#And it was harder cause i couldnt go back once i cut something

[small-spark-of-light]

day 21 was to draw something only using black and white!! bonus lineart cause i Love how it looks

[jeffsfavoriteknife]

Jeff x Jealous! Male reader

Includes: Jealousy(obviously), gay shit, public sex, use of the word malewife

You glared at him from the corner of your eye as he sat with what he called his friend, jealousy eating you alive. Everytime you saw them together it ate at you, you knew he had told you that they were just good friends but you felt he was lying to you, Jeff was known for lying and it just seemed so cut and dry that he was into the guy. You stood up from the coffee table you sat at suddenly, slightly startling the guy next to Jeff as you walked off, not wanting to see him for a while, he was fucking with you, taunting you, and yet you did nothing except walk away.

You felt a hand on your shoulder tightly grip you and turn you around to none other than Jeff. “Mind tellin me what the fuck your problem is?” You glared at him before pulling away ‘you know what my fuckin problem is’ he angrily huffs, clearly fed up with your shit as he shoves you against the wall “i already told you im not fuckin with that guy, even if i was whats it any of your damn business?” This caused you to hesitate on answering, leading him to catch on “no fucking shit..” he griped your jaw and forced you to look up at him, his cold yet dangerous eyes staring back

“you could have just said somethin, i will admit your pretty fucking cute and look quite breedable” you clutched the bottom of your shirt tight ‘the fuck is that supposed to mean??? I cant be bred you fuckin idiot’ he gets closer to you, clearly towering over you as he smirks “nah i definitely could, youd make a cute malewife, i know damn well you got skirts and knee high socks in your place, ive seen you wear them once or twice” face bright red with embarrassment you rolled your eyes ‘of fucking course youd be the one to watch people through their houses’ he pulled you to him, letting out a dark chuckle “i can tell that your not pissed about it tho” he eyed your pants as you yanked your shirt down more to cover yourself “let me help” he didnt give you time to respond before yanking your pants down along with your boxers ‘JEFF! we are in public! Someone is gonna say something, are you insane???’ “Absolutely” he didnt hesitate to turn you around and position you so you were basically offering yourself to him ‘wait wait wait! I havent,,done this before’ his eyes glinted at this as he gripped onto your thighs, yanking his own pants down “you have no idea how fucking cute that is to me, ill be the first AND last one to ruin you” he pressed himself into you, your tightness causing him a bit of trouble but nothing a good old slam wont fix.

This made you cry out in both pain in pleasure, one one side the burn was excruciating, on the other hand he was rubbing right against your prostate causing your cock to throb. He picked you up by your thighs and pounded into you mercilessly, wanting to hear every ounce of noise your mouth could make for him, he wanted to RUIN you. You cried out, mumbling his name along with incoherent sentences but he loved every moment of it, you crying out his name making him go even harder. Your back rubbing against the wall was no doubt going to leave marks but you were hooked on his cock and couldnt bother to ask him to stop, you were basically drooling while the man you swooned over for so long wrecked you. You tightened your grip on him as you came, the entire time you did he was watching your cock twitch with every spurt, yeah, he wasnt gonna let you go. He dug his nails into your thighs, leaving marks in its wake as he bit into your shoulder, drawing blood and pumping you full of him, overfilling you to where some was spilling out, you rolled your eyes in the back of your head in pure bliss

(Yeah its short but its 3 am and since im a slut for jeff im allowed to write short lil stories that is just sex w hardly any plot teehee)

-🖤🔪

[s0lar-ch3ri]

i make a new theory post on a frog (psoilers ahead)

with theories such as felipe is evil and/or working with niklaus:

(post from aethlingg, his post can be found here! note: after research they no longer do jrwi content but rather qsmp content [specifically q!bbh and q!forever from what i noticed! theyre still very cool so go follow him [heres to hoping ik how he/they pronouns works btw])

(post from redcloverf3y, their post can be found here! i cannot find if they still do post jrwi and just talk about other fandoms rn, but nonetheless go follow them!)

(post from razberrypuck, its post can be found here! they def are still into jrwi from their lil bio and shit, but theres also others things they post, like q!charlie [or qsmp in general] and stuff, follow it too!)

to theories of what demon actually got felipe:

(post by pulchrasilva, their post [correct the pronouns if im wrong, i couldnt find anything on the blog] can be found here! considering how five or so minutes ago they made a jrwi post, they def still talk about it, as well as other things, go follow them!)

to even some on felipe BEING niklaus (which i reblogged and stuff):

(post is from aethlingg again, this one can be found here! for once i cant get a full image because its a long one but ill be talking bout my tags on it too)

theres been 2 posts on how felipe wasnt the culprit (heres one by wrinklemcdinkle) (heres another by ralexsol) ive seen, so im throwing my own theory into the mix: the demon is kuba kenta and kk (or mr. kenta) has relations to both niklaus hendrix AND the compass. lets get into it!

lets start with the tags i wanted to use (i found they werent actually on the felipe is nk post, but rather on the second felipe is being framed post i linked)! theres a couple details here i mention but why do i say kuba in particular?

the only person who could actually have something against gillion straight up is jayson ferin, mainly cause he got stabbed by him twice, but jayson isnt a demon! you know who is a demon though? kuba kenta. so for jayson, mr kenta was the perfect way.

as for felipe's escape, the rope was burnt, correct? who has fire powers again? mr ferin. when felipe was being investigated or whatever, kuba contacted jayson and he got him out of there, leaving there be reason to assume felipe was dragged to hell.

yes i do think felipe was controlled by kuba to hurt gillion, it plugs up some plot holes thats for sure. so how would felipe been target if he only pulled the card the next day? because felipe probably was a target since he was born.

its important to point out the compass not only having effects like kk's scratches do (give nightmares, cause physical reactions/changes, etc), but a similar color pattern to both niklaus and felipe. (pointed out by several people before me, like aethlingg in his actual essay about evil felipe working with niklaus shown above) another interesting detail is the nk tattoo is used with a moon attached, felipe's choice of goddess to worship. he immediately finds a friendship with chip when about 4 eps ago, niklaus had been given a stick by chip (important cause of how it was harder to spy on niklaus since the stick was in his room and stuff before, i think itd also add in an idea of "greater connection with the person" and stuff). i could go on and on abotu their connections.

lets get back to the connection of niklaus and kuba. how would they even have met? probably something like chip did for his deal. as the quote above shows (found from the post by redcloverf3y, heres another link to it), people who have that desire for their goals will find him, not those who look for it. why would kuba need to strike a deal with desire daddy? because how else would he be able to use felipe. theres no way the curse would change the free will of felipe (it didnt do that for chip or gillion), so if he wants felipe to be a better puppet, he needs something to interfer with that. niklaus and kuba cut that deal, and felipe doesnt lose that curse on him, well to the others. kuba wouldnt have been able to give felipe the nightmares, anytime we see him hes with the three, so someone would have seen him get scratched! even if he got scratched in the couple months before they met him (cause felipe was six months old, not a couple days), the scars dont fade, rather theres the black ooze to them that burns, making it not a forgetable thing.

speaking of that, lets move onto the daggers situation. why the fuck would a tour guide have such dangerous daggers, poisonous ones to be exact (i heard it had poison effects somewhere, but sadly cannot find any info about that)? felipe has no need for poison daggers! he literally can spit acid! that means its only being used for its forgetfulness, which doesnt make too much sense to me since its not like being stabbed isnt just something you remember but theres the fucking pain of it too (example being, when i was younger and we were in the car getting ready to leave some place, there was this like tightness on my foot and i look at the door and [because it was one of those automatic doors and shit] it was closing on my foot. i didnt remember getting my foot in there and i still dont know how it happened, i do remember though how much of a bitch the pain was. not close to the pain of stabbing im sure, but you still remember the pain even without the memory of how it got there). that leaves one last usage: actually stabbing. again, hes a tour guide, he has no reason to need to stab people, no reason he should have a dagger that damaging, let along access to one like it. you know what has good weapons, ones with magic and shit? the navy. hell, theyre building a mechicanical leviathin! they of course have magic weapons for combat and such. and being a vice admiral, kk would have access to all of them. he gets a dagger for felipe, uses his deal to make sure felipe does whats needed, there.

so why would pulling the card get kuba as his enemy? its the magic of the cards! why would felipe hate gill? why would gillion dissappear only able to be brought back by powerful magic (whole can of worms for niklaus's abilities btw, needed to point that out)? the cards! theres also how felipe did reveal what his plans with gill were gonna be, but its probably just the cards.

i do also think the compass is related to kenta cause of their abilities being matched and it kinda fits him, a man driven even beyond the grave to reach a goal, even if that goal is only known by him...but this is long enough!

i hope i fed someones wants and if theres any contradiciting (or even more proving) evidence, lmk and ill try to counter it, bye and ill see you probably in a writing thing ive been putting off since this morning to write this

[ravynnwritestrash]

I've Loved You Since Eighth Grade (rewrite) Chapter Eight/ Ending

Chapter eight

Word Count: 816

Description: Last chapter!!! I finally finished this thing. I don’t know why it kicked my ass so hard but thank you for sticking with me through this crazy journey.

A/N:

I spent most of the day lounging around my house. Watching whatever is on TV letting the hours tick by. I called Donna and let her know I talked to Jackie and that I wasn’t running away just yet. Now that the sun had just about set I was sitting on my window sill smoking a joint I found tucked away in a stack of old books.

The weed was old and gross. It burned my tongue with each hit but I needed my anxiety to go down. I needed to stop thinking about Hyde and how the longer I stay away the harder it becomes to go back. The phone behind me once again started ringing and I thanked my lucky stars I could Reach it from where I was perched.

“Hello?” I asked watching my joint burn down.

“How long are you planning on staying gone?” it was Hyde any thought I ever had left my brain and I was left there staring at the ground below me as though he was just going to appear there if I didn’t answer right now. “If you don’t start talking I’m coming over.” Fuck. say something. Say anything. “Fine be there in ten.” I heard the click of him hanging p the phone and just let it drop causing it to swing on the cord.

If I was a smarter person I might get out of my dirty PJs and start thinking about what I was going to say. Instead, I slid down from my first-story window, joint still in hand, and walked over to my old swing at the edge of my yard.

As I waited I convinced myself it’s best to have your heart broken in your pjs because you don’t have to worry about heartbreak ruining your favorite shoes or shirt or whatever. Yeah, not getting dressed was a good call. Sleep shorts can’t be ruined and this is Hyde’s sweater anyway so he will probably want it back. I peek inside the sweater to make sure I had some sort of shirt on for my walk of shame back into my house.

“What are you doing?” Hyde’s voice cut through my thoughts causing me to almost fall of the small wooden swing.

“Jesus Hyde! Are you trying to kill me? you have to warn a girl,” he smirked for a second before it was gone again. He started walking behind the swing.

“Says the girl who disappeared for two days after I found out she might actually like me,” he took the joint from my hand and dropped to the ground crushing it under his boot before giving the swing gentle pushes not letting me get too far away.

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t know what to do or how to handle that, I just froze,” I said looking back at him. He sighed twisting the swing so that I was facing him.

“You’re telling me you want to let Jackie ruin our friendship?” He looked mad. I felt myself starting to panic.

“No. I’m telling you that… I’m scared my feelings for you are going to ruin our friendship.” I couldn’t look at him.

“So, she was telling the truth?” all I could do was nod as I finally looked up at him. He started to laugh and let go of the swing. I stood up ready to walk back to my house.

“You don’t have to laugh at me. Just say you don’t feel the same and leave,” I said backing away. In a second his hands were on my face, gently holding me in place.

“For how long?”

“It’s like she sai-”

“No. I want you to say it” I took a deep breath.

“Hyde, I’ve been in love with you since we were in the eighth grade.” his eyes were searching mine and they must have found whatever they were looking for because in the blink of an eye his lips were on mine and I was melting into his slightly chapped lips.

“I’ve been wanting to ask you out since that stupid eighth-grade writing contest”

“So do it,” I said looking up at him.

“Was kissing you not enough?” his thumb ran across my jaw and I shook my head “Fine. (Y/N), will you please go out with me so I can stop trying to find friendly ways to touch you?” I couldnt help the laugh that escaped me as I nodded. He pulled me into him kissing me one more time, his tongue ran across my bottom lip and he pulled away. “I can taste how shit that weed was,” he joked causing me to smack him in the chest.

“Is that really all you are thinking of when you kiss me?” I joke holding on to the shoulders of his jacket

“No, I was also thinking about how sexy you look in that sweater”

[samdyke]

top 5 scenes/episodes/arcs that deserved horriblebreakdownnatural go!

OKAY MICKEY I DID THINK ABT THIS A LOT and these are Not in any particular order but i have thoughts SO (below the cut bc its long)

1. sometime in s2 (after having met max for sure like seeing his powers be used for something violent & learning he also has psychokinetic abilities) sam shouldve had a full meltdown about his powers this is a PRIVATE MELTDOWN he goes to the woods or smth in the middle of the night and just loses it. full screaming at the sky “what the FUCK is HAPPENING TO ME” yes his psychic abilities would act up during this display and he would cause like. a crop circle or knock over trees and that would freak him out even more so hes like crying and trying to calm down because he’s terrified of what will happen if he Doesnt calm himself down. there’s a lot of choking down tears here because he just wants to be fucking normal, he tried so hard, and he has no idea what the hell is inside of him. he slips back into the motel before sunrise and dean never finds out about this one. like this post was Correct

2. okay this is SIMILAR but not the same hear me out. PRE swan song, as in the night between dean agreeing that sam can say yes and try to fling himself into the pit and it actually happening, sam shouldve been able to fully lose it. because holy fuck???? what the goddamn fuck is this? this breakdown potentially all happens at bobby’s house once again alone - he goes out to the scrapyard and looks up at the sky and prays to god to help him, asks why this is happening to him, why god wont do anything. please. please. there is, of course, no answer. this is sam’s last night as sam, and if things go well he’ll spend the rest of eternity locked in hell with lucifer; i think he’s entitled to a little screaming and crying and desperation

3. i gotta say like. fitz was right on the money with a post soul-fixed sam dean having a complete and utter meltdown like this. its just like......sam couldnt process for so long and dean was absolutely repressing everything for the year he lived with lisa and ben and to truthfully recognize what sam went through and everything.....horriblebreakdownatural MUST include both of them having a very late night hazy crying fit because once DEAN starts crying about how he never shouldve done it he shouldve said yes to michael or found another way sammy oh god you were so good im ao sorry you did it but i shouldve protected you i shouldve protected you then sam would also cry i think. they need this. its catharsis

4. i personally think dean should have had a breakdown after learning that mary was a hunter. not then and there in the past because goddamn no time (hah), but there’s no fucking way he would’ve been able to cope with thee mother mary, angelic perfect figment of comfort and home, the pure martyr for whom his entire life was ruined, was actually. a killer. a hunter. and she hated it. i think maybe he would be telling sam about it and it would hit suddenly and he would just feel sick, this is the kind of breakdown where you’re throwing up bile and you cant catch your breath and maybe youre crying?? but thats not the point its the absolute crushing weight and sickness when you learn that someyhing in your life has irrevocably changed in the worst way

5. cry harder repression boy: i want that tearful horrible painful breakdown from dean that we were all waiting for after despair. when he processes what cas said? and what that MEANS? oh i wanted the full breakdown here. this isnt something he can drink away because cas is fucking DEAD and cas loved him, he’s deaf Because he loved dean, like. i think that it would be jack asking where cas was that would actually seal this particular breakdown deal and dean would have to flee to go privately lose his shit which is of course not that private. think a prayer like purgatory 2.0 but 20x more desperate, which turns into threatening chuck because rage is the natural companion to grief

honorable mentions: sam after expelling gadreel (this would be horrible. imagining sam sobbing about killing kevin is genuinely making me ill), dean after leaving cas in purgatory (a prayer that turns to desperate painful screaming at the sky which sam hears but they never talk about), dean after getting cas BACK from purgatory (to cas), sam learning that he’s lucifer’s true vessel, at some point i think dean or sam shouldve had a car meltdown (u know screaming at the top of your lungs while barelling down the highway, crying, lots of obscenities).....theres def more but these simply came to mind. feel free to share w me your epic horriblebreakdownatural moment suggestions

[tastyykpop]

Can you make a smut + angst jealousy fic for Ten or Jeno please~ thankiee

I hope this was okay. I made it a best friend au if u don't mind🙈

ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴅɪsᴀsᴛᴇʀs

Pairings: bestfriend!ten x reader

Genre: smut, angst

Warnings: jealousy, slight d/s themes, slight choking, marking, possessiveness, unprotected sex, creampie, rough ish sex

"What are you doing here?" Ten asks walking into the living room where you sat watching tv. "Thought you had a date with that guy?"

