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rafedaddy01 · 6 months

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I cant believe out of all places my parents chose Outer Banks to move too. This place is a shithole, except for the nicer part of town, where the rich live. This place is completely different from where i grew up, a small town In California called Nevada City. Man it was wonderful! the town pop was about 3,000 people and everybody knew everybody. it was home. but this place... in lack of better words; is a complete shithole.

of course my parents being the rich pricks they are, stayed back home to "deal with business" whatever the hell that means for them. so im staying with an old family friend of theirs, great! not..

the driver picks me up from the airport and as we drive to said family friend i admire the scenery. Houses, boats, shacks, homeless people, shops, that was all in the "poor side" as it call it, eye roll, i never enjoyed being rich. i was born into it. my father on the other hand was a made man. He opened up quite a few banks in our little city and recently they have evolved into bigger states/cities, hence the move.

we lived in a big manor on a secluded acreage back home, thats weird to say, i guess its not home anymore. we were close enough to town for me to be able to pop in everyday and work at the local museum, we always had lots of tourists come in and i enjoyed telling people about the history of our town.

i sigh in the back seat of the limo as i think about was used to be home and prepare to make acquaintance with the kings of the island. The Cameron's. my parents told me a little bit about them since id be staying with them until mom and dad could come down here permeantly.

There was Ward Cameron, the father. Rose Cameron, the stepmother. Rafe Cameron, the eldest. Sarah Cameron, the middle child. and Wheezie, the youngest of the bunch. They seemed noraml enough and i was kind of excited to make some new friends.

we pulled up to the house and man oh man. Ive seen some houses in my day but heck! seeing all the worn out building on the way over? the hosue has two stories and is white, it almost looks like the white house!

my eyebrows raise to my forehead as we drive up the long driveway and stop at the front of the house. the driver comes to my side and opens the door, ugh i hate being waited on, "thank you, Scott. You dont have to worry about my bags, i can carry them" i tell the older gentleman who looks like he should be in a retirement home with his white hair that is swiped back and covered by that redicioulse chauffer hat and that outift that sits loosely on his visible scrawny bones. "No worries Miss, Morales, its my pleasure." he smiles as he wobbles over to the trunk and takes my luggage.

"You must be Avery!" a feminine voice beams as she embraces me in a hug. Ugh, i do not like being touch. This town is just getting better and better. "im Rose Cameron, welcome to our home" she introduces herself and i take a step back examining her, she has blonde hair that comes down to about her shoulders and its pampered to perfection. She wearing a baby pink dress that hug's her curves magnificently. she has gold dangly earrings on and black thin heels, the kind that a sophisticated women would wear, shes beautiful but theres something about her i dont really like. "yes, hello" i smile back at her. "thank you for being so kind as to take me in" i tell her "oh nonsense, your parents are lovely people and we told them wed be happy to let you stay with us. as long as it takes"

As long as it take? what is that supposed to mean. does rose know something i dont, should i be worried?

i scratch the thoughts from my mind as we step into the estate, its beautiful, the twisting stairwell that leads upstairs and the gigantic chandelier that dangles in the middle. "wow, very beutiful Mrs. Cameron" i say as i take a look around "oh please, call me rose" she smiles, theres a viscousness in her smile, its fake. Ive seen it before, from my own mother none the less.

"let me show you to your room, the driver has already set your luggage in there" she says as she leads me up the staircase.

we walk into one of the many guest rooms, but this one is mine. the walls are a shade of gold and its oddly comforting. theres a large king bed in the center of the wide room and a balcony that hovers over the green grass and water thats seen in the distance. The bathroom is in the room and seems to connect to the room next door, i wonder whose room that is, probably another guest room.

"ill let you settle in and once your done you can come down for dinner and meet the rest of the family" rose smiles at me as she shuts the door and lets me settle.

i take a momment scanning the room, theres not much in it besides a closet, a bed, some nightstands, and curtains that fall along the frames of the windows. its much bigger than my room back home. i decide not to unpack everything, i dont plan on being her long, i hope.

I decided to take a shower, i was in a plane for 15hrs overall.

I wash myself with some shampoo that is in there, it smells like cedarwood and ginger, an odd mix but also strangly comforting. i lather my hair and body and let the hot water relax my built up tension.

once i hop out of the shower i wrap a towel around my body and head through my bedroom door, i stop and stare at the door across from mine, i wonder whose room that is.

i walk up to my luggage and pull out a mini plaid green skirt with a matching top, i dry my hair and let the pin-straight black strands flow down my back

i step out of the room at about 7:20pm and head downstairs, the smell of chicken infests my nostrils and my stomach grumbles, i hadnt even realized i didnt eat much today. i stride into the dining room and everybody is in there seats, except for two open ones, mine and i presume rafes, whose is empty.

"ah, there she is!' Ward speaks as he stands and rounds the table to me "Avery Morales, Sir" i say extending my hand. Ive learned my manners from talking to my father, he is a kind man when he wants to be but money changed him. he and my mother have both become vicious and would do anything to fill their wallets. its sad really, we used to be the perfect little family in Nevada and we still are, were, but with much darker secrets now, thats a story for another time.

"Im happy to welcome you to our humble abode Miss Morales" he says pulling my chair out for me. The empty chair is beside me while who i presume are sarah and wheezie sit across from me and ward and rose sit on opposite ends of the table.

"Im sarah" the girl to the left in front of me says. She is gorgeous, she has a tan that sticks to her skin like its her natural color and dirty blonde hair that flows down her shoulders and chest, her lips are plump and full and her eyes sparkle with kindness, i like her. "Wheezie" peeps the little girl next to her, shes young, maybe 13 or 14. She had black hair thats braided in two braids and glasses that frame her face.

"lets eat!" rose cheers as we dig in

we finish dinner and i insist on helping clear the table but ward says they have staff that do that and that i should get some rest because ive had a long day. Hes right im exhusted. I got to know sarah quite a bit, wheezie doesnt talk much. it seems like nobody really notices her and they all just ignore her whenever she trys to speak up. But sarah told me about the island a little bit and even said shed introduce me to some friends tomorrow.

I walk up the stairs and head for my room but i couldnt help thinking about the empty chair next to mine. why wasnt he at dinner? does he not live here, does he even exist. My mind is heavy with thoughts as i walk to the bathroom and turn the doorknob, that weird, i didnt leave the light on

"oh my god! im so sorry!' i squeal as i cover my eyes.

There is Rafe. standing. naked. in my bathroom, well, our bathoom. I guess i found out whose room is next to mine.

Pt2

@f4ll-for-you @v21sstuff @rafeysworldim19 @baby19sthings @eventualoptimism @drewstarkeysbae @sevenwivesofrafecameron @rxfecameronsslut @findapenny @r1vrsefx

#outer banks #rafe cameron #drew starkey #smut #dark rafe cameron #outerbanks #drewstarkey #drewstarkey smut #rafecameron #fanfic #rafe fluff #dark rafe

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catcafesponsor · 7 months

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reea's awesome guide to: the perfect break in 2 rating

if you havent heard of break in 2 yet then youve been living under a rock. welcome to roblox power source of imagination!

erm so lets assume youve played break in 2. and made it to the final boss battle.

basically scary mary rates you based on your preparation. theres 5 main things that she'll critique

your training stats (strength and speed)

the amount of food items you have

the weapon youre holding

if youre wearing the golden armor

the amount of npcs you have

and if youre like me (i bet you are) you were VERY sad VERY VERY SO SAD when she LAUGHED!! but LAUGH she will no more because i have made the guide to getting the "perfect" rating

before i give you my MASTERFUL tips make sure youre doing this with a team of slightly experienced players at least. doing this alone is no easy task and i have yet to do that.

enjoy! i guess!

