#AND IF YOU ARE FUCKING ALIVE AND YOU'RE JUST WATCHING YOUR SON RUNNING AWAY FROM THE POLICE WITH PRIDE INSTEAD OF GUILT YHEN YOU CAN

[hayaku14]

kuroba toichi you need to stay dead or im going to fucking kill you myself

[macabrebatz]

HOW YOU MET THE SLASHERS PT. 2

Author's Note: Hello, everyone! I'm currently moving some of my old fanfiction onto here. These one-shots/drabbles are old (some are far older than others) so some of the writing is very short and in my opinion, not as great as some of my more recent stuff. But I have a soft spot for all of this since I know my younger self was working hard lol. So here’s a mini collection of my old “How You Met” series.

Characters: Brahms Heelshire, Otis Driftwood, Tiffany Valentine, Jack Torrance, Pavi Largo, Art the Clown, Billy Lenz, Luigi Largo, Will Graham

Warning/tags: Canon typical violence mentioned, occasional use of (Y/N) (I tried to get rid of some but there's still a few), not beta read

Word count: 6.1k

Brahms Heelshire:

You were hired by the Heelshires to take care of their son. When you arrived at the home you were shocked to find a doll instead of an actual person. You decided to shake off the strangeness of the situation.

You followed every rule. You were getting paid so being in a spooky situation wasn't going to deter you away from a good paycheck.

After a couple of weeks, things started to get more strange. A couple of your t-shirts had gone missing, leftover food disappeared, and you could have sworn you heard footsteps walking on the creaky wooden floor at night.

One night you heard a knock. It was faint but it didn't go unnoticed. You got out of bed and put your ear up to the wall. You could hear shuffling.

"Someone's in the house," you thought to yourself.

You made your way to the bedroom door and stepped out into the hallway. The door to Brahms's room was closed. You could've sworn you left it open.

Stepping closer to the door, you gently placed your hand on the nob. You turned it quickly, opening the door. And there he was.

A grown man sat on the end of Brahms's bed. He had a mess of black hair on top of his head and his face was covered by what appeared to be a porcelain mask. You squinted your eyes. The mask resembled the face of the doll that you had grown fond of taking care of. No, it can't be.

You stepped back in shock. Fear and confusion clouded your mind. You wanted to run but your legs were frozen.

"Please don't be scared," the man pleaded.

The voice was gentle and soft. Your mouth fell agape.

"Brahms?" you questioned, stuttering his name.

The man nodded his head.

"So...you are alive."

Otis Driftwood:

You lived down the street from the Firefly family for years so you've known Otis early on. As you got older you started to stay over at their house. Baby Firefly was your best friend and she could tell that you had a crush on her brother.

"You know he likes you too," Baby said as you sat behind her, braiding her curly hair.

"I highly doubt that," you mumbled.

Every time you came over, Otis would shut himself in his room. He never seemed to even be remotely interested in you.

You finished Baby's braid and she turned around to face you.

"Don't believe me? Go talk to him," Baby insisted.

"Go talk to him? About what? We've barely ever spoken to each other," you said.

She took you by the hand without saying anything, dragging you upstairs. The two of you busted through Otis' door uninvited. He sat there watching an episode of The Munsters.

"What the fuck are you two doing in here?" he said aggravated.

You turned to leave but Baby caught you by the arm, pulling you back.

"We want to watch TV since there‘s not one downstairs," Baby said, flopping down on Otis' bed.

You stood there, looking down at your feet.

"Gonna stand there all day or are you gonna sit?" Otis asked, peering up at you.

You hesitantly sat down on the bed by Baby.

"I'm going to go get something to drink," Baby said, hopping back up from the bed.

Before you could insist on going with her, she was gone, leaving you seated by Otis.

"She's not coming back," Otis mumbled.

"Oh, then I probably should go after her," you said.

"Nope. You're watching TV with me," Otis said.

It sounded like an offer, not just a statement.

You nodded your head and sat watching TV with Otis for the rest of the night.

Tiffany Valentine:

You sat down in one of the last couple of seats in the movie theater. It was late at night, 11:45 to be exact. Every year on Halloween night you found yourself sitting in this theater, patiently waiting to watch the annual midnight showing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Most years, you would have had someone come with you. Your friends usually would tag along. But this year you were alone. You didn't exactly mind. The energy of the other Rocky Horror fans made up for it.

You had a small bucket of popcorn sitting in your lap, along with a grab bag full of props. The theater would pass them out since audience participation was always encouraged at the showings. You took a sip from your drink and sat it back down in the cup holder on the seat. Glancing around, you took note of how full the theater was. Almost every seat was filled, besides a few seats here and there. One of those empty seats was right beside you.

"Hi, may I sit there?" a voice asked beside you.

Looking up, you saw a woman with wavy blonde hair. She wore a black leather jacket with a bustier underneath, along with tight black pants.

"Oh, of course," you said.

She sat down beside you.

"Thank you," she said with a smile.

"You're welcome."

"If I would've known the theater was going to be packed I would have left home sooner," she said.

"I got here just in time as well," you said with a chuckle.

"I'm Tiffany, by the way."

She reached out her hand and you shook it. You told her your name and smiled.

After the movie had ended you found yourself walking out of the theater with Tiffany, talking about movies as the two of you made your way to your respective vehicles.

“It was good talking to you,” she said, slipping a small piece of paper in your hand.

You looked down at the tiny note, which had her phone number scribbled on it.

“Give me a call sometime,” she said with a wink.

You watched the blonde saunter away to her car before hastily adding her number to the contacts in your phone.

Jack Torrance:

"Is this seat taken?"

You turned to see a tall man who looked rather scruffy. His eyes were dark and there was some red puffiness around his eyelids.

"Nope," you said, offering him the seat.

The bar was rather empty. Only a few stragglers were inside, including you. You needed a late-night drink. Something to clear your mind. Or fog it up. You just needed to forget.

The man beside you ordered a Scotch and didn't hesitate to drink it down quickly.

"What brings you here?" he asked.

He then ordered another drink. This time he asked the bartender to just leave the bottle. Either he was going through a tough time or he was just an alcoholic.

"I had a bad day. Needed a drink," you said, "What about you?"

The man was silent for a bit as if he was struggling to answer.

"Divorce," he stated simply.

His voice was quieter than before. It seemed as if the divorce was rather fresh. His face dropped a bit and he looked as if he wanted to throw his glass across the bar.

Hesitantly, you patted him on the shoulder. It was a kind gesture. You didn't need to know the details. You could tell that this man was hurting. His outward expression was one of anger, but somewhere deep down you could tell that he was upset.

"I'm sorry," you said quietly.

"Don't be. It was a long time coming," he said.

A long time coming. You could say the same thing about your current situation.

You had just cut ties with your ex. A part of you was relieved. The other part of you was enraged that you hadn't ended things sooner. But now it was time to move on to new and better things. And why not start by making a new friend? You took a sip of your drink and then turned in your seat towards the man.

"I'm (Y/N), by the way," you said, sticking out your hand.

"I'm Jack," he said, shaking your hand.

Pavi Largo:

You had known Pavi for a little over a year. You had worked with Amber Sweet before, making her dresses and personalized latex corsets, and she had introduced you to him.

After that, Pavi soon fell in love with your talent and hired you as the entire Largo family's official personal stylist. The last one had to take a personal leave after a violent encounter with Pavi's brother, Luigi. You on the other hand found your job to be much safer than anticipated. You knew beforehand that taking a job working for any member of the Largo family would be a risk. But after a few months passed you started to have fun.

"My sister wants you to make this," Pavi said, entering your workshop.

He opened up a magazine and sat it on your desk, revealing a model in a latex mini dress. You walked over from your workstation and went over to the desk, picking up the magazine.

"She's really getting obsessed with latex and vinyl, isn't she?" you mumbled, taking a closer look at the picture.

For the past two months, almost everything Amber had asked you to make was made from shiny black vinyl, PVC, and leather.

"Almost as obsessed as she is with going under the knife," Pavi laughed.

You glanced up at Pavi, taking a good look at the woman's face he wore as a mask. You squinted your eyes as you noticed the skin was starting to look rather splotchy.

"Pavi, you need a new mask," you said.

"No, I don't," he said, sitting down in a chair in front of your desk.

"I think you do," you insisted.

He simply shrugged and put his legs up, resting his feet on your desk. You sighed as you watched him do so.

"You can go now."

"And why would I do that? It's much more fun in here watching you work," Pavi said.

Pavi had a habit of doing this. He'd come in with a minor request and then find an excuse to stay. It didn't bother you all that much but today was a busy day. You were making two outfits for Amber, a suit for Luigi, and a dress for some guest who would be arriving at Gene-Co for an event.

You didn't have the time to entertain him.

"I have to work, Pavi," you said sternly.

"Take a break. Talk to me," he said, pouting his faux face.

"I don't have time."

"Alright...alright. But may I make another request?"

You rolled your eyes. There was already so much work to be done in such little time.

"Yes," you said.

He stood up and walked over to you. His hand reached up and caressed your face, grazing over your skin.

"Come with me tonight and help me find a new face," he said.

It wasn't much of a request. It was much more of a statement. A demand.

You nodded your head in agreement.

"Consider it a date," he said with a smile.

Art the Clown:

It was the middle of the night on Halloween. You stumbled on your feet as you made your way down the sidewalk. The air was proceeding to get colder as time passed.

You weren't sure what time it was. Your cell phone had died hours ago at the Halloween party you had left.

You couldn't drive home. You were far too intoxicated to do that. Plus, you didn't have a car of your own. Your friend had picked you up before the party. When you went to leave the party there was no sign of her or the car. Figuring that your friend had ditched you for a late-night hookup, you decided to tread back to your house.

Your outfit wasn't providing much warmth either. The clown costume you had picked for the Halloween costume was cute but it was made out of thin fabric. Cursing to yourself, you looked around.

Across the street from you was a pizza restaurant. The open sign still glowed and the lights were on inside.

"I could go for some food," you thought to yourself.

You walked across the street and entered the restaurant. A feeling of warmth cascaded over you as you stepped in.­­­

"Welcome! Great costume! What can I get you?" a man greeted you from behind the counter.

He was heavier set with tan skin and dark hair that was slicked back with styling gel.

You looked over the multiple options of pizza behind the glass of the counter. You ordered a slice of your favorite pizza and sat down at a booth.

As you ate, you heard the bell on the door chime. Glancing up, you noticed a tall figure dressed in a white and black clown suit with an alternating pattern. His face was painted white, and his face was covered in what you assumed to be prosthetics. In his hand, he carried a black bag.

For just a second, you forgot it was Halloween, and a chill ran up your spine. The feeling disappeared quickly as you assumed he was in a similar situation as you. Either going to or coming from a Halloween party.

The stranger sat down at the booth closest to the door without ordering anything.

"May I help you?" the man at the counter asked the clown.

There was no answer; the clown just looked away.

You decided to ignore it and continued to eat your pizza. It was Halloween after all. All types of people were bound to be lurking around.

As you ate, you couldn't help but feel a strange sensation. Goosebumps were forming on your neck. You glanced over to the clown. He was staring at you. Almp began to form in your throat and a part of you couldn't help but stare back. You couldn't tell if you were scared or just annoyed that someone was staring at you while you ate.

You decide to wave at him. A small gesture to break the ice. He smiled back at you.

You turned back to your food and finished your pizza rather quickly. The clown's smile wasn't necessarily a comforting one. You went to get up from your booth and couldn't. A small gasp left your mouth as you looked up. The clown stood in front of you, peering down as he blocked you from exiting. You hadn't even noticed him get up or walk over.

He put up his finger, gesturing for you to hold on. With a few dramatized miming motions, he reached into his bag and slowly pulled out a flower. He held up a singular rose, and you hesitantly took it.

"Um��thank you," you said quietly, smiling a little.

He tipped his hat and walked away, leaving the shop. It wouldn't be the last time you saw the mysterious clown.

Luigi Largo:

The repossession of organs was a regular occurrence in the city. By the year 2052, everyone's body seemed to begin to fail. Organ transplants and regular cosmetic surgery became the norm. Hell, even you had had a few organ transplants yourself to save yourself from an early death.

And with the new way of life, a new set of rules had to be made. Organs were now a rental property. If you didn't pay, they could be repossessed. You understood the rule, and you never missed a payment. Even when you didn't have the money, you still found a way to have the cash by the time payment was due.

You were good at keeping your payments, but you couldn't say the same about other people. When Gene-Co came knocking on your door months ago, you didn't know what to expect. It's not every day that Rotti Largo comes down to talk to civilians. You had seen him and his children on TV. His daughter was around your age. They lived a glamorous life, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to know that they were a mess.

Rotti offered you a job that day. He wanted to hire you as an assassin. There were fuzzy details about the current Repo-Man betraying his trust. He mentioned that it was good money and an easy way for you to pay off your organ payments. He even said that the company would give you grace periods to pay. Blah. Blah. Blah. Long story short, he wanted you to be his new "Repo-man".

At the time you weren't fond of the idea. Not many people lived through repossession. It essentially would kill a person each time. Also, really? The company that was paying you would just be getting the money back from you anyway. It didn't make much sense.

But that was months ago.

The past version of you would be absolutely disgusted with the present version of you.

Oh well.

Currently, you had your hand shoved into a man's chest. Normally you would have brought someone like this back to your home. It was much easier to cut the entire chest open to retrieve a heart. But you didn't have time for that right now. You were on the clock.

You had tracked this guy down as quickly as possible once you had realized you were late for drop-off. You had quickly stunned him, causing him to pass out.

And now he would never wake up because you were elbow-deep in his chest. You carefully pulled out the man's heart. You didn't care too much about properly cutting arteries. If Gene-Co didn't care about the condition of the heart then why should you? They just wanted to be able to cross a name off their list.

You placed the heart in a bag and then in your small ice cooler. Looking down at the guy you couldn't help but feel sorry. If only he had kept up with his payments. You started making your way down the streets.

You had on a respirator and tinted goggles. Not only did it help with keeping your identity sealed but it also helped protect you from the ungodly amount of pollution. The air was so thick with smog that it always looked like as if there was a haze of smoke in the air. You hadn't seen the stars in years. Just the cloudy light from the moon.

