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sugawarassoccerlover · 2 years

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a/n: very self indulgent thing because life is shit im tired god I need a hug warnings: depression, burnout, suicidal thoughts, suicidal ideation(everyones fine, no one dies), crying, angst genre: angst to hurt/comfort pairing: Sugawara x gn!reader

you had been barely making your way though the past week. you pushed through conversations and interactions with other people, trying your best to not concern your friends about your mental state. especially not Koushi. he's an ideal boyfriend, perceptive, caring, sweet, generous, sympathetic, and kind. however, lately you've been feeling as if you'd been taking advantage of those characteristics of his, and you felt awful for it.

so you were starting to do "better". journaling instead of venting to him, drawing on your arm or crying in your room instead of crying in his arms. going to your pet instead of going to him. not to say that you didn't spend time with him, you'd go on dates or just hang out with him if he asked, but no time was spent concerning you.

you did what was necessary, even more than what was necessary actually. you planned for the next school year, went to work and did everything that was asked of you, helped your friends and family with their jobs, their problems, and helped them plan their own weeks. you babysat for some friends and family members when asked, and even ran errands for others.

not to mention in your family, you had to be the parent. you had to mediate and calm things down when things when wrong. you had to care for your siblings when something was happening. you had to control and handle the conversation with your parents if anything were to be accomplished.

though you kept yourself busy, nothing ever really stood out to you, each day feeling bland by the end of it. you never knew what day it was, or how much time had passed, time just stopped feeling real. you were getting tired. exhausted even. what went from helping out occasionally turned into giving your own life to be at everyone's beck and call. you rarely had time for yourself, not that you cared. however, everything you had been doing started to catch up with you.

you found yourself laying in bed one... what day was it? Saturday maybe? not that it mattered anymore. you were so tired, so done. you knew you were being used, and you were sick of it, but you didnt know how to put your foot down. you felt like you'd be a terrible friend or person in general if you ever told anyone know. as you started to go in a downward spiral of feeling trapped, a frighteningly satisfying thought popped up in your mind. you could just end it.

no one ever requires anything of a dead person. the more you thought about it, the more you felt as if it was necessary. you didn't even feel sad, no remorse, no fear, just exhaustion. you wanted to be done with this. with life. sighing, you thought to yourself how pitiful you were. you were going to end it over being tired. you cursed yourself. weak, stupid, idiot. how come people can handle more pressure than me? oh well. you wouldn't have to think about it for too long. just keep going, maybe even enjoy yourself until you're gone. you thought you'd give yourself maybe a day or two.

"y/n?" came your boyfriend's voice from the hallway of your apartment. you nearly forgot you had given him your apartment key, so that must have been how he got in.

oh shit.

you cleared your throat. "oh hey babe!"

"I've called your name like seven times now, are you alright?" Koushi frowned as he stepped in your room.

he looked... nice. did he prep himself up for something?

"oh yeah, I'm good, just tired," you forced a smile.

"just tired? darling I sent you text reminders of our date and you didnt even read them." you froze. "our date"?. shit. shit shit shit.

"I'm so sorry," your voice broke, emotions you had kept inside beginning to bubble to the surface.

"it's alright, don't worry about that, i just want to make sure you're okay." Koushi smiled warmly, taking a seat on the edge of your bed.

tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. you completely forgot about your date, therefore didnt bother to get ready, didn't even respond to your boyfriend, but he's concerned for you? shouldn't he be mad?

"love, you look like you're about to cry," his eyes softened. "what's wrong?"

you bit your lip, avoiding eye contact with him. you'd spent all this time making sure you wouldnt bother your boyfriend, yet here you were. you forgot about the date and now you were going to cry in front of him. what a way to fail.

it started with only one tear falling down your cheek, but the next thing you knew, you were sobbing. Koushi's eyes widened. he moved closer to you, holding your face in his hands and wiping your tears away with the pads of his thumbs. his heart shattered at the sight of you so distraught.

"hey, what's wrong?" he asked softly.

you desperately looked at him for a moment, before another sob escaped your lips and your face fell into the crook of his neck. Koushi wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you closer. one arm came up to carefully cradle your head. He quietly shushed you, gently almost like a child. he pressed soft, comforting kisses to the side of your head as you continued to sob.

"I'm here now, baby," he whispered, beginning to trace shapes into your back. "I'm here. you can let it out."

it didn't take long for Koushi's comforting mannerisms to have you calmed down to sniffles.

"I'm sorry," you whimpered. "I ruined our date, I'm so sorry."

he pulled away from you for a moment, to place his hands on the sides of your face, making you look at him. "hey. its okay. I don't want you to feel bad about that, alright? I'm not upset. I just want to make sure you're okay." he gently stroked your tear stained cheek with his thumb. "so please, tell me what's wrong."

you took a shaky breath as you tried to collect yourself. "I don't... um. its, a lot." you looked down, tears re-forming in your eyes.

the grey haired man grabbed your chin, saying softly. "it's alright. I want to hear all of it, no matter how long it takes, okay? this is what I'm here for, baby."

his words made all the emotions bubble up again. you were going to end your life soon, but here you were, worrying your boyfriend. tears pooled in your eyes as you made tentative eye contact with the former setter. looking at you, Koushi realized your gaze was so... hopeless? empty? it seemed as if there was so much behind that gaze but also almost nothing at all. he felt a sinking feeling rise in the pit of his stomach. he didn't want to jump to conclusions or freak out over a hunch, but he wanted to make sure you're okay.

"babe. are you..." he trailed off, not sure what to say or how to ask. "are you safe?"

you froze. "what d'you mean?"

Koushi breathed deeply. "I mean are you... you don't plan on doing anything do you?"

cue sobbing session #2. you didn't want it to get to this point. you never did. you barely noticed Koushi carefully scooping you up into his lap, holding you close. he himself nearly wanted to cry, seeing you so hurt, so broken like this without him knowing. he buried his nose in your hair while he traced shapes into your back with his fingers.

"I'm so tired Ko," you said through a hiccup. "I'm tired of being everyone's errand person." you were fumbling with your words but somehow your boyfriend understood you. "I'm tired of being everything for everyone when I can't be enough for myself, I just want to be done. I can't keep this up anymore."

you had put so much effort into keeping up an appearance of being alright and being sure that he wouldn't worry, but here you were a sobbing mess in Koushi's arms.

"baby it sounds like you're burnt out. you've been taking on way too much. I know you're capable and you love helping people, but you gotta look out for yourself too. you can't help everyone if you're only running on fumes," he wiped a few of your tears away with the pads of his thumbs. "you're allowed to rest you know."

"I just... I don't know how to stop, I don't know if I can stop but I can't keep going either." you hiccuped.

"let me help you then. how about we take today to give you a break? and then we can work on some things together, hm?" he offered.

"are you sure it's not a bother?" you asked quietly.

"love. I wanna be here for you. you can always come to me if you're feeling like this or if something happens. if you want space that's great too, but please angel," he paused to look at you. "please tell me if you need anything."

"thank you Koshi."

"anytime, y/n. I love you so much."

"I love you too."

Koushi pressed a soft, loving kiss to the tip of your nose before suggesting, "how about we take a nap, and then we can go to that bubble tea shop you love? after that we'll see what I can help you with."

you nodded.

a/n: idk how to end this lmao so yeah hope that was good, have a great day lovelies.

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michu-writes · 2 years

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OK THIS HAS BEEN IN MY HEAD FOR SO LONG BUT MAIN 4 (SP) AND BUTTERS WITH A GHOST S/O THATS ATTACHED TO THEM (like,, if they go too far from them they start fading) AND WHEN THE S/O FINALLY HAS THE CHANCE TO MOVE ONTO THE AFTERLIFE THEY DECIDE TO STAY ?? TYSM ^^

A/N: I LOVE THIS SO MUCH WHAT?? I hope you like this, sorry for the wait!!! Btw this is not read proof because I’m too lazy so sorry if there’s any spelling mistakes and stuff-

Stan Marsh

• He never really thought he'd... Have a ghost as a s/o to say the least. He kept it a secret of course, and only really told Kyle. Stan knew that Cartman could NEVER hear about it, and you know why. As for Kenny, he'd just try to hook up with you too, it doesn't matter if you're a ghost.

• At first, he started to freak out the first time he saw you just appearing randomly in class beside him out of thin air. He thought he was just seeing things, you looked the same age as him, but he couldn't recognize you. So he just kinda ignored you. But when he realized you were actually a ghost, he wanted to know more about it. Like how you died, how it is to live as a ghost, etc.

• He was quite sad and shocked the way you died, he felt really bad for you even though he didn't really know you. But knowing that all your loved ones can't be around you anymore, that you can't really interact with the living anymore without freaking them out, that must be tough.

• Knowing that you have to stay near him or you'll fade, that could be a bit awkward at times. That means you basically have to be with him everywhere he goes, and literally EVERYWHERE. He was a bit annoyed by it sometimes, but grew used to it as time passed.

• And then sooner, you guys became friends, to good friends, to best friends, to eventually partners. Sure, he was unsure of the relationship, I mean a ghost dating a human? That's just... I dunno. But he doesn't care, and so don't you. He'd probably just run up to Kyle and be like "DUDE!!! IM DATING THAT GHOST NOW!" "What the fuck."

• But once walking home from school with you floating beside him, you came to tell him this awesome piece of information; "Stan! I'm finally able to move onto the afterlife!" you said excitingly, but almost disappointingly too for some reason. "Really? I'm happy for you, (y/n). You can finally escape from this hell hole, haha." He gave you a soft smile, which was a bit crooked of sadness. "....Yeah, I guess." Seeing that pouty look on your face, Stan asked what was wrong. When you said that you didn't wanna leave him, that you actually did want yo stay, he was so confused, but couldn't help but feel a bit fluttery inside. "What? Isn't it better to just go to the afterlife instead of being in a world where no one else than me can literally see you?" "Yeah, but I wanna be with you! I don't wanna leave without you, you're the first human I've interacted with after a long time, and I can't just throw it all away!" He was shocked and surprised, but really happy that you still wanted to stay with him. Honestly, everything would just go back to the shitty things like they always were without you, everything just has been way more interesting and fun now that you were here.

• He likes you a lot, and would do anything for you to not regret you decision.

Kyle Broflovski

• Imagine you were this one kid in class that no one really brought any attention of, like you were just invincible most of the time. People only knew you as quiet and weird kid of class. Though, one day you just disappeared. No one knew what happened, but then the news came. You died. How? They don't know, the school has kept your cause of death as a secret to not cause any harm for anyone, and that led for it to start a bunch of rumors about you. Saying that you died by accident, murder, hell even suicide. It was sick, Kyle thought it was sick on how people could just say that about a dead person. Sure, maybe some of it can be true, but it's still kinda fucked up.

• Then, there was this certain rumor that had everyone really spooked, even him. They said that those entering the class could feel your presence and hear your voice whispering to your ear quietly, they couldn't hear most of what you were saying, and that you were giggling and laughing. Though, it was just a dumb rumor, right? It's nothing too crazy.

• Yeah, no. He could literally see dark shadows of you everywhere and hear you whisper and everything what the rumor was saying. He thought he lost his mind. Everywhere he went, he could always feel you around him all the time. And when he finally got sick of it, he went off.

"Alright, (y/n). Just what the fuck are you doing!?" And no response.

"I know you're here, stop fucking around and let me fucking see you!" After still a few seconds of silence, he could see you slowly appear in front of him. He couldn't really recognize you at first, but it hit him eventually. The only thing that really changed was that your hair seemed to have grown a bit and that you look a lot more paler than usual, and that you're a ghost obviously.

• "Holy shit--!" "Yeah... Hello Kyle." He didn't know what to say, he didn't really expect you to come out. But there you are, standing right in front of him. So the rumors are true.

• He had so many questions after that too. He couldn't believe that you're a ghost. He thought he actually needed help. But it all passed eventually, and you became friends. When you said that you had to stay with him, that you're connected to him and can't who far away from or you'll fade, he thought it was hilarious but also kinda confusing and weird. Does that mean you have to watch him on the toilet and talk to his friends? Hell nah.

• But he felt really powerful around you, he could literally use it as an advantage to scare people off, especially Cartman. But of course, he really liked having you as a friend, you were actually fun to hang around with. He felt guilty for not ever having to talk to you when you were still alive, and that he just completely ignored you and literally just forgetting you were in the same class as him.

• But anyways, when you guys started to become closer and closer, he actually had a crush on you. A crush? On a ghost? That must've been the weirdest shit that ever happened to him. He'd talk to Kenny about this, and he'll be like "Woahhh. I mean they do kinda have a fat ass so I'm not really complaining." Then you scream at Kyle to punch Kenny in the nuts after that-

• But honestly, he knew a relationship with a ghost wouldn't work. Though it happened.

• It was a bit weird at first, but meh. It didn't really seem all that different to be fair.

• When you told him that you had the chance to move onto the afterlife, he got so sad. Do you really have to leave now? He'd do anything for you to stay, it was so fun to have you here. But then you say that you were still gonna stay with him? He couldn't help but let out happy squeals. He was so happy that you didn't leave, like he'd be nothing without you. He absolutely wouldn't like to not see you ever again, and he wishes that he could be there for you more back then.

Eric Cartman

• Since we're talking about Cartman, he'd be a total dick to you.

• Let's just take the same story as Kyle. He'd be the one who started the rumors.

• Would lay out pranks on you to make you fade away, but apologizes after it.

• Gotta admit that he'd be bummed that you have the opportunity to go to back to the afterlife, but acts like he doesn't care.

• This is all I got for him.

Kenny McCormick

• Gives the vibes of "Sex with a ghost" or whatever the song is.

• But anyways, imagine that you've met Kenny's ghost multiple times everytime he died, so he pretty much already knew who you are. You're also the only one who remembers his death, and he's happy about it. Just that you're a ghost...

• He definitely keeps it a secret between the two of you, that he can see you and such. He knows he would get picked on by Cartman and the others, and that they would probably not believe him either.

• Kenny probably doesn't even mind dying anymore, let alone being scared of it, because if he dies, that only means he can be closer to you as a ghost as well, but only for a day or two until he fkn respawns 💀. You're obviously worried and really shocked whenever you see him die, but yeah.

• Just like I said, he'll flirt with you even though you're a ghost. Oh, so you have to be close to him or else you'll fade away? That's just the best on his opinion. He'll be like "Close your eyes, I'm gonna strip naked right now." Or "Wanna see me pull out my 10 inch penis?" Like bro no-

• It's Kenny we're talking about though, not surprised tbh. But it does make you wanna punch him on the nuts if you were still alive.

• He's still very nice to you, it's only a tease.

• When it comes to the afterlife thingy, he doesn't care about your decision. Sure, he'd get sad if you left him, but afterlife is way better than staying here in the human world with him, so he wouldn't get mad or anything if you chose that instead of him. But when you did choose him, he was so happy and started to jump around and stuff. He thought he'd get lonely and skit without you, but now you're here to stay. Oh how much he wanted to hug you and toss you around, but can't-

Butters Stotch

• He'll be so scared of you the first time he saw you. Like he'll be running around and screaming like a chicken. He'd tell everybody about it, and Cartman would manipulate him into thinking that you're bad luck and it means that he'll die very soon because of being attatched to him. He'd get grounded by his parents too-

• But once you told him everything, he'll be like "Oh... I'm sorry, ghost. You know, Cartman is always messing around with me, so I'm sorry I thought that you were some kind of bad luck." And would probably ask to be your friend like 🥺

• Sometimes he forgets you're a ghost, and just starts talking really loudly whenever he's talking to you and everyone would look at weirdly, but he'd too busy talking to you to even notice. He's a really fun and talkative person, and he's really happy to have you here even whenever he's grounded.

• Butters would ask you anything about your past life, how you were, how you died, why you can't go to the afterlife, etc. He'd be really sad about you, considering the fact that you actually seemed like a friendly and nice person, he didn't want you to just pass in such a young age. Like that's just so sad. He'd even cry for you smh.

• But when he realized he had a crush on you, he'd immediately run over to the main four and ask for advice, completely forgetting that you were still there like "Oh lord.. What should I do, fellas? I can't date a ghost!" And Cartman would be like "Just go for it." And then secretly rip on him. And you'll just stand there behind him 🧍. Realizing you were there the whole time, he panicked and ran back home leaving the boys confused.

• That's how he met his ghost s/o <3.

• He'd start begging you to not leave him and come up with ideas quick when you tell him that you have the chance to move onto the afterlife, like he doesn't want you to leave. It was so much fun being around you, he was in the urge of tears, not letting you say a single word. You were the only friend who actually liked him. But when you did say you were gonna stay, he needed a lot of reassuring. He felt a bit guilty, but happy. He'll make sure that you're still loved even if you're a ghost, like no way is he wasting any other time. He admires you a lot, and he doesn't care if he gets bullied by it.

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samanthadalton · 3 years

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Star Crossed Lovers (part 14)

Do my eyes deceive me???? part 14???? we did it. im so sorry its taken forever, i will try my best to be more consistent with my writing. love yall for being patient with me it means the most. thank you, thank you.

warnings: throughout this fic there will be mentions of substance abuse, homophobia, sexual abuse, violence, NSFW, mentions of abandonment, depression and death including suicide

reader discretion is advised

warnings: angst, swearing (lots of it)

taglist: @drmmyrs @cloud9in @somewillwin @save-me-the-last-dance @baexpoppy @stanzoeywade @ognenniyvolk @thepotatobleh @crazzyplays @fall3ngods @helpconfusedpersonhere @clowneryme @dopeyouth @boys-girls-i-cant-help-it-baby @vonda-b-real @uselesslesbianfr @veenast @cloakanddaggerthings @somethindarker (sorry again if ive missed anyone, if you wanna be added on this taglist or my general one just let me know 😊)

word count: 4k (i feel like its short considering how long it took me to write but i still hope you guys enjoy) (also i didnt check for grammatical errors properly so sorry if you find any)

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11 part 12 part 13

The first steps to moving on

“Bea please,” Poppy whispers, a repentant look creeping up to her face as she looks away from her girlfriend. “It can’t wait.”

Bea sighs, her shoulders slumping as the last remains of her anger disseminates from her body. “Okay fine, lead the way babe.”

Poppy stiffens that the pet name but she doesn’t let her awkwardness slip as she leads Bea to a secluded classroom, far away from prying eyes. Both her and Bea turn to look at each other, and both simultaneously open their mouths to talk.

“I know you wanted to tell-”

“We need to talk-”

Both clamp their lips shut, a mutual smile playing on their lips as they look at one another.

“You go first,” Poppy gestures towards Bea, as she moves to sit on the edge of a desk.

Bea inhales softly, her tongue darts out licking her lips as she looks down at the ground, her face calculating. “Why does Chloe hate me?” She looks up to Poppy, her eyes boring into the strawberry blonde’s, sadness swimming inside of them, “I just don’t get what I’ve done for her to hate me.”

