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Crush | Charles Leclerc x Reader | Part 3

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: You're in love with your best friend, Charles Leclerc…

A/N: Unrequited love sucks. It inspired me to write this though. Here's the final part. What started off as a one shot has become a three part mini series, hope y'all enjoy it.

The final part!! Thank you for all the love you've poured.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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You wake up to the sound of utensils clanking and sweet fragrance wafting through the air.

There are butterflies in your stomach.

Is Charles up? Is he cooking?

When you go out you see your mom working in the kitchen.

“Hi love,” she waves at you after wiping her hands on the apron.

Your heart sinks in disappointment.

“Hi Mom,” you reply halfheartedly, sitting on the dining table.

“What happened?”

“Nothing. Just tired.”

You refrain from telling her about your interaction with Charles. You check your phone to see if he has left a message.

And he has.

We need to talk.

Of course you need to talk, but not how it happened yesterday.

Charles is never vulnerable. It caught you by surprise. You've only seen him this sad and intoxicated when his father passed away and after his breakup with Charlotte.

You scared me yesterday. You respond back.

I'm sorry. I'll come over at 5 pm. His reply is instantaneous.

Okay. See you.

“Why are you smiling like that?” Your mom places a pancake in front of you.

“Nothing.”

“It's Charles, isn't it?”

You roll your eyes.

“Not everything is about love, Mom.”

She gets one plate for herself along with maple syrup.

You look at the array of disorganised and unmatched utensils. You see your mom sitting right next to you, relishing her pancake.

You're going to miss this place so much.

She gives you a very suggestive stare and you finally give in.

“Okay, it's Charles, but can we please talk about something else?”

“All I see is Charles, all I see is Charles Leclerc,” your mom sings and you blush, embarrassed.

“Stop it, Mom.”

“Okay,” she says, but she's smiling. “I couldn't find so many things in your kitchen, Y/N. Why don't you have dinner at our place?”

Knowing your mom, you have a gut feeling that she is up to something.

“Okay,” you respond, taking a bite of your delicious homemade pancake.

“Good,” she says.

You both finish your breakfast.

“I'll do the dishes Mom. Don't worry.”

“I'll see you at dinner, love.” She kisses your cheek. “Please dress nice."

You chuckle.

“I'm going to come in my pyjamas.”

Your mom sighs. You love annoying your mom like this. You'll miss this banter. This pure energy of love.

You're planning to sell your apartment. You've sorted your possessions- a lot of them are going to Goodwill. Your mom will keep the rest of the stuff because you're moving back in with your family.

Affordability is obviously not an issue. But you feel like this job would open a portal of new opportunities. And there is a slight possibility that you will end up staying at Milan.

You're going to miss your little world.

The rest of the day flies by as you do your chores and a bit of packing. It's almost 5.

You get dressed, mentally preparing yourself for a conversation with Charles. You plan everything out in your head, trying to memorise your responses and how to tackle this awkwardness.

The doorbell rings and this time you open the door to see Charles with a smile, unlike yesterday, when he was drunk and vulnerable and also angry.

He's wearing a light blue shirt with white pants, looking gorgeous as always. You get a little conscious because of your pyjamas.

“Come in. Have a seat.” He follows your instructions and you sit beside him.

“So…” Charles puts his hand in its pockets, feeling a little awkward.

You decide not to beat around the bush.

“Can we talk about the kiss?”

“Yes. I was about to bring that up.” He pauses, searching for the right words. “Y/N, I know we've been best friends for ages and I don't want to ruin that at all…”

“I like you, Charles. I always have and maybe I always will.” You decide to be upfront and honest.

This takes him by surprise. He's speechless.

“You do realise what you did was super impulsive and wrong.”

“I'm sorry.”

“You don't have to be.” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, staring deeply into your eyes.

“I like you too. I always have.”

Wait. What?

Your heart skips a beat. It feels like it will come out of your chest. Charles’ confession excites you as well as relieves you.

“I've been running away from my feelings but I won't anymore.” He inches in closer and gives you a kiss.

You can't believe what is happening. It feels like a fairytale come true. You've always loved Charles, but you never expected him to feel the same way.

You spend the rest of the time together- talking, laughing over the silliest jokes.

“When did you realise that you liked me?” Charles asks you, sitting next to you inside your bedroom as you both watch Netflix.

You've decided to watch a movie. It's a classic rom com- When Harry Met Sally- which is ironic considering that the storyline of your life runs parallel to it.

“Senior year, prom. When you asked our Catherine for your date. I was jealous.”

He chuckles.

“But you were the one who set me up with her.”

You sigh. “I was trying to be a good wingwoman.”

“Don't ever sacrifice your happiness for someone else, Y/N.”

“I won't, I promise.”

"What about you?"

"What about me?" He asks, confused.

"When did you realise that you liked me?"

Charles sighs. "When you kissed me."

A blush spreads on your cheeks.

"Right."

You're glad that the kiss stirred his feelings. And you're excited for what is to come ahead. You both will make this work, no matter what.

As the movie ends, it's 7.

“I have to get ready for dinner at home.” You say, getting up.

“Don't go…” Charles pulls you back and starts tickling you.

“Stop it,” you laugh, hitting him softly.

He tickles you even further. You run away as he loosens his grip.

You've always loved spending time with Charles but this time it feels different. This time, it involves feelings.

“Charles! I have to get ready.”

He laughs. “Don't worry, I'll drop you.”

You get ready, deciding to wear a dress that compliments Charles’ shirt.

“Wow, Y/N. You look stunning.”

“Thank you.”

You leave for your parents' home around 8. The drive is quiet, almost serene. As you enter the premises, you see a lot of cars parked in.

“Wait-”

As Charles parks the car, he puts a finger on your lips.

“Wha-”

“Shh.” You both get out of the car.

“Close your eyes.”

“But why-”

“Trust me.”

You close your eyes and Charles gently guides you to the front door. He opens the door and as you enter, you can hear whispers.

“Surprise!”

You get scared as you open your eyes. You see everyone you love gathered in the living room.

Tears cloud your eyes. The room is decorated with your pictures and balloons.

It's a farewell party.

You start crying.

Charles hugs you, gently stroking your back. You're too emotional to respond.

“Thank you everyone.”

“It was Charles’s idea,” your mom chips in.

You look at him with the biggest smile on your face.

You're lucky to have someone like him by your side. Someone who respects you, loves you. Your heart is happy and full.

“Thank you, Charles.”

“Always.”

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daughterofcain-67 · 10 months

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🅦hαt 🅞ncє 🅦αs 🅜ínє

(Dean Winchester x Reader)

(Part 2) (Part 3)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You and Dean have been close for the past couple of years but you have hunting with them for the past few. You notice that he has seemed off when he came back from Purgatory and all you wanted to do was help. After an argument breaks out- you leave for about a year with a secret you can’t afford to tell.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: some spoilers - some may be MAJOR spoilers, read at your own risk (seasons 6-8, I believe: MAY NOT BE ACCURATE), a brief mention of a night of intimacy but no graphic detail. This story does not follow along with any specific episode

Your heart raced with adrenaline from the last hunt you were on with the Winchester brothers. It was a tough one too and it didn't help that you had been worried about Dean the entire time. You had been with the Winchesters for the past three years. However, there was a shift between the two of you ever since he came back from Purgatory.

You noticed that he had become lost in a way - especially since Cass was gone. You knew that Purgatory was almost like a Hell for Dean since he seemed to feel a sort of guilt. But he wouldn't talk to you about it and you couldn't read his mind. You felt like you were drifting apart.

You remembered the night that Dean finally came back. You knew that Sam had moved on and tried to make a life for himself. But you couldn't move on so easily. You knew at the time he had just moved on from Lisa, then the job got busier and busier with the Leviathan. Then the next thing you knew he was in Purgatory for so long and you never got to tell him how you truly felt.

At least, not until the night that he finally came back.

You remembered the way he looked all roughed up after he came back. How handsome he was, but maybe it was just because you were just so glad that he was back. One thing lead to another and you ended up spending a passionate night together and it was a night you could never forget.

Even if at this moment you were trying so hard not to, especially considering the current circumstances you were in personally. For the past several weeks you were carrying Dean's child. You didn't know how to tell him and a part of you knew he couldn't handle it with everything going on.

"Dean, what the hell is going on with you? I know you went through a lot of crap in Purgatory, and I know you must be missing Cass a hell of a lot right now. We all do! But if you can't get your head on straight or at least talk to somebody, you might end up getting yourself killed one day because you can't focus!" You tried your best to explain.

"Don't act like you know how the hell I handle what's in my head, Y/N." He stated with a growl. "You don't know half the shit I've been through. You weren't there when I was in Hell. You weren't there when Lucifer took over Sam's mind. I know what I'm doing so why don't you stay the hell out of it!?"

"I can't stay out of it because I care about you! Sam cares about you! You know if Cass were here, he'd-"

"Don't you dare bring him up. You know, I should have just listened to Sam when you first came onto the scene." He said and rolled his eyes before he poured himself another glass of whisky.

"Listened to Sam? What was it that he said? Dean, what are you saying?"

"I'm saying you're nothing but a liability! You do nothing but get in the way! We should have never brought you on that very first hunt!" His words broke you to pieces. How long had he felt this way towards you? And everything you went through, did all of this mean nothing to him? You had done your best to be there for him and he just thought you were in the way the whole time?

You saw the instant regret on Dean's face after he said what he did but it was too late. You looked away from him and your eyes started to burn with tears that were starting to form

"Y/N, wait, I didn't mean-"

"Forget it, Dean. You want me gone, then I'll leave. I won't be in your way. You want to self destruct, fine. You have Sam to worry about you."

Then you packed your bags and left.

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All of that happened about a year ago.

For a year you went through a pregnancy and a birth alone. You didn't have all of the answers. You didn't know how the hell you were supposed to take care of your little girl on your own. But you were doing everything you could by taking it one day at a time. That was all you could really do at this point.

Throughout the pregnancy you were working at a Walgreen's and you were living in a small apartment and trying your best to get by. You were doing well for the most part though. Better than living on the road and hopping from one hotel room to another.

Luckily, tonight you were able to have your day off. So you spent your time with your beloved daughter, Y/C/N. She had Dean's forest-green eyes and your hair color. She was only about three months old but you wanted to protect her from everything that was out there, especially since you knew what dangers were out there. If any demon, angel or monster found out there was a little Winchester- who knew what kind of horror would be after the last piece of Dean you had.

Once you had finished giving your baby girl her bath and gotten her dress on, you noticed some lights flickering in the room. That was instantly a red flag in your mind. Of course you knew all the ins and outs of hunting and keeping your home safe because of your experience with the Winchesters. And there were some occasions when it really was just a blown fuse and there was no sulfur left behind. But you were always cautious, and understandably so.

You held the baby close as you went to your room and you watched as the lights started to flicker again. You took the can of salt on your dresser and used your free hand to open it up and you put it on your windowsills, beneath the door, anywhere to prevent demons from coming in. And even if they did, you had a rug in front of your bedroom door that had a devil's trap beneath it so it wouldn't get to you or your daughter.

Suddenly, you hear your apartment door bust open and you start hearing all kinds of commotion like a fight was happening only for a demonic cry to be heard. You covered Y/C/N's ears and held onto her and you wondered what the hell was happening out there. Soon, though, you started hearing voices.

"I think that's all of them. Let's get back so I can be ready for work at the station by Monday." Was that Jodi? What are was she doing all the way out here.

"We have to see if she's here though. Who knows what can be out there looking for her." That sounded like Castiel. When did he come back? How did he come back!? Your mind was swirling with so many questions.

