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Could u do a aizawa fic pls

you found a new job under yandere! aizawa as a nanny for his cute kid

age gap. quirkless! au. soft! yandere. dom! aizawa

warning: nsfw, stalking, smacking/slapping, slight coercion??, punishment, daddy kink, sir kink, creampie

a/n: yayyy, first request 🥳 idk if you wanted a fluff or spicy fanfic... so i chose spicy haha. also sorry for taking so long, i just started a new job :0

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it was a chance encounter, you truly believed. your first year of college just came to a close, & now you had too much free time while the money in your bank account was slowly declining. even if you saved as much as possible, you'd still end up spending all of your money then you'd have to dip into your savings account-- something that you didn't want to do.

so that began your search for a job. you used websites, applied in-person. you thought your resume was solid enough to land a job by now. but no. even though they claimed they were desperately hiring, they never hired you. some had the curtesy to at least let you know that they weren't going to go with you; the rest completely ghosted you. from receptionist to substitute teacher to bank teller, they all rejected you.

it was extremely frustrating to go through the interviewing process then you were ultimately rejected. it was as if someone had it out for you.

that chance encounter happened while you were on the phone with your best friend. you sat at a small round table in a cafe you frequent often.

"i just don't get it, jirou!" you exasperated, taking a sip from your drink. you let out a heavy sigh. with how much effort you've put into finding a new job, you should've been paid.

"i'm sure momo's dad has a job for you," the girl on the other line tried to assure. she was on her daily jog, so she was slightly out of breath as she spoke.

with your face propped in your hand, you responded, "we already tried. all the available positions are for people with like, actual degrees or something. besides, we're not close enough for her to make a whole new job for me."

"i'm sure a job will fall right into your lap," jirou said, rustles of clothes being picked up in the phone microphone. in some sort of messed-up irony, she was getting ready for work. the universe just loved toying with you.

you took a breath in to exclaim how much you needed the money, needed a job, when a man pulled out the chair across from your table. "i'm sorry, i don't mean to be rude & eavesdrop," he began, catching your attention.

"sorry jirou, i'll call you back in just a sec," you whispered, then you hung up. "um, sorry, can i help you?" you took mental note of his appearance-- you know, just in case something happens in this very public, very populated cafe.

just by looks, you'd assume he was in his early thirties. his jet black hair was tied into a bun, stray strands framing his face. there were bags under his eyes-- along with a noticeable scar under his left one. though his disheveled appearance, he took care of himself; his stubble was even & maintained. his shirt was tight around his arms & his chest, & you could faintly make out the shape of his muscles. & god, were they big. he was alluring, with that slight smirk of his.

he would've intimidated you, maybe even set off red flags if he didn't have a toddler bouncing on his leg, tugging his hair out of its bun. she bubbled words & strung together incoherent sentences in beg of attention of her dad.

"i apologize again, i really didn't mean to eavesdrop," he repeated. "it's just i couldn't help but overhear you were looking for a job?"

"yes!" you exclaimed, clearing your throat with an embarrassed blush on your face. "i am looking for a job."

"are you interested in being a live-in nanny for my little girl?"

it was a chance encounter, you truly believed.

the job & its perks were almost too perfect, but you're not complaining. you got to move into the basement of his suburban home for free, he would cook you breakfast & make sure the fridge & cabinets were well-stocked. for nearly $25 an hour, you were living the dream.

eri, his -adoptive- daughter, was an absolute gem as well. she was a cheery toddler who loves life. she's not a picky eater, she loves picking out her own outfits, & if you turned off her show, she would pout for a little bit then bounce back for the next activity. never once has she screamed & shouted. she would cling onto her father almost all the time when he was home.

speaking of her father, you learned his name was shota aizawa, so, naturally, you call him mr. aizawa or sir. he would constantly ask you would other things you wanted, not needed. he would take you shopping, calling it a bonus. your living area was decorated, & you didn't even have to pay a dime! there were times where you felt more like a sugar baby than a nanny, in all honesty.

not that you minded. one look at him & you could already feel your heart beat quicken. maybe it was your daddy issues that just scream when you choose a guy you're into, but he was exactly your type. he's protective, yet soft. strong, yet humble.

you thought you hid your crush on him quite well, treating him as though he were any other person. sometimes you felt like he knew you were so utterly attracted to him.

"y/n," he called out, drawing you out of thought.

"u-uh yes sir?" you replied. you were dressed down still as it was the morning. he just finished breakfast & eri was fast asleep, bound to wake up at any moment. it was just the two of you.

"are you okay?" he asked. aizawa awaited for your answer while he plated your breakfast. he always insisted so you learned to let him.

as he walked towards you with your plate, you answered, "yeah, i'm okay."

he set down the plate in front of you from behind. aizawa bent over so his head was leveled with yours. both of his arms encased you, & if it weren't for the back of your chair, you would've been pressed against his chest. "are you sure?" he whispered into your ear. "i'm hear to listen, if you'd let me."

you turned your head to look at him because, somewhere in your strange logic, you thought it would've reduced the tension & made you less embarrassed. it did the opposite.

the tips of your noses touched, his lips only a few centimeters from yours. with half-lidded eyes, the way he looked at you made you quiver. you tried to create space between the two of you, only for your head to meet his arm. centimeters turned to an inch of space. "i-i am okay," you repeated.

"aw, don't lie to me," he said in teasing voice, but you could've been imagining it. "i know it's been hard, tell me about it~" you never would've thought he would have this amount of confidence-- mainly because, if he did, he should've been bringing home loads of women.

"i-i, it's just, um," you stumbled over your words. he had a smirk, amused. his eyes glanced down to your glossy, shaky lips, then back into your doe eyes, just waiting.

"daddy," eri called from the top of the staircase.

"y/n," he whispered.

"y-yes, mr. a-aizawa?"

"eat your food before it gets cold." & with that, he pulled away from you, sauntering upstairs to grab eri. left stunned, you picked at your food.

oh, how you loved telling your friends about how hot your boss is.

after that incident, you had to tell all your friends about it, so, during your guys' weekly, weekend, late night group facetime.

"oh, my god!" uraraka squealed. "you HAVE to tell us more."

"yeah, that's literally so hot," jirou laughed. "see! you found a perfect job."

you had your phone propped against some random bottle as you snuck into the kitchen to fix yourself something to eat. another thing about eri is that, once she's asleep, nothing is waking that girl up. as for aizawa, he's usually up doing something else-- which explains the bags under his eyes & his scheduled naps.

while you dumped your noodles into a pot of boiling water, you said into your phone, "i'm not even exaggerating, it was the hottest thing to ever happen to me."

giggles erupted from your phone. "well, to be fair, you haven't had much luck with guys in the past," mina stated. it was true. while you were in high school -& this past year of college- you really didn't connect with any guys.

"maybe the problem was that they were all her age," joked jirou. hysterical laughter followed after. you were bent over, trying to catch your breath.

"that's not true! i could go for guys our age," you tried to defend yourself.

"okay, let's name every single one of your crushes ever," tsu said, her camera angle only showing her eyes.

all the other girls started to spit out whoever they could think of.

"remember keigo? he was like, 2 years older than us," momo said.

"that's not even that bad," you rolled your eyes, stirring your noodles & adding the seasoning packet.

"oh yeah?" jirou challenged, "what about shoto-"

"he's our age!" you cut her off to save yourself the embarrassment. "besides i didn't even like him."

"yeah cuz you liked his DAD," jirou finished, to which even more bowls of laughter erupted. okay, maybe you did have a thing for older guys.

"oh wow, y/n, i didn't know you had a thing for older guys," a voice spoke from behind you. you jumped, letting out a yelp.

your phone blasted all of your friends' laughter until you grabbed your phone & hung up. "o-oh hey, sir," you stuttered out. you hid your phone behind your back as if you were caught doing something wrong. you felt your phone vibrate, your friends begging to be on call again. "how much did you hear?"

"not much," shrugged aizawa as he grabbed a glass cup from the cabinet above you. that's when you realized how warm he was, how flushed his face was, how messy his hair fell. that's when you realized he was wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants & a small towel around his neck.

"wh-what are you doing up," you coughed, taking in his physic-- just for a second, of course. veins protruded up his muscular biceps down his forearms. his pecs were in front of your face. they were well-toned. his washboard abs rose with every breath he took. you let yourself quickly -& ever so sneakily- glance downward. smaller veins & a trail of black hair were like arrows, pointing down his sweatpants. you gulped. was it normal to have a bulge that big-

"you know, it's rude to stare, y/n," aizawa whispered in your ear before pulling away. he walked toward the fridge that had a water dispenser attached to the freezer door. "i just need a cup of water after my workout," he answered in his regular voice to her question.

"oh, nice, nice," you said. a tense, awkward silence followed afterwards. "i-i'm sorry, i didnt mean to," you swallowed, "stare."

"right, i'm sure." & with that said, he left upstairs to get ready for bed.

aizawa loved teasing cute, little you. how could he not? your reactions were simply priceless. your face would get pink while you tried desperately to hide your embarrassment. your skittish eyes darted around the room just to avoid eye contact.

you weren't going to speak up because he knew that you "secretly" loved it. you'd probably make some lame excuse to defend yourself. you'd say, "well i'll let it slide just this once because i really need this job." which was the truth, it just wasn't the entire truth. aizawa knew though. he knew how much you craved his closeness.

he loves teasing you, but he's not a monster.

that's why he whispers in your ear, caging you between him & some other surface. he fed into your fantasies while fueling his own.

he thinks about you. all the time. more than you'll ever know.

what you believed to be a chance encounter was -in fact- a calculated, perfectly-executed plan concocted by aizawa. you might've never noticed him until he introduced himself, but you're so eye catching; it was only natural for him to notice you.

at first, he cursed himself to the moon & back for being attracted to someone ten years younger than him. you're only twenty-three, why is he so charmed by you?

determined to find a fault in your character, he learned your daily routine, find your social handles, grasping at anything. he was expecting to find out that maybe you're so much of an alcoholic that you practically live at a bar or that you have eighteen children with twelve different guys. but no, he found nothing terrible about you.

all of your habits he found adorable-- especially the face you make when you're frustrated. he would watch from afar as you grunted & groaned at your laptop screen. the day at the cafe he figured out why you were so upset lately.

that's why he offered you the job, out of the kindness of his heart. no other reason.

he just wanted to make sure that you stay happy & safe, which is why he installed secret cameras in the basement before you moved in.

he loved to tease you. he loved to rile you up.

he'd tease you so badly that you -at the dead of night- spread you legs wide towards the camera & play with yourself with your fingers, moaning desperately for him. all while aizawa watched you.

tonight was different though because, with the money he gave you, you bought yourself something new. tonight, you had a bright pink vibrator stimulate your clit while your eyes rolled back in ecstasy. aizawa was offended, in all honesty. it was almost like you were mocking him.

he could do better than some toy. you should've known that. he was angry, aroused, & ready to make his move.

you were unsuspecting. usually you were hyper-aware of your surroundings when you masterbated, scared of getting caught. however, this was your first time using a vibrator, & god, it felt so good. you've never experienced anything like it before. blood rushed to your ears as you could only listen to the vibrations & your choked-back moans.

aizawa crept down the stairs, into your basement. the floorboards would creak as a warning, but they fell on deaf ears. he opened the door to the basement, sneaking in. the only light that was on was a dimly lit lamp from your room. "ngh, ah." he heard your muffled moans, & his cock twitched in anticipation.

he bursted through the door, making you jump back & pull the closest thing over the bottom half of yourself. "s-sir! i-is something wrong?" you asked in a high-pitched voice as you tried to calm yourself down.

he gave you a glare, & you felt like you were in trouble, preparing for some sort of punishment. even though you didn't do anything wrong, it was him who barged in. "what. the fuck. do you think you're doing?" he seethed, closing the bedroom door. you were exposed, your juices so clearly staining your sheets.

"wh-what are you talking about-"

"don't give me that, y/n. you've been such a bad girl," he growled. aizawa stalked closer towards you as you gulped.

"n-no i haven't, i don't know what you mean, sir," you managed to say, watching him walk to the side of your bed.