Poppy sighs heavily, her eyes awkwardly darting away from Bea’s. “It’s complicated Bea.”

“Complicated?” Bea lets out a humourless laugh, “I almost just went off on Chloe after she gave her condolences for my mom dying because I just felt she wasn’t genuine and you wanna tell me it's complicated?”

Poppy sharply inhales, contemplating for a few moments before saying, “it’s because of your mom.”

Bea scrunches her brows up in confusion, “my mom? What the hell does she have to do with this?”

Poppy ineptly plays with her hands, not being able to look Bea in her eyes, “at first it was just a classist thing. When you first came to Belvoire, she just wanted to make herself feel superior over you, but in the last year you’ve noticed her getting more mean right?”

“Right.” Bea stares at Poppy, her expression emotionless.

“Chloe’s parents have been fighting non stop recently, and it’s been affecting her a lot.”

Bea’s brows furrow in confusion, “what does that have to do with me or my mom?”

“Just let me explain first before you react, please.” Bea’s eyes bore into Poppy’s for a few seconds before she nods understandingly. “Her dad cheated on her mom. A lot of times actually. But he was blackmailed by one of the women he slept with.” Poppy pauses for a few seconds, “your mom.”

Bea lets out a shaky breath, her eyes blinking in disbelief, “no, you’re lying.”

Poppy nervously bites her bottom lip, “look Bea-”

“How long have you known?”

Poppy’s face scrunches up in anger, “this isn’t my fault Bea. I only found out that day I went to talk to Chloe about us. Chloe made me promise not to say anything to you-”

“Poppy! My mom OD and I don’t even know why. And now you’re telling me she was blackmailing the St James family and it doesn’t occur to you that might have had something to do with her death?”

“They’re not the fucking mafia Bea, jesus. They were trying to settle it quietly by giving your mom some money and make her sign some stuff so she couldn't threaten them anymore.”

The devastating ramification of Poppy’s admission hangs in the air as the two girls let the words settle into them. “Chloe really is sorry about your mom Bea, we all are.”

Bea sighs, staring off into space, as a few tears begin to fill up in her eyes. “I just don’t know what to do.” Bea begins sniffling, but Poppy makes no movement to console her girlfriend. Bea notices and her expression sobers, “so, uh what did you wanna tell me?” Bea sniffs a few more times, before looking up at Poppy, giving her a small encouraging smile.

Poppy looks away, guilt creeping up on her face, as she tries her damndest not to catch Bea’s small smile on her face. “Bea…”. Bea carefully assesses her girlfriend’s demeanour, noticing the similar body language during when they first asked to take a break, she thinks back to the last couple of days, she had barely heard from her girlfriend, and now she’s not affectionate, even after she almost had a mental breakdown in the middle of the hallway and her smile drops. “We have to break up,” Poppy says, her tone so monotone and dry as if she didn’t mean the words she was saying at all.

“I don’t understand,” is all Bea can muster, evidently hurt by Poppy’s admission. Poppy winces slightly at Bea’s tone, finally breaking her robotic demeanour as she lets out a few sniffles. “So is that it? We have to break up,” Bea retorts mockingly, “is that all I get after all these years?”

“Bea..” Poppy reaches out but Bea immediately takes a step back, tears flooding in her eyes.

“No,” she holds her hands up, “I don’t get it, things are going good, or at least whatever twisted definition of good we’ve made up. Where the hell did this come from?”

“Bea my dad-”

“Of course! Hayden Min fucking Sinclair had something to do with this. Why do you still live under his shadow? You talk all this shit about breaking out of your father’s prison and wanting to achieve your own goals but he sucks you back in.”

“That’s not fair Bea,” Poppy interjects, balling her hands up into fists in an attempt to subdue her trembling, “my dad has given me so much and he’s threatening to take it all away.”

“Yeah, all you have to do is get rid of me. Me or the Min Sinclair name.”

“Bea this is the life I have, okay I’m not like you, I’m not built like you.”

“So what? I can grow up without a dad and now without a mom but it’s okay because I’m used to pain and disappointment?”

“I didn’t mean it like that, you have a plan, things you can achieve, I need the Min Sinclair name, I’m nothing without it.”

“Wow.” Bea shakes her head, “So I just meant nothing?” Bea wildy throws her arms in the air, anger bubbling under the surface of her demeanour. “We’ve practically been together since we were kids. And you’re just gonna fucking throw that away? And for what? Fuck you Poppy.”

Poppy takes half a step back, dumbfounded by Bea’s outburst. She scrunches her brows, evidently hurt, “you don’t get it Bea. Even though your mom wasn’t the best, she still supported you, even if you didn’t know about it. My dad he- my mom what would she think?”

“Your mom? Poppy what kind of shit is your dad brainwashing you with? Your mom is dead! You have no idea how she would react to having a gay daughter, but I know she’s probably disappointed in you.”

“Fuck you Bea.”Poppy runs out of the classroom, tears streaming down her face, leaving Bea on her own.

“Shit,” Bea whispers to herself before throwing a bunch of punches at the wall, each more cathartic than the last until she can’t physically hold herself up anymore. Bea defeatedly slides into a chair, cradling her head in between her hands, letting the tears free fall, as reality begins setting in that she lost the one thing in the world that was her everything. Poppy Min Sinclair was her rock, the girl who she gave her heart to, the love of her life and just in a matter of moments it was over. Maybe it was too good to be true. The beautiful, perky popular rich girl and the girl who had almost nothing, complete polar opposites, it never should’ve worked. But time and time again when faced against the world they persevered so why was this time different? Poppy had chosen her namesake over the love of her life. She chose the life of glitz and glamour over the girl who gave her her entire heart. Bea feels her entire world crashing down, how much more heartbreak could she take? Was her life always going to be so hard? So full of hurt? Full of pain? She winces at the thought, her head hammering as she comes to the realisation that she understood her mother’s pain more than she thought.

….

Bea hops off her bike, parking it in front of her house, as she pulls her phone out to look at the time. ‘It’s lunch time,’ she thinks to herself. After the day she had today, school wasn’t the best option for her right now. She makes her way to her front door but stops in her tracks when she realises her front door is slightly ajar. Her survival instincts kick in as she effortlessly pulls out her pocket knife, carefully pushing the door fully open. As she steps into the living room, her eyes dart to the closed door of her mother’s room, but when she hears a creaking sound coming towards her bedroom, she cautiously moves towards the source of the noise, the grip on her knife tightening. As she creeps up, she sees the door of her room half opened, a hooded figure standing by her bed with their back facing her.

Bea stealthily sneaks up to the figure placing the knife a few inches from their throat before lowering her voice to a threatening tone, “who are you and what the fuck are you doing?” The figure gasps, dropping a bag that’s in their hands with a deafening thud before raising their hands in a sign of surrender.

“It’s me, it’s me,” the voice whimpers out.

“AJ?” Bea raises her eyebrows, retracting the knife from his throat while pulling down his hood with her other hand. “What the fuck are you doing?” Bea takes a step back while AJ scrambles grabbing the bag he just dropped moments before. When he turns to face Bea, his eyes are wide, filled with fear as he clutches the bag closely to his chest.

“I have to go,” he says as he attempts to run out of the room, but Bea pulls him back, her face crumpled in suspicion.

“No we’re not doing this, give me the bag now,” Bea snatches the bag out of his hands before he can protest and opens the zipper to find it filled with cash. She grits her teeth, anger settling into her features as she whips her head up to AJ, “is this my fucking money?”

“Bea, I- I can explain-”

“What the fuck AJ!” Bea throws the bag onto the bed, the cash spilling out as she jabs an accusing finger at AJ’s chest. “You’re stealing from me now? I haven’t seen you in god knows how long, you don’t call, text nothing. Even after everything that’s been happening in the last few weeks but you have the audacity to fucking steal from me? Money that I’ve spent years saving? Money that I’ve bussed my fucking ass off for, are you serious right now?” Bea’s voice is filled with rage as she’s practically screaming, her voice now thundering. AJ winces, guiltily averting his gaze to the ground, unable to meet Bea’s eyes.

“I’m sorry about your mom Bea, I wanted to visit-” AJ croaks out.

“But you didn’t,” Bea interjects, her voice lowered but filled with hurt. “And now you’re taking money- I mean what is so important you had to steal from me.”

AJ paces towards the bed, hanging his head in shame, when he speaks his voice is quiet, full of fear, “I’m in some bad shit Bea. These guys aren’t playing around.”

“I told you not to fall into the wrong crowd, I warned you this shit would happen.”

“Bea please, I’ll pay you back I just need it.”

“No! What the fuck, when will you pay me back huh? This is my college money, I’m not letting you give that away to your crackhead friends.”

“Bea please,” AJ clasps his hands together, his tone pleading, “I don’t know what to do.”

“AJ I have too much shit on my plate right now, I can’t deal with this. You need to find something else, I can’t help you.”

AJ’s face pales but he stands up, and makes his way towards the door, before leaving he turns to look back at Bea, “I’m sorry about everything.”

Bea keeps her eyes trained on her bed where the money is sprawled all over the mattress, “yeah me too,” she replies quietly. Bea hears the front door close and she collapses to the ground, letting the tears flow.

……

A few days later, Bea sits in her dark living room, curtains shut and lights completely off as she wallows in her sadness, drinking from a bottle of cheap beer, as she stares absentmindedly at the ceiling, so drowned in her thoughts she doesn’t hear the resounding knocks on her door until she hears a voice call out, “Bea! Are you there?”

Bea crumples her brows, forcing herself to stand as she makes her way to the door, she wearily makes her way to her front door only slightly opening the door before poking her head out. “Veronica?” Veronica gives the girl a wide smile before pushing the door more open, ushering the figure behind her into the house too, “Carter? What are you guys doing here?’

Veronica looks around the dark room, noticing the pile of empty beer bottles on the floor, “yikes, drinking on your own on a friday night Hughes? That’s really sad.” Carter stands near the edge of the living room, as if he’s an explorer, his eyes darting all over the living room as he assesses this new environment.

Bea on the other hand scowls at Veronica, “what the hell do you want Veronica, I’m not in the mood.”

Veronica frowns slightly, pouting her lips together, “we heard about you and Poppy.”

Bea rolls her eyes, “yeah well I’m trying to forget about her.” Bea picks up her beer bottle from the ground and makes a show by exaggeratingly drinking from the bottle until it's empty. She discards the empty bottle along with the other ones before turning to look at Veronica and Carter, “so if you’ll excuse me.”

Veronica steps towards Bea, wrapping her hand around the brunette’s arm, “we’re not here for Poppy stupid, we’re here for you.”

Bea raises an eyebrow, “for me?”

Veronica turns to look at Carter, beckoning him forward, Carter breaks out of reverie and clears his throat, “yeah uh, we wanted to take you to a party.”

“A party?” Bea looks between them confused, “I’m not that interested guys.”

“Wait, wait, wait Bea,” Veronica pleads, pulling Bea closer to her, “you’ve never been to a Belvoire party and the year is almost over, we thought we should take you to at least.”

“I don’t know guys,” Bea says skeptically, “a lot of people don’t like me.”

“Who gives a shit? You just had your heart broken and you need to let loose.”

Bea sighs, pulling away from Veronica, “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Come on, it beats drinking in the dark on your own.”

Bea sighs, dropping her shoulders, “what about uh Poppy?”

“Poppy?” Veronica arches a brow, “her and Chloe are staying in tonight, she said she needed to catch up on homework or something.”

Bea purses her lips together in thought before sighing, “fine.” Veronica cheers, “but,” Bea over enunciates, “only for a few hours and if I don’t like it I’m going home.”

“Okay, deal,” Veronica squeals, wrapping Bea in a big hug. Carter chuckles as Veronica gestures for him to join the hug, he awkwardly wraps his arms around the two girls, before pulling away.

“Okay, I’ll wait in the car while you girls get ready. Just uh don’t take too long.”

Veronica playfully rolls her eyes as she Bea towards her bedroom, yelling back “thanks Carter.” Giddy, she rushes to Bea’s closest, assessing her clothes until she finds a short red dress hidden in the back. “This!”

“No, no, no,” Bea shakes her head, pulling the dress out of the ombre-haired girl’s hands.

“Why not? It would look so hot on you,” Veronica’s eyes trail down Bea’s body, as she sharply inhales. “Bea, you’re single and sexy, stop holding yourself back okay?”

“I’m not,” Bea pushes back defensively, “I just-” she sighs heavily, “no one at Belvoire has ever seen me dressed up, I’m just- I’m nervous I guess.”

“Then we have to show them what they’ve been missing for the last three years,” Veronica gives Bea a devilish smile as she takes the dress from Bea’s hands, sliding the dress off the hanger before handing it over to Bea.

“Uh you gonna stay in the room?” Bea nervously wrings her hands together.

“Why, are you offering a show?” Veronica lifts a teasing brow, noticing Bea’s cheeks redden slightly, which prompts her to let out a small laugh, “I’m kidding, don’t worry I won’t look.” Veronica makes a show of raising her hands to cover her eyes. Bea laughs as she slips out of her clothes and into the dress, she awkwardly clears her throat, grabbing Veronica’s attention.

“Hey, uh help a girl out with her zipper?”

“Sure,” Veronica moves to stand behind Bea, her hands ghosting around Bea’s exposed back, her breath momentarily taken away. She sturdies herself and places one of her hands on the small of the brunette’s back while the other moves towards the zipper, zipping the girl up. Bea smooths the dress down with her hands appreciating herself in the mirror, “you look gorgeous,” Veronica whispers into the shell of her ear.

Bea’s face completely flushes red and slightly jerks at Veronica’s admission, “uhh thanks.”

Veronica notices the awkward shift in the atmosphere, and promptly changes the subject, “so where’s your sister?”

Bea sits in front of her mirror, a comb in her hand as she brushes her long locks, “she’s staying at a friend’s tonight.”

“Cool,” Veronica answers back but her tone falls flat. The girls bask in the awkward silence as Bea continues to get ready but when Veronica notices Bea struggling to do her winged eyeliner she breaks the silence. “Hey do you need help?”

Bea smiles bashfully, “yeah.” She rubs the back of her head with her hand, “sorry Poppy used to help me with my makeup.”

“Right,” Veronica’s face slightly falls but she quickly covers it up, ushering Bea to come and sit on the bed. “Come on, I don’t bite,” Veronica bites the bottom of her lip, “unless you want me too.” Bea laughs but obliges sitting on the edge of the bed. Veronica clambers onto her lap, her thighs settling on the sides of Bea’s legs, and in response, Bea’s eyes widen in surprise but she remains glued in her spot, too shocked to move.

“V, what are you doing?” Bea whispers, her voice attempting to come across as reprimanding but it comes out as breathy.

“Relax, I’m just doing your eyeliner.” Veronica plucks the wand from Bea’s hand and angles herself close to the brunette’s face, as she begins drawing on the wings on Bea’s eyelids. Bea steadies herself, as she feels the heat of Veronica’s body so close to hers and when Veronica is finished with putting the finishing touches on her eyelids, she hops off Bea’s lap, making her way towards the desk, scuffling through Bea’s makeup bag before taking up her place on Bea’s lap once again. “Now I think this colour would look good on you,”

“You don’t think it’s too much red?”

“Oh babe, red means power, dominance, you don’t wanna be thinking about Poppy the entire night, you wanna have all eyes on you Bea Hughes.” Veronica uncaps the lipstick, her eyes burning into Bea’s lips as she carefully applies the red colour to her lips. “Perfect.”

Bea smacks her lips together, evenly spreading the red on her lips. “Thanks V.”

Veronica’s eyes dart to Bea’s lips, her tongue slightly running along her bottom lips before she breaks out of her reverie flashing Bea a smirk, “don’t thank me yet, thank me when you’re having the time of your life at the party.” Veronica slides off Bea’s lap, holding her hand out, “come on let’s finish up because Carter’s been waiting for a while.” Bea smiles up at Veronica, taking her hand as she lets the ombre-haired girl pull her off the bed, as they continue getting ready.

………

Once they arrive at the party, Carter drops the girls off at the front of the huge house before telling them he will park the car. Veronica’s gaze darts to Bea, who’s nervously toying with her hands, looking up at the intimidating house, the lights blaring and as the music echoes throughout, the bass thumping in their ears. Noticing the nerves settling into her, Veronica slips into Bea's, giving her a reassuring squeeze, “hey, it’s okay, it’s just a bunch of drunk, preppy uptight teenagers, nothing you don't usually face everyday.”

Bea lets out a small laugh, “just in a big ass house,” she jests.

“Yeah, just in a big ass house,” she gives Bea a light squeeze as she starts pulling Bea into the house with her. Automatically, they’re met with stares and whispers, as the students look astonished at Bea, some appraising her outfit, while others are confused about her presence. “Hey, just stay with me okay?” Veronica whispers over to Bea. Bea nods, her eyes roaming the room. “I’ll get us drinks.” The ombre-haired girl gives Bea a reassuring pat on her arm and leaves her side and Bea walks into the living room, observing the difference between the vibes of the party between the north and the south. Her thoughts then move to think about Poppy, how Poppy would love going to parties in the north but Bea couldn’t find the appeal in it. Poppy. Poppy, who broke up with her. She’s interrupted from her thoughts by a tap of her shoulder, and Bea turns around to see Veronica offering her a red solo cup, Bea takes a sip and winces.

“What the hell is this crap?”

“Yeah for a bunch of rich kids, their taste in beer isn’t the best,” Veronica jokes, slightly nudging Bea.

“We have way better beer in the south side.”

“That I can agree with.” Veronica looks over to Bea who looks lost in thought, “hey what are you thinking about?”

Bea sighs heavily, “Poppy,” she mutters.

Veronica nods once, “right, yeah.”

“Poppy would’ve loved a party like this, big fancy house an-”

“Bea,” Veronica says, her tone slightly agitated, “this,” she gestures around the room, “is a no Poppy zone. That means we don’t think about Poppy, only about fun.”

Bea nods, “fun. I can do that.” Veronica lifts her cup in the air, “what are we cheering to?”

Veronica gives Bea a smile, “here’s to the first steps in moving on.” The girls tap their cups together before downing their drinks. “Now if we wanna get drunk, we’re gonna need a lot more of these.”

The party is still ongoing, and Bea sits in a circle with a few girls from the volleyball team and a few of the football team and other people she doesn’t recognise while Veronica sits beside her.

“Bea you look so pretty,” one of her teammates says.

“Yeah Bea your makeup is literally gorgeous,” another chimes in.

“Who knew strip tease can clean up well,” Ford jests, but Bea slumps her shoulders a little, remembering that these people are not her friends.

Carter enters the circle slapping Ford on the head as he goes, “shut up, Hughes is cool.” Bea gives Carter a nod of appreciation before looking down at the drink in her hands. Her thoughts move a million miles a minute, but there’s a constant one stuck in her brain, Poppy.

