#wait i just saw a pic of that moment where he bends himself back during his speech my god he doesn't have eyebrows...

[marcsnuffy]

I like that Ego and Noa's designs contrast yet parallel each other somewhat

[barrysmanbun]

Barry NSFW Alphabet

A/n: this was not planned and therefore is not edited

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Getting you a cool washcloth to wipe you down with, while whispering to you soothingly about how good you were. Small kisses on your forehead and cheek. Just laying there to catch your breath for a while afterward, probably smoking a joint as you do.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Barry’s favorite part about himself is his hands. From his time in the army to working as a mechanic to rolling joints every day his hands have had a lot of practice with skilled, steady movements. If you catch my drift.

His favorite body part on his partner is really anything he can grab onto. Your hips: pulling you in for a hug or squeezing them to get your attention when you’re talking to someone else. Your thighs: pulling you towards him while he sits in his chair so you can stand between his legs, making it all the easier to kiss you. Your ass: cupping it and lifting when you’re kissing just so he can hear that little half-moan he loves so much. Your breasts: massaging them while you leisurely make out on his bed, too high and too hot to move any faster.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves to come on you, painting your stomach or your thighs. Just seeing it on you gives him this sense of pride and satisfaction. His favorite place to come on you, though, is you face. When you let him it is nearly enough to get him riled again, fiercely pleased that he gets to mark you in such a way.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Barry has been thinking about fucking you since before you even talked to him for the first time. The first time he saw you he took one look at you and was imagining bending you over the nearest surface and fucking you into oblivion. The talking stages was arguably his best shows of restraint in his entire life, and by the time you guys finally got to the sex stage of your relationship he had enough fantasies he wanted to act out to fill an entire notebook.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Barry is fairly experienced in the sex part of your relationship, having multiple casual partners in the past, but when it comes to the romantic part of your relationship he has no idea what he’s doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He knows it’s very vanilla of him but he thinks missionary is the best. Best access to everything he wants, your breasts, your clit, your lips, and he gets to see your face. Besides, there are so many different positions just within missionary that you guys can do to keep things interesting. His second favorite position would have to be when you ride him, specifically when he gets to sit up when you ride him Once again because he gets access to everything and it’s so much easier to see your face.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Barry is serious at the moment but only to keep the moment intimate. He can have a good laugh about things and will sometimes chuckle to himself when you do something cute or say something naive.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn’t shave but he keeps it short. And the carpet definitely matches the drapes, dark with a little bit of a curl.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He can be very intimate, slow and sweet and romantic, but it depends heavily on his mood. If he hasn’t seen you in forever and he missed you more than he was horny he would definitely be very romantic about it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he was a single bachelor living alone he would probably jerk off once or twice a week, but otherwise he would get a girl for that. And on the days he knows he won’t be seeing you for a while he will definitely do it just so he can send teasing pics for phone sex.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Begging: Barry loves to get you to the point that you’re begging for him to finally fuck you or finally let you cum, just knowing you need him that bad is better than any high he could get from drugs. And it’s just so pretty when you get so desperate that one tear rolls down your face.

Choking: No matter the sex position, chances are Barry has his hand on your throat, just tight enough for you to feel it.

Bondage: Handcuffs, a tie, a piece of loose fabric, your own panties, even his own hands, he loves having that much control over you. Able to do anything to you, and you can’t even resist. Plus, he loves the sight of you pulling at your restraints with the need to touch him as he brushes his fingers along your chest and abdomen to make you squirm.

Knife & gun kink: though Barry would never hurt you just knowing he has the power too, and that you trust him not to, arouses him to no end.

Exhibitionism: this is very loose because while Barry does not want to let other people see the two of you having sex, having sex in public places (on the side of a back road with you bent over his motorcycle) or with people in the next room (asking you to help him with something in his room and then having a quickie while his customers wait in the living room because he just couldn't wait anymore)

Marking: Barry loves seeing his mark on you, hickies across your neck and chest, bruises in the shapes of his fingertips on your hips and thighs, and wearing his clothing out in public or around the house.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

You guys have fucked on every surface in his house and yours, on probably every back road, on his bike, on the beach, everywhere you can think of you and Barry have most definitely fucked there. But his favorite is probably the bed because then you guys can relax without worrying about getting caught afterward.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He loves to feel you run your fingers through his hair in any situation: while he rests his head in your lap, while you kiss him, while you sit in his lap. It’s relaxing and he catches himself letting his eyes slide shut and his head lull back but when you add just a little tug it immediately gets his engine revving.

He loves seeing you in his clothes, when you walk around in just his shirt or his sweatpants, or leaving the house before he wakes up and returning home and he sees you wearing clothes that are obviously his and he knows you went out and other people saw you in his clothes.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Blood play or cuckolding. Barry doesn't want to share you (except with maybe one stuck-up kook who shall not be named) and he also doesn't want to hurt you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Barry loves receiving, loving the sight of you on your knees in front of him, but he also loves giving. His partner's pleasure is just as important to him as his own and he loves showing off his skills (how quickly he can make you come with just his tongue)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Barry is usually fast and rough. This boy has lots of pent-up anger, on top of never being able to get enough of you. But sometimes he gets into these romantic moods (that you're forbidden to tell anyone about) where he just wants to take his time pleasuring you, drawing it out as long as he can.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves quickies. He prefers normal sex but he'll take a quickie if that's all he can get.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's down to experiment with almost anything. He has a lot of experience and knows what he's doing so I doubt you'll be introducing anything he hasn't heard of but he'll still love to try it out with you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go for one or two rounds and then he needs to give his dick some time to recuperate. But that doesn't mean his mouth and hands are out of business.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't really mind toys one way or another. He's not so insecure that he refuses to have them but he also knows that he doesn't need them to get you off so having toys is totally up to you and what you want to try.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease but he cannot take it when you tease him back. He'll tease you all day, whispering dirty words in your ear, telling you what he wants to do with you, slapping your ass as he walks by or secretly groping you while you kiss or hug. But the second you start teasing him he's on the edge of his seat.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's not particularly loud, with groaning and grunting and lots of swearing. He actually goes quiet when he cuts, tensing up and squeezing his eyes shut and then afterward he swears and rolls over to lay next to you on the bed.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

To elaborate on 'T' he cannot take teasing at all. If you try to tease him he'll catch your wrist and give you a warning look. The more you try the more aggravated he'll get till he pulls you away from whatever you're doing/whoever you're talking to so he can fuck you in the nearest empty room.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

A little above average length, about 6 ½ inches, and moderately thick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is pretty average. It gets higher when he doesn't see you in a while or if you're being particularly bratty but otherwise it's average.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He waits until you've fallen asleep, making sure you're cuddled up to his chest, then he allows himself to fall asleep as well.

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@pogueslandia

[aio-rya]

Tower of Terror Headcanons

『Anon says: Can I ask for some fluffy headcanons for Silver, Vil, Cater, and Jack being convinced to go on the Tower of Terror by their fem s/o please?』

・"A... A spooky ride?", he will ask as you drag him to the outside of the Twilight Zone. The sun was setting on the horizon, giving a truly mysterious aura to the peach-colored building; fortunately for you, there were just a few people approaching to the entrance, the line must have been very short too.

・You stopped right outside of the building and looked at the aurora eyed boy. He was frowning as he analysed the construction in front of you, from top to bottom; he was just about to refuse, in fact not because of he was scared at all but it was getting dark, it was late and you must look for Lilia and the group, but when he saw your puppy eyes, well...

・He was hugging you from behind, his arms around your shoulders as you both entered to the pre-show room. You were excited, listening to the mysterious voice of the speakers and watching the lights going on and off when you felt an increase on the weight over your shoulders, you turned your head and realised he had fall asleep —with a tender smile, you shook Silver's arms to awake him again avoiding to startle him.

・During the walk over the line to enter the main attraction, you both tried to talk a bit to keep him awake; sometimes you ran to the handrail and leaned forward to look down, to the machinery stuff that decorated the enormous hall. That was when Silver's heart almost jumped out of his chest —you may fall and get hurt, so he ran to hold you against his chest and didn't let you go until you both arrived to the lift door. You smirked; now he was more than awake.

・At first, he took it as an easy matter as the very beginning of the ride was relatively calm, just a deep voice telling a horror story as you abruptly stopped in front of a room... Or what apparently was a screen, he thought. Then, he truly got startled when the ride started once more and you all, everyone in the car, screamed.

・"Bad idea", he thought at first, he wasn't used to that kind of sudden changes. But when he saw you were not screaming in fear or pain, he could finally relax; he held your hand as you laughed and hugged his arm, when the ride had small pauses, you even gave him one or two kisses on the cheek. He enjoyed not only the ride but your company.

・You got out of there smiling, he giggled as he heard your voice making a recap on your favourite moments of the ride —that was the moment when he realised it was the best idea you could have had. He placed his arm around your waist and continued walking by your side.

・Night had already fallen over the sky as you walked by, holding hands, surrounded by the few people that wandered around looking for the last ride of the day. It was more comfortable than noon, since the darkness only broke by the few lampposts wouldn't allow almost anyone to recognise him —which meant he wouldn't need the hat and the sunglasses anymore.

・Where were you bringing him... Hotel Hightower, wasn't it? As far as he knew, that specific attraction had a different story from the other parks; of course, he could have asked Adela to make some research but what would be the pleasure on being prepared for the unexpected? He will just walk by your side, sharing the enigmatic aura with you.

・You both scanned your bracelets and a young boy on the entrance greeted you, signaling the way getting suddenly petrified —his jaw fell and his eyes were wide open when he realised that he was, actually, talking to the Vil Schoenheit himself. Your blonde boyfriend took a finger to his lips as he made a silent "Shhh~" and winked to the excited boy.

・With a smile, he accepted your hugs and pampers while you made the tour of the inside of the tower, occasionally stopping you from messing his hair too much and fixing your clothes —you laughed, what would he do if he knew what's waiting for him next?

・"This is not possi-BLEEEE!!", he screamed at you after the very beginning of the ride, being interrupted by the second and longest ride. His hair became a mess, his shirt wrinkled, he started to sweat and you bursted in laugh between the screams, sometimes letting go of the handrail, sometimes teasing him until he joined your cheerfulness.

・Not necessary to say how he complained about how you didn't advertised him about the attraction —yes, he loved speed ridings but you could have told him first so he could have tied his hair and fold his sleeves a bit. He was so immersed on his lecture until he realised you were actually making fun of him right on his face.

・"You are a very bad potato", he warned in dangerous voice. That was the signal; in the blink of an eye you were sprinting to get as far as possible from him and he was of course, chasing you; both of you laughing as you made your way out of the park. In the end, he caught you and messed up your hair, took a pic as his payback and kissed you.

・He has been enthusiastically following you all the evening, taking photos of the entire place, posting a couple of selfies when you made sudden stops to buy some food, candies or at any souvenirs store of your interest. Dawn reached you and a brilliant idea popped in your head: The Twilight Zone —he bend under curiosity, following you trying to remember that name.

・"Please, please, please. Where are you taking me this time, my beloved Jewel?", in response you just laughed and made him run faster. He stopped asking when he realised you meant the infamous Tower of Terror building, the hotel ride where you'd be up to lose your heart —not literally, though he was truly scared. He was the type of being scared by stories, not the guy of scary stories.

・He practically stopped you at each turn on the line, trying to delay you as much as possible to get the line full so you could desperate and leave. You were aware of his purpose but that was not stopping you anyway; you promised, swore him it wouldn't be that bad and that you'll be there to make of it an enjoyable experience.

・His body was stiff, even when you tangled your fingers with his he couldn't relax! So, with the sudden first movement, you heard loud and clear Cater's scream —he froze when you stopped again and you swear to god you thought you had killed him from the impression. Great was your surprise when he started laughing.

・The whole way he was laughing, screaming, shaking your arms as he pointed out to the holographic , he even let go of the handrail! "Look, look over there!" and "This is amazing!" was everything you could hear him saying —and for real, he was having the time of his life; to be honest, you enjoyed most his happiness than the ride.

・When it finished and you were supposed to get down of the lift, he was reluctant to leave! He begged to get another ride and he was so convincing that everything you could do was kissing his cheek, clinging onto his arm and letting Cater drag you this time.

・There you were, when the sky was already dark and the lights on the avenue were on, walking to the main entrance of the building once more while Cater, enthusiastically, spoke about recording the ride. Filling your face on kisses and thanking you for taking the fear away from him.

・The best part of it was that the entire visit was a surprise. Jack wasn't convinced at all when he arrived with you at the park but withiia few hours and a couple of rides and eating some hamburgers, he gave in. That was your signal~ it was time to take him to the ride you've always wanted to take.

・His tail swung furiously and his ears moved from one side to the other, trying to decipher where we're you dragging him again —because you were literally dragging him from an arm, in calm voice repeating "it's a surprise" as an answer to his multiple questionings.

・You had barely stepped inside the building when his ears twitched and his instinct felt danger around the corner. He got nervous as you both got near the lift, it's enough to say that he didn't even pay attention during the introduction to the ride. So, great was his surprise when the young lady greeted you all with a "Welcome, once again, to the Twilight Zone".

・«That's why they were so cheerful...», he thought when he finally understood the mischievous insistance of Ruggie and Leona about letting you guide him through the park. His senses were taken to the edge when he felt the sudden movement; it was not the big deal for him, at least not with the common rides which had not flashy lights and sudden sounds.

・You started to laugh when you realised his hair was bristled and his tail had just, unconsciously, tangled around your waist. You felt a bit guilty for giving him such an impression so you tenderly held his hand and started caressing the back of it to calm him down.

・It worked perfectly as you got down the ride and he was laughing, a bit blushed by the thought of being transparent enough with you to make you getting concerned about the fear or panic he could've felt. "It was not that bad, puppy~", you teased since he hated with his soul that nickname —goodbye to your good boy.

・"Let me go!", you were, both, laughing and screaming as he lifted you and started walking to the kid's zone, threatening you with taking you to one of the slower and boring rides you could think of. He was simply adorable, and the dawn gave you the perfect romantic atmosphere to tease him once again and again.

[gyll-yee-haw]

can u do a one shot where jake fucks the living shit out of the reader at a red carpet event cause the way she looks gets him hot and bothered? love ur writing queen🥺💅🏻❤️

Hi, baby! Thanks for the request, I got a bit too carried away as usual...

Warnings: mean!daddy Jake, slapping, spitting, lots of dirty talk, degradation and a little praising... I think thats it!

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The look on Jake's face when he saw you in that dress said what his lips couldn't cause you were in public

The minute you got in the car, he whispered in your ear: "It's gonna be fun showing off how beautiful my girl is, but I just can't wait to take you home."

And it was true, he didn't wait

They got as many pictures of the two of you as they could during the 20 minutes that Jake's patience lasted

But you looked even more beautiful under that light

That fancy dress

Those diamonds he bought you

That red lipstick he wanted to see all over your face

You were his, and that feeling alone already turned him on

But you enjoyed the opportunity to tease his a little too

Standing really close for the pics, his hand placed on your lower back and sliding to your ass "by accident" once of twice

Just like your butt or your thigh brushed his dick by accident a few times

All that in 20 minutes

That's the time it took for him to guide you backstage, and straight to the nearest bathroom

Let's say it just wasn't the easiest thing in the world to fuck someone who was sitting on a sink while wearing a long dress

But Jake was desperate like that

All you could do was hold on to the walls and pray for the best

Hot open mouthed kisses and he pulled your dress up

"What the fuck…" He said all hot and bothered trying to undo his pants. "No panties?"

"Of course not, they would mark the dress…" You chuckled at his state

"Well, I prefer you like this anyway." He said after he could finally free his throbbing cock. "Spready your legs for me, my beautiful princess…"

Luckily you were dripping wet, cause he shoved himself inside you without a warning

"FUCK, BABY." He moaned loudly. "My babygirl is so fucking beautiful and so fucking tight, I fucking love you…"

"Oh fuck, Jake" You tried to speak, which was a little hard when he was balls deep inside you already. "Someone's gonna hear us…"

"I don't care." He chuckled. "They know you're mine. Tell me, princess, who's pussy is this?"

He held tightly to your legs as he fucking pounded you

"Y-yours, daddy" You gasped as he started circling your clit with his thumb, like that was necessary with all that was going on

"Then I get to fuck it whenever I want, right?" He asked

You couldn't reply, you were too much of a mess at the moment

He grabbed your face, forcing your mouth open

Then he spit

And you were so fucked up that you would have thanked him for it if you could speak

"I asked you a question." He insisted

"Yes, daddy!" You replied, even though you didn't remember what was it

"Good girl." He said and you noticed by his thrusts that he was getting close. "Are you gonna cum for me, princess? Wanna feel you clenching my cock before I fill you up, come on…"

"Yes, daddy, don't stop, don't stop…" you begged

He started absolutely ABUSING your clit

And you came hard

Your shaking body made that weird position you were in even more difficult

But he still managed to continue until he finally came deep inside you, with an animalistic moan

When he removed himself from you, you were pretty sure you wouldn't be able to leave that place walking

And when you turned to look at yourself in the mirror, you wanted to kill him

You had lipstick all over, your pleasure tears ruined your make up

"Fuck, Y/N." He said as he tried to fix his clothes. "You look so beautiful right now that I'm already getting hard again."

"You're not touching me until we get home, I swear." You sighed.

"Stop pretending you didn't love this." He said against your ear, then started spreading kisses on your neck. "That you aren't thrilled to go out there and let everyone know I fucking destroyed your pussy."

"Daddy…" You said, feeling your pussy clenching around nothing. You couldn't believe how horny he could make you with his words only…

"Calling me daddy in that angelic voice won't help you now, baby." He said, wrapping his fingers around your neck. "You were an ungrateful little slut and you will be punished as soon as we get home."

For the rest of that evening you were at your WORST behavior

Sulking, pouting, ignoring him

Cause the angrier he got, the sooner you would get home

It was a silent ride home on the taxi

He was angry and you were excited

The minute you walked through the door, he said: "Take your pretty dress off before I rip it."

That specific tone…

You would often disobey him in public, but you weren't crazy enough to do that at home

So you left your dress fall on the floor

He grabbed you by the arm and pulled you across the living room

Then he sat on the sofa and forced you to bend over on his lap

He gave you 20 good loud slaps, until you were crying out

Then he shoved his finger inside your underwear

"You're fucking soaked, you little slut." He told you. "But first I fuck you real good and cum deep inside you, just like you love it and you don't thank me for it… then you disrespect me in front of other people…"

"I'm so sorry, daddy!" You sobbed.

"Yeah, I hope you are." He shrugged. "But you're not getting anything else from me tonight…"

"But daddy!" You protested

"And if you complain, you're getting 20 more slaps."

"You're mean." You frowned

"To bad girls only." He sighed. "Now we're going to sleep, cause daddy is really tired from your bullshit. And if I wake up in a good mood tomorrow, I'll solve your problem."

[goldenfawnwriting]

Birds Of A Feather- Part 12 Hawks fic

Summary: Hawks had confessed his feelings last night, but only during the heat of the moment. Will his confession hold up when it’s no longer easy to say?

A/N: I’ve had a lot of free time lately so I’m really trying to work on this pic lmao 

Warning: Just angst p sure. 

The next morning when Finch woke she would have never known Hawks was there in the first place. The only indication was the slightly messy bed sheets besides her and the red feather, hidden in plain sight, on her window sill. She rubbed her eyes and groaned as she sat up, pulling her sheets tighter around her. 