"what were you doing then, hm?" he questioned with a mocking smirk. "tell me. i'd hate to do something brash over a misunderstanding."

"i-i was just laying down," you lied. he was standing at the edge of your bed, & you turned towards him. your gaze was met with his aching bulge, & you gushed all over your bed once more. you tried covering up the squelching with a yawn. "i-i'm kinda tired, you know." you were still staring at his crotch, licking your lips subconsciously.

suddenly, his hand shot to your face, his palm covering your mouth while his thumb & middle finger dug into your cheeks. "don't lie to me~ you were touching yourself, weren't you? using a dirty toy while you thought about me, hm?" you tried shaking your head but he grasped harder, making you still. "i said, don't fuckin' lie to me." he made you nod your head yes while you look up into his lusted eyes.

"you're such a bad girl, & you should know that i don't tolerate any kind of bad behavior," he informed, his gaze never breaking away from yours. "i'm going to sit down, & you're going to lay belly-down on my lap, alright, baby?"

you shook your head no once again, embarrassed. you knew that, the moment you would do that, he would catch you. after all, from the waist down, you had no clothing. "no?" he repeated in an almost sing-songy voice. "no?"

it happened so fast. one minute you were disobeying him, the next you were on his lap, just as he wanted. the baggy crop top rode up the arch of your back, & now you were practically naked -ass up- on your boss' lap. you buried your face into your messy duvet. you felt your core leak onto your inner thighs, hoping aizawa didn't notice your arousal. he did though; he loved it.

his fingers stroked your pussy as he slurred, "what a naughty girl, gettin' wet for me. y'know how much older i am, don't ya?"

you nodded your head, dripping onto his fingers.

"& ya still want me?"

you nodded, this time with a small squeak. he pulled your head back with his other hand entangled in your hair. "what was that, baby?"

"y-yes," you whispered out, hyperfixated on his fingers that teased you.

"yes what?"

"yes, i-i want you, sir," you moaned out. his middle finger ghosted over your clit, & you jolted closer to him for more friction.

"aww, you're so cute," he purred as he let go of your hair, allowing you to fall back into your bed. "it's a shame that you were so impatient though," he said with faux pity, "i have to punish you."

"no, please," you whined. "that's not fair!"

"not fair? oh darling, you brought this on yourself," he laughed. aizawa drew his hand away from your aching pussy, much to your dismay. the hand came back down, thrashing your ass cheek. you let out a muffled scream into your blanket as you were pushed forward with his force.

"what's wrong, y/n? can't handle a bit of spanking?"

"n-no! i-i want you... i-inside of me," you stuttered out with a red-tinted cheeks.

"aww, do you?"

you nodded eagerly. he, in response, growled lowly, "you're going to learn your lesson. i don't want to hear anymore whining. you're going to be my good girl, & take it, right?"

you just nodded again.

smack!

"i said, you're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you?"

"y-yes, sir!"

smack!

you let out a moan, looking back at him with teary eyes. you wanted an explanation why he spanked you again. you did everything right, didn't you? you were a good girl.

"you didn't apologize."

"i-i'm s-so sorry, daddy," you gasped out, then tried to explain why you called him that. "i-i didn't-"

smack!

"you're going to keep calling me that, right?"

"y-yes, daddy." your ass stung bright red, & you felt the tingling sensation as the blood rushed to your asscheeks. aizawa let his hand graze over you, squeezing you ever so slightly.

"sit up, & look at me, y/n," he commanded in a softer tone than before. mindlessly & eagerly, you sat up onto his lap. one hand gripped on your hip while the other was placed behind your back. you wrapped your arms around his neck to stay sitting up. he leaned in for a kiss, lips pressed against your plush ones. with the hand behind your back, he glided his nails over your back.

his tongue slid over your bottom lip before invading your mouth. you let out a moan as he kissed you. he was the one to pull away, you unconsciously leaned into him for another kiss. you were snapped out of your lust when he dove into your neck, nipping & kissing all over. between hickeys, he whispered, "see? good girls get a reward."

you just let out breathless moans. your arms were still around his neck while he lowered you onto the bed. "baby, i don't ever wanna punish you again," aizawa lied, slipping your crop top over your head before throwing it on the floor. he took of his shirt, chuckling when he saw how pink your ears got. "you know why i had to punish you though, don't you?"

"y-yes, i do, d-daddy," you stuttered out. it was hard to focus while he dragged his tongue over your body. he bit your collarbone, sucked on your tits, kissed down your torso. it was all so distracting.

"why did i have to punish you, y/n?"

"because i-i was p-playing with myself without y-your permission," you told him, sighs in between every word. you don't know how or when your legs were over his shoulders, & you didn't notice until he spoke.

every annunciation blew warm air to your throbbing heat. "such a smart girl, y/n~" he praised, his onyx eyes locking with your doe eyes. you didn't have to say anything, he could tell by your facial expressions how badly you needed him. he kitten-licked your pussy; it was so little, yet you couldn't help but squeak in delight.

"oh, my god," you moaned out, throwing your head back as he began to lap your juices. he groaned as his tongue flicked your clit.

"you taste so fuckin' good, baby," he uttered, diving back for more.

"thank you, daddy," you said, you didn't even know if he still wanted to punish you, but there was a chance that he did, & you didn't want this to stop.

"good girl."

he stimulated your clit with his tongue while three fingers pumped in & out of your hole. he pulled away from your pussy for a second, demanding, "look at me when you cum, got it?"

"yes d-daddy!" you yelled out, self-restraint turning into the opposite. a pressure built inside your core, threatening to pop at any second. you looked down, tears of pleasure & neediness rolling down your pink cheeks. "i-i'm gonna cum. please keep going, i'm gonna cum!" you let out a string of pleads & moans as you came all over aizawa's face.

he stood up, slipping off his pants & boxers. he kicked them away as he towered over you. he was standing on the edge of the bed while you lied with your legs spread. "you want me, y/n? you really want me?" he asked because if you wanted him to stop, he would. if you wanted him to do anything, he'd do it.

"i really want you," you said as sincerely as someone who just climaxed could say anything. "i-i just don't want this to be a one-time thing," you admitted.

he laughed, lining his cock with your entrance as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. "trust me, baby. this is not a one-time thing, i'm so addicted to you, y/n. you don't even know." he finished his short-lived speech by shoving his girthy dick into your cunt, & you remembered just how dominate aizawa was. you let out a scream due to the pain, unexpectedness, & utter pleasure you got all in a single moment.

his thrusts were soft & slow at first. you could feel every inch leave then plunge back into your weeping hole. "d-d-daddy, you're so big," you moaned while you wrapped your arms around his neck.

his pace picked up, hips jerking against you. your tits jiggled with every thrust, claps every time he went back inside you. he abused your sensitive g-spot, ramming himself in & out of you. your hands unraveled themselves around his neck, your nails digging into his muscular back. you let out babbles how you couldn't take it, how you were going stupid, & how you were going to cum. he groaned in response, "if you're saying anything other than daddy or more, shut your fuckin' mouth & take it like a good girl."

"n-ngh, ahhh, yesss daddy," you slurred, eyes rolling to the back of your head. you wanted him to slow down so you could think again, but you liked being mindless, you liked how you didn't have the energy or will power to think about anything in this fucked-up world. all that mattered in that moment was you, aizawa, & how good the two of you felt.

"you're so fuckin' beautiful, baby," he groaned, he couldn't help but compliment you. how could he not? you looked even better pinned under him than he imagined. "so tight for me."

"please let c-cum with me, daddy," you begged. he didn't respond for a second, & you started to doubt yourself.

"wh-where," he groaned out, thrusts becoming rough & sloppy.

"what?"

he was losing composure. "where do you want me to cum?"

"inside," you answered quickly, wrapping your legs around his waist. you felt like you were in control now. "i-i want you inside of me when i cum all over your cock, d-daddy~"

"y/n. don't say stupid shit," he warned, knowing damn well he'd fold in an instant. you kept moaning with every thrust, begging for him to cum.

"p-please~ daddy, i deserve it. i-i've been a good girl," you whimpered. you jutted your bottom lip in a pout & tried to give your best puppy-dog eyes. every thrust he could see you twitch in pleasure, your expression couldn't hide how much you were enjoying this.

"fuckin' brat," he scowled. he watched you as you figured out how much power you truly have over him. he couldn't blame you for extorting it because that's what he did to you. at the end of the day though, you won.

he became sloppy & fast. his cock twitched inside of you when he saw your slutty expression-- tongue hanging out of your mouth, cheeks red, tears running down your face, eyes begging. & it was all because of him, how he fucked you. he was the cause of such a beautiful thing. finally, with a single thrust, he buried himself deep within you, cumming.

whiteness painted your insides while you came around him, clenching his twitching prick. "a-aizawa!" you screamed out in pure ecstasy.

deep breathes, panting, & sighs of content followed afterwards. he slipped out of your gaping hole, his sperm leaking out of your pussy. he climbed into your bed, coddling you. you were still shaky, senses heighten. you placed your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat slow.

he pulled the covers over the two of you. aizawa said while massaging your scalp, "you okay, baby?"

"mhm," you hummed, "i-i just never been fucked like that before."

he laughed, then kissed the top of your head. "i promise that this won't be the last time, y/n. i'm all yours." though he didn't say it, he was thinking, besides, guys your age won't know what to do with a bad girl like you.

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I'd Give It All Up

Requested: Yes

Hey, do you think you could write something where the reader is signing to Redbull and she’s Max’s girlfriend. On one race the reader is p1 but Charles cuts the reader’s rightful corner and sends her crashing into a wall, big time. She gets knocked unconscious and is not answering, the car is still running. Leclerc is apologizing through the radio big time as he gets out of the car to check up on the reader, turn off their car, get them out, etc … Max is worried but he still has to finish the race, as he’s p1 now. After the race Max cusses out a very sad and frustrated Leclerc and starts crying in the process as well because he’s so worried about the reader. The reader is fine in the end when she woke up and she thanks Leclerc for turning off her car and comforts Max and they do press together.

Max Verstappen x Reader

Summary: Y/n and Charles end up in an accident and Max has to face the fear of losing the woman he loves.

Warnings: Language, accident, mentions of death, medical bay, angst, fluff.

Word count: 3050

Authors note: Not going to lie, I absolutely got into my fears with this one. It must be unimaginable the fear when there is a bad crash. Hope everyone likes it and can’t wait to hear what you think.

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“Be careful out there you hear” Max gave you a stern look as you began putting your helmet on.

“When am I not careful?” you returned with a cheeky grin, earning you a knowing look, which you probably deserved considering how reckless you could be on the track, even worse so than the fiery dutchman.

Truth be told, everyone was terrified when you and Max were having a bad race, between the two of you, they weren’t sure who was worse, and when it came to you two competing against each other? Lord knows that was the worst. Although always healthy competition, it was a fierce one, made only the worse by your intimate knowledge of the other and how each drives.

“You take the fun out of everything Verstappen” you joked, as you climbed into your car.

“Not what you were saying last night” he barked out a laugh after as your crew shot both of you warning looks, hoping neither of you would take it further than it had already gone.

“Listen, can you hear me?” Horners voice filtered through into your ear, knowing he was probably going to give the same speech he does each race, Max getting the significantly worse version of it. For once, you were thankful you were treated slightly differently.

“Loud and clear boss” the smile never leaving your face, excitement bubbling up for the Monaco race, knowing how difficult it is, but loving it all the more for the skill you were required to have.

“Let’s keep this clean yeah, I need both those cars to cross the line with minimal damages, and ideally with a podium from both of you okay? Horner attempted a stern voice with you, and you could only imagine the flowery language Max had gotten in his speech.

“Of course sir, but you better tell Max that, you know he’s worse than me” you joked with your boss, definitely knowing you were probably a bit more reckless than your better half.

“Fat chance he’s worse than you” you were almost sure you heard a chuckle in his voice, “good luck, see you at the finish line” and with that, he had disappeared from your ear, and you were getting into race mode.

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“I cannot believe it, we have redbulls Y/n in P1 one, closely followed by Monaco’s home boy, Charles Leclerc, chasing the title for his home race, and both are quickly being caught up by Y/n’s own boyfriend, Max Verstappen, ladies and gentlemen, I know I speak for most viewers when I say I hope we see a redbull fight here today, because nothing provides greater entertainment than when these two lovebirds go at it on the track.”