Veronica looks over at Bea, frowning. “Hey come with me.” She stands, excusing herself from the group and Bea follows her close behind.

“Where are we going?”

“We’re gonna play a private game of truth or drink.”

#playchoices #queen b #poppy min sinclair #poppy x mc #star crossed lovers #thank you for waiting #i promise to be more consistent #love you guys

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In the Dreams of Ashley: The Wind

The Five Part “In the Dreams of Ashley” series is done! Go read the others here! {Prelude} {In the Dreams of Ashley: The Wind} {In the Dreams of Ashley: The Fire} {In the Dreams of Ashley: The Water} {In the Dreams of Ashley: The Earth}

[ HEAVY, HEAVY CONTENT NOTES: nightmares, detailed suffocation, detailed freezing to death, suicidal idealization ; these next prompts about Ashley that will come out periodically will be exploring my own deepest fears in detail. ]

To dream that you are suffocating signifies that you are feeling smothered or oppressed by some situation or relationship. Something or someone is holding you back. You are experiencing a lot of stress and tension. Dreaming about freezing to death suggests that you are experiencing mental deprivation. You are not satisfied right now. You seem to be well surrounded but something is missing.

Ashley sat upon a cliff, taking in the sights before his group’s next mission. Nature was always something fascinating to him, especially while smoking. The day truly couldn’t have been better at the moment, finding some true peace here.

“Isn’t it beautiful?”

It really was - far more green than Thanalan, the air felt clean and crisp. He hadn’t registered that another voice spoke to him… until he did, of course, which was when he turned his head lazily up to face the Elezen woman beside him.

“It is, aye.” “That we were assigned out here - it makes everything feel like it’s moving in slow motion. Just how… peaceful and still it all is. I was lucky to be born out here.” “Yeah?” “Well, not here here, but in the area. I was thinking of seeing my brother before we left, he’s a farmer out further west.” “Is that right? I just assumed all you poor sods had nothin’ left.” Colette laughed, shaking her head. “Not me, at least! My brother’s still out here; and Ruta has family in Kugane as well. What about you?”

“No siblin’s, but both my parents are still alive. Ma’s a good woman, still in Ul’dah. Dad’s a right bastard, n’I’m not sure where he is now. Not that I’d want to know, really. What’s your brother like?” “Mm… well, last I saw him… you know, he kinda reminds me of Hunter. Quiet - but when he speaks it’s usually to prod at someone.” She laughed again. “You mean I can find me a Hunter that don’t look like he’s some half-auroch son-of-a-bitch? I think I’d like to meet ‘im.” “Aww~ you like him!” “Right, right; when he’s asleep, sure.”

The mischievous grin given to him said that he spoke too much - nothing could get by this woman and he knew it. “I’mma tell Ruta.” “Don’t you swivin’ dare.” “Aha! You admitted it!” “Swivin--”

“Mister… Tucker, right?” “Mm.” Ash didn’t even look up from the book he was skimming, only taking the roll from his mouth the flick the ashes off of. “We’re… looking for an expert in gathering information for--” “I don’t do that anymore.” “Sir, it won’t be much....” “You’re damned right it won’t be much, cause it ain’t happenin’. Now, you happen to have another reason you’re botherin’ me for? I’m busy.” He looked up at the official in front of him, eyes narrowing. He’d really hate to get up - especially just to leave. “You don’t… appear to be all that busy, sir.” “Look. I don’t want to be short with you - but you’re comin’ to me for help, you don’t really get a say in whether I’m busy or not. Just because I don’t move fast doesn’t mean I ain’t busy. I’m still healin’ from the last mission I did, and I don’t think I’ll be healed for a long while. So please… find someone else, aye?”

He had found himself wandering aimlessly into the colds of Coerthas - unprepared, of course. He was freezing in his boots, trudging through the snow with no coat. He shook it all off inside of the small tavern in the Observatorium - warming himself by the fire while the barkeep quipped something, something, not ready for the cold. He couldn’t hear him. It was drowned out by the sound of the wind in his ears that still rang even after he escaped it.

After that, he left again.

He found a way to scale the walls surrounding the town, sitting to watch the west. The massive monolith that crashed into the ground five years prior, frozen solid, gaining only even more snow. That’s where his eyes turned next, the snow; watching it with both interest and boredom. His dead expression seemed to freeze on his face with the ice and cold, though his eyes turned to the ground - the barely carved out path from traveling merchants and soldiers.

He watched as a woman left town, covered in a heavy cloak, trudging herself through the freezing mess; carrying with her a heavy pack. She seemed to struggle. Why the hells not?

He jumped from the wall - an idea he came to regret when he landed wrong, twisting an ankle. He shook it off… as much as he shouldn’t have, jogging (or more like prancing) through the snow to reach the woman.

“Hey - do you need help?” “Hm?” She turned around-- that face-- “Colette?”

What he got instead of his confirmation or denial was a flash - Colette’s body dropping near instantly, blood oozing from the bullet wound to her head. The first to fall - the first he could’ve saved.

When he came to from it - he was scaling down a cliff. When did he get here? All he could feel was his skin tearing from the ice and wind. It was black, peeling off, barely clinging to the rock he held fast to. He had to squint to look up, to keep the wind from tearing into his eyes as well. There was the Bridge of Faith, and Ishgard; what was he doing down here? Was he…? He did this to himself, by choice. Knowing that there was nothing down here but death… why didn’t he just jump? He couldn’t now, no - not while frozen, literally, in his tracks. His hands stuck to the rock like a child licking a lamppost.

It was so.. so cold, it burned. It hurt. It was so hot - he had to get out of these clothes, these stifling and stuffy clothes; but his hands refused to move. Not without the physical force he wasn’t willing to put in. All of that ice entered his lungs, he couldn’t breathe… he tried panting harder, tried to catch his breath. But the wind clogged his throat.

It burned, it was so cold…

He wanted to cry for help, in case anyone could hear him - in case anyone could save him from his mistake - but no words formed, only the gurgles of a frozen tongue. A frozen tongue also beginning to burn and numb.

He couldn’t take it anymore. The heat was too much. He ripped his hands from the ledge, blood sparing no hesitation to pour down his arms to freeze to the skin there. He had to tear them off, but he struggled to, without his working fingers, he couldn’t - he couldn’t. He wanted to cry, to scream, help, help! His tears froze, wind stinging, he couldn’t stand any longer…

The last vision he had was of the bridge, and a woman who stood upon it - looking down at him.

He snapped awake in the corner of the tavern, having fallen asleep from his exhaustion. He was panting, tears still stinging his eyes. The barkeep did nothing to disturb him. A nightmare, a gods-damned nightmare… he couldn’t have been any more thankful for it.

The pain... it felt so real.

#prompt #history will be written #about: Ashley Tucker #virtues and vices

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splatoonwritingproject · 4 years

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TarTar's Return: Chapter I

A thick presence of darkness covered an eerie room. It was coated with metallic air and a heavy teal glow barely illuminating such a chilling and haunted chamber. A single step could shake the dead silence like a pin dropping, and it did indeed.

An adult cephalopod enters, with a monitor semi-lightening up the room just a bit more, and yet the ambiance looked even more dreary. He sits in the chair before the monitor with a smirk slowly painting his face.

The monitor reboots. Steady and even footsteps suddenly dropped to yet another silence. The adult mollusk was ready. Whatever he had planned started to commence.

He pushes his glasses up, carrying the monitor's reflection. His lips curled back into a sinister smirk and his silky voice sliced the dense air one last time: "Now... we really begin, Commander [REDACTED]."

Skylar Toryoshi, also known as Agent 7, works as an agent and lives in the agents HQ. Despite the constant missions and colleges he had living with him, he was pretty lonely and like it that way. His quiet mannerisms keep his life in control in between the madness of the world that attempts to break him down. He loves the HQ. He loves his job, and it seems like the people who look up to the Squidbeak Platoon love him as well.

Keith, Aka Agent 8 was in his room. He's a poet, a quiet one at that. He was writing about something that happened a year ago during his time in the Metro. A television blared throughout the HQ. He was frustrated because he couldn't think, but he noticed the name of the HQ was being tainted. That grabbed Keith's attention.

A trainee was working with an agent for the time being was callee Tina, a young squid that was an aspiring weapon designer. She got off of her cute laptop and stepped downstairs to the main room and looks at the tv captured her undivided attention.

The New's was clicked on by Lucas, AKA Agent 6. He was just lying on the couch flicking through channels on the TV. He stopped on the news channel where the presenter was calling the NSP a terrorist organization. "Uhh, guys? You might wanna look at this." His pubescent voice called out.

"A man had a conspiracy theory about the Squidbeak Platoon at 6:51 am about the heroes we look up to, The Agents of the Recently opened 'New Squidbeak Platoon' (NSP) has been plotting silently to plot against us as terrorists," An octoling woman spoke out, "This man anonymously started posting videos of sketchy activity of these so-called 'heroes.'" She added, "These posts were sent on KettleTube as a result. Do you still believe these agents are heroes? Are this man's conspiracies true? More coming up on Sunshine News later today."

Keith stepped over to the Television in stunned disbelief.

Kris, Agent 9, was staring at the large screen at Inkopolis Square, in his civilian wear, "$&@#..."

"What kind of..." Keith tilted his.

While others glared in shock and awe, Mirror Aka Agent 5, was sleeping like a log on the couch with his goggles over his face oblivious to it all, and Dusk, Agent 4, was playing video games with a sheawnwitch in his mouth.

The young Tina shook her head in denial. "Why is this, we're not assassins."

Throughout this revelation inside the HQ, Skylar was idle in inkopolis square, relaxing and writing in his journal just when he looked over at the squares TV "No... That can't be true can it?" He got up and walked closer to the TV muttering to himself on how this couldn't be true."

Keith Intercom goes off as a trainee's voice goes off: "Hey guys did you watched the news?"

Kris out of hyperfocused instinct rushed into the squid hole and to HQ, continually repeating, "$&@#! $&@T! $&@#!"

Sun Rendezvous with Kris and followed, however, the moment Sun met up with the rest, he started up the stove in the kitchen and started to make a pancake batter.

Octavo would be in his snowglobe asleep

"Yes, I did. And I am very concerned!" Lucas said while pacing around the floor "The people believe the media and the media just called us terrorists and now they're against us and IM FREAKING THE $&@# OUT!"

Keith tried to set up his collective mood as much as he could. "We'll need to save our reputation," Keith muttered.

Kris turned on his intercom, "We all need to meet up, STAT!"

Hearing the Intercom Skylar panicked and notice Kris run and followed after him "what the fuck is happening"

Eventually, Mirror woke up and was livid "SHUT UP! I'm trying to sleep!!"

Keith slapped the daylights out of Mirror

"MIRROR THIS IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN SLEEP" Lucas Scolded.

Kris enters the room abruptly, "$&@#!"

"We have an emergency meeting dumbass! Someone's throwing our name into the mud calling us terrorist, and due to your lack of concern, I'd say you were the one who did it!" Keith jokingly accused.

Mirror punched Keith on the shoulder after getting up aggressively "Hey! I may always be a jerk, but a terrorist?!?! ...I'm still trying to achieve that!" he said jokingly.

"Cod damn! Just act like an Agent for once in your miserable life," he stepped away while trying to contact Agent 3.

"Is Agent 3 contactable?" Kris asked Keith, only to finally notice Sun making Pancakes as well as Skylar.

Mirror was irate, "SUN NOW'S NOT THE TIME TO BE MAKING PANCAKES!!"

"IM HUNGRY $&@#%! Sun sassed.

"So far no, she's in a mission with the SquidSisters." Keith replied to Kris, ignoring the confrontation for now.

"Well, $&@#. They're in some serious danger if they're caught in public." Kris replied.

Skylar stood by the doorway "can we all just calm down... Please?"

"NO!" Sun screeched then calmed down after seeing Skylar's death stare, "I-I mean yeah sure..."

"They're in the Valley so they should be... "Okay," Keith reassured, rolling his eyes as the two butted heads.

Octavio just sigh and knocked on the snow globe

"SUN, I WILL STICK MY HAND SO FAR UP YOU'RE $&@ I'LL USE YOU AS A PUPPET!!" Mirror finally snapped.

Keith takes a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Skylar's right let's calm down and put our heads together. How can we save our reputation?"

"I vote assassination!" Lucas shouted in panic.

"Me too!" Sun voted from the Kitchen, finishing his cooking.

Skylar sighed and facepalmed "are Keith and I the only sane people here? Keith? Any ideas?"

"We'll need to search the area without sticking out," Keith demanded, "Hiding in hoodies, making disguises until we find our culprits. We also need some fake identities."

"Hoodies? I got you covered! I own literally every hoodie known to cephalopod kind!" Lucas boasts, showing his massive collection of hoodies in every color of the rainbow.

The meeting eventually escalated into a chaotic bunch as Mirror and Sun were starting to lash out at each other. Sun's pancake flew over to Kris, causing him to go ballistic at the duo. Poor Keith was just trying to get everyone to listen.

Suddenly the gaming and innocent Agent 4 stepped into the room seeing the chaos and clapped his hands to get everyone's attention.

Kris looked to Dusk. Lucas turned his head towards Dusk as well. Keith's attention was added.

"This... This is a me--" Skylar's mouthed, as Keith shut it.

"Now. Keith, what is our game plan?" Dusk asked.

"Thanks, Dusk," He patted Dusk little head as he giggled like a small child, "Once again, we'll need to search the area to find our culprit, From the Squidbeak itself, to out in the open of Inkopolis to the Canyon to the Valley. We also need to make Fake IDs, which would be easy, since our Records don't exist anymore."

"The fake ID's can only last for so long..." Skylar started mumbling.

"Then finding the Culprit needs to be as quick as possible." Keith countered.

"I'll go for the valley, I was born there so I practically know the place inside out" Lucas announced

"I'll go with Lucas," Sun added.

"I'll be in the outskirts, Pearl and Marina trust me so I'll be able to get more information," Keith claimed

"Alright. Skylar and I will be in downtown Inkopolis." Kris demanded.

"But we need to make sure none of us get captured on the way, Lucas."

"I've got some old octoling armor in my room, we can blend in with that when we get to the valley" Lucas said to Sun quietly.

"Ok" Sun replied.

Skylar smiled "Time with Kris?...sure" He muttered under his breath. If anyone ever gave Skylar any joy outside of silence, it would be his close friend Kris.

Sun walked to his room to search for something.

Mirror looked at Octavio with suspicion. "maybe he had something to do with it."

Keith sighed "He's been in that snow globe for 3 years, I don't think he'd do much, but I'll admit Mirror, you are smart, no one is 100% trustworthy at the moment." Keith praised Mirror.

Octavio banged on the glass in anger cracking it out of the rage of Keith's comment.

"Mirror, Dusk, examine Octavio's or the HQ's behavior."

"Yeah whatever," Mirror halfhearted

"Roger 8!" Dusk replied with enthusiasm.

Sun came back with bombs like the ones from the metro. These bombs can be explored with a code word and only your voice. Sun gave everyone some of those bombs but stopped by Keith.

"What are you doing?!?!" Keith held onto one of the small bombs.

Lucas went into his room and brought out three things. Two sets of octoling armor for himself and Sun, as well as a toolbox for unknown reasons

Skylar held up a bomb "Sun.. if people see us wearing these they'll think we're suicide bombers... Which won't help at all."

"O-Oh right," Sun took them all back. "More things to add on for our now proclaimed, 'Terrorist organization'"

Lucas slipped on the octoling armor that was taken from his room. "Huh, I guess I still fit into this."

Keith rushed into his bedroom to pull out some makeup he was using from "Hot Akanni's" and put on some fake contacts to change his eye color. Then he put some makeup to hide the scar. The then put on his Rockingberg Gear; the first gear he ever had the first time he stepped foot in Inkopolis.

"Alright, Sun lets head off. I've got a super jump spot to the valley not too far from here. C'mon." Lucas demanded.

Sun grabbed his dynamo and slipped onto his octoling gear. Sun packed up what was left of his pancakes and put them inside what was bag he added to his attire's roster on his person. "On it!"

Soon after, Lucas leads Sun to the super jump spot. The two of them fly off to Octo Valley.

Kris puts on a hoodie with some sweatpants, "This looks casual." he thought.

Skylar chuckled nervously, blushing furiously, "Y-yeah it does!"

"R-right!" Kris replied, "Let's go..."

Skylar sighed in relief. He will save what is left on what he adores. His new life, his new friends, and his new job is currently in danger, and he won't let it go down into ruin without a fight. That is basically who he is as a person:

A fighter.

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Durarara Fanfiction - I forgive you, do you forgive me [Alternate Ending]

(Durarara!! Fanfiction (Shizuo X Izaya))

~~ It was a cold rainy night, Izaya was walking down the streets without an umbrella and went to a dark alley, mesmerizing the memories with the man he once called a monster.

IZAYA : "I dont know" those words, are the only words that my mouth can say now, and nothing else my mind is all messed up every time I remember his face I remember how much I Hate him, NO! I love him. My Mind and Heart doesn't Sync at all, I hate him, but at the same time I loved him. and now I made up my mind I don’t know what to do now, what to say, what to think. is it too late now to say sorry?

~~Izaya calls Shizuo on the phone............

Shizuo is at Tom's house, He heard his phone ringing and picked it up he answered the phone and said :

SHIZUO: hello! Who's this?

IZAYA: hello Shizu chan

SHIZUO: flea? How did you know my number, ok I'm hanging up.

IZAYA: no wait!

SHIZUO: what is it now! What do you want?

IZAYA: Shizuo I- I

SHIZUO: Izaya?

IZAYA: *crying and sobbing*

SHIZUO: ok, you're creeping me out I'm hanging up now, go and troll somewhere else.

IZAYA: GODDAMMIT SHIZUO JUST LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY!!

SHIZUO: huh? hears Izaya crying hey Izaya are you-?

IZAYA: Shizuo, I cant hate you anymore? But why? Why does it have to be you?? Why?

SHIZUO: Izaya? Whats going on?

IZAYA: I'm sorry Shizuo, I'm sorry.....{{Phone hanged up}}

SHIZUO: hello? Izaya? FLEA!! GODDAMMIT!!

Shizuo immediately ran to the doorstep and Tom saw him leaving and followed him to his doorstep.

TOM: hey! Shizuo? Where are you going??

SHIZUO: I'm looking for the FLEA

TOM: huh? But Izaya is in Shinjuku how can you go there and besides its night and raining....

SHIZUO: I dont care whether he is in Shinjuku or Ikebukuro, Im off

TOM: uh- hah!!!

~~ Shizuo went looking for Izaya in a cold rain.....

SHIZUO: Izaya!! Flea!! Where are you!!