"I did, but he called it off again." You mumbled.

"Again? Isn't this like the hundreth time? What a joke." He plops down on the couch next to you.

You side eye him, ready to question the attitude but chose to close your mouth instead.

Shrugging with a sigh, you bite your lip, "Its nothing. Hes probably busy." You knew that wasn't the case. The two of you were all over the place, it was either you guys flirted and went on dates like couples or he ditched you to do something with his friends and side chicks.

You were basically his fling that somehow dragged on for months. And ten couldnt stand it. Seeing you get beaten down and crushed like an egg made his heart sink. But to be honest, it wasn't like he minded the extra attention. Once you and that guy started talking, you were dragged out of his life and hardly talked to him unless it were times like this or when you bragged about the dude, and if he was lucky, a sleepover that came once in a blue moon. Ten probably shouldn't have felt this way, but he couldn't help his jealousy. He wanted what the guy had. He wanted you.

"Give the bastard up already." Ten says, "All he does is break your heart like its his favorite hobby. Then he has the fucking audacity to get back with you like nothing happened. Open your eyes, y/n, he's not good for you."

You grimaced, looking up at his uncharacteristically fuming face, "You don't know him like I do. He's good to me."

"Oh cut the shit. Stop being so naive."

Glowering at the man, you shake your head, "Im not naive and its not my fault you don't like him."

Ten sighed, "Jeez you can be a bitch sometimes."

"Excuse me!?" Your brows furrow, "Ten, stop acting like a dick. Why can't you support me and my decisions? You always find something to complain about with your overprotective ass."

"He treats you like shit, thats literally all he does and I have to sit here and deal with it." Ten growls.

"Then leave i don't fucking care."

Ten snorts, "Youre kidding. You're gonna push me out of your life just because I'm calling someone out. Well I got a newsflash for you babe, thats not how life works."

"As if youre any better." You mumble, thinking ten couldnt hear you. But you were very wrong.

"I dont have to do a thing to be better than that motherfucker." Ten glares before leaning closer to your face, "I could treat you better than he ever did. Like a fucking goddess, but no, you chose him."

"Youre so fucking annoying, ten." Your eyes met your best friends. This was probably the biggest mistake you've made. So many years you never bothered to say anything about your small crush on ten, afraid it may ruin the friendship between you two. But knowing its mutual, you could practically hear your heart crack. Those wasted months could've been months spent with ten, but they weren't.

Ten stared back into your hurt eyes with no expression except frustration, "Good i can keep going. I could write a whole essay on this loser."

"Ten, shut the fuck up! I'm tired of your fucking voice!"

Immediately ten stops talking. Though hes still frowning like an angered child who didn't get their way.

"God, you can be so frustrating at times." You say.

"Frustrating?? Whats frustrating is you being him and not with me." Ten says, breaking his short silence as his face was still inches away from yours.

Your back is just about touching the arm of the couch, tens breath fanning your face softly making your face heat up ever so slightly.

"Seeing him kiss you, hold you-makes my blood boil more than you think." Finally your body was pinned to the couch, ten just barely hovering over your lips, "Im going to make sure he knows who you belong to after tonight."

You yelped as you best friend clashed his lips into yours, much rougher and desperate than you thought he'd be. His hand snaked up your thigh, grabbing and kneading at the skin before he moved it to your hip, loving the small sighs against his lips.

"Youre so desperate," ten mumbles. He swipes his tongue just over your lips as you find yourself chasing his lips, staring at the string of saliva attached. "I finally get to have my desperate little baby." Your pants were off in a matter of seconds along with your panties. Tens fingers already taking in your soaked cunt as he lifted his two fingers up in front of your face, smirking down at you. "Already dripping too. Can't believe you thought about going out with him when you have me."

"Never knew you could be so jealous." You tore your gaze off his arousal coated fingers. "But I'd wish your shut up about it."

Ten sucks his fingers clean before leaning down to bite your neck, earning a gasp as you tilt your head to the side for him. "Dont push it."

"Can't help it." Sighing at the feeling of his teeth sinking in and the small hickeys he's giving you, you reach up to tangle your fingers through his hair, "Youre mad and jealous just because of some guy."

"Not just some guy, babe. A fucking douche." He lapped over the bruises he created on your neck. The purple and blue color was a work of his own art and he wasn't afraid to show it off to anyone and everyone.

"He was nice."

He arched a brow, "Dont lie."

Soon enough, both of your clothings were discarded. Nothing could turn back whatever was going to happen now, and surely not ten who had his hand wrapped firmly around your neck, squeezing the sides tightly but still enough for you to breathe. And as crazy as it may seem, he loved seeing you gasp and wrap your small hands around his wrists.

You moaned at the sudden fullness at your core, the stretch making your back arched a bit off the couch as you pushed your hips into his. A hand carefully placing itself on your hips, but not bothering to push it down or keep it in place.

Ten wasn't going to waste time, he was already thrusting into you at a reasonable set pace where you both moaned, you being louder than he thought.

"You like it?" Ten chuckles to himself, "Of course you do because I know how to fuck you good." He sent a particularly hard thrust just to hear you scream in pleasure. Your nails clawing at his back causing ten to hiss, throwing his head back.

"Youre the worst." You call out, digging your nails further into his back, sure there will be cuts the next day.

He choked you harder, eyes rolling back from the adrenaline rush, "But you love this cock so much, love how I call you mine and not his. Fuck, I should just fill you up over and over again with my cum." You moan at his words, ignoring that stupid grin on his face, "Want me to fill your pretty pussy up, kitten?" Nodding frantically, you gripped his wrist with both of your hands, feeling your orgasm coming closer with each thrust.

"Feels s-so good." The couch screeched against the wood floor as ten pounded into you with no mercy. Each vein of his cock made your walls tighten around him as you got near. " 'm gonna cum."

As if he couldn't move faster, ten surprised you when your body banged against the armrest, desperate for you to cum around him. "Cum, baby. I wanna feel your cum."

You didn't need to be told twice. Everything came rushing out of you an instant, body shaking as ten continued with stuttering thrusts before he finally released inside you, mixing your cum together as he slowly fucked it back inside you, finally pulling out.

"Stay away from him for God's sake." he placed a chaste kiss to your lips. "Or dont, I wouldn't mind him seeing the mess I made."

[detective-gum-chew]

okay okay okay

i know this isnt an orginal idea by any means but roleswap!narumitsu is just so good

so youll have to indulge me because this lives in my head rent free and i want to write it down concretely somewhere (also this gets LONG so ill pop a cut in here)

alright so:

1. at least in my writing of it, this is also a no-dl6/gregory lives au. but as well at that, miles and phoenix didnt go to school together

2. this means that there was nobody to defend phoenix at the class trial (yes i know the money stolen was edgeworths but shhh lets pretend it was someone elses, kay?) this lead to phoenix becoming not only bitter, but somewhat obsessive over the idea of punishing people that do wrong

(if someone can find that quote where phoenix talks about how he could have become a prosecutor because of the trial i will give u a gentle kiss on the forehead) 

3. Edgeworth was raised by Gregory and ends up becoming a defense attorney

4. in this, Von Karma goes down and Franzy is adopted by Gregory, and she assists Miles in his cases. (she can still have a whip, as a treat.)

5. anyway with that set up, lets get into some cases

6. Larry gets accused of Cindys murder, Miles defends with Franzy

7. Lets say Mia was in the crowd of that trial and decided to contact miles, seeing as he appears to be another uncorrupt lawyer and asks him for his help in taking down Redd White

8. He agrees, and she sets a time for him to meet at her office so they can talk. Mia then calls her sister and updates her on how shes going to recruit another person (Redd White hears this)

9. Much like the original case, Mia gets murdered, but this time, Maya isnt here to be blamed. Instead, its Miles himself, as the name that White heard over the phone (so basically we’re speed running to the “defend yourself in court” part)

10. the prosecutor today is Phoenix Wright.

11. but before that lets go into some backstory actually. Phoenix had encountered Mia previously during the Terry Fawles case. He had respected her as a peer, if not for just her determination and deductive skills. (After all, he was young at the time and solely focused on punishing the wicked) After Diego’s poisoning, he had briefly reached out for condolences

12. but anyway, Phoenix had distantly respected Mia, and now that she was dead, he was going to be tough on whoever he thought murdered her.

13. Miles proves his innocence, although it takes some baiting to get Redd White out of his building and actually into court. 

14. Wright is... not pleased about this, but theres not much he can do. His displeasure for Mias murder has shifted, but theres a new displeasure for Miles, the man who could beat him in court. (”well well well, you managed to save your own skin. But you should hope you get as lucky as you did in your next case”)

15. Next case! We know Miles is a steel samurai fan, so even without Maya it takes very little convincing for him to take the case. (Fran is not as amused but trusts her brother... enough.. to follow his lead)

16. Case proceeds mostly as normal, with Phoenix requiring Dee to re-do her testimony (maybe something deep within him still itches to put the true bad guy away, even if its harder than the accused)

17. I dont think Phonix would deliver the unnecessary feelings line, although there definetely is that moment in the lobby where hes like “hm. maybe you arent a bad person, but that doesnt mean i have to like you.”

18. and now, now now now, we finally get to the part where i somehow managed to put the most thought into. (for context it is nearly 2 am when i am writing this)

19. sleep schedule aside, you couldnt have thought i would made this WITHOUT some good angst, so here we go. case four is similarly structured to the original, but with an extra side of Phoenix angst.

20. Miles wakes up to Franzy shaking him. She points to the television. the news is on, but the voices are drowned out by a distant ringing as he stares at the image on the screen.

Famed Prosecutor Phoenix Wright Arrested For Murder

21. it just doesnt make sense. So he gets out of bed and into the closest clothes he can find and out the door with his sister in tow. He sits in the cold detention room, thinking about the other side of the glass.

22. Phoenix Wright looks dull. He asks what they want. Miles says he wants an explanation. Wright sneers and asks why. For some reason, that pisses Miles off. He slams his badge to the glass and Wright looks surprised.

“Do you know what this is? It’s my attorneys badge.”

“the badge doesnt mean youre a good lawyer.”

“Well Mr Wright, its 2-0, so i dont think you have any right to say that.” Miles glares at him and Wright sits back in his seat. He watches Miles for a long time.

“If im going to defend you, you need to tell me what happened.“ Wrights eyebrows shoot up and Franziska squawks at his side

“What do you mean defend him!”

“What she said.”

Miles narrows his eyes at Wright as he ponders to himself the answer. Why is he doing it? the answer comes to him. 

“Because i dont believe you did it.”

For all his snark, Miles cant bring himself to believe that the man in front of him would kill someone. Theres something about him, either in his eyes or the way he carries himself that makes the idea itself preposterous. Wright looks at him for a long time after he says it.

“Very well.”

21. Miles doesnt seem him until court, but at least he testifies. The next person up, a red head by the name of Melissa Foster, gives a testimony that seems airtight.

22. that is, until he looks over at Phoenix, who is pale as he looks at the woman on the witness stand. Phoenix catches his eye, and very carefully, very slowly, mouths one name.

Dahlia Hawthorne

23. (I really wish i could continue with the more narrative parts of this but im honestly running out of steam and ill get to the point lol. Maybe ill finish it later.)

24. Terry Fawles dies on the stand. Diego Armando falls into a coma. Dahlia Hawthorne walks free. Even after what happened to Diego, Phoenix is convinced he can do better. He sets up a meeting with Dahlia.

25. Doug shows up, trying to persuade him away from it, saying he overheard Dahlia’s plan to kill Phoenix when she arrives. Phoenix is cocky, and the pair fight. Doug gets shoved into the powerline. Phoenix, thinking him dead, panics and runs.

26. Dahlia, having overheard, goes back and finishes him off, drops some poison into his mouth perhaps. With an accidental death with a cause so obvious, nobody bothers to run blood tests (until Miles)

27. Its years later, and Phoenix gets a note that tells him they know what really happened to Doug. Phoenix arrives to a meeting place to find a dead body. He picks up the vial of poison almost absently. 

28. After all, Dahlia had gotten rid of Diego and Mia was dead. Now all she had to do was get rid of Phoenix

29. It plays out similarly to case four, with Phoenix being absolved of the first murder, then confessing to the old one. Miles has gone through the work to save his life once, that he cant not do it again.

30. but happy endings (ish) for all, with Phoenix being freed, Dahlia imprisoned and Miles having a better understanding of both him and Phoenix.

31. maybe more happens but we’re at bullet point 31 so its time to stop for now lmao. uh but yeah! roleswap au..... brainrot really.