Training

Requirement: Level 5 stat + Level 3 stat

i honestly dont think this is hard to explain. in break in 2 theres a gym and you can train your stats there!

the easiest way to get the max rating on your training stats is a level 5 stat and a level 3 stat, resulting in 8 points total. 4 and 4 will NOT work.

i usually go for strength because treadmill sucks to grind on, but youll want to get 4 strength 3 speed.

you can get a rainbow pizza to boost a stat by 1 via one of those crates you open in the base or the vault kitchen. for the vault kitchen youll want to have 200 bucks to buy the key from the vending machine! DO NOT grab the rainbow pizza. get smoeone else to do it. you cant eat the rainbow pizza if you grab the box, after all!

Food

Requirement: 10 food items

well this one is just easy. make sure to conserve food! i think certain food items (chip bags, golden pizza, stuff like that) counts for 2 or more so dont worry if you only have like. 7. just keep a chip bag or the such handy on you!

a golden apple also counts for like 1 bazillion but i dont think its worth it since you lose a lot of valuable training time by getting the gapple

Weapon

Requirement: The strongest weapon

theres a vending machine in the shop and it dispenses weapons. rare is a golden crowbar (trash), epic is a diamond crowbar (trash), legendary has a few possible "strongest weapons".

theres also a board next to the weaponized vending machine in the shop and if you spam the papers until they all fall off you can see what the strongest weapon is. it could be a bat, a wrench, a rake, just any of the legendary weapons. its a random one.

then you have to gamble until you get it! easy at that. probably the easiest to take care of on this list

Armor

Requirement: Armor lmao

to get armor, you have to go through this 4 step plan

have 150 bucks on you

beat up EVERYONE in the fight zone upstairs (50 people total, can be done with friends to speed up the process by a lot)

open the fight room by hitting the door with level 4+ strength and any weapon

buy the armor from the vending machine in the fight room not the shop

thats all. a little annoying if you arent going for the max level strength route, because youd have to find someone else with 4+ strength but its fine

NPCs

Requirement: Uncle Pete, Twado the Dog, Detective Bradley Beans

ha hahaha HAHAHAHHAHAHA i hate this.

for uncle pete youll have to free him from his cage next to the fight room. you can get the key from inside the kitchen drawer in any spot. DO NOT SWITCH TO A DIFFERENT ITEM OR YOU WILL DROP THE KEY! you can get to the kitchen faster if you craft a parent with a child to make a lockpick

for twado the dog youll.. ugh.. have to go up to the board next to the sign and spam the papers. eventually theyll all fall and reveal the food twado wants! it could be an apple, soda, a pizza or a cookie. if its a pizza or a soda you might as well just restart because those are hell to deal with!

once you find the food he wants go outside of the base and to the left on the "dog trail" where you can retrieve twado and bring him back safely. you only need level 3 speed for it but youll have to be careful with your jumps. DO NOT LET TWADO SLIP ON THE ICE. YOU HAVE TO FEED HIM AGAIN IF SO.

aaaaand detective beaners bones. i hate this guy. so much. but what you need to do is first have 3 speed and a soda (or any means of speeding yuorself up).

you want to complete ALL 3 of uncle pete's tasks (defeat 3 bad guys, then defeat 10, and then beat the pizza boss or clear our the fight room). after he will give you hsi treasured rat!

go upstairs, to the opposite side of the tv where a ladder will be. climb it and make the jump using your speed bonus. if you get the Gym Powerup event the delivery guy brings a ladder which you can place to make the jump much easier but its not necessary really

put the rat on the table and make beans have an allergic reaction and run.

hooray. you did it! you got the perfect rating!

..see why you shouldnt do this solo now?

#break in 2 #roblox #i wasted so much time on this #someone pls use this #donr let it go to waste :'(#reea ramble

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haveihitanerve · 24 days

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Whats the Password?

“Okay B! We got the codes!” “good work… BatFam.” Bruce said into the comms. The entire brigade of batkids cheered from their respective places around Gotham. “He used it!” Steph cheered. There was a soft laugh and the others grinned, identifying it immediately as Cass’s. “B, the BatComputers on right?” Dick asked, swinging from one building to the next. “Yeah it should be.” Bruce answered, starting the Batmobile. “Oh, wait no. Actually its not. I turned it off because Al threatened to deep fry me the next time he was able to cook an omelet on it.” “the next time?” Jason asked. Bruce grimaced and tim crowed with laughter. “Oh yeah. I remember that. Never seen B so scared as the day we rolled into the Batcave to find al casually flipping an omelet. He served it to us right there. B looked so damn scared. And then i went upstairs and put in my noise canceling earplugs and went to bed.” The Batkids laughed. “No fucking way.” Jason gasped, holding his sides with laughter. Bruce sent his second oldest a look. “Anywho, whats the password then B? I assume you'll take a while.” Bruce nodded, even though they couldn't see. “Oh yeah. The password is- ~~~~~~~*static*~~~~~~~” “What did he say?” Tim asked, tapping his comm. “I dunno.” Dick answered, frowning. “Dad?” But bruces comm had cut out completely. “He said its his favorite kids name.” damian answered. “Gods how guys even survived this long without being able to hear this sort of stuff is beyond me.” he muttered. “No he didn't!” Steph said. “Theres no way!” “yes way!” Jason called. “First one to the cave gets to put in their name!” Duke called and they heard his engine rev. “Hold the fuck up!” Tim bellowed and each kid raced to the Batcave.

Tim, ultimately, got there first. “Haha! Suckers!” he stuck his tongue out at them and quickly typed in his name. Tim Drake-Wayne. ERROR. Dick grinned, shoving his brother out of the way. “Move aside. Favorite kid coming through.” He quickly typed his name in, but the keypad showed the same result. ERROR. Dick growled and handed the keypad to damian who grinned smugly, then immediately snarled when his name also didn't match. He handed it to cass who handed it to steph who handed it to Duke but none of them worked. Jason laughed. “Amatures.” He said. “Oh really?” dick scoffed. “Like it'd be your name!” Damian shot. Jason chuckled, reaching out a hand. “Try me.” Duke frowned, but handed it over. WELCOME, BATMAN The computer said, unlocking.

