#I guess this is The Last Thing so now I can move on

[yanderedrabbles]

Yandere Neighbour - Noncon

With your electricity out and your devices dead, you have no choice but to turn to your neighbour for help. He's more than willing to welcome you into his home. Really, you're lucky he's such a nice guy.

Tags: male yandere x gender neutral reader, noncon, somno, just the tip anal, daddy kink but only if you squint, 3.3k words

Living in the middle of nowhere had its perks. Privacy. Untouched nature. Peace and quiet.

But after the third day with no electricity, those perks were starting to look pretty damn weak. Your fridge was sitting in an ever expanding puddle. Almost all your devices were dead. And if you had to take one more cold shower you were going to cry.

It was when you were digging through your drawer looking for desperately needed batteries that you found your neighbour's number. He'd offered it to you a little while after you moved in, and while you two were on friendly terms, you'd never actually spoken for longer than a few minutes. You sighed, looked at the 10% left on your phone and decided that desperate times called for desperate measures.

You: hey, it's me. I still haven't got any power. Do you mind if I come over to charge some stuff?

He replied almost instantly.

Unknown: aww that sucks

Unknown: come on over. I've got hot stew and a generator

Unknown: and you can take a hot shower too if you want

Score. And to think you found him intimidating at first. Just goes to show that you can't judge on appearances. You packed a change of clothes, your devices and the last tub of ice cream that wasn't totally melted. You'd find some way to properly pay him back but a tub of chocolate fudge double cream wasn't a bad way to start.

He was waiting on his porch when you pulled up. A bear of a man in a flannel and blue jeans, a five o' clock shadow darkening his jaw.

"Howdy neighbour," he drawled, opening your door for you while you grabbed your stuff. "Regretting leaving the city yet?"

You huffed a laugh. "You do NOT want to know the answer to that."

His cabin was much larger than yours, a two storey behemoth with wide windows and exposed beams. It had a rustic charm - like some natural park Air BnB where they charged a weeks pay for just one night. A little too big for just one man. Didn't he get lonely?

"I brought some ice cream and chocolate to say thank you. And also because it miiight have been melting."

He opened the door for you and ushered you through with a hand on your lower back.

"Hell, I'll never say no to something sweet."

There was a fire burning in the fireplace and a stack of logs in a crate next to it. He was so much better suited to this life than you were. He locked the door behind you and slipped the keys into his pocket.

"Old habit," he explained with an easy grin.

"Why don't you get settled? I'll plug your stuff in."

You handed over your tech with a relieved sigh.

"Thank you. Really. I'm so behind on work already and I haven't heard anything back from the power company."

"I wouldn't hold my breath," he said. "Once ended up going a week straight with not even a light bulb flickering."

You winced. "It gets that bad?"

"Yep. Especially in winter. Gets dangerous then too."

He tilted his head at you, concerned. "You need to get yourself better sorted before it starts snowing. I hate to think of you stuck out there when the blizzards start rolling in."

God, could you be any more of a city slicker? You rubbed your neck, embarrassed.

"Thanks. I've been here a few months now and I guess I just didn't realise how serious things can get."

"It's all good. But if I'm honest, I get worried thinking about you out there all alone. Plenty of drifters end up passing through. Not a good place to be alone, not for a little thing like yourself."

Little? You wanted to feel indignant, but looking at his bulk, you reckoned that most folk probably seemed little to him.

He lead you to the fireplace and poured you a mug of coffee from the pot that was waiting for you. He jerked his head at the hunting rifle on display above the mantle.

"I can teach you to shoot, if you've got some free time."

You took a sip of the coffee, internally debating with yourself. You could see the sense in your offer but you weren't a big fan of guns. Hell, just being around them was nerve wrecking enough. Maybe -

You looked down at your mug in surprise.

"This is some really good stuff."

The coffee was strong, bitter in the best sort of way. You could catch a hint of chocolate in it too. Just sweet enough to make your toes curl.

" 'Course. Only the best for my guest. Help yourself to another cup. I'll just put your stuff on charge and be right back."

You finished your drink in a few sips and happily poured a second serving. Hot coffee... man, you didn't think three days without it would be so tough. Usually, you were pretty sensitive to caffeine. But by the time your neighbour came back, your head was tilted back and you were half asleep.

You tried to shake yourself out of it but he just laughed and pushed you back down.

"You probably haven't had a good sleep since the power went out. Just rest. We can talk once you wake up."

"I'm sorry..."

"It's fine." His hand was still on your shoulder, thumb rubbing small circles into your neck. "It's just fine with me."

You drifted off after that. Into a deep sleep without any dreams. Waking up was like slogging through molasses.

"Finally up sleepy head?"

It was dark outside and your neighbour was on one knee in front of the fire place, coaxing fresh wood to catch.

You sat up slowly. Your muscles ached and there was a strange, salty taste on your tongue.

"My heads killing me..."

He stood, poker still in his hand. "You must be starving then. I've already got some food on the stove. You'll feel better after you eat."

You didn't feel hungry at all. If anything, you felt almost hangover.

"Thanks," you managed. "I'm sorry to be such a bother."

He waved you away. "I don't mind a bit."

He came back with a bowl of steaming hot chow and stood with his arms crossed on the back of your couch while you ate.

"It's real late. I reckon you should stay over. I don't want you driving on dirt when it's so dark."

"Oh, it's fine. I've already put you out so much."

"Don't be silly. I insist."

You shivered without meaning to. That almost growl, low and bordering on menacing. It was so familiar, so...

"Just like that. Look at you, half asleep and still desperate for my cock."

"You like the taste? Yeah, I bet you fucking do."

"Ain't just gonna use your mouth next time."

You squeezed your eyes shut. Where the hell was this coming from? Were you remembering some sick dream from this afternoon?

"You okay there neighbour?"

You nodded. "Just my head."

Maybe he was right. Driving when you were so disorientated was just asking for trouble.

"If you really don't mind... I'll be happy to sleep over."

He laughed, a deep, rumbling thing. "I'll make the guest room up special, just for you."

"Could I use your shower too?"

"I offered didn't I? Come on, I'll show you where it is."

He took you to the master bedroom and jerked his thumb at the en-suite.

"Hot water is the most reliable in there. Door doesn't close that well though, so don't mind it. I'll be downstairs when you're done."

You brushed your teeth carefully. You lips felt sore, bruised in a way you couldn't explain.

