#it's like how when I'm driving by now the sound of my own siren is making me reeeally calmly focussed

[ddejavvu]

The Right Person - Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Summary: You're good friends with Jack Hotchner, and his dad finds you crying at a house party.

Contents/Warnings: best friend's dad!hotch, legal age gap (reader is over 18), mutual pining, soft!hotch, mention of alcohol/drugs, cheating (reader's unnamed, faceless boyfriend), hurt/comfort, fem!reader

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Very few things are more embarrassing than crying at a party. You're wading through a sea of high, hammered young adults, and even if they're too out of their minds to notice the tears on your cheeks, you feel like a fool for letting them fall.

You probably shouldn't have been as naive as you were going into your relationship. You'd been blinded by the prospect of someone being interested in you, and you hadn't stopped to consider the odd behavior he'd presented. You didn't want to be the overbearing girlfriend and check his phone, but walking in on him sucking face with someone else was just about all the evidence you'll ever need.

So now you're crying, stumbling down the hall and into the front yard for a breath of fresh air. Inside it's stuffy, booze and weed clouding the air and burning at your lungs. The front steps feel like a new beginning, away from your asshole (now) ex-boyfriend and the shitty music blaring from the house.

You're not offered much solace, though, because sirens blare through the streets. You squint through your teary eyes at a squad of cop cars that screech into the driveway, black SUVs trailing behind them. Fear drags your stomach down to your feet, because despite knowing that you're sober, you still probably hold some accountability for whatever drugs they're doing in there.

You're the only one outside, save for a couple moonbathing around the side yard, but the cops start for the front door. It means you're scrambling out of the way, tempted to put your hands up just in case.

"Miss," One of the officers glances at you, "Go home. We're shutting this down."

"Oh- okay," You stammer, nodding and wiping a tear from your eye, "I-um... I have to call an uber."

The officers don't pay you any regard after that, streaming into the house. It's only when you're fumbling clumsily with your phone that anyone engages with you, and the booming voice that travels over the lawn brings immense comfort to you.

"Y/N?" It's Aaron Hotchner, Jack's dad. You'd become fast friends with Jack through a couple of shared community college courses, and you'd come to know his dad from study sessions and movie nights.

"Mr. Hotchner," You breathe, reaching up to smear a tear off of your cheek, "I- Are you- what's going on?"

"The neighbors complained about the noise" He explains, jogging across the grass to reach out for your shoulder, "What happened? Are you alright? Why are you crying?"

"I'm okay," You sniffle, now infinitely more embarrassed to be caught blubbering by your best friend's very attractive dad, "We all have to leave?"

"Don't worry about that," He murmurs, shrugging his windbreaker off of his shoulders and wrapping it around your own. Your top is sheer and too-short, and the cold air had been nipping at your skin. His jacket is warm, soft, and you realize with an aggressive heat to your cheeks, it smells like him.

"Now," He tries again, keeping his jacket securely over your shoulders, "What happened? Are you hurt?"

"No, I'm alright," You shake your head, chin to your chest, "It's dumb, it's nothing. I- I need to call an uber, I'll-"

"I will drive you home," Aaron promises, voice soothing as his hand brushes over your back, "But I need to know what's wrong."

"I don't-" You stammer, eyes rolling at how silly you sound while another wave of tears streams down your cheeks, "It's just- my boyfriend, I saw him kissing someone else. Really, it's dumb, it's nothing."

Aaron doesn't respond, not right away, but you know he's heard you. You know by the momentary tightening of his grip on your shoulder, the way that his fingers dig into your skin like he's trying to make a fist but you're getting in the way. Then he eases up, touches all soft and gentle.

"I'm sorry, honey." He coos, stepping against your chest to wrap you in a hug. He rubs your back, up and down, up and down, up and down, until you're sniffling and sobbing into his chest. He keeps his arms around you, strong and firm, his cheek flush with the crown of your head as partygoers stream out of the house around you.

He's the epitome of comfort, all sweet, low reassurances and grounding touches. He murmurs only loud enough for you to hear as you curl your fingers into his shirt, 'He didn't deserve you, honey.' and, 'You're better off without him.'

"I just didn't see it coming," You admit lamely, your voice muffled against his chest. He doesn't ease up on the hug, and you're grateful for that. The last thing you'd want to do is make him uncomfortable, but he seems to realize you need comfort right now.

"Jack... always had his thoughts about him." Aaron admits, "But I think he kept them to himself, he didn't want to ruin things for you."

"I could tell," You sigh, nestled snugly into Aaron's chest, "I... I thought they just needed time to get used to each other, you know? Like, get to know each other. But I guess not, I guess Jack was right."

"Don't tell him that," Aaron teases, "It'll go straight to his head."

You laugh, albeit weakly, against Aaron's chest, and he takes it as a win.

"Okay," He hums, giving one last broad sweep of his hand over your back, "Let's get you into the car. It's late, you should get home and get to sleep."

"Thank you for taking me home," You sniffle letting him lead you with an arm around your shoulders to one of the SUVs, "Are you sure it's okay to just take one? Weren't there other people riding with you?"

"They'll figure it out." Aaron assures you, knowing Derek will have to bite the bullet and sit in the middle seat of the back row, something he always takes an extra SUV to avoid doing, "It's okay."

Aaron helps you into the passenger's seat, even tugging at your seatbelt when you struggle to wrestle it over his jacket.

"Here," He reaches for the strap, easing it up and over a fold of the jacket that it was stuck in, "Let me."

He clicks it into place for you, and you smile tearily up at him.

He leaves you with a pat to your knee, then shuts the door.

You hear him call something to, presumably, another agent, trying not to think too hard about whatever team member of his you're depriving of a seat. Aaron doesn't let you think much about it, though, because as soon as you're pulling away from the curb, tears no longer pouring down your cheeks, the interrogation starts.

"What were you doing at a party, anyways?" Aaron glances over at you, a frown creasing his brows, "You're not the drinking type."

"I didn't go to get drunk," You shrug, "I went 'cause my boyfriend invited me."

"He invited you," Aaron repeats, "And then... wow."

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry," Aaron looks at you, stopped at a signal just outside of the neighborhood, "Really. That's awful. You deserve so much better than that."

"Thank you, Mr. Hotchner," You sniffle, "I really appreciate how kind you're being. The ride, and- and the jacket, and-"

"It's no problem," He assures you, looking you in the eyes through the mirror, "That's what you deserve, sweetheart. You don't need to thank me for it."

You have the ironic urge to thank him again.

"And you can call me Aaron." He reminds you, smiling knowingly at your reflection, "You know that."

He's made a point to tell you time and time again that you're allowed to call him by his first name. During impromptu, mid-study-session dinners, at pick-ups in the college parking lot, but you've never felt acquainted with him before, not like this. Wearing his jacket while he drives you home after a ten minute hug seems a lot better of a reason to use his first name than seeing him in passing while you're laughing with Jack.

"Aaron," You mumble, and he chuckles warmly.

You don't have much time to enjoy the sound, even if it flips your stomach into cartwheels. You wish you could savor it, but you watch Aaron take a wrong turn to your house, and a frown tugs your brows down.

"Uh, I live that way," You point behind you, "It's okay, you can just turn up there, I think."

"We're stopping somewhere first," He explains, car bouncing as he pulls into the parking lot of a convenience store, "Come with me?"

You nod, wordlessly, climbing out of the car. He's already around to your side when you step out, looking only a little upset that he hadn't gotten to open the door for you. He shuts it, though, and catches his jacket when it slips from around your shoulders.

"Oh-! Here," He holds the material open, urging you to fit your arms through the slots, "Put it on, honey."

You blame his honey-sweet tone of voice for how clumsy you are in slipping into the jacket. It's unfair, really, how he's treating you like a precious thing, wrapping you in his jacket and driving you home. Then he zips it for you, all the way up to your chin, and you think you're in love.

The cool night air feels even more now like a fresh start. Thoughts of your awful ex-boyfriend have been looming over you the entire time, but they ebb away with each caring gesture Aaron shows you. It takes every ounce of self control in your body not to tackle him into a kiss when he takes your hand, leading you into the convenience store.

He beelines for the frozen section, grabbing a handheld basket on the way. He stops you right in front of the ice creams, only dropping your hand to gesture at the display case.

"Go ahead," He urges you, "Pick some. That's proper breakup ritual, I hear."

"Aaron, no-!"

"It's a rite of passage," He cuts you off, something stern in his eyes even if they're primarily kind, "Just- here. You like cookies and cream, right?" He eyes a container of the flavor behind the glass, and you nod tentatively, wondering how he'd remembered. You'd only eaten it once at his house, and he'd only known because he'd caught you washing your bowl out, and insisted on doing it himself because you were a guest.

He pushes the basket into your hands, and you watch begrudgingly as he takes two quarts of ice cream from the shelf. You protest weakly as he ushers you to the counter, but he shushes you gently, stepping in front of you to pay.

"Aaron," You mumble, cheeks hot and voice whiny as he waits for the cashier to ring him up. You knock your face against his back, burying it there for safekeeping, and he reaches back to pat your side.

The total isn't egregious, but it's more than you're happy with him spending on you. Of course, you don't have cash, so you're unable to pay him back, either. You'll have to slip Jack money the next time you see him, but you have a sneaking suspicion he'd use it at the school's vending machine instead.

"Thank you," You gush, voice still thick with embarrassment and cheeks still burning as Aaron leads you back to the SUV. He's slipped his hand back into yours, and he tucks the ice cream at your feet when you're settled into your seat.

"Again," He urges, resting his hand over your own where they lay in your lap, "Don't thank me. I'm only treating you like you deserve."

If he notices the monumental smile you try to bite back, he doesn't tease you about it.

He pulls into your driveway shortly after, with no further detours. You're renting a little ground-floor condo, and he walks you to your door with your ice cream in hand.

"Alright," He sighs, passing the bag over to you, "I think you have to watch a romance movie with this," He glances at the bag, "It's the law, I'm pretty sure."

"Oh, yeah?" You grin, the expression brighter than it would have been a half-hour ago, "What if I don't? Are the police gonna show up?"

"I will," He threatens, a warm smile on his face, "And I'm a bit of an ice cream fiend, so don't tempt me."

"Well there's two quarts..." You raise your brows, a silent invitation.

"I don't want to intrude," He starts, but you cut him off before he can even try.

"Mr.- Aaron," You hesitate, voice coming out meager where you want it confident, "I really don't want to be alone right now."

You almost expect him to leave. Sure, he'd been sweet to you tonight. But you're nervous that his sympathy was temporary, and that it's waning. So you stare at his shirt instead of his eyes, and you miss the way his gaze softens.

"Okay." He nods, one foot stepping forwards towards the threshold of your condo, "Okay honey. I'll stay."

Your condo isn't much. You're a college student, not a CEO, and your shoddy furniture tells that story. Aaron doesn't seem to mind, though, setting the bag on the counter and rummaging for spoons.

"You sure you want to share?" He eyes you where you've sat yourself on the couch, quarts and spoons in hand as he joins you.

"I'm sure," You nod, reaching for the tv remote, "I think I'd get sick if I ate two cartons."

A romance movie isn't hard to find, but you feel yourself developing a pounding headache from the exhaustion of crying. The ice cream is sweet on your tongue, cookies crunching between your teeth and staining them dark. You munch through the first half of the movie, digging into the carton with a greedy spoon each time. You don't even breach the halfway point before you have to stop, eyes closing and head pounding.

Aaron's similarly engaged with his ice cream, spoon upside-down in his mouth as he sucks it clean. You try not to stare at his mouth, but you're bashful as you place the lid back on your ice cream tub.

"I'm gonna beat you," Aaron boasts, digging his spoon back in for more ice cream, "Quitter."

"Go ahead," You sigh, head lolling back against the cushions. Your voice is colored with defeat, sad and dull. Aaron suspects it's not just about your unspoken ice cream eating contest.

"C'mere," He sighs, jamming his spoon into his ice cream and wrapping his now free arm around your shoulders. He urges you against his shoulder, something that you'd wanted to do since the moment you'd sat down, but didn't have the guts to.

"I'm sorry, honey." He reminds you as you lay your head against his shoulder, his constant slew of sympathy warming your chest, "He's an idiot."

"I feel like the idiot," You admit, voice in a low grumble, "I should have known it was too good to be true."

He pauses, stiffens, shifts. He's turned to face you, now, nudging your head off of his shoulder so he can look you in the eye. He's frowning, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, like... I dunno." You sigh in defeat, "I wasn't exactly everyone's dream girl in high school. And when I started college and everyone seemed older and more mature, it was comforting, like a fresh start. And then he took an interest in me, and I felt like things were finally starting to work for me, like I was finally a girl that guys liked. And then... well, you know the story. It just feels like I should have known better."

All the while, through your confession, Aaron's face has twisted itself into the deepest frown you've ever seen on the man. It looks like it's embedded permanently into his features, like he's stuck there from now on. It's almost cartoonish, and you'd laugh if you weren't so sad.

"Don't say that." He orders, voice stern.

"What?"

"Don't say that." He repeats, "This is not your fault. You were not supposed to see it coming, nor does it mean that people don't like you. College boys are..." He deliberates carefully on his word choice, seeing as he has one himself, "Impulsive. And impulsivity can sometimes be channeled into some pretty stupid shit. Like cheating on your girlfriend. Okay? It's not your fault that college boys are stupid."

"But-" You start with a choked voice, and his disapproving glare intensifies, "He wouldn't have cheated on me if I wasn't doing something wrong, would he? Or- or maybe I just am wrong, maybe I'm just not the type of person that's good enough to make someone stay."

"That is," He rushes to reply, reaching up to thumb a tear away from the apple of your cheek, "The dumbest thing I've ever heard." His hand rests there now, flush to your face, and there's a cold stripe down the middle where he'd been holding his spoon. His fingers are chilly too, but they warm against your skin.

"You are not wrong, there is nothing about you that makes you 'not good enough'. I can think of a thousand things that make you wonderful, but not one dealbreaker. Listen to me, please." He's leaning in, getting closer and closer with every word that tumbles from his lips, "There are people who fall in love with serial killers. No one is unlovable, certainly not you."

