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genshin parents pt 3! (finally)
inazuma...it only took me 10 years... liyue version here and mondstadt version here
Ayaka would be the sweetest (albeit not the most present) mommy.
Hers, Ayato's, and Thoma's children would practically be raised together
The fact that she can't be as present as she wants KILLS her, but she makes sure to make up for it as much as she can with gifts, sweets, and quality time
Probably a bit overbearing when it comes to her kid's social life - she doesn't want them to be like her, after all. You'll frequently hear about how worried she is about their ability to make friends, and when they DO mention their friends, you'll hear about it for days on end.
Adamant about not putting too much pressure on her children, perhaps to the point of spoiling them.
100% has a scrapbook for her kids
Ayato cares greatly for his children just like Ayaka and regrets not being able to be around as much, but he doesn't quite spoil them as much as Ayaka.
As the family head, he does see them a good bit less than Ayaka can.
His kids would NOT be picky eaters. They catch on to his antics pretty young and harass Thoma's kids with their own 'interesting' dishes.
Probably overprotective of his kids. Oh, another child is picking on his own? He will personally intervene.
With Thoma's help, he organizes a family dinner every month. He unfortunately rarely gets to attend.
Gorou would definitely want to have a large family. You tease him about it, blaming his 'doggy instincts', but he just genuinely loves being a dad.
He won't admit it, but he would be absolutely over the moon if they shared his ears and tail. But don't worry, he'd love them just the same if they didn't!
With his first kid, he would 100% be posted by their bassinet 24/7 the first few days. Eventually, you figure it would be easier if you (carefully) just bedshared. This starts a trend where any of his kids will dogpile (haha) on your shared bed any chance they get.
Gets a little ahead of himself. When he even suspects a growth spurt going on, you come home to find waaay too many new little outfits. At least they're cute.
Despite still having an active military life, he'd try to shield his kids from war and violence the best he can.
Itto would be the most obnoxious dad in all of Inazuma. But he's so proud and loving nobody could fault him for it.
Loves being a dad just as much as Gorou, but would rather be one and done so he can pour all of his love into one kid without worrying about neglecting the others.
When he sees his kid's stubby little horns, he breaks down in tears. "They're - hic - theybe got mah horns..." he'd sob out. They stay stubby, but of course he's still just as proud of them.
LOVES giving his kid shoulder rides, almost more than his kid does. Seeing them hold on to his horns while they run amok and laugh and yell is a common sight.
When they're not riding on his shoulders, he's lugging them around like a football (and sometimes like a potato sack)
Thank the archons they share his strong oni blood because this boy is ROUGH with his kid. Wrestling, tossing them around, running through the forests together, you name it.
Thoma is another one that just loves to be a dad. He would probably want more than one, but maybe not a full sports team like Gorou.
In addition to being a loving dad, he also takes the role of Inazuma's Fun Uncle. He ends up taking care of Ayato's and Ayaka's children most of the time, and they're all very close.
I like to imagine that once he has a family, he tries to pay homage to Weinlesefest with them. Maybe he wishes he can take his kids to Mondstadt one day
If any of his kids (or anyone else's for that matter) gives him puppy dog eyes, he just can't resist giving in.
There's no way he doesn't spoil his kids. His kids practically own this poor man.
He is ALWAYS looking at small little gifts to give them
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Hit the link limit on my original series masterlist so this is part 2.
*includes smut
Spencer x Reader Series Masterlist 1
Spencer x Reader Blurbs
Spencer x Reader Oneshots
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You Know My Heart (two parter) - you’ve been in love with your playboy best friend Spencer Reid for ten long years. But when you get engaged and finally start to get over him, Spencer suddenly realises he can’t live without you and he has to stop the wedding at any cost. (Fem! Reader)
Part One
Part Two
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Somewhere to Belong (Mini Series) - You and Spencer have only been dating a few months when he drops the bombshell that he wants to start a family and it throws you into turmoil. And that’s only made worse he meets five year old orphan Wren Briar and is determined to do whatever it takes to adopt her. Even if that means destroying your relationship. (Fem! Reader)
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
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No Distance Left to Run (Mini Series) - Truth or Dare? A harmless teenage game gone wrong when spoken by the man holding you hostage. And when you’re feeling for your best friend come to light after fifteen years, how will you and Spencer cope in the aftermath? (Fem! Reader)
Part One - Truth or Dare?
Part Two - Never Have I Ever
Part Three - Hide and Seek
Part Four - Dominoes
Part Five - Red Light, Green Light
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Me & You & Everyone We Know - Spencer Reid thought he had the perfect life. He has his two beautiful daughters, large house in the suburbs and a steady, albeit slightly unconventional marriage.
But even geniuses reserve the right to be wrong every once in while.
Now he’s struggling to adjust to life as a single divorced dad of two whilst working full time and navigating the unsteady waters of the dating world.
But his divorce left him more damaged than he’d ever admit. And you have to decide if you’re strong enough to deal with falling in love with a man who’s heart doesn’t fully belong to him. (Fem! Reader) NSFW 18+
Chapter 1 - Out on the Weekend
Chapter 2 - Today My Life Begins
Chapter 3 - Brand New
Chapter 4 - Bonfire Heart*
Chapter 5 - Nobody’s Supposed to be Here*
Chapter 6 - Lonely Together
Chapter 7 - All at Once
Chapter 8 - Half of My Heart
Chapter 9 - As it Seems*
Chapter 10 - She Had the World*
Chapter 11 - No Tomorrow*
Chapter 12 - Let it Hurt
Chapter 13 - Life Ain’t Always Beautiful
Chapter 14 - Forever Winter
Chapter 15 - Happier
Chapter 16 - My Little Girl
Chapter 17 - Someone You Loved
Chapter 18 - Sandcastles*
Chapter 19 - We’re Good
Chapter 20 - First Day of My Life
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Darkness Declares Glory - after his release from prison, Spencer Reid’s life spiralled into darkness with no sign of a light at the end of the tunnel. When he wakes up in a psychiatric facility with no memory of how he ended up there, you’re the only person he wants to see. But in order to do that, Spencer’s going to need to piece back together his fractured mind and face some cold hard truths. (Fem! Reader) NSFW 18+ Very Dark Themes
Chapter 1 - The Downward Spiral
Chapter 2 - I See a Darkness
Chapter 3 - Another Man’s Grave
Chapter 4 - How to Disappear Completely*
Chapter 5 - Checkmate
Chapter 6 - If You Could See Me Now
Chapter 7 - Diary of a Madman
Chapter 8 - Dear Agony
Chapter 9 - Don’t You Dare Forget the Sun
Chapter 10 - Welcome Oblivion
Chapter 11 - Modern Loneliness*
Chapter 12 - Entropy*
Chapter 13 - You Want a Battle? (Here’s a War)
Chapter 14 - Sympathy for the Devil
Chapter 15 - How to Save a Life
Chapter 16 - The Needle and the Damage Done
Chapter 17 - Thnks Fr Th Mmrs
Chapter 18 - Fell on Black Days
Chapter 19 - Away From the Sun
Chapter 20 - Begin Again
Chapter 21 - Leave it All Behind
Chapter 22 - Come Out Fighting
Chapter 23 - Long Promised Road
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What Lies in Our Anatomy - Mini Series - when you have a one night stand with a stranger you met in a bar, you never expected to see him again. You certainly didn’t anticipate the stranger to be your new boss at the BAU.
But for you and Spencer, keeping your relationship secret from the rest of the team soon becomes the least of your worries when a face from Spencer’s past threatens to tear apart everything you’ve built together.
The truth always comes out in the end, and you have to decide how you’re going to cope in the wake of his lies. (Fem! Reader) NSFW 18+ COMPLETE
Part One - Fear (Of the Unknown)
Part Two - Losing My Religion
Part Three - As We Know It
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Midnight - When Spencer Reid left the BAU after his stint in prison to pursue a more unsavoury career path, the last thing he expected was to have company on his journey. But after finding yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time, you become entangled in Spencer’s murderous web and the inadvertent Bonnie to his Clyde. Now the cops are closing in on the two of you and if you don’t act fast your torrid love story could meet its tragic demise. (Fem! Reader) NSFW 18+
Chapter 1 - Killer in the Mirror
Chapter 2 - Hourglass
Chapter 3 - Nightmare
Chapter 4 - Duality
Chapter 5 - Never Know
Chapter 6 - Raise No Fool
Chapter 7 - Go to Bed Angry
Chapter 8 - Dancing With the Devil
Chapter 9 - Who’s in Control?
Chapter 10 - Why Worry?
Chapter 11 - I’d Rather Drown
Chapter 12 - Better Than This
Chapter 13 - Different Songs
Chapter 14 - Bad Guy
Chapter 15 - The Haunting
Chapter 16 - Dangerous
Chapter 17 - Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing
Chapter 18 - Uncontainable
Chapter 19 - Stitch Me Up
Chapter 20 - Unopened Windows
Chapter 21 - Miss Mysterious
Chapter 22 - Skeleton
Chapter 23 - Catch Me if You Can
Chapter 24 - Partners in Crime
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Rusty - After suffering unimaginable horrors in his three months spent in prison, Spencer Reid struggles to bounce back to his former glory. And when he almost dies at the hands of Benjamin Merva, it’s one trauma too many to bear. So Spencer ups sticks and relocates to a ranch in the middle of nowhere, leaving behind his job, his friends and his relationship.
And then he meets you, a mysterious stranger, who helps him out of a tight spot. You’re looking for a place to lay low and he’s in need of assistance. It’s a match made in heaven. Isn’t it?
You both have pasts you’d rather remained buried. But when those pasts both collide in your present, it can either tear you apart or force you close together.
You’re both just a little rusty, but practice makes perfect. (Fem! Reader) NSFW 18+
More chapters coming soon
Chapter 1 - Wanted Dead or Alive
Chapter 2 - Take Me Home, Country Roads
Chapter 3 - I Walk the Line
Chapter 4 - The Ballad of the Lonesome Cowboy
Chapter 5 - Gunpowder and Led
Chapter 6 - Tumbling Tumbleweeds
Chapter 7 - Where Were You (When the World Stopped Turning)
Chapter 8 - A Horse With No Name
Chapter 9 - A Cowboys Cowgirl
Chapter 10 - Back in the Saddle Again
Chapter 11 - All My Ex’s Live in Texas
Chapter 12 - Slow Dancing in a Burning Room
Chapter 13 - Friends in Low Places
Chapter 14 - Even Cowgirls Get the Blues
Chapter 15 - Heavens Just a Sin Away
Chapter 16 - Take Your Memory With You
Chapter 17 - Gunfight at the O.K. Corral
Chapter 18 - So Little I Wanted - two part chapter
Chapter 19 - So Little I Got - two part chapter
Chapter 20 - Fires Don’t Start Themselves
Chapter 21 - Night Riders Lament
Chapter 22 - If Tomorrow Never Comes
Chapter 23 - Only the Lonely
Chapter 24 - Bless the Broken Road
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madame-wilsonn · 1 year
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Midnights: Chapter 7
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MASTERLIST — MIDNIGHTS MASTERLIST
Summary: Tommy’s demons are haunting him with thoughts and ideas that could lead him to do an irrevocable act, standing on a bridge
A/N: and another depressing chapter for you all to enjoy! I got inspired by the episode 4 from season 5 (and by inspired I mean “watched the same 10 minutes over and over until I had them engraved in my memory) and it’s the first chapter set in s5. From now on, there will be less and less time jumps but I wanted to address that particular scene because it seemed important. Anywayyy enjoy and see you next week!! <3
Warnings: mentions of suicide, dead people and ghosts
Word count: 1,192 words
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It wasn’t the blue stone, Tommy. It was you. It was you.
She stood in the corner of the room, appearing in the dimly lit office, the chain of necklace jingling as it moved. Grace always visited him at night, she waited for the clear sun to disappear to strike, hit him when he was the most vulnerable.
Her voice rang in the empty room. Tommy could feel her heartbeat slowing down as she clutched the sapphire close to her chest. There was blood dripping down her hands, staining the luxurious carpet. Grace was gasping, her breaths more and more shallow.
Tommy didn’t look at her. If he ignored her, she would go away. Her apparitions became less and less comforting as time passed. At first, she helped him, made him feel the warmth he craved. Now, he felt haunted by her. She reminded him of his faults, stirred the knife of guilt into unhealed wounds.
It seemed like hours had passed when finally, the ominous presence vanished. Tommy slumped in his chair, the ache in his head intensifying. His clenched fists were sore, his nails digging his skin. He reached for the drawer next to his hand, his fingers grazing the cold barrel of the revolver. The feeling seemed to bring some clarity inside his mind, the blurry haze the wraith had diffused disappearing.
Tommy finally grabbed his cap, closed the door of his office and exited the House of Commons. He was suffocating in that study. He needed to think. Alone.
He took his car and drove through the streets of London, aimlessly. He didn’t know where he was going, he didn’t know anything anymore. The car stopped, Tommy didn’t realize he had pushed the button. His hand opened the door, his feet stepped out. He was moving, he could feel himself moving but he didn’t have any control anymore. It wasn’t him who chose to walk on the bridge. His arm reached for a lamppost, his feet climbed on the edge—the sheltering barrier between the world of the living and the dead.
Tommy almost heaved, the sudden void under him making his stomach churn. His mum went that way. She stepped into the Canal, back in Small Heath. Uncle Charlie told him everything.
Tommy remembered the months before her death. She would mutter all day long, even if nobody was in the room. She said it was the spirits, they kept her company. His mother was a sad woman. She was sad because she had no choice. Nowhere to escape. Until Charlie told her to leave for some time. That’s when she came back with the white pony.
Tommy loved that horse because suddenly, his mum wasn’t so sad anymore. She would smile at him and she didn’t speak to the spirits as much. He thought it was over. The spirits and the seances, all that shit was over. His mum was home now, it would be okay.
A few weeks later, Charlie pulled her body out of the Cut.
Tommy used to be scared of her as a boy. Now he understood how she felt. He was nowhere near the condition of his mother. His spouse didn’t come home drunk every night to beat him, he wasn’t poor or had too many mouths to feed. But he felt the same longing. A yearning for death, a yearning for the void, for a place where he wouldn’t have to ache anymore.
His mum used the pills to get away, he had his precious vial of opium.
The situations were different but they were the same. He didn’t even see it coming. He had spent so many years trying not to be his father that he ended up like his mum.
As he stood on the bridge, so close to the edge, he realized he could leave like she did. Relax his sore limbs and let go. Immerse himself in the cold, dark waters and allow it to get inside his lungs. He wouldn’t fight it, wouldn’t try to escape. He would just welcome the sweet burn forewarning of the eternal darkness. Death. Peace.
There was no point in fighting anymore. The family was falling apart, his children were terrified of him, Lizzie loathed the mere sight of him—she wanted to get a divorce. It made him chuckle. A fucking divorce. He couldn’t blame her. Hell, he was surprised he didn’t wake up to an empty house and packed suitcases already. But her anger—although justified—made him understand his presence became more and more of a burden. He was a liability, there was no point in apologizing. It wouldn’t change much.
But Tommy could free them. He could allow his family to be happy. They would live off of the money he had made. Lizzie would find someone— a good man, and Charlie and Ruby would be raised properly. They would be loved. They would be happy. They wouldn’t have to worry about him screaming anymore.
Tommy considered all of his cards, all of his options and death…death seemed like the only solution. He glanced at the water under his feet. One move and it would all be over. Just let go, Tom. Let go.
But Tommy saw a boat, a boat on the river. It looked familiar at first, then he recognized it. The January. His dad’s boat. The boat he was born on.
Grace was there. She lay in a heap of coal, her eyes looking up towards the bridge. But she wasn’t alone. No, he was there too. His own self seemed to call out for him. They stared at each other and Tommy understood. His reflection drove the boat away, following the dark waters, sinking into the night.
From the bridge, he observed the scene like the path he had to follow. It was the only way. Charlie told him his grandfather went the same way. He killed himself. He said that sometimes, these kind of things ran in families. Maybe they did, maybe Tommy’s fate was to jump from a bridge and die. Die the same way he felt, the same way he lived. Alone.
Who would find him?
For a moment, Tommy wondered. Would Lizzie be worried he didn’t come home? Would he be found by some random man, early in the morning and get recognized as Mr. Shelby, MP? He tried to imagine his family, Polly, Arthur getting the phone call and rushing to the hospital. But they weren’t crying. Nobody was sad. It didn’t seem to change anything, except that now, the weight was lifted.