You waited until you heard his footsteps going down the stairs before you stripped off your clothes. You stood under the hot water for a good few minutes, luxuriating in the feeling. The bathroom was thick with steam when you finally got to scrubbing yourself. The door was open just a crack and the bedroom beyond was dark. You forgot all about it until you heard the creak of the hinges.

You whirled to face the door, your hands coming up to cover yourself. The steam was too thick to see through. You called his name.

Nothing.

You stepped out with suds still on your thighs and pushed the door open. The room beyond was empty.

You sighed. God, you were being paranoid. Your neighbour was a great guy. It was unfair of you to treat him like a peeping tom when he'd gone out of his way to make you comfortable. It must have been just an errant draught.

You stepped back into the shower and rinsed yourself off. But no matter what you told yourself, you still kept an eye on the door.

When you went to change into your fresh clothes, you spent at least five minutes hunting for your underwear. Did you drop it somewhere? Oh, please say your undies weren't just sitting in the middle of his hallway. That would be beyond embarrassing.

Eventually you gave up and just decided to go without them. Not comfortable at all but still better than walking around in a towel to look for them. And much better than calling your neighbour in to help. Wouldn't that be fun? 'Hey neighbour that I don't know that well, you haven't seen my intimates lying around, have you?' Yeah, you'd never again get invited over after something like that.

When you were dressed, you found him already on his way up the hall. He was carrying a glass of water and some pills.

"Thought you might still have a headache, so I brought you some painkillers."

You paused, nervous but not sure why.

"Thanks." His hands dwarfed yours when he handed them over. You didn't recognise the name of on the pills, but they looked harmless. You tossed them back and gagged at the bitter aftertaste.

"They pack a punch, so tell me when you start to get drowsy."

"Aye aye captain."

You followed him to the guest room. It was at the very back on the second story, quieter than the rest of the house. A huge glass wall gave you a view of the forest disappearing into the darkness. You could see the ghost of your reflection in the glass, your neighbour a hulking, shapeless mass at your shoulder.

He took a seat in an armchair across form the bed and stretched out his legs. You perched on the edge of the mattress, still feeling a bit like an intruder.

"How long have you been staying out here?” you asked.

He smiled at you, teeth glinting almost wolf-like. "Got you curious?"

"A little. Folk in town say they hardly see you. I don't know... I'm just wondering if you ever get lonely."

He was quiet and you cursed yourself for being so nosy. You hurried to fill the silence.

"It's just that I get a bit lonely out here too. 'Specially when it's so quiet. And I guess I was wondering if it's the same for you."

He smiled at you, rueful. "At times. Used to be worse, but I've got a new interest to keep me occupied nowadays."

"Oh yeah? What?"

"Bird watching."

"Really? What do you look for?"

The way the room was lit up, you couldn't see his eyes. They fell into shadow and you only had his lips to read his emotions by. He smirked, slow and almost mocking.

"Just one bird I look out for. Flighty little thing. Tends to get caught by predators a lot. You’d probably recognise it."

The polite thing to do would be to ask what it was called. You didn't. Some part of whispered that you wouldn't like the answer.

You must have been quiet a little too long because he took it as his cue to leave. He stood, a mountain of muscle, his eyes not quite as nice as they seemed that afternoon. A trick of the light, surely. He wouldn't hurt a fly.

"You rest up. Got a busy day tomorrow."

"G'night."

He was gone before you thought to ask what he meant. And you were passed out on your pillows before you realised it. He was right. The pills sure did pack one hell of a punch.

You were aware of a shadow at the end of your bed. You weren't fully awake, and your limbs were slow and heavy with more than just sleep.

"Who..."

The shadow reached down and one warm paw circled your ankle.

"Just me little bird."

You knew that voice. It was the voice that brought you warm food and invited you in from the cold. You could trust it. Could go back to sleep and not worry about anything.

'No,' some part of you hissed, 'He's not as safe as you think.'

"Cold..."

The shadow laughed and it was the laugh of the fox finding the rabbit's den. Nasty. Hungry.

"Cold huh? Don't worry baby. I'll warm you right up."

He yanked your ankle towards him and your whole body slid down the bed. You were too drowsy to stop it.

"Knew you were gonna be mine the second I saw you," he cooed, hands running up your thighs.

His fingers slipped under your waistband, nails scraping your hip bones.

"Dumb little thing from the city. Doesn't even realise I've tripped all their breakers. That's why you don't have power baby. It's all me."

His fingers were as big as the rest of him. Thick, meaty. Skin rough from working outdoors. You whined when his fingertips scraped the edges of your hole.

"No underwear. You needy slut. That's practically a written and signed invitation to fuck you."

He pulled your pants down to your ankles and pushed your knees up to your stomach. And you were too out of it to stop him. Limp and pliable as a fuck doll.

Your tight ass was exposed to the cold air, entirely at the mercy of whatever he wanted to do.

"Cute." He circled his thumb around the rim, almost pushing in but not quite. "Wanted to be in this ass since you first showed up at my door all those months ago. Lookin' up at me all sweet. Fuck, it's enough to drive a man to desperation."

He lowered his head and you could feel his warm breath washing over your thighs.

He dragged his tongue across your hole. Some part of you must have been more awake than the rest, because your whole body jerked away from him.

"None of that," he cooed, hands digging into your thighs and dragging you back. "I haven't even gotten started yet."

He licked you again, deeper this time. The flexed tip of his tongue pushing at your entrance, and to your dull horror, actually slipping in. He moaned and you could feel the vibrations all through your crotch.

He pulled out and spat, rubbed it in with his fingers. One of them pushed in until the second joint, curling into your walls so rough that you gasped.

"Please..."

"Please what?" he mocked. "Please fuck my tight little ass? Please cum inside me? Use your words little bird."

"Please...stop..."

That made him laugh again, made him shove his finger in all the way to the knuckle. Twisting so cruelly as he pulled out and jerked back in.

"Stop? Stop? After all the work it took to get you here? No way baby. I'm not slowing down and I'm sure as fuck not stopping."

You heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, followed by a sharp intake of breath when he nudged his leaking head against your hole.

"You’re not going to remember this. And I'm not going to leave any evidence."

He pushed your legs tighter against your chest.

"So as much as I want to fuck you rotten, you're gonna have to be happy with just the tip."

He'd done a good job loosening and lubing you, but it still burned like a hot poker when he forced his way in. He groaned, almost in pain.