[ndoandou]

Hiii! Can you do a scenario where Mozart's s/o is really drunk she even dont recognize him and when he's trying to help her go to her room she says that she have a boyfriend or something like that??? Idk if it makes sense😅😅

Here you go darling @aycan15nevzatova !💜💜 le drunk s/o x mozart fic //sorry it took a bit long qwq

Your request reminded me of the drunk bridesmaid meme xD i couldnt help but imagine MC and mozart here🥴

🎹Drunk Yet Loyal🎹

Pairing: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart x MC

Warning: mentions of vommiting, nàśťìě english

Sfw

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MC had made aquaintance with some of the ladies in town. They invited her to have a couple of drinks at the local bar this evening, the same bar where arthur would usually go.

She forgot to tell Mozart thd day before, so she figured she would go tell him now, even though it was rather.. last minute.

"*knock* mozart...?" MC said softly as she knocked on his bedroom door, only to not to get a response.

She invited herself in and mozart was no where be seen, when sebastian happen to walk towards MC's direction

"Herr mozart is having a meeting out in town. do you perhaps need any assistance with something, MC?" Sebastian said as he spotted her looking for mozart

"Ah sebastian! I was just going to tell him that i am going to the pub this evening with some ladies.. could you perhaps pass on this message to him when he comes back? I have to leave very soon." MC explained to sebastian

Sebastian frowned slightly

"Are you sure thats a good idea, its quite late isnt it?" Sebastian said, worried about MC's decision

"Dont worry! Its near the mansion and i wont be home that late" MC said with a reassuring smile

Sebastian thought for a bit

"Well.. i suppose you are right. I will pass on the message to herr mozart. Please do not come home too late" sebastian said

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"She WHAT?!" Mozart exclaimed as sebastian passed the information to him.

"My appologies herr mozart, i tried to convince her otherwise, but she insisted" sebastian said as he felt responsible for MC's reckless decision

"I really cant take my eyes of her for one second.. the moment i do, she does the most impulsive things ever." Mozart pinched the bridge of his nose as he exhaled sharply

Sebastian gave him a sympathetic look.

"Seems like ill have to head over to town again.." mozart said as he put on his coat once more

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"Ehehehehehe, and then i put salt into arthurs coffee- BWAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAH" MC said as her laughter boomed through the pub, slamming her fist on the table. MC

"My, my, mademoisille~ you seem to enjoy drinks a lot.. though i wouldnt suggest you to have some more" one of the ladies said

"Dont worry! Im *hic*-"

Mc was cut off as the door to the pub had been slammed open, revealing a furious mozart.

This had caught everyones attention

"Seems like the musician came to pick his lady up~" the other lady said giggling

"MC! We are going home, now." Mozart said as he marched towards MC

MC failed to recognize the man that had demanded her to go home. She stood up, almost losing her balance and started yelling at mozart furiously.

"And who do you think you are?! Telling me to- mph!" MC stopped mid sentence as she felt the contents of of her stomach rising up her throat abruptly. One of the ladies who happened to be sitting next to an empty bucket instinctively shoved a bucket towards MC and mozart's direction. Mozart immideately held the bucket, forcing her to sit back down as MC began puking r a i n b o w s. Mozart's expression twisted into disgust. As disgusting as witnessing someone puke is, it was his dearest MC. He rubbed circles onto her back as one of her lady friends handed her a clean piece of cloth.

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Mozart was walking down the dark street, carrying MC who had a bucket hanging over her face. Mozart didnt want people to stare at her lover in such state any longer, which is why he excused MC and himself out of the pub as soon as they could.

"Oh schatzi.. what am i going to do with you..?" Mozart said as he sighed to himself

MC wasnt well enough to respond.

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They both arrived into the mansion, MC had stop puking but she still wasnt well enough

some residents in the dining room wondering what on earth was this sight in front of them. Before anyone could open their mouths, mozart spoke up

"No one question anything." He said as he casually walked past everyone, MC in his arms, heading towards MC's room.

As they reached the front of MC's room, mozart gently place her on her feet and took off the ungodly bucket off her head. He put the bucket to the side and slowly guided MC in.

"W-wait *hic* why are you taking me to bed?!" Mc panicked, resisting him but failing.

"Shush liebling, take a seat on the bed.. i need to change your soiled shirt" Mozart said, but MC pulled away harder

"No!! You can't do that, i *hic* have a boyfriend!" She yelled out as she ran over to the corner of the room

MC was so drunk that she failed to recognize who mozart is. Mozart found this incredibly funny and adorable. He decided to play along with it.

"Oh? Really? What is your boyfriend like?" He said with an amused chuckle, folding his arms.

"He *hic* he comes of as mean..b-but he has the biggest heart in the *hic* world" MC said as she leaned on to the wall for support

"He.. is very good *hic* with the piano and.. he knows how to make my heart flutter.." MC continued

"I.. love him... very.. much" mc said as she begun to lose her conciousness, which mozart quickly rushed towards her side, cathing her on time.

Carrying MC in his arm, he slowly carried her over to her bed, softlt putting her down.

He laid down next to her admiring her sleeping form, carresing her face. He couldnt stop thinking of what MC said about him.

"It may not seem like it.. but you really make my heart go crazy, schatzi" mozart spoke to the unconcious MC as he gave her cheek a kiss.

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Extra:

"Mm.." MC groaned as she could feel the sun blazing on her face. She noticed that she was in her night gown.

"What on..." MC said as she tried to recall what happened last night, thats when Mozart opened her bedroom door with a cup of warm tea in his hand

"Ah, you woke up." He said as he sat over next to her, handing the cup to her.

For some reason Mozart had this angelic aura around him which made MC question the situation more

"What happened last night..?" MC asked cautiously

"Lets say.. you drank irresponsibly and i had to take you home with a bucket over your face" mozart said with a playfull chuckle

All the memories from the previous day begun flooding back into her head, causing her to freeze. Mozart patted her head softly.

"You should really stop doing the most thoughtless things, liebling.. you were lucky that nothing serious happened last night" he said, still patting his lover

"Im sorry.. i was going to tell you about my plan but i forgot.." MC pouted as she took a sip of her tea

"Its fine. But i suppose i have to glue myself to you so you dont get into trouble." Mozart joked as he gave her a quick peck, making her lips curve into a smile

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[idjitlili]

Legolas x reader

Summary: being close friends with legolas , and joining him on the fellowship. But damn he gets too touchy , not that you didn’t like it.

Warnings: teasing,sexual themes, fingering , dick touching.

A/n i dont know what this is really. @tmbm123 requested it.i tried.

Word count:1759

You had been friends with legolas for a long time, you weren’t an elf , you were a human. Your mother was a witch but she would never hurt someone innocent,she had cast a spell causing you AMD her to become immortal. You had met legolas in Mirkwood forest , when you were young ,it did lead him to take you to his father. You only went into Mirkwood because you had wandered away from you mother and could find her. As apparently Thranduil trusted no one , after his wife died, he thought everyone who entered Mirkwood were spy’s.

You wouldn’t be surprised if people were trying to assassinate him, all he did was mock dwarves , sass, and pretend to be a princess. Eventually they let you go, when your mother came looking for you, turns out your mother was friends with the king somehow. Thranduil didn’t know she had a daughter.

Anyways after that legolas would come to see you often after that, you both soon became buddies, legolas helped training you. As Mirkwood was poisoned and there was evil growing, you needed to be able to protect yourself. Your mouth watched in awe at you and legolas training, even Thranduil did when you would go there. He didn’t really like anyone else other than elves, so it was surprising, he was a little jealous, missing his wife.

You and legolas would go adventuring around , for centuries, until 13 dwarves came to Mirkwood and everything changed. Legolas didn’t tell you about it , or them reclaiming erebor and killing azog until after it happened. He told you he was leaving to go in search of a ranger named strider and he wished for you to accompany him. You had asked why he told you about his father being cold ,controlling, and he couldn’t live in his shadow anymore.

You had agreed , bringing him into your house while you packed, your mother wasn’t home. You knew she would forbid it , not wanting to lose you so you simply wrote her a letter, leaving it on the table. Once you had packed, legolas led you to his horse, he mounted on it,holding his hand out to help you get on behind. Which you took jumping on the back with an ‘oof’ .you wrapped you arms around legolas waist ,blushing, you had been crushing the elf for a long time. You rest your head against his back, moving his hair aside. Legolas ushered the horse to go quickly before your mother arrived home.

“I swear if I lose my virginity to this horse ,legolas. I will cut your hair.” You whined, you really didn’t want to lose your virginity while riding a horse, he gasped your comment.

“That’s very dirty y/n..” you pinched him in the side , at his sarcastic

comment,backing him Yelp in pain.

“I mean riding it-fuck off. You know what I meant.” He chuckled at you before focusing on the road again.

Once you had met strider , he assumed that you were with legolas you both assured him that you weren’t, he raised an eyebrow at this. You and legolas became close to strider who you later found out his real name was Aragorn. The heir to the throne of Gondor.

Now you sat on a horse, that Eomer had given you , with legolas sat behind you and Aragorn on another horse with gimil behind him. It was like when you had left with legolas but he was the one with his hands around your waist. You had already found Gandalf today, turns out he’s Gandalf the white now. Anyways you were on your way to Theoden ,something about him being possessed or evil.

After you found out you would have to run in search of Merry and pippin, you had quickly cut your long pants into shorts with your knife. Legolas had watched in wide eye, he had never seen your mid thighs bare. Gimil and Aragorn laughed at legolas , who you looked up at catching him starring.

“What i couldnt run fast.” That’s all you said before you all started running.

Yet still now legolas couldnt stopped staring at your leg, with his head rested on your shoulder.You were focused on getting to your destination,when you felt a hand rub against your right thigh. Legolas had removed his right arm from your waist , leaving the other clutching onto you, as he moved his hand to stroke your lower thigh. You tried to ignore him, but then his hand traveled up high, on to your inner thigh, his stroking becoming harder. You gasp,”legolas not now please.”

He smirked at your response,ghosting his hand high and higher before it got to your moose,briefly resting his hand there. You frustratedly reached you hand back to above his knee squeezing it hard, making him remove his hand quickly. “As much as I want that not here.” You muttered not sure if he even heard. When you reached Rohan you had befriended Eowyn.

Then on the eve of the Battle of the Pelennor Fields, you know the place with the tents. She had forced you into a dress after confronting you on your feelings for legolas. The dress complimented your figure , making your burst look bigger and waist smaller. Not that legolas didn’t think you were beautiful anyways.

Eomer, Eowyns brother took interest in your humour and clothing before the change but after his eyes almost popped out. You about to walk to search for legolas and the others , when Eomer has approached you. “Miss y/n ,you look very beautiful tonight.” He compliments you sincerely smiling at you, “thank you Eomer.your sister made me wear it.” You has smiled back at him.

“Awe. Don’t tell anyone but she did the same thing to me when we a little younger.” He whispered, you giggled “how old were you?”

“18, she was 13” you burst out into laughter soon after he did too, unknowingly to you legolas had been watching the whole thing.”why did you agree?” You questioned trying to breathe,

“She’s very convincing what can I say!”

“I bet you looked great, next time you drsss up please invite me to see.” You smirked, only before Eomer could reply legolas had stomped over to you dragging you away.

“I look forward to see you Eomer in that dress.” You shouted to him looking back, he smiled at you , waving. He knew of legolas’ crush aswell it was clear.

Legolas dragged you Into a tent,harshly “what was that for legolas?!” You shouted angrily at him. He said nothing just placed his hand on your cheek and the other on your waist, pulling you closer. He leans down to your ear, his breath on your neck, his hand running up your side. “ you do it on purpose.” He growled, his eyes moved down your body ,”why do you have to be so beautiful.” He now whispered, pulling you into a tight hug, your breasts pressed against his chest. “Don’t you mean why am I so beautiful.” You whispered flirting with him, he grasped your chin leaning in slowly.

“OI y/n are you in here?” Someone called going to open the tent you and legolas separated quickly. “Yeah, i am.” You replied , as merry stepped in. “What are you too doing?” He asked , suspiciously. “I just came to ask legolas if he had seen any potatoes. I am really hungry.” Legolas smirked at your response, and merrys eyes lit up, “I knew you would want some potatoes come on I made some already.” He jumped towards you in excitement, grabbing YOur hand pulling you along. You looked back at legolas smiling apologetically.

After that battle , you all were drinking in celebration, after Theoden made a speech. Merry and pippin were dancing , Legolas and Gimil were having a drinking contest, which lead to Gimil passing out drunk. You sat next legolas, Aragorn infront of you both. You were a little drunk as was legolas; it made him more confident.

He spoke to Aragorn ,complaining about something you don’t know what ,you were focused on swishing your beer around in your cup. You hand had made its way on his thigh all night, eventually it was on his area , stroking harshly causing his cock to harden ,That was until legolas hand was on your thigh, going under your dress, on your bare skin. You gulped trying to ignore it, sipping your beer, then his hand gripped tight then let go to venture up higher. He made his hand right infront of your sensitive area, before rubbing at sonic speed between your lips. Damn he wasn’t even your boyfriend you face now bright red. You sipped your drink coughing, when legolas slipped his fingers into your wet hole.

“Are you alright y/n?” Aragorn hand asked concerning , as legolas added another finger, legolas acted like he was worried about you. “Yeah I’m fine , I think I am going to go , it’s too hot in here.” You tried to act normally, “yeah I have to agree with you there.” He chuckled, legolas curled his fingers in you, you try to hold in your moan.

You pushed legolas hand away , secretly before standing up , getting out from the seat. “Goodnight.” You spoke still red. “Wait someone should go with you.” Aragorn suggested,”I’ll take her , if you don’t made me living you Aragorn?” Legolas smiled at Aragorn, as he nodded his head.

Legolas grabbed your arm leading you to your chambers, as soon as bayou got outside , you smacked legolas. “What were you thinking legolas.” You angrily whispered, walking fast. He shrugged,smirking. “Why in public on horse and now infront of aragorn. What the hell we aren’t together.” He grabbed your shoulders turning you to face him before smashing his lips into yours roughly, biting your lip causing you to open your mouth allowing his hungry tongue,His hands around you waist tightly.

As you pull away he whispers “I love you y/n. Too be fair you did touch me first.”

“Yes I did but the horse thing was-. I love you too princess.” You embraced Legolas tightly.

“Come on let’s go.”

“Where?”

“Too finish what you started.”

[happys-crazy-queen22]

No One Messes With Our Son

Gif credit @tylerlockwood

Requested on wattpad

Hope you all enjoy

Happy reading dollies

Taglist: @nocturnalherb16 @jesseswartzwelder

Warning: kidnapping, school shooters that are kids, gang recruiting of young kids.

"I'll drop Damon at school then I'll met you at work". You spoke to Kevin while stuffing Damon's books into his backpack as he ate his breakfast.

"Sounds good". Kevin mumbled with a mouth full of food.

"Lovely". You rolled your eyes with a laugh. Kevin pulled you into his arms.