Once, Polly had told him he had to shake hands with the devil and walk away. But what happened when he couldn’t walk away from it? What happened when the devil cornered him on a barge in ominous waters? All these years, Tommy thought he had walked away, that he was past that but it was an illusion, a vicious trick from his mind.
He couldn’t walk away because there was nowhere to go. Tommy was still on the boat. He had never gotten off of it, he never will.
And only the January could take him away.
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frostysfrenzy · 8 months
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You Changed Me
AKA Sam and Daniel, Season 5 (and 6)
First of all. MERIDIAN. Hi @riverageleis @gatefiles @fighting-naturalist and anybody else I'm forgetting in my squad of people that go feral over this scene like me
She thinks he’s dying (and she’s right, obviously), and so she pours it all out. 
“I don’t know why we wait to tell people how we feel.” There’s just so many feelings, so much heart, so much love for him that’s put out on the table, explicitly. She tells him that she sees what really matters, who he truly is. She tells him that it’s changed her. And you can see it. Throughout season 5, and even before, you see her tend to take his side more and more in the humanity debate. She defends his arguments and holds to it as best as she can. 
They’re still partners in crime, getting held hostage and escaping together, sharing little phone calls for info when they’re away, sharing their embarrassment at Jack’s diplomatic skills and defending each other’s opinions on how situations should be handled (Namely in red sky). 
There’s the shine that Jacob takes to Daniel, the familial relationship very evident. And he’s the one there to try to save Daniel, with Sam right by his side, having already tried and painstakingly failed herself. All she wanted was to help, for him to be ok, to bring him back. 
She’s in his office, combing through his belongings, cherishing the memories (and his journals). 
“We don’t know that he’s really dead.” “And that’s the problem!” It’s the not knowing that does her in, he’s gone, and nobody, not even Daniel knew what it would entail. And she didn’t care. She didn’t care that he achieved some great feat, that he became some higher power, as intriguing as that may be in some other scenarios. Because they were a team, a family and she simply would rather just have him back. 
Even months later, she’s fully accepted Jonas into the team, practically being his one woman defence squad (another trait that screams Daniel) but to her it still feels like they just lost Daniel, and she’s terrified of having to go through that again with Jack. 
But she gets him back, she sees him again, it’s just like old times, solving the puzzle. She finally gets her dose of dealing with ascended Daniel and his sudden disappearances, not knowing how to react and wanting to know everything when he comes back. Still, she trusts him on the tablet and his plan. She’s the one to officially say that he may not be around anymore, because she knows that he would always hold up his end of the bargain when it came to SG1. She knew that he may actually be gone, she just didn’t want to admit it straight up, but she’s the first to ask Skaara if he’s heard anything on Daniel. She just got him back, but luckily she and the rest of the team won’t have to let go for long.
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fricative-pharyngiale · 9 months
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Tagged by @accidentalf1stan and @lilyrizzy for the first lines/paragraph of your wips game! I'm pretty sure everyone's been tagged, but if you haven't of course you can do it!
As it turns out I have a lot more wips than I thought:
everytime i hear your voice (age play + fem fic)
Daniel was so glad he had put that plastic cover under the bed sheets. His Maxy was making a mess, wetting everything.
This morning, when they had woken up, Max had looked at him through his lashes and shily asked if they could do it.
“You wanna be daddy’s baby girl?” Daniel had asked, pleased.
Max had nodded a little, blushing, and so Daniel had started easing him into it.
2. in this proud land we grew up strong (wars of the roses au)
The news spread quickly through the busy streets, people rejoicing and people mourning, their voices rising in the town.
“They did it,” someone whispered. “They got rid of the Mad King and his Bad Queen. The Lancaster reign has come to an end.”
“She’s in exile, but she’ll come back stronger,” another retorted. “The king has disappeared, and the prince lives. The red rose of Lancaster will take the crown once more.”
“But the three sons of York are blessed by God,” a third one added. “Have you heard about their banner? ‘The Sunne in Splendor’, they call it. If you ask me, the white rose is here to stay.”
Whatever happened, things were about to get interesting.
3. i've tasted the sand (cheating fic)
“Max? I know you’re in here, let me in,” Daniel says, knocking again.
He stays silent on the other side of the door. He can’t. He can’t let him in again. Not when he’s with Kelly, and Daniel is still with Heidi.
He had hated himself, these few months when Daniel had started dating her but still came knocking and Max had always, always, opened the door.
But not anymore.
4. heaven is not fit (devil au)
“Gin and tonic?”
The kid jumped and turned back towards Daniel. He had the bluest eyes Daniel had ever seen, even in the dim light of the club. He looked around, confused, before nodding hesitantly.
Game on.
“I”m Daniel, you?” he asked, signalling the waiter absently.
“Max,” the kid answered. A lovely blush was colouring his cheeks slowly. He wanted to know how deep it could get, how far it went down.
5. do you wanna see the west? (fairy au)
There was a fairy curled on the mossy forest ground.
He was shaking, his skin pale as snow, beads of sweat pearling on his forehead.
Clearly something was wrong with him.
6. take me to the water (nymph au)
The human was sitting under a tree, seeking shelter from the afternoon sun. His beautiful voice was rising softly, until it reached Max, his slim figure hidden behind a strong oak. He knew he shouldn’t be getting this close, that he might get caught, but he couldn’t help it. 
The first time he had spied on the singer, it had been curiosity, he had just wanted to know who intruded on these grounds. Nobody ever came here anymore, it had only been him for a long long time, centuries maybe.
But the man had turned out to be gorgeous, with dark curls and a Roman nose, his skin deliciously tanned, his fingers elegant and agile on his instrument. 
So when he had come back again, Max had thought it would be alright to catch a glimpse of him. And to listen to his song. And to watch him sleep.
7. caught me in its spotlight (vampire au)
“Daniel Ricciardo,” is the first thing his father had said when Max had entered the room. “I want to know everything on his clan: their numbers, their resources, safe houses, everything. You have three months. Now go.”
And just like that, Max became a temporary member of the Ricciardo clan, one of the most powerful vampire clans of the city.
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ollieofthebeholder · 10 months
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to find promise of peace (and the solace of rest): a TMA fanfic
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Chapter 17: July 2016
Tim followed Martin’s quiet instructions without question. After everything they’d been through in the last few months, but especially tonight, he felt like Martin deserved that.
The car was otherwise silent. Tim found himself glancing at the rearview mirror periodically to check on Jon and Sasha, like they’d somehow disappear from the backseat if he didn’t keep looking. Like it would turn out one or both of them had actually died during the attack, hugs notwithstanding, and that if he didn’t keep watching them they would reach their destination and they’d be gone. It was stupid, and he knew that, but it still made him feel better every time he looked up and saw them still clutching their respective tape recorders and watching the other occupants of the car intently.
At last they pulled up to a house Martin seemed to think was their destination. It didn’t seem like there was anything special about it, but Martin dragged himself up the front walk and beckoned the others to follow. He looked down at the ground for a moment—Tim wasn’t sure why—then shook his head minutely and knocked on the door instead.
Tim didn’t know why he was surprised when the door opened and exposed Melanie King, looking a little annoyed until she saw Martin and the look shifted into one of mingled surprise and worry. She skimmed the other three, then shook her head and stepped back, opening the door wider. “Get in here.”
Martin led them in. As soon as the door closed behind them, Melanie hugged him tightly, then eased back when he gave a small groan of pain. “Come on. Make yourselves comfortable. I just put the kettle on a couple minutes ago.”
Tim trailed after the group until they reached a comfortable living room. Melanie waved at an arrangement of seats before disappearing through another door; Martin followed her, and the sounds of clinking and cabinets opening came to them faintly. Jon sank slowly onto the sofa, looking after Martin, and Sasha perched on the other end of it. Tim, though, had too much restless energy and couldn’t sit still, so he paced around the living room, taking it in.
There were blank spots on the walls and shelves, like someone else had been living there and had taken things with them and nobody had bothered to fill the spaces yet. The books on the shelves were a mix of nonfiction about the paranormal, most of which Tim had read in the last few years, and horror novels, with an unexpected detour into a handful of battered classics and a beautiful but well-loved book of Hans Christian Andersen’s stories. There were a couple of odd knickknacks, a few candles scattered about, a truly gorgeous painting of a sunset over a river, and a row of framed photographs.
Tim drifted over to look at them. At one end was a picture of a little girl, maybe seven or eight, in a purple helmet and elbow- and kneepads, laughing with delight as she tried to balance on a pair of hot pink roller skates, supported by a woman with matching eyes and a slouch hat pulled low over her ears. At the other end was Melanie King, sporting a grin identical to the first picture—save that her front teeth had grown back in—and the woman’s hat as she held up a clapperboard announcing the first take of the first shot of Ghost Hunt UK, surrounded by people he vaguely recognized as being the remainder of the show’s crew.
All of the other pictures had Martin in them, too.
It was like Tim hadn’t believed they really knew each other, let alone were stepsiblings, until he saw it. But no, here was visible, tangible proof. There was a picture of the two of them in formal wear, not more than ten years old, Melanie holding a basket full of rose petals and Martin carefully balancing a white satin pillow in his hands, both looking slightly uncomfortable but delighted nonetheless. Another showed them both astride a camel, Martin’s arms locked around Melanie’s waist and Melanie clinging to the pommel of the saddle in front of her for dear life. A third showed Melanie in what looked like a pastel Victorian-style gown, draped dramatically across the stern of a rowboat with her hand pressed to the back of her forehead, while Martin, wearing a white-and-red striped coat and a flat straw hat that somehow suited him (and certainly suited him better than Melanie’s gown suited her), pulled at the oars and laughed at her. Still another showed the pair of them beaming in triumph as they displayed what closer inspection proved to be acceptance letters into their chosen study programs.
Other pictures, about a dozen in all, also featured a third person. Taller than Melanie but not quite so tall as Martin, fair-skinned and with long hair dyed black—ruddy roots showed in a couple of the photos—he seemed like he would be out of place in his tattered jeans and black leather duster, but he just looked…natural with Melanie and Martin, even in pictures where Martin dressed like a middle-aged man and Melanie dressed like a stolen car. There was a picture of the three of them rollerskating, another of them crouched around a campfire, still another of them in a park of some kind, with Melanie sitting on a sort of perch formed by the other two’s outstretched arms, her own arms looped around their shoulders—they went on and on. In all the pictures, all three of them were smiling and laughing. It was clear they were close.
Tim turned around at the sound of footsteps and saw Melanie and Martin coming back in, Martin with a mug in each hand and Melanie carrying three. She handed one to Sasha, then held one out to Tim, who accepted it automatically, then hesitated before settling down in between Sasha and Jon. Martin sat opposite them on a loveseat; Melanie lit a candle on one shelf, then joined him. For a few moments, none of them spoke.
At last, Melanie set her mug down on the coffee table, rather heavily. “So where do we start? Or do you want me to bugger off?”
“No. No, Martin…implied you know what’s going on. Better than we do, at any rate.” Jon sighed heavily. “I—I have questions, but…we should start with a full picture of what happened tonight. Statements. I guess.”
Sasha held up her tape recorder. “I’ve got this. Elias suggested I turn it on, so we’d have a record, and…well, it at least will tell you what I was up to. Then you can fill in for me.”
“We’ve got this one as well.” Jon slid his own recorder forward. “I rewound it in the car, but…”
“Oh. I didn’t think of that. You play yours first, then.”
Jon pressed PLAY. Tim listened, his heart in his throat, first to Jon’s agonized cries as Martin used a corkscrew to extract a worm, then to his friends’ panic over him. Martin’s confession to Jon caught him off-guard—not because he didn’t know most of it, but because he hadn’t expected Martin to admit it—and he guessed that was part of the reason for the look Melanie threw him. After all, she of all people had to know. He heard himself burst through the wall and lure Jon and Martin into the tunnels, and then he heard the conversation they’d had some time later—he hadn’t realized Jon had turned the recorder back on, and from the look on Jon’s face, neither had he. Mentally, he began ticking off all the questions they still needed answers for.
His breath caught when Martin and Jon emerged into the Archives to be confronted by Jane Prentiss. He wasn’t sure whether to be grateful or annoyed that the recording cut out immediately after that.
There was a split-second of silence before Melanie spoke in a carefully controlled voice. “Is that why you wanted me to meet you for lunch?”
“Well, ‘lunch.’ I didn’t figure we’d want to eat much,” Martin said softly. “But yeah.”
“Desolation?”
“Corruption.”
“Fuck.”
Tim looked back and forth between the two of them. “What are you talking about?”
Melanie rubbed a hand over her face. “My dad was a patient at Ivy Meadows. He…he was still there when it, um, burned down. They told me he died peacefully, but…” She looked at Martin.
“Tell you later,” Martin mumbled.
Sasha looked at the recorder, then at her own. “Well. This is ready.”
The first part of the tape was Jon recording that statement they’d been investigating about what the assistants had privately termed “the homophobic vase”. Melanie frowned at the recorder, then looked up at Martin and mouthed something Tim couldn’t quite catch; whatever it was, Martin simply nodded.
The others were all staring at the recorder, but Tim found himself watching Martin and Melanie. When Jon told Sasha he’d been trying to kill a spider and subsequently damaged the wall, Melanie’s nostrils flared and Martin’s lips pursed; Tim figured them both for spider-lovers. The scowl on Melanie’s face when Elias started talking wasn’t much of a surprise, after Martin’s revelation on the other tape that he’d threatened Jon the day she’d come to make her statement.
Tim was momentarily distracted by Sasha’s monologue about being in Artifact Storage, and he flinched when the other voice spoke. Martin and Melanie both sat bolt upright; when Tim looked up, he saw that Martin had gone pale behind the bandages and Melanie’s eyes were wide.
“Is that…?” she murmured.
“Can’t be,” Martin said, barely moving his lips. He neither looked nor sounded convinced.
They both seemed incredibly affected by what was on the tape, even more than the rest of them—and Tim was plenty affected by Sasha’s scream of fear—but neither spoke another word. Tim’s resolve to watch them faltered when Sasha and her mysterious benefactor ran into Elias, who seemed to believe—or pretended to believe, and Tim had good reason to suspect the latter—that Jon and Martin were both dead and tried to convince Sasha to leave them to be eaten by worms. The smack of fist on flesh was satisfying, although Elias’ roar of pain was disproportionately loud, and then Sasha and the mystery man were on their way. And then there was another spider, which even Tim could tell was stretching the bounds of credibility to call a coincidence, and then the voice spoke in a dark, cryptic tone. “Mother, may I?”
There was a thunk, a hiss, and a click as the recorder shut off, followed by a moment of silence.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d swear…” Melanie finally said.
“Yeah. Me, too.” Martin rubbed a hand over his face. Jon flinched at the rasp of bandage against bandage. “If it was, I might’ve had to kill him for that last bit.”
“Whoever it is, he’s an idiot.”
Jon took a deep, shaky breath. “Who was that?”
It took Tim a second to realize that was directed at Sasha, and evidently it took her a second, too. “You know as much as I do. He appeared out of nowhere when I was in Artifact Storage, stopped me from getting killed by…something, I can’t describe it…gave Elias a black eye, and set off the CO2 system. He had another weird pain spell or seizure or…something before we went down to the Archives and went out to get fresh air.”
“So you have no way of getting a hold of him,” Jon said. “Or any way to…did he just disappear?”
“No. He was still there when I came out.” Sasha hit the rewind button on both recorders. “He was being all…mysterious and creepy, but he said none of you were dead, and he was right about that, at least. He said he’d be back to give you a statement.”
“Did he say when?”
“No, just that it wouldn’t be tonight. Something about keeping promises?” Sasha shrugged. “The way he was talking, though, I think he knew you.”
Jon shook his head slowly. “The voice didn’t sound familiar, I—”
Melanie held out a hand to stop him, her spine stiffening and her head tilting. Tim paused, and then he heard it, too—the sound of the front door shutting with a quiet snick. Someone had just come into the house.
Martin and Melanie both rose to their feet. Tim, looking up at Martin, saw the same expression he’d had on his face when Tim had burst through the wall of the document storage room—afraid, but determined—as he put himself between the door and the rest of them. He brushed his fingers quickly against Melanie’s; she stayed firmly behind him, but raised her voice. “Who’s there?”