“Oh no! It looks like the Ferrari tried to take the line! Y/n is into the wall! Charles and Y/n look like they are out of the race! That leaves Verstappen as P1, but this is definitely going to require a safety car and red flag!”

“Has she even moved in that car yet? It doesn’t look like it, that car is definitely still running”

“Is that Charles running over to her car? Wasn’t she able to turn her own car off?”

“Here come’s emergency services, hopefully all will be okay, we still have yet to see Y/n move and Charles is looking for a bit too frantic. Let’s hope she’s going to be alright”

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“Don’t stop driving Max, safety car is coming out” GP spoke into Max’s ear.

“Jesus, I told her to be careful” Max sighed as he began slowing down, having briefly witnessed the crash and not fully understating how bad it actually was. “What has she said happened, besides the swearing?” Max half chuckled, assuming you were using fairly colourful language by now.

“I’ll let you know as soon as we get word from her” GP was careful in the words he chooses, knowing how protective max was over you.

“What do you mean when you get word from her? Hasn’t she said anything yet?” Suddenly Max felt sick.

“Max, stay behind the safety car, it’s a red flag, you’ll be in the pits now” GP couldn’t have Max doing something stupid, costing them a penalty and truthfully, he couldn’t have him getting in the way of the ambulance that could potentially help you.

Unfortunately, at that exact moment the safety car slowly lead all the drivers back around, passing the accident between yourself and Charles. First Max saw Charles sitting on the back of the ambulance, shaking his head, refusing to take his eyes off of your car as the paramedics looked him over, and then Max saw you. He caught a glimpse between the curtains they put up to block the view of the cameras, of the paramedics gently lifting you out of the car, your head having to be supported by someone, and as he watched your arm drop limply, he had to fight every single instinct in him not to stop his car and rush over to you.

Next thing he knew he was shrieking, loud enough GP and Horner flinched as the noise in their ears, “IS SHE FUCKING OKAY?” Max was screaming into the headset.

“Is she alive?” the whisper was almost inaudible. Max wasn’t even sure he was prepared for the answer. He wouldn’t be able to survive.

Not if you didn’t.

_____

“Charles, are you okay?” Charles body was aching, and he felt stupid, he knew what he did was risky, but he had to try and take the gap didn’t he?

“Yeah, I’m fine, just a little sore, sorry guys, that one was on me” Charles reassured his team as he began climbing out of his now wrecked car, glancing over towards you.

“Hey, do we know if Y/n is okay?” he was running over towards your car before he had even finished the sentence, noticing how you had yet to turn your car off.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” Charles was shouting to no one, “she isn’t moving” Charles suddenly was praying. He didn’t know what to do. You were his friend. Oh my god. You were his friend, and he was stupid.

And he might have just killed you.

“SHE ISN’T FUCKING MOVING”. Tears. Charles couldn’t see. He needed to focus. He shouldn’t touch you. He shouldn’t touch you. He could do more damage. The fucking tears keep getting in the way, “WHT THE FUCK DO I DO?” he lifted your visor, and your eyes were closed.

He was going to be sick.

“Charles, do nothing, paramedics are on their way” his race engineer tried to advise him, tried to get through to the frantic driver, suddenly all too aware of how young Charles truly was and the incredibly guilt he may have to carry for the rest of his life, because they advised him to take the gap.

Next minute he felt someone grabbing him, pulling him away from the accident, “Mr Leclerc, please stand back”

“She isn’t waking up!” Charles was screaming at the paramedics, suddenly everyone around him working significantly faster, curtains suddenly being placed around him, he was being hauled over to the ambulance and bodies were surrounding your limp one.

_____

“What have the medics said?” all Max could focus on was you. It was if it was tunnel vision and all he could focus on was you. P1 one be damned, Racing be damned if it meant he would never have to lose you.

“No news on Y/n yet, but Charles is okay and back in his garage-“ Horner began and truthfully Max couldn’t be arsed what Horner had to say from that point on and he began moving in the direction of the Ferrari Garages, Horner and GP attempting to stop him, Max shrugging them off without any effort, only one goal in mind.

“Charles!” Max shouted the second he had found his rival, in sport and subsequentially in life from this point on.

“Max, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry” Next second Charles was sobbing, but Max couldn’t find it in himself to care, you could be dead, and it would be all Charles fault and if you were, then so was Max.

“She could be fucking dead” it felt like acid in his mouth saying it, “SHE COULD BE FUCKING DEAD” next minute he felt Charles racing suit wrapped between his fingers and he was centimetres away from his face, “DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT! YOU COULD HAVE FUCKING KILLED HER! FOR FUCKING WHAT!” his mouth was dry. He was going to be sick.

Tears.

Charles face was suddenly blurry.

Just the tears.

Anger? Fear? No, from them both.

Charles tried to speak, tried to get anything out, the lump in his throat preventing anything other than “I’m sorry” and sobs from coming out.

He knew that whatever Max did to him now was deserved, he wouldn’t be much different if someone had even looked at the love of his life with any sort of malice, let alone potentially killed them, and if you didn’t walk away from this crash, he might just beg Max to do something to him anyway.

A penance for his sins.

Suddenly Max and Charles were all too aware of the silence in the pits. Everyone having stopped to watch them. Not wanting to intervene, knowing the gravity of the situation.

That was until Max felt a hand on his shoulder, the other hand of Daniel, slowly prying his hands of Charles, slowly, not to aggravate Max any further, knowing the absolute fear that must be gripping him.

“Mate,” Max met Daniels eyes, albeit he was blurry, the tears still hadn’t stopped, “let go Max” Daniel was gentle, he could only imagine what Max was going through and truthfully, he tried not to imagine it, but if he was imagining even a fraction of what Max was feeling, then he needed to get Max away from Charles now.

“I’ll kill him Daniel, I swear” he spoke as if Charles wasn’t there, the man in question not being able to meet anyone’s eyes, watching his own tears drip onto the floor.

“Let’s go Max” finally Max had let go, Daniel had wrapped his arm around Max’s shoulders, pulling him away from Charles and the prying eyes of the cameras.

“Max, back in your car, she’s okay, race is going to start again soon.” Horner sternly told him. Wanting to be sympathetic but knowing he couldn’t distract max any more than he already was, he still had a race to win and if one of his cars was knocked out, then he needed to make sure the other got maximum points.

Max wanted to argue, he didn’t know how they were continuing this race, he didn’t think he could, but if you were okay, he was winning it for you.

_____

“I’ll take the fine, collect the trophy for me” Max shouted towards Horner getting out of his car and sprinting towards the medical bay, leaving no room for Horner to argue.

GP had informed him during the race that you had woken up in the medical bay and they were happy with the tests they had run, and Max felt the slightest bit of relief, knowing he would only feel it completely once he saw you were safe.

And then there you were, sitting up and smiling in the shitty little medical bed.

Max knew in that moment that he was screwed. He knew that he would give up absolutely every single thing for you, all you had to do was ask. You might not even have to ask; he might just do it anyway. Runway with you. Take all his money and just run away with you. Take you away and keep you safe from absolutely everything.

Then you looked at him and smiled that gorgeous smile of yours and he was moving over to the side of your bed, hands on either side of your face and forehead gently pressed against your own.

Max was sure this was the first time he had ever felt grounded in his entire life, and he was never letting you go again.

He was definitely running away with you.

“I love you” he whispered out, and then it was like he couldn’t stop, repeating how he loved you again and again, desperately needing you to know just how much, kissing you in between each reiteration of it, slipping into his native Dutch at someone, his brain going onto auto pilot, being able to think about nothing else other you in his hands right now and how he refused to let you go.

Oh, and about running away.

It was only after a moment that he had realized that you were reassuring him that you were right here, and you loved him too, your voice the only thing being about to get through to him finally.

You both stayed like that for the better part of five minutes, thankful that you were walking away from something that could have easily killed you. Eventually Max sat down next to you, as you cuddled up next to him, soaking each other up as much as you could.

“Is Charles okay” you finally asked, just as concerned for him, not sure how he had faired from the crash.

“For all intents and purposes, dead to us” you could feel Max tense up at the thought of Charles right now.

“Max, that’s not fair” you tried to reason with him, realistically knowing that while you were still sitting in the medical bay there was very little chance of doing that.

“He could have killed you Y/n” Max was not prepared to let this one go. There was no way he could ever forgive Charles for what he did to you.

“It’s the job Max and you know it. Every time either of us get into that car, we know we might not be getting out” Max knew it was the truth, but today it became real. Today he genuinely nearly lived his greatest fear.

“Speaking of, I think we should quit, run away together” Max decided to float the idea by you, it becoming more of a reality as the seconds passed by.

“Like you’d ever give up driving” you laughed, not believing Max would give up racing for anything, not even his own safety.

“For you, I’d give up everything” Max had never spoken more truthfully than he was now.

____

“Y/n, it’s good to see you at the press conference” one of the journalists directed towards you, genuinely thankful to see that you were okay, everyone was, no one ever wanting to see something bad happen out on track.

“Thank you, it’s good to be walking away from a crash like that” you smiled towards Max as you felt him squeeze your hand.

He had refused to let you go since he had gotten to the medical bay, helping you get dressed, helping you walk towards the conference room, even pulling your chair closer to his so he could hold your hand, the entire time trying to convince you to skip media, there was no way they were going to fine you for missing after that, but you wanted to show everyone that you were okay.

“If you don’t mind talking about it, would you mind if we asked what happened” Charles dropped his head, suddenly feeling ashamed.

“An occupational hazard, Charles and I were racing, he saw a gap, he tried to take it, as one does, and I tried to defend it, it just accumulated in a bit of a crash” you threw Charles a reassuring smile, wanting him to know you didn’t blame him, that you understood.

“And Charles-“ God he wasn’t ready for this “- what was going through your mind as you were rushing over to switch off her car?” He couldn’t answer this he was going to be sick.

“You turned off her car?” Max was leaning forwards, directing the question towards Charles, unaware that Charles had tried to help you.

“Of course, I noticed it was still running, got it turned off, thought her arm was trapped or something, only after did I realised she hadn’t moved yet” that same fear suddenly engulfed Charles again, “and then I thought I’d killed her” he was trying really hard to keep the tears away again, it was a fear and guilt unlike any other.

“It’s going to take a lot more than a little bump on the track to kill me” you tried to lighten the mood, not wanting to think back to what happened, knowing you’re probably going to have to see a therapist for this one, all of you are, “but seriously, Charles did what he could to help and at no point did anyone want this to happen. No one goes out there to hurt anyone else and we’re a family, we’re going to help where we can” you really wanted them to drop this topic, squeezing Max’s hand twice, secretly letting him know you wanted out of this topic.

“Exactly, and despite my own emotional outburst earlier, I know Charles is a good man and wouldn’t intentionally hurt Y/n, and honestly, mate, thank you for helping her where you could” Max directed that last bit towards Charles, Charles nodding in return, both as an apology and as a way to accept Max’s own, “Racing is a dangerous sport, and it is something we have to accept when we get out onto the track”.

“But with that being said though, it’s probably a good idea to let everyone know that Y/n and I will officially be retiring and running away” every other driver turned to you shocked, no one expecting this, the entire press conference descending into chaos.

“No, no, no” you tried to calm everyone down through your own laughs, smacking Max on the shoulder, shocked that he had thought this kind of joke was a good idea, knowing what it would do to everyone, “Please, no, calm down, we aren’t retiring” no one was listening, “Max, look what you’ve done” both of you laughing your heads off before Max pulled you closer to whisper in your ear,

“I told you, for you, I’d give up everything”

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evilvvithin · 3 months

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under your skin

pairing: jeremy blaire x f!reader words: 715 words warnings: this is just brutal short fic, including basically rape/noncon, jeremy is a warning on it's own summary: Getting an echo about some shadey stuff happening within the Mount Massive Asylum, you decide to get in using a false identity - but Blaire finds out. notes: wanted to get back to drawing and this short oneshot was a great option for it. It's outlast, it's fucked up. I'm also down bad for Jer yes. There might be a followup in the future.

