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lixzey · 3 months

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the start of everything

note: starts in 2016, where they are both 14.

1: young half bloods

2: newbie

3: luke castellan learns a valuable lesson (he gets distracted, most of the time)

4: Annabeth attends a fashion show (and realizes it isn’t for her)

5: capture the flag (and her attention, if possible)

6: strawberry fields, wildflowers, and annoying boys

7: prank wars and unsuspecting victims

8: punishments and prayers

9: luke, the big stupid idiot

10: Oh, I don't know why she's just my type

11: Stay away from me. Don’t look at me. Don’t even breathe the same air as me.

12: I can't believe that I have to put up with your annoying face all year.

13: snowball fight, cabin ten versus cabin eleven

14: the more you hate, the more you love

15: capture the flag: luke led us to victory!

16: smores and chores

17: cheeseburgers and barbies

18: to charm the charmer

19: luke tries forging, gardening, and poetry (failing miserably)

20: pleas, bargains, and bets

21: She doesn’t like surprises. Do you really want another black eye?

becoming friends and more

22: a letter from dear old daddy

23: daddy issues ft mommy issues

24: hide and seek with the harpies

25: your house is haunted

26: somehow, he knew

27: nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter

28: christmas getaways, new york city, and secret glances

29: new years, new beginnings

30: back to camp

31: sparring, smiles, and sweet talks

32: a field trip to olympus and look alikes

33: my girl

34: moonlight rendezvous

35: steal my girl

36: a picnic and eavesdropping siblings

37: grouchy

38: she is beauty, she is grace, and she will punch you in the face

39: Maya starts junior year

40: you?

41: popcorn, movies, and slushies

42: I’m a feminist, obviously. But, I wouldn’t really mind him savin’ me and I know that I’m fine without a man but I think I would like his protection.

43: sweet sixteen

44: with you I'd dance in a storm, in my best dress, fearless

45: hot cocoa, longing glances, and mistletoes

46: wanna bet?

47: school is boring, wanna go somewhere?

48: camp

49: rumor has it

50: the best swordsman at camp and a furious maya williams

51: i’ve never heard silence quite this loud

52: capture the flag: a great way to destress - cabin five, probably

53: thin white lies

54: that brainless idiot

55: jealousy, jealousy

56: patience wearing thin

57: oblivious idiots and chris gets twenty drachmas richer

58: confrontation drama

59: You are in love!

60: stupid cupid, stop picking on me!

61: everyone wants him, that was my crime

62: I'm so in love with you and I hope you know

63: give me something that’ll haunt me when you’re not around

64: interventions, stubborn idiots, and annoying siblings

65: somebody to you

66: don’t take it personal, but personally you’d be better with somebody like me

67: i think it’s time i lay my heart out on the line

established relationship:

68: i once believed love would be black and white, but it’s golden

69: in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman

70: you with the dark curls, you with the watercolor eyes

71: take a look at my girlfriend, she’s the only one i got

72: to be young and in love in new york city

73: fight so dirty, but you love so sweet.

74: Luke, the lovesick idiot

75: your hand fits in mine like it’s made just for me

76: promises sealed with a kiss under the velvet sky

77: golden apples and worries

78: pain of words

79: quest blues

80: iris messages and nightmares

81: stupid quest, stupid apples, stupid dragon

82: birthday blues and special surprises

83: i fell in love with a careless man’s careful daughter

84: darkness inside

85: christmas traditions

86: i want to wear his initial on a chain ‘round my neck

87: devil in disguise

88: all of the city lights never shine as bright as your eyes

89: i love the way you’re screaming my name

90: valentines day

91: some days, you're the best thing in my life. sometimes when I look at you, i see my wife

92: love languages

93: demigod pick up service

94: across my memory

95: monsters

96: four walls and a roof

97: closets and radios

98: peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, cookies, and kool aid

99: pent up anger

100: dance around the living room, lose me in the sight of you

101: on with the quest

102: Drew

103: all i did is try my best, this the kind of thanks i get?

104: only an angel, never a god

105: and in the middle of my chaos, there was you

106: touch her and i’ll break your neck

107: if anybody hurts you, i’m going to prison for life

108: legal age, baby!

109: I can't keep my hands to myself. I mean I could, but why would I want to?

110: prom dances and birthday cakes

111: I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

112: big blue house

113: great to be back

114: peace and quiet

115: orders from the pit

116: makeshift prom

117: Can I have this dance?

118: handsome, you’re a mansion with a view

119: cockblockers—nope, I mean kids.

120: amorous activities in the armory

121: suspiciously quiet

122: Happy birthday! You can finally get arrested!

123: the winter solstice

124: meddling cocky son of a bitch

125: don’t be suspicious.

126: nightmares

127: if you’re tired, you can lay your head on my lap

128: lazy day, cuddles, and kisses

129: she looks so perfect

130: until we’re gray and old

131: just normal days

132: A prophecy

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luvbugs-blog · 2 years

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brother's best friend - e. kirishima

warnings: none! maybe the fact that half of this was written on my phone should be counted as a warning.

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Being Bakugo's sister wasn't easy at all. He was way too overprotective, a dick 67% of the time he interacts with you, and you hate the way he treats your classmates. But he had some pros too. One, he's an amazing cook, and he always makes your favorite food whenever you are feeling down. Two, he has really hot friends. Sero? Dayum. Denki. Cute. Todoroki? You are convinced you will marry him one day. But Kirishima? You couldn't stop thinking about him. Kiri. Eijiro. His name echoes in your mind 24/7.

But he would never like you back, right? It wouldn't be manly to date your best friend's sister.

Small smiles, and innocent touches soon turned into something a lot messier.

And before the two of you know it, you had a secret relationship. Not because you too were ashamed of each other, but Kirishima was terrified of Bakugo finding out. You could care less. But anything for your faux red-head.

Although, out of everyone, Sero knew. So when Bakugo walked in and was suspicious, Sero helped scrape together an excuse after laughing at Kirishima's face.

One of those times happened last week. You and Kirishima met up in the kitchen after he came back from the gym. He was incredibly sweaty, but was still as handsome as ever. He gave you a big toothy smile, before giving you a small kiss. A few kisses later, you were seated on the kitchen counter with Kirishima seated in between your legs. Thank God for Bakugo's explosive temperament, or you wouldn't have heard him stomping and bitching to the kitchen over the sound of smacking lips.

Kirishima gave you a frightened look, and you slide off the island counter, hiding behind it.

"Shitty Hair? What the hell are you doing in here at this hour?

"Oh you know, I needed a drink after working out." You almost laughed at his expression. He looked like he was about the shit himself.

"Yeah, well, I need one too." He starts around the island before Kirishima runs to cut him off. You start slipping around the side of the island before stopping when you hear Bakugo yelling at your boyfriend.

He pushed past Kirishima, and when he turned the corner, you held your breath. Luckly, Sero came from your other side and started distracting your brother by asking him about his opinion of the cabinet colors long enough for you to slip away.

Kirishima grabbed your hand when you got close enough and you both ran as fast as you could toward his dorm. Collapsing on the bed, he looked at you, before laughing.

"I don't know if I'll be able to keep this up much longer, princess."

"Yeah that was too close." You start giggling. "You should have seen your face, babe. You looked constipated."

He gives you a sad puppy dog face, while whining, "Heyyyy. Not fair, babe."

You snuggle into him, and he kisses your hairline.

"Hey, gorgeous?"

"Hmm?"

"Wanna finish what we started earlier?"

Safe to say, you didn't get much sleep that night.

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anchanted-one · 1 year

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Legend of Lightning 67: The Revanchist

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43208574/chapters/116433181

No one in the Council spoke. Some of Oteg’s friends exchanged triumphant grins.

“You might as well settle up right here,” Satele told them. The soldiers all gave her indignant looks, but one or two either reached for their pockets, or held out hands expectantly.

Revan chuckled. “I see you take after me, then.”

“I saw a few holos from the old days,” Satele said glibly. “I saw your ‘A Jedi and a Soldier’ act, then I thought I could pull it off better than you.”

That elicited a round of hearty chuckles.

“You asked Oteg to explain himself,” Revan began again. “But in truth, I think it falls to me to explain.”

“The only goal of Master Oteg’s secret expedition was to rescue you,” Jaric said shortly. “How is that?”

His capacity for speech was returning, Satele noted.

“A tad oversimplified, but not untrue,” Revan bowed his head. “I am aware that it wasn’t an easy undertaking. Hundreds of ships and thousands of soldiers had to be moved in total secret with a singular purpose. Many died trying to rescue me. I will forever be grateful to them, and to my old friend for making this decision. But take heart; for their sacrifice has given you a tool that can single-handedly turn the tide in your war.” He gave another, more formal bow. “I am Revan, Hero of the Mandalorian Wars, Jedi Master and Sith Lord. I have resisted the Emperor for hundreds of years. I am his match, his nemesis. I will defend the Republic from his fell gaze, as I did before, as I did for years. I gave my life to this fight, and thought I am bloody and bruised, I’m still fighting. This time, I will save the Galaxy from him.” There was an undertone to his voice, a raw charisma that swept people away to share in its confidence. All the soldiers looked at him with reverence and awe. The pink-haired man behind him even stopped trying to eye Nariel. “And I ask only one thing in return,” Revan went on. “Do not surrender to the Emperor. Even if the Republic is forced to, even if the rest of the Galaxy turns on you, do not stop. For I have seen what hides beyond the veil, and I know that only Darkness awaits a galaxy where he reigns supreme—”

“Yes, Vajra told us much the same thing,” Jaric interrupted.

Revan staggered slightly. “Excuse me?”

“One of our younger Knights,” Satele responded. “Perhaps Oteg told you about him? No? I imagine you had a lot to catch up on. Vajra Devarath is a Knight who ran into one of the Emperor’s agents, a so-called ‘Child of the Emperor’. The Emperor was able to engulf Vajra using his agent as an intermediary.”

“By his own account, it wasn’t the Emperor’s full might,” Bela added. “But it was enough to overwhelm him. He managed to break free, and save his Padawan with him.”

“They saved each other,” Satele clarified “Or at least, that’s how Vajra puts it. His former Padawan Kira, on the other hand, gives him full credit. In any case, he too spoke about the Emperor much as you did.”

Revan looked impressed. “He sounds like a solid Jedi. I’d like to meet him, if I may.”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible right now,” Satele shook her head. Revan looked disappointed. “Still, we’re getting ahead of ourselves. Tell us about the mission, so that your soldiers can leave. They look like they could use a visit to the cantina.”

Revan smiled. “As you wish. Jerre, Roban, why don’t you give your accounts to the Council?”

“Yes, Sir.” The tall Zabrak walked to the front. Satele belatedly recognized him. Roban Queens. He had smashed Vajra in the jaw after the latter had, in Queens’ opinion, allowed a dangerous fugitive to escape. That had been the first time that Vajra had filed a formal complaint against someone. A complaint which had seen Garza reprimanded and demoted, with General O’Brien given her post as head of Special Forces.

She wondered if the Zabrak still harbored a grudge.

“Master Oteg reached out to me and others in our strike force one month ago,” he said. His back was held upright, his chin high. His eyes were fixed straight ahead of him, though he kept glancing at Satele every now and then. “He outlined a high-risk raid on the Imperial world of Taral V. There was an advanced Gree transponder held by the science department there that would allow us to safely navigate the Maelstrom nebula, where the Maelstrom prison was. A prison, which we would only later find out, was built to hold one, single prisoner. His face became awe itself, and he shook his head in disbelief. The others nodded behind him.

“We were able to secure the device,” Queens went on. “We took a few hours to recover before jumping straight to the Prison, so as to avoid the chances of word leaking out. Captain Kraot here, got our team past the point defences.”

Satele recognized the name. Jerre Kraot was one of the civilians who had helped Vajra twice. The first time was in the Galactic Market sector of Coruscant, the other when he helped Vajra save hundreds of Power Guards from Imperial captivity. Vajra had been full of praise for him and his Captain, as had Nariel Pridence a few months later, for aiding against a Sith… though some records she had seen claimed that he and Juun Stede were smugglers.

“Jerre offered us his expertise free of charge,” Oteg revealed. “Though I must insist we reimburse him for the ship. They were forced to leave it behind during their escape.”

“We’ll pay it back, plus ten percent of the cost,” Satele agreed. “That’s the standard rate for lost ships. In addition, I think you do deserve compensation for a job well done.”

“It’s true. We’re getting paid, aren’t we?” the Cathar Havoc member nodded.

“Besides, you’re the one who killed Grand Moff Kilran,” Oteg smiled. “And that’s one more breakthrough for our side; another of the Butchers of Coruscant lies dead. Only Malgus remains, now. I hope he’s getting nervous!”

“Kilran personally defended Revan’s cell,” Queens explained. “He had a small army of not just elite soldiers, but Sith too.”

“I didn’t recognize any of them, but they were the best warriors I’ve ever faced,” Harunobu put in. “I think they might have been disguised Imperial Guardsmen. The only reason we won was because Captain Kraot slipped away and saved Revan.”

“Ah got hit,” Kraot said, looking uneasy. “Ah played dead, intendin’ to flank em and turn their turrets against them… but then… the Voice prompted that ah save the prisoner. Um not too much inta this Force thing, but ahm glad ah listened. Twas a perfectly even game out there. Revan’s charge into their rear caused them to crumple. Ah shot the dirty butcher muhself. E looked stunned, as if e never thought he could die. Said that there wuz so much e still wanted t’ conquer…”

“He’s dead now,” Queens smiled in grim satisfaction. “Sergeant Dorne confirmed it.”

“Explain what you mean when you said ‘the Voice,’” Satele prompted.

“I had help in planning this mission,” Oteg was the one to answer her. “A plea from one no longer among the living, one who wanted Revan to be freed. To be honest, I didn’t know what to make of it when I heard Malak’s voice again. We hadn’t parted on good terms, so this sounded like a trick, but—”

“But the Force offers redemption to any who seek it,” Revan said with unfailing certainty. “Malak was a good man, once, before the Emperor corrupted his heart. In death, he found himself again. It is his strength that has helped me stay sane and strong, all these long centuries. He must have Sensed that I was needed again, that my continued resistance no longer meant anything. For it was through my Will alone that the Emperor did not invade sooner.”

Satele did not like the way he put that.

“I think we can dismiss everyone else now,” Oteg suggested. “Padawan Fia, see to it that my comrades are allotted lodgings for the night, would you?”

“Yes, Master.” The Padawan on duty bowed and led the soldiers out of the room.

“Now, let’s get down to the nitty-gritty details, shall we?” Master Nikil asked.

“Yes. What did the Emperor want from you?” Tol asked.

“The same tool I now plan to use against him,” Revan replied. “A Rakatan super factory called the Foundry, which is on par with the fabled Star Forge, in its own way. While the Star Forge could churn out hundreds of ships every day, the Foundry can mass produce war droids and munitions.” He looked around at the Councillors. “I know that war is not what the Jedi stand for, but this is defence. The last war saw billions dead—on both sides of course, but the Republic is proving slower to recover. Give me fifty Jedi, and help me negotiate with the Republic. If I could have a navy capable of protecting the factory, or shipping the droids where we need them to go, we could have all Republic worlds ready for when the hostilities resume.”

“That is a tall order,” Satele replied. She was reluctant to give him any real answer. This was all too sudden for her. “We needed time to think—"

“The Council in my era needed time,” Revan said meaningfully. “When the Mandalorians attacked. Even when the war had entered its final days, they still refused to act. They didn’t even refuse us outright! Until the very last day, we held out hope that our Masters would join us. They never did. It’s a terrible situation for a Jedi, to not have the Council at their back in a time of crisis. Don’t be like Vrook and Atris. Accept the reality that threatens to engulf you all.”

“You needn’t lecture us,” Satele said, injecting some heat into her voice. “We are well aware of the danger. Coruscant was sacked just under seven years ago. The Temple there is still in ruins. The Sith tried to destroy Tython too, just last year! The whole planet! Angral’s dread superweapon… Uphrades is gone; seventeen million killed as a mere test for that weapon. Half our territory was taken from us, including Balmorra! And we only kept our grip on Alderaan by the skin of our teeth.”

“Then you understand the threat…”

“Understanding isn’t the problem,” Syo said. “Not only are you asking us to give you fifty Jedi, you want us to endorse your project… without telling us your plans? We’re critically low on manpower, you know. We couldn’t even field many Jedi to save ourselves from Angral!”

“Indeed,” Jaric nodded severely. “We indulged Master Oteg’s theatricality, given his experience. But we cannot trust you. Not to this degree.”

“I see,” Revan slowly circled the room, passing in front of every Councillor in turn. It was so unnerving to have someone from the old legends jump out at you like this! And it just had to be her ancestor! She imagined everyone in the room was thinking about her outlook. Every decision she made in this regard might be seen as potentially biased, either in her ancestor’s favor because of their connection, or against it in an attempt to prove impartiality. “Keep this in mind, however. The Emperor will come. Sooner rather than not, since I am free now. He won’t want to give you the chance to use my knowledge. Expect a full-fledged attack within the year. The longer you take, the less time I’ll have to build up our numbers. I need at least five months for an army that will number in the trillions. We could even build models like my old HK unit, who was a challenge to most Force users.” He looked around again. Satele felt a careful neutrality in everyone’s bearing. “And this may need to be part of your discussion: I will need as much secrecy as you can get me, for my operation to work. It will be a disaster if the Senate catches wind of it. There’s no telling how many Senators already serve the Empire, or how many more would sell their secrets for the right price. Even if you don’t trust me, don’t let word of me leak out. Furthermore, do not reject what I have to say out of hand. I will accept whatever oversight you feel you need to put in place. I accept that every Jedi you assign me will report on my every movement. And I accept that you can pull the plug on me at any time. I do realize what I’m asking of you.”

“We appreciate it,” Bela said blandly.

“How much time will you take to deliberate?”

“Give us a few days,” Oteg said confidently. “Like your descendant said, we’re well aware of the looming threat.”

“Good. In the meantime, I’d like the run of the place. Have a look around. See what the Order is like today.”

Satele could not Sense any objections to the request.

“Agreed, with conditions,” she said. “Minders. Restricted access to tomes. And you won’t be allowed near the reliquaries, Masters’ chambers, or sensitive areas. You may have been a Jedi Master once, but we will need to confirm whether your long captivity has jeopardized your serenity.”

“Now that I think about it, have you checked to see if he is, indeed Revan?” Jaric asked Oteg, who nodded.

“I should remind the Council that I knew Revan.”

“Oh… right. Sorry, I’d forgotten. You even mentioned it.”

“I accept your limitations,” Revan smiled. “In fact, I applaud them. The Dark Side is insidious. Never trust without verifying first.” He nodded in approval and respect. “I’m glad that the Jedi of this era understand the necessities of war.” He thought for a second. “I think I’ll visit the training yard. I’d like to see what kind of Jedi I have to work with. And if you can arrange a meeting with this ‘Vajra’…”

“No,” there was a glimmer of steel in Satele’s words which gave even Revan pause. “He’s off limits for the time being.”

“As you wish,” he said. He left, followed closely by the other Jedi from Oteg’s team.

“What was that about, Grand Master?” Tol asked.

“You felt it, didn’t you? Revan’s legendary charisma,” Satele leaned back in her seat. “That man once convinced thousands of Jedi to follow him to war. It doesn’t matter if he was right or not; what matters is that he can move all but the most resolute hearts. And Vajra is not in a good place right now. If Revan speaks to him, he will be persuaded to follow. I’m not sure we want that. I’ll inform him right away to leave the training yard, if he’s there.”

Jaric and Bela nodded in fervent agreement, followed by Gnost. Others slowly acquiesced as well. But Satele could feel the slight heat of suspicion linger in the air. Her vehemence today had been noted by at least a few of these Masters.

Vajra led his friends through the basic saber drills of Form I. They moved at a leisure pace, but kept their movements and footwork strong. Vajra kept a particularly close eye on Jasme to ensure that her muscles were engaged without being overexerted. She was still in her first month of training, after all.

Jasme felt grateful as she listened to the young Raudra’s instructions, or watched him demonstrate a move correctly. He should be dead, gone without a trace. She still had nightmares of carrion beasts picking his corpse in the wilderness somewhere. Of years passing by without a shadow of a trace. Of a lifetime spent wondering what had become of him.

Someone had saved Vajra, and she wished she knew who. All she could do now was thank the stars that she was here, in this beautiful morning sunlight, learning the art of the Lightsaber from the best friend she could have asked for.

That he was the Jedi Order’s greatest swordsman, was a fringe benefit. Or such a good teacher, for that matter; Bengel Morr had improved in leaps and bounds in the span of a few lessons. The two were good friends now, bonding over their Master. In addition, Bengel was grateful that Vajra had ensured that the children the former had led astray, had been cared for.

They were only ten minutes into the session when Bengel received a priority message.

“It’s from the Grand Master,” he said, looking troubled. “It says to take Vajra back to his room at once, and allow him no unauthorized visitors.”

“I’ll go on then. Jasme and Seraphim can continue practising,” Vajra suggested. “Kira can watch how you’re doing for me.”

“Alright, but you’re making this up to me,” Jasme said with her best pout. “Not that I hate you, Kira.”

“Got it.”

“I hope I can get authorization,” Seraphim said. “I like these lessons! You’re a good teacher!”

“Thanks!”

“Hurry, please,” Bengel pulled him away. “The Grand Master isn’t known for being whimsical.”

Kira rounded on them and spoke crisply. “Alright then; bookworm, coxswain! Who said you two could slack off? I wanna see some sweat!”

“‘Cocks wain,’ now, am I?” Seraphim grinned. “Reducing my whole existence to one body part?”

Kira slapped his butt. “That’s right, coxswain. Shape up there!”

“Hey, beats ‘bookworm!’” Jasme said in mock sadness. “Not something that can work in bed.”

“I said move! Lift those arms! Strike like you’re slapping the bitch out of Darth Kaimeryn!” ¹

“But she strikes me as the type that likes getting spanked!”

Kira considered that for a second, rubbing her head in mockery of deep thought. “Yeah… I can see that.” She waved it away. “Spank her anyway! You’ll feel better than she does!² Alright then, one, two, three!” Jasme struck out and pulled back in time to Kira’s brisk claps. “Good! Once more, with feeling! One, two, three!”

Revan arrived at the private training field just in time to see the three humans calling it a day. He knew the girl was Satele’s at once. Her features were exactly the same as her mother’s. Unlike Satele, however, her smile was full of life and passion. She had the whole world ahead of her, unbound by Jedi dogma. But her ability in the Force was small. Miniscule, actually. Barely good enough to move a twenty-kilo stone. And yet… Raya had been that weak at the start, but her dedication had allowed her to be a Jedi without peer.

The only reason why Revan was so fixated on his descendant—other than their relationship—was because of Satele’s curious response to his request to meet this Jedi who had faced the Emperor, this ‘Vajra’. Was this her? It made sense! His bloodline was strong and sure, as evidenced by Satele being one of the youngest Grand Masters he’d ever heard of. Surely another of his descendants might have his resilience to the Galaxy’s greatest threat? And the timing! Right before his release!

Despite Satele’s warning, he knew he had to get closer to her daughter. He had to get Vajra to his side. The Force practically demanded it. But he could not approach her himself. But whom to ask?

Perhaps Oteg or one of the other Jedi from his team…? No. Oteg aside, most of them would feel a greater loyalty to Satele than to him. And Oteg seemed like he was in enough trouble. Perhaps Nariel could be talked into it—no he was certain he could do it—but simple people knew no such thing as discretion. If he used her, Satele might hear about his violation of her orders. If she had Bastila’s stubbornness… or worse, his own…

The soldiers, then? No… the two leaders of Havoc Squad were wary of all Jedi, himself included. Jerre then? No, the pilot was going to be very busy. He sighed. As ever, it seemed he was alone. He would have to approach her himself.

But he couldn’t do so hastily. He would need to find a time when he could work in secret… he followed as closely as he dared as Vajra and her friends descended into a level he wasn’t cleared for.

Soon, he promised himself. We will meet soon. Together, we will save the galaxy from a monster. I am sorry, Satele.

Jasme entered Vajra’s room to find him looking very preoccupied.

“Kira wanted a bath. And Seraphim some rest. What’s with him?” she asked Bengel.

“A letter,” Bengel whispered back. “Maybe Ranna sent him something he can’t get his eyes off of.”

“Ranna doesn’t send holomail,” Jasme pointed out.

“I can hear you, remember?” Vajra breathed. She sighed. It was easy to forget that his hearing was better than most other humanoids’.

“Okay then. Spill it. What’s up?”

“It’s a secret.”

“Sure it is.” Jasme was disappointed. He almost never kept something from her. “Promise me you’ll say something if—”

“I will.” His eyes moved back to the top of the screen. How many times was he going to reread that one mail? And it had to be the same one, his fingers hadn’t touched the controls.

“Good.” Jasme let it drop. Behind her, the door opened, and in walked the Grand Master, followed by Doctor Row.

Satele took one look at Vajra and stopped short. Something seemed to click in her head, so loudly that Jasme thought she could hear it. Her mother actually went scarlet, and Jasme looked over at Vajra with a wide grin.

“Someone’s looking—”

“Not right now,” Satele interrupted her. “I have an important warning for you, Vajra. And an order.”

“Yes, Master.”

“You will stay inside the psych ward for the next couple of days. We have a… troublesome visitor. I have a feeling he’ll try to make contact with you. I don’t want that to happen.”

“Are you gonna tell us more?” Jasme asked.

Satele hesitated. “It’s Revan. Yes, that one. Apparently, he’s still alive, all these centuries after his disappearance. The Emperor kept him so, attempting to extract some kind of secret from him.”

“The Emperor… kept him alive?!” Jasme was incredulity itself. She looked at an unmoved Vajra. “Why aren’t you surprised?” she demanded.

Vajra shrugged. “So, what does he want with me?”

“He wants your help in defeating the Emperor,” Satele answered. “We made a mistake. When he was talking about how grave a threat the Emperor was, Jaric remarked that you’d already told us much of it. And that led to a brief explanation of your encounter that day. Revan was impressed enough to ask if he could meet you. Twice.” She massaged her shoulders, as though they were cold. “I have a bad feeling about this, Vajra. I Sense he’s not lied to us yet, and that he is on our side. But I don’t want him speaking to you. I’m sure you’ve read his history; he made a career out of keeping his own counsel. He only ever obeyed a Master if it suited him. And they were his elders. He sees us as children. Hell, I am literally his descendant, and I am the Grand Master!” She massaged her temples now. Jasme wanted to comfort her, but couldn’t. Not with Bengel and Doctor Row around. “I can only restrict his movements to a degree. So much as he himself allows it.” She sounded extremely miffed.

“Master Darach loved to say that the position of Grand Master comes with little real power,” Doctor Row said softly. “I think you should step down, for your own sanity.”

“And while I’m at it, I should leave the Council too,” Mom almost snapped. “And the Jedi. Live openly as a wife and mother… if the family I walked away from even accepts me. I know Theron won’t.” She swallowed whatever else she had to say. “That’s all I had to say. I’m sorry, Vajra.”

“Looks like you’re grounded,” Doctor Row informed Vajra slyly, making him and Mom blush again.

“I really think we need to talk,” Jasme said sweetly.

The Grand Master’s response was a sour mumble.

#star wars #swtor #star wars fanfiction #swtor fanfiction #fanfic #jedi knight #hero of tython #revan #satele shan

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I love your works SO MUCH! They literally make my entire week. Madix and Dakota are my favorite characters.

I was wondering could you write one where Madix has an anxiety or panic attack in front of Dakota and he has to help him because Riley isn't there ( for some reason he isn't available). With 9,46,67,98 sickiee list and 8,34,68 caretaker list. You can change or exclude any prompts if you feel like they don't fit with the way you want to write this. All I ask for is that Dakota is the caretaker and Riley isn't there or shows up briefly near the end. (I love Riley too, I just want to see what it would happen if he wasn't there during the attack).

Dude seeing your icon and name in my notifications makes my entire week! It's so nice to see people who follow my ocs like you do 💙

The prompts I used from the Sickee list are:

9. “Please go away. I don’t want you to see me like this.”

46. “I think I might throw up.”

67. "I-I can't do this anymore."

98. "I can't get my hands to stop shaking."

And from the Caretaker list (I didn't use #68):

8. "Talk to me. What's going on?"

34. "You don't need to be embarrassed. It's just me."

Content Warning: Panic attack, depression, anxiety, graphic descriptions of vomiting!!

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On the fourteenth day of Madix’ official mental health leave, Dakota took it upon himself to visit his friend. He showed up at Madix’s door, carrying a Tupperware container of mac and cheese, a bag of chips, and homemade brownies. The brownies were Blair-made.

Madix groaned when he heard the doorbell ring. It took him a second to detangle himself from his bed. Actually, it took him more than a second—closer to a full minute—to finally emerge from his dark cave.

Since being on forced-leave from work, he’d taken to sleeping in the spare bedroom that used to be Riley’s room before they began sharing a bed. At first, Madix hid in his usual room, but he felt bad that Riley kept coming home to a messy room. More often than not, Riley’ side of the bed was taken up with food wrappers, a dead laptop, and was without a sheet because the stupid corners wouldn’t stay tucked in.

Now Madix had moved himself to the spare room, telling himself that he was being considerate to his boyfriend. Somehow the room turned into a den of dirty clothes and dirty dishes. It smelled liked sweat, forgotten food, and morning breath. The bedsheets and pillowcases were perpetually damp—either from tears of sweat, or even a spilled beverage. Whenever Madix thought about cleaning, a weight in his chest pinned him to the bed as if lead lined his lungs. He had so much time on his hands, but time was useless without the motivation to do something with it.

Riley tried to help; he really did. But he still had school and work. He cleaned as much as he could; he stayed up with Madix, talking about how he could help; he drove Madix to his therapy sessions. But it was hard when all Madix wanted to do was hide away from the world.

“I can’t have a panic attack if I’m sleeping,” he told Riley once when he missed his appointment with Dr. Marlow.

To Madix, it seemed inevitable that any change to this depressing routine (or lack of routine) would overwhelm his mind and bring back that sense of doom.

That’s why he kept telling Dakota not to visit him. Every text was the same: I just want to be alone. Sorry.

Eventually Dakota had had enough. That was why he was currently standing in Madix’s doorway, wearing a stern expression. An expression that said I’m coming in whether you want me to or not.

“What are you doing here?” Madix asked when he opened the door. He wore the same sweatpants and shirt from the last few days (and nights). Sometimes it surprised him that the floor to his bedroom was piled with clothes, even though he never seemed to change.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Dakota replied, already squeezing passed his friend into the house. “We always watch New Girl at your place. You have the bigger TV. I think we’re on episode 8 now.”

“Didn’t you get my texts?”

“Nope.” Dakota popped the P to that word as he set the food down on the counter.

Despite his comment about the TV, he went straight to Madix’s room. When he found the usual room clean, he nodded in understanding and went to the spare bedroom.

“I know what you’re doing, Kota,” Madix said, following Dakota down the hall.

Dakota ignored this and pushed open the door to the spare room. He whistled at the sight of it. “Where do you keep the garbage bags?”

“In the kitchen. Under the sink.” Dakota was on the move before Madix could finish his sentence. Again, he had to jog to keep up with the boy. “Dakota, please stop. Just listen—”

“No, you listen.” Dakota spun around and approached his friend. “We’re going to clean up your room. And I do mean we. You can’t leave it up to Riley when he gets home every night. Then we’ll eat some mac and cheese and watch New Girl. And maybe later I’ll take you outside for some goddamn vitamin D. You look like spoiled milk.” The lines on Dakota’s face stayed soft even as he spoke with a hard voice. He stared at Madix long enough to see his words sink in. He was so close to his friend that he could see the pools of darkness under his eyes. Dakota crinkled his nose. “Add a shower to that list. You smell like spoiled milk too.”

Madix found himself backed up against the wall in the hall. All that sounded pretty nice if he thought about it. A clean room. Fresh air. A shower.

But it was all too much.

Lately he lost all control over his mind. The smallest things sent him spiraling. Or nothing at all. Sometimes the anxiety stole his voice. Sometimes it came when he was surrounded by friends. Sometimes the panic stopped his from doing his job properly. He couldn’t control when those feelings would surface, and it scared the living shit out of him. He used to pride himself on being composed and emotionally stable. And now he couldn’t even see his best friend without worrying about the anxiety that dominated his life recently.

“I can’t,” he breathed out. It came out as a raspy whisper as he slid his back down the wall. “I-I can't do this anymore.” He drew his knees up to his chest.

“What can’t you do?” Dakota said softly. He lowered himself to the floor and put a steady hand on Madix’s knee. “Talk to me.”

“This.” Madix gestured to nothing. But to him he gestured to everything. The words to describe This were not coming, so he simply put his head in his hands. “I’m sorry. I don’t know how to tell you.”

“Hey, hey,” Dakota said, trying to deescalate the situation that he felt responsible for creating. “That’s okay. You don’t need to explain anything. I just thought having a clean room would help.”

“It would—” Madix felt his mind working faster that his mouth. There was so much he wanted to say. Dakota was right about it all. A clean room would help. Sunshine on his face would help. “I want to do it all, but…” He removed his hands from his face so Dakota could see he was being genuine. The electricity in his blood made his fingers tremble; just another reminder that his body wasn’t in his control. “Ugh God, I can't get my hands to stop shaking.”

“Okay,” Dakota said, calmly grabbing Madix’s hands in his larger ones. They were indeed shaking. “Okay. I didn’t mean to overwhelm you. Take a deep breath and when you’re ready I’ll help you.”

Madix forced himself to take a deep breath before the anxiety got any worse. “I don’t want it to happen again. It scares me.”

“It would scare me too,” Dakota said simply. Riley had told him enough about Madix’s panic attacks to know that they were debilitating. He had to calm Madix down before it hit him full force. “Just keep breathing like you are.”

“I’m so fucking selfish, Dakota.” Madix said, his voice shaking. “You’re right. Riley’s been doing everything for me.”

“First of all, you’re not being selfish. You’re allowed to need help, and I’m sure Riley is grateful when you take his help. Second of all, now is not the time for this. Put all that out of your mind.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Think of something else.” Dakota scoured his mind for something that could distract Madix. “Like, try to name all the planets in the solar system. Or say all the lines from Pirates of the Caribbean. God knows you watch that movie more than enough.”

“Fine. Okay.”

The two of them sat on the floor in the hallway. Madix’s chest rose and feel rapidly. The distraction wasn’t helping. The weight in his chest dropped to his belly, making him feel nauseous and dizzy. Sure, his bi panic came back when he thought about Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann, but the mentally ill panic was still there. Not as fun as bi panic.

Dakota dared to break the silence after a moment, worried by the pallor in Madix’s cheeks. He was pretty sure the expression on Madix’s face was not from imagining his favourite movie. “What are you thinking about?”

“I think I might throw up,” Madix said quickly and simply.

“Hmm…that wasn’t one of my suggestions.”

And then Madix lurched forward, gagging into the hand that he slapped over his mouth. He stood up shakily and ran to the bathroom. Luckily, he wasn’t far. He only had to stumble a few feet before retching over the toilet.

By this point, Dakota was feeling terrible. Not in the same way Madix was, but still terrible. He only wanted to help by coming over, but it seemed he was making things worse.

“Oh, Mads. I’m sorry,” he said, kneeling by his friend. He put his hand in between Madix’s shoulder blades, feeling his muscles spasm with every heave.

A torrent of vomit splattered into the bowl, making Dakota wince. Tears and snot streamed down Madix’s face. The boy belched up another wave just as a sob got caught in his throat. Madix moaned and squeezed his eyes tightly.

Dakota’s hand on his back was an odd sensation. Dakota had seen him throw up plenty of times, but never in such a state. It had only ever been Riley who saw him like this, so it was weird to have his friend here instead. Like a shoe that didn’t fit quite right, Dakota’s hand felt far too large on his back. Still the pressure was comforting. While Riley’s hand was smaller and less uncertain, Dakota’s was heavy, never absent.

Madix could feel his limbs trembling, threatening to buckle. Each sob racked his chest with a tight ache. The ache didn’t come from throwing up; it came from the fact that his grasp on himself was slipping. He burped up another wave of sick before finally being able to say anything.

“Please go away,” he choked out. “I don’t want you to see me like this.”

Dakota frowned. It wasn’t like Madix to say such a thing, especially not with him. “You don't need to be embarrassed. It's just me.”

“I’m not embarrassed. It’s just—you don’t need to do this. You don’t need to stay.”

“But I want to stay. I want to help. When will you realize that?”

Madix sniffled. He could think of nothing to say. He was in a foreign land here. Riley was always with him when things got this way, but never so enthusiastically. Dakota’s determination was comforting in a way that only he could be. Madix suddenly felt the intense desire to rest his head on his friend’s shoulder.

So that’s what he did. He knew that Dakota could feel him shaking against his body, but he didn’t care. “Thank you. I’m sorry you have to deal with this. I’m being gross and whiny and I’m sorry.” His voice and body trembled as if he had just come from a blizzard and Dakota was trying to warm him up.

“Shh, shh,” Dakota said as he hugged Madix, rubbing his hand down his friend’s back. “I know you’re used to Riley being here. You’re used to tiptoeing around him because this stuff bothers him. But it doesn’t bother me.”

“It makes me so damn sick, Dakota,” Madix said, sniffling against the strong body that held him. “Every time, I get shaky and nauseous. Riley is always there, but sometimes I wish he weren’t. It just means I have to worry about whatever the hell is going on in my messed-up brain and Riley.”

“That sounds exhausting.”

That one sentence made Madix deflate. That’s exactly what it was. With three simple words, Dakota got it entirely. All of a sudden, Madix let out a deep exhale as his limbs got heavy. The only reason he stayed upright was because Dakota held onto him.

Eventually, Dakota pulled back from the hug. He looked at Madix for a second, seeing a multitudinous of emotions in the tears that wet his cheeks.

Madix dragged a hand across his face. He felt like a squeezed-out sponge. “Please don’t tell Riley what I told you.”

“I won’t, but this is something you should be talking about in therapy.”

“I will…now that I’m finally able to put it into words.” Madix shivered for real this time, getting a chill from the cold sweat drying on his skin. He could feel his heart rate coming down and knew that he was likely to crash in the next few minutes. “You’ll stick around?”

“Hell yes!” Dakota exclaimed. “Episode 8, like I said. You don’t have to do any cleaning if that feels too overwhelming right now.”

Madix nodded. “Please don’t feel guilty about any of this. I’m grateful you came over.”

Dakota laughed and shook his head, but not because anything was funny. “You really can’t turn off, can you? ‘Don’t tell Riley’, ‘Don’t feel guilty’. Man, you need a break from people.”

“You have no idea.”

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Fantasy of the Day: Strawberry Milkshake

Inspired by @somethin-stupid-67

It's 2023. Not sure what state Jimmy and Kim are living in, but they decide to take the kids out for ice cream. Out in the parking lot, Jimmy notices some teenagers pointing at him and whispering. They are on their phones to make sure they are seeing what they think they see: Sure enough, it's that guy from YouTube. He grew a mustache, but it's still definitely him. Isn't he supposed to be in jail? One of the teens gets a bright idea and his friend pulls out his phone to start recording.

*Splat!* Something heavy and cold hits Jimmy right in the face. Pink drips down the front of his coat as he recovers from the shock. "Wooo! Did you guys get that? I hit Saul Goodman with a milkshake!" the boy screams, dancing around in front of the camera.

"Hey!" Jimmy yells, having to stop to make sure his nose isn't broken, "I'm just trying to have a nice night with my family here! How long am I going to be paying for something I did a lifetime ago?!" Usually Jimmy just tries to take this harassment in stride; society needs a scapegoat. But that cup easily could have hit Kim or his children instead, and that was enough for him to momentarily lose his temper. The comment was a mistake though, as now the hooligans' attention has been turned to the wife and kids. As the other teen continues to scroll through YouTube, he recognizes Kim as "That weird Jesus lady from basic cable". Kim tries to hide Iris behind her as the jerks begin to circle like vultures and ask more questions, but Iris has decided to handle this confrontation themself.

"Leave my dad alone! You think you're so tough?!" the five year old barks at the older kids in their pathetically squeaky voice. The boys just laugh at Iris. If nailing a minor celebrity in the face with strawberry ice cream wasn't enough, now a toddler is trying to threaten someone three times their size with the confidence of Bruce Willis; this is YouTube gold!

"Don't! Film! My daughter!" Jimmy steps between them. He doesn't want to get the law involved, when that's never worked too well for him in the past, but he'll do it if it comes to that.

"Everyone calm down!" Kim interrupts, "Alright. You got us. Very funny. But do you really think it's fair to put a child in the public eye without their consent?" The boys continue to posture with cavalier intimidation, but eventually the camera man breaks eye contact with the matriarch, realizing he might have started something he isn't prepared to finish. "We were leaving anyway," the other teen says, and the boys disperse.

Kim breathes a sigh of relief. She retrieves some paper towels from the car and begins blotting the milkshake off the front of her husband's coat. Jimmy keeps grumbling that the coat is probably ruined; his wife tells him he's worried over nothing; it will come out in the wash. Iris, however, has a good deal of questions what all that was all about. "Are you a movie star?" Iris skips around their parents in a circle excitedly. "Sure... I'm a movie star..." Jimmy sighs. This isn't the first incident which Iris has noticed their parents are apparently infamous. But they're still too young to understand why.

#mcwexler #parenthood timeline #kim wexler #saul goodman #gene takovic

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cookies-are-nice · 5 months

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Catalyst

Content : Mikey x Sachiko(OC), typical tokro revengers shananigans

Notes : English is not my first language and there are probably a lot of mistakes in here :'D. Also, I need to stress how cringe the first part of the story is but trust me, my writing gets better as you read😭

Chapter 1 : Rose of Tokyo

-ˋˏ ❀。* ✿˚* ੈ ‧₊*❈꧁🥀꧂❈ * ੈ‧₊ *₊° ❀ ˎˊ-

"Have you guys heard of the 'Rose of Tokyo'?" Akkun asked with hesitance.

"What kind of name is that?" Makoto asked mockingly.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHO?! THE GIRL WHO SAVED COUNTLESS OF OTHER WOMEN FROM BEING HARRASSED?! THE GIRL WHO IS RUMORED TO HAVE THE SKILL OF TOMAN'S LEADER?! THE GIRL WHO CAN KICK ASS?! THE GIRL WH-"

"OK, WE GET IT" Yamagishi was quickly cut off by Takemichi.

Despite that, he continued, "You are a disgrace to the brotherhood for not knowing that such a badass delinquentress existed."

"You are one annoying fanboy"

*GASPS* "HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY WORK YOU LITTLE-"

Yamagishi and Makoto get up to square up with each other, while the others continue to chill at the park.

*Sigh* "Those two are so annoying,"

Takemichi chuckles.

"But why did you ask us about her?"

"Oh, I want to know who she was."

"Akkun? I didn't know you were a fan"

"What no! I just wanted to thank her in person for helping my sister get out of trouble yesterday,"

"why can't you just find her and tell her,"

"she always runs away when someone tries to talk with her,"

"oh I see"

"WAIT, did you think WE of all people knew?"

"I thought Yamagishi would've found out by now."

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"

He yelled from a distance.

"WE THOUGHT YOU WOULD KNOW WHO SHE IS BY NOW SINCE YOU'RE SUCH A SIMP!"

"OH, YOU WANNA FIGHT?!"

"BRING IT ON FANBOY!"

Akkun left Takemichi and joined in on the fight.

Takemichi thought to himself as he glanced at the time displayed on his phone.

"Uh, I have to leave now, it's about to be dinner time."

His friends whined in disappointment. They bid farewell and Takemichi headed home. After walking for a while, he finally reached home. He swung open the door, threw his bag on their broad couch and rushed to the bathroom to take a quick shower. Emerging from his room after showering, he walked toward the sofa and flopped on it face down, not even making an effort to complete his schoolwork. Suddenly, he heard the house door being unlocked.

"TAKEMICHI IM HOME"

"Oh hi sis"

Sachiko comes in with some kfc that she bought for dinner.

"KFC?!"

"You got a 67% on your Math exam so I figured you should have a reward"

"THANK YOU SO MUCH!"

Takemichi exclaimed as he grabbed the bag of the finger-lickin' good fried chicken and dug in. While enjoying their dinner, Takemichi suddenly brought up a question.

"hey sis, have you heard of 'tokyo rose'?"

"...what"

"or something like that I probably messed up the name,"

"OH, you mean 'Rose of Tokyo' ? The one who goes around saving girls from getting harassed or something?"

"Why does everyone know who she is?"

"cause she showed up like 1 month ago I think."

<1 month 2 weeks and 4 days>

"oh really? I only found out about her recently, "

"huh, I didn't expect that from you, Takemichi,"

"what do you mean?"

"Oh cmon you know what I mean!"

'Wha- OH DONT THINK OF ME THAT WAY!"

"IT'S HARD NOT TO IF YOU'D HIDE THOSE MAGAZINES BETTER THEN MAYBE I WOULDN'T! "

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH STOP TALKING ABOUT THAT! "

"..."

An awkward silence filled the room—that was until Sachiko started eating again, Takemichi followed, not making eye contact.

"So uhm why did you ask me about her?"

"uh Akkun wanted to thank the girl for helping her sister"

"She already thanked m....." She mumbled then slowly trailed off.

"What?"

"O-oh I was saying his sister probably already thanked the girl"

"He wanted to thank the girl formally, "

"She really doesn't want it, I mean she doesn't do what she does for something in return, she does it because she wants to help out. Plus, she'd feel way too bad if she hadn't interfered with the situation."

"wait a minute"

<SH*T I SAID TOO MUCH>

"How do you know that much about her?"

"ARE YOU-*GASP*"

"UHM NO I'M NOT IT'S JUST THAT I-"

"ARE YOU SECRETLY IN LOVE WITH HER?! I MEAN YOU AND HER HAVE 'ROSE IN YOUR NAMES AND-" "I'm throwing you out of the house"

"NO WAIT-"

Sachiko jokingly forces Takemichi out of the house and smiles to herself thinking how lucky she is to have a brother this stupid. But he was right about one thing, she really needed to be careful when letting rumours about her spread.

more notes: AHHH THAT WAS SO CRINGE. I'm so sorry😭😭 I wrote that shi a year ago. I promise the next chapters will be better🤞

#mikey x reader #mikey x oc #mikey sano #manjiro sano #tokyo manji gang #tokyo revengers #sano mikey manjiro #hanagaki takemichi

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theglue17 · 6 months

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The Outsiders - Fan-Made Epilogue

There are two of us. A man and a woman.

Cherry and Pony.

Sherri and Ponyboy.

We are marked with scars - no, not scars. They are bruises. Though the old wounds of a lifetime of horseplay and recklessness have long faded, we still carry the bruises in our hearts.

Bob - an enemy to me, a lover to her. Caught up in the heat of battle, lost to the pain.

Dallas - desperate, broken, unable to take any more. He didn’t have to die; he chose to. But why? Why remove yourself from a life so many need back, like -

Johnny - the lost puppy. Was it really worth it, Johnnycake? Saving the kids, was it worth your life? It wasn’t for me. I needed you - we all did.

When night comes and the stars begin to shine, I can’t help but think of us, lying in the parking lot that night, so innocent and unsuspecting. Even in the darkest time, you found the light - heck, even when you were on the brink of death, you made mme see that there was still good in the world.

These are bruises. Old, yellowed ones that are a part of me. From day to day, they don’t hurt. But thinking of our fallen friends - like pressing on a bruise - it feels raw; tender. A part of me that I want to hide away and never confront.

Though I have grown old, I still remember. Cherry, my wife of 67 year, remembers

Though we are happily married, I know that deep down, some young, nostalgic part of her is still a little bit in love with the handsome, wild boy with the rings.

Now and then, I think about what it would be like if my buddies were alive now. I can imagine it perfectly - Dally’s tuff blond hair turned white like mine; Johnny’s fearful brown eyes crinkled at the corners from a lifetime of laughter. Or maybe all of them dead from lung cancer - Johnny smoked fags like there was no tomorrow.

I have been through a lifetime of pain - lost two friends, my parents and of course Bob.

I was young and daring. I could have gone the way of drugs, alcohol, and crime. It would have been so easy to wash away my pain… but I wouldn’t let myself.

Though I am no longer young, I believe that I still hold that ‘gold’ that Johnny was talking about. Perhaps not in the same way as before, now that I am old and broken-down, my mind slower than ever. But I managed to find good in the world, like Johnny - even when it seemed like there was no light at the end of the tunnel.

Because really, life goes on. Things happen that we have no control over, and the world just keeps on spinning. There are things worth living for, you just have to see it.

And maybe, one evening, just look up at the sunset. It seems to hold an infinity of answers, and represent all the beauty and the goodness in the world.

The memories still hurt, but not in the same way as before…

#the outsiders #fanfiction #epilogue #s e hinton #outsiders #the outsiders epilogue

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anotherferalrat · 2 months

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God. Fuckin. Dammit guys.

Youuuu lil gremlins didn't warn me.

My friends got me (dragged me against my will) into Genshin (hell)

And I spent-

8 REAL PERSON HOURS

grinding a bunch of quests. I am ruined. What am I supposed to do now? I streamed after a while bc I was bored and my friend came on and was like... wow. you've really been no life-ing this huh?

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fated2loveu · 6 months

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Question 1-30 for kiyo and 31-70 for dai~

Kiyoharu & Daichi

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

Parents passed away a long time ago. At the time it wasn’t the best.

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

Dai, when I left to run errands earlier today.

03: Do you regret anything?

Everything, well not everything, mostly not effectively communicating what I really felt and thought to the person who meant the most to me. For letting fear scare me into hiding instead of talking.

04: Are you insecure?

Yes.

05: What is your relationship status?

Divorced

06: How do you want to die?

Surrounded by people I love. Hopefully of old age. Or spontaneous death…..

07: What did you last eat?

Ramen

08: Played any sports?

A little baseball years ago.

09: Do you bite your nails?

Occasionally

10: When was your last physical fight?

3 years ago…..

11: Do you like someone?

Yes.

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

Many times

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

Yes

14: Do you miss someone?

Always

15: Have any pets?

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

Conflicted, without purpose.

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

Yeah sure.

18: Are you scared of spiders?

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

Yes

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

I don’t remember…… the bridge? The house?

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

Take the kids and visit the zoo.

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

I have 5 part time. I’m happy with what I have.

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

Yes, several

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

History

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

Everyday

26: What are you craving right now?

Pizza and sushi?

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

Regrettably

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

Don’t know of any?

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

Yes….. regrettably

30: What’s irritating you right now?

Me.

31: Does somebody love you?

No clue.

32: What is your favourite color?

Purple?

33: Do you have trust issues?

Depends on what it is.

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

The kids mainly Toki playing in the snow.

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

Yuuki?

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

Forgive. Memories last.

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

Not quite.

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

13?

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

Yes

51: Favourite food?

Tacos!

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

I know….. why things happen

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

Orange juice.

54: Is cheating ever okay?

No, but I’ve had compassion for drunken mistakes or blinded moments.

55: Are you mean?

56: How many people have you fist fought?

57: Do you believe in true love?

Yes

58: Favourite weather?

Spring

59: Do you like the snow?

Sure….

60: Do you wanna get married?

It’s a little late in life to want it

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

Depends

62: What makes you happy?

Children laughing

63: Would you change your name?

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

Uh…. Yeah

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

Don’t have one?

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

Emi

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

Kiyo

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

I believe soulmates can be formed

70: Is there anyone you would die for

My family

#yuukixkiyo #yuukixdai

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pvrply-bruises · 7 months

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October rules Week 1-2

SW: 66.1 kg

CW: 67 kg

General notes/thoughts/findings:

It was my 25th birthday and up until that day I could control myself easily.

18h+ fast became super easy. Plus, I have a coworker who is teaching me how he lasts fasting for 5 days at a time. He loves fasting as a gut health technique.

Eating only at work makes it easier to hide I barely eat.

I did not jog/run during the first 2 weeks. I walked a bit but not enough.

I fucking gained 0.9kg cause I ate too much from Thursday to Sunday. And then from Monday to Sunday.

A lot of people celebrated my best friend and my birthday which made me happy. But also, so much cake, fast food, expensive food, candy, alcohol ugh.

If I go to my boyfriend's after work I always end up eating cause my mother in law always has food, it's her love language.

I still need to fix my sleep schedule in order to wake up on time and run or jog.

My body is becoming a painful cage. My knees hurt as well as my back my neck my hips.

I need functional movement not only to lose weight but to feel like a 25 y.o not a 60 y.o

I decided to go for long fasts and high res. (18h+ and 1200cals).

I experience emotional hunger a lot more than physical hunger. And I strongly associate craving satisfaction with emotions, whether good or bad, really strong emotions.

Therefore, I no longer eat out of boredom, my eating has a purpose (yay!) but since I have issues controlling strong emotions like anger or happiness I could eat mindlessly (aw).

I have gotten the power of analysing my cravings before giving in and if they don't comply with certain requirements, I don't give in.

What requirements? Here:

They have to be 'healthy', no sugar, no processed carbs, no fast food,, it can't be an item that I could not replace with a green apple.

They have to be shared. If I am eating over 1.200cals or something as a craving, I have to share it with someone. I gain a mindful experience with a friend/coworker and I can eat less.

They cannot correspond to a strong emotion. And for that, I will wait at least a few hours before caving in.

I am having trouble connecting with others and simply existing in terms of emotional availability. I blame it on the fact that I am eating less, sleeping bad, lowering my carbs and sugar intake and lowering my coffee intake. But idk.

🕯️🍀Fingers crossed, next few weeks will go better and I will keep my focus⭐🧘🏻‍♀️

#ana trigger #tw ana fast #tw disordered eating #ed vent #notprojustusingthetags #skinnni #tw ed rant #ed bllog

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"Welcome Home"

So I might have started RPing on Twitter as Lexi, Dustin's older sister.

So I wrote her an intro, that turned into a one shot basically.

So it's technically not "x reader", but y'know, just do what I do and pretend my name is Lexi. 😅

I really actually love it. I hope you do!

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Lexi pulled up in front of her mother’s house in the dead of the night. She knew her and her little brother Dustin would be asleep by now, and she didn’t want to wake them. Not that she would, because she was completely and totally sober. Absolutely.

She had definitely not driven all the way from Chicago to Indiana with a six pack and some ‘special’ cigarettes, that was one she had definitely not done.

She got out and tried to be quiet closing the door on her 67 Mustang, but it still sounded like a huge bang to her. She sighed and pulled out a regular cigarette from her Levi’s jacket, drawn all over with sharpies and stickers. Paired with her black leather pants and her Aviators, you didn’t know whether to hug her or hide your belongings.

She had always been told she was the perfect blend of “sweet and sour”.

Lately though, it had all been sour. And who’s fault was that? Certainly not hers. Nothing was ever her fault. Not her dad leaving, not all the trouble her brother had gotten into the past few years. Nights she’d spend up worrying about him, especially when he brought a freaky looking dragon thing into their house. She was pretty sure it had eaten their cat.

Why did she feel so much responsibility for Dustin? Well, maybe it was because it had been a little her fault that her dad had taken off. She had found out about his affair with his secretary, and had blown the secret to her mother.

She hadn’t meant to, she actually really liked her dad. Even if he was a dick who couldn’t keep it in his pants. But it had just come out in an argument one day, a day thankfully Dusty was out with his friends. She had wanted to hurt her mother in that fight, and she had succeeded. She’d never forget the look on her mother’s face when she had thrown that horrible secret at her like a grenade. It came out of nowhere; well, out of nowhere to her. She was completely oblivious, or maybe had pretended to be for the sake of Lexi and Dusty.

But she had blown it, and before she knew it her dad was moving across town with his “new friend”. Then it was just Lexi, her distraught mother, and her little brother.

Nobody had told him what really happened, he just went on a ‘really long’ business trip, and then when that was getting old, her mother just told Dustin he had died on his trip. She had lost it by then, drinking a little more, caring less and less. She really lost it when Mews died.

So she had taken it upon herself to look after her brother, unbeknownst to him. Completely ignorant of the guilt she felt for “killing” his dad. She had thought about telling him the truth after her mother had made up that insane excuse, but she didn’t know what would be worse for him. A cheating dad, or a dead dad. She’d tell him when he was older. She promised herself.

When she had gotten accepted into Art School, she wasn’t going to go. Dustin was going into junior high and high school and her mom-- well, she had turned a corner, but Lexi still wasn't sure.

But once her mom had found the scholarship letter in the trash, it was over. She absolutely insisted that Lexi go, and that she would do better for Dusty. Lex still had a senior year, so she intended to enjoy it.

Unfortunately for Dustin, their mom did a total 180. Especially after that Byers kid died, or didn’t die, or something. Lexi wasn’t really sure. She was constantly worried about Dustin, asking where he was going all the time. But Dustin had already grown accustomed to taking care of himself, so he mostly blew off their mom. He did replace Mews, though.

Graduation day was great, Lexi was finally free. Free to leave the shithole that was Hawkins, Indiana, free to do whatever she wanted. Make whatever she wanted.