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naomana · 2 years
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38 for the kink prompts with uhm. leo/reader please ,😳👉👈 OR LEO PEPE IDM EITHER HAHSNM
Full prompt list here
Gentle sex Leo/Reader/(Pepe >:3)
Tw: I know, trigger warning in gentle sex prompt? :D There's mention of past abuse and implied murder so..
And ofc it's long af because I can't get straight to the point
It's been a while since you met the infamous Leo Galante. 5 months and 12 days to be exact. Coming from normal background, having normal life, you were still aware of the rumours running around the town. Whenever you wanted to believe it or not, the name was big. It had a ring to it, it wasn't just a plain name anybody would connect to low-class citizen.
And you, you had to be so luckily unlucky to run into the man, literally. You didn't think straight that night. You had no plan, nowhere to go, no family in the town to seek shelter from. You just had enough and snapped, running away from your abusive piece of shit of a partner, partly dressed with visible bruises covering your collarbone. Favourite place to hit you, usually with something heavy. The first time he did it, you were wondering why there. Then you realised you can easily hide it so nobody sees a thing, who'd care anyways, and it in no way impacted your ability to look after him.
And that night, after he crossed the line and hit your face, you snapped back and smashed bottle of booze over his head, pretty sure you killed the fucker but didn't bother to check. Once he was down, you just ran for the door, stinging cheek and shirt falling off your shoulder. You couldn't see over the tears, not that you'd be able to see anything properly in the dark anyways. That's when you ran into somebody, somewhere in the neighbourhood.
You barely had any chance to land on your ass when somebody's strong grip pulled you upright, holding you by the collar, revealing every single bruise and scar. And the instinc was to close your eyes and held your hands up, trying to somewhat protect yourself. As if it'd help. "Watch where you're running." The expectation of another punch died the moment you heard another man telling off the one holding you. "Pepe. Let them go. It was an accident, wasn't it?"
You nod profusely in fear you'd not be seen. You knew you'd not be able to answer with words, you already felt your voice breaking just thinking about it. Would it sound raspy or high-pitched, too obvious you were crying your eyes out? The grip disappeared and you stumbled on your feet, finally looking up to see your 'saviour'. Two man standing in front of you, one of them very big and scary looking, most definitely the one that was holding you, ready to throw a punch. Stopped by the soft-spoken older looking man, with even softer gaze when he checked you out properly and noticed your state. Your hands moved without any thought, covering your body in shame.
"Christ. Who'd do something like that. What's your name kid?" Y/N. And again. Y/N i will fucking kill you. You quickly turned around, expecting the monster running after you, but there was nobody. Was your mind playing tricks on you or was he really looking for you? You shouldn't be there, you shouldn't be anywhere. Because anywhere you'd go, he'd be able to find you. "Answer the question." The taller man snapped, having no patience whatsoever. One stern look silenced him and you felt soft touch on your bruised cheek, making you flinch and look at the older man like a deer caught in headlights. You could almost hear something breaking in that man, as if look at your pathetic being made him feel sorry for you.
"What's your name?" He asked again softly and you let out breathy answer. The adrenaline rush finally wore off and you realised how under-dressed you were for the season. "Do you have anywhere to go?" Another question and this time the only answer was head shook before your eyes turned to your own feet, wearing no shoes either. Soft thick fabric wrapped around your shoulders, filling you with instant warmth and without thinking, you buried your face in it, taking in the strong, but not irritating, smell of the man's cologne. "Come with me, Y/N."
You looked at the opened car door, his expectation to get in visible on his face. Suddenly you felt like chuckling, you knew damn better than getting in a car with complete stranger, however nice he appeared to be. "Who are you?" You asked the dearing question, making him chuckle. "Leo Galante kid. Come on, you look like you could appraciate glass or two... I won't bite." He added softly, making you break into relieved chuckle. "That's it. Bet that feels better." He said and sat down, waiting for you to join. Well, fuck it, if you were supposed to die, what difference did it make whenever it was with your partners hands, your own doing or this mans angry looking bodyguard?
You sat down next to him, feeling his hand rubbing your stiff back. Knowing the name, the rumours, you had to ask yourself why would somebody like him just help? Maybe he expected something in return, maybe he just wanted to deal with you in private, for running into him. What better way to lure you than showing you bit of kindness? "Who did this to you? Father, friend.. husband?"
Your eyes turned away, avoiding him by any cost. You were not married, technically he wasn't your husband. But your silence was answer itself and Leo turned to Pepe. "Pepe will take care of it, won't you?"
"Sure." He mumbled, completely unbothered by the request. It was his job after all and suddenly you had no idea whenever you wanted anybody to take care of it. Him. To take care of him. Because deep down, buried under the fear and guilt, there was a dark part that made you want to do it yourself.
"Where do you live?" You looked at him quickly, panicked. Everything was happening so fast and behind a haze, you couldn't get all the information to your brain fast enough. Was he about to just take you back and.. "So Pepe can take care of him." He said after seeing the sheer fear on your face. "R-right.. It's.. uhm.. 'round the back of the pictures."
"Alright. You heard them." Leo turned to his driver, who turned the car around to drive that direction.
Pepe left the car without saying a word and you could only watch his slowly disappearing back. The car moved again and you stopped questioning anything. They knew what they were doing because the rumours were true. You were sitting in the same car with ruthless mobster, somebody who killed without any remorse, despite his age and gentle looking demeanour.
You kept looking at him, the flash of light from streetlamps and billboards kept running over his face. Shadows playing with his appearance, soothing every wrinkle before the light hit it again, deepening it and making him look so much older.
You had nothing to give in return for his kindness. You had no money, nothing of real value for somebody like him. Even if you did, it be like a spare change compared to his wealth. Like spilling a glass of water into a lake, not enough to fill it, not even enough to make a difference. There was and always will be only one thing of value, any kind of value for men. But you were not daring enough to risk it and go for it.
Thinking back about that night, you are glad you didn't do anything. It would have only created awkward situation, because Leo Galante really was kind old man, to you at least he was. Offering more than just a drink back then. Place to stay, for however long you need to. You tried to argue many times, but it always landed on deaf ear, sometimes thinking if literally. Leo always said all he wanted in return was somebody's presence in his otherwise empty mansion. The rooms felt too cold and quiet and he felt lonely at times.
Not anymore because you are still there, pushing his boundaries every damn day but he never seem to mind. Usually he'd find you in his little, as you call it, book nook, surrounded by multiple opened books. Your mind always shifts so many directions, it's impossible to stay still and read one book. It's your favourite place in the whole house, but there was always one place you know would change that chart. Leo's bed.
Because every night, you two had dinner together, the one you always made. You don't drink a lot, but the wine he brings you is always delicious, rich and so so sweet. And after dinner, you dance. While first few days you was so quiet and isolated, now your personality blooms. You almost forgot how much you love reading or dancing, because you were not allowed to do those things before. Not until you met Leo, who lets you read as much as you can and dances with you every night until he's out of breath and his feet are sore. His cheeks always catch faint shade of red, almost pink looking.
And you find it adorable. Everything he does for you is adorable, makes your heart race and you just want to lean forward and destroy everything with stupid propositions. Maybe he knows, surely he knows because he talks about his late wife and how he misses her still, after years of her death and your heart aches. He's lonely old man, yearning for companionship with somebody who might have resemble his wife's personality in some ways, while you’re hoping for little bit more. Ungrateful stray cat he picked up on the streets.
"Oh, oh I'm done for tonight." Leo huffs and lets go of your hand, cheeks bright red and forehead covered in sweat. You pushed him bit far today and you instantly feel bad because of it. "I'm sorry. We should have stopped 10 minutes ago." You say and help him to sit down, he shakes his head with his usual 'nonsense' remark and you offer him glass of water to help him catch his breath.
His hair is falling out of the place and with loving gaze you push it back, leaving your hand in his hair and he looks at you this way you couldn't explain if you'd try your best. Pushing yourself closer, you close the gap between you two and press your lips against his, softly. Like a little worried nibble, ready to retreat if you have to. He doesn't say anything, doesn't kiss you back but doesn't push you away either. As if he had inner fight, the question why keeps popping to your mind.
You kiss him again, firmer this time and you sigh in relief when he pulls you closer and rubs your back. You kiss him again and again, getting hungrier for him, needier. Like he was the only thing capable of filling you up. You are ready to climb into his lap when he stops you and pulls away. Presumably to move into his bedroom, into his bed.
"We shouldn't, dollface." The disappointment on your face is impossible to hide and he can see it. "I'm sorry. I-I.. just overstepped." The fear of losing him as a friend, because you couldn't keep yourself to yourself, is haunting your mind. "No, Y/N. You didn't, but look at me. No matter which angle you choose to look from, I'm still an old man."
"You're not that old." You mumble and let him squeeze your hand. "Somebody should tell that to my body." He says with soft chuckle and runs his fingers through your hair.
"I can't give you what you want, not without involving another person." Another person, huh. You rub your forehead against his and think about it hard. Months ago you was ready to offer your body as a payment to anybody, would it really make any difference now, as long as he's there?
"Okay." You kiss him again and pull away to get up, offering your hand to help him on his feet. "Okay?" He asks with raised eyebrows and finally gets up, still holding your hand.
"As long as you are still there, I'm okay with it." He squeezes your hand and takes you to his bedroom without saying a word, telling you to wait there while he goes into his office to make a phone call. You plop yourself into his bed, burying your nose into soft sheets and inhale his natural odour, wondering who is he calling over.
Pepe. Of course. He's like Leo's dog, always going everywhere with him, naturally.. it was his job. But the way he was looking at Leo was like a puppy falling in love with it's owner over and over again. The man isn't a complete tool, as you learnt over the past months. He can be vulgar, yes, can be violent when drunk and provoked, but wasn't malicious towards you in any way, just because you happened to run into Leo and got your way into his mansion thanks to it.
"Hope Pepe is alright." Leo sits down on the bed and you roll around to see them both, Pepe slowly taking off his gloves. He wasn't ugly either and the way he slowly pulled each finger out of the tight grip of leather, before completely removing it, was doing things to you. Yeah, Pepe would do. If anything, you can just close your eyes and completely submit to the idea of his body belonging to Leo instead.
"Yeah. He's alright." You say, watching him unbutton his suit jacket and pull it off his big shoulders. Then you turn your head to Leo, giving him comforting smile before capturing his lips in another kiss. His hands disappear under your shirt, playing with your nipples as you moan and carefully climb into his lap just to grind agains him. You wish you could do something for him as well, but he sweeps every single insecurity with quiet moan of his own. You are doing something for him, there is something good for him in all of this.
There is physical arousal and satisfaction, but so is the mental sensation and both felt good, even if it was in different ways. And that is good enough for you, Pepe can provide the major physical sensation, while Leo is offering everything else- touching, kissing and all. In return you make him feel good at his core because he seemed to enjoy it that way.
Second pair of hands explores your body, helping you remove your clothing so you can show yourself the way God made you. All bruises were long gone, healed weeks ago and the only proof of any abuse was small scars on your shoulders. Pepe is surprisingly gentle with you, as much as his big body and small brain allows him. Kissing your scars tenderly, making you shiver and moan. You want it, you need it. If it has to be all three of you, so be it.
You gently push Leo on his back, climbing back on top of him and his hands squeeze your perfectly round ass, before giving it a very gentle smack that sends you forward, unleashing the lewdest moan so far and you can feel the heat creeping into your cheeks. Pepe trails your spine with his tongue, before reaching your lower half, eating you like his favourite meal at his favourite restaurant and you moan again, dripping everywhere like crazy. With Leo's help in form of gentle kisses and nibbles on your collarbone, you feel yourself ready.
You don't know how else to say it, so you just move your hips from side to side like a bitch in a heat, hoping Pepe takes the hint and.. he buries his head between your cheeks deeper and you squirm, telling him to hurry up. No, begging. You are begging him to hurry up and with Leo's blessing, he pushes himself into you, little by little. He is big, really fucking big. Stretching you out to the max, but not painfully. It just feels right, especially with Leo whispering sweet words into your ear. The nicknames he has for you in that situation make you tremble, make you tense your muscles and squeeze the second man inside of you tighter.
Dollface was always your favourite. The tone was always so appraciative and loving. Even from Pepe's lips, with slightly different tone, the nickname makes you whine in overwhealming amount of pleasure. Maybe it was a bad idea, getting in between two men. Two pair of hands stroking your naked skin, two explorative tongues brushing over your sensitive spots, two men working really hard to please you. You feel somewhat powerful, knowing these two gangsters are trying so hard to please you is exciting.
Too exciting. You feel yourself getting closer and closer, with every gentle swing of Pepe's hips and soft kiss from Leo. You have no longer the capacity to think of the past, how you never experienced complete physical and mental bliss. The past stopped to matter the moment Pepe returned to Leo's mansion that night, covered in blood stains and dirt, mumbling 'It's done'. You never asked and never will, because as far as you're concerned, you ran away to never look back and he could rot in hell.
One last thrust pushes you over the edge, you sqiurm and squirt in pleasure, feeling Pepe hitting his climax before he pushes himself out and gets up from the bed. "Bring warm towel." Leo orders him and Pepe leaves, just to return back moments later with damp warm towel. You can barely feel him wiping you off, after Leo told him to do so. You are too tired to keep your eyes open. You just hug Leo tightly and fall into carefree sleep.
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the-firebird69 · 3 months
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The f**** is back and he's trying to time things with shower time I wonder what that's all about so we know what it is and he's a hammerhead and we are going to go ahead and start the lawsuits against him and we're going to put them in motion right now if he shows up there to stay there I'm going to call the state and they'll remove him because there's no sublet on the contract and he says he has to go after Stan and we say good they're resting all of you now I won't be long before you don't come back
We've had it with you too you know what you're doing wrong and you're a s******* and you're a mean person and you're going to pay for it with your life and we don't want to listen to your stupid s*** anymore you're a little a****** on purpose and you pay for it every time very huge huge loser to tell you not to do it or you'll disappear you disappear 5 minutes later you're doing it can you disappear again same with your ugly way and she's doing stupid s*** too oh I'm ugly and he shows she's ugly and she's losing fans they think she can't hold it and she really can't they disgustingly stupid people and we need you out of here so I'm putting orders out there right now I don't want to see this schmuck here at all and I'm going to get it done
Thor Freya
I sort of get what's happening here this guy comes up and he's unloading something and he sits there and postures and pisses him off on purpose comes out and it's supposed to be our friend's fault but he says is I don't really care about it I just don't actually want him here because he's an enemy that is messing with me and that's true too and he's messing with us and he's an enemy I don't want him there and have expressed it to them and I told them don't show up and he's showing up like five times or six times and people are calling me and telling me who's this guy and he looks like this a****** and stuff like that so I am preparing some paperwork but really people need to get them out and they paid for the rent and they have not occupied it's another different month it's not a month from the time they paid but they have not occupied since the contract has been written and they're paid up on the contract they haven't been there for 2 months and it's long enough that they're not occupying the premises furniture does not mean occupying it and nobody's been here and there's plenty of witnesses anybody can call in and say it
Stan
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theskywalkerboy · 1 year
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He is weak but he is back.