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“Congratulations on your first day, miss.” “Thank you, sir. It's an honor to be part of this huge project.”

“Stay good.. yeah, just like that.” Jeremy's hands gripped your hips roughly, pushing them against his.

You never thought getting into something big like Murkoff’s project would be so easy. Remaining undercover for so long. Writing psychology analysis for all the patients despite the fact you never really studied it. Now that you thought about it, it seemed way too easy - of course you'd never get in on your own like that. Thinking you had everything under control, your carelessness fogged your mind. You weren't playing them - they were playing you.

He was playing you. The entire time.

Squinting your eyes you decided to accept your fate. Afterall, you got yourself into it, didn't you?

All the scans and emails you've sent to the FBI contact you had. All the reports of inhumane practices within this facility, they never made it out. He knew who you were before you even signed for this. The FBI ? More likely his idea too. Everything you sent was coming to his computer. Every movement of yours monitored; did he watch you shower too?!

Grabbing the edge of the table you let out a slight yelp of pain mixed with a moan. He made sure you felt every single thrust of his, burying himself as deep as possible.

“Like it, don't you?” He grinned and grabbed a fistful of your hair. “Fucking knew it.”

He was happy with himself. Of course he was - showing you who had the upper hand here. Despite all your knowledge about the project, about all the fucked up background practices of Murkoff; you were just a harmless, annoying fly to him. Laughable even. Did you really think you could get out of this if things got out of hand?

“Fuck you,” you spat out the words and felt his gaze on your bare back.

“Mr. Blaire, how come there are no other women workers?” “Let's say no others proved themselves to be worth the employment,” he smirked. “Call me Jeremy.” You cursed at yourself for believing anything he said. The side effects of the therapy, the phantom pregnancies? You've read all about it. You've read all about Tragers fate; Murkoff would stop at nothing. He would stop at nothing.

“Fuck me? Oh, don't worry, I'll give you a chance to do so.”

The uncomfortable pain of your cervix being bruised by his rapid thrusts was fading away and you felt pure pleasure taking over. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction, no. The vortex of your thoughts and self-blaming took you away, replaying all the moments where you should've just ran away. You felt like you were two rooms away, hearing his grunts mixed with your muffled moans from afar.

All the red flags you ignored since the moment you stepped inside the Mount Massive Asylum. Fuck. Was the truth that important to you? More than your own life? Did you want to help the victims - patients - so badly you'd die for them? Did you want to help yourself?

He let out a chuckle feeling you tighten around him just as he was finished. Your body craved more, the release was so close it was almost hurting but your mind pushed all the thoughts away - tried to. Your pussy was more than eager to take more of him, but he knew what he was doing. You tried to hide it, but he knew how desperate you were at the moment and he knew you wouldn't admit it. He wanted to break you; eventually you gonna end up begging for more.

“Put yourself together, you look pathetic.” After zipping up his pants, he ran hands through his now messy hair. “It suits you.”

This wasn't the worst thing that could happen to you, definitely. Was he gonna sign you in as a patient now? Lock you up in one of those rooms, experimenting with your sanity and flesh, the so-called therapy? Like he did with Dr. Trager?

The doors slammed shut with a familiar click sound of the, leaving you in the dim light of his room alone. Alone with just your thoughts of what was going to happen to you.

#it did its work - im hyped to write some 'actual' long normal fic now #jeremy blaire #outlast #x reader #jeremy blaire x reader #jeremy blaire x you #outlast whistleblower #outlast fanfiction #murkoff #red barrels

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ravenpureforever · 2 years

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So I know we all joke about Porchay living his best Wattpad life, myself included, but I think we all kind of ignore how Kim just never dissuaded him from that notion and how we find that genre dissonance between Porsche & Kim’s view (and often our audience view) of Chay and how he actually acts, and we’re all sleeping on the mini character arc he’s gotten over the course of the series.

Porsche and Kim don’t want Chay to get caught up in the mafia world, and they both seem to view him in the same lense: he’s innoncent, sweet, incorruptible.

But Chay has fucking balls man, and he’s a lot more resilient than people give him credit for. He also ignores red flags like he’s color blind. We don’t get to see much of him, but the glimpses we do get show there is so much more beneath the surface.

First:

Man grew up with Porsche & a dead beat Uncle, you telling me he didn’t see some shit growing up? No matter how well Porsche protected him, Chay is the one dressing his wounds when he comes back from fighting, Chay still hears the loan sharks coming for his Uncle, he’s growing up watching his older brother as really the only source of income for his household. And he can’t do anything about it. Watching episode 1, when Chay asks Porsche to let him get a job and help out, it feels like they’ve had this conversation before, it feels resigned, it feels like a final quiet plea of “we’ve talked about this before, but please, please, please just consider it.” But Porsche says no, I’m going to take care of it and I can’t help but think of the impact that has, of watching the person he loves most get beat down again and again and not being able to do anything about it. I feel like Chay probably grew up being the peacekeeper, the one trying to keep the waters calm. Its clear he knows he’s his brother’s world, that his brother has done so much to keep him sheltered and happy, and I can think of Porsche teaching Chay manners, teaching him ideals of being kind to others and Chay just internalizing it and deciding “ah yes, so this is my role in the family, this is how I can help my brother.” Chay probably felt a lot of pressure, no matter how unintentionally and how unconditionally Porsche loves him, to be a reason why his brother is doing all of this, he’s probably hyper aware of how he’s Porsche’s motivation, that everything his brother does is for him. That does things to your self-worth, to how you view yourself. I get the feeling hasn’t had any agency over his own life before, he’s always been the princess locked in the tower, aware of the war but not allowed to participate. His happily ever has been chosen and now he just has to see it through.

Then literally overnight, he wakes up and his Uncle has vanished, and his brother has left with just a fairly suspicious note about pursuing his dream that’ll completely be able to fully support Chay. His entire way of living has transformed, and now he’s completely alone. He went from princess locked in a tower as a war rages on to a Queen of a decimated kingdom. He can not grieve, he can only have faith and move forward.

This is also how I realized Chay has practically been designed to ignore all red flags and interpret them as something else.

Enter Kim, stage right. Enter Chay’s wattpad fantasy come to life, also stage right.

When Chay meets Kim, he is someone who has literally nothing to lose throwing himself out there. My boy literally just recites an encyclopedia knowledge of “Wik, sir, you are my hyper fixation” all in the hopes of getting that T-shirt. And it works! His idol signs his T-shirt, he gets to talk to his idol, he has been rewarded for putting himself out there!

So go big or go home right? He might as well try asking for a tutor when asked if there’s anything he wants. And he’s shot down. No big deal, he moves on and has merch thats going to be the envy of the Wik fandom.

But then his idol calls him, and says he’ll tutor him. Wik remembered him, remembered his request, and then proceeded to hunt down a way to get Chay’s phone number and call him personally in order to tell him he’s decided to he’s going to help him get into the his dream department that he himself is apart of.

Its easy to view Chay from Kim’s perspective, as an excitable fanboy with a crush, but we forget how Kim looks from Chay’s perspective. So lets look on how everything seems from Chay’s perspective.

Chay put himself out there, made a decision solely for himself and what he wants and now his idol wants to tutor him. He’s been actively rewarded twice now, by the same person, for asserting what he wants and trying to get it. He’s gotten his cake and is eating it too. He has a celebrity crush like most people get, only his celebrity crush is now making the effort to genuinely get to know him.

Wik tells Chay his name is Kim, he’s being open and vulnerable to Chay, and he’s trusting him with his identity. Kim asks about his brother, even though Chay didn’t tell him, red flag to any normal person citing he saw Chay’s screensaver and made an assumption. Kim is taking an interest in his life, he notices little details about him, and is asking to here more about the coolest person in the world, his brother and even noticed how much Chay loves Porsche that he wants Chay to write a song about it! He even trusts Chay enough to ask for his phone when Kim’s phone has died, even though that’ll mean there’s important numbers in Chay’s call history, and he trusts that Chay won’t take advantage of them!

And maybe Chay starts to fall a bit in love with Kim. Not Wik, but Kim, who’s a little bit insecure, a little bit awkward, but is making all this effort for Chay.

For Chay, it isn’t anything manipulative or suspicious, he’s becoming friends Kim, they’re sharing information about themselves, they’re bonding now, and he’s been shown that if he pushes, Kim will stay. Chay is all alone now, he has to take care of himself, but if he makes an effort and keeps putting himself out there, if he makes his wants known, Kim comes to him. Kim trusts him, and as long as Chay takes the initiative, he also makes the effort to bond with Chay.

Then Porsche comes back! Chay isn’t alone anymore, and they’re happy and safe and Porsche isn’t getting beat up! And then Porsche once again immediately leaves without a word and few days later you get the first call you’ve gotten from him since he left the first time and now he’s back at work and doesn’t know when he’ll be back again. He’s all alone, and his brother has seem to get a new life that once again Chay’s not allowed to be apart of.

But then Kim shows up at his house! And Chay immediately throws his brother under the bus in a desperate bid to keep Kim’s good opinion of him, once again, gotta admire the sheer balls and audacity of that move. Then Kim gifts him one of his guitars! Porsche do you understand how easily your brother could be taken advantage of do you? Sure he almost gets the heart attack of Kim discovering his shrine, but what teenager doesn’t have posters on the wall of his favorite singer? Maybe it’s weird that he wants Chay to go get the food for them both, but he could have an important phone call to make, he could be nervous going out in public where people could recognize him! Then when he gets back Kim asks him about his love life! Kim ruffles his hair! Kim tells him to write a love song!

Kim is checking off all the boxes of my crush likes me back.

So when Kim ghosts him a little, Chay makes the obvious conclusion. Show up at his house and sing him the love song he wrote! He’s been shown time, and time again that if he reaches out to Kim, Kim will eventually grab his hand. Kim has shown to be awkward and a little of unsure of himself around Chay, but relaxes when Chay takes the initiative. So Chay does what’s always worked. With literally no fear or anxiety whatsoever.

And with episode 13, we see how close they were getting. We see how they went out to places together, romantically or platonically, and they took pictures together! They were friends, they were close, they had a level of trust and bonding and vulnerability for Chay to take photos with Kim and leave them around his house for Kim to find!

So Chay once again has nothing left to lose, and shoots his final shot and confesses to Kim. And Kim kisses him! They hug! Kim may or may not have come home with him that night but at some point in they’re relationship post confession, they fall asleep cuddling on the couch.

And Chay and Porsche are very similar. They fall in love quickly, they become very devoted and loyal to that love, and they are honest about it. Chay and Porsche are both the first ones to say I love you, but while Porsche doesn’t ask for a reply, Chay does. Because Kim has shown time and time again that Chay needs to take the initiative. So he asks Kim: I love you, do you love me?

But he stops at that and lets Kim take his time. Because that’s the song and dance their courtship has been taking, Chay flirts, Chay pushes forward and then Kim comes to meet him the rest of the way.

Chay is living in a Wattpad fantasy: he meets his idol crush, his idol crush becomes fascinated with him, he sees the real human behind his idol crush’s persona and falls in love with the awkward, sweet person underneath, he confesses his love and the feeling is mutual! And all of this seems to be fate, like this perfect love story and the happy ending he actually wants. He’s practically gotten into his dream department with the boy of his dreams who loves him back.

He’s confirming it is all real, and letting Kim know that it’s all real on his end.

And then he gets fucking kidnapped. And then he gets indisputable proof that his brother has been lying to him this entire time, and he was kidnapped because of that secret life his brother was lying about it.

The ultimatum may seem harsh, but it makes sense when you see it from Chay’s perspective. He probably feels essentially abandoned by his brother for the past two months, and he’s understandably pissed about everything thats happened in the last 48 hours or so. His brother can be part of his life and they can go back to the way things were, but Chay can’t be a part of his life if his brother is in the mafia, and its true. Porsche has spent all this time telling Chay he wants him to get into a good school and get a good job and be surrounded by good people with a good social life. You can’t have that in the mafia, and Chay knows that. So from Chay’s perspective, his brother has basically just been a complete hypocrite to everything his brother taught him.