When Bruce rolled into the Batcave later he had expected to find his children training, maybe cleaning up and even dining, even though he knew they would wait for him to come before eating a meal. What he did not, however, expect to find, was Dick sobbing in the corner, Duke screaming Bloody Mary at the top of his lungs, tim and damian breaking everything in sight and attempting to break each other, while Stephanie and Cass glared at Jason, who was sitting on top of the massive Bat Computer screen, grinning ear to ear. When they heard the Batmobile each of his children stopped, and slowly, like in a horror movie, they turned to look at him. “Ah.” Dick said, standing. “If it isn't the traitor.” Bruce looked between them in confusion. “Im sorry what?” he looked to Cass for help, but she turned away, nose in the air. “Tim?” But tim just glowered. “How Father?” damian seethed. “How can you allow him!” he pointed at jason, who just waved. “Him!!! The honor?” Bruce was now thoroughly confused. “Jason!” he called. “Get down here. Whats going on? Did the codes not work?” “oh they worked.” Dick sniffed, handing over the keypad. “I put them in.” Bruce nodded. “Good. Good. Now what is this all about?” He asked. Dick let out a huff, then answered. “You told us your password was your favorite child's name. So we ran back here and each of us put in our names. But it didn't work!” he glared at Bruce. “Until Jason tried it. Really? Hes your favorite? You two fight daily! Not to mention you let him die!” “woah!” bruce held up his hands. “First of all, no. Secondly, who said it was my favorite child?” Dick blinked. “You did.” Bruce shook his head. “What? No!!! I said it was my favorite ice cream. How did you get favorite child's name from that?!?!?” They all turned accusatory looks on damian. He melted slightly. “Also!” Bruce whirled on his second oldest who was now leaned against a pillar, perfectly at ease. “Jay! You were next to me when I said that! Why didn't you correct them?” Jason’s answering smile was slow. “I liked to watch them panic.”

#batfam #batkids #smh jason #i had to write it

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himbos-hotline · 7 months

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“Kisses that have them hiding their face in your shoulder” from the kissing prompts for HangKenny :333❤️❤️❤️

Everything stays [But it still changes]

Wordcount: 4039 words Ship: Hangkenny, Golden lovers Characters: Kenny Omega, Kota Ibushi, Don Callis, "Hangman" Adam Page, Matt and Nick Jackson Triggers: non-con drug use, child abuse, blood, drinking, hair pulling Authors Note: I just thought Id write something from Kennny perspective growing up under Callis' abuse and how he doesnt really get what love is. Theres a running theme of Kenny loosing hair and theres talk of Callis drugging Kenny with injections- a refrence from Kenny's promo from all in. This came out a lot more upsetting and angsty that I meant it to be… Read on ao3

There's always been some sort of fire brewing just below Kenny’s skin. A strength and a fire that's kept his feet warm as he skates through the ice, balanced on skates. He grits his teeth when his hands hit against the floor and when he tastes blood in his mouth, he just swallows and presses his knees hard enough into the ice that he feels the chill through his knee pads. Afterwards, he waits for his uncle, shifting the weight of his shoulder bag over to his other shoulder, and feels the bottoms of his hockey stick pressing against his heels through the thin fabric of his bag. Don rolls the car up a few moments later and Kenny can tell by the way his lips sit, thin, that he somehow did something wrong. The car door handle cracks open and Kenny throws his bag into the seat next to him, leaning against it as he puts on his seatbelt and stares at Don from behind a mess of still-damp blond curls. Don simply says nothing and Kenny lets his head rest against the chilled window, blue eyes following scenery outside his window, he imagines jumping off the roofs of the buildings, rolling through bushes.

He bumps his head against the window when Don stops the car at a red light. He stares at Kenny, glaring at him through the rearview mirror and over the purr of the engine he goes. “Kenneth.” His fingers grip against the steering wheel when Kenny makes a small sound, rubbing grazed palms against his forehead. "Do you know how disappointed in you I am?"

Something in Kenny's eyes dims while something in Dons brightens. "Why? I won.." Kenny picks nervously at the holes in his jeans, looking up at Don when he clicks his tongue, shaking his head like Kenny has missed something. He tilts his head against the window again, eyes staring down at his feet as the car starts again and he swallows.

Kenny is silent for the rest of the trip home.

When they get home, Kenny hauls his bag upstairs and drops it beside his bed. He curls up at his desk and does his homework, old videos of wrestling playing in the background while he scribbles away in his notebook, trying to figure out algebra. There's cheers from the TV, loud enough that it cuts through the buzz of electricity and Kenny sees his face reflected in the glitching tape. "One day." He whispers, pressing his fingers against the glass.

It stings a little and Kenny soaks into the pain; letting it wrap around his bruised arms and scabbed palms as the wrestling pulls him in. The crowd cheer his name as Kenny bounces on his toes in the middle of the ring, he twists his body through the air and the crowd explode, chanting his name. Quietly at first like he's simply a whisper backstage, a ghost that flits through the spotlights until they get louder and louder, screaming. Their voices, echoing with the buzzing of the TV, burn Kenny's ears as he stands across the ring from a faceless opponent.

He swallows and steps forwards, ducking a clothesline. He sweeps the legs and soon Kenny is the one on top. He basks in the glow of the sun, feeling the warmth on his shoulders. Until there's a pain in the back of his head and he's yanked backwards. His small frame doesn't hit the canvas; just the rough, worn down carpet of his bedroom with Don standing over him, anger warming his cheeks and freezing the look in his eyes. "I thought you were doing your homework, but instead you're daydreaming. Do you want to be a failure Kenny? Do you want to ruin all the hard work I've put into you?"

There stands of Kenny's hair between his uncle's fingers, dancing in the summer breeze that twists through his open window. It's warm against Kenny's cheeks like a mothers hand, wiping away his tears. "No uncle Don...sorry."

"You should be." his uncle grumbles down at him before something softens in his eyes, his frown deepens and his knees crack a little when he bends down, picking Kenny up. His arms are heavy around the boy's trembling frame and he sighs, kissing Kenny's forehead, tucking his head under his chin. "You are gonna do good things Kenny, but you can't keep up with these foolish daydreams."

The Tv clicks off overhead Kenny and he listens to Don's heartbeat, a part of his mind wondering if it's even possible that Don has a heart. His head hurts and Kenny can taste blood just under his tongue. "I know...I'm sorry." He whispers again, twisting his lips together, biting into his tongue hard enough that the tears stop. Don pulls away and pats Kenny on the head.

"I have something for you Kenneth." Don uncurls his fist and Kenny stares at the needle and vial, trying to make sense of the letters on the side. They're so small that Kenny can barely make them out. "It's going to make you strong. Like vitamins."

"Oh." Kenny twists the vial between his fingers, squinting at it under the glow of his flickering bedroom light. "Why can't I just eat it? Like normal vitamins."

"They are special vitamins, they're going to make you strong. Just take them. Come here.” Don sounds tired and Keny shifts off his knees and stands, unsteady on the balls of his feet as his uncle rolls his shirt up. Kenny holds it between his teeth, biting into the fabric.

He cries the first time the needle stabs through the fat of his stomach. Late at night it starts to ache, the ever so familiar burn of a bruise pushing through his skin nibbles at the side of Kenny's brain and he stares at the old TV in the corner of the room and sighs, pulling the blanket over forehead. It is barely light out before he closes his eyes and sleep slowly creeps over his small body. In the morning, Don makes him swallow pills over breakfast and Kenny rolls the taste around his mouth all morning.