After more than a year, I find myself writing what I am feeling again. Here where nobody can judge me. Now back to the title. Someone’s back. I thought on the way na ako to forgetting George kasi I thought he was gone. Life is funny that way talaga. You thought wala na yun pala nagpahinga lang. Parang bida sa mexicanovela si George, akala mo sumabog na yung sinasakyan niyang kotse at nagshoot sa bangin pero may doctor, or lawyer, or random bachelor na pupulot sa kanya at after a very long time, he would come back, and then he will proceed to make your life a living hell ulit. Papahirapan ka ulit.  Maybe 4 or 5 months ago, I’ve been to a very dark place. dark place legit. I’ve had thoughts of “K-ing” my self. I did not try to do it because of procrastination but just having the thought of harming myself was pretty scary. Bumabalik na lang ako sa ulirat ko like-- “Shit, bakit ko naisip yun?” I even thought of harming my pets that I consider as my sons and daughters. Kumakain ako sa Bonchon that day, malinaw na malinaw sa utak ko. I ordered 2 chicken and nung sisimulan ko na yung second chicken, out of nowhere, narealize ko na kanina pa pala ako umiiyak. di lang basta iyak na tumutulo luha ko, nanginginig katawan ko sa pagpigil sa iyak ko. I was not able to finish my meal. Pinagtitinginan ako ng mga tao so I had to leave. Grabe, hiyang hiya ako noon, na para bang may nagawa akong mali, I was just minding my own meal but that happened. I was on the back ride ng traysikel paalis. I don’t remember where I was supposed to go that day, but as we were driving, a massive truck passed by sa gilid namin. It was trying to overtake the traysikel, And sobrang random, as if someone whispered and gave me that idea. “What if tumalon ako sa harap ng massive truck na yun? that would be instant and painless for sure” My body was almost about to follow the thought, I was just hanging by the back ride. I am no longer sitting. I almost jumped but I didn’t. It’s so crazy how hindi man lang ako natakot unitl the I told my self not to do it.  I don’t know who flipped the switch and all of these happened, but it just did. I was so A okay with my friends but when the party is over, when everyone goes home and I am all alone, the dark thoughts, the sad feelings, and the S**cidal ideas take over. And sobrang sad kasi di ko alam paano siya mawawala.  Di ko na ikkwento paano ko siya na-overcome, because I haven’t. I just learned how to divert my attention. How to keep my self busy. This post is not some “wiki how to” list, I’m just sharing so there’s that. Lately, naisip ko, this is almost the same experience I had before and then I’ve been in a healthy relationship and George disappeared. Then we broke up and after a few months, I’m back to where I started. I’m not one to go back to my ex but he surely helped me. I just didn’t think I would still be needing him in the future, kasi akala ko wala na si George.  Now here I am randomly swiping left and right on dating apps para lang mapainom ko si George dahil uhaw na uhaw siya, jowang jowa siya. I keep telling myself na hindi ko kailangan ng stranger to be okay, I have been independent since I am 19 and did not need anybody’s help for almost 8 years. Anong pinagkaiba ngayon? It’s sad. Sometimes, before I go to sleep, I think of how happy I could be if I can be in another healthy relationship. Someone who would take care of me, assure me that I am not alone, that I don’t have to say Hi to George every now and then. It bears repeating, someone who would take care of me. Sinasabi ko pa lang sa sarili ko, Sinusulat ko pa lang, parang sumasaya na ako, gumagaan na yung pakiramdam ko, na-eexcite na ako. Kaya inuulit ulit ko, What more if magkatotoo? I am so tired of taking care of everything by myself, It’s no fun. ang sarap sigurong i-enjoy yung mga bagay na ineenjoy ko ngayon with someone. I wanna share my little happiness. I want to share the darkness within me na tinatago ko ng tinatago. I want to let it all go with the help of that person. I just want to belong to someone.  - George
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caleiiiii · 3 years
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mcytbers as subway workers because i work at subway and i said so
i wrote this all at like 1 am im sorry
subway terminology (at least where i work)
waste out -means an item cant, or isnt, being sold, like overbaked cookies or expired milk. gets written down on a list for tax returns or smth
freezer pulls -pulling items from the freezer to the walk in fridge so they can thaw for the upcoming days
POS system -the software used for ringing up food, has a bunch of options per type of sandwich
generally 2 shift rotations , each one has a shift lead which is ur main opener or closer
characters
dream 
makes sandwiches so fast. 
how ??? 
he wraps the sandwiches immaculately as well
definitely a main closer
george 
just. disappears during a rush 
only to be found two hours later STILL doing dishes
dream and sapnap are not pleased.
sapnap 
convinces dream to waste out bread for him so he can eat it
gives ppl he likes free cookies 
terrible at wrapping sandwiches
tommy 
always works with wilbur and tubbo. always. 
he HATES freezer pulls but if he has to he can be seen SPRINTING between the freezer and the fridge
also bad at wrapping sandwiches
does all the online orders for tubbo because he cant read them well
tubbo 
loves to bake the bread and cookies
got a complaint once because he read an online order wrong so tommy always does them
hates ringing people up but loves to make the sandwhiches
technoblade
only works like 1 shift a week but its the most goddamn productive shift of anyone.
always makes sure they are selling potato soup when hes working
another main closer
wilbur
always controls the radio in the store
always works with tubbo and tommy, drives them to work
bribes others so he doesnt have to do the dishes
main opener
philza
the manager
super chill about scheduling
turns a blind eye to people “accidently” dropping cookies and wasting them out
niki
a goddess at baking the bread and cookies
never burns anything ever
everybody wants to work with her shes so nice
fundy
is really good at ringing those ppl up with 28372 coupons
horrible at making sandwiches tho
the only one that knows how to fix the soda machine when it breaks
quackity
always gets asked to translate the writing on the boxes since its in spanish 95% of the time
loves stocking the milk cooler so he can take home the expired sodas n shit
always forgets to remind customers when stuff costs extra
schlatt
that one transfer from another store that does everything
slightly wrong.
its been long enough now that he should know better but nobody wants to correct him.
eret
has tons of pins on his hat, 10/10
really good at making the wraps
always says hello when customers enter
karl
the new hire
immediately taken under sapnaps wing, much to the chagrin of dream
much more bread is now wasted out.
bbh and skeppy
regulars that are just. always there
they know all the employee gossip and get discounts on food
phil is .5 seconds away from asking them if they want a job
normal shift schedules
wilbur, tommy, tubbo (day shift)
dream, george, sapnap (night shift)
eret, niki, fundy (day shift)
technoblade, quackity, schlatt (night shift)
karl mainly works with the dteam, but jumps around
random things
the cookie incident
once tubbo accidently overbaked like 2 dozen cookies
so he and tommy ate all of them during their shift
they did not come into work the next day.
dream and techno rivalry
dream and technoblade have a rivaly about who can close and leave the store the quickest
eventually they decide to time themselves and race eachother on their respective shifts
techno wins with a time of 3 minutes before theyre officially allowed to close.
they both get yelled at by phil
technoblade’s only mistake
the only mistake technoblade has made ever was accidently leaving the bread cabinet open overnight
wilbur, tubbo, and tommy find it in the morning and have to throw all the bread out
tommy and tubbo split the bread and each leave with a garbage bag full of subway bread
wilbur still wont let techno live it down.
hacker things
once fundy hacked the POS system to give him a 100% discount
used it for about a month before someone (quackity) accidently pressed the option and snitched to phil
luckily, he just sighed and reset the system
cookie dough
wilbur comes up with the idea to pop raw cookie dough in the microwave and eat it half baked
phil comes in one day only to make -direct eye contact- with tommy as he and tubbo lick cookie dough off of some deli paper
allows it to happen as long as they pay for the dough
subway garlic bread
on a really slow day niki and eret are goofing off and create
~subway garlic bread~
it instantly becomes a secret menu favourite among employees and regulars
the bet
once skeppy bet quackity and schlatt that they wouldnt start a fake argument during rush hour
skeppy recorded the whole thing
technoblade can be seen in the backround silently making sandwiches as quackity and schlatt scream at eachother about if quackity has a “flatty patty”
phil tries to be mad but sees all the tips they made and lets is slide
sacrifices
george is the one always sacrificed to deal with the crabby middle aged moms
its his punishment for not helping during the rush.
torture
sometimes for fun wilbur takes his meal break right before the dinner rush
tommy stares at him in fury the whole time.
betting pool
none of the employees can tell if bbh and skeppy are dating
its to the point that they keep a betting chart on a white board next to the “top failure of the week” spot
subway ghost
after a few freak instances wilbur is positive that the subway is haunted and convinces phil to let him do a séance after hours
he manages to convince half the staff that the store is haunted
(the ghost is drista or smth idk aksjdhajk)
top failure of the week
a tally on the white board in the back room of who dropped/wasted out thw most items
sapnap has the record top failure of the week, dropping a total of 42 loaves of bread in a week
schlatt got put on the board once. never again.
enamel pins
tubbo finds a enamel pin of a bee that he puts on his visor
its not technically allowed but phil lets him do it anyway :)
bandanas
tommy and tubbo take subway bandanas from the back room and initial them before trading with eachother
nobody comments that theyre not technically allowed to have a hat and a bandana
the war
at some point a rivalry breaks out between the day staff
wilbur, tommy, tubbo, niki, eret, and fundy
and the night staff
dream, sapnap, george (techno, karl, schlatt, and quackity stay out of it)
what starts out tame eventually leads to workers purposely messing up stuff for the next shift to deal with, like not stocking the fridge or mopping the floor 
at some point eret switches to the night shift
the day shift does not take it well.
 after about 2 weeks phil is forced to step in as the store quality starts to go downhill
he closes the store for a day and makes everyone clean it u
 techno watches from outside the windows with a bag of popcorn
pogway
tommy starts placing the stickers they use to wrap sandwiches everywhere with the words “pogway” on them
everyone can tell its his handwriting but no one can catch him placing the stickers
phil even checked the cameras, still no trace of him
subway gun
sometimes tommy goes around spraying others with a spray bottle full of water used on the bread
he calls it the “subway gun”
wilbur gets fed up hides it in the freezer overnight
thats all for now! if i come up with anything else i might add it lol
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“I Think He Knows” - A Kingsman Fanfic
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TSwift Songfic Week Day 5
Pairing: Agent Whiskey x M!Reader
Warnings: 18+ Explicit (Pining, dirty talk, hand jobs, oral sex)
A/N: I feel like there’s a lack of M/M in the Pedro cinematic universe fandom, so here’s some bisexual Whiskey having a good time with a fellow male agent.
Summary: You and Agent Whiskey are paired together for an out-of-state mission. On your last night, your pining and his flirting finally come to a head.
I think he knows his hands around
A cold glass
Make me wanna know that body
Like it's mine
The mission was long but you were finally finished with it. Three weeks in Dallas were more than enough for you, and you were looking forward to getting home to your own bed and your own office in Kentucky. You were aching for the privacy it offered, after spending almost a month sharing a hotel room with your fellow agent. This time you’d been paired up with Agent Whiskey, and because of that you were glad the trip was almost over.
It’s not because Agent Whiskey- Jack - was incapable. Quite the opposite. He was extremely efficient and good at his job but he was also… extremely attractive. Which was a huge distraction.
You took pride in being a capable agent but Jack and his pretty face compromised that. You’ve never been in a situation like this before. Lusting over your coworker felt extremely unprofessional, but it was impossible to ignore him. He was an in-your-face kind of guy, always butting in with a comment or joke, always using his body as a weapon. He’d lounge around your shared hotel room in nothing but a thin towel, his wet hair draped across his forehead, and you swear he did it on purpose. The man knew how attractive he was and he obviously loved flaunting it.
He was tall and tan, with soft brown hair, a pair of beautiful round eyes that seemed to sparkle with amusement, and a smile that made your knees weak. The downside was that his smile made just about everyone weak. You were living in your own personal hell. Every single day having to watch Jack be attractive without even trying, and then watch as everyone in his vicinity tried to flirt with him. Tonight he was wearing a black leather jacket and extremely tight jeans, looking more like a movie star than an undercover agent. The man could pull off anything. It’s actually unfair.
You were out at some dive bar, celebrating the end to a successful mission before flying home tomorrow. It was Jack’s idea of course, but you’d agreed because you needed a stiff drink after these three long weeks and honestly you couldn’t say no to him.
“Another round, kid?”
You glanced up and saw him staring at you, a twinkle in his bright eyes. His hand gripped his empty whiskey glass and you eyed your own half-full drink. You couldn’t throw it back like him.
“I’m good for now,” you answered.
He nodded and slapped you on the shoulder as he stood up, “I’ll get you another one anyway. You better finish that by the time I get back.”
You sighed as you watched him walk away. His ass looked fantastic in those jeans. All the training and harsh exercise routines that Champ put the team through really worked for him. No wonder he could get any pretty thing he wanted.
Speaking of which, he seemed to have turned his affections on someone else. You groaned, your eyes never wavering from where Jack stood. He was currently making small talk with the pretty brunette bartender. He was giving her the full Whiskey treatment- gazing at her with those soft, mocha-colored puppy dog eyes and giving her a charming half-grin. Watching him flirt was simultaneously entertaining and torturous. He threw his head back, laughing at some dumb joke the bartender must have said, and you almost growled out loud as you hungrily stared at his neck.
Stupid horny bastard.
He got that boyish look that I like in a man
I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans
It's like I'm seventeen, nobody understands
No one understands
You were getting really sick of hiding your partial hard-ons and jacking off in the cold shower, but everything the man did was hot. The deep voice and accent alone were enough to get you going on most days. God, you hadn’t felt like this since high school.
If Jack noticed you staring or caught on to the fact that you took extra long showers, he didn’t say anything. You were openly out at the agency and your sexuality wasn’t a secret. When you first joined the Statesmen, you felt you had something to prove at work, as if you had to demonstrate your masculinity by keeping up with the largest members of the team. But you’ve excelled in your role for years now and you were beyond proving yourself at this point. You were just glad that Agent Whiskey wasn’t one of the people who cared that you liked men.
In fact, he treated you just like he treated everyone-- this meant he wasn’t shy about flirting and teasing you. Sometimes it seemed like he was coming onto you, but you had to remind yourself that he was like that with everyone-- you weren’t special and there was no way he was actually interested.
Before falling asleep each night, you’d listen to Jack’s soft snores and run scenarios through your head of every possible way that you could share your feelings. You thought about all of the things you could say, and all of the ways Jack could react. It was agonizing but your analytical mind couldn’t stop. You wished you had the courage to just ask him out. The worst that could happen is he’d say ‘no’ and maybe request to never work with you again, but then at least you’d be free of him.
Wanna see what's under that attitude
Like, I want you, bless my soul
And I ain't gotta tell him
I think he knows
A loud laugh suddenly interrupted your thoughts and you looked over to the bar again. The bartender was giggling and grasping at Jack’s arm. The sight made your stomach turn, and you made a quick decision to get out of there before you had to watch them start making out over the bar.
You stepped up next to Jack and finally drew his attention away from the girl.
“Hey, hold off on my drink. I’m gonna head out,” you told him.
“What? Come on now, it’s so early!”
“Yeah. I just don’t really feel like hanging out anymore. I’ll see you back there.”
Before Jack could respond, you threw down some cash on the bar and turned away. You were already across the floor and on your way out the door when a hand on your arm stopped you.
“Hey. Are you pissed at me or something?”
“No,” you muttered, trying to ignore the shot of arousal you felt when he grabbed you, “I just don’t feel like sitting in the corner, watching you flirt with some chick.”
You tried to turn away from him, but Jack let out a quiet “ohhh” of understanding. His grip on your arm tightened.
“We’ve been on this mission for weeks now, and on our last night you finally decide to say something?” Jack laughed, turning you around so you were facing him again. He invaded your personal space, ducking his head and trailing his nose along your neck and jaw.
“What?” you asked, confused because he couldn’t possibly mean...
“You're so slow, that’s what,” Jack mumbled, his lips tracing along your neck. It felt amazing, but... was Jack- your fellow agent and known womanizer- really nuzzling your neck right now?
“I'm confused, are you really into this?” you asked again, trying to hold back a moan. Jack pulled away and looked at you with huge eyes.
“God, you’re an idiot. I've been sending you obvious signs, makin’ eyes at you and showing off what I got, and now I'm literally biting your neck, and you're still asking?” Jack said incredulously. You searched his face and saw eyes that were filled with desperation and lust.
“I just assumed…”
“I like it both ways, kid. Is that clear enough for you?”
He then took one step forward and kissed you fully on the lips. There was only a moment of shock before you melted into the kiss, pressing your bodies closer and running your hands over Jack’s shoulders and back. All of your worries disappeared then. You didn't feel the terrible anxiety that constantly filled you with dread. Your mind stopped frantically thinking about every possible worst case scenario. Everything stopped. There was only Jack.
“Oh ohhhh right. Yeah I’m an idiot,” you quietly mumbled against his lips, “Want to go back to the hotel?”
“Fuckin’ finally,” he replied with a grin.
Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh
We can follow the sparks, I'll drive
So where we gonna go?
I whisper in the dark
You weren’t sure how you made it back to the hotel so quickly, but as soon as you tumbled through the door, Jack had you pinned to the bed underneath him. His hands roamed all over your torso, and he pulled the shirt over your head and tossed it aside before quickly doing the same to his own. The room was filled with your little whimpers every time Jack ground his hips against yours. You stared up at him, his lips swollen and red bitten and eyes blown with lust, and you were positive that you looked just as debauched. He looked just as beautiful hovering over you as you’d always imagined, and you wanted to feel him everywhere.
“More,” you whined, canting your hips up into Jack’s.
He groaned and trailed his hands down your chest, his fingers brushing against your nipples, causing a moan to slip from your mouth. He continued his journey down until he reached the fly of your jeans.