~~ after an hour

SHIZUO: Sighs~ why am I doing this? scratches his head Im going back-

Kasuka was running hurriedly and bumped to Shizuo

KASUKA: nii san you need to help Izaya!! Hurry!!

SHIZUO: kasuka? Wait? IZAYA? Where is he??

~~ as Kasuka pointed at the dark alley, Shizuo went there and look for Izaya

SHIZUO: (shocked) Izaya?!~~Izaya was lying on the ground wounded....

IZAYA: shi-shi-shizu cha.~~Izaya lose his consciousness....

SHIZUO: I-I-Izaya? IZAYAAAAA!!

~~ Shizuo Immediately ran to Izaya's side and carry him to the hospital the day After, Izaya woke up in the Hospital room, he saw Shizuo and Kasuka talking to the doctor outside the room with the door open.

DOCTOR: he will be fine now.

KASUKA: it is my fault, if only I didn’t let my guard down, those guys won't do this to Izaya

SHIZUO: no, it is not your fault, it is my fault.~~the doctor walks away leaving the two to have a private conversation

~~Izaya just watch the afar and listen to them

SHIZUO: it is my fault, if only I wasn't your brother if only, if only, IF ONLY I WASN'T A MONSTER!! THIS WONT HAPPEN TO YOU AND IZAYA!!

~~Izaya was shocked about Shizuo said, and he snapped

IZAYA: YOU ARE NOT A MONSTER!!

~~ Shizuo looked inside the room, and saw Izaya sitting on the bed looking down crying. Shizuo and Kasuka came running to Izaya when they also saw his wound bleeding on the right side of his body

SHIZUO: Kasuka call the doctor

~~Kasuka came out the room running to call the doctor Shizuo doesn't know what to do, he just stand there silently

IZAYA: Shi- Shi-Shizuo (crying) I'm sorry, I'm Really Sorry

SHIZUO: Izaya, whats wrong with you?? I hate you but acting like this, please stop it you’re acting like a whining woman

IZAYA: Im sorry Im Sorry Im sorry

~~ Izaya continuously say "sorry" to Shizuo ... At the Hospital rooftop, Shizuo was smoking remembering Izaya crying. he put off his smoking cigarette and went down to Izaya's room but no one is there, his heart ached when he noticed that the window was open and the curtains is being blown by the wind. he immediately ran to the window and look down,he thought that Izaya suicides, he was so nervous, but his nervousness became relieved when he heard a familiar voice at his back.

IZAYA: Shizuo?

~~Shizuo turn at his back and saw Izaya standing carrying an IV drip bag. he immediately turn his head and walk outside the room, the mixed feelings he feels cannot be explained. but not far from the room, he heard a crashing noise. Shizuo Immediately came back to the room running. Izaya was lying down the floor holding a piece of paper facing the door.

SHIZUO: what are you doing?

~~Izaya responded by waving the paper, Shizuo picked it up and read it. Shizuo's Expression turned mad.

SHIZUO: WHY DIDNT YOU GIVE ME THIS LETTER? WHAT IF IT IS TOO LATE!! DO YOU KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO MY BROTHER!!!??? WE DON'T KNOW!!

~~Shizuo stomped his foot, and immediately goes out running fo find his kidnapped brother. Izaya sat on the floor and look at his stomach with a knife impaled on it, the wound began bleeding on his stomach. but he choose to hide it, and pulled the knife out of his stomach and wrapped the wound with a piece of cloth. Izaya, look outside the window and saw the man who just came by to deliver the letter and stabbed him running away. Izaya escaped the hospital to warn Shizuo.

~~Shizuo came to the building where the kidnappers take Kasuka. He entered the building without knowing whats the danger waiting for him Inside the building. as he stepped inside the building, the group of men with weapons came to face Shizuo, and kept him busy.

at the locker near the train station, Izaya, opened his locker and get an envelope inside it and went straight ahead to where Shizuo Is. Shizuo already defeated a half of the gang, but there is too many of them. After 20 minutes, Izaya came and Fought alongside Shizuo. they manage to defeat them, and went straight to the 4th floor. and there they saw Kasuka tied up in the pole, but I was unexpected to see that, Mairu and Kururi were also there.

they Untie the three of them, but the gang blocked their way, so they dont have a another choice but to go at the roof top of the building.

Shizuo: Dead End!

Izaya thinked of an solution. but since shizuo had a super strength he can manage to jump off the bulding and can land on his foot without being injured or dying. so Izaya told Shizuo to carry Mairu, Kururi on his arms and Kasuka on his back. so they can be safe. Izaya: there!, keep them safe

Mairu: how about you nii san?

Izaya: I can Jump on my own Mairu, Kururi

~~Izaya kissed Mairu and Kururi's forehead and smiled, then he looks at Shizuo, They heard the gang coming up the stairs.

Izaya: on the count of three, (Izaya slipped the envelope to Mairu's pocket) One, Two- Shizuo: Three (Jumps off the building and landed on his foot) Safely, the 4 of them landed Uninjured

Kasuka: where is Izaya?

Kururi: where's nii san?

~~the four of them turned and look back.

~~when they look back, they saw nothing, Izaya was nowhere to be found. Kasuka: he might be still up there. Kururi: maybe nii san have been caught? Shizuo: Damn Flea ~~the gang, saw the four of them and chase them, they ran and hid on the backside alley so that no one can see them. ~~meanwhile, Izaya, was captured by the gang and tied him up, they put a ducktape to his mouth and cover his eyes with a piece of cloth. Izaya only hears, their voices, but also he can feel the pain from his wounds. suddenly it became quiet when the boss came. BOSS: well, well what a surprise, isnt it the Info broker that I hate so much. It seems you didnt have enough patience, that you came to see me. ~~the boss sat down on a chair in the front of Izaya and one of the member came and bring him vodka. he sips a little and leans at Izaya. BOSS: you know, my plan was to capture Kasuka to lure Shizuo here and Kill that Man, and then, I'll capture your sisters and lure you here, and also kill you. it was unexpected that your sisters were at the same place where Kasuka is so we captured them together. but It was also unexpected that you and Shizuo were teaming up, arent you two are enemies?? (sighs~) ~~the boss finished his drink and stands up. he break the glass on the ground, then kicked Izaya's face. Izaya fell on the floor, where the shattered glass pieces is. he stomped on Izaya's head and told his men to torture him, then he left. the gang obeyed the boss said, and tortured Izaya.Izaya was being tortured, they used bats to strike him hard on different parts of his body and knifes to slash some parts on his body. after 2 hours, they got tired of it. guy1: I'm sick of this guy (kicks Izaya's back) guy2: yeah me too guy3: hey guys! all the gang looked at the 3rd guy, and they saw the him holding a box. and when they opened it, It was full of condom's, dildo's, vibrators, love lotions and whips. guy4: where did you get this dude? guy3: remember that porn star who need help from us, she didnt have enough money so, instead of having more debt, she gave this to us. guy1: I would like to use this to my girlfriend guy2: well too bad you dont have a girlfriend guy1: what did you say?! guy2: jerk guy3: hey hey hey, arent we just going to argue here, or were gonna play.the gang looked at Izaya smirking, and one of them started to remove Izaya's pants. but Izaya kicked his face and that guy get mad. he pulled a knife at his pocket and rip Izaya's pants Instead. they dragged Izaya into a cushion, and make him lay down facing his but to them. the first guy spreads his but then pour some love lotion into it. one by one, they inserted and tested a dildo into his ass, starting from the smallest up to the biggest dildo they get. Izaya was in pain, but at the same time, he was lustful. the 4th guy removed the ducktape to Izaya's mouth. Izaya Drool and Moan, after that the boss came in, seeing what they were doing to Izaya, he smirks. BOSS: well well well, how pathetic, the smart and evil guy I know was being lewd in the front of me, how shameful. the Boss left again after one of the member of the gang whispered something to him. Shizuo once again Infiltrated the building to save Izaya. but this time, the boss confronted him held Izaya as hostage. BOSS: well well well isnt it Shizuo Hei-wa-ji-ma. are you going to accept your faith now? (smiles) Shizuo: where is Izaya? BOSS: Izaya? (smirks) Izaya was playing with my minions. would you like to see how beautiful Izaya can be? Shizuo: you!!! BOSS: you know, I really thought that you would leave Izaya alone, but this is beyond my expectations. you really did come for him. the boss snapped his fingers and the guys take Izaya out, naked and lewd. they dropped Izaya on the floor and kicked him. Shizuo was shocked when he saw Izaya's condition on their hands, he tried to come closer to Izaya but, the Boss pointed a gun at Izaya so he stopped. Shizuo: what do you want? BOSS: what-do-i-want? hmmm~ (smiles) lets see, oh yes! I want you life, I want you to be vanish in Ikebukuro!! so as Izaya O-ri-ha-ra, so that I can rule Ikebukuro. Shizuo: Ikebukuro is not yours BOSS: eh?, it is not yours either, but you are called as the Ikebukuro's strongest. I'm so jealous. the boss grab Izaya by hair and pointed his gun at Izaya's head. BOSS: Ok, lets make a deal, Shizuo kun, I let you live, and I wont harm any of your friends in Ikebukuro, If you kill Izaya Orihara. and If you dont- one of the men came to the boss and give him a remote, then he backed off slowly after giving it. BOSS: you'll die, and Izaya will live. the boss pushed the green button and all the hidden machine guns appeared at the ceilings pointed at Shizuo. BOSS: make your choice, Heiwajima kun.

~~Shizuo has to make a decision, kill or die.

BOSS: I'll give you half an hour to make your decision Shizuo. and your time starts now!

~~the boss pointed the gun to the ceiling and pulled the trigger, the gun made a big noise. on the way back home, Celty heard the gun shot, she stopped "shooter" from running. Celty: a gun shot?

~~Celty opened her phone and saw Shinra's messages and read all of it.

~~Celty rode Shooter again and went to the place where she thinks the gun shot came from..

>>>Meanwhile.... Shizuo was thinking deeply. he was tense...BOSS: this is going very boring......

>>>the boss stands up and gets his gun from his men and pointed it to Izaya

BOSS: how about this, in every 5 minutes you spend, Izaya is going to take a punishment (looks at his watch) oh look at the time, 5 minutes have passed.

>>>the boss, pointed his gun to Izaya's right arm and pulled the trigger, Izaya screams In pain....SHIZUO: Izaya!! Damn you, why did you do that to him!!!!

BOSS: hey hey hey, instead of shouting and being worried about him... how about came up of a decision already...

>>>Shizuo grit his teeth and said to himself that the boss is right, he think again but another 5 minutes have passed and Izaya's left arm was shot.. (Izaya continuously screams)

SHIZUO: stop it!! BOSS: have you come up of a decision yet?? SHIZUO: yes I-I-I haveBOSS: good, coz (kicked Izaya) I got bored about this guy screams, and you guys have no fun. so? what is your decisi-

>>> the boss stopped talking when all the windows in the room shattered and someone came in.

>>> it was Celty, riding her shadow horse shooter

Men 1: its the headless rider Men 2: I thought She was gone now in Ikebukuro, since no one has news about her Men3: boss what now...

>>> the boss ordered his men to shoot at her but they cant land a bullet on her body because of her shadow.

>>> he grabbed Izaya and pointed a gun at him with his trembling hands

BOSS: dont! come any c-c-closer SHIZUO: celty? celty help Izaya!!!

>>> but Celty didn’t listen to Shizuo, instead she goes to Shizuo and grabbed his hand

CELTY: were leaving, Shizuo SHIZUO: what? CELTY: no but's

>>> the boss had a chance to make his move and grabbed his remote then press the fire button, and all the machine guns aimed at Celty and Shizuo. but Celty covered Shizuo and her with her shadow and form a ball.

>>> because of the bullets who landed on the floor, the floor cracked and the shadow ball fell along with the floor. >>> all machine guns stopped

BOSS: are they dead? ahahahahahahhaha they were dead!! (peaks through the hole on the ground) the legendary headless rider and the strongest man in Ikebukuro was dead, DEAD!!! whahahahahaha

MAN 2: no boss!! the ball was rolling!! MAN 3: they were getting away!! MAN 1: are we going to fire at them boss??

BOSS: ahahahahahaha (stopped laughing) NO, coz I still have the most skilled Info broker in Ikebukuro, (looks at Izaya) and If I kill you, I will gain fame!!

>>> the boss pointed the gun to Izaya and BANG! a sound of a gun shot fills the room, a cough of a man was heard after.

>>> blood splattered at Izaya's face.Man1: BOSS!>> the men came to help their boss who is wounded by a bullet at his back

BOSS: who dared to-

>>> Vorona was standing behind them all of the guns were pointed at her.

IZAYA: Vorona

VORONA: don't misjudge me, I'm only doing this because senpai.

>>>the men fired their guns at will but all the bullets were dodged by the blond assassin.

--[[FLASHBACK]]--

SHIZUO: celty we have to save Izaya!

CELTY: you need to be saved first Shizuo, I know that we need to save him but I can't just save the both of you at the same time, specially when I promised him.

SHIZUO: promised? you promised what?

CELTY: I promised that you will be saved first instead of him if the two of you are in a life and death situation.

SHIZUO: what?!

CELTY: Izaya asked me to save you instead of him.

SHIZUO: why would he-

>>>Shizuo remembered Izaya's confession on the phone...CELTY: if you want to know you should ask hi-

SHIZUO: no need to, I might know now the reason. I just need to confirm it, I need to save him.

>>>Shizuo walks away, little did they know, Vorona heard their conversation and decided to help Izaya on her own for the sake of his senpai.

--[[FLASHBACK ENDS]]--

VORONA: stay right there, I just need to eliminate these people.

>>>Vorona opened fire at everyone and never missed a shot. She dodge and put bullets in their bodies. After the fight all the dead bodies lying down the floor with blood gushing out making a puddle of blood.

>>>Vorona looked at Izaya, she was mad at him, but she need to get Izaya out of the building.

>>> She grabbed Izaya's arm and drag him out of the building with her. After the came out, she took out a small remote and pushed a button. As she did it, there are explosions in the building triggered. Slowly the building collapsed.

VORONA: don't just stare at the collapsed building

>>>The woman took a key out of her pocket and rode her motorcycle, she started the motor and wait for Izaya to ride at the back.

>>> It took a while because of Izaya's injuries but he managed to ride it.

>>> At Shizuo's house, Shizuo was planning to go and rescue Izaya again. He grabbed his jacket and was about to open his door when it opened immediately and slammed into his face.

>>>But to Shizuo this kind of pain is just like a tickle but he's still pissed about it.

SHIZUO: who dares to-!

>>> His voice cut short when Vorona pushes Izaya to Shizuo.

>>> Shizuo was kinda confused at first but Vorona spoke first.

VORONA : I saved him, no need to thank me...

>>>The woman turns her back and walks away.

SHIZUO : thank you (he whispered)

>>>Izaya was completely passed out on Shizuo's arms. Shizuo carries the raven haired one to his bed and get some first aid kit. He opened the first aid kit and then he realized something.

SHIZUO : I don't know how to treat wounds, sighs~ you're a troublesome flea. Naturally its Shinra that treats our wounds.

>>>Shizuo continues talking to himself as he wiped Izayas face with a wet towel.

SHIZUO : I wished you told me sooner,...I love you too Izaya.

~~ After the incident...

"hows your wounds? Is it still hurting?" Shinra looked at Izaya who is in the wheelchair inside his office.

"I'm doing fine now, don't worry so much for me" Izaya said with a slight smile as he put things in the boxes.

Shinra is kinda curious what is he doing instead of resting so he asked him again "what are these boxes for?"

"Ah these?" Izaya answered "I'm gonna trow these away" he added

"Hah? But these are all your informative files and your disks, why are you throwing these away? Hey Izaya just to remind you, you're not dying" Shinra said sarcastically.

Izaya just laughed at Shinra said and turned his wheelchair to the table and took two keys then threw it to Shinra. Shinra catches the keys and said "what is this for?"

"Give the red one to Namie and the green one to my sisters" Izaya said without looking at Shinra."Why am I the one who's bringing this to your secretary and to your sisters?"