Kenny doesn't remember if he graduates or not, school becomes a blur. Eight hours away from Uncle Don and the sting of a needle, he climbs the ranks in hockey, picking up head injuries and scars on his knees as he grows. He finds and loses friends, finds a love for anime and doodling wide-eyed cartoons in the back of his science textbook. He meets a boy during English, with bright brown eyes hidden behind the twirl of short blond hair and Kenny lets him haunt the corner of his heart when he holds a girl's hand at prom. He gets thrown out of hockey after being caught behind the bleachers, lips kiss swollen and smelling of the Midfielders cologne.

He finds and loses himself in labels and questions. He finds and loses the desires of love. He sits on his bedroom floor, staring up at the TV above him, listening to the sound of the thundering rain and pushes everything away for a few hours. Wrestling takes over his mind during the nights where he isn't sure who he is. He keeps a tab open on his browser as he looks up terms after terms, staring at the words until they blur in front of his eyes and the screen turns black, the screensaver bouncing from corner to corner.

Don doesn't like when he comes out. So Kenny goes home. He settles back into his childhood home, running his hands across the height dents in the wood outside. He stops taking the vitamins that Don started, replaces them with enough coffee and energy drinks that Kenny watches more sunrises than sunsets.

It's one late night when Kenny's watching wrestling instead of working on his college entrance exam. He stares wide-eyed and flooded with admiration. He shuts off his college exam, resting his chin on his hands. Nothing in the world matters anymore. He mumbles along with the Japanese under his breath, feeling the words press against his lips. Joy wraps around his brain and he nods.

"Japan?" Don says, hands thrown up in the air. Kenny doesn't flinch this time, he simply folds his arms around his middle and nods. "Why?"

"I want to wrestle." Kenny states, fingers creating small crescent moons in the fat of his arm. "I'm gonna wrestle Kota Ibushi."

"When will you stop with these foolish fantasies Kenneth? You think Japan wants you? Do you think anyone wants you?" Don slams his hands down on the table when Kenny stares at him through the fluttering of his eyelashes. "Fine, do whatever you want. Just don't expect me to take you back when you're groveling. Nobody cares about you Kenny."

“Why don’t you go to hell Don? It won't be me who is suddenly begging for attention again. It's going to be you! I’m gonna wrestle and I’m going to Kota Ibushi and…” Kenny pauses, the breath warm and thick in his throat. What is he going to do afterwards? He swallows, eyes glued to the kitchen floor. There's still the smell of coffee in the air and Kenny breathes in a little heavier, trying to lose himself in the smell but it doesn't work; Don is still standing there, looming over him from the other side of the table and Kenny feels small again, shoulders hunched over and curls shifting to hide the nerves growing in his eyes. “I’ll show you. I am someone.”

“I am someone.” Kenny repeats, staring up at the ceiling of a poky Japanese apartment three months later. It's raining and Kenny listens to it hammering against his window, counting the thunder between the beats of his heart. His muscles hurt, his stomach burns and there's a bruise that's just barely poking out from under the hem of his boxers. He didn't win against Kota but something inside Kenny is still proud of himself, he found something in Kota that night under the warm sleepiness of the Japanese nights and he rolls over, arm hanging over the end of the bed as runs his fingers across the faded pokemon stickers on his tape recorder. The tape hums and Kenny closes his eyes. Sleep barely brushes the corner of his mind before there's a knock against his door, a tune that Kenny feels like he should know. For a few seconds, he lays eyes open staring at a cobweb, wondering just if he stays still enough the person on the other end of the door would go away.

Unfortunately, Kenny isn’t being hunted by a T-rex so the person knocks again, a little more impatiently again and Kenny huffs, letting his body drop to the floor, he rolls a little onto his feet and carefully unlocks his door. “Kota?” He stares up at the other man, swallowing the smile in his voice as Kota nods his head politely, pushing wet hair off his face. Kenny simply nods back, a little too hard because he feels dizzy when Kota shakes rain drops off his face and slips his shoes off, brown eyes darting for somewhere to put them. “You uh…You can put them…”

Kenny tries his best to ramble away in the small amount of Japanese he knows and for the most part, Kota seems to understand, laughing when Kenny almost trips over his controller wire. “You look cold…”

“Yes…The uh…” Kota points at the raindrops now sliding slowly down Kenny’s window, nose wrinkling as he tries to place the word in English. “Ame”

“Rain! Yes!” There's butterflies of pride in Kenny’s stomach when Kota smiles at him proudly. His cheeks are warm and when turns, he catches the blush across his face in the cracked mirror Kenny keeps propped up to hide the peeling wallpaper at the bottom of the poky living room. “I think…I think my clothes may fit you…” Kota blinks at him for a few seconds, shivering against the garish pattern of Kenny’s hand-me-down couch, Kenny glances down at himself, pointing at his boxers. Kota’s eyes widen and his mouth forms a small line, almost like he’s considering an option that Kenny has not even considered until Kota stands again, pressing his wet forehead against Kenny’s.

Kenny’s face brightens enough that he’s pretty sure that it’s drying Kota off with the heat that's radiating off his face. He breathes a little deeper, searching for the warmth of the taller man's eyes. “Yes,” He whispers, voice gentle enough that Kota has to tilt his head for it to hit his ears. The two of them chuckle, a little nervous, a little breathless before something deep in Kenny’s brain snaps and he leans forwards to press his lips timidly against the plushness of Kota’s bottom one.

The kiss feels like Kenny is glowing; the heat of holding the golden star between his fingers. His hands run carefully, shaking against Kota’s hip and he winces a little and Kenny’s the first to pull back, blue eyes wide and faint eyebrows pinched in concern. “hurt?…uh- Kizutsuku?”

Kota’s eyebrows press together as his head shakes, raindrops trailing down the curve of his jaw. “No.” He leans in for more of a kiss, one that has his tongue sliding across the dented skin of Kenny’s lips and into the small part of his mouth. Kenny gasps, the whimper that slides against Kota’s lips would make a pornstar feel apologetic and Kota pulls away to chuckle. “Mazushī”

Kenny doesn’t know what that means. So he simply rubs the blush off his chest and points haphazardly towards his bedroom. Kota seems to not understand so Kenny sighs, a smile bordered on lovestruck as he takes Kota’s hand and tugs him into the room, stubbornly pointing at the clothes scattered in the corner closest to Kenny’s bed.

“Ah!” Kota nods his head like he's figured something out, arms outstretched as he shrugs off the wet shirt. Kenny finds it a little comical that Kota folds it and sets it beside the closet. Kenny’s saw Kota naked before; between wrestling matches and showers but as Kota slides his legs out of his pants, Kenny feels his breathing deepen, almost like he's seeing something that he shouldn’t be looking at, hes gazing at something magical like the cherry blossom bursting open, releasing their sweet scent off into the air or the the roar of a fire, brushing against his skin. “Lovers.”

“Excuse me?” Kenny asks, a little too loud. His neighbor bangs against the wall, yelling something that makes Kota shake his head, clicking his tongue in disappointment before he reaches over, squirming into a clear pair of Kenny’s boxers. “Lover?” He points between the two of them and Kota nods, raising his fists. “Oh in wrestling?” Kenny makes it sound like he understands, looking out his bedroom window confused when Kota pulls the shirt over his head.