You slowly got out of the bed and walked over to the door. When you opened it you saw Cass and Jodi look towards your direction and you watched Jodi's eyes light up and a smile showed on her face.

"Y/N! You're safe! It's so good to see you." She said as she walked over and that was when she saw your little bundle of joy in your arms, "And who's this precious thing?"

"Jodi, Cass! It's really good to see you guys! This is Y/C/N. She's mu daughter." You introduced.

"Daughter? When did that happen? Do you have a boyfriend here?" Jodi began to ask and you shook your head at the last question.

"No boyfriend, and I found out about a year ago, and Half Pint here is three months. I've just been here trying to lay low so nothing finds us." You explained and you could feel the angel's gaze. When you glanced over, you knew he could tell what happened. And who knew what Dean told him when he came back. If he even went to Dean that is.

"Does Dean know?" It was an inevitable, and reasonable, question that you knew was bound to come up from Castiel. He knew of your feelings for the older brother, and he knew there seemed to be something unspoken between you two for a while before he went to Purgatory. Other than that, you didn't know if Dean filled him in on anything else.

"I didn't get the chance to tell him. I left after a fight we had. Something about how he shouldn't have let me tag along on the first hunt." You felt a soft hand on your shoulder and knew that it was Jodi.

"Why don't you both come and stay with me? It'll be a lot safer that way and at least you won't be on your own. Plus you wouldn't have to worry so much about monsters coming in without backup." The sheriff said and motioned to the salt on the windowsills.

You thought about it for a few moments and looked down at your daughter who was rubbing her eyes like she was tired. You had to think of what was best for her. You knew she didn't need a mom who was stretched thin with work then having to worry about hunting. It would be great to have the help. No one said that being a single mom was easy.

"Yeah, that would be great, Jodi. I appreciate it." You nodded

So much had been going on since you've left and it was like Sam and Dean couldn't get a rest. After Kevin took a Word of God from Crowley and have him translate the tablets to Sam having to complete certain trials that Dean knew he shouldn't be doing anyway. And that was the current thing on the Winchesters' agenda.

Too much has been going on and Dean was already getting so tired of all of it. There seemed to be no end to it but he knew he had to stay determined through all of it at least for his brother's sake. He's pretty much left behind the idea of retiring from this gig. He tried that once and of course the Apple Pie life fell through for him.

What sucks about it is that Dean didn't have you in his back corner anymore. You weren't there to be his 'new eyes' on a situation or bring some kind of positive to a situation. You weren't there to have little drinking competitions with him, remark on crappy television with him, you weren't there to take his mind off this job he was raised in.

And pushing you away was another item on his never-ending list of regret.

But of course, with all of the things he had on his plate and having to save the world yet again, he couldn't exactly showed just how much he had been thinking about you even if you've never left Dean's mind. And Sam knew it too.

Dean was sitting at one of the tables in the Bunker since that's where he and Sam have been living. He knew if you were here you'd probably make it a little more home-y. Lately he had been focusing on the trials that Sam had to face. He passed the first one but he knew this was going to take a toll on Sam. If he could trade places than he would, but Sam could be just as stubborn as Dean sometimes.

Dean looked over at the bottle of whisky before he picked it up and poured himself another glass before he opened up his laptop to do some research outside of these books. The first trial that Sam completes was bathe in hell hound blood. The next one was saving a soul from Hell. The final was to cure a demon and that would be a whole other ball game when the time came up. One thing at a time. He wasn't sure how his brother was supposed to do the next trial but he knew that Cass said Sam's health would decrease almost at a subatomic level.

While Dean was deep in his thoughts of this trial business, his phone started to ring unexpectedly.

Dean glanced over at his phone and saw Jodi's name and picture show up on his screen. An odd surprise since it's been a while since he had heard from her but he picked up the phone wondering if something was wrong and she needed some kind of help.

"Jodi? What's up?" He asked and took a sip of his whisky before setting the glass down on the table.

"Dean? It's Y/N... we need to talk."

Thank you all for reading!

This is my 1st mini series for Dean Winchester so thank you for taking am interest in reading this! If you liked this little story please feel free to comment or like it! Especially if you’d like to see a second part to this story to see if the reader will tell Dean about their daughter in the midst of what’s going on. 🖤

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 months

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AITA for accepting money/gifts from my mom?

(🦭🐟 to help find later)

Ok bear with me here because this is a serious question w/ some context even though the question doesn't seem bad.

My (19NB) mom (54F) is not a very good parent. Things were not great when I was a kid, to say the least. It's complicated to get into so I'm gonna glaze over most of it and say I plan to go low/no contact when I'm older and can afford to support myself on my own. For now I'm amicable since I need help while getting through college. This has been my plan for a WHILE but I've started to feel a little guilty?

My biggest issue with my mom is the way that she treats/treated my siblings. Sometimes she gets on my nerves but I know I have the privilege of being the youngest (and the favorite) therefore my parents don't pull the same kind of bullshit with me. For example one of my siblings had family therapy with her, and she would frequently not show up and leave them to do the exercises with the other families in the group session that they didn't know. She also complained about their suicide attempt. She talks down to my oldest sister because she couldn't pursue the medical career my parents wanted because she couldn't deal with the cadavers, and since she spent her whole education trying to reach their standards she's been lost trying to figure out what she wants for herself, and my parents keep harping on her for not having a career plan and being "useless". This is only the tip of the iceberg, and it's plenty enough for me to feel justified in my decision to eventually go no contact. I am not asking if AITA for cutting her off, that is not where the guilt is.

It's always been the case that instead of directly saying she was wrong my mom would spend a lot of money on us and buy gifts (usually stuff she likes and not what we like, but I figured out I could leverage her guilt to buy specific things bc free stuff ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ even if I don't forgive her). I think this is because she didn't have much money growing up so now she's a shopaholic now that she has the money to do so (both my parents are in the medical field so they are far from poor. abt upper middle class). She also keeps defending our uncle despite us bringing up how he's creepy and pervy and makes us uncomfortable, and she has some... interesting political takes (like defending the price of insulin being so high???)

My mom I think has been trying to be better but she still never apologizes for any of her actions and is guilt trippy by saying stuff abt how we all think shes a bad mom that caused all her kids to be depressed and suicidal. So its not enough of an improvement for me to forgive her, but I do notice that she walks away from situations sometimes rather than blow her fuse, and she's more tolerant of my ADHD and queerness than she used to be. And she's been trying to be more supportive of me and my decision to pursue an art career. I do believe that people can get better and change themselves, I just think in the case of my mom it's too little too late (and she hasn't improved her relationship with my siblings as much). I've also been polite and friendly since I'm still living with her.

So like, this combined with me accepting her gifts makes me think I'm leading her on? Like she thinks that she's salvaging a relationship with one of her kids and that I'll stay. And I feel a little bad about that. Like if it was JUST the gifts I would feel no guilt bc if she thinks she can bribe her way into our good graces without changing her behavior than shes gonna be down money and still have no kids. But shes trying to improve, albeit slowly and not when we needed her, but better nonetheless. So it feels less "this is the least she could do given the trauma" and more "i feel like i'm taking advantage of her".

One of my siblings refuses to accept her money on principle (they've already moved out) and it makes me think I should probably do the same, but also i dont know if I can since I don't have a job yet and I'm still in school, so maybe just refuse the gifts thing? But neither of my siblings seem to have an issue with my relationship with her, so maybe I shouldn't feel bad? She's treating me better so I feel I have less justification for using her wealth for my own benefit, even if I still don't forgive her for how she treated my siblings.

Basically, AITA for still accepting guilt money/gifts from my shitty mom despite planning on cutting her off later on?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #suicide cw

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n3ptoonz · 6 months

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'Shadow in the Light'

Pairing: Captain John Price/GN!Reader

Fandom: Call of Duty MWII (2022)

Warnings: Smut!!! Explicit!!!! rough, creampie, dirty talk, technically canon divergence? seggs on the wall, seduction

Word count: 2.3k+

Explicit content under the cut

You were on the run. Well, more like on the stealth run--you couldn't afford to get caught by anybody. Especially Graves. You weren't just simply let go, once you saw the shift in his attitude when he said "General Shepherd sends his regards," you knew the situation was about to go awry. As soon as Alejandro lunged at Alejandro you tried to run. You wanted absolutely no part in whatever the bell Graves had planned, but you also knew by getting away you had nobody. Task force 141 and Los Vaqueros had zero reason to trust or believe that you were one of the good guys on their side.

It took some fighting to get out of there. As soon as you got a few steps away another Shadow grabbed your arm asking where the fuck did you think you were going. He let you free, but not without a bullet in your back. Back of the bulletproof vest that is, the dumbass thought one shot one kill worked in the real world

You escaped, sure, but that didn't stop Soap and Ghost from finding you and taking you in for question when you posed no threat with your measly pistol that had 2 bullets left in the magazine. They wouldn't let you speak up and say you weren't a foe. I mean, why would they? Why should they? Anyone that wasn't with them is now granted hostile status. And while yes, you didn't have many weapons on your character, you were still combat trained, and they knew that for damn sure.

"What the hell do we do with them?," Soap says on your right

"We question them at the safe house. There's no way they can contact the Shadows now. Radio's dead. Price'll be here in a few. Come on, get out the car you're coming with us," Ghost says pulling you from the middle seat that you were just smushed in sitting in between them. Not so bad, at least you weren't cold from the heat they were emitting together

"How much did you know about this?," Soap says getting close to your face to intimidate you

"Not a thing. Can you let me go? I literally left because I didn't agree with any of the shit he was spewing"

"Oh no, not until we get intel on what the fuck just happened and what's about to happen. You're staying put until Price gets here."

"Price? As in...John?," you knew the name sounded familiar when Ghost said it, but you were too focused on trying to get out of the hand made zip tie put on your wrists

"...You know him?," Ghost says from the dark corner he was standing in. You notice he does that quite frequently from the few times you've actually seen him

"I...Used to work with him. Like what Laswell does but a different department. Way before 141 was really a thing, that's why you guys don't know who I am," you told them this while trying to maneuver out of the restraints. You were expressive in the way you spoke, moving around a lot so they don't catch on

"So why did you leave and start working for Shadow Company?," Soap fully stands, crossing his arms

"I was stupid and took an easy opportunity when I saw one. More pay for a job I wasn't as qualified for. They didn't want me for data analytics, more so on the field-"

"Did you know Graves was taking our base?," Rodolfo says walking in from another room, clearly listening

"Yes and no. He mentioned seizing a spot but I didn't know it was yours. Matter of fact, a lot of us didn't, but we usually just go along with Graves without question. Now let me go my wrists are gonna turn blue"

"Like I said, no chance. Captain will be here shortly to get the rest out of ya. Seems you two have some catching up to do," Soap rebuttals

"Fuck am I gonna do? Run away? We're in the middle of nowhere and I'm just as capable as you all are"

"Yeah, that's the problem," Soap turns away from you to talk to Ghost about something you can't hear. You take this opportunity to further break out of your confines. You made sure not to completely undo it so it doesn't hit the ground and make noise. Once successful you survey your surroundings for easy exits

"How much longer is this going to take?," you say sounding like your patience was running thin to distract them

"Why? Got somewhere to go?," Ghost questions from the same spot, not budging even a little bit

You were diagonal to the front door and the windows close to it. You planned to break free, throw the chair towards one of them, then hop out the window furthest from the area

Should be easy

Why were you running if you're on their side? Well, you felt like you had no saving grace at getting on their good side. So fuck it, your word probably won't mean much. What happens when they get what they want from you? Who the hell knows, you're not trying to find out any time soon

You caused a diversion by looking in a random direction and shouting "Who the fuck is that?!" prompting them to all look at the same time. In that split second you did exactly as you planned, getting away and taking off in any direction far from the safe house. Until you heard a gun click.