"But- but those people fall in love with serial killers because they're serial killers. That's- that's a thing about them, that's a lifestyle that people glorify. No one glorifies mediocrity, Aaron," Your heart sinks, "And that's what I am. I'm mediocre, maybe I'm good enough to take home for a night but I'm not good enough to live with."

In all of your frantic blubbering, you'd avoided eye contact with Aaron. Snapping back to focus, though, you see that it's impossible now, that he's close enough that your noses are brushing, and his breath is fanning over your mouth. Your own breath hitches in your throat, and your heart pounds.

His eyes, once stern and disapproving, are soft around the edges. They're chocolatey, and they speak to his sweet soul that's compelling him to stroke his thumb over the pudge of your cheek. You think for all the world that he's going to kiss you, you almost beg for it, but at the last minute, he tilts his head down, not forwards.

His forehead presses to your own, and his eyes shut.

"You are," He murmurs, holding you close, keeping your face flush to his, "The perfect girl. You're sweet, you're kind, you're funny, you're caring, you're so pretty, you're hardworking, you're resilient, you are... I could name a thousand other things. And, one day," His eyes flutter open, staring into your own as best he can at such a close proximity, "The right person will tell you that."

Aaron is the right person. He has to be, you can't imagine anyone else in the world being as kind or sweet with you as he is. And after all, that's what he says you deserve, right? The way his hand fits around your face seems like a piece of your puzzle you'd never known was missing until it snapped into place, and if you could steal his voice sea-witch style just to hear it all day long, you would.

It's a staring contest, and you blink first.

"I'm glad you told me," You admit, voice thick with emotion. You're not sure whether he picks up on the fact that you're designating him as the right person or not, but you choose not to think about it as he pulls you impossibly closer.

"Don't thank me," He reminds you, "it's what you deserve. Are you tired?"

"Yeah." You admit, slumping your forehead against him even as he tries moving away. It means that your skin slips against his lips, and he presses them into a pucker against your head. You'll savor the feeling forever.

"Go to sleep," He urges you, hand still on your cheek to guide it back to his shoulder. You curl into him much easier now, feeling lovey enough even to wrap your arms around one of his own. The movie plays forgotten on the tv, and your eyes shut to the vision of Aaron's lap, ice cream abandoned between his thighs. It's a nice image, but one you can't think too hard about while sleepy.

His hand comes up from where it had been draped over the cushions behind you to rub your back. He applies soft, gentle pressure, stroking up and down over the fabric of your- his jacket, one that you hope he doesn't take off of you before he leaves. It's grounding, and it only makes you burrow into him more.

The way you know he's the right person for sure is by fighting sleep. You want to conserve your time with Aaron, and you don't want to forget the feeling of his tender touches. You're in that floaty space between sleep and consciousness, somewhere with bodliy sensation but little cognitive ability. Your brain is pleasantly cloudy, and Aaron's hand on your back never stops.

When your breathing evens out, Aaron thinks you're asleep. You feel him shift ever-so-slightly, and you're worried he'll leave you. But he doesn't, he gets even closer, and you feel his lips land on the crown of your head.

"Perfect," He murmurs into your scalp, vibrations thrumming through your skull and wriggling their way into your brain, cementing the thought there, "G'night, sweetheart."

You drift to sleep knowing, without a doubt, that Aaron is the right person for you.

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[fangirlfrom-hell]

Jay and Will Halstead x Halstead sister

Request: Hey! Could u do some sort of imagine of when halstead sister (becca or not:) sees pat halstead die. Obviously they’re relationship was a lil Distnat but he had a soft spot for her..blah blah blah. Basically just like Jay having to literally force her out of the room while she’s sobbing and screaming etc. lots of fluff and whatever!

*re-posting this because I'm stupid and accidentaly delated my blog 🫠

There was a siren, and soon the sound of two car engines parking in the garden indicated that her brothers had arrived.

-"He's in the living room, he can't stand up!" Becca whined going outside of the house, approaching to Jay and Will.

-"Ok, what happened?" She was so stressed she didn't even know who asked. She was now following her brothers inside of the house. Everything was happening so fast.

-"He--uh--he had a pain in the chest and fall down the stairs".

-"I told you not to call anyone!" Pat's angry accusation was heard from inside the house.

-"I know dad, but--He didn't want me to call 911, but he looked so bad that at the end I did anyway. But he yelled to the paramedics, made them go".

-"I'm fine!" Their father insisted with annoyance when his two sons and daughter got to the living room, where he was laying on the couch. Immediatly, Will ran towards the man to check on him. It was obvious that he was having trouble breathing and he was sweating a lot.

-"No, you're not!" Becca raised her voice: "They said he should be taken to the hospital as soon as possib--".

But her father raged before she could finish: "That's enough! Shut up now, Becca".

In a sudden movement, Jay positioned himself protectively in front of Becca and pointed at Pat with his finger, his voice stern: "Hey, you shut up! She's your daughter and she's just trying to help you".

-"Jay!" Will scolded him, it was not the moment.

Scared and crying, she lowered her voice: "He--he refused to be attended and made them go away".

-"Yes! I refused to go and you shouldn't have call your brothers!" He coughed and his doctor son made a sign to calm him down.

-"I didn't know what to do!" Becca cried out to her siblings, mostly explaining herself to Jay.

-"You did good in calling us, Becc". Will reassured her. -"And you are comming to The Med with me". He turned to threaten his father.

Will and Jay carried Pat to one of the poorly parked cars outside the house. "I'll take him. I can turn on the siren and get there faster", Jay ordered. Both brothers placed their father inside the truck, all the while he cursed his kids for what they were doing.

-"Hey! Take care of her". The detective nodded towards his sister, who was freezed in the framedoor of the house entrance.

-"Becca, come on! We gotta go!" Will called her at the same time that the siren sounded, and the truck sped away.

The road to The Med was silent. Will was frowning in concern while driving, thinking on what to say to make Becca feel better. There were tears welling up in her eyes, though she never let them truly escape; she wiped them away with the sleeve of her sweater, trying to keep her brother from noticing. He understood how she was feeling. Dealing with Pat was hard and emotionally draining, especially for Becca, who was just a teenager and had to face his insults and neglect all on her own. No words were necessary; he simply reached over to give her hand a reassuring squeeze before refocusing on the road.

By the time they arrived to The Med, Pat had already been admitted and Jay was standing up in the waiting room. Will wasted no time and immediately entered the ED to inquire about his father's condition. Jay and Becca just stared at each other and he gave her a sad smirk before hugging her. "You were so brave back there", he said.

-"Will hasn't sent you any text yet? It's taking too long" Becca faltered after an hour.

-"He'll be out as soon as he has news". He wished to reassure her that everything would be fine, but his certainty wavered.

Those were the only words they exchanged while waiting. A few minutes later, the head nurse arrived and ushered Jay to his older brother's side. Maggie, with a warm smile, ensured that Becca wasn't left alone and sat down beside her.

-"All I can tell you is that he's in stable condition. Delicated, but alive". Maggie grumbled noticing the teen's anxiety growing.

-"Good". She answered curtly. -"Or whatever". She tried to appear indifferent, but she couldn't completely hide her concern. Pat had been neglectful and offensive to her throughout all those years of upbringing, but he was still her father, the only parent she had left.

Maggie was about to say something when a beep on her phone interrupted her. She clicked her teeth as she read the text. "Come on, I'll take you to your brothers, sweetie".

The Halstead brothers were inside a tiny, empty room, both pale with expressions that were hard to read, but it was obviously nothing good. Jay frowned and pressed his lips together as soon as he saw his little sister coming in; there was this pinkness under his eyes noticeable whenever his eyes were watery. Will sighed and invited her to sit, but she refused.

--"Alright, I'll get straight to the point," the redhead exhaled. - "Dad had a heart attack..."

-"That's what I suspected," the girl interrupted, emotionless.

-"Becc...his heart stopped; he was gone, but Dr. Archer brought him back. This is worse than the last time. Much worse."

-"Oh. Ok, but he is alive". That came out sounding as a question.

-"He's stable for now, yes." He gazed deep into her eyes, and it felt as though he had pierced her soul.

-"What does that mean, Will? Is he going to be okay?" She shuddered.

Silence.

-"Will..."

-"It's uncertain, Becca." Jay joined the conversation to help. "Doctors are still working on him, conducting tests. We still don't know how serious this is. Anything could happen..."

She finally sat down, sniffing.

-"I know this is hard, but there's nothing we can do, but wait and pray". The doctor concluded.

Neither of the siblings moved from their spots; it was as if they had become frozen in place, as if time itself had stopped. Will's phone disrupted the solemn atmosphere: "He's awake".

Jay walked alongside Becca, following Will to the section of the ED where their father had been admitted. Pat lay on the hospital bed with oxygen to assist his breathing, surrounded by numerous cables and machines. He raised his hand when he spotted his sons and daughter entering, but Will hurried to signal him not to make any effort. Becca stopped abruptly, and Jay had to give her a gentle nudge to encourage her to enter. He squeezed her shoulder to let her know he was right there with her.

She felt confused, her emotions all jumbled together. Was she feeling this way because, not so deep down, she was worried and scared for her father? Or was she afraid of how he would react after being brought to the hospital on her account?

-"You wouldn't believe me, but I'm glad you three are here," Pat interrupted Becca's thoughts.

-"You shouldn't be talking--" Will rushed to his side.

-"I don't think it matters at this point, son," their father struggled to reply. Will shivered upon hearing how he was addressed.

-"I know I--I've been an idiot," he groaned in an attempt to sit up but failed.

-"Dad, don't--"

-"Will, please... just let me--" He sighed. "I've been an idiot. And I need to apologize to you before--."

At that moment, Becca started to cry uncontrollably, and Pat noticed her precense as if no one else was in the room: "...specially you". He conffessed looking at her right straight to the eyes. She had never heard such sweet tone on his voice before. After a few seconds of contemplating her, he smiled with teary eyes.

-"Come here, Becca."

The girl turned her head back to look at Jay, as asking for his permission and he nodded encouragingly. She slowly walked to the bedside but didn't dare to approach too closely.

"Look at you, my beautiful baby girl", he sighed. -"You resemble your mother so much. Oh, she will never forgive me. I think I will never forgive myself. But I hope you do... for your own sake". He struggled to catch his breath with each word he pronounced. "I know I've got no excuse. I was so hurt when your mom died, I couldn't even take care of myself, and you were so little and reminded me so much of her that I couldn't---I couldn't even look at you. It was too late when I tried to compensate for it with you, I couldn't even try". Pat confessed, his voice filled with sadness. "I regret it so much, to have seen you grow and become who you are from the distance, uninvolved. I wanted to be for you, but I didn't know how to go back to you...".

Will got distracted with one of the machines and focused on reading the signs from it.

-"I'm sorry, Becca. I am so sorry, sweetheart. For everything. I'm proud of you, know that. And even if you don't believe my words: I love you".

Becca was weeping as she got closer to take his hand.

-"Alright". The doctor said with a lump in his throat. "Enough emotions for today. Dad, you really need to rest now".

But he didn't listen: "Keep taking care of her, Jay. Promise me that".

-"Always". The detective answered simply, taking a step forward, his arms crosses.

-"I'm proud of you both too. Despite me, you've grown into fine men."He turned to his sons: "My boys". A violent coughing fit overcame him and all the machines started to make a sound, indicating that something was wrong. After a hard pain in his chest, Pat loose consciousness. Everything happened so fast.

-"Dad!" Becca yelled, still by his side.

-"What's going on, Will?" His brother jumped.

-"You have to clear the room!" He gently tugged at Becca, trying to pull her away from the bed, but she hesitated. Jay hurriedly joined her side, attempting to separate her from the scene. Suddenly, they found themselves encircled by a team of nurses, led by Dr. Archer, who were speaking rapidly in a whirlwind of medical terminology that Becca and Jay couldn't quite comprehend.

Jay persistently pulled his sister, but it seemed futile; she clung to the bed, sobbing and screaming for her dad, refusing to leave his side. Her distress was palpable, and Jay's efforts to move her proved challenging in the face of her deep emotional turmoil.

-"Jay, take her out of here!" Will pressured.

Jay knew he had to take drastic action to get her out. With tears in his own eyes, he firmly hugged her from the back and started pulling her harder, as he would do with any other victim at work. Her resistance made the process challenging, the girl's sobs and screams reverberated in the room. Come on, come on, Becc, he kept repeating.

The vitals monitor indicated that the patience heart had stopped, the sound it made as an announcement was like a dagger in the Halstead siblings. Doctors kept working, trying to resucitate him, and Becca gave up fighting her brother.

-"No!" She screamed long. If it wasn't for Jay, she would had fall to the floor. "I love you too, dad. I love you". She cried out.

Jay lifted Becca firmly into his arms and managed to pull her out. She clung to him, her cries muffled against his shoulder. Her grip was tight, and her protests were heart-wrenching, but Jay remained unwavering. She couldn't even hold herself up, so they both sank to the floor and settled in the hallway, where he cradled her even closer. She buried her red and tear-streaked face in his shoulder. He began to sway gently back and forth, as if he were soothing a baby.

-"It's all right, it's all right. Take it out" his voice was both comforting and broken. -"I'm here by your side, I'm not going anywhere," he whispered softly as she kept bawling.

-"I should have called you earlier," Becca blubbered, her voice filled with guilt. "Or somehow made him go in the ambulance."

Jay gently separated her from him, noticing the wet patch she had left on his t-shirt. He cupped her face in his hands, forcing her to meet his gaze: "Hey, this is not on you. Don't you even think about it."

Defeated, Will emerged from the trauma room and spotted his siblings in the heart-wrenching position they were in. Jay glanced at him with questioning eyes, and the doctor simply shook his head in response, conveying the grim news without words.

Jay kissed Becca's hair and took his head back to close his eyes finding his own solace. Quietly, Will sat down beside his brother and sister, sharing the grief.

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siren

genre for entire series; dating show au, angst, smut, fluff, a touch of humor

genre; a touch of humor

warnings; mc will mention having had plastic surgery, future smut, insecurity, may be triggering for anyone who was ugly in high school or experienced being the "ugly one" in their friend group (I'm writing this to heal my own trauma, and bc I love single's inferno)

preface; this is going to be a very relaxed series with short parts and minimal to no editing. please don't pressure me about new parts for older fics (especially ones I didn't really intend to have a part two anyway) i've just decided that I'll get to them when I do.