"I'll see you then sexy mama". He kissed your lips.

"Gross, I'm trying to eat and I want to keep it down". Damon scoffed and grabbed his bag off the counter. You giggled into Kevin's shoulder.

"Boy, I'll remember that when you want to kiss your wife in front of me". Kevin patted your butt and he followed his son to the door. "Especially at your wedding. I'm getting up just as you're about to kiss her and go nuh huh, gross". He shook his finger in his sons face with a chuckle.

Damon stood there with a straight face. "Can we go now"?

"Yes, big baby". You had your keys in hand, grabbed another kiss and had your booty smacked again from Kevin before walking out. Damon groaned.

"Just get in the car". You told him with a giggle. This was one way to torture your son.

On the way to the school the ride was quiet, Damon didn't have anything to say which was unusual for him. Usually he's talking your head off but today was different.

Pulling up to the school you stopped. Taking your hand you gently took Damon's chin in your hand and made him look at you.

"You okay, baby"?

"I'm fine". He said with a sigh.

"If you want we can blow off school and go to the station. I'll call your teacher and tell them your sick or something". You offered, knowing he would jump at the chance to skip school.

"No thanks. I better get going. Love you mom". He put his backpack on and hopped out of the car, running to the group of boys that were huddled into a circle.

You watched for awhile seeing if something was wrong but they started laughing and playing around like normal teenagers so you let out a breath and headed to work.

Walking up the stairs to the station everyone was already working. You walked over to Kevin, wrapping your arms around his neck as he sat in his chair.

"You alright"? He rubbed your arms.

"Yeah, just worried about Damon. He seemed like something was wrong or concerning him".

"He's a teenager so it could be anything".

"He didnt want to skip school. He'd give his right arm to skip school and he has". You remembered when Damon broke his arm and got out of a test. He was so happy getting out of school.

"Oh. That's not good. I'll talk to him once he gets home. It'll be alright. Don't worry".

"I'm his mom. I worry". Kevin kissed your cheek and you headed to your desk to start the day.

Soon your mom instincts were right something was up but not with your son.

"Hey Kev, Y/N where does Damon go to school"? Adam asked from his desk while on the phone.

"That all boys fancy school. I cant remember". Kevin tried to think.

"Carters prep. Why"? You asked with a chuckle.

"There was a call saying there's been a gun man seen on the premises".

You didnt think, you just ran down the stairs and to your car. The team and Kevin behind you racing to the school.

"Please let Damon be okay". You prayed as you drove up to the school entrance.

"What's going on"? You asked the on scene officer.

"Four kids are missing and there's a gun man wandering the halls. We have the place surrounded but haven't seen any gun. We tapped into the cameras but there's nothing out of the ordinary".

"Four kids missing is not out of the ordinary"? You scoffed. This guy must not have kids.

"They could be skipping or just hanging out in the bathroom. Joking around".

"Either way. We need to find those kids and the gun man". You ordered as Kevin came up behind you.

"You're going to want to see this". Kevin's voice sounded distraught and it worried you.

Following him to the computer where Adam was watching the camera's.

"What's going on"?

"Damon was seen being pulled into a classroom. He wasn't fighting back". Adam gulped. Damon was his little nephew and he couldn't bare to think about what may or may not have happened.

"We need to get there. I don't care if you send just me. But one way or another I'm going in there to get my son". The panic was sitting in as you spoke to Hank. He knew it too.

"Alright. We all go in. Jay, Adam and Antonio take the front. Kevin, Y/N and I will take the side while the others take the back. Got it"?

"Yes, sir".

"You okay"? Kevin pulled you aside.

"Not until I get our son out and know that he's safe". You walked away, holding back tears.

"Let's move in". Hank ordered.

Entering the school, it was quiet and seemed like a ghost town. It had a eerie feeling as you walked through the halls.

"Which room, mouse"? You asked over your ear piece.

"Room 321. Down the hall and to the left". Mouse reported back.

The three of you tip toed down the hall, getting almost at the corner.

"Guys incoming. Gun man or should I say gun kid standing at the door".

"Kids"? Hank repeated.

"Yeah, he's wearing a school uniform. Looks about 14. Maybe younger".

Hank haulted everyone. "Mouse is there another way to get to the room"?

"Go back down the hall and take a right. Then a left. Then another left. You'll cut him off".

"Alright. Kevin, you take that way and Y/N and I will give you a go when we're ready".

"Be safe". You told Kevin. He sent you a wink and headed down the hall.

"I'm here, Serg".

"Alright. On my count. One. Two Go".

Hank and you rushed to the door. The boy saw you coming and immediately dropped his gun on the floor. When he saw Kevin walk up with a gun he laid on the floor and started sobbing.

Kevin picked the boy up and handed him over to a uniform that came in.

"Is there any more in there with guns"? Kevin asked the boy.

"One more. We didnt mean anything by it. They said we could get in". He cried.

"Get in? Get in what"? You questioned.

"The gang. We were told that if we took over the school they'd let us join them. They gave us the guns. I didnt want to do but Marus said we had too".

"Marcus Turner"?

"Yeah".

The officer took the boy away from more questioning.

"Turner's recruiting boys from private schools now"? Hank scoffed.

"The kids on the streets know to stay away from him if they want to live to see tomorrow". Kevin replied.

"What's our son have to do with Turner"?

"He's has cops for parents. What's most street thing you can have in your crew? A kid that has cops as your parents. Its saying screw you".

"I'm going to kick that kids butt". You growled.

"Okay. Let's move in". Hank opened the door and there was Damon on the ground with two other boys while another stood there with a gun.

"Drop it now". Kevin ordered. You ran over to Damon.

"Are you okay"? You checked over him. He seemed fine.

"I'm alright. Have a headache". He groaned as he rubbed his head.

"What happened"? You asked the boys around him. While Kevin cuffed the boy with the gun.

"Damon didnt want to come so Jason smacked him with his gun and dragged him in here". One boy said.

"Okay, let's get you to an ambulance". You helped Damon up and got him out of the school to an awaiting ambulance.

"He may have a concussion. He needs to be looked over". The EMT said. You nodded and held Damon's hand.

"I'm sorry, mom".

"Theres no need to be sorry. You didnt know this was going to happen".

"I did".

"What"? You asked shocked.

"I knew they were coming with guns. But I thought they would chicken out because when Marcus gave them the guns Jason peed his pants. I didnt think they would do this. We were just joking about getting into the gang".

"Do you know what could have happened if they actually shot and killed someone? You could have prevented this by telling me or your dad. Damon I'm very disappointed in you. I put you in private school so you would stay away from drugs and gangs but you directly went to one and tried to get involved. This is not you". This was not your son and you couldnt believe that he was one of five causing this.

"I'm sorry mom. I really am". He cried.

"We have taught you from right and wrong. We taught you to never go near a gun. We told you about what drugs and people like Turner could do to you but you completely ignored it and now you're in a mess of trouble. There will be serious consequences for this and I hope Voight doesn't go easy on you".

"I'm sorry". He cried harder as they loaded him into the ambulance. Kevin came up behind you wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

"Did do go wrong with him"?

"No. We lead him in the right direction but peer pressure is more powerful than a parents love". Kevin held you tightly.

After Damon was checked out and seen that he was going to be okay. He was made to write an apology letter to the school and the community. Hank made him do community service with ex gang members. They told him about why they got out and why they wished they never got in. He washed all the police vehicles and helped out at the station never leaving your sight. Kevin and you kept a better eye on him and his so called friends.

[kendricksendrick]

12, 30, and 39!

Ok so im a piece of shit and have no idea what these were referring to anymore so imma just write some random stuff for you!! (Sry in advance for spelling mistakes!)

-2012-

“Help us turn our dreams into a reality?”

Beca smiles, halfheartedly at the pretty redhead offering her a flyer. Shes seems nice, way different than her friends back home, but still theres something about her that caught her eye and had her wandering over to the booth in the first place.

“Sorry i- I dont even sing. But thank you.” Beca offers one last smile before quickly turning and walking away from the booth.

It wasnt that the girls she had just talked to made her uncomfortable or anything, (well, the blonde that scowled at her throughout the entire exchange certainly made Beca uncomfortable) but that redhead? There was just something about her that felt so familiar to the freshman.

She shook her head, trying to wipe those sparkling blue eyes from her mind and headed back to her dorm.

-30 (or so) hours later-

“See you at auditions!”

And with that, the redhead (and boy toy) turned on their heals and left Becas shower stall.

What. The. Fuck. Had just happened??!

Obviously Beca knew what just went down, the redhead from that stupid acapella group had just invaded her shower and checked her out, thats what happened. She had to admit, although the entirety of the exchange was probably ranked currently at Number One on Becas lifelong list of ‘what the fuck’ moments, there was something inside of her telling her she had to see this girl again, this time on her own accord.

Beca let out a deep sigh as she turned the water on hotter than it needed to be. She just needed some time to think. And maybe do other things to a certain area of her body.

-39 days later-

“You guys waited up for me?” Beca was shocked upon arriving to a dorm filled with Bellas after her short trip to jail. Immediately making eye contact with Chloe after Kimmy Jin left, a smile painted itself onto Becas face.

“Of course we waited up for you.” Chloe was practically beaming at Beca.

—

Eventually the Bellas filed out of her rom, one by one until there was just one left.

“Thank you.” Chloe said in a soft voice. The two had been sitting in an awkward silence for only a few seconds after the last Bella left.

Beca shot the older woman a questioning look, raising an eyebrow and turning in her chair to face Chloe who had spread out on the bed.

“For you know, punching that dude, protecting us I guess.”

“Oh yeah, of course Chloe. It was nothing really.” Beca offered an awkward smile and got up, heading towards her closet as she realized she was still in her flight attendant uniform. “Sisters, right?” She turned and met bright blue eyes as she said that.

“Yeah.” Chloe sighed, she almost sounded lost in thought.

“Um Im just gonna change real quick i-“

“Yeah no, I won’t look, dont worry Becs.”

The younger woman blushed and the smile on her face grew as she watched Chloe turn away and pick up her phone. Something between them was off a little, like the air was filled with electricity or something, she couldnt quite put her finger on it though.

“Nothing you havent seen before Beale.” Beca pulled on a pair of sweatpants as she heard Chloe chuckle behind her.

“You do have a rockin’ bod, what can i say.”

Now was Becas turn to snicker. Pulling an old tshirt over her head she turned back around, a sweet smile on her face when she met Chloes eyes again immediately.

“Ya think?” Beca wasnt sure what exactly was spurring her on in the moment, but she quickly decided it didnt really matter.

She enjoyed Chloes company, while this was only the second time theyd ever hung out alone (first being a coffee date a few days after initiation, Chloe had wanted to apologize for the whole shower thing). There was still something about the senior that drew Beca in, made her want to know everything there was to know about Chloe Beale. Making her way over to where Chloe was seated on her bed she plopped down next to her new friend.

“Well, I have seen you naked.” Chloe winked, causing Beca to blush. “And I have to admit, youve got a nice rack, Becs.”

“Shut up” Beca erupted into giggles and shoved at Chloes shoulder. Never one to accept compliments it was a natural response.

“Im just saying.” Chloe shrugged it off. “But if you want me to shut up youre gonna have to try a little harder than pushing me Beca. I dont know if youve noticed yet but I talk. A lot.” Chloe smiled at that, and Beca once again took note of the sparkle in her eyes. “So just telling me to stop talking isn’t necessarily going to do the trick.”

“Are you trying to tell me to-“

The sly smile and way the seniors eyes darkened said it all.

“-yes” Chloe cut her off mid sentence.

And that was all Beca needed to lean in.

-

I hope you enjoyed this!! I really had a good time writing it, i know its kinda garbage but it was nice to get lost in my head and create this little fantasy world again. I havent written in a while but whenever I do something short like this I’m always in a better mood. Thank you for sending this, im so so so sorry jt took me forever to reply to it (writers block, school, work, the pandemic, yall know whats up hahaha) but I do enjoy writing once in a while even tho I cant articulate everything as perfectly as I like.

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You Were His Mission

Summary- Winter Soldier takes you. 

Warnings- Non con, this is brutal and dark. Descriptive. DO NOT READ AT ALL IF THIS BOTHERS YOU. ABSOLUTELY NOT. 

Word Count- 1.7k

a/n- just because I delved into this story line does not mean I agree with it in any way, shape or form. It is merely writing and something ive wanted to see where I could take it. Remember its you as a reader to read the material you want. 

He watched you, you so completely unaware and innocent in your day to day actions, if he had a heart, well it might have been cute and scary for him, just how reckless you were. Didnt SHIELD ingrain some common sense in your fucking brains? You just left the for the night, and instead of going straight home, no you went to do something so mundane as buying groceries. And this my dear is where it all goes to shit for you. He came for you, blackness seeping from a shadow without sound, the silver in his hand flashing in your vision before your air was cut off, scrambling your hands against the metal, and with a vibrating click of plates shifting, his strength forced you to your knees, and the last thing your swarming vision saw was empty eyes staring you down between whisps of brown hair, the bottom half all wrong? A mask? You couldnt process as your eyes rolled back and blackness took over. 

Where to take you was not the issue, Hydra had provided the Winter Soldier with bases scattered across continents, and ingrained in his mind was every fucking last one of them. So you went to the nearest one, cause it wouldnt be long till SHIELD notices there little asset was missing. And would remain missing. Honey you were a mission, and he didnt leave them unfinished. Seeing you lay there all crumbled, full lips parted and the softness of your skin on your neck already showing yellowing bruises from his fingertips. Made his cock twitch, and people like him had broken souls filled with demons. You were fair game. 

You groaned as you woke up, his lips turning to a smirk hearing such a pretty sound, and your hands came up to rub your face, trying to recall what had happened. Where you were. Your thoughts didnt even have a chance to catch up when heavy boots snapped against the concrete, and a glance up showed the owner. Whirring noise followed his arm shooting out to grab your hair, yelping as he hauled you to a stand, his other hand he wrapped around your throat to pin you against the wall, your eyes wide in terror at what stared back at you, struggling to break free, but his hand tightened, making you wheeze. A warning to you.

“Please, why are you doing this? Im just a tech.”

A lie, but he already knew that. He knew everything about you worth knowing and plenty of shit that wasnt. No the Winter Soldier wasnt going to waste his time with words on you, Hydra made you his mission, His arm pulled away from your hair, some of it getting caught in the metal plates, ripping free from your scalp. A hiss escapes when that happens, and his eyes narrow at the sound, you swore you could see the corners of his eyes crinkle upwards, as if he was smiling behind that mask. Reaching to his hip, he jerks out a blade, you cant even wrap your mind over what kind it is, its just all metal melding with his hand, sharp edged, and it was coming closer to your face, the tip dragging down just slightly from your eye and down along your cheek, the path caused shivers of anxious fear to riddle down your spine, gasping out in panic.You could feel warmth race down the line the tip had gone, and fall away. You dont know if its a tear or blood at this point. 