It's dark outside and miles from the border. Who could this possibly be around this time?

"Keep your head still. No sudden movements," you know that voice anywhere

"Price-"

"Shut your mouth and come with me. Make this easy for the both of us."

You slowly turned with your hands above your head, hoping he'll be able to see your face

"Well, well, well. Long time no speak, partner"

He lowers his gun and puts your arms behind your back, explaining that you may be old friends, but that doesn't mean he won't do what's needed to get the information the task force needs on Graves' next moves.

"It's just you and me, sweetheart. Give me what I need and nobody gets harmed in the process. I even let you remain unrestricted so this should be a breeze."

"I'll tell you all I know, but what's gonna happen when you get what you want, huh? Gonna- what, kill me? Send me back? Send me to prison?"

"I don't think you understand," he put his hands on the table from the other side and leaned close to you, "I ask the questions, you answer them. Got it? Good. Now-"

"I know you want me, Captain. No need to hide it," you lean forward in your chair to blur his mind a bit. You could tell he was already stressed from something so you're taking advantage. Not like you want him to respond honestly or anything...

He says your last name to warn you of overstepping

"What? Am I wrong? All you have to do is say 'no, I don't' and I'll drop it, John," you soften up your voice and that frustrates him even more. He chuckles lowly to keep himself grounded

"How about we focus on the task at hand, hm? Whatever game you're trying to play won't work. Tell me what Graves plans to do. Now."

The table separating you two wasn't that big, so he was mighty close to you even from a short lean towards you, given how tall he is. You stand slowly while staring him in the face to try to get a read on his thoughts, puffing your chest out in the midst

"The task at hand will be solved once you answer me first. You need me, John, so let's not do thi-" he grabbed your face with one hand to bring you closer to his. You could feel the heat from his breath from the proximity

"You. Drive me. Crazy. Were you always this stubborn?"

"That's not in my job description now is it?," you say despite your cheeks being squished in his palm

"You're a cheeky one aren't ya..." he let go and you stumbled backwards into the cold brick wall not too far behind you

"You want an answer?," he says scaling the table towards you. Once he stood in front of you he lifted your chin just a bit, "Here it is,"

Now, your mind was racing with a million different thoughts. In the forefront you always wondered what kind of kisser he is. Rough? Soft? Sensual? Quick? Slow? Handsy? Many options here. What you didn't account for though...

You gasped as he lifted you in his arms but even more surprised you didn't hesitate to straddle his waist. For a short moment you recalled having a small crush on him during the time you worked with him. Truth is, you fantasized about a moment like this before with him, but shoved it back down the pit of your mind. You wouldn't dare let feelings get in the way of work.

But you're off the clock until further notice.

He kissed you like you were long distance lovers who hadn't seen each other in decades. It was feverish and a bit sloppy. Fast but laced with passion. The spark ignited in both of you as soon as your lips met. You kissed him like it was the last kiss that you would ever have. Your hands found their way in his hair and you tugged a little to experiment. This earned a muffled groan from him and he hugged you closer to him. He pulled back for a moment to look at your lips that became puffy already

"I could take you against this wall right fuckin' now."

"Whatever gets me to talk, right, Captain?," he grunts at the sound of his title leaving your lips

"Like this or facing the wall. Take your pick."

"I am in custody aren't I?," he knew exactly what you were hinting at from your simple teasing inquiry. He gently places you down and turns you by your shoulders, pressing his body against your back after putting one arm behind you

This'll be fun

Not even ten minutes later he's rutting up into you like an outside dog. First he would whisper smart remarks in your ear about how good you are for him. Taking him like a champ. You were already getting so loud he had to cover your mouth with his free hand, especially since the room had an echo. His heavy breaths going down your neck were bouncing off the solid light gray walls with no shame

"You know- When you worked with me, I wondered how good you'd look bent over my desk countless times. Those- tight pants you always wore and- loose collared shirts that still showed what you had going on under there. Was that all for me? Even if not it felt like it. Ohh how I wanted to ravish you," steadily shit talked as your muffled cries seemed loud and clear to him. The walls weren't thin, but he wouldn't have cared if they were. Whatever gets the job does is whatever gets the job done. Oh yeah, and getting information from an interrogation

Your nails scratched the walls as he spoke to you. As many times as you've imagined something like this, it wasn't even close. Your brain became mush in instant.

"Is that so wrong? To think of a coworker like this? To think of a coworker taking every inch of me while they enjoy every second of it? Hm? Tell me," you shook your head frantically before starting to rut back to him, trying to tell him you want more. Need more.

"All you had to do was ask, love."

He removed his hand and wrapped his arms around your torso. He pulled you off the wall and set you back down to bend over the table. It was metal and the cold from it was biting back at your now exposed skin including the side of your cheek. He didn't even pull out the whole time he moved you. He didn't have to.

He hovered over you with his hands by your head as he started up again. By the point, he didn't mind your noises of reassurance. You laid there and felt ever last bit of him. You felt his hand press on your stomach before you heard him chuckle again in that same cadence he did before

"You feel that? That bulge?," he took your hand and put it where his was to feel him going in and out, "That's all me. The things you do to me are just...unfathomable-"

He felt you tighten around him, taking this as a smoking signal that you were about to crash down on him. He could feel his own creeping up on him too

"Let's go together, shall we?," all it took was a few more strokes before the coil inside both of you snapped. You let yourself moan uncontrollably as he groaned, pumping his own seed inside of you in pride. Watching and feeling the excess dribble down your legs and the rest of his shaft. "What a beaut...," he mumbles above you as you catch your breath and try to un-fuzz your vision.

After cleaning up you both went back to how you started: You in the chair and him standing across from you ready to get down to business

"You ready to talk now?"

"Will I be sent back to Shadow Company?"

As much as you had no issue with spilling, you really didn't want to go back. Who knows what they would do to you

"Hun, I'm not so cruel. You'll have to come back with us and see if you can get your old job back. I'm sure Laswell would love to see you again," he winks and sits down, intertwining his fingers, "You have the floor"

Here goes nothing.

a/n: i had this one sitting in my drafts for a bit wondering if i should repost to tumblr, but don't worry!! smoke fic coming up! you are experiencing perfectionist procrastination in real time but I GOT YALL

#n3ptoonz #call of duty #cod smut #john price x reader #captain john price #john price x you #captain price #call of duty smut

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For you, I would do anything (Kelley O'Hara x Reader)

Little valentines fic for you all :) First time writing for Kelley! Hope you enjoy

Words: 2.2K

Over the years I had noticed Kelley getting less and less excited about valentines day. When we first started dating 5 years ago, she was super excited about it and I had to break it to her that I didn't actually celebrate valentines day. I despised it. Why did I need one day to spoil her when I did it constantly throughout the year. She was understandably disappointed and I hated it so we had compromised on doing something small. For the first 2 years of our relationship we were never together on valentines day so I got away with sending her flowers and a nice letter. The 2 years after that I just cooked her dinner and got her flowers or a necklace or something similar. I always felt a little bit guilty though because I knew she loved it. Deep down I was worried that Kelley would start to resent me for not liking it, for not celebrating it the way she wanted to.

As we walked around town, looking around shops that were all decorated for valentines day, I noticed how Kelley would frown briefly before covering it up. I promised myself then that I was going to spoil the shit out of her this year. I had just opened my own Auto body and mechanical shop so I didn't have a lot of money these days. Ever since I was a kid, I would spend hours working on cars with my dad. Ranging from fixing them to body work. I fell in love with it and worked for years to be able to open a shop that incorporated both aspects. Despite that, I was determined to spoil her.

Kelley was going away for the week leading up to valentines day and wasn't coming back until the 15th. It gave me plenty of time to put my plan into action. I had been planning on proposing to her for a while now, but I couldn't afford to get her the ring she deserves yet. I knew I could probably get her a cheap $50 one and she wouldn't care, but Kelley deserved better. I had seen a couple of videos where people had made their own rings out of hex nuts or by welding them from scratch. It didn't look too hard so I thought about maybe doing that instead. I just hoped it would be good enough for her.

I tried to enjoy the time with Kelley before she went away, but my mind was working over time trying to plan how to make this the best valentines day. Kelley stopped suddenly, pulling me back with our joined hands and pecking my lips quickly. "You okay baby?"

"I'm fine, why?"

"You just seem quieter than usual."

"It's just been a long couple of days and you're leaving me."

Kelley laughed, pecking my lips, "I know it's hard work, but I'm so proud of you, you're doing amazing. I'm only gone for a week. It'll fly by."

"Let's get out of here, you need to finish packing and I need cuddles before you leave."

Kelley went straight to packing when we got home while I got lost in research about making rings out of a hex nuts. I wanted to get it right so if that meant watching countless videos and spending hours making it then that's what I would do. I don't know how long had passed when Kelley closed my laptop, moving it to the coffee table. She was only wearing underwear and one of my t-shirts, "You've been longer then 10 minutes."

"Sorry baby, I got caught up. Are you all packed?"

She straddled my lap, pecking my lips, "You work too hard. I'm all done."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise for working hard on something you love. Is it cuddle time?"

My hands ran up her thighs as I placed light kisses along her jaw, a quite moan slipping from her lips, "I have a better idea."

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I always hated when Kelley was gone, but this time I was at least a bit glad about it. It meant I didn't have to sneak around or make excuses for staying out late while I planned the perfect valentines day. I still didn't understand it or even like it, but for Kelley I was willing to do anything.

For the next week I spent most of my time at my shop working on the ring as well as a welded flower made from different types of nuts. She had seen a video where someone had made something similar and joked that if I made her one then she would love me forever. So I decided to actually do it. I also spent most of the week anxious and filled with worry that it wouldn't be enough for her. I wanted to do more, I wanted to spoil her and buy her something amazing that she deserved, but I just couldn't afford it this year. I knew deep down that whatever I did for Kelley, she would love it. She always said that it wasn't about the money, that the important thing was the thought behind it. I tried to keep that in mind.

It took a lot of work, but I managed to turn the nut into a perfectly round and shiny ring. I didn't want it to just be plain so with the help of one of my friends I got a feather engraved on the top and 'You swept me off my feet' engraved inside. The feather represented how we first met. Kelley and I had met when she crashed into me with her bike while trying to avoid a bird on the path. I ended up with a fractured wrist and nasty cut on my forehead. Despite that, I still found her oddly charming and very attractive. So when she asked me to dinner as an apology, I accepted. It was the best decision I'd ever made. Even if she always jokes that she swept me off my feet the second we met. That was the reason for the engraving inside.

Kelley was due to land in just over an hour and I was rushing around getting everything set up before I had to go pick her up. I had spread LED candles and flowers across the room, set the table with a heart patterned table cloth, some real candles and a heart shaped box of chocolates. I had prepared her favourite food and some chocolate covered strawberries. Once everything was set up, I rushed out to pick her up. The hardest part was not to telling her about it when she asked how my week was. I normally told Kelley everything. It was easier not to when she wasn't here in person, when I didn't feel her hand in mine or lips on mine. It was hard, but I managed to change the topic to stop myself from spilling everything.

The plan was to have Kelley go in first, which wouldn't work if she managed to get her bags like she was about to. I quickly ran around the car, taking the bags from her hands, much to Kelley's confusion, "I got your bags."

"I ca-"

"I know you can get them yourself, doesn't mean I'm going to let you. Now open the door."