"You're fucking choking me. God, do you want my cum so bad?"

You could feel when the tip was in. That tiny difference in thickness between his head and shaft was oh so noticeable when your ass was clenching and fluttering around it. It was the smallest mercy, but mercy nonetheless.

He was panting from the effort of getting it in, the effort of holding back. The size difference between you almost perverse. Like a draft stallion trying to mount a pony. In every way, he was just too fucking big.

He spat in his hand and brought it to his cock, ran his palm up and down his shaft with sickly wet strokes. The combination of his palm and your squeezing ass was fucking delicious.

He had great stamina but fuck if it didn't feel like you were milking him.

He let go long enough to smack your ass. It almost finished him. You clenched around him so hard it felt like his tip was getting fucking crushed.

"Shiiiit, you're the best hole I've ever had. Can't wait 'til I can go all the way."

You whined, pitiful as snared prey. There were words there, though they were too slurred to make out. Something about Daddy and please and stop. He ignored you.

He pushed in a little deeper and watched your face scrunching up. So helpless, so fucking caught. That was what did it. The knowledge that he could do this to you at any point and you'd be helpless to stop it.

He came inside you, snarling through clenched teeth, his fingers digging into your thigh hard enough to bruise. You'd notice the marks in the morning and chalk it up to just being clumsy. But he'd know. He'd see the bruises peeking out from the hem of your shorts and his cock would twitch just a little at the memory of leaving them.

His cock pulsed. Shot strings of spunk deep inside you. You could feel it. Hot, too hot. Gross. Make it stop. Get it out.

He pulled out with a wet pop. His cum drooled down and he took a minute to work it back into you with his finger. Your hole was gaping just a little and it made his balls pulse. If he had the time...

"A real fucking mess. And on my good sheets too. You're a terrible guest."

He mopped up whatever cum remained with a balled up piece of martial that he pulled from his pocket. Even in you stupor, you recognised it as your missing underwear.

"Terrible guest, but the perks of having you around are pretty fucking sweet."

He dropped your knees back to the mattress, pulled your pants back into place and roughly yanked the duvet over you. He grabbed your jaw and smiled at the lost, drowsy look in your half open eyes.

"Got a big day tomorrow. Gonna wake up and find your whole house was flooded. Ruined. Gonna have nowhere to stay but with me."

He sounded smug. It made your guts twist.

Outside, the night grew quiet. A predator was hunting and most prey knew better than to catch its attention.

"I made sure of it. All your family and friends in the city are away from home. There's no one around to help you out..."

He tightened his grip just enough to watch the fear start dancing in your eyes.

"No one...except me."

He let you go and smiled that same warm, comforting smile from that afternoon.

"Dumb little thing. Got no clue how your water mains work, do you? Got no idea how easy they are to sabotage."

He tutted. "Got me so damn busy. I'm gonna have to run to your place, fuck shit up and be back here before you wake up for real."

He traced his index finger over your lips and left behind a sticky coating of spunk. You'd wake up tasting salt again, with no memory of why.

"But it's fine. I forgive you. After today we'll have plenty of time together. Rest of our lives in fact. So just sleep tight and forget what you think you've dreamed."

There are perks to living in the middle nowhere. Privacy. Untouched nature. Peace and quiet.

There are perks, but unfortunately for you, your neighbour isn't one of them.

[pythonmoth]

cw: anxiety. post-traumatic stress disorder (torture). reader is traumatized. reader is a bit unreliable. military inaccuracies. hurt/comfort (I guess?).

simon riley x f!reader. implied simon riley x soap. implied simon riley x f!reader x soap.

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Being home is incredibly boring, especially if you can't move much.

Your brother's been taking care of you, making sure you're eating, that you let your injuries breathe, and soon enough, the cuts on your feet allow you to move around on your own. It takes a whole month for your brother to leave you alone for longer than a few hours. It's a good thing, really, because if you want to spend hours just laying in your bed and crying in silence as you stare at the ceiling, you can. He would only come whenever you needed a ride, anyway.

Despite being able to move around and now even managing to use your sensitive fingers, you dread the idea of going outside. You have to wear sandals and loose pants, because your toes cannot, by any means, be touched by any kind of fabric yet, or else you're grimacing in pain. Feeling defenseless hasn't been a thing ever since you became part of the team. Not even your skills could take down Simon, but you could put up a fight with them all, easily; never won, but you were confident with anyone else on the street.

No doubt you could still beat them up, your skills are still there, but the idea of someone somehow restricting your movements felt like torture all over again. The idea of anyone getting a hold of you makes you want to throw up. Your mind and body betray you, making you remember those awful moments, and you don't realize you're pulling a face.

"You're spacing out".

You look up at the therapist, giving her a little nod as an apology, getting comfortable on the seat. Restless, you can't help but look around for a moment again. The office is incredibly white, clean, filled with mirrors for whatever fucked up reason, and the only thing that isn't grey or white is one of the cushions on the couch on the other side of the room. It's deep purple. It looks awful.

Seemingly realizing you won't be of much help with the question she just asked you, she gives you a smile. "How are your nails? I can see you're using your hands a lot more".

"They're healing" you reply, looking down at your fingers instead of focusing on the cushion. "I can use my hands pretty normally now, but I can't use the stove for long".

"Because of the heat". An affirmation. You've already mention it before, and you're not surprised she remembers that. Probably read it on her notes.

"It hurts, yeah".

"And how are your feet?" she asks, looking down at the way you absentmindedly drag your hands on your pants from your thighs to your calves in slow movements. You only realize what you're doing because you can hear the way her pen drags across the paper, distracting you.

"Well... I can only wear sandals. Doctor said I should be okay to move around with real shoes in three months".

"And what do you think?"

"He's the doctor. I want to believe he knows what he's doing, so I can't really question it. I do hope it heals sooner, though".

The therapist writes down on her notebook. With an uncomfortable feeling, you desperately want to know what she's writing, your eyes drifting to the movement of the pen, but you can't make out a single letter.

"So you trust the doctor, right?" she questions, moving one of her erasers to the other side of her desk. Your eyes are fixed entirely on it, on the little thud the eraser makes when she sets it down.

"He knows best, that's for sure. If he's there, must be a reason" you answer, tilting your head as she keeps moving her things around, making them fit somewhere else on her desk. The pencil goes to the left, then to the right, the eraser from top to bottom of the notebook, as if she's as antsy as you are.