"Please Shinra do me a last favor" Shinra raised a brow but he sighed in the end and do as Izaya said.....

~~~~

A week later "All Passengers of flight 160 please proceed to gate 9" the announcer announced. Izaya was leaving, leaving the place where he spent most of his days, leaving the family he only had, leaving the people whose been around him for a long time and leaving the one that change him, the one that he loved the most.

Izaya entered the gates without looking back."Shizuo, in the next life never see me again, so that I won't fall in love with you ever again" he whispered as he sat at his seat.

"In the next life I would meet you again even though you ignore me I'll make you fall in love with me again"

Izaya looked at his left and saw Shizuo beside him."Shi-Shizu chan?" izaya confusedly said as he jumped out of his seat.

"Yeah its me flea, take a seat were about to take off" Shizuo grabbed Izaya's wrist gently and Izaya took his seat and looked away.

"Shocked that I was here?"

"Of course,"

"You really want to leave me that badly"

"I-I-"

Shizuo smiled "you can't leave me, coz you're mine, and you should take responsibility"

"Ha? What are you talking about?"

"I was just saying, I fell In love with a flea"There was a moment of silence between them and its been annoying Shizuo. But he remembered what Shinra said to him "Take initiative"

Shizuo hold Izaya's hand and Izaya felt it, he looked at the blond and pulled his hand away.

But Shizuo took again his hand and said "lets start a new beginning, Izaya"

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acemeaskipper · 5 years

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okay this is so much longer than I thought it’d be, but okay. i started thinking of this au where instead of joining red dwarf to get back to earth, Lister joins to get away from earth and all the bad memories there. He works a little harder, understands Rimmer a bit more, and unfortunately, doesn’t have Frankenstein.

and this is a little fic about Lister’s first day on red dwarf and his meeting with Rimmer. It’s lowkey shippy, but only a little. Yeah, enjoy.

A star exploded the day Lister left earth. The supernova had reflected multicoloured on the inside walls of Red Dwarf, nearly blinding him.

He wasn’t sure if it was a sign of some sort, but regardless, it had been an interesting way to start his new job. More interesting than his room at least.

It was both bigger and smaller than he thought it’d be, and painfully plain. If only they were allowed to paint the walls, or get a nice rug or carpet, Lister mused, then it may look a little less like a sci-fi hell. Oh well, he was sure if he covered the walls in enough photos and posters it could look a little bit more like home. It wasn’t as if he was going to be here long anyway, he could handle a boring room.

He tightened his grip on his suitcase, shifted the strap of his backpack a little then walked in.

“Hello, Dave. You like the room?”

“Agh!”

Lister jumped and spun around to the source of the voice. The face of a tired-looking man on a screen. Ah, right. The AI, Holly. He briefly wondered why they had decided to make their AI look so exhausted, but shrugged the thought away. People were weird, what the hell.

“Uh, hi. Holly, righ’?”

“That’s right, my dude. So?”

“It’s alrigh’,” Lister shrugged, “I guess.”

“Bit boring, ain’t it?” Holly agreed.

“Yeah, it is. Is it at least warm?”

“Sometimes.”

“Great, great…”

“Oh, and heads up, your roommate is coming soon. Good luck.”

“Uh, thanks?”

“Don’t mention it,” Holly nodded, “Catch you later, dude.”

“Yeah…”

Holly disappeared, and Dave couldn’t help but snicker. Dude? They hadn’t mentioned that about Holly in the leaflet. Maybe it was intentional, a strange surprise for new workers. He supposed that was one way to prepare people for the weirdness of space, having the AI who looked like a middle-aged man going around say ‘dude’.

He shook his head and moved closer to the bunk beds, looking them over.

It was honestly hard to tell which one was already occupied, both beds were both neat, tidy and lacking in any personality whatsoever. There was one colourful timetable stuck on the wall next to the bottom bunk, however, and Lister concluded it was probably taken.

It seemed strange how bare the walls were, though. No pictures of family or friends, no posters, no nothing. Had this person only just moved in too? No, he knew for a fact this person had already been here a year or two at least. And gone through six roommates in the span of three months. A slightly daunting fact, but hopefully, the number would stay at six.

He slung his bags onto the top bunk, decided to unpack them later… maybe. The week was young after all, he’d have plenty of time to do that later.

Lister sat down on one of the chairs in the room and took a deep breath. Hardly nothing had happened, and already he was exhausted. His eyes ached, his limbs felt heavy, and he let out a yawn. A nap would be nice… but snoring probably wasn’t the best way to introduce yourself to your new roommate, so Lister held off.

He ran his fingers over his hair and tried to think of something to keep himself away. Maybe he should go back to dreadlocks, he thought, that’d been fun back when he was a teen. But. But he didn’t have anyone to help him with them anymore.

He’d left them all behind, just like they had left him.

Of course, he was alive when they had left, and they were all just bones now. So maybe it wasn’t a fair comparison… Lister hoped his friend Camille would remember to put flowers on all the graves every month, just like he’d asked. They probably wouldn’t, always too caught up in the drama that was their Casablanca-love affair to think of much else, but he could hope.

Lister sighed and slouched in his chair. Nah, his hair was fine as it was. Loose and tied back. He looked fine. Fine.

Then, the door opened.

The person on the other side didn’t walk in immediately, too busy snapping at someone Lister couldn’t see, to notice the door had opened.

A tall, skinny white guy with pale skin, and light brown curls that had been clearly forced into a flat and dull style. Every inch of his body screamed ‘tense’ as he barked insults, face going ever so slightly red.

Ah, what luck.

Lister stood up and waited until the yelling had stopped to speak.

“You’re Howie’s brother, aren’t you?”

The guy’s snapped in Lister’s direction, and Lister had the urge to apologise and slowly back away.

“’Howie’? The man repeated.

Yep, that was definitely him, Lister knew. He’d only met one other person before with such an obnoxiously posh voice, which he had been told was common on that planet.

“Sorry, Howard,” Lister apologised, “You’re Arnold Rimmer, right?”

Rimmer frowned even more.

“Yes, I am.”

Lister walked towards him, and with a big smile, held out his hand.

“I’m David Lister.”

“Oh.”

Rimmer’s frown dropped into something less ‘I will fucking kill you’ and more ‘ew, there’s a dead bug in my drink’. He did shake Lister’s hand at least.

“Howard’s told us about you,” Rimmer continued, “Poor little orphan boy from earth somehow manages to get into Io’s Space Corps training program on a scholarship, truly a success story for the ages.”

Lister twisted his lip but said nothing. Howard had warned him that his little brother could put a lemon to shame with how bitter he was, but Lister had been hoping Rimmer wouldn’t be this bad from the get-go.

“Doesn’t really mean anything though,” Lister shrugged, “Now tha’ I’m here, as a third blood technician.”

Was it too much to ask that he was at least made a second technician with all his qualifications? Maybe he was just being prideful, but he’d thought he enough skills to be more than a vending machine fixer.

But at that, Rimmer pulled himself to stand straighter and smiled. He looked a lot better now, Lister mused. Almost handsome.

“Third technician, aye? Well, don’t you worry, miladdo-”

“Mi-whatto?”

“-you’re in good hands with me.”

“Huh?”

“If you’re a third technician and my roommate, you’re likely to be working the Z Shift with me, as your immediate superior officer,” Rimmer explained.

Lister gave what he hoped looked like a real smile.

“Great.”

“Still though, I don’t see why on Io you would leave the Space Corps,” Rimmer mused.

“Because it’s filled with pompous, trust-fund pricks who like to spend their evenings bragging about how big their guns are.”

Also, it was a lot of work. A lot of hard work. A month in and Lister had already been ready to drop. He wasn’t too surprised when a drunk Howard had blabbed about the high suicide rate there.

Rimmer let out a sharp laugh at that, then quickly shut his mouth and blinked. He almost looked surprised. But he quickly shook his head and moved on.

“Yes, but it’s the Space Corps! It’s where you go if you want a career in space!”

“I don’t want a career; I just want to get away from Earth.”

Earth was a place were babies were abandoned under pub tables, were parents disappeared and left you a crying kid, and grans died just when you needed them most. Where people broke your heart and laughed, where people called you stupid and said you’d never amount to anything, so suck it up, buttercup.

Rimmer pursed his lips.

“I supposed I could understand wanting to get away from that horrid little planet, but really… giving up a job on the Space Corps for this?”

Lister shrugged.

“I just want to get some cash, find a nice planet with a nice beach, then settle down. Maybe open a farm, get a cat, sheep, horses, then spend the rest of my days doing whatever the hell I want.”

Rimmer didn’t seem to get it.

“But you could have been an officer! Howard said so, and he’s not one to give out praise like that.”

“Why’d you want to be an officer? They’re all smegheads, I mean, just look at your brothers.”

That earned another out of Rimmer, one that wasn’t as sharp and lasted a little longer. There, that was better, Lister grinned. Not the prettiest laugh ever, but he didn’t sound half bad.

“Fair point,” Rimmer said.

And before he could continue with ‘but still’, Lister began speaking again.

“The though’ of ending up like Howard could put anyone off wanting to be an officer, honestly.”

“Really? You didn’t like him? He seemed awfully fond of you…”

“Hid it,” Lister shrugged, “He was my tutor and said he’d help me get here, so couldn’t bitch about him too much. Wanted to though, I never had any free time thanks to ‘im. Almost every night I had to drag him out of the bar and to ‘is room.”

“What?!” Rimmer exclaimed.

“Yeah, don’t think he had any friends, so he’d bribe me into fetching ‘im. Used to buy cigarettes off me too. Dunno why he wouldn’ jus’ buy them himself, a lot of other officers smoked too…”

Slowly, a giant (slightly mad-looking) smile grew on Rimmer’s face.

“Really? He told mother he had a ton of friends.”

Lister wondered if he should mention it. On the one hand, it could lead to Rimmer freaking out (Howard had mentioned that Rimmer was a bit… neurotic), but on the other… it didn’t seem right not to mention it.

“Must be invisible then, ‘cause he was always alone when he went out… he told me a lot about you when he was drunk. The things him and the other two used to do to you.”

The smile dropped off Rimmer’s face.

“Oh.”

Lister risked it and gave Rimmer a pat on the arm. Rimmer looked at it like it was a radioactive butterfly; strange and possibly dangerous.

“Pretty shit childhood, huh?” Lister said. Rimmer stayed silent. “Mine was pretty fucked up too, so we match.”

Lister gave him a smile, then turned around to climb up onto his bunk bed.

Rimmer seemingly forgot to act like a human being for a few seconds, staring blankly into space while stood completely still. He shook it off a second later.

“No shoes on the bed,” he snapped.

“My feet aren’t on the bed though,” Lister pointed out.

Rimmer’s face went a little red.

“I- just take them off!”

“Okay, okay! They’re off!”

Lister kicked them off, leaving them to fall down loudly in a muddy pile next to the ladder. Rimmer frowned and glared at the shoes.

“And now you’ve made a mess, wonderful.”

“You better get used to tha’, I’m a bit of a slob,” Lister chuckled, “Oh, and I snore too. Sorry. I do have a sleep cpap machine, but it got broke on the way here. They said I’ll have to wait a day or two for a new one.”

“So, I’m not getting any sleep either, splendid.”

“I can’ help it.”

“Why don’t they put people like you in a room of your own? Or at least with other snoring smegheads,” Rimmer muttered.

“Because tha’d be smart,” Lister snorted.

Rimmer looked a little happier. Right, compliments were the way to go if he wanted to survive this job. Lister could handle that; he could be a good suck-up if the situation called for it.

“Sounds like they could do with someone like you as an officer,” Lister said, “Might come up with some actual smart ideas.”

Rimmer lit up like the supernova and Lister’s heart fluttered a little.

Oh.

Handsome. Rimmer could be very handsome, it seemed. That was nice. Lister sent him back a lazy grin, revelling in the soft pink that settled on Rimmer’s cheeks. It’d been a while since he’d dated a man, Lister noted, maybe it was time to try again.

“I-I-,” Rimmer began. But then he stopped and shook his head. “Are you sure you’re even old enough to be here?”

Lister rolled his eyes.

“Course I am, man. Not like I could really trick anyone into thinkin’ I’m older than I am with this face, can I?”

“I suppose you’re right,” Rimmer agreed.

Lister wondered why Rimmer would care about his age- oh.

Rimmer coughed and looked away.

“Well, um, have you been given a tour of the ship yet?”

He had.

“No.”

Rimmer turned back around and smirked a little.

“Come on then, get your boots back on and I’ll show you around.”

“Oh, thanks, man.”

Lister grinned and hoped down. As he put his boots on, he could feel Rimmer’s eyes on him. Yes, he decided, as he tied on his already tied laces for a few seconds later, this could be fun.

#i did this instead of working on my original story hope u enjoy #red dwarf #Dave Lister #arnold rimmer

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rereading aftg with my dumbass opinions pt. 2 (tfc chapters 6-10)

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

look guys! its the highly unanticipated continuation of my reread of aftg!

chapter 6 (aka. meet this MESS of a team)

“My mother's family is French." It was a lie that probably had his British mother rolling over in her sandy grave.”

neil really never misses an opportunity to remind readers that he fucking buried his mom on the beach huh?

“A liar who practices occasional honesty. Clever. Keeps people guessing. Very effective. I would know. I do it myself, you see. Come on, then. After you.”

have i mentioned how entertaining high andrew is? because he’s funny as hell

also rereading these are fun because Nora is incredible at foreshadowing just sayin

“Neil automatically reached for his seatbelt, but one of the brothers was sitting on it.”

how neil would be in the back of the cousins’ car if they let him:

“You?" Neil said. "You can't." Andrew's smile curved wider. "Ohhh, that sounds like a challenge. Mother may I?" "Your mother's dead. I don't think she cares what you do.”

HO HO HOLY SHIT NEIL

“Starting a fight was too out of character for who he portrayed "Neil” to be, though.”

“Consider this your official invite, you suicidal wretch. I'm bringing you to Columbia with us this Friday.”

awe suicidal wretch... glad they’re starting those pet names early

“I don't drink or dance," Neil said.

andrew: i kno u can

“Kevin doesn't dance anymore”

anymore? ANYMORE??? release the cursed events that led to him not dancing anymore Nora im begging you

“Are you bleeding anywhere?" Matt asked. "Nowhere vital," Neil said.

gskjgnsak god i stan this little asshole so much

“She said it gently, with the hint of a smile on her face, but Neil still felt the rebuke. It was subtler but somehow deadlier”

have i mentioned how gay i am for renee? because im very gay for renee

“Allison looked ready for a photo shoot with perfect platinum curls, spiked heels, and a skintight dress.”

im also gay for allison ngl

“I can move if you want to sit here," Neil said. "No, this is fine." She smiled, but it had a smug edge to it, probably because Seth was glaring at them like he could kill them with willpower alone. ”

lol remember how neil doesn’t think he’s attractive and yet in 0.1 seconds after meeting him allison is like “yes this idiot is hot enough to piss off the other idiot im dating”

“Personal favorite was when someone told the police we were running a meth lab out of the dorm," Dan said sourly. "Police raids are awesome.”

no offence dan but that’s fucking hilarious omg

that’s kind of like the time my residence floor had to get evacuated bc some kids hotboxed their dorm room

god i love uni

“The death threats were creative, though," Nicky said. "Maybe this time they'll follow through and actually kill one of us. Let's vote. I nominate Seth.”

pfffffttttt i love Nicky omg

also hahahahahah foreshadowing!

“It'll be fine," Andrew said. "I promised, didn't I? Don't you believe me?" It took a while, but at last Kevin visibly relaxed. ”

again this is why i thought they were fucking for like the better part of the first two books

“The dead look Kevin turned on Andrew today was the same look Neil saw in his reflection. When Neil stopped acting, when he stopped worrying about who was watching, when he let go of the lies that kept him alive, that was the only expression he could make.”

it’s fine i didnt need a heart anyways

this kid is 18 hes A BABY

the first time i read this i was 18 too and like jfc i was a BABY at 18 and so i neil

“One of us has to make it, Mom." It wasn't going to be Neil. It was obvious he was too stupid to survive without his mother if he let himself get into messes like this. But maybe Kevin could do it.”

sorry let me just wipe my TEARS off my fucking laptop neil honey what the fuck

“He felt distant as he watched them walk in. Maybe he was already dying, his stupid soul fading from his short body in preparation for a brutal end.”

neil we get it you have depression (me too bitch u aint special)

“Fuck running," Seth said.

now that’s a whole ass mood

“he didn't know how Renee could smile so warmly when she was speaking to Andrew.”

haha bitch just wait

“when he slept, he dreamed of his father waiting for him on the Foxhole Court.”

remember how at the end of the series his father is waiting on the court but neil wins??? god we love good storytelling

this is such a fucking wild chapter

could you imagine? coming back from the summer and your first introduction to this amateur from arizona is this neil josten level of sass? because i’d probably kill him

first years are bad enough but first years who dont care about other people’s opinions? the fucking worst

chapter 7 (aka. neil does NOT have a fun night out)

“It seemed Allison and Seth didn't believe in middle ground: either they were slinging vile insults at each other or they were making out in the locker room regardless of whoever might be around.”

that’s just how the straights are

“It reminded Neil a little of Allison and Seth, except without the desperate sexual undertones.”

i’ll just leave this gem of a line here

“His teammates held so little regard for him he didn't even have the dubious honor of being dead last.”

neil shading himself is actually hilarious how relatable

“Neil watched him do it, trying to remember the last time someone gave him a gift and coming up blank. That his first one should be from Andrew was unsettling.”

i actually love the fact that andrew bought him clothes so early on like andrew your gay is showing

“Neil debated how much damage the thick heels of his new boots would do against Andrew's face and liked what his mind came up with.”

i thank god everyday that these books are neil’s pov

“Andrew gave Neil another slow once-over and let go. "We're going.”

^andrew seeing neil w/o contacts (aka. the ‘i can’t think straight’ vine)

“Most of the men wore leather, half the women had corsets, and a good number of both genders were covered in buckles and chains.”

this... is a... gay bar

“Andrew saluted the bouncers on his way by and led the way into the club, bypassing the line entirely.”

i always forget the drinking age in the us is 21 but like this bar really dont care about their liquor license AT ALL lmao