Kelley gasped, freezing in place when she made it inside. After a few seconds, she turned to face me, eyes glistening with unshed tears. I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her into me and kissing her temple, "Happy valentines day my love."

"Y-you did this?"

"Unless you have a secret girlfriend I don't know about, yes it was me."

Kelley laughed, kissing me softly before she turned serious, "I love this. You didn't have to do it though. I know you don't like valentines day."

"You're right, I don't really like the day, but you do Kel. I've watched you become less excited about it over the years and I hated it. I'm not going to let you lose your love for valentines day because of me. You deserve to be spoilt, you deserve to be showered with love from your girlfriend on a day you love. Seeing the way you lit up is well worth celebrating a day I don't like so get used to it."

"I love you, I love that you did this for me, but it's not fair to make you do something you don't like."

"And it's not fair to not do something you love. You're not making me do anything. Seeing you happy is all that matters to me Kel and if this does that then I'm going to do it."

She sighed, knowing I wasn't going to back down, "Why don't we compromise? Next year we just stick to what we have been doing and the year after we go all out. Then just keep to that rotation. That way we both get what we want."

"You're okay with that?"

"I am. Relationships are about compromise. I'm just looking forward to the day I get to spoil the shit out of you. I didn't get you anything this year though, I'm sorry."

"Don't be, I don't need anything. Valentines is for me to spoil you, the one who actually likes it. Speaking of, can you stop arguing with me so we can get back to me spoiling you?"

I stepped away from Kelley, holding my arm out for her and guiding her to the table. I pulled her seat out, waiting for her to sit down before putting dinner on to finish cooking and lighting the candles. Kelley had a small smile as she watched me move around. Her eyes were almost sparkling with the happiness and love that filled them. It made me want to get down on one knee right then and there, but I had a plan that I wanted to stick to. Instead we talked about anything we could think of while joking and laughing. Even after being together for 5 years, we never ran out of things to talk about. Talking to her was easy, being with her was easy. We fought occasionally, ran into rough patches especially over how much Kelley was gone, but together we made it work. I couldn't wait to marry her, to spend the rest of my life with her by my side through whatever life threw at us.

We had just finished dinner when Kelley squeezed my hand bringing me out of my thoughts, "What's on your mind baby?"

"Nothing, I'm just thinking about how much I love you."

"I love you too Y/n/n. Thank you for dinner, it was amazing."

I kissed the back of her hand, "You're welcome my love. There's chocolate covered strawberries as well."

Kelley laughed, reaching over the table to kiss me gently, "You really did every cliché valentines thing there is and I love it. The strawberries might have to wait because I'm stuffed."

"I know, that's why I did it. In that case, I have something for you."

I handed Kelley the wrapped flower. She unwrapped it slowly, wide smile appearing as she saw what it was. I felt myself relax slightly seeing her smile while I tried not to freak out about what comes next. "You actually made me one? This is awesome baby."

I pulled the black box out of my pocket, keeping it hidden as I moved to stand in front of her, "You said if I made you one then you would love me forever, so I did. I may have gone one step extra and made you a ring hoping that still stands." I opened the box, sinking down on one knee as Kelley covered her mouth, eyes sparkling with tears for the second time today, "Hoping that you'll let me love you, support you, protect you, make you laugh and smile for the rest of our lives, hoping you'll say yes when I ask if you'll marry me. So Kelley O'Hara, will you be by my side for the rest of our lives? Will you make me the happiest woman alive and marry me?"

"Yes, yes Y/n of course I will," Kelley pulled me up, wrapping her arms around me tightly as tears fell against my neck, "I love you so much."

My own tears made their way down my cheeks as I connected our lips then pulled away slightly, "I love you Kel. Can I put this on you now?"

Kelley connected our lips in a lingering kiss before holding her hand out. I slipped the perfectly sized ring on her finger, nerves skyrocketing as she examined it, "Did you say you made this?"

"Um yeah. I couldn't afford the nice ring you deserve so I made one. It's nothing special and I'll get you a-"

"Baby I love it. I love it so much. This means more to me than any fancy, expensive ring you could have gotten. I don't want a different one. I love this because you made it and that's more important then how much this costs. You engraved it with a feather?"

"Riley did it for me. I figure it represents how we first met. It's engraved inside as well."

Kelley slipped the ring off, laughing as she read what it said, "How the hell did I get lucky enough to get to marry you? I love you so fucking much Y/n. I can't wait to marry you."

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagines #uswnt imagine #kelley o'hara

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stickfigurepurple · 4 months

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yeah sure might not read it fully cuz im. thoroughly not here rn but ill read it later

oh that's fair then!!

so like, right after rody dropped out of college he had to take up lots of jobs in order to make a living. he maintained a crappy job as a waiter at a cafe for a while before meeting manon.

manon found him charming because of how clumsy he was, how unlike other boys, he didn't try to impress her with gifts or fake compliments. he liked her for more than just her looks and money— he took the time to actually get to know her.

rody told manon that he wanted to be a famous musician. he serenaded her quite often, and she would sing to him too. she was shy, but had a beautiful singing voice. later on, she bought him a guitar (the same one we see in his apartment). they often played the guitar and the flute together.

they started dating very quickly, but every time they went out, there would be other guys flirting with her, offering to take her to fancy places while rody could barely afford to even take her out for dinner.

not to mention, manon never let rody meet her family either. he'd been cast out from his own family after flunking, so it wasn't like she could meet his parents, but she always got uncomfortable whenever he brought the subject of him meeting her parents up. he wasn't an idiot— he knew it was because of the difference in class, with manon being so much richer than him. but still.

he started getting desperate to stay in her good graces, as it was clear she was losing interest in him. he quit his job to get a higher paying one, and would work there for barely a week or two before earning enough money to take manon out. at first, manon was happy to see him getting better jobs and working harder, but as soon as it became apparent he was only doing it temporarily, to earn money for her, she started getting upset.

any time she suggested rody make other friends or meet other people, he would brush her off, saying he was content with just manon. to him, this was romantic and a sign of their true love; to her, this was just a sign of how clingy rody was.

from the start, manon never expected the relationship to last long. at the end of the day, she was rich and he was poor. her family expected her to marry a rich man with a high reputation, and rody (qs sweet as he was) was the complete opposite. manon had fought with her parents over her relationship with rody and moving in with him, but at this point she was starting to think they were right.

after months of seeing rody throw away any good opportunities he had for manon, she finally snapped and broke up with him. she told him that she couldn't stand to see him ruin any progress he had trying to make her happy. she still loved him, of course she did, but as it stood they weren't right for each other. right people, wrong time. maybe in the future, if he managed to take care of himself and make a life for himself outside of manon, they'd get to be together for real.

...butttt that won't happen. obviously.

#dead plate #dead plate manon #dead plate rody #rody lamoree #manon vacher #marianne vacher

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smartycvnt · 1 year

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Better Off Dead

Title: Better Off Dead Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Summary: You and Dean have a little heart to heart. NR WC: 832

You had spent a long time trying to undo the damage that John Winchester had done in your life. His one visit to you had ended up giving you a healthy hatred of hunters. There were a few exceptions to your general feeling of the group, but those were few and far between. Most of the good ones had been picked off anyways. It was always the bad ones who tended to waltz into your life to fuck it up for a brief period of time. Dean Winchester had been a hard one to peg at first. You had immediately been distrustful of both him and his brother whenever they had shown up at your doorstep all those years ago, but you found yourself growing fond of him the more he popped up.

It didn't make any sense to you, but monsters seemed to gravitate towards you. You could move across the country and still end up in a town or part of a city riddled with some kind of monster. Sometimes they weren't really hurting anybody, but more often than not you ended up having to call it in to the Winchesters. Sometimes Sam came along with Dean, but lately, Dean had been coming on his own. You didn't mind, Sam was a good friend, but you doubted that it was all that fun to be around you and Dean whenever Dean flirted with you like he did. Especially whenever Sam had very obviously had a thing for you when the two of you first met.

"At this point, one of us needs to just follow you around," Dean joked as he jogged up towards your front porch. This was your fourth house in half as many years. The issue with this one had been an easy fix, which was nice because you couldn't afford to move again. People were getting suspicious, and honestly, you liked this town a lot more than you had expected to. So, you called Dean to take care of your demon next door problem and decided to really settle down here.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" The teasing back and forth had become a constant whenever you and Dean were around each other. Sometimes things stayed innocent, but other times they got a little heated. Dean rolled his eyes as he went in for a hug. You were more than happy to indulge him, hugging him back tightly before he pulled away. "You're looking a little soft, did you stop by Jody's before this?"

"Ha, ha, ha." Dean crossed his arms over his chest as you dragged him into your house. A soft smile made its way onto Dean's face as he looked around your house at all of the little touches of you there were inside of it. "Nice place you got here, not exactly how I'd decorate it, but it suits you."

"This is going to be my home, I just know it. One day I'm gonna have a family running around here, I'm going to make sure that John was wrong about me," you said. Dean's face fell as he remembered the words John had written by your name. It wasn't fair for John to declare you "better off dead" especially whenever you hadn't done anything other than exist. You were like Sam, the golden child of some demon who had come in and killed your parents. It wasn't as bad as Sam's demon, but you had been orphaned and nearly killed yourself multiple times because of it. Worst of all, you seemed to attract all sorts of creatures who wanted to help this demonic being claim their vessel.

"You've done a damn good job of doing that already." Dean's sincerity made your heart ache in a way that nobody else's could. There was always a sense of longing from him whenever the two of you had these moments. Neither of you acted on it, despite both of you desperately wanting to. Living your life to the fullest meant going after the things you wanted, so you decided to bite the bullet and go for it.

"You should stay for dinner tonight. Oh, and breakfast in the morning, I'm making pancakes," you told him. Dean perked up at the mention of food. "There's only really one finished bedroom, but it's okay, we can share."

"Share?" Dean questioned. "What kind of guy do you take me for?"

"Shut up and kiss me like you've been wanting to for the past seven years," you told him. Dean muttered something under his breath that you didn't quite catch, but still took you into his arms. In that moment, you were definitely glad that John hadn't killed you and that Sam had the idea of checking in on you to find out information whenever he read about you in the journal. Most of all, you were glad that they moved on from the idea that you were just a bloodstain in the life of John Winchester's life.

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #supernatural #supernatural x reader #my writing

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thepaperpanda · 1 year

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The Emotional Reunion || Sirius Black x fem!reader

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Summary: After meeting Sirius in the Diagon Alley, you're in shock - did he actually escape Azkaban prison or was your mind playing tricks on you?

Warnings: none

Word count: 959

Authors: Bear & Cass

A/N: today’s prompt: Cuddling

He despised the number 12 Grimmauld Place. With all of his strength.

However, since escaping Azkaban, Sirius has offered the home to the Order of the Phoenix. It became his secret hideout, where he tried to get his life back on track after being imprisoned for a long time.

Despite regretting his decision to stay there, Sirius discovered one argument that proved he was wrong with all the hatred he harbored in his heart for so long - he met you nearby one day.

You couldn't believe what you saw when you first saw him; were your own minds playing tricks on you?As soon as you realized that it was him, there were no words to describe how happy you were. The first thing you did was throw yourself into his arms and embrace him tightly.

Sirius didn't want to draw attention to himself by embracing you in the middle of Diagon Alley, so he asked if you'd like to have a cup of tea near where he stayed.

As you gripped Sirius' shoulder, your arm twisted away from you; the next thing you knew, everything went dark; your eardrums seemed to be squeezed deeper into your skull; the next thing you knew, you and Sirius were standing in the middle of a long, dark corridor.