And while Porsche has been shown the type of person to be willing to throw away his morals and beliefs when it comes to the people he loves, Chay isn’t. His entire life has been surrounded on those ideals of being a good, kind person who lives a good life. And he’s understandably terrified of the thought of losing his brother and truly being on his own. He’s basically lost his only emotional support system for two months, and if his brother dies, he loses him for good.

So Chay says him or me, because in his mind either way he could lose his brother, but this is Chay making his own decision, this is Chay fighting back and reminding Porsche that see you hurt makes me hurt too. This ultimatum reminds Porsche that his actions have conquenses on Chay too, and it shows how Chay has grown up in his absence. Chay in episode one was willing to just bow his head and listen to what his brother, but Chay in episode 10 is willing to speak out, he’s no longer willing to be simply passive in his brother’s plans for him.

In the end, he and Porsche communicate, and we get a taste of how Chay is, like Porsche, willing to throw away his ideals because he loves someone. But now he’s been dragged into a completely unfamiliar world, he’s truly been into a different kingdom where he doesn’t have any of the power or agency he’s gotten used to having in Porsche’s absence.

And then its revealed the love of his life is part of the mafia, and he’s just gotta sit there and pretend like nothings wrong.

Side note: while it’s absolutely hilarious that absolutely nobody learned about the KimChay romance, it also makes a lot of sense. Rule number one of Wattpad romance: You NEVER tell your overprotective brother your in love or dating or got dumped. You NEVER let your big brother know about your love life. Rule number two of Wattpad romance: When dating a celebrity, you NEVER leave a hint that any fans could pick up on. You ALWAYS need to keep the relationship a secret for as long as humanly possible. Chay thinks he knows what genre he’s in, and he’s being smart about it.

So Chay goes to confront him. Like doesn’t even hesitate, just shows up like bitch you better explain yourself. Because that’s what he does, only this time he does it out of anger, not out of love.

And Kim tells him that his entire reality was a lie. When Chay breaks down crying, it’s not just because Kim dumped him, though that had to hurt, its because that means their entire friendship, all the kindness and effort Kim showed him, all the time they spent together, all the moments Chay thought were sweet, thought they were bonding and falling mutually in love was a complete and utter lie. He’s just been made a fool, and his entire life has been completely transformed and he has no control over any of it.

So he spirals and self destructs. Him ditching the interview may seem dumb and like he’s throwing everything Porsche worked for away, but think about it. Everything about this interview is going to reminder of Kim and how he betrayed Chay’s love and trust. This interview is a reminder of how his brother threw away his own life for Chay to have a future their parents would be proud of, despite his protests. This interview is an embodiment of Chay’s own lack of control in his own life, it has become a symbol of his pain.

Everything in Chay’s life has fallen apart and now he has to pick up the pieces and find his place in the new world he’s in.

So he tries to take back that lost control and ditches the interview. He does the stereotypical new haircut new me era. He goes out drinking with friends. Chay can’t talk to Porsche about any of this, he can’t be honest with friends about any of this. He doesn’t have any real support system in his life right now, and he’s falling apart. For the past two months he’s been in charge of his life for the first time, only for it to be yanked away and everything he knows to disappear. He wants to get that control back, but he has no clue how, and he has no one to help him. So he makes some dumbass decisions, but its not just because of Kim, it’s because desperately grappling for a sense of agency in a world that keeps stripping him of it.

And then Kim comes back into his life, and in Chay’s perspective, tries to take away his agency again and toy with his emotions. “You said you don’t care about me, but here you are caring about me,” and it makes him angry. So in episode 13, he tries to cut Kim off, he ignores his calls and blocks his number to assert his control of their relationship.

And then his agency and control is once again taken when Porsche wakes him up and (presumably) drops him off at Yok’s and (probably) doesn’t tell about anything that happens.

His Wattpad dream life romance has fallen apart, he’s had to leave his old life completely behind, and now he’s left in the ashes trying to figure put who he is and where he stands in this situation, trying to be his own person without anyone there to help him.

Conclusion: I think Chay is someone who strives to be kind and polite, and like Porsche wants to see the best in people, but he’s also incredibly brave and put into the position where he’s really making his own decisions for the first time in his life. He’s frustrated, he’s unsure, he’s making mistakes and fumbling around, but he’s a young adult finally trying to take control of his life after everything has been ripped out underneath him, and I think that side of him could be explored to.

I think Chay is the type of person who’s sweet and respectful, but when push comes to shove, he’s shown to be a no nonsense kind of person who isn’t afraid to backdown. He’ll listen, he’ll comprise, but Chay has a lot more of a spine and a no fear attitude than people give him credit for, but right now he’s desperately trying to assert his agency in a narrative that keeps taking it from him, and its causing him to self destruct.

I’m genuinely excited to see where his arc from passive princess in tower to living a self-insert life to currently self destructive extensional crisis ends up. We’ve only gotten a few scenes with him, but they’ve shown so much of a character arc that I feel people are sleeping on.

#kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche #kimchay #vegaspete #sorry I just want people to stop sleeping on Chay #kinnporsche meta #kinnporsche episode 13 #kinnporsche episode 12 #they we’re supposed to be the sweet ones admist the mafia drama #they’re all unhinged disasters #i’m obsessed #porsche my beloved #kinnporsche analysis #kimchay analysis #I’ve got a lot of feelings and thoughts about Chay okay #he’s got so much going on and such an interesting characterization #or maybe im just overthinking #but still

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the moment i saw in the trailer "i dont love you anymore." "thats one shitty excuse" i had a feeling wen was not in a good situation with his ex cause like sir...yes it is. it should be main reason why people breakup, because they dont love each other anymore! thats a completely valid reason to want to end a relationship. period. i got the impression from this episode that wen has already tried to do that, multiple times, but because of the living situation he felt obligated to stick it out for a bit. seems like alan fucked up in a way big so, he fell out of love long ago.

i feel like they showed us a couple of red flags from alan this episode, the most notable is that alan was very physical during the confrontation at the diner, and it def gave me anxiety so i cant imagine how wen felt! he was completely out of line shoving wen and jim! and they pushing wen to the ground was the last straw for me. wen was bleeding and alan caused that! but he would rather blame wen leaving on jim, than see how unhealthy their relationship has become. gong also implied that they fight a lot too, so it seems like he also thinks its been a loonng time coming and that his friend is unhappy. Wen is unhappy, so he wants out. thats it and thats enough! he doesnt owe alan anything else but that explanation. wen is choosing himself and that shit is hard!

#alan was red flag city! lets be real!#gave me hella anxiety!#such a revealing and well done episode!#first did really well!!#me a wen apologist? you damn right!#moonlight chicken #wen moonlight chicken #alan moonlight chicken #jimwen

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moonstone27ls · 24 days

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Chucky season 3...

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Sooo quite a bit happened. Some of it felt crazy, maybe it was rushed. But considering they went through a writers' strike, etc. And its Chucky in general, I kinda let some of it slide. It was still a decent season. And I'm hoping they'll give it a fourth season. Especially since it ended on a cliff hanger.

Ep 6 was pretty decent. I mostly felt sorry for Henry, poor kid was manipulated so badly and all that he saw. He's gonna need a lot of therapy.

I almost can not get over that out of all the things Chucky wanted he wanted to blow up the North Pole, just to ruin the kids belief in Santa. In fact his last words were "Fuck Santa".

Bigger picture wise (yes I know its a horror/comedy but I still have a right to nitpick 8B)... I am a LITTLE surprised that the military did not even remotely question the "President"'s orders to blow up those designations. You would think one would be "Uhh... sir why the North Pole?". I mean you'd think one person would question whats happening the moment they hear him go "Abort" later that it should been a big red flag to turn EVERYTHING off.

And also.... though its the North Pole and climate change in all.... still feel there should have been some effect from blowing up the North Pole oO;. What I dunno. I'm not a scientist but still should have done something.

Ep 7: Feel like the Underworld was a nod/or inspiration from Beetlejuice lobby scene. And I dunno if its because they're all "ghosts" still... a bit confused why Chucky's victims were there with Damballa. Since you know they assuming didn't worship him.But I enjoyed the scene still.

I really did enjoy his banter with his god. Lol Damballa's own surprise to hear he killed the President. And he's "Oh well of course I wasn't paying attention, YOU cheated on me with other gods".

Though... and yes I'm nitpicking. Chucky's other chance... Damballa said he needed to kill without a body. I thought it was already achieved when he killed the three people at the seance... but I guess Jake's killing in the next ep still counted? Or maybe that was just an ad on for "kill counts". And as confused as I am where G.G. stands (good/or villain wise). I did like the message they left their mother

Then we get onto the finale... as much as it was interesting to see world of the dead/limbo, etc (I dunno). It honestly felt a bit obvious it was a trap. Why... because as much as Jake kept stressing there was "good chucky".

That was technically brainwashing. Brainwashing that was never really proven/or even successful. Cause... they did that in what in a couple of days. That can take weeks or months, maybe years. Not to mention all the other Chuckys. I dunno don't think thats how death works. But this was probably more fun I guess.

Did enjoy Jake's scene with him forgiving his dad. Though I do feel they missed a good opportunity for him to make up with all his family. His uncle, aunt and even Junior. (cousin) Junior I think especially considering, Junior died with no resolution between his animosity with Jake. Yes, yes I know Lexy "love". Butt doesn't scrape off the kid died with issues. He murdered his father (whom he had daddy issues). He spent his last days either bullying/or hating his cousin. Whom from I can see Jake didn't hate him, it was like his dad. He just hated how he was being treated.

But oh well, maybe they couldn't reach the actors/or didn't have time.

Not entirely surprised the CIA group would bomb the house to "cover up things". Would be shocked/or sadden by the medium Timmy dying... but he was only there two eps. The impact isn't as strong/or surprising. Did enjoy Pyrce was somewhat haunted by the ghosts before he died. I dunno feels almost poetic. Though it was cute Grant saw the ghost of his father holding hands with his baby brother Joseph... felt so sad/or bittersweet.

Then there's Tiff's escape.... uhh don't get me wrong I was okay. She's practically part of Chucky's entourage. And I'm not shocked she'd get out/maybe even reunite. Its just the continual luck that baffles me. I mean again this Chucky, so I went with it. But still lol.

She was so adamant about having those dolls. Making it implied she needed them or her spells wouldn't work(though I always find it strange her "dolls" influence feelings is a stretch). But literally they all come to her without even touching them. And if its the case they're all acting odd, you'd think someone family/or staff would notice oO. And I'm not buying that a random convict is that good of a shot at killing a sniper. Lol but I guess Chucky's gotta have his kill count.

And also how DID Tiffany know to come RIGHT to Wendell's house or that he'd be there oO. Had they been talking about that plan and when? But oh well. They brought back Chuck/Tiff which I'm okay with. There aren't that many "horror" couples and I feel they just kinda fit. Like a horror verse of Dr Girlfriend/Monarch.

I admit it was cute they actually tried to make these two like normal parents. And were nostalgic about G.G and wished to hear from them.

Then we have Caroline.... guys I'll say it again I have mixed feelings with her. And I'm gonna give fair warning, this is MY observation. I know I don't speak for a whole community. This is just from what I HAVE seen and read from other commentators on such topic.

Now bigger picture. The evil kid trope is not shocking or even unheard of. Same for killer kid trope. And if done right, they become icons like Children from the Corn, Rhoda Penmark, Sadako, and Damien (young Damien). And no just to make obvious, I'm not expecting Caroline to be an automatic icon.

To explain better... its that she's been hinted to be autistic. And for that matter her automatic switch to evil while its not completely out of the blue... feels problematic. Again I am NOT autistic and I know I shouldn't get on a pedestal and rant about something I'm not a 100% familiar with. But I bring this up for one reason, (there might be others but this is the only one coming to mind) The Predator made in 2018. Several people were not fond of how the portrayal was used. Furthermore making her a killer/or would be killer felt like it was going with a bad trope/stereotype. Again this is my understanding.

Do I think Mancini did this on purpose? That he's being an ableist following a stereotype. I ... don't think so. But even good creators can make mistakes. I think for the most part... this feels bad because this came out of no where and had no development. From all acounts Caroline was a normal, sweet kid. That judging by the writing was struggling to be understood by her family.