When she finally got up and readied herself in a dress for the office she glanced around, an odd feeling creeping up on her. She shrugged it off though and made her way to work, taking a few headache pills on the way. She rushed into the office, setting her things down quickly and just making it to the briefing where Hawks stifled a chuckle at her. Her hair was left down in messy waves and she hadn’t yet gotten around to her usual lipstick. When the briefing ended and they were on their way back to the office he watched her hide a yawn couldn’t help himself but to comment. 

“You’re awfully tired today.”

“Uh, ya, last night was a little long for me.”

“Oh really?”

He chuckled. He came to her as she stood by her desk and took a lock of her hair, wrapping it up around his finger. 

“And just what kind of night did you have?”

She blushed under his suspicious gaze and turned, her hair falling out of his grip. 

“Well, just met up with Asami is all. We just had a fun girls night.”

“Just you two huh?”

“Uh... Ya...”

She trailed off, blinking as she looked down. She honestly didn’t even remember getting home, she chalked it up to Asami but she turned towards him, her eyebrows furrowing. 

“You showed up didn’t you?”

“What? No!”

He laughed, turning to retreat to his desk. She turned away also, blushing. Why would he have showed up anyway...

But she couldn’t help but spy how his breathing picked up, his face reddening. 

“You did! You’re lying!”

He chuckled loudly and turned back towards her. 

“What are you talking about love bird?”

“You’re telling me you weren’t... you didn’t see me...”

“Nope. Sat at home, went to bed.”

She squinted at him before the phone rang and she turned, bending over the desk to grab it off the hook, and holding herself up on her elbow as she greeted the other line. Hawks gawked at her form, his eyes raking over her backside in the short light blue skirt. He blinked as his eyes slid up to look over her wings, the way they just barely flapped as she cheerfully informed the person that they would transfer them to the financial office. When she had hung up she moved around to sit down at her computer, longing on and starting an email as she addressed him again. 

“Ok so today you have two meetings, one at 3 and one at 5 right before we go home, so don’t forget. I- Hawks are you listening?”

He blinked at her before nodding quickly. 

“Ya ya, 3 and 5, don’t forget.”

“Alright, and then Mr. Koshi needs you for a moment in the filing department.”

He nodded and started to make his way out before he turned back, going to his desk drawer and retrieving the brown hair pin, delivering it to her desk.

“You’ll probably need that. Seems you forgot the other one.”

With that he left, making his way to the filing department, a floor down. Meanwhile she stared at the hair pin before sighing. She dug in her bag for a moment before pulling out the green and gold hair pin. She looked it over for a moment before wrapping up her hair and sliding it into place. It still worked perfectly, even though she had ignored it in her bag for awhile now. Putting away the brown one in her desk drawer, she got to work, quickly sending out emails and taking more and more calls as the day progressed. At 3 she saw Hawks briefly before he went to his meeting, throwing her a wink, seemingly oblivious to the hair pin. 

After his three o’clock meeting he made his way back to the office, meeting Finch on the way, who carted lunch in to the office, setting his on his desk before making her way to hers, munching on a granola bar. 

“Is that all you got?”

He questioned, looking down at his large dish. There was a lot there, a full meal for sure. He glanced over at her sheepishly again. 

“Oh, I wasn’t so hungry, you’ve been busy all morning so I figured you would be starving.”

He was silent before nodding and digging in. It was awfully thoughtful of her. HE looked up at her between bites. 

“So did they tell you?”

She quirked her eyebrow in his direction as she continued typing. 

“You’re training starts next week.”

She stopped, looking up abruptly. 

“T-training?”

“Well ya, remember the sidekick thing?”

A look of realization came across her face.

“Oh, ya I do.”

He nodded as he took another bite of his food, wiping his mouth curtly. 

“It’s gonna be hard, y’know.”

“Well, I figured, being a hero isn’t exactly easy, neither will being a sidekick.”

“No I mean, the commission’s training is especially hard...”

^^^

The following week was torture. And Finch blamed Hawks completely for not telling her this would be this way.

“That’s all you’ve got? You’re going to die as soon as you look at a villain if you’re this weak.”

She growled at the mans words, who stared down at her with a pitying look. She was sweating her ass off, her wings hurting so bad she almost couldn’t breathe, tears pricking her eyes. All of this was going so fast, not giving her any time to keep up as she ran miles and miles, did sit ups till she couldn’t see straight, and swam laps day and night as if she even would need that. She was cussing the man out in her head, his voice resounding in her mind as she did another push up. Her arms were shaking so hard she almost couldn’t keep herself up. It had been 8 straight hours of endurance training, for the past week.

She was so close to collapsing when they finally let her go for the day, giving her a snide remark about how maybe the next day would be better and worth their while. She finally got home and collapsed on the couch, tears flowing like during rain. She didn’t know if she could do this. The stress was so much, on top of the rules that had been set against her. Hawks’ feather in the other room tingled from the sound of her sobs, the feather she had been way too stressed to notice so far.

About 5 minutes later she had nearly cried herself to sleep on the couch but jolted at the sound of a knock on her door. She convinced herself if she ignored it they’d go away but, she had forgotten to lock the deadbolt and so about 30 seconds of no answer later, Hawks waltzed right in, scaring Finch half to death.

“W-what are you doing-”

“Are you alright?”

There was a silence before Finch burst into tears again, sobs wracking her whole body as she all but wailed. 

“I-its so h-hard! E-everyth-thing h-hurts!”

She cried, Hawks making his way to her and enveloping her in his arms and wings, pushing her head into the crook of his neck and shoulder. He let her cry for a good minute or two before he pulled her away to look at her.

“Listen Finch, I told you this wouldn’t be easy, and to be honest, it only gets worse from here. I’d hate to see you give up, dove. I know you’ll make the perfect sidekick.”

“I-I can’t t-take t-this s-sir!”

He groaned inwardly at the formality. Something about seeing her distressed induced panic in his chest, just as much as it stirred something deeper in him. He wanted to make everything better but he also was kinda pleased it was so hard for her. Maybe now she would see the world through his eyes, as awful as that sounded. He petted her hair, waiting on her to calm down. 

“Birdie, you are so, so strong, I know you can do this.”

She only gave a sniffle in response.

“You are the most determined, strong woman I’ve ever met, if there is anyone who can do this, I know it’s you.”

He gave a little peck to the tip of her nose before nuzzling his cheek against hers. She let out a small sigh and relaxed into him slowly. 

“I-I love you...”

He whispered to her before pulling away, to find her passed out in his arms, unaware to the confession he had made seconds earlier. It seemed like his just kept happening to him, he thought as he repositioned himself and slowly fell asleep wrapped around her.

[ayellowcurtain]

Could you write more hurt marti? :( It’s super sad that there’s not enough Niccotino fics and we need more hurt Marti

Don't have a particular scenario but, have you seen the pics of Fede's IG? Where he's walking all carelessly....

could we get a little fic of nicotino talking it out? like really letting all their insecurities out? Marti asking questions, Nico answering at his best and then you know being all cute and comfy in their home?

It’s not their anniversary, not Nico nor Marti’s birthday, but it feels like a big day. Marti is finally coming home. Nico could barely function all day long, counting down the hours. He didn’t have an exact time to look forward to, so Nico was constantly waiting.

They still need to properly talk, to tell each other about what happened in the last couple of weeks, but as long as Martino is home, anything will feel a lot easier to do. 

Martino has the keys, or at least he had them when he left, but he knocks on the door when he gets there and he waits for Nico to open the door for him.

Nico wants to ask why he didn’t use his keys, but he doesn’t. He just holds the door open and lets Marti walk inside, their eyes only meeting for a second, and Marti is tense, shoulders up, closing around his chest.

His face is still bruised, but it’s a lot better than the last time Nico saw him this close. It’s still so hard for Nico to acknowledge that the fight was real, that the whole night really happened. Everything was fine, perfect even for one moment and then everything after that became messy for weeks, but nothing changed about his feelings for Martino.

“Hm, I brought some gnocchi al ragú for you...I made at Filo’s for a goodbye dinner and...yeah, brought some for you.” Marti opens his backpack and struggles but takes a little container off and offers it to Nico. “It’s still warm, you should eat…”

Nico smiles, holding the warm glass with both his hands, looking at Martino. “Thank you. You didn’t need to worry about me, I ordered pizza, it should be here soon.” He wiggles his head and smiles, hoping that lightens the mood a little, but Martino gives him a sad smile in return and Nico nods his head, aware that things won’t be as easy as he would like.

They stand there awkwardly for a moment, stealing glances at each other when the other is not looking and Marti is the one to break the silence again, pointing to their bedroom.

“I’m gonna...put my things there.”

Nico nods his head, biting the inside of his cheek. “Okay…”

Marti walks to the bedroom and Nico goes to the kitchen and then to their living room, sitting on the couch and eating Marti’s delicious food, waiting for him to come back to keep him company.

There’s this anticipation that lingers around them and Nico wants nothing more than to be done with it. They’re back together, supposedly, but there’s a lot they need to talk about, that Martino wants to say and to make clear.

He finally comes back, walking in front of Nico and going to sit at the opposite end of the couch, as far away from Nico as it’s possible. It’s not too much, one empty seat in between them, but it bothers Nico. He turns his body a little so he’s able to see Marti and he waits.

Martino is looking down, clearly trying to think on what he wants to say exactly and Nico takes that time to really take Marti in. His stubble, the dark circles around his eyes, him fidgeting with his hands. Marti looks skinnier too and Nico wishes he had taken care of himself, he feels guilty for how upset Martino still looks.

“I won’t be able to be friends with him, you know. Luai.” Martino confesses, finally looking at Nico to see what he thinks of that.

Nico stops eating, quietly putting everything on their coffee table. “I figured. It’s okay.”

“Yeah...” Martino nods his head, looking down again as he exhales, clearly a little more at peace with himself for putting that part out.

Nico shrugs when Martino looks at him in search of something more he might say, there’s not much he can do. If Martino can’t separate his feelings from his rational part, he can’t and that’s okay.

“As long as you two don’t go punching each other every time you see each other, yeah.”

They go quiet again and Nico looks up through his lashes, hating how it feels like Marti is still holding back some tears. Niccolò never thought Marti would react so strongly about this. He thought they were safe, that keeping those pieces of information to himself wouldn’t be as harmful as it clearly was.

"You and Luai are not the same, Marti. You're not a backup plan." Nico tries, measuring his words and keeping his eyes on Marti, trying to make him understand how much he means his words. "I just couldn't bear the thought that I could have ruined a part of his life, that I had caused him any pain. I don't love him. I never did, not in the way that I love you and that you love me. I liked him and that night at the club I was just feeling guilty, but also relief that he was ok."

Nico can see, but he can almost hear how Marti swallows the lump on his throat. His eyelashes are a little wet and sticking together, but he cleans his eyes with the back of his hands before he can let himself cry.

Seeing Martino in pain makes Nico feel so much remorse. He needed weeks to wrap his mind around the past two years of his life, he needed time and he can't believe this caused Martino this much pain.

"You needed time to find closure with your past, with Luai. To mourn the "what ifs". And I needed time to mourn the loss of the romanticized version of you that I created in my head. The idea that I was your first like you'd been mine. I never liked Gio the way I liked you at the start, I never kissed a boy before and saw that turn into something good before you. And I thought you had the same experience and I wanted that. I wanted it so fucking bad and so I needed time to digest that it wasn't the reality."

It feels like a punch to his stomach. Nico regrets even eating Marti’s amazing gnocchis because he feels suddenly nauseous. The thought that somewhere inside Martino’s brain, his idea of Niccolò has changed drastically leaves him unsettled. Marti can probably tell, because he starts talking again.

“I’m not angry at you anymore. I’m just disappointed at myself, I think. For creating this idea in my head that I was your one and only love. I was caught by surprise by the reality, that’s all. I accepted all of this during these last few weeks.”

“Marti...you are.” Nico tries to explain, not sure if his mid-sentence is enough, he sits closer and Marti shakes his head, wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue, he’s getting red around his lips, a clear sign when he’s about to cry.

“No, Ni. I’m not fishing for compliments or for reassurance. I’m really not. I'm just being honest, you wanted me to talk and so I'm talking.”

Nico looks down, trying to calm himself, explain himself a little more. Their knees are gently touching each other. Marti’s hands on his thighs and Nico’s are exactly like that too, so he reaches out quietly, holding one of Martino’s hand, running his thumb through the back of Marti’s hand, feeling how warm and soft it feels.

“I love you, Martino. So much. If I could go back in time, I would change a few things, yeah, but not too much because I had to meet you. No matter what, I had to meet you and to make you notice me and fall in love with me.”

Nico tries to bend the limits a little more, sitting as close as they can be, touching Marti’s cheek, kissing his temple, feeling how Marti sighs loudly, slowly emptying his lungs completely, relaxing his shoulders.

“Nothing, nobody would change us being here, together. I’m gonna fight for you, for us, always.”

[sweetxgxrl]

“Quick Before Everyone Comes Back” - Zane Hijazi

Everyone had met up at Davids house for a big movie night. We were all sprawled out on the couches and carpet as we watched The Conjuring. I was usually fine with watching scary movies but tonight was Friday the 13th and David had already pranked everyone with turning off the power along with having one of his hometown friends “break into” the house. Most people had left and the couches were clearing up. I was sitting next to Zane, and we were sharing a blanket on the floor. I had gotten so scared after Davids antics that I had snuggled so far into Zane that I could feel his heartbeat.

I had fell asleep sometime during the movie and was completely laying on him. He was laying his head on mine until a voice, which I am guessing was David, woke us up saying the rest of the people there were going to the store to get snacks. David, Natalie, Heath, Mariah, and Matt all left to go to the store once Zane and I said we would chill until they get back. “I swear, if you guys fuck in my house, at least have the decency to film it so I can have some content” David said, making all of us laugh. Zane and I had had a one night stand before, but it was only a one time thing. Everyone knew about it because we talked openly and didn’t really care who knew. They left and I got up to play the movie. Zane had got up to get some water and came back with 2 beers for us.

 Those two turned into 4 and then beers turned into tequila shots. After a few beers and a few tequila shots.... maybe a lot of tequila shots, we were wasted. I could barely stand up, but lucky me I had Zane to hold me up. He can handle his drinks better than me, but even he was slurring his words. I was crawling over to the couch trying to be funny and just to do something dumb, while Zane was behind me recording and making comments. I made it to the couch and tried standing but before I could fully Zane came and turned me and picked me up to where I was sitting on the couch. I straddled his waist while his hands went to my ass. He was squeezing my ass, until his attention turned to my neck. He started sucking on my neck. I could tell his goal was a hickey, and a dark one at that. I bent my head back relaxing more allowing myself to feel more into it. I confessed to him one day that one of my biggest turn ons were when guys give hickeys, so I guess he kept that in mind. “Baby you know how easily I get bruised” I slurred out. He stopped and just stared in my eyes for a second. I grabbed the back of his neck and went full tongue. He leaned me back into the couch and my shirt fell toward my face. My breasts were exposed and Zane sweeped his hands down towards them. His phone rang right as the fun was starting and he turned away and went to the kitchen. It was David. They were taking a pretty long time to get back and honestly I didn’t mind. I sat up and faced where Zane was turned away. I flung my shirt off and now my nipples hardened at the coldness of the room. My core was hot and ready for some action. 

Zane turned around after taking another shot and he just smirked and came to where I was sitting. He continued talking while bending over the couch and squeezing one of my breasts. I moaned and I heard David on the other end what we were doing. I took the phone from Zane and sloppily said into the phone “David uhmmm-we’re gon....na fuck and I need to haha knowwhereyourrrrr condoms areeeee” Zane giggled and jumped on top of me. He was sweaty but I thought it was hot. I put it on speaker and put it above my head while Zane started sucking my nipples. I held in the moans. David wasn’t telling us where the condoms were. “Dave if we make some irresponsible decisions then itsss on youuu” I heard people in the background saying things about regret but live life in the moment babyyy. “When will you be here, I’m hungryyyy” They said they would be back in like 15 because Natalie thought she lost her wallet but it was in the car. David reminded us to record it and we both giggled and I hung up. I saw Zane and he had slipped his sweatpants off so his dick was out. He still had his white tee on and i climbed on top of his lap making sure to rub my core on him and pulled at his shirt at the bottom. I pulled it  off and stood so I could take my shorts off. I had my cute thong on and I sat back down on him. 

He layed his head down on the arm rest and gripped my ass hard. I let out a small moan and he smacked my ass. “I couldn’t wait to grab this ass again. I’ve been wanting to for the longest time. You’ve been teasing me.” I smirked and pulled my underwear to the side. “Oh really have I?” I grab his dick and pump a few times. “I’ve been a bad girl” Every time I talk it gets more and more slurred. “I need to be punished hehe” I slide his dick in slowly, and get used to being filled by him again. He closed his eyes and his breathe hitched. “Fuck princess, quick before everyone comes back” Both of us are so sloppy right now that the only thing that could work with is fucking would be me riding him. I leaned over to the table in the middle of the living room and grabbed Davids disposable camera and told Zane to take some pics. I rode him and he grabbed one of my breasts and snapped a pic, obviously not putting my face in frame. He put it down for a second. and started bucking his hips up to meet mine. “God princess you’re so tight” He slowly sat up and brought me in for a deep kiss. While his dick filled up my tight core we made out with deep kisses. He slurred out to put my ass in the air, so I turned and put my face deep in the cushion. He put his weight down on me and he slipped deep inside me. We both were panting now, Zane sweating profusely as he usually does. “Baby I’m not gonna last much longer” Zane let out, trying to keep his moans in. I told him to let his moans go and he let out the hottest, most raspiest moan I’ve ever heard. Zane grabbed my hips and started going balls deep inside of me. He reached for the camera again quickly and snapped more shots but of my back with his dick inside me. I moaned loudly into the cushion as he fucked me through my high. My core tightened and my juices were all over his dick. A few moments later he pulled out and I wanted him to cum in my mouth so I got on my knees. He was suprised because I would never do this when I wasn’t drunk but He kept jerking himself off as I helped him. Right before he came I put him in my mouth and once I tasted his salty liquids I told him to get me another shot. I swallowed and he brought back a tequila shot. I took his shirt off the floor and slipped it on. I put my other clothes by my bag and He slipped his sweats on. We never heard the door open because we were sleeping on each other. Everyone burst in looking for us and found us all snuggled up with each other. They started taking pics and videos of where we just fucked and telling everything that happened. They kept the story to themselves but posted photos of us together. David saw the camera and knew the pictures would develop soon, and he was not ready for what was on there. When Zane and I woke up the next morning and didn’t remember anything we just ate and did dumb stuff for davids vlog, like nothing ever happened.

[madzilla84]

VidCon London 2020

I wrote up some rambly thoughts on Vidcon, my trip, and Phil day!

I arrived in London the night before the others, last Thursday (a week ago?? WOT), so went straight to my friend’s place in London – we went to a pub near his for pizza, and while I was there I saw Dan’s cute tweet. After a few wines, it made me super emotional as you can imagine. I love him. <3

We had some more drinks once we got back, which made the next morning … well.