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Going last is the best case scenario here. It gives you more time to think.

“Hiii! My name is Ning Yizhuo!” The woman with large round eyes waves both hands excitedly at the camera. You can’t tell if it’s the bright, large screen singing your eyes or her bright aura. She’s a cute type, and you’re pretty sure you’re already fucked. 

“I’m twenty-one years old and I’m a college student! I’m in college, hoping to get my BArch degree soon!” She laughs in an attempt to undercut the genuine fatigue that slipped through. Cute and smart? Shit.

The woman who walks in front of the camera next is the utter opposite of Yizhuo in every way possible. From her blonde hair, her tan skin, to her sultry gaze. 

“I’m Jeon Somi. I uh… I’m twenty-two. And um! I’m a model. I mostly shoot music videos, hip hop is my main genre so some people call me a video vixen.” This time the laugh isn’t to undercut anything, it’s to drive home her tone insinuating how silly that label is. 

“But I do photoshoots sometimes. Mostly editorial and experimental shit. Not your average insta model.” She smirks, cementing her confidence. Confident and Sexy. Not for everyone, it’ll be fine.

“Hi, I’m Roseanne Park.” The Australian accent makes your ear perk up. “I graduated from a performing arts college with a bachelors in music. So now I mainly write and produce for other artists but hopefully I’ll release my own music some day.” She smiles slightly, pursing her lips. “Oh! And I’m twenty-six.” 

She’s eloquent but not too flashy with how she speaks. She screams normal but not in a bad way. In a “girl next door” type of way. Fuck.

What did you expect? That they’d cast mediocre women? In a reality show meant for dating? When has that ever happened?

You exhale sharply, wiping your sweaty palms on your pants. Just get through one more and then do your own. Don’t overthink it. You hear the sound of heels clacking but give yourself another moment to collect yourself as you close your eyes.

Once you open them, you’re faced with that of an angel. Except not an angel, not a doll either because she’s natural. She’s believable. And dammit she’s effortless. Her features fit together perfectly, nothing hogging the spotlight. She turns to the side briefly and you catch a glimpse of her nose. As if she needed anything else, she has a perfect nose too. She’s elegant with a hint of innocence. She’s cute but with a tempting edge. There’s something about her eyes that tell a deeper story that any man lost in them can craft to their liking, pull them in deeper.

“Hi. I’m Jung Chaeyeon. I’m twenty-six and I’m a freelance model and actress.” She gives a captivating smile and walks off camera. Fuck.

Shit.

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Revenge on the Ranch//G.Tillman

Index

This is gonna be a multi-part series. It's gonna follow the story of Rumor Abbott as she progresses further into her career as an agent for the FBI and what she plans on when coming across blackmail. She is a long-time girlfriend of Gator Tillman and would do about anything to protect their love.

This story may have some dark themes, but I promise to detail all of the warnings. As mentioned previously, I am creating my own plotline but incorporating some themes from Fargo and Outer Range. I hope you guys enjoy it!

Warnings for this part: Language (few cuss words), Mentions of R*y Tillman.

Two weeks earlier

“What do you mean, they canceled the competition?” 

“Im telling you, they didn’t have enough cmpetitiors so now I’m done a month early.” Rhett was my older brother. He rode bulls professionally, and during the off season helped ur father and eldest brother Robert at the ranch. 

Rhett and I were closer in age making us closer in our relationship. He was the one to ship me away from the butt fucks of nowhere. Said my talent was a waste in the city we grew up in. Because of him I got into Quantico and began to pursue my dream.

“Well shit, what are you gonna do now?”

“Mom found out and entered my name into the homecoming competition. Said it’s an easy win. So guess I'm going back.”

Mom always did sneaky things to get us back home. Said shes done with Dad and Robert antics. This was a classic move by Reese herself. 

“Hows training going? You almost done?”

“I got a few months to go but its going good. I got to work this team this past week. Was able to locate and gather more intel for them.”

“Thats what I like to hear.”

I hummed to his response. I was sitting on the balcony of my apartment. The city was loud, in many ways than once. People yelling, sirens from every cancer with my head constantly going round in circles with thoughts.

“So you able to come up with me?”

“There it is.”

“Look you know Mom signed me up for a reason, she knows us.”

Mom did know us. I haven’t seen Rhett since last Christmas or have been able to get away to see him ride.

“I don’t know Rhett.”

“Come one, please. Do this for your favorite brother”

I laugh at his opinion.

“You think youre my favorite?”

“I definitely am.”

“That's presumptuous.”

“Well then, don’t go up for me–go up to see lover boy.”

I went silent thinking about that. Gator and I haven't seen each other since New Year. My schedule is the opposite of his. We talk every day still; we just haven't seen each other.

“What day are you gonna go up?”

“Probably Thursday. Friday is the competition.”

“Thursday, I have work till noon. But if you can't pick me up, no worries, I’ll drive up.”

“Sounds good. I'll see you later, Rue.”

“Bye, Rhett.” I hung up the phone. Immediately looking down at my lock screen. A picture of Gator and I last summer. I needed to go home, even for just a few days.

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I finished work around 1250. Today, I was on the desk for a gruesome case. I was able to find some information, but they weren’t able to raid till it was signed off by a judge. 

I began my walk from the office to my apartment. 

On the way there, I wanted to grab a pick-me-up drink, stopping by my local coffee shop.

I walked in, and there were two people in front of me. I took this time to text Gator,

How’s it going?

I send and within seconds I see the three dots.

Dad scheduled me to be out on the field. It’s like he know’s

You're gonna be back soon.

I’m counting down the hours 

I smiled at the last text. I look up and notice it was my turn to order.

“Hey Rumor, your usual?” I nodded and smiled. I began to pay when I heard the barista talk to me again. “You know, Rumor, there's a band playing at the Klatch this weekend; I have an in and was wondering if you’d be willing to go with me.”

The barista’s name was Vincent. He’s been working here since I moved. He went to college but dropped out, exclaiming he wasn’t gonna spend his life working away. 

“Sorry Vince, I’m actually planning on going back home this weekend.”

“Yeah, to see that fake boyfriend of yours.”

I just pressed my lips into a thin line. Despite Vincent knowing about Gator, he has always given me shit about him. Saying it would just be better if I said I wasn’t interested in him rather than creating a fake boyfriend.

Rather than responding, I just grabbed my drink, gave a small smile, and walked out.

Yeah, it's definitely time to go back home.

And like an angel from heaven as I turn the corner to reach my apartment. There he was sticking out like a sore thumb. Dressed like a cowboy. Hat, boots, and one of his sponsors jacket on.

“Rhett!” I scream overwhelmed with emotions.

He was standing in front of my building. I run towards him, he engulfs me in a hug.

“Holy shit Rue. I have never seen you run that fast.”

“What, I can't miss my favorite brother?” I say.

“That is exactly what I like to hear.”

I laugh.

“Okay, let me shower, pack my bags, and then we can hit the road.”

Rhett nodded.

“Thank god I have time for a nap.”

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Arriving at home was bittersweet. The ranch looks the same. But those who occupy it look older. Dad has a few more gray scattering his beard and Momma is aging like fine wine. Both of them cried when we got out of the car.

If it was up to them they would have us at the ranch year long, but they are the type of parents who don’t hold their kids back from their dreams. And for that, I am thankful.

“Honey, you haven't been eating,” Momma exclaimed. I roll my eyes at her.

“Mom I eat just fine.”

“Rob, go get your sister’s stuff! Rhett needs to rest up.”

“You owe me so many drinks tomorrow.” Robort says hugging me once more.

I laugh at thow we have resumed the hustle and bustle of the house like it once was all those years ago. 

Rylee was now walking and had long hair pulled into braids. I got up to swoop her, having her grow into a fit of giggles.

“Aunty Ru-Ru!” She says while giggling. 

I see Jane and rush to give her a hug. Jane was always the older sister I never had. 

“Hell Rumor look at you!” She said taking me in. “Crime stopping does wonder for you.” I laugh at her comment. Jane and Robert were high school sweethearts. Jane was always around, she got me ready for my first date and did my makeup for all the special occasions. I set Rylee down and pulled Jane into another hug “Miss you sis.” I said.

“Don’t go soft on us killer.”

I look down to see her belly growing.

“Son of a bitch.” I say under my breath.

“Hey don't talk like that about your nephew.”

“Rumor, come eat!” Jane laughed hearing Momma call me. I walked over and sat down. Content with the peacefulness around me.

After dinner and the catching up conversations with the family, Momma sent us all to bed because of the competition tomorrow. Exclaiming we all needed to be on our best behavior, as it was the first time since graduation we would all be together. I laid in bed and reached that call button. I heard it ring a few times before I heard him.

“How is my girl doing back?”

“Momma made me eat two servings of food and made us all go to bed. So currently a little happy."

“Sounds like Reese.”

“Where you at?”

“An hour or so up north. Roy sent me up due to a call about some missing cattle. I’m just sitting here till six and then heading back.”

“He hates me.”

“That I can not dispute. He is even making sure that I go to the station before the competition tomorrow to ensure my papers are up to date.”

“I hate him”

I heard Gator snicker.

“You’ll see me before your brother is up to ride, I promise.”

“I miss you.”

“I’m pretty sure I miss you more.”

I took a deep breath, and Gator did the same.

“Not to be a pest but why didn’t you text me back earlier?”

“Some asshole I was dealing with tampered my mood.

Then Rhett was already at my apartment.”

I heard him hum.

“Anyone I need to deal with?”

“Not yet. But you can deal with your father for me.”

He laughs.

“Call me if you can't sleep. Ill be up, but get some rest.”

“I will. See you tomorrow.” 

“See you tomorrow, love you.”

“Love you.”

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𝑪𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒔 𝑺𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝑭𝒊𝒄 (𝑨𝑼)

*For clarification, Y/N was in the car at the time of the Curtis parents death. She survived though, with only a few injuries*

TW: Mentions of blood, car accident, death, small panic attack

1st Person Y/N POV:

Everything is coming back. The car is on the train tracks. I see my mother. I see her platinum blonde hair infested with a crimson liquid.

Blood.

The same hair my mother had just brushed out of her face was now different. Five minutes changed everything. My father is slumped over the steering wheel. The same steering wheel where he taught Darry how to drive is where my dad's lifeless body lay.

I feel my head pound so hard as if someone was knocking on a steel door. My left side aches in an unexplainable yet excruciating way. I taste a metallic sensation in my mouth. It reminds me of when I was little and lost my first tooth after Soda bonked my head into a wall. I hear the sound of a police siren wailing. Wait, it's getting closer.

I desperately try to sit up to help my parents but my body overpowers itself. I realize my right thigh has a huge gash letting out an immense amount of blood. My mouth cannot help but wince in pain. A single tear comes sliding down my cheek followed by many more. My own tear lands on my thigh and I yell out in agony. My body begins to shake in fear.

The sirens, they're coming closer. The repetitive wailing plays in my head like the nursery rhyme my mother used to sing to me. I suddenly see red and blue flashing lights. "Help" is all I can mutter. The emergency service lights begin to fade away. What are they doing?

"Y/N....Y/N....wake up you're having a nightmare." A voice says to me as they gently shake my shoulders.

I sit up in a panic, a cold sweat overfills my body to an uncomfortable degree. I glance my surroundings. It's my bedroom. Another tear falls from my cheek as I raise my hand to wipe it away. I look at over at my bedside. There kneels Darry with a remarkably soft demeanor.

"Hey, you were calling for help in your sleep again kid. You haven't done that in a while. Did something happen?" My brother asks protectively as he cracks his neck.

"No...it's just been bad recently... I can't stop getting back in that car, I'm sorry that you had to get out of bed Dar." I say softly as Darry wipes another tear that slips off of my cheek.

"Hey, none of that sorry shit Y/N. I'm your older brother, it's mine and Soda's job to protect you. Well, technically Pony too but I know you don't like to bring up that fact." Darry says with a small chuckle.

I follow his laugh with my own, as I glance at my nightstand and notice my clock reads 4:27 am.

"Dar, don't you have work tomorrow?" I ask inquiringly.

"Yeah kiddo, I do. But I was thinking about calling off. I haven't called off in God knows when and I need a break." He says letting out a sigh. He runs a hand through his short chestnut hair and sighs once more.

We sit in a comfortable silence for a while until he finally speaks up, "What about you sleep in my bed tonight, just like we did when we were kids? It might make you feel better." He says to me in a comforting tone.

"Yeah, that would be nice." I say in reply as a happy grin paints my face.

We both get up and walk to his bedroom that lays just down the hallway. In a matter of seconds, we

have arrived in his room. He allows me to settle into the bed first. The familiar aroma of cheap cologne and a sweaty teenage boy encapsulates my senses immediately as I hit the pillow.

Seconds after I lay down, the opposing side of the bed sinks down. Darry lazily throws a protective arm over my stomach. With his other hand, he gives me a gentle noogie on the head.

"Hey. I love you kid. You're my favorite sibling I've got. You're never annoying, well most of the time you're not." Darry says with a laugh.

I mirror his actions and begin to close my eyes. We lay like this for what seems like hours until the silence is broken like an egg in the morning hours.

"Y/N, you awake?" I respond by shaking my head lethargically. "What do you say we go to that new bowling alley that opened up with the gang tomorrow? I heard that the place is great." Darry asks me.

"Of course that sounds fun!" I say with as much energy as possible for 5 o'clock in the morning.

After just a few minutes, both of us are sound asleep - without nightmares in sight.

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Entry 005 - Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door Remake

<<Prev: Unicorn Overlord

Synopsis

The Only Plumber I know is made to visit Fantasy America to collect yet another set of mystical stars - and we gladly do it all over again.

How much did I know before playing?

I played the Original and I liked it very, very, very, very, very, very much. One of my favorite games ever.

Did I like it more than I expected?

It was everything I hoped for <3

If you say you like Turn-Based RPGs and own a Switch you owe it to yourself to play the Classic.

Since I liked it, here's what I hated about it

I would be hard pressed to find anything really.