You remember your mom telling you what it was like when she was your age. She had been born in the early 2000s. She turned 18 around 2020. Your mom had grown up in a rural area, full of green fields and forests full of trees. You could tell that it made her sad.

None of that existed anymore.

Her home had been replaced with parking lots and skyscrapers. By the time she had you, she was 30, and there wasn't much grass left in America. Not many trees either. Most plants were grown in greenhouses now. They wouldn't survive the outside conditions. Now you were in your twenties, and you wished your mom had gotten pregnant sooner. You wished you hadn't had to grow up in a time where Earth had been wiped of nature and replaced with chaos.

As you walked down the sidewalk, you could see the glowing Gene-Co sign from down the street, looming over the city. It felt as if a giant eye was watching over you.

Although you worked for them, you didn't know much about the Largo family. You just knew what you saw on TV and the news. And based on what you heard, the family was nothing short of dysfunctional. You had never met any of them other than the patriarch, Rotti Largo. Your business was usually with Genterns and receptionists, not the Largo family.

You entered Gene-Co, pushing past the big glass doors. The building was an odd combination of a hospital and a business. On some floors, there would be operating rooms and Genterns. On other floors, offices and meeting rooms. You reached the front desk and looked at the blonde Gentern behind it.

God, you hated their uniforms.

The red visors and scrubs that looked like a mini dress bothered you for some reason. Maybe it was the fact that you always got a face full of their rear ends that irked you.

"Delivery," you said behind your mask.

She picked up her desk phone and pressed a couple of buttons.

"The repossession delivery is here," she said to the person on the other end of the line. She nodded her head and hung up the phone.

"You know where to go. They'll buzz you in," she said.

You walked away from the desk and made your way down the hall, entering a back room. It looked like a loading dock but was used for organ storage. And by the looks of it, very poor organ storage. The room wasn't even cold. No wonder people's organs were still useless after surgery.

As you walked past the shelves of unkept organs, you heard a group of voices arguing.

"What the hell?" you thought to yourself.

You knew it couldn't be Genterns arguing. These were two masculine voices.

You turned the corner of shelves and saw two men in suits arguing as Genterns looked on.

"You think you could run this company? Are you mad?"

"The only mad person here is you! God, look at you! You think that fake face looks good on you?"

You then realized who the men were. You recognized them from the news. The Largo brothers.

One had medium-length black hair and wore what appeared to be the face of a woman. The other man's shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a chest full of scars. In his hand was a knife. It took you a second to remember their names.

Pavi and Luigi.

"Ahem," you coughed.

Everyone turned to look at you as if you weren't supposed to be there.

"Ah, is this our new Repo-man," Pavi said.

"I've been working for this company for months. I'm not new. Here," you said, handing the heart-filled cooler to the closest Gentern.

"You're new to us," Luigi said, stepping closer as he buttoned up his shirt.

He circled around before stopping right in front of you.

"What's this for?" he said, tapping his knife on your respirator.

"To filter out pollution," you said. Honestly, what type of question was that?

"And these?" he asked, poking at your goggles. His fingerprint smudged the lenses, causing you to have to take them off and clean them.

"I wear them so I don't have to make eye contact with people. Thanks a lot for messing them up," you said, frustrated.

"You're welcome," Luigi said.

He walked away from you, going to stand back by his brother.

"Well, goodbye. I'm sure you have more repossessions to do," Pavi said, smiling.

You stuck out your hand, waiting for the Gentern to pay you.

"What do you want now?" Luigi asked.

"This is the part where a Gentern normally pays me," you said, annoyed.

"Oh, I got you covered this time," Luigi said, walking back over to you. He took out a wad of cash, and you could tell it was way more than your usual pay. You expected him to go through it, but he just sat all of the money in your hand.

"Wait, this is too muc-"

"Keep the change," Luigi said, winking at you.

Billy Lenz:

You slumped onto the couch as you listened to music. It was Christmas break, and the rest of the people in your (fraternity/sorority) had gone home to their families. Only you and a couple of the other members had decided to stay for the holidays. You were left alone in the house while the other members left to go to the bar.

The music played at a low volume and echoed throughout the house. You closed your eyes as you listened to it, droning off as you finally began to relax. The past few weeks had been stressful due to finals, but now all the tests were finally over. It was also the first time you had been alone in months. You could feel the weight of the tension leaving your body. It was a great feeling that you hadn't felt in a while. It wasn't often that you could just sit down and relax.

Just as you began to get comfortable, the house phone rang.

"Damn it," you mumbled to yourself.

You got up and walked into the foyer of the house, picking up the phone with a sigh.

"Hello?" you said. Instead of an answer, you were met with fuzzy garbling.

Strange noises came through the phone. Screams and whispers flooded through the phone.

"Hello?" you said, again, getting more frustrated.

"Billy...." a voice said, drawing out the syllables.

"There's no Billy here. You've got the wrong number?"

"What are you doing, Billy?" the voice whispered with a growl.

"You got the wrong number, man. Goodbye," you said, hanging up the phone.

"What the hell was that?" you thought.

You gritted your teeth as you went to the kitchen. Grabbing a glass, you began to pour yourself something to drink. As you did so, you heard a creak upstairs. Your head shot up. You were on edge due to the strange phone call, but you decided to brush off the feeling. The (fraternity/sorority) was old and would sometimes creak in the middle of the night. You were sure that was all it was. Your nerves, plus the old house, were just not getting along.

You went back to the living room and turned up the music in an attempt to get back to your relaxed state. Right before you sat down, the phone rang again. You paused for a second, contemplating whether you should answer it.

You took a deep breath and made your way back into the foyer, picking up the phone slowly and bringing it up to your ear.

"Hello?" you said.

This time you could tell your voice was more frustrated. And your frustration got worse as you heard the caller on the other end. Once again, you were met with more grumbles, screams, moans, and whispers.

"Hey, man. I don't know who you are, but stop calling this number!" you said. You slammed the phone back down on the receiver.

Almost on cue, you heard a creak come from upstairs again. This time, you could hear it more clearly. It sounded like the floorboard creaking under the weight of someone's foot.

A shiver ran up your spine as you were suddenly struck with a dreadful feeling of fear.

"Who's there?" you called out. Maybe it was just one of the members of the (fraternity/sorority). Maybe they had come home from the bar while you were in the kitchen.

"Guys, are you home?" you asked. You hadn't moved from the foyer, too scared to even budge. Your eyes were glued to the stairs of the house.

Suddenly the phone rang again, causing you to jump at the sudden noise. You turned away from the stairs and brought your attention back to the phone.

"Look, man. You're really starting to piss me off," you said.

"What are you talking about, (Y/N)?" a familiar voice said on the other side of the line.

It was your mom.

"Jeez, I'm sorry mom. Hi, how are you?" you greeted, taking a sigh of relief.

"I'm fine. I could ask the same about you. Why'd you answer the phone like that?" she asked.

"The house has been getting some weird phone calls, and I'm the only one at home right now. I'm just a little scared is all," you explained.

"Have you called the police to see if they can track the number?"

"No, I don't think it's that serious," you answered.

"Well, please be safe. I was just calling to check up on you and tell you we miss you," she said.

"I miss you too. I'll see you guys once spring break rolls around," you said.

"Okay. And (Y/N)...." Your mom trailed off a bit.

"Yeah?"

"Please be safe," she said.

"I will. Bye, Mom. I love you."

You hung up the phone putting it back on the receiver. You turned back to the stares and let out a gasp. Your body was tackled to the ground and suddenly you were struggling to breathe. You looked up and saw a man with brown hair and a dark green sweater.

His hands were around your throat and your breath was becoming more and more restricted. You clawed at his hands and kicked your legs.

After missing a couple of times, your knee hit the man in the groin, causing him to loosen his grip. You then raised your legs, kicking him back with both of your feet. The man fell back, giving you enough time to get back on your feet. You quickly grabbed the heaviest thing around you which just so happened to be a weighted candlestick sitting on the foyer table.

The man stumbled back to his feet. You gripped the candlestick, just waiting for an excuse to use it.

"Who are you?" you asked.

He smirked, and his eyes glanced over at the house phone on the foyer table.

The realization hit you like a bolt of lightning. The mysterious caller was in the house standing right in front of you.

"Man, you got a lot of explaining to do."

Will Graham:

You tapped your fingers on the desk while you waited for Jack Crawford. The door to his office had been open, so you were sure he would return soon. On his desk sat a stack of folders and papers.

If you weren't in a professional setting, you might have not resisted the urge to snoop. But alas, this was your work setting, and you had a great level of respect for Jack. Your eyes pried away from the papers and looked elsewhere around the empty office.

Over the past month, you had been hospital-bound after a nearly fatal encounter with an active shooter. You were just a criminal investigator. And all though you had a firearm on you constantly, most of the time you didn't need it. Crime suspects rarely came back to the scene of the crime. But this one did, and he had pulled out his own gun before you had time to react.

You were shot four times and, you were lucky to be alive. After a grueling recovery phase, you thought it was about time you got back to work.

"I expected you to be home, (Y/N)," a voice said from behind you.

You turned around in your seat. Jack stood at the doorway of his office. There was a small smile on his face. You could tell he was happy to see you.

"I got tired resting in bed. I need some excitement, I guess," you said.

He walked into the office and sat down at his desk.

"Are you sure you're up for it? Your leave technically hasn't ended yet. You still have time to recover," he said.

You shook your head.

"I'm done with recovery. I might need some therapy, but other than that, I'm good," you said with a laugh.

"I can recommend you a good therapist," he said. He was partially joking, but he seemed sincere.

"I might have to take you up on that offer," you said, "So what have I missed? Got anything for me, boss?"

Jack's hand made its way to one of the folders on his desk. He slid it across to you.

The front tab was labeled 'Minnesota Shrike/Chesapeake Ripper'. You opened the folder up and started reading.

"We've been called out to Minnesota to investigate a series of murders. All of the victims so far are all teenage girls. As you can see most of them look rather similar," Jack began to explain.

You flipped through the contents of the folder, reading about each victim and examining their photos, mainly the ones that were taken post-mortem.

You wiggled out a picture from underneath a paperclip that had been taken at one of the crime scenes. A girl was sprawled out in the sun in what appeared to be a grassy field. She was nude. Her skin was very pale and had begun to turn greyish-blue. Right underneath her breasts were two apparent puncture wounds. And what was coming out of those wounds made you squint to make sure you weren't seeing things.

She had been impaled with deer antlers.

"What does this have to do with the Chesapeake Ripper?" you asked.

"There may be a possible connection. We have to search every lead," Jack said.

You nodded and continued to look through the folder.

"And what do you want me to do?" you asked.

"One, get ready to go to Minnesota. We just got the call about an hour ago that there's been another murder," Jack said.

"Really? Man, whoever this guy is he's resilient," you said.

"And two, do me a favor and take these down to Will Graham at the Academy."

Jack took the stack of papers and folders and sat them all down in front of you. You closed the folder you were looking at and put it on top.

"Who's Will Graham?" you questioned.

"Your new investigation partner," Jack said.

"Well, I guess I should meet him sooner than later," you said.

"I agree. I'll see you later, (L/N)," Jack said.

You got up from your seat and took the paperwork into your hands. You exited the office and made your way out of the FBI Crime Lab.

Instead of taking your car, you decided to walk to the academy. It was only a couple of minutes away, so the walk would be rather short.

The leaves on the trees had almost all turned dark shades of orange and yellow. Leaves fell on the sidewalk as you walked down the sidewalk. The changing color made you realize just exactly how much time had passed since the shooting. You remembered how the air had felt that day. It wasn't necessarily hot but it was warm. Warm enough to wear all you wanted to wear was a t-shirt and jeans. But now the air was crisp and cool. In a couple of weeks, the temperature would be in the freezing temperatures. Time had changed so quickly.

You approached the front doors of the FBI Academy and entered. You weren't sure where to go. You figured Will was a teacher but Jack hadn't mentioned what he would be teaching. Now that you thought of it, you had no idea what the man would even look like.

You walked down the hallways, peeking into the open doors. You weren't really sure where to even look. You heard faint talking and footsteps down another hall and decided to follow the sounds.

As you turned the corner you saw what you knew to be students based on their uniforms.

"Excuse me, guys. Do you know where I can find Will Graham?" you asked as you approached them.

"Oh, yeah. We just got out of his class. Down this hall, third door on the right," one of the girls said, pointing down the hall.

"Thank you so much," you said.

You walked down the quiet hallway and turned at the open lecture hall. It was a smaller class with a large projector. You saw who you assumed was Will Graham facing towards the projector, looking up and examining it.

You looked up and paused. It was the same picture from earlier. The girl was impaled by deer antlers.

"In all of my years as an agent, I've never seen anything quite like that," you said aloud.

The man jumped a bit at the sudden sound of your voice and turned around. He had wavy brown hair that cascaded around his head. His face dawned a good bit of short whiskers and he wore dark glasses that rested on his nose.

"Neither have I," he said, "May I help you?"

"Will Graham?" you questioned.

"Yes, and you are?"

"(Y/N) (L/N), Jack Crawford sent me," you said. You walked over to him and offered him a handshake, which he took without hesitation.

"Jack sent you. So you're not a student?" he asked.

"No, I'm an agent. I've been out on medical leave, but I just got back," you explained.

You handed him the pack of paperwork. He took it in his hands and sat it down.

"Welcome back," he said.

"Thank you."

"So what are your thoughts on...all of this?" Will questioned, gesturing up to the projector.

"I'm not sure yet. I guess I'll come up with a better opinion in a couple of hours. I'm coming with you and Jack to Minnesota," you said.

"Oh, you're going with us?" Will said.

"Mhm, it's time for me to get back out there in the field. I'm glad I won't have to do it alone. According to Jack, it sounds like we're partners now," you said.

"I guess so," he said with a small smile.

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Drugs or me?

⚠️talks of drugs, alcohol, slight abusive scene, talks of smut

- Eddie has to pick between drugs or being there for his family

~~~

Eddie had a dream of being a rockstar, and it was a dream he planned to do anything for. He wasn't scared to leave anyone behind, he didn't have anyone. He didn't care to burn bridges because he would never cross the same one again.

He moved out to California and got a new band and a contract. He was a rising star. He had women chasing after him, begging to get in his pants and anything to taste his skin. He felt on top of the world.

What he didn't expect was to fall in love

~~~

She was just another fan in the crowd, singing along to the lyrics in her small skirt and tight top. Eddie couldn't keep his eyes off her. She was gorgeous and so alive.