Friday – Day 1

YUP, HANGOVER. But luckily not a ‘can’t function’ hangover, so once I’d packed up I made my way over to the Airbnb (it was fuckin WIMDY) to leave the luggage (too early to check in). The previous occupants were a group of Lads who’d left the place in a state, so it was still being cleaned. HONESTLY BOYS SMH)

Then I headed to the complex’s on-site café (ooh errr) and spent some time trying to figure out what to write in the card I wanted to give to Phil. My roomies @yikesola, @ahappydnp and @calvinahobbes arrived a little later and we checked into the flat, and basically hung out and chatted until it was time to head to registration. Which was a good decision as the line was super small on Friday night. Gotta say, the feeling of seeing Phil so big and so central on all the banners and posters for the con made me feel so proud of him. As other people have mentioned, there was some – curiosity, I guess? Worry? – about whether it would be weird seeing him there doing his first event like this on his own in a *very* long time, but somehow it wasn’t, at any point.  

We spotted Martyn checking in further down the hall, which was probably the first moment it all started to Feel Real. We (slightly awkwardly at first in my case lol) met a bunch of online folks in the registration area, and tagged along for a cable car ride over the river (did I mention it was WIMDY) to the O2 arena for dinner. When we all sat down to eat I realised I was sitting opposite two friends from IDB! \o/ We headed back after the meal to hang out and PREPARE for what was about to come.

Saturday - Day 2 - PHIL DAY

We started off by going for breakfast – naturally pancakes – and then headed across to the con. The first event of the day was the comedy panel that Phil was on, so we went across to the panel room early and ended up sitting through the panel before that one, ‘Out and Online’, which was probably – Phil notwithstanding – the better of the two I saw.

During that first panel – and really all morning up to that point – I’d started to feel increasingly nervous. I’d never met Dan or Phil before, and the fact it was happening imminently was suddenly hitting me. Not to mention it was very hot in the panel room that day, and – yeah. By the time the LGBT+ panel finished, I was just like the *screaming internally* meme.

The only other time I’d seen D&P in person with my own eyes was at Interactive Introverts – non-VIP, and I was quite far from the stage, so I couldn’t see them well, y’know? So when the panellists walked in for the comedy panel, I turned around and saw Phil properly in person for the first time. And… wow. I’m sure I hardly need to tell anyone on this forum how attractive he is, but I was just blown away by how beautiful he is in person. He just seems to, like, glow. 

And I was absolutely in love with his jacket, which I thought was new at first (it took me a while to place it was the one from the II promo photos). He just looked wonderful, and I went full Heart Eyes Motherfucker as he took his seat with the others. And once I’d actually seen him, somehow I felt less anxious and stressed. 

The panel was okay – I wasn’t familiar with the other attendees and I’m not sure theirs is the sort of content I’d necessarily watch – lots of prank vids and the like, but they def had some fans in the room. But it was obvious the majority of the attendees were there for Phil, and I noticed him looking around the room at all the people there for him throughout, making eye contact with lots of people. I’m sure he made brief eye contact a couple of times, which made me go !!!!! It was obvious the panelists were at quite different stages of their careers, which was a little dissonant sometimes, but also quite sweet – Phil was very encouraging to the younger, more inexperienced members of the panel, which was very lovely. Lucky them to have such a kind senpai.

After that we only had a quick break (mainly to down water after being boiled to death in the panel room) before it was time to get in line for Phil’s meet and greet. The wait for him to arrive was weirdly fast but also interminably long, and I spent most of it panicking about what I was going to say to Actual Phil Lester in a matter of minutes. 

But soon enough he arrived, shook hands with the photographer, did a lil hop to wave to everyone in the crowd who was waving at him, and then off we went.

I wasn’t sure what to expect – I’ve had pics before with celebs at conventions, and every con is different in how they handle photos. Some really rush you through, but this one was pretty good, I thought – you had plenty of time to say whatever you wanted to say, or give gifts – I thought we were supposed to leave them in a box somewhere, but no, we were to give them directly to Phil, who had a little table to put them on. Obviously I wanted to give him a hug, too, but would I be too awkward to ask for one once I actually got up there, I wondered?

But as it turned out I needn’t have worried; I could watch people meeting him from where we were in the line, and from the very first person, he opened his arms for a big hug from everyone who went up to meet him. Watching people running into his arms was making me really emotional – he just has such a great connection with his people. You could tell he was happy to be there and liked meeting us all. He took so many cute photos with people. We noticed he had a Sharpie and was signing things, which we hadn’t been told about beforehand, so I hadn’t brought anything special - ended up getting him to sign my con badge as a souvenir.

There were 3 of us, and @yikesola took one for the team and volunteered to go first. I watched how much fun they were having, how easily they chatted and hugged and posed for their cute photo and thought to myself, please don’t be a total buffoon when you go up there…

Soon enough it was my turn. Walking up for these things is always nervewracking and awkward – except this time, once it was time, Phil turned around, looked at me, smiled and opened his arms and I knew it would be okay.

I walked over and hugged him, and he probably had to bend down quite a lot, lol. I reached up over his shoulder to hug him, which meant being on tiptoes, of course; as many people have said in the past, he didn’t let go until you did. He was so gentle. <3 I maybe hugged him for a little longer than I might usually with someone I didn’t know because of it; he just has such comforting and welcoming vibes. And no, before anyone asks, I didn’t notice what he smelled like – we were talking about it after and I don’t think any of us did. I don’t in general unless someone’s wearing reasonably strong perfume/cologne, I don’t think, unless I’m hugging them for a really long time. ANYWAY.

The now-famous jacket (which looked so good!!) was soft AF. I handed over my lil gift – he spotted the chocolate and was pretty happy about that.

I then had a little time to talk to him but, like, how do you condense into a few seconds what someone means to you, how much they’ve helped you or how much you appreciate them? So I ended up going with one of the main reasons I came to love Phil so much as a creator – someone around my age still making such fun content. I don’t mean it like, ‘wow, at your age!!’ lol, which I’m not sure he would have appreciated, more like – when you get to a certain age, people often expect you to leave certain interests and behaviours aside (we see it all the time with these ‘ew people over 30 in fandom?? Gross’ posts), and Phil is still being himself and doing what he wants and not letting that affect him, and I just think that’s really great and it’s meant a lot to me. So we talked about that a bit. He said you should be able to be creative at any age. <3 Talking to him wasn’t like I expected – I don’t know what I expected, really, but I thought he might have more of a – nervous energy, maybe? Or just a bit more – y’know, ‘AmazingPhil’? But no, he was chill and confident and had this ease about him that was so comforting in person. I know he’s an introvert and probably holed up on the couch for a week after meeting all those people (hard same), but he really is so good at talking to people and making them feel at ease; everyone looked so happy walking away from him.

About halfway through the convo I had to work really hard to keep my brain on track and not just descend into babbling nonsense because he was looking me in the eye and listening attentively and bruh!!! That is … a hell of a thing! Not only is he so beautiful, but he really listens, and cares about what you’re saying, and is actually interested and not just going ‘uh huh, uh huh …’ like other celebs can do. His expression and demeanour was so friendly and open and welcoming, and honestly I just felt like I could talk to him for hours.

We then posed for the official photo they took, and hugged for it – when I’ve had other photo ops in the past where I’m standing close to the person I’ve been prone to nervous giggling, but this time I felt really relaxed and happy.

And that was it! I reluctantly said goodbye and headed off and was so flustered I a) forgot my little card to collect my photo, the guy had to chase after me, though it looked like everyone was doing that because they were on cloud 9, and b) picked up someone else’s sequin Dan bag from the bag pile. (Which I immediately noticed because I had a keychain and pin on mine, but I mean they *are* identical.) We went to get food and download our photos and watch all the videos we took. Even though I now had pics, I still almost couldn’t believe it was actually real.

And, wow. We were just floating for the rest of the day. It was such a wonderful, positive experience and I’m so glad it worked out that I was able to meet Phil. I didn’t think I could love him more but after that day I definitely did. Obviously, because it’s me, I spent a lot of time thinking about what I said to him and how I said it and was it the right thing and did I say it right and lejslkdjkjfkdhks, but at the end of the day he was lovely, I said more or less what I wanted to say (of course there’s more I’d have wanted to say, but there’s never enough time), and it went wonderfully well. So I really shouldn’t worry too much.

We paid a quick visit to the AP shop booth in the Expo Hall – they didn’t have a ton of stuff but they had all the t-shirts (I think it was just all the t-shirts, corgi jumper, corgi keychains, glitch hoodie), so I bought the yellow Try New Things shirt from Sarah. (And got a free pixel Phil sticker; they really want to get rid of those huh)

The only other Phil-event for the day was his appearance at the Night of Awesome that evening, so we went along for that. Apparently the theme of the evening was ‘collaboration’, so most of the performers didn’t appear by themselves aside from a couple of music acts. But it quickly descended into madness – most of the performances were some sort of challenge which involved the loser getting a pie to the face or gunged – i.e. perfect Saturday night entertainment if you’re ten. So maybe it was more aimed at kids, I thought, until one of the music acts started swearing up a STORM and a load of horrified parents started dragging their kids out while I almost died trying not to laugh. There was a lot of TikTok stuff, but the animators challenge was pretty good and a couple of the music acts were great.

You probably read about the guy who crashed the performance to make an offensive anti-trans joke and then got chased out by security … when I figured out who it was later I wasn’t surprised, he’s done stupider shit in the past, but Vidcon didn’t react very well to it right away. Throughout the event I generally thought security and staff were very good, but they really dropped the ball on this. The music act gamely carried on though, as did a number of other acts after them, and *just* as everyone had pretty much lost the will to live, Phil randomly appeared on stage with Kian and JC (…no, me neither) along with a science Youtuber. Yay! I thought his bit was really cute; kind of random but that made sense when he explained the original plan had gone awry shortly before the show started. He was *so* into it and I thought it was so sweet how, again, he kept looking for his people in the crowd. He was so confident on stage and even when the stuff he was being asked to do was so random and weird he just owned it, went for it and made it funny. Thomas Sanders came on after science!Phil to do a very wholesome set which kind of saved the evening, lol.

And that was the end of Phil day! Naturally we had to order Domino’s in the evening after our emotional and intense day (and to recover from whatever tf most of that concert was). I feel like I’ve become some sort of addict, and now the rest of my existence will be sad and grey until I can hug Phil again (which might well be never). I have peaked. I also remembered what I like so much about (good) conventions; being with your people and feeling so free to express yourself and what you love - between the phannies and the fanders there were so many pride flags, and so many people walking around wearing merch. (Also it was the first con I’d ever been to where there were no cosplayers! Which is unsurprising given it’s youtube fandom, but still – new experience.)

Sunday - Day 3

Sunday we slept in after staying up until like 3am chatting (whoops), so I missed jacksepticeye’s panel but I did get to the Buzzfeed Unsolved/Watcher one, which was really funny. I wish I’d gotten to meet the boys but what can you do. I also went to the Expo Hall and met PJ (who was very nice, and friendly!! But had exactly that nervous energy I was talking about earlier, which I’m more accustomed to when I meet celebs at cons; Phil really is something special), and bought a few enamel pins, because ENAMEL PINS.

And then … the worst bit of any con, people started to leave. :( My 3 roomies left first, which was the worst bit of the weekend. I ended up tagging along with some twitter friends to get coffee, and we ended up sitting around for like 3 hours outside the cloakroom because no one wanted to leave.

We found out about Dan’s half marathon during this time, and I know people have this view of phannies like we’re all obsessive, invasive weirdos who just want to find out things for – I dunno, clout? But honestly everyone there was so proud of him and just like the whole weekend, it was great to be with people who understood. Like, I can hardly tell a co-worker that a youtuber I follow ran a marathon, they’d be like - okay, and…? So it was nice to sit there and sort of – celebrate it, in our own lil way.

We all parted ways on the train - I went back to my friend’s and watched Phil’s liveshow there, which was really a perfect way to end the weekend. I’m glad it sounded like he had such a nice time at Vidcon. Someone tweeted about him seeing all the people who had come to see just him and how excited they were to see him, and that warmed my heart. And hopefully his too.

The next day I returned to the Excel to have pizza lunch with the last two friends who were still in town, which really helped with the post-con blues, and then it really was it. Since then I’ve been hanging out at my friend’s flat and taking a couple of trips out to various shops or whatever, but I’ve mostly been tired and lazy and catching up on sleep a bit.

As I mentioned, I’m now a filthy addict. I will be … keeping an eye on future vidcons/events, for sure. >_> And I might be back in London in April, maybe. >_> many thoughts head full

[niksixx]

Picture Perfect

Requested: Yes, by an Anon! 

Pairing: The Dirt!Mick Mars x Reader

Description: You’re Crue’s concert photographer and Tommy, Vince, and Nikki are all camera hogs and Mick is definitely more shy. So you try to get pics of him and end up having cute moments together like snapping his pic backstage, and you fall for each other in the process! 

*Picture is NOT mine. Found on Google. Credit to the owner.*

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“Tommy, I’ve gotten twenty pictures of you already.” 

“Nikki, if you try licking my camera lens again…” 

“Vince, smile. For once. Please.” 

“Nikki, what did I say?”

“Tommy please don’t moon the camera. I don’t want to see that.” 

“That is the fakest smile ever Vince.” 

“Where the hell is Mick?”

That was your day summed up in a nutshell. When you were first hired as Mötley Crüe’s concert photographer, you were elated. Three months later, you’d grown gray hair trying to get decent shots of the rambunctious bandmates. Nikki and Tommy were camera hogs; Wherever you were with the camera, they followed like lost puppies. And the amount of times you had to tell them to pull up their pants because they wanted a few dick pictures was appalling. Vince also loved the camera, but that man never smiled. 

And then you had Mick Mars who stayed as far away from the camera as possible. Sometimes you wished he were more like Nikki and Tommy. You barely had any pictures of him all tour and you were growing more frustrated with him. 

Making your way to Mick’s dressing room, you held your chin high, determined to snap some shots of the angry guitar player. 

“Mick?” Knocking on his door, you waited for a response. “Mick! It’s me, Y/N.” 

Laughing, you heard Mick grumble as soon as he opened the door, a bottle of vodka tucked under his arm. He stared at you with his lips in a straight line, no emotion on his face. “I am not taking any pictures, so don’t even think about it.” 

Stamping your foot, you rolled your eyes. Mick had always given you a hard time about taking his picture since you landed the photographer job. He had made it his mission to royally piss you off by avoiding the camera every chance he got. “Look, Doc has been chewing my ass because I don’t have any pictures of you. I’m asking for one picture, please Mick.” 

You were ready to get on your knees and start begging at this point. Why Mick was so stubborn you couldn’t fathom, but you refused to deal with it any longer. He was messing with your job, and there was nothing that you loved more than taking pictures. 

After a minute of uninterrupted silence, Mick closed his dressing room door and brushed past you, walking a few feet down the hall. You caught up to him just as he stopped and leaned against the wall. “One picture,” he said, offering you the smallest smile. “Only because I don’t want Doc harassing you because of me.” 

Grinning, you held up your camera, glancing through the lens. Mick positioned himself against the wall, one foot against the wall, and the bottle of vodka dangling toward the ground. He still wore that same poker-face look he perfected. “Can you act excited or something? You always look annoyed.” 

“Try dealing with my fucking bandmates all day,” Mick chuckled, holding up his fingers to resemble the ‘rock on’ symbol. Snapping the photo, you checked the lighting and then proceeded to take a few more after adjusting the lens distance. 

“I do deal with them, remember? Nikki and Tommy don’t ever leave me alone. Sometimes I wish you acted that way so then I’d have more pictures.” 

Holding up the camera, you scrolled through the few pictures of Mick, feeling your heart flutter the slightest bit when Mick grinned at the photos. “I didn’t realize how talented you were, Y/N.” 

“Well, you never let me show you,” Winking up at him, you held up your camera. “So, does this mean you’ll let me take your picture now?”

Nodding, Mick shot you a wink of his own and you felt a pause in your breathing as your heart skipped a beat. “I’ll think about it.” 

~~~

It was like your camera had become Mick’s favorite accessory. A week prior, he’d moan and groan and even curse at the sight of you with your little Canon camera dangling around your neck, but now his eyes were gleaming and he had the smallest smile on his face whenever you approached, camera tucked between your fingers.

You and Mick had grown particularly close over the last week. You’d sneak pictures of him chatting with Doc or fixing his hair in the dressing room mirror and you managed to get a few up close pictures of him playing guitar during soundcheck. He wouldn’t run, he wouldn’t hide. Instead, he’d flash you a wicked smile or pose with his tongue out, asking to see the pictures afterward. Mick appreciated your work the most, constantly complimenting your craft. He even offered to take a few pictures of you, and you found yourselves laughing together while editing all of the pictures.

Along with Mick’s growing fascination with your work, your feelings for him had also quickly blossomed. You spent more time with him than any of his other bandmates which only made your connection stronger. Unbeknownst to you, Mick had grown exceptionally fond of you, too. He found himself making excuses to see you, which was very unlike him.  He enjoyed your smile and the way your voice put him at ease after a long day of rehearsal, but Mick especially adored the way you would try to snap pictures of him in secret. He would always catch you in the act, and the burning redness in your cheeks was quite noticeable. 

~~~

It was two days before your birthday when Mick finally built up the courage to ask you on a proper date, but it didn’t go at all how he planned. You were struggling to deal with a slightly tipsy Nikki and Tommy in Tommy’s dressing room. All you wanted was a picture of the two of them, but getting Nikki and Tommy to cooperate, drunk that is, was proving to be an extremely difficult task. 

“Nikki, why is your makeup smeared? For fucks sake, Mick can you hold this for me?” Mick nodded as you handed him your camera, turning back to scrub the black stage paint from Nikki’s chin. Instead of standing still, Tommy had other ideas, and they weren’t good ones, either. 

“Can…can I see that?” He slurred, pointing toward your camera. 

Shaking his head, Mick held the camera away from the drunk drummer. 

“C’mon man,” Tommy whined, reaching around Mick’s body. “I just want to take a picture.” 

“Back up, drummer,” Mick said sternly. He tried cradling the camera to his chest, but it slipped out of his fingers when Tommy swatted it out of his hands. 

The whole room went silent and all eyes fell on you. Your body was frozen, your brain not fully processing that your beloved Canon was shattered in bits on the ground. 

“Y/N…I am so sorry,” Mick and Tommy said together, hearts both squeezing at the sight of fresh tears pricking the corners of your eyes. 

Bending down, you collected the camera pieces with shaky hands. The first camera you had ever bought by yourself was gone in a matter of seconds. Luckily you had backed up all the photos on your computer with a flash drive, but you would never hold your prized Canon in your hands again. 