“Lift up,” Jack mumbled, leaning in to kiss your neck as he tried to tug your pants down. You obeyed and soon your pants and your boxers were off, leaving you completely exposed.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he moaned, his fingers barely brushing over your erection, “You’re even prettier than I thought, darlin’.”
You groaned, pushing your body closer to Jack’s. As his hand slowly learned the feel of your cock, your own hands wandered all over his body. From his strong shoulders to his muscular back, to his waist, his hips, his thick thighs. You slipped one hand into his jeans to grab his ass, finally getting the chance to touch the part of Jack’s body you’d fantasized about the most. You could feel his clothed erection rubbing against your thigh as Jack continued steadily stroking your cock.
“Jack,” you whimpered, gazing into his dark, lust-filled eyes. You were barely able to control your thoughts properly since Jack’s pace was getting quicker and way too distracting. He grinned down at you.
“This good, baby? You want it a little rougher?” he asked, a groan slipping from his lips as you squeezed his ass in response.
Jack pushed forward and kissed you harder this time, moving his hand faster along your cock. Then he kissed his way down your neck, sucking and nipping all your sensitive spots. Suddenly he bit down hard on the skin between your neck and shoulder, following it up with a long lick with his wide tongue. That show of possessiveness was enough to push you right to the edge. You cried out as pleasure tore through you, coming in ropes all over Jack’s large hand. You gasped for breath, your chest rising and falling as your head lolled against the pillows.
Jack hovered over you, continuing to kiss your neck and upper chest as you came down from your high. “I’ve been told I’m good with my hands, can I get a confirmation on that, darlin'?“ he asked with a cocky grin.
Your eyes blinked open and you smirked at him. “You’ve got the confirmation all over your hand.”
“Ooooh, so he’s mouthy all of a sudden. Guess I just had to get you in bed to see the sassy side of you, huh?” Jack tutted.
“I’ll show you mouthy,” you muttered, blushing at the stupid euphemism even as you trailed a line of kisses down Jack’s sternum and belly.
When you reached the top of his jeans, you surprised your fellow agent by flipping him over and yanking his pants down in one fluid motion. Jack growled at the switch, but when you took his cock into your mouth, he gasped and surged forward. You enjoyed the desperate moan he made as you swallowed him completely, his hips bucking into your mouth. But you wanted to take your time with this. You grasped his hip bone with one hand and held him down, before pulling off his cock and moving to lightly lick his balls. Jack was making beautiful, desperate noises and you loved the idea that this strong, confident agent was falling apart because of you. You smiled against him and swiped your tongue along the bottom of his shaft before taking him fully into your mouth again.
“Holy hell, you’re fuckin’ amazing,“ Jack groaned as you bobbed up and down on his cock, “I’m so close-”
You sucked harder and reached your other hand down to fondle his balls again as Jack thrust into your mouth. Soon he was arching forward and shouting your name. You let him come in your mouth, swallowing his seed down like it was another shot at the bar.
When you looked up at Jack from between his legs, you grinned. He had his head tilted back, one hand thrown across his mouth as he stared at the ceiling, breathing heavily. When he felt your eyes on him, he looked down at you with a satisfied smile.
“Damn, that was…”
“Amazing,” you cut him off, “Even better than I imagined.”
“So you imagined it, huh?”
Unable to control the urge any longer, you leaned forward and pulled Jack into a sweet, affectionate kiss. You ran your fingers through his soft hair and you could feel him grinning the whole time. When you finally pulled back, he was still smiling but he also looked a bit confused.
“Why haven’t we done this sooner?” he asked.
“I was convinced you were straight. I’ve been a fucking mess trying to decide if I should say something or not,” you replied.
Jack hummed and reached for you, but you chuckled and pulled away.
“You need a shower,” you said, “Then we can talk some more.”
“Only if you join me, sugar...”
I want you, bless my soul
I ain't gotta tell him
I think he knows
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afro-hispwriter · 3 years
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ALICIA CLARK X FEM DIXON READER
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After Ricks disappearance (twd) and Fixing the plane era(ftwd)
F/I- first initial
Warnings- language, implied smut
a/n- i wrote this a long time ago, its been posted on on wattpad for a while so i decided to post it on here… Enjoy!
Rick was gone, things were falling apart. Your dad, Daryl left the communities to join search parties all the way until he was the last one searching. Michonne and you wanted to keep looking but her pregnancy was to far along, and you basically took care of her and Judith. The atmosphere feels familiar just like when Carl died, you and him were best friends, you supported him in every one of this decisions even helped him get with Enid.
But this felt worse.
The person who has made sure everybody survives is dead. The man who was a mentor to you, the man who saved your father in countless occasions is dead. Morgan left almost 2 years ago and nobody heard from him. You knew Rick and him were close, he helped Rick when he came out of hospital. He deserves to know what happened and you will make sure of it.
-
"I want to go out and see the world for myself and I want to find Morgan." You said at dinner to Michonne and surprisingly who joined your dad.
"Excuse me what, you want to leave a whole state and travel to Texas just to see the world and find Morgan and for what?" Asked Michonne raising an eyebrow. Your dad sighed and leaned back in his chair.
"I agree kid. Why?" He asked looking at you.
"Ok first I'm pretty sure I'm 18, I'm supposed to be enrolling for college planning out my life, seeing what else is out there. I can take of myself of the time I have been surging in this world I can make it I'm sure if it. And second all of us know how much Rick meant to Morgan, I can go to Texas and tell him what happened maybe he will even come back even if it's for a little bit." You said enthusiastically. The adults shook their heads taking in the information.
"I'll think about it." Said your dad and Michonne nodded going back to eating.
"There's gotta be another reason you wanna leave." Said Daryl as you walked to your home.
"I already said why Dad." You said looking ahead
"No, you didn't I know ma own kid." He said stopping and he grabbed your arm so you would stop as well making you roll your eyes.
"I hate the atmosphere that is going on, it's like when Carl died but worse and I hate it. I just need to go, I need fresh air Dad, i need to see whats out there maybe even help people." You said throwing your arms in the air looking up at the sky. Daryl smiled, you would always talk about helping people when you were just 4 years old. But now that the apocalypse happened he never thought he'd actually have to let you be on your own anytime soon, maybe it was time.
"Alrigh I'll talk to Michonne tomorrow, I'll get ya that trip." He said and you smiled before pulling him into a big hug.
"Thank you father." You said and he chuckled.
-
"Ok y/n, ya have a high range walkie(i know those don't exist for very long distances)for when you get farther and farther away from ere and you have food to last a month or so and water for a week or two. And gas in the car to last Ya couple miles at least to get out of Virginia. A map, a gun with 2 rounds, and please try to put notes or something out there to tell me your alive, please I don't want to go out lookin for ya. Cant loose you kid." Said your dad who it was clear was very nervous on letting you leave.
"I'll be fine dad, I have been taught from the best of the best." You said and then you saw his eyes water.
"No, no dad don't cry because then I will. We have to be strong i promise I'll be fine. We agreed on 2 months if I'm gone more than that or if you don't hear from me when those months come to an end you come looking for me." You said holding back the tears.
"I know kid, I know it's just ya growin to fast." He said looking at you.
"Fuck it come ere kid." He said and pulled you in for a tight hug. You hugged him back hard, soaking up his affection, which definitely doesn't come everyday. You pulled away and looked up at him.
"I'll be fine dad ok, I'll be back." You said and backed up, everybody stood around and you waved before looking at Michonne and pointed at her belly.
"I better be godmother when I come back." You said smiling
"Yes ma'am." She said with a smile on her face. You got in the car and turned it on, you had some doubts on leaving but knew this has to happen. Your dad came to the window and leaned on it and you took in a breathe.
"Please don't loose yourself, if you have to stop stop. Don't leave the people who care about you." You told your dad and he sighed knowing exactly what you meant by that. He was looking for Rick so much it was taking him away from you. Daryl stepped back and you smiled at everybody and waved.
"I'll be back in 2 months I promise." You announced and they all smiled, you put the car in drive and drove off watching the gates close behind you.
"Y/n can you hear me." Your dad said over the walkie and you grabbed it.
"Yeah dad I can hear you."
-
You got to Tennessee right before the car stopped. You sighed and looked around to see if there was anything a car or a store. You grabbed the walkie and took in a breathe, please work, you thought.
"Dad can you hear me?" You asked and heard static then his voice.
"Ya I can, ya alright?" He asked
"Ya I'm fine, I'm in Tennessee but I think that soon probably a couple more miles you won't be able to hear me so im starting with the notes." You said and held back tears.
"Alright I love ya." You heard him sniffile before the walkie went out.
"I love you to dad." You said and out the walkie away and grabbed the pack. You opened the pack and grabbed the note book and pen. You wrote, STILL ALIVE- F/I, and looked for a place to put it. After an hour you found a gas station and put the note on the counter under a rock.
"Dad not sure if you can hear me but, if you do come for me I'm leaving notes in stores." You put the walkie back and grabbed your knife and stabbed a walker that came for you.
-
Almost 13 days (that's what google said). 13 days and nights of running and hiding from herds. Avoiding people, some you had to kill. Your feet hurt even after taking a days break in Arkansas but you finally have reached Texas. Not knowing where Morgan is you decided to use the walkie every few miles in. You looked at the map and Texas was huge, it could take a few weeks to find him, if he is even alive. But you needed a break so you needed to find somewhere safe. You found a house that looked safe enough so you cleared it, only 3 walkers where in it.
You set up a fire and out a can of beans over the fire. You grabbed the map and decided where you should head to next.
(A/n- I read that season 5 of fear is filmed in New Braunfels, Texas and its near Austin soon)
Austin, Texas, in school in Alexandria the teacher said Austin is pretty popular. Morgan could be there so that's where you would start. You took a 2 days rest and even found a lake to bathe in, after getting supplies you made your way to Austin. You left a note at the WELCOME TO TEXAS sign and left another at store the another. There was a hotel a little father form the house and out another there.
After a day or so you were closer to Austin and decided it's time to try with the Walkie.
"Morgan, it's Y/n I'm in Texas, I don't know if your alive but I'm here." You said and put the walkie away after no answer. You walked for what seemed hours when you saw the Austin sight and grabbed the walkie.
"Morgan I'm in Austin." You said into the walkie and decided to start trying different channels as you repeated the question though each. You tried the last channel and was about to put it away when you heard voices and your heart sped up.
"Morgan?" You asked and kept moving the circle to hear it more clearly.
"John, June you there." Someone said, it was a deep voice and noticed it was Morgan's voice.
"Morgan, Morgan, it Y/n Dixon from Alexandria, please hear me." You said pleading to yourself.
"Y/n wha-." He started. "What are you doing out here so far, where are you?" He asked.
"Umm I'm by the Welcome to Austin sign. Where are you maybe I can find you." You said and out down to the ground pulling the map out."
"I have two people close to you y/n, don't be alarmed their names are John and June." He said and you sighed.
"Ok." You said wearily.
"John, June did you hear that." Asked Morgan and a female bodice came through.
"We hear you Morgan, on our way Y/n." A man said.
"Hang tight y/n." Said Morgan and you sat back. You grabbed a paper and pen and wrote. FOUND MORGAN. You sat there for a while when a car approached and stopped next to you, you raised you knife reading to attack of nesassary. The window went down and the man and woman out there hands up.
"Hold on hold on young lady I'm John and this is June, we come to get you." John said and you hesitated.
"We won't hurt you i promise." June said. You nodded and grabbed your stuff and opened the car. You sat down and watched John and June's every move.
"So where did you come from?" Asked John and you sighed.
"Long story." You breathed out a laugh and they smiled.
"Guess we will know about it after you meet Al." Said June and you cocked your head to the side.
"Who's Al?" You asked wearily.
"She was journalist before and she interviews everybody on their stories." Said John and you nodded.
-
"Morgan, who is y/n?" Asked Alicia as she and Luciana approached him.
"She's comes from Virginia and Alexandria like me, she's around your age Alicia." Said Morgan smiling and Alicia rolled her eyes.
-
The car came to a stop out some gates and they opened. The car pulled in and people crowded around. John and June got out and your door opened revealing Morgan. You got out of the car and hugged him before pulling away to look over all the people. It was a whole bunch of little kids then a whole bunch of adults.
You looked around and your eyes fell on a very pretty girl with brown hair and hazel eyes. Her eyes where on you but they seemed defensive like yours at the moment. You felt uncomfortable and Morgan said to clear a path so you could sit down.
-
"I have been walking for almost 20 days, Car broke down when I reached Tennessee." You said to Al and she smiled. Everybody else was sitting around eating dinner as they heard your story how you arrived here.
"You have any family, back in Virginia?" She asked and you nodded.
"I have my dad, and more people who became my family, we have lost some but they will never be replaced." You said.
"Lover?" She asked and you shook your head no.
"Nope pretty much a virgin." You said and they all laughed.
Alicia started at you slowly relaxing that you were not a threat, all of them did.
"Why did you come here?" Asked Al and you sighed.
"I was 12 when the world started, I'm like 18 now. I'm supposed to be enrolling into college now, planning out my life going to go see what's out there. The apocalypse may have happened but I still want that chance. And Morgan I need to tell you something, privately." You said and he looked at you concerned. He gave Al a look and she shut the camera off then got the film. He stood up and you followed, he stopped just a few feet from everybody and waited for you to speak.
"Ricks gone." You said. "Gone not dead, just gone it's like he disappeared." You said looking down, thinking about that day.
"Wha- what how, what happened." He asked.
"Bridge explosion, he saved everybody." You said and Morgan nodded then you heard someone clear their throat.
"I'm sorry Morgan." Said June, you looked at him confused.
"I told them about Virginia, they how me and Rick go back." He said and you nodded.
"They haven't the body?" He asked and you shook your head.
"No, my dad, he has been looking out there by the bridge everyday, Michonne is pregnant with Ricks kid and she's about to give birth so she can't look anymore. And I was practically taking care of Judith so I couldn't either. And others have their own thing." You said and Morgan nodded again before walking off. You sighed and and smiled at the group.
"Anything else you guys want to know about me?" You asked and Al came forward.
"I want to know about the king and the tiger." Said Al and you nodded walking back to the fire.
-
You told everybody what you needed to know. Your guard was down long ago, you kept sneaking glances at the girl who's name is Alicia and she looked back at you as well. You got ready for bed when you were approached by Alicia.
"We never had a formal introduction, I'm Alicia Clark." She said holding her hand out and you shook it.
"Y/n Dixon."
You talked the night until you fell asleep from exhaustion. You learned about her family, all the things she has been through and you shared hers. She told you about her boyfriends and you felt a pang of jealousy, 'Gosh y/n you don't even know this girl,' you told your self. You fell asleep after an hour and Alicia put a blanket over you and whispered goodnight and left. You woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and got up. You looked in the mirror and braided your hair into two. You went outside and the people started building some type of plane. You approached Alicia as she was talking through a microphone looking at parts. She saw you approach and she smiled, you then looked up and saw a plane.
"Hey what's with the plane, didn't see that last night?" You asked Lucianna as you approached her, she smiled and sighed.
"A few weeks ago we were on a plane and we crashed landed a few miles from here, we actually came from here at first so we came back. Those kids they left biters out there tied up to keep us away, because it's not safe. We gained their trust and we are building this plane so we can get out of this place." She said sun you nodded you looked over the people and your eyes fell on him.
"Dwight?" You said sternly and he looked at you eyes widening.
"Mini Dixon, what are you doing out here?" He asked and you glared at him grabbing your knife when you felt a hang go to it, you saw Morgan shaking his head to stand down.
"What are you doing here, I thought you were dead?" You asked him.
"I'm lookin for Sherry, my wife, not trying to cause any trouble." He said and raised his good arm as a surrender. You nodded and stood down every body who watched went back to what they were doing. Alicia came in-front of you with a concerned look.
"So what's your story with him?" She asked
"He served the man who killed two people of my family and kept my father in a cage keeping him like an animal." You said looking at her with hard eyes.
You lended you knowledge on fixing things with the plane. It's clear they were grateful on your help, you fixed the engine to the best of your ability.
"Y/n want to come with me to a ware house, we need more parts." Said Alicia and you nodded. You made your way down and smiled at her.
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Small Alicia POV
Gosh she is so beautiful. I met her yesterday and I feel like I have known her since forever. Call me crazy but I'm starting to get feelings for her already.