Eddie usually picked a new girl each gig, sending his security to bring her into the back room so he can fuck her before he's back off to his apartment.

And that's exactly what he did.

The second she made it through his dressing room door, she was slammed against it, her skirt flipped up and his cock slammed into her.

Their loud moans filled the room, their skin smacking and the thud of the door.

But something felt different, he finished off in her mouth, her beautiful eyes staring up at him. It was like he didn't want to look away. She had him locked in. She cleaned off her mouth as she stood up. Watching him closely as he stared at her.

"Eddie?" She asked, snapping her fingers in his face.

He quickly snapped out of it, tucking his cock back in his tight jeans.

"what's your name, sweetheart?" He asked with a smile

~~

Five months later, his mind is still all about her. His eyes moved to the side of the stage where she now stood. Ever since that night, he hasn't touched another girl.

Once his hands touched her skin, he never desired to touch someone else again. Feeling her kiss and her hands in his hair. Nothing compared to it. She was different and he was fascinated by her.

He had a feeling she was keeping something from him though. He's never been to her house, she never spends the night, she can only go to shows on the weekends, and she always has phone calls during their dates. They aren't official so he feels like he can't question her, but he's worried he may not be the only one on her mind.

Eddie plays in the same run-down bar, moving around small towns close together. And when she can, she'll follow behind. There's something there that keeps her following him. That has to mean something right?

He knew he would never get answers if he didn't ask the questions.

That's how Eddie found himself looking down at a phone, a smiling boy with dark hair and green eyes looking back at him. A baseball cap on his head, some team logo designed on it, and a matching baseball uniform.

"You have a son?" Eddie asked, he had to be honest, her having a kid was not what he expected. Did he suspect a husband or another boyfriend, but a whole kid?

"Yeah. His name is Jake. He's 12 years old, I had him in high school. He loves baseball, it's practically his whole life. His dad taught him when he was a baby, and it's the only thing that keeps his dad around, sadly." she sighed, her eyes looking down at Jake, a small smile on her face as she shut off her phone.

"You just....wow...like...you don't look like you'd have a son. You're like....damn is it bad I'm turned on thinking about fucking a mom like she's a slut?" Eddie smirked, leaning closer, his nose bumping into hers.

"not a bad thing" she smirked back, her hand sliding up his thigh

~~

That's how it all started. Three years later Eddie found himself with a wedding band on his left hand, a son, and a baby girl. Jake was 15 years old, and their daughter, Aria was just about 9 months old. Their family was perfect. Eddie became Jake's stepdad, but to Jake, Eddie was more of a real dad than his biological dad ever was.

Eddie and Jake had a connection that Y/N has never seen between Jake and his birth dad. Jake only connects with his actual dad through baseball. But Jake and Eddie? There's music, guitar, songs, bands, drawings, and movies. Eddie may have only been around for a little over three years, but he showed Jake that loyalty and love don't come with time, it comes with the person.

Eddie was a girl's dad, as well. Aria looked just like him. Brown hair slowly growing, big brown eyes that always looked innocent. Y/N and Eddie both knew she'd grow up to have a huge personality.

But as their kids grew, so did Eddie's fame. More gigs, different states, and many hours in the studio.

Eddie believed family came first. He went to every baseball game, not caring if he was halfway through a song. He didn't care how far away the game was, he'd make it on time. And having an actual baby was different for Eddie. He got to take care of Jake after he was already half raised. But Aria? Eddie gets to raise her from the very beginning. And he wasn't going to miss a single thing.

Eddie doesn't care what hour it is, or if he has to be up within two hours, if he hears her crying he's flying through the nursery. He appreciates all the long hours his wife spends with her during the day when he's gone or the long nights when he's performing. If he's home, he's taking care of his whole family.

~~

Eddie grew up without a mother and a father, and he understood the pain Jake felt whenever his dad didn't show up. Eddie knew that no matter how many games he, Y/N, and Aria attended, Jake spent his bench time searching for his dad's face. Eddie understood Jake's dad would always be first, and Eddie didn't take any offense to that.

Eddie hated Jake's dad the second he met him. He was tall, and had dark hair, and green eyes. He looked exactly like Jake, but the personalities were total opposites. Jake was caring kind, and all the things his mom was. Jake's dad, Liam, was an asshole, selfish, and full of himself.

Liam disrespected Y/N whenever he had the chance. Eddie couldn't stand it but tried to keep his cool in front of Jake. Whenever Liam would pick Jake up for his weekend, he'd size up Eddie, roll his eyes, and walk out.

The bad blood between Liam and Y/N was always noticeable. The two couldn't be in the same room for even a minute before a screaming match would begin. After one huge blowout, Eddie sat her down and asked what happened between the two.

Eddie learned that she and Liam were never married, just teenagers that got pregnant, and both decided they'd keep the baby. Liam convinced her he'd always be there to help with Jake, help raise him and love him as a dad would. And at first, he did. The two were in love and raised their son together. But Liam went off to college and got caught up in alcohol. Y/N was fine with the alcohol and partying on the weekends. She worked a small waitress job to earn money. Her parents helped with anything they could. Jake was going to get a big corporate job and bring home lots of money once he graduated.

But then Liam got a taste of drugs. He stopped attending classes, spending nights snorting little white lines and passing out for hours. Sneaking into the bathrooms to stick needles in his arms. He stopped being a student, he stopped being her boyfriend, and he stopped being a dad.

~~

Y/N loved that Eddie was blowing up, but fear settled in her stomach. Being a rockstar meant attending parties. She trusted Eddie, him cheating never crossed her mind, that's not what kept her up at night. It was knowing he was going to be surrounded by the same alcohol and drugs Liam was sucked in by. She knows Eddie is different, he isn't a stupid teenager, he's an adult with a real family. She tried to convince herself Eddie wouldn't get sucked in as Liam did.

But then Eddie got to open up for a huge rock band, a band the whole world knew. And it was a huge opportunity for Eddie. She was so proud of him and knew how this would make his career. But that fear was building up.

~~~

Saying goodbye to his family was just as hard as he expected. Jake tried to keep it together but let a few tears slip once Eddie pulled him in for a hug.

"just a few months, okay? Then I'll be back. And don't worry, we have some off dates and I'll be there for those games. I promise." Eddie said softly, kissing Jake's forehead.

Jake already had one dad that didn't show up to anything, Eddie wasn't going to make it two.

"I went ahead and circled all the games on your days off. You don't have to show up but I think it would be cool if you came." Jake said with a shy smile. Passing Eddie the piece of paper.

"I think it would be cool too." Eddie winked. Giving Jake a final hug.

Then he moved to his girls. He grabbed Aria from Y/N's arms, kissing the small girl all over her face. Closing his eyes as he takes in her giggles. Her chubby hands yank on his long hair.

"Don't grow up too fast, okay?" Eddie blinked away his tears and kissed her button nose. Taking a deep breath he passed her over to Jake.

Pulling himself together as he looked over at his wife. She was sobbing into her hands, refusing to look at him.

"hey, I'm always a call away, whenever you need me. I'm going to be there." He promised, moving her hands away from her face, and kissing her wet cheeks. Pulling her into his arms.

"I know. I just hate knowing you won't be here" she sobbed

"I know, but I'm coming straight home on my off days. I'm going to be here for Aria's birthday, I'm coming home for our anniversary. I'm coming home any second I can. My family will always come first. Whenever you need me, I'll be on a plane and be here." Eddie promised, kissing her head as he rubbed her back.

Eddie promised a lot of things that day.

~~

Eddie's been on the road for around two months, he may be physically away from his family, but he was still there for them as much as he could. He listened to his wife's rants every night, the least he could do since she volunteered to stay up until his gigs were done. She'd ask about the show, ask what songs he played, and how the crowd interacted with him. Then they'd move on to her day, her stress of work, Aria needed more attention than usual with both parents busy and Jake's baseball. Jake would call after school, a quick chat before his practice, then he'd call again once he was back home. Generally enough time before Eddie had to take the stage.

The family made it work the best they could. With a missed call every once and a while, but that was out of their control.

Aria's birthday was a month away, Jake's first baseball game of the season was two months away, and their anniversary was three months away. All events Eddie promised he'd be back home for.

~~~

Eddie missed his family a lot, and he felt like he could handle being on his own again. But now that he had the taste of a real family, he's been dying through withdrawals. He spent hours before the show calling and texting. And spent hours after the show trying to sleep away his loneliness.

He had his band, and the tour crew, but he felt so alone.

One of the singers from the rock band he was opening, Blake, invited him to a big party. Eddie wanted to pass but Blake insisted he goes, he promised to show Eddie how to handle being away from loved ones.

Eddie didn't know "handling it" was by slamming drinks, strip clubs, and little white lines smeared across a bathroom sink.

He wasn't aware of the damage that was heading his way. The new addiction that his body would be craving.

~~~

The phone calls were going unanswered. Eddie's red eyes see his wife's face pop up, he watched it ring and ring until it sent her to voicemail. Another unopened text followed behind.

Y/N had no idea what changed on Eddie's side. All of a sudden her text and calls were being ignored. As more days passed he slowly stopped reaching out and answering.

Y/N didn't know what to tell Jake, she could tell he was upset that Eddie was pulling away. And she was growing mad that she couldn't reach Eddie to even talk about what the problem was.

But she had other things to focus on, things like Aria's birthday. Which happened to be in just a few days.

~~~

It was the morning of Aria's birthday and not a word from Eddie in over a week. Eddie doesn't believe in social media so it's not like she could find out what he was doing.

Y/N spent the morning getting the party put together and decorating the house. Her friends and family arrived earlier to help set up all the food. With her mom handling Aria, Y/N sneaked off to her bedroom, finally having enough of Eddie's silence, she called his manager.

"Hi, this is Y/N, I was just wondering if Eddie was around. I haven't been able to contact him lately and he's supposed to be coming home today." Y/N explained, anxiously biting at her nails as she paced in the bedroom.

"Yeah, let me grab him for you."

~~~

Eddie's head was pounding, he was in his dark hotel room and yet everything seemed too bright. His phone was ringing nonstop and had been for weeks. He knew who was calling and he wasn't man enough to answer. The second he felt the drugs in his system he knew he fucked up. And the more he craved the white lines, the more he was destroying his family.

When he was sober, he bathed in his guilt. But when he was on drugs, he didn't feel a thing. Eddie made the selfish decision that feeling nothing was better than feeling guilty.

"Yo, Munson! Phone." Lance said, using the key to walk into the hotel room. Turning on the light as he threw the phone on Eddie's lap.

Eddie groaned and grabbed the phone. Yawning as he said hello to the speaker.

"Edward Munson, where the fuck are you?" Y/N spat, she didn't bother to waste time being nice or allowing herself to miss him. It was their daughter's birthday and he was supposed to be home last night.

"Hello to you too." Eddie groaned, sitting up as his eyes adjusted to the light in his room.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Hello to my husband whom I haven't heard from in over a week. How are you? Sleeping well? Glad we got caught up. Now when the fuck are you coming home?" She snapped

Eddie felt himself growing irritated at her aggressiveness, he felt like shit and a fight was not how he wanted to deal with his headache.

"I'm coming home in like a month like we talked about?" Eddie questioned

"Yeah! That was last month! Do you even know what day it is?" She asked, Eddie could imagine she was burning holes in the floor as she paced back and forth

"A Saturday morning? Did someone's period arrive or something? You are acting like a bitch, Jesus Christ " Eddie snapped back, crawling out of bed as he walked to the bathroom. He needed cold water on his face and down his throat.

"A bitch? Oh you are such a selfish prick. No, my period didn't arrive. I am pissed off because it's our daughter's birthday and you don't seem to give a shit. You were supposed to be here last night. But of course, you don't answer your fucking phone so I've been shooting in the dark with what the hell you have been doing. The party is at 4, either be here or don't."

Before Eddie could respond he heard the line die. Eddie took in the silence, looking at himself in the mirror. His tired eyes, his pale skin, his knotted hair, and the bags under his eyes. He looked as horrible as he felt. He splashed the cold water on his face. Taking a deep breath as he looked on the counter for a towel. He grabbed the towel and cleaned off his face, his eyes caught the remainder of leftover drugs from the night before.

He had two options, to get out of the bathroom and go home to his family. Beg for forgiveness and admit his mistakes.

Or

Keep running

~~~

"He's not coming is he?" Jake asked, helping Y/N clean up the party.

"I think something came up. But I'm sure he'll be here for your first game. He wouldn't miss it." She said, kissing Jake's forehead and sending him off to his room.

Once she heard his bedroom door close, she allowed herself to cry.

Jake opened his door, watching her through the crack. Her shoulders were shaking as she scrubbed the dishes. He could hear sniffles and her taking deep breaths.

She was trying to collect herself. Jake hated the way she looked so alone during the whole party. Her eyes watched the front door and her phone never left her hand.

One promise out the window.

~~~

"Okay so here's your water bottle, snack, and your spare bat." Y/N listed as she handed Jake all his materials. Aria giggled in the stroller next to them.

"any word from dad?" Jake asked

"You know him, he'll show up if he wants to," she said, rolling her eyes

"And Eddie?" Jake asked, he honestly didn't care if his dad came or not. It was Eddie he wanted here.

"I'll give him a call, go warm up," she said with a smile, kissing his head and watching him run to the field.

Jake watched over his shoulder as she called him, her arms waving in the air as she paced. He watched her shoulders drop, throwing her phone in her purse, and wiping her eyes.

Jake offered a smile when she made eye contact with him, a small shake of her head and sad smile told him neither dad would be attending his first game.

Another promise left behind

~~~

Eddie was falling deeper and deeper. He knew was fucking up but a part of him didn't care. It was easy to run when he was on the road and didn't have to face his family in the eyes. He could run from the phone calls and the texts.

He called Jake the night of his first game and apologized that he couldn't make it. Eddie could feel that Jake didn't accept his apology or care. Jake said goodnight and hung up. The call was barely two minutes long.