"Do you apply that thought somewhere else? Like... at work? Or if you need help at a store and find an employee, maybe?"

The therapist's eyes are on you all the time, your hands, your anxious feet; your little habits coming to light with a single look. The way you bite the inside of your lower lip, the little double blink you make when she moves something in her desk yet again, even if you don't say anything.

"Of course. If they know their way around, it's only right that I ask for help, and trust that" you answer, frowning. You don't think that question is relevant at all, but she keeps writing, and writing.

"I see. Thank you. Now, you mentioned you've been texting G- Simon. Can you tell me how it makes you feel?"

You go silent for a moment, your fingertips dragging across your arm, so softly you can barely feel it. "It's better now".

During the first three months of being home, Simon would text you nearly every single day. He didn't expect a text back and you knew that, because you told him you wouldn't promise to be responsive. Simon would send you pictures of their plain meals, of Gaz sleeping on your bed, Johnny posing next to Price with their thumbs up, or terrible selfies of himself. Always without a mask.

Tuesday

11:27

"Price scolded Johnny because he had crumbs on his uniform. It was hilarious"

Saturday

03:26

"Just got back. Everyone ok"

Even Johnny would text you from time to time. It was mostly memes, awful stickers or ridiculous, random photos of Gaz mid talking, his face weird, or Price smacking Simon's head, or the entire team posing for a picture, Gaz' arm hovering to the side as if to hug your shoulders. You didn't even need to wonder why Gaz hadn't texted you; that man hated technology with a passion.

Still, you never texted back.

You didn't really pay attention to the texts, or the little voice notes, or the selfies. You didn't feel like reading them properly, always leaving them on seen or just grunting to yourself whenever you heard their distinctive tone. Why you didn't change it in the past few months, you don't know. Maybe that's a question for your therapist.

But then, the texts stop.

Monday

16:49

"Tough job"

"We leave at midnight"

23:42

"Text you when we're back"

Only, Simon doesn't text back. For days. For weeks.

You can't pretend you're not worried. It's impossible, really. You're half-tempted to call him, but you can't, you don't know how it will feel to hear his voice again. He said he'd text you and he hasn't, so he isn't back yet, and you don't want to feel vulnerable by opening up. Yet.

You go through Simon's chat, actually paying attention to whatever he sent you. You realize he sometimes sent you long texts, apologizing, accepting what he did, and even a few voice notes that you didn't notice before. They made your heart race as you listened.

"I hurt you, and I'm sorry. I love you, and you don't have to forgive me"

"Garrick told me to tell you that if you aren't eating he'll go and— shut the hell up, Johnny, I'm talking!"

"Tell her we'll go visit her by the end of the month".

That's Price's voice, you realize.

Feeling incredibly choked up, you check Johnny's chat next. You're expecting to find nothing but memes, as you've seen in passing, but when you see he sent you long, long texts, you finally let yourself cry properly.

He's been apologizing since the day you left, too afraid to face you but his texts are so poorly written you know he was in a rush, or crying, or both. His voice notes, however... they just make you break.

"I'm so sorry. I can't undo what we did. You don't owe me anything, I just... really hope you can at least tolerate me. If not, please know I'll always care for you. I love you. Goodnight".

Something inside of your chest eases, maybe moved to the point of forgiveness, even if just a moment. Your therapist has been helping you unveil whatever you missed during that day— during the torture. It's been a tough process, and she insisted you visited twice a week instead of once, but it helped. You could now understand.

Still, understanding the situation only makes your worry grow.

"Text you when we're back"

For two long weeks, there's nothing, from nobody. Only silence and fear. For the first time since you left, you're scared for them. Scared you'll have to open the door one day and it'll be Price, or maybe not even him, telling you the team is dead.

On the second week, your therapist says you can give them a call, or text them if it's more comfortable. When you say you can't, she advices you to write them letters.

"Tell them whatever you wish to say. If you're angry, write it. If you're worried, write it. There's no good or bad feelings, and it's only right to feel them. Write them for yourself, and then you can choose to give them to your team, or not".

And you did.

A whole notebook of messy writing, some tears staining the paper, and your hate slowly turned to understanding. Real understanding. Not forgiveness, not yet, but it's progress.

By the third week with no news, you just can't handle it anymore. You press call without a second thought and your heart squeezes painfully in your chest when it rings, and rings, and rings.

Hopeless, you lay in your bed, your mind working overtime as you stare at the ceiling.

A muffled dinging sound startles you awake, shifting on the bed to find your phone because that's Simon's tone. Adjusting your vision, you realize it fell from your hands to the ground when you fell asleep. You dive for it, grimacing when your sensitive fingertips brush against the carpet, but to see his name there is enough for you to endure it.

Thursday

01:22

"Safe. Couldn't text you earlier"

01:22

"You called me. Are you hurt?"

01:22

"Safe. Call me"

"Now"

His name pops up not even a moment later, his ringtone filling your ears. When you pick up, he's barely breathing, and you wonder if you're about to be told bad news.

Simon explains they were on a very tough mission, and that that was why he couldn't text you, or communicate with you at all. You could hear him shift, move around. Restless.

They got caught in enemy territory, surviving the best they could for two weeks, Simon tells you. Johnny was shot in the leg and Gaz was the one who helped him out, since Simon was too busy dragging Price, who was bleeding out because someone decided it would be fun to put a bullet through his left shoulder.

"I wasn't any better. Dr. Wilson called me a dick, and then made me lay down because I was shaking. Ridiculous" he grunts, his voice hushed on the other side of the line. "Got shot on my side, I just didn't feel it, but I was better than the other two".

He doesn't seem to expect you to speak, huffing and shuffling. You can tell he's in the clinic room, the echo incredibly familiar by now.

Of course, he doesn't tell you that the reason why he didn't text you the whole past week, is because he's been asleep, drugged out of his mind because of the pain.

"Everyone's okay. No risk. Garrick's the only one who didn't get hurt. I think—"

"I was worried, Simon. I'm glad everyone is okay".

There's silence for a long moment. Simon takes a deep breath from the other side of the phone, sighing deeply. You could hear the smile in his tone. "I wouldn't let myself get killed, luv. I'm sorry I couldn't text you before. We're safe now".