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Regular POV
The butterflies in your stomach were almost painful when you were near Alicia. She was gorgeous, you felt like you could tell her everything and you almost have from Atlanta to now. You grabbed your backpack, emptying it out of anything that was worth leaving just encase. You took your knives and gun and left to find Alicia. She was waiting outside a car and got in when she saw you. You sat in the drivers seat and looked to see if anybody else was going, luckily no one was there.
"Anybody else going?" You asked and she shook her head.
"Do you have a problem with it, because I can get someone to come with us may-." She started but you shook your head no.
"I have no problem at all." You said and winked making her cheeks flush red. She drove to the warehouse and she told you the parts to look out for as well as food. You took out two walkers with your knives and looked back to see Alicia looking at you with awe.
"Never taken out biters with knives really." She said chuckling. You looked down and saw a metal pole that was sharpened at the edges.
"Well I mean that pole is badass, where did you get it, might need to get myself one." You asked.
"A water park." She said smiling and you nodded.
"Alright tell you what I teach you how to fight with knifes and we stay a little longer to find a pole similar to yours. Deal?" you asked holding your hand out. She thought for a second and took your hand and shook it.
"Ok come here stand in-front of me." You said as two walkers approached you both. She stood infront of you and you handed her your knives, you stood close to her.
"Now, you going to want to dodge them, go in between them. Remember you have to use strength to kill them just cant push it in. I'll be here just encase." You said. The walkers go closer and Alicia tightened her grip on the knives.
"Go you said." And she ducked as they swung at her, you backed up out of reach then one by one they were both put out.
"That was great, remember you gotta faster and if you have someone behind you, let's say as kid you have to push them back, maybe use you leg or arm. Even an adult if they don't notice you have to act quick." You said and she nodded cleaning the knives.
"Thanks I'll definitely use that, after I find knives." She said.
"If you can get a hunting knife there much stronger and lighter." You said and she nodded. You found a majority of the parts needed and headed back to the car.
"I found this." She said and handed you a metal pole with holes in it. You grabbed it and smiled at you, you got one of your knives and it's holster and handed it to her.
"Thank you Alicia, as a true thanks here's one of my knives, work with one just for now you will go better I just know of it." You said and she smiled brightly.
"Thank you, now let's get back and we can sharpen the edge." She said and started the car.
You kissed her cheek and pulled back getting a red face. You looked at her though the corner of your eye and saw her face was red.
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When you arrived back to the truck stop, she helped sharpen the metal pole. You and her had a flirty thing going on for the rest of the month until you started feeling sexual tension start to arise. The stares would last long as well as lingering touches, she thought you how to use the pole and you taught her knives. Everybody shared their knowledge with you and you did with them.
The plane was just about finished when you realized if they finish the plane you may loose them, loose her.
"So, where do you guys plan on going after getting the rest of your group?" You asked Alicia as she ate dinner, sitting on the ground.
"Not sure, definitely leave this area." She said and you nodded seeing how bad the area is, you sat down next to her and she offered some of her dinner but you waved it off.
"Maybe fly to Virginia." She said lowly and you looked at her like she was crazy.
"I'm just playing can't risk another crash, especially where the girl I likes home is." She said and looked at you. Your face went red and the butterflies in your stomach, she grabbed your chin and pulled your face closer to hers.
"Y/n Dixon I like you a lot, it's ok if you don't but-." She said but you silenced her with a kiss. She pulled you in harder making you moan, she set her dinner down and you pushed her on the ground, straddling her. You looked up and saw there were people still around so you pulled away.
"Want to take me to your tent?" You asked and she nodded, you got off her and held your hand out which she gladly took. She led you to her tent opening it and pulled you inside. You slid your shirt off and she did the same.
She looked at yours left arm and stomach and noticed a beautiful tattoos.
(This but all around the forearm)
(Something like that)
"Didn't know you had tattoos." She said and scratched her head.
"Oh yeah... do they bother you?" You asked.
"No no they are actually really hot." She said making you blush. You walked over to her and pushed her onto the makeshift bed.
"Wait crap I've never had sex with-." She started and you kissed her.
"It's ok, I'll teach you." You said and she looked at you confused.
"After Carl died, his girlfriend, Enid, and me got close and we ended up in bed together. It was just one night didn't mean anything." You said and stroked her hair.
"Didn't say that in the interview." She said and leaned back letting you crawl on top of her.
"Some things are just not to be meant to be said." You said and winked at her. You went down and captured her lips, she raised her hands and caressed your sides. You laid down on her putting your weight on her body making her moan.
"Just relax let me do the work." You said and trailed down her stomach.
a/n- once ftwd season 6 comes to hulu I’ll be able to continue my part 2
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BLCD Review: Kurui Naku no wa Boku no Ban; β3
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Title: Kurui Naku no wa Boku no Ban; β2 (狂い鳴くのは僕の番;β3)
Author/Artist: Kusabi Keri
Release Date: 2021/04/21
Cast:
Shingaki Tarusuke + Nakajima Yoshiki x Kobayashi Yuusuke
Furukawa Makoto x Shirai Yuusuke
Kawahara Yoshihisa
Synopsis: Third installment of the Beta series nobody asked for.
Review Proper
It’s Controversial Reviews: Season 3!
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It took me 5 months to get to this point. Five. EDIT: It’s now been EIGHT MONTHS. My known dislike for this series aside, I’ve actually listened to Torokete Otoshite Jigoku Made before this, which Shingaki Tarusuke and Tachibana Shinnosuke stars in, (courtesy of my lovely Mimi) that I was horrified to listen to Shingaki here. He did pretty badly on that one, and I had a big feeling that he was going to sound bad here, too. I was even contemplating on just skipping this one altogether ‘cause I also knew that I was not going to enjoy his performance in Tsunaida later. Ono, Shingaki, is something the matter? Wasn’t SatoTaku the one struggling in 2020 and you two were the highlights? Why is it reversed now? Lmao.
Going back to the plot, I won’t talk about it too much ‘cause I don’t want to spoil it for anyone else since it is the third and last volume. Not me really wanting to just post memes about how much I hated this shit and call it a day. I will say that out of all the omegaverse series spin-off that came out when this did, this was the most unmoving and not well thought out—it’s literally a poor man’s Romantic Joutou. And, although it ran for three volumes, it was so rushed regardless. But I guess it wouldn’t be a Kusabi Keri work if it wasn’t. 🤷 Man, and here I was readying for another bar fight with the people who come to my replies trying to defend whatever the fuck the omega’s name here was, but they’ve disappeared.
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Listen, the villains here are so un-fucking-believable, it’s almost funny. Co-workers throwing shade at that pussy ass bitch right in front of his face and their bosses? Excuse me? That never happens! And all the more that it won’t ‘cause it’s no secret that Utou dotes on their omegas. The fuck is that? Shiratori, the main antagonist, also has the lamest reason behind his revenge on Utou. “HoW’s It FeEL? To have your work and the person you love get taken away from you?” SCRATCH WHAT I SAID IN THE BEGINNING OF THIS PARAGRAPH. I’M SPOILING IT SO YOU DON’T HAVE TO READ IT.
Listen, listen. Shiratori really was pissy seeing how Utou hangs out so freely with omegas because he was in love with his TWIN BROTHER WHO HAPPENS TO BE AN OMEGA THAT GETS SENT AWAY TO BE PAIRED WITH SOMEONE ELSE BECAUSE THEIR DAD DOESN’T WANT TO ACCEPT THEIR RELATIONSHIP. I MEAN, DUH?! See, I would understand if Shiratori was jelly seeing Utou fucking any one of his many siblings who happens to be an omega, BUT NO! SHIRATORI’S THE ONLY BROTHER FUCKER HERE! He literally has 0 justifiable reasons behind his actions! What kind of dumbass villain is that, Kusabi Keri?! I mean, I don’t condone the isolation of his brother and their father’s discrimination towards omegas, but their father probably didn’t want to risk a scandal about his sons fucking each other, right??? This ain’t about your genders, dumbass, it’s you being a brother fucker!!!
AND, JUST LIKE WHAT I EXPECTED IN MY REVIEW FOR THE SECOND VOLUME, UTOU REALLY DID APOLOGIZE FOR EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED WHEN NONE OF IT WAS HIS GODDAMN FAULT! LITERALLY NOBODY ELSE APOLOGIZED EXCEPT FOR HIM! WHAT THE FUCK? 
And I know some of yall might like boohoo sex, but all of it was so rushed, I had vomit coming out of my nose from cringing. Don’t even get me started with that part when they have boohoo sex in front of Shiratori—
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Breathe, Cheska, breathe.
Okay, enough with the plot. Let’s jump into the technicalities now ‘cause too much rage is not good for my fragile health—fuck that. I just remembered how Kawahara underperformed here when he wasn’t even a lead. I hate this franchise. Anyway, everyone else did great as expected. I honestly loved how Shingaki’s Utou proposed to Sumi here. It was the smoothest thing wtf, and it’s literally the sole highlight of this whole shitshow apart from Karasuma-san’s and Takaba’s appearance. As for the accuracy to the manga, I can’t say much since I haven’t read the raws until I started typing this review. I actually couldn’t move on with my review because of this very reason. I mean, who the heck would want to go through that hell for the second time? 
I do have to admit that it’s a bit confusing to only listen to the BLCD without knowing context ‘cause there were instances where they would be warning Utou and Sumi about the consequences of voiding Sumi’s bond with Shiratori, and they don’t explain it fully. I might have missed it along the way, but I only remember the doctor saying “surgery” and “it had to be removed”, so I thought that Sumi’s dick was gonna get removed HAHAHAHA my dick fell off. I did manage to piece together that he was never gonna get another bond, will forever have his heat, and that he probably won’t live a long life, but lmao deserved.
I hate this for the nth time, and I hope Shingaki and Makonyan recognize my undying love for them. Also, I do have to add that we gotta stan Shirai Yuusuke’s Karasuma-san because that man omg. You gotta listen to him say, “I’m gonna have a smoke” and end up smokin’ dick instead. 
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I’m still mad that Otou-san and Sumi were able to have children while Miyabi and Takaba could not (I am hopeful tho). They deserve it, dang it.
In conclusion, I hate this plot-wise, but if you’re a fan of this, break a leg. It’s a pretty good adaptation. Thank fuck it’s the end and I can now delete Sumi and Shiratori’s existence out of my life. If you’re in search of another good omegaverse adaptation which features betas, I’d highly suggest Romantic Joutou and -wait for it- Kashikomarimashita Destiny. Both are award-winning, so satisfaction guaranteed!
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It’s you again. one.
bucky barnes x stark!reader.
summary; when Bucky sees you again a few months after the blip he can’t help but remember his past lover.
warnings; spoilers from the serie hehe prob angst & fluff ig lol mentions of tony’s death
notes; soooo it’s been a while since i’ve written something sooo this might suck ass lol anyways remember english isn’t my first language sooo yeah enjoy :D
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You were too tired to keep your eyes open, your body kept on swaying until you finally gave up making your head land on Bucky’s shoulder. His conversation with Sam getting interrupted when he felt your arms hug his metal arm.
Sharon had a smirk on her face and decided to start getting prepared for a meeting she had. “I have stuff to do so why don’t you guys enjoy the party? And don’t cause any trouble.” She said before leaving the room.
Sam stood up and began walking towards the door with Zemo following him. “You coming?” He asked his new partner.
“Uh, yeah, just let me lay her down.” Bucky answered and took your head carefully, guiding your body to lay properly on the couch, you were still holding onto his arm so he took one of the matching cushions of the couch and gave it to you so your arms could let go of his.
He took his jacket off and decided to cover you with it, making sure your back and arms were under it. He softly smiled and placed a piece of hair behind your ear so it wouldn’t tickle your face.
After that he turned around and saw both Sam and Zemo looking at him a subtle smirk. “What?”
“I’ve never seen you being so gentle.” He mocked gaining a groan from Bucky. “What’s up with that? Since the whole mission started you have been acting weird, is it because of Stark?”
“Depends on which one you’re talking about.” Bucky took one last glance at your sleeping figure.
“Her.”
Sighing, Bucky massaged his temple. “I need a drink first.”
*・゚。*・゚。*・゚。*・゚。*・゚。*・゚。*・゚。*・゚。*・゚。*・゚。*・゚。*・゚。
Back on Zemo’s private jet you decided to give everyone the cold shoulder, angry at them for leaving you without saying anything or at least leaving a note. You could’ve helped them with the hundreds of mercenaries that attacked them. Zemo placed a plate with food on it in front of you and gave you a small smile, trying to make you feel at ease.
Walking down the street with Zemo like nothings wrong made you feel on edge. Thinking that maybe the new copy of Steve would appear and make things harder but you kept on wishing that it wouldn’t be the case. Zemo lead the group to a unknown building.
“I’m gonna go on a walk.” Bucky said out of nowhere.
“Take Y/N with you, don’t what could happen.” Sam said and took your shoulder.
You rolled your eyes. “Sam, he can take care of himself.” Taking his hand off your shoulder you began walking to the buildings door, leaving everyone behind.
“See you guys in a bit.”
He came back after a few minutes and started talking about how the wakandians are looking for Zemo.
All of this mess made you wonder why were you there in the first place. Sure, you had nothing to do since your father died and also coming back after 5 years, didn’t help at all. But maybe you were there because Sam called, he was the only one who tried to search for you when you decided to disappear.
“Your TT would be proud of you.” Zemo’s voice brought you back into reality after watching their whole conversation and play it on your mind.
“What’s a TT?” You asked with furrowed eyebrows.
“Whatever, we need to get moving.” Sam spoke dismissing the question you made.
You weren’t sure if the plan would work, searching for Donya was harder that you could think of and it definitively made you wonder what could go wrong if anyone from the group made a mistake. And losing your powers didn’t help the situation at all. But that’s a secret. Nobody knows you lost them and the most important thing, nobody knows you’re slowly dying. So maybe that’s one of the reasons you decided to help Sam, doing a last mission until your body gives up. You just hoped you get to finish the mission and not die in the middle of it.
But now, you had to worry about another thing. And that is John Walker, getting himself in things he doesn’t understand nor is involved in. Waiting for Sam next to him wasn’t the best moment in your life, the only thing you could do was stare at him with dislike written on your face.
Feelings like your skins burned you decided to start rubbing the sides of your neck and Bucky didn’t let that pass through blind eyes.
“Are you okay?” Bucky asks with a bit of concern filling his voice.
“Uh, yeah.” You cleared your throat. “I’m probably getting sick, don’t worry.”
Before Bucky could say anything else, Walker decided to put the mission on risk and walk inside the building Sam and Karli were having a conversation. You extended your hand to hold John by the shoulder.
“Why don’t you go and take a seat? You’re going to ruin the plan if you walk inside.” You spoke, trying to hold in the pain and burning under your skin.
John pushed you and entered the building.
And just like that, the whole situation became a mess. Ruining and shouting, the only thing you had become used to in these days.
The Dora Milaje were now your only solution. And they definitely know how to make a good entrance.
“Why don’t you relax pal?” You said to John before he gets himself hurt by the Dora Milaje, but it was too late, he placed his hand on Ayo’s shoulder. Big mistake.
You decided to sit back and watch them fight, you and Zemo exchanged looks, you gave him a nod, letting him go to the bathroom and possibly run away.
“I told you to relax, it’s what you deserve for being an ass.” You spoke with mock towards John.
Before the Dora Milaje could leave, Ayo turned her head to you and extended her hand, which was holding a stick, just like the ones the Dora Milaje use but it looked different.
“Here, Shuri told me to give it to you.” You took it and placed on your back.
Now it was only Sam, Bucky and you.
You were too tired to keep going, there’s was no point in being there without powers, you could barely fight and it made you angry. But what made you feel even worse is that you didn’t know what was causing it and seeing your body fill in with different colored lines brought back some bad memories.
Tony was well-know for not sharing his feelings or thoughts. And that made it harder for you to help him. Being at a young age didn’t matter, you did understand what was happening to him, slowly dying by the toxins coming from his reactor.
Seeing the lines in his neck will always haunt you for the rest of your life. The worst part of it is that you couldn’t tell anyone about it, he made you promise not to tell Pepper or Happy and that also caused you some trauma. He made you believe you couldn’t vent out your problems to your family or friends. You didn’t have anyone. Not even Pepper. You decided not to bother her or Morgan with the “My adoptive dad died and I have no one else” act. So it was really hard to say anything to Bucky or Sam, you didn’t want them to know that your body is not the same since you fought against Thanos.