Without a word, you dumped the broken pieces into the trash and fled the dressing room, leaving Mick, Nikki, and Tommy to exchange worried glances and uttering apologizes under their breath. 

~~~

Flipping through a camera catalog and thinking of ways to scrounge up money for a new one was not exactly how you pictured spending your birthday. You knew it was an accident on both Mick and Tommy’s end, but cameras were expensive and you didn’t have the money to afford a new one. You also spent the day wondering if you would be fired from your job. If you don’t have a camera, how can you take pictures?

You decided to take yourself out to lunch since it was your birthday and you didn’t want to spend the whole day moping around. There was a cute 80s themed diner down the street from the hotel Mötley and their crew were staying at, so you changed into something more flattering before strolling into the diner. 

You were about halfway done your lunch when you felt someone slide into the booth across from you. Glancing up from your phone, your heart clenched at Mick’s big smile, a huge gift box separating the two of you. “Happy birthday,” he said with a grin. 

“You…got me a gift?” Cheeks warming, you touched the bright blue gift box bow. 

“Of course. Open it,” Mick said eagerly, drumming his fingers on the table. 

Curious to see what he had picked out for you, you dropped your fork and placed the box in front of you, lifting the lid off and setting it on the table. You gasped audibly when you saw a brand new Canon camera lying safely in the middle of the box, heart burning in your chest. 

“I wanted to make it up to you,” Mick started, sliding his hand atop yours. “I felt horrible about what happened.” 

“Mick, this is so thoughtful. Thank you.” Wiping a tear from your eye, you squeezed his hand. “It is so beautiful.” 

“Besides,” Mick said, shrugging nonchalantly. “My girlfriend deserves at least one gift on her birthday.” 

You froze. “Girlfriend?” 

Mick nodded, the slightest faint of a smile ghosting his lips. “Well, I’d like you to be.” 

Grinning, you squealed and squeezed into the booth beside Mick, pressing a loving kiss to his cheek. “I’d love nothing more, Mick Mars.” 

“Now then,” he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Since we’re dating,” Mick eyed your plate, wiggling his brows. “Can I have a bite of that?” 

[cruddyborderlandstheories]

athenas or the new ign videos... hmmm

im gonna go for the ign videos (moze gameplay and sanctuary-iii, no guns yet, i have a reason for that) because athenas hasn’t gotten its sweet instagram video yet. once that’s released i’ll do a full post on it. by the time i got around to finishing this post, they had released the video. oh boy... gonna do the gun post then the athenas post, i think. alright, off we go.

tl;dr: we read the entire end user agreement DAHL thrusts upon us for using the ECHO device, talk about some stuff like how (spoilers) it seems like Lilith will be getting her powers back at the end of the game, and a voice line Lily says that sounds like “Tyreen took my powers. it’s like Tannis said: [inaudible] Siren” (altho im not 100% sure on the [inaudible] part because 1) it sounds weird and 2) there’s a drum beat and also the devs are talking over her, the Siren part seems fairly accurate because of the way her mouth moves). so you know. im gonna be agonizing over that until i can hear what she says. ive already spent an hour just repeating it over and over. i nearly fell asleep lol

we’re gonna start with the moze gameplay (the first 14 minutes of bl3) because chronologically it’s first in both timeline and release date

i love the license plates on the right there

also it looks like they added in claptrap’s old welcome sign from windshear waste! time to stand in front of it for 30 minutes to see if any messages pop up like bl2

fast travel station as well, definitely going to see if/where i can teleport and going there immediately. i imagine this is more for DLC stuff and grinding tho.

also! i do believe we saw Covenant Pass previously. good to know this is actually where it is!

Marcus saying “And Welcome to Pandora!” in the beginning confirms that, yes, they’re going to be on a bus!! i wonder if there will be a fight scene before that though. it’s interesting Clappy mentions that “those jerks who tried to murder you are the children of the vault!” so i mean... there’s gotta be... right?

im also convinced this intro is going to be a mirror of Borderlands 1. i stg if it starts out with the first few notes of Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked and then swaps songs I’m going to lose my mind

also also, the order is totally going to mimic the bl1 one. Fl4k = Mordecai, Amara = Lilith, Moze = Roland, Zane = Brick. We even have Lilith taking Angel’s spot as the mysterious voice in our heads, and probably Marcus driving, AND being dropped off at a bus stop.

bet the reason they changed it from ‘Moze as the Bot Jock’ to ‘Moze as the Gunner’ is because it fits under ‘Roland as the Soldier’ better. Also, ‘Zane Flynt as Himselfs’ would be a play off ‘Brick as Himself’. Amara as the Siren is obvious, and ‘Mordecai as the Hunter’ vs ‘Fl4k as the Beastmaster’ is pretty similar as well, given Fl4k has all those Hunter skills.

the 4 basic emotes im guessing. im so glad we have the option to boop our friends in the face with emotes.

also moze’s little bunny skin is adorable

the ECHOnet used to be called “Riftspace”, “the Spline”, and... “MercTel: A Cyber-Dahl Joint” lmfao

specifically calls out Pandora. also, “artificial megastructures”??? THAT’S SO COOL

AND FUCKING

SENTIENT MEGASTRUCTURES???? 

gearbox. please. i have never ever wanted anything more in my life. please. it’s probably my birthday. PLEASE GEARBOX

also interesting that the user agreement specifically notes ‘Respawns’. I assume this is a joke because New-U stations have been confirmed not canon

“Core law”. Core law? Core... daddy? ... ????

core as in like a core government somewhere that’s not the border worlds? that’s interesting...

“The Legion”, okay, acknowledging TPS, that’s dope

“Project Blackrakk” ... im interested

“Thresher Company” lmao

im curious if Axton was apart of any of the mentioned ones. i don’t think it’s been stated, but i could be wrong

“Chieftain Oort”. also ‘Recently Legless Gary’, lmfao poor dude.

oh yeah im sure this is fine. also holy shit did they google the synonyms for ‘change’ and just start listing them? lmfao

“implicit subscription to the Digby Vermouth ‘Dig’s Gigs’ secret concert subscription service” 

sorry, what?

if this doesn’t come up again in the future- if we don’t get a spam letter or 3 in our mailbox about this concert subscription thing i'm gonna be so disappointed

Dahl hates you if you’re not a fan of hyper-jazz, “you snob” lmfao

my brain hurts, they’re good at writing these 

damn phones exist? i thought everything was ECHO. aight, that’s good to know. i guess there just aren’t any phone networks around the border worlds

also “shared dreamspaces” sound really cool

hm. that’s no good lmfao. also i love that the buttons are ‘Agree’ and ‘OK’. there is no escape, once you agree, you can’t even leave because you’re agreeing that you’re trapped with these rules even if you cancel.

that’s fucked up, DAHL. can’t believe you treat your user base the same way you treat your employees. i guess i shouldn’t be surprised.

anyway, shoutout to literally the only TOA I’ve ever fully read in my life.

also, clicking through this TOA too fast WILL end claptrap’s voice line early. so be careful if you want to hear what he has to say!!

oh shit lmao I gotta go edit that Fl4k post

ok im back ~time magic of being able to save things in drafts and post them at a later date~

sliding preserves momentum, so you can actually slide (nearly) the entire way down! i love this.

small, but claptrap bends his antennae when trying to be stealthy. i thought that was a pretty cool detail

“and some guns include an alternate shooting mode~! try it out!”

player: `immediately shoots claptrap in the face`

i died lol

a very nice look at this sign.

good to know that the twins really are tempting people to join with promises of food. i mean it makes sense, i imagine most of the cultists are desperate for stability and a reasonable life on pandora.

also, Shiv calls himself “holy influencer of the children of the vault” lol. i love that. gearbox really is going for the internet’s throat, isn’t it?

i do like that hovering over an NPC will give you their name only and not name/healthbar.

a better look at one of the signs referencing the Mother!!! i was waiting for this, the only real look we got at one was in that one scene with Moze and IB

“Behold the Mother strength surrender to the truth” 

yeah that’s not ominous...

i assume the mother and father are intended to be tyreen and troy? but idk how i feel about that implication...

i like the new little gear/spring effect for the magnet lol

new lilith! i know a lot of people don’t like it, but i do. she looks better than the bl2 vers. altho i think it’s weird they swapped both bl1 and bl2′s ‘AI’ effect to those dots and then didn’t bring it to BL3. the dots effect felt cleaner. curious why they’re not applying it to bl3 when they went thru all that effort in 1 and 2.

... back up please.

i like that there is a changing icon for long pressing now

“time to check out our slay of the day!” sounds like Tyreen but tbh i legit thought this was moze’s reaction to opening the chest at first lol 

you can hear someone start screaming in agony while she’s walking up the stairs, so i know it’s not moze, but im so used to the VHs talking when they see a new piece of loot my brain just assumed.

also THE MUSIC IN THE BACKGROUND IS A REMIX OF BANDIT SLAUGHTER!!! IM SO HAPPY ABOUT THIS I WAS FREAKING OUT THE FIRST TIME I HEARD IT

also, claptrap when dropping health yells “this could save your life! then, you’ll owe me a life debt!” bullshit im pretty sure you already decided we owed you a life debt the moment we stepped off that bus

“i see it... the great vault” - a line from a cultist you kill

i know i mentioned in this post that the Great Vault may be already opened, but it could also just be a Vault they’re planning on opening and using the propaganda to convince the cultists to help them find it. 

“if you help us get this vault open, you’ll be handsomely rewarded! you’ll get superpowers! you’ll get regular meals! you’ll get money and guns and dates!” you know, the usual stuff. 

either way, elevating the Vault to a higher state (god/heaven/whatever) makes sense if you’re running a cult.

btw there is a hidden chest in the scaffolding to the left of the door, if you’re interested in grabbing some better guns before shiv. personally, i’ll be using the toy guns.

also the TVs are actually playing propaganda now!!

this one is asking questions that i cant understand due to the sound effects of the chest and claptrap talking, but it says something about “... the dust? ... join the Children of the Vault!”

“hey shiiiiiv all your dumb friends are dead!!”

shiv be like

“all my friends are dead”

some cool level-up art! I notice these are the same pictures as used on the japanese site. i wonder if they change depending on which VH you’ve picked (If you’re playing Amara/Fl4k, do you get pics of Amara and Fl4k? the player is playing moze, afterall).

also also “it’s a KIA on the knife wielding maniac. suuuper dead.” 

it’s cool that the VHs have specific lines for the deaths of bosses. i hope that continues and it’s not just a ‘15 min of intro gameplay’ thing. you know, where everything is super detailed in the beginning and then slowly gets less and less as the game progresses? anyway, moze’s little chuckle is fuckin adorable lol

ah. the door closes now so you can’t even explore Shiv’s room before Lilith shows up. gearbox plS you know me too well, i was looking for a g l i m p s e

claptrap’s voice line for getting released is SUPER off time, he hits the ground before going “you did it! i’m sa-ahhhhhhhh!” it’s weird, wondering if that’s just a glitch.

also also we get a nice listen to the revive ally sound. i could’ve sworn it wasn’t in the first look at this mission we got, because i heard it for the first time during the coop Zane/Amara gameplay on Promethea. i might be wrong, tho.

im very curious what these symbols are claptrap is beaming up

i mean you know what im gonna say

they look eridian

and they do

so wtf clappy why u beaming up eridian letters to Lilith

i assume maybe Tannis gave clappy some weird upgrade or something so he could communicate with the crimson raiders without the CoV listening in? it could be that Tannis or someone is decoding this message since Tannis does know how to translate Eridian (as shown in her bl1 ECHOs)

... or at the very least she gave Lilith a translator

the darkening makes it so that you can see the crackening. also this COULD just be a beam that lilith can see from wherever she is, but i want to believe there’s more eridian stuff. bc eridian stuff is fun.

this is so fu cking crisp im dying i love it

lilith’s tattoos spreading down her fingers

same symbol as her chest tattoo. maybe the symbol denotes new powers? like how lily has one on her chest for phasewalking, and a new one on her hand for teleportation

i love how her wings look like actual fire. i fucking love this

lilith is looking so fucking good in the new engine

im glad they got rid of her super red eyes, tbh it looked a bit weird

i think they are really pushing her fire affinity, im sure we’ll see Maya has an elemental affinity as well (im calling corrosive) and im sure Tyreen will too (slag). Amara looks to be Shock because that’s her ‘default’, but who knows until (if) bl4 comes out. but corrosive wings on maya would look SOOO fucking cool. please. please please please.

god she looks so good compared to bl2. i love how the tattoos softly glow in the dark, too. i gotta play this mission late in the day...

“you’re... the voice in my head, right?” i love this so much, i really hope my shitpost comes true.

lilith gives you a grenade mod for completing her mission! im really glad they are PUSHING through the tutorial/intro so you can get right into the game. bl2′s ‘intro’ of all these tutorials was brutal. especially waiting to unlock your action skill.

in 3 you get your action skill automatically at level 2!!! which is insane, i love it! they’re jumping right into it, it’s great. and they seem to be pushing for you to get all the stuff you need right away. 

it’s curious to note that in bl3 we get our class mods at the end of the Promethea demo (after Gigamind), since in bl2 you get your first (usually?) after the hunting the firehawk mission and both seem to take place immediately after we get to the ‘base of operations’ of the game (Sanctuary vs Sanctuary-III).

yep that quest is 100% in line with the quest marker. 

i imagine From the Ground Up may be discovering where the Vault Map/Key actually is? maybe bringing people to the Recruitment Center (notably Tannis)

for this scene. i hope this takes place after the HBC, because i seriously... can’t imagine the twins showing up, taking the Vault Map, bringing it to the HBC, and then NOT taking Lilith’s powers/trying to kill Lily and accidentally taking her powers. it just doesn’t make sense, Vault Hunters be damned, we are level 2 they could melt us easy peasy. 

If anything, it feels like we COULD find the Vault Map in the Recruitment Center, Tannis tries to activate it/fix it, we find out it’s mega broke, and then the Sun Smashers show up and take it. but i seriously can’t imagine Lilith nor the new VHs allowing that to happen while they’re still there. maybe if Tannis sends us to do something while Lilith is gathering other CR members? then it could make sense if they attack while Tannis is alone with the Key...

OR

we end up finding something in Shiv’s room that shows/helps us realize the Sun Smashers bringing the Vault Map to the Calypsos. tho this would mean the quest From the Ground Up is SUPER short and I imagine it’s not. Maybe we raid a camp of theirs like the one in front of Sanc-III with the bridge/ramp? We need to be about level 6 before we go and we start From the Ground Up at 2 so there’s obviously something DEEP we’re missing here. maybe this is a mission where we go gather the other Crimson Raiders? HMMMMMMMM...

.... oh.

nevermind lmfao

she opens her ECHO immediately after this LOL i feel kinda dumb now

raiding their camp it is! the Droughts sounds like a fun location. Very much like the dust. you guys think there’s a Shade situation going on there? i’m excited to see it. Still think we’re going to use Shiv’s room to get that lead, though. i just really wanna watch tv lmfao. i hope this means the bandits run from the camp to the HBC, or we find info that the bandit warchief sent a party to the HBC with the Vault Map. either way, i just don’t want the twins showing up until after the HBC or i will have so many questions. “why didn’t you kill lilith?” being the first. “the god queen wants her head!” ur goddamn right she does, so why doesn’t she (try to) kill lilith???

85% already?! hot damn

also

that’s one badass description there, Moze

also also

while having gun slots locked is pretty normal, im surprised they’re locking class mods and relics, too! i wonder when we’ll be able to equip relics. maybe when we first go to eden-6 or smth. or maybe after we meet up with Rhys. shit maybe he’s just handing us an artifact (im gonna interchange these a lot, sorry!) in that Promethea video lmfao

“ready to chuck some boom and frag some maniacs” lol moze i love you

if you’re playing Zane... `equips grenade mod for checkmark` `immediately equips second action skill and never actually uses grenade mod`

“it’s the firehawk! the god queen wants her head!” 

like i alluded to before, i would not be surprised if Tyreen doesn’t know she can absorb Siren powers... when she goes to succ lilith in front of Sanctuary-III, it’s totally possible she actually was trying to kill her. That could explain why she looks so intrigued at her hand like “oh shit okay lets see what this can do”

might be why she was okay with sending her cultists after her instead of showing up herself.

“alright, we got a foothold. maybe things are turning our way. come on killer, you’re with me” we are going to explore the SHIT out of shiv’s room.

alright alright alright

let’s move on to the Sanctuary-III stuff

yessss

i love the quest objective thing, it looks like we will be able to swap through our quests with the push of a button! also im curious why exactly we’re going to promethea right away. i wonder if the twins say something about moving there after getting the vault map/lilith’s powers, or if we hear from rhys. im expecting something about the vault map, since our vh will admit they don’t know rhys at all when talking to lorelei. but for some reason we need to be within the city limits? since lily says ellie got us within the city limits. 

hmmmmmm. okay, okay, maybe the map was trying to lead us to promethea for vault reasons during that short amount of time that we had it and it was working. maybe promethea is what we see when tannis is activating the key during that one cutscene? ohhh shit how dope would it be if we got that fucking easter egg message? omg “Children of the Vault. Come to Promethea. We are not on Pandora anymore. Tannis is not what she seems. Do not open the Vaults.” and everyone is like ‘uh did that thing just mention Tannis by name??’ and now it’s REALLY important to get the map back just so we can figure out wtf it’s trying to tell us. 

i will question how ‘Tannis is not what she seems’ would affect character relationships, especially if it’s said so early in the game. so perhaps we only hear the first part of the message. maybe it’s corrupted because it was recently broken. iunno. just playing around with ideas. the canon of this game is like flarp putty until sept. 13th

anyway moving on because this is literally the first f r a m e of the video

i like that you can see pandora’s eridian scar. if the destroyer is speaking through eridium to people, it’s gonna bust outta the side of this planet like you wouldn’t fucking believe lmao. eridium is a window to the soul and if you stare long enough into its glossy, shining sides, the destroyer stares back

that or it’s just like a beacon, slowly spreading its influence across the universe. but i like the idea that the destroyer can waltz out of a big enough hunk of eridium. so it will bust out of pandora’s eridium scar. F in chat for pandora but also lmfao the amount of tentacles and rage would be unparalleled.

reality is that the twins are probably farming this scar for eridium to turn into slag for multiple purposes. like brainwashing their cultists, giving them powers, and ensuring their guns have their manufacturer’s quirk (im getting to this in my next post bc im just gonna compile all the ign gun videos into one big post)

the floor art is different from the actual sanc-iii demo. i mention this first in my behind closed doors panel analysis, but im gonna mention it again because this is ~official~. the floor list on the first walkthru of sanc-iii we got had the names of all the crimson raiders and lines leading to their shops. so we had the infirmary/tannis, marcus, moxxi, etc listed on the floor. i imagine this new sanc-iii will change as we get more people on board or if we do a sort of re-decoration of the ship.

also also, it’s cool to see that we have 4 rooms on the minimap, likely one for each of the VHs (and your coop buddies). ive seen speculation that the other, non-played VHs will hang out in their rooms when you’re not playing them, and tbh i really hope this is the case.

we also know this version of sanctuary-iii is after pandora, so there are no promethea citizens aboard yet. which makes me double certain the first sanc-iii video we got takes place either after endgame (explaining why Lily has her tattoos back) or right after Athenas (explaining why Maya is there). which... i mean... spoilers, guys. 

that’s one good lookin fast travel station, holy shit

im in tears over here because “Caution: no steppy”. this is so fucking funny to me

no steppy on me

okay moving on because i will cry laugh over this for forever im allowed

moze’s room is so much different than amara’s

also i notice she’s on the left of the two on the top, which makes me hope the other 4 are reserved for the other VHs (or your coop buddy).

compared to the official sanc-iii demo video

and amara’s room

moze’s is so barren oh my god

someone get this girl like... a colorful throw pillow or something

baaank. also doubles as the secret stash. kinda upsetting, because that is infinitely less loot i can store when i make a lot of characters. also if i upgrade the bank once, is it upgraded across all my other characters too? or are the guns i put in storage slot 11 locked up until i buy the upgrade?