Kenny doesn’t understand anything else for the rest of the night. Kota stays over because Kenny worries about the storm that still threatens to roll over the city and Kota agrees, smiling when Kenny bounces on his toes giddily. They sit on the floor of Kenny’ living room, trying their best to fit conversations together with the help of google translate and crudely drawn pictures in biro on kenny’s thighs. Kota accidentally gets his hand stuck in Kenny’s hair, when he goes to draw a line down his face.

They spend the night kissing, leaving Kenny breathless, his face tucked securely into the crook of Kota’s neck.

There’s strands of hair sitting between Kota’s crossed legs

Kenny learns to love the burn of the golden star, and feels calluses grow over his soft skin. The glow of the golden sun melts the wax of Kenny’s wings against his skin and Kota runs his fingers across the scars, picking the wax off the points of Kenny’s shoulders, smoothing the pain over as he fashions his golden lover a different set of wings. They settle arguments with kisses and sex, foreheads pressed together and lips kiss swollen and sweet. Kenny feels like he’s part of a terrible romance novel. And then, in the blink of an eye and the crack of the ground beneath his feet, Kenny falls from grace sobbing and screaming.

Something inside Kenny turns bitter and evil, his heart grows thorny and angry; he pushes any thoughts about Kota out of his mind with the smell of leather jackets and the sting of English against his tongue. Kenny hides his hurt in black leather hair dye and the stroke of a broom. He makes friends, but he scares them away. Kota becomes a pyer; a burning man for Kenny to stand over, watching the flames reflect in the rose coloured glasses of first love, he grips his hands so tightly into fists that his knuckles go white, but they never lose the itch to touch and kiss and hold Kota’s scarred frame.

Soon it's more than just emotions that separates Kenny from Kota. He watches Hangman from the corner of the locker room, blue eyes squinting under his aviators. “Adam huh?” He whispers to Matt, pretending to ignore the familiar look in the man's brown eyes when he nods and leans his arms against his knees. "You think he’d be a good fit for the bullet club?”

“Kenny I kn-”

“We.-” Nick interrupts from the floor, raising his head from his leg, Kenny rolls his eyes and pushes Nick over with his foot. Chuckling when the blond goes slipping over the floor under his brother's feet.

“Fine. We. We know he’s not exactly…” “Prime material..But just look at him!” Nick raises his arm, pointing at his spot from the floor. Kenny raises his eyes slowly to stare at Adam, repressing the urge to press his face into his hands when Adam knocks over a bottle of water; there's silent panic that crosses his face and Kenny chuckles a little when he throws the shirt in his hands over the spillage. Adam looks at the shirt on the floor before glancing at his hands before back over at his bag. Like he’s trying to finish a complicated question that he challenged himself too. “So he’s a little stupid.”

“He’s cute.” Kenny says eventually, his voice edging upwards in a way that makes the Bucks look at one another, excitement glowing in their eyes. “Go ask him then, or has the cat got ya tongue huh?”

“Yeah Matt, go ask Adam!” Nick shoves his brother off the bench and into standing and Matt wobbles unsteadily on his hands, spinning around to kick his brother in the leg.

“Why me?”

“Because you’re the big brother dumbass.”

Matt huffs, and Kenny is almost quietly thankful that he never had a baby brother to deal with. He’s a little happy that it was only him pressed under the thumb of Don Callis. A small part of him is almost thankful for Don, all the pressure and the anger pushed Ken into where he is now. An even smaller part of him misses the hands that he doesn’t flinch away from. Matt flips his hair and it catches Kenny’s attention, glancing over the rim of his sunglasses when Matt flutters his eyelashes and he simply nods when Adam’s eyes follow over the tanned arm of Matt and over towards the Bullet club leader.

Kenny’s see that look before; the downwards twisted smile of surprise and the redness of a crush growing over the corner of his cheeks. Adam follows behind Matt obediently and Kenny simply smirks.

He likes this one.

Adam settles into the Bullet Club slowly, like a river wearing down the banks. Kenny stands behind him all the time, tugging the strings as Adam chokes another man out. He dubs him the Hangman and seals his new name with a kiss. One that leaves Adam with a red face and puckered lips, leaning forwards to let Kenny dart his tongue into the waiting pinkness of his mouth. Kenny pushes his hands through the blond curls of Adam’s hair and pushes his face forwards, tucking it into the crook of his neck. Adam leans against his shoulder breathing slowly, hands trembling as they undo Kennys’ belt buckle.

Adam sheds the suit and tie for patterned shirts and jeans with faded patches on his knees. Kenny trades new Japan for the familiarity of American soil and he clambers the ranks in AEW, fingers itching to find gold again, Hangman following him behind, the idiot thinking that Kenny’s golden touches are anything more than modeled fools gold. They win the tag titles with the burning of sea salt in their lungs and Adam rides away on the crowd while Kenny stares at him, watching him lose himself in the taste of whiskey.

The rocking of the boat barely compares to the unsteadiness of Adam’s feet when he wanders into the hotel just before sun-rise, giggling at a joke that Kenny is sure he hasn’t even heard. He keeps his eyes closed, listens to the thud of Adam’s boots hitting the floor, the ever so common huff as he fights off his jeans and then the sound of the bed creaking as Adam slumps beside Kenny, pressing whiskey drunk kisses against Kenny’s skin. “Y’smell like the sea.” Adam whispers, alcohol painting his words. It burns Kenny’s skin in a way he hasn't felt in a while, like someone pressing small needles through his skin. He feels the needle-prick bruises brush against his skin as Adams tongue licks at the beats of sweat that building against the dent in his collarbones.

“I went swimming after the show…It was fun, I wish you were there…” Kenny says instead, letting Adam shift their hips together. He feels the weight pushing his hips into the mattress and Kenny can't help the way that he wraps his arms around Adam’s bare chest, squeezing at his pecs, thumbs rolling over his nipples. “Where did you go?”

“Bar…” Adam answers through a pant and Kenny feels like he’s making Adam glow.

Adam glows, bright and golden and Kenny knows who he’s pretending Adam is as he presses a kiss against Adam's neck. Leaving his head tucked against the racing pulse against Adam’s neck.

They kiss tiredly and sloppily, Kenny lining their dicks up so Adam can grind until he’s spilling against Kenny’s bare legs.

They both know who Kenny pretends Adam is while he kisses his neck. Tucking his head snugly under Adam’s chin as he paints him in gold, setting Adam on fire.

Kenny sets Adam on fire with a love that's meant for someone else. He snaps at Adam and pulls his friends back against his heart, refusing to let Adam look them in the eyes while changing. He makes Adam the lost outcast; replacing the warmth of Adam’s body with title after title. Each one sealing a gap in Kenny’s heart with a bandaid that frays around the edges. Adam finds himself in a dark place with dark friends, who hold him with a gentleness that lights a fire under Kenny’s chest. Don comes back to him and Kenny settles into what he remembers; Don voice being the driving force that pushes Kenny though injuries, makes Kenny climb to the top rope and not look back when he leaps backwards. Adam catches him foolishlessly, breathes out his name as softly as the ending of a love song and Kenny chuckles, pushing his face deeper into the ring mat, watching him grit his teeth.