You two spend the rest of the night on the call, with you mostly staying in silence and listening. You can't believe how scared you've been for all of them, for Simon. You know it's gonna be hard to fully forgive them, if at all, but you can't help the way your body relaxes as you hear him breathing against your ear. You can't help the way your arms curl around the pillow, seeking his warmth. As before.

The call goes on for long hours. When your soft hums as he speaks stop coming to his end, Simon goes quiet, realizing you've fallen asleep. He sighs and shifts to look at the ceiling, holding the phone against his ear. Focusing on your soft breathing, he let's himself fall asleep, the gunshot wound completely unimportant if he gets to listen to you sleeping again.

He just wishes you were there.

im so sick y'all, my head hurts, but I obviously couldn't resist! also, you guys like Marina? her new song is so good! mowgli's road's vibes.

the therapist's room I'm describing in the story is actually my therapist's old room. I hated it so BAD. the mirrors were a terrible decision. also, if you can't relate to this type of therapy, that's fine. it's just my experience.

again, styling is fully intentional. can y'all tell how our reader is feeling?~

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You jolted up to see a boy with neat fringe hair cut, and nerdish glasses. He looked at you with softness, his hand lifting up to wave at you. You swore you could see a small bit of blush on his pale cheeks. There stood the Wayne brother of this class.

Tim Drake.

Present time. Time: 8:10 am. Date: Wednesday , 7th, 20XX.

You stared at Tim in shock before you looked away from him. The boy frowns as he sits next to you, “Hey… Y/N? Is something wrong?” He quizzes as he places his hand again onto your shoulder.

You tensed up as memories blared into your brain.

Blood, blood all over his hands as he grabs you along with a small brown skinned boy who stranded by him.

“We had to do this for you… they aren’t perfect like we are for you.” The voice says, echoing in your head. The last thing you felt was something inserted into your neck.

You snapped out of your thoughts when Tim kept calling your name. You looked at him, flashes of his dark cold face of that switched with his concerned soft one. You started to breathe heavily, you felt as time was going slow. He reached his hand lifts off of your should and goes towards you.

Your mind kept switching to him dragging you across the floor. How his younger brother was just coldly staring at you.

Before Tim could touch you, you slapped his hand from your face with wide eyes and narrowed brows. The boy moves back, pulling his hand to his chest. Shock written on his face as you started to calm down from him moving back.

“S..sorry.” You said softly, chuckling it off. How weak and embarrassing can you get. Showing that the accident was getting to you. “Guess I’m not feeling that well after all.”

Tim’s eyes soften as he nods, “I see. Well, I’m glad you’re back in school now. I’ve been worried that you may had it be homeschooled.” You nodded, really wishing he would be quiet. You looked forward at the teacher who was showing the programs of coding. Tim continued talking, looking at your side profile with soft dilated eyes.

“And if you did, you wouldn’t be safe either ways.”

“What?” You turn back to him who was looking forward like you. Tim looks back at you with a raised brow. “Hm? What’s wrong?” “Did… did you say something?” You felt yourself get nervous now. You swore you heard what you heard.

“I didn’t say anything? Are you sure you’re okay?” Tim says worried, a frowns appeared on his face. “Wow, you weren’t really joking about not being okay still..”

“Yeah…” you gazed onto his face, studying him to see if he’s hiding anything. You point to the glasses on his face.

“What’s up with the glasses? You never wore them before?” You said with a raised brow. That seem to make Tim’s face burst red, he messed with the glasses a bit before looking at you with a wide smile.

“Well with programming classes and coding a lot in robotics, my eyes started to get a little weak. So I had to get checked out and yeah.” He says as he stares at you with a soft stare.

Raising a brow, you looked at him confused. Tim always had 20/20 vision. He told you himself, he never needed glasses…

“But didn’t you always use to—”

“MX. [LASTNAME] & MR. DRAKE!”

You and Tim jolted at the teacher’s loud voice as the coding character has finished the programming. Classmates turned at you with either annoyance or confusion.

“Stop talking. Pay attention or I’m writing you both up.” With a stern look, the teacher turns back to the board. Leaving you with your hand in your hair and a confused face.

What the fuck was happening?

Tim could see you breaking down a little beside him, only moving his eyes to glance at you. His eyes started to darken.. he remembered.

“[name], what’s your type?” A girl with pigtails said, she looked at Jason. This was all in middle school. “My type is Jason! He got this bad boy vibe about him.” She giggles behind her hand. “You’re so lucky to have Jason by you.. I would die the second they say hi to me..” you awkwardly chuckled, “I don’t know what my type is.. I’m not really into dating.” You rubbed your arm. The girl gives you a raised brow, “No way you don’t have a type! You have to have a type at least…”

“Okay okay.. fine. I guess I like nerdy guys? Like Andrew Garfield spider man wise.. yknow? He looked hot with the glasses on.” The girl’s eyes widen as she shook you hard. “Omg yesss!!! I agree as well!!”

You and the girl walked away from where you were standing by the swing sets, not knowing a certain boy with a fringe heard what you said.

“So they like nerdy guys….” Tim looks down before a dark smile itched across his face.

“Okay.”

After class ended, you got from your seat ignoring the calls of Tim fumbling to get his notebooks and bag. You didn’t think a certain Wednesday would be like this when coming back from a few days.

Next class is Art, ah yes the peacefulness of creating the art inside of your mind and into the world. You smiled a genuine smile as you went to the 2nd floor of the school and into the class.

Sitting down, you let out a fresh breath of air.

Nothing can go wron—

“Hello, [last name].”

And it can.

When you turned to your left, there sat the worse of them all.

Damian Wayne.

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[dulcescorderitas]

the cave still reeked of blood and damp stone, the air thick with the lingering presence of the wendigo that had nearly torn sam apart. but sam wasn’t looking at the darkness where it had fled—he was looking at you.

his blue eyes blown with worry and anger, his chest still rising and falling too fast, fists clenched at his sides. “what the hell were you thinking, bunny?” his voice was sharp, barely restrained, like he was holding himself together by a thread. “jumping in front of that thing? throwing yourself between me and a fucking wendigo? are you out of your damn mind?”

your pulse was still hammering, adrenaline buzzing through your veins, but you lifted your chin. “you were wide open, sam! what was i supposed to do, just let it rip your throat out?”