“What the fuck do you want?”  You try again, but theres no answer from him. He seems to be feeding off your fear though, another tightening of his hand against your throat, and spots sprinkled your vision again. With a quick snap, he twisted the blade sideways away from being a danger to you and jerked your pants down, his hand, cold and hard, the metal of his fingers dug into your inner thigh, dragging them apart. “No! Fuck no, please dont” You wheeze out best you can, but that doesnt stall him. 

No, he wanted to hear those groans and moans again, the cool metal touching your pussy, and the contrast to it made you squirm, your hands thumping futilly against his chest, your leg kicking out to as far as possible with them being twisted in your pants. Again your struggles just seem to amuse the Winter Soldier. The first dip between your folds had you trying to clench your thighs together, to stall him, but his thigh, hard as the rest of him wedged between them to block you. Pressure of a swirl on your clit followed to your entrance and stretch you with the force of two fingers, you shouldnt be turned on, you shouldnt ache for that thrusting pump, but he knew to curl his fingers inside you and brush that spot, and it just set you off, a gasp, whimpering in fear gasp broke, and he loosened his hold just enough for you to draw in a actual breath. 

And he continued, the metal actually warming from touching you, bringing forth the most humiliating cries of pleasure till you were a mess, sagging against the wall, trying to catch your breath with deep pants heaving your chest, but it still burned. Relentless, he didnt give you time to rest before he started fingering you again. You were not a person to him, but a toy. All for his amusement. The front of his pants tented from watching you fight against your orgasms, and the click of his arm shifted as he released his hold, the knife coming up across your throat, daring you to move. Your legs shook, but they somehow still held you to stand. 

Your eyes dart to the blade, or the hand holding the blade as he saw you take notice, now it really was pressed against your neck, any other bit of pressure and the skin would split. Your pants are now being yanked the rest of the way off, and his belt comes undone, not to be missed also was the zipper, and he slid them down enough his cock was free of the confines, angry throbbing mess, the head swelled with pre cum, and your legs tightened against the thigh he had wedged there, trying, oh trying so hard to escape. That just made his cock twitch once more feeling your struggle. 

You try one last time, your hands trying to push him away “You dont have to do this.... “ But you know really its not gonna help. In the time hes had you, hes not given you an ounce of dignity. You were merely his mission. 

Its now or never, and you push your entire weight into his chest and the knife jerks enough to nick you. With a snarl he whips you to slam your chest into the wall, knocking you into a daze. A jerk of your hips pushes your ass out into his groin, where you can feel his cock pushing to be inside of you. Now everything is different, you cant see him, his other hand is pressed against your scalp, holding your face harshly into the concrete wall. But you know hes coming for you, setting you up just for him. 

He thrusts in you with his own groan of relief, the way your pussy clenches around him, and just needs him as much as your fighting all of this every step of the way, a breathy sigh escapes you as well, he had built you up through your fear and anxiety for your damn life, and now your pussy flexed around him, squezzing. Within seconds he was thrusting himself in and out, jerkin you back and forth, the drag through your channel burning you with the power behind his hips, There was no gentleness as in a lover, this was a dominating fuck, you were his to do whatever he pleased. 

The blade slid along your jawline, and between your face and the wall, the tip pressing against your cheek to make you look over your shoulder. You were his, even in this position you would look at him, his hold on your scalp releasing so your head had free movement, You twisted as much as you could, and he dragged you off the wall, your pussy full of his cock and jerked you up and down without the wall crushing you this time, but instead you fell back against his chest, a twist of his hand ripped the mask off his face, and his teeth sunk into your shoulder, breaking skin and ignoring your panicked scream at the pain. It drove him faster, harder, more demanding. Hitting you inside, till your pain melded into pleasure and you orgasm around around his cock. 

“I cant... not again” you pant, even though hes still driving himself into you. It just speeds him up, his fingers twisting a nipple pushing through the layers of your shirt, His metal hand moving to cup and squeeze your breast, twisting enough to make you drag air from your lungs, you were his fucking mission, you no longer had any kind of choice. His tongue lavished up your neck, biting behind your ear, and that dragged a whimper from you. The Winter Soldier fucking owned you.

He continued, raw and sore you became, but over and over he would bring you to that screaming pleasured moments, his breathing ragged against your neck at the snap of his hips bruised your softer form, his hands a mix of pleasure and pain on your body, and now there were little knicks crisscrossing across your hips where the knife would jerk in his hand whenever he slammed into you. Then that last one he finally came, the rhythm of his thrusts staggering and that final slam filled you with his cum, and his release shuddered him behind him, the first real sound coming from him. 

“FUCK” and his hold released you to crumble at his feet, your body quaking, raw, bruised, done. The knife, he swung it in his hand a moment, looking down at you momentarily, but it never made that final descent, it slid back into its holster, and he tucked himself away. Leaving you for now in that room, locked away. You were his mission, Hydra sent him for you. 

They never did specify he had to kill you. Just to get you. 

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Lost Faith (Favored Ones, Part 24.)

Series description: Many things were surely fucked up in the year 2038, but no-one ever told anyone how all of it went down. What happened before a group of people left for Seattle to handle personal matters? Why did one girl refuse to leave all of it be? And why there were so many dead in the end?

Quote for the chapter: “Live with me in this sin forever.” - Danny Kiranos

Part summary: Seattle was turning into a living nightmare - but finally, you had an information you wanted so bad in your palms. You got to know where Abby is.

A/N: I am sorry for describing such open violence, it’s going to be really disgusting with the upcoming parts. It is how it is.

Warnings: Gore, blood, murder, infected, guns, shooting, angst, graphic depiction of manslaughter.

Word count: 5.8 K

Tagging:   @nemodoren @xxgoldenhour @missdictatorme​​ @davnwillcome​ @pickleriiick​ @jodiereedus22​ @gladiosamicitias​ @tamkashi​ @eternallyvenus​ @avengerssstuff​ @fangirl-inthe-us​ @avery-miller​ @mikah-writes​ @mad-hatter-98​ @sadiaafrin99​ @flavorishy

Series master list: H E R E

Joel Miller’s playlist for the bonfire occasions: H E R E

Youtube playlists: JACKSON DAYS | SEATTLE DAYS

Seattle, day two - evening:

It was dark outside for you to see anything. Maybe it was the coverage of the trees making it more difficult to see, but this place was simply too dark. But it came with one fact which made you realize that you maybe aren't that screwed. The Scars couldnt see shit either, so they were carrying torched to light up their surrounding. At least some of them to this degree.

"Who is that?" - Ellie whispered, looking around as well. You gazed back at her quickly to assure yourself that any of those fuckers are in close proximity to your bracken hiding spot. When you couldnt see any brown coat, you managed to speak quietly.

"These are the Scars. The enemies of the WLF. They communicate through whistling, so that's a catch." - You described your enemies quickly while getting up on your knees to see you'll be able to maneuver through the park, slowly getting some hang on the surroundings. - "They shoot arrows on sight, but if we take out of them, I can shoot back hopefully." - This was actually a good plan you came up with. There was no sureness if you'd make it out unnoticed, but taking out some of them could make your way easier.

"Hey, see these two loners next to the huge tree?" - Ellie pointed to a couple standing a few feet away from you. One of them was holding a torch and the other one was inspecting something, which made them an ideal target. Without any hesitation, you nodded and Ellie nodded back you, making sure you caught her drift. You were about to take them out. And so you got to the job, moving around as quietly and quickly as possible, running from one bush of bracken to another, waiting for a bit and repeating the process again. Ellie took out the standing one while you jumped on the back of the kneeling Scar, covering their mouth with your palm as you pushed your knife into the middle of their neck. It didn't even feel unnatural or too stuff by that pint. Your arm just automatically pushed deeper in, making sure that the son of a bitch stays dead when you let them go.

This couple was a bingo for the both of you - Ellie used the revolver rounds and you stole the four arrows you found at one of the bodies. Truth be told, this wasn't much ammunition - but it was better than nothing, that was for sure. Your chances of survival suddenly rose a little. Next, you made your way to another part of the park, killing everyone on sight quietly. Usually, you kneeled further away from them while Ellie hid behind them, waiting for you to shoot the arrow into their neck. After that, she made sure they won't get back on their legs ever again. If you'd had to admit something, it was you and Ellie being an extraordinary team when it came to killing both normal people and the infected. There wouldn't be any point in denying the fact.

It only got harder when you got to face the brutal scenery reminding you of the reality of Seattle. Two scars were dragging a man on the ground. He was pleading for his dearest life, crying out for help. And you'd help him if Ellie's palm didn't hold you down. It would be too dangerous to reveal yourself. If you wouldn't be too careful, this could be your faith as well.

The man was dragged to the third Scar, who was preparing a noose for him as the person watched him getting dragged on the mud, the stones and the branches fallen off the trees. This was making you sick from your stomach. You watched the shaming process until the very end - they hung him up and cut his belly open, watching as the blood and intestines basically fell out of his abdominal cavity. He was still fighting for his life when the group talked about him being freed from some sins or what. And as you and Ellie changed the position, hiding behind a fallen tree, you could see not one... But at least a dozen persons hung up in the same way.

"The TV station..." - Ellie sighed upon the terrifying sighting, trying to find some words to say. - "It was the Scars' doing. They hung the men up and killed Leah before we could get to her." - You finished quietly, looking at all of the people hanging there, being killed in the most humiliating way possible. With their hands tied behind their back, their abdominal cavity opened up and choked to death.

As you kneeled there and watched their work, of which the Scars were seemingly proud of, you felt another wave of rage filling you up. Without realizing what you were doing, you took out an arrow, watching a loner with a torch walking closer to you. It didn't matter in which fuckery did these psychos believed in. They were hunting down all people, putting them up as trophies of sorts, hanging each one of them in a gruesome way. Why should you have mercy when they didn't have any? Did their religion give them some sort of permission to do that to the others? Oh, you highly doubted that.

Some high-pitched sound was filling your eardrums up as your breathing got heavier and heavier. These fucks alone were responsible for Joel's death. No-one else was to be blamed then them. The beating of your heart was like drums inside your brain as you put your elbows high enough to go for her fucking head to shoot the loner down. Before Ellie could stop you from releasing the string, the arrow was on its way. What did happen after that, you didn't know.

Only glimpses of this action remained inside your head. Their begging when you circled your elbow around their neck as you sliced their fucking throats as if they were pigs. Shooting and yelling of commands, loud and warning whistling, begging for life. The blood soaking into the leather coats as the rain started falling through the coverage above. Suddenly, you winked again, waking up from the violent rage. You were standing next to the hanged man, who was still suffocating to his death with more than seven dead Scar bodies around you.

You were covered in blood from head to toes, trembling with your knife in your palm as you tried to remember what just happened. Then you noticed Ellie with her revolver standing in front of you with a blank expression as she was thinking about something, slowly putting the smoking gun down. - "Did I do this?" - One look around told you that you, in fact, cause all of that. All these people were stabbed to death, only some of them were also shot to their legs or arms.

"I couldn't stop you. It was as if... As if there was no-one inside you for a moment." - The girl confessed as you let the knife fall on the ground to follow it, puking into the small puddle of water. Your stomach was contracting for a long time, but nothing other than saliva left your body. You noticed a drop of blood slowly rolling to your nose as you concentrated on your reflection. Your eyes were empty, but it was the only feature you were able to recognize. You felt Ellie's palm tugging you up back on your feet, leading you to another hideout.

"They must've heard what happened here, so we better move it. You weren't exactly discreet or quiet with this matter." - The redhead whispered and started to wipe the blood off of your forehead. How could you know what you're feeling with the utter chaos roaming every small part of your body? You already started to grief for Joel as your brain slowly connected the dots, but it turned out differently than sadness usually does. It was indeed very useful, but not in your current situation. - "You holding up?" - She asked when she saw the spaced-out expression you had.

"Aren't you afraid of me now?" - A whimper left your lips as you felt the urge to cry. At that moment, were you still having the moral high ground when it came to Ellie and Joel? Or were you just like them since that moment? You killed at least eleven people in a spawn of two to three minutes. Like a brute. But Ellie shook her head with an unnatural expression. - "We do what we need to do. We endure and survive." - The girl told you and checked the surroundings once again. No-one was coming in your direction. It looked safe. - "Comic books can teach a hell load of stuff when you read the right ones." - She explained the quote as you made your way through an empty, corroded parking lot full of empty cars. As you found the staircase leading up, Ellie made sure she goes first before any of these bat shit crazy thoughts you clearly had would fuck your head up again. This wasn't what you two needed at the moment.

Well, fuck both of you, there were more Scars in your way once you came out of the building. Which could be a problem once you'd let yourself set loose again. So she made sure you're staying put by kneeling with you beyond one of the obstacles. - "Listen. I need you to shoot them down just like before, okay?" - Ellie asked you and watched your head nodding so she'd be at least partially sure you won't go all crazy again. - "Alrite. Imma go first there and you'll follow me once this area is cleared out, we clear?" - Again, you confirmed, preparing your bow and steadying yourself on your position. The girl was on the move and you just kneeled there, having the first one on your mark - you were ready to fire once you'd get the signal. It came soon enough. Ellie jumped over the huge guys' chest and sliced his throat - but that wasn't enough to bring him down. So, with a shallow breath, you went for his exposed chest, hitting the spot where you thought he'll have the heart. It wasn't sure if you hit or miss in the first few moments, but soon enough, you watched him crumble down like a house of cards.

You walked through this part of the city just like that - you sneaked around in the tall grass, took cover behind cars and walls and you were leading the long-ranged attacks while Ellie was doing the manual job. You didn't even have to be afraid that you'll go out of arrows. Scars had more than enough archers, which played in your favors. Sure, it felt weird to go through cooling bodies of your enemies, but it turned out these fucks had a lot of stuff. A lot of gun ammo, some first aid supplies, arrows, and... - "Wow. Would you look at that." - You mumbled to Ellie once you bowed over to pick a manual weapon. You snorted upon watching the blade of the machete, knowing damn well this girl will be put to use very soon. Quickly, you pinned into the small drink rack on your backpack with straps so it wouldn't fall out that easily, looking at Ellie.

"We should move on. Let's jump off here, to the other concrete island, yeah?" - The girl pointed her finger below you and you chuckled ironically. Well, not that you could choose. You've scavaged the whole place already and there was no other option for you to go. So you sighed and looked at your best friend. - "Please, may the Lord let me survive to see another day." - You said before jumping down. Your muscles jolted in a weird way as you muttered out a curse word. - "Watch out!" - Ellie yelled at you just before a Scar shot a bullet at you. Quickly, you pulled out your gun, trying to shoot him down as well while Ellie landed next to you, taking care of the other two men standing at the island.