His hands map the shape of someone else's body. He quells the itch to touch his golden lover by plunging his fingers deeper down the wound on Adam’s head, soaking his fingers in his blood. It's so red that Kenny almost thinks that he’s holding Adam's heart again. He follows the drops as they run down his fingers, staining the cuff of his shirt, he licks at the taste of metal and salt off his fingers as he signs the contract in Adam’s blood.

There’s strands of Adam’s hair under his nails.

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#kenny omega #hangman page #hangkenny #hangmega #golden lovers #mouse writes

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sadsycamoretree · 2 years

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HEY HEY HEY !!! ALL PEOPLE WRITING SIBLINGS HERE ARE THINGS ME AND SIBLINGS DO TO ADD THAT FUN SIBLING BOND

1. the room thing where you open the door, stare at your sibling for like a minute, they ask what the fuck are you doing ? and then leave. but leaving the door open to inconvenience them

2. dumb lies to each other, my older sister and i will gang up on our younger sister and try to convince her of random stuff that happened.

3. lie together! we all band together to lie to our parents <33 about dumb stuff or serious stuff

4. steal clothes

5. threaten each other with the nearest object. better if object is a food

6. be honest. like mean honest. like stuff you’d never say to your friends… stuff that would ruin friendships. the meanest shit tbh and then after you say it: laugh

7. hate on their friends. cuz sometimes they have awful friends and i need them to know that i don’t like their friend

8. fight over food related things. ex. theres only enough milk for one glass, theres only one strawberry left, there arent any marshmallows in the lucky charms… stuff like that

9. when they annoy you steal a random item for like two weeks and then put it back where you stole it from just to fuck with them but never tell them you stole it so they just think they’re stupid

10. fight over what food to buy when planning groceries

11. getting ready for bed and fighting for who gets to use the sink first/shower first

12. getting home from a long drive and racing to the bathroom and yelling when they get there first and then having to run to the other bathroom which is like on the opposite side of the house and upstairs

13. discussing something peacefully in your room with them then randomly getting annoyed and saying, “okay you have to leave now im tired” and them getting really offended.

14. inside jokes!

15. looking at each other when someone says something stupid

16. mishearing each other. my siblings and i tend to have conversations likes through different rooms so we usually mishear and have to repeat stuff, which also leads to argue and frustration bcuz none us like to repeat ourselves

17. my younger sister hates going downstairs by herself so she constantly comes into my room and like stands there in the dark while im half asleep like : will you come get food with me ? and if i don’t go with her she leaves my door open so i have to get up anyways

18. making a mean joke and them not having the same energy back and then you know you hurt their feelings so you have to be like, do you wanna get food? i’ll pay, and them be really nice on the car ride until they’re joking again

19. when our parents are being unfair to one us and the others stand up for us… alternatively tho the betrayal of when my parents argue with me and my sisters side with them

20. arguing about whos the favorite child. me saying, “its probably not me” and them immediately agreeing

21. second hand therapy from our older sister who goes to therapy and shes like yeah so my therapist and i talked about this and i also felt like you guys would benefit bc its about mom and dad and then revealing some random trauma we all forgot about and being like yeah that was fucked up !

#writing #writing prompts #prompts #writing siblings #siblings #writing stuff #writers #authors #sibling dynamics #long post #i think long post?#idk

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kylejsugarman · 5 months

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do au squared jesse's feelings of inadequacy or self hatred mean he ever neglects baby, physically or emotionally?

yeah :( i know im number one conflict avoider but giving a 24 year old drug addict who experiences The horrors a literal infant to take care of is not going to go perfectly. he makes a lot of mistakes early on due to ignorance and sometimes due to being high or just not paying the right attention, but thats part of the learning curve and theyre more like direct concrete mistakes that he can be like "oh shit" and try to fix. as the show goes on and things just continually Get So Much Worse though, jesse understandably feels Tormented and like hes the source of the evil thats slowly poisoning his life and that really exacerbates his ongoing inner conflict of "wanting to be the sole provider for baby and not trusting anyone else to take care of her, but also feeling disgustingly inadequate and like his poison is eventually going to destroy baby too". when hes in his really low pizza sonic crackhouse place, he struggles the most with this conflict and does emotionally neglect baby because he Thinks this is the correct course of action. he's a murderer and the bad guy and baby shouldn't even be close to him. he leaves her with demi whenever he possibly can and is distant and sad when she's around, feeling even worse every time he looks at her. obviously, baby doesnt understand wtf his damage is and gets upset as they spend more time apart both physically and emotionally, which just reinforces his notion that he's bad for her.

jesse's on the verge of straight up handing over baby to demi despite the absolute agony that would cause him when a night comes that throws everything back into perspective for him. it's shortly after the "gus decides to invest in jesse and keep him from killing himself" arc begins where the Party is beginning to wind down, but theres still some people around and hes still using intermittently. hes coming down from a high downstairs when he hears baby crying upstairs in her room, which he always keeps closed and locked with one of those child proof (and meth head proof) locks so no "guests" can never enter her room. her crying doesnt just trigger that parent, "let me go see what they need" reflex: it Hurts him. terrified that someone got in and is hurting her, he hurries up the stairs and fumbles with the lock for a long moment before finally managing to let himself in. there's no one else there, thank god, just baby wailing in her crib. he picks her up, automatically checking to see if she's wet (nope), then notices that she feels a little warm. he knows by now that babies get sick all the time—"u look away for five minutes and they'll start running a fever," mike will say to him later on during a drop—but that realization still feels awful. jesse's about to have the "i did this and baby needs to be away from me" thought and call demi when baby makes her grabby hands. desperate for a hold. desperate for Him. he obliges, holding her close and feeling her little body wiggle around to eliminate any possible space between them. she wants him. in spite of Everything, she wants him specifically. he ends up sitting there in her room for a long while, just cuddling her as she cries and eventually calms down and nuzzles his neck even though his scruff is probably all scratchy. there's stuff to do (the baby thermometer is downstairs and he should still have some infant tylenol around), but he just sits and cuddles her first. baby still loves him. he hasn't poisoned her and the distance has just been hurting the both of them instead of protecting her. he loves his baby so, so much and he promises her in his head that he's going to be better for both of them. they both deserve it.

#laferrassie #ask #syd squeaks #u are literally doing some cocomelon shit to me. im so sorry this got so long.#au squared #jesse pinkman #baby ayuluk

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kalopses-sonderes · 2 years

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hello! im a new anon and was wondering what about a gender-neutral child reader with the cookies of darkness ( it would be self away )

kinda like all their friends only like the good cookies but they like the evil ones and they end up in a game ( the evil cookies had heard what the reader said ) and then all of sudden they raid the kingdom with the baker who's on the side of the evil cookies? ( the reader is still a child so their kind of learning how to be evil or something? )

also, bonus points if like we get little sectors of the evil cookies teaching Y/n things about their skill ;-; also more bonus points if the reader has a dog that also gets teleported into the game

Thanks if you make this :3

Key:

F1= friend 1

F2=friend 2

F3=Friend 3

…

“Wait wait, can you explain one more time what happened before you got here?” You, your dog, and eclair was in the museum, he wanted to write down how you ascended to your kingdom so the story could be passed down to more generations.