Eddie was losing his family and he couldn't pull himself together to face the consequences.

~~~

Y/N didn't bother with their anniversary, she gave up on calling and texting. She didn't want to hear his lies and whatever bullshit excuse he would give her.

She's been treated like shit before and she wasn't going to sit back and take it. He made promises and he broke all of them. She knew he wasn't going to show up for their anniversary, he wasn't going to show up for anything.

~~~

The tour ended and Eddie knew he had to look his wife in the eyes and confess everything he has done. She deserved an explanation and he knew he needed to ask for help.

But once he knocked on his front door, he couldn't do it. He didn't have a connection to drugs anymore, maybe he could get clean being home and she didn't have to know.

When she opened the door, he felt every emotion hit him. She looked gorgeous. She was holding Aria, who screamed with joy once she saw Eddie. Reaching her small arms out, Eddie smiled and grabbed her easily. Hugging the small girl and hiding his face in her hair. Taking a second to hide from what was going to come.

Y/N was still pissed, no doubt. She was ready to give Eddie a piece of her mind, scream at the top of her lungs, and demand answers. But a small part of her was happy to have him home. The sight of him holding their daughter reminded her just how much she loved him.

"Hi mama" he smiled shyly, placing Aria on the floor as she raced to grab a toy. Eddie held open his arms, a part of him scared that she wouldn't embrace him. Just roll her eyes and turn around.

"Hi" she said softly, allowing herself to be weak as she let herself melt in his arms. She smiled as he took in his scent, he smelt like him. He felt like him, but his eyes didn't look like him. His body felt thinner and he sniffled a lot. She pulled back, locking on his face as she took him in.

"EDDIE!" Jake cheered, racing to the front door. Y/N stepped back to let Jake embrace him. Jake had his reasons to also be pissed at Eddie, but having him home was all he's been waiting for.

"Hi, bud!" Eddie smiled, holding the kid tight. Eddie felt even more guilty. He had his beautiful family waiting for him to return home, and he acted like they didn't exist.

~~~

Y/N ran out to get dinner, and the family agreed on pizza. While she was out, Eddie began to unpack. Jake by his side helping him dig through his suitcase. The boys talked about the tour, the shows, and the experience. Jake didn't want to ask why Eddie was distant, he didn't want to ruin the excitement he felt having one of his dads around.

As they got to the bottom of the suitcase, Jake spotted a little bag, filled with white powder and a note taped on it.

"Um, Eddie? What's this?" Jake questioned, he held up the bag, watching as Eddie's eyes widened in horror.

"Fuck" Eddie spat, quickly snatching the bag from Jake. Turning around so his back was to the kid. Eddie felt sick to his stomach, he didn't pack any drugs with him, he needed a clean break.

"Rockstars can still feel good at home"

The words on the bag haunted Eddie, Blake must have snuck it in Eddie's suitcase when he wasn't paying attention. Eddie put the bag in his pocket, turning around to face Jake with a worried smile.

"Nothing, don't worry about it." Eddie said quickly.

But Jake knew, he wasn't stupid.

"That's why you got distant, isn't it?" Jake questioned, crossing his arms as he glared up at Eddie.

"It's nothing" Eddie tried to brush him off, throwing the suitcase back in the closet.

"You have to tell her." Jake said

"Jake, it's done and she doesn't need to know." Eddie tried to explain

"That's what he always said." Jake spat, rolling his eyes as he turned to walk out of the bedroom.

"Hey! I'm nothing like him" Eddie argued, following behind Jake.

"YES, YOU ARE! You are selfish and only think for yourself. If it's done then dump it out and flush it." Jake demanded. Walking towards the bathroom, holding open the toilet for Eddie.

Eddie froze, looking between Jake and the toilet. The bag resting in his pocket.

"If it's done, then throw it out" Jake repeated.

But Eddie couldn't move. His feet felt like they were glued to the floor.

Jake could feel the anger building, racing to Eddie and digging in his pocket. Eddie tried to fight Jake off but Jake ended up with the bag in his hands.

Jake yanked open the bag and dumped it in the toilet. Eddie's vision went red. Screaming as he shoved Jake away from the toilet.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?" Eddie screamed

"MOM DOESN'T DESERVE THIS. YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE DIFFERENT! I ALREADY HAVE ONE DAD THAT PICKS DRUGS OVER ME, ARIA DOESN'T DESERVE A DAD LIKE THAT EITHER" Jake screamed back.

Jake couldn't even recognize who he was looking at. Eddie's eyes were wild, his breathing was heavy, and his body was shaking.

Eddie felt rage take over him, slamming Jake against the wall, holding his shirt in both fists. Staring down at the boy. Jake gulped, no matter how many times his dad got pissed he never touched him. And Jake never thought Eddie would land a hand on him.

Before either boy could speak, Y/N's panicked voice rang through the silence

"GET OFF OF HIM!" Eddie felt his body being yanked off and shoved to the other side of the bathroom.

Y/N caught Jake as he fell to the floor, once he caught his breath he began to sob. Y/N quickly wrapped her arms around him. Looking over at Eddie.

"what the fuck is wrong with you?" She spat. Eddie was never violent. And seeing him shoving her son against a wall was not something she ever thought she'd see.

"I, um, I'm sorry" Eddie whispered, it was like all his rage left and he was in control of his body again. His eyes watched as Jake sobbed, refusing to look anywhere but at his mom. The scared look in Y/N's eyes.

He watched in fear as she looked towards the toilet, her eyebrows scrunching as she took in the powder floating.

Once her eyes found Eddie's, he knew she knew.

She whispered into Jake's ear. He nodded as he wiped his face, walked out, grabbed Aria, and raced to his bedroom.

Y/N stood up, flushing the toilet, and slamming down the lid as she looked over at Eddie.

"Get the fuck out" she spat, pushing his hard body out of the bathroom. She raced past him, grabbing his suitcase from the closet once again.

"Let's talk about this!" Eddie panicked, trying to take the suitcase out of her hands.

"TALK? YOU PUT YOUR HANDS ON MY FUCKING SON" she screamed

"I'M SORRY! I know! I don't know what came over me and I just..." He didn't have the words. He put his hands on his son and that would never be justified by anything.

"ON DRUGS? YOU ARE ON FUCKING DRUGS, EDDIE" she screamed, throwing his clothes into the suitcase, shoving as much as she could.

"I'M SORRY. IT WAS A MISTAKE. I MISSED THE FAMILY AND BLAKE SAID HE HAD SOMETHING TO HELP. I JUST GOT LOST!" Eddie screamed. This was the consequence he was terrified to face

"I don't give a shit about sorry, I don't give a shit if you missed us and I don't give a shit about your excuse. If you missed us, you should have answered the phone, you should have been here when you promised. Maybe in some way, I could have forgiven it, but the second you put your hands on Jake was the second you crossed the fucking line. You don't ever touch my children and you don't ever come near them again" She wasn't shouting anymore and that's what scared him. Her tone was aggressive, mean, and cold. She shoved the suitcase against his chest, walked towards the front door, and yanked it open.

"What does this mean?" Eddie panicked, walking closer to her, but she nodded towards the door.

Eddie walked out the door, standing at the entrance, tears in his eyes as he looked her over.

"It means get yourself a lawyer" she spat, slamming the door.

~~~

There's part 1! I hope you enjoyed it <3

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Short stories part two in comin' guys! Idk how much I've made since the last one, so here goes-

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Chuuya: I can't fuckin' hear ya! Kunikida: Well, fine, I'll come clos- Chuuya: IM TOO BUSY NOT LISTENIN' TO YA

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Tachihara: My disguise is flawless! Chuuya: Oh yeah? does not know who this guy is What does it look like? Tachihara: brandishes his signature band-aid Chuuya: Raises brow Tachihara: puts it on Chuuya: jumps like a cat HOLY SHI--TACHIHARA?! WHERE IN THE EVER LOVING FUCK DID YOU COME FRO-

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(Chuuya doesn't like people touching him)

Chuuya: choking on carrots Someone random: I know the heimlich, I know how to help! Chuuya: frantically yelps NO! dies

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Fukuzawa: All I ask is for you to hug them. Chuuya: looks frantically at Shin (I will not give them the high and mighty title of Soukoku) Y-you're kidding. Awkward chuckle. Fukuzawa: Fatherly raise-eyebrow look. Chuuya: Eheheh…eheh…oh come on… Also Chuuya: Slowly looks to Shin and specifically looks at Akutagawa Atsushi: Awkwardly raises arms Chuuya: Stumbles over, tries to raise his arms to hug them both and pulls away last second Nope. Nope. Can't do this. I'd rather vomit. I actually can't look at his face. Jogs over to where Dazai was while watching from the side-lines Dazai: Chicken. Chuuya: Oh shut up, dumbass. You would have killed them had they touched me. Hiss.

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Dazai: Wanna see a magic trick? Chuuya: takes a moment before he understands Oh shit- Atsushi: OOh, sure! Dazai: grabs Chuuya before the avian can escape Guys, c'mere!~ Chuuya: DAZAI NO-DON'T YOU DARE YOU SWORE TO ME- Kunikida, Ranpo, Kenji and Yosano: Wander over grudgingly except for Kenji Chuuya: Fuck fuck fuck fuck let me go- writhing and flapping his wings but iTS NO USE Dazai: Watch, guys. Scratches the back of Chuuya's ear Chuuya: Takes a few seconds of silence but then bursts into a ball of aggressive purring Yosano: Oh my god. Kenji: ✨ 0 ✨ Kunikida: O_O Ranpo: Trying so hard not to laugh Atsushi: QMQ W-w-wh-wha- Dazai: Tehdahh!! Chuuya: Fuck--purrr---you shitty--purrrrr--DAZAI--PURRR somehow gets away with wings flapping in his wake as he runs to the bathroom Also Chuuya: Oh my---purrr---fucking god. That shitass promis-purrr..purrr.. F u c k. I'ma revoke the keeping him alive policy, I--purr--swear to GOD-

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Chuuya: "Fuuuuuck you." Dazai: "Fuck you!" Chuuya: "Fuck me, then, coward!" Dazai: "Sure thing you needy little shit!"

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Bram: There used to be a plethora of werewolves during my time. Such things were most common.

Chuuya: …Hmmmm. I can kinda like…get you something as close to a werewolf as I can.

Bram: Please do, I'd be most grateful. It has felt like a millenia since I've last encountered such a common kind that seems so terribly uncommon in these parts.

Chuuya: Disappears, and from the distance: Yo, Atsushi!

Also Chuuya: drags Atsushi by the scruff back to Bram and throws him on the ground like a sack of potatoes Here he is. He's more of a cat though, really. But he's still got the moon shit goin' on.

Bram: This pathetic mongrel? Looks mildly disappointed

Chuuya: Yeahhh, I know. This guy sucks, but he still got the semi-werewolf going on.

Bram: Do you perhaps have anything more than this…creature?

Chuuya: Er..unfortunately….no.

Atsushi: …I have ears, you know. Still on the ground

Chuuya: Pretend you don't and let the adults keep talking.

Atsushi & Bram: …

Atsushi: Screw this. Sits up and walks away

Chuuya: grabs him by the scruff again He's just a tad stubborn. If he turns into a full tiger under the full moon, do you think that'll help?

Bram: Sigh I suppose…there's certainly only one way to find out.

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Dazai: Addressing Chuuya’s parents your son calls me daddy too ^^ Chuuya: DAZAI WHAT THE FUCK—

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C: Don't make this worse. D: Define worse-

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Chuuya: You’re bullshitting me so hard right now. Dazai: …. Chuuya: claps hands great, when do we start?

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Chuuya: a cowboy? Eh…I’m not big on riding horses. Dazai: but you’re big on riding me? Chuuya: huh? Dazai: Stupid shit eating mischievous look Chuuya: gets it oh—OH FUCK YOU—

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(Opinon: This one is shit)

Chuuya: tries making a nest Dazai: not helping Chuuya: Dazai, ya ass, come here and help! Dazai: but I’m disabledddd Chuuya: oh fuck off. We’ll see how disabled ya are when I make you carry all the shit we’re gonna get from the store. Dazai: blinks since when are we going to a store? Chuuya: since now. Get the fuck moving. 20 minutes later at a department store (I think)

Dazai: Y’know, you remind me of the stereotype I heard on the internet. Chuuya: mmmm? Dazai: where women have a knack for comfort in bed, so they have an exorbanatly large amount of pillows and blankets? Chuuya: comes close and hisses Ain’t my fault that I’m half dragon and in need of a nest! Fuck off about the subject or so help me, damnit!

….so the nest was built afterward, and Dazai served timeout in the corner for 20 minutes instead of snuggling with Chuuya in his new nest

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Chuuya: twittering Dazai: listens to him and knows he's saying something but doesn't know what Atsushi: joins on the conversation, growling and snarling to Chuuya Chuuya: twitters and whistles back Dazai, feeling jealous: You guys have a secret language now!? No fair!!

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(Part 2 kinda)

C: Starts twittering to Atsushi A: Growls back to him to start the conversation A few minutes later…. C: Gasps and comes out of animal speak "YOU TAKE THAT BACK!" A: "Nuh uh!" D: Quickly comes in and grabs Chuuya before he could whack the shit out of Atsushi C: "LEMME GO!" D: "Chuuya calm down-" C: "That mother fucker is going to FEEL MY WRATH-"

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D: I'm gonna fuck you, Chuuya. C: You mean fuckin' kill me, right? D: …. :) C: You…mean fuckin' kill me….right?

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Chuuya to Dazai: Here, hold this gives him his gloves and ring Chuuya: Goes over to Clthulu HEY SQUIDDY! Clthulu: Turns around by jamming its tentacles into the earth and spinning its massive body towards Chuuya Chuuya: I hope you glued those tentacles on tight. Oh grantors of dark disgrace, do not wake me again. Corruption insues

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Chuuya: I identify as an asshole. Grins and puts hands on hips Dazai: And I identify as the dick. Chuuya: … Dazai: … Chuuya: Gets it OH YOU DICK- Dazai: Case in point ;D

-- That's caught up to the most recent ones! Enjoy :))

[yumeiyokobatsuu]

Hello! Are you accepting requests?

If you are could I request some fluff for Bon and Yukio please?