either way, i am saddened because no more mule characters. and way less space the more characters you make and more gear you find, because all gear you put in here is there across all characters. i hope this means our backpacks will be a lot bigger this time around!

supamax mfg shows up again

ppm/04-02 matches up with the number behind the fast travel station. i wonder if this will come into play. if the number changes later in-game im going to freak the fuck out bc that means wherever we are isn’t actually sanctuary-iii

ppm/04-02. remember that 👀

also, the wall behind the golden chest changed from red to steel/greenish. can’t tell the actual color. same as the floor

you know. that color.

“golden keys are popular. you can get some in-game and also get them online”

in-game you say??? im interested! i wonder if there will be some sort of arena (like moxxi’s) where if you complete it you get a key as a reward. i saw people speculating about some sort of randomized boss rush, that could definitely be a way to get gold keys, as well.

oooo engine room! im excited to explore here.

original size is 16. so, we have 40 backpack slots! still... you know... only 1 above the max of bl2, but hey. at least that’s an upgrade. as small as it may be

on the bright side: bank upgrades increase capacity by 5. with a base of 10, and 8 upgrades, we have 50 slots to fill. which is a big leap from the original 24. it is still a shame we have to share these across characters, tho

offline cultist stream? makes me think the CoV really was trying to steal/take over sanc-iii from the crimson raiders and we went to go take it (back?) in Taking Flight. either the CoV found/ordered Sanc-III, or the crimson raiders were building it/fixing it up, their stronghold got taken over, and the CoV were prepping it for takeover.

the shooting range. and if you notice that little CoV symbol in the bottom left there? yeah pretty much backs up my previous theory

all those red bits are tied to ellie’s crew challenge. so we’ll be collecting things for her!

an altar for scooter 😢

“we’re gonna get those cultism sumbitches, believe you me”

where you get yeeted out of Sanc-III. im definitely going to try jumping in it to see if it kills me. doesn’t look like the drop pods are available yet

that’s not clappy, pretty sure he’s hanging out on the bridge right now

schematics for veronica

the thing i was most excited about in this video!

loooots of customizations! which excites me because i know eridium used to get useless late game when you’ve grinded all the raid bosses. it looks like eridum is going to be in ultra high demand. but u can bet ur ass im gonna be unlocking all those fucking customizations asap.

veteran rewards is also super super interesting

hgggggg i wanna know what the shields do!!! 

i like the vault symbol at the top of the item card as well, shows you its a special type of weapon/item. im honestly surprised we’re able to buy ‘veteran rewards’ so early in the game? i mean obvi we won’t have enough eridium (look at the costs!) but it’s wild it’s even accessible. im personally a fan of the first bonus ‘anointed: gain life steal on action skill end’

looks like these guns have been chosen

to give them those special bonuses

i do see that just anointed is not class specific, but the ones that say anointed gunner or maybe anointed siren will be (confirmed by the devs in video).

you pay with eridium, so maybe the vending machine has some way to confer the power of eridium to the guns. or some shit. iunno. it’s possible this won’t be available until the end of the game, hence veteran rewards, and is only being shown to us right now since this is a showcasing video.

pandoran civilian. no promethea civilians today folks! i am CONVINCED that the old sanc-iii demo takes place after the end of the game. at least after athenas.

it’s weird seeing moxxi hanging outside her bar.

is also cool to know that the 4 slot machines are actually available. seems like npcs can play them, but we can use all 4 if we want to. which is really nice

the one on the far left is called the ‘loot boxxer’ and it gives mostly guns lol. i see they are taking jabs. good for them

better pic of the leftmost machines

Zer0 seems to have a bounty board? not sure if this is like a physical bounty board or if they will contact you when they want something dead, but it is cool to note. this isn’t shown in video, just the devs speaking about it.

similarly hammerlock has ‘big game hunts’ where you find “rare, challenging creatures” and kill them for him

apparently we’ll be killing something known as a manvark

this book

i fucking recognize this book

HAMMERLOCK NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

in all seriousness tho

hammerlock probably isn’t in his room because we haven’t rescued him from eden-6 yet.

a cool thing about the crew challenges: as you progress through the game and do these challenges, sanc-iii will ‘grow and change to reflect the things you’ve accomplished’. altho another dev says “sometimes these are optional things, like challenges” 

so now im like oh shit we’re gonna change sanc-iii as we play the game. i wonder if that means we’ll be changing the hull, too. because you know. the blue paint job. we gotta go STEALTH. sneaky beaky into the calypsos fleety

tannis doesn’t have the saurian on her table. also, interesting note, she DOES have the eridian log in the corner. meaning she must have had that before eden-6. interesting... maybe we’ll find more on Pandora.

she is still covered in blood tho. idk i don’t have an explanation for that. don’t think i want to think of one, to be quite honest.

oh no. (those are skulls next to all the gurneys)

“tannis plays a much bigger role in bl3 than she has in past games”. bigger than borderlands 1? that is... impressive. she’ll be running the health vending machines (which is weird bc i could’ve sworn in the promethea demo, zed was still running them... hm.)

another angle of sanc-iii

clappy? you good there?

the devs said they’re using him to plug a hole. i assume the calypsos shot at the ship as we’re leaving or smth.

lily with no tattoos, who also looks significantly more pissed than her other sanc-iii demo counterpart

you know. because she got her tattoos.

also

fucking

lilith says something right here. all i can make out is “Tyreen took my powers. it’s like tannis said. ..... [inaudible] Siren.” maybe some weird word i haven’t heard before? i swear she’s saying ‘like tannis said: a ‘m...’ Siren” but i am not 100% sure. if someone could help me out, that’d be rad.

so its sounding like lilith rushed in with explicit warning from tannis about tyreen stealing her powers, and tannis knew tyreen was some sort of Siren and warned lily, but lily didn’t listen. it could also be that lily is saying something like “im not a siren” but i can’t really hear it if she is. it sounds like she saying a word that starts with m to me. if someone could help me with this i’d owe you my life

whew. i am. fucking TIRED.

im gonna sleep for like 3 hours and then wake up and make food before the fl4k streams start.

[thehomierobbstark]

What does Erik do when Bae is being bratty in public?

A/N: Ya’ll seemed to really enjoy the last one, so here, have a longer one! Thank you anon for asking! [i ride for my thick chicks but i couldn’t find the right pics, sorry yall :/ ]

Whewwww

First of all

God Bless that mans patience, because you? stay Trying👏🏿 It ™👏🏿

Y’all were at an amusement park in the height of summer after graduation after you’d decided to link back up with all your college friends one last time before fall came

Everyone was boo’d up, but especially Erik, who stayed hanging on you from the moment you got there

He couldn’t help it, you just looked so cute with your black and silver braids up in space buns and the ocean blue Van’s you paired with your white summer fit

He just needed to be onn youuu in somee wayy so he could let these niggas know that ‘this mines’

Soo you sucked it up, and put up with your needy ass man hanging all over you

….. for a total of five minutes

“Yeah, so uhh…. this not bout to work,” You lean back from your scrunched up position in the corner of the booth where he’d pulled you in to be under his arm. The rest of your crew was still in line, ordering food.

He gives you a confused look, not really sure what you’re talking about.

“Wassup? You wanna go somewhere else for food? I think they got a vegan spot around the corne-”

“Nah, son, this not bout to work,” You interrupt him, gesturing between the two of you. You feel a spike of heat flash over you, and your patience starts to grow thinner.

You fuckin hated being hot

It was honestly one of the worst feelings to you, and this gigantic, sweaty nigga was determined to be all up in your space, fuckin up your qi

“Baby,” you give him a little pat on his arm, trying to keep it together. “I love all the physical affection you’re trying to show me, but you gon have to cut that shit out.” *record scratch* “It’s too hot for all that.”

During the winter, those warm, cuddled up moments were cute and all, but now that the cold was gone so was your desire for unnecessary body heat, and you needed him to get with the program

He kisses his teeth. “I’m just tryna hold my baby girl, watchu getting all buck for?” He says defensively, acting like he wasn’t currently trying to be the actual ball to your chain.

“Okay, well, hold me in your heart or somethin, shit. You makin my back sweat,” You pull at the sleeve of your shirt to trying to air it out a little, unsticking it from you.

That was another thing you fuckin hated; sweat

You could put up with it if you had to, like when you did your occasional morning run or participated in whatever foolish activities Erik managed to get you into, but it still always made your neck scrunch up at the dewy gross wetness that lingered behind on your skin

Tbh, you turned into a total 👸🏿Diva when it was hot, and you weren’t putting up with any of Erik’s lovey dovey shit in the 102º heat

“Wowwww, so you really just gon block me out like that, babe?”

“Like a fuckin linebacker,” Your comeback is quick, zero hesitation.

Your friends start heading back to where you are, so he drops it, deciding to not be a grump in front of them and thinking that maybe you just needed some space for a little while till you cooled back down

Nnnopeeee

You may have felt icky on the outside, but it didn’t mean you still didn’t want allll of the attention from your man

It’s like your body knew it wasn’t going to get any physical affection in this heat, so to make up for it, it transferred all of its resources over to your mouth

And that mouth? Smh

Poor baby, you was skrugglin

“Erik, where are you going?”

“I wanna go ride on this one babe, come with me.”

“Why is it so hotttt,”

“Ooo, DOG!”

“I want a churro.”

“Why aren’t you listening to me right now?? Didn’t you hear me say I saw a dog??”

He’s torn between being fed up with you’re annoying, aggravating ass and squishing you to death in the tightest hug because he loved it when you started acting all needy

One second you’re dragging him to all the toy stores in the park to find a Pussyfoot stuffed animal, and the next you’re mad when he tries to hold your hand to take you there because ‘it’s too sweaty”

And when you had a hot flash?

Lord help any chick that looked even somewhat in Erik’s direction, because by then you were ready to add in the knuck component to your 1-2 crazy bitch combo

After he had to drag you out of the funnel cake shop to keep you from throwing hot fudge and strawberries at “that googly eyed bitch in the back”, he decided to take you to one of the secluded tables in the back of the park to talk.

“Sit.” he orders, pointing at the table top, and you hoist yourself onto the warm concrete, scooting back a little to make room.  He slides the plate of funnel cake onto the table, arranging the shopping bags he placed behind you to give you both cover. He situates himself on the bench in between your legs, pulling the plate of food over to him to unwrap it.

He spreads your legs open and puts the dessert there when he finishes, resting his hands on the outside of your thighs.

“Right now, you gon eat and listen, cuz you been acting like a fuckin brat all damn day and I’m not having any more of your shit lil girl.”

Your face immediately scrunches up, frowning at the factual statements he was making.  You want to open your mouth and start denying your bad behavior, but the look on his face tells you that it would be very unwise.

You only open up again after watching him use his fork to pick apart the funnel cake, dipping it in chocolate sauce and holding it to your mouth to feed it to you.

While you chew, your eyes drift over his defined arm muscles being showcased by the maroon sleeveless hoodie he’s wearing, the scent of his heady cologne wafting up to your nose, distracting your senses for a moment.

You want to bury your nose in his neck and deeply inhale his scent, but you restrain yourself, not wanting to get falsely accused of trying to distract him. 

“Aight so whats the deal, baby girl? You ain’t even wanna hold my hand cuz you was being such a drama queen earlier, but now you tryna bite every bitch head off in a 5 mile radius cuz they can’t tell that we together.” He feeds you another piece, this time with a chunk of strawberry, holding it with his fingers.

You accept it, wrapping your lips around his meaty fingers and taking the treat from them, sucking generously at the pad of his thumb.

He maintains his composure, watching as you swipe your tongue over the dust of powdered sugar on your top lip.

“Why you being so difficult, mamas? You actin like you don’t know how to act right.”

You roll your eyes, eyebrows furrowing in irritation as you start to get defensive. Sure you might have been acting out a little bit, but its not like he was entirely innocent in this either.

“Well, maybe if you didn’t wear shit like that when we go out, I wouldn’t have to act so fucking ‘difficult’.” You use your fingers to put up air quotes, voice laced with attitude.

He narrows his eyes at you. “Excuse me, little girl?” Its more of an opportunity for you to reevaluate your statement than it is a question, but you steamroll over the subtle warning, still going off.

“You mad you can’t be all up on me rn so we can look like we together, but you stay showing off your arms and shit like you’re not also taken.”

He grabs the plate of half eaten funnel cake and puts it off to the side, moving forward so that his face is closer to yours.

“You better change the way you talkin to me or we gon have an even bigger problem in a second.”

You ignore his threat, scooping up the plate to munch away at your anger.

“Shut the fuck up Erik, you’re irking me right now,” You mumble around a mouthful of food, eyes focused on the pile of whipped cream and pastry.

You didn’t see it when he pulled down the black joggers he was wearing to reach in and free himself, stroking slowly while he waited for you to swallow the food in your mouth. Before you could take another bite, he snatches the plate out of your hand, tossing it somewhere before pulling you to the edge of the table, gripping you under your knees.

“Clearly you need some sense fucked back into you because its obvious you lost it all somewhere in this goddamn park.” He grabs your shorts, roughly pulling them off before sliding you off the table and into his lap. He hooks two fingers into the side of your cotton underwear and rips them off, stuffing the material into your mouth.

“I swear if you cum I’ll take you home and bend you over for another 2 hours,” His tone is vicious, and you’re already wet from the way he’s gripping your waist tight and looking at you with pure fire in his eyes. He lifts your ass up and positions himself under you, thrusting into you powerfully and filling you all the way up. You let out a sharp cry, softened by your makeshift gag, and he covers your mouth with his wide palm, leaning into your ear.

“Shut the fuck up and take it,” he growls, and he tightens his arm around your lower back and starts to pound into you, struggling to keep his own breathing even and his grunts quiet.

With the tall shopping bags on the table blocking the view, no one can see what you’re doing in the corner, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders and bury your face, praying that there’s no cameras pointed in your direction. 

Somehow you both manage not to get caught, and its been 20 minutes now of his thick member slamming into you over and over again non stop. You’re wrapped around him so tight, struggling not to let go as you feel your 6th orgasm trying to fight past your mental barrier, and you push on his thighs weakly trying to lift off of him.

“I can’t I cant I cant,” you chant, your head falling back as you take in shallow breaths, a single tear falling down your face.

“You fucking better,” He snarls, and he digs his fingers into your cheeks gripping hard, spreading your ass apart further. His thrusts start slowing down, and he lifts you up, laying you down on the table with his body hovering over yours.

It’s a riskier position, and your legs bob over the shopping bag blockade he’s created as he keeps going. You scratch at his arms, whining his name to try and warn him. 

He ignores you, circling his hips into you sloppily as he starts to reach his climax, and right as he starts to release, he pushes up your cropped shirt and sinks his teeth into your breast, moaning into you as ropes of cum shoot inside you.

He collapses on top of you, both of you breathing heavy and sweating even more than you were before. 

He lazily smushes sloppy kisses into the side of your face as he comes down, nibbling on your cheek and the sensation of his beard tickles you.

“Daddy,” you whisper hoarsely, throat dry and aching from the fabric.

“Hm?” he hums, his body too tired to look up at you.

“I’m hungry again.”

[macgyvermedical]

Improvised or self-surgery for Danny and Steve (no real preference as to who's the patient) from Hawaii 5-0 please! (I love and appreciate your blog and all the effort you put into it!)

***Not affiliated with the official “Bad Things Happen Bingo” writing challenge***

“H-help me out here Steve, I think I’m hearing things- did someone on your end say I had to pull this thing out myself?” Danny asked. He waited for an answer, extremely disconcerted by the several seconds of inaudible conversation on the other end of the phone line. “Yo, still here, can definitely hear you, what’s-”

“That’s right, Danny.” Steve’s voice confirmed. It was not the answer Danny was hoping for.

“Thought that was something we didn’t do. In fact, I clearly remember ‘pull the impaled thing out’ was on the don’t do list.” Danny let his voice get a little exasperated for emphasis and hoped the sentiment got through.

“Detective Williams,” Dr. Silvia Reyes interrupted. Danny wished she could see his face right now because a phone connection was not nearly the right medium to display his level of incredulity. “Almost any other circumstances yes, you’re right- the risk of severe bleeding, additional tissue damage, it wouldn’t be worth it.” She paused. “But in this case we have to consider the bigger threat.”

“Walk me through that- what’s the bigger threat than the explosion I was just in and the metal sticking out of my leg?” He’d been investigating a remote lab with an enforcement ranger when the man had tripped some kind of self destruct, triggering an explosion. Danny had been far enough away to only get thrown backwards, several pieces of metal debris embedding themselves in his upper right thigh in the process. Even he had to admit it was a lucky break, but it didn’t change the fact that the conversation he was now having was one of his least favorite kinds of conversations.

“Danny, after you left this morning, we looked over the pics the Park Service sent over.” Steve explained. “The FBI field office confirmed the lab may have been equipped with nuclear materials.”

Danny’s heart sank. “So the self-destruct was a dirty bomb, right?”

“We believe so, unfortunately. The concern now is that the whole area is contaminated.” Dr. Reyes continued. “There is no way to know how badly until we can pull together a trained team, but until we know more I would recommend spending no more than an hour where you are.”

“Is the shrapnel in my leg contaminated?” Danny asked, suddenly very much wanting it out of his body.

“Most likely.” Reyes replied.

“You’re gonna have to walk out of there Danny- we’ve already thought it over. The terrain’s too rough to send a vehicle, and we can’t risk sending a rescue team on foot until we know how bad the radiation is.”

“What about a chopper?” Danny asked. Under another circumstance he might have felt embarrassed asking for a helicopter, but at the moment he felt entirely justified in the request.

“Sorry Danny, we talked about that too- there’s a risk it could stir up the contaminated particles and the wind could spread them to a populated area.” Steve said it in such a way that Danny knew he’d agonized over it beforehand.

“Listen, I think you’re all forgetting I can’t walk. I almost passed out just getting my leg underneath me to stand a few minutes ago. I tried. The terrain walking in was rough enough when I could move my leg.”

“Based on the the pictures you sent, once it’s removed it will still by painful, but you’ll be able to bend it and bear some weight- you should be able to make it to the nearest road, where we can meet you with an ambulance.”

“I’m really not getting out of this, am I?” Danny asked.

“No, and the sooner we can start, the lower your total exposure will be.”

“Great.”

“Okay, is where you are still safe for you?” Danny looked around. There was a tinge of smoke in the air, but he was far enough away from the wreckage of the building that the still-smoldering pieces didn’t pose a threat to him. There was also no sign that the lab’s owners had sent anyone to assess the damage yet. He figured pointing out the looming threat of agonizing death by radiation wouldn’t help much.

“Yes.” He answered grudgingly.

“And you can still feel and move your foot and toes?” Dr. Reyes asked. “No numbness or tingling?”

“Yeah, still good there.”

“And no pain anywhere else, difficulty breathing, headache, vision changes, anything you haven’t told me?”

“No.”

“What supplies do you have with you?” Miraculously, his backpack had stayed on his back through the explosion. He was leaning against it, but forced himself to sit up painfully and pull it off his back.

“Uuuh, I got half a water bottle and a protein bar, some of the testing strips for the lab, a couple of pens, a pad of paper, a backpack, baseball cap, most of my clothes are intact, and a first aid kit.”

“What’s in the first aid kit?”

Danny opened the kit and dumped the contents onto the back of the backpack. “First aid kit’s got some, uh, band-aids, antiseptic, gloves, tweezers, ABD pads, some of those forehead fever things, tape, a tourniquet, trauma shears, some butterflies, tylenol, benadryl, one of those eye wash squeeze things, an ace wrap, and a little pocket guide.”