“Go to Sarah’s, I’ll tell her to receive you back at home, okay?” Sam took both of your shoulders. “You don’t look so well, let Buck and I finish this and then call me when you feel better.”
You nodded and decided to leave immediately. Before you could go, Bucky took your arm, grabbing your attention.
“Be careful, if something happens call me immediately.” He said in a serious tone. You pushed his hand off you and muttered a small yes.
Bucky’s eyes didn’t leave your figure until it disappeared behind doors. Sighing he took a seat on the coach.
“I think it’s time for you to tell me what’s happening between you and Y/N.” Sam demanded while crossing his arms.
Nodding, Bucky tapped the seat next to him, indicating Sam to sit there so he could start speaking.
“I’ve known her even before the mess at the airport started.” Bucky started to slowly speak. “Or at least her face.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Y/N, she looks like someone I used to know back in the 40s, her name was Sophia.” He explained with clear pain showing in his eyes. “Sophia and I met while I was preparing to become a soldier, she was a nurse back then.”
“What happened to her?” Sam asked with wonder running in his mind. He wanted to ask more questions about this person.
“Died of old age. I fell in love with her, but never saw Sophie again, after Steve rescued me I tried searching for her but nobody knew what happened to her and just decided not to tell anyone about it.”
“Not even Steve?”
Bucky shook his head and sighed. “When I saw Y/N back at the airport I thought my mind was playing games with me and that’s why I never touched her when Y/N and Tony decided to go against Steve and I.”
Sam patted his friends back, trying to bring him some kind of comfort but it didn’t help.
“And I’m just frustrated because I don’t know why she looks like Sophie, I asked the wakandians if they could find any information about Sophie and they found about her family, she had two kids and one of them had a girl.” Bucky bit his lips, trying to see if he could continue the story.
“You don’t have to tell me everything Buck, if it’s hard for you then you ca—“
Bucky’s voice interrupted him. “It’s fine. You see, everyone knows Tony adopted her, so it felt like there only was one answer. She had to be the daughter of Sophie’s children but then it was another death end. I recently found out that she’s not from Sophie’s family. It’s just fate I guess.”
“Maybe the destiny is giving you another chance to be with her.” Sam tried to give a good answer to him after what he said.
“I don’t think so but if it is that way, then I don’t deserve it”
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DIABOLIK LOVERS DAYLIGHT Vol. 2 Sakamaki Shuu [Track 5 + Epilogue]
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Original title: 愛しうる限り & エピローグ
Source: Diabolik Lovers Daylight Vol. 2 Sakamaki Shuu
Audio: Here
Seiyuu: Toriumi Kousuke
Translator’s note: This CD really did deliver near the very end and tugged onto my heartstrings BIG TIME. Shuu being honest with myself and realizing just how much he loves the MC is honestly one of my favorite things in the world. ;w; He definitely solidified himself as nr. 2 in my heart once more. (Sorry Shuu, Subaru will forever be number one. <3)
Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5 + Epilogue
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Track 5: As Long as our Love Lasts
Shuu is playing the violin again.
( At some point, I grew tired of counting, or even thinking about how many times I had played the same song, or how many days - or perhaps even months - had passed since she fell into a deep slumber. )
*Snap*
“Oh...The string...I haven’t taken care of this thing for a while, so I guess this was bound to happen. ...In the end, my song never reached you, huh?”
*Thud*
He walks over to the bed.
“I’ve honestly seen enough...of this never-changing expression. I wish I could have seen a glimpse of your past self for one last time, but I guess it can’t be helped.”
He takes a seat.
*Rustle*
“I’m sure you’re aware, but I always hated being waken up from my naps. Therefore, hearing your approaching footsteps was the most annoying sound in the world to me. However, having your face be the very first thing I saw when I opened my eyes after you interrupted my sleep, honestly wasn’t half bad. ...Just the fact I felt that way, means that you must have at least meant something to me. 
...If you were to ask me the same question you did before, then I would probably give you the following answer. ーー You are special to me. Not because your blood is delicious. You are the only woman on this planet who I wouldn’t want to lose, even if your blood were to disappear, If only I had said these words to you back then...”
Shuu suddenly collapses onto the sheets.
*Rustle* 
“...Ah...The effects are finally kicking in, huh? ...I haven’t been getting a wink of sleep as of late...So to ensure I can finally get a sound sleep...Cough, cough...”
*Cling*
“I drank a certain drug from this bottle earlier...You’re not going to wake up anyway...So you don’t mind if I sleep alongside you, right? Even if that is an eternal slumber...When you’re with me, I don’t mind. That’s just how much Iーー...”
He scoots closer.
*Smooch*
“...love you. ...Ugh...Cough, cough...Haah, haah...I finally gave you the words you’ve been dying to hear...yet you’re missing out on them...You foolish woman...Hahaha...I guess I shouldn’t say that, huh...? Ugh...”
Shuu loses consciousness.
*Shatter*
( I lost the feeling in my limbs, before my mind went blank as well and before I knew it, I was unable to think of anything. I couldn’t fight back against my heavy eyelids. Now I can finally get some rest again. ーー That’s what I thought, yet...Aah, there it is again. I can hear her voice again. Per usual, she’s calling my name as if her life depends on it. I’ve heard this voice a million times, but in the end, it’s nothing but my mind playing tricks on me. Even if I wake up, you won’t be there anyway. Therefore, I chose eternal sleep. )
*Rustle* 
( You’re persistent...Guess you’re stubborn even within my dreams, huh? )
You continue to call his name.
( Oh come on...Just let me sleep... )
You persist.
( Like I said, pipe down. Don’t shout my name over and over... )
*Rustle rustle*
“Nn...Hm? ...Ugh...”
*Rustle*
“What do you want? I was having such a nice nap...”
*Rustle*
“Ah...Oh? You...are awake? So that wasn’t just a hallucination right now? Or rather, why are you crying?”
You tell Shuu you thought he had died.
“Died? ...Oh, right. Why am I alive as well? Did you do something?”
You continue to sob.
“I can’t tell when you’re bawling like that...Hm? The taste of your blood...lingers inside my mouth.”
You explain.
“...You frantically tried to feed me your blood thinking that might be able to bring me back to life? I won’t deny that my wounds heal quicker when I have your blood...but I didn’t think it could serve as an antidote as well. Your blood really is something else. Well, you still won against it though. ...Oi, I don’t mind if you’re crying, but give me a good look at your face.”
*Rustle*
“I’m asking you to move closer. My body still feels heavy, I can’t move. Come on, scoot over.”
You move closer.
“How long has it been...? I’m actually reflected in your eyes.”
Shuu embraces you.
“Haah...”
*Rustle*
“Keep still. I can’t put in much strength since my arms are still numb.”
You ask Shuu what happened.
“I’m the one who wants to know what happened. Honestly, what made you suddenly wake up? Is it because I finally genuinely admitted my own feelings...?”
You tilt your head to the side.
“You know, you’ve been asleep this whole time, remember?”
You look at him in surprisement.
“Don’t tell me, you didn’t have a clue?”
You nod.
“Well, it happened out of nowhere, so I guess it’s obvious considering you were unconscious as well. ...No, it’s fine if you don’t remember. That was a nightmare anyway.”
You ask him if it was rough.
“...Yeah.”
*Rustle*
“A lot happened...It was one hell of a ride. But right now, rather than letting you go...”
*Smooch*
“Haah...Come on, don’t get all surprised over a little kiss still. However, I don’t dislike that side of you either. When you were asleep, you wouldn’t react no matter how many times I did this after all.”
*Smooch*
“...What? Don’t panic.”
You note his behavior seems off.
“Weird? You’re the last person I want to hear that from though. I told you, remember? I went through a lot. That being said, it doesn’t matter. It’s just...I came to realize a few things.”
You tilt your head to the side. 
“How you felt, for example. Or how important it is to put things into words every now and then. ...And what you mean to me, I suppose. ...I believe you woke up because I finally understood those things. Well, you don’t seem to realize that yourself though. Oh, right...I should apologize while I can. I’m sorry for acting indifferent towards you up till now. I deeply regret it. Soーー”
*Rustle rustle*
“...Please don’t get upset and fall into a slumber again, it pains me”
You tell him you never meant to do that to him.
“Even if that wasn’t your intention, it still happened. And it was much more wicked than having you lash out at me or run away from home. Not to mention it was extremely bothersome. I had to look after you 24/7, right? In that regard...you really are a handful.”
You apologize.
“Haha...You don’t need to say sorry, really. I’ve already accepted it. I’m to blame for falling in love with such a woman.”
Your eyes widen in sheer surprise.
“...What?”
You ask him to repeat himself.
“I said I love you, what about it? I said it earlier as we...Ah, right. I guess you didn’t hear me back then since you were still asleep. ...Haha, look at those rounded eyes, your face looks hilarious. ...I really do prefer seeing you like this.”
*Smooch*
“I understand you are having trouble believing me. I’ve only got myself to blame for that. However, I’m sure you’ll soon come to realize. I already had plenty regrets while you were asleep. From here on out, I’ll tell you these words until you’ll be tired of hearing them ーー How much I love you, that is.”
*Smooch*
Track 6: Epilogue
“...Hey.”
You turn around.
“You’re ogling way too much. It looks shameless, so come here.”
You run over
“Is an instrument store really that special to you?”
You nod.
“Well, I can imagine you have little affiliation with these places. When I bring up the name of a composer, you usually look at me as if I’m speaking Chinese. Although despite that, you seemed happy to visit this place.”
You explain.
“Ahー So that’s why. Honestly, it would have been much easier to just come by myself, but I’d rather not make you upset again by ignoring you.”
You smile, thanking him.
“...I see. Whatever. ...Anyway, I requested a full maintenance along with replacing the broken string, so it might take a while. We’ll get in the way if we wait here, so let’s go over there.”
The two of you move to another room.
*Creaaak*
You look around.
“It’s a test room. Customers can use this place to test out the intruments before purchase. There’s nobody here right now, so the owner said we can make ourselves comfortable.”
You ask Shuu if he plans to buy a new violin.
“No, I’m not buying anything. I like my current violin.”
You seem confused, wondering why you’re here then.
“You really are a fool, aren’t you?”
Shuu pulls you closer.
*Rustle*
“To kill some time, obviously.”
You get slightly flustered. 
“It’s a perfect way to combat the boredom, no? It’s muh more comfortable than having to wander around outside. On top of that...This place is soundproof. You can scream as loud as you want, nobody will hear. I’m sure you like the sound of that as well? ーー That being said, we have to think about your health. I doubt you’re already back in top shape, so I won’t do anything if you don’t want me to.”
You hesitate. 
“Hm~? In that case, you want it?”
You go quiet.
“Cat got your tongue? I seem to recall a certain someone was displeased because they were being ‘used’?  Clearly tell me what you want. Right now, I can actually live up to your wishes. ...What do you want from me?”
You ask for his fangs. 
“Hehe...I hate being ordered around, but hearing you beg for it isn’t bad at all. Especially when it’s the words ‘Suck my blood, please’.”
Shuu bites you.
“Mmh...Nn...I said you could make all the noise you want, remember? It’s not like anyone but me can hear.”
You get embarrassed. 
“Heh. First you beg for it and now you get all embarrassed. You’re kind of contradicting yourself there, no? Well, it doesn’t matter. In that case, I’ll go for one of your more sensitive spots so you won’t be able to suppress your voice. Mmh...”
*Gulp*
“Hah...Exactly...Let me hear more...Why still hesitate at this point?”
You explain. 
“You’re worrying for nothing per usual. You no longer need to be scared that I’ll find you annoying or get tired of you. Well, I won’t deny that there’s times I get a little irritated by your behavior. I’m sure I might be a little grumpy when you disturb my sleep as well. 
However, I would never grow to dislike you over something like that. I already know what kind of woman you are. You’re the type to beg for my fangs in a place like this. On top of that, a loudmouth who loves to meddle with other people’s affairs and quite the handful at times. To be honest, too much of a bother to keep by one’s side. 
You puff out your cheeks. 
“Haha. It’s the truth, no? However, despite all of that, I don’t want to let you go. So don’t worry. Just let out your voice to your heart’s content, giving yourself over to me all you want. I’ve already decided I will love every side of you after all.”
*Smooch*
ーー THE END ーー
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Sol i need headcanons for the brothers, please im begging you
BRUH I GOT YOU
I’m currently working on some little fics for them BUT I CAN GIVE YOU SOME DETAILS BECAUSE I’M DYING TO SHARE
(Warning, gets a little dark towards the middle, but overall fine. Sorry for the long read. I went for a DEEP dive on the Age Gap Au)
Ace was put into foster care 4 hours after his birth. His father died before he was born and his mother died during childbirth. Ace had nothing to his name but physical traits of the dead (Like his father's sharp eyes and his mother’s freckles) He grew up with a need to prove himself and to gain something that truly belonged to him all on his own.
Sabo was placed in foster care when he was 5 because of an altercation with his abusive and possesive parents, involving him having broken ribs and running away.
Ace and Sabo met in a halfway home for troubled youths when they were 6. (They both had issues with authority and past placements in foster homes, so they quickly bonded over that, and decided to stick together ever since)
Their bond was so strong that ‘honorary’ brothers didn’t really fit them. They were brothers. And they stuck together and stood up for one another like it was them against the world (which sometimes it was)
They would often run away from the halfway home they were at, trying to earn a living on their own on the streets, and often commit petty thefts in order to survive. 
These little runaway trips wouldn’t last long though, because they were always caught by Officer Garp, a police officer that happened to have a knack for catching little runaways.
However tough Garp acted though, he had an incredibly big soft spot for these two little brats that were only trying to make their lives better. These two kids, barely 8 years old, who had so much hatred for the world because of adults in their lives that failed them. Adults that hurt them, giving them scars and bruises on their hearts just as easily as the scars and bruises on the little frames. 
After a particular runaway incident, Ace breaks down and confesses about all the horrible placements he and Sabo had been in before. How social services always judge Ace’s sharp eyes and label in a problem child, how Sabo’s quick wit always get him in trouble with the adults, how they both have scars and bruises from past foster homes they were placed in, and that's why Ace and Sabo runaway. They’re tired of getting placed in bad homes. They’re tired of having adults try to separate them. Ace is all Sabo has and vice versa because that's the only person in the whole world who they trust to not hurt them. And Garp thinks that’s the last fucking straw.
Garp, much to Ace and Sabo’s but nobody else’s surprise, adopts both the boys, and takes them into his own home. Because dammit, if they’re just gonna runaway, they might as well stay with someone who will at least love them enough to always look for them and bring them back to a good home when they do.
And it’s weird at first, because Garp is the rough and loud and nosey officer that used to grab them by the scruffs of their shirts and drag them back to that awful halfway home kicking and screaming. But then it gets better. Because he still yells at them, but it’s with a tempered and fiercely protective love it when he does. He still grabs them, but it’s just to pull them into a rough bear hug that they fervently pretend they don’t like. And every dinner is spent with tears of laughter in their eyes and cheeks warm with delight at the stories he tells them. (They call him old man with affection and he’s their father figure even though they treat him like their grandpa.)
Sabo joins his school’s baseball team! Which is so freaking cool! He’s a really strong batter, can weild a bat like it’s an extension of his own arm, and Ace and Garp are always the loudest cheers on the bleachers every home run hit Sabo makes.
Garp makes Ace take up boxing, because the kid’s got a lot of pent-up rage and aggression, and he figures it’s a good constructive sort of therapy for the rowdy brat.
The two still get up to mischief every now and again, though. Nothing illegal, but Garp is still having to wrangle up his two little idiots before they do something stupid. (They get into a lot of fights with local gangs because they have smart mouths and are still a little reckless)
Garp has a biological son that Ace and Sabo never met due to Garp’s and Dragon’s strained relationship. Garp had always bad-mouthed him whenever his son was brought up, but it was always with words that had no heat behind them, and Sabo and Ace could tell there was a sadness behind his eyes whenever he looked at the picture of his son in his wallet.
The boys were 10 when they got the news of Dragon’s death a week after it happened. Garp had gotten the phone call when he and the boys were watching some late-night trash tv on the weekend, and he had all but strangled the phone in a grip that turned his knuckles white. He didn’t say what had killed his son, (he never did), but he had told the boys he needed to take care of something, told them to pack up some of their things, dropped them off at his friend Newgate’s house, and got the quickest flight out that night.