Seeing the place, you smiled; there was no way he could take you anywhere else. Just to make sure he was really here, you glanced at him again. "It's going to take a lot of tea if we want to discuss everything," you whispered, smiling at him.

Kreacher was asked by Sirius to make a pot of tea and prepare some biscuits he had baked the previous day.

He then led you to the living room, where he invited you to sit on the couch. "There isn't much to talk about. I've been immersed in the most poignant darkness you could ever imagine."

Looking at him, you shook your head; in an attempt to make any sense of what you were saying, you moved your hands frantically. "Why didn't you contact me or come see me? How did you escape?"

"Let me keep it a secret forever, it cost me everything," he said as he crossed his legs. "I did not contact you because it was not a wise idea; they were searching everywhere for me, which could have led to trouble for you."

"With or without you, I tend to get into trouble, especially with my niffler running around," you rolled your eyes and moved closer to him. "I've been worried. Every day I wondered how you're doing. I've missed you dearly."

"So many years, right?"

As you stared at him, you sighed and said, "Too many years, indeed."

Seeing your expressions, he could tell you were relieved that he was free again. Taking your shoulders in his arms, Sirius embraced you, hugging you softly. "I'm so happy to see you doing well, Y/N."

Hugging him as tight as you could, you smiled. There was no way you could keep it together anymore. "There is no single word that can describe my happiness now. I thought I would never see you again in my life, but here you are, with me again."

As he brushed a strand of your hair away from your flushed cheek, he asked, "Will you join us in our fight against Voldemort?"

"Does Niffler like shiny things?" You asked, raising an eyebrow as you cupped his hand and nuzzled it. "Of course I do. It's been a long time since I promised to follow you no matter what. And I don't break my promises."

Kreacher quickly served tea and biscuits.

Slowly, Sirius played with your hair as he held you close. "Upon hearing how eager you are, I'm conflicted. It won't be easy or safe, but I can't afford to lose you."

You nodded. "Let's not think about that right now. Let's just enjoy the tea."

A small mug filled with hot liquid was handed to you by him as he said, "I wish you could meet my godson. I believe he will play a major role in the battle against Voldemort."

Before taking a little sip, you blew on the cup and smiled softly. "I'm sure I'll have a chance to meet him."

He downed the mug quickly, returned it to the table, and then wrapped his arms tightly around your figure, holding you close. "I missed you so much. Every night, I dreamed about you."

Putting the cup away, you sat comfortably on his lap. As your arms wrapped around him, your head rested on his shoulder. "There are no words to describe how much I missed you. When I first saw you, I was sure that you were a ghost. Thankfully, I was mistaken."

"The only thing that brought light to the darkness surrounding me was you. Whenever I thought of you, I felt a little better."

"It doesn't matter anymore. You are free and back with me," you said softly, gently touching his chest.

The pieces of Sirius' heart that had been struggling to fit into this world became so quiet as he cuddled with you, as if they had found peace, as if they needed your glue to bridge their gaps and connect together again. "My love," he said quietly.

Assuredly, you said, "I am here and I am not leaving. I will never let you go."

The soul connection of your eyes, your sweet touch, and the strength of a long-awaited hug told the story of the emotional reunion Sirius was experiencing. Having joy take center stage once again, filling Sirius' heart to the brim, was a sweet release, a relief that made him gasp quietly. "It's so pleasant to be reunited."

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salsa-di-pomodoro · 8 months

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You have a rainworld x undertale au? Do tell! Super interested!

Hmm i had a whole thing written and i took hours to write it and i was almost done telling you Frisk's life before they fell in my au but tumblr tumblred and deleted all of It 🥴 that's why it took me so long to answer this here lol i was mourning /j

Anyway i'll tell you a bit of it anyway. basically imagine the ancients were humans like two million years after our modern age. REMEMBER THIS. HUMANS = ANCIENTS. I WILL USE THESE WORDS INTERCHANGEABLY FROM THIS POINT. Everything happens as it usually would. The monsters get sealed (😔) time passed, Chara falls, except after they fall and That Entire Fiasco happens, the next humans to fall are spaced very far apart in time from each other. However, the Monsters don't know this because of Time Shenanigans. You know the drill. To them the normal amount of time between Frisk and Chara happens, and they think of humanity like us, not the ancients. The mountain is very conveniently placed in an area between different iterators, so it doesn't rain much there, by Rain world's standards. It does get all the other 'the earth is sinking' issues, but seeing as they quite literally live under a rock the Monsters still don't know this either. So now that ive finished making sure you know how for the monsters everything seems mostly the same except for the occasional odd item in the waterfall dump, let's move on to the ancients :)

They're still a whole hot mess, except they're humans. The whole legend about mount ebbot is forgotten, including what happened with Chara and Asriel, except maybe by the most avid mythology and history nerds. Again everything happens as it would, void fluid is discovered, religion religions everything, the iterators are built, the ancients ascend. Except not all of them want to ascend, and not all of them agreed with the iterator project ;)

I remember a pearl saying something about how some ancients decided to live on the surface despite the worsening conditions. I assumed they meant outside of the retaining wall. Now what if there was a movement about it? All those who disagreed with the iterator project AND all those who disagreed with the current way religious folks ran everything and promoted suffering in order to ascend decided they they were going to leave the iterator grounds when the Mass Ascension was announced. However they didn't come back once It was dome, because a big part of those who left disapproved of the iterators. Since they and the rest of the crowd couldn't afford to split up (they would likely die) and a lot of iterators already resented them for leaving like that and from the sparse communication they still kept, apparently would no longer host them they just decided to all stick together (not the entire population; think tribes and clans) and not go back to any of the iterators, be they willing or not. So they stayed out of the retaining grounds, as wandering tribes. The iterators see this and decide that anyone who helps an ancient will be labeled a traitor, since they (the ancients) wouldn't help them. (These decisions are made over a long period, not immediatly after the Mass Ascension). Of course there are many exceptions and many who disagree, but they mostly keep it a secret to avoid being ostracized.

Over time the ancients forget much of what brought them to live on the surface rather than above the clouds, and it all becomes stories told around the fire, with all the expected distortions of reality. Iterators basically become boogeymen lmao. Except they're very real, and in most tribes people are told to ignore the overseers lest they get taken away or cursed or modified or whatever.

Years and years pass and the whole Five Pebbles Fiasco also happens, Moon collapses (😔) and so on. Now we are paste Monk's time, but before the Rivulet is even born. So pebbsi is Not Doing So Hot but he also retains most of his processes.

Here comes a little child, like 8 years old or so in a tribe a few days' walk away from the outer expanse. They're very curious, always asking questions like 'why are the iterators evil' and 'why are we walking among ruins of cities' and 'what do mean we abandoned society for living in the cycle' and other such questions that aren't very easily answered. They're not very liked amongst the adults. This is also one of the tribes that clung to ascension religion the most (😔) so there's a lot of pressure to not let the natural urges happen without explanation as to why they have to do that. Which Frisk also asks questions about and is promptly told to just Do It and don't ask questions about it. They're a very adventurous child as well, and nobody really keeps much of an eye on them, so they often run off into the wild and come back days later if not found. The only reason they survive is often a scavenger or wandering slugcat (family) found them, went 'voids below that is a CHILD' and helped them not die until they were found or made it back. (Btw they all trade in this. Scavs🤝Slugcats🤝Humans. There is a bit of a feeling of superiority going on from scavs to slugcats and from humans to both scavs and slugcats, but if it came down to it you know none of them would take any shit from any other species. Relations are normal game relations between scavs and slugcats and read the above for humans with everything else, obviously sprinkled with a lot of wariness because oH nO ThEyRe WiLd aNiMaLs We CaNt TrUsT tHeM bLiNdlY. Only the second part of that sentence is completely true (that's just how things work in the wild i guess))

One funny day the tribe has decided to leave the place they're staying in because there's not enough resources to go around anymore. They're departing in a few days. Frisk does not know this and goes on one of their little adventure trips. By the time they come back the tribe is gone. (No one realized they weren't there, or they just didn't care. But either way they're alone now.)

They spend a few days waiting around, hoping someone comes back for them. They're good enough at foraging and hunting small animals (think baby centipedes, batflies) and making small fires that they do pretty well on their own for the time being. (This may sound unreasonable for an 8 year old, but keep in mind this is all they've been taught since birth, considering the nature of the settlements they've lived). When this doesn't work, they try to go looking for their tribe. They are unsuccessful, but they keep trying. For months. (What they don't know is, their clan went the way opposite of the outer expanse, while they went towards it. Although in circles, because they didn't know which way to go. That's why they take so long to get there.) One blessed evening, they find themselves in this lush and warm place (it's warmer as you get closer to the iterators). As they look for somewhere to stay the night they find a huge tree and oH THERES THANGS IN HERE.

The Thangs are Survivor and Monk, Who look at the very malnourished and very human child in front of them and think about it for exactly half a second before deciding to help them to the best of their ability. Frisk, who despite their skill, is still a child in the middle of a hostile wasteland, all but collapses at the promise of safety, even if they don't know yet what Surv and Monk are thinking. They just know slugcats are safe.

Aaand that's all for now! I have. A LOT more to tell before they finally fall in the underground but i aint rewriting all 'at

Extra trivia time!

Frisk isn't their name (yet) here. They have one of those excessively complicated ancient names here, but i haven't quite decided on it yet.

The atmosphere is extremely different from today's atmosphere. Humans didn't really evolve alongside it, so they have to wear masks that process the air for them in order to be able to breathe, under the ornamental masks, or incorporated within them. People are mostly able to scavenge or trade for the materials needed to make and repair them. Those who make masks are like the most important people in a clan, second to those who lead it.

Speaking of, the ornamental masks are still here! Although not as flashy as any you would have seen before the Mass ascension. They're also obviously not made from gold. Or metal usually either. Most are made of wood or bone from the animals they hunt. Occasionally people will have them made of metal, but that's for those leaders who are full of themselves. People will also make the mask prettier by hanging broken or otherwise useless pearls on them, or pretty rocks, plants, painting them, etc. They can be separated from the breathing part of the mask, and often are when hunting or foraging for example, unless they have an intimidation factor. Frisk has a carved and painted vulture mask to go with their breathing mask.

Frisk's breathing mask has been needing new filters for a while. You may understand where we would need to go to change and repair them in the absence of humans. ;)

Frisk is pretty good with spears and knives and weapons for a child. They don't do much damage though, think Gourmand when tired, but they can still lodge spears into walls if they try hard. Their time with slugcats and scavengers in the outer expanse will help them get even better and learn 💥movement tech💥. Or as much of it as they can since their weight center and strength is pretty different from a slugcat's.

When Frisk falls, they are absolutely gobsmacked, bamboozled, flabbergasted, astounded and astonished to see a house that isn't in ruins. They are even more flabbergasted to see a society that is full of stable, warm houses that don't move. They are even more surprised at regular house appliances. The discovery of yet another intelligent species doesn't surprise them as much as it should compared to all this. (Toriel is very worried about their wonder at normal everyday things)

The Mark of Communication allows those who have it to understand every language, but not speak it. Frisk is very quiet in their first few weeks in the underground, while they absorb the vocabulary (Toriel is also worried about this, but less since she has met kids who didn't like to speak before). The Monk and the Survivor can understand Frisk regardless of the language they speak thankfully so they don't have as many problems there even before they could speak fluent slugspeak. Or scavspeak. (Yes they are mostly sign based languages 😌)

Don't ask me how the cycle works in this au pretty please 🥰 all i know for now is Monsters are still bound to it, but in a different way to everything else in the world.

Frisk can speak, but often would rather sign. This won't come up much in the story though, it was mostly only bothering them when they were around other humans. Yes they are autistic no humans do not know what autism is.