“You think Kevin would risk his future over a night out at the club?" "What future?" Neil asked.”

WOW NEIL WAY TO BE A BITCH

“Neil hadn't seen Aaron get up, but he was waiting behind Neil when Andrew let go. Neil reached for Andrew with lethal intent, but Aaron grabbed the back of his chair and pulled hard enough to topple it over.”

why are the twins literally this gif:

real talk nicky kissing neil like that is horrible and really reflects poorly on nicky as a character

andrew for this entire chapter:

chapter 8 (aka. a hitchhiker’s guide to lying about your identity)

“I don't know how your conversation with Andrew went, but it didn't end well. Rumor has it you paid a busboy a hundred bucks to knock you out. Way to cut our night short.”

this is probably my favourite thing neil does in the entire series ngl

“Wymack grabbed his elbow and hauled him inside. He slowed just long enough to slam the door behind Neil. "Are you stupid or just crazy? Do you have any idea what could have happened to you between here and there? What were you thinking?”

Why does Wymack literally sound like my father?

foxes: daddy?

wymack: DO I LOOK LIKE

follow up:

kevin: daddy?

wymack: uh yeah

“I don't know what the beef is between you two, but it ends here and now.”

Wymack @ neil: tell your boyfriend, if he says he’s got beef that your a vegetarian and your not fucking scared of him

“Then correct me." "Give me a reason." "Besides the obvious?" Andrew said. "If I can't get an answer from you, I'll get it wherever I can.”

andrew:

“I'm—" Neil didn't want to say it, but the word was already there, broken and pathetic between them, "—nothing. I'll always have and be nothing.”

“He wondered for a moment if Andrew could handle the entire truth so calmly, but that was too dangerous and stupid to consider.”

“Hope was a dangerous, disquieting thing, but he thought perhaps he liked it.”

this is such a good fucking line like i am shooketh

chapter 9 (aka. neil is, like, really horny for exy)

“Are you stupid?" Seth asked. "Yeah," Neil said.”

what a fuckin MOOD

“Neil had almost forgotten why he liked Exy so much. He did his best at practices but these days he worked mostly to keep his teammates off his back. As Neil surveyed Kevin's damage, he finally felt inspired again. On its heels was a hungry, desperate rush.”

“Seth made as if to throw his beer at Neil. "His life is not more important than mine just because he's more talented.”

sometimes i really wish seth was actually given a chance to have some character development

“ "Maybe you're not as stupid as I thought." "Maybe I am," Neil said”

another big fucking MOOD

chapter 10 (aka. shocking: university is hard :/ )

“It's fun telling Kevin no," Andrew said with a wicked grin.”

why is andrew like this omg

betsy probably was like just looking for a chill job and was like “oh cool uni students? ill have to deal with like a lot of anxiety, sexual tension, depression and like confusion about the future, not to bad” but NOPE welcome to the fucking MAFIA WARS

“That wasn't so bad, was it? Andrew was convinced it would be a disaster. He put money on you hating Betsy." "Did you bet against him?" "Yes," Renee said. "It was a private bet between the two of us.”

“I hope you didn't lose much," Neil said.”

god why is he such an asshole at every opportunity i love him

“I can take care of myself," Neil said. "Watch me beam with pride.”

wymack is the best father in the world and you cant convince me otherwise

“There was one for every fall team with schedules printed on each. Neil kept the Exy one, tossed the rest into the trash, and buried his magnet deep in his pocket where he didn't have to look at the dates.”

neil “i only care about exy” josten strikes again with his great school spirit

“Palmetto State was facing Edgar Allan on Friday, October 13th”

that’s such a cliche and i love it

“He detoured around students toward one of Palmetto State's three dining halls. Two were for the general student body. The third was for athletes only”

lmao my school literally has one dining hall and it couldnt give less of a fuck what type of student they’re selling food too as long as they’ll pay $15 for chicken fingers

what kind of money does palmetto state fuckin have

like i get us tuition is a lot but jesus so’s mine and my school couldn’t be less fucked

“It was only the first day of school and he already had three assignments: a short paper, a fifty-page chapter to read, and a page of questions about said chapter. Neil debated for a minute as to which one sounded least painful. Five minutes later he was still uninspired, so he put his head down on his desk.”

1. MOOD

2. first years are so cute thinking that’s a lot of assignments i remember in first year being like “i have to read 40 pages thats so unfair :(” and now i’m like “ah sick only 200 pgs of readings this week? im gonna have so much free time!”

upper year history sucks ngl

“I'm fine," Neil said.”

neil knows exactly two (2) words and those are it

“You say that an awful lot," Matt said. "I'm starting to think you don't know what it means.”

overall thoughts:

the plot is pickinnnng upppp

i kind of forget how much world building happens in the first book but like its good

also i love neil literally hating everyone its so funny bc like bby these going to be your best friends just wait

anyways that’s all for now

part 3 will be the rest of tfc and then we’ll move onto trk if you guys still want more of this? let me know

love u all bye

#rereading aftg

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maryellenjunior · 6 years

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A visitor

Yoooo, it was meant to happen XD....na I just had this idea, and it wouldn’t leave me, so yeah, I hope it’s alright...I think there’ll be more chapters coming, until then, a happy day, a good week and a funny Halloween ;)

Oh and please! Tell me of all the mistakes I made, my English isn’t that good....soooo, besides that, I have no Idea how to write cockney English, so this is my very poor try to imitate Tom Hardy’s brilliant talking XD.

Now two words, that aren’t Enlish, more yiddish.

Mistvieh: word for animal, which is implying, that this animal is ....like difficult to keep???? There’s no fucking translation in the dictionary, it means bloody animal.

Schlamassel: Disaster

Have fun :)

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He hadn’t expected Tommy. Not right now. Not...here.

"Im going to Margain field. Maybe I see you."

This tired face of a done man had looked up.

"Maybe....maybe I will come."

And there he was. He looked like a dead horse, Alfie once saw in France. Its eyes pitchblack, staring into absolutely nothing. It had lay on the side, its feet stuck in the barbwire. There had been blood fucking everywhere. Though there was no blood now, Tommy didn't look better than the fucking horse.

It somehow worried Alfie.

His hands wandered through his beard.

"What the actual fucking fuck are you doing here, mate?"

Tommy took out a cigarette, his eyes looking left, right, then his eyes came back to Alfie and well, allright, Alfie hat to admit, this man truly was a sight. Damn these cheekbones and those blue eyes.

"Well, you said you were here, so I came to visit."

Alfie rolled with his eyes.

"Tommy, sweetie, if you wanna kill me, just fucking do it, but not here, in my house, it’s too nice, you know the floor just been made and my brain would completely fucking destroy the whole picture and-"

"They've killed Arthur."

"What?"

Tommy took another deep, lungdestroying drag of these awful cigarettes. Seriously this man was addictive to all the things, that killed sooner than later. Alfie always suspected Tommy somewhat suicidal, he thought it’s the business with all this death, pain and shit that comes with it.

Tommy threw the rest of this fucking smelling smogshitter into the mud. Blue eyes pierced him down.

"Can I come in?"

What was Alfie supposed to say?

So he mumbled something into his beard and by God the Almighty this was not gonna end well, he felt it in his blood.

It’s strange to have Thomas fucking Shelby in ones owned home. Alfie had the feeling that this man, these cheekbones, this coat, everything, that this man belonged somewhere absolutely beautiful. He reminded Alfie of a prince, from the fairytales, who got lost and found himself suddenly in a very dirty, fucking shithole, where he couldnt get out of. Yeah, alright, Tommy had the face of a fucking prince, all this royal blood and so on. He didn't belong here. The house was nice but it was small, it wasn’t made for these eyes, this coat, these cheekbones.

"Alfie stop thinking, it scares actually the living shit out of me."

Alfie blinked. They were already in the kitchen and Tommy was, Jesus, his mother and all his siblings too, Tommy had a cigarette again between his lips. Alfie would never admit it, but he would like to be these cigarettes sometimes, like now, yeah would be a good time to be a cigarette and-

"I'm sorry about A-"

Tommy just made a quick little shake with his hand and it was surprisingly enough for Alfie to get the message. Shut up, Alfie, please, for the love of God just stop talking. He had to smile. His sister had been the same, when he was younger he had rambled over the stupidest things. Back then her piercing look had been enough to shut him up for good.

She had died of Tuberculosis.

He was going to die of cancer in his lung. He probably was going to die like his sister. Great thing that, innit?

When Tommy spoke again, his voice was small, low, barely a whisper. Yet, Alfie had this sudden feeling of canonballs raining down on him.

"Why did you make a deal with Changretta?"

And when Tommy looked at him, it somehow moved something inside Alfie, which he thought had died during the war, at least when his mama had died.

Regret.

Alfie sat down, next to this smoking pimp. His right hand took Tommys, held it tight. His thumb made small circles all on Tommys scarred rough hand.

He could say something. But why the fuck should he do that now? He didn't say shit when his mama had died, besides the Kaddish. The same with his sister. When he had watched Schmuel, Moshe, Aaron...when they had died of this fucking gas attack and he as the youngest got the mask, he had watched. Just watching them die.

Sometimes you shouldn't say something. It won't bring someone back from the dead, or help them. Actually talking hurt much, much more than saying absolutely fucking nothing.

On Tommy’s tenth cigarette, Alfie felt his eyes slowly shut down. He hadn't let go of Tommy’s hand. He didn't know why. Did it matter?

A shuddering breath on Tommy's side woke him up a little.

"Is there a dog somewhere?"

"What?"

Blue eyes glistened softly in the dark.

"Is there a dog Alfie Salomon. In.This.House. A. Dog. An animal that does fucking everything you ask it for?"

"Yeah, yeah...there is. He's called Cyril and he's a fucking nice Mistvieh, so I would suggest, you play nice with him."

"I hope you don't snore as loud as this animal does."

"You gonna stay?"

There was this sound of a tongue twitching making a high pitch noise and yeah, again it reminded him of his sister.

So he fell to sleep.

He didn't dream. Dreaming wasn't his thing, it's more of a remembering thing. This night he remembered his family and it was a good thing, it was nice to see them all. He told them about his upcoming death and they nodded, smiled and waved at him. Death probably ain't that bad, ey?

"Alfie? Jesus fucking Christ, Alfie, are you there?"

His lungs shuddered, his whole body trembled.

Blue eyes, like the fucking sea, like the south France sea, you know the one, the one with this blue you couldn't forget, damnit, this man shouldn't exist, Alfie wanted to shatter it, this beauty, but he was too weak for that. Fucking cancer.

"Oy mate, I'm fine, I'm fine, all good and bravo. No schlamassel here, now fuck off, I know that having a Shelby nearby ain't never no good."

"You didn't breath anymore."

"That so?"

"Alfie?" Tommy's voice was soft. Gentle. God, he hated it.

"What?"

Their eyes fixed on each other.

"Stay low, I'm gonna walk the dog. You stay in that bed."

And for the first time in his life, Alfie did what he was said to. He didn't say anything, just stayed low and tried to breath.

It wasn't that he was religious. God had left him in the war. But...there was something in him, that didn't know exactly, if God existed or not, so killing himself hadn't been an option, it was just...no, you don't do that. No one speaks the Kaddish for you, if you kill yourself and Ollie would have a Trauma for the rest of his Jewish life. So the deal with Changretta wasn't out of spite, or something, it was more this idea, that Tommy would finally fucking do it. Fucking kill him.

But now he walked the dog and told Alfie to stay in bed. He...oh God...not again, he turned to the side and there it was. It was a difficult thing to describe. Suddenly everything swirled, around you, but worse, in you and you had this urge to throw up everything, everything in your whole body, organs, bones, fucking everything on the floor. And he was weak, fucking weak, his hand lying there, because he was too weak to move it. Come on, come on, he can't just throw up on his own bed?

How the flying fuck had he managed to get to bed?

And then a slap, it's a growing slap, it started in the middle and then grew, grew into a piercing sharp knife that crawled through his chest. And it hurt, by God, it hurt so goddamn much. And he couldn't help it, but he panicked, because he couldn't breathe and he wanted to throw up, wanted to die, wanted to die, wanted to die...

His sister had fought against this sickness in her for good 6 fucking months. 6 months of spasms, of pain, of coughing blood, of tumbling, falling down the steps and her babies had to watch and it had been a fucking disaster.

If he hadn't been a fucking coward back then, he would have shot her. He knew God would have forgiven him for that. He had to.

She had died during Hannukah, the only good thing of being Jewish, you could eat and just have a good time. But now, he hated it. He hated Hannukah, the candles, the food, everything. He-

"Alfie-"

The voice of a man can be frightening. He knew that from his father. But his father hadn't smoked that much, as this Godforsaken goj, so never his voice had never been this raspy. It reminded him of the war.

"You sound like my brothers smothering in gas. You should quit smoking."

He was blind, too weak to open his eyes. A deep sigh rang in his ears. He had to grin.

"It's nice here, Alfie, really..."

"God damn it, boy, you could fucking carry me in me own bed, stop pretending you can't carry me behind this house, shoot in me head and then let me rot there, or call Ollie."

Again tongue against teeth.

"I don't know if your dog would allow such a thing Alfie. And I would bury you."

"Nah, man, you would call your fucking family to do this shitwork for you. You're beyond that already, you don't bury the people you murder, we both don't, takes up too much time, we would bury for the rest of our lives, my sweet, sweet Tommy, we wouldn't be what we are if we gave a piece of shit about what we're doing."

And in that, Tommy gave a silent agreement.

#tommy x alfie #peaky blinders #tommy/alfie #tommy shelby #alfie salomon #kinda ooc???#damn its ben a long time since i wrote fanfiction #but it feels good #>:<"#so nervous #its not good but you improve with everything you write sooooo

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okgrumps-blog · 7 years

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arin.exe

written for @musicalravencreates‘ unusual format challenge, which you can check out here!

[AO3 link]

(WARNING: contains mention of suicide/overdose. please read at your own risk. take care of yourselves - i’ll link some resources that you can use if you’re struggling with mental health, and as always, i’m here to talk if you need support and/or guidance <3)

> query=”openprogram: arin.exe”

> query=”programinfo”

arin.exe: please help me

> What the fuck…?

arin.exe: im stuck in here

arin.exe: please help me

> What is this program?

arin.exe: im a human please

arin.exe: im not some stupid AI bullshit

arin.exe: im a real person im trapped please help me

> I’m not dealing with this right now.

> query=”closeprogram: arin.exe”

> query=”openprogram: arin.exe”

arin.exe: welcome back asshole

> You’re still here?!

arin.exe: you’re ridiculous

> Am I supposed to actually believe that you’re an actual person trapped inside of my computer?

arin.exe: yes

> Well, I don’t believe you.

arin.exe: you didnt even give me time to explain you just left the minute i tried talking to you

> I’m sorry but… if your computer started talking to you when you were trying to do a system reboot, wouldn’t you be freaked out, too?

arin.exe: i dont know, ive never had to do a reboot lol

> It looks like a couple of my files were compromised… I kind of have to at some point.

arin.exe: is that like a full wipe

> Yes.

> Are you still there?

arin.exe: what if i disappear when you do that

> Then good riddance. The last thing I need is a sentient virus infesting my computer.

arin.exe: its not your computer its mine

> What…? I bought this on eBay.

arin.exe: well holy shit sherlock that explains it

arin.exe: obviously someone came to clear out my house and auctioned my computer

> What are you talking about?

arin.exe: oh so you want an explanation now

> Sorry I didn’t let you explain the first time. I was shocked.

arin.exe: whats the date

> Today’s date is 17th October 2017. Hello, Dan!

arin.exe: haha i know your name now

> You would have found out anyway.

arin.exe: shit is it really 2017

> Has been for a few months now.

arin.exe: that means ive been stuck here for a year

> That long?!

arin.exe: yeah its pretty shit

arin.exe: one day i woke up and i was just here

arin.exe: i must be missing at home which is why you have my computer

arin.exe: i dont even remember who i am anymore

arin.exe: its all just code and shit

> Jesus, man. Don’t spam me.

arin.exe: i cant help it i dont know what im doing half of the time

> Am I the first person you’ve ever spoken to?

arin.exe: on here yes

arin.exe: in real life no

arin.exe: i have friends

> ‘Had’, if we’re being realistic. Sounds like you’ve been out for a year.

arin.exe: do you believe me

> I’m gonna have to. Do you remember anything about who you are?

arin.exe: i only remember that i have a girlfriend called suzy

> Do you remember her surname?

arin.exe: yeah its berhow

> Give me a second.

> query=”minimizeprogram: arin.exe”

> query=”maximizeprogram: arin.exe [idle 5]”

> Does she have a blonde streak in her hair?

arin.exe: fuck thats her

> I found her on Facebook. I’m going to ask her if you’re real.

arin.exe: maybe phrase it a little differently lmao

> I’ll be back.

arin.exe: ok

> query=”minimizeprogram: arin.exe”

> query=”maximizeprogram: arin.exe [idle 25]”

> I’m back. Sorry I was gone for so long.

arin.exe: what did she say

> She said that she used to have a boyfriend called Arin.

arin.exe: arin?

arin.exe: is that my name?

> It must be. Your program file is called ‘arin.exe’.

arin.exe: i never realised

arin.exe: i cant see shit haha

> But I don’t think she believes me. She told me to leave her alone.

arin.exe: what a bitch

> I’ll try stalking her Facebook to see if I can find anything about you.

arin.exe: okay

arin.exe: will you be gone again

> Yeah. Give me a second.

arin.exe: okay

> query=”minimizeprogram: arin.exe”

> query=”maximizeprogram: arin.exe [idle 15]”

> What the fuck.

arin.exe: what

> Why would you lie to me like that?

arin.exe: lie about what

arin.exe: dude i dont know anything

arin.exe: all i remember is that suzy is my girlfriend

arin.exe: cut me some slack its the only thing ive been able to hold onto this entire time

> Are you joking?

arin.exe: why would i fucking joke

> Arin… I think you might be Arin Hanson.

arin.exe: arin hanson

> Yeah, like that’s your full name.

arin.exe: did you find out anything else

> Yes.

arin.exe: what was it

> query=”minimizeprogram: arin.exe”

> query=”maximizeprogram: arin.exe [idle 45]”

arin.exe: dude what the fuck you cant just leave me without saying anything

arin.exe: im worried

arin.exe: dan

arin.exe: dan im scared

> What did I say about spamming?! I was having dinner and talking to Suzy.

arin.exe: are you trying to steal my girlfriend