“yes!” his voice cracked like a whip against the cave walls. “you were supposed to let me handle it! i’m a hunter, bunny, this is what i do. you think i can live with you getting torn apart because of me?”

your hands curled into fists. “and you think i can live with you getting killed?” your voice wavered only slightly, but your glare stayed steady. “sam, it was faster than you. stronger. i saw it moving, i knew what was gonna happen—”

“you don’t know shit!” his hand dragged through his hair, fingers trembling slightly. “damn it, you think you’re the only one who can protect someone? you think i want you bleeding out in my arms because you decided my life was more important than yours?”

his voice cracked on that last part, and it made your stomach twist.

your breath hitched, but you didn’t back down. “if it was the other way around, would you have let me die?”

sam exhaled sharply. his hands found your shoulders, firm but not rough, shaking slightly with the force of everything he wasn’t saying. “this isn’t the same.”

“it’s exactly the same.” your voice was quiet now, but no less stubborn. “you’d do anything to keep me safe. so why the hell do you expect me to be any different?”

his jaw clenched, muscles tense like he wanted to argue—but he couldn't. he just swore under his breath and pulled you in, crashing his lips against yours.

it wasn’t soft. it was hot and filled with desperation, his fingers digging into your waist like he was grounding himself, like he needed to feel you solid and real and alive against him. his breath was shaky when he pulled back just enough to murmur against your lips, “damn you, bunny.”

you exhaled, fingers gripping his jacket. “guess that makes us even.”

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[dailylcy]

BANANA PUDDING - a lee chanyoung oneshot

이찬영 “꽃잎이 번지면 당신께도 새로운 봄이 오겠죠”— when the petals spread , new spring will come to you too.

⟢ pairing: costumer!anton x barista!reader 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

synopsis: You work at a coffee shop in New Jersey, where Anton, a regular customer, always orders the same dessert: banana pudding. What starts as small, friendly exchanges turns into something more as you both begin to notice the subtle chemistry between you. As time goes on, Anton slowly breaks out of his usual routine, making gestures that hint at deeper feelings. will this end as another romance story?

⟢ word count: 1.4k 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 ⟢ genre: fluff , slice of life ish ☆⋆｡𖦹

The door of the cafe chimed as Anton walked in, a little messy from the rain outside, his hoodie pulled over his head. He paused for a second as he rubbed off the droplets of rain on his clothes , looking around the cozy interior like he was trying to figure out what he was supposed to do. When his gaze landed on you behind the counter, you gave him a smile.

“Hey there! What can I get you today?” you asked, wiping your hands on your apron as you looked up to meet his eyes.

He seemed a little unsure, his eyes scanning the menu above your head. “Uh…I’ll just have the banana pudding please” he said, his voice was quieter than you expected. It was almost shy, like he was confessing to you instead of just ordering dessert.

“Good choice” you smiled, pulling the container down. “It’s our best-seller. I’ll have it ready for you in just a minute.”

As you got to work, you noticed Anton still standing by the counter, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. His eyes were everywhere like he didn’t know where to look. There was something endearing about his nervousness, like he was trying to be invisible, but failing in the cutest way ever.

You decided to ask him about it. “First time here?” you asked, handing him the small bowl of pudding.

He took the bowl, his fingers brushing lightly against yours. You could’ve sworn your heart skipped a beat , but you didn’t let it show. “Yeah. I’ve heard good things, though” Anton said, his eyes briefly meeting yours before he quickly looked away.

“Well, I hope we can live up to what you’ve heard” you said, giving him a last small smile and going to one of the tables waiting for their food. He smiled shyly back at you before moving to an empty table by the window.

You watched him for a moment as he sat down, stirring the pudding. His focus seemed so intense, like he was in his own world. part of you wondered if he was always this quiet, or if it was just because he’s shy around strangers.

The days that followed were the same pattern. Anton would come in, order his usual banana pudding,sit by the window and repeat. if you got lucky , you two would exchange a few words, nothing too deep, but there was always a quiet warmth in your conversations.

One afternoon, you were cleaning the counter when you heard his voice behind you again. “I was thinking of trying something new today. What would you recommend?”

You turned around to find him standing there, his hands shoved deep in his hoodie pockets, looking almost nervous. It was a total opposite to the usual calm he carried.

“New? Really?” You leaned against the counter, pretending to look over the menu. “I’m impressed. You’ve been loyal to the banana pudding for a while now.”

He shrugged, looking down at the floor. “I don’t know. I guess I’m feeling like trying something new today.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Alright, i think you would like the strawberry shortcake, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. It’s a little less… safe.”

He grinned at that. “I like a good challenge.”

When you handed him the dessert, you both locked eyes for a second, the air between you suddenly felt heavier. His smile was a little more confident this time, and there was something about the way he was looking at you that made your pulse quicken.

This time , You were the one backing off from the eye contact, The way he looked at you made your stomach ache , in a good way! But you couldn’t understand what is happening to you every time he’s around..

Those days turned into weeks, and Anton’s visits became a part of your routine. It wasn’t just the banana pudding anymore. It was the small moments you shared — the way he asked about your day, the way he looked at you when you handed him his order, the way his voice softened when he talked about anything that seemed important to him. There was a growing connection, but neither of you seemed to know how to acknowledge it.

One evening, after the café had closed already and you were getting ready to go home, you found Anton sitting by the window, looking out at the darkening streets. The light from the café cast a soft glow over him, making him look almost like he belonged there. You walked over, brushing a few stray strands of hair out of your face before talking.

“Hey, you okay?” you asked, your voice softer than usual.

Anton turned to face you, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Yeah, just… thinking.”

“About what?” You sat down next to him, the air between you two now feeling intense in a way you couldn’t ignore.

He hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering between your eyes and the window. “Just… about you.” he said, the words coming out slower than usual.

Your heart skipped a beat. “me?”

He nodded, a small, almost unoticeable sigh escaping. “Mhm. Every time I come here, it just feels like…I don’t know. Like I want to be closer to you, but I’m not sure how.”

You felt a warmth rush through you, and before you could stop yourself, you blurted, “You know, I feel the same way.”

For a moment, neither of you said anything. There was just the soft sound of the rain tapping against the window, and the realization that what had been slowly building between you two was now impossible to ignore.

Anton finally turned to face you fully, his expression serious. “So, what do we do about it?”

Your breath caught in your throat. There was something about the vulnerability in his voice that made everything feel so much more real. You reached out, your hand brushing against his, the warmth of his skin against your coldness sending a rush through your body.