Yes that part I got. Cause I can imagine its tough for parents with a child thats most likely autistic, while the other one isn't (Lexy). Yes she ignored some of Chucky's violent stuff. But with no REAL development you can chalk it up to she's just a kid. Orr yes they'll just go "oh she's autistic".

In all honesty her going to the "dark side" was more of a plot twist for season 2. HAD we seen actual signs or development it'd be different. Show Caroline showing a big interest in dissection or tormenting animals. Have her be actual violent. We've seen Chucky influence children. They could have done that, SHOW Chucky telling her how to think. Show her enjoying it/or even questioning before giving in. But up until then we had NOTHING.

So her abandoning her family because Chucky told. So her "thats why I never fit in" and "this is who I am now". While I don't think Mancini meant to bring a bad representation. But without real development or something. It just looks like "oh she was evil cause she's autistic". That this is who I am moment just feels like a BAD allegory for autism. Sooo.. yeah have mixed feelings on Caroline.

But all my griping aside. Thats not to say I didn't love this show. No it was still good. The effects were great, you still had feels for the First family. Anddd we still had everyone alive. And although I'm sure some were hoping we'd get Andy and Kyle. I'm okay with it. Because it means they're still alive. And thats all I want. I want the originals to still be alive. If Mancini wants them to retire and let the new kids handle evil, thats also fine. Just don't kill off the original kid heroes.

Then we have the unknownnnnn.... SEASON 4!! Will we get it? Hope so cause that was a cliffhanger and I hate cliffhangers, lol.

Is there anything I want for season 4 if its greenlighted. Uh... I dunno. I'm okay with Chucky getting away (I'm sorta use to it from watching Elm street and Jason movies). Killer dies, comes back or you get a clear hint of sequels but heroes are still alive so you can be happy.

I know there are rumors? or confirmation Mancini was given a greenlight to make another Chucky movie. But as the show, if he wants to continue it I'm all for it. I would just like one episode to have Robert Englund. Cause I heard rumors of a Freddy/Chucky crossover. And while I don't know if it'd work for a movie. I think its a great chance for a season/or at least couple of episodes. Get Englund and Dourif together before I dunno they get/or feel too old to voice the roles again. Yes I said voice, cause I can imagine 76 yearold Englund might not wanna go through that make up process again. I dunno get a double to wear it and let him voice act. Fiona did her dad's "younger self".

Keep Tiff/Chuck together. Let Andy and Kyle live. I would like to see G.G. just at best to know what are they? Evil? Good? Good but you can't poke too much cause they'll go Norman Bates on you. Let Nica... let Nica get therapy oO;;. Poor gal couldn't win this season.

I don't have much aspirations for our new gen of heroes. They're okay but most of their conflicts feel resolved (aside from cliff hanger)... so yeah I guess skip them. Though I do wanna know what they did with their bodies. For that matter Tiff's ... no Jennifer to go back to her old body... so does that mean she just died?

Figure out... what the heck do they plan to do with Caroline. The rant I just wrote aside... what is there to do? Kill her off? Send her to a home for delinquents? No seriously I dunno.

#chucky syfy #Chucky USA #chucky tv show #chucky tv series

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OP Characters as "Things in my Fridge"

To my mother, who doesn't read any of my work, I'm sorry I spent three hours with the fridge door open. I swear I was cleaning it out, but also just eating handfuls of cheese when you weren't looking.

Monkey D. "Strawhat" Luffy: White people leftovers from dinner, porkchops with fried potatoes :)

"Pirate Hunter" Roronoa Zoro: Horrible roughly chopped green onions in a baggy shoved under a bag of cherry tomatoes. I don't remember cutting any onions recently, and I hate tomatoes.

"Cat Burglar" Nami: Cutie mandarines... cuz she's a cutie. She'd probably kill me because it's not a tangerine, but they aren't in season yet.

"God" Usopp: A five-pound bag of shredded colby jack cheese that I eat handfuls at a time.

"Black Leg" Sanji: My man is the whole fridge in this case, y'all, he's the anything and everything.

"Cotton Candy Lover" Tony Tony Chopper: 1/3 full can of 'Cotton Candy' flavored Bang. And yes that is actually in my fridge at this moment and not just picked out because they're both cotton candy.

"Devil Child" Nico Robin: Not in the fridge, but the hideous and beautiful drawing my niece did of me stuck to the door. It's my prized possession and I know Robin would keep all of Luffy's drawings.

"Iron Man" Franky: A single open can of faygo twist, and no it wasn't flat.

"Soul King" Brook: A pitcher of Sweet Tea! Freshly made!

"Knight of the Sea" Jinbe: The chuck of salmon I spent $25 on and get to dice up for my kitty later.

“Oni” Yamato: Chinese takeout that I don't remember buying, but will be eating later hell yeah.

"Surgeon of Death" Trafalgar Law: A near empty bottle of cold brew coffee. SToK brand because I'm not rich enough to buy starbucks.

"Captain" Eustass Kid: A random dirty/used knife, (not bloody.)

"Massacre Soldier" Killer: The birthday cake I found with the knife. And no, it hasn't been anyone's birthday recently, but that cake does say 'Happy Birthday' in blue icing.

"Red Flag" X Drake: A three-pound industrial container of melted chocolate I could use for ice cream, milkshakes, chocy milk, licking off his big sexy chest, and so much more.

"Big Eater" Jewelry Bonney: Frozen Totino's pizza rolls that my sister put in the wrong area again. Combination, but I don't care for the sausage.

"The Magician" Basil Hawkins: Bottle of ranch, nothing else. Not even spiced, magical ranch. Just plain, normal, 'good for salads and pizzas' ranch.

"Whitebeard" Edward Newgate: Okay, not 'in' my fridge, but I keep boxes of cereal on top and recently bought an off-brand called 'Bye-Os' indeed of 'Cheerios' and that is the perfect dad joke.

Marco "The Phoenix": A suspiciously perfect bag of grapes. Like delicious, juicy, tender, firm... grapes, yes, the grapes. Good grapes.

Portgas D. "Fire Fist" Ace: The butter I've also yelled at my sister not to put in the fridge so many times. It's the toast butter! It's got, like, crumbs in it, so it can't be used for much else!

Gol D. "Gold" Roger: You know those plastic, reusable ice cubes? I have 8 million of them little bitches, they leak like hell, and I know that he'd, proudly, be one of them.

Silvers "Dark King" Rayleigh: The cheap-ass bottle of 10% wine I sippy-sip when I'm saddy-sad. He could be something of higher quality if I could afford it.

"Red Hair" Shanks: Near empty bottle of ketchup I have to shake and beat on the counter to use. Most likely separated and gross, but give it a few shakes and it's usable again.

Buggy "The Clown": Call me white, but he's a good potato salad. AND WHEN DONE RIGHT, IT'S REAL GOOD. He's the comfort of potato, the crunch of pickle, and the miracle of miracle whip.

Dracule "Hawk Eyes” Mihawk: A bottle of apple juice that looks and smells like it's been fermenting for twenty years.

“Sir” Crocodile: Dill relish looking ass that is mostly juice instead of the pickles. However, usable in many dishes.

Boa “Pirate Empress” Hancock: My niece is just learning why some foods have to go in the fridge and will stick things in there when no one is looking to help, so Boa is the packet of double stuff oreos I have been looking for all day.

Donquixote Doflamingo “Joker”: Gross bitch can be my father's sour kraut for all I care, I don't eat it and I ain't touching this man with a ten-foot pole.

Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinate: Chocolate-covered strawberries in a bag that has been sitting next to a bag of raspberries, which now I can't eat either of them because I'm allergic.

"Revolutionary Chief of Staff" Sabo: Thirteen different miniature hot sauce bottles that came in a large kit, all different levels of spice and flavor... Go, white boy, go.

"Pirate Princess" Nefertari Vivi: Pretty spring fruit cocktail, with watermelon, cucumber, and cherries. I bought that bitch at public!

Bartolomeo "The Cannibal": A half-eaten watermelon that is mostly just the rind left.

"Ghost Princess" Perona: A brand new bottle of apple juice I just opened and won't let ferment!

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Thomas and Friends: Tales from Sodor (Story 41): Skiff and Bulstrode

Narrator: Skiff and Bulstrode

Scene opens with Skiff, on his Chassis, as Captain Joe uses an oar to scoot around Skiff

Narrator: Skiff is a Sailboat that go on Rails and Water, when he came to the Island, he was used by a pirate

Flashback cuts to SLOTLT, back when Skiff was used by Sailor John

Narrator: Nowadays, after getting a Second Chance, Skiff now works at Arlesburgh Harbor, giving passengers Tours on both rails and in the water

Skiff: Wahoo!

Scene cuts to Brendam Docks, where Bulstrode is being unloaded

Narrator: And Bulstrode is a Barge, he delivers goods to and from Brendam Docks, when he first arrived, he worked on Thomas's Branchline until he had an accident

Flashback cuts to Special Attraction

Narrator: But after getting a second chance to work again, Sir Topham Hatt relocated Bulstrode to work at Brendam Docks on Edward's Branchline

Bulstrode: Easy does it Cranky, watch those Milk Churns from the Mainland

Cranky: I will! *he turns to bring the Milk Churns down*

Skiff: *arrived at Brendam Docks* Hello, Dockyard Team!

Salty: Ahoy Skiff! What brings you here?

Skiff: Oh, showing passengers the sites, I am a Railtour Boat after all

Bulstrode: A Railtour boat, that's a new at first!

Skiff: Oh, hello, my name is Skiff! Who are you?

Porter: Oh that's Bulstrode, he was once a bad tempered barge who worked on Thomas's Branchline, until he had a terrible accident

Skiff: Oh my!

Carly: Yes, after that terrible accident, he was relocated to the beach

Big Mickey: But years later, Sir Topham Hatt gave him a second chance and he was repaired and brought here at Brendam Docks, here on Edward's Branchline

Skiff: Oh, that's nice of Sir Topham Hatt, he gives those another chance

Bulstrode: Hmmmm, yeah *he sails away*

Skiff: Oh, hopefully we can become friends

Scene transitions to Skiff, now on the water, sailing

Narrator: Later, Skiff was sailing through the water, until he saw Bulstrode again

Skiff: Hello Bulstrode!

Bulstrode: Oh, it's you, the Sailboat on Rails, your now in the water?

Skiff: Of course, I take tourists on the sea! What are you doing?

Bulstrode: Taking Coal to Brendam Docks, this is coal from the Mainland

Skiff: Oh, can I help?

Bulstrode: Sure, you can go away *he sails away*

Skiff: *disappointed* Aw...

Scene transitions to Skiff, sailing on his chassis

Narrator: Later, Skiff was rolling down the line, until he saw a man with a Red flag

Captain Joe: What's the problem?

Man: Bulstrode ran out of fuel, he's stranded out in the sea!

Skiff: This looks like a rescue! Let's go Joe! *he rolls as the wind blows through his sail*

Captain Joe: Wait Skiff! We haven't thought thought of a plaaaaaaan!!!

Skiff sailed onto the water and sails to Bulstrode

Skiff: Wahoo!!!

Scene transitions to Bulstrode, out of Fuel and stranded

Bulstrode: Why didn't I listen?

Skiff: Fear not Bulstrode, Skiff is here to the rescue!

Bulstrode: How would you pull me?! Your too small!

Skiff: Small boats can do big things! Hook him up Joe!

Captain Joe secures Skiff's Anchor on Bulstrode

Captain Joe: Heave ho Skiff! *he grabs the oar and began to row*

Skiff: Don't worry Bulstrode, I'll get back to Brendam Docks in no time!

The wind blows onto Skiff's sail, despite Skiff being Small and not strong enough to pull Bulstrode

Bulstrode: Oh forget it Skiff, your not strong enough to- *he felt Skiff's anchor pulling him* Oh, what are you doing?!

Skiff: Told you, Small boats can do the big things!

Bulstrode: Hmmmmm

Skiff sailed as he pulled Bulstrode all the way to Brendam Docks

Skiff: Next stop, Brendam Docks!

Scene transitions to Brendam Docks, as Thomas, Salty, and Porter all waited for Bulstrode

Narrator: Later, at Brendam Docks, Thomas waited to collect the coal, until

Skiff: Land ho!