When it was silent there again, you laid down on your back while Ellie sat down, catching some breath. - "Fucking Christ. We can't have one peaceful moment in this shit hole, can we?" - You stated, as a matter of fact, having your friend chuckling at it as she shook her head. When you caught at least a bit of energy, you decided to continue trough a make-up store to see where it leads. But mostly you chose this route because of the hospital war right behind it. Ellie went to open up the door just when it got torn from the doorframe.

A huge man in a leather coat came out of the doorframe, holding a massive hammer in his arms as he walked up to Ellie, having an obvious message inside his face. He hadn't noticed you, so you ducked behind one of the covers, taking out the machete from the place you've had it at. You knew it will come in handy - yet you couldn't know it will be so soon.

Ellie was in life-threatening danger - but you couldn't go to a one-on-one fight with this man. Against him, you were a branch on a dead tree. But you could surprise him. All it took was a bit of patience and a lot of hope that Ellie won't get hurt or killed before that moment.

Your guts told you when it was safe to go after the man, jumping on his shoulders and piercing the machete through his chest. This one was way stiffer than going for someone's neck, that was for sure. While you were hanging on the man's back, pushing the machete deeper with your torso, Ellie picked up on her legs and took her revolver out, going after the big guy's companion who was shooting arrows at you.

It was pure chaos, to say the least. The big guy groaned in pain as you felt your chest meet his shoulder blades, meaning that the machete cut through him. Finally, you felt the man collapsing under you while Ellie still had her little shoot out with the other Scar.

When the man was finally laying on his back, you could see the tip of your weapon coming out of his upper belly. But no matter how much the guy was hurt, he didn't seem to be dying just yet. So, without hesitation, you leaned down to rip the sledgehammer out of his grasp, finishing him for good.

The man was fighting back forcefully. He tried to push you down so much that you involuntary decided to fall into the deepest pit of the brutal animality - you stepped in his face with your boot, finally securing the sledgehammer... Smashing it right into his skull without the slightest attempt to stop yourself from making a jam out of the human being's organs.

The crack haunted your ears for another five minutes. You were standing above the dead body, watching everything sort of slowly leaking out of the man's skull. Your stomach was still kicking in, but you didn't feel anything anymore. The view was gross to look at, but... Your consciousness was completely quiet. There wasn't single remorse, no bad thoughts haunting your head, panic attack, or grossing out about yourself.

It scared you - especially when you realized that the only thought making you angry was that your machete was now stuck in the man's body, which made it unusable now. Unless you'd be willing to turn him on his back and pull it out again. Which you didn't want to do that at all. - "Fucking hell. Are you okay?" - Ellie turned her head at you and you, with an empty expression, turned your head at her back. Without a word, you nodded and went to check the other room to see if there's anyone still alive there.

It struck at the very moment. The emptiness inside your chest and head. You figured out why was it there. It finally clicked inside your head. This was what being fueled by rage felt. On the inside, you were eaten alive by hatred because of Joel. Sure, there was this thing about revenge which made you come to Seattle in the first place, but it wasn't the emotion of rage at the time. Yet the longer Joel wasn't there, the longer you processed that the Scars maybe killed him on the unfinished bridge, the more of rage was ramping inside of you. His disappearance made you lashing out on two occasions now - how many of these sudden lashing outs did you have in front of you? None? One? Ten?

This could cost you your life if you wouldn't be careful. And if you'd get that WLF whore into your hands... Oh, boy.

"Ellie?" - A mumble filled the silence as you made your way forward, swimming in deep water because there was no other way to get into the hospital complex. At the moment, you both stopped and just tried to keep your heads above the surface. The girl looked you in the eyes, knitting her eyebrows together. - "Don't let me get to Nora under any circumstances, can you promise me that?" - This demand clearly surprised your best friend. But to a certain degree, she could understand what was that about.

She didn't believe that Joel would get killed by a bunch of bow-shooting, whistling savages. No. He was a man who had to have his own back for twenty years. This very man was capable of murdering a whole patrol consisting of twenty people inside of a Pittsburg hotel, which she saw with her own eyes. This man taught her every small thing about survival inside the enemy's territory - from how to sneak around to making them terrified of her.

Yet the weird, unsettling feeling was tickling her guts. It was more or less a what-if situation which her brain wasn't accepting. No. Joel had to be alive. The man had to be fucking alive. Because she knew that if you'd bump into Joel's body hung just like the man you've seen being executed earlier, she'd fall into a way deeper and way more aggressive state than you were at. So, your demand made sense to her, having her promise you to keep you out of Nora's presence by any means necessary.

You entered the hospital through the lower floor, which was mostly flooded. Both of you went into an immediate quiet mode as soon as you recognized that you've finally entered the enemy's territory. Now, there weren't any bow-shooting savages who sometimes knew how to use a bow. Now, you had to be extra-careful, since you found yourself in a hospital full of trained soldiers. Especially, when one of them was sitting on a box with their back turned at you. - "Stay here. I'll deal with her, try to ask where Nora is." - Ellie instructed you before swimming off. With a quick nod, you caught one of the flooded boilers to take a bit of rest.

Ellie swung behind the person, putting her ejection knife to the girl's throat, tearing headphones out of her ears. - "Don't make a fucking sound." - Ellie muttered with ice-cold calmness, using her knee to make the girl raise both her palms up. - "Hands up." - Ellie said her point out loud, making sure she had control over the situation.

"Easy... Easy." - "You know a girl named Nora?" - Ellie asked instead of lowering her attention too much. - "Sure, yeah." - The girl nodded frantically. The sound of her gulping traveled all the way to you. - "Where is she?" - "In the hospital." - "Where in the hospital?" - You could physically see Ellie rolling her eyes at the dodging answers the headphone girl was giving her. But in the next moment, as the muscles on Ellie's arm flexed and pushed the knife closer to the girl's throat, she finally decided to speak clearly.

"They're c-clearing the upper floors. She's somewhere in there." - With the realization, you saw that Ellie's attention faded away into the background as she thought about something. That was the moment the headphones girl could fight for her life, and so, she was quick to take her own knife out, turning out to face Ellie. Ellie managed to grasp the girl's wrist holding the knife, keeping it away from her body. Without you grasping the situation, Ellie's arm sprung forward, stabbing the girl's throat straight forward, making you stop for a second.

You took a moment to see Ellie's response before you swam after your friend as you both watched the girl suffocating in her own blood. Well, this was starting in a splendid way. - "This didn't go as planned, did it?" - You asked and leaned closer to the girl, watching her face for the first time. And she was offputtingly familiar to your eyes. But honestly, you couldn't determine if she was a part of Baldwin or not in the state you were at.

"Fuck, of course, it didn't go as planned. Holy shit." - Ellie sighed, catching her temples with both her palms, trying to calm herself down. It was your time to intervene - so you stood up in front of her, catching both her shoulders in your palms. - "Calm the fuck down." - You mumbled, having the girl lowering her arms down as she started to stare at you. - "We need to move our asses if we don't want the WLF finding us standing above their stabbed friend. Get your shit together and let's go."

It was funny to see how your roles suddenly changed. Just a day ago, you puked the fuck out of you after you left the TV station, having Ellie and Dina calming you down, telling you that what you did was the right response in the situation you've found yourself in. Now, you were calming Ellie down after her body performing an automatic self-defense reaction. Ellie slowly nodded, gulped, and remained herself to keep her shit together, as you put it.

Both of you were so close to finding Nora. Nora who knew Abby. That Nora who was photographed with the rest of the Jackson-attacking WLF party. The woman who could tell you where Abby could be. So, you set on your way through the whole hospital. - "By the way, did Dina found any more things out? About Owen, Mel, maybe the Hispanic man?" - You asked when you gathered some bullets you've found in a small storeroom next to the spot the headphones girl was sitting at. - "I mean, we can maybe continue when you confront Nora. We don't even have to stop." - You offered, but to your disappointment, Ellie just shook her head.

"Yeah, from what Dina understood when I and Jesse got back," - "Jesse is here? Our black-haired Jesse? Jackson Jesse?" - You shot back almost immediately. The girl slowly straightened up, looking at you. There was no proper time to tell you she found Jesse instead of Tommy when she was in Hillcrest. - "He went after us all the way just the other fucking day after we left Jackson. Listen, I don't know what was he thinking either?" - "Fuck it. Just tell me what Dina found out." - You mumbled angrily, shoving some chocolate bar you've found down your throat.

This situation was bad. And it was seemingly getting worse and worse with each passing hour. If you'd be in Jackson, you'd be shaken just by the thought of killing someone else. Let alone sledgehammering their skull. But there you were, doing all you had to do if you wanted to survive long enough to see another day. But with Jesse joining you in Seattle, there was another unknown added to the equation. Dina was fucking pregnant with this boy. He was another person to feed, to look after, to protect. Sure, he could be helpful in more ways than in which was he a deadweight, but still... Your gut told you that Jesse joining you on your small Seattle quest was something that was about to end fucking bad.

"Dina thinks that Owen had gone AWOL, possibly with Mel, we don't know that yet. She was mentioned in the reports about Owen." - "AWOL?" - You asked back and Ellie thought about other ways to tell you the piece of information. - "He went dark, disappeared, WLF don't know where he is at this moment." - She explained swiftly.

The piece of information made you stop everything you were doing for a small moment as you looked Ellie in the eyes again. Owen had gone dark? Did he disappear? The man who was helping Abby with every moment of fucking you up was nowhere to be found at the moment? Was there a possibility you wouldn't get him the piece of humble pie he deserved? Why was it crumbling all down? Trying to get through it, you nodded, sighing once again.

"Let's go." - Your best friend patted your shoulder, leading you through the first floor of the hospital. Yet just when you were about to leave into a small opened space with a big white tent, her arm pulled you down. - "I kinda forgot to mention they have dogs. Look around, we need some plan to get done with this... Quietly." - Ellie instructed you. The information about the dogs made you worried. What should you do with an animal like this? While you couldn't take care of the dogs, you could see a way of keeping the men under your eye.

"See that nest out there?" - You asked, motioning to the other side of the small yard. - "Get me up there and we can make it work." - So, it was decided. For the first time, you tried to keep the whole operation as quiet as possible, making sure you dispose of the dead WLFs in a way so their friends couldn't see them right away. Soon enough, you were kneeling inside the nest, having a dead sniper laying on the ground behind you. It was your time to shine while Ellie was working manually down there, making her way to the inside.

Your plan was easy - making some noise outside, diverting the attention to the yard for Ellie to have her space inside. Which you could make work because Ellie gave you a pre-prepared Molotov and another empty bottle. So far, your estimations involving proximity worked, so why would you fail now, right? First, you threw the bottle out, waiting for the first ones coming out. There weren't many of them, so had to pick a different approach.

You grabbed the rifle which was laying there, firing to the air to alert the WLFs. Sure. What now? - "Trespasser! In the tent!" - You yelled to lure them exactly where you wanted them to be. And to your surprise, they gathered around the tent, searching through it. At that moment, you felt it's right to throw the bottle. And so you did. All you did was sitting there, listening to what you've caused in horror as it slowly settled down.

The whole tent was now on fire. Because you threw a Molotov at it shamelessly. To divert their attention. Now, you were watching a group of people you've just set on fire along with the tent. First, you let yourself somewhere back there in the bridge-building. Then, you killed a guy in a gruesome way. Now, you set people on fire. But it worked because soon enough, you heard the WLF going after Ellie, who infiltrated the building.

For quite a long time, you just sat there with your back leaned to the nest's wall, looking down on the yard to see if something goes bad. It was hard to say how much time passed by when Ellie crawled out of a different end of the yard. Just one look told you the shit, whatever happened there, went downhill. Usually, you being the clumsy one, you ended up covered in blood since you entered Seattle. But now, Every small piece of Ellie's clothing was ravaged in small splashes of blood. Without much hesitation, you climbed down, dragging Ellie out of the hospital, setting back on your way to the theatre.

Once you didn't feel threatened with the WLFs, infected or the Scars, you sat Ellie down to catch some breath. - "Okay, start talking." - You mumbled to the disoriented girl. Her breath was shallow and somehow, the seemed to be out of the world. Just after you shook her shoulders, her palms gripped your forearms as she partially got back to reality. - "You're freaking me out, Ellie. What happened?" - You mumbled, watching Ellie, sitting opposite of her to keep her mentally with you at least a bit.

"It's about... Nora. She's dead." - The girl breathed out, trying to search for words to say. - "The Scars? Did the Scars kill Nora as well?" - You answered immediately to keep the flow going. Ellie shook her head and looked into your eyes. - "I did... I have... I killed her, Y/N. I did it." - Then you didn't get the issue of the situation. Ellie had murdered tens, maybe hundreds of people before. Why would Nora shake her guts so hard? - "I didn't want to, but she didn't give any other option. I chased her down to an area full of spores... And... Then... It got into me." - Ellie started to ramble, but you didn't say a word. You just listened to what she had on her mind. You've seen Ellie with tears in her eyes rarely, yet there you were, having the girl trembling under your fingers.

"It got so personal. I was standing above her when she started to swing the pipe at me, but she was already suffocating. All I could see was she and her friends hurting you and Tommy in the cabin, realizing Nora probably knows where Abby is now. And I hit her. And then I hit her again. And again." - She explained and shook her head. This was getting into her head as well, which was breaking you apart. Gently, you let the girl slowly slip into your arms as you smoothed her back with quiet hums. - "The Seattle Aquarium." - Ellie whispered suddenly. - "She might be in the aquarium."

While you gathered your mind to realize what did that mean, you didn't spot the shadow lurking behind you. But suddenly, something grabbed both of you.

[iamjustyouraveragefander]

Can I request one where remus is pinning over Logan and Logan being perfectly fine on the outside but having a gay crisis on the inside because "feelings"until one day in the middle of a fight Roman accidentally yells about remus's crush and remus gets so embarrassed he sinks out almost crying and shit goes down from there 'till there's a confrontation where remus can't escape any longer from logan?

Ask, and ye shall receive!

Hope you don’t mind, but I also sprinkled in some background pining Roman as well!

Word Count: 3,217

It had started off small, the unnamed feeling Remus would get whenever he was around Logan.

He first noticed it a few months after he and Roman had separated. While Patton was focused on getting Roman settled in, Logan took Remus to Deceit and Virgil, asking them to keep an eye on the dark side of creativity. Not even a few minutes after the creative side’s stay, they discovered he didn’t have much control over his powers. Thus, resulting in Logan coming in to help draw up a place—with the help of Remus—where he could learn how to better handle his capabilities and ideas without constantly disturbing the others. It would have been rather lonely, spending most of his time there, had Logan and Deceit not made the occasional visit to check up on him.