“Okay, I’m going to have you cut your pant leg away from the injury as much as possible. If some of the fabric got pulled in with the shrapnel that’s okay, you don’t have to take it out yet. You’re just trying to get the best view of the wound you can.” Reyes said.

“Yet she says. Sure.” Danny gritted his teeth. His hands shook as he hooked the shears into the pocket of his khakis. They cut easily through the bloodstained fabric, but each shaky cut pulled painfully at the piece of metal in his leg. He stopped more than once to catch his breath, trying not to let on that even this simple act had been difficult. He couldn’t imagine what he was about to do with actually removing the pieces.

“I don’t think there’s going to be much of a problem with severe bleeding, but I don’t know how deep the piece goes and it’s better safe than sorry. I’m going to have you put the tourniquet on about two inches above the shrapnel, but don’t tighten it down. Can you do that?” Reyes asked. As a police officer he’d gone through the obligatory first responder course, and once during an active shooter situation he’d put a tourniquet on someone else, but the idea of putting on no his own leg felt foreign and ominous.

“Yeah.” There was no way he’d be able to slip the tourniquet over his leg without tightening the muscles around the wound, so he pulled one side of the fabric completely out of it’s slot, slid it under his leg above the wound, and put it back together, tightening it just far enough that it wouldn’t come off. “Done.” He said.

“Good, still doing okay?”

“Let’s get this over with.” He ground out. Everything felt hot, he was covered in sweat, the

“Okay, I’m going to go over this first, don’t do anything until I tell you.” Reyes started. “You’re going to want to relax your leg as much as possible. Then get the best grip you can on the part of it that’s outside you. You’re going to pull it straight out at a 90 degree angle. It’s going to tug more than you think it will, but try to do it in one fluid mot-”

Danny nodded and waited several seconds for more instructions. “Dr. Reyes?” No response. “Steve?” Danny scrabbled on the ground for his phone. Please. It could have been a call drop. It could have been a volume thing.

It wasn’t. The low battery icon flashed briefly on the screen. C’mon, please. Danny wanted to scream. An explosion. Shrapnel in his leg. Radiation. The fact that he would have to pull this damn piece of metal out of his own leg because there was no one alive to help him. And now his phone was dead at the worst possible moment. Get a grip Danny.

He took a few steadying breaths. If nothing else, it sounded like he’d gotten the important parts from Reyes before the line had gone dead. A rendez-vous point with the ambulance was also no problem- if he could make it back to the ranger’s van, that would presumably be where Steve would send it.

There was just one thing standing in the way of safety now.

Relaxing his leg was harder than he wanted it to be. Everything felt tight just from the pain, but the muscles in his leg seemed to have protectively clenched around the offending metal. He took a steadying breath, gripping the protruding part of the shrapnel the best he could. Even the shaking in his hand sent pain into his leg.

F*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck

He could scream. He could scream as loud as he wanted and no one would hear him. Okay. He could do this.

1….

2….

“AHHHHHHHHAHAHHAHHHGHGHGHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

He screamed as loudly as he could, all thought, and all effort went into the scream. It didn’t drown out the pain, but he wasn’t expecting it to. It distracted him just enough that when he closed his mouth, tears streaming down his face, and opened his eyes, he saw a bloody piece of metal in his hand.

He couldn’t even describe how proud he was of it.

Panting, lightheaded, and feeling like he might puke, he stared down at the wound the metal had left. Satisfied the seeping blood wouldn’t kill him, he let himself lay back.

“Done.” He sighed.

He lay on the grass for several long seconds, waiting for the curls to fade from his vision and the pain to ebb away. Then he sat slowly. He took one of the ABD pads from the pile and pressed it lightly against the wound and wrapped the ace wrap around in. It wasn’t a perfect dressing, but it just had to hold up until he got to the ambulance. Gingerly, he tested if he could bend his leg.

To his great excitement, it was just as Reyes had predicted- it was painful, but possible now to bend his leg. He stood carefully, testing the weight he could bear in spite of the wound. It wasn’t much, but he was mobile. He picked up the water bottle, took one quick look at the pile of supplies, decided it wasn’t worth it, and began limping painfully towards the vehicle.

[rockinthebeastmode]

Firestarter

A/N: I’m working on a million and one different things but wanted to finish up the first part of this--no idea when more will be up as I haven’t written it yet but fingers crossed I’ll figure something out 😅😂 This is the unplanned sequel to Sleep, so please read that first or this will make next to no sense. I hope you enjoy!

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Firestarter

You’re nothing but an ungrateful waste of space! Just a useless firebug that needs to be stomped out!

Finn startled awake, his eyes immediately squinting against the strong sunbeams pouring through the garage skylight. He grimaced and stretched, his limbs stiff from sleeping on the hard floor.

It had been two long days since he was released from the hospital. He’d somehow found an old sleeping bag buried in the surrounding maze and his leather jacket laid folded as a makeshift pillow. It wasn’t the most comfortable setup but he was free, at least for now.

He rolled to his knees and reached for his duffel bag, stuffed with his entire life. He wiggled the stuck zipper open and pulled out jeans and a t-shirt, attempting to shake the creases out of them. He stood and dressed before making his way to the door and hesitantly peeking out into the backyard.

The house was in bad shape, the second level almost completely burned away. He couldn’t see any sign of his room from the back but he saw one of his walls was still standing when he rounded the front of the house. He went up the front steps slowly and through the blackened door frame, glancing around at the wreckage.

Parts of the staircase had collapsed, leaving a perilous path upstairs, and he could see the back door from where he stood in the foyer. He gingerly walked through the kitchen, looking over the scorched remains of the stuff he’d thrown during the fire. His heart sped up when he spotted the warped and melted pan between the kitchen and living room, the metal shining in the sunlight. He forced his eyes off of it, shortly finding broken picture frames nearby. He knelt down and carefully picked up the salvageable photos, some burnt at the corners.

The first showed his mum in a hospital bed, a tired smile across her face as she held him close. His dad stood close, a wide grin aimed at the two. He frowned a bit confusedly at her face, wondering how she’d been back then. Had anyone known how she’d change as he grew up? Had anyone noticed something off about her?

He flipped to the next picture, a crumbling shot of his fifth birthday. His mum stood beside him, her signature smirking glare clear despite the fade. His Nan stood at his other side, a wary frown in place as she looked at Jenny instead of the camera. His brow furrowed as he glanced between them, his lips flattening. He’d never realized how she’d looked before—almost afraid or unsure. He didn’t see his father in the frame but couldn’t remember if he’d been present or burned away.

He dropped the photo, holding the last one in both hands. It was just of him and his Nan, his arms wrapped around her legs as he grinned toothily at the camera. She was smiling down at him, a hand in his hair. They stood in the backyard, the garage behind them and he bit his lip roughly at the sight, resisting the urge to rip it apart. He threw it and it fluttered to the ground facedown. Writing on the back caught his eye as he turned to walk away. He bent to get it and skimmed the words, his throat burning at the familiar handwriting.

Dearest Finn, Already six years old! Where does the time go? You’re my shining star, my favorite boy in the whole universe. I love you to the moon and back. Always remember that tea makes everything alright. Love, Nan

***

“Do you have to go?” Finn asked quietly, his eyes starting to well up.

Margaret Nelson tried to smile, her eyes going behind him to his mum standing in the doorway. Jenny inclined her head to her, crossing her arms and Peggy looked away, meeting Finn’s eyes.

“It’s just a little crowded with all of us in the house, dear. S’better for me to move out,” she explained, biting her lip as a tear fell down Finn’s cheek, “Don’t cry, my lad...We’ll still spend all kinds of time together. Don’t you worry.”

Finn nodded with a loud sniff, wiping his eyes with the back of his fist. Peggy pulled him to her in a tight hug, holding him as close as possible for as long as she dared. When Jenny stepped from the doorway to intervene, she moved back and ran a hand through Finn’s hair.

“I love you to the moon and back, Finny. Be a good boy for your mum,” she whispered, willing her own tears away. She went to stand from her kneel and Finn threw his arms around her, keeping her at his level. Her lips flattened and she held him, her eyes narrowing as Jenny started to approach.

“That’s enough, boy. Nan has to go now,” Jenny said, her hand gripping his shoulder and pulling him back. He held fast and she rolled her eyes, her hand moving down his arm to his wrist. Before she could tug him away, Peggy moved back and stood, smiling down at Finn.

“I’ll see you soon, okay?”

With that, she entered the cab, keeping her eyes facing forward the best she could. As the driver pulled away, she finally allowed her tears to fall.

***

Finn bounded down the front steps, stopping short at the sidewalk when his dad drove up and parked along the street. He got out and faced him, looking over the house remains before meeting his eyes. Finn crossed his arms.

“What’re you doing here?” Gary raised a brow at him.

“Is this not my house?” he asked wryly, Finn rolling his eyes, “I just came to check over the place, lock up the garage. Gotta take pictures for the police as well.” Finn shook his head, his arms dropping and a hand going to his pocket.

“I’ve got the garage covered,” he argued vehemently, waving his words off before smirking bitterly, “Lemme see the pics before you hand ‘em over, yeah? Might make a collage.”

Gary’s expression hardened and he opened his mouth to retort when Finn turned to walk away, his head low.

“Finn, wait.” He stopped, his head barely moving to look back.

“D’ya have somewhere to go--”

“Don’t worry about it,” Finn cut him off, still facing away. He took a step as Gary spoke again.

“I got your scooter fixed, it’s parked by the shed,” he said hastily before tossing the keys as he faced him, “Just watch your speed this time, no more racing out at Rutlands.” Finn nodded grudgingly.

“Right, whatever...thanks, Dad.” Gary tried to smile and cleared his throat.

“I’ll see you soon, I’ll be in town the next few days if you need anything.”

He stepped forward with his arms out but Finn nodded shortly and walked off towards the small shed just off the garage. He cracked open the door, coughing slightly as dust flew. He retrieved his helmet from a table to the side and knocked cobwebs out of it before putting it on with a grimace. He mounted the scooter, kicked the stand up and started the motor. It roared to life and his lips quirked at the sound, his hand running over the handlebar.

He looked up from the bike in time to see his dad bend into the backseat of his car and pull out a Polaroid camera. His mouth twisted into a sneer and he revved the engine before speeding off, his dad disappearing into a blur behind him.

***

Finn pulled up to the cemetery gate and parked, shaking out his hair as he removed his helmet. He left it on the seat before entering the grounds, squinting over the stones. He set off towards the middle, hands in pockets, his steps steady until he approached the grave.

He bit his cheek as he faced the stone, his eyes running over the script reading, ‘Margaret Nelson’. He knelt down and looked over the flowers placed carefully in front, nodding to himself. Archie had gotten exactly what he’d asked--white and deep red, almost black roses. He ran his fingers over the petals before sighing and dropping to the ground. He lit a rollie and brought his knees to his chest, his arms encircling them.

“Sorry I haven’t been ‘round in awhile...got kinda tied up,” he joked darkly, shrugging a bit, “I’m assuming not too much has changed on your end, eh?”

Finn shook his head at himself, sucking at his cigarette deeply. He looked up at the clouds, smoke streaming from his lips as he sighed.

“I wonder what’d you say if you saw me now,” he thought aloud, his brow lowering, “You might even be watching me right this minute…”

His teeth gritted and the back of his eyes burned with impending tears. His free hand ran over his face roughly, a frustrated sound coming from his throat.

“Are you proud of the man I’ve become?”

He whispered the words, not trusting himself to speak fully. He wasn’t even sure he could call himself a man. He was just a boy.

A boy who was making all of the wrong choices.

***

“Just wait, Arch, girls’ll be lining up once we have these bikes fixed up,” Finn assured, clapping his best mate’s shoulder. Archie laughed a bit, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. He pushed his glasses up his nose and nodded, his smile turning sly.

“Stacey won’t be able to resist ya,” he teased, dodging Finn’s punch. He chuckled at the frown that crossed his face.

“Stacey don’t mean nought to me,” he retorted, shaking his fringe out of his face as he crouched to tighten a bolt. Archie snorted.

“Why don’t you tell her that?”

Finn shot him a look and opened his mouth to reply when his front door slammed open, his mother stepping onto the porch and scanning the yard. He stiffened and gulped as she yelled his name, calling him in for dinner a moment later. He stood quickly, throwing the wrench down. Archie’s brow furrowed at his haste.

“Y’alright?”

Finn forced a smile, already starting to back away.

“Of course...I gotta get going though, I’ll see you later.”

Archie nodded, a confused frown forming. He raised his hand in a wave, watching as Finn rushed into the house without looking back.

“Yeah...laters.”

***

“Thought I might find you here.”

Finn looked up from his spot on the ground, squinting through the smoke at Archie walking up, his helmet in hand. He inclined his head to him, bringing the dwindling rollie between his lips.

“Alright?” he greeted simply, Archie smiling before moving to the ground next to him and elbowing him lightly.

“We’ve been worried about you,” he said, Finn’s nose wrinkling as he shrugged.

“M’fine, Arch.” He pushed his glasses up his nose, raising a brow at Finn.

“You sure about that?”

Finn remained silent, sucking at his cigarette once more before tossing it aside. Archie sighed and shook his head.

“Come ‘round Chop’s, yeah? We’re meeting the lads down at Rutlands later,” Finn looked hesitant, his teeth worrying his bottom lip and Archie chuckled sardonically, “I’m sorry, is Prince Nelson’s dance card full today? You have something better to do then hang with your mates?”

“Fuck off,” Finn snickered, pushing at his shoulder before standing, Archie following, “That’s King Nelson to you, Archibald.”

***

“There’s the knobhead now,” Chop announced as he opened the door for Finn and Archie, “Bout time you came outta hiding—almost sent out a search party for ya and everything.”

Finn snorted, he and Archie fist bumping him as they entered.

“Nice to see you too, mate,” he said, Chop moving to ruffle his hair. Finn got him in a headlock and Archie groaned, rolling his eyes as they tussled.

“Real mature, guys,” he quipped, crossing his arms. Chop shoved Finn off of him easily, a gap-toothed grin across his face.

“You’ve gone soft, lad,” he taunted, rolling his neck, “That all you got?”

Finn raised his brows and lifted his fists, dropping to a defensive stance. Chop followed suit and Archie brought a hand to his forehead as they circled each other. Finn swung and Chop ducked before Archie came between them, holding them apart. He brought an arm around both of them, leading them into the living room.

“C’mon, playtime’s over, boys.”

***

The doorbell rang just as they’d started a game, Finn continuing through the menu screen as Chop went to the door. Archie sat back on the couch, biting his lip as he looked at Finn. He cleared his throat and Finn shot him a glance.

“Spit it out, Arch, you’ve obviously got something to say,” he said, his eyes still on the TV. Archie’s mouth twisted and he nodded to himself.

“I just...I hope you know I’m here for you...if you need to talk or a place to stay—” Finn waved a hand, dismissing his words.

“I told ya, I’m fine. I’ve got it handled,” he reiterated, a smile briefly crossing his face. Archie sighed, looking Finn over once more before looking at the TV as well.

“If you say so…”

Chop returned from answering the door, gesturing behind him at the hall.

“Stacey’s here to see you, mate.”

Finn rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he stood. He handed his controller to Archie and ran a hand through his hair before starting towards the front door.

“I’ll be right back,” he sighed, Chop and Archie exchanging knowing glances but returning to their game silently.

Finn grimaced as he met eyes with Stacey, his infamous on and off girlfriend since they’d been kids. Her face broke into a sickly sweet smile and she held her arms out to him for a hug. He conceded, bringing his arms around her waist but turned his head when she leaned up for a kiss.

“You asked Chop about me, what d’ya want,” he stated, wasting no time and holding her at arm’s length. Stacey pouted, her hands rubbing his biceps.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” she countered, faux innocence dripping from her voice. His eyes narrowed at her before they rolled.

“Bollocks,” he scoffed, her lips raising to a smirk. She stepped closer to him, bringing a hand to his face.

“You know me so well,” she cooed, patting his cheek. His head snapped back with a huff and he stepped away, raising a brow at her expectantly. She tilted her head, smirk still in place.

“Simmy needs a favor.”

“Why’re you involved?” he asked, his brow furrowing, “Fucker can’t ask me himself?”

Stacey bit her lip, moving closer, Finn’s back almost at the wall.

“He didn’t think you’d say yes if he asked,” she replied, her hands moving to his chest. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands away, his mouth twisting in annoyance.

“What makes him think you could convince me?” he grunted. He swallowed hard when Stacey’s hands went to his waistband and she pressed closer, her breasts against his chest.

“I’ve been told I can be very persuasive,” she whispered as her hand went down the front of his pants.

Finn’s eyes squeezed shut and he growled lowly before moving to push her away. His hands gripped her shoulders but when her other hand fisted in his hair and pulled his head to the side, her lips going to his neck, his hold loosened.

“Fuck you, Stacey,” he breathed, groaning under his breath as she touched him, her tongue tracing the line of his throat. She smiled against his skin and he pulled her face to his, kissing her roughly. His fingers held her chin as he pulled away, their lips brushing.

“The fuck you smiling about,” he snapped before tugging her into a nearby closet, her giggles shortly cut off with his mouth.

***

Finn saw Stacey out half an hour later and returned to the living room to disappointed tuts from his mates.

“Piss off, alright,” Finn grumbled, snatching the controller back from Archie. Chop snorted, exchanging smirks with him.

“What’d she want anyways?”

Finn scoffed, his hands clenching the controller tight.

“What’d Simmy want, y’mean,” he said hotly, lifting a shoulder at their confused looks, “Stacey was just the messenger—the arsehole wants a favor.” Archie pursed his lips, shaking his head.

“Don’t do it, Finn, you’re in enough trouble as it is,” he warned, frowning when Finn didn’t look concerned.

“I should see what he has to say,” he answered, Chop making a face, “Maybe it’s harmless.”

“We’re talking about Simon Evans, lad,” Chop retorted, “Ain’t nothing harmless about him.”

Archie and Chop gave each other worried looks as Finn waved a hand dismissively.

“I can handle Evans...we’ll see what the wanker’s on about soon enough.”

[hypnofur1]

Trouble With The Tickets

Trouble With The Tickets

By Hypnofur

"Fuck!" I shouted in the middle of the plane. In retrospect, I hope no little kids heard me. I couldn’t help it though, my frustration had just reached a boiling point. I didn’t want to be on this business trip in the first place. Then, the flight was awful with turbulence nearly all the way. I hate turbulence, I can barely handle flying as it is. Not to mention the creepy guy next to me was checking me out the whole time. Worst of all, I had to leave my husband alone on his birthday. But at least he could see his beloved Seattle Seahawks play live in our home stadium of Baltimore; or so I thought. The god damned Monday Night Football tickets had cost a pretty penny, however, in a moment of shear frustration and mental anguish, I realized that the tickets, for the game that night, were in my bag which was tucked nice and cozy in the overhead bin. In my haste to pack I had forgotten to put them on the table. My mind raced through every possible way of getting the tickets to him. But it was only hours to the game and I was half way across the country. I called my husband. It would be his big "four-oh" birthday the next day. It was bad enough he had to spend it without me, but now I had even messed up the big present. All he had to show for my effort were a pair of two thousand dollar book marks, and he would not even get them until I came back, after his birthday. I guess I would not be making "wife of the year" anytime soon. I called him from O’Hare. "I'm so sorry." I told him. But he was cool about it, saying he did not want to mess me up before my meeting, and what was done was done. This is why I loved him. He was so calm and steady. My rock. "Besides it’s freezing out." Tim said, putting a good face on everything. I promised to make it up to him, but how? Wait until Seattle was back in Baltimore? It had been like 8 years or more since that happened. Get my money back from the local ticket scalpers? It wasn’t like they had a 90 day return policy. I went to what ultimately (big surprise) proved to be a totally unnecessary business meeting that I could have handled, no correct that, the college intern who brings the coffee cart around the building could have handled through a phone call, or probably even a text. My mind was a swirl of frustration, self-loathing, and desperation as I entered the hotel. I was lost in my thoughts about how to make it right to my husband. What could I give him from half way across the country? My mind ran down a list of gift services, but they all seemed to, well, suck. It would have been different if it was any other birthday, or if I was at home or something. If I was at home I could do something special for him like his big sex fantasy. The hypno stuff. Actually, could I do something about his stupid hypno-bullshit from here? My husband had had this fantasy for years. At first he could not talk about it, he would sort of hint at it around the edges, but then one day it came out, he wanted to see me get hypnotized. Now, I’m an educated, powerful career woman, there is no way I could ever believe that some jack ass saying words about sleep could get me to do things that I didn’t intend on doing. I’m a ‘tell it like it is’, smart ass kind of girl. Hypnosis is a crock of shit, and it was hard for me to pretend otherwise. When I first heard about his little fetish, I made that quite clear. He got the message and never brought it up again. However, about a year ago, I stumbled onto his porn collection. Every wife dreams of finding that treasure trove. It was a bunch of stories, pics, and videos of women being hypnotized. Even though he hadn’t said anything about it in the last five years or so, it was clear it was still lighting his fire. The hypno crap was just what got him going, for whatever reason.