“Alright, one more time.” you say while petting your now cake dog.

…

I was in a group chat with my friends while playing Cookie run: kingdom.

Cookie run addict gc

F1: Whats y’all favorite cookie, mines definitely Herb!

F2: Mines Pure Vanilla!

F3: Hollyberry for the win!

F2: (name) what about you?

(name): Hm, I think Dark choco or red velvet

F1: Huh?

F3: ew

F2: why a cookie of darkness? why not a good cookie like Almond or espresso?

(name): They just dont catch my attention like they do🤷🏽‍♀️

F2: well…. Whats your guys best cookie?

After an hour or so, I got off the game to take a break. I decided to go play with my dog, we went outside to play fetch. After some time i wasnt feeling well and decided to go back inside for a nap. You layed on the couch with your dog and fell asleep, then woke up in a whole new world.

…

“Thats what happened before I got here.” you swing your legs back and forth im the chair.

“Interesting, very interesting. Hm seems your hangout with Cotton and sorbet is fast approaching, i’ll help you get there!”

Eclair lead you and your dog to your hangout then left.

Everything was going to plan, you had lots of fun well as much as you could. You wanted to know how the cookies of darkness were doing.

…

“Baker has officially made home in [kingdom name] kingdom.” pomegranate said.

“Wow really! its not like everyone already knew that!” Red velvet sarcastically said.

“Alright, settle down kids, we need to form a plan to get baker.” Dark enchantress said. “ Baker is staying in the Palace, its always guarded inside and out, all hours of the day. Luckily I was able to make, lets say, a deal with affogato to let us in. We wont have much time, some will go after guards others will go in the Palace. We leave tonight, go get ready and meet in an hour.

…

The cookies of darkness and just outside of the kingdom gates. The look for the roads to be clear, then swiftly enter. They make there way to the Palace. They stay just out of sight of the guards.

“Alright, dark enchantress said dark choco, red velvet, and poison mushroom stay and distract the guards. Afogato is waiting for me and licorice on the side door.” Pomegranate explained.

Everyone hummed and got moving.

…

Pomegranate and licorice made it inside.

“Today, theres a small guards get together near the kitchen. I was able to keep bakers door unlocked. So, the upstairs should be clear, but dont make to much noise. All the ancients stayed in their bedroom, so dont get caught. Your escape route will come to you. Now go.” Affogato whispered.

Licorice and pomegranate went up the stairs, it was easy to find your room. The door is the biggest and decortated with your favorite things. They opened the door, and saw you and your dog asleep.

“Alright I’ll get baker-” Pomegranate started.

“What! I should get them!” Licorice began to yell.

Then they heard shuffling in the room next door.

“You complete idiot, one of the ancients heard us! how are we gonna get out of this!”Pomegranate whisper yelled.

“Through the secret door in my closet.” You startled them, they thought you were asleep. “The door is an escape route for emergencies, come on.” You walked to the closet and pulled all the clothes that are in the way to the floor, then opened the back of the closet open and walked in with your dog. The cookies followed close behind while being confused why your helping them.

You all ended up out the palace, there are no guard around.

“Alrighty, lets go to the tower of chaos!” You giggled.

…

You all made it to the tower of chaos, waiting for dark enchantress to show up from what ever she was doing.

“Ah, great, your have them.” Dark enchantress walked in.

Then, you ran and jumped into her arms.

“You’re home now dear.”She holds you tight.

“Ummm whats going on?” licorice asked with a look of pure shock and confusion.

“Oh, I havent told you, have I? Well, baker, affogato, and I have been planning to take them from that kingdom for a while. Baker would rather be here with us.”

#dark choco x reader #dark choco cookie run #cookies of darkness #dark choco #dark enchantress cookie #crk affogato cookie #affogato cookie #pomegrante cookie #licorice crk #licorice cookie #licorice x reader #cookie run #crk #cookie run kingdom #crk x reader #cookie run ovenbreak #self aware crk #sonder event

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leighsartworks216 · 6 months

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finally i thought i was alone with disliking pregnancy/child fics 😭

coming from one of my favorite authors, it feels very validating for some reason WHDJSB

Lol you're not alone!! I think the only pregnancy/child fic I have read and enjoyed is "Hell Hath No Fury" by @starryeyedstories (it's a Witcher fic; Jaskier x reader) and I think it's because he mostly glosses over the kids and pregnancy. Like, yeah, theres two little kids but they're almost immediately brought up upstairs and out of the picture. And the pregnancy is mentioned like two, three times maybe, so it's also mostly glossed over. It's just not the main focus of the story, but it's the only fic with a pregnant reader or with children that I like and it's one of my fav fics ever so

#not to go on about it lol #im probably gonna read it rn real quick actually #but yeah no youre not alone #pregnancy/children fics i feel are viewed favorably by most readers #like they do not seem to be enjoyed by a loud minority alone kinda thing #but a bunch have people have chimed in since i brought it up saying #they also dont like it #so youre definitely not alone lol #anon #anonymous

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sllhouettedreams · 8 months

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A LOT of people can relate to crowley because his doubt in God manifested as rebellion and apostasy. Ive not talked to a high number of good omens fans but i can't imagine a lot of devout christians are a hardcore fans of it (or neil gaiman in general lbr). Crowley is immediately relatable bc his religious trauma is made of the same stuff as most fans.

But aziraphale shows the other side to Doubt and that's just incessant faith. He believes in God's Plan even when he doubts it. Even when it hurts innocent people because he believes that god will do good.

As for the heaven and archangel side of things like..I think a lot of people blame aziraphale for the end of s2 without realizing that... both crowley and aziraphales relationship with heaven mirrors that of an abusive parent/family.

I mean we all saw gabriel tell (who he thought was) aziraphale to shut up and die. This was ONE instance we were able to see of Aziraphale being given punishment. He mentions in Paris about heaven admonishing him for 'frivolous miracles' when crowley asks him why he didnt just leave the prison himself. Like. there are so many jokes about 'paperwork' for being discorporated and well. Theres something to be said for aziraphale being more willing to deal with the aftermath of being beheaded and needing a new body than to unlock his cuffs and save himself and risk upstairs citing him again.

Then there was the whole gabriel bringing sandalphon to the bookshop and using interrogation tactics on him (blocking the exit, putting sandalphon at his back, etc). The angels are so quietly malicious- "there are no back channels, michael"- right before michael phones a demon in hell. Like!! They might be inept when it comes to humanity but they hide their cruelty so well.

Like. I dont really have the words to make this all convincing and proper or whatever and im sure someones said it before and better with more examples but like

If you think of both of them as a victim of abuse, it puts it all into perspective doesnt it? The effects of abuse are so different for everyone especially when its abuse from family. Aziraphale has only ever wanted to appease heaven and do good by them that when given the chance to do the most good he jumped right on it. Heaven has sunk its claws deep into aziraphale to use as a tool. And aziraphale doesnt even realize! Bc if he werent "doing good" then he'd have been cast out like crowley had been, right?!