“Okay, but think about this!” Remus exclaimed excitedly, one day in his given part of the mindscape, pacing back and fourth on his stage, the only light coming from a hole in the ceiling that was letting the sun shine on the dirty, dark theater room, “Bras,” he paused dramatically, turning to face Logan, who had seated himself in one of the front row chairs, notebook in hand, “For your butt!”

Logan raised an eyebrow at the obsertity of the statement, “Remus, why would your butt even need a bra?” he asked, jotting down various notes in his book.

“To make your booty pop!” the dark side replied, making a gesture with his hand, a wide grin on his face.

Logan raised his eyebrow a little higher, pausing his writing to fully look at Remus.

There was a beat of silence.

Remus huffed, crossing his arms and shooting a glare off to the side, “Oh, shut up, it’s a good idea!” he snapped.

“In theory,” the logical side offered, a small smile gracing his features, “I suppose it has some potential.”

The dark side’s voice caught in his throat at the smile. It was one of the first times Logan had ever shown any emotion, aside from mild curiosity, and Remus would be lying if he said the smile didn’t look breathtaking on him, “That suits you,” he quietly stated.

Logan blinked, “What does?” he asked, his smile disappearing back into it’s neutral look.

“Ah,” Remus nervously coughed into his fist, “Your smile,” he explained slowly, praying that Logan wouldn’t notice the sudden blush on his face, “It, uh… It looks… nice, on you.”

Another blink from Logan as he felt a sudden emotion he couldn’t name figuratively latch onto his heart, “Uh, well, thank you…” he quietly replied, the small smile returning, “I will… I will try and smile more often, then…”

Shortly after that, Remus had found himself thinking about the logical side more often, creating stories where the two would travel on adventures together, and occasionally acting them out in his theater when he was sure that no one was watching.

On very rare occasions, he would go into Logan’s mindscape and explore, or he would discover said side and strike up a conversation with him, talking about various ideas that were plaguing his mind.

It didn’t take long for a certain light side to notice the shift in atmosphere whenever the pair were in the same room. Roman knew right away that Remus had a crush on Logan, and Logan, well, he wasn’t so sure, if he was being honest. The logical side was a lot harder to read compared to the others, but he did have his suspicions.

One thing that frustrated the prince severely was neither of them acknowledging their strange relationship. In fact, the only time Roman could even get his brother to label his feelings towards Logan was by asking, and even then that was a whole mess and a half.

“He really is fascinating,” Remus hummed, watching Logan, discuss something with Deceit from a distance, his brother by his side, “I was surprised when he actually listened to my ideas willingly—hey, did you notice he has a nice smile?” the duke suddenly asked, a longing in his eyes that Roman had never seen in them before, “Because he does. It’s a lovely smile. Have you ever seen him smile?”

Roman had seen the logical side smile, and it was rather lovely, but his feelings about Logan aside, he turned to his brother, gently drumming his fingertips on the hilt of his sword, “Do you love him?”

“Er, w—what?” Remus couldnt help but stutter out in reply, turning his attention to the prince, his face going a shade of pink. He had long since acknowledged he enjoyed Logan’s company, but he never put a name on his feelings such as “like” or “love,” possibly out of his own fear of being rejected.

“Do you love him?” Roman repeated, despite knowing the answer.

Remus swallowed, turning his focus back to Logan, “I…” he trailed off, feeling his stomach churn, “No…” he lied.

Roman couldn’t help but smile softly, his gaze shifting back to Logan, “You’re secrets safe with me,” he replied simply.

“What secret?” Remus couldn’t help but laugh nervously.

Before the prince could reply, Logan had cut their conversation short, “Roman, we can head out! I’ve reached an agreement with Deceit!” he called to the other light side.

“Right, coming!” Roman quickly made his way over to Logan, wishing the two dark sides well. He noticed Logan do the same, only his gaze seemed to linger on Remus for several seconds before he actually turned to face the direction he was walking in.

“I think that went well,” Logan commented, “Hopefully Thomas will feel better about the situation, as well,” he continued, breifly glancing over the notebook he had scribbled down various things in.

Roman gave a small hum in reply, thinking over his words carefully, “Logan, what do you think of my brother?” he finally asked after a moment of thought. He knew it would be a horrible idea to ask Logan if he loved the dark side directly, especially since the logical side was… well… Logic, and logic didn’t mix well with emotions.

Logan flicked his gaze form his notes to the prince, raising an eyebrow curiously, “Uh, well…” he slowly began, “He’s very… odd, to say the least,” he paused, gaze thoughtful, “But, his idea’s are rather interesting, and he can be very fascinating to observe sometimes,” he explained, a faint smile resting on his face.

The prince blinked, ignoring the weight in his chest, “So, you like him?” his voice was a little quieter than before, as if the question was one he wasn’t sure he should have asked.

“I suppose so,” Logan quickly replied, his face going into that neutral look, “As I said, he is very interesting, and I don’t necessarily hate his company.”

There it is, Roman couldn’t help but think. Logan was showing no emotion, once again, and Roman silently wished he knew what was going through the teacher’s mind.

Do I like Remus? Logan couldnt help but wonder, Of course, I do enjoy his company, and he does make me smile, but that’s all. I don’t necessarily… love him… Logan cleared his throat, quickly picking up his pace, “We’d better hurry and let Thomas know about the arrangement,” he spoke hurriedly, trying to ignore the figurative weight that pressed down on him. No, he couldn’t love Remus… could he? And if he did, would Remus even feel the same way?

————

Several months had passed, and during those months, Remus was practically glued to Logan’s side, talking to him about a number of different things, showing him drawings he made, acting out plays for him. Logan didn’t seem to mind the company, occasionally showing Remus schedule’s he was working on, or read aloud to him.

The amount of time the pair spent together, began to worry Patton and Virgil, both fearing that Remus could have something sinister planned for the logical side.

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” Roman had reassured them, the three sides watching Logan and Remus converse from a distance.

“Seriously?” Virgil asked, shooting a glare at Roman, “We shouldn’t worry about your insane twin brother, who regularly attacks you and everyone else on a daily bases?”

“Virgil’s right,” Patton piped in, “We can’t just stand here and not worry about—”

Roman held up a hand to silence Patton, gesturing to the light and dark side, ignoring the way his throat tightened, “Look,” he stated.

Virgil and Patton complied, their eyes going wide at the sight of Logan, who was laughing, and even smiling, along with Remus.

“You don’t have to worry about them,” Roman muttered quietly, almost as if he was speaking to himself, “They’re doing just fine.”

————

A few more months went by, and Remus and Logan still hadn’t brought up their feelings to the other.

Until one particular day, when Thomas was filming a video. Everything was going somewhat well, until Remus had showed up, causing Virgil and Patton to grow tense, and Roman to start a fight with his twin about ruining his scene.

“It was all going well until you showed up!” the prince snapped, shooting a hard glare at Remus.

“Oh, please, we all know you were doing horribly before I was even in the room, I mean, come on!” Remus began to mimic Roman’s actions he had been doing earlier, a grin on his face, “We all know you could do better than that!”

The argument was petty. Everyone in the room knew that. Remus was just trying to get under Roman’s skin, and vise versa. Logan would have spoken up, but wasn’t sure what he should say, and the two brothers were arguing so loud, he doubted they’d hear him even if he had spoken.

“Oh, yeah, well—” Roman stuttered out, mind searching for some type of retort, “At least—at least I can deal with my feelings! Unlike you!” Roman snapped, gesturing to Logan, “I mean, how hard is it to just tell Logan you love him?”

There was a beat of silence as the words spoken slowly sank into everyone in the room.

Patton and Virgil exchanged a discomforting look, Thomas kept his gaze on Roman and Remus, fearful of what was going to happen next, and Logan… well… Logan felt a very heavy weight that had been building up over many years lift off of him. He knew the dark side had liked him for quite a long time, but it felt relieving to hear Roman confirm his suspicions.

Remus swallowed, “You…” he trailed off doing his best to hold back the tears that were attempting to force their way out. He quickly sank out, no witty retort, no snide comment, just that single, broken word that left him.

Shit, Roman thought, he royally screwed up.

“What just happened…?” Thomas slowly asked, flicking his gaze between the four sides that still occupied the room.

“You’re brother is in love with Logan?” Virgil’s voice held a hint of disgust to it that caused Logan to give him a sideways glare that went unnoticed by the others.

Patton ran a hand through his hair, as if something in the back of his mind had just clicked in to place, “Oh my gosh, how did I not realize that sooner?” he exclaimed, “All of the signs were there, and I just ignored them!”

“But it’s Remus!” Virgil shifted his gaze to Patton, as if the moral side could shed some light on the subject, “How could he love any one?”

“Just because he’s a, quote, “Dark Side,” doesn’t mean he has the inability to love someone,” Logan finally cut in, gaining the attention of Virgil and Thomas.

Roman was still staring at the floor where his brother had once been, thoughts racing. He was such an idiot. He quickly glanced around the room to make sure no one was looking before he quickly left in search of Remus.

Patton was still listening to the conversation, but his mind was also thinking back to all of the times he’d seen Logan and Remus together. All the little signs he’d missed before, just because he was fearful of Remus doing harm to Logan.

“But, Logan, it’s Remus,” Thomas quietly replied, unsure of what else to say.

“And?” Logan huffed, crossing his arms, “Am I not capable of love either, because I’m Logic?” he asked, eyebrow raised, waiting for a retort from the others.

“Of course not!” Patton exclaimed excitedly, clasping his hands together, a wide smile spreading across his face, “You love Remus just as much as he loves you!” he chirped.

Logan blinked several times, swallowing hard, “Patton, don’t you think that’s a stretch?” he nervously asked, hands gripping at his tie, “I don’t… I don’t love Remus, I just—” he paused as if searching for the right words.

Patton offered Logan a reassuring smile, “Kiddo,” his voice was a little softer than before, “You do love him, and that’s okay!” he flicked his gaze between Virgil and Thomas, “We were all just too worried to notice your feelings in the first place,” he explained, focusing his attention back to Logan.

Virgil sighed in exasperation, “Yeah, you’re right,” he muttered, turning his attention to Logan, “I’m sorry, Logan, it’s just…” Virgil made a small gesture with his hand, “I’ve known Remus for a while, to the point where I didn’t see how much he had changed around you,” he tried, nervously tugging at the sleeves of his hoodie.

Logan smiled softly, “It’s alright, Virgil,” he replied, “I suppose I should have taken better account of your worries…”

“Uh, guys, I hate to interrupt,” Thomas cut in, shifting his gaze to the empty TV area, “But, has anyone seen Roman?”

————

“Remus!” Roman called out as he ran through the dark mindscape, nearly tripping over several up rooted trees as he made his way to the abandoned theater Remus had created for himself, “Remus, I’m sorry!” he felt his stomach twist with dread, “I’m a selfish jerk, and I shouldn’t have said what I did!”

He finally came to a stop in one of the open doorways of the theater, taking several deep breaths as he leaned against the doorframe, noticeably exhausted from running so fast.

“You know, it’s funny,” Remus’ quiet voice broke through the silence.

Roman looked up, immediately spotting the dark side seated on the edge of the stage, gaze fixed on the torn up, carpeted floor. He swallowed thickly, pushing himself up off the doorframe with his hand and slowly approching his twin, “What is?” he offered quietly, gaze soft.

“I’m not even mad at you,” the duke replied, turning his gaze to Roman and offering a pained smile, tears threatening to slip from his eyes.

There was a pause as the two brothers stared at each other, almost as if they were having a silent conversation, which ended in Remus making a small gesture towards the empty space beside him and Roman lifting himself up onto the stage, taking a seat next to Remus.

They sat in silence for several seconds.

“I’m not mad at you, because,” the dark side began, turning his focus from the floor to Roman, “At least now, I can stop fooling myself into thinking I have a chance with him,” his voice nearly broke. It just about tore Roman’s heart into pieces.

“No, that’s not true,” the light side reassured, placing a gentle hand on Remus’ shoulder, “He could still have the same feelings towards you as you do for him,” he smiled softly, “I mean, he might not be good with emotions, but—”

“He’s right!” Patton cut in.

Remus and Roman blinked, turning their attention to the sudden group of sides that had entered the theater.

Logan cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his head nervously, “He is correct,” he replied in that forced state of neutrality, “I…” his gaze shifted between the other sides, almost as if he was embarrassed to say anything out loud.

“We’ll leave you two be,” Roman slowly spoke up, sliding down from his seat beside Remus and making his way towards the exit, Patton and Virgil trudging along behind him. That hadn’t gone far, making themselves comfortbalr a few feet by the door.

There was a beat of silence before Logan approched Remus, taking a seat in the place that Roman had previously been, “Roman is right,” he stated, his gaze fixed out onto the rows of seats, almost as if he was lost in thought, hands anxiously gripping at his tie, “I do… I do care for you a very great deal,” he explained, his gaze soft.

“Do you?” Remus found himself asking, as if he wanted reassurance that he wasn’t just dreaming this entire interaction, “Really?”

Logan gave a small hum in reply, taking a deep breath as he turning his attention to the dark side. He wanted to say the words that had been stuck in his throat ever since they started spending more and more time together, “I love you,” the words were spoken delicately as Logan gently took hold of Remus’ hand, staring into his eyes.

The world seemed to pause, as if it was trying to registere the words that had been spoken. Remus opened his mouth to reply, finding his throat closing up. He had to have been dreaming, right? There was no way Logan felt the same way towards him.

Logan smiled softly, grip tightening ever so slightly, “I love you, Remus,” he repeated, voice still quiet.

Remus couldn’t help the nervous laugh that left him at the statement, “I love you too,” he managed, gnawing on his bottom lip as the words settled into the air, blinking back tears that were ready to burst from his eyes.

“Just kiss already!” Roman shouted from in the doorway, causing both Logan and Remus to jump in surprise and shift their gaze to the prince, watching as Patton pulled him away from the door, snapping at him for ruining the moment and quickly apologizing, telling them to carry on with their conversation.

The light and dark side turned their attention back to each other, unable to contain their laughter. Remus quickly pulled Logan into a kiss, wrapping his arms around the light side’s wast. Logan returned the kiss, unable to stop the smile that rested on his face.

The group of light sides sighed in exhaustion, “Who knew getting people to confess their feelings would be this draining,” Roman muttered, rubbing his tired eyes.

Patton nodded in agreement, “It was fun though,” he replied quietly, stretching out his arms.

“It’s about damn time,” Deceit’s voice cut through the conversation, causing the side’s to nearly squeak in surprise at his sudden appearance beside them.

“Wait a second, you knew?” Virgil asked, eyeing Deceit with mild surprise.

“Of course I didn’t, what do you take me for? An intellectual?” he replied, an amused smile on his face. His gaze breifly rested on Roman, offering him a sympathetic look.