I was thinking about them seeing their crush cry of worry for them, like they did something dangerous or almost died and their crush gets so angry and worried they cry, please?

I hope I made sense! Thank you!

Hello! Thankyou for requesting! (Even if I am only responding almost a whole year later-)

Warnings: none

WC: 866

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Ryuji Suguro

-This one will take place after everyone finds out Rin is the son of Satan because why not?

-He see's you crying in the doorway of his medical room as he is getting his wounds patched up

-Your trying to play it off as if you aren't crying even though its painfully obvious

-Once the medic moves away he beckons you over to comfort you and let him know he's there and alive

I stood in the doorframe of the small room Ryuji sat in, an exorcist with a doctor Meister tending to his wound's caused by Amaimon, I knew he was able to hold himself in a fight, but witnessing what Amaimon had done to him and so easily. I grabbed the edge of my sleeve as I remembered the fight. I could have lost him, so so easily in that second, and yet he pulled through all thanks to Okumura, even if he is the son of Satan, I had to thank him. I snapped out of my trance when I felt wet tears running down my cheek, I let out a sniffle and quickly wiped them away, I wanted to be strong for Ryuji, I didn't want him to see me crying, not now, besides death was common in our field. I knew I should expect for one of us to die but it still hurt to think about. I watched as the doctor finished up with Ryuji and moved away from the doorframe so she could exit. I stared at Ryuji, trying to stop anymore tears from falling.

Ryuji stared back at me, his gaze soft unlike the hardened one he wore around campus before giving a small "Hey" to me and opening his arms a bit, inviting me for a hug. I rushed into his arms immediately, choking out a sob. "Hi" I responded through them. I felt him gently rub circles into my back. "I could have lost you" I mumbled into his chest.

He let out a hum of acknowledgment. "I know. But I'm here and alive. Do you really think I cant hold myself against a demon k-" He said confidently before noticing a small glare I gave, he sighed upon noticing that it was not the best time to stroke his own ego.

Ryuji left a soft kiss upon my forehead. "I'm sorry for worrying you (Y/N). I wont be leaving you anytime soon. You're stuck with me" he whispered, pulling my head closer into his chest. I listened to his heartbeat as he played with my hair.

Yukio Okumura

-Oh boy does he piss you off

-He continues pushing himself???? while injured???? after nearly dying????

- What the fuck is wrong with him???

-You have to genuinely force him into resting so he can heal

-Sit on him to keep him down

-He feels guilty upon seeing you cry all because he nearly died and wont let himself rest

"Yukio please! You're still healing! Hell you have hardly started healing!" I yelled at him, watching him struggle to put on his school jacket. "I appreciate your concern (Y/N), but I'm perfectly fine to continue going to school whilst injured" He said, dismissing your concern's for his health. You clench your fists together "That's bullshit and you know it!" you yelled again at him. "(Y/N) I will not continue fighting you with this, I'm fine" He said, completely calmly and that only pissed you off further. Right before he had the time to leave the room you grabbed onto his wrist, flinching a bit upon realizing you grabbed his wounded wrist and pulling him backwards. "Then don't fight me. Just let me take care of you! What happens if one of your stitches reopen because your pushing yourself too hard." I said. 

I felt Yukio begin to move his hand away from mine, and I took that chance to drag him to his bed and gently push him down, and straddling his legs.

"Your staying home. Right here. In your bed." I said to him.

"(Y/N)-" He started before looking at me properly.

Tears brimmed my eyes, I was trying not to blink so they didn't fall, however the fact I was looking down at his chest didn't help and only allowed them to fall faster. 

"You're a fucking dumbass Yukio. I nearly lost you. You got impaled for fucks sakes! I still can lose you if you don't rest!" I choked out a sob before continuing, my voice shaky. "So please just lay down, let me take care of you" I whispered as I lowered my face onto his chest, as a way to beg him to take care of himself and take a break, his shirt slowly becoming wet due to my tears soaking it. I felt him let out a sigh and intertwine our hands together, his other hand going on top of my head "Fine. But only for a few days" He said. "No. For the entire time the doctor recommended." I quickly said in response, looking up at him, taking in a breath as I tried to control my tears. He stared at me before sighing once again. I moved off of him to ensure I did not hurt him bringing him to the bed, knowing I had won.

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Apologies for taking so long to reply! The reason is on my page somewhere ^w^.

My asks are open so request away!

[thesevenwondersofawitch]

Watching Agatha All Along Follow Me My Friend To/ Glory At The End

ALICE

I'M SCREAMING ALICE IS ALIVE?!

Wait no RIO?!

Oh I'm screaming so hard

Oh ouch Rio really had to show Alice her dead body 😭

Aw, Rio's face when Alice is saying how it can't be it now that she just broke the curse😭

It's definitely not an easy job for her I think

OH MY GOD THEY WENT INTO A SMOKEY CORRIDOR

Aw Billy's face when he realizes that Lila is gone😭

Oh, Agatha just running away😭

Oh my god, Rio is fucking hot af

Rio did you really have to bring up Agatha's coven shrinking 😂

OH MY GOD

I'm screaming the way Agatha was distracting Rio the whole time😭

HE ISN'T AN ABOMINATION

Aw, Agatha is a sweetheart

The way Agatha wanted Rio to stop talking when Rio mentioned that Billy was another woman's son😭

Oh special treatment?! OH AGATHA IS PISSED NOW

The way Rio's face twists at Agatha's riser voice,

Awwww the way she asks Agatha why she lets everyone believe the things about Nicky 😭

The way Rio has so many emotions flash in her eyes at Agatha's words😭

Agatha's ex is Death and it absolutely makes sense lol

Aw, two ex wives sitting across from each other

Aw, the way Agatha just gives up and says take him but Rio looks down

HOLY SHIT BILLY HAS TO TURN HIMSELF IN? MY POOR BOY

NOOOOOOOO AGATHA NO

Aw my heart hurts so much seeing Rio's face at Agatha saying she wants To to stop pursuing her and that she never wants to see Rio's face again 😭😭😭😭

Oh damn this shit hurts so much

OH RIO'S KNIFE IS SO FUCKING COOL

Also, the way she keeps looking back at Agatha makes me wonder if she's even able to stop herself from looking at Agatha cause she still loves her sm

The way Billy is saying he's aware Agatha can never be anything but a coven less witch and then Agatha being there is hilarious

"Your last name's a vegetable. Worst kind. It's like swallowing a doily."😭😂 She right tho

Oooof the way Agatha was monologuing and then tripped 😂

And she still has no powers😂

Oh she's done😂

Aw, poor Billy got yelled at🥺

The way everyone's shoes are there even the ones belonging to Alice, Lila and Sharon 😭

Oooooooooooo the way Billy says screw the road and puts his shoes back on is such an emo kid /gen Z thing to do lol

OH MY GOD ARE THEY IN BODY BAGS? IT HURTS TO SEE OTHERS LIVING MY DREAM

The way Agatha is disgusted 😂

"Don't steal her struggle."😂😭😭

The way Agatha is just kinda sitting in her bag still is funny😭😂

The way she pins her locket to her scrubs😂

The way Agatha said Pardon 😂😂 I love Kathryn

How does Agatha manage to rock that gown😂 she's wearing the hell out of it lol

OH MY GOD AGATHA BOUND JEN?

Oh she did it for money and it's awkward 😂

Oh my god, Agatha is killing me with those flirty words

Agatha kinda looks like she pities Jen for that one moment

Oh no, Agatha is looking at the magic and I can see her thirst for magi

The way Agatha said Billy should give her his power

No Billy, don't trust her😭

Wait, the look in her eyes is both pride and bitterness when she says he can bring Tommy back😭🥺

Fuck the way she's trying to help him find Tommy😭

Oh man, Wanda thanking them for choosing her as their mom😭😭😭😭

The way she's trying to reassure Billy that it's ok, that Wanda's world is folding but Billy is ok

Oh my god, the way she grabs his head

Oh my god, Agatha staying with him

"Sometimes, boys die."😭😭😭

Fuck😭😭😭😭😭😭

I feel so bad for doubting her urge to help

Oh my god, a dandelion wish, I wonder if Rio put it there🥺

Oh my god, the way she put her tears on it and buried it😭😭 I think she's trying to bring her son back

Awwwwwwww, she planted it and it grew back 😭🥺

Oooof, the way she's being buried alive🥺

OOOOOOOOOOOO IT'S THE SCENE FROM THE TRAILER AHHHHHHHH

Oh Rio,"Congratulations, my love!" ADORABLE

Oh, Rio seriously, death by a thousand cuts?

The poor neighbours should really move😂

The way Rio is offended Agatha called her evil

I LOVE YOU SM LILA

Oooooooo, damn Rio, you're taking boundage to a new level

Wait BILLY! HE CAME TO DAVE AGATHA AND NOW IM SCREAMING

The way he paused to change outfits is such an Agatha thing to fo

The way he said don't take it all, he's putting so much trust in her to make sure that she doesn't kill him🥺

She's gonna have to control it🥺

And sure enough she also changed her outfit 😂

SHE DID UT! DHE STOPPED HERSELF!!

Holy shit Rio changed her outfit too😂

Oooof, the way Agatha launched Billy to safety

"Everything looks good on me."😂 True

The way Billy just keeps trying to help her🥺

Oh my god, the way she's saying it should be her that goes with Death😭

OH ALL THIS TIME I THOUGHT IT WAS AGATHA WALKING OUT OF THE HOUSE BUT IT WAS RIO?

Agatha nooooo, you better have another trick up your sleeve

The way Billy is calling out to Agatha with his mind🥺 OH MY GOD HE BROUGHT UP NICKY😭

The way she immediately changed her mind and sacrifices herself 😭

WE GOT AN AGATHARIO KISS!!!

Noooooo, Agatha🥺😭

Rio looks stunned 🥺 she didn't think Agatha would really do it it

The way Rio wraps herself in her shroud 🥺

Oh my god🥺 Agatha turned to flowers and mushrooms, Rio created a beautiful tribute

No🥺 her locket 🥺

Rio looking at Billy with her true face and telling him he could go🥺😭

The way she's holding in on herself 😭

The parallels of Billy putting his hood up as he leaves Westview and his mom having done the same hurts so much 😭

Well at least he grabbed his parents car lol

But I can't believe she's gone🥺 AGATHA CAN'T BE DEAD LIKE THAT I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT

The way he's immediately hugged by his parents 😭 my poor boy😭

Him putting black on feels so significant rn

Aw😭 the wicked witch figurine 😭😭😭

Wait, he had the power to bring himself and his brother back, maybe he can do the same for Agatha?

I don't want to watch anything in the MCU if Kathryn Hahn is gone

Oh my god, everything in his room was the trials! I THOUGHT IT EAS JUST THE WIZARD OF OZ

WHAT? AGATHA? I'M SO CONFUSED

I'm so glad we have another episode lol

[violetmuses]

Don't Look Back - A. Aretas ❤️‍🩹 (Part II)

Part I ❤️‍🩹

Tag List: @nelo0wesker @yassbishimvintage @nobodygetsza @peaxhygirl @superstar-t20 @adoresmiles @klssngss @deja-r @hyper-trash-panda @amethyst-loves-bucky @planetblaque @sweettea-and-honeybutter @lovedlover @xjjawsomex @readingisahobby @kindofaintrovert @twinklestarslight 🏷

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2024

While you readjust your clothes this morning, Armando stepped away from the shower.

“Can't say anything to Mike.” You offered this warning as Armando held your waist.

“I never kiss and tell.” Aretas smoothed his gentle lips by your neck, wishing to stay.

“We'll be late. C'mon.” Turning from his embrace, you've pulled together and gathered belongings, heading back to the Miami Police Department.

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Rolling to this curb when Aretas drove, you sink while taking the passenger seat right now.

“Ooh!” Mike and Marcus stood flabbergasted, covering their mouths with shock.

“I knew it!” Marcus scrunched up his face immediately. “Y'all nasty.”

“It was funny, now stop.” Mike settled Marcus down again.

“No, Mike!” Marcus ranted, even dropping your nickname. “This ain't cool. Armando just got back here and now he's fucking Rook!”

“Leave them alone.” Mike gritted his teeth and entered the department, fed up.

No matter what happens next, you'll keep helping each other.

****

Rampant crossfire woke up South Beach one evening.

“Run ‘em all!” You shouted, instructing this AMMO squad to defend themselves. Goons turned out the streets again.

Just when you'd clear wreckage and call for backup, one gunshot hits out of nowhere.

Your body topples steps away from the curb, now weakened.

“She's down!” Armando sprinted toward you, needing help between Mike and Marcus as he knelt to survey your injuries.

“Fuck!” Mike clenched his teeth, genuinely scared this time as blood spilled near you.

“C'mon.” Armando worried. Red and blue overcasts finally pulled through as sirens wailed out loud.

With each passing moment, time just kept running out.

“Ah, shit! What, what happened?” Your senses jumbled and you could barely notice the moment, trembling with pain.

“Don't move, okay? It's us.” Armando highlighted everyone who surrounded your presence. Even Mike and Marcus nodded here.

You're thankful to be alive.

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Fluorescent lights continued blinding the medical ward once professionals could help out, but Mike and Armando took bedside chairs just in case.

“Who shot me?” You rasped the question despite everything.

“Tabitha. She's in custody right now.” Mike revealed this truth.

“Good.” You feel exhausted regardless of current anger.

“Putting you on leave when the hospital discharges.” Mike said. “It's for safety reasons.”

“Leave?” You stirred again, pissed off. “Tabitha's better off waiting in the dirt!”

Back when Mike discovered Armando's case, Lowrey would've pulled smoke, like your emotions right now.

“You almost died in front of us!” Mike defended himself. “I just calmed down Armando.”

Footsteps hurried and staff members checked in, worried over noise.

“I'm sorry.” Mike apologized, watching the experts turn away.

*****

By the time rehab ended, Armando practically ���lived” with you.

“Who's making breakfast? You burned my plate last time, Rook!” Mike joked while visiting the house. Even his wife Christine laughed.

“I didn't! It's not my fault that you like charcoal bacon.” You casted both eyes toward the ceiling.

“Where's my son, girl?” Mike raised one brow toward you and looked for Armando, planning to eat.