Bulstrode: Ah vast land lubers!

Thomas: Skiff?!

Skiff: Hello Thomas, look at me, I'm able to pull Bulstrode all the way here!

Cranky: Well I'll be *he lifts Skiff out of the water and lowers Skiff back onto the ground*

Porter: I got him *shunts a flatbed for Skiff*

Skiff was placed onto the Flatbed

Sir Topham Hatt: Well, I'm surprised that you brought Bulstrode here on your own without needing Captain's help, I'm surprised you did it Skiff!

Skiff: Oh, thank you sir!

Sir Topham Hatt: To prove your heroic action, you are a Really Useful Sailboat!

Skiff smiled as he was praised

Skiff: Oh, hey Bulstrode! What do you say, Friends?

Bulstrode: Friends!

Scene transitions to Skiff, back on Railtour Duties on Sea

Narrator: Later, Skiff and Bulstrode became good friends, Skiff remains to carry passengers

Scene cuts to Bulstrode, picking up Oil Drums at Arlesburgh Harbor

Narrator: And Bulstrode remains his deliveries to Brendam Docks

Skiff: Hello Bulstrode!

Bulstrode: Ahoy Skiff!

Narrator: The Sailboat and The Barge became good friends

Steam Clouds rolled in

Story End

#thomas and friends

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“Hope Romeo hasn’t been giving Sir Topham Hatt too much trouble, it’s been a few days since I’ve last seen him.” Darius said worryingly. Darius and Flying Scotsman were on their way to Elsbridge to meet up with the others. The small town was the ideal meeting spot as it was connected to Thomas’s branch line and was a frequent connection for the main line engines like Gordon. “Ah yes, the job of being an older sibling is never done. You look away for one second and your sibling gets themselves streamlined and is racing down the track without their safety valve.” Scotsman chuckled. “Wait Scotty, you have a younger sibling? Who”? Darius asked surprised. “None other than Gordon of course”! Scotsman replied. “No way! That’s so cool!” Darius grinned. A thought crossed Darius’s head. “We should start a big brother club.” Darius said. “A big brother club? What does one do in a big brother club”? Scotsman asked intrigued. “In a big brother club, we get to hang out, complain about our younger siblings being annoying, and relish in being the alpha sibling. But the most important rule is that we look out for our little sibs” Darius said. “Sounds fun”! Scotsman said. Eager to boast to Gordon that he was part of the big brother club, Scotsman sped ahead, paying little mind to what was on the track. Further up the line there were crates of fruit on blocking one line and a crate of pillows blocking the other, the signal man had set up a red flag to warn engines of the danger up ahead, but Scotsman was too caught up in his thoughts to notice. Darius saw the red flag and applied Scotsman’s breaks; however, Scotsman’s speed prevented him from stopping sooner than he liked and ended up smashing into the crates of fruit. The fruit flew everywhere, and some had ended up splattering on Scotsman. His funnel became clogged, and a banana peel landed right on his nose. Gordon and Romeo had been on their way to meet Scotsman and Darius when the accident happened. Scotsman’s crash had also ruined the crate of pillows, which released the feathers stuffed inside. The feather’s spread all over Gordon, making him look like a giant chicken. “Oh, the indignity”! Gordon groaned as he spat out some feathers. Romeo jumped out of Gordon’s cab. “Flatten a funnel! Didn’t you guys see the hazard signal”? Romeo asked upset. “We did, Scotty why didn’t you slow down”? Darius asked. “Well, I was sort of distracted with the big brother club to see the flag.” Scotsman sheepishly admitted. Darius was about to scold Scotsman, but before he could Romeo interrupted. “Hold up, big brother club? Gordon, I thought you just told me the other night that you were the older brother.” Romeo confronted. “I am”! Gordon replied.

“But Scotsman told me he was the older brother.” Darius said. "Well which one is it”? Romeo asked. “I’m the older one”! Both Scotsman and Gordon shouted simultaneously. Darius face palmed. “Okay, this is getting ridiculous, Scotsman we’ll talk about this later. Right now, we need to get this mess cleaned up before we cause even more confusion and delay. Understood”? Darius said. “Yes, sir.” Scotsman and Gordon said as they each puffed on in disgrace.

#ttte #thomas the tank engine #thomas and friends #ttte flying scotsman #flying scotsman #sodor #ttte gordon #gordon the big engine

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A GOLDEN SOUL - Chapter 7 - Little Scott

Thomas is concerned about Gordon, Green Arrow helps Tornado up Gordon's Hill, Little Scott meets big Scott and Mallard plans.

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Green Arrow slowed as he saw the Stationmaster at Wellsworth flag him down, his red flag frantic.

“Hello, sir, what seems to be the problem?” He asked.

“I need a banker engine to push an engine up Gordon’s Hill and Edward isn’t here today,” he said and Arrow rolled his eyes.

“Is it Gordon again the bloody fool?” Arrow said with an annoyed tone.

“It’s not Gordon for once, it’s Tornado,” the man said to him and Arrow looked surprised.

“Oh, I see, I’ll happily lend her a buffer sir,” he smiled and the stationmaster nodded and he was uncoupled from his goods train.

He found Tornado sitting in the middle track looking very sorry for herself.

“Need a push Ms Tornado?” He greeted her and Tornado instantly perked up at his appearance.

“Oh! I wasn’t expecting you, I’m sorry, Edward is usually my banker,” she mumbled very flusteredly. Green Arrow simply chuckled.

“It’s okay, Edward is busy elsewhere on the Island today, the Wellsworth Station Master asked me to assist you if that’s alright?” He asked and Tornado blushed.

“I um, yes! I’d like that thank-you Arrow!”

Arrow smiled as he positioned switched tracks and positioned himself behind her.

“Ready?” He asked and Tornado seemed to perk up.

“Ready!” She called brightly. Arrow could hear the smile in her voice and smiled himself. A happy Tornado always brightened his day.

With a powerful shunt, Green Arrow began to push Tornado and her heavy coaches up the huge incline with surprising ease. He was a lot stronger than Edward, Tornado noticed almost immediately. Then again, Arrow was a smaller version of Gordon or Scotsman and he was a lot bigger than James, so it made sense.

It didn’t escape the both of them that the last time they’d been in a similar position, Tornado had almost fallen down a collapsed mine and been lost. Green Arrow’s boiler had almost exploded from the shear strain it had taken to save the Peppercorn, but thankfully it hadn’t and one of his seams had ruptured only causing a burst.

The rebuild he had received from Sodor had made him feel as though he’d just awoken to the world and Sir Gresley was standing before him with a group of proud and cheering men. His designer had been so pleased, so impressed with him.

“We haven’t talked to each other since you got your boiler fixed,” Tornado said, trying to start up a conversation.

“No we haven’t,” Arrow acknowledged. “I do miss you Tornado, I hope we can speak more often in the future. If Ms Olivia says it’s okay that is.”

“Ms Olivia and I spoke,” Tornado said. “She’s lifted her ban on me seeing you. You can talk to me if you want.”

“Ah grand, grand!” Arrow remarked joyfully. “You shouldn’t feel bad about what happened Tornado, I’ve moved past it and I know that you’re sorry. So please, feel free to approach me if you wish.”

“I said I wanted to work on becoming your friend again and I will,” Tornado said. “I’m sorry if I’m a little distant these days, there’s a lot on my mind.”