Roman replied with a brief, forced smile before quickly turning his gaze off to the side, his smile deflating, “Let’s give them some privacy,” he quietly spoke up, starting his walk out of the mindscape, the other’s trailing behind him, all talking quietly amongst themselves.

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[mellohyi]

wooowowowoo i miss summer camp so much

like this is my second year without going and as much as it sucked i loved it

there is a large rant about the place and like every single living detail i remember about it under the cut (is that the right phrase to use for this idk)

like the big field with the train tracks next to it and the beehives on one edge. i miss throwing a frisbee for my few friends there and laughing when i would get it stuck in a tree or they would throw it and it would go so far away. and i miss jumping on the trampoline and getting so pissed off (jokingly) at the dudes spending like 10 decades on it and because i was the only british person there they would be somewhat scared of me? so i would literally stare at them somewhat angrily and with my shitty latvian accent complain about how long they are taking and they would get off LMAO it only worked on the dudes younger than me but it worked... and the basketball on the small court !!! :D im not good at like,, throwing ball type games tbh? but like this court was magical because like 9/10 i would actually get it in and score a point and i loved how,, rapid (?) the games were like if you failed to get it in at a certain point you would be out and you had to get it in to stay in the game !!

and i remember the lake!!! it had a lot of those thingies.. oysters? idk i googled it and thats what they looked like. i can still remember the feeling of them and they were sharp LMAO and there was a zipline thing you could go on and it would take you to the middle of the lake and you could jump into it from there. and there was a game we played where we would be in two teams and then we would send a person down the zipline and if they fell in we would all have to do i think 10? pushups and it was fun cheering on people from the small platforms next to the zipline !! and we used to build a sorta dodgy looking sauna using some planks of wood and a big blue tarp that was held down by some rocks and we would collect sticks to make a fire with and then we would go sit in it and just talk and chill in the sauna. not everyone wanted to go, understandably considering iirc i put it off the first year i went but then tried it the next and loved it, so there was enough room for all of us to comfortable sit and even lie down on the log benches !! and we even had like,, bay leaf sticks with the leaves on it and stuff and we would dunk them into a bucket of water and then gently hit someone who was lying down as a like,,, relaxation thing? and it was so nice and it smelt SO GOOD it smelt like wood and grass and nature and it was sweet in a savoury way and i miss the smell so much just thinking about it. like you could literally smell the bay leaves because of the water evaporating after you take it out the bucket. and the hot air was so much harder to breathe when you stood up and it felt thicker and the air lower to the ground was cool so when you found it hard to breathe you would basically stick your head onto the grass to get a bit of cool and it felt so good !! and we would take breaks to drink water and pour cold water on ourselves or we would go into the lake though the last time i went a lot of the lake had dried up D: but its okay because i still have good memories with the lake when it wasnt like that. once during the sauna we went in the lake after and the sky was so clear like i could see all the stars and i could see the big dipper and it was just so beautiful. i even used the zipline to get into the lake that time as well and it was just so magical. i was kinda like,, sleepy (?) so i kinda was just not fully there so it was like so much cooler because i didnt feel real during it and it was just amazing.

omg and the activities we would do. we went on a hike in a forest and it was SO COOL like we would have to go climb up the steep hill that separated the field area and the train tracks and we would literally go onto the train tracks and at the time there wasnt any trains so we got to literally touch the tracks and we would go into the forest and IT WAS SO COOL like the light came in at a perfect angle and it was so pretty and we would pick blueberries and aaaaaaaa it was so amazing !! and we would split up and walk to an area to play some games using the trees and it was amazing. and also we would just do sports games using the field but also we went BIKING!!!! they had so many bikes for the people who didnt bring their own and we would go on the bikes and cycle to some sand dunes literally like 5 minutes away from the place and climb up them and jump and stuff and we carved tic tac toe grids into the stable parts and played and it was so fun AND I LITERALLY SAW A LIZARD CLIMB UP ONE OF THE EDGES INTO THE GRASS LMAO and we also cycled to a lake

this one to be exact!! and we would jump off from the small pier thing and swim around back to the edge and it had sand and a slide and it was generally really fun cycling to and from there. i did cause multiple crashes with the bikes while cycling there LMAO mainly because my brain just tends to blow things out of proportion for no reason and like LMAO someone would start coming a bit closer to me and i would panic and stop and then everyone behind me would then have to immediately stop and they would crash into me.. like once i got my cousin to come with me and someone looked like they were gonna go behind my cousin who was in front of me and i panicked because i didnt want to be separated from her so i just stopped because i was panicking too much and everyone behind me crashed into me LMAO and they were all like 'bruuuuh' but anyways it was really fun cycling there because i went past the place my aunt on my mums side got married + the place my uncle on my dads side got married (no they did not marry each other it was separate weddings) !! a few times i didnt go cycling because i just didnt feel good and didnt want to go but it was okay in the end because i was all alone in the cabin and i would just sleep and draw while waiting for them to come back and they would flood in cycling down the small hill that leads to the field and has the bike area and i would just see them from the porch of the cabin and it was cool :D

mMmMmmmmmMMM and the food area !! we would usually sit inside the pizzeria (because the place was also a pizzeria more on that later) and it was fun because we had breakfast, lunch, dinner + a night snack thing (its called naksniņas) and like even though im usually the pickest eater at the camp and they had to make exceptions for me because we werent allowed dessert at lunch unless we ate all our food like i still got to eat a lot lol like there was usually something i could eat even if i couldnt eat all of it and the juice was so nice and ngl i kinda liked being on the like,,, duty of having to set up before the meals + clean up after because getting all the stuff and setting it up was just so peaceful and calm and i loved it and mmmmsmsmsmsmsm it was so cool and THE NIGHT SNACK THING WAS LITERALLY THE BEST it was practically dessert for dinner but right before bed + we would do an activity after dinner before it !! i talked to my dad and figured out the spelling of the word because im not that good at latvian atm and mmmm . also like we would have tea and it was so good !! we would also have a small snack like a biscuit or cereal bar and it was so nice good way to end the day :D

i also lost an entire waterbottle there dont ask how

the cabins were nice because i usually end up on the second floor level thing of it and theres a small window on it !! and a cool ladder to get up to it though its a pain when camp first starts + when it finishes because you have to pack everything up while trying to not hit your head on any of the beams or the slant of the cabin roof and you have to haul everything up and down... other than that its so fun because theres small holes (like,,, really small. cant fit a pen down it) and when the people in the two rooms below that cabin spot are being pisstaking you can pour water down it and they shut up LMAO its really funny because they see the water dripping and get more pissed off and then become less annoying and we used to slip them notes to tell them to shut up LMAO also listened into their convos to be annoying too

anyways to finish off with my favouritest things ever about it. last day we would make pizzas and your family would be there and you could make multiple pizzas ! i usually made one for my parents / family and then one for myself and my sister because we r really picky and dont like cheese . and it was so fun and the pizzas were SO GOOD and i share the other pizza thats not mine with my family because i hate cheese and they are happy too. i also love the one evening where we cook dinner ourselves i think thats the sauna night as well but omg its so nice we have dough balls to wrap around a stick and asduidfohih its so nice omg i love them so much right because we take the stick and then toast them over a fire and when you do them right its a tiny bit doughy on the inside but a safe amount and its like,, slightly crispy in a good way on the outside so amazing and like you can put stuff in it like cheese and ketchup and stuff but i just eat mine plain and they are so good mmmamMMm and we also have watermelon iirc and it was so good overall like best evening of the camp :)

anyways i love camp and i miss it

[shhh-no-ones-home]

cut in izzy stradlin x reader

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overprotective izzy? yeah kinda lol Crazy fan encounter gone bad (blood tw)

song: I'm lost without you by blink-182

tag list: @cynic-spirit @satans-arse @slashscowboyboots @smokeandmirrorz

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i sat in the booth with my arms wrapped around my torso, trying to make myself as small as possible. i felt very uncomfortable in the space, knowing everyone around us was staring. i knew they werent looking at me, i was just the plus one to this gnr dinner extravaganza. of course that wasnt what it actually was but it felt like it. there was paparazzi outside trying to get in, women practically falling over themselves to talk to the guys, and fans gawking from around the room. the body guards were diligent to keep us away from them when we came in but it was harder to do that now. i felt something touch my back, causing me to spin around and see some girl with a few strands of my hair in her hand. my eyes went wide as we stared at each other.

"can i help you?"

i asked a little bewildered. izzy finally realized what was happening and took something out of her other hand.

"get out of here!"

he yelled, dropping it on the table. i shook my head and turned back around, now realizing that she was holding scissors.

"what the fuck?"

i asked, picking them up. i looked to izzy.

"did she cut my fucking hair?!"

i practically yelled, pulling it forward to look at it. he shushed me, sitting a little closer than before.

"no, babe, she did not cut your hair. its fine."

i looked at him like he was crazy.

"what do you mean its fine? she could have cut my hair! or worse! stabbed me!"

he sat in silence for a second, staring at the shiny new pair of scissors on the table.

"yeah, i hadnt thought of that, thats not fuckin cool."

he said, leaning back. my eyes got wide as he shimmied up out of the booth, standing on the bench itself before climbing over the backrest.

"what? where are you going?"

i called, one of the guards turning and following him.

"what happened?"

duff asked, from the other side of the table. i looked at him a little shocked.

"some fan just tried to cut my hair."

i said, sliding the scissors to him before looking back over the booth. i could see Izzy walking quickly across the room. i frowned before doing what he did and lifting my body up and over the backrest of the booth.

"what are you doing?"

duff asked, standing to get a better look at where i was going. i walked quickly across the room to get to izzy and the one guard. i knew i shouldnt have but i couldnt help myself. if he was getting Justice for me I sure as hell was gonna be there for it.

"look!"

i heard someone call. i was less than three feet away from him when another woman stopped in front of me.

"how dare you take him away from me! izzy stradlin is the love of my life! its not fair that you get to date him and i dont."

she said firmly, almost yelling.

"look, i dont know you but im sure he would think youre lovely. ill let him know you said hi."

i told her before side stepping and going to walk around her. i was one, maybe two steps away when she grabbed my head, full fist of hair in her hand.

"i said he was mine!"

she yelled, pulling me backwards. the next thing i knew i was on my back, staring at the ceiling in a daze. everything went quiet for a moment and i could see the guard grabbing her. i blinked a few times only to see izzy knelt over me, his hand waving in front of my face. i offered him a lazy smile.

"hey babe."

i slurred out. he looked angelic with the ceiling lights casting over him.

"oh god."

was all i heard before he called out for someone else, the sounds not making their way into my ears.

"izzy i dont feel so good."

i said, trying to sit up. everything was blurry and the room was spinning around me. he held me up, a hand placed firmly at my back.

"fuck, youre bleeding."

he said and i could finally feel the stinging at the back of my head. i blinked slowly before leaning over and throwing up all over the floor. he caught me before i could fall forward, holding my hair back.

"easy."

he cooed. i breathed heavily, feeling tears stinging my eyes.

"izzy i wanna go home."

i whined, feeling the tears slip down my cheeks. he nodded, looking over my face with a panicked expression on his face.

"okay baby, we can go home, but first we gotta get you to a doctor. okay? we're gonna make you feel better."

i nodded slowly but stopped when i felt like i was gonna hurl again. i held my hand over my mouth. then i heard sirens.

"did you find the girl with the scissors?"

i said. it sounded gross coming out though, like my tongue was three sizes too big for my mouth. i looked down in confusion. he laughed a little bit, maybe it didnt sound the same for him.

"yeah but that doesnt matter right now, the paramedics are gonna take you so we can stop the bleeding."

i half smiled at him.

"are we gonna ride in the am, amu?"

he examined my face,

"ambulance?"

he asked and my face lit up.

"thats it!"

i slurred out and he nodded.

"yeah, theyre right here baby, just hold on."

i looked up as the stretcher was dropped to the ground beside me, one of the emt's shining a flashlight in my eyes. i blinked away from them.

"can you tell me your name and birthday maam?"

he asked and i frowned at him. i thought for a second.

"y/n."

was all i said, looking at him deadpan.

"can you tell me your birthdate?"

he asked again.

"tomorrow?"

i asked and he looked to izzy.

"well by looks of it you probably have a concussion but we're gonna have to take you to the hospital to get that gash closed up."

i looked at him and shook my head.

"what gash?"

izzy rubbed my arm gently.

"baby youre bleeding, remember?"

i drew my brows.

"well yeah but you didnt tell me i had a gash."

he looked to the medics apologetically.

"we're gonna put you on the stretcher okay miss?"

i nodded slowly.

"okay, as long as izzy gets to come to."

the man looked to izzy.

"is that your-?"

"boyfriend."

i said proudly as he shifted me up.

"we're on tour, she doesnt have any other family here."

The man nodded as they started rolling the stretcher towards the door.

"Hold me."

I said in a child like tone, reaching for Izzy's hand. He stared me in the face before doing as told and holding my hand, running his thumb over it.

"I've got you baby."

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i felt the stinging against my head and felt nauseous again.

"hold on."

i said before leaning forward and throwing up into the bowl the doctor had given me. i groaned and wiped my mouth as he got back to work on my stitches. izzy held my hand, looking over my face as i blinked slowly. it had been about an hour since wed arrived and were finally almost done.

"youre doing great."

izzy reassured and i sent him a small smile.

"thanks."

i said lightly.

"alright, we are all done. the nurse will be in momentarily to go over treatment and activity."

i nodded once, thanking him as he walked out. izzy sighed out, like he had been holding his breath the whole time.

"you okay?"

i asked. his eyes went wide.

"am i okay?! youre the one who just got your head split open!"

he said. i laughed a little bit, he just closed his eyes and dropped his head to my shoulder. i pet his head gently.

"at least im not seeing two of you now, not that im complaining or anything, but still."

he let out a short laugh before standing back upright.

"im just glad youre okay, i was so worried about you. i didnt even see what happened until youd already hit the floor. it was just your worried face and then boom, you were down."

i closed my eyes and groaned.

"its blurry, all i know is that girl thought she was in love with you. i just wanted to find you back."

he kissed my shoulder.

"i know, im not leaving you the rest of the tour, i can promise you that."

i laughed a little bit.

"izzy thats gonna be kind of hard dont you think?"

he shook his head.

"you arent going anywhere alone, even if i have to hire a personal body guard just for you."

i held his head in my hand and stroked his cheek gently with my hand.

"im glad youre protective over me but i can handle myself. normally."

i joked. he still looked so worried.

"i dont know what i wouldve done if id lost you today. you were bleeding so much and just completely out of it. that really scared me."

he said, and i could see his eyes getting watery. i brought him to me and kissed him gently.

"im not going anywhere, you have my word."