Undyne will be Thrilled™ to see their skill in evading and fighting. Especially since they already have a spear. ("Finally a worthy opponent! Our battle will be legendary!" But the opponent is still a very pacifist child. [I'll explain how this happens in another post. Hopefully.])

When i say the ancients are humans i don't mean like us. They're still very much looking like the murals, at least before the Mass ascension. ...Well mostly the wealthy, but the human genetic code has been altered to hell and back so the poor didn't look too different anyway. While lot of it doesn't show after generations of not-human traits not being activated and reactivated and added, Frisk does have features that aren't quite normal for today's human beings. For example, their skin is adapted to the weather, they retain warmth easily, and they can see better in the dark than we do. There's also cosmetic oddities, but i haven't decided on those. There's more traits that are in their DNA that could be activated, but there is no way or reason to in their current situation.

Frisk is no longer eight by the time they fall. They are nine or ten, but if they're nine they're on the older side of it.

I think that's all. If anyone who sees this has any questions, about Rain World or about undertale or about this crossover in particular, feel free to ask in the comments or with a reblog or an ask! I would love to talk about this but i am terribly undermotivated. I have so many ideas and so little patience to say them........

Lastly:

#rain world #rainworld #rw survivor #rw monk #ut frisk #frisk undertale #ut undyne #undyne #ut toriel #toriel #undertale #crossover #idk i think this is finished #finally...i am free

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littlemissblogger · 1 year

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A Vision Of Life

This is the first story of the “Avonlea Story Club” for the month (January 15th- February 15th). We tried to write the genre “Adventure” for this month. Hope you like it. My another club member is @emerald-notes . Please check out her story for the month too. P.s. The photo has been taken from the internet.

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I woke up at 9:40 PM. ‘Shit!’ I’m gonna miss my train,’ I thought. I quickly went to the bathroom, trying to fresh up, but to my unfortunate life, I could never do anything fast. I came back from the bathroom and started applying all sorts of lotions and moisturizers contained in my daily skin care list. But ugh! It always takes a lot of time. However, I tried to finish dressing up as quickly as possible because I had to catch the train at 10:15 PM. It was getting super late. I did not even look at my watch, fearing it would already be 10:15. Instead, I just quickly hopped in my car and started driving to the direction of the train station. But again, the traffic lights! “It’s gonna kill all of my time” I thought. While waiting for the traffic light to turn green, I tried not to think what would happen to me if I was to miss the train. I started to feel very nervous and stressed. But then, to my great relief, the green signal came, and I started driving right away. The speed I was following was greater than ever because there was no way I could afford to miss the train. Finally, I got to the station. But again, to my utter disappointment, it was already 10:20 PM, and the train had already started running. I stood there watching it run. I could not stop thinking only if I had come 5 minutes earlier. Why did I even stop at the signal? What if I’d woken 5 minutes earlier? But there was nothing to do. What happened just happened. I missed the train. I was in great despair. What was I going to tell my parents? They would be disappointed with me as usual. I found a bench and sat there. My phone rang. I did not look at it because I knew it was my mother calling to know whether or not I got to the train safely. I couldn’t just receive the call and tell her that I didn’t get to the train, let alone safely. I started to get annoyed when my mother kept calling me for the third time. I wasn’t to face the situation. I couldn’t even decide what I was going to do now that I’d missed my train. “But I must do something”, I kept thinking. The whole situation was very pressurized, and I didn’t want to be in it. As I couldn’t stay undecided even for some time, I decided I would just sit there until I thought I should move. I knew it wasn’t an effective decision or maybe no decision at all, but I needed it in order to feel relaxed. Yes, I needed it, I needed some free time to make myself distracted. Yes, distraction was all I needed. I deserved it, I couldn't let myself get pressured. I was extremely tired, and I was beginning to feel restless. My eyes were closing. And then everything became black.

I woke up again with a start. ‘Where was I?’ I thought. It seemed that I was in the station and fell asleep. ‘Of course, I didn’t leave it and didn’t even talk to mom and finally decided to rest here instead. What a silly thing to do!’, I thought. Suddenly, my eyes caught the stare of another pair of eyes. The pair of eyes belonged to a man. The man was a bit gigantic. He was looking at me with a wicked smile on his lips. He reminded me of someone I knew but couldn’t remember at that moment. I could not help hating him. He was making me uncomfortable with his continuous staring and annoying smile. I knew that that particular behaviour of that man was intentional. I kept thinking what I would do if this cruel man suddenly attacked me. I could not remember where I had parked my car. But that was not an issue because the keys are going to lead me to my car. So I started to search for the keys. But, Alas! My bag wasn’t with me. Quickly I reached my pocket, and it was what I had expected, my wallet was gone too. ‘What was I going to do?’ I started to become very tensed. I imagined the cruel man to have taken my stuff to put me in this dangerous situation. ‘How can I be this careless?’ I blamed myself. Then a worse thing happened. The man seemed to call someone without moving his disgusting stare from me. He was surely telling his friends to come meet him in the station. I seemed to guess what was going to happen if his friends had arrived. He and his friends were gonna surely hurt my feelings. I was going to be doomed. And yes, to make it obvious, I saw his friend arriving in the direction of that cruel man with a disgusting laugh. ‘No, this is not going to happen’, I pleaded to myself. I stood up and, without thinking twice, started running in the opposite direction. I thought maybe running from the situation would save me that time. But I was wrong. I heard mocking footsteps behind me. Yes, they were also running after me. As I said, I was doomed!

I had to quicken my steps as I was running for my life. I could swear that I had not run that fast in my entire life. There was a kind of forest near the station. Finding no other convenient place, I directly ran into it. As expected, the forest was very dark. As I was running deeper, it was getting darker. At some point, I could not even distinguish the trees. So, I had to slow down as I didn’t want to get hit by a tree and cause me more trouble. I noticed that the footsteps were no longer audible. I thought maybe they became busy with something more exciting. However, I was relieved. So, I sat down under what seemed to be a huge tree. I was sweating and struggling to breathe. I began to think about a lot of things. I didn’t think it was worth living. Never in my life I did something extraordinary. It was rather boring as hell. I didn’t even like my parents. I was sure, neither did they like me. What was the point of calling each other and knowing stuff, I could not understand. Suddenly I saw a glimpse of light at the far end of the forest. I started walking towards it because my brain was incapable of thinking about anything else.

As I reached the source of the light, I found a house. It was a wooden house. The house appeared very dark, perhaps because it was made out of very dark colored woods. I knocked at the door. I knocked it twice. An old woman finally opened the door. Her hair was all silver and she gave me a soothing smile. As I was just going to ask her something, she moved away from the door gesturing me to step inside. I obeyed her because she seemed friendly. I thought maybe she was the one who could actually help me get out of the situation. I sat on a tool near the fireplace. The old woman sat beside me. It seemed like she was ready to hear me talk. I could not decide where to start. It was always very difficult for me to start the discussion. Instead I started looking around her house. The house had only one room in which we were sitting. There was no other furniture other than the two chairs (where we were seated) and a table. The contents on the table were really weird. There were some moving dolls and a glass tube filled with a sparkling purple liquid. The dolls were very lovely looking. They had smooth skin and rosy cheeks and were glowing and radiating charisma. I was pleased at their beauty and their movement. Then, the woman spoke.

“You seem to like the dolls, don’t you?”

“Yes, they are very comforting and lively”, I replied.

“You can be like them, you know, if you want.”

She took the glass tube from the table.

“This is called the ‘Elixir of Beauty’. This can make you happy just like it made the dolls happy”, she said pointing the tube towards me.

I took the tube.

“You can drink it” she seemed to suggest. I was hesitating. Things can happen this easily, I did not believe. “Can I really be as happy and lively as the dolls? Shall I trust the woman?” I kept thinking.

Suddenly I woke up hearing a beep. It was my alarm. I really woke up this time from this peculiar dream. Was it a nightmare or an excitement, I could not tell. But I realized that, I didn’t yet miss the train. The train which was to take me to the job interview was still waiting. I could not miss that chance like I did before. I knew I needed it. ‘No slow-motion work this time’, I told myself. But firstly I had to take some moments to finish up my skin care routine peacefully because it was important. I had plenty of time but I had to make it useful.

And I did reach the station and hopped on my train timely and safely. As the train was running, I decided what I would be doing after I had appeared for the interview properly. I needed to call my mom. Probably she liked me or liked me not but I did not have to think about that. I also do need to call my therapist and thank her. She was a good adviser after all. As the train started to run faster, I kept thinking about the dream. It felt too relatable. Like I had lived my life in that dream.

#story #short story #writers #writers block #female writers #writing #books and writing #books #Writerscommunity #wrtieblr #fanfic #fanfic writing #book review #booklog #books & libraries #bookblr #adventure #adventure story

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inkybloom-luv · 5 months

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"Take care of the chickens first"

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Here's a drabble cause I've been having stardew valley brainrot as well as jinkies thoughts. I'm currently at the end of exam season so I needed some sanity for myself, enjoy my hopefully-not-suffering homies!

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Fresh Spring air sure was delightful on a comfortably warm sunny day. Inky yawned, they couldn't sleep the night before, for no particular reason. She looked around at the fields she'd just finished maintaining. They were small, but big enough to produce food for two and sell a bit. She looked down at her dirt covered hands and smiled, moving to the hose to water the crop growing there right then.

It was all so peaceful now. Life was basically what she wanted since she could think for herself. Living on a farm and being self sufficient with someone they loved that is. And that someone was Jamil. Now you might be thinking something like shouldn't he be serving the Asim family or something like that, but no. What happened was that, with a bit of help from Kalim, bless him, both Inky and Jamil ran away to a small farm in the countryside of pyroxene. Was it easy to convince Jamil? Absolutely not. But he was happy now. And they had time for days off, for holidays, for trips. Kalim still supported them financially a bit. As a thank you for Jamil's years of service and friendship and an apology for not exactly being easy most of the time, since Kalim could cause a lot of work for Jamil. Inky washed the loose dirt off her hands with the running water, wiping their hands on a cloth they had attached to their belt.

The beloved man of the house was hanging laundry at the moment, since he was much more adept at household chores than Inky was. He didn't pay much mind to the footsteps he heard approaching, he knew that step pattern well after all and maybe that was because it was his favourite to hear, because it would mean he'd get to see the one he more than adored. He didn't expect a pair of arms do wrap around him though.

"Good morning, you all done in the field?" Jamil asked.

"Mhm..~" Inky nodded mostly into his back, "all done.. now I can look after the chickens.. and then.. I don't know what then.. can we take a nap later? I want to cuddle but I'm tired."

She could feel his chuckle and see his grin, but it wasn't malicious at all. He nodded, laying a hand on one of her's.

"Sure, Meri Jaan, we can cuddle.. but you have to go take care of the chickens first, I'll finish the laundry in the meantime, alright?" He told them, to which he felt them nod into his back again. The two stayed like that before separating. Someone had to finish the work they had for the day after all. And once that was done, they could afford to be lazy in one another's arms together. Maybe they could take a walk later too. Yeah. This was the life that felt right, perfect even, for the two of them.

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@midnightmah07 thought I'd tag you since you knew I'd write this

#simpery #inky's works #jamil viper #twisted wonderland #jamil x oc #jamil viper fluff #jamil twst #twst x oc #jinkies

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riflewounds · 2 years

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Whumptober, day 26 | No One Left Behind ("Why did you save me?")

He'd been left alone here. No food or water for a second day in a row and the pain gnawing at his legs and twisting his gut only grew with each passing hour. The ground was cold, too, but he was thankful he wasn't forced to keep sitting on that god-awful chair.