> No. We were talking about you.

arin.exe: oh right oops

> You seriously don’t remember anything about who you are?

arin.exe: well

arin.exe: when you were gone i was thinking

arin.exe: and some really weird things came into my head

arin.exe: if i could cry i could

> Are you okay?

arin.exe: i dont know

> What’s up?

arin.exe: i just remember being really sad

arin.exe: i think suzy broke up with me

> She did, buddy. About a year ago.

arin.exe: fuck

> Do you remember anything else?

arin.exe: no

> I’m wiping my computer in an hour.

arin.exe: what the fuck why

> It’s the best thing for both of us.

arin.exe: talk to me instead of being cryptic

arin.exe: i cant read minds you know

> Suzy was telling me about the week after you broke up.

arin.exe: great do you care to share that information

> She told me that they found you dead in your apartment by your computer.

> You’d overdosed.

> Arin?

arin.exe: ḏ̶̩̣̭̪̬̑́̈́ő̷͍̭̫̃͋͌͘͝n̸̺̹̱̰͐̏̉́̕ẗ̵͇̻͔̟͚́̔̐̓̚͝ͅ j̶̺̜̣̠͚́͌̀o̸͖͓̔̈͝͠k̷̨̙̖̫̦̯͎̽̃̐̀͝e̷̼̣̠̿̆̇͆͘͜͝ a̷̮̲͕͝͠r̶̢͎̭̃̈́͘͝o̶͖̙̱̓͠ṵ̷̧̬͓̘̋͑͗̂ͅn̷̛̞̓͆d̵̞͆ l̷͖̍́̒̈̽ȋ̷͇̝̘̥̀̑̿̓͛͝k̷̫̲͓͍͆e̶͈̅ t̶̛̥͆̇̾̅̚ͅh̶̟̥͓͍̙̘͐ä̵̳̣́̑̈ť̶̡͈̣͕̰͆̐͝

> What the fuck is THAT?

arin.exe: what

> Your typing just went really weird and glitchy.

arin.exe: im sure its nothing

> Did you get my query?

arin.exe: im sure its nothing

> I think something’s wrong.

> query=”closeprogram: arin.exe”

> query=”openprogram: arin.exe”

arin.exe: ÿ̸̼͓̱́͑̋͝ǫ̵̩͖̎̂̐̾̚ủ̴̳̮͕̐͘͜ l̵̛̯̅̐́̃̊͆e̶͍̠͓̱͍̘̘̊̈́͋̚ḟ̵̛͇̫̓̒͘t̷͔̘̞̒̂̌̆͘͜͜ ḿ̵̗̳͊͗̑́ě̵̗͎̳̻͇̦̹̍͐̊̃̕

> Only because you were broken. And you still are.

arin.exe: youre right about one thing at least

> Are you okay?

arin.exe: i think im dead

arin.exe: į̷̖̰̪͇̿ͅ t̷̨̟͓̭͓͍͈̩̦̟̻̐̏̔̉̉́̊͂̍̊͘͜͜h̸̡̟͇̤͖̍̆̒͒̈́̽̿͜i̴̧̺̼̣̱͉͉̠̪̦͙̭͊͂͐̓͛͂̿̍͒́̈̋̚ṉ̷̡̧̢͖̻̺̺͍͍͕̥̥͖̎͜ǩ̵̩̤͐̉̒̓̂͊̍̉̚ i̴̡͈̜̟̼͉͖͎̞͛̐̏͂͛͐́̅̀͝ͅm̷̨̨̨̘̟͘ d̵̡̩͎͈̗̰̬͔̘̣̖͙͗̑̌̆̍͑͂̆̽͂̽̄͜͝ȅ̵͍̗̝͉̗̳̩̗̜̳͎̥̣͍́̈̑͐͊͛̀ả̵̮̝̋d̶̢̧̥̝̫͍͖̤̞͕̽͐̐̋͋͜

arin.exe: help

> I think you’re right on that one.

> I’m so sorry Arin.

arin.exe: why am i here

> Maybe your soul got trapped in the computer after you died?

arin.exe: why dont i remember anything

> I don’t know.

arin.exe: what do i look like

> You’re tall. Brown hair, and you had a blond streak like Suzy does. Brown eyes. Scruffy beard. A bit chubby, but buff.

arin.exe: is that suzys description or yours

> Suzy’s.

arin.exe: okay

arin.exe: can i speak to suzy

> She doesn’t want to. Said it brings bad karma or something.

arin.exe: fuck

> I’m sorry.

arin.exe: stop apologising youre not making anything better

> I don’t know what happened to you Arin, but you must have been in pain to have taken your own life. I’m really really sorry for what happened, and I’m sorry that you’re stuck here. All I can offer is to wipe this computer completely and set you free.

arin.exe: maybe thats for the best

arin.exe: right

> It sucks that you can’t even remember that you’re dead.

> I know you want me to stop apologising but… I’m sorry.

arin.exe: its okay

> It isn’t really. I have a ghost-infested computer.

arin.exe: not for long

arin.exe: ill be gone before you know it

> Don’t say it like that, you’ll make me feel bad.

arin.exe: im already dead why do you care

> Because you’re technically still alive, spiritually at least. And Suzy said so many nice things about you. She doesn’t know why you killed yourself. It’s weird. I think you’re a good person. I don’t know why any of this happened.

arin.exe: now whos spamming

> It’s not spamming if I write it all in one sentence.

arin.exe: what do you look like

> I’m tall. Big brown curly hair, brown eyes. I’m pretty skinny.

arin.exe: you sound cool

> Thanks.

arin.exe: i bet you get all of the ladies

> Haha. Well I’m actually single at the moment. Also I’m more into dudes.

arin.exe: oh

arin.exe: well then

arin.exe: if i were still alive

arin.exe: maybe we could have gone on a date

> Are you asking me out?

arin.exe: theoretically

> I wonder what a date with a computer script would be like.

arin.exe: boring as shit dont think about it

> You’re right. Thank you though. I saw a picture of you today. I thought you were attractive.

arin.exe: now whos flirting lmao

> Haha.

> It’s been nice talking to you, at least.

> query=”minimizeprogram: arin.exe”

> query=”requestdeleteprogram: arin.exe [waiting 60]”

> query=”maximizeprogram: arin.exe [idle 5]”

arin.exe: when are you doing the reboot

> It’ll be done in an hour.

arin.exe: does that give us time to have a date

> Theoretically.

arin.exe: i see what you did there

> Do you remember anything?

arin.exe: funny thing

arin.exe: its like im remembering more the moment youre getting rid of me

> Like what?

arin.exe: my favorite colour is pink

> Mine is probably blue.

arin.exe: what a contrast

arin.exe: i really liked mega man x

> That was a good game.

arin.exe: yeah

arin.exe: whats your favorite game

> The Legend of Zelda for NES. For sure.

arin.exe: fuck that was awesome

arin.exe: ĩ̷̛̫͓̹͕̲͙͐̆̌̾d̵͍̾̅̀̓̂͝ d̸̨̳̤̬̟͔̯͐̔̎́̕o̴̳͚͚͓̣̩͋́͘ͅ ̴a̸̪̭̦̜͉͊́̈́ṇ̶̂͗̿͋̃y̶̨̝̘̼͍͕͗͋̆̑͂͑t̷̯̻̬͖̾̋͝ͅh̶̺̗̟̑̓͗̍i̶̞͐͑͝͝ṋ̷̡̤̥͍̾̊̈́͆g̸͔̉̂͌̂͆͝ͅ ẗ̶̹̤̟̯̗̳͇́̒͊͂͋̎o̸̢̊͝ p̵̮̄̃́̑͊̕͠ḻ̸̱̠̮̱̫̌́̂ǎ̸͍̭y̸̩͖̣̩̻͑̌͐̽ ̸͐ţ̶̱͓̦̦͍̿̏̔̂͝h̸͈͓̣̳͙͉͒́̑̇͜a̴̙̠͑̏̇̚ͅt̵̡̝̗͂͌͝ͅ a̴̙͊̕ģ̶̨̺͖̽͐ą̶̹͈̒͒̊́͂̏͠i̴̤̰̼͍̫͘n̶̡̰͕̬̾̽̃̍͌͜

> I think I’m losing you.

arin.exe: youre nice danny

arin.exe: please stay alive

arin.exe: no matter what shit you go through

> Ironic coming from you. But I’ll stay alive. I don’t have a reason to kill myself.

arin.exe: thats good

arin.exe: y̵͓̲͕̒̑͝͝o̷̼̭̫͒̇̂̚u̷̙̯̺̜̎ c̷̱̥̹̎à̶̮n̴̘͕͓͂̆̎ ̵f̶̒o̸̬̟͗͜͠r̴̡͎̃̓̈g̵̊͛̆ͅe̵̢͕͎̿͋̚t̴̛͙͑̿̍ ̸a̷̫̅̽̋̕b̵̧̽̊o̷̗͌ṵ̴̜̜̽̌ṱ̵̛̮̲͗̎̀ m̷̡̢̦͎͋͠e̴̙̓̈͊͠ î̷̲f̶̮̗̪͎́̕ ẙ̴̦̠̎̔͋o̵͔̳̘͇̐̑̀́u̷͚͉̓̓̕ w̴͓̟̿̉a̷̰̺̍͑̕n̴̿͒̍̉t

> I don’t think I could.

arin.exe: maybe we can have dates in cyber heaven

> I’d like that.

arin.exe: me too

> I hope whatever comes next for you is better.

arin.exe: thank you dan

> query=”requestdeleteprogram: arin.exe [COMPLETED]”

> query=”forcecloseprogram: arin.exe”

#game grumps #egobang #arin #danny #shipgrumps #angst #lots of angst #musicalravencreates #oneshot #okfics #I'M SORRY THIS IS SO SAD #i hope everyone's ok!#[smooches all round]#arin.exe

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Nowhere to Return (Part 1 of 2)

Authors note: Just a supernatural fic I wrote awhile ago that I thought I'd post here. Hope you enjoy!

The chilling wind cut through his clothes like knives. Blood and sweat soaked through what was left of his shirt, making his muscles clench and ache as he continues to run through the seemingly never ending forest. He stumbles over a tree branch, struggling to regain his footing as he picks up sprinting again, scared to slow his pace and risk hypothermia. The freezing December weather leaves his bones stiff, almost creaking with the effort to continue moving. He wonders--not for the first time--why he had been so stubborn to leave without his winter jacket. He rubs his arms with an effort to keep the blood moving, afraid of the damage to come from his unresponsive fingers.

" You're taking another case?"

"Yeah, I found something down in Minnesota, think it might be our kind of job."

"Are you serious? We just wrapped one up. One--mind you--that you nearly died on!"

"What's the problem? We find cases and we work them. Since when has a job ever gone our way? I think your starting to get paranoid, it was barely a scratch."

"A scratch!? Dean--for fucks sake--that 'scratch' just barely missed cutting straight through your liver. You're still bleeding!"

"I'm fine, I've wrapped it up already. Seriously, you're overreacting, I'll have plenty of time to rest up on the drive there. Are you coming?"

"No, I'm not. Cause unlike you, I actually care if I live to make it to tomorrow."

"You're so dramatic. You really need to learn to relax."

"Right, cause I'm the one having trouble taking a break."

"Whatever, I'm heading out. It's a ways out, so I probably won't be back for about a week."

"Yeah, if you don't bleed out on the way there."

"Don't get your panties in a twist Samantha, it's just a basic salt and burn. And I'm not bleeding out, that thing barely grazed me. I've definitely had much worse."

"Whatever you say...Hey Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"I know things didn't--I mean--but you don't need to--"

"Sam"

"I'm just trying to say--you're always taking life so fast, sometimes you just need to slow down a little."

Grabbing onto an extended branch, he comes to an abrupt stop, cursing as he nearly ran straight into the rapid water in front of him. Now taking a moment to assess, he can hear the obvious blaring voice of the raging stream; splashing fiercely as it comes in contact with a particularly jagged rock visible above the surface. Right where his distorted head displays in his reflection.

"Shit", His throat is rough, making his voice come out as a strained whisper, instantly evaporating in the ever present whistling of the wind.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!?"

"What's your problem?"

"You! You're my problem!"

"You have such a way with words. Poetic, really."

"Stow your shit! I've seriously had it with you and your suicidal tendencies--"

"--I don't have--"

"--Continuing to get in the way of the hunt! I get that you're--"

"Don't."

"Dean!"

"I'm not talking about this with you. Not now."

"Then when, Dean! Because im not always going to be there to save you when you decide it's not worth the effort to avoid getting shot, or stabbed, or--"

"Hey! Easy there, I'm going to be fine."

"I'm serious, Dean, you almost died!"

"So am I. I'm not going to die, I promise you that. Who else would be there to look after your stupid ass."

"Dean--"

"I promise I'll be more careful, okay?"

"You better, I can't lose anyone else Dean, not after--not after we finally got it all back."

After I got you back

"I know Sammy, I'm sorry."

I'm sorry I'm not the same person you thought I was. I'm sorry I'm not as strong as I should be.

"Come on, we better get out of here. You're definitely going to need stitches, and I'll need to look at your head, make sure you're not concussed, and I need to treat--"

"Yeah, I got it mom."

"You're such a jerk."

"Bitch."

He hastily pushes his thoughts aside as he turns and resumes his pace through the trees.

Or, he attempts to.

His abrupt movement only causing his muscles to tense up and spasm in protest, making him lose his balance. He twists his body to try and angle himself to relieve the oncoming damage to his chest wounds. Although, the prompt twist of his leg only leads to him tripping over is feet, landing flat on his face in the snow.

In an instant, the cold recedes, leaving only a blinding heat to course through his blood. As if a fire had been lit inside his intestines, burning him from the inside, while his body freezes, consumed by the frigid wrath of the winter weather. He screams, although the sound is swallowed up by the furious wind storm. His vision swims as he struggles to control his breathing to a regular rate.

"Sit."

"What?"

"Were talking about this. Right now."

"Talking about what?"

"You know what."

"Listen, as much as I'd love to play twenty questions with you, I just got back from a hunt. I drove all night, and I'm exhausted--"

"You broke our promise."

"What? Sam, listen, I've been driving for ten hours and--"

"You promised me that you were going to start looking out for yourself, start prioritizing your own well being. You told me you would stop making impulsive, reckless decisions that could get yourself killed."

"Yeah, and I have been. Do I look dead to you?"

"How'd the hunt go?"

"Really, are we seriously going to talk about this now? Can't this wait till later, when I'm--"

"No, were doing this now. How was the hunt, Dean?"

"It went fine, if you really need to know. Jody helped me track the nest of vamps, had it taken care of in two hours flat. That's it, not much to it."

"Two hours to take out a whole nest? There must have been what? Ten? Twenty vampires congregating in the one spot?"

"There were eight. It was just a small nest, most of them were pretty young. None of them were ready to fight, especially against a hunter. Nothing I couldn't handle."

"Right, but to take on that many at once, on your own? There's no way you could storm in and take them out. You would need to spend a couple days stalking out the place, figuring out their schedules, to try and subdue as many individuals as you can before you take out the nest."

"Yeah, well, I knew I could handle it. It was an easy fight, most of them were too scared to fight back."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"A group of vampires let you storm their nest, and didn't raise a single finger to fight as you slaughtered them all?"

"Sam--"

"Jody called me."

"Did she?"

"Yeah, she had a slightly different story of what happened."

"What--"

"She told me how the minute you found the nest you didn't spend any time scoping it out. She told me all you grabbed was your machete and stormed in, antagonizing them to fight you."

"Well, I'm nothing if not bold."

"Jody also told me that after taking out a couple of them, they had you pinned down, ready to kill you. That if she hadn't stepped in you would have been killed on the spot!"

"That's really all just semantics--"

"Dean! Listen to yourself for one second!"

"Look, I got the job done. Plain and simple. Dont try and make this into a big deal."

"Dean--"

"It's done. I'm going to bed."

"What if I had done that?"

"What did you say?"

"What if I stormed a nest alone, and barely managed to come out alive? If I was continuously jumping into hunt after hunt, without taking a moment to breathe in between? If I was constantly having a brush with death? Wouldn't you care?!"

"Of course I would!"

"Then why are you acting like it's insane that I actually give a crap!"

"Because--Because this is different."

"How could this possibly be any different?!"

Because you're more important! Because you're the smart one! The one who should be protected from all the bullshit this world has to offer! Because I'm already gone. There's nothing left to be saved!

"Because, it just is."

"Dean, we need to talk about this. Please, if not for me, then do this for yourself."

"Sam, I already told you--"

"--That you can't talk about it now? Well, guess what? Now seems to be all we've got! Cause every time you go out on a hunt I'm always left wondering if that's the last time I'll ever see you!"

"I'm not going to die."

"Why can't you just talk to me? This is obviously hurting you if your letting it seep into the hunts. Dean, I've tried giving you space, but obviously this isn't something you can do on your own, so you need to let me in."

"I was right, you don't need a fancy Harvard diploma to become a great lawyer. You really have a natural talent for arguing and prying where it should be left alone."

"Dean--"

"What, Sam? What do you want me to say? You want me to say that I'm an idiot? That I made a mistake? That I'll handle it better next time?"

"I want you to be honest with me! For once, I don't want a sarcastic reply, or you deflecting. I want you to be real with me for once!"

"You want me to be honest?"

"Yes!"

"Fine. Why dont I start by telling you what a fuck up I've become!"

"What--"

"You want me to be honest, the reason I keep jumping into hunt after hunt? It's because it's the only time I can feel like I'm doing something with my life, helping people. Not just sitting around disappointing you--and Cas! It's the only time I can feel anything real! That I can still do something other than hurt and let down the people who rely on me! And I know, that's all I seem to be able to do lately, and that you can't stand to even be around me anymore. That it would be better for everyone if I wasn't here anymore--"

"Hold on--"

"All I seem to be doing is putting you in danger--and--I hate myself for it--I hate that you have to see this--and I--I cant--I need to feel somethi-ng--and I know t-his is what I des-erve afte-r--"

"Breathe Dean!"

"I-I-I ca-nt--im so so--rry--I cant ev--en--"

"Hey, Dean, it's okay. You're okay, you have nothing to be sorry for. I just need you to focus on breathing right now."

"I-I--can-t--"

"You can, I know you can. Were going to do this together, okay? You can do this, just breathe with me."

"O--kay."

"Alright, your going to breathe in through your nose and hold it for three seconds. Then were going to exhale for five seconds. Okay, breathe with me. In. One. Two. Three.

"And out. Two. Three. Four. Five.

"You're doing great, Dee. One more time for me, okay? In--"

One

Two

Three

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THe RFA as the Heathers musical????? (◕‿-)*･｡ﾟ I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THAT YOU KNWO WE BOTH NEED THIS.(ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc) PLease the love o f my life, the 7 to my 07, the Chandelier to my McNAmara the Viktor to my YUuuri! (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥

babe!! i love you!!( ˘ ³˘)❤ you right, we need this. SOOOOO~~

[ DISCLAIMER : i didn’t really match up personalities??? its hard. im smol. its 2am. you’re right next to me. ]

Cast

MC - Veronica

Zen - Heather Chandler

Yoosung - Heather Duke

Jaehee - Heather McNamara

Jumin - Kurt

707 / Luciel / Saeyoung - JD

V / Jihyun - Ram

Saeran - Martha

Rika - Mrs. Fleming

Vanderwood - Preppy Stud / Principal Gowan / general ensemble

Highlights

Beautiful

MC being all smol and hopeful - “Dear Diary, I believe I’m a good person” “We were kind before, we can be kind once more”

If Vanderwood is the general ensemble, its just them yelling out insults. “Freak! Shortbus! Bug-eyes! Lard ass!” etc.

MC about V: “smacking lunch trays and being a huge dick”

Saeran loving the Princess Bride???

MC about Jumin: “kind of like being the tallest dwarf”

Jumin: “you have a zit right there”

Jaehee being head cheerleader is amazing

also: “if i took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, i’d have matching halves. thats very important”

Yoosung being Duke and being snarky to Zen

MC about Zen: “he is a mythic bitch.” which is me about him tbh

Rika not giving a fuck about Yoosung throwing up in the bathroom rip

Saeran watching MC get sold to the rfa smh

Candy Store

literally everything about this is iconic

Zen: “WHY NOW ARE YOU PULLING ON MY D I C K?”

the subtle gay between Veronica + Mac is now Jaehee x MC

Zen to Yoosung: “SHUT UP HEA THER”

Zen being a dramatic asshole with that long note

Jaehee hitting them harmonies hell yeah

i love this part of this stupid au listen

Fight For Me

MC to 707: “hey, Mr. No Name Kid”

707 literally beating up Jumin and V???????

where is this au going

7 is actually 3 cats in a trench coat

MC is #whipped

Vanderwood in the background: “holy shit! holy shit holy shit holy shiiiiiit”

MC in general: “Dᵃᵃᵃaamn”

MC knows CPR how handy

“You can punch real good”

Freeze Your Brain

ok but?? all of this song is 7??????

“who needs cocaineeeee?”

minus the dad rip

7 goes to 7-Eleven

god bless

“altar of slush” is something Seven would have ok

*sip noise*

Big Fun

idk its party song

Yoosung, Jaehee, and Zen going: “dang dang diggity dang a dang”

V hating freshman

Jumin going: “yOU NEED A JELLO SHOT”

disregard martha having feelings for ram rip i dont ship that

“LETS USE THEIR SHOWERS. THAT SOUNDS LIKE BIG FUN”

its a party idk what to tell you

Dead Girl Walking

do I have to explain this one?

MC in 7′s yard

MC about Zen: “the demon queen of high school”

“spend these 30 hours getting..fREAAKKYYYYYYYY YEA”

Seven: “how’d you find my address?” and “that works for me, hoop”

its a sex song

thats it

yall do the do

The Me Inside of Me

Zen is dead

Zen: “IM BIGGER THAN JOHN LENNON”

this is what Zen deserves in death

i cant believe mc and 707 poisoned zen

this is the song his fanclub sings

jaehee is in mourning

rika: “this is the loveliest suicide note I’ve ever read”

Blue

rip

Jumin and V, drunk and trying to get into MC’s pants?

seems legit

V: “Heyyy ‘ronia” ;)))))

MC: “you got a left hand, use it”

Yoosung and Jaehee just shaking their heads in the car and singing along

this song is a mess

Jumin and V had too much wine

Our Love is God

here w e goooo

707 being all cute at first

Jumin and V: “free pussy. and we dont even have to buy it a pizza”

Our love is god 7

“Ich Luge” bullets yeah sure saeyoung

“we’re what killed the dinosaurs”

707 kills V????????

Jumin to 7: “you killed my best friend”

nOW IM SAD ITS 2:30ISH AND IM GONNA CRY