I guess they could have added more things (the Luigi fight we all crave and the rest of the Paper Mario 1 cameos that were even hinted at in the game files of the original) - but I think what they added is good enough. They added Super Bosses, they added non-intrusive QoL - I don't need them to change the face of the game, I like the OG for a reason.

(and also a thought I had was - I don't know how many writers from the OG Games (both PM1 and TTYD) worked on the Remake and if there isn't much overlap I could see the Remake Devs feeling weird about putting those fanservicey kind of things in on their own)

Also the Thinking Music is punishing don't stop the banger while I'm over here being stupid navigating the UI q_q

What did this game make me think about?

Similar to what I said in my Entry on Unicorn Overlord, I kept thinking that this game - at least in this day and age - isn't even all that groundbreaking - it just does the thing you're supposed to do, the normal Turnbased RPG Overworld-to-Dungeon-to-Boss Loop really really well and it's kind of weird that people don't do it more often.

I guess Thematic Takes on RPG Staples aren't interesting enough for the Unique Selling Point Crowd anymore :/

Specific Impressions that will stick with me

the soundtrack

The Excess Express was the Progenitor of my love for Train Levels.

Specifically for this Remake - How having Vivian's Trans Moment* makes Mario's actions more heartwarming.

*look forward to hearing about this in the ramble section

Outstanding Audio

Very non-exhaustive List because Goddamn. This Soundtrack.

vs. Shadow Sirens

vs. Atomic Boo

Moon Battle

vs. Magnus Von Grapple 2.0

There is one single "bad" thing I have to say about the Soundtrack and it is... that I think Origami King's OST is still unbeaten as my favorite. The banger ratio of that game is simply unbeatable.

All the Partner Themes they're all so good and they're used like twice each

Edit: ___the bonetail theme, goodness___

Besides that they did exactly what I wanted them to do. The Paper Mario Sound Team is just amazing, they do not get enough credit. I'm so excited to see what's next - whatever it is the entire team decides and/or gets to do.

btw there's nothing quite as irritating to me than people complaining about remake soundtracks, even in the off chance that i agree with the sentiment its always voiced in the most condescending tone possible and it drives me up the walls. and sure, ppl can voice 'valuable criticisms' and disappointments or whatever, but i also can read them and be baffled why you thought you needed to share it sounding like you're the only person on earth who understood the original, especially when - like it is in this case - the remake sound team is the same as the original, they literally made the thing you like so much and you thank it by calling them names for daring to 'not get' one specific second in their own work as much as you do.

especially now that we don't really have technical sound quality to improve on there's always going to be changes you like more and less because any remaining difference is closer and closer to a lateral move and the only 'value' difference is subjective opinion. and regardless, the original keeps existing, you hear the new soundtrack in context for a playthrough at most, afterwards you can just listen to the og again.

Favorite Character

Toadette. My All Time Fave, she steals the show everywhere she goes <3

Also Mini-Yoshi, Vivian, the Rich Bob-Ombs, Kammy Koopa,...

Favorite Arc/Story Line

The Excess Express, I know it's relatively short but I just really love Train Levels

Also Glitz Pit, I guess I just like when the Dungeon is the RPG Chapter Location.

Favorite Set Piece

The Remake is so beautiful I could really put anything in here.

Honestly I love all of the Chapter 6 locations, the train in the different atmospheric lightings, the Sunset train stop, Poshley Heights,... (Bad Glimmerich in german, one of the reasons I will allow Fluffy)

Favorite Scene

The Excess Express being covered in the Smorgs (is that the name, they're called Fluffys in german which is kind of lame but I will allow it)

Best Performance

I'm leaving this in here because they didn't replace Charles Martinet for this one and they got me too often with random Luigi Dialogue sounds there's a really good one where they talk about luigi and when they show his picture he echo-ey goes 'wahoo!'

Also the new voice sounds they gave all the characters were too cute, some of them sounded really really nice.

German Localization Notes

I can happily confirm that Barbara is Trans in German too! I can't tell you with certainty how the situation was with the original but I'm pretty sure it was also removed there.

Honestly the German Localization for this Game is and was so good, you people have no idea. I don't know how similar the text between the two is (I haven't played the OG in years) but they kept all the names from the old Localization - which I was a little bit worried about since the german names are so wildly weird (in a good way) I could have seen them go back and 're-align' some of them.

The OG Localization didn't give that much of a damn about keeping in line with the source material when it comes to Character and Location Names, but also they got the Vibe so well they honestly did a better job at it in certain places.

For every weird thing like calling Petal Meadows Fire Valley (which makes more sense when coming from the japanese name but still mischaracterizes the 1-1 world of this game in a way that's honestly fascinating to think about) and boring names like Fluffy we have things like calling "The Great Gonzales" Bomba Luigi, a change I will defend with my life, that's such a funny name, it even makes that Bowser Scene with Rawk Hawk funnier when Bowser is perplexed who the fuck Bomba Luigi is supposed to be. (mini yoshi calls you bomba throughout the game and nobody remarks on you being called like your brother - not even luigi himself, which makes it funnier)

Also the Grandma Bubu (Puni) yells the phrase "Soll ich mir in der Kälte hier Gicht holen!?" (do you want me to get gout in this cold) at the Boy Bubu and that's just. I'm still laughing about it. I hope you have a similarly fun-to-shout sentence in its place.

Ugh, I love it. I know if I looked it up people would complain about how much they 'changed'.

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What about this game gives me Hope for the future of gaming?

I just want this game to be a sign to let future Paper Marios break the character design regulations again. (if you didn't know, these are an actual thing and are why post ttyd has either fully unique looking npc or entirely non-unique npcs, it's for brand integrity reasons so new characters aren't confused as 'official' and like all brand integrity stuff it sucks the fun out of everything)

I'm even one of the four people in favor of letting them do whatever they want with the gameplay if they don't want to do Standard Turn-based RPGs anymore - by which I mean to say I was fine with Sticker Star - but the texture that only PM and TTYD have, the Texture we all want and crave so much, comes squarely from the unique Toads and Goombas and Koopas and Bob-Ombs..., all the ones they're not allowed to do anymore because the Brand Integrity Manager says no.

(okay so to put this a little more thought out: specifically the unique npcs make the paper mario style less about 'haha paper pun' (which, as funny as they might be once in a blue moon, not a single person cares about) and more an abstracted story book-esque depiction of the mario universe. it makes the entire thing work better by just being 'real but less detailed' - which also makes the plot work better with fewer details - instead of... well, a paper(thin) joke.)

What about this game makes me scared for the future of gaming?

The Unique Selling Point will be the end of me.

Ever since Dexit (yes i'm specifically blaming that hot mess) awakened the worst type of Gamer to the fact that complaining about Problems caused by Capitalism means nobody can disagree with you, Nobody gets to have fun anymore. Not gamers, Not devs, Not anybody.

Everything has to have Value now, everything has to have a reason to exist, a unique take and always also a quantifyable improvement on what came before. If it isn't as good as 'it should be' it's an insult to the people paying money for this! You need to fix this, I paid for this! I know what's good and need to share my intellectual opinion on this minor detail that you clearly don't have any idea about! What in god's good earth are you smoking that you thought this was acceptable?

It comes with this "Customer can do no wrong" mindset (which is often enough wrong btw, you're very much responsible for your own goddamn actions) and it always belittles the thoughts and decisions of the developers who more than likely have to fight higher-ups for those to actually end up in the video games they produce.

Sticker Star really is a good example of that, aside from the Brand Integrity stuff that made us lose unique NPCs the other thing people endlessly complain about is that the Sticker System disencourages Battles which i'm pretty sure they just heard someone smart say once and that therefore the system sucks, who could ever have thought of pivoting to something that stupid???

Well, it's actually a really creative idea on a very foundational RPG problem: Turnbased RPG Battles and the Overworld are for the most part distinctly seperated from each other. For a standard TRPG what you do in the Overworld has fuck all to do with your battles. This is an attempt to make Overworld Exploration a meaningful part in the Battle Gameplay Loop. It has its downsides and it didn't work out perfectly, but I think it was an interesting idea to put to the test!

But I guess that's not allowed. The Devs simply were too stupid to realize you would just end up doing a lot of backtracking to get good Stickers. They just simply don't know what they're doing and we have to make that clear to them by lambasting the game whenever it comes up. (and also to prove to everybody that you have very smart opinions)

There's a thing I learned in school and you might have heard that too before: You shouldn't tell people negative feedback (first). And that might sound like "a nice thing" to do, you "shouldn't hurt anybody's feelings" after all, but here's the thing why I think we should do that: Most of the time People already know what they did wrong, but they don't know what they did right - what they can capitalize on.

Maybe keep that in mind the next time you share your "Valuable Criticism" underneath an official Instagram post (btw who in their right mind does that)

The Ramble Section where I get to actually talk about what I thought about

Let's talk about 'Nintendo adds Transphobia.' I know it's just a meme. Still don't like it :) I liked that they added the Transphobia! I just don't like the meme.

It's like bnuuy. I don't get the joke. It's not fun to pronounce. If the joke is that u and n are upside down, then you could also type pnuuh, that's the entire word upside down. Why are you all finding this so funny. I just don't get it. And just for the record, it's fine you find it funny. I hope you feel validated that I'm okay with your choice of meme. I just don't get it.

But with 'Nintendo adds Transphobia' there is this undertone of "What they did is good" (that's the happy reaction gif in the background) - but the thing they added, the Transphobia, is some amount of bad, or else it wouldn't be funny to be happy about it. We would prefer if you added the Trans Character without including Transphobia after all. But would we? Would that be "better" - whatever that would even mean?

And just to get it out of the way, yes, for a lot of people it's probably haha just a joke about how it sounds funny to be happy about adding transphobia - but then i still don't know what you people think you're doing when spreading a haphazard joke about 'nintendo does a transphobia' in a day and age where nobody checks any of the news they receive when nintendo is literally doing the thing they are supposed to be doing, like come on guys i do have the moral high ground here and i am firing shots

Fully aware that I'm taking this too seriously - If this is what's resting at the heart of some these jokes then I would guess this comes from the "It shouldn't be a huge/integral part of their character!"-BS that people (on both sides) have been peddling for years (because assholes really want that and well-intentioned people rightfully don't want to be fetishized) - but regardless of what you're using that sentiment for, clearly it's not that easy. Like, it should matter to the character or else it might as well be a JK JKRO "Dumbledore is Gay" Tweet and never be talked about again.

It's not like Beldam bullies Vivian just because she is Trans, Beldam bullies everybody, she almost bullies Doopliss more than her. It's just that 'her bullying feels meaner ever since she realized she was a sister, not a brother.' You know, exactly what they state in game and exactly like somebody would probably feel about it even if Beldam's Transphobia didn't play any part in the bullying at all, Feelings don't really care about Facts after all and it creates another dimension to Vivian, a tangible relationship between her and her bullying.

Sure, everything about her story would work without her 'being trans' - but a little change like that goes a long way to color all of her interactions. Even just the simple fact that Mario is nice to her hits a little different knowing that her sister treats her differently since she lives as a woman.

But that's all kind of besides the point because while they wrote a Trans Character facing a struggle that hopefully people will at least feel a little represented by - that's not the only thing they did. They put a Canonically, Directly Stated Trans Character right next to the best plumber you know. And that's kind of the thing that annoys me the most about "They Added Transphobia." Like guys. She's a main character. She's not some weird side quest character that appears one time, doesn't even have a name and says a weird line about it before disappearing forever like that one quest people bring up to say FF14 has Gay Representation. You Can Have a Fully Canonically Trans Woman on Screen for 50% of this Game, Right Next to The Mario Man, And He's Like "You Rock Girl. Love Wins." He doesn't even wince when she implies she has a crush on him.

This is a much bigger deal than some of you make it out to be! This is a serious occassion and you made the social blunder to show up wearing "They added Transphobia"!

And for the people that missed it: Origami King also had a Trans-affirming Birdo Moment where they used her for a Secret Drag Show at the Coffee House at the Rainbow Spring. The Paper Mario Writers know what they're doing with Mario's Image and even Nintendo's Brand Identity Manager can't stop them. You look foolish and don't know who you're talking to. These people made Mario canonically visit a gay bar hiding as a coffee shop. Fix your wig.

[bloomlily101]

Home

"John Evans, don't you want to go home?"

It was one of many unforgettable days on Europa. I had just finished another round of testing. For now, it seemed as though my mission wasn't going to end any time soon. Looking over at the pink mermaid who stared at me with saucer eyes, staying longer did not seem like a bad idea.

"When I came here, I knew it would be a long time before I returned so yes, I want to go home but at the same time..."

"At the same time?"

"I don't miss it."

"Really? Why?" Her question sounded like a high pitch squeak, almost like a dolphin's. It was adorable.

"Compared to Earth, this planet... this kingdom that you're ruling... is amazing. I prefer it here honestly."

I prefer being here next to you.

"I'm glad you like it here but... don't you have someone waiting for you on Earth? I never hear you speak about them."

It was a common discussion among space colonizers to talk about their family, to show pictures of their newborn, their kid graduating or maybe to show off how attractive their mate was. In a way, it kept us tethered to reality. It was those invisible bonds that kept us sane while working a thankless and dangerous job.

"To be honest, not really."

Joining MEARTH and the Space Corps was just like the military; there were many reasons why people would join. Some do it for science, some are zealous patriots, others do it to make their families proud and most do it as a last-ditch option. I will not be elaborating on my reason but it definitely was not entirely because it was my dream.

"That must be terribly lonesome "

"Not really. I got to meet you."

On Earth, there were few who understood me and even fewer who loved me. Yet somehow, just planets away, there was someone who did. It's baffling. Baffling yet so tantalizing. She was always so close but always so far. As I leaned into the kiss, she leaned back with a teasing smile.

"I have to go, John Evans. I have duties to fulfil."

"Then this place again, tomorrow?" I asked her. She nodded, smiling as usual, eyes closed with her corners barely tilting upwards.

Meeting you is the only thing keeping me sane on this planet but it was driving me up walls I didn't know possible.

"Promise."

With that, she slipped into the water and disappeared into the dark ammonium depths. Was she playing a game? Was she baiting me? I could never really tell with her. My feelings are genuine and she knows as much but recently I've heard conflicting stories.

Many praise me for having such a close relationship with such a closed off and distant monarch. They say that they cannot understand her. No one truly ever knows what she's thinking. In a species known as a happy one, she rarely smiles.

I would not believe they were talking about Rise but in way, they were right. It is difficult to get a read on her but that didn't make her antisocial... just different. Our cultures were different but it never became a conversation stopper for us. Maybe, all we needed was more time for our species to understand each other.

________

Swimming below, past the cliffs, there was an orange siren waiting for her. This siren had as many fins as tattoos. Her hair was as fiery as the lava in a vulcanes, her skin much the same too. She was intimidating though it never seemed to bother her. It was the reason why Rose picked her.

"Why do you waste your time with this human, Your Highness?"

She stopped in her tracks and looked back at her loyal steed with a smile, "Because understanding your enemy is the only way to protect yourself from them," Her face turned dark, the light leaving her eyes as a scowl worked its way to her mouth, "I don't trust these humans. They're too emotional... too inquisitive... too greedy. It's only a matter of time before they show their true colours."

"Then you should've gotten rid of them when you had the chance."

Rose shook her head with a smile, "They came in peace, I cannot betray our own beliefs, Nahla."

The conversation came to standstill as they entered open waters. It stayed so until the hazy lights of their city to view. It was now dusk. Soon it'd be time for the evening service.

"I'll do anything to protect this city. To protect my people. What about you?" Rose asked her companion, looking back at her. Nahla could not read the expression on her face. This, however, was usual but what wasn't was the solemn atmosphere she had created.

"My will and purpose are to live and die for you, My Priestess.  There'd be no greater honour." Nahla recited like a prayer.

Rose smiled, tilting the soldier's face upward to meet her scheming smile, "Then let's set our plan in motion."

[kormiato]

Hi! Its me again! I wanted to ask if you could write some hcs for Eugene and Delsin dropping off their male s/o (or gender neutral if you preffer) to college and getting a lil clingy cuz they wanna spend time with their bf, and maybe both being a lil worried about how their s/os Friends are going to react since both delsin and Eugene are conduits?( it turns out fine cuz their s/o's Friends are pretty chill and fun).

Thanks in advance! Have a nice day!.

OH. MY. GOD. IT'S BEEN SO DAMN LONG SINCE I'M SO TERRIBLY SORRY THAT IT TOOK ME SO LONG, I WAS OUT OF THE TUMBLR ALL THIS TIME, I'LL BE BETTER, I SWEAR. Anyway! I love that you still give me requests, you're literally the best! I send a big warm hug to you through the screen and I hope you have a nice day as well. (I hope that I got your request right btw)

Eugene Sims and Delsin Rowe dropping off their s/o to college (Male!Reader)

You were looking like a zombie as you were brushing your teeth. Sleepy, slow zombie. You went to sleep at 3 am and woke up at 6.30. It wasn't that surprising that you were so sleepy, right? But why did you end up sleeping so little? The answer is simple. Delsin and Eugene. You were up at night playing games, eating pizza and laughing with your boyfriends. You can't say you regretted it, since it really helped you relax and have fun. But right this moment you just wanted to fall asleep with your head in the sink.

As you were almost falling asleep while standing in the bathroom, you saw a head popping out of the doorframe. "Heya! Wow, you look like a wreck." Delsin's voice ringed along with the following slurp of his coffee. You just chuckled along and smiled, glancing at the man from the corner of your eye.

"Good morning to you too, Del." You muttered in response, your voice is slurred from the sleepiness and the brush in your mouth. You finished with your morning procedure and splashed your face with cold water to wake up faster. That's when you smelled a coffee right under your nose. And noticed a coffee mug that Delsin holds for you, smiling as he does so. "There you go, pretty boy." He says with a small wink and chuckles softly at how cute you look right now.

You thanked him and took a sip of your coffee with a satisfied hum coming from you right after it. The coffee was just the way you liked. Perfect way to start a day. As you walked in the kitchen you saw Eugene who was as sleepy as you were while drinking his own coffee. It seemed like you all know who'll be responsible for driving this time.

You tried to tell them both a countless times yesterday that they don't have to drop you off to college and that you're a big boy and you can get there yourself. But they just won't listen. They just wanted to spend some more time with you and make sure you were safe, they were almost begging you to let them drop you off to college next time (mostly Delsin was the one begging, Eugene looked like a small pleading kitten without any words, just by one look at this boy). So you couldn't turn down such a sweet gesture.

As you both got in the car that obviously Delsin took from Reggie, since there was a police siren on top of it, you almost started to fall asleep. The sound of the car moving slowly was soothing and quiet, making you sleepy again. And Delsin noticed it. So he turned on the music. He turned on a Freebird by Lynyrd Skynyrd and that made you wake up once again. You wanted to frown and be annoyed because it startled you, but you couldn't when you saw Delsin smiling, nodding his head and tapping his finger against the wheel to the rhythm and mimicking the guitar parts while you were standing on the red lights. It was too fun and cute and eventually you started nodding your head as well, tapping your finger against the car door. Eugene didn't seem to mind and just smiled as he saw both of you fooling around.

It was a fun ride, filled with jokes, laughter and music. It was so fun that the three of you haven't noticed that you got to the college. Delsin parked the car (carefully ofc, he knows that Reggie won't give him head pats for damaging his car) and the three of you got out of the car. You were smiling, happy that you got to the college in a good mood thanks to your boyfriends. You hugged and kissed them both, thanking them for giving you a ride and accompanying you. They were both only happy to do so. Though Eugene looked a little nervous. Which haven't go unnoticed by both you and Delsin.

"Hey, Eugene, what's wrong? You seem a little... Restless." You said softly, your brows slightly furrowed in concern. He just rubbed the back of his neck, awkwardly looking away and then at the students at the gates. Eugene seemed uncomfortable by something.

"Well, it's just... We're conduits. Won't there be problems because of it?" The boy muttered quietly. Delsin seemed to frown as he realized that too. He wasn't afraid of someone being against him and Eugene just because they're conduits, but he didn't want you, their boyfriend, to have problems because of it. He wanted to offer Eugene to just go back home to not create any problems, but you stopped them with a laughter. "Come on, guys. It's gonna be fine. I promise. My friends are nice people." You assured them. But it didn't make their worries go away completely.

That's when one of your friends appeared, waving at you in a greeting, a smile on their face. "Hey! We've been waiting for you!" You heard one of your friend calling for you and when you looked in direction of their voice you saw a group of your friends coming your way. You smiled and greeted them happily. And Eugene, meanwhile, involuntarily took a small step to the side to hide behind you and Delsin. He was for sure uncomfortable and anxious about this whole thing.

Yet, well, people should be blind to not see that you were not the only one standing there. And your friends' interested piqued. They started smiling even more and asking who are they, while lightly teasing you in process with phrases like 'hey, I didn't know you came here with your bodyguards or something'. It made you laugh and blush a little. You really liked your friends, they were fun and accepting. That's why you happily introduced Delsin and Eugene to them.

Delsin immediately put on the cocky smirk as he shook one of your friends' hand, appearing almost flirty. You knew that he does it just to get a reaction out of you. Which he does perfectly well, because you nudged him in the side with your elbow, making him laugh out loud as well as your friends.

Eugene didn't talk much and just said a small "hello". He looked pretty adorable, you must admit, but you also didn't like him being nervous, since it made you feel concerned and protective of him. You gently took his hand in yours to ease his nerves, which helped a little. And your friends noticed Eugene's nervousness as well. "Hey, what's wrong?" One of them asked. The three of you got silent and you looked at Delsin and Eugene as if asking for a permission to tell your friends the truth. Delsin just shrugged at this, as if to say 'go on'. So you took a deep breath and said, "well... Delsin and Eugene are... Conduits."

Awkward silence hung over all of you, making it a little uncomfortable. But it was only for a second before your friends sighed in relief and laughed, saying that they were scared it was something serious. That statement made Delsin and Eugene look at each other, then at you and then at your friends with wide eyes. They were used to people being disgusted, or afraid with conduits. Yet here your friends are, actually... Accepting it. Not that they minded, of course.

"So..." Delsin broke the small laughing moment between your friends. "Just to make sure. It's chill, right? We're chill? No... like, hate or something?" he asked, trying to appear nonchalant, yet still wanting to be confident that it's all okay and there's no problem about it. Your friends smiled with a nod.

"Sure, why the hell should it not be okay?" one of them replied simply, as if it's obvious. Yet... if for them it was okay and nothing serious, you could feel Eugene visibly relax, his grip on your hand relaxed as well as his face. Delsin got relaxed too, letting out a breathless laughter, as if sighing in relief. He nodded multiple times as if to say "yeah. Yeah, we're safe, we're okay, we're chill".

This sight made you smile with a warm feeling blooming in your chest. You felt like you dropped a very large backpack from your back. You was right. Your friends are really nice and that made you proud of having them. And also you felt like the luckiest man in the world to have Delsin and Eugene. Conduits or not, they brighten your days and you want people to accept them, to love them as much as you love them (though they better love them platonically, you won't like them having a crush on your boys, that's for sure). And now, there's a few more people in their lives that do so. "How about we meet after college and go out somewhere? My treat," you said nonchalantly, to change the subject and lighten the mood. And when everyone agreed, you thought to yourself that this will be a great day after all.

[areyoudreaminof]

To Hell With a Reputation: A Mor Playlist

Not who you were expecting? Neither was I! Mor caught me by surprise the first time I read ACOMAF. This bright, fearless, and loyal lady was the first female friend Feyre had ever had, giving her the guidance that the males in her new fae life weren't quite able to give. "Don't Let The Hard Days Win" is probably a mantra for most of us now. Beneath that bubbly exterior, you have this complex individual who has survived terrible trauma and hides a lot of herself, to her own detriment. I think she deserves more in story. Like Cassian's playlist, I gave myself a lot more leeway with the music. Much more colorful sounds, but some darker lyrics. Listen Here! And meet me behind the cut!

PYNK-Janelle Monáe. Grimes)

Pynk like the paradise found Pynk when you're blushing inside, baby Pynk is the truth you can't hide, maybe Pynk like the folds of your brain, crazy Pynk as we all go insane

'Cause, boy, it's cool if you got blue We got the pynk

Raspberry Swirl-Tori Amos

I am not your señorita I am not from your tribe If you want inside her well Boy, you better make her raspberry swirl Things are getting desperate When all the boys can't be men Everybody knows I'm her friend Everybody knows I'm her man

Jesca Hoop-Free of the Feeling

When the ringing bell falls deaf, we go look for dark Where no flag is waving red, we look for dark Out where there's no whites of eyes, out where there's no stars Casting far and watching night, we go look for dark

To get free of the feeling Free of the feeling

Uninvited-Alanis Morissette

Like anyone would be I am flattered by your fascination with me Like any hot blooded woman I have simply wanted an object to crave But you, you're not allowed You're uninvited An unfortunate slight Must be strangely exciting To watch the stoic squirm

Same Ol' Mistakes-Rihanna

I can just hear them now "How could you let us down?" But they don't know what I found Or see it from this way around Feeling it overtake All that I used to hate Worried 'bout every trait I tried but it's way too late All the signs I don't read Two sides of me can't agree When I breathe in too deep Going with what I always longed for

Birch Tree-Foals

Come meet me by the river See how time it flows I'll meet you by the river See how time it flows And when we age Shed our skin and grow We shed our layers Spread our wings and go

Some things Cosmic-Angel Olsen

Before we draw, my dear dear friend I promise you my word If we should part, my dear dear love You know you’re in my heart And though I may be getting older Know that I'm going with you Know that I'm hanging on to the things that you said The things that you said

Laura Palmer-Bastille

Walking out into the dark, cutting out a different path Lead by a beating heart All the people of the town cast their eyes right to the ground In matters of the heart The night was all you had You ran into the night from all you had Found yourself a path up on the ground You ran into the night; you can't be found But this is your heart Can you feel it? Can you feel it?

Ocean Drive-Duke Dumont

As the sirens fill the lonely air Oh, how did we get here now, now, now, babe We see a storm is closing in Pretending we ain't scared

Don't say a word while we dance with the devil You brought a fire to a world so cold We're out of time on the highway to never Hold on (Hold on), hold on (Hold on)

Silent Machine-Cat Power

I walk on through woods and its streets every night Walk through people who walk too close Into each other they're hanging I am told there's a mother you may remember

In the name of the father but never the ghost Me I use the money for those just as hard Who hung his head for the ladies or pretended he did

The Lion's Roar-First Aid Kit

But don't you come here and say I didn't warn you About the way your world can alter And oh how you try to command it all still Every single time it all shifts one way or the other And I'm a goddamn coward, but then again so are you And the lion's roar, the lion's roar Has me evading and hollering for you And I never really knew what to do

Leave a Trace-CHVRCHES

I will show restraint Just like we said we should You think I'll apologise for things I left behind But you got it wrong And I'm as sane as I ever was You talk far too much For someone so unkind I will wipe the salt off of my skin And I'll admit that I got it wrong And there is grey between the lines

Birth in Reverse-St. Vincent

Like a birth in reverse What I saw through the blinds You could say that I'm saying Phenomenal lies On the cosmic eternity Party line

This tune will haunt me through the war Ha, ha, ha, ha ha Laugh all you want but I want more 'Cause what I'm swearing, I've never sworn before

Woman King-Iron & Wine

Blackbird claw, raven wing Under the red sunlight Long clothesline, two shirtsleeves Waving as we go by

Hundred years, hundred more Someday we may see a Woman king, wristwatch time Slowing as she goes to sleep

Rainbow-Kacey Musgraves

When it rains, it pours But you didn't even notice It ain't rainin' anymore It's hard to breathe when all you know is The struggle of stayin' above the risin' water line Well, the sky has finally opened The rain and wind stopped blowin' But you're stuck out in the same ol' storm again You hold tight to your umbrella Well, darlin', I'm just tryin' to tell ya That there's always been a rainbow Hangin' over your head

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[loopielupie]

Whumptober Day 22 - Vehicular accident

Sasaki startles awake with a hiss of pain and immediately screws his eyes shut, disoriented by vertigo and the ringing in his ears. His chest aches with every breath as he tries to piece together what happened. He has flashes: headlights, squealing tires and a panicked shout but the only thing he can remember clearly is this morning...meeting-

"Mya-chan!" His eyes snap open, darting wildly around the wrecked interior of their rental car. Now he remembers the truck, the impact, the dizzying roll-

"Don't move!" A voice shrieks at him, tight with panic, and he freezes immediately. He's never heard Miyano sound so scared before. Panic lurches up in his chest but before he can say anything, Miyano continues:

"S-sorry, Sh-shuumei-san. We...we shouldn't move too much." His voice is strained like he's in pain. Sasaki's heart sinks. He wants nothing more than to turn and look at him, but Miyano is right. In this situation all he can do is stay still.

"A-are- how are you doing, Myaa-chan?" Sasaki winces but he needs to know.

"I...I think...I hit my head. I can, um, feel it?" Miyano sounds uncertain, voice wobbling a little like he's trying to hold back tears. Sasaki doesn't know what Miyano can feel, but his stomach rolls with the thoughts of it. He fumbles his free hand across the centre console and feels ice cold fingers squeeze his like a lifeline.

"O-ok, Myaa-chan, just-" he swallows thickly, feeling his eyes starting to sting. "Just stay awake for me, ok?"

Miyano hums something less certain than Sasaki would like and Sasaki feels suddenly, overwhelmingly guilty. His breath catches painfully around ribs he's pretty sure are broken, probably from hitting the steering wheel, maybe from when the door caved into his space.

I should have been more careful. I shouldn't have even suggested driving there.

"-npai-"

This is my faul-

"SHUUMEI!"

Sasaki chokes on a wheeze and snaps out of it, lungs burning as he pants for breaths he clearly hasn't been taking. Each one strains his ribs and he can't help the pained sounds that escape with them. A cold thumb tuns clumsily over the back of his hand and he squeezes back. His other arm throbs to the beat of his heart.

"S-sorry," he stutters. "Got...lost in thought. 'm fine now."

He knows, immediately that that was a mistake. Miyano huffs a wan, humourless sound.

"Shuumei...please? I know you're not. I need to know what's w-wrong."

Sasaki bites the inside of his cheek and pretends he doesn't taste blood. he doesn't want to worry Miyano but he's never been able to lie to him.

"'m pretty sure my right arm is broken. Some ribs too. Dunno about my legs and I'm not gonna move them unless I have to."

The hand in his hold starts to tremble and Sasaki hears a hitched breath from the passenger seat. And then another, tight around what's definitely a sob.

"'m sorry, Sh-shuumei-san," Miyano whispers "I shouldn't-" his breath hitches again, "'m sorry I suggested this trip."

Sasaki's stomach rolls with guilt and his own eyes well up in response. He's never felt so helpless before. He's sure Miyano feels the same, but that only makes the weight on his shoulders even heavier.

"Myaa-chan, it's not your fault. I'm the one who suggested driving," Sasaki croaks, distantly aware that he's also crying. He pets Miyano's hand, doing his best to reassure him.

"Well...you're not the one that ran us o-off the r-road," Miyano argues, some of his normal stubbornness colouring his tone. Sasaki can't help the weak little chuckle that escapes him.

"Guess you're right," he admits, even if the guilt doesn't ease at all. Miyano hums like he knows it and squeezes his hand, weakly. For a minute or so, there's no sound in the car other than quiet breaths and then, in the distance, Sasaki hears sirens.

"D'ya hear that, Yoshikazu? Help's almost here."

"..."

"Yoshikazu?!" he yelps, squeezing his fingers.

"S-sorry, 'm 'wake," Miyano slurs, but it does nothing to reassure Sasaki and his panic only grows when Miyano asks:

"Where...'re we?"

"We had...an accident," Sasaki explains, trying to keep his voice level around the lump in his throat. "But the ambulance is here. They're gonna help us, ok?"

"mmm," Miyano human, airily. "ok. 're you...ok, Sasaki?"

"Y-yeah," he croaks, unable to hide his fear anymore. "I just need you to keep still and keep talking to me. Can you do that?"

He can hear voices now, getting closer. They're so close to being rescued.

"Mmm, maybe," Miyano replies, dazed.

"I know you can," Sasaki encourages, wracking his brains for a non-BL topic to keep up the conversation. He doesn't want their shared pastime tainted by this. Instead, he asks meaningless, easy questions about whatever else comes to mind.

They'll be out of here soon. He's not going to let their story end here.

[apoorconductor]

I think I can now put into words why I like listening to rain and thunder so much

The first of the three reasons I've found is the most obvious: they're noise. They help to blot out whatever my family is shouting about downstairs, as well as the sound of disapproving silence that infiltrates the neighborhood at 1am. They discourage the dreadful buzz of those external wall-mounted AC units, and the insistence of lawn mowers roaring away at odd hours of the evening. (Seriously, I heard someone start that fucker up at 12:30am a few nights back)

My local district does a five-minute test of the tornado sirens the first Wednesday of each month, at noon. Even though in one sense they frighten me (because duh, they're signifiers of danger) I find them innately satisfying to listen to - to the point where I open the nearest window the first Wednesday noon of every month to hear them wail. I think it's because they provide the impression that order is being maintained, the calming feeling that someone out there is looking out for you.

I'm not particularly religious, but some of the same applies to when I'm listening to a routine thunderstorm. Every minute of watery drumbeat and punctual rumbling on the walls of the vehicle or building I'm currently occupying is a testament to its continuing protection. Physics and thunderbirds are still courting as normal in the tiny expanse between ground and infinite sky.

The third is a bit more personal. For the same reason that I like listening to trains streaking by, or the channeled thunder of an airliner passing overhead in the dead of night: I like listening to thunderstorms because they remind me that nature, society, the world is minding its own business. When it rains, no one is judging you for tripping up, because put a little water on the ground and everyone forgets how to drive. When it rains, there is no imagined audience, only the audience that chooses to speak to each other over the sound of the pitter-patter. When it rains, it's okay to cry, because your clothes were wet anyway.

Rain and thunder remind me that the outside world isn't holding its breath waiting for me to do something, or fail spectacularly, or figure myself out. It's just going. And I have to go too if I'd like to make an impression out there

[creepypasta-archive]

Jeff the Killer vs Siren head

by me... again

So i've kept you dry for too long... and i found this on my drive... This was written on the peak of Trevor Henderson's creation fame, back when he was having a Slenderman moment in the horror scene. I always loved 'versus' stories and how silly they could get and i felt compelled to add to the pile, even if just as a joke. It's nice that i have this blog now becuase i have an excuse to present these in a context i couldn't if i just submitted them to a wiki (in that case this story would be totally lost now).

CW// blood, slicing, paranoia, hallucinations, rot Click below to read the original unedited story

The dense fog obscured the horizon of the Tampa Natural Park. It was so thick one could not see two feet in front of him, and made a calm hicking trip into an extreme sport. Brady had separated from the group as they attempted to return and now had to carefully feel his way back to their car. His heart raced at every tree he touched and every branch he crunched under his boots. He was defenseless, arms outstretched in the wilderness, looking for his way out. "I think they were heading this way" he muttered to himself, in hopes the sound of his own voice would make him feel less solitaire. But soon a familiar sound reached him amidst this scenario.

"Hey!" someone yelled in the distance. "It must've be one of them. Thank god i'm close" he sighted, turning his stride to the direction the voice came from. "Over here!" they yelled again. This time it was 2 people. As Brady walked over the source of the calls he noticed the ground under his feet getting damper. He didn't remember passing through a swampy area when they entered, but he assumed he was just too distracted by the gleeful chat he was having with Henry about last night's Bucaneers game. "Heeey! Over Here" the voices repeated, louder, closer. He could faintly sense more light coming from in front of him, probably a clearing. "Finally" he though, relieved.

But as he entered the clearing, he couldnt find a car, nor his friends. The mud was deep and walking through it was getting harder and harder. "Guys?! Hello?! It's not Funny!" he yelled around. It was not the best time for pranks, he thought. As he called for his friends, hoping they come out and pick him up, he moved around to avoid sinking too deep onto the swampy ground. After a while, defeated, he decided to keep his search of the exit by himself, but as we about to head back to what he felt was the right direction, a deafening bomb alert echoed around the forest. "What the fuck?" He covered his ears and searched around for the source of the noise, but the fog was too dense to find anything in the distance. The noise was getting louder and louder and covering his ears wasn't enough. Soon he found himself dizzy and stumbling, his head pounding like a militar march drum.

A gust of wing blew, making things clearer for a second, letting him see a tall stretched figure, bony, rotten approaching him. On its higher point, what looked like 2 sirens facing opposite directions, were the source of the deafening tone. As he saw the thing reach for him with long sharp fingers, the world faded from him. Suddenly, the creature silenced itself, as he saw his victim taken from him mere inches from his reach.

"Will you shut your fucking mouth? People are trying to work here!". A new figure stood on the clearing, carrying the limp body of Brady, a kitchen knife stuck on between his vertebrae. "I got a quota to fulfill, y'know?". The new person wore a stained white hoodie and black pants, heavily ripped. His face appeared unnaturally pale, with big dark circles around his eyes. A huge cut, from cheek to cheek, turned his mouth into an eternal macabre grin. All signs pointed at him being the infamous Jeffrey Woods, also known as Jeff The Killer. The tall siren-headed entity faced the individual that stole his meal and from his head came the sounds of a police radio. It had selected it's new prey.

Jeff dumped the body on the mud and ran for dry ground. The entity reached for him, but Jeffrey was able to leap over his arm and into a fallen tree. He took his replacement knife from his back pocket and taunted the being. "Hey, shitlips. How about i give your a makeover? I'm sure my style would fit you to a tee!". The siren-head retracted his arm and clawed at him, but Jeff was able to dodge and hang to his wrist, stabbing the blade for better grip. The creature retched in pain and emited an earstabbing white noise yell. Jeffrey held to dear life to the grip of his knife while the entity flailed and screamed. Jeff's ears came close to bleeding and rupturing before he shifted his position close to that of a koala, covering his ears as best as he could without losing his grip while keeping his legs aroudn the long fleshy limb. Then he started his climb. "I can't believe i'm gonna say this, but thanks Coach Murray for teaching us this. It did end up being useful"

By the time he reached his shoulder, he searched through his pockets and found a pack of tissues, of which he used two to make makeshift plugs. "There. That'll do". But Jeff was caught by surprise by the swatting hand of the siren-head. He only had enough time to stab his blade on his shoulder and held on to it and started to climb back. The cryptid shook around while emiting the most painful sounds, causign flowcks of birds to escape the treetops. Jeff reached the long pole-like neck and started climbing it, usign his blade for extra grip, each laceration harming the creatures's capacity of making noise. "Not so loud now, are you?" Jeff retorted snarkily. He reached one the siren-like heads and stood dangerously on this megaphone like opening, knife on his hand. The creature was seemingly muted. "Surely you'd look more beautiful if you smiled more. But so i can help you..." Jeff, prepared to strike one more. "... you have to Go... To... Slee-". Before he could finish off the entity, the Siren-head used his long palms to cover the gashes on his neck and emited a boat-like siren that blasted Jeff off him and into the forest.

The battle was left with no victor and the siren-head retreated to heal his wounds. The quiet suddenly filled the forest, only to be broken by a SUV driven by 3 stressed teenagers approaching the spot, yelling the name of their friend.

[soryualeksi]

Me, liking my job in a Normal™ and in no way totally awesome autistic way: *smells my fresh work polo shirt every morning because the detergent the laundry service for our uniforms use has become so incredibly comforting*

[sweeterthanthis]

Lau! I warned you not to go down on Rocker!Bucky while he's driving. You know he ends up speeding. Now how are you going to get out of your ticket?

Off The Hook

Pairing: Rockstar!Bucky x F!Reader, Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, mentions of drugs, road head, mild authority kink, coercion, dubcon, throat fucking, mild asphyxiation, public blow job, throat pie, degradation, praise, pussy slapping, 18+.

A/N: Thank you so much to @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for beta’ing this for me this afternoon, and special thanks to @navybrat817 , @whisperlullaby , @dreamlessinparis and @river-soul for encouraging this filth.

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"Fuck, that's it. Suck it, baby. Suck that dick for me," Bucky grunts, one hand on the steering wheel and the other pushing your head down further onto him.

He hadn't tried very hard to resist when you'd reached for his zipper, whiskey buzzing in your veins and your arousal peaking from watching him from the side of the stage all night.

Bucky's eyes roll back, his head falling back against the headrest and his ring-clad fingers tangling roughly in your hair as he pumps his hips up against your mouth.

"Mmph," you moan around his girth, body jerking forwards as the car swerves, his concentration waning and his foot pressing the accelerator pedal to the floor.

"Shit, baby. Gonna make me come in that mouth," he groans, soft whimpers falling from his lips. The sound of sirens fill the air, the darkness around you lit up with the unmistakable illumination of blue lights. "Shit!"

You sit back up in the passenger seat, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and pulling your seat belt back on with shaky hands, your mind whirring as you remember the stash in the glove compartment.

"Bucky, the fucking drugs," you whine, looking into the wing mirror and seeing the figure step out of the patrol car, nearing closer to you.

"You don't think I already thought of that?" He snipes, blowing out a heavy breath and shaking himself out of his aroused stupor.

"What are we gonna d-" a sharp tap on the passenger window makes you jolt. Bucky hushes you in a less than tender manner, letting the window down as you peer nervously at the man leaning down to get a closer look.

"Evenin' darlin'. Sheriff Bodecker, the law around here," he drawls, lips twitching up into a subtle smirk as his eyes wander over your legs, skirt still hitched up from moments earlier. "You know how fast you'n your boyfriend were goin' back there?"

You don't want him to direct his questioning towards you, your bottom lip quivering as you look to Bucky to intervene.

"Yeah, look, sorry about that officer," he smiles, one hand on the steering wheel as he leans his body over the console, "listen, I'm sure we can figure something out. You seem like a reasonable guy, right?"

You keep your eyes forward, palms sticky and resting atop your bare thighs, trying to steady your breathing.

"I know who you are. You just got done playin' a show back in town, right?" Bucky agrees, and you listen to the exchange nervously, trying not to show your panic about the coke in the glove compartment. "I hope you ain't thinkin' 'bout bribin' me, cause that shit won't work, son. Already got me enough money to sail through retirement."

It's silent for a moment, and you're sure that the jig is up. He's gonna breathalyse Bucky, he's gonna search the car, and you're both gonna end up in jail.

"Know what I ain't got though?" You flinch when you feel his knuckles graze lightly against your cheek, pulling away from him and shuffling in your seat. "I ain't got a pretty little thing like this waitin' for me when I get home. Judgin' from the mess you made of those lips, I'd say she's an eager one, too."

Instinctively, you bring your fingers up to your lips, remembering the cherry red smears that must be marring your face, lips swollen from throating Bucky’s cock for the last three miles. 

“What exactly are you proposing, Sheriff?” Bucky asks, forearm hooking around the headrest behind you, his breath hot against your cheek. Sheriff Bodecker hums, eyeing your breasts as they heave over your low cut neckline, turning his attentions from Bucky, to you. 

“Look sweet as sugar, don’t ya girl?” The tip of his index finger trails lightly, but menacingly, across your clavicle, and you shiver with anticipation and fear. “No need to be scared now. How ‘bout you show me what you can do with that precious mouth, n’ I’ll think about lettin’ you off the hook.” 

You suck in a breath, eyes bulging at the proposition set before you. You can’t. There’s no way you can do this, and there’s no way Bucky would ever let you. At least that’s what you think. You turn your head to him, your mouth falling open as he looks at you, cocking his head to the side with a deceptively kind smile on his face. 

“What’dya say, baby? You gonna get us out of this or what?” 

You silently beg him, your eyes pleading with him, tears gathering; but he simply stares at you. His jaw twitching as if to say, I’m not going to fucking jail for this so get on with it. 

Sheriff Bodecker opens the passenger door, his presence looming beside you as Bucky gives your shoulder a gentle shove, urging you to turn around and face him. There’s not a lick of concern etched upon his features, and it hits you in that moment that he has absolutely no problem offering you up like a slab of meat to a bloodhound. 

“C’mon girl, I ain’t got all night,” he commands as you twist your body slowly in your seat, shaking legs lifting out of the car and your heels crunching against the gravel on the ground. No matter how much you force yourself to look up at him, you can’t, his fingers hooking roughly beneath your chin to drag your frightened gaze up to meet his menacing eyes. “Take my cock out, suck it real good, and you and your little boyfriend here can be on your way.” 

You look back over your shoulder once more, Bucky’s face inches from your own as he leans in and strokes your cheek with the pad of his thumb, “come on baby, be a good girl for me and do as he says.” 

Exhaling a deep breath, you try to focus; trembling fingers unbuckling his leather belt, the soft bulge of his tummy resting against your knuckles as you shuffle the waistband of his slacks down a little. You can’t hide the sharp intake of air that catches in your throat at the sight of his erection straining against his underwear, the moment feeling entirely like a nightmare. The headlights streaming past the stationary vehicle don’t concern the Sheriff one bit, his hand cupping your cheek, making you tremble. 

“That’s it. Don’t be scared,” he coos, trying to lull you in, “take it out and show me a good time, darlin’.” 

“Bucky,” you whisper, chin wobbling, your fingers hooking beneath the elastic of his underwear.

“Just fucking get on with it,” he growls in your ear, palm flat between your shoulder blades pushing you forwards, his cock springing free and bobbing in the small space between the two of you. You lick your lips hesitantly, and you can’t deny the rush of heat between your thighs at the sight of it; thick, meaty and ripe for the taking. 

“Well, would’ya look at that. Looks like someone’s changin’ their tune," he chuckles darkly, stepping closer, the reddened, glistening tip of his cock nudging against your bottom lip. "You're gonna suck it good, ain't that right?"

You look up at him through thick, painted lashes - mascara already ruined from the blow job you'd been giving Bucky just moments earlier, "yes, Sheriff."

"Good girl. Now, say ahh."

Your tongue curling beneath the tip of his shaft, you pull him into your mouth, suckling at the first of many inches, the salty taste of his arousal flooding your tastebuds. "Oh, that's it. You can take more, I know you can. Good little slut like you was made for doin' dirty things."

His hips stutter forwards, a deep grunt echoing from his throat as you hollow your cheeks, trying to keep a steady flow of oxygen through your nostrils as you bob your head down onto his length. You gag when he nudges the back of your throat, already sore from Bucky's assault. You swallow around him, spit falling from your bottom lip and onto the dirty ground below.

"Fuckin' hellfire, that's a talented little mouth," Sheriff Bodecker groans, stroking the corner of your mouth, admiring the way the skin stretches to accommodate his cock.

"Good girl. Doing great, baby," Bucky whispers, pressing a soft kiss to the shell of your ear. Pride swells in your chest at his praise, and you force your head all the way down, nose nestled in the patch of coarse hair at the base of him.

"Shit, you got yourself a good little cocksucker here, aintcha?" Your tongue lathes at the underside of his shaft as you drag your lips back up to the tip, lapping up the pearly liquid seeping from his slit. "Why don't you slip a finger in that cunt, make her moan 'round my dick."

Bucky pulls your hair away from your face, wrapping it around his fist as he reaches his free hand around your waist, slipping beneath the barely there slip of a skirt you’re wearing, cupping your bare heat roughly and forcing your head back down onto the Sheriff’s cock. “She doesn’t need a finger to make her moan. Not this hungry little whore.” 

Bucky pulls his palm back, slapping your cunt harshly, your cries muffled by the heavy flesh invading your throat, bubbles of spit oozing from the corners of your mouth. Tears stream down your face, your thighs clenching around Bucky’s fist, desperate for friction. 

"Fuck, don't she look pretty stuffed full like that?" You hum around his girth, relaxing your throat, allowing him free access as he thrusts his hips forward. "Just gonna let me fuck that mouth? Shit, she's a good girl."

"The best girl. Fucks like a wildcat, too, Sheriff."

The way they talk about you like you're not even there, like you're just an object to be used, has you grinding against the seat wantonly. Bucky’s grip tightens, your scalp burning, but you don’t care. If anything, it only heightens the desire gathering in your belly. 

“Yeah, I bet she does,” Sheriff Bodecker purrs, pinching your nostrils closed with his thumb and forefinger, shutting off your air supply and grinning down at you as your eyes bulge. “S’a damn shame I got somewhere to be. Much rather be balls deep in that little fuckhole between her legs.” 

“Which one? She’ll let you fuck both,” Bucky laughs, and as shameful and disgusting as his words are, you nod in agreement, lungs burning at the lack of oxygen, your throat constricting as you attempt to swallow around his cock. 

“Shit girl,” he whimpers, releasing your nose and threading his fingers through your hair, “gonna make me bust a nut in that mouth.” 

You want it. You want to taste it, want the feel of his spend splashing against your tongue. You turn your head to the side slightly, the head of his cock pushing up against the inside of your cheek.

Bucky rests his chin on your shoulder, pressing a deceptively gentle kiss against the bulge, the flesh of your cheek the only thing separating his lips from the Sheriff’s cock. God, it’s filthy.

It’s fucking obscene. And you love it. 

“She can be a real good girl when she wants to be, Sheriff. Can't you, baby?” 

“Mmhmm,” you moan, taking him back down your throat once again, slurping and choking shamelessly. 

“Come on, baby. Make him come,” Bucky encourages, guiding your head back and forth at a rapid pace, not giving you a moment's reprieve as he lets the man in front of you abuse your mouth. 

“Ah, fuck. You ready, pretty girl? Here it fuckin’ comes,” Sheriff Bodecker pants, cupping your face with his palms, his fingers digging into your skin painfully, cock throbbing in warning against the roof of your mouth. 

“You gonna swallow every last drop? Make sure the good Sheriff here keeps his word?” Bucky rasps against your shoulder, teeth biting into your flesh. You shudder, humming and nodding your head, hollowing your cheeks as hard as you can, a rabid, feral sound echoing through the air as hot, sticky ropes of cum coat your throat and tongue. 

You swallow it down, just like you promised, moaning at the warmth trickling down your throat, lapping at his cock and placing a parting kiss at his bulbous crown. Looking up at him, you bat your lashes, lost in the moment of madness, cunt drenched. 

You watch, dumbstruck, as the Sheriff tucks his cock back into his underwear, zipping himself up and straightening himself out. Bucky’s hands squeeze at your breasts, “proud of you, baby. Did so fucking good for him.” 

“Well,” Sheriff Bodecker clears his throat, hands resting on his hips, cheeks red and perspiration glistening on his forehead, “go on, now. Get the fuck outta here.”

You lick the saltiness away from your lips, wiping your fucked-out mouth with the back of your palm as you watch him begin to walk back to his patrol car, the click of Bucky’s seatbelt shaking you from your stupor. 

“Oh, one last thing,” he announces, turning back on his heel and leaning down, looking straight past you at Bucky, “next time you’re in town, you’re gonna let me fuck her. All'a her. Have a good night, kids.” 

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May I ask for a Hawks x gn! Child Reader with fluff 5? I honestly don’t know why, but I feel like he’d be the fun and goofy type of dad/guardian.

Aaah! I get what you mean. I'm sure that the following isn't what you envisioned anon but the idea of Hawks taking in a child whom he can relate to and be himself around is adorable. So, very sorry for not having too much dad Hawks/guardian Hawks moments.

Guardian Of A Little Angel

Parent! Hawks x Gn! Child Reader

💕💜Counting Memories Event💜💕: Now Closed!

💕💜Counting Memories Event Masterlist💜💕

Fluff:

5)“I’ll give up everything in this world to make sure you’re safe with me.”

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The police sirens and the dark night surrounding them made the scene look movie-like. He didn’t remember the last time he’s ever had to do something like this, now that he thought about it, he probably has never had to do this.

The police were walking in and out of a house, hauling people and boxes full of things that didn’t belong. The people they took out were screaming about how they didn’t do anything wrong. The police wouldn’t be here if they didn’t. He paced back and forward from the sidelines, waiting for any indication that he was allowed onto the scene. His queue finally came in the sound of….silence.

“Hawks, thank you for being here. We need you to help out with uh…a little problem inside.” The blond was calm, nothing was able to phase him. The rain and the light made his hair shine in the night giving him an ethereal glow to his being. His crimson feathers looking more blood red when in the dark. He looked massive, his back being misinterpreted for that of a hulking being rather than his wings making him look like the angel savior he depicted to the public. He looked like death and was death all at the same time.

Hawks pulled out one of his larger feathers and followed the police officer into the residency. It was lightly illuminated by the flashlights and lanterns the other police officers were using, giving the home a blue hue. As they made their way into the second floor, Hawks took note of the surroundings. Ash from cigarettes and the cigarette butts were all over the place, bullet holes as decorated the walls. The officer brought him to the second floor and opened the door to a bedroom. Inside Hawks was greeted by the sight of two other officers speaking with a child on their bed. The child was holding a plush toy of a Red-headed Woodpecker. The child wouldn’t speak to the officers but the moment Hawks was introduced, their eyes were on him.

“We found the kid being pulled around by one of the adults and when they were let go, they came up here to hide. We’ve been trying to get the kid to talk but they refuse to, maybe you could help?” Hawks wasn’t all that great with people. The kid was in shock and Hawks’ inability to connect emotionally was going to be his downfall here. He reluctantly came up to the child and crouched down in front of them.

“Hey, kiddo. Do you know where you’re at?” The child nodded and stared at Hawks’ red wings.

“If you can tell me about what happened I can take you for flight.” Hawks teased.

You semi-recognized the man in front of you. He was a hero that the other kids talked so much about. You didn’t own a television so you couldn’t see his work but you would see the red wings when he would fly above your home. You knew nothing of the hero world and you had no interest in it either, you didn’t have a quirk so what was the point of dreaming big? Hawks picked you up and had you rest your head on his shoulder as he took you outside. He covered you both with one of his wings as he was left to get drenched in the pouring rain. He then placed you inside of a patrol car with him and the officer in the front seat as they drove off. The drive wasn’t all unpleasant but it could be better. At some point Hawks handed you, more like his feathers did, a blanket to cover yourself with. You all reached the police station around 2 in the morning and you were picked up again, taken to the interrogation room. The officer dismissed himself stating that he would be back with some children’s toys for you. Hawks on the other hand stood across from you leaning against a wall watching you. You didn’t do anything, you mostly just sat on the mattress they placed for you and played with your wet woodpecker plush.

“Do you have a name kid? It would be better if I could call you by something instead of kid.” Hawks tried using his usual PR charisma to gain your trust but he knew that it would work. You weren’t like the average child nor had he ever been himself.

“....” You didn’t answer him but you did look at him. Your eyes were growing heavy, something that you had grown used to since you were even younger. You instead rubbed your eyes and made yourself a small ball on the mattress, this was the only way you could comfortably sleep.

“Come on kid, you can’t go to sleep just yet.” Hawks walked over to you and tried shaking you awake but you wouldn’t answer. You must be tired if not even his loud wings flapping couldn’t wake you up.

The officers consulted with Hawks and Child Protective Services agent on what they should do with you, the consensus was that you should be taken by someone who could provide a safe environment with minimal stress before they could find a permanent home for you. You had suffered from abuse if the scene they found earlier that night was anything to go by. You had bruises blooming on your skin and even an old wound that needed to be stitched properly as well as rebandaged. The CPS agent suggested looking at a relative while the police suggested the child just be sent to a center. Hawks watched as everyone tried to figure out what to do with you and it was honestly making him nauseous. They were all so willing to throw you to whatever place was easiest to place you after having a conversation on how putting you with other children and people would be detrimental to your health.

“I’ll take them.” The conversation stopped as they all stared at Hawks and his raised hand.

“I’ll have the kid stay with me. I have enough space at my apartment and CPS can come in to check if it’s up to code for a child.” With that Hawks walked back to the interrogation room and waited for detective Tsukauchi to end his interrogation. Once done, Tsukauchi walked out while holding your hand and handed you to Hawks.

“Take care of them, Hawks. I know that you can but please make sure that if you ever need any assistance you come us so we can figure out how to help both of you.” Tsukauchi bowed to Hawks and walked towards his office.

“You ready to go kid?” You don’t answer again just follow him out of the police station as he says goodbye to everyone.

“Well, why wings are all wet and it doesn’t look like it’ll give till tomorrow...maybe. So, let’s take a taxi, ok?”  Hawks doesn’t wait for your input since he knows you won’t answer him. He calls a cab and places you on his lap with the seatbelt across the both of you.

“You ok?” You nodded your head and made yourself comfortable against the bird man’s chest. This would be the first time you’ve ever been in a car and the one time you’ve received adults’ attention that was nonviolent.

The ride to his apartment was long but peaceful. The driver turned the radio on and chose some random station to leave as background noise. You twitched as you slept while Hawks used his feather to sense the space around you for any possible threats. For a hero that boasted about his strength and intelligence, he was very paranoid. He spent his entire life being taught that the more aware and causes you were, the longer you’d have to live and the sooner the enemy will cease to. Once at his apartment’s street he pays the driver and carries you inside. The walk up the stairs was his favorite bit of the day, it was an opportunity to relax and reflect for him.

“Home sweet home. Welcome to your uh..new house, kid.” He whispered to your sleeping form. He closed his front door using his feathers, he didn’t want to wake you up. He found his bedroom and cleared the path to his bed in case you wake up for whatever reason.

“Alright, here we go kid. You can sleep here and I’ll figure out what I need for you, ok? Ok, great. Alright.” He’s grateful that the officers gave you a change of clothes because he honestly didn’t know where he could find a children’s clothes store at this time.

“Are you going to leave me like my parents?” Hawks turned around and found you clinging onto the blanket he had.

“No, why? Did your parent not take care of you?” You nodded and directed yourself to him.

“They’d beat me. But you’re a hero. Are you going to give me back?” Hearing a child your age talk about the neglect you’ve endured reminded him of his childhood. The screaming, the stench of beer, the smell of blood. It isn’t like his life is any different now, the only difference being that he was the one having to do all of those things. Coming home with dried blood under his gloved hands, the stench of his sweat mixed with that of the singular bottle of alcohol he drank the same night he came back. Nothing has changed for him.

“Yeah, I’m a hero.” Hawks walked over to the bed and sat on the edge while offering you his hand. “So with that being said, I have a duty to fulfill and it’s one that I don’t intend on going back on.” He gave you the honest smile he could give. This wasn’t PR and it wasn’t him pretending for an audience. You were a child just like him, someone young who was lost and needed comfort. He knew that his responsibilities as an adult and as a hero were sworn and built by the Hero commission. Protect the innocent and judge the guilty. He’s young but not dumb, he knows that this will be a challenge but he’s ready.

“I’ll give up everything in this world to make sure you’re safe with me.” Hawks hand now held your own, the contrast of them was amusing to him. You were the child he will take care of for the next however long you wanted to stay with him. He’ll make sure that you at least got the chance to recover. That you get the choice to be who you want to be unlike himself didn’t get.

“Get some rest, ok?” He rubbed your head and brought the blankets over you.

Hawks showered and dressed in a large shirt with just his underwear underneath. He walked into his living room and made himself comfortable on the couch in front of the television. He felt young again, like back then when his parents screamed at him. Watching the scene today brought back a lot of those repressed memories he preferred to forget about but it also reminded him of the reason why he took his commission training seriously. He wanted to protect people, he wanted children to feel like they belonged in this unfair world. He didn’t see himself being able to teach you anything, he didn’t even know what your quirk was. The file had been left blank so they couldn’t trace your parent’s quirks either. It didn’t matter, quirk or not you could be powerful. He hoped that he could be a great parent, guardian if you didn’t feel like the parent title didn’t suit him. Either way, he made himself comfortable on the couch and turned on the television.

The night brought a serenity that you both needed, you were tucked in his bed sleeping for the first time in a warm environment as you held on to your woodpecker plush. Hawks was coming in and out of consciousness as he watched whatever was playing. He dreamt of the things you could possibly do once you were in a better place. Would you want to be hero? Would you like to be a civilian? The future was bright and yet to be dictated for you, why rush.

[everafterkeiji]

friends ft. haitani brothers

"You sure are lucky to be guarded by such angels."

"But can angels fall in love with a mundane?"

Eyes covered in relish while they gawk over you as you held a gun in hand, firing with a smile and there's that glorious sound of a bullet escaping through the barrel that engulfs their ears. It looked just like a fever dream—a dream where the light that came from behind you gave you a moment worth to praise you for your beauty but in reality, the lights were clad in the colors red and blue as their sirens play for you.

Even if the police came to your little party, you were at your prime. You were negligent to give any of your worries to a fixable problem and you were accompanied by the Haitani brothers, that was enough to answer how needless you were of misery.

Ran steps in the police car, driving it in a rush while you and Rindou take care of their attacks from the side and from behind you. Sat at the passenger seat with a free hand to your thigh where you typically had your holster so with a smile to the eldest, you opened the windows welcoming the car to your right in gunfires, edging your body to the edge of the window for you to aim closer and help the youngest on the other end with Ran's arm on your waist to hold you before you'd get caught up in how you were positioned.

"Be careful out there, pretty."

"Drive fucking faster then." Rin sighs from the backseat, leaning down for him to reload which makes you chuckle, closing the window and returning with a pant now that the tires of the car you previously shot drifted into a spin at how you targeted them and the domino effect appears, watching each vehicle collide into each other.

"I need to catch a break." You closed your eyes, dropping your gun to your lap while your phone rang. Kakucho's name shined through the device as you muttered out a cuss and the brothers spared you a glance.

"Y/N? Where the fuck are you?!" Your brother shouts while you let out a sigh. "I'm fine, we'll be back, we just ran into cops." You explained but it doesn't seem to soothe him now that you mentioned how the police were involved. He wasn't worried if you stumbled upon them and took them out, he was more cautious of your identity being released even if you were quite known by a lot of people.

"Look, just come back here and you two, don't fuck it up."

Hitto ends the call with a huff, clearly in dismay at how you were left with the Haitani's. He could count on them, that was a fact but with the lingering stares of the oldest to you, he begs to differ that missions with them weren't always going to be just as mere executives. You were the eldest out of you two, roughly the same age as Rindou but he couldn't be so carefree about it.

Especially when you shared the same luster in your eyes, reciprocating what he possibly felt for you.

So it was no surprise when Ran just took it with ease, often playing innocent when he has you in his grasp but you remained guarded until you can put some difference in him treating it like a game and him being genuine or else you would be in tangles with your infatuation.

"There's more of them." Rindou alarms you all with a calm voice while you just grabbed your gun as a response and Ran happens to watch how you transferred seats, bending to catch the space beside his brother at the backseat and then it unravels—the envy.

"Let's finish this already. I want to go back to my room." You leaned over the seat with your knees down to the leather, aiming at their tires all over again not until there's a bullet that flies through beside you which causes you to let out a sudden cuss at how close it was but Rindou's hand ghosts around your waist as he sets himself behind you to reach his arm to the other side of the window to take back for almost hurting you and Ran's eyes target his own brother, licking his lips with a unimpressed smile as he grips the steering wheel.

"You okay?" The younger brother asks, returning to your side as a heat creeps into your cheek but you dismiss it when you can feel a pair of eyes were right to your head. "Thanks, Rin." You could only bid in return, knowing that you were going to stumble on your own words for the simple reason that he protected you.

"Don't get too cozy." Ran smiles through his threat as he suddenly abruptly turns the car, giving you no time to properly return to fall back into your normal sitting and with the hasty speed, it earns you a casual seat at Rindou's lap while he tightly held onto your waist now that all the windows were gone to shreds and you weren't supported by any belt so he uses his arms to replace what you lacked.

With how you came to him just like that, his eyes latched onto yours the same way you did and there's a quick flick of his attention to your lips until the car stopped its turn as the moment dies under someone's reckless doing.

"Don't do that." He warns to his brother and there's a chuckle that's heard from the driver while you went back to the passengers seat when you foresaw a growing tension.

"My bad, Rin." Ran answers in return, a hidden tone to his voice that was too noticeable to disport of what he truly meant.

Shuffling back in your place, you felt Ran's hand on your shoulder with it gently raking up to your nape as your breath hitches.

"You did so good today, doll." He praises, a small smile to his lips while you felt his thumb caress your skin. He turns to you at a red light, his hand then transferring to your jaw, observing the mild bruises on your face from the brawl earlier. He snickers at your temple, seeing how it bled a little due to how you took a hit from a punch.

Ran shifts his body to you, landing quite a delicate kiss to your temple while you were left defenseless at his gesture. His lips were dangerous—one course of push was enough for you two to combust under each other's devotion and let free of these teasing glances but instead he sends a tap to your chin to awoke you from your daze with that smirk of his as the light turns green and he diverts his eyes back to the main road, continuing the drive.

And from his pettiness, Ran sends a swift glare to his brother, the same tug to his lips as Rindou crosses his arms to his chest, biting his lip to hold back a response.

There was no still way to give into detail just how you wanted to leave the car. It was environed by a massive eerie emotion of jealousy from both brothers and you couldn't act numb to it when they often shared patent gazes to each other.

So when you reach the hideout, you immediately sighed to depict how thankful you were this rollercoaster had finally ended and you were greeted by Kakucho at the entrance and you surround him in an embrace.

"Don't fucking leave like that." He whispers to your ear as you let out a breath. "Sorry, Hitto." You answered in return, a flutter of guilt rushing to you but he pulls away when he remembers the sight of your bruises. "Go patch up and clean yourself." He orders while you nodded as you enter the room and he eyes the brothers who gave off too much of what he had expected to come from them.

"You guys drove in a police car? Well, that's fucking inviting." Sanzu cheers from behind your brother and they neglect his words, walking pass them and the other boy sighs from the lack of response so they all followed them back into the hideout, ordering a few of their men to set fire to the vehicle and rid them off of their location.

As soon as you got out of the shower and got dressed, you went to the kitchen to rethink about the conflict falling in love with a Haitani. Tonight was just the epitome of why you kept yourself weary of your heart, not wanting to surrender to such emotions that were too unclear but everything that happened was sure to stain your heart with confusion and with anticipation.

"What're you doing up here so late? You deserve some sleep." Ran says, from the kitchen counter which startled you at his voice. You grabbed the glass to make your way to him, leaning your back to it stood beside him as you couldn't ponder a single response.

"You thinking about me?" He teases, switching his place to be in front of you with one hand resting on the edge of the counter as if he was trapping you in.

"If I say yes?"

"That'd sound like a present to me, darling." Ran comments while you set the glass down and even if his words began to take you under his foolery, there's that thought that doesn't seem to escape from you even when you swore it was him that you'd always think about so you decided to detract your uncertainty.

"Thanks for saving me, Ran." He grins once again which seemed to return a minimal sting to your heart as he leans closer and the words you were about to let him hear were caught up in your throat.

"It's no problem, besides," he starts off but with his thumb right to your chin to lift it for you to meet him better, you were beginning to lose sight of your hesitation. It's always been Ran, hasn't it? You tried to confirm to yourself since this was a moment you were yearning for the minute you felt your admiration to him. Maybe it was also ignited by how territorial he got from the car when you got too close with his brother, either way you weren't prepared for how he's so transparent with how much he wanted something more.

Ran then lets his lip come to yours, a delicate hand to your jaw onto your cheek and your eyes shut close at how it felt. It was overwhelming but god—it was Ran, the man that has caught you by his actions and his diligence to protect you, was kissing you as if the barrier to your heart was all worth to finally be aware of the mutual feelings your shared for each other so with bliss, your lips synced with one another and your hand flies to his hair, tugging it softly until he pulled away.

There's a clear smile to your face as well as a heat to your cheeks but before you could utter a word, he continues his sentence.

"That's what friends are for."

"Friends? Ran—.. what?" You whispered out of the unexpected term he used to call what just happened. You removed your hands from him while you were suddenly dragged into a pit of denial that he happened to claim a kiss like that was something only friends were bound to do.

"I said what I said." He briefly answers, leaving you nothing but even more thousands of questions left to respond to but he just send you one last smile before he's turning his back to you with his hands to his pockets as you grip the counter, surrounded by such false hope that he ever kissed you for the sole reason he was meant to show you how he returned the same attraction to you but he disastrously awoke you from the realization that all that you ever thought of him and what you two were supposed to become was false and impossible to let exist.

"Friends?" You let out one more time as you rest your head on the cold counter, taking deep breaths to calm yourself from this flood of negativity but footsteps seem to cloud your ears just before you can master on the tears for your anger.

"C'mere." Rindou says, tapping your shoulder while you stared at him with eyes looming to form tears as he pulls you by the wrist for him to embrace you, having to be the unfortunate witness to see his brother ruthlessly hand you back your heart with nothing in return but a Judas kiss.

So, instinctively, you wrap your arms around his lean body as he ushers the words to calm you down while the frustration and dejection slips from you onto his clothes as you became vulnerable in his warmth. Your head drops to his chest with closed eyes just to erase all of the stupendous beliefs you held for yourself.

"He's a prick." You whispered and a chuckle vibrates through him as he distances himself. "That he is." He answers in return. Rindou sees the tear that wished to escape from you so with his thumb, he wipes it off while your eyes stray upon him and there are flashes of how he stared at your lips that bother your mind.

"I don't see why he's calling you just a friend but you sure don't fucking deserve someone like that."

"I didn't expect that from him, Rin." You felt your heart swell just how you were caged in your assumptions and comfortability that something was going to happen between you and him but everything faded into smoke like the ones he'd exhale from the same lips you kissed.

"You deserve someone who won't hurt you and you're a person who is too... astounding for him." He adds but it again, it's looking a lot like deja vu as he comes closer, with a hand behind your ear as tender yet careful eyes switch back from your lips to your eyes that relived what he did back at the car.

"Why don't you try me?"

A/N: LAST POSSIBLE DRABBLE but damn this chapter made me red asf i could not stop taking breaks from writing this and no forget abt the fluff for an apology 😌 it's also 3:54am here so gudnight babes‼️

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