“I guess we take it slow” you whispered, not sure where this would lead, but knowing it was what you wanted to happen

Anton’s eyes softened, and he gave you a small, relieved smile. “Slow sounds good.”

A week later, you found yourself standing outside the aquarium, Anton beside you, his hand brushing against yours every once in a while as if testing the waters. The place was quiet, lit by soft blue lights and the calm sound of water. You were both a little nervous, a little unsure, but there was a gentle sense of thrill in it too.

“I didn’t know you were going to bring me to an aquarium when you said you wanted to take me out” you said as you walked side by side, looking into a tank filled with glowing jellyfish.

Anton shrugged, his hand now more firmly wrapped around yours. “I don’t know, something about it calms me down. Plus, it’s quiet…sorry if you dont like it”

“I like it” you said, and he asked with a small laugh. “You sure?”

You glanced up at him,looking at his eyes, warm but shy. “Yeah. Its Quiet, like when you’re here, I like quiet”

he suddenly grabbed your hand , intertwining your fingers, sending a small shiver up your spine. The moment felt like it could go in a million different directions, but Anton’s grip tightened slightly, grounding you both.

As you reached towards the end of the aquarium, you stopped in front of a large tank full of colorful fish. The soft light made the whole space feel like a dream. Anton turned to you, his eyes searching yours for a moment.

“I love you” He said. Then, before you could say anything, he stepped closer, leaning in, and kissed you gently. It was soft, hesitant at first, but it deepened slowly, the taste of his lips lingering as the world around you seemed to fade away.

When he pulled back, He had that smile he had when he first saw you and for a moment, neither of you spoke. There was no need. The kiss had said everything.

That day you came back to anton’s place and as you closed your eyes, Anton wrapped around you, You couldn’t help but smile, knowing that this connection, this slow love, had all started over something as simple as banana pudding.

note: “When I was living in the US, there was a place that made really delicious banana pudding.” - anton 2025 , if u wondered what inspired me to write this <3 ( and also bcs i love banana pudding )

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HERMIT UNIVERSITY socmed

PART 7

Mumbo was doing his best to type and walk at the same time. He had gotten extremely bored when his arms started aching. He was carrying spare parts for Tangos robot to the workshop. His own little Grumbot was already waiting there. He picked up his speed when he entered the building. He was just a few steps away from his corrodior when a big bumbling man turned the corner and they crash into eachother.

Mumbo being a long lean thing fell like a puppet who's strings released on impact. The bigger man didn't seem to keep himself up much better. The bigger man landed on his bum, Mumbo landing face first in his lap.

"Woah there! you okay buddy?" The man asked from above Mumbo, who froze absolutely mortified. Slowly he turned around in the lap of the strange man looking straight up at the *Damn* at the very handsome man.

"Y-yeah I....I okay, Me, buddy is" He managed to get out. He was screaming at himself internally. This was the guy! The shirtless man form the other day. The guy with the cat who moved into Mumbos old dorm. Hadn't he been so mortified he would've wanted to say something to the very handsome young man. Instead he slowly rose to his feet. started to pick up his robotic pieces before he excused himself.

"I'm terribly sorry, I need to go" He said, He didn't even have the time to reflect over the other man's crutches. Nor his extremely confused expression as Mumbo rushed off.

Scar, the mystery handsome man in question, slowly got back on his feet. He saw a metallic mustache laying on the floor as he rose...He picked it up. Looked back one last time before shrugging and continuing his own way.

Gem sighed. She knew her friend was just being dramatic. As she arrives to the workshop so does Tango and Impulse.

"GEMSTONE! what you doing here?" Impulse calls to his roommate as he spots her. She smiles with a shrug.

"Mumbo had a mortifying wet cat moment" She explained and before anyone could say anything more Mumbo was already standing in the doorway to the workshop looking like said wet cat.

"Gem :(" he whined, she had to force down a laugh as to not laugh in her friends face. Tango was not so talented but he got a swift elbow in the side from Impulse.

"I couldn't even say I was okay!!" He whined sitting down with a deep sigh. "Why can't I just be silly with the dorm thing!! why do I have to be socially awkward too" He continued to vent his heart out. He did lose her though

"Excuse me? what? dorm thing?" She repeated, Mumbos face dropped again as he thought about it. He groaned annoyed.

"Yeah I forgot to sign up for a dorm" He explained exasperated

"Well where did you sleep this night?" Gem pressed

"Tango let me crash at their dorm. I'm gonna stay there until there's a vacancy" Mumbo continued his explanation. Gem felt a dread in her stomach

"Ooooh, Mumbo you can't do that they're gonna start doing impromptu dorm checks next week" She said as carefully as she could without freaking Mumbo out even more.

"WHAT" she shouted it hadn't helped. Gem walked up to the tall man. Impulse and Tango followed suit.

"Well yeah they're checking to make sure no one unwanted is at uni" She explained Mumbos shoulders dropped aswell now.

"I guess that makes sense but" He sighed not finishing his thoughts.

"Gem don't tell on us please" Impulse suddenly said, Gem must've had made some face that made him worry. She shaked her head

"Of course not!" She said, she would never rat out her friend.

"Good, and Mumbo we'll just always be ready to hide you until you have your own dorm. Can't be too hard" Tango finished in Impulse stead. Gem was tempted to argue but Mumbo seemed to be genuinely on the werge of tears if she'd say something more.

"Y-yeah!" She let out instead. "a-and if you need to duck out I guess you can always come over to the trout dorm" She added on before thinking properly, she glanced at Impulse who simply nodded. It did seem to help though, Mumbo seemed far less sad.

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[pkmndaisuki]

Here's some new guesses/hopes for Legends ZA following those new trailers in no particular order:

Inverse Battles return

Inverse Battles were battles where the entire type chart was reversed. Normal was Super-Effective against Ghost, Steel was weak to almost everything, it was so cool. But it was only available in one random house... right next to Terminus Cave. Where Zygarde was. (ORAS had them as well, but only in a specific place in Mauville.) They were such a unique gimmick, I would love to see at least one place where you can do them.

PokéDex can be completed single-player

Legends Arceus let the player finish the entire Dex without being forced to trade, so I get the feeling that's just gonna be a thing with Legends games going forward. Makes sense since there's only one version.

No multiplayer battles, but trading is allowed

Like the last point, Legends Arceus had no way to battle other players. Likely because of its battle system with the Strong and Agile Style moves. And now that we'll have full free movement in battle, I can see that being a logistical disaster between two human-controlled players. So the only major multiplayer thing will probably be trading.