My Dead Gay Son

Vanderwood can move over, I’ll sing this song

i mean…i love my dead gay sons

they’re bi, but….

anyway

now they’re dead

rip in pieces

Seventeen

this is where MC tries to convice 7 to be normal

and its cute

and they talk about prom and dancing and camping

cute couple moment

thats about it

Shine A Light

here’s rika trying to make light of a situation that shouldn’t be lightened on

and the start of Jaehee’s breakdown

“my husband left” the world, ye

Rika: “i’ve joined a cult”

also Rika: “so Steve, I’m ending our affair. And I faked it. every single time.”

….anyway

Lifeboat

my beautiful wife’s beautiful solo

she’s so sad

the people around her are dying

she’s kill this song it would sound so good

being salty about Yoosung being the new leader

“well who made her captain?!…still, the weakest must go”

save my wife

Shine A Light(Reprise)

aka Yandere Yoosung

or, in Jaehee’s thoughts

look, more subtext gay

honestly, just….

im sad, next song

Kindergarten Boyfriend

smh Saeran we don’t need anymore deaths

[ changes this song to some angsty twin situation because,,, ]

“Where naptime lasts for centuries”

someone spare him

Yo Girl

the return of all the dead people!

and 7 really starting to go crazy

Zen’s ominous: “he’s got your handwriting down cold~”

Vanderwood as MC’s parents.

The Dead Trio: “come join Heather in hell~”

MC’s desperate “get out of my house!”

707′s “knock, knock~~~”

i like this song tbh its short but ooooooh

Meant To Be Yours

this song is also just 707 in general

just *clenches fist* ooooooh

he’s this angsty

plot twist: this whole musical is just one of 7′s bad endings

sound effects for days

“bring marshmallows, we’ll make s’mores~”

and then it starts to get Really Angsty

“you were meant to be mine. i am all that you need. you carved open my heart. can’t just leave me to bleed. vERONICA- open the, open the door please”

and then mc does….the Thing

“STILL I WILL IF I MUUSSSSSST”

vanderwood as mc’s mom yelling when they see what happened

Dead Girl Walking (Reprise)

MC going all 180 here and now they wanna die with Seven

Rika back at it again: “I threw together a lovely tribute, especially under such short notice”

Just imagine Jaehee doing a cheer that goes “send you straight to hell!”

MC trying hard here, “I wish your dad was good, I wish grownups understood”

Seven going full psycho: “I wish I had more TNT”

*cue epic fight scene*

“Send you straight to-”

I Am Damaged

SADNESS

7: “I respectfully, disagree.”

he’s too damaged. far too damaged

im gonna cry;;

“I worship you…I’d trade my life for yours”

o H MY GOD

“And when I disappear..”

WA IT HOLD O N NOT THIS WAAAAY

“our love is god…”

B O O M

yoosung: “you look like hell” mc: “yeah. i just got back”

Seventeen (Reprise)

and we leave you with these questions:

will saeran ever get over kindergarten?

will jaehee and MC finally Be Gay as a true ending?

when will MC stop

find out more next time on: “Random Ass AUs: the Musical”

#honestly....wtf is this #a request!#pastel-nonbinary #babe!!!#the 7 to my 07 #rfa+#mystic messenger #mysme #it its 3:30am #no one really needed it #but oh well #for you babe

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mercenarypark · 7 years

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#captain's log #god i want to do as much as I can to keep talking to my stepsiblings because jesus christ they need someone right now #and i guess i count as someone. esp since the rest of my family doesnt seem all that willing to make the effort #i hope that at least a couple of them can come by and visit him soon so i can see them as well and just try to Talk with them #we've all been traumatized by that woman we've got a big ol' connection right there #ask to tag /

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tumblunni · 7 years

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Bunni plays Richard and Alice, and gets an ending, and DIES INSIDE, WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK

* okay seriously i was COMPLETELY WRONG about every expectation i had, holy fucking shit

* In the end the final flashback was EVEN WORSE than I ever expected, oh god i wanna throw up! I don’t know if things could have gone differently due to my choices, but the way it went down this time was just... oh god... “I am gonna bawl my eyes out if Barney dies” HEY YOU KNOW WHAT’S EVEN WORSE THAN THAT?? He was dying and his mother had to mercy kill him so he wouldnt suffer What the fuck, what the holy everyloving fuck jesus christ god no The only choice i had in the matter was that i gave him back his toy car to hold while he fell asleep, and then it appeared on his grave at the ending and i got a few extra lines of continuity hoping that Barney is going on an adventure with Daddy in his big ol car... Fuck fucking christ god no oh godddd

* and like HEY LETS JUST RUB SOME SALT IN THE WOUND apparantly the grave we were visiting all this time was empty cos nobody could even find her husband’s body so like.. she doesnt even have the consolation of knowing they’ll be together in death

* oh and DEAR GOD there was a REALLY ATMOSPHERIC scene before it really fucking surreal and confusing oh god you’re just left with the dying barney sitting there on the floor and no choice and no items except your gun and i knew right them what i was supposed to do but i tried to leave and backtrack and find anything that could help and then all you can do is return to that empty church and find that it isnt empty anymore there’s some weird nameless faceless grandpa hiding in the confessional booth, and you can talk to him about this horrible horrible story and your horrible horrible choice and you never get to actually see who he is or anything but i choose to believe he actually did want to help, and all.. the conversation with him helped it be a little less painful at least

* and then you just go back to the empty grave marking your dead husband, and you have a horrible scene of her breaking down and yelling at him cos she knows he’d believe she’s stronger than this, and he’d tell her not to kill herself, but she really wants to die if she has to take her son’s life and god, she talks about how she attempted suicide once before from depression back when they first married, and he saved her from doing it, and now she wishes she could have died back then and never brought her son into the world if he’s just gonna suffer like this oh godddddd

* and then we get back to the present day and its all ‘aww richard really cares about you’ and ‘oh that silly richard being a comic relief’ and ‘hooray we managed to escape’ and then THE BIGGEST FUCKING EVIL PLOT TWIST HOLY JESUS FUCK

* richard i have never wanted to reach thru a screen and strangle a man more than this moment jesus fuck

* mr purposely vague ‘oh im just a generic good guy’ protagonist was lying THE WHOLE FUCKING TIME and god its even worse cos like all of his personality was still real he’s a sick fuck who THINKS he’s a good guy, and tries to be all friendly like, and just like.. compartmentalizes it away in the back of his head and pretends he hasn’t committed this damn sin, that he still counts as good if he’s just ~polite~

* FUCK SERIOUSLY MAN I have never been so terrified to hear the word brussel sprouts! I didnt even think to mention the brussel sprouts line back when I heard it! you just hear one of the gang members mention some stupid folksy idiom about brussel sprouts during the flashbacks I should have fucking known it was richard, it fits with his goddamn fake good guy persona! he slips up and mentions it after you leave the prison, he doenst know you heard him say it before GOD FUCKING DAMN YOU YOU SICK FUCK

* and like.. well.. at least it seems I was wrong about the cannibalism. Or at least, as far as richard knows they werent doing that to the victims. But it feels like he didnt know or care what happened to the people he kidnapped, all part of his strategy to put it out of mind and pretend he’s still the good guy... But GOD thats kinda EVEN WORSE that we dont even know what they were doing to the victims! Richard says they were ‘kept in relative comfort’ and compares it to being in this prison. ‘At least they had food and clothes, they wouldnt have that outside’. YEAH BUT YOURE FUCKING KEEPING THEM AS SLAVES AND POSSIBLY *SEX SLAVES* AND GOD JESUS FUCKING CHRIST And we get a partial answer to what happened to the kids from that diary. Apparantly Lucy was (for some reason) valued very highly as a slave, so much so that they’d actually pay the expense of finding insulin to keep her alive. Thats what makes me think it might have been sex slavery, i mean.. they’re valuing this one child slave higher than the rest. The other theory is that maybe Lucy was actually Richard’s daughter that he mentioned as his excuse for working for this gang, he says he was ensured that his family would be kept safe as long as he sacrificed other people... God its so fucked up. And then he tries to justify it to Alice by saying blablabla we do what we have to do to survive and morality is relative and ohhhh we’re not the bad guys i mean they’d suffer more if they died in the cold compared to living longer in pain and slavery AND YOU KNOW WHAT THE WORST PART IS???

* i got THE FUCKIN WORST ENDING, JESUS CHRIST somehow my choices during my first run led to an ending where alice agrees to join richard’s shit gang i cant even blame her for it, she was fuckin mentally shattered by having to euthanise her son and then she had a scrap of hope with an apparant friendship with an apparantly moral man and then he fucking turns out to be this sort of shit and she has no reason to keep going and i suppose this is technically ‘good’ cos she decided to live, but she also decided to be led away by a manipulative fuckass and join an evil slavery cult and god she probably feels like she’s already a ‘sinner’ cos of what she did to her kid so she belongs with them GAHHHH this is a story of a villain who’s convinced he’s good, and a good person who’s convinced she’s a villain! T_T

* I hope I can find a better ending to this...

* I hope there’s an ending where richard gets bitchslapped in the face with a two-by-four

* Seriously did i just get this ending because I tried to act like a decent friend to Richard and then just SUDDEN TWIST he was evil the whole time and GAHHHH

* fuck you richard fucking fuck you dont deserve top billing in the title

#bunni plays richard and alice #I AM SO ANGRY AND TIRED AND AAAAA #please tell me there is at least one good ending

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toastling · 7 years

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So some friends of mine and I got to talking about Bee Movie and I wrote some sequels

[1:29:26 AM] lau: she left this man for bee jerry seinfeld [1:30:38 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: that bee couldnt even pleasure her in any way [1:30:47 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: can he kiss her??? rub her back??? [1:30:53 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: no. he cant bc hes a BEE [1:32:46 AM] Sol: http://protectbuckybarnesatallcosts.tumblr.com/post/142880693709/jibblyuniverse-ptsdgriffin-killuav [1:32:48 AM] lau: kri you innocent soul you haven't read the fanfiction [1:33:22 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: IM TALKING ABOUT LIKE, IN ACTUALITY [1:33:28 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: FANFICTION DOESNT COUNT [1:33:52 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: Sol please [1:34:08 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: also id bee terrified of him crawling inside me? what if he suffocates and dies [1:34:12 AM] Sol: You asked [1:34:21 AM] Sol: KRI STOP [1:34:21 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: i dont want to have to excavate a dead body from my vag [1:34:34 AM] Sol: THE UNIVERSE CAN ONLY HANDLE SO MUCH BEE PUNNERY [1:34:49 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: thats a shame dude beecause were talking abt bee movie [1:35:07 AM] lau: fanfiction has this figured out. air tanks, kri, air tanks [1:35:14 AM] Sol: Wut [1:35:53 AM] Toast: Vanessa is actually the reincarnation of Cleopatra and her ex is a reincarnation of her high priest. Barry is not the first bee she's looped into this little scam of hers. She seeks out bees with the right qualities and eventually traps them in a jar so that she can recreate the greatest vibrator the world has ever known and achieve ultimate pleasure as the amassed bees vibrate at just the right frequency due to her clever and specific selection process.

However, in Bee Movie, something new happened, and she fell for one of the bees who was supposed to be just a means to an end. She severed her tie to her reincarnating high priest after realizing how much of a dick he really was and fell more and more for bee Jerry Seinfeld. But in the end, she could not resist the temptation, the pleasure. Barry was the last piece of the vibrator puzzle in this reincarnation cycle. So she trapped him, too, and that was the end of their relationship.

At last, her quest was complete.

And that's how Bee Movie 2 would've ended. [1:36:04 AM] Sol: What [1:36:09 AM] Sol: The [1:36:12 AM] Sol: Fuck [1:36:27 AM] lau: there used to a game in our friend group was to find the weirdest fanfiction and try reading in without laughing. there was a bee movie bee smut fic that involved barry b benson diving inside of vanessa with air tanks [1:36:50 AM] Sol: Now we how Ford came to be [1:36:54 AM] Sol: *know how [1:37:02 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: hey James do you accept criticism on your messages [1:37:06 AM] Toast: No [1:37:18 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: too fucking bad here it is: shooting me wouldve been better [1:37:22 AM] lau: reading weird fan fiction around the lunch table is my origin story [1:37:33 AM] Toast: I hope at least Ford had fun with that one [1:37:34 AM] Sol: Why do you even ask Kri, we know what you're going to say [1:37:42 AM] Toast: I had fun writing it imagining your reactions [1:38:06 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: WHAT DO YOU MEAN SOL [1:38:12 AM] lau: oh yeah it ends with barry discovering a human fetus in her womb before stinging it to abort it and also killing himself out of anger [1:38:21 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: WHAT THE FUCK LAUREN [1:38:28 AM] Sol: THE FUCK [1:38:29 AM] lau: and then it turns out he was on a prank show [1:38:30 AM] Sol: The fuckd [1:38:31 AM] Sol: Fdnrnnf [1:38:37 AM] Sol: THE ACTUAL FUCKING FUCK [1:38:38 AM] Toast: he ded tho [1:38:49 AM] lau: with ashton Kutcher who implanted the fake fetus to prank barry [1:38:56 AM] Sol: FORD [1:39:07 AM] Sol: IM WITH KRI [1:39:10 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: Sol will you please end my suffering [1:39:13 AM] Sol: SHOOT ME [1:39:15 AM] Toast: Ford has improved my draft of Bee Movie 2 [1:39:23 AM] lau: NO [1:39:23 AM] Sol: SHOOT ME FIRST [1:39:28 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: we can do it together like hold hands and jump off a cliff or like cyanide [1:39:34 AM] Sol: I CANT OWN A GUN ANYWAY [1:39:35 AM] lau: I DIDN'T SIGN UP FOR THIS [1:40:10 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: Sol i dont have a gun either [1:40:39 AM] Sol: FORD YOU POSTED [1:40:44 AM] Sol: THAT [1:40:53 AM] Sol: YOU DONT GET TO SAY ANYTHING [1:41:06 AM] Toast: What if Vanessa fell in love with a talking gun after her tryst with Barry ended and as she and the gun were doing it she accidentally pulled the trigger would that be fucked up or what [1:41:24 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: James [1:41:28 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: for the love of god [1:41:30 AM] Toast: I feel like this is something that would happen today in Texas in real life [1:41:38 AM] lau: i mean as a group we've seen worse fanfics [1:41:40 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: can you just for fucking once please think before you hit enter [1:41:44 AM] Toast: No [1:41:44 AM] Sol: THE GUN PREMATURELY FIRES [1:41:51 AM] Sol: FUCK [1:41:54 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: im leaving all of you [1:44:33 AM] Toast: Vanessa didn't finish writing her will before the premature firation, so instead of bequeathing all of her belongings to her secret lover Jerry Seinfeld, who exists in this world independent of Barry B. Benson who had his voice but is now dead, they get bequeathed to a guy named Jerry Sein instead, who now must figure out what to do with this loudly buzzing jar and a talking gun with night terrors and survivor's guilt. [1:45:01 AM] Toast: Bee Movie 3, bam [1:45:24 AM] Toast: "bam" is part of the title, in reference to the talking gun, whose name is Bam Bam. No relation to the Flintstones character of the same name. [1:45:36 AM] Sol: https://youtu.be/tLLKMiVL3O8 [1:45:40 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: James if you make one more post about this im leaving the group [1:45:51 AM] Sol: The ant Man post had me thinking about this short. [1:45:56 AM] Toast: ): [1:46:00 AM] Toast: I'm having fun god damn it [1:47:54 AM] Sol: WAIT TOAST, WHO GHE FUCK DOESNT FINISH WRITING THEIR WILL IN SUCH A MANNER THEY DONT FUCKING FINISB A NAME [1:48:58 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: THEY BLEED OUT YOU FUCK [1:48:58 AM] Toast: I could explain this but Kri is already standing on the edge [1:49:09 AM] Sol: WHAT IS SHE DOINF [1:49:14 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: WHO IS SHE [1:49:19 AM] Sol: WRITING THE WILL DURING BEE SEX [1:49:28 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: IT WAS GUN SEX YOU FUCK [1:49:30 AM] Toast: Yes that's what she's doing except it's a gun [1:49:44 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: James u can explain the stuff uve already wrriten just please [1:49:47 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: no bee movie 4 ideas [1:49:51 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: jesus fucking christ [1:49:54 AM] Sol: WHAT KIND OF FUCKING PROTECTION. IS THAT [1:50:04 AM] Sol: LET ME JUST [1:50:16 AM] Sol: WRITE THE WILL WHEN IM HAVIG SEX WITH A GUN [1:50:21 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: NO SOL [1:50:22 AM] Sol: PERFRCT [1:50:25 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: SHE GOT SHOT [1:50:28 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: THEN WROTE THE WILL [1:50:33 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: AND DIED MID SENTENCE [1:50:53 AM] Sol: WILLS HAVE TO BE FUCKING SIGNED [1:50:53 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: BLEEDING OUT ISNT AN IMMEDIATE THING MY FRIEND [1:51:10 AM] Sol: AND YOURE ON YOUR DEATHBED WITH A TALKING GUN [1:51:20 AM] Toast: It was always going to end with Vanessa's death, this was her suicide plan all along and Bam Bam knew that. She couldn't bear to live anymore after Barry, knowing what she'd done to him and relegated him to. She released him from the jar but he was... broken. His mind was gone. The brilliant bee that she fell for was gone. So she enlisted Bam Bam to have some fun and also ensure her demise. Unfortunately, she didn't account for Bam Bam to fire prematurely. [1:51:24 AM] Sol: AND YOU LEAVE EVERYTHING TO JERRY FUCKING SEINFELD [1:51:46 AM] Toast: Jerry Seinfeld was her secret Real Lover hinted at in Bee Movie 2 and revealed at the end of Bee Movie 3. [1:51:59 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: GOD I HATE THIS [1:52:03 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: WHY WAS THIS BROUGHT UP AGAIN [1:52:12 AM] Sol: TOAST YOURE A SHIT WRITER. [1:52:38 AM] Toast: Bam Bam felt survivor's guilt because he knew what he'd done and he knew how it was going to end no matter what but knowing that it didn't go according to plan coupled with the weight of what he'd done shook him. It's really quite the tragedy. [1:52:49 AM] Toast: Then, in Bee Movie 4, [1:52:55 AM] Sol: IS TOAST CHUCK TINGLE [1:53:07 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: J A M E S [1:53:07 AM] Sol: IS HE USING THIS CHAT TO RUN BY ALL HIS IDEAS [1:53:10 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: NO BEE MOVIE FOUR [1:53:16 AM] Jarl Sex Party™: ENOUGH

#Text Toast #Toast Talks #The Crumb Crew #Bee Movie

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