Steps moved downstairs and Armando turned the corner to greet everyone.

Happy endings shine after all.

[blurredfloweryblood]

I really like the trope of doomed towns. Forgotten, little towns, with forgotten, little people, dust among the cosmos. The name of something on the tip of everyone's mouths. "Oh, you know... uh, that town? I don't really remember the name." Towns you return to, and you breathe them in, and you know every rock, every line on the concrete. And it's changing, but it's really not.

Almost like it's made to stay this way. In a decaying, sad way. Not like museum pieces, displayed for people who don't understand them to awe at them. No, this is rotting, slowly. It will sink into the ground.

No one leaves. No one goes. For some reason, you can't stay away. Your leaving plans are months away, and for some reason, you are still here. You wake up, and you sleep here. There is no world outside of this. You're like the little prince, wandering in a small planet, or like Sisyphus. Always the same hill. Always the same rock.

Mae comes back to the town. Almost like it was beckoning her. Almost like she can't exist without it. Shapes and lines that blur their words in the air. You don't know what they're saying, you don't know who they are. You eyesight starts getting better. And they are people, you aren't wrong anymore. Like you fit, in a couple of small pieces of a puzzle that's slowly disconnecting itself. Your friends are here, and they are not your friends. They changed but they laugh the same, they sneeze the same way. They cry the same way. Their brows crease when they play their instruments, tapping their feet. And yet, you don't know them. Maybe you never did. Hidden somewhere in the town, there are your real selves, just, wandering around.

Finding yourself is hard when there is always you around. Closed shops and abandoned factories. Fighting with your mom, not talking with your dad. Crying in Bea's car, yelling drunkenly. Everything is the fucking same. Just miserable people, in miserable streets. You are all nothing.

And it hurts, still. The end will happen, your world will be swallowed alive. And you'll feel it, deep in your bones. The shattering pain of holding nothing but dust between your fingers. And you will feel it. And it will burn. You hope it fucking hurts, you hope that the pain makes you claw out your hair, living in a loop of madness. Because it's worth it. Because then it's something, and whatever comes after that.

Sal moves to a town. You don't know anything about it. Other than the fact that your dad wants a fresh start. Your mom doesn't haunt you, she is too good for that. Her presence is a light touch that you feel. Cold, but welcomed. It's your mother, after all.

You stay in town. Funny little town. There's a church, and there are ghosts and blood on the walls. You move in when someone gets killed. You wonder if that's more than to it, than everything else makes it look like. Haunted ghosts by bigger things. This lurking, from everywhere. People putting on other people's faces, and the chant of a choir that wants to bring death to the town. Just this town. It's always this town. It will always be this town. You died here. You fought here. You walked piles of bones and something marked you. It will always be this place. It will always be this town. The same monsters, the same choir. Just different faces, with torn emotions and bodies missing. You wouldn't have it any other way. This is your town.

There's really no reason to stay. The girl you liked married a stupid boy. You run a shop that people come by all hushed and hands sweating, like they're about to be executed. I don't know why you don't leave. I don't know why you stay. Moralton is just a dump of people praying and lying and praying and crying and praying and dying. Maybe you're born here and that's it. Nowhere to run. Nowhere else to go. Once you are born here, you're done. The town never grows, never changes. There are nice moments, but you can't hide. Everyone is always watching. Mourning a son, mourning fatherhood, mourning yourself. Sidewalks that are so opaque because why would the sun shine on this fucking town? You don't know how to stay, you don't know where to go. All those little towns, are they all the same? Just little galaxies of little people, in tiny houses? People born and people staying and dying there. Is there no world? Is there not a sea? Why are you still here? watching the mayor's son sweep the floor, limping and with eyes red. Why don't you tell him to run away? Are you bad? Are you good? Why are you staying? Are you so horrible that you can't fit anywhere else? Or is Orel too good because he needs to stay here? What does it matter? You're still here. Looking at the clock. Just a few minutes pass by. He is humming quietly, and you just want to sleep. And when you wake up, you will be here, still.

Tiny little miserable towns, with little rotten homes. All people cannot go, all people cannot stay. They will never catch a train to go elsewhere, because there's nowhere to go. There is no land, no sea to cross. Just a little planet, flat and sad. Rotating on its axe, on and on. And you'll be here. Until it stops. And be there, still.

[silent-raven13]

Hobie never cries but... 2

(Part 1)

It's been three weeks since Miles die from the heroic battle. Hobie couldn't let go of his lover's lifeless body, it had to take three grown Spiderman to pull him away. One of the Spiderman was Miguel, who tries to calm him down. The memory still on replay for the twenty year old...

Hobie shouted: No! No! He's still alive! Why the fuck are you dumbasses putting a white blanket over him! Miles! Miles, wake up, luv! You're still alive! -Miguel holding him back as the other two Spidermen wrapping Miles' body with a white blanket to prepare for the autopsy report. They still need to tell his parents' that they lost their son.- NO, stop! Are you fuckers not listening! Gwen! PAV! Tell them to stop. -the two were crying already know their friend is gone. They couldn't look in Hobie's eyes-

Miguel grab Hobie's shoulder: Hobie, listen to-

Hobie slaps the grown man's hands: Don't fucking touch me, man! -tears running down his face- Miles is still alive! He's just sleeping! If you jus-

Miguel grabs Hobie arms, he snaps: MILES IS GONE, HOBIE! He's gone. I'm sor-

Hobie laughs in disbelief: Your sorry? I bet you're fucking happy! You're fucking happy that Miles is gone. -his eyes glare at the leader of the Spider Society- You planned this, didn't you! I bet you wanted him dead.

Gwen went over to calm him down: Hobie, Miguel will never do that! Look, we-

Miguel: Hobie, I didn't hate Miles. He proven to be one of the best Spidermen out there.

Hobie shouted at him: I know you wanted him dead! I know! You're a fucking liar, a snake- the fucking worst! You don't deserve to be called a Spiderman!-

Gwen: HOBIE!

Peter shouted: Whoa! Whoa, Hobie! Don't do this, kid. Not right here, where Miles was -he stopped himself having his own tears coming down his cheek.-

Pav went over to hug Hobie: We're all upset, Hobie.

Hobie broke down crying into his friends arms: It should've been me! It would've been easier!

Mayday slowly went to hug Miguel's leg being sad, she's only seven years old: Miles is dead because of me. -she cries.

Miguel picks her up to comfort her: No, he saved your life.

Mayday crying out loud too.

Present day

Hobie lazily woke up in his bed holding a bottle of vodka, or whatever alcoholic beverage to get his fucked. His puffy eyes sore, stinging from his tear, he couldn't stop crying after that day. Everything feels so painful, he quit being Spiderman. There was no point to it anymore. His mouth dry, sticky from being dehydrated, the pounding headache didn't help. He took another chug of his vodka, making three loud gulps: Fuck! -He lies back down on his bed cuddling against his deceased partner's pillow and leftover clothes- I miss you, luv.

A few minutes later he saw a figure appeared into his room: God, it reeks of alcohol in here! -Hearing Gwen voice, Hobie lift his hand up- There you are!

Hobie: What is it, Gwendy?

Gwen appeared in front of him: Dude, today is Miles' Funeral. Aren't you gonna come? Pay respects to his family? They're going to bury his body next to his Uncle Aaron!

Hobie groans: Don't feel like it.

Gwen pouts: Hobie, you should go and say your goodbyes...

Hobie: It won't matter, he's not here anymore.

Gwen: What about Rio? Jeff? Little Billie? They want you to be there. Your not the only one who lost someone they loved!

Hobie grunts: It doesn't fucking matter Gwendy! Fuck!

Gwen: Peter been asking for you. You quit as Spiderman, huh?

Hobie: Pointless shit job! I rather stay here and get drunk!

Gwen looks at a table with cocaine strips, weeds, and used condoms: And other stuffs, huh? You rather waste your life here?

Hobie: if I can be with Miles, fuck yes!

Gwen: Miles would hate for you to do this to yourself. I thought you want to be like him! Be the best Spiderman! You can't just give up!

Hobie: Oh yeah, watch me! -he turns away letting his tears on his former boyfriend's clothes- It doesn't matter, Gwen. He's no longer here to prove it.

Gwen scoffs with her own watery eyes: I love Miles, Hobie. We all did. Miguel even help-

Hobie scowls: Miguel? He's gonna be there. That fucking sadis-

Gwen: Miguel didn't know that was gonna happen. The anomaly was unpredictable! You know, Miles saved Mayday! Mayday would've died if he didn't. Even Miguel wouldn't have done that.

Hobie: Figures. All you Spiderpeople are all talk while MY SPIDERMAN sacrifice himself! Pfft, of course that fucking arse would try to kiss ass at Miles' family.

Gwen: Hobie, you're grieving. You're mad, you have the right to be. But being mad at just Miguel isn't good for you. We all failed, we all have blood on our-

Hobie snaps: YOU DIDN'T HOLD HIM! YOU DIDN'T TOUCH HIM OR HOLD HIS WEAK BODY WHILE HE SLOWLY SLIPS FROM YOUR GRASP! -his voice soften- his beautiful radiant smile, his sun glow cheeks all gone just like that. Him telling you how much he loves you... -his eyes filled with tears finally looking at tearful Gwen- and you're just there trying to hold whatever blood is left. Did you did that, huh Gwendy? Huh?

Gwen wipes her tears, with a soft: No... but we did fail. If we all paid attention, he would've been here. Why you think all the Spiderpeople are going to stop by his funeral?

Hobie scoffs: Bunch of fakes. They never knew him like i did.

Gwen shook her head: I tried. Here, you can come or not. Mrs. Morales is hoping you show up! -she handed his the funeral card to him- This is personally from Jeff. He also hope you can come. Anyway, I have to go get ready.

Hobie sniffs hearing Gwen leave through a portal to her home. He holds the card seeing Miles' dad sent this to him. His fingers tremble as he opens the card. Maybe it's Jeff blaming him...

The card: I know we never see eye to eye, but I know you did your best protecting Miles. Me and his mom hope you can come to the funeral, it's at three pm. I heard what happen, and I- we don't blame you. You did the best you could, Hobie. I know you love him, and would've done anything you can for him. Please, come to the funeral. Not for me but for him. From Jeff Morales.

Tear drops hit the card, Hobie whimpers having to fall back into his lover's side of the bed being so broken. He hugs Miles' pillow: I miss you, luv! Why did you leave me?

(Part 3)

[scoutsbabygirl]

Okay, absolutely obsessed with your writing, I am holding your work so gently rn, I love it so much plz.

That being said, I am so fucking feral for the idea of yandere reader and Sniper. Like when I read that??? Went crazy. Took her to my pent house and quite frankly, I freaked it.

What if reader kept persisting, collecting things he leaves behind, throws away, fucking watches him all the time. The works, y'know?

ok, so i didn't do bullet points i kinda ended up rambling. hope i filled ur request anyways!

i just know the mundy knows that you have a keen interest in him and LOVES playing hard to get. he loves knowing that he pisses you off because he acts dumb- he's a very smart and clever man. a force not to be reckoned with. not a man you want to start a war with. he knows his facade of acting stupid gives you hope for the future but he's already 15 and a half steps ahead of you.

he's crazy too. if you're showing interest in him, he's reciprocating the same thing back. he would never be as upfront and forward but he offers to watch the stars with you after everyone on base has fallen asleep, he shows you all of his special weapons, once he lets you in the van everything changes in your head. the cogs turn and you take this as a sign, a step. mundy was so secretive and closed off, so therefore, why you were you allowed in here out of all of the mercs?

he's very impressed with your skills once you manage to shoot raccoon, a squirrel and other pests on base with his scope. seeing you rush out to his rabbit traps, holding the little bunny by the legs like....a sack of potatoes. it was interesting to him that you're weren't disturbed by preying on innocent animals. once time, pyro had a complete freakout and almost burned mundy alive (thank god for supportive stepfather dell). a change was much needed from his teammates.

one night, after mundy had given you a scope of his to practice with on ceasefire days you decided to use it to spy on him. you were horrified to see a similar gold plated scope pointed right back at you. from a distance, mundy was spying on you as well! lets just say, the next few following days were very awkward and uncomfortable between the two of you.

he has a smoking habit that he picks up on and off- he's lucky that he can kick it so easily but he's cursed that he can pick it right back up again. cigarette butts litter the ground of the upward base (please don't let pyro try to eat them) which inspires you to start collecting them. the idea is to trace his DNA with medic to replicate a clone of mundy. ludwig is a scientist, baboon uteruses' and ubercharges? surely this psycho can duplicate another living human being.

with a plastic bag, a pair of tweezers and blue gloves covering your hands you're caught by spy right in the act.

"why would you ever do such a thing?" the familar french accent purred from behind you. you could tell just by his voice that his eyebrow was cocked in curiosity. you snapped your head around, placing the cigarette into the bag.

"mind your buisness, frog." you snapped, zipping the bag up and walking away. spy took offense to this, not only because of the slur but you and him were on good terms. everyone pissed him off but you had managed to not make him as annoyed. and you gave him son the time of day, unlike most of his other love interests.

mundy has a close eye on you at all time but he likes playing stupid. he likes overhearing you talk fondly about him, watching your eyes from a distance knowing your brain is running miles of thoughts about him, especially when your eyes gaze down to his lips when he's talking.

[turtlesocksv2]

Kinnporsche Rewatch 10 Thoughts

This opening is so good. "If it's for the man i love, i'd never hurt his feelings." Vegas isn't even lying but i don't think he knows that himself. It's fascinating to watch him pull the softboy act on Porsche, who clearly doesn't really trust it, but he knows that Porsche wouldn't be able to stand just staying in the cell, unable to do anything. Porsche needs to be doing something, especially if a loved one is in danger.

Chay getting kidnapped is finally linking his story to the main one which was just direly needed. I do not go to the dark mafia store to buy cute teenage romcom, thank you very much.

Pete demanding to know if Kinn trusts Porsche, because Pete does! Pete is willing to go clear Porsche's name, even if he gets captured, tortured and killed for it, because he trusts Porsche! get you a bestie like Pete!

Vegas likes Porsche! He thinks that Kinn has finally gotten some decent taste! That does not mean that he isn't going to use Porsche and fuck everything up, but the does genuinely like Porsche as a person which i think might make how the two of them end up worse.