This past summer, we went out with one of my colleagues from the West Coast office who was in Baltimore visiting our office. His wife had never been to the East Coast, so he brought her along. Tim and I took them out to dinner one night in Glenwood, where we live. She was a cute, bubbly little thing. Younger than Tim and I. Tim is always a perfect gentleman and husband though, he never checked her out like a creep or anything. Told me I looked beautiful like ten times that night, etc.

However, when we were walking into the restaurant, there was a poster still up for a stage hypnotist that had performed there the week before. I of course noticed Tim checking it out intently. His eyes were drawn to it like a magnet. What was crazy to me was how Tim could control himself from checking out the pretty young woman we were dining with no problem, but his eyes kept darting back to that poster every five seconds. He was trying to do it discreetly, in the same way most husbands try to discreetly check out other women.

We were getting drinks at the bar while we were waiting for our table and Tina, the younger wife, noticed the poster as well. She mentioned that she had been hypnotized before, and it “was crazy”. I saw the color drain from Tim’s face as he tried to act normal. I laughed to myself a little bit, and tried not to get too jealous.

Well, a few drinks at the bar were followed by a few drinks at dinner. By desert, I was definitely drunk. Just for my own amusement, I asked Tina about the time she was hypnotized, knowing full well how it would affect Tim. He turned completely pale again, it was kind of funny.

“I always thought of hypnosis as bullshit” I started off. Not as classy, or as sensitive to Tim as I would have liked, but like I said, I was four margarita’s deep at that point. I also sometimes don’t say the nicest things, even when I am not drunk. It’s something I’m working on… slowly.

She said “I can assure you it is real. It was on a cruise. My cousins dared me to go up. I don’t remember much, but I do remember thinking that anything the hypnotist said was the best idea I had ever heard. It was like: pretend I’m a life guard and yell at an audience member for peeing in the pool? Of course I should do that, you’re a genius!” she said with a cute little laugh. She was so perky.

She was going to go on about it more, but then her husband asked if that was the cruise that every got the Norwalk virus on. She then expanded into that story. It would have been weird if I brought the conversation back to the hypnotist, even drunk me knew that.

That night when we got home, I was still pretty drunk. I could tell Tim was trying to play it off like it was no big deal. As usual, he was helping take care of me. After we both got into some PJ’s, he got me a glass of water with some Alka-seltzer in it.  It’s my secret trick to avoid a hang over.

In my inebriated state, I was feeling a little mischievous. I noticed Tim’s lite weight pajama pants, and I wanted to have a little fun. As he handed me my drink, I said to him, “Pretty crazy that Tina had been hypnotized before, huh? You must have liked that story.”

“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t have liked being on a ship with a Norwalk virus break out” he deflected.

“Don’t change the subject” I pressed, “You can’t possibly expect me to believe you weren’t thinking about cute little Tina. With her toned arms and tight little ass up there on a stage, listening to the hypnotist, slumping over in her chair as she was deeply hypnotized” I said, laying it on thick. Yup, sure enough, I saw a tent pole starting to form in those pajama pants.

“You know I only think of you hon” he said weakly. Ha! He was crumbling. This was fun.

“I know babe, it’s ok. Shhhhh. I’m not mad. It was a sexy thought for me too. Didn’t she say that whatever the hypnotist said seemed like such a good idea? Do think he told her to do anything dirty?” I said as sexily as I could. Holy shit, the tent pole was now fully holding up the tent!

“Erica, I----“ he stumbled.

I didn’t let him interrupt, “I bet he told her to meet him in his cabin some night during the cruise. Tim, it probably seemed like such a good idea to her. I bet he told her to bend over when she was in the cabin. That also probably seemed like such a good idea. I bet he felt up that tight little ass of hers.” I said. I had never talked like this before. It was kind of sexy, kind of fun. I knew I was playing with fire though, talking about some other chick with my husband.

Tim just looked at me, his cock hard as a rock, his face red. He was breathing so heavy and I thought his heart was going to beat out of his chest. I didn’t care if I was about to get burned by this fire, it was hot.

”I bet he told her to pull down her panties and finger herself a little bit, to get nice and wet for him. I bet she thought it was such a good idea Tim. I have a good idea Tim, why don’t you take out your cock and start stroking it. I want to see how hard you are.” I said. I was like a woman possessed. To my surprise, he actually did it. This hypno shit had quite an effect on him.

“mmmm stroke that dick for me, baby.” I coaxed. “Do you think he told her to beg for his cock? Do you think she thought that was a good idea too? Think she begged for his cock in that perky little voice of hers? Think she squealed when he stuck it in her? With that cute little haircut and that tight little ass. You can imagine that tight little ass on her. I bet you loved the thought of that little ass hypnotized. I bet you loved the thought of seeing her up on stage, totally hypnotized, thinking she was a lifeguard, doing whatever the hypnotist told her. That cute little body of hers totally hypnotized. I bet you’d think she was so hot hypnotized up there, wouldn’t you?” I asked him. I wasn’t playing with fire anymore, I had taken a flamethrower of jealousy and insecurity to a gas station.

“Yes, she would be so hot hypnotized” he agreed in a breathless pant, as he blew his load, I swear I thought his cum was going to hit the ceiling. I had never seen him so horny.

Horny over another woman!

It was all too much for me at that point. Insecurity, jealousy, and inebriation all mixed into one vile, bi-polarish mix. I yelled at him for jerking off to another woman and stormed out of the room. He tried to talk to me, but I just yelled at him more. It wasn’t a good look on my part. He eventually got mad at me for tricking him into the whole situation. That wasn’t unfair. We basically didn’t talk to each other for three days after that. I eventually apologized in a sarcastic kind of way. Tim being Tim let it go. He knows me, and even though I didn’t write some tearful poem, he knew my sarcastic comment meant I was sorry.

However, that was the last time we talked about any of his hypno stuff. I figured it was better if we just left all that alone. I knew he liked it, but I couldn’t get myself to go down that road anymore. With that said, that was all before this Football ticket fiasco and the 40th birthday fuck up. Desperate times require desperate measures. I had to do something hypno related. It was the only thing with enough kick to make this a memorable great birthday for my rock, for my partner, for my loving husband who I loved more than anything in the world.

I plugged my phone into the charger and sat on the bed in the hotel room. I searched Chicago to see if there was a stage show or something that night. It was a Monday night, so I didn’t have high hopes, and sure enough there was nothing. I did find a theater where a hypnotist was set to perform over the weekend, but that was like five days away, and my flight was late Tuesday night. Shit! That was it? I was feeling pretty hopeless at that point. Maybe I could cobble something together? Maybe take a pic outside the theater, maybe get somebody to take one of me coming off a stage or something? If I could get them to be “snapshotty” enough, maybe I could make it look like I actually went up on stage? It would have to do. Without much of a plan, I got freshened up and headed to the theater.

I eventually found the place. It was in a blah part of the city back out by O’Hare almost. A boring, regular looking theater in a boring regular part of the city. It was called the Regent theater or something forgettable. The theater was closed, but I could see some lights on inside. As I peered through the window, I also saw what looked to be a poster for the hypnosis stage show in the lobby. That would be a nice start to my fake news photo story. I started banging on the door.

Eventually, a hefty sort of guy came to the door. He had a buzz cut and a star wars related t-shirt on. That told me everything I needed to know about him. Standing on the other side of the glass door, he looked me up and down. I could tell he was quite interested to know why a hot woman was trying to get into this closed theater. Yes, I’m hot. I’m a down right smoke show for 38, but frankly I’m pretty damn good for any age. I might not be cute little 29 year old hypnotized Tina with the perky voice, but I’m fucking hot. I know it. Shit, I could pass for 30, and you know what, I am hotter than perky Tina.

Anyway, not surprisingly, I was able to charm my new chunky friend into letting me in. His name was Stan. I told him how my husband was really into hypnosis and that I wanted to take a picture in front of the poster. Sometimes the best story is the truth. Stan laughed and let me in. He was a nice guy. In fact, he even offered to take the picture for me. So there I was, standing in the theater in front of the poster of a hypnotist named Chicago HypnoJoe. Such a stupid fucking name. I was trying to decide whether to do the selfie duck lips, some sort of sultry look, or like a hands out in front of me zombie thing.

As I was going through this challenging decision in my head, another guy came out of the theater office. He was wearing a Seattle Seahawks jersey, Tim’s team. I’ve always found it odd when grown men wear jerseys of sports players. I find it super dorky. He seemed friendly and harmless enough though. I didn’t love the idea of being in a strange place in a city that wasn’t mine, while no one knew where I was with two men I didn’t know. However, I had mace with me, and these too nerds didn’t strike me as the type to start any trouble. I could tell by the way they were nervously excited around me. It was like the popular girl just came and sat at their lunch table. (FYI, I was a popular girl in high school)

The smiling Seahawks jersey guy finally spoke. “Wow. A picture in front of the poster, I love it. Are you a fan of my show?”

“Are you Chicago Hypno Joe?” I asked. I guess it was obvious that he was, but whatever. God, that name sounded even dumber when said aloud.

“Well, yes, but when I am not on stage people just call me Joey.” He said with a smile as he extended his hand. He had a kind of weak hand shake. Maybe he didn’t shake my hand to hard because I’m a girl, who knows, always hard to tell… He didn’t seem too hypnotic either. Friendly and dorky, but not hypnotic and powerful. My guess was his show kind of sucked.

“Well, I’m not a fan, but my husband is. Well, not of you, but of… the genre” I said. Did that sound mean? I was so desperately trying not to be snarky. There was a good chance these guys could help me in some way.

“Ahh, so you are looking to take a picture in front of the poster. Tell him you went to the show, and got hypnotized. Maybe add in some details that he’d… find fun?” he said. My creepo-meter is very sensitive, and surprisingly, this guy did not say that in a creepy way, even though he was asking if I was taking a picture that was meant to give my hubby a boner.

“Yeah, actually. That’s it.” I admitted, but not sheepishly. I don’t embarrass easily.

“Ok, look, that’s ok. I’ve actually seen it before. It’s kind of a thing.”

“Holy shit. Really? I always thought my husband was the only weirdo who was into this nonsense!” I said, and immediately realized that was not a very sensitive sentence. Oops.

Joey was cool about it again. He gave a warm laugh. “I know, it is totally weird. Not that your guy is weird. You know what I mean. He’s not alone.”

“I will say, you and my husband Tim would get along great. He’s a huge Seahawks fan. In fact, I got him tickets to the game tonight. We live in Maryland.” I told him.

“Wow, he’s going to have a blast!” Joey said.

“Well, he would have, except I forgot to leave the tickets at the house. I accidently brought them with me.” I admitted.

“Ahh, so you are trying to make amends with the… fun… pics. There was no show tonight, so you’re going for the pic with the poster” he intuitively gathered, although again surprisingly not creepy, given the subject matter.

“Trying to make some lemonade, you know?” I said.

“Look. I’ll tell you what, are you still in Chicago in the morning? If you want, we could take some pics on the actual stage. We could even shoot a quick clip with the actual music from the show. I’ll even pull out a gold pocket watch, a favorite for fans or the genre. We can get some better pics. I’d say we could do it now, but… well I want to catch the Seahawks game.”

Meeting some strange guy to take sexy (albeit oddly sexy) pics of me to send to my husband sounds like a super bad idea when you say it in sentence form, but after sizing Joey and Stan up and deeming them quite dorky and harmless, I took him up on his offer. Besides, the Seahawks connection was the universe telling me this was all meant to be right? Most of all, I really fucked up this birthday thing, and some pics in front of a poster was unlikely to make it all ok. A quick video clip sent to his phone of me on a real hypno stage, with a pocket watch waving in front of my face? Now that just might work. Boy, he’d really hit the ceiling with his cum with that video. Plus, they’d be sent to him on his actual birthday, which was the next day.

I went back to the hotel, and I was feeling pretty good about the whole thing. I actually even got a good night’s sleep. I purposefully didn’t call or text Tim. I wanted it to seem like I was “out” in the evening. When I woke up the next morning, I checked my e-mail and the score of the Seahawks game. They had beaten the Ravens in overtime on a last minute field goal. It would have been an amazing game to go. Shit! Ok, I knew I had to really make this hypno photo shoot thing work really well now.

I got up and went to the fitness center. I ran and worked out. That always made me feel good inside and out. After that, I took a long shower, and did my make up really well. I didn’t have a sexy dress with me or anything, I only had business attire. I guess that would make more sense for the story anyway though, right? Wouldn’t I have gone out with clients directly from the meeting? Dinner would turn into drinks, maybe we stumbled into a comedy club?

The uber dropped me off at the Regent Theater, and I knocked on the door. Stan came up and unlocked it. Now he was in a Green Arrow T-shirt. Seriously dude? Do you ever want to get to second base with a girl? Broadcasting that you both A. Love superheroes and B. watch the CWB... Well, not a good look Stanley my boy.

Stanley lead me into the main theater where the stage was set up. It was all a pretty typical set up from what I’ve seen of this stuff. There were about twelve chairs set up on the stage. A spiral design was painted on the back wall. God, Tim would be having heart palpitations to even see me walking on this stage right now.

Joey came out to greet us. He had on a big #12 Seahawks sweatshirt, with an embroidered super bowl trophy from the year they won on the back. He also had on a Seahawks hat. The only men over age 11 who should dress like that are coaches of the actual team. God, we were quite the odd trio. Stan and Joey in their superhero and superfan gear, while I’m in a Ann Taylor business suit and a crystal fox fur coat. It was like the Big Bang Theory come to life.

Joey chatted with me a little bit about the game. He said what an incredible ending it was, and how it will go down as one of his top ten favorite Seahawks wins of all time. Blah blah blah. I was still sore about the ticket mess up, so I didn’t want to dwell on what a magical moment it was for the fans. Luckily, he soon got down to business, asking Stan to go to the control booth and put on the “usual induction lighting and music”

Stan went up in the booth and switched everything on. The lighting was just right, and I took note that it wouldn’t be too harsh for the volunteers on stage. The music was one of those starry, new age kind of tunes that didn’t seem to have a start or end to the song.

He invited me to sit in one of the chairs in the middle of the stage. He offered to take my coat and my phone, so I handed both to him, unlocking the phone first so it could be used for photos or video. Stan came back from the control room and Joey handed him my phone. He was going to be our photographer for the morning.

“So, before we begin, I often ask my subjects if there are any habits or phobias they’d like me to help them with?” Joey said.

“Well, I’m not really going to be hypnotized” I pointed out.

“Sure.” Joey said, not arguing. “But just in case?” he added. I could tell he thought he was really hot shit. Like, ‘oh, I’ve seen people try to resist Chicago Hypno Joe before. No one can, even though my name is so stupid.

However, this was not the time for me to be a sarcastic pain in the ass. I had to answer and be polite. This time tomorrow, I’d be back with Tim after he received his kick ass birthday gift. We’d fuck like crazy and he’d really forget about the stupid Seahawks and the top 10 best win ever that he missed. This was for Tim.

I had to indulge Joey for the time being. “Well, I hate flying, even though I have to do it a lot for work. Like right now, I wish I would just wake up when we get to our destination.” I said. It was the truth, and it sounded like the kind of thing Joey wanted to hear.

“Perfect, that’s perfect” he said, confirming my theory. “Ok Erica, let’s begin.” He said to me. Was there a change in the tone of his voice?

“Now Erica, I want you to get comfortable. Relax back in your chair and look steadily at the beautiful golden watch, as you listen only to the sound of my voice.” He said.

Yup, there was definitely a change in the tone of his voice. This was definitely his ‘show’ voice. It made more sense actually, this kind of voice could get people under. His regular one… not so much.

He definitely had good timing and cadence though, I’ll give him that. He was also a pro with the watch. He knew how to spin it so smoothly, working perfectly with the stage lighting to make sure the watch reflected the spotlight and flashed in just the right way. He had picked good music too, it worked well with the whole vibe.

“Nothing else matters...except the watch...and my voice. With each and every breath you take Erica, you will become more and more relaxed. More and more at ease. More and more in tune with the power of my voice. Let every muscle of your body be completely at rest. You must keep your attention focused on the watch. Look steadily at the watch and do not blink. Watch the way the light flashes off it” he said. The music, his voice, the watch and the flashing was all starting to get to me. I couldn’t really let myself be hypnotized, right? I tried biting my lip to stop from getting too comfortable, but it was hard not to relax, to get caught in the sound of his voice.

“Everything is beginning to feel comfortable now. It's wonderful to relax and let everything else go. You have no cares. No concerns. None of the stresses of the last few days are with you now. There is just the desire to relax and listen to the sound of my voice A complete sense relaxation is washing over your body like a warm, soothing ocean wave. You are now completely warm and comfortable in your this space. Everything is very pleasant, warm and comfortable. There is no place you would rather be than right here, listening to my voice, watching the watch, falling into deep hypnosis for me……NOW!" he said with a snap of his fingers.

Everything went dark as I fell into deep hypnosis for him.

“Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of United Airlines, we’d like to thank you for flying with us, and welcome to Baltimore” the voice on the speaker said.

I looked around me. I was on a plane. People were standing up and starting to get their bags out of the overhead bins. The flight was over. I looked out the window. Yup, it was BWI. Holy shit. I was “out” the whole flight! Lord Joseph actually hypnotized me! Wow. I felt great. So relaxed. I was home, I hadn’t stressed over the plane. I was ready to see Tim. This was great. Hypnosis was great. I actually loved it. I loved being hypnotized by Lord Joseph. Hell, maybe I’d take Tim to Chicago and let him see his whole fantasy live!

Where we live in Glenwood is really only about thirty five minutes from BWI. Granted, my flight back from Chicago had two connections (not that I remembered making either of them) so it was a little after midnight by the time that I was pulling in the garage. Hence, it was the day after Tim’s 40th birthday. But still, I felt like I was in good shape. He should have the video of me faking getting hypnotized, which turned into really getting hypnotized. Wait, was that video sent? Frankly, I wasn’t sure. Oddly, all the missing time and blank portion of my day didn’t make me anxious at all. I just felt refreshed, relaxed and happy.