He barely slept at night. Shallow and short stays in the warm darkness, only about two hours at a time. He woke up - repeatedly - at boots passing by the door.

Rabid hounds of war, doing what their masters wanted of them, to rip and tear and torture.

Soft thumps down the hall. Muffled screams. Gunshots. Durant perked up, as much as his broken body would allow.

Many boots racing down the hall, hushed words speaking of an intruder, some lanky man with a gun.

Wait, is it--

"Left side, left side," came a muffled yell from the hall.

Durant counted two shots right after. Followed by a nice little burst from the two men close by the door. Three more shots. From further away. At least one hit because there was a piercing scream just outside the door. Followed by more panicked words he couldn't quite make out through the haze of pain.

Another shot, quick retaliation of several three-round bursts, and two more single shots from a different gun.

A rifle clattered to the ground. Faint gurgles just in the hallway.

Deathly silence. No barks of gunfire, just the buzzing in his head and some disgusting sinking feeling.

Could it be his boss? Maybe, but this didn't sound like him Precise, yes, maybe a little too much for the man himself. Did he hire someone? To soften up those contractor fuckers, so he can then sweep in and claim all the glory?

He would've laughed if not for the piercing pain in his ribs. Fuchs had the resources, he had people, it wouldn't be unlike him to hire some extra help for the job.

He could afford the extra bodies.

And he could afford to find a different loyal gun, puppy.

Different gunman to fill his place. Take over his role of the loyal bodyguard willing to sacrifice limb and life.

Even if the guy was a dick.

Durant couldn't hear a single sound aside from his quick ragged breaths. He'd grown a little accustomed to the pain, but his legs felt full of red-hot knives slicing away at his flesh.

He stilled once he heard those footsteps in the hallway. Light, so vastly different from the steel-toed boots that ran through the hall only minutes ago. No, these were loafers, a light blend of leather and vulcanized rubber. Tap, tap, tap, the sound was closing in, until the door handle moved and Durant stilled completely.

Either it's Fuchs, or someone else.

He blinked as the door swung open. Silver glint of a Beretta. Muzzle trained right at him, before it wavered and pointed towards the ground as the man's hands fell.

"Durant?"

He... came back for him...

"H-Hey," he rasped, breaking into a little cough at the sudden motion. Too deep of an exhale. His ribs still ached, stabbing pain clawing at his lung with every cough.

Broken ribs had nothing on two shattered femurs...

Fuchs slipped his gun away for the moment, taking long, hasty strides towards his gunman. "We don't have much time before the rest of those jack-booted fucks come down here."

Durant estimated they had ten minutes at most. Realistically, it's less. A lot less.

More like five minutes.

Fuchs kneeled beside him, took a pair of wire cutters to the zip ties binding the gunman's wrists. "Let's get out of here."

Two snips, and the pressure at his wrist was gone. Durant flexed his hands, splayed his palm, curled his fingers into a tight fist before he loosened them. But just as quickly as the pressure was relieved, Fuchs was already hooking his arm around the gunman, about to lift him up.

"No no no, wait, wa--"

Then the bones in his leg shifted and he screamed loud enough to wake the dead. That piercing, blood-curdling wail--

"Shut up!"

--he screamed until his lungs seized with lack of air.

"For fuck's sake just shut up!"

Followed by desperate lungfuls of that precious, precious air, cut shallow by his broken battered ribs, fingers curling against the floor and nails scratching away at whatever was under his hands.

Please god make it stop, make it stop, make it stop--

"Oh shit--"

Darkness blotted out his sight, drowned out every sound, his body was sagging into that painless warm void, but he was plucked out of those deep dark waters only moments later. Sweaty. Back against the bumpy ground, his entire body ached and throbbed and his guts were twisting into tight knots under the strain.

"Fuchs..."

Moist eyes, dry throat. He could only croak as he twisted on the ground.

His boss fell quiet, just looking at his gunman, unsure what to do next. Barely touching him, just lightly resting two fingers on Durant's shoulder.

"I took a couple guys with me, they're waiting outside." Fuchs spoke, considerably more gentle than only minutes ago, "I need you to stay quiet."

Quiet, huh? Durant wasn't sure it was even possible. "Then gimme drugs. Or knock me out. Please."

Desperate words, quiet urgency. This would go a lot smoother if he wasn't screaming with every little movement. Even now, even when he was lying completely still, Durant was only hairs away from screaming his lungs out. Words didn't come to him as easily as they usually did either, they came mangled and incoherent through the haze of pain. "My legs are fucked. Broken. Fuckers broke my legs."

"Yeah, I figured."

Then he could've-- he could've stopped sooner!

"And since you can't stand up, I'm gonna have to drag you."

Fine, fucking fine, "Just get on with it," Durant grumbled. Impatient, frustrated, anxious. Conflicting feelings mixing into some horrible painful mess. "You gonna give me something, or we goin' raw?"

"Raw."

God-- he swallowed. Every little bit of motion of his legs plunged him into throes of agony so intense he could no longer keep conscious.

Fuchs produced a single tie, he folded it in half twice, and brought it down to the gunman's chin. "Here, bite this."

And he did. Fuchs positioned it between Durant's teeth, and he bit down on it. It'd help, even if just a little.

"Alright."

White and orange hues of pain. It felt as if legs were being torn apart, pulled off his body like he was some insect.

Paralyzed. Eyes blown wide open, he was stiff as a board and his body tried to screech, yet breath halted in his throat, it wouldn't budge, nerves overloaded with this unspeakable agony.

He couldn't take it. Couldn't do it. As if rigor mortis had set in while he was still alive.

Durant could hear a word, quiet and mangled in the haze, a single "Finally" as the gunman slipped under.

#whumptober2022 #no.26 #no one left behind #why did you save me #OC #fic #a bunch of these whumptober entries are out of chronological order #but there is a storyline happening #i should make a masterlist with these in chronological order

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akishojou · 2 years

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And, They Were Room Mates

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Because you couldn't afford to pay the usual monthly rent you were left with no other choice, but to be room mates with a questionable young male... Who is he you ask? Well, it's none other than the school's delinquent, Ken Ryuguji.

Pt 1.

"I'm really, sorry (name) I know you've been trying to make the payments, but it's really not enough." Your land lady said, while you were down on your knees begging after your room mate had move out to live with her boyfriend, you had been trying, but failing to make the monthly payment.

You even got two jobs after school you'd work in a boutique as a sale's person, and on weekends you work in a pet store as a cashier while you still go to school the land lady looked at your sadly, then pulled you to your feet again.

"I'll be giving you 3 weeks to find a we apartment." She told you, and you bowed your head thanking her you then got ready for school great, just great where were going to live for the next 3 weeks? You can't go back to the orphanage, they already have a lot of kids to take care.

You got the train station it stopped, and the doors opened you walked in standing to the side as the train make another stop a man wearing a suit, and tie walked in front you look away ignoring the man just then you felt his hand went under your skirt you turned about to yell.

But, another hand yours pulling you to the person looking up you see a tall man with a blond undercut, and hair braided with a tattoo on the side on his head it was Ken Ryuguji as the student council president you had heard about him through, from the complain of the students.

"Hey, what the hell!? I saw her first." The groper said, and grab you hand only for to pull away then held onto his hand tightly scared that he might try to grope you again, Draken pushed the male to the chairs gaining the attention of the passengers.

"You son of bitch!" The groper yelled, Draken was about to punch the man, but you place your hands on his cheeks making him face you then pulled him towards you kissing his lips he had a surprise look on his face.

He turned to pervert seeing him walk away the train stop then you pulled away the doors opened, then the conductor announced your stop you walked out of the train face slightly red.

'Oh, my god are they really?'

'Holy, shit his with ms. pres?'

'Yeah, I saw them on the train making out.'

You could hear the students whisper as you make your way to the student council office after class, who knew that kissing Draken on the train station just to get rid of the grope, and to stop him from punch a guy would make headlines in school.

You slide open the door then walked inside, you make your way to your chair you noticed a pile of papers on the desk made doing some work would help you get distracted, with the whole situation you took out your pen, then began signing them moments later the door opened again.

"Ms. Pres! Have you heard what the students had been saying?" Your vice-president asked, and you turned to her then back to your work.

"Yes, I have is that all you want to talk about?" You asked, then the vice-president went towards you and sit at the chair in front of you.

"(name)-chan, I am talking to now as a best friend you better stay away from, Ken Ryuguji, I heard that his in a dangerous gang." She said, and you turned to her after the train station incident you hardly believe that, Draken, is a bad guy you two heard the door open there stood Draken.

"Ugh! What are you doing!? Are you here to hurt ms. pres? You have to go through me first." Your vice-president said, while Draken just look confuse.

"What the hell are you talking? I'm just here to walk her home." He told her, then turned to you and walk towards you sitting down on the chair your vice-president looked surprise.

"N-no way, No way! No way!" She yelled, then ran off.

"Hey! No running on the hall!" You shout after her, and you turn to Draken.

"Sorry about her, she can be a handful at time." You said, Draken just shrugged.

"It's fine just finish up your work, whatever." He told you, then lean his head back on the chair.

"Why do you even want to walk me home?" You asked.

"Groper is still out there, he might come back." He told you, then you shrugged and continued on signing papers minutes later you were done, and you got up Draken help you gather up your things then you two walk out of the school together.

"Mommy, mommy, look." A child's voice said he turned to him, and glared they got scared then held onto his mother's hand tightly he glance at you, as you stood at the cashier checking out the dress that the lady had brought.

He could never get use to you looking like that in school you looked a bit different, you looked hot as the male students except him had describe it, but seeing you in casual clothes you looked... oddly cute about a few hours later you shift finished, then you went to the changing room going back to your school clothes.

"Good work today, (name)-chan." Your coworker said, and you nodded then waved her goodbye you walk towards Draken he got up from his sit, then you two walk beside each other.

"Draken!" A voice yelled you two turned, and a male with lilac hair came he turned to you a bit confused Draken pulled the guy to a corner to talk privately moments later, the lilac haired male walked away, then the blond went towards you and you two continued on your walk home you got to your apartment, you turned to him.

"Thanks again for walking me home, Ryuguji-san." You told him, and walk up the stairs of your apartment unknown to you Draken had watched you walk inside, then minutes later he walked away.

"Are you heading out to your job, (name)-chan?" Your land lady asked, and you nodded it's the weekend that meant you'd need to go to the pet shop for work they always needed someone to take care of the pets while still there, and that's where you come along.

"Yeah, I am oba-san." You told her, then she took out a container and handed it to you.

"Here, have some senbei I know your working hard to make the monthly." She said, and you smiled then took it.

"You know, I can always offer you a loan, (name)-chan." Your land lady told you, and you shook your head.

"I don't want to trouble you, oba-san." You said, and she gave out a sigh.

"Honestly, you young people always on a rush to grow up, why don't you enjoy youth while you still are? Why when I was your age, I was having the time of my life playing games, and going out with my boyfriend." She told you, and you chuckled.

"You must had been popular with boys, oba-san." You said, and she nodded then you land lady placed a paper on your hand.

"If you ever moved out of the apartment make sure to call me, I really enjoy our talks, and I want to make sure you are alright." She told you, and you nodded then placed the paper on your pocket then you walked towards the train station you got to your stop in less than an hour, then you got off making your way to the pet store.

"Morning, (name)-chan." Your coworker greeted you, and you smiled.

"Morning." You said, then went to the changing area you changed out of you clothes to your uniform after that you took the dogs lash, and take them out for their daily walk you decided to take them to the park for today.