“That’s okay, I know that you’re dealing with a lot of stuff, especially Flying Scotsman’s, erm, special condition shall we say.”

~~~

#ttte golden soul #ttte fanfic #ttte young iron #ttte tornado #ttte flying scotsman #ttte gordon #ttte thomas #ttte green arrow #ttte city of truro #ttte mallard

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REKHHA I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE. I CAN'T- MY BOYFRIEND IS- HE'S SO UNPREDICTABLE AND I CANNOT LIVE LIKE THIS ANYMORE.

Okay so I've been showing my boyfriend the TR anime, and we finished most of the episodes. I wanted to show him some manga panels that I rlly like, so I was flipping through my tr book, and we passed a pic of sanzu, and my boyfriend was like "wait, wait, go back 😮 !!" so I went back to the panel of sanzu, and I basically answered most of his questions about sanzu, and once we finish talking about him after like 5 mins, I start like flipping the pages again and while I'm doing so, in the most curious and nonchalant voice, I hear my boyfriend next to me go "I bet it's probably rlly huge." WHAT??? YOU BET WHAT IS HUGE?? 📸📸📸📸 EXPLAIN THIS LUDICROUS BEHAVIOR RIGHTT NEOWWW

like, hello??? you can't just say that oughta nowhere 😭😭 like I'm glad you like haruchiyo but c'mon now, not mention I'm eating a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch, like you didn't have to say that during my snack and relax time, sir. now go do the dishes as ur punishment.

show your boyfie mucho cause now that's a big dick. giggling tho cause that's what happened with me and my little sister, she was reading the bonten arc for the first time, and when we got to the part where they introduce bonten sanzu (where he eats his pill & all)

and i was telling her about him "himm!!! he's so crazy he's insane he's like sooo nuts bro like you gotta stay away from him. he would chop anyone's head off no hesitation" and she's not responding to me. she just nods like ohh mhm mhm — and i didnt think anything of it at that moment, but later that night she was like "heyy.... so uhhh what was the pink haired guy's name again? sanzu?"

i say yes "yeah the crazy one right" and she's like "yeah... i think he's cute. i want him" BROOOOO I LISTED ALL THE RED FLAGS FOR YOU??? 😭😭😭 i love sanzu tho he's my little sugar cookie<33 just a little out of his mind but my sweet lil sugar cookie baby nonetheless!

#‶ ೫ ₊ love letter.#‶ ೫ ₊ me agápi — xyho.

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I have a commission! Which means research which means notes which in this case means liveblogs!

Got one Batman:TAS episode to go through and a few Static Shock ones, so we’re starting with Batman because that’s the property I have the least experience with and will need to percolate in my little brain longer.

How the fuck do the cops in Gotham have a goddamn dirigible for this opener? Are helicopters too loud for the Gotham aesthetic, what the hell?

Actually, actual show time. We’re doing ‘Moon of the Wolf’.

Zoo security guard wandering around with what I have to assume is the most unassuming guard dog on the face of the earth (seriously, is that a fucking labrador?), dog starts growling, man’s immediate response is ‘what is wrong with this dog’ like dude this is your job

I’m thinking if your guard dog is looking to lunge at a jogger going by you need to invest in a new guard dog. I mean we know better as the audience, there’s trouble afoot and the jogger is just wrong place and time, but these fuckers don’t and that should be a red flag.

Welp, that is certainly a werewolf. Very typical ‘big, furry, mannish wolf’ design. The glowy green eyes are a nice touch, and the long pointed ears. I specifically need to note these things because there’s going to be contrast between types of werewolf in this piece and yeah, this is pretty far from my werewolf design from my last SS piece which was more of a ‘wolf stretched over a human framework’ sorta deal. Think I’ll be able to get some good interplay.

No tail, can’t remember if I gave Richie a tail but that’s for the reread I’ll be doing as part of my non-episode research so, just good to note.

Got a bit of a bat-ish look from the angle I’m paused at, with all the teeth seemingly at the front of the mouth and the big ears, the hunched posture. Let’s see if they go anywhere with this...

That dog was here to fight a werewolf right up until he got launched like 30 ft due south. Like ‘yeah fuck the human I’m out‘

I can’t be sure but it looks like this fucker has a sort’ve vaguely ape gait, with the long forelimbs being used in locomotion but it a distinctly ‘I’m not technically a quadruped’ manner...

“No! Stay back! Keep away from me!” Sir what were you expecting that to accomplish? It’s a fucking werewolf.

Batman shows up to fight the werewolf and the look on this thing’s face before he gets kicked in it, like “I’m not here to fight, I just wanna eat a security guard, why can’t I just live my life?”

Also will somebody get this fucker a napkin, drooling all over the place

Yeah, that’s definitely a gorilla-inspired gait, the bat sorta look, still very world with the full werewolf mane, is a nice design

This fucker really just chucked an unconscious man into a river to get him out from underfoot. And Batman immediately dives in to save the guy from drowning, because he does have at least one moral.

Werewolf watches this happen and just leaves. “Well if you’re just gonna fuck off then so will I, so there“

Okay I like this bit right here, Batman having to read a guy’s nametag and being audibly unsure about the whole thing as he addresses him. That’s just fun to see from Mr Always On Top Of Things

“You’re a very lucky fella” Bruce his dog abandoned him, he was attacked by a werewolf, he almost drowned

Bruce, we do not interrupt people, which yes I know a cop is not a people but you seem to think they are so the point still stands. Let Gordon make his call then address him, it’s not like you’re that worried about the werewolf getting somebody else tonight or you’d be tracking it down right now.

“-a mugger in a werewolf mask” Oh Bruce you are in for a week. Also you don’t know it was a mugging. Looking at it even from your limited perspective I’d assume it was a much more serious act you were interrupting. Most muggers don’t knock fuckers unconscious and then pick them up, pick their pockets yeah but that’s like, kidnapping or murder territory. Especially given he then threw the fucker in the river, that does not sound like ‘he’s just a mugger’ to me.

Somebody stole a pair of timber wolves from the zoo. A breeding pair from the looks of it. Looks like either a pair of northern Rocky Mountain wolves or just the largest timber wolves ever born. Honestly just the largest timber wolves ever born either way given the male’s supposedly 175 lbs and the Rocky Mountain ones get up to 150. Female’s 148 and described as ‘medium’ sized. Ya know what, I’m just gonna say these are Dakota timber wolves, because I already write Dakota as being fucking weird.

(Actually have some Dakota-centric ideas in the head which is not good for a week with a commission but who knows, maybe shit’ll get worked in or maybe I’ll just write the Dakota shit later)

Wait no they straight up call then Alaskan timber wolves which makes even less sense because that subspecies only reaches about 100 lbs. So yeah, for the purposes of Achi Writings these are Dakota timber wolves. They’re listed as Alaskan because somebody was defrauding the zoo.

Batman notices he’s covered in fur, waves off his consideration noises with a “just had a disturbing thought, that’s all“. Guys I think Batman thinks somebody made a werewolf suit out the stolen wolves. I mean I doubt he thinks it’s an actual werewolf, though I’m open to being proven wrong.

*gasp* He does think it’s an actual werewolf! I don’t know why he jumped to that conclusion besides “you know what, it’s Gotham, this may as well happen”, but that applies to the ‘somebody stole a pair of wolves, skinned them, turned them into a werewolf costume, and it wearing it while they attack zoo staff’ concept so...

Watch, it turns out I’m right, those are Dakota wolves, Batman’s heard rumors about it and is just like “you know what, I wouldn’t be surprised-”

Batman really dropped the ‘what if he wasn’t wearing a mask’ bombshell and just immediately jumps out the window before Gordon can ask him if he’s finally completely lost his mind.

Ya know I was gonna be concerned for this presumably night watchman but now that I’ve seen his haircut, yeah just eat him

This werewolf is really tearing down a small building to get at this guy. Like I don’t blame you, his hair’s atrocious, but still.

Ah, okay, the man is I presume working with the werewolf. Why you would work with someone with hair like that I don’t know, maybe being a werewolf fucks with your sense of taste.

The transformation is quick but painful, it appears. Also has a timelimit for how long the fucker is wolf, it looks like. Yeah, I don’t think that’ll quite apply for the majority of fic purposes but for early stuff it’s important to know.

Mr Bad Hair, why the fuck did you have a werewolf committing a hit on a security guard? It’s Gotham, you couldn’t have just given some fucking street urchin a quarter to put a bullet in him?

Also it was a fucking murder attempt I was right, though not for the reasons I thought. Up yours, Bat, I’ve outdone ya

I would like to congratulate amateur photographer Bruce Timm for getting a rare photo of Batman in action, getting it in the paper, and being properly credited.

Sir, what is your damage?

‘Anthony Romulus’, gee, I wonder who the werewolf is.

(I do have thoughts in my head of some potential joking around between Virgil and Richie about how on-the-nose the names in places like Gotham are. No promises it’ll get into the work but the idea of Virgil joking about Batman’s real name being Vlad is just too good.)

Werewolf pledging millions to charity in exchange for a Batman encounter. Was already pledging a million just because (*cough*taxbreaks*cough*). Which honestly is better than most rich fucks, but still doesn’t earn him points until I find out how much he’s worth. The richer you are the bigger chunk I expect from you if you’re going to earn any sort’ve points for this shit. Also the charity isn’t given or even described it’s just ‘a local charity’ like dude come on.

Oh my god. I think I’m seeing why this guy is working with Mr Bad Hair. Fucker looks like Ruber from Quest for Camelot! Seriously! His great-something grandson running around getting turned into a werewolf, which honestly seems like something Ruber would approve of.

Man straight up admits he is donating money for tax purposes. Though he’s also talking to Bruce “yeah I’ve got more money than god but I donate it to charities tied to my family” Wayne so... Let’s see if we get any commentary. Come on Bruce.

Ah so he has decided on a charity, the Gotham United Fund. I was concerned maybe he intended to have them fight to the death for the 2.5 million.

Bruce doesn’t look best impressed but also isn’t saying anything. Come on Bruce, use your words. And who’s this chick they’re working out with, do you have a name, miss? You seem nice as one can expect from what I assume is another rich fuck, I don’t wanna have to call you by a silly alias if there’s another option.

No name for Miss Lady so I’ll just be calling her that until I get one.

Bruce is watching a documentary on Alaskan timber wolves. That won’t help, Bruce, they’re clearly from Dakota.

Meanwhile Alfred’s back there fixing up the Batmobile.

Bruce just shuts off the documentary partway through. There could be valuable information in there.

“The hairs check out as genuine wolf hair, but it could just mean shaggy was wearing an extremely fancy mask“ Sir, sir how fancy do you think werewolf masks get? Or are you coming to the ‘he might have skinned the stolen wolves’ theory because it is still very much there for you and very Gotham.

A dozen directions, what directions Bruce? We’ve seen one. Give us at least another.

Bruce being rude to his not-dad. Alfred raised you better than to not say thank you damnit.

Does Ruber II really have a little mini parthenon as a wing of his house? Seriously? Dude tone it the fuck down.

Swear to god it’s like if Ruber’s line bred with the Morningstars...

This man really locking Batman in his house and hitting panic buttons like, sir you know if Batman vanishes people are gonna look at you. And heavens forbid they find wolf hair because the police already have shit going.

‘I’m a busy bat, places to be, crimes to foil, you know how it is’

Batman sitting here fucking sweating, like sir, sir have you noticed you’re locked in? I hope so because otherwise you’re sweating over somebody writing out a check to charity.

Hold up I gotta check something- This motherfucker writing out a check for 2.4 million when he said 2.5, I know he’s probably not intending for it to leave the room but still. Principal of the matter.

Ah, the button did not just double lock everything it also fucked up the air or something. Werewolves are immune to gassing apparently. Wonder if it’s a specific gas or if they like, can’t be put under anesthetic and shit

Okay the werewolf I can get being immune to whatever gas is being used but wtf is up with you Bad Hair?

Milo. Bad Hair’s name is Milo. Honestly I’m tempted to use it because that’s somehow worse, but I don’t respect him enough for that.

Oh, having some regrets Ruber II? Gassing the hero of Gotham after trying to murder some random schmuck? Luring him in with a promise of millions to charity? No, wait, can’t be that you were talking about tax havens earlier.

Didn’t even bother with the mask, just took off the belt and chained him down as werewolf chow

Serious, what is Bad Hair’s deal? What is his motivation here?

Did you feel this torn up over killing Hamner, Ruber II? Or is ‘supercide’ where you draw the line?

Bad Hair holding a cure to werewolfism over Ruber II’s head. Like, dude you have enough money you know you can just lock yourself away during the full moon or whatever? If you can promise 2.5 mil to charity and are hanging out with Bruce Wayne odds are you can afford to set up a nice little space to spend your wolfy-time in. Talk to Bruce, he’s supposedly a nice guy, would help you find a cure that you don’t have to murder people for.

Remember kiddos, communication is key.

Flashback time

Man really said ‘I want to win so bad I’m gonna go to a mad scientist with the worst hair imaginable and take experimental drugs from him’.

Timber wolf steroids and estrogen. I’ve heard people call werewolves gender goals but this is taking it a bit far.

Ruber II deserves this shit, worse than his grandpa. At least that fucker tested shit on a chicken.

Bad Hair really was plotting werewolf-brand extortion from the start. Why, still no fucking clue

Got turned into a werewolf and still was only marginally better than the competition.

Ah, rich fuck bullshit. As in fucks becoming rich, apparently.

Man threw Bad Hair down a flight of stairs- objectively the right move- for the audacity of expecting payment- I know this is probably supposed to be ‘the werewolfness changed him’ but he’s a rich fuck so come on

Yeah, no way this man earned fame and fortune and won and Olympic class event all in under a month. Man was already rich and just got richer I promise you this.

Please tell me this man did not hear Bad Hair go “I can’t reverse the process but I can complete it“ and decided he would rather be all wolfy rather than like 15% wolfy.

Ruber II please tell me you are not surprised to find out the weird wolf shit turned you into a werewolf while you are standing there covered in fur and with sharp teeth and claws and pointy ears.

Man claims advanced werewolfism can be cured and this fuck just rolls with it again. Takes longer to decide but still just fucking rolls with it. Like, sir please. At least take a week to think on it, you may find out you like this shit.

End flashback

At least make him prove it is an antidote rather than just like, some super lycanthropy potion.

Oh look, it’s Hamner again. Hey dude. We gonna find out why people want you dead?

Okay is this another flashback or did somebody return the wolves? Also those are definitely not normal wolves.

Oh look, a cop. Hi cop. Do me a favor and look after this guy, I like him out of spite.

Why am I not surprised to find a Gotham City cop is going immediately to police brutality and threats of murder in the dead of night against a suspect. Why did I even dare to hope for a brief instant that maybe this show was trying to not pull that shit so much.

I know Officer Ass isn’t gonna get eaten or his head caved in but damnit I can dream. In fact I can make it happen. I am writer hear me roar. Officer Harvey Bullock, I’ve got your number

So Hamner took a couple grand in exchange for letting the wolves get stolen and then apparently returned and presumably was being killed as a witness.

You really gonna get pissed when the guy says for all he know the dude who paid him coulda been you? When you were just threatening to feed him to wolves for the crime of letting the wolves be briefly stolen? Yeah Officer Ass gets to die. Probably not on screen ‘cause I got thoughts in my head, but he’s getting eaten by a werewolf.

Come on, eat Bad hair

‘I’m going to taunt this werewolf and then stand there with the antidote in my head talking shit as he transforms- No wait, why are you attacking me?’

Bad Hair just because a shed dropped on him doesn’t mean you don’t wanna run

Bruce got himself free because of course, just before being attacked. Bad Hair, meanwhile, is pretending to be dead.

Cops in this city just assholes who can’t follow direction

Struck by lightning and fallen into the fucking river, what a way to get taken out.

Okay, so Bad Hair is alive and being taken to hospital, what about our fluff Ruber II?

“No trace of wolfie, we checked the shoreline for miles. But it four weeks there’s another full moon, then we’ll know for sure.” I’m- I’m sorry are they not even going to look for a body? Because it really sounds like the position here is ‘either this guy is alive and will attack in another month at which point we’ll handle it, or he’s dead in the river in which case fuck him our job is done’. Like, who sees somebody get struck by lightning, fall into a river and then just checks the shoreline for them? Even a monster, you’d at least want to trawl up the corpse!

It’s nice to have confirmation he’s not dead there at the end, but still. Nothing about Bruce’s reaction, I mean they knew each other? And we’re just gonna leave the PD being, that?

Officer Ass has to go. Other than that, I think I can play around with some shit here.

#achi liveblogs #hm....#gonna need to work on shit #got two more episode of shit to watch so I'm gonna be at this longer than I planned #intended to be done around dinner but that's seeming unlikely #so research may take longer than i'd hoped #but still #gonna make some lunch watch some werewolf crap #then liveblog some ss

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