And Crowley was completely cut off from heaven for asking a few questions! He remembers what heaven was like and thinks there are a number of similarities between the two. Hes been utterly convinced of his wickedness. He will not ever return not even with the promise of forgiveness. He HAS seen that heaven is "toxic" because of the absurd reason he was cast out in the first place. He was a starmaker who asked questions!! And god was what. Annoyed at being challenged?

Crowley got out because he was cast out, aziraphale hasnt been granted that luxury and wont take those steps bc who knows if the punishment will be a simple Fall or annihilation or outer darkness there doesnt seem to be any set standard. And also aziraphale still loves god and doing good and to fall would mean to be cut off from all of that to have to go to hell and do the exact opposite. If he can just change things, if he could get the other archangels to see,

Well he hasnt quite discovered that heaven works exactly how its intended to and would need to be torn down before it can be rebuilt into something like aziraphale wishes it to be

Idk i get why its easy to blame aziraphale but. Idk ive been where hes at. Like. Not specifically and angel trying to rewrite heaven but. As a child of religious parents who were also terribly abusive people. I think its unfair that people are saying he should grovel and is wrong and whatever. I dont think crowley would even want that....

Idk im just thinking v hard about good omens its taking over my life. This is probably incomprehensible im just. SAD bc i love both aziraphale and crowley and for aziraphale to be given so much shit when it isnt entirely on him just makes me emotional ok 😔

#ive got a lot to be said for the reason why aziraphale and crowley specifically ended the way they did #but i think thats a whole different post #tldr aziraphale and crowley are foils of each other #in LOTS of different ways not just the obvious #good omens #good omens spoilers #good omens season 2 #good omens season 2 spoilers

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shinyrhinestones · 1 year

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Crash

Pairing: BAU x reader (platonic).

Warnings: Explosion, violence, mention of inappropriate relations with minors, typical Criminal minds stuff.

Genre: A tiny bit angst but it’s really not that bad.

Category: Blurb.

Summary: Things seem to almost go too wrong, when the place you were investigating with your team gets raided.

English isn’t my mother tongue, so there will probably be some mistakes.

You had been sitting in a black car, with Spencer, Emily and a woman hired by the state. You had told the woman to introduce you as: "Child victim interviewers"

Basically there was this ranch, where a cult could be found. They were religious, and had a strong belief to Christianity. Someone had made a phone call about being violated by the leader of the cult, whose name was Benjamin Cyrus.

In the phone call a supposedly 15 year old girl, talks about how this leader climbs into bed with her at night. Theres been other complaints about him having inappropriate relations with these young girls. But at the ranch this girl was totally against the accusations.

"Is it wrong for a wife to share a bed with her husband? I'm proud to carry his children" The young blue eyed blonde girl, named Jessica, questioned. It wasn't actually a question. The interview had been going steady until the men were all of a sudden armed, and mentioned a raid.

She was clearly admiring him, and worshipping this man. No way, she had made the phone call. The mother, however, seemed really worried and wanted this to stop. She made the phone call. She kept going between her daughter and her daughters 'husband'.

But a raid happened and the woman we came with, was shot.

Then the leader had scared everyone at the place, by telling them he just gave them posion after giving them wine. But that was fake news. It was a loyalty test. He had been analyzing peoples reactions, and made his accomplice write them down. Then somehow their leader found out about one of the ‘Child victim interviewers’ being an FBI Agent. He had pointed his gun at Spencer. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about” Spencer gulped and tried to remain calm. In an attempt to save Spencer, you spoke up. “It’s me..I’m the agent.” You hurried your words. Spencers head immediately whipped around, eyes wide and a quick heartbeat. “What?” He let out in surprise and worry. His voice was shaky and careful. Emily had quite the same reaction. Benjamin however was quick to grab a hold of your hair and drag you into a nearby room. You flinched at the sharp pain he caused, as he punched, hit and shoved.

Great, now you have a bruise and blood on your shirt. But the sharp pain was over and that was nice. However, it did hurt when you touched it. You werent able to see it, but outside of the room was a very worried and apolegetic Spencer Reid. Emily flinched along with Spencer whenever they could hear Bejamins actions as you let out a fra cries, trying to Jeep it calm. You didnt want the people on the outside to come in and mess things up.

As you three were inside, there was the rest of your team on the outside listening in on what was happening. You were tied to a bed upstairs, feeling useless as Emily and Spencer were being strategic and very good at their job downstairs. But then the mother of Jessica had hurried upstairs to help you out, assuming that Emily managed to convince her. She rushed in and hurried over to you. “They’re planning to blow the whole thing up! We dont have Mick time” and even though she had raised her voice a little, it was still surprisingly soft.

Now, you hurried down in the cellar where you almost just made it out, your heart beating fast and your legs almost becoming wobbly. You sqeauled out of surprise when you felt the ground shake and rumble beneath you. You flinched and closed your eyes as dust flew around everywhere. Your running came to a halt, when your ankle was stuck in between big blocks of fallen walls. And you were about to get yourself free when more walls collapsed nearby making it all way more challenging. Your body started to go heavy and weak, as the edges of the thick solid blocks put pressure on you. The feeling of sharp cement that almost cut into your skin, was extremly painful. You tried to get yourself free, but it was too hard. They were way heavier than you could manage, and now you were stuck in between all of the mess. You made a whining noise out of fear and frustration as you gave up on lifting and trying to twist the cold hard walls, your wrists starting to burn. You could smell the coal from the fire, and the cold fresh air. You groaned as you pushed your hair out of your face, and as you did that your hand made contact with your cheek. You flinched and exclaimed an ‘ow’ at the stinging feeling of a scratch on your face.

Emily, Hotch and all the others on the team stood outside hugging and sighing in relief at the feeling of getting out safe. But then when they took a look around, and let their eyes scan the burning building and the mess laying all around them, they all grew silent, so silent that if someone was to step on a branch it would seem incredibly loud. It felt as if their hearts dropped all the way down to their stomach, all feeling guilty and dissapointing. Like they all let you down.

And Hotch being your boss instantly felt as if he had failed his whole mission. How could he let it all go so wrong? Cold wind of the night hit against their faces as they started to wonder:

“Where’s Y/N?”

But right as their hearts quickened and their faint smiles started to fall, a troubled and familiar voice called out: “Help! I’m stuck, please help!”

They hurried towards the noise and sighed in relief as they could see you were doing quite alright. Even though you were stuck and had a dirty face, clothing and hands now, you were still breathing. And yes your body was most likely going to be really sore for some time, but hopefully that would go away again. They all sikres togethers to get the fallen walls out of your way, freeing your body. You were getting on your knees, about to stand up when your boss offered you a hand. You took his firm hand as he helped you up, instantly putting his other hand on your shoulder. “Are you okay? Did you get hurt?” Hotch worried, and let some of his emotion show in his voice, and more in his dark coloured eyes. “I don’t know..it hurts..my ankle hurts” You were almost whining but the burning feeling wasnt pleasent at all. Hotch was more than relieved that you were still with them, and that he could get you some help now. The others on the team watched, and were about to hug you aswell, when Hotch guided you out of the mess, to get you some medical help.

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