He came back 3 days later, and when he did, he had a tiny little baby with him.
Ace and Sabo were no strangers to babies. There was always some snot-nosed kid that would get dropped off at the halfway home (and then adopted that week, because everybody loved babies), and they were pretty sure this baby wasn’t gonna be any different. Because babies were loud and gross and never stopped crying, and Ace and Sabo were prepared for the absolute worse.
But then they stood over the baby’s crib to get a good look at him, and the baby looked back.
And smiled the biggest and happiest smile Ace and Sabo had ever seen.
And Garp had said “His name is Luffy,” and Ace and Sabo had been hooked around his little finger ever since. 
Luffy was barely 6 months old, and was a bundle of chubby cheeks and contagious giggles. With big brown chocolate colored eyes that melted all the sharp corners and edges of Ace’s and Sabo’s hearts.
Because Sabo and Ace were the same age, and neither one of them felt like the older or younger brother. They were equals in every way. But it was different with Luffy. Because Luffy was tiny, and soft and could barely wrap all 5 of his little fingers around one of theirs, and it hit Sabo and Ace like a bullet train because oh.
 Oh this is what it was like to be an older brother. This was what it was like to have a little brother. And Sabo and Ace have always looked out for each other, of course. But Luffy was something they had to protect fully and with their entire being. His smile, his laughter, his heart. All of it. Sabo and Ace knew all the horrible things in the world, knew all the hatred and fear and heartbreak the world could throw at you and it was like a silent promise to each other they never verbalized, that Luffy should and would never have to go through the things they went through. He would never feel unloved. He would never feel unwanted. He would never feel like he had to prove his worth or reason for existing. (He was worth more than any price anyone could give anyway)
Sabo and Ace stopped getting into trouble. They got good grades, excelled in their respective clubs, and didn’t give Garp any reason to chase them down in his old cop car and bring them home. (They were always at home anyway, giving Luffy piggyback rides and teaching him how to ride a bike and do one-handed handstands and cartwheels, and basking in the warmth that was Luffy’s endless love) And they lived in peace like that for 5 years.
Then the fire happened.
Garp was a good police officer and an even better Deputy Chief, and for almost 40 years, he served on the Foosha County Police Department. He had put away a lot of bad guys and saved a lot of people in the process and was an honored and highly respected man. However, this also made him a big target and earned him quite a few enemies. He was 3 weeks away from retirement and spending most of those weeks staying at home, playing with Luffy, and ingnoring the last of his paperwork left on his office desk.
When the fire broke out, Ace and Sabo had just turned the corner from the bus stop on their way home from school. They had seen the smoke, but didn’t know where it was coming from till they saw the towering blaze of fire that used to be their 2 story home and the group of neighbors surrounding the outside. 
They managed to push their way to the front, hands shaking and eyes wide and absolutely breathless, because that was their house! That was their house that was one fire and where was gramps?! Where was Luffy?!
The only thing Ace heard Sabo whisper among the roar of the fire and the loud murmur of people around them was “Do you hear that? That... crying?” Before Sabo surged forward.
Ace didn’t have time to reach out and stop him, and by the time he could, Sabo had already disappeared into the open front door, which was covered in flames. He had screamed out, tried to race in and follow his brother into the flames, but the neighbors around him were quicker than he was and pulled him back. 
Edward Newgate, one of their neighbors and close personal friend of Garp’s was in the crowd, and he was holding Ace to his chest with an arm like an iron bar, as he was on the phone with the local fire department. (Newgate was also the Foosha County fire chief, and was shouting at his lieutenants to “get your asses out here now!’) But Ace didn’t hear a word he was saying. All he could do was struggle to get out of the older man’s grip, reach out for his brother and best friend, and scream his lungs out.
What felt like hours went by, and Ace felt like his heart was shattering into a million piece, the glass shards falling around him, as he sobbed into Newgate's chest, thinking he had lost everything. His home. His family. His only purpose and reason for living.
And then some of the neighbors were shouting again, only this time in surprised alarm and Ace looked up with hazy eyes blurred by tears, to see something was coming out of the front door.
And it could only be Sabo. Ace knew it was him before he could even register it, and bolted out of Newgate's grips that had slacked at the surprise and towards his brother.
Ace met Sabo only a few feet from the door, Sabo collapsing into his arms, and Ace had to pull him the extra few feet away because the flames were still too much to bear even at that distance.
And Sabo’s skin was hot and red and covered in smoke and ash alike. There was a giant welting red burn against the side of Sabo’s face that looked like it would leave a scar forever, but Ace was having a hard time focusing on it because he was too bust focusing on the bundle of blankets that Sabo was desperately trying to push into Ace’s arms.
And Ace was already crying before, but he began crying even harder when he removed the fold of blankets to reveal a muffled Luffy, covered in ash but unharmed, crying his eyes out. 
Sabo had a coughing fit that rocked his whole body, and burns that looked like they'd hurt forever, but he was smiling when Ace broke into a sob, clutching both Sabo and Luffy into his chest.
The firefighters and paramedics came a few minutes later, and they had to physically pull Sabo and Luffy from Ace’s arms to check and treat them. Luffy only ended up with a few mild burns and cuts on his arms and legs and some burning of his throat from inhaling so much smoke, but Sabo had to be taken to the hospital immediately for his burns, especially for the one on his face. Ace pleaded to let them all ride in the same ambulence on the way to the hosipital, and held on to Sabo’s shirt sleeve with a grip that would take the end of the world and then some for him to let go.
Sabo had to get some surgery and treatment to save his left eye, but he was all in all ok, and Ace and Luffy were allowed to visit his hospital room for as long as they needed.
When Ace finally confronted Sabo on why he had ran into the house in the first place, it was on the first night of their hospital stay. Sabo had a giant white gauze wrapping half of his head, and he looked at Ace with tired blue eyes that looked a little fuzy, still a little drugged from all the medication he was on to ease the pain. 
And Ace felt bad about it, he really did, because Sabo didn’t derserve to be grilled on the matter. Not after he had sacrificed himself and saved Luffy. Their little brother. Their little brother who they wouldn’t even have anymore if it weren’t for Sabo. 
But Ace had to know. He was so mad and heartbroken and scared out of his mind when Sabo had rushed in without word or warning. Because they had lost Garp. They had almost lost Luffy. And Ace could have almost lost Sabo too.
But Luffy was tucked underneath Sabo’s arm on the hospital bed, and Sabo just smiled at Ace with a patience that only Ace and Luffy could pull out of him, and patted the other side for Ace to join them. Ace climbed onto the bed beside him, and even with the two 15-year-olds and one little 5 year old, the bed didn’t feel too small at all.
Sabo explained that he could hear crying from the door and he just moved. Knowing it was Luffy before his mind could really think about the implications behind that. He confessed how the flames hurt at first. Hurt so bad, and it was so hot, and everything, from the floor to the ceiling, was on fire and he could barely see anything through the smoke. But he could hear Luffy’s little rough and horse scream, coming from one of the back rooms that used to be Garp's office, and suddenly all Sabo could afford to think about was Luffy’s crying.
Sabo would tell a watered-down version of this story to the cops in the morning, because they were Garp's friend and companions, and they only really needed the broad details for their report anyway. 
He’ll tell a heroic version of this story, lacking any horrific graphics, to an older Luffy whenever the eternally curious kid wonders and asks about it.
But he only ever told the whole story right then on that night, one arm tight around his baby brother in a toothed and protective love, while the other one gripped his best friend's hands with shaking and bandaged fingers hard enough to leave bruising.
Garp was long dead when Sabo found him. The smell of his skin burning off is something that will haunt Sabo for the rest of his life. (Sometimes certain smells will set him off. Uncooked bacon is not allowed in the house anymore after one traumatic morning when Luffy is six. Campfires are viewed and enjoyed from a distance.)
He was lying on his stomach, clutching something to his chest. Sabo knew it was Luffy by the cries, bundled up in a few quilts and one of this office rugs, and Sabo knew he had to get them out of there before the smoke killed them off like it had a personal agenda against them.
The heat was unbearable, Sabo had confessed, but it was nothing compared to having to drag Luffy from underneath Garp’s grip. The old man was built like a brick house, sure, but even in death, his grip on Luffy, protecting Luffy, like he was daring the world to take anything away from him, was steadfast and almost unbbreakable. 
It was the hardest thing Sabo had ever had to make himself do.
He didn’t look at Garp’s face. His body was burned black and bloody and raw, and Sabo couldn’t live with himself if his memory of Garp’s face was replaced by anything other than with the one of his scruffy beard and the shit-eating grin that he always wore.
When he pulled Luffy out, he didn’t look back, and raced out of the house as fast as he could. Something along the way fell and smacked him in the face, knocking him down at one point, but Sabo couldn’t pay it much mind. He got back up, and continued towards the door. He could barely see, barely breathe, with all the smoke and the ash, and the pain from the fire was almost numbing against his skin, but he didn’t stop.
All he could think about was Luffy, still struggling and crying against the blankets wrapped tightly around him. Next thing he knew, he was outside, and looking up at Ace’s snot-covered face.
Ace had never seen Sabo cry for the almost 10 years he knew him. He didn’t cry when he was 7, and the Anderson family had called him a freak and had sent him back after a failed foster home placement. He didn’t cry when he was 9, and broke his arm falling out of the tree in their backyard that Garp had told him not to climb, so of course he had to climb it. And he didn’t even cry earlier that day, at 15, when he was off medication and feeling the full extent of his painful burns.
So when tears started pooling out of Sabo’s pale blue eyes, falling down his cheeks and staining the cotton white blanket he was under as he told his story, Ace pretended not to notice, wrapped an arm around Sabo’s shoulders, and held him like it was the only lifeline in the world. 
Garp’s funeral was held the following week. Closed casket. All the police departments in the county, and even some outside of it, showed up to give him a full send-off. Ace cried for both Sabo and himself. Sabo spoke a few words for the both of them. And Luffy stood between them, holding both their hands. They explained the night before that gramps was gone, but they don’t think the notion of death really got through to Luffy. He was crying, but only because Ace was crying, and when he asked ‘can gramps come out of the box to give me a hug before he goes away?’ everyone has to clench their teeth and hold their breaths to stop their hearts from breaking. Sabo kneeled down to wrap Luffy in a tight hug. Ace covered his face with his arm and cried harder
(They never bother asking Luffy about how the fire started, or what happened that day. Luffy doesn’t remember, and they don’t push it further. The truth isn’t as important as Luffy’s mentality is, but Garp’s old squad promises that they won’t rest until they get to the bottom of it. And as much as Ace and Sabo want justice and revenge, they have Luffy to think about, so they leave it up to the police)
Sabo and Ace are almost 16, and they suddenly have no parental figure, no home, no anything, and suddenly they’re faced with the horrible notion that even more can be taken from them when a blast from their past threatens to take Luffy away from them too.
They’re no stranger to the foster care system, so when social services show up at the motel they were renting with Garp’s savings, they feel their hearts drop to their stomach for fear of the very real possibility that Luffy will be placed in immediate foster care, and possibly, so would they. 
Ace and Sabo jump into action then, because no way, no fucking way, were they gonna lose Luffy. They had lost everything else. They almost did lose Luffy. They weren’t gonna risk that chance again.
Ace was only a few weeks older than Sabo. Sabo hadn’t paused a second to jump into the fire, risking life and limb, to protect what little they had. It was Ace’s turn to be the heroic older brother. And on the day he turned 16, Ace petitioned legal guardianship and parental rights for Sabo and Luffy.
And it was hard, because of course the courts felt sorry for him, the grandson of one of the best police chiefs in the county’s history, begging the courts to let him keep what little family he had left together. The courts wanted to give it to him, wanted to help him. But Luffy was a child. And Ace and Sabo were practically still kids themselves. Asking kids to raise themselves was something no one should ask them to do. 
But Ace and Sabo fought for it. Ace was 16, and Sabo would be 16 soon enough. They could get GED’s, no problem. They’d get jobs, get a little apartment near Luffy’s school, attend any parenting and child service meeting required of them. They’d buy all the necessities over again and they’d love Luffy where no other foster family could even compare. They’d do everything, everything and anything, to keep Luffy. To let them stay together.
With a couple of vouchers from Garp’s old police squad, including one from an overly enthusiastic Edward Newgate and one from the boy’s homeroom teacher, Makino, the courts ruled in Ace’s and Sabo’s favor, and Luffy was officially theirs until they proved that Luffy was better off somewhere else.
Ace and Sabo were never gonna let that happen.
They got a little 2 bedroom apartment a couple blocks from Luffy’s elementary. They quit school, and worked extra hard to earn their GED’s within the following months. (With the help of their old teachers and a few of their overly enthusiastic neighbors)
Ace got a job at the local fire department, as a rookie in training under Newgate.
Sabo got a job at the local news station, writing reports on top of his interning duties. 
Ace eventually got a motorcycle that same year, which scared Sabo half to death and delighted Luffy to no end. It was cheaper than a car, and easier to travel to and from work on, and no matter how hard Sabo tried, he couldn’t come up with a valid reason why Ace shouldn’t use it to their advantage. So Sabo made Ace promise to always wear a helmet when riding it, and that Luffy wasn’t allowed to ride it until he was much older. (Which Luffy pouted about to no end)
And it’s hard at times, both of them working overtime just to make enough to support themselves and keep them afloat, but it’s good, and it’s theirs.
Luffy makes a friend on his first day of first grade named Zoro Roronoa, another kid that lives just across the street from them, and when Ace and Sabo know they’re gonna be late in getting home, Luffy goes over there and hangs out until they can pick him up (Which is totally fine with Zoro’s father Koushirou, a kendo teacher and single father of 6-year-old Zoro and 9-year-old Kuina. Zoro has a bit of a personality problem and often has trouble making friends (because the child doesn’t see a need to) so when little bright-eyed and endlessly joyful Luffy pops into their life, Kushirou jumps at the chance to have him over as much as possible, because the two small children seem to bring out the best in each other, and are best friends attached at the hip) Sabo and Ace are eternally grateful to the kind man)
A few years go by, and Luffy is 8. Ace is still working at the fire station and is now legally allowed to join them on calls and emergencies. (Fire used to make Ace nervous, because he almost lost everything to it. Now he has a personal agenda with it, to make sure it doesn’t take anything from anyone else)
Sabo has moved up the ranks now, and when he turns 18, confronts Ace with a rare job opportunity he was offered.
“It’s a year-long internship for this really cool company that reports and delivers high-class diplomatic information around,” Sabo starts, rubbing the back of his head like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. “I’d be working as like, a cool undercover spy with diplomatic immunity and a messenger bag. It’s not dangerous at all, and pays almost triple my paycheck now, which would really help us out. But it’s overseas, and I’d be gone for a whole year. You’d be raising Luffy all by yourself, birthdays and holidays and skinned knees, with just the two of you, so say the word, and I’ll totally turn this job down on the spot.”
And it’s scary to Ace. Because he hasn’t been alone since he was 6 years old, and he can’t possibly remember a time when Sabo hadn’t been by his side. His best friend and brother. It was always the two of them. Two little runaways that found a home, lost that home, and then built a new home all on their own despite it all. And neither of them had ever been away from Luffy for longer than a weekend, so Ace was sure it would kill Sabo to be away from them for so long.
But he also knew that Sabo was only playing this off like it wasn’t a big deal, when in fact it was the job opportunity of a lifetime for someone like Sabo, a kid who breathed adventure and freedom with every breath. And that when he talked about it, his eyes sparkled with a joy that Ace would hate himself forever for taking it away. 
Sabo was giving Ace the choice, and Ace knew that Sabo would go along with whatever Ace decided without a second thought or complaint. But Ace knew that Sabo would regret it for the rest of his life if he didn't go, so he slugged Sabo in the arm, gave him his best shit-eating, confident grin, (the kind he used to give him right before they were about to steal some food as kids, or about to get into a fight when they were teens) and said, “You let me have a motorcycle. The least I can do is let you go road tripping abroad.”
Because Ace and Luffy would be fine. They’d miss Sabo like crazy, and Ace was pretty sure Sabo was like, 90% of his impulse control, but they’d survive. Sabo had the burn marks to prove how far he was willing to go for their family, and Ace had never thanked him for that. Ace was never gonna live that down, and was going to spend the rest of his life making it up to both Sabo AND Luffy, and prove just how good of an older brother he could be. This was the least he could do for them.
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