Trainer Customization expands as the story progresses

Again, Legends Arceus did this with Anthe's store selection upgrading at certain milestones. So I could definitely see Boutique selections rotate as they did in X&Y, or just continually add more options. X&Y invented Boutiques and outfits and haircuts and all that, it would be criminal not to have extensive customization.

Chespin, Fennekin, and Froakie will be Wild Encounters from the start; Chikorita, Tepig, and Totodile will be Gifted and/or Wild Encounters post-credits

This was the case with the Sinnoh starters and the Hisui starters, so it wouldn't surprise me if they did the same with both sets of Kalos starters. Bonus guess: each of the original Kalos starters will be in a different Plaza. Bleu for Froakie, Vert for Chespin, and Rouge for Fennekin.

More areas underground

Paris has famous catacombs beneath the city. Zygarde is a Ground-type typically found underground. One of its signature moves is Land's Wrath. Something's gotta happen down there. (Plus, we went under the city in X&Y already: Lysandre Labs just beneath Lysandre Café between Rouge and Magenta Plazas.)

Prism Tower is more of a Battle Tower than Gym

That little teaser at the end of the trailer had a logo of Prism Tower. Since we're confined to Lumiose, we're not taking on the Gym Challenge, so it being a Gym wouldn't make as much narrative sense. Instead, I can see it being a different kind of battle facility, and I hope it's still run by Clemont.

Roller Skates return

Roller Skating was so fun in X&Y and used to illustrate the full 3D movement on the 3DS, and you learned most of the techniques in Lumiose. There was even a café just for skating enthusiasts! I really hope it comes back, skating around Lumiose was so fun.

Emma will return

We saw a brief glimpse of the Looker Bureau. By the end of Looker's postgame story, he leaves the Bureau to Emma. I really really hope we get to see her she's such a fascinating character please let it happen

A special Legendary will be available postgame

Enamorous was introduced in Legends Arceus' postgame, so it could be that's just gonna be a feature of Legends games. Not saying something brand new like her is gonna show up for sure, but maybe something else that hadn't be easily available. Like Volcanion maybe? It seems, design-wise, associated with part of the Kalos Power Plant, which is just Northwest of Lumiose. It was distribution-only back then, it would be neat to have it available to battle and capture.

Who knows if any of this will be right, but I'm looking forward to PLZA!

[babygirl-diaz]

The Devil You Know (Moodboard and Prologue)

When Tommy breaks up with Buck, Buck doesn’t chase after him or demand a reason. Maybe he should have. Because now he was sitting on the floor of his apartment with a bottle of prosecco in one hand and a baked tray of cookies on the floor beside him as he cried, letting the bubbly taste, bitter taste, and the taste of sugar mix in his mouth. It was Valentine’s Day, and Buck was missing Tommy like hell. He didn’t even get one Valentine’s Day with the man he had fallen in love with. 

As Buck wallowed in his sadness, a knock on the doorbell chimed. “Go away!” he yelled, choking on a cookie. He guessed it was Eddie trying to get him out of the house again. 

“Evan…” A soft voice came from the other side, and Buck immediately became alert. 

It wasn’t Eddie. It was Tommy. 

Buck practically tripped over his own legs as he ran to the door. When he stopped, he realized he was wearing an apron and took it off, tossing it aside. He straightened his shirt with his fingers and also ran his fingers through his hair before opening the door. 

Buck almost fell backward when Tommy crashed into his arms. But he steadied himself and wrapped his arms around the older man. “Tommy? What- what’s wrong?” He asked. He moved Tommy and cupped his bruised face. There was a bruise on his eye, and his nose was bleeding, as was his bottom lip. “Did- did you get into an accident?” He asked. 

“No,” Tommy replied, looking behind him, scared. “Evan, I know this is a huge ask, especially after how I treated you… but can I stay here for a couple of days?” Tommy’s voice trembled as he spoke. “Just until I figure things out.” 

Buck looked at him, confused. “Figure what out? What did you do?” He asked worriedly, cupping Tommy’s busted-up face again to look at him. 

“You should look at the other guy,” Tommy joked. 

“This isn’t funny, Tommy,” Buck chastised him. “Are you running away from cops?” He asked. “I mean, if you are, then that’s all fine and dandy, but I need to know.” 

Tommy bit his swollen bottom lip, and Buck hissed before gently pulling it out. 

“You’re gonna hurt yourself,” he told the older man. Tommy looked hesitant, but Buck wasn’t ready to let this go. He sighed, gripped Tommy’s arm, and put it around his shoulder as he practically carried Tommy to the couch. 

“Shit, how bad are your injuries?” He asked. “I’ll get some ice, a First Aid Box, and clean clothes.” But before he could go, Tommy grabbed his wrist. 

“There is something you should know,” Tommy told him. 

Buck sensed that it was serious, so he sat down beside him. “What? What’s going on?” 

“I am in the Witness Protection Program,” Tommy replied. “I have been for the last 10 years.” 

Buck blinked at Tommy before he burst out laughing. 

Tommy frowned at him, and Buck immediately stopped. “Sorry, but that’s the most absurd thing I’ve ever heard!” 

“This was a mistake; I shouldn’t have come her-” Tommy started to get up, but Buck forced him to sit down. 

“Hey, hey, hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh at you,” he told the older man. 

Once Tommy sat back down, Buck got down in front of him and cupped his face again, making the older man look at him. “Tommy, what’s going on?” 

“You won’t believe me if I told you,” Tommy mumbled. 

“Try me,” Buck replied. 

“Do you remember what you told me the day we broke up?” Tommy asked. 

“Yeah, I told you about Abby, and then you got all weird and broke up with me.” Buck’s heart still hurt at the memory. 

“No, after that- Do you remember what you told me after that?” Tommy asked, looking at Buck expectantly. 

Buck thought back to what he said, and then it hit him. “I told you about-” Buck swallowed the lump in his throat. “-about my brother, Daniel.” 

***

Flashback

***

“I haven’t allowed myself to trust anyone since Daniel. Not even Abby,” Buck told Tommy as he sat in front of him and took his hands. 

“Who’s Daniel?” Tommy asked. 

“Daniel was my brother,” Buck replied. “He-” Buck closed his eyes and tried to hold back the tears. “-Twin brother… We were fraternal twins… