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cobaltperun · 3 months

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Genius (12 - Finale) - I'm Alive

Cairo Sweet x female (G!P) Reader

Summary: It was such a cliché, a reunion she didn’t expect to ever happen, let alone six years after she last saw you. It was supposed to mean nothing, a bit of nostalgia, maybe a brief catching up while waiting for class, it was supposed to be a small wave of nostalgia, not a tsunami that disrupted her entire life. You were her opposite, and as hard as she tried she couldn’t resist your pull.

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-When you call on me, when I hear you breathe, I get wings to fly, I feel that I'm alive-

I am a shadow. Born and raised in the light, though dark remains my natural habitat. I am a shadow that was given freedom, released from the one who cast me. My greatest achievement? Using that newfound freedom and giving myself a shape beyond a dark figure without a face, without a voice, or identity.

I thought of my home as mundane, mediocre, I wished to leave it behind, searching for something more meaningful. I believed I had accomplished nothing, instead wasting my youth on normal, on boring. Valedictorian, though I am, I found that to be boring, average, not worthy of being called a great, let alone the greatest achievement of my life.

I sought affirmation, I sought recognition of my talents, a love so strong it would transcend conventions, and I found none of that. Instead, I found betrayal. I sought excitement, and instead found stability, support, and someone who built me up, improving me and letting me improve her and us in return.

And we traveled the world. Leaving our lives behind and with little more than a backpack of bare necessities, we traveled. At first, inspired by 'Around the World in Eighty Days' we visited our first destinations, traveling as tourists, and then we changed our minds.

We stopped traveling from place to place, we stayed, we lived there, experiencing the culture, the differences from what we were used to, and the journey around the world became a journey through 10 countries, one month for each one.

That is my greatest achievement, opening my mind to the world, to different values and cultures, learning and embracing the parts that resonated with me the most, and understanding the others. And I wrote about it, pages upon pages flowed through me and onto the screen or paper, and from that a tale was born. 10 stories about life, about will, about what it means to be human and free, each through the eyes of multiple people I met, combined into one.

My greatest achievement is finding my purpose.

You finished reading Cairo’s Yale essay on her greatest achievement and looked up, smiling widely at your girlfriend as she impatiently awaited your response.

“So?” she asked, and you hummed, leaning back on the sofa in the simple hotel room, you glanced outside, seeing the beautiful beach as the Sun began rising. You two deserved a bit of a vacation after the past year, because, well, it wasn’t that you just traveled and lived, you worked in those countries, so, you were taking a bit of a break now that Cairo would apply for Yale. “Y/N?” she warned you playfully as she moved from the sofa next to you to straddling your lap.

You grinned, your hands dropping to her thighs as she leaned in and kissed you. “You want to make out or do you want me to tell you about your essay?” you laughed when she pulled back for a bit.

“Can’t see why we can’t multitask,” she whispered in your ear and bit your earlobe gently.

“I can try,” you kissed her neck several times, making sure not to leave marks, since she needed to go and have a talk about her book with the publisher that was interested in it. “I think you are brilliant,” you told her, and groaned as Cairo, of course, didn’t have to worry about marks on your neck and her nails left tiny red lines along it while she kissed just beneath your ear. “Fuck, Cairo! You know I’m an awful critic when,” you pulled her collar aside and latched onto the skin of her shoulder since that was fair game. “we’re making out!” you complained earning a laugh from the girl on your lap.

“You are an awful, lovestruck, critic in general,” she teased, a low moan slipped past her lips as she pushed her body against you and hugged you tightly.

“Mhm,” you agreed, you absolutely agreed, but she was just as bad. “Remember when I recorded playing an out of tune guitar? You know, when it sounded like a sin against music?” you reminded her and smirked when she blushed. “You said, and I quote ‘It’s perfect’ just because I was making you feel really good,” you dragged your bottom lip up her neck before kissing her. Her mouth opened immediately, and you felt her tongue inside your mouth. “In all seriousness, I think you won. You did it, you overcame it all,” you said, no longer making out with her, instead you were just leaning your forehead down on her shoulder while she hugged you. “You were stronger than everything that happened in that school,” you ran your fingers through her hair, soothing her when she tightened her hold on you. “You’ll get in, I have no doubt in my mind, that’s how good your essay is,” you assured her, completely confident in that being the outcome.

~X~ Five years later ~X~

A smell of wild roses engulfed her senses as she brushed her hair, humming a tune of your band’s new song.

“You are, against all odds, somehow still tone deaf,” came Winnie’s biting remark from the bathroom and Cairo felt her eye twitching at her best friend’s constant teasing. “How can your Biker Girl even handle the sounds you make?” Winnie came out of the bathroom and leaned on the wall.

Cairo had a bit of a lecherous grin on her face and Winnie immediately put her hand up.

“Nope, no way, none of that, I do not need that image tonight,” she stopped Cairo before she could even say that you did, in fact handle the aforementioned sounds in a certain way. But Cairo figured she could show some mercy to Winnie, seeing as the two of them were getting ready for a fairly big concert of your band, the biggest one so far, in fact.

“She sure made it,” Cairo smiled, remembering how you managed to scramble together a band and slowly but surely gain popularity and make it work in the end. A lot has happened since the two of you came back from your one-year break. Cairo just published her third book, Winnie had several art exhibitions and was gaining quite a reputation in graphic design, and you not only had your own band but also worked as a songwriter.

While she went to college you focused on your career, and she was immensely proud of you.

“Okay, get that lovestruck look off your face, your face will get frozen like that,” Winnie laughed and shoved Cairo jokingly, only for Cairo to shove her back until they fell back onto the bed, laughing like they did all those years ago when they were teenagers.

“Come on, I don’t want to be late,” Cairo sat up, a grin still on her face as she went to finish getting ready.

~X~

The bright stage lights, clear night skies above you, the screaming crowd in front of you, and in the midst of it all you saw Cairo standing near the stage, and you heard her louder than anyone else as you sang. The drums and guitars overpowered the crowd as people sang along with you and you had to force yourself to look away from her.

The band was still a bit young, so you were mixing in some covers to get to that three-hour mark and right now, to close things off, you were singing ‘Shapeshifters’ by Hands Like Houses, a fairly fitting song for you and Cairo if you could say so yourself.

“We will be unbreakable! Let's take it all as a reminder we'll never need, every place we dance, in a way, we never leave! We're toe to toe, side to side, beneath the stars, we will be unbreakable!” you sang hyping the crowd up as you played the guitar in your arms. And then you calmed it all down and looked at Cairo once more, and knowing what part of the song was coming up she stopped cheering and just smiled at you, her eyes filled with love. “From up this close, I can't see a thing, aside from you in front of me. I can't recall a night this clear, a better light to lead us here, no brighter diamond in the sky than those embedded in your eyes!”

You finished the song and thanked the crowd, one more concert finished successfully and with the crowd more than pleased with your performance. You just took a moment to take it all in, see how far you’ve come, you and Cairo, and Winnie as well, but Cairo especially. She truly overcame it all, coming out stronger than ever before, and you wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of your life with her, watching her blossom again and again, with each new book, each new achievement, each new thing that brought her happiness.

“Go get your girl,” Rick, your drummer laughed, and you just rolled your eyes, but you weren’t about to complain, Winnie would go back to the hotel with them, you and Cairo on the other hand…

You jumped off the stage and Cairo ran up to you and jumped into your arms, and you spun her around, grinning at the clothes she chose to wear. “Wanna ditch this place?” the two of you already planned this, which was why your precious motorcycle was parked next to your band’s van.

“Mhm,” she kissed you while you still held her, and soon enough the sound of the motorcycle engine roaring as you drove down the highway, taking a break from the big city became the only sound the two of you heard. The scenery around you changed, and you felt Cairo tightening her hold on you. Before she began writing her next book, before you made plans for a tour with the band, before work once again took up your free time, you would just take time and have fun together.

Away from everything else, just the two of you, the way it was long before you even fell in love with one another.

A/N: Short, but I really didn't want to drag things out, I thought there'd be more to write, but this just feels complete as it is. If I knew, I would have just combined chapters 11 and 12. Anyway, there goes another story, unlike with Lost I don’t intend to write side stories so, unless someone requests it, I am saying goodbye to Cairo. It was more fun than I expected and thank you all for reading! Oh, and, there's going to be a poll, yes, I am being evil again. Sorry 🤣🤣

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jexnkookie · 2 months

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The Law of Attraction (Lawyer! Jung Kook x Reader) [Part 3]

Story Synopsis: Throughout his life, Jung Kook has only ever loved one girl. Despite her being out of his league and of an elite class that he wasn't born into, he fell hard, keeping his feelings a closely guarded secret. When they parted ways, and Jung Kook pursued his law career, he did so with the intent of moving on. But when she unexpectedly arrives back into his life, Jung Kook finds himself once again face to face with his own insecurities, and the girl of his dreams.

Story Rating: M (18+) [Language, sex, depression, alcoholism]

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Characters/Pairings: Lawyer! Jung Kook x Reader (feat. Jimin x Reader)

Chapter Word Count: 2.8k

Authors Note: I've been at home with not much to do today, so I decided to add the third chapter for you all before the weekend ends. Once again, thank you all for the kind words and taking the time to read this story. I've also decided to start a tag list, after being asked for it, so if you'd like to be included in that, please just let me know! x

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The warm, morning sun peeked through the opening of the drawn curtains in your hotel bedroom, covering everything in a glowing light. Your mind slowly awoke, piecing together where you were, and what happened last night. You smiled at the thought, and reached out for your fiancé to hold him. But the side of the bed that was supposed to be his was cold and empty, making you open your eyes and furrow your brows.

You got up slowly, walked out into the living room portion of your suite, and your eyes widened at the bottles of alcohol lining the coffee table. Jimin was there, passed out on the sofa, in a way you haven’t seen in a very long time. It made your chest ache for him, knowing he was slipping back into himself.

“Honey?” You called out to no response. You walked over and kneeled down beside him, brushing his soft, blonde locks from his beautiful face. “Jimin…”

He murmured something under his breath but refused to open his eyes, and moments later, he was back asleep as his body clearly tried to fight off the elevated alcohol levels in his system. You felt your eyes begin to tear up at the man in front of you, confused as to what could’ve sent him spiraling backwards.

“You promised me you wouldn’t do this again, baby.” You whispered through spilling tears, knowing from experience that it was useless. He can’t hear you in his state. “You fucking promised me, Jimin… I-I can’t be around you right now, my love, I’m so sorry.”

With that, you stormed into the bedroom and slid into a quick pair of leggings and a sweatshirt from your suitcase, grabbing your designer bag and phone. You began heading towards the door, but paused, looking back to the man you loved so, incredibly deeply. Not knowing what else to do to, you made your decision to look away from the heartbreaking disaster in front of you. You headed out the door, down the hall, and slipped quickly into the elevator to take you out of the building.

The streets were busy, despite it being so early on a weekend morning. You loved the bustle of the city, as it offered a pleasant distraction. Watching people as you passed each other, you could easily slip into their life through your imagination. What job did they work? Were they single, or with someone? What did they like to eat? Did they have children? You could imagine it all, pretending to be somebody else in your mind, if only for a brief time. It was a coping strategy you learned as a girl, when you wanted to escape your own life, and the irony of it was never lost on you. You weren’t foolish, you saw the way people eyed your designer clothing, and you knew they must wonder what your life was like. They would never really knew that you would trade it all in for theirs, if it meant having a life that was just a little less complicated.

Lost in thought, you had wandered several blocks down from your apartment, just exploring the beautiful neighborhood. You stumbled upon a homey-feeling American diner, with large windows on side, looking somewhat out of place built into the bottom floor of a large, very modern skyscraper. You could see in from where you stood across the street, and watched the staff bring coffee and delicious looking breakfast to each guest. The crosswalk light signaled green, so you began walking towards the restaurant, deciding to grab a bite to eat to clear your head. Maybe I could grab some yummy food for Jimin too, you thought, and talk things over while he sobers up.

You entered through the front door, and the attached bell rang to alert the staff of a new customer.

“Good morning!” A sweet, red headed waitress with an apron tied around her waist called out in a sing-song voice from behind the counter. “Sit anywhere, I’ll bring you a menu!”

“Thank you!” You responded, looking around for a place to sit. It seemed as though the place was a packed house, with every booth being taken.

But there, in the back corner, you spotted a familiar face. Or, what you could catch of his face, as it was buried in his menu, with wide, boyish eyes looking over each option. You were thankful to see him, thinking it an intervention of some sort to keep you from having to be completely alone with your thoughts.

“Excuse me,” You walked over to the waitress who had greeted you. “That man in the corner there is a friend of mine, is he with someone?”

“No ma’am.” She responded, shaking her head. “He likes to come in often and eat by himself.”

“I think I’ll sit with him and surprise him, then. I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t interrupting anything.” You smiled, which she returned. “Thank you.”

You made your way over to him, with an unwavering grin on your face. When you arrived by his table, he still hadn’t looked up, lost on the seemingly endless food options on the menu.

“Excuse me, is this seat taken? This place is so busy, I was wondering if I could join you?”

Jung Kook’s eyes widened at the sound of that voice. The voice he would know anywhere, pleasant and gentle.

“Y/N?” He responded, looking up at you. “What are you doing here? A-And of course, please, sit. Um, hi.” He mentally kicked himself for stuttering. Cool. He said sarcastically to himself.

“Hi.” You giggled at his surprised and stumbling reaction. “I just decided to leave the hotel for a bit, and I spotted this place from across the street. It’s so popular, it must be delicious.”

“Mhm, I come here sometimes and it’s always busy.”

“Yeah? The waitress I talked to said she sees you in here often.”

“O-oh… Yeah, I guess she probably does.” Jung Kook said shyly.

You both made small talk over the food, the neighborhood and the local things to do that Jung Kook has discovered in his short time being here. While the conversation itself had little significance, happening over modest diner eggs, toast and coffee, the feeling Jung Kook had was indescribable. He never forgot, even after years of being apart, just how easy it is to have a conversation with you. The way you listen so intently, and keep your attention, as though nothing else in the world mattered. It made him feel so special and seen. Your voice was just as sugary as ever, and your giggles never changed, still able to make his heart race. He wanted to hear that laugh forever, and he wanted to be the man who made it happen.

“Where’s Mr. Park this morning?” Jung Kook asks, suddenly noticing that you were alone.

“Oh, Jimin?” You paused, hesitation not going unnoticed by the perceptive man sitting across from you. “He, um… He just wanted to sleep in. Jet lag and all that, y’know?”

“Oh, right.” Jung Kook nodded, not wanting to dig deeper into your pregnant pause. It isn’t my business, he thought. “He seems like a great guy, by the way. You seem happy.”

“Y-Yeah.” You stuttered, praying tears didn’t come to your eyes. “Jimin’s really amazing, he always has been. But um, what about you, Jung Kook? Are you seeing someone?”

“No.” Jung Kook chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee. “No, I uh… I broke off an engagement back in Korea before moving to the city.”

“You were engaged?” You asked, making sure you heard him correctly. “I’m so sorry to hear that it didn’t work out.”

Jung Kook paused, thinking back to the woman whose heart he broke, as he looked at the woman who he’s always truly loved. You’re the reason I couldn’t love her. He said internally, gazing at your face.

“It’s ok. I just think she wasn’t the one for me.”

“Yeah? It sounds like you believe that everyone has someone perfect out there, just for them.” You said with a smile, and Jung Kook looked at your face, adoring the way the morning sun attached itself to your skin, making you glow. “I think so, too.”

“I’ve always believed that. Everyone deserves to find their happiness.” Jung Kook said, his tone shifting in a way you couldn’t quite place, but his chocolate brown eyes were delicate as he looked at you. He swallowed, his tone heavy yet genuine when he added, “I’m glad you and Jimin found each other.”

Your lips parted, attempting to find words that weren’t there. So you just nodded and offered a polite smile. The silence was thankfully cut short by the waitress, who brought your check. You went to reach for your wallet, but Jung Kook pulled his card out first and laid it onto the table.

“Please, let me.” He said, his voice warm. “We’ll call it a thank you, for surprising me. I’m glad you did.”

“Ok.” You grinned, unsure as to why your cheeks were heating up at his compliment.

While you and Jung Kook were lost in your breakfast and conversation, Jimin had woken up to an empty hotel room. His head ached, but no worse than his chest did when he realized your absence. He had wanted to crawl into bed with you, hold you tight, and apologize for what he had done in the best way he knew how; cover your body with love, and spend the morning buried between your thighs as he pleasured you with kisses and soft, pressured licks. But when the bed was empty, the panic set in.

Quick thinking led him to go to his phone, and find your location, as you always shared your location with each other. He spotted your little dot on his phone at a diner, just a few blocks away, and Jimin felt a bit of comfort wash over him. She was just hungry. He thought, taking a deep breath. Let’s meet her there, she’ll be surprised.

But what Jimin had not expected, was to see him there. The puppy-eyed lawyer sat across from you, and Jimin could tell even from across the street than the man held on to every word you said. Jimin knew that look well, because it’s how he looks at you, too. Jimin grits his teeth, and sends a quick text message to his main lawyer, Kim Namjoon.

9:11 a.m: Something needs to be done about the new rookie on your team, because spending time alone with my fiancé is wildly inappropriate. See to it that this doesn’t happen again, or I will be finding new representation.

9:12 a.m: *image attached*

Jimin takes one last look at the scene in front of him, and goes back to the hotel room. He orders three more bottles, and passes out once again.

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On Monday morning, Jung Kook was feeling light. He entered his law firm building as he does every day; a freshly pressed black suit on, his dark hair neatly styled, and a cup of coffee in his hand. But this morning, he felt a bit happier, attributing it to a simple breakfast shared with you the weekend prior. He wished he could have breakfast with you every morning, but buried that thought, not daring to spoil his mood with fantasies.

He sat down at his office desk, and began looking through his weekly calendar and emails. This week was the final week or preparation before the Park Jimin case truly begins, and Jung Kook was fully ready to explain to his mentor why he had told him last minute he needed to recuse himself. It would be the right, responsible thing to do, and it would give him space from you. As much as he wished he didn’t need it, he felt that he needed to move on. You found your happiness. It’s time to let you go.

Namjoon entered Jung Kook’s office, and closed the door behind him. Jung Kook looked up at his face, which usually held a gentle, welcoming smile. This morning, however, Namjoon was clenching his jaw like a father who was trying not to explode on his son.

“Jung Kook.” Namjoon said, his voice scarily calm. “I want… No, I need you to be honest with me. What is going on with you and Mr. Park’s fiancé?”

“I’m not sure I know what you’re referring to.” Jung Kook answered professionally, causing Namjoon to roll his eyes.

“For fuck’s sake, kid, drop the act.” Namjoon deep voice was almost a growl. “I’m going to lose out on a top client because you can’t keep your nose where it belongs.”

“What-” Jung Kook was stopped by Namjoon throwing his phone down on his desk, a picture illuminating the screen. Jung Kook squinted at it, to see a photo of himself and you at the diner.

“How did you get this photo?” Jung Kook asked, his heart sinking.

“Mr. Park saw you. He’s furious.” Namjoon explained, pacing back and forth. “He called it ‘wildly inappropriate’, and threatened to find new representation if it happens again.”

“Mr. Kim, I’m so sorry.” Jung Kook panicked. “Please understand, it’s a misunderstanding. Nothing happened, we was just-”

The office door knob turned, and a hush fell over the room. Jimin and yourself stood there at the door, hand in hand. Namjoon and Jimin locked eyes, and Namjoon could see that the client looked worse than he did just a few days prior. Dark, prominent circles were under his eyes, and his hair was slightly messier than before. Jung Kook noticed none of that, however, and stared directly at you.

You were wearing dark sunglasses, with no thought to take them off despite being indoors. Your hair was seemingly brushed quickly, notably and uncharacteristically not put together well. Your loose fitting clothes seemed carelessly thrown on, not styled perfectly in your usual fashion. You were quiet, head down, tightly holding Jimin’s hand and appeared to make yourself smaller, like you wanted to vanish into thin air. Jung Kook wanted so desperately to bring you in and hold you, shield you from whatever it was that made you look so tired, in such a short amount of time.

“Mr. Park.” Namjoon greeted. “Good morning.”

“Good morning.” Jimin responded, his throat sounding hoarse. “I came to fill out any paperwork, and tie up loose ends before we meet again next week.”

“Of course, I was just talking with Mr. Jeon. I’ll be with you in a moment.”

“Mr. Jeon,” Jimin called out, his voice weak. “Mr. Kim informed me you were recusing yourself from my legal team for this case. I just wanted to thank you, for the work you’ve done.”

“Y-You’re welcome, Mr. Park.” Jung Kook said, confused with the kind words. This wasn’t the furious tone that Namjoon had described.

“My love,” Jimin turned to you, his voice extra soft and delicate. “Will you go with Mr. Kim to his office, please? I’ll be there soon, I just wanted to speak to Mr. Jeon privately about the case before he leaves us. I had some questions.”

“Ok.” You said, your voice almost a whisper. Jimin squeezes your hand and kisses the top of your head before turning to Namjoon, who nods in understanding.

“Right this way, Ms. Y/L/N.” Namjoon says gently, leading you out of the office.

When you are out of sight, Jimin turns to you. The fury Namjoon spoke about is now prominent in his eyes, leading Jung Kook to realize that your presence is the thin defense that keeps his anger at bay.

“Jeon Jung Kook.” Jimin spat. “I don’t know where you get off, eyeing up my fiancé in some cheap diner, but if I ever catch you sniffing around her again, I’ll ruin you. Do you understand me?”

“Mr. Park, I never meant to offend you.” Jung Kook said. “Nothing happened. We just bumped into each other.”

“I don’t want excuses, or explanations from you.” Jimin rolled his eyes. “I’m not a fucking idiot Mr. Jeon, I see the way you look at her. I’m warning you, to watch yourself. You’re from Busan, correct?”

“Yes, Mr. Park.”

“Then you know who I am, and who my father is.” Jimin’s voice was dripping in anger. “I will personally see to it that you never represent anyone in our city, or this city again, if you come near her. That’s a promise.”

Jung Kook felt suffocated under the weight of the air and the weight of Jimin’s glare. Even in his disheveled state, his blonde locks dropping to his face couldn’t cover the anger in his eyes. Jimin stormed out of his office, slamming the door behind him, causing other office workers to startle and look into his room. Jung Kook buried his head in his hands, unsure as to what the right path to move forward is.

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kaleldobrev · 1 year

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Pillow Talk

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: A common theme of yours and Dean’s pillow talks happen to be about having that white picket fence and apple pie life

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Just Fluff

Authors Note: I’ve just really been in the mood for my fluff filled Dean | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

What initially started out as two friends finding comfort in each other’s arms after a nightmare or after a rough hunt, ended up becoming one of the best things to ever happen to either one of you; despite breaking an agreement the two of you had made when you first met. When the two of you first met several years ago, the two of you made the agreement that you were never going to become anything romantic, keeping it strictly platonic – strictly business. But over time, the lines blurred. Lingering touches that were once friendly turned into romantic ones. Accidental brushing of the hands that once meant nothing turned into ones that made both of your hearts flutter, giving each other goosebumps. Forehead kisses and cheek kisses lingered, came more frequently – sometimes in the middle of the night out of nowhere. But these kisses were always welcomed, making the both of you feel safe, feel loved.

Neither of you knew when the lines got blurred, but they did. The two of you were no longer just friends or business partners now; you were lovers too. Always finding comfort in each other, finding comfort in the simplest of touches, and the simplest of affections – affections that both of you desperately needed, desperately craved.

The two of you were lying in bed together, your head resting on his shoulder with one hand resting on his chest in order to feel his heart beating underneath your fingertips. Your legs were intertwined with each other, and his arm was wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you in close. He kissed the top of your head, and you gently closed your eyes briefly at the feeling before making eye contact with him. Your hand that was once on his chest made contact with his face, his stubble always felt nice on your very smooth skin. “Hi.” You smiled gently.

“Hi.” He replied back, leaning in and kissing you. The kiss was brief, but you cherished those ones the most. The soft ones, the ones that felt like he was trying so hard not break you even though he knew he couldn’t. “Do you ever think we could ever do normal?” His question seemed out of nowhere, but it wasn’t remotely. The talks of normalcy was something that Dean had been bringing up a lot lately.

“Like white picket fence and apple pie stuff?” You asked, your hand returning to his chest.

“Yeah.” He said. “You think me and you will ever have that?” His question was a simple one, but yet the answer was a complicated one. Dreaming of a normal life was something that had been on your mind for as long as you could remember; but it always seemed so far from your reach. You grew up similarly to Sam and Dean; as your father too was a single dad who was a hunter. It was only you and him growing up, and he tried his best to give you the best life that he could despite never staying in the same place for too long. Despite him not wanting you to be a hunter like he was, it was the only life that you had never known, starting up on the road with him when you were less than two years old.

“I’d like to think we could.” You finally answered, hesitant in your response. “It’s just…” You sighed. “Hunting is the only life I’ve ever known Dean. Hunting is normal to me, not hunting isn’t.”

“Not hunting…it’s a weird feeling at first but…it’s something you get used to. Get so used to that…it’s almost hard to go back.” Dean started to explain, his voice almost sounding sad, as if he was thinking about past memories of when he didn’t used to hunt. There were at least two times you could recall: when he was little, and a few years before you had met him.

“But yet you always find your way back.” You knew more than anything how much Dean had craved a normal life, but despite that normalcy that he craved, he always found his way back to the hunting life without fail; because in a weird way, it was a life that he was meant for, just like you.

“Yeah but, I didn’t have you before.” His words had made you smile. You didn’t realize how much of an impact that you had made on Dean in the little amount of time that you had known him. Yes, you’ve known him for the past couple of years, but the two of you had only started officially dating a few months ago.

“Really think I'd be able to help you stay out of the hunting life? Despite me only knowing that life?" You asked, your question a serious one.

”We’d help each other out. Keep each other in check.” His solution sounded so simple.

”I think you’re gonna end up keeping me in check more.” You said, no longer keeping eye contact with him. Your eyes now fixated on the invisible patterns you were drawing on his bare chest with your fingertips. “This won’t be…equal.”

”Hey,” he began, tilting your chin up, almost forcing you to re-look at him. Looking at his face now, his features seemed so much softer than they previously did. “I know we’d have our rough patches. But, I really do think we’d be okay.” Again, his response sounded so simple.

”Dean –” before you could finish your retort, Dean had cut you off.

”Y/N, Sweetheart.” His hand moved to cup your cheek. “Give yourself a little credit.” He said. “How many times have I gotten hurt on a hunt and wanted to automatically go back out the next day and you stopped me from going?”

”But that’s…different. You were hurt.” You understood where he was coming from, but at the same time, you felt as though it wasn’t the same thing.

”I know it’s not the same thing but…Look, what I’m trying to get at here is, you are capable of preventing me from going hunting.” You audibly ‘Oh’d,’ finally understanding his point.

”I guess, I guess I never thought about it that way.” You said.

”And that’s what Sammy calls perspective.” Dean smirked.

”I know what perspective means Dean.”

“Smartass.” Dean mumbled.

”How is that remotely–” Dean cut you off again, but this time by kissing you. For some reason (not that you minded of course) this was always Dean’s response whenever he knew that he wasn’t going to win in an argument with you; kissing you to shut you up.

The pillow talks that you had with Dean whether you had sex before or not always centered around the same theme: normalcy, not hunting. It was talks where the two of you could have a realistic yet unrealistic conversation about what your lives would be like. You had wanted more than anything (much like Dean), to have that normal life, away from hunting. But the two of you had loved this life, grew up in this life, were meant for this life.

Even though normalcy is something that you and Dean talk about often, it still seemed so far out of reach, despite it being so close. Dropping the hunting life seemed like an easy thing to do, but at the same time, you knew, just as well as he did, that the two of you would still be looking at the news wondering what creature was responsible. Thinking how easy it would be to take care of it. “Not my problem,” was a phrase that you knew you could never say.

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Friend-shaped

“She’ll want to pet it,” said a smug voice from the next room. “Humans will pet anything.”

“Even spiky things?” asked the skeptical voice that I recognized as Zhee. “I’ve never had a human want to pet me, and this thing is much worse.”

As curious as I was to see our newest cargo and judge for myself, I first had to finish setting out food for the animals in the next bay. I lugged in bags of dried pellets and fish jerky as the door slid shut behind me, cutting off the sound of Zhee insisting to the delivery person that there was no way under several suns that I would want to touch this new mystery animal. We’d see about that.

I stashed the pellets in the appropriate closet and pulled out a sheet of jerky for each of the three fangy monstrosities that twined around each other, trying to hypnotize me through the bars. I ignored the moving pattern of stripes that probably worked on prey from their world. Working quickly, I set the sheets down on the floor outside the cage, spaced as far apart as possible, then used a gravity wand to lift them through the bars without losing a finger. Left one, right, one, then the middle, to keep the beasties from all jumping on the same treat.

A chorus of happy growls and chewing noises filled the air. Success. I put away the gravity wand and reflected that I absolutely would have liked to scritch all three terrifying predators on the head, but I valued life and limb too much for that.

On to the next room! The doors opened and closed in quick succession. I passed other people loading and uploading various crates, but I only had eyes for the terrarium that looked like it was made of force fields instead of glass. Or maybe some room-temperature version of hard water, given that the person chatting with Zhee was a Waterwill. They had some pretty bizarre tech.

“Ah, here’s the human!” the Waterwill said happily, her voice burbly and vaguely female. “What do you think of your newest live cargo?” She extended what passed for an arm from her column-of-goo body. Beside her, Zhee spread purple pincher arms in a silent display of “ta-dah.”

Inside the tank I saw rocks, sand, a puddle of algae, and the ugliest little ball of snot and spikes that I had ever encountered. Protruding eyes struggled to focus on me like a wall-eyed Chihuahua that had rolled through the most unfortunate of trash piles.

“Wow,” I said, bending down for a closer look. “That’s an animal, all right.”

The Waterwill bobbed up and down. “And is it not, as you say, cutesy-wootsy?”

Zhee made various clicks and taps that were probably skepticism. I couldn’t blame him.

“Well,” I said, struggling for a tactful answer, “It sure is a little one. Looks a bit scared.”

“They always get twitchy when they’re moved around before egg-laying,” the Waterwill said with a dismissive wobble. “It’ll settle down when everybody stops walking by. It’s non-toxic. Maybe once it’s calm—”

The rest of her sentence was cut off by loud snarls from next door, carrying through the hall while both doors were open at the same time. It sounded like a brief squabble over fish jerky, no cause for alarm.

For me, anyway. The animal in the terrarium made a piercing squeak and tried to burrow under the rock, its spines growing visibly longer and flinging droplets of moisture as it trembled violently.

“Oh, that’s bad,” said the Waterwill, all cheer gone. “It could sour the eggs. Everybody be quiet! Move slowly!” She waved two armlets at the other people carrying boxes, who did as she asked.

Zhee was making a whistle that was probably a curse in his own language, or maybe someone else’s. “We’ll get blamed for egg troubles. Would dim light help? I’ll hit the controls.” He moved off on quiet bug legs.

“What else helps?” I asked. “Wait, there’s a manual for this, right?” Without waiting for a response, I unfolded a screen from my pocket and looked for the newest files. There it was. Easily searchable, too.

While I spent a moment on that, the room dimmed and quieted into a soothing nighttime. The other crewmates grabbed the remaining crates, left, and shut the door. I heard someone say to leave oncoming boxes in the hallway for the moment.

“It’s still stressed,” the Waterwill said. “We should have brought another one to soothe it!”

“Hang on, I found the sound files,” I said. “Here’s the soothing one.” At the press of a button, a brief gurgle played, then cut off. “That’s it?”

The animal turned toward me, then back to the rock. No change.

I asked the Waterwill, “I don’t suppose you can make that sound?” When she hesitated, I tried myself. Hard to do without any water around to gargle, but I managed an awkward warble in the back of my throat.

The animal’s shivering stilled.

“Keep doing that!” the Waterwill said with an urgent wave.

I did, feeling silly. But the animal liked it. The trembling ended, and the spines started to retract. When I paused for breath, the creature held perfectly still, then when I started again, the spines continued shortening. After a few moments, it was a slimy ball of green with eyes that stuck out, and soon enough those finally closed. When they opened again, they weren’t bulging any more.

A head lifted from the goo, with a cute little face that chirped curiously.

“Aw, look at you,” I said to it. “All calm and happy.”

It oozed over towards me, moving much like Waterwills did, without any legs. It nuzzled a hatch that I hadn’t noticed in the side of the tank.

“You said it’s non-toxic, right?” I asked, not waiting for a response. I’d skimmed the manual. The hatch opened easily for me to stick my hand in and stroke the slimy little head. It purred like a babbling brook.

“Told you,” said a voice behind me.

Zhee hissed.

I turned to see him handing over credits with a displeased tilt to his antennae. “Did you just lose a bet?” I laughed.

Zhee threw his pincher arms into the air. “It was covered in spikes! No fair changing shape like that.”

“Well, if we’re going to be fair,” I said. “I would have sacrificed a hairbrush to pet it through the spikes, if it liked that kind of thing.”

“Of course you would,” Zhee muttered.

“Righto,” the Waterwill said as she stuck the credits into a wallet pouch that floated among her other miscellaneous bits. “I can see it’s in good care here. Guess I’ll be off.”

I gave the creature one last stroke, then eased my hand out and closed the hatch, waiting to make sure it stayed calm. When it settled back into goo, I stood and joined the other two in soft-footing our way to the door. “I’ll keep an eye on it,” I promised.

“And a hand,” Zhee grumbled.

“I’ve petted worse,” I told him.

“I’m sure you have,” he said. “And I don’t want to hear about it.”

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The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character of this book. More to come!

#my writing #the Token Human #humans are weird #humans will pet anything #things that like to be petted #friend-shaped #pack bonding #humans are space orcs #haso #hfy #eiad #aliens #science fiction

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Derek Burrell-Davis - memo to BBC (May 67): “I had a satisfactory two-hour meeting with all four members of the Beatles Group this evening…..I don’t think it is over-stating it to say that they are enthusiastic about their participation in the ‘Our World’ programme and fully aware of the responsibilities they carry. Their approach is extremely professional and they are in complete agreement with the basic idea, which is that they are undertaking a recording session in the Number One Studio at E.M.I., Abbey Road. They cannot yet forecast what they will be doing in any great detail, but they propose writing a new number. Since this number will be heard in 30 countries, they are going to write the lyric in basic English. They suggest that they should use such words as “Hello, love, you, me, us, them, together, we”. They are wondering if it might be possible to use some of those words in different languages and are receptive to the idea that words such as “love”, “together”, etc. might be shown on large cards at appropriate moments in several languages”.

The BBC/broadcasters briefing meeting on 4 June 1967 to co-ordinate the international co-operation for the Our World Broadcast

The lyrics sheet given to the cameramen before broadcast. They were not impressed. On being told the Beatles wrote the music, they only asked "did they write the words as well?"

“...the day before, the doors were thrown open for a free-for-all picture session, at which I managed to have a quick word with — PAUL: Someone’s just asked if I’m leaving the group. And there seems to be another rumour I’m moving. Both are very wrong. I’ve just finished my house and like it a lot. No, I haven’t bought a kilt yet. GEORGE: We will do a TV show before we do a film. Nothing new to tell you about the film project. No script yet. RINGO: My garden is looking great now. Got some of my building men to help the gardening contractor and everything’s okay. JOHN: This song will be our next single. This TV show will give it a nice send-off.

Indeed, with some 6,500 TV workers and 1,000,000 miles of telephone wire working for the disc, it couldn’t be bad!” - - Andy Gray, NME

“When the musicians and TV crew took a meal break the Beatles tried out the musical instruments left lying around [...] Ringo and George try the trumpets, whilst Paul has a go at the trombone and John plays Jack Emblow’s accordion. In the background, in the left side far corner, the large weight box on the back of the Mole Crane is visible, with one of the white painted Murphy TV monitors on its trolley over on the right of the picture.” - - David Taylor, Postfade

“The BBC want a live trail”, Derek told me suddenly over my intercom. No one knew this had been planned, in fact to this day few people seem to know that such a promotion ever took place. [...]

“I had a few words with each of them in turn. What was the song called? Whose idea had it been? (“His”, they said, pointing to each other). And then I put the question to John that was intriguing me. Ninety-five percent of all popular music is in 4-time, but there was more than a hint of unfamiliar 7-time in “All You Need ls Love“.

“Did you know your song was in 7-time?” I asked. I still remember the cool, serious look he gave me as he replied, “Yes, I know”. Then he indicated Paul, adding “- but blame him”.

“Paul himself, alert as ever, noticed how, against my own instincts, I was trying to inject some breezy gaiety into the proceedings. He spoke encouragingly in my ear. “Yock it up, Steve ! ” he said. He knew that it was my preference to be in the narrator’s box doing a technical job, rather than “yocking it up”. I duly yocked.”

“This was the biggest group in the world, but when they went to the canteen, it was just four guys having a cup of tea. Underneath it all, these were ordinary guys who were in a band.” - - David Magnus (photographer)

“There was a real party atmosphere, similar to what we had witnessed during previous real ‘happenings’, but Richard and I were struck by how visibly nervous John was, which was quite unusual for him: we’d never seen him wound up so tightly.” - - Geoff Emerick

“I did sense that John in particular felt rather apprehensive the nearer to transmission we got. However George seemed to be enjoying the moment, while Ringo and Paul showed no apprehension whatsoever.” - - David Magnus

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Almost this entire post is stolen from postfade.co.uk, written by David Taylor. It's a wonderful write up because it's only actually interested in the cameras used and the technical setup, but it's so interested in those that it covers every moment in glorious detail and pulls together lots of quotes. If you're interested in the ins and outs of outside broadcasting, oh my. There's a cut out diagram of the OB scanner van, and they've taken the video of the entire broadcast and marked up up to show the different camera shots and cuts and equipment used. There's a bit where they read in a book that some of the broadcast wasn't live, and so the author tracks down who wrote that and he says he copied it from Mark Lewisohn, so they track down ML and ask him why he wrote that and ML can't remember but says 'I wouldn't have written it down if there wasn't evidence for it', which they think is a bit weak, so they decide not to believe it. It's nice to see them belittling ML's lifework because they want to believe in the magic of live outside broadcasting, the same way we do when we want to believe in love.

#long post #sorry I guess #beatles day #all you need is love #love love #I love how much the cameramen were given that lyric sheet #and were just like what the fuck even is this????#<333333 #the beatles #john lennon #[]

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reasons why the brothers in piracy have my heart and soul

aka a not-so-brief lore rundown explaining one of the main reasons why i am still crying over block game pirates

canonical golden child and scapegoat dynamic raised in a highkey toxic environment together but they reconciled early in the series

the first thing p!acho convinced p!scott to do after the reconciliation (on the same day) was to go sail out and help star get stars cute dog home (his name is dipper. he is baba)

p!scott @ dipper: "you look after him, okay?"

also same day as the above: p!scott jumped in front of a gun for p!acho. the protecc instinct only goes up from there

and during the reconciliation itself: p!scott made p!acho apple pie :((( p!acho then got p!scott some sweet treats as well

p!bek takes a bounty out on p!acho and immediately tells p!scott without knowing about the brother thing. that is how p!bek found out they're brothers and then had to hurry and carry out the bounty before p!scott could snitch

(p!bek carried out the bounty before she got snitched on but still failed it anyway LMAO)

p!acho claims to hate the heron faction and initially refuses to trust the other people in the nightingale faction to talk to the herons about something weird they found (read: server lore stuff). 15 minutes later, star is entrusting p!scott with that information, completely unprompted. absolute hypocrite, i love star <3

p!acho is one of the first people p!scott shows his tentacle grappling hook to (tbf i think he was the only other person online at the time but still. they are silly <3)

p!scott also kept his dogs at the nightingale base with dipper for a while <3 doggo family, even if p!acho has the family tree completely messed up

acho also considered having a dog park / doggy play area built somewhere between the heron and nightingale bases but no one ever got around to doing that :(

first big lore event: they go to a whirlpool. p!acho tries to go into the whirlpool and asks p!scott to lasso star and pull star back up. p!scott's response: "i feel like i would lose my lasso. and my brother." p!acho: "THAT'S what you're concerned about?!" (LITERALLY archetypical sibling banter)

p!acho then asks p!owen to lasso star in and both get dragged into the whirlpool. p!scott: "i'm not losing my brother again" *LITERALLY JUMPS INTO THE WHIRLPOOL AFTER STAR* (clip)

they immediately try to look for each other after everyone got yeeted out of the whirlpool

time skip: p!scott gets kidnapped by cultists. p!acho practically loses it. it's really telling that p!apo (guy that would start a fight with anything at the drop of a hat) has to stop star from going directly into the cultists' base to solo a reacue mission (apo episode)

p!acho: "i don't want to lose anyone. not again."

also: rescue mission time. the two brothers are the first pov characters to kill anyone in the series. also sweet reunion

time skip to halloween event (scott was not there due to life series reasons):

half the server gets trapped in the nightmare realm. p!acho's first nightmare message? "your brother hates what you have become. he regrets ever getting to know you again."

star IMMEDIATELY STARTS HAVING A MENTAL BREAKDOWN IN 4K. like, my guy believed that. several people reacted badly to the messages but no one else started breaking down by message numero uno and that message was THAT.

time skip again due to scheduling conflicts: big lore time

p!acho goes on big lore quest that is potentially fatal due to Trauma Reasons. decides to leave p!scott with all the money star has (over 100k, richest guy on the server at the time, like holy heck) + dipper + really freaking sad letter/intended last message

p!scott gets the letter. IMMEDIATELY tries to go after star. zero hesitation. potentially fatal? nah, who cares, brother in danger is the important bit

"i'm not losing my brother again. once was more than enough."

(also it's heavily implied that p!scott's abandonment issues were indeed started by p!acho leaving the house without a note and basically going missing in action for over a year soooo)

p!scott is the only person p!acho has ever entrusted with the knowledge of why star left the isles without a note and what happened afterward (aka the Trauma Reasons star went on that quest in the first place)

[for context, p!acho left the isles because star never felt at home there. on ao3, we call that the A+ Parenting tag. and now you know]

and guess what? dingdingding, the quest was all for nothing and was basically a trap all along! only one brother can live (like we all predicted this but our hearts still DROPPED)

reaction? THEY LITERALLY TRIED TO DIE FOR EACH OTHER like zero hesitation At All

p!scott makes a grand ol' pre-self sacrifice speech and basically just. tries to pull the archetypical c!scott move

but this time? he fails.

p!acho pushes him out of the way of the death trap and takes the fall. literally in this case

yep, one brother got impaled in a spike pit and the other could do Nothing but watch it happen and is traumatized forever

as i said: doomed by the narrative. everyone and their mother knew only one brother would survive the series but most of us Predicted the Wrong One

anyways, canonical survivor guilt ahoy, p!scott made a grave and did adopt dipper. and then has to break the news to everyone

"i've spent the last week just… sticking to myself, thinking… i was ready and… now i don't know if i am. but i mean, i can't blame them, what do they want me to do? pit on an ad in questbuy? hey, my brother's dead! don't ask questions! it's just like every time someone asks me… i'm reminded of how much i failed. i have to relive that moment again."

as i said, traumatized forever.

and then my guy brought out his ~25 pet kangaroos as a coping mechanism so people would ask him about those instead of his trauma.

iirc according to the writer's room behind the scenes stream, p!acho would have side-eyed the kangaroos so bad (which is 100% sibling behaviour)

so you see, for much of the series, p!acho would talk to the stars as "starlore", with the stars representing an important character from their year+ away from the isles (long story, solo lore stuff)

by the end of the series, the same tradition has passed on to p!scott (and p!graecie), this time with p!acho :(((

and at the end of the series, p!scott is deciding to leave the isles because it was what p!acho would have wanted to do :(

#isleposting #my post #pirates smp #scurvyblr #denholm bros #long post #ggacho #smajor1995 #pirates smp recap

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Several Sentences Sunday

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Where CANON and FANON collide!

Season 7 FANON Speculation: Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Chapter 26 will be posted soon.

This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Currently 25 chapters completed: 973.1K Words; Rated: Mature

One chapter will be posted at a time.

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I'm excited to finish writing Chapter 26 because at the end of Chapter 25, the Diaz family had just returned to the U.S. and after they made it home, Eddie checked his voice mail and there was a message from his cousin about an attempted delivery of a SpedEx package for Buck. Buck had no idea who it was from and he worried about it all weekend into the New Year.

They attended Maddie's and Chimney's New Year's Eve party which turned out to be an engagement party for them but they told their found family they got married while they were in Italy and that Buck adopted Chris on Christmas morning. Everyone questioned them regarding why the didn't tell anyone about their nuptials but they reassured them they're going to have a vow renewal ceremony in May of 2024 so they can all celebrate with them. But they didn't tell them they put a bid on a house in Italy and they aren't planning to until they believe the time is right.

On January 2nd, Buck accepted the package from the SpedEx delivery driver and after he opened it and viewed the contents, he collapsed and became unresponsive and unconscious right after Eddie entered the room.

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Here's a snippet from Chapter 26 of Eddie panicking and calling emergency services.

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Even though Eddie doesn’t have an ECG machine in his medical bag, he knows the signs and symptoms associated with a bradycardia event and that’s exactly what he believes Buck’s experiencing. It’s been more than a minute and a half since his eyes closed and he’s worried out of his mind. He’s been counting the seconds ever since he put the pillows underneath his head and his ankles and he’s still counting but now he’s reached two minutes and Buck's entering the danger zone and he needs to get help fast.

For a brief moment, he considers lifting him up, carrying him to the truck and driving to the hospital but he knows that’s his heart talking instead of his rational mind which is filled with LAFD protocols and his paramedic training.

He doesn’t have any of the necessary equipment needed to revive him and if his husband dies on his watch, he’ll die too and that’s not an option. He's already lost one spouse and Chris has lost one parent and him and Buck promised each other they're going to die on the same day at the same time 50 or 60 years from now, so he has to act quickly. Instead of continuing his mental debate about if he should call emergency services or drive Buck himself, he removes his phone from his pocket, dials 9-1-1 and waits for what seems like an eternity.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?”

“Yes I’m at 4995 S. Bedford St. and I have an adult male, 31 years of age whose unconscious and unresponsive and I need medical response.”

“Ok sir, can I get your name?”

“Eddie Diaz! I’m a firefighter and a paramedic with the 118.”

“Eddie!” Linda asks.

“Yes! Linda, I’m so glad it’s you.” He heaves past the sob lodged in the back of his throat that feels like a ping pong ball and continues. “Listen, it’s Buck… SHIT!” He stops talking because he remembers he's supposed to follow protocol for her recording and he tries again. “I mean you need his first and last name for the call. It’s my husband Evan Diaz and he’s also a firefighter with the—the 118.”

“Ok Eddie, I’m checking to see which RA unit is the closest to that address but can you tell me what happened?”

“I—I came into the living room; he was swaying back and forth and I caught him before he—he hit the floor. I manually checked his vitals by doing the ABC method… I opened his airway, checked his breathing along with his circulation then I—I grabbed my medical bag and I checked his pulse, his blood pressure and his heart rate but all of them are still low which is why I believe he might be having a bradycardia event. Linda… oh my god, whatever is happening to him is more serious than a syncope event because he’s still unresponsive.”

“Can you tell me how long he’s been down?”

“It’s been more than two minutes but I didn’t start counting until after I caught him.”

“Ok, Eddie, our closest unit is about 6 minutes away.”

He frowns and loudly asks, “Six minutes? Why?! I’m sorry please—please forgive me for being loud but I... I—I’m asking because there’s a firehouse less than 4 minutes from here.” He feels like he’s about to jump out of his skin because the proximity of their home to the closest fire station in this area is one of the reasons he decided to purchase it. He wanted to be close to one for Chris just in case they ever have to call.

“You’re right Eddie there is but they’re returning to their station from a call and they’re caught in a backup on the I-110 and…”

He interrupts her. “Linda, I—I can’t wait any longer so… I’m going to pick him up and drive him to the hospital myself…”

“Eddie?!”

He keeps talking and he thinks he can hear Sue talking in the background too but in this moment, he needs to get his husband the help he needs. He says, “Linda, I need to…”

“EDDIE!” She calls his name again but louder this time because she needs to get his attention.

The panic he feels is threatening to escape his lungs and he wants to scream but he swallows it again and responds, “Yeah?”

“Eddie, listen to me. I know it’s hard but I need you to remain calm. Are you listening?”

Eddie’s practically hysterical but what is he going to do next? 🥹

Will he listen to Linda and follow protocol or will he pick Buck up and carry him to the hospital himself? 🤷🏽‍♀️

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This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it. But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago. They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.

Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.

Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial. But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.

Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories. Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.

Chapter 11 - A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie. It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.

Chapter 12 - Buck and Eddie have always shared a deep physical attraction and an emotional intimacy that’s unmatched but now that they’re in a relationship, they’re learning how to navigate the romantic intimacy they’ve been waiting for six years to explore. The love they have for each other is a once in a lifetime, soulmate, love of their lives type of love that transcends space and time.

Chapter 13 - While navigating the newness of their romantic relationship, Buck and Eddie take advantage of every moment they spend together. As their individual lives, people from their pasts, time constraints and the possibility of losing each other again make attempts to interrupt and interfere with their journey to forever, they love, care for, support and hold onto each other even tighter to withstand it all.

Chapter 14 - Buck and Eddie can see the lights at the end of the tunnels regarding the results of Buck’s Cancer Screening along with everything else they’re dealing with. But are the lights they see exits to the tunnels or are they headlights on different runaway trains that are speeding towards them in an effort to interrupt their forever?

Chapter 15 - Buck and Eddie have known they were exactly who the other one wanted in a partner since they met six years ago when they agreed to have each other’s backs. They’re in a romantic relationship, they’re both preparing to ask the other one to spend forever with them and by the end of the seventh week into their relationship, together they will plan their most important and greatest adventure for their future.

Chapter 16 - As Buck and Eddie begin to prepare for their marriage ceremony that will take place in Rome, Italy in December 2023, they start planning their first international adventure as a romantic couple. Even though Chris is still the only person they’ve told about their relationship, several people who know them have already witnessed the love they share and as the days continue, others will witness it too.

Chapter 17 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to departing Los Angeles for their international adventure, a moment in time will remind them; life is fragile, tomorrow isn’t promised and every second of everyday should be cherished because everything can change in an instant. The result of that realization will cause them to hold onto each other even more.

Chapter 18 - As Buck, Eddie and Chris prepare for family gatherings before and during the Thanksgiving holiday, the “Santa Ana Winds” start to blow and all sorts of expected and unexpected familial drama ensues.

Chapter 19 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to their wedding day, the universe begins to align everything so that some of their parent and children's relationships are strengthened while others come to an abrupt end.

Chapter 20 - With only 14 days remaining until Buck, Eddie and Chris depart Los Angeles, CA traveling to Rome, Italy, for their first family adventure, an early morning conversation about “tying up loose ends” helps Buck and Eddie realize there are still several things left unfinished on their ‘To Do’ lists. The question is will there be enough time to complete all of them?

Chapter 21 - Buck, Eddie and Chris are finalizing their ‘To Do’ Lists, double checking their itineraries and packing their suitcases in preparation for their trip to Europe so they can board their flight that departs Los Angeles, CA on Friday, December 15, 2023 at 3:25PM.

Chapter 22 - While Buck, Eddie and Chris spend the first 8 days of their European family adventure in Italy, their primary reason for going will be fulfilled as well as several others they hadn’t considered or anticipated.

Chapter 23 - As the Diaz Family continues their Italian family adventure, they’ll say, “Ciao” or hello and goodbye to a lot of things almost immediately after they become an official and legal family.

Chapter 24 - After Buck, Eddie and Chris arrive in London, England on December 24th; the Diazes immediately start preparing to spend their first family Christmas together. During their stay, each of them will hear a few choice words that will be the life raft to get them home to complete their searches to be seen and to be found.

Chapter 25 - After spending more than two weeks in Europe, Eddie, Buck and Chris are back in Los Angeles and they’re getting ready to attend Maddie and Chimney’s New Year’s Eve party. During the event, they have plans to make two surprise announcements but the question is, who’s really going to be surprised, the Diaz family or their found family at the 118?

Chapter 26 - Will be posted soon.

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To Sever a Loveless Bond

••RadioDust Soulmate AU••

Part 11/?

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Being ace myself, many of my musings in the past have been quite similar to Alastor’s. We love an ace character.

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Arguments were… uncomfortable. Ever since Moxxie was a small child, he had done everything he could to avoid getting into it with anyone, generally preferring to act as the peacemaker in any given social situation. Sure, it got him a reputation as a… well, as a doormat, but he saw it as maintaining a level of emotional control and sanity in a stressful situation. If that was always left up to him, so be it.

At least, that was what he tried for. It didn’t work very well when the argument he was subject to was between his wife (the most perfect entity to ever walk any plane at any point in the existence of any form of life) and his boss (one of the most terrifying figures he’d ever met and also the only one who could reliably get him to rise to the bait of conflict). That was a situation that required him to take a side, as soon as possible, and he didn’t even understand what they were arguing about.

Moxxie had been at I.M.P. headquarters when Millie’s warning that their targets were moving had gone out. Blitzø had been out (“I have to run a fucking errand, get off my ass!” had been the direct quote when Moxxie asked where he was going), but Loona was in, so Moxxie just grabbed her, hastily locked the door, and the two of them had gone in search of Millie.

They hadn’t found her at the supposed rendezvous point, nor anywhere else, and Moxxie hadn’t seen even a glimpse of their target. He had just started to work himself up into a gentle panic over the idea that the Radio Demon had seen her and sucked out her insides when Loona showed him her phone.

A canceled alert. Millie was heading back, not to the van, but to headquarters.

By the time Moxxie and Loona got back, Millie and Blitzø were shouting at each other, and that was the extent of his knowledge on the situation. He and Loona stood to the side of Blitzø’s desk, their boss in his chair with his legs kicked up and Millie standing in front of the desk with her hands on her hips, and Moxxie felt like he was watching a tennis match as his head bobbed back and forth between them as they took turns yelling at each other.

“You can see it, Blitzø, I know you got eyes in yer head!”

“Yeah, Millie, I can see that you were in the middle of your job and then you bailed on it!”

“Cuz I don’t wanna do it no more!”

“We have a contract, you can’t just fucking tell the Vees—” Blitzø clasped his hands to the side of his face and put on the overdone accent he did when imitating Millie, “oh gee whiz good golly Mister Vox I don’t wanna be mean to the murder cannibal and the hooker on their fucking cutesy-pie romantic walk!” By the end of his brief rant, Blitzø was back to his own voice, on his feet and yelling again.

“Oh, fuck you, Blitzø!” Millie said, flipping him off and glaring up at him. “I signed up for this job so I could kill living assholes who deserve to die, not so I could make sinners more miserable than they already are!”

“Who gives a fuck if a couple of sinners are miserable?! It’s Hell! We’re all miserable!!”

“Will you two stop yelling for five seconds?!” Moxxie shouted over them. They both shot him a look that clearly said they thought he was being a hypocrite, but it at least shut them up. “What. Happened?”

In response, Millie snatched the camera off of Blitzø’s desk and flung it at him. “Look at this, Mox.”

Cursing, he managed to get a hold of it, then began looking it over with a raised eyebrow. “I… have no idea what I’m meant to be looking…” He trailed off when he pushed the button that lit the screen up again, and he saw one of the images Millie had taken. The Radio Demon was absolutely mangled by image artifacting—a thing Vox had warned them about—but Moxxie could see enough of his face to make out his expression. That, coupled with the look of genuine, warm happiness on Angel Dust’s face…

Moxxie felt his tail droop to the floor. “Oh, crumbs.”

Blitzø sat back down, kicking his feet onto his desk again. “Look, as much as I absolutely adore it when you two bleeding hearts get all sentimental and unbearable on me, this isn’t different from our usual jobs, in that your personal feelings on the situation don’t mean shit. Besides, these are sinners, the scum that rises to the top of the stillwater pool that is humanity as a whole. Yeah, okay, they’ve got feelings, fucking spare me, I’m sure everyone in the radio chorus had feelings at one point, too.”

“That ain’t the point!” Millie said, stamping her foot.

“Then what is the point?” Blitzø asked, his elbows on his desk and his fingers laced together under his chin. “What, that they super like each other and following them around makes you uncomfy?”

It sounded stupid when he put it that way. By the way Millie crossed her arms and looked away, Moxxie could tell she thought it sounded stupid, too. “It’s more complicated than that,” she muttered.

Blitzø raised one finger and waggled it back and forth at her. “It’s not,” he said. “And you can get moralistic all you want, won’t change the fact that we have a contract.”

He’d said that before, but the way he reemphasized it made Millie droop. “Yeah, yeah, I know,” she mumbled. “But, c’mon, ya gotta admit, it’s shitty gettin’ dragged into the Vees’ interpersonal drama.”

“Never said it wasn’t.” Blitzø looked completely unmoved by her emotions, but at least he wasn’t either smug or yelling anymore. “But we’re doing this contract. We’re doing it to the best of our ability. And why are we doing that? Because if we don’t, not only will we not get paid, but all of us will end up in debt to the Vees, and I don’t think that’s a position you wanna be in, Mills.”

Millie just shook her head. Every Hellborn knew what it meant to break a contract with a sinner; it was how so many of them ended up working in Pentagram City for nothing.

Blitzø sighed, putting his fingers either side of his snout between his closed eyes and gesturing at her with his other hand. “Am I gonna have to take you off duty for a while?”

“What— no!” Millie said, her tail snapping the air behind her in alarm.

“Because I will.”

“No, no, I’m fine, I can do it. I can, Blitzø. Okay?”

Blitzø lowered his hands to fold them on the desk. “We’ll wrap this job up as quick as we can, and then we’ll put it behind us.” Millie put her hands on her hips and looked away, her eyes narrowed. Blitzø just stared at her. “…so…” he said, drawing the word out.

“What, Blitzø?”

“…so… get the fuck out of my office.”

She made a frustrated noise and turned, stomping out of the room and slamming the door so hard Moxxie heard something in the frosted glass crack. “Millie…!” He didn’t even look at Blitzø as he finally put the camera back down and ran out after her, following her into the hallway and watching from a distance as she punched one of the cheap display busts so hard its face basically exploded. “…Millie?”

She snapped her head to him, fire in her eyes, but it immediately cooled into something much sadder when she met his eyes. “Moxxie… I…” She looked away. “I’m sorry, I’m tryin’ not t’go apeshit so much.”

“Hey, no, honey, you don’t have anything to apologize for,” Moxxie said; now that he was sure he wouldn’t be defenestrated, he crossed to her and placed his hands on her upper arms. Her skin was a little chilly from the air conditioning, and he slowly ran his palms from her shoulders to her elbows. “This is… very, very stressful, and Blitzø doesn’t exactly foster a calm and relaxing work environment.”

“Truest thing I’ve heard today,” Millie muttered, rolling her eyes. She then sighed, raising her own hands to her temples without throwing Moxxie’s hands off her. “It’d be better if he at least pretended t’care about… anything except business, y’know? Instead’a just… doin’ that shit again.”

“I know. …look, I get it. Blitzø probably can’t even spell love, I’d be shocked to learn he could feel empathy towards anyone else feeling it. And you can’t really expect him to be more respectful of a couple of targets than he is about our marriage.”

Millie groaned, looking at the ceiling. “I swear t’fuck if he breaks into our bedroom one more time…!”

“We’ll figure out how he’s getting in eventually,” Moxxie said, taking hold of her chin and getting her to look at him again. “Come on, honey. It looks like tonight’s a wash anyway, I don’t think we’ll be able to find them out in the city and once they’re back in the hotel we can’t do anything. Let’s leave our boss to Loona, she’s more than capable of handling him. We’re supposed to be learning Pentagram City anyway, so you wanna go try one of those sinner-run barbecue places?”

Immediately, Millie’s eyes lit up and she held her fists under her chin. “Yessss,” she said, her voice dropping a full octave in her enthusiasm. She seemed thoroughly distracted as they headed out of the building, and Moxxie was relieved, even if the conversation had shifted to factoids like ‘did you know most of the restaurants in Pentagram City are run by the overlord of Cannibal Town’.

He just had to figure out how to keep both of their spirits up until this damn contract was over. That was all.

•••

It was not often that Alastor wasn’t fully in control of every aspect of himself and his life. His leash notwithstanding—and, to his mind, not something he needed to be worried about at the moment—Alastor prided himself on his ability to effectively direct his desires and impulses to places that made the most logical sense. Even each instance of murder he had ever committed, whether impulsive or not, was rational to his mind.

Angel Dust was not logical.

No, Angel Dust was, quite possibly, the single most illogical creature Alastor had ever encountered, and not simply because his behavior so frequently made no sense. His very existence carried with it the very essence of groundlessness, and his presence sent Alastor’s own carefully-crafted impulses to places he never would have imagined them going intentionally, let alone by sheer accident.

When Alastor had taken Angel Dust to his radio tower, it had been nothing but a return of the same sort of creative intimacy that the spider had inadvertently shared with him; that, and the fact that Alastor found himself genuinely curious to know what Angel Dust thought of the space. He had, as well, planned to ask the other sinner to perform on his program sometime, both because of his lovely voice and the fact that both Vox and Valentino would lose their minds.

And that… that was all. Alastor knew that was all, because when he stood in front of Angel Dust, he told himself to move away. When he kissed Angel Dust, he told himself to stop. When he leaned his brow against Angel Dust, he told himself to leave. But he didn’t. He stayed, and there wasn’t a moment yet that he knew why he was doing it.

Touch, particularly of the romantic sort, had always perplexed Alastor. He didn’t see the appeal and, worse, he didn’t see the point. Physical contact did nothing but cause discomfort, and it seemed to serve no purpose while simultaneously hampering one’s ability to do anything else, making it a waste of time better spent having control of both hands and freedom to move. Alastor could admit, of course, that he disliked not knowing something that others seemed to understand. In that sense, he had wondered for quite some time just what the ever-loving Hell everyone else seemed to see in it that they would ruin their lives and minds in pursuit of the flesh of another.

So, yes. He was curious. How could he not be, when it seemed that all of human society centered itself around a natural biological activity that he found so desperately uninteresting? It hadn’t helped, either, that watching Angel Dust work had such a visceral… effect… on him, one he still wasn’t sure he would ever be ready to consider in depth.

Maybe that was why he had the thought that, if anyone could help sate his curiosity, it would be Angel Dust. The spider wasn’t quite as opposite from Alastor as he had once believed; yes, Angel Dust was obsessed with the idea of chasing sexual gratification, but Alastor had begun to suspect it was largely about the desire for sensation and less about the people themselves. As a matter of fact, Alastor felt certain enough to say with confidence that Angel Dust wasn’t attracted to the men he bedded either at work or outside of it, in anything more than their most surface ability to provide him with that gratification.

Ultimately, it seemed the only difference between them was their desire for physical sensation. Angel Dust wanted all of it, while Alastor wanted none. But it seemed that neither of them had much of a desire, if any, for any one individual.

Yes. He had thought Angel Dust could ease his curiosity, and had known that the spider wouldn’t make it into a… a thing, as so many people nebulously defined so many situations they didn’t want to describe. He had thought that contact with Angel Dust—something intentional, personal, intimate—would allow him to truly tell himself once and for all that it wasn’t something meant for him. If it wasn’t meant for him, that was an explanation. It was a reason. It was logical.

When he kissed Angel Dust, it was for that reason and that reason alone. But the touch, so simple and so meaningless, it did something to Alastor on a level he hadn’t even known he possessed. It was unplanned and uncontrollable, and because of that, Alastor had instantly wanted nothing more to do with it. The problem was that, in that moment, the idea of separating himself from Angel Dust had become suddenly quite intolerable.

So intense were both of Alastor’s compulsions—both to never lay a hand on another’s flesh without ripping out their intestines, and to never let Angel Dust further from him than an arm’s length—that Alastor was left with little recourse but to do the one thing that he despised over any other.

He resolved that he simply… wouldn’t think about it.

Thought, planning, intention… none of that led him anywhere, as his thoughts were tearing off in two such separate directions. True impulse was to be his only choice in this matter, which was how he spent an entire day and a half dragging Angel Dust away from the main rooms of the hotel and into private, secret corners. And, in those secret corners, Alastor kept fucking kissing him, leading him to wonder if the spider had some kind of pheromone that he himself was particularly susceptible to.