All of a sudden you felt a sudden hit you turned to the dogs and grab their lash before they could get away, you turned to the person ready to yell at them, but closed your mouth shut seeing it was Draken he looked at you then extended out his hand while he held the ball on the other.

"Oh, it's just you, Ryuguji-san." You said, then took his hand he pulled you up again and grabbed you bag for you he handed it to you.

"What's with the dogs?" He asked, and gave him a smirk.

"I thought you said, that what we do after school is none of the other's business?" You said, and he just cast you an annoyed look.

"I work at a pet store on weekends, I take care of the animals there." You told him, and you placed a hand on the side of your side to see if there's any bruise you flinched, then let out a small pained noise Draken turned to you and placed his on the side of your face turning you to the side, and there is was a red bruise.

"I'm fine, really, I had it worst." You told him, but he didn't take your word for it and he lead you to a bench.

"Stay here, I'll go and you some ice." He said, and you nodded just then you heard footsteps looking up you jolted seeing delinquents staring at you.

"C-can I help you?" You asked them, then one of them a short blond male sit down next to you.

"Oh, we were just curious we're sorry for hitting you with the ball earlier." He said, and you smiled starting to feel more relax you shook your head.

"No, it's fine." You told him.

"I got the ice." Draken's voice suddenly came and he handed you the pack of ice, you smiled at him and placed it over the side of your head.

"Thanks, but I really should be heading back now, thanks for the ice, Ryuguji-san." You said, then got up walking back to the pet store.

"Hey, Ken-chin, how come you never introduced us to your girlfriend." Mikey said, and Draken whipped his head to him.

"What? No, she's not my girlfriend (last name) is, the student council president of my school." He explained to him.

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floralprinceofdoom · 7 days

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Yesterday was the 18 year anniversary of the last time I saw my dearest friend alive and well.

I was a flighty little thing in those days. I couldn't focus for shit, but I felt put together when we were in the same place. I still couldn't focus, I still couldn't think clearly, but he always helped me get back on track, kept me from getting lost, made me feel like a person, in spite of my brain not working properly.

In turn, I grounded him. I talked him back out of bad places, talked sense into him when people brought him low. When his ex tried to manipulate him. When she collaborated with other mean girls in the school to chase him down in the parking lot because he'd moved on and was happy, and she was mad about it, making him think there was something wrong with him being happy. I encouraged him when he decided to better himself to propose to the girl he loved, and sat on the phone with him long into the night when she broke up with him because he was working on the other side of the state.

I was 19, he was going to turn 19 in a month. We spent the day together, scouring the mall for a birthday gift for his father, getting side tracked by anime, video games, random sparkling nonsense. We picked out a blue and gold tie for his dad. Nice quality silk, bought with money from his first job. A bit expensive, but his dad was amazing, and absolutely worth it. I picked out a silly card from the Hallmark store, and together, sitting in the Chick-fil-a we put together the present package, sharing an order of waffle fries, talking about plans for the future (I wanted to go to art school, he was going to work for his brother in law until he could afford to live on his own and had experience to work at a mechanics shop in town and start his life where our roots lay)

Our friends came and got us from the mall and we spent the evening with drinks and snacks in the park, grilling hot dogs and throwing m&ms and chips around, laughing our asses off when he used his nose as a rocket to launch a peanut m&m at our friend who'd been reading and ignoring the nonsense the rest of us were getting up to (she threw it back and pinged him in the forehead, and it was great)

When the night came to an end and everyone had to go home, we piled into our friend's car, and I sat in the middle of the back bench, sandwiched between the two people I loved most in the world at the time--Him, and our mutual crush.

I should have been unbearably warm. They both ran hot. But all of a sudden I felt like I was drenched in ice water, and I started crying.

"Don't go. Don't go back."

"It's ok. I'll be back for my birthday next month"

"No you won't. You're going to go back there, and we'll never see you again. You won't be coming back. Don't go" I don't know where it came from, I just knew it was true. I had a white knuckle grip on his hand as we sat in the car outside his house.

"We have to get you home, Al" the friend who'd been driving us said "Your parents will be pissed if we don't."

so we piled out, group hugged, and when everyone else pulled away, I gripped him tighter.

"I'm serious. Please don't go. You'll go and you won't come back. You have to stay. we need you here"

"It'll be ok, Al. Don't worry. I'll come back. You graduate next month, right? Finally?"

"Yeah, on your birthday... Hey. Do. What car do you want for your birthday?"

We always did that. We bought each other a matchbox, or a hotwheels car. It was our little joke. 'What car do you want?' 'I dunno? a green one? you pick' the color was random, but we always did it.

"No car, this year. Get your diploma. That'll be my birthday present this year"

"You got it. When. When you come back, it's yours"

I went home, he went inside. He called the day he left to say he was on his way, I told him to be safe. We called each other every day. He wasn't able to come back for his birthday, but he promised he'd be back.

A month after my graduation, and his birthday, I got a call from him at 11 am. I was exhausted, I told him I'd call him back.

I woke up at 3:44, sick. Violently so. I went downstairs, miserable, exhausted. Mom reminded me I received a call, and I went to call him back, then my mom said 'not until you've done yard work, like you promised'

It was 7:30 when we were finally done. I was resting before I went to return his call... except. I got a call from one of our other friends.

He'd died.

It had to be fake. I couldn't believe that.

I called his sister's house, where he'd been staying while he was working for her husband

"I'm. I'm sorry, Al. He. died. he's dead."

"what? when??"

They'd pronounced him dead at 3:40.

He'd drowned in a river that ran off from the mountains he'd been living in.

His father wore the tie we bought him to the funeral, and a dishtowel embroidered with a duck over his shoulder, sobbing into it.

His father passed back in February.

Facebook was kind enough to tell me his birthday is in two days.

When I met him, when I was 14, I couldn't see myself lasting a year. With his friendship and encouragement, I made it to 19, I graduated... At 19, I couldn't imagine making it to 30 without him. I'm 37. I've made so many friends and had so many experiences because he worked me out of that nasty funk.

But damn. I still miss his goofy ass.....

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scentedchildnacho · 5 months

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He told me he had a dream that he met a pretty black woman experienced comatose and had issues with kidnapped children.....so I told him he is around american catholicism and veterans care I have a lot of problems with care of veterans and hygiene terrorism.....vaccine hells arrive because terrorists need militant targets to receive political legitimation otherwise their just some irrelevant coup like adolph hitler....

I have had very pretty black women dressed all in black arrive as gifts from the pastorals and they take us to hotels and let us clean up and have hope of benefits but once the hotel stay is over they will want to haul you off to a shelter which is just a lesser security jail....

Then you will have to have a sorority or fraternity and the nuns will really want severely abused children to stay with them about some prior financial obligation....

And these children will have a mother that is abusive though like belts at them or genital mutilation or hitting them all over their bodies like striking them...not just popping them not just being kind of a poppa like striking them....

And you won't possibly believe it's their mother the mother couldn't possibly be that hurtful that's not discipline

And he said no that's not what it's about....

He told me the neighbors don't like homeless around....and so I said I don't think the neighbors are in there anymore...they did attack them really bad and the Russians are in there as construction companies wanting gay parties if that's what your saying about having to be liked by upper class violence that just wants to know if it can get away with complete culture thieve ing

Men younger then me have told me they have had to be called a ho and on gay time to afford something

If it's those construction companies I believe you everyone's human rights is just whether or not their sex party liked it and no maturation compensation or moral obligation is here then....and we have to go to God about non stop raiding

Thats my apology to the neighbors L.A. has been a metropole a long time and a lot of migrants.....come through here willing to give them public land rights compensation to move their feelings of private property into appropriate places for that western game like the country

We come through here willing to not make them tolerate buyers something as liquid poor as buyers and give them public subsidies to settle out of the city so that house Rowe can be taken over for professional interest to manage migrant issues responsibly and appropriately

Yes they are very persistent that migrants be captured to mentalism and to me people need people with judicial sectors to give them their case files and digitized cities aid to direct them to emigrationists because things need to be sanitary and of service not some creepy riot and illegal government all the time....

There are like Irish here but translation of better comfortability fitting in with rhythm syncopation and consumer culture.....is again getting people called down syndrome and the Irish used to help emigration get in with their housing and a.i. communities and get economies going

He told me hitlers army was the most powerful in the world so I said no Ukraine ally if it's the West yes they had scarier more severe tanks and nukes at the West but once they try to go at my doppelganger east Europeans show off ME...as a woman that can be very tough and strong and Hitler was largely annailated it's Stalin that committed later atrocities

The West did learn from Hitler how to armament advance and become scarier then him

You did this to London so you may know how it feels for Dresden to be gone if territory is irrelevant

Recent the first women to my ME....can truly kick ass conquer and dominate

Uhm anyway it's better now then it has been so Ukraine ally if they cannot appreciate having a gas subsidy if it's just to attack impoverished people to be the only people with gas subsidies then their reserves can just blow up lobbyists for electric have said a long time they don't enjoy fossil fuels and no fossil fuels no war....

He warned me they are going to send everyone to war that a draft will start.....so I told him the war is coming to an end and to be frightened of peace more so...it might be worse if peace

He told me they will send me cross country so I said I have been sent cross country....i tried to hike out of new roads Louisiana and this whole line of tanks came up at me unaware so don't talk to me like I haven't lived through war ...it was like tinnenamen square

And I explained to him that's what homelessness is it has all been nothing but a draft it's enlist into trenches or their won't be much but rest home boredom this is drafting

I'm sorry but the plan for active duty is a lot more affluent here

Im sorry but trades and military parties outside of combative occurances I believe women's rights activists males are treated more delicately then peace civilians beat nik ways of life you have no idea what poor house peace on women can be like

Its been news of people murdering pregnant women even so be prepared for it having been shocking enough and for all the financial build up of roaring twenties to be gone and you with an ox plow

There already has been nukes re tested on reservations and we all still trapped here so be prepared for their tired of the insanity of war wealth and there not being much else other then house arrest insanities and when you have understood interpersonal combat in hoods in peace you will lose your you really experienced war we didn't attitude

Do not believe ida b wells was indiscriminate in her negro cases of innocence......do not project your black wealth lenience onto white Stanford studies or you will have to know what it's like to be shoved into free white conditions where no one would respond to calls for help aid and defense

I told him those people leaving the front door of the library are not homeless people those are terrorists.....people like them are very very affluently terrifying

Sometimes I'm called a war job like arsonist but I'm.mostly called a mental crying for help and police have to arrive....truth is most homeless people are slowly dying of unsanitary conditions

Those are creepy apple pay reefers and domestic abusers and they are just here to territorialize the homeless leaving.....their rapeists and their told human students are like their herds to shock into blitz institutions

I told him for the most part people are normal just mellow and common and what life is....if it's creepy Canadians with blue eyes that try to be the white klan....those people are very scary and wealthy and can really really hurt people or kill them

They are just here to shock and lightening strike blitz krieg....

Those people are really bad white males do though have rights about swarms of minorities that all lay claim to territory and normal ones know to say to black chicks that they get to be street scene right now their autistic time.....those people this morning did very very violent threats to make the black women leave that's just wrong

Maybe safety is an illusion maybe it's an illusion that a permanent totalitarian view of history hasn't really told everyone we are from here and I shouldn't be displaced because of problems from the states

So I think that security group is better able to control situations then it appears....they appear peaceful and slowly if they want to be violent at innocent civilians then they can territorialize get trapped there and kill themselves if they envy the homeless so much....

The Lord is my shepherd.....so sweet grass eventually that operant conditioning to sheep did have to completely go away and

Their rapeists this can be donkey or sea lion or elk but really shocks that abusive do believe people have a hide....

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