LMAO can you imagine being Kinn and dealing with all the Tawan and Porsche escaping bullshit and then you get a phonecall from your estranged younger brother who is clearly injured asking you what the fuck happened like he knows something happened??? and then you have to explain to your estranged baby brother, who is a feral cat of a boy, about your ex coming back from the dead and your new boyfriend escaping his jailcell with your most awful cousin? Just what was that conversation like for him. I have to know.

This entire episode, actually this whole storyline, is Pete No. You In Danger, Girl. But we get our first glimpse of Khun Spikes!

Arm, how on earth did you test that USB on a computer connected to the main network!!!! you are supposed to be the smart one!!! local mafia family's cybersecurity a goddamn nightmare.

Big's death is even sadder on rewatch. that man was just trying his best! he just wants love and to protect kinn! he grew to respect porsche! and to get shot protecting porsche from that evil snake tawan that he never trusted!!!! tragic. i refuse. big is alive just in the hospital.

"i don't like myself being like this." Porsche corruption arc still in full swing, baby! he realizes it's happening but can't stop it.

Kinn got that look on his face like "I swear i'm forgetting something....the stove? did I leave the stove on? No, i've never cooked a day in my life. it can't be that." smashcut to poor Pete caught in the torture dungeon! Kinn is the worst boss.

Pete is derranged and I love him. Vegas has no idea what's about to happen to him. "You're laughing. I'm about to electrocute you with a car battery and you're laughing" The intense eye contact. these insane weirdos were made for each other. we must keep the insanity contained, they cannot be with anyone else. And the complete contrast of that with Ken and Gun, Ken begging and apologizing and clutching at Gun's boots.

Tankhun is not afraid of Gun. He sees clearly what is happening! But he does not like being in a room full of people with their guns drawn. This is the most panicked we've seen him yet, and yet he's still holding it together! He's clearly upset but he isn't melting down. Genuinely I think Tankhun is not as broken as Korn presents him as! He probably was, right after the kidnapping, but he's grown up. Kinn and Tankhun are united, but Korn overrules their desire. Getting dangerously close to the sons Unionizing against you, Korn!

Boyfriend runs away with another man after you lock him up for less than a day because you didn't tell him your master plan? Deutsche Bank can help. Boyfriend wants you to apologize for falling for his cousin's lies? Deutsche Bank can help. Deutsche Bank: for all your reconciling with your boyfriend needs.

"it's like i've forgotten something, but I can't think of what" Pete is being tortured, Kinn! For the love of god you lost a whole person!!! how do you not realize the man you sent in to clear your boyfriend's name hasn't reappeared yet!!! TRY HARDER, KINN! if i was Pete i'd be so mad.

[respectthepetty]

The Story of Young Master & A Fool

Something about the episode starting with Nueng and Palm changing their clothes in separate areas away from each other, only to end with them easily taking of their clothes in front of each other to symbolize them laying it bare and being comfortable with each other and their true selves...

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

*turns on "Heart to Break" by Kim Petras*

And when you touch me, I'm a fool This game I know I'm gonna lose

Palm comforted Nueng with touch several times throughout the episode to reinforce that he was there and not going anywhere, yet this was the one time Nueng finally gave into touching Palm!

And Palm is submerged in happiness because of it. One touch initiated by Nueng, and Palm is gone. Nueng warns Palm to not expect much from him (residual grief from his parents placing expectations on him and feeling like he is disappointing them?), but Palm tells Nueng he already sees the best in and of him, much like Nueng told Palm he wasn't afraid of him when he saw his raw reaction to Nueng getting hurt. They have seen each other at their worst and still like those parts.

Nueng, in fact, likes all of Palm's parts. He is staring at Palm, respectfully "FUCK! Seriously?! It's like you're photoshopped!"

Nueng always flips the dynamic and tries to serve his servant, but Palm gladly gives in this time because he finally has the upper hand on the beach where Nueng is constantly out of his element.

Please, baby Jesus with the historically accurate skin tone, LET THEM GET TATTOOS! Let them be basic boys and get them in Mandarin! I need more tattoos for the collection. María, if your son gives me a scene of them getting tattoos, I will make a budget instead of just telling people I'm on a budget to avoid doing stuff I don't want to do. *sign of the cross*

Cool tones vs. Warm tones. Cold stares vs. Warm stares. Hate vs. Love. But one thing remains the same - Wherever Nueng goes, Palm follows.

This is the buddy comedy I want! The way Tam was screaming for Mam to run was the best friend energy we all need in our lives. Then, Mam is such a mess, but girl, same. I'm not cooking. I'm making the rich boy work. I'm okay with you smoking pot with your boyfriend, but I draw the line at you being his bodyguard. I refuse to dislike a woman with this much audacity.

Palm reassuring Nueng that his mother is probably alive and being taken care of, while Nueng continues to question if Palm's mother can even be trusted is a stark contrast in how they care for each other. They both want to protect each other from unhappiness and pain but have very different approaches.

I hope Palm is right about Tanya because I keep thinking about this scene from the trailer and Nueng crying in the place he shares with Palm to grieve away from people.

And they took that personally

Get these tattooed on your bodies in Mandarin. DO IT!

Phum taunted them by saying they were boyfriends, and Mam also questioned it as well. Palm is surprised by the French and Chinese couple openly holding hands and stating they were boyfriends [This couple is the one getting married on the beach by Mam while Nueng plays the piano and Palm watches from the trailer], yet these two don't really know where they stand now that they no longer have to exist in a world dominated by their social standings. This is what pushes Nueng to clear up the meaning of the kiss.

The gay sheets are EVERYWHERE! 1) Thrilled that Nueng was direct and asked about the kiss; 2) Palm saying he kissed Nueng because it's his job to make Nueng happy is the same energy that Togawa was giving Nozue in Old Fashion Cupcake when he was helping his boss lighten up; 3) Palm asked Nueng what he meant by Palm having no feelings when kissing him, and if Nueng had waited a bit, Palm would have owned up to having emotion behind the kiss; 4) The last man who said a kiss is something special and meaningful had a funeral for a hedgehog then got laid on those gay sheets, so may the odds be in your favor, Nueng.

Next time, if you want to make me happy, you don't have to go that far. You can just act funny or play a joke.

He is staring at Nueng, lustfully. I don't know about y'all, but where I'm from, talking about chile (peppers) and saying things are spicy are innuendos for sex. And saying that Nueng was blushing because it was too spicy, then that his lips were swollen and burning due to the spiciness...yeah, um...

The shift these two have between the degrading and the formal, and how the insults are said with love, yet the formalities are said with sarcasm is such a special way to use language to show intent.

This is some really rich-boy energy he is throwing around, when the first episode had protest banners about taking people's land splashed right outside his gated house. He wants to make a public space his own private escape to the detriment of the locals who told him about it. However, the way the story keeps repeating the tale of the cow header and the weaver girl, I think this will be like 3 Will Be Free, where Palm returns to the beach, and Nueng goes to college abroad but visits Palm. They will be together but apart in the end and Our Skyy 2 will show Nueng visiting Palm at the beach. CAUSE THEY BOTH HAVE TO BE ALIVE when this is over!

Next week we get the rooftop scene from the trailer between Chopper and Ben, and I'm convinced that Chopper released that picture. I cannot be swayed! He is going to spend more time with Ben, and just when Ben is going to fall for him, he is going to find out that Chopper did it, and I'm going to be sipping my Lady Grey tea with glee.

I'm also even more convinced that Palm's dad is involved in the shootings and is working with the uncle. He had the escape plan all worked out for Palm, which makes sense if he was a good bodyguard and father, but he's not. I don't trust him! He called Mam and told her Palm would be living with her a while, so I don't think he planned for Nueng to live through the shooting. Even if this show ends and Chopper and Chanon are innocent, I'll take these beliefs to the grave. Namo 2.0.

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

HIIII!!!! I was wondering if you could do like a Jack Krauser x ex f!Reader and after reader and Jack broke up reader never saw krauser again until re4 when they were working with Leon and they end up meeting krauser there and it’s like angsty IM SORRY IF THIS DOSENT MAKE SENSE AND I LOVE YOUR WRITING IF YOU DONT WANT TO DO THIS JUST IGNORE THABK YOU-💕💕

Hi bestie, sure np! And how could I ignore such a nice request??

Warnings: mentions of death, and angst.

"What the hell's gotten into you!" you shouted at Krauser. "Faking your death, kidnapping the president's daughter?!"

You were assigned with Leon in the mission to rescue Ashley, and at some point, you met Krauser. You watched as Leon and Jack engaged in their knife fight while you were busy trying to keep Luis alive.

"Seems like they know each other," he said in a weakened voice.

"Yeah, it's-it's a long story...Leon trained under him."

"I see..but what about..." Luis began to cough, so he couldn't finish his sentence.

Hey, easy now, don't talk." You kept pressing over his wound, but the bleeding wouldn't stop.

"...what about you and him, huh?"

"I vaguely know him..." you said, but even on his deathbed, Luis knew you were lying.

"You don't look at someone you vaguely know like that..." He began to cough again, and then you watched the battle in silence.

"I'm...I'm so sorry for what he did to you..." you said, trying to comfort the dying man.

"It's ok, I kinda had it coming."

You continued to watch them fight, and from the looks of it, Leon was not going to last too long.

"You know you'll have to pull the trigger, right?" Or else Sancho will join me."

"You're right," you said with doubt in your voice, and with a shaky hand, you pointed the gun at Krauser. You shot the knife out of his hand, point when he turned to see you. He stared at you for a couple of seconds before jumping onto a platform above you.

"Playtime's over, rookie..."

Something was different about him. It's clear that he had some enhanced physical abilities, kinda like that Wesker guy, but he also seemed more gloomy. He was spiteful, angry, and merciless, traits that you didn't see in him while you two were together. He wasn't the man you knew.

After that, you, Leon, and Ashley got separated in the stupid castle.

"Who the fuck needs a castle? It's 2004. A penthouse would do just fine..." you whined as you crossed the castle's eerie halls. You've got to admit that for a bloodthirsty cult, the castle was pretty clean.

"Where are they...." There was no sign of life around you, which was weird. "Did all the bad guys go after Leon? If so, I don't wanna be in his place now."

The sound of distant footsteps caught your attention.

"Ashley?"

There was no response. You pulled out your gun and slowly approached the source of the noise.

"I hope Leon spared some bad guys for me, cuz it's getting boring here."

You kept walking into the end of the hallway, then you peeked over the edge to see if it was a monster or a human. In the distance, you saw Krauser, who was walking in the opposite direction.

"Krauser!" You shouted, but he ignored you. "Son of a bitch!" At that moment, you forgot everything about the mission and decided to chase Krauser. You were determined to confront him.

No matter how fast you were running after him, he was always very far away. You got so frustrated that you didn't realize he was playing with you. Krauser kept leading you to dead ends and making you run in circles, just to tire you, and it worked because he knew you'd chase him no matter what.

Eventually, it seemed that he entered some sort of dining hall.

"I got you now..." you said, panting. You busted through the door and aimed your gun in all directions, looking frantically for Krauser.

"What, but I-" you said, disappointed, lowering your weapon. "I-"

"Looking for someone, love." A familiar, hoarse voice echoed behind you.

"Krauser!" You turned and aimed at him, but he quickly placed the knife at your throat.

"Didn't I teach you that knives are faster?" he said with a smirk.

You dropped your gun and raised your hands. He lowered his knife too and took a few steps back.

"You look like you've got something to say." He said that after seeing that you remained silent.

"What the hell's gotten into you!" you shouted at Krauser. "Faking your death, kidnapping the president's daughter?!"

"There it is."

Oh, drop the attitude! I have the right to be angry after all you've done."

"You don't understand, you're just as naive as that rookie-"

"What is it to understand? How have you turned your back to the country you once swore to protect? How have you turned your back to me?"

"You weren't with me in that jungle...if you were, you'd understand."

"Understand what?"

"How we are just some disposable pawns to them! They don't care about us, they don't care if we live or die. If we perish, they'll just recruit more people and dispose of those who can't get the job done anymore. That's what they did with me, and that will happen with you and Leon."

"That's bullshit..."

"Oh really? Do you think you'll get some sort of prize for bringing Ashley home safe? Do you think your effort will get recognized? Not a chance."

"And what should we do, huh? Find us some cults and join them to gain some power? You're insane!"

"And you're simply too naive to see the truth, but don't worry, it will come to you someday, hopefully not too late."

"Too late for what? Jack, you always had a choice..."

"That's why you don't get it...guys like me don't have a variety of options. You, on the other hand...."

"Jack, you led me here just to tell me this?" You approached him slowly, looking for the man you once trust and loved.

"I-I don't know... I just wanted to see you."

You looked into each other's eyes, waiting for the other to make a move.

"What have you done? ... You killed Luis, kidnapped Ashley...why?"

"I-I don't know what I'm doing... I needed some comfort, some sense of familiarity."

"You dumb blond..." You said before throwing yourself at him. Your lips touched his, and he wrapped his arms around your waist. The kiss was shy at first, but it became more and more intense.

If Hunnigan hadn't called, maybe the whole thing would've taken a steamy turn.

"Roost to (your nickname), are you there? Any sign of Baby Eagle or Condor One?"

"Negative, I'm still looking for them. Did you manage to contact them?" You were glued to Krauser the whole time, and his hands never left your body.

"Negative, they've been radio silent for one hour. I can't find their location either."

"I'll keep searching for them. I'll contact them as soon as I find them."

"Copy that. Roost out."

"Was that Hunnigan?" Krauser asked.

"Yeah. Missed her?"

"Nope. The only person I missed from that chaos was you."

"You made sure to show me that..." You put some distance between you once again, even if your body didn't want to. You knew that what your heart wanted was impossible. Krauser has already chosen his path. He wasn't the man you used to know.

"Join me," he suggested.

"Not my thing, sorry. I think this is where we go our separate ways."

Krauser lowered his gaze as a feeling of sadness and disappointment took over him.

A blunt "fine" came out of his mouth before leaving the room. You remained, fighting every urge to run to him and hold him tight. You had to repeat to yourself many times that he wasn't the man you knew anymore in an attempt to stop yourself from crying and regain focus on the mission.