But despite the frustration he felt every time he tried to understand just what, exactly, it was he was doing… Alastor could admit when he felt other things as well, things that only fueled his frustration.

It was pleasant, in a way that Alastor had been wholly unprepared for. Angel Dust was soft, both his fur and his skin, and the way he felt under Alastor’s hands was an oddly comfortable tactile sensation. The way his lips felt, too, was pleasant, and Alastor found a similar sort of relief in that touch as he did when he pressed his fingers into his temple against a headache or when he pushed down on properly risen bread dough to shape it and allow it to rise again.

It was confusing, as well, because Alastor couldn’t name why he got enjoyment out of the activity, he simply did. He had wondered, for a short while, if perhaps something had awakened in him without his permission and set him off on a completely different mental path. But, no, the idea of touching anyone else so intimately remained as uninteresting to Alastor as it always had; it sounded uncomfortable and tedious and a thorough waste of his time and mental faculties. It was Angel Dust, and only Angel Dust, that could pique this newfound interest in him, which only fueled his curiosity.

How far, I wonder, could I push this?

If it is the mark—and that is the only thing I can begin to imagine as a logical cause of this—all of these urges will go with the break. Won’t they?

If so… does that mean I’ll never know how far this could go? Will that leave questions forever unanswered? And, if so, does that leave me any choice but to see just where the end of this lies?

It was nearly a full day since his and Angel Dust’s evening walk that these thoughts carried him into the lounge to find it already occupied. Two low armchairs had been pulled up to the coffee table, one occupied by Charlie and the other by Vaggie. The table had a box on it, open, with an assortment of little colorful plastic pieces and what looked like a folded piece of cardboard that would unfold to a flat square. On the other side of the table, stretched out on the couch, was—

“Oh, thank fuck,” Angel Dust said when he and Alastor made eye contact. Immediately, both Charlie and Vaggie looked over their shoulders at him, both wearing their own unique blends of curiosity and concern.

“I…” Alastor wasn’t sure how he planned to end that statement. He wasn’t sure why he began it. He changed course. “Am I interrupting something?”

“No, you’ve solved my problem. C’mere. You know horror genre shit, right?”

Alastor didn’t move from his spot, raising a skeptical eyebrow. “It is, admittedly, one of two things I’ve kept an eye on as trends evolve. Why?”

“Good so fuckin’ c’mere,” Angel Dust repeated, pulling his legs underneath him and patting the couch beside him with one hand.

“You don’t have to, Alastor,” Charlie said in that oddly placating voice she used with him so often.

“Yes, he does,” Angel Dust countered. “Husk ain’t here right now, and he’s always my partner, and I ain’t goin’ up against the two of you by myself. Alastor’s smart, he remembers things, he’ll balance out all the empty space in my skull.”

Maybe it was the certainty in the way Angel Dust unilaterally declared his intelligence, but Alastor vanished into his shadows and rematerialized on the couch next to the spider. “What, precisely, have I just been conscripted into?” he asked, raising his hand to adjust his monocle as he read the words ‘Trivial Pursuit’ on the box.

“We’re playing a game!” Charlie said brightly.

“Or we were about to, but Angel was being a massive, whiny bitch about not having a partner, so we hit something of a snag,” Vaggie said. Alastor was expecting her to be focused on him with at least some level of suspicion, but she looked oddly comfortable; she was even smiling, just a little.

Charlie shrugged. “I told him he could ask Niffty.”

“I don’t have the power to keep Niffty from eatin’ the game pieces when nobody’s lookin’,” Angel Dust said, holding up a tiny plastic… red cheese wedge-shaped object and holding it demonstratively. He then leaned over and whispered to Alastor, in a voice loud enough for the other two to still hear, “She says she can’t lose if nobody else has the resources to win.”

Alastor laughed, his mind conjuring up that image with no trouble. “Oh, the things Niffty finds reasonable,” he said fondly. “Very well, what’s the point of this game?”

“To have fun,” Charlie said.

“No, to win,” Angel Dust countered passionately.

“You two are both so bad at this,” Vaggie said into her hands before she looked at Alastor. “It’s a trivia game. You roll the dice, you answer random trivia, and if you’re right, your turn keeps going.”

“Oh, I see,” Alastor said, smiling. “A knowledge game. That sounds delightful!”

“I knew it’d be right up your alley if we could ever getcha to play with us,” Angel Dust said. “This one’s all horror movie and book themed. I got it off a succubus who just came back from a… spring break thing with the humans. So, you’ll be my partner and make up for me bein’ a dummy, which means Vaggie won’t have an advantage.”

Vaggie frowned at him. “I don’t have an advantage.”

Charlie giggled and looked at Alastor. “I am so bad at trivia games,” she said, with what he felt was an undue amount of giddy enthusiasm for someone admitting a fault.

Alastor watched them set up the game board and listened to Vaggie’s rather succinct but thorough explanation of the rules and gameplay, but he couldn’t help wondering… Why was it that they wanted him to play with them? Because Angel Dust needed a partner, of course, but that was hardy a good reason. He was rarely welcome in more casual social settings in the hotel. What was different now?

The game was… well, there was no other word for it: the game was fun, moreso than he expected playing with plastic and answering inane pop culture questions could possibly be. Charlie was shockingly bad at it, but Vaggie more than made up for her lack with the fact that she had been alive and active with humanity far more recently than either of the sinners and, as a result, was far more deeply entrenched in the culture than the rest of them. Angel Dust wasn’t anywhere near as bad at it as he seemed to believe himself to be, though he struggled with things like the names of directors and screenwriters and authors, and frequently threw himself dramatically over the arm of the couch when he was wrong in his guess. And the others were taking the game quite seriously, but honestly, they were taking it so comedically seriously that Alastor was having a difficult time getting so invested that answering a question incorrectly actually irritated him.

He did, however, take one particularly offensive card—after arguing for nearly five minutes with Vaggie over why the answer printed was wrong, actually—and set it on fire between his two extended fingers. But, apparently, that was an appropriate level of drama because Charlie only cried ‘no’ in an overdramatic manner, and Vaggie actually laughed.

When he and Angel Dust won, the latter jumping on the table and doing what he called the ‘In Your Face, Vags’ victory dance, Alastor wondered if this was why people seemed to enjoy the concept of ‘hanging out’ with others so much. He understood it to a degree, of course; he spent far too much time with Rosie not to, and it wasn’t as though he didn’t understand and enjoy socialization. But this sort of thing was a level of casual he had never really experienced.

The game was packed away, and Charlie and Vaggie were in the process of righting the chairs in the room, when Angel Dust turned to Alastor and spoke in a soft tone clearly only for his ears. “Hey. Al.”

“Hm?” Alastor looked at him and found his smile softening again. “What is it, my dear?”

“Will you come to my room with me? I wanna show you somethin’, if you got time.”

“Of course I have time for you.”

Angel Dust’s smile did something warm and unknowable, but Alastor didn’t have time to contemplate it before he hopped to his feet and said, “Cool. Let’s go.” Alastor moved to follow; he thought he felt Charlie and Vaggie watch them leave, but he didn’t care why, so he didn’t acknowledge them.

Angel Dust took Alastor up to his room the mundane way, and Alastor obliged, wondering when was the last time he actually climbed stairs like a normal person. The inside looked different just by virtue of the neon lights being off, which absolutely helped the place look less garish. As they entered, Fat Nuggets raised his head from his little bed next to his owner’s, but he merely snuffled the air and watched them instead of approaching.

“Look!” Angel Dust said proudly, holding his hands out. Alastor did so, and saw that the spider seemed to have acquired a rather loudly patterned, long white and purple leather couch. “I acquired seatin’ arrangements,” he said proudly, putting his hands on his hips.

Alastor chuckled. “Changed your mind about entertaining?”

Angel Dust shrugged. “Usually I only get Cherri up here, and she don’t mind sittin’ on my bed. When I had you in here, tho, I thought that… I mean, I didn’t expect that to ever happen, so who knows who else might end up here? And I get that the bed’s kinda awkward. So now I got a comfy couch.”

“I’m extraordinarily proud of you, my dear.”

“I’m gonna take your sarcasm at face value and say thanks.” Angel Dust spun on his heel and flopped onto the couch, waving one hand at Alastor. “C’mere. Siddown. You’re picky and pretentious, you can tell me if it’s comfy.”

“Well, it’s certainly garish.”

“I don’t give a shit about your aesthetic criticisms. Please?”

Alastor sighed, shrugging. “Very well.” He obliged Angel Dust only mildly begrudgingly, sitting down beside him. And the moment he did— “Something so hideous should not be this comfortable.”

“You’re just mad that I get fun patterns and you’re stuck with pinstripes,” Angel Dust said, sticking his tongue out at Alastor.

“Incorrect. I also have gothic damask.”

Angel Dust rolled his eyes and waved a hand dismissively as Alastor giggled. He wasn’t sure where he was supposed to go with this information—was this Angel Dust’s way of saying he wanted Alastor to come visit him more often?—but his question was answered when the spider spoke after a lengthy pause. “Hey. Al.”

“Yes, sha?”

Angel Dust smiled, ducking his head a little. “What’s, uh. How’re you feelin’ right now? Like, physical contact-wise.”

Alastor looked at him curiously. “…I suppose I am not adverse to contact at the moment.”

“Cool. Can I try somethin’ then? You can tell me if you don’t like it.”

That seemed a risk to take with someone like Angel Dust, particularly in their current surroundings, but Alastor had little reason to suspect anything too outlandish. “…alright.”

The other sinner nodded, once, before he shifted so he was sitting closer to Alastor. He hesitated, then he leaned over until his head was on Alastor’s shoulder and their arms were pressed together. Alastor tensed instantly, but he didn’t more away, and so neither did Angel Dust, simply waiting for the Radio Demon to either change his mind or relax.

It wasn’t wholly unpleasant. In fact, it wasn’t unpleasant at all the way Alastor would have anticipated, having someone else lean their weight on him. But he didn’t imagine that his companion was all that comfortable, so he murmured a soft, “Hold on,” as he gently moved his arm to drape across the back of the couch beside Angel Dust’s head. The spider hesitated, but when that was all Alastor did, he leaned into the Radio Demon’s side, his head resting more comfortably against the front of his shoulder and his chest. Angel Dust pulled his legs up and wrapped his arms around them, keeping his hands to himself, but kept his weight pressed gently into Alastor.

Eventually, he had to ask. “Why?”

“Which thing?”

“…this, to start with.”

“It seemed comfy,” Angel Dust said with that particular level of airiness he possessed that was flippant without being dismissive. “And you’ve been okay with touchin’, so I wanted to see if you liked it.”

“I see.”

“Which other thing?”

Alastor contemplated phrasing. “…why did you ask me to play that game with you?”

“Outside of the obvious?” Angel Dust asked without looking up, and Alastor nodded. “Because I know you like knowin’ stuff. You’re smart. You like talkin’ about the knowledge you got. I thought you’d have fun.”

“You do understand why I find the invitation strange, of course?”

“Yeah. Duh. You’re the big bad scary Radio Demon,” Angel Dust said. “You’re still one of us. And I dunno if you let yourself notice, but it wasn’t like Charlie and Vaggie were upset about you joinin’ us. Besides, I like spending time with you.”

That wasn’t something Alastor was expecting to hear. He meant to say something detached, dismissive, or maybe even change the subject, but what came out was, “You do?”

Angel Dust giggled. “Dummy,” he murmured as his only answer, the word filled with a level of affection Alastor had never heard directed at him.

They talked for a while, about nothing in particular; Angel Dust possessed an active mind that hopped from subject to subject with little prodding needed, and all Alastor needed to do was follow him without asking what was connecting each topic. It all meant nothing. It was pointless. It was a waste of time.

And Alastor… was enjoying it.

Angel Dust was in the middle of talking about how he took care of Fat Nuggets—hellpigs sounded fussy, and Alastor meant it when he said he was impressed with the spider’s skill at caring for the creature—when the words seemed to stop for a few moments. Alastor realized his eyes were closed, and when he opened them again, he was looking at Angel Dust’s ceiling.

Alastor didn’t sleep much. He could sleep, of course (any sinner could), but he rarely elected to. He had things to do, and none of those could be accomplished while sleeping. But he was no stranger to sleep, particularly when he felt comfortable and, for lack of a more accurate word, secure. It seemed that, at some point, his body had felt he was comfortable and secure enough to doze off. And, looking at the one window he could see from this angle, it seemed that he had been out long enough for the sun to properly set.

He was still on Angel Dust’s couch, that much was clear, but he was now lying on it with one leg on the cushions and one foot on the floor. Angel Dust, too, was still on the couch; his thin body had crammed itself between Alastor’s side and the back of the couch, his head still resting on Alastor’s shoulder and his legs stretched out far past the length Alastor’s own feet reached. One of Angel’s right hands was curled in a loose fist, resting against Alastor’s sternum, while the other right arm was draped across Alastor’s abdomen. Judging by the spider’s breathing, he was sound asleep.

It wouldn’t have been difficult to move Angel Dust. He could have simply sunk into his shadows and left him on the couch. He supposed, however, it would be more polite to put the spider into his bed. That wouldn’t be hard, either. He would simply use his shadows to lift Angel Dust up, tuck him into bed, and then return to his own room. Easy.

That was the last thought Alastor had until the next morning.

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#my writing #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #radiodust #alastor x angel dust #hazbin charlie #hazbin vaggie #helluva blitzo #helluva loona #helluva moxxie #helluva millie #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin fanfic

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beestriker015 · 6 months

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Arcee x male Autobot s/o

Arcee and s/o were always close during the war on Cybertron, so imagine her surprise at seeing the male Autobot on Earth after what feels like a lifetime.

“S/o? H-how can you be here? Everyone thought you were taken offline.”

Her optics wide from shock as she says this while looking at him.

“My termination was greatly exaggerated. While I was severely injured during the last battle I took part in, my spark held on as I was fortunate to have been found by Ultra Magnus and taken to get repaired. When I caught word that you were here on this planet, I knew I had to come help you and the others fight against Megatron and the other Decepticons. I missed you a lot Arcee.”

After s/o finishes speaking, Arcee does something that shocks the other Autobots and their human companions.

She embraces him tightly.

“I’m glad you’re here s/o, and I missed you too.”

He is at first caught off guard by Arcee’s sudden hug, but then quickly returns her embrace with a warm smile present on his face.

Their heartfelt reunion is interrupted by Optimus Prime, who approaches s/o with a stoic expression.

“Welcome to Earth s/o, I’m pleased to see you alive and well. I believe I speak for your fellow Autobots when I say we’d love to have you join us.”

He offers s/o a hand, who turns to look at Arcee for a brief moment before accepting it with a smile.

“I would be honored Optimus.”

The Autobot leader smiles at this and shakes s/o’s hand.

“Glad to hear it. Once again s/o, welcome to planet Earth.”

With that, s/o has joined the ranks of Optimus’ Autobots.

Due to being out of the loop for so long, s/o had to be caught up on everything that has happened on Earth between the two Cybertronian factions, including the unfortunate demise of his close friend Cliffjumper.

“N-no, I refuse to believe it! Cliff can’t be gone!”

“I know how you feel s/o, it still hurts for me to think about.”

Arcee says as she tries comforting her heartbroken friend.

“Who? Who is responsible for Cliff’s death?”

S/o asks with anger in his voice.

Upon learning from her that it was Starscream, s/o vows to get revenge on him.

“The next time I see that piece of scrap, I will make him pay for what he did to Cliff! Screamer’s days are numbered!”

(Aboard the Nemesis, Starscream suddenly feels a cold chill run down his back and he doesn’t know why.)

On a lighter note, Arcee introduced s/o to her human partner Jack, with whom he quickly became friends with.

“I imagine being in this base for so long can get pretty boring sometimes, so how about I take you out for a quick joyride Jack?”

He asks, wanting to bond with the human his close friend is the guardian of.

“Really? That’d be awesome s/o!”

Unfortunately for them, Arcee shoots down s/o’s idea.

“No, you two are staying here as per Optimus’ orders!”

She tells the two in a stern almost motherly tone as they both sigh in disappointment, causing her to shake her head.

“Dear Primus, I swear you both are becoming way too like-minded.”

She says in mild amusement, secretly relieved that Jack and s/o get along so well.

Not much time has passed since s/o’s arrival and it’s pretty clear to everyone that he and Arcee have romantic feelings for each other, though neither of them would admit it.

Thanks to some encouragement from the others (specifically Miko and Smokescreen), the two bots decided to finally reveal their feelings for the other.

Surprisingly, Arcee is the first to confess.

“Hey s/o, there’s….something important I want to tell you.”

“What is it Arcee?”

Taking a moment of silence to figure out just what she’s gonna say, the blue fembot looks at s/o and begins speaking.

“When I thought you were offline, it was like a part of my spark perished with you, but it became whole again the moment I saw you here and still online. What I’m trying to say is….I love you s/o.”

If an Autobot were capable of blushing, then s/o would definitely be completely flustered after hearing this.

“Arcee, I love you too. The two of us have had a strong bond for as long as I can remember, and the thing that kept my spark from extinguishing was the terrifying thought of never seeing you again. You are my reason for living Arcee, and I love you more than Cybertron itself.”

The fembot responds to s/o’s own confession by pulling him into a kiss that he quickly melts into, both completely unaware that their friends and teammates are secretly watching them, all happy that the two are finally together.

As a couple, s/o and Arcee always have each other’s backs during missions, just like they did back on Cybertron.

“You know what this reminds me of Arcee? That one time we were surrounded by Vehicons during a recon mission.”

“I remember, but now really isn’t the time to be getting nostalgic s/o!”

She says while shooting down several Insecticons flying towards the two.

“Right, sorry.”

He chuckles before taking down a few as well.

If one of them were to get injured, the Decepticon responsible would face the wrath of the other and after that, they would stay right by their lover’s side the entire time Ratchet repairs them.

Due to their circumstances, neither has any reason to get jealous, but protectiveness is another story, especially with Arcee.

Having suffered the loss of both Tailgate and Cliffjumper, Arcee will not allow any harm to come to s/o, and will offline any Decepticon (mostly Vehicons) foolish enough to try.

As mentioned earlier, s/o will be ruthless in battle whenever Starscream is involved out of sheer hatred for the death of his friend.

“Starscream! I will tear out your spark with my bare hands!”

“K-keep away from me you deranged Autobot!”

The slim Decepticon manages to somehow escape justice every time, resulting in Arcee having to calm s/o down.

“Don’t worry s/o. There’s always next time. One way or another, he will pay for his crimes.”

“You’re right Arcee, but I still wanna rip that coward’s wings off!”

“I know you do s/o, I do too.”

Downtime is rare and never tends to last long, but Arcee and s/o spend it together in the base while taking part in what the humans refer to as “cuddling”.

“This is nice.”

“Yeah, I could get used to this…cuddling, especially when it’s with you Arcee.”

He says with his arms wrapped around her as she rests her head on his chest.

“I feel the same way s/o.”

She tells him with a content smile on her face.

Once Unicron has been defeated and Megatron ends the Decepticon cause, it is now time for the Autobots to return to their homeworld.

After sharing a heartfelt goodbye with Jack and the other humans, s/o and Arcee walk through the space bridge leading back to Cybertron.

“This is bittersweet isn’t it Arcee? I’m glad we finally ended the war, but I’m really gonna miss Earth.”

He looks down as Arcee puts a hand on his shoulder.

“I will too s/o, but who’s to say that this goodbye is forever?”

“Fair point I guess. So, what do we do now?”

“I don’t know, but as long as you’re by my side, I’m ready to face whatever the future holds. I love you s/o.

He kisses her softly while placing his hands on her hips.

“I love you too Arcee.”

With the complete restoration of Cybertron and the threat of Megatron gone, the pair of Autobot lovers look forward to what lies ahead for both them and their planet.

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rebelliousstories · 10 months

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Poinsettia

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Selina Kyle x Reader

Fandom: The Batman (2022)

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Brief Mentions of Death and Angst

Word Count: 1,627

Masterlist: Here

Summary: A little Christmas cheer in their dreadful New York apartment.

“Selina! Sel? Where you at girl?” A voice called out as the door to the shabby New York apartment opened and shut behind the figure. She carried something in her gloved hands, but hid it behind her back when the young woman she shared her home with came through. Her cropped hair was wet, indicating it had been freshly washed. Along with that, the smell of soap crept through the apartment from the shower that had happened before she arrived home.

“Hey baby. I’m here. Sorry, I needed a shower. I felt gross after the club.” Selina came over and pressed a small kiss to her lover’s lips. Her hands wrapped around her waist and felt something behind her back.

“What’s behind your back?” She asked directly. Her girlfriend looked away impishly but refused to offer a response.

“It’s nothing.” She drawled out. Selina leveled a look at her partner and soon retracted her hands to look her more directly in the face.

“Babe?” Selina asked yet again, staring her dead in the eye.

“It’s your Christmas present, okay? Just, let’s go to bed and promise me you won’t look under the tree?” She pleaded and stepped closer to her girlfriend yet again. Selina did not move away, but did cross her arms as her lover tried to be sweet on her. It took several minutes of big eyes, and a smile before Selina relented.

“Fine. I won’t look. But you better hurry up.” She pressed a loving kiss to her girlfriend’s lips, and walked away. The woman, still standing with her hands behind her back, watched her girlfriend’s hips sway as she walked away. She brought her hands back around the front of her body as she walked over to their tree. There were only a few gifts underneath the tree, but that was okay. They did not need much, just each other. She set the big box down behind the other gifts almost out of view, before she stood back up. Her outer layer was shed before she left the living room; her scarf, gloves, and coat were placed on the couch before making her way to the bedroom.

When she got in there, Selina was already reclining on the bed beneath the covers. She held something in her hands, something that her partner recognized immediately. The only remaining picture of her and her mother that Selina held in her possession. Often times, their nights would end with her pulling the picture out of Selina’s hands after she had fallen asleep to keep it from getting lost or damaged. It comforted the woman to hold it; the last remaining thread of innocence she had left. No words were spoken as the other woman got ready for bed. Cleaning her face, brushing her teeth, covering her hair, all of it was done with speed and accuracy you only get from doing the same routine for years and years. Eventually, she climbed into bed with her lover and pulled her into her chest. Selina’s hands still held the photo as she laid her head down on her girlfriend’s chest.

“Your mom would be proud of the woman you have become.” She whispered and pressed a kiss to her head. Selina continued to stroke over her mother’s face in the photo, but her eyes were drawn to something in the corner. A brilliant splotch of red and green were in the corner.

“Did I ever tell you about this photo?” Selina asked, sounding very far away in her own head. She had, in fact, told her lover the story behind this particular photo. But that was not going to stop her from encouraging Selina to tell it again.

“Tell me.” She whispered, pressing another kiss to the head on her chest.

“When I was a kid, my mom couldn’t afford to do a big Christmas. But she would take me to the heart of the city to look at the lights. The one thing we got every year, from the same vendor, was a poinsettia plant. They would sell it to us for a fraction of what they were originally selling it for because they knew my mom. After she died, I never went back. I couldn’t without her.” Her voice trailed off, still lost in her own world as she remembered the snow filled nights where she went into the city to get those plants. Selina felt another kiss placed to her hair, and her lover’s hands rubbing up and down on her arms to soothe her.

Her lover stared at little Selina in the photo and smiled to herself. But her lover’s breathing slowed and eventually Selina was fast asleep. Her body went limp, and the photo dropped on her girlfriend’s stomach. She picked it up and stared for a moment longer, before placing it on her nightstand to protect the picture, turned out the lights, and went to sleep.

Snow filled the air when the couple awoke Christmas Day. They stretched and laid in the warm bed as they tried to wake up. However, with the day off, neither one cared too much about getting started on their day at a reasonable time.

“Merry Christmas, Sel.” She whispered to the woman that was now face to face with her on their sides in bed.

“Merry Christmas, baby.” She replied, laying a kiss upon her lover’s lips. Selina laid there for a moment more before she pulled away, and got out of the bed to head into the bathroom. She began to brush her teeth when her girlfriend came and hugged her from behind.

“My morning breath really that bad, huh?” She joked as she began to brush her own teeth. Selina chuckled lightly, trying desperately not to choke on the toothpaste in her mouth at her lover’s comment.

Once they were both done, a quick breakfast was had of a couple sandwiches. Nothing fancy, but it was enough for the couple on their budget. They made their way to the couch, where she had to move her outerwear from the previous night, and laid down on the couch. The radio in the corner of the room was on a station that played Christmas songs non-stop, which provided some noise for the couple to have in the background. They watched out the window for a while, just enjoying their time together. But eventually, Selina got curious about the large box that was tucked near the wall behind the tree with the rest of the presents.

“Can we open them now?” She asked her girlfriend, turning in her arms to look her in the eyes. When she nodded, Selina excitedly got up and immediately went to the large box behind the tree.

“Wait!” Selina stopped at her lover’s exclamation. She looked like a little kid with their hand in the cookie jar.

“Just, save that one till the end? Please. Trust me.” She explained, and while Selina was upset to not find out what her lover brought home last night, she relented. They spent a considerable time opening the gifts from one another. Their gifts were usually practical, but there were a couple that were pure wants rather than needs. A new wig, a refill on Selina’s favorite perfume, and a beautiful leather skirt graced Selina’s hands but she was itching to go look at the present behind the tree. Seeing her lover’s eyes drift over, she gave Selina a nod to go to the mystery present.

She got excited and ran over to grab the present. Placing it in front of her on the floor, Selina tore into it like a little kid. This was much bigger than their usual presents to each other, which got her curious. She tore off the wrapping paper and used a nearby knife to open the tape that closed the box before her. When she opened the flaps, however, she stopped. The smile fell off of her face, and her hands froze. Her lover sat on the couch, watching her from a distance with a tense stance. She was no sure how she would react, but this was making her nervous. Selina reached her shaky hands into the box and pulled out what was inside. A poinsettia plant with a very specific tag attached to it. The tag of the business she used to get it from as a child. She was at a loss for words as she looked towards her girlfriend on the couch with watery eyes. Without saying anything, her lover took over.

“I thought it might make you happy. It wasn’t difficult to find the business. And when I mentioned the Kyle girl was who I was getting it for, they were really excited to hand it off. Said they wanted me to bring you by at some point.” She explained gently. Selina wept as her hands traced the petals delicately, but she still said nothing. In a flash, the plant was set gently on the ground, and she had found a place in her girlfriend’s lap. She kept pressing kiss after kiss to her, cradling her face in her hands. Finally, coming up for air, Selina spoke for the first time since she opened the box.

“Thank you.” She whispered. Repeating her thanks, she kissed every inch of exposed skin in between her words. Her lover rested her hands on Selina’s waist and allowed her to do what she needed without impediment.

“You’re welcome.” Her girlfriend finally replied.

And there they sat. Selina perched in her girlfriend’s lap, pressing kisses and sweet words of endearment and thanks to her. And her girlfriend, happy to be able to bring just a little bit of happiness and light to their gloomy apartment in an equally gloomy city.

#rebelliousstories #writing #25 days of ficmas #25 days of christmas #ficmas 2023 #christmas imagine #the batman imagine #the batman #selina kyle x reader #selina kyle imagine #selina kyle #catwoman imagine #catwoman

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r0yalgrimmartz · 7 months

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Kore and Chazz in the year 2024,,,

Since yugioh GX is set in like 2004 at the start of the series and they're like 15-16 there, so like 35-36 (oh JESUS), and I think Chazz and Kore might be married at this point here. Idk mainly because I personally think it would take them a while to get married mainly cause Kore was not exactly one to be in a rush to get married. AND I COULDN'T BE BOTHERED TO SKETCH FUTURE DESIGNS IMMA CRY!!!

But here are some ideas my brain was scrambling:

⚡️ Chazz is a world famous pro duelist basically at this point, absolutely knocking it out of the park. He's finally where he feels like he's meant to be, yet without his brothers help. However, he's somewhat mellowed out as he's gotten much older, but his old personality still lingers. He's still The Chazz we all know and love at heart.

[MORE SHIT UNDER TO READ]

⭐️ Kore does also funny enough become a pro duelist, however that is somewhat a bit later yet she's managing just fine. Chazz is somewhat responsible for helping funding her (that was before they confessed the feelings but shhh).

⚡️ They currently have three kids (idk how the fuck they even agreed to three), with Kore being the fun and exciting parent but knows when to be stern and mature when things get a bit serious. Chazz is surprisingly the somewhat stern parent, however he's a great listener if his kids have problems and is better at giving advice. Plus he might let them get away with a few things it's all good.

⭐️ Kore absolutely misuses modern day internet slang so bad. She has tried this with her kids. Her kids are absolutely embarrassed. Chazz does not even bother, he's just confused. Like wtf is "GYATT"???

⚡️ Chazz ends up needing fucking reading glasses, his vision when reading up close got worse-

⭐️ For all Kore is the physically affectionate one, Chazz has to initiate the affection and love since...Kore forgets. This man just waiting for a smooch as she just obliviously walks past.

⚡️ I am not entirely sure what Chazz's relationship with his brothers would be currently, since originally I had it where they absolutely do not speak to one another. But, maybe they all met up once just to have a brief catch up??? As unrealistic as it sounds, but maybe after that they just all go seperate ways.

⭐️ Kore gets married to Chazz around the age of 29-30. Mainly because Kore and Chazz didn't see each other again till they were like 23-24, but it was mainly Chazz trying to initiate trying to form a bond again (ends up being a romantic bond). Chazz literally tried proposing to her several times and this dumb bitch was like "ehhhh can we hold it off till next year and ask me that again?" Then after a few attempts Chazz just did one last attempt out of frustration probably outside of a gas station and she just was like "hmmmmmmm okay sure <3 But could you put 20 on number 4- " Yeah. Very...romantic.

⚡️ Chazz cannot drive for shit. Kore is the designated driver. Currently has been trying to learn thanks to Kore but he kinda just says fuck it and goes. Nine times outta ten nearly crashes into the side of someone's car.

⭐️ Shopping trips tend to be a nightmare, mainly because Kore wanders off, and Chazz is fighting for his life on trying to find out where tf his spouse just fucked off to. Kore is found wanting to buy several mugs she found cute. Chazz is scolding her like a fucking parent and dragging her back to the shopping cart.

⚡️ Adding onto shopping nightmares, I feel like Chazz still is like "we getting the finer brands" and Kore on the other hand is like "yeah but they have a three for one sale- " then it ends with Chazz forcing the finer brands into the shopping cart. He's paying for the shopping tho so win win???

⭐️ Kore has dragged Chazz out for late night car rides a couple of times. Both going on late night drives, and getting food from drive throughs. Sometimes they'll park somewhere quiet and just chill on the car bonnet and watch the stars. It's a lame as it sounds, but Chazz just sorta let's Kore. I feel like Chazz does enjoy dumb things like these, granted not wanting to be woken up at stupid hours of the morning, but they kinda just star gaze and ramble on dumb shit or problems they're just feeling.

⚡️ Chazz I don't imagine is the most affectionate person during the series of GX, but thanks to Kore's gentle affection and her being slow and steady with Chazz, he grows more affectionate over time. Doing little things like hand holding, leaning against one another while they're sitting, Chazz constantly keeping Kore close - mainly so she doesn't wander off - or small brief head pats in public.

⭐️ Kore doesn't have much identity issues compared to the shit that happened after Season 3 of GX, but now and then I feel as if after what she's gone through she still struggles with her own image and doubts on who she is. Cause ya know, being used as some sort of sacrifice to be rebirthed as some horrifying deity close monster like some shit outta Fear & Hunger meanwhile your other friends are dead and your other friend is some Supreme King and there's some non-binary dragon monster spirit- Yeah that shit crazy. But Chazz does try help reassuring Kore a lot. She might still have the odd nightmares but Chazz immediately hugs her close and let's her silently cry it out. Once she's calm they'll chat after or unless Kore is that tired, then she'll doze back off.

⚡️ Idk why...but I feel like Chazz is somewhat the type of motherfucker that's like "you kids don't know how good you have it these days" or like "they don't Duel like how they used to" idk but it plays on my mind.

⭐️ Kore worries about how she raises her kids, as she doesn't want to cause strain or pressure on them like how her mother used to push her to be the best along with her siblings. Same with Chazz, he worries about how he raises his kids but he's a bit more self aware and doesn't hold unrealistic standards like his brothers did on him.

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As for like their kids, I doubt they'll ever be sketched. Originally I didn't think they'd have any due to their like fear of how they'd raise them. But I've pondered so just in case, then here even tho it really isn't relevant (both English and Japanese names):

🥀 Kenji Manjoume/Kaden Princeton

- First child

- Golden child yee yaw ass

- Gifted then severely burnt out in later years.

- Very soft and sweet wee lil' boy, grows to be a severely tired and irritable man.

- WhoreTM

- Top buttons on shirt always undone, cleavage. Slut behavior.

- Dramatic af, Kardashian style break down if shit doesn't go his way.

- Needs therapy but won't go. Says he's fine. Is not fine.

- Probably Bisexual. Man leaning.

- Fave ice cream: Cookie Dough.

💎 Himari Manjoume/Harper Princeton

- Second child

- Actually was planned. Ended up being a nightmare child (feral gremlin).

- Was the cutest baby, but underneath would attempt to set someone on fire.

- Tried cutting Atticus' hair once. In his sleep.

- Very chill in later years.

- Quiet and intimidating looking which makes people fear her (is actually super shy and easily flustered someone talk to her).

- Lifts. Has been passed down the beef genes (thanks to Kore and Riley's papa <3).

- Absolutely spoiled by Chazz when she was little. Deffo some form of Daddy's girl surprisingly....

- Can now easily pick up Chazz in later years. She strong. That ain't yo lil' girl Chazz you raised King Kong. Still loves her tho. Just is startled at how she can easily pick him up.

- Literally a beast duelist. Yet fumbles when her crush talks to her.

- Likes to dress very feminine. Very into skin and hair products.

- Very into girl's....is shy to even ask out.

- Fave ice cream: Mint chocolate chip.

✨️ Ekou Manjoume/Elijah Princeton

- Third child.

- Ultimate accidental child.

- Actually the most chilled baby to raise.

- Yet found ways to get into places he shouldn't like the balcony, cupboards, under the bed, on top of the closet,,?

- Very soft and shy little bab, a full on enthusiastic dumbass in later years.

- Zero braincells.

- Surprisingly academically super smart. Yet lacks common sense at times.

- Acts very flamboyant. Yet has ultimate rizz. Doesn't even realise he has rizz, he's a fucking idiot-

- Somewhat looks more like Chazz. Hilariously. Yet has more of Kore's enthusiasm and her life filled eyes. Probably will cause arson though.

- No filter. Says the most outlandish, borderline horrific down bad shit your poor ears have ever heard.

- Bisexual??? Somewhat woman leaning.

- Fave ice cream: HAH. He lactose intolerant like Kore....likes a lot of sorbet tho. Mainly lemon or lime flavoured desserts.

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This is all of my rambling I will croak now if anemia doesn't do it-

#my post #yugioh oc #oc #chazz princeton #manjoume jun #jun manjoume #yugioh gx #ygo gx #yugioh #ygo #manjoume thunder #idk why there was a need to make this #grimm's silly thoughts

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hostilemuppet · 7 months

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Seeing the Floyd perspective on the relationship makes me want to see the Creek perspective, especially the period where they were divorced. But also: Goddamn. This relationship really is the happiest either could get huh. I mean, Floyd could and CAN do better if he wanted, but I think it’s sweet how they chose each other.

okay heres my thoughts on creeks side of the situation, again keep in mind its just MY thoughts and not "canon" to the au

After Trolls 1 (a brief summary for the non-trolls fans following along at home: he was almost eaten by King Gristle so he sold (what he thought was) his entire species to save himself. He gets eaten by a BIGGER monster but he makes it out, somehow. Don’t think about it too hard) he lives alone in the woods for several months, before returning to Troll Village. People do NOT want him around, because, you know. Do I need to explain it? But Poppy let him back in, because she “feels bad for him” or whatever, and also they used to date so she thinks she has to. So he has a home, he’s back in his old pod, he even has his old job back! But no one wants to be around him, and he’s got only himself to blame.

Creek does NOT blame himself. He’s NEVER at fault, it’s always someone else’s. He devolves further into misanthropy, while still keeping up his at peace, Zen facade. He hates everyone. He hates Poppy. He hates Branch.

He tries to get back to how he was, establish himself as a musician, on top of teaching yoga. He gets a lot of fans, but he’s still pretty... controversial, to say the least. How could he not be? He was almost responsible for hundreds of deaths. But worse things haven’t stopped people from stanning. Look at your real life Twitter trending tab if you don’t believe me!

After all tribes are at peace, he makes an off colour comment about how rowdy and loud Rock trolls are when someone stops by his yoga class and disrupts it for his much more well behaved Pop students. Obviously, canon typical racism is a pretty big no-no, so he gets a lot of flack. Hence, the collab with Riff, which doesn’t actually help his reputation at all because Riff immediately took to Twitter to call Creek an asshole.

Then, Creek decides he’s been going at this all wrong. he doesn’t need to bend over backwards to make himself look better; he just needs to make the people he HATES look WORSE! As much as he hates to admit it, Branch is actually pretty spotless (and is, you know, dating the Queen, so...). But, he has FOUR brothers, two of which are single and one of which is infamous for whoring himself out. The adoring public are more willing to crucify their idols for victimless sex scandals than they are for genuine atrocities. This is when Creek pays someone (several someones, actually, but only one of them was successful) to seduce Floyd, record it without his knowledge, and send Creek the footage so he can leak it and tank Brozone’s reputation. We’ve been over how this didn’t work out for him in the way he wanted, but that doesn’t mean it was entirely a waste of time. He broke Floyd a little more.

A couple months pass. Creek continues to get in controversies that he could easily avoid if he simply stepped out of the spotlight, but he can’t, because he is addicted to clout and still believes he is never at fault. He finds out Riff has collabed with Floyd, and since Riff is one of the many, many trolls who are dead to Creek, he throws his little adult man tantrum and decides it’s personal, and he needs to take matters into his own hands. If you want it done right, you should just do it yourself. He starts frequenting Floyd’s favourite gay bar until by some miracle they’re in the same place at the same time. You know how things go.

Creek wakes up the next morning sore. Y'know, because of the drugs. Mostly. He’s alone. He’s mad, that his plan didn’t work. But he can still save it, and next time they run into each other he asks for Floyd’s number, saying how he really wants this to go further, he felt a connection. He did not feel a connection. Creek is not attracted to other men. They start dating, and he couldn’t be happier; not because he likes Floyd, obviously, but because he’s sure Branch is dying inside. I mean, yeah, Branch barely reacts any more past the first week, but he’s probably just really good at faking tranquillity. Creek knows how to fake tranquillity, too.

The relationship lasts, a lot longer than he thought it would, honestly. He thought it’d last a couple weeks at most, before Branch tried to kill him. But no such luck, instead, he’s stuck being couple-y, doing couple-y things, with a man he feels nothing for. They engage in a lot of PDA, and Creek buys Floyd a lot of gifts (that he insists were HIS ideas, NOT Floyd’s), they’re basically attached at the hip! And Creek genuinely thinks he’s on top of the situation. Poor, sweet, innocent Floyd, or whatever. He’s The Sensitive One! There’s no way Floyd knows what’s going on. He's be inconsolable if he did.

So when Floyd pushes him to prove how much Creek loves him, when he doesn’t, the only thing he can think of is to propose. He wasn’t sure what he was thinking. Honestly, he was pretty sure Floyd would say no, since they’d only been going out about half a year, and if that’s the end of the relationship, at least he could peddle it for sympathy points from the public. Unfortunately, Floyd is fucking crazy, and said yes.

Now Creek has a husband. He is still not into men, but he has a husband. He moves out of his pod and into Floyd’s mansion. This is it, he thinks. This is the rest of his life. He still keeps up the act, of course. He can’t have Floyd catching on. But he’s kinda bummed about his fate as a trophy husband for someone he feels nothing for.

He gets his first egg a month or two later, and is surprised to find that Floyd had a matching one. Creek might not care for Floyd, but he never thought he’d be a dad, and he gets. Emotional? He didn’t think he was CAPABLE of crying happy tears any more! Not that he’d let Floyd know, of course. The eggs hatch a month later (Floyd insisted on their names) and Creek is actually, genuinely happy. For a bit.

A month after that, four months into their marriage, everything falls into the open. Creek finds out that Floyd knew he never loved him, but he was playing Creek like 3D chess. And he’s mad, of course, but what is he gonna do, divorce Floyd? They have kids! Plus, you know, Floyd’s blackmailing him. “Tricking a man into marrying you and having kids with him” wouldn’t exactly be good for Creek’s reputation, not to mention how Floyd knows a lot of his personal embarrassing secrets now. From that point, things ramp up a couple notches.

No longer having to pretend everything is hunky dory in the privacy of their own homes, things escalate into all out warfare. And Creek can’t lie, it’s kind of an adrenaline rush, having to sleep next to the guy who you hate more than anything. Which is another thing that freaks Creek out! He actually hates Floyd more than Poppy, or even Branch! Don’t get him wrong, thinking about either of them for too long still fills him with white hot rage, but he doesn’t get the opportunity when Floyd’s wrapping his arms around him and acting all sappy in public, knowing they’re gonna go home and choke each other. Non sexually. Okay, maybe a little sexually. He’s still not into boys.

Then, they get comfortable. And things become too “real” for Floyd, who leaves, and divorces him, and doesn’t even try to get PARTIAL custody. Creek is shocked, at first, but then decides this is the best possible outcome. They’re no longer together, it’s NOT Creek’s fault, and he has sole custody of the kids he loves so dearly! Plus, he’s back on the market, baby! He can get back to cruising for fit GIRLS. He doesn’t have much luck. Partly because most Pop trolls still hate him (even if at this point it has dialled back to levels of the Azealia Banks Chicken Fiasco), partly because, at this point? He has no idea how to form genuine romantic relationships with other trolls that aren’t built on psychological warfare. He doesn’t even realise he’s doing it! Several relationships end in him getting dumped, with her friends and family encouraging her to leave him for “emotional abuse”, or whatever. He didn’t even mean it this time, honest! He just wanted to win, you know? He forgot the point of a romantic relationship is not actually to seek victory. But it’s so hard not to! He spent 18 months doing exactly that! Even when he “lost”, which was most of the time, he still got a sick thrill out of the hunt. A sick thrill he is now missing. He understands why Floyd couldn’t quit the coke, now. He tries not to think about Floyd any more.

Meanwhile, their fraternal twins, Brad and Angelina, wait patiently for their parents to get back together. Even though Brad was only 8 months old at the time of divorce, that’s like, 6 years for a troll, and he knew there’s no way in Hell they could stay apart. He just has to wait a bit for his Pops to come back home. Angelina, while having no opinions on whether they will or even should get back together, has already started reaping the benefits of having recently divorced parents at school. She’d be looking forward to having two Giftmases and two birthdays, if she knew what either of those were yet.

Then comes the reunion. We know what happens. They run into each other at a charity event for orphans, not that Floyd remembers what it’s for, since he’s been violently depressed for several months and is only there because Brozone (not specifically Floyd) were asked to make an appearance. They reminisce on their whirlwind romance, they get drunk, Floyd forces JD to remarry them. Creek wakes up the next morning with a brand new ring on his finger.

Creek’s first thought is that the rings look cheap, like they were the only ones they could get on such short notice, and he’s glad he never sold their original rings that he still has back in the mansion. Then, it sinks in that he has Floyd back. He means, that he’s back with Floyd. Which he feels totally neutral on. Negative, even. He’s definitely NOT thrilled that he’s got his perfect match back, and can stop trying to pretend to be someone he’s not. He hates Floyd. Grr! He gives up the act the second Floyd wakes up, and he sees Creek, and starts crying.

At first Creek thinks, aw shit, this was a mistake, we’re getting divorced again. He’s gonna be twice divorced before he’s 30, which is NOT a good look for him. Then they talk, for a while, until they’re on the same page. This IS what they both want. They want to be together. They want to constantly be at each others’ throats, sometimes literally. They want to always have to think, and plan, and make sure the other won’t come out on top. It’s more enriching for them than any other relationship could ever be. This is the first and probably only time they have ever been fully 100% honest with each other.

Except for the sex tape thing, obviously. Creek’s taking that to the grave.

They return to the mansion and Brad greets Floyd casually, as if it hadn’t been 3 1/2 months since they’ve seen each other. Angelina asks if this means they get to eat junk food again. Floyd arranges for a moving van to bring all his stuff back to the mansion that week, and Creek arranges for Brangelina to visit friends for the day.

Things settle down and after a week or two and you’d never even guess they divorced, if not for how they’re back in their honeymoon phase, and Creek has gone from insisting he feels nothing for Floyd to admitting he is psychosexually obsessed with him. He still says he’s straight, though. And Floyd is more than happy to live with that.

#ask #tdau

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madangel19 · 9 months

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I saw your random sentence starters and Can i request “No, no, no, no, no, we aren’t ready… we are not ready for kids yet!” And “I didn’t mean for it to go this far.” With Rain and Cirrus? I know a weird pair but i like em they seem angsty

Oooo, this is very angsty and with an unexpected pair. I love it >:)

Warnings: Brief mention of abortion and implied spice

Word Count: 1032

Everything had been going so well. It was Cirrus’s turn to sleep over with Rain for the night. Over the past month, they had been getting closer and seeing more and more of each other. Rain was a busy ghoul. The others often wanted their precious time with him, but lately, she was getting more of his attention and she loved the many nights she had spent with him.

Cirrus chirped happily as she laid in Rain’s arms, listening to him ramble on about some nonsense Dewdrop had gotten into earlier that day. She liked listening to him talk. Rain was quiet most of the time, but after spending many nights with him, she realized just how wonderful of a story teller he was. She could listen to him talk for hours and she would never grow tired of listening to him.

Some time passed and Rain had grown quiet. He sighed, smiling as he buried his face in her hair and gave it a sniff, his arms wrapped around her middle. Cirrus smirked as she thought of news ways to tease him in order to rile him up and get him to fuck her again.

Rain’s arms suddenly went rigid around her stomach as he let out an alarmed chirp. His face was immediately out of her hair as he pulled away from her, sitting upright in her bed. Cirrus cocked her head in confusion at the sudden change.

“What’s wrong, Rainy?” She asked.

“Cirrus, you’re…you’re carrying kits,” Rain replied, his eyes wide with panic.

Cirrus’s hands immediately went to her stomach upon hearing his words. Her thoughts went to her many nightly meetings with her fellow packmates during the last month. It was either Rain or her fellow ghoulettes that she last fucked and as far as she was concerned, Rain was the only ghoul with a dick that she let fuck her raw recently.

“Oh my god, Rain,” she murmured, smiling at the thought of carrying kits again. Rain’s panicked expression was concerning.

“No, no, no, no, no, we aren’t ready… we are not ready for kits yet!” Rain exclaimed, shaking his head while taking several deep breaths.

Cirrus felt a pain in her chest at his words. She wasn’t expecting that response. It pained her hearing that. She had seen him over the moon when he impregnated Dewdrop and even Cumulus, so why was this any different?

“But…we’ve both had kits from different partners, Rainy. What’s different this time?” She questioned. She needed answers.

“It…It’s just too soon. It’s only been a month, Cir. Spending time with you has been wonderful, but…I wasn’t…I…I didn’t…,” Rain trailed off, slicking back his hair and wiping the sweat from his brow.

Cirrus wasn’t sure if she wanted to hear the rest of what he wanted to say. She pulled her knees to her chest, emotions fighting each other for dominance as she tried to figure out what to feel. Was he going to tell her to get rid of her litter? There was no way she was going to accept that, but what would he do if she kept them? It was likely he would ignore the kits or maybe even try and hurt them. She wouldn’t allow him to do that. Neither would the rest of the pack. Kits were precious and if anyone so much as harmed them, then the consequences would be severe.

“Fuck, I didn’t mean for it to go this far, Cir. I…I’m sorry,” Rain murmured, reaching out to her with careful claws. Cirrus gave him a warning growl, her instincts quickly taking over. She wasn’t going to give them up no matter what he said or did.

Rain stopped and pulled his hand away, grumbling something under his breath. He slowly scooched over to sit next to her, not daring to lay a hand on her yet.

“What do you want me to do, Rain?” Cirrus asked after a few minutes of sitting in silence with him.

“What do you want to do?” Rain replied.

“I’m keeping them. You don’t have to be involved, but if you hurt them, then you know the consequences,” Cirrus growled, grabbing a nearby pillow and digging her claws into them. Rain’s face was neutral as he watched her grab the pillow. He then nodded, another sigh escaping his lips.

“Okay. Keep them. You’ll have plenty of help from the others,” he said, appearing more calm now despite the fear in his eyes.

Cirrus growled again, not happy with his words. Was he going to do anything to help her? These were his kits as well, but he was right. The rest of the pack would be more than helpful with her. She didn’t need him, but why did that thought pain her? What was she going to do if the kits looked more like him or if they wanted to see him?

Tears began welling up in her ears which she quickly wiped away, but they still kept coming. She needed comfort from anyone besides him. It was very likely that another nearby ghoul would notice something was off and come running to comfort her. As soon as Rain was gone, she was going straight to Cumulus. She would know what to do about this.

“Do you want me to go, Cirrus?” Rain asked, his tail slowly snaking over to her own. The tip of it touched her tail and she hissed, pulling it away.

“Yes, please. We’ll talk later, but…I don’t want to see you right now,” she muttered.

Rain was silent as he got up from the bed. He got dressed quickly and went to the door, pausing to look back at her with a pained expression in his eyes. Cirrus glared back at him, her tail lashing around angrily on the bed. Did she want to talk to him again? She had to. They lived in a small world and avoiding him would be nearly impossible.

“Goodnight, Cirrus. I’ll…see you tomorrow,” he said before leaving her alone.

Once she was sure Rain was long gone, Cirrus let the tears fall freely as she stood and got dressed before rushing out in the direction of Cumulus’s room.

I'm sure things will get better for them after some time :')

#the band ghost #ghost band #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoulettes #rain ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #rain x cirrus #ghost fanfiction #fanfiction #angst

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flbrokensoldier · 2 years

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howdy! how are you? i just found your blog and i adore your writing! i have a somewhat angst request, if that’s something you’re comfortable with writing! is there any chance you’d be willing to write for Cassidy or Flippy with an S/O who gets critically hurt? how would they react, and would they seek immediate revenge on whoever hurt them? maybe hurt/comfort? thank you regardless for your time, please don’t feel pressured to write this if you don’t want to! have a wonderful day!

AHHHH OMG OMG I LOVE THIS REQUEST, TY GOT ASKING OMG!

I love this and I will be doing short one shots for both in this. <3

CONTENT WARNING: GRAPHIC CONTENT AHEAD. (And D.I.D. mentionings, may be triggering)

Cassidy x Reader

Bad Mission, Bad Result.

It all started with a mission brief. One for you and that was it. Seeing as everyone at Overwatch thought it was a simple delivery of weaponry, they only sent you. However, when a certain gang caught wind of the brief mission, it resulted in a horrible incident. It was none other than Deadlock, however Ashe wasn't in on this one. She told them to stay out of it but they didn't listen. Her goons went after you and soon you ended up severely injured, now you were in a hospital under Angela's care. Once Cassidy caught wind of the situation, he rushed there immediately.

Oh how he hated hospitals or hospital like settings. He hated the smell, the sounds of the equipment, and the doctor uniforms. He hated everything about it. He soon entered the room, after rushing there and stared at the equipment since they were blocking the view of your unconscious body. As he stepped in, his spurs softly made a jinggle with each step but for once, he completely tuned them out. He walked over to the bed, his heart sunk so quickly.

You were in a coma, wrapped up and a cast on one of your legs, the other was gone. Your hair had been slightly brunt, along with other parts if your body. Your heart monitor said you were still alive, barely, but it was slightly comforting. You looked so peaceful, yet like you were in so much pain. It scared poor Cassidy seeing you like this, but he tried desperately not to let his fear take over.

He grabbed a chair and pulled it up beside you. He sat down slowly and removed his hat and put it over his chest. He checked the condition of your hand closest to him and carefully grabbed it after deducing it was okay to hold your hand. He softly held it, looking at it as he gently rubbed his thumb over the back of your palm.

"Hey darlin', I heard what happened.. I'm sorry I couldn't get to you sooner.." He put his forehead to your hand.

He felt rage bubble up inside him as he sighed. "They won't get away with what they did. They are in custody now. They either get legal repercussions or I'm doin' something about it."

As he sat there staring at your sleeping frame he sighed. "But for now, I'll stay with ya, until you feel better."

With that, he gave you a soft kiss on the back of the hand and stayed there. Didn't matter how long it took you to recover, he would be by your side. Didn't matter if he had missions, he'd get them done as soon as possible then come back to you. He would not leave your side, that's for damn sure.

Flippy x Reader

He Will Have Vengeance.

(Not using the new names I gave them yet because lazy)

(ART CREDIT: @K_B__M on Twitter and also on Tumblr as @kbmochi)

(This is how he looks in my stories, buff, tall, and fit with a black button up and those gloves <3)

Once he caught wind of the situation, it was game over.

He heard about it as he was talking to Flaky, Petunia had ran up and warned them about the situation. She said you were in a terrible situation with Lumpy and it resulted in you being hospitalized. From what he heard, you were shot in the leg from Lumpy, who was not being responsible with a gun. You also had a bunch of burn marks from him "accidentally" tripping with hot water. He also threw a knife at one point from not paying attention which resulted in a deep gash in your arm.

He knew Lumpy, he knew he was stupid but he also knew he was no fool. All the things happened because you guys were making a dinner and soon decided to help Lumpy clean his own gun. That didn't go over well, obviously you were in a hospital.

Flippy knew, with the information he had, that Lumpy most likely did all this on purpose. Why? He had no clue. Did he have any reason to do this to you? What did you do to him in the past? Who knows. One thing is for sure though, Lumpy would not live to see another day. He would be sure of that.

Walking along, Flippy had his hand rested on his knife, which was attached to his belt. He had a single explosive on hand that was practically itching to be used. He knew once he grabbed the knife, he would no longer be himself. It would be his other, much more aggressive and protective personality.

Now he was outside the house. It was dark outside and the moon loomed over Lumpy's house. His gaze darkened as he walked along and knocked on the door, like a true gentleman despite the situation and suppressing an extreme amount of anger.

Not long after, Lumpy answered the door with a smile but it soon faded. He stared in horror and tried to close the door. Flippy put his foot in the way though and shoved the door open, immediately letting Fliqpy front as he grabbed his knife and sliced Lumpy's throat. A dark laugh filled the night as blood dripped from Lumpy's throat.

(I hope you liked these, much love!)

#oneshot #x reader oneshot #<3333 #cole cassidy #cole cassidy x reader #flippy htf #flippy #htf flaky #happy tree friends flippy #happytreefriends #happy tree friends #flaky happy tree friends #mccree #mccree x reader

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digital-corruption · 2 years

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Unrecognisable Part 52

By the second session, Dr. Cumming had already started leaving the office door unlocked for us. Even though we entered quietly, when I closed the door behind us, Dr. Cumming had already come out and wast leaning against the reception desk. Clearly he had been listening out for our arrival.

“And how are we today?” Dr. Cumming forced a smile.

“It was tolerable,” Jake walked briskly past the doctor and disappeared into the back room.

I sighed, “He’s in a mood today.”

“I see. How are you?” Dr. Cumming gestured to me.

“Oh, I’m fine, I guess,” I shrugged. “I don’t know. He’s not talking to me.”

“What I said to him yesterday must have really gotten under his skin,” Dr. Cumming nodded.

“Can I ask what that was?” I pressured.

Dr. Cumming tilted his head back and forth, “I can’t discuss any specifics at this time. However, I did express to Jake that his situation is deeply troubling.”

“Is that why you pushed for another session today?” my shoulders dropped in realisation.

“We have much to still explore and discuss,” he replied vaguely. “I still don’t have the complete picture.”

“Why? What is it that you need the full picture for?” I frowned.

“I’ll let you know when we reach that point,” the doctor assured me. “Make yourself comfortable. We’ll talk again in an hour.”

Dr. Cumming turned and vanished into his private office. As soon as the door was closed, I collapsed onto one of the bench seats on the far side of the reception room. I took out my phone and tried to distract myself with news feeds, but within five minutes, I lost the ability to concentrate. Swapping between word and number games to try to keep my mind busy, the wait was still excruciatingly long. After a while I checked the time. They had already gone over the time by 30 minutes. Did I need to interrupt them, or should I let them be? They definitely had a lot to discuss. Surely this meant they were making good progress. No news was good news, right?

Suddenly the door abruptly opened, and Jake stomped out in a fury. I saw him contemplate punching the wall, but he fought back the urge.

I turned back towards Dr. Cumming, “Here I thought the extended session was a good thing.”

“MC, can I talk to you in private?” Dr. Cumming asked grimly.

Jake flashed him a death glare, then went over and punched water bottle at the top of the cooler.

“Jake, if you could please resist destroying my office for a few minutes,” Dr. Cumming chastised.

Jake sat down in the seat beside the cooler in a huff. Anxiously I walked into the back office. Dr. Cumming followed me in and closed the door behind him.

“You can sit down,” he gestured to the seat in front of his desk as he walked around.

“No, thank you. I’m sure it will be brief,” I folded my arms defensively. “We both don’t want to leave Jake alone for too long in your reception room.”

“Suit yourself,” he shrugged. “MC, it is my professional obligation to place Jake into a facility until we can ascertain that he is no longer a threat to society.”

“No,” I insisted.

“MC, this isn’t a recommendation. To do anything less would be negligent of me as a licensed medical professional. He is a severe threat, to you especially,” Dr. Cumming argued. “However, I am not deaf to your fears. We can check him in under a pseudonym to put you both at ease. No one will know his identity or his past.”

“He’s not a threat. I can handle him,” I shook my head. “I’ve handled him so far.”

“Have you?” Dr. Cumming frowned. “Today’s session indicated otherwise.”

“I don’t know what you’re referring to,” I narrowed my eyes.

“MC, don’t play dumb. I know he has attempted to kill you several times. As recently as yesterday even!” Dr. Cumming glared. “I know he’s responsible for those bruises on your neck.”

“During episodes,” I clarified. “Each time I managed to snap him out of it. And I’m getting better at it, so that’s something right?”

“Getting better at it!? MC, I’m going to be very direct and upfront with you in the interest of your safety,” Dr. Cumming wasn’t holding back anymore. “During those rare occasions when he sleeps, he dreams about taking your life. He says he finds those dreams upsetting, but it’s not the dream that’s upsetting him. It’s the fact he finds those dreams satisfying. Let’s not forget to mention with the awful state of his insomnia, he struggles to separate dream from reality. Try as he might to hold back those urges and deny they exist, his mental instability is nothing short of a ticking time bomb. Though he does his best to lie and manipulate, I can see right through him. He doesn’t have the self-control he pretends he has. One day he’s going to slip and give into that temptation, and it won’t take much to push him over that edge.”

“No, this is bullshit,” I shook my head vigorously. “I don’t believe you.”

“MC, don’t make me break protocol and replay today’s session,” Dr. Cumming rubbed his forehead. “You won’t like what you’ll hear.”

“Why? Did he say he wanted to kill me?” I questioned.

“No, not explicitly,” Dr. Cumming admitted.

“Then don’t put words into his mouth!” I snapped. “Jake loves me. He would never kill me. Dreams… are just that.”

Dr. Cumming waved his hands in the air, “MC, I have treated many combat PTSD patients in my time and his is no different. Do you really think they want to hurt their loved ones either? Yet it still happens! The only difference is that Jake’s still on his battlefield. Every second of every day he’s assessing possible threats and attacks. He needs rest and recuperation away from his battlefield.”

“Don’t you get it? You’ll only be exasperating the situation!” I argued. “He won’t be able to rest in a facility where he feels caged!”

“It is for everyone’s best interests that he goes in willingly, but I cannot in good conscience allow you to leave with this man in the state he is in. You cannot trust anything he says or anything he does. Please do not force me to engage the authorities,” he warned.

“Well you’ll have to! There is no way I can support putting him into a facility where he would be a sitting duck for his pursuers! That would be signing his death warrant!” I yelled. “Those people are unhindered by international borders! Your facility won’t be able to protect him! He needs the freedom of movement to survive!”

“MC, I implore you to take a good hard look at his condition. You’re a smart woman, you know Jake needs this,” the doctor pressured. “If we act swiftly, there is still a chance we can rehabilitate him. If he crosses that unspeakable line though, he’ll be gone forever. There won’t be any chance of saving him.”

“I can handle him,” I reiterated. “Either you accept this current arrangement and work out how to treat him as a day patient or we will find someone else who will.”

I spun around and opened the door before Dr. Cumming could utter another word. It was my turn to stomp across the reception area in a huff. I went straight for the office door, unlocked it and pushed through before looking over at Jake.

“We’re going,” I said firmly.

Jake’s expression immediately changed from one of concern to one of pride. “It seems you underestimated her,” he gloated.

“MC, please,” Dr. Cumming pleaded. “My number, you have it. Don’t hesitate to use it, no matter the reason or the hour. Jake, same time tomorrow night, and every night until further notice. Weekends included.”

“Good night, Dr. Cumming,” I smirked knowing I had won.

Jake joined me in the corridor and I let the door slam closed. Marching down the hall towards the stairs, I could feel Jake’s eyes on the back of my head. Halfway down, I stopped and turned around. With one swift movement, I grabbed Jake by the neck of his hoodie, pulled him over to the wall and pinned his wrists on either side of his head. He looked at me with surprise, but as soon as I pressed my lips forcefully against his, he got the idea. He kissed back with as much heat as I gave him. Just as my grip on his arms weakened, he slipped his wrists out and grabbed my hips roughly. Within seconds, he spun us around and pinned me against the wall with him pressing into my pelvis. Pulling my hoodie away from my neck, his mouth went straight for the nape. I moaned uncontrollably in the empty hallway and ran my fingers through his black hair, tugging at the roots roughly.

“Not here,” Jake whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

Jake pushed off the wall and took my hand in his. Together we quickly left the building via the stairs to the basement level. Exiting through the gap in the fence, Jake held the metal mesh back to give me more space as I stepped through. Taking my hand again, he led the way through the backstreets to the train station.

As soon as we got on the train, we took one look at each other, then immediately our lips met in another heated kiss. I wrapped my arms firmly around Jake’s neck, while he carefully stepped backwards towards the bench seat without breaking the kiss. As he sat down, I straddled his legs and lowered myself down carefully. His hands ran down my back, then guided my hips down onto his lap. His growing arousal pressed against my groin, which only fuelled my own arousal. I moaned needily against his lips and his tongue slipped into my mouth. I could sense other passengers leaving the car in disgust, but I didn’t care.

“Get a fucking room!” an obnoxious teenager sneered.

“Give us the fucking car,” I snapped.

He rolled his eyes and spat at us as he walked past to change cars. Jake shot him a death glare.

“He’s not worth it,” I cooed and put my hand on Jake’s cheek to turn his attention back to me as the train car was finally ours.

“Oh the things I want to do to you right now,” Jake grinned.

“Tell me,” I smiled. “I want to hear it. It might even help pass the time until we reach our stop.”

Jake’s expression suddenly turned, “You’re not scared of me? I can only imagine what the doctor told you.”

“He told me that you think about killing me,” I said softly.

“That’s putting it mildly,” Jake sighed. “I kill you in my dreams, MC. Every night I watch the life fade from your eyes and I like it. It’s like by taking your life you somehow finally we become one entity, and nothing can ever separate us again.”

“Jake, that’s your subconscious talking. You shouldn’t interpret it so directly. Our dreams are written in metaphors,” I gently caressed his cheek. “There are other ways to read it.”

Jake winced and shook his head, “Except when I wake up and I find that my hands are actually around your throat. There’s no other interpretation to be found in that, MC. I don’t entirely disagree with the doctor’s advice.”

“What are you saying? You want to go into a facility?” I frowned.

“If I go into the facility though, then I can’t protect you. To my pursuers, it’ll be open season for you,” he looked into my eyes intensely.

“Wait, you objected to it out of concern for me?” I questioned.

“You have to promise me you won’t hesitate to make that call. I will trust your judgement in the matter. I know you won’t make the choice lightly,” Jake leaned his forehead against mine. “I beg of you, don’t let me cross that line.”

“Jake,” I kissed his forehead. “We’re in this together. We will get through it.”

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