That happy feeling definitely took a hit when I walked in the door to our home though. As I came in through the garage, I saw a light on in the kitchen. As I was taking off my boots, I called to Tim, but he didn’t answer. That was very odd. I didn’t even take off my coat, I just walked into the kitchen. There he was at the table with is head in his hands, a bottle of scotch in front of him. Tim wasn’t a drinker.  The stylish, but not bright enough decorative pendant light that I had picked for over the table was the only light in the room, casting a lot of shadows. I couldn’t see his face, but I could feel the weight of his emotions.

“Uh oh, thinking about Superbowl 49 again?” I quipped. Why did I always have to make stupid little jokes? I was worried about him.

“Why the fuck did you send that to me?” He said. Tim never swore. I swore. Tim never did. This wasn’t good.

Also, what did I send? I really had no clue. I would have thought it was the video of me getting hypnotized, but this certainly wasn’t the reaction I was expecting from that.

“I need some air” Tim huffed as he stormed out, stumbling on his way out. Oh my god, he was drunk. He left his phone on the table. I sat down and held it in my hand. I was afraid of what I was about to see. My hand trembled a bit, but I took a deep breath and entered in his passcode. I went to his text messages. There were three of them from me. All movie clips.

I pressed play on the first one. It was what I expected. There was me on the stage in the center chair, Lord Joseph in the chair next to me. Clearly filmed from where Stan had been standing. All seemed to be what I would have expected. I watched as Lord Joseph started expertly spinning that watch. I could hear the hypnotic music through Tim’s iphone speakers, as I could Lord Joseph’s majestic voice. I saw myself watching the watch in the video. The beautiful flashing of the wonderful watch. I saw the video version of myself bite my lip, trying not to slip into Lord Joseph’s hypnotic spell. Why had I resisted? All I wanted to do was watch the watch and listen to the sound of his voice. Relaxing. Feeling so …. Comfortable and relaxed…. Whoa. No! Can’t slip under again. Tim’s angry. Real life problems! Need to stay alert. I pressed stop on that video so that I could stay focused.

Ok. Phew. What was the next one? I opened it. Stan seemed to be standing in the same place to film. I however, was no longer sitting on my chair, I was now on Lord Joseph’s lap. My arms were around his neck. Ok, I could see how Tim wasn’t thrilled with this, especially considering how incredibly sexy Lord Joseph is.

“Tell me you are deeply hypnotized” he asked me in the video.

“I’m deeply hypnotized.” Video me responded. I was looking deep into his hypnotic eyes as I sat there on his lap.

“Tell me you love to be hypnotized.” He said. Video me repeated that I loved to be hypnotized. What was Tim’s problem with that? He should be loving this? I loved being hypnotized. Isn’t that what he wanted all along.

“Tell me you love to be hypnotized by me” he said.

“I love to be hypnotized by you” Video me responded. Well, of course I do. Lord Joseph is the world’s most powerful hypnotist, and I love to be hypnotized. This wasn’t hard to follow.

“Tell me you’ll always obey me” he said.

“I’ll always obey you” Video me answered. Again, he’s the worlds most powerful hypnotist. Lots of people must obey him. “Tell me I am the sexiest man you’ve ever known. I make you feel so sexy and submissive to my masculine hypnotic power.” He said. Video me repeated it all. Video Lord Joseph and Video me then went in for a long, passionate, French kiss.

Ok, I could see how Tim wasn’t supportive of that part.

God it was hot though. I couldn’t help but notice my pussy get a little wet as I watched us making out on that stage. Wait! No! Tim! Angry! Real life problems!

I stopped this video as well.

I was now pretty nervous about what I was going to see on the third video. Nervous about what was on it, what Tim saw, and how it would make me feel. My heart dropped when I hit play. The camera was still being held by Stan, Lord Joseph and I were still on the stage. However, I was naked, and he didn’t quite have pants on. I was on my knees in front of him, massaging his cock and balls with the fur of my crystal fox coat, which I held in my hands. Even though he was probably smaller than Tim, his dick just seemed so much more magnificient. I’m not sure what it was. I’ve never really been into cocks, I’m glad Tim has one, but it is not like I’ve ever lusted over it. But Lord Joseph’s… wow.

The Video me looked so focused on massaging him and stroking him with the fur. I looked so happy so content. So sexual. I felt my pussy moistening even more as I watched myself on Tim’s phone. It was then that Lord Joseph told me to suck his cock.

As I sat there at my dimly lit kitchen table, I actually gasped as I heard that. I had never, ever sucked a guy’s cock before. There was never even a chance. A girl like me didn’t have to. I was always in control of the relationship. Even with Tim, that was off the table.

Video Lord Joseph must have noticed how Video me was hesitating. He started describing how much I wanted to please him, how sexy it would be to suck his cock, how I was always to obey him, and how good it felt to serve him. How sexy it all was.

As I heard him describe all this on the video, I felt myself wanting so desperately to do it again. It was no surprise when I saw Video me hold his cock in the fur of my coat in my hands. I watched as Video me went closer to it, eventually licking his cock’s under side from the base to the tip and struggled to slide my full lips around the head and let it slide over my wet tongue. I knew with out a doubt that if he walked into this kitchen right now, I’d fall to my knees and do it again. Even if Tim was standing right there.

Video Lord Joseph’s cock was completely filling Video me’s mouth rubbing the inside of both of my cheeks as I slowly slid my hungry mouth up and down looking like I could feel each and every vein across my lips. I seemed to be becoming lost in lust as I began sucking for all I was worth and slobbering on this his dick like a slut. He pulled my hair so my head tilted back and I was looking up at him his hard dick still in my mouth. I looked so submissive, so under his control. It was so sexy.

There at the kitchen table, I held the phone in one hand as the other started playing with my pussy. As I watched Lord Joseph grip his dick with one hand while holding my hair with the other. He pulled out and I could see that I was breathing heavy, trying to catch my breath but also from the fact I seemed more turned on in that video than at any other point in my life. He started rubbing his cock all over my lips, tongue, and face then slapping my stuck out tongue. He started rubbing it across my puckered lips it full length reaching across my face. Video me loved it, I was desperate for him. I could feel the pleasure building between my legs as I fingered myself in our kitchen. I watched Video me open my mouth and take as much of him in as possible. He held my head and began fucking his cock in and out of my mouth until I saw it release a huge thick load of cum into my mouth then again and again until it was too much for me to swallow and it squeezed out of the corners of my mouth and ran down my chin and dripped onto my breasts. He was growling and he continued to fill my mouth. He pulled out a bit, but was still cumming. He finished shooting his load on my face. Video me loved it, I looked so happy to receive his spunk on my face. I started licking up all I could. When I had gotten most of it from my face and breasts, I started cleaning his cock with my mouth. It was so loving, so.. worshipful. I looked like such a slave to Lord Joseph, and that turned me on so much! So fucking sexy!

“Aaaaaaghhh” I grunted as I brought myself to orgasm. I actually masturbated at my kitchen table, in the middle of the night, all alone.

At least I thought I was all alone. After catching my breath, I became aware of Tim’s presence behind me. He must have re-entered the kitchen as I was watching the video.

“How could you?” he asked unsteadily. I could see the pain and hurt in his red, glossy eyes.

“Sweetie, I am so sorry!” I said, tears filling up in mine.

“You’ve never sucked my dick” he said. Not how Tim usually spoke, I could tell his was pretty drunk.

“I know sweetie, I’m so sorry. I went to the hypnotist for your birthday, to give you a sexy surprise after the trouble with the tickets. I didn’t realize at the time that he was the most powerful hypnotist in the world. I went under for him. So, so deep under for him. It’s just, well, it felt so good to be hypnotized, and I really, really wanted to please him, to obey him. It was just all I could think about, I’m so sorry!” I confessed in a whirl.

He didn’t say anything. Oh god, was he going to say something? I couldn’t take the hurt in his eyes, so I looked away. Looked down actually. Looked down and saw a giant bulge in his pants. Oh my god, he was turned on?

Time to test the theory. “I’m so sorry babe, but sitting there on that stage, watching that watch. I went so deep for him, and I loved it. The sound of his voice was so hypnotic. I would have robbed a bank if he told me to.” I said, my voice changing from sad to sexy.

I saw Tim swallow hard. He wasn’t moving, just standing there, staring at me. I wondered if he was trying to fight how turned on he was. If so, he was losing. I saw a bead of sweat running from his brow, despite the fact that it was like 62 degrees in the kitchen. I still had my crystal fox on for god’s sake.

It was such a touch and go moment for our sex life, for our relationship, and for our marriage. I could feel my heart beating rapidly. Tim was about six feet away from me. Looking him straight in the eye, I slipped onto my knees. A crooked finger beckoned him to come closer. Would he do it?

Three slow, but unsteady, steps answered my question. Now on the floor, I was face height with his crotch. Sensing no resistance, I freed the familiar organ and it sprung free. My face was now about a foot away from it, which was actually the closest proximity I had ever been to another man’s dick. Now with the glaring exception of Lord Joseph’s of course.

I could tell Tim was wondering if I was going to suck his cock too. Frankly, I had no intention. The situation with Lord Joseph was… different. I was hypnotized, I always obey Lord Joseph, he’s…. well its different. However, Tim was my husband, and I loved him so much. I wanted to atone for the ticket debacle, and the quasi-adultery. I decided to try a little trick. I just started lightly tickling the underside of his shaft with the tip of my finger nail, ever so lightly. I could tell from a stifled groan that he enjoyed it.

“Did you ever think you’d see me hypnotized Tim?”

“n-no” he stammered.

“I didn’t either. I thought I was too strong willed. But I went so deep Tim. Deeply, deeply hyp-“ I didn’t need to finish the sentence. Tim started cumming right there and then. I dodged the spurts,I didn’t want any of his cum to hit me. His load landed on the kitchen table.

We stayed in those positions silent for a moment as the reality of what had happened washed over us. We didn’t say another word as Tim stumbled over to the kitchen chair I had just been in. He didn’t even pull up his pants, he just closed his eyes and passed out.

“Happy Birthday Babe” I whispered, as I started to come to terms with what just happened.

[sillyandquiteawkward]

(This was started in response to your sweet pic of guy and Pickman kissing and not the other thing you drew with the death and the romantic killing. Though if you don’t mind I like using events that you draw as “cannon” to fanfic. I hope you like it, do what you want with it. If you don’t mind I’ll finish the ending and send that to you as well?)

im going to cut this so its not too long but aaaaaaa!! id love to read more, if thats something you want to do, and i dont mind that you base off the story of some of my art (but lmao i hope it wouldnt end in the same way as the death and romantic killing one, i dont think my little gay heart could take it). but i love what youre writing my friend ;w;

Pickman drops off the map. Soul isn’t concerned. More to the point he has too much else to worry about one overly artistic raider killer. He categorizes all the other things he has to worry about as he stares up through the holes in the starlight cinema’s ceiling. Prestion’s itching to retake the castle but Soul is having a hard time giving the order, “pulling the trigger.” This is the big test. He’s been rebuilding Preston’s militia on auto pilot since he put Soul in charge of the damn thing. Flying by the seat of his pants. If he messes this one up the minutemen are done, for good this time. Even if they both survive he doubts Preston will stick around after Soul sends the guys last hope in humanity crashing and burning into the ground.

Soul rolls over. There’s plenty of room. He spreads out like a starfish but that feels too exposed so he curls into a tiny ball on the edge of the mattress. He thinks of his wife and he thinks of his son and he thinks about his dead world. Somewhere in that mess, the thinking becomes dreaming, and he wakes up feeling more scrambled than when he lay down.

  Soul ties back his growing mane into a rat-nest ponytail and packs for a trip. The destination is rattling around in the back of his head but he doesn’t care to look for it.

  Pack over shoulder he decides to check on the new addition. The water filter in the center of the shanty town rumbles healthy under his hand. He pats one of her pipes thankful for small favors, a pack full of clean water. The residents of Starlight holler farewells and he raises a hand as he sets off the road.

  The Commonwealth roads seem subdued. Everything is fuzzy around the edges. He finds himself standing in front of a red door and stares at it for a second, a memory gnawing at the corner of his awareness. He drags it back and examines it. A few hours ago, five ferals on the way, all but the last one killed before they woke up. The last one takes a bullet through the leg as it darts forward.Then another one between the eyes as it lays on the ground. The weather is threatening rain. His head tilts up at the dirty sky.

“Truce for today?”

  The commonwealth doesn’t respond.

  Now he’s here. Soul starts back to himself and wipes away the streams of water running down his face. He pushes open the door and goes inside just to get out of the rain.

  The house is cleaner than his last visit. The gallery itself still sets his gut in knots. Soul walks through it quickly, only glancing at the new additions. There are new additions, surprise and relief catch in his throat and produce something between a grunt and a cough. He assumed- but he was wrong.

  The blood stains still coat the floor but it’s no worse than any raider hideout. Soul sits down in a cleanish chair and props up his aching feet on a table. Resting the pistol on his abdomen as he leans back.

  Introspection was never his strong suit. Asking why he was here would just mix him up more, he was here. Now what.

He pulled a Snack Cake out of his pack and ate one. He was sitting in Pickman’s house with his feet up on the table getting this powdery stuff all over the place. The rapper crinkled as he stuffed it back in the bag.

A note. He could leave a note in the safe. Soul tucked the gun away and left his pack at the table. Pickman had to have paper and pens around here somewhere. He pushed open a closet door to find it empty, then a bedroom door. The press of cold mettle on his throat and the slam of his body against the hallway wall, their faces are very close. Soul notice’s Pickman’s lips are cracked and bleeding. They stand against the wall for a moment before the grin plastered on pickman’s  face falls and he dropped the blade.

“Soul.” He bends to pick up the knife. “You didn’t knock.”

“Hi Pickm- Richard, how- um, how’s it going?”

“I nearly slit your neck. Do you have doors in Sanctuary?”

  Soul considers his old home, blasted open as the pressure wave hit “Not anymore.” He chuckles. “I still should have knocked though, sorry about that. I honestly figured you were dead.” 

That takes Pickman back. Soul gets a chance to look him over as he steps back and turns 180 to stare back into his bedroom. “Yes, I understand how you would reach that conclusion.” He doesn’t look good. His hair is messy and he is wearing the same suit with only one shoe. The room beyond is dark, boarded up windows and a single mattress.

“I have been out of sorts lately. Nothing to do with you so you shouldn’t concern yourself. I’ll contact you in a few days.” He turns and makes a dismissive shooing motion with one hand. The hand with the knife in it. Soul thinks it might be a more threatening gesture than Pickman intended, but then everything the man does is threatening.

  The pack is still sitting beside the table. Soul walks past Richard and begins pulling things out. Carefully packed as it is, the cans aren’t hard to find. He pulls out two and pops them open.

“Drink?”

“No, thank you.” Pickman waves him off.

“You’re dehydrated. Headache so bad you can’t see straight right? How long since you drank something?”

Pickman’s ears move back, it’s the only sign on his face that he’s gritting his teeth.

“I think you might be misinterpreting the situation Killer. I am not your friend or your lover and I do not need you here to pity me.” The last sentence punctuated by the knife’s violent entrance into the tablewood.

“I need you’re help.” Soul responded sloshing the can. “Some tactical advice for the minutemen.”

Pickman drops down in the chair opposite Soul’s, side and takes the proffered can of water. It vanished in a moment and Soul replaced it. He opened a package of deviled eggs and set them on the table between them, popping one in his mouth and sitting down himself watching Pickman sip at the purified water.

  “Presumably you didn’t come for advice from a dead man.”

You look like a dead man walking Soul wanted to reply. He recognised the far away look Pickman had in his eyes. He saw it in the mirror often enough.

Instead he just opened his own water can and downed half. He had to be more careful about getting lost from himself for such a long time.

“I suppose I should be thankful you found your way here again. I don’t know how long- how long has it been since we fixed the library’s Mutant problem.”

“About two weeks.”

Pickman shakes his head. “I thought I could break the rules and look where it got me. Thank you for the water but you really should leave now.”

“Not happening.”

“Why?”

“I need some tactical advice and I won’t trust it till your at 100%”

Pickman smiles, it has less poison in it than before, he rubs his eyes. “If you are intent to stay then stay.” He roots around under the table and finds his other shoe. Unlacing and putting it on as he talks. “I have no intention of letting you distract me till my painting is finished.”

Soul spends a moment cataloging rations and water supply for two people in his pack. About three days if he stretches it. GoodNeighbors close enough for a day trip. He nods. “I’ll wait.”

  That’s what he does. Pickman moves about the house like a ghost at all hours. The rain lets up but never stops. They talk sometimes but mostly Soul tries to keep out of his way when he’s glassy eyed and leaves open food containers out on the table. He finds them empty. It doesn’t take three days but they are low on everything, Soul is sitting on the front step considering wading through the calf-deep river the streets have become.

  He hears pounding. Inside Pickman has a nail between his teeth and he’s hammering another one into the Gallery wall. The framed painting leaning against his leg depicts a building on fire the flames turning in to faces as they climb towards the sky.

Soul feels his skin crawl. It’s the front of the Boston library Pickman has drawn and one of the faces is unmistakably Soul’s own.

  Pickman hangs the painting up on it’s wire and adjusts it to sit square with the others. He turns to Soul still standing in the doorway and pulls a hand down his face.

“I would like some of that water now. If you don’t mind.”

  They sit down in the kitchen again and soul cracks open the last of the water. They drink in silence before Pickman sighs and speaks not looking up from the gash in the table.

“I apologize for my ill manners earlier Soul. Your opinion on that nickname during our last outing was quite forceful, I assumed using it would drive you away.”

  “I’ve been called worse things. That was days ago anyway, I honestly forgot about it.”

“Days?” His eyes widen it’s the most expressive the man’s seemed since he got here. “They’re getting longer.” Pickman grumbles.

  “Mine too if it makes you feel any better.” Soul says tipping up the last of the water can. “I walked all the way here like a robot, shot some Ghouls without even thinking about it.”

Pickman blinks. “Ferals, one would hope?”

“Oh, oh ya. No I wouldn’t- I hope it would never.” Soul chokes on the liquid swallows and tries again. “I’ve never killed a person like that. Well- one but he didn’t make it easy.”

  He thinks back to MacCready pulling the gun out of his hand as it clicked over empty, again and again. “He didn’t make it easy but he had it coming.”

A well timed roll of thunder and the clattering of the windows increases as the storm piles on. They might be stuck here for a while if this didn’t let up.

“Was he your first?” Pickman asks The flashes of lightning illuminating everything in small doses.

“What? We didn’t- I had a wife. And before that even-”  

“Your first kill.” Pickman says nearly laughing.

Soul shakes his head scratching at his crusty jacket. “No, I was in the army before. I remember killing people but not who was first.“ Was that a common discussion point now a days? He remembers MacCready asking the same thing. "Do you?”

Pickman has his hands under his chin leaning forward like he’s listening to an interesting drinking story. “Oh yes.”

…..

(I’m having some trouble figuring out what’s next. I’m thinking a flood? Pickman and Soul try to save some of the artwork but Soul REALLY DOSN’T WANT TO TOUCH IT? Your input would be valued. I am trying to get close to Guy but its difficult with so little to go off of so I feel strange using his name. Anyway thanks for the goldmine of artwork!)

a flood sounds exciting! youve already set up all the water and rain and omg i love the idea of trying to save his art;;; and dont feel bad about not adhering exactly to guy, hes pretty unpredictable, even to me, haha. i let him do whatever he wants, he never tells me anything about himself XD so i dont mind at all that soul isnt guy, hes tricky and a bit convoluted. but im glad i can provide art that you can enjoy and honored that youd write a story for me! :D i love reading your writing;;; i love how you have the characters interacting and the little exchange at the end here made me giggle out loud :D