So why did she care so much that Munson kid wasn’t at the ceremony? His name didn’t even get called.

She didn’t know why at that moment when she was making plans for the best route to Chicago, and making road mix tips, his stupid face stuck in her head. He was a burnout, everyone knew that. He probably flunked, and was going to have to repeat. That’s obviously what happened.

Lexi didn’t know why that made her so sad. Maybe it was because she had seen him one last time before leaving Hawkns.

She had stopped at the QUIK TRIP to fill up, and she saw Eddie hanging out by another tank. He was blasting rock music and playing with a lighter, when Lexi had spoken up:

“You know you’re gonna set this place on fire if you keep doing that,” She smarmed, causing him to look over at her with a smartass grin.

“Maybe that’s the point, Henderson,” He lowered his Aviators just a tad so she could see his brown eyes.

“Whatever, burnout,” She shook her head as she put her pump back into the holder and started to get back into her car. She was stopped by Eddie hopping on the edge of her car, threatening to fall back into her open backseat.

“Want some for the road, Lex?” He smirked, holding out a bag to her. He knew she had smoked a bit that year, never bought any for herself. She wasn’t that degenerate.

She stared at him, well his hands. Those rings were glistening in the sun, highlighting how god damn beautiful his hands were. She may have had sat in the back of an English class they had together sophomore year so she could stare at them.

That’s all she wanted to do in that moment; stand there and stand at his hands forever.

“Earth to Henderson…” Suddenly he was snapping those gorgeous digits at her, knocking her from her trance.

“RIght,” she nervously nodded, swiping the bag from his hand and quickly getting in her car, starting it up.

Eddie moved to the front of the car, still smiling at her.

“So, I guess I’ll…never see ya around,” he chuckled, gesturing to her U-HAUL attached to her Mustang.

“Mmm,” she had looked him up and down one more time, memorizing everything about him in that moment.

“Never say never,"

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And now here she was, back in her driveway. Back with the same U-Haul. But not the same girl. Not in any way. She had been hopeful and carefree when she had left that Summer day, so full of optimism and sunshine.

Here she stood, now more of a lifesaver left in an ashtray, staring up at her brother’s room. The sun was starting to peek out over the little suburb, she was going to have to make a decision:

Sleep this off in the car, or risk waking her mother and brother up to crash in her room.

“I wonder if Munson’s bed is open,” her stoned mouth spoke without her stoned brain being aware. Once it was, Lexi realized what she had said and looked around rampantly. As if saying his name was going to magically summon him. He probably wasn’t even there anymore. Right? I mean, that was almost two years ago. There was no way.

She sighed, her eyelids getting heavy. Seems her decision was being made for her, as she slowly slid into the backseat of her car falling asleep in the rising summer sun.

She wondered who she’d see back home.

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson drabble

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INTRODUCTING ... I POUR ALCOHOL INTO THE GAPING HOLE IN MY CHEST. IT DOES NOT HEAL / NOT TODAY / MAYBE TOMORROW.

GENERAL DETAILS.

FULL NAME: weston tobias abbott NICKNAME(S): wes, toby, chef in professional settings AGE: forty DATE OF BIRTH: november 22nd PLACE OF BIRTH: westerly, ri CURRENT LOCATION: westerly, ri — returned officially about nine months ago ETHNICITY: caucasian; german & british hailing GENDER: cis male PRONOUNS: he / him ORIENTATION: questioning RELIGION: lapsed catholic OCCUPATION: executive chef & current owner of restaurant ‘ six oh one ‘ LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: two bedroom flat downtown; he’s hardly unpacked since moving in but at least he has a couch! FINANCIAL STATUS: upper middle class with tendencies to splurge on practical and collectible items alike. SPOKEN LANGUAGES: english, conversational german

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

FACECLAIM: chris evans HAIR COLOR AND STYLE: dark brown, styled in a medium length quiff with tapered sides. EYE COLOR: cornflower blue with flecks of green. EYESIGHT: farsighted, often wears round frame reading glasses to combat such. HEIGHT: 6′1″ WEIGHT: 187 lbs. BODY AND BUILD: well built & athletic TATTOOS: lots of meaningless stick and pokes dotted around the few that actually have some meaning; most notably, his brother’s birthday transcribed on his left wrist. PIERCINGS: none, but he still has a scar from that one time he had a brow piercing. CLOTHING STYLE: moody with classical, slim silhouettes when not adorning his whites in the kitchen. SIGNATURE SCENT: devoted dior sauvage wearer

HEALTH.

MENTAL DISORDER(S): unmedicated anxiety disorder SLEEPING HABITS: constantly tired, hardly well rested; sleeps ‘ when he can ’. EATING HABITS: unregulated but he keeps a somewhat healthy diet. SOCIABILITY: none. do not perceive him. ADDICTIONS: alcoholism, previous history with prescription pill abuse. DRUG USE: irregularly, only smokes weed ALCOHOL USE: frequently but not socially

PERSONALITY.

LABEL(S): the isolato, the crestfallen, the despondent POSITIVE TRAITS: independent, ambitious, imaginative, competitive, reliable NEGATIVE TRAITS: enigmatic, nihilistic, domineering, perfectionistic, penitent HABITS: taking up space for no good reason: sprawling across chairs and couches, leaning in doorframes and against walls, taking his anger out on his line staff, nervous hand rubbing. GOALS AND AMBITIONS: hardly inhibits any current long term ambitions on account of his therapist’s suggestion; for now, wes’ only goal is getting through the day.

FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.

MOTHER: gisela abbott ( 67, alive ) FATHER: elias abbott ( 73, deceased ) SIBLING(S): jaime abbott ( 39, deceased ), mila abbot ( 37, alive ) PET(S): none officially but he’s befriended a stray cat unofficially garbo on account of how many times he’s spotted it rummaging in the garbage bins behind six oh one.

BACKSTORY

TW: child neglect, familial loss, mentions of mental health

the eldest by a handful of months, weston grew up trying to be everything his little siblings needed. their parents are twisted but he would learn to see them1 through rose-colored glasses instead of living in pain. when his siblings fell, he felt it, too, & when they cried, weston was the shoulder to lean on. it’s too much responsibility. his parents fed and clothed them, but he held their mental health in his hands and the truth is he was no better. weston just got so good at hiding behind this mask that he couldn’t seem to tell the difference between himself & party favor anymore, and the fact of the matter is that while weston was quiet and just so different in a way that his parents feared he would be, he blended in like a chameleon.

he was class president & prom royal. that’s the way it’s always been. but all the academic strivings and kodak ready smiles in the world can’t hide the fact that weston was no better. the older he got, the more they could see. his grandmother, first. then his little brother’s best friend. his first love. everything he tried to hide sits in his lap & wes tried to wrestle it into submission and but sometimes it won. they know him but he doesn’t. his eyes flashed golden sometimes when he’s mad enough that he remembers that he’s the one who put the burn stains on the wood floors of his family’s old home, but he’s more human than anyone can ever even imagine.

he was angry in a way they couldn’t be. he liked classical music at prolific volumes and he liked driving his car too fast and wes liked making people regret believing in him. his mother scoffs. says he’s just like his grandmother who she moved countries to get away from, who drank vodka like orange juice, who never could stand the way her daughter liked to lie to herself. his father glances away. asks weston to please turn that down, or please show your ‘ friend ‘ out, or to please stop ruining dinner. when he’s home alone again at age eighteen wes makes them regret treating him like this. and when he’s nineteen when they leave the keys to the porsche in his eyesight. and when he’s twenty-one and him and jaime can’t even make it up the steps to the front door because you’re so wasted new years eve. wes can be angry and vicious and that made him really fucking happy in a way that nothing else does.

but, when his father passes, reality grips wes with a frightening stillness. while his siblings are inducted into the family business and take the helm of the restaurant, wes packed his life away into cardboard boxes and leaves washington for the first time in his life. his first taste of true freedom. freedom, as it turned out, felt an awful lot like being confined as well, as weston shackled himself to shitty jobs to keep a steady flow of money coming in, living in leaky flats with shitty roommates and eating a lot of humble pie as he figured himself out. eventually, he finds his own current and instead of cleaning dishes, he prods the idea that had always lingered in the back of his mind: culinary school. he’d never been the best cook, jaime had bested him at that, but it was something weston could apply himself to, so he latched on.

for the first time in many, many years, weston allows himself to follow through and with this new career set into motion, he took the plunge and quit his day-job the moment that first soux chef check landed in his palms. he spends the next few years embracing this one true freedom — falling in love with girl who he didn’t deserve once, twice, maybe three times, studying things that truly enthralled him, and establishing himself in the culinary field. swiftly rising from soux to executive chef, his name becoming synonymous with splashy ‘chefs to watch for’ writeups and running a world class line staff. though, weston stills for just a moment long enough for life to pass him by at a frightening pace. within the span of a few months he was awarded the james beard foundation award and in the same span, lost his younger and only brother, jaime. as it turns out, old habits thought to be deaded a decade ago have an odd habit of rearing their heads when least needed and so the cycle reinvents itself and lurches onward.

and it’s like being guilty for a crime he hadn’t committed because while weston was innocent in the larger scheme of things, he cannot help but to think that it should have been him. if anyone could bare the weight of the world, let alone keep the family business afloat, it could have been weston. not jaime. jaime should have been the one living his life, and instead he took his father’s place while wes indulged in god knows who or what for the past decade. for now, weston is back in town, picking up where jaime left off: cooking up good food, repaying back a debt he didn’t take out, and trying his very best not to think of all the unpleasant things.

HEADCANONS

renamed barnie’s ( the family restaurant ) after jamie’s birthday on 06/01/83

slipped back into binge drinking after his brother passed

still attends his AA meetings, though he has yet to fess up to not being sober; mostly just attends for emotional validation at this point.

while they weren’t born at the same time, wes and jaime were oft called the “ abbott twins ” growing up on account of how closely they stuck to one another.

currently receiving a bit of pushback following the recent conversion of barnies into six oh one but there still hope of getting both kitchen staff and previous regulars of the restaurant on board with the change.

owns thousand dollar chef knives but has no curtains in his apartment.

#⠀ ⠀ W. ABBOTT ⠀ ⠀ 〳 ⠀ ⠀about #wri:intro #my baby my baby

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10, 11, 22, 40, 45, 52, 61, 67, 74, 76, 78, 83, 88,

Who else would I be if I didn't send you a long list of what I wanna know desperately cause 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 I'm greedy~

*sigh* the things I do for you~

10: Hannibal is an antique doll, which Will finds at a yardsale as a child. He soon becomes Will's closest, and sometimes only, friend. Little does Will's father know, the doll is actually haunted, possessed by the soul of the actual Hannibal, who is possessive of Will and more than a little aggressive when he feels Will has been threatened in any way. As Will grows older, he learns to cohabitate with the spirit, but Hannibal is not satisfied with their simple existence and relationship.

11: Hannibal gets lost in the woods. He hasn't ever really gotten lost in the woods before, and no matter what he does, he can't find his way out, despite knowing it was only a small copse of trees he had wandered into. Soon, he meets a strange being in the woods, who calls himself Will, and claims to own the woods Hannibal is trapped in. Mind games, starvation, and much more.

22: Hannibal is a symbiote. Think Venom. He hitches a ride out of the lab on a reporter who wasn't supposed to be there, and finds someone interesting as he's looking through her thoughts. Freddie Lounds must take him to Will Graham. Will Graham, who then refuses to believe any of what he is seeing or experiencing is real.

40: Hannibal hears about a store where you can purchase something that you need. What that is depends entirely on you, and you won't know it until you see it. When he walks in, he's amazed by the man he finds, and the way he immediately identifies the object that is meant for Hannibal amongst the clutter of the shop. When he gets the item home, Hannibal experiences something he can't exactly explain, so he returns to the shop to demand answers of Will Graham.

45: So, sorta based on Anastasia. Hear me out. So Will was a prince, and Hannibal was a servant boy who spent almost all his time with the young royal. A war breaks out, and the two become separated, and Will forgets everything about his past. Years later, Hannibal manages to track him down, but has to help Will get his memories back before he can confess he's been in love with him since before they were separated.

52: Mostly just a concept without a plot at this point. Will is albino, but he manages to hide it. Hannibal figures it out. Things happen from there. I dunno. It's a work in progress.

61: This one actually is about Will having synesthesia, as I mentioned in one of my previous answers having to do with Hannibal having synesthesia. As I mentioned in that one, it's been a difficult idea to get going, but I still think I'll get it written eventually.

67: There was a prophecy that Will would kill the monster in the woods. The woods that no one dares walk through after dark, and try to avoid during the day as much as possible. All except Will, who goes there to avoid all the attention his supposed destiny brings to his door. He has never seen the monster in the woods, but one day he met a strange man who doesn't fear the woods, or the monster. Hannibal Lecter is kind, and doesn't seem to care that Will is destined to be a hero. He listens. When is a monster not a monster?

74: Hannibal is given charge of a young man who has been marked. This particular mark is there to signify that the bearer is someone who will bite. Someone who uses their teeth as a weapon, like an animal. Hannibal finds Will interesting and intelligent, but with a fire that he can't help but be drawn to.

76: This is actually two fics, but inspired by one movie. The Ghost and Mrs. Muir. Because the ghost in that movie is just so Will coded, but also so Hannibal coded. A captain of a ship who doesn't want anyone in his house? Will. A man who is particular about what a new tenant does with his things? Hannibal. So I've split it into two fics, and they each have the same premise. There's a haunted house on the market, and one determined ghost who is about to meet a stubborn man who won't go back on their decision to live there.

78: I've been working on this idea for a long time, but it's taking a lot of research because I don't want to be disrespectful or misrepresentative. Will is deaf. He has a cochlear implant, and he can usually keep it from being noticed because of his hair, and doing whatever he can to not draw attention to it.

83: Will died. He didn't realize he'd died until he met his caseworker, who laid it all out for him. He's stuck haunting his house, and no one can see or hear him. His dogs know he's there, and he's glad of that. When the new owners of his house show up and start messing everything up, he calls on Hannibal, a demon who promises he can help. Think Beetlejuice.

88: There's this really cool thing I learned about. It's not technically legal in most states right now, but in my fics I can do whatever I want. Hannibal turns bodies into food for forest animals. It's completely Eco-friendly and cool. Will Graham decides to utilize his services as a body-disposal plan. Hannibal wants desperately to learn more about the man who brings him bodies so frequently, but Will is a very private person. Hannibal has to get creative.

#hannigram fic #fanfic #hannibal fanfiction #fan fiction #ask game #\

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Octane

Hawaii Five-0 Prompt Drabble:

Keyword: Control

Word Count: 978

This one has been on my mind for quite some time. I always figured Danny was pretty good undercover and I wanted to explore that a little bit. No beta, you know how that goes. 🤙

She often wondered how she ended up in situations like this.

Kono blanched as she held on for dear life. She had one hand braced on the dash in front of her while the other white-knuckled the door handle at her side. Her eyes were wide with pure surprise and proud adrenaline-fueled glee; she had no idea that something like this would ever happen! With an almost hysterical laugh, she glanced over just in time to see Danny shift gears with ease. He was in complete and total control of the car as if it was an extension of himself.

According to Steve, all Danny did was shout and complain at him for driving way too fast. Kono figured out there was a reason for it; Danny hadn’t been the one driving. He may gripe and say that McGarrett was a control freak but Danny was almost just as bad. This was the first time she had really seen Danny in a solid month, he had been under deep cover with a group of street racers and car thieves.

Kono gripped the handle tighter as the car accelerated; Danny pushed so they were leagues ahead of the other competitors. Kono gritted her teeth biting back a yelp and a burst of laughter when he made a sharp drifting turn. She couldn’t wait to tell Steve all that she had learned about Danny, despite the rant of epic proportions the Detective would hand out. Danny couldn’t hide and flounder now that they were both on the line; Kono wasn’t supposed to be there in the first place after all.

Steve had gotten worried when Danny didn’t check in on time or even the days after. With his identity blown, Steve had decided that Kono would be the one to go check up on their favorite Haole. Once she was at one of the underground races, Kono was in awe.

It had been a surreal experience especially when she saw Danny leaning against an older model of his Camaro wearing a carefree smile as he talked to their main suspect, Jax Calder. Casually she had moved through the crowd wearing a flirty smile and an outfit that left little to the imagination. Her eyes scanned the party goers and racers with an internal snort, in the end, her choice of wardrobe was considered modest.

She had passed by Danny catching his eye. She knew he saw her by the way his head cocked to the side subtly with a toothy grin. Jax followed his gaze and grinned as Kono looked down plastering a shy smile on her own face. Calder nudged her friend with an elbow and a snicker, “I see how it is man, go on.”

Danny watched Jax leave and meet up with others from the group before heading toward Kono, this time though his smile was gone. Suddenly she felt like a child up way past her bedtime. Danny gently took her arm and steered her away from the crowd and back toward his car. “Kono,” he all but growled and her flirty smile became sheepish.

“You can’t be here.” he hissed making sure to block them both from view by opening the passenger side door for her. Getting into the black 67’ Camaro she looked up at him making sure to keep her voice low,

“Steve got worried.”

Danny rolled his eyes and sighed, “I don’t check in on time once and he sends in the calvary. Believe it or not, I know what I’m doing.” he shut the door with a slam. He rounded the car and got into the driver's seat,

“We haven’t heard from you in days brah,” Kono intoned making a show of buckling up. Danny gripped the wheel, taking a deep breath he put on his own seatbelt before looking over at her.

“I know but if Mr. I-need-to-control-everything waited one more day I would have called. These guys are more dangerous than we originally thought. Calder is only the middle man, someone else is pulling the strings. Someone whose a bit more brutal when it comes to dealing with his crew and those who get in his way…” he said trailing off and letting the new information sink in. Kono’s brows furrowed,

“What do you mean?”

Danny clicked his tongue as he started the engine, “I mean you’re in until you die by a bullet or a fiery blaze of glory.” he ground out remembering the kid who had been shot the previous night with a flinch. Kono gaped at him her mouth hanging open for a second then snapping it shut.

A loud tap at the driver's side window made her jump. Danny turned and rolled down the window with an easy-going attitude that she had never expected from him. “Hey man,” Jax leaned down resting his forearm on the car, he shot Kono a wink and a smile. Turning his attention to Danny they bumped fists,

“Win this race and you got the rest of the night. Just don’t be late tomorrow, we uh got a new girl coming in and the Boss wants her ready for send off.” he said and Danny nodded,

“I’ll be there, bright-eyed and satisfied babe,”

Jax cackled bumping fists with Danny again, with a happy nod of approval he moved away from the car. Rolling up his dark tinted window Danny rolled his eyes muttering “Schmuck,” under his breath.

And that was how Kono found herself speeding at over a hundred down Kamehameha highway with a storm on the horizon. She was glad that she trusted Danny with her life otherwise, she would have been scared out of her mind.

He needed to win the race so she could get back to Steve. The head of Five-0 wasn’t going to be happy that his partner and best friend is deep, deep trouble.

#hawaii five 0 #h50 #h50 fandom #danny danno williams #danny williams #kono kalakaua #steve mcgarrett mention #prompt drabble #hailey the queen of typos #no beta #bamf danny williams

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