"I don't have time for this sentimental crap."

With that, you continued your search for Ashley and Leon.

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[travelling-on-the-octopath]

s hello have any brainworms for roleswap dmvn formed in your mind yet....... bc im gnawing at the bars of my cage thinking about them

ALL RIGHT i've let this collect dust for long enough, I think.

Worldbuilding things!

Dimitri's parents are alive. Rufus is the equivalent of Miklan in this story, and I think he steals Areadbhar during month four of school. TBD.

The tragedy of Duscur doesn't happen, because Matthias' methods are the low-and-slow type rather than Lambert's "let's go have peace talks right now actually."

What DOES happen is the very beginnings of an armistice between Sreng and Faerghus, which is just as much a ploy by the slitherers now as it was in Duscur, and results in the incapacitation of Matthias as well as the death of the Queen and Miklan (and the usual cast and crew that got done in in Duscur, like Glenn).

Dimitri was there, but things play out a little differently. Still has absolutely bonkers levels of survivor's guilt. Why did Glenn have to lose his life instead of him? The queen and prince, too?

Felix's feelings on Dimitri are far more mixed because of it, I think. But that's another discussion (fic?).

Matthias shuts down on all attempts to make peace with other countries. He does put everything he has into trying to restabilize Faerghus, but his mind kinda snapped watching his son and wife die before his eyes. Sylvain straddles the line between hating him and feeling bad for him.

I'm sure I could have reworked this to make sense to include Duscur the way they have been, but brain running on fumes, so we'll take what we get. Feel free to imagine a character with a similar narrative role coming from Sreng instead. Maybe it's the son of the chieftain they . . . captured/took in/who the fuck knows.

Onto the dimivain of it all <3

Every hangup Sylvain has about people thirsting after his Crest and not him is cranked up to eleven, because now the chances of someone wanting the prestige of being his spouse (and by extension, a monarch) are ridiculously high.

Gautier territory is where it is, but the royal family lives in Fhirdiad. Because Blaiddyd territory is so close to where they actually are, the family charged with keeping them safe is pretty obvious. (Their monster of a Crest certainly doesn't hurt.)

Sylvain tries to poke Dimitri's buttons about this. "Doesn't it bother you? That you're stuck with me because of something you didn't choose?"

Dimitri doesn't have a real answer right away. He says something about being honoured, not caring to know another manner of life, same old same old. There's something in it about making your circumstances your own rather than fighting them tooth and nail that's at odds with Sylvain's perpetual "I know what I'm headed for but that doesn't mean I've gotta like it!"

Dimitri tries to tell Sylvain that bedding random women is not a great image for the crown prince. Sylvain loses his brain cells and asks if it'd be a safer rumour to have the crown prince be in love with his retainer.

Dimitri doesn't take him seriously for even a second.

Sylvain has never been more serious in his life.

"Dimitri, come on, you haven't ever said my name! I think you came out of the womb being all 'Your Highness' this, 'Your Highness' that." "I'm not sure what you mean, Your Highness." "You're so full of it! Just once? Please?" "I'm afraid not, Your Highness."

Sparring = flirting? Dimitri loses his composure whenever Sylvain really gets into it and tries to win, but it's a 50-50 chance on whether he actually succeeds.

Sylvain refuses to make the first move, when it's like that. Dimitri's heart's too big, and Sylvain doesn't want to know if he's being placated or pursued.

Unfortunately! Things get blown to bits during the timeskip. Dimitri damn near loses his life trying to prevent Sylvain from being captured by Cornelia's men, but he manages it. Unfortunately, he's still got a hell of a lot of wounds to lick while the Gautiers regroup in Gautier territory. The surrounding lords are skilled enough at diverting search parties before they can stumble upon a humble-looking cabin in the woods that houses Faerghus' most important people.

Sylvain's heart breaks when he sees his best friend, the boy who'd been sworn to him since the first time the sun came up, looking like hell now lived inside him.

"What are you doing? You've done your share, Dimitri. You don't have to do this anymore." You don't have to hurt yourself for me anymore. Please don't hurt for me. If you die for me, I worry that I couldn't even hate you for it.

Dimitri hasn't let go of Areadbhar since he returned. Maybe once, because eating had required it. But he sets it down in that moment and approaches so that there's no more than a handful of inches between them.

"You asked me if I was bothered by having to stay by your side. Do you think I would not have fled, across the sea or over the mountains, if I didn't want to stand where I've stood all these years?"

"But you--" But you didn't have a choice.

Dimitri looks off in the distance. "Does a hound choose to be a carnivore? A flower, to flourish in the sun?"

"Those are bodily functions, Dimitri. Don't think that counts."

"Ah. I haven't made it clear then."

Sylvain loses it a little when Dimitri leans closer.

"I breathe, and I wake, and I think of you, and if there was ever a moment of doubt that you're the cornerstone of my heart, Sylvain, I'm afraid that was an error on my part."

Sylvain wants to say something about how Dimitri could have easily had the entirety of Garreg Mach's student body chasing after him like a pack of wolves after prey, but Dimitri has willingly walked into the trap of his arms, so Sylvain is in no mood to spook him away (read: irritate him in the way Dimitri never admits to being irritated).

They have rings, Blaiddyd-silver and gems coloured Gautier-teal, that are always there under gloves and gauntlets.

People say that King Sylvain never married because he grew tired of the women that cycled through his chambers. Dimitri doesn't particularly like listening to people run their mouths that way, but protecting Sylvain from prying eyes and centuries-old expectation has always been more important than defending his honour.

[suchaspookyginger]

'just on a whim' || a torao/lawlu playlist

track lyrics below the read more (it's long though)

secrets i have held in my heart are harder to hide than i thought || i'm sorry, brothers, so sorry lover; forgive me, father, i love you, mother || save your breath - half your life, you've been hooked on death || i fell in love, 'cause no one saw me the way you did || i wanna know what it's like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent || there's a box in your heart where you keep your feelings hidden || and maybe it's the past that's talking, screaming from the crypt || tremble, little lion man, you'll never settle any of your scores || i know this whole damn city thinks it needs you, but not as much as i do || i'm no good on my own anymore

left my soul in his vision, let's go get it out || last night i had a dream we were inseparably entwined || i'm on my guard with the rest of the world, but with you i know it's no good || i lose my voice when i look at you, can't make a noise though i'm trying to || can you hear me say, "don't throw me away"? there's no way out || best friends, ex-friends til the end, better off a lovers and not the other way around || in the morning you'll learn i disappeared off into the night so quietly || i'm exhausted by my heart || when the road began to crumble in front of my eyes, there was only one person i wanted to find || can't stop thinking 'bout the nights that i still regret

and the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up || my friend says "you're not alone," but that skin still doesn't feel like home || reaching for the deep end but i can't swim || it's not that i don't feel the pain, it's just i'm not afraid of hurting anymore || i've been on the run since i was a boy, but i'm now done running, got another thing coming watching my enemies get destroyed || who am i without this weight on my shoulder? oh god i'm dying to know || i've been running away i forget what i'm running from, but it still scares me today what i found in you love || smitten's a bad look on me || in the name of the father, the skeptic and the son, i had one more stupid question || i don't know where i'm going, but i don't think i'm coming home

a half-empty [boy] don't make me laugh i'll choke || my eyes want you more than a memory || it's actually pretty easy being nice to a bitter boy like him || god knows where i would be if you hadn't found me sitting all alone in the dark || your dark brother wrapped in white, says it's good to be alive, but now he rides a comet's flame and he won't be coming back again || i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take || this was the place i grew up, now it's ashes to ashes || i've been ripped up and tossed like a mouse, wrestled with the heavens and the devil himself || why drink the water from my hand, contagious as you think i am? || i just want to make it vanish, but the notes of an old mistake still ring louder every day

you're always getting curious and leaving town || i could never define all that you are to me || i wouldn't test you, i'm not the best you could have attained || i can't process what i'm feeling now, this skin i can do without || i woke up with the sun, thought of all of the people, places and things i've loved || love of mine, someday you will die, but i'll be close behind || they say an end can be a start, feels like i've been buried yet i'm still alive || i'm chasing down my demons, i can hear them breathing. but who knew you would bring me comfort? || i won't fight for anyone until you move my hand || rainy days and bad luck comin' my way, i look for when i'm lost so i don't go insane

this is all your own battle to win, this is your ship and you are the captain || i'm feelin' like i'm messin' it up, i'm callin' out your name and god help me 'cause i'll never love again || got my heart in your hands and your hands on my chest || strange life i live, but it's what you've decided, i'll give it all into your hands || i won't make the same mistakes that i've made for fifteen years || oblivion is where i'm headed, my mind is on the brink of going supernova || and as the world comes to an end, i'll be here to hold your hand. 'cause you're my king and i'm your lionheart

[luxmaeastra]

Sebastian should have just kept his mouth shut. But he's not been able to live with himself. Innocent's deaths were slowly destroying him - even if Natalia told him a mistake didn't define him.

It wasn't a mistake, he'd known what he was doing.

He'd let Cyrus get in his head, he'd trusted Changelings. Forgotting the first damn rule they taught - trust no one but your mate and those forged with you in harship.

Cyrus had done neither of those things.

He stared at Samyaza, the boy was Xaden's age at 18. He'd wanted to help the Fae, rid them of the Asteri and Valg hovering over them.

He'd failed.

At least failed in the ways that had gotten him Shunned. Sebastian stared down at him, at where he curled on the ground twitching.

His magic bound, his limbs had been suspended above the palace gates for all his clan to see.

Had his baby sisters watched?

Samyaza flinched away from his touch, from his movement. What other horrors had Temeluchus inflicted on him?

Why hadn't he helped his own son?

He dragged his eyes from his nephew to Agenor.

"We need to do something."

Agenor blanched and turned away.

"He isn't our concern. We need to win this war Sebastian. We can't get distracted.

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Sebastian listened to Agenor's War Council meetings in a haze. His gaze critical as he saw the flaws up close now.

All the ways the Asteri were stagnating, all the ways they were tearing themselves apart.

They wouldn't survive the rebels, let alone the rebuilding efforts.

"What is you're thinking?"

He snapped his eyes to his mate, they stood in the corridor after another deeply disappointing meeting.

Sebastian felt that Blood Vow like a vice on his neck now.

The Asteri and Valg were unifed for once, they should be taking advantage of this - they shouldn't be cautious.

The thousands of whispers over the years about him finally solidifying in one conscious belief...

"Agenor isn't right for the throne...I am?"

He hated that he questioned even that, even after everything no one had wavered on him. No one had questioned his leadership - but him.

Natalia wrapped her arms around him. Her eyes filled with triumph and something darker.

"I was waiting for you to realize it my love. Shall we get you a throne now?"

He exhaled, fingers running down her jaw.

"I - will you hold me in check?"

She shook her head, nipping at his fingers.

"You don't need me to. Your heart was in the right place my love."

He exhaled, leaning back against the wall. She was silent, letting him process.

"Sebastian?"

"Hmm?"

"I do have a request though."

He looked to her in expectation.

"I want to make them pay for they did to you."

He supposed she only waited because he had been that broken by it. That she'd been so scared to loose him...and she nearly had.

He straightened, pulling her into a hard kiss.

"Wipe them off the fucking world my love. Make them fear for every gaining my attention."

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His skin felt odd without the Blood Vow running through his veins. Lopsided and weightless, he'd distantly heard what Natalia had done.

She'd leveled the Clan, wiping it from the lands. The other clans hadn't helped, locked their doors.

Apparently they'd all screamed and begged for mercy - hadn't he? Hadn't Djel and Ghezen?

One act from Cyrus had sent them all reeling.

Even if Djel and Ghezen were alive now, safe now.

Now Elianna would stop haunting his damn nightmares.

He hadn't realized how many people had wanted him in power. How easily Maeve had freed him from his Blood Vow. How quickly the others stepped into line from a word from Natalia.

Just how long had she been planning this?

"Did you hear what Natalia did?"

Sebastian rose his eyes from the war map. Agenor wouldn't ignore protocols, he'd never allow for something like this.

"I told her to."

He rose to his feet, meetings his cousin's stare. Agenor represented everything his parents had fought for, but he had none of their fire. He held none of their iron will and ruthless heart.

He could not lead them, and with the rest of them in the front - they weren't here to stop this.

Again, had Natalia and Maeve planned it that way?

Even if he held the throne for weeks he'd be relieved.

He was doing something before Ayla or Samkiel killed him.

"You need to step down Nor, you aren't who we need."

He tried for gentle, he didn't succeed. Agenor's jaw clenched, his magic rising. Those red eyes flashing, but Sebastian remembered their time in the war camps.

He wouldn't have survived without him. He was a diplomant, a scholar - he wasn't a killer.

"And if I refuse? You don't have our Blood Vow on you. Will you kill me brother?"

Sebastian swallowed, the silence made his skin crawl. But he held his place.

"I don't want to have to take it by force Agenor. But I will if I have to."

He was banking on Agenor wishing for little blood shed, now that he had a mate would he want to risk her?

Agenor held his gaze for a long moment, he stared at the war map. He slid the coronet ring off his finger and tossed it on the table.

It rolled toward Sebastian and stopped.

"Will I remain on your council?"

Sebastian took the ring, he felt the power singing for him. He slid it on his finger, mentally splitting it and sending half to Natalia.

He would not rule alone like Unir had.

She was his equal in every fucking thing he did.

He smiled sadly, at least he was trying.

"I wouldn't wish for you anywhere else brother."

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The sensation of the power, the knowledge that everything they had wished and wanted for was now in their hands. She had never wanted to push him, she hadn’t wanted to be the power hunger woman who destroyed her mate. But he had been dying just sitting on the sidelines, withering away and she couldn’t shake him. She couldn’t force his hand, she couldn’t make the choice for him.

Seeing him now finally stepping forward, taking what was rightfully his. Natalia smiled as she sunk into her seat, her legs curled up under her as her fingers traced over the sensation of where his ring would be on her own hand.

Did he know how proud of him she was? Could he feel it down their bond? She wanted him to feel it and grow his wings, she wanted him to take pride in what he was doing and what he was becoming.

A king in his own right, answering to no one. Her eyes rose to the nearest window.

I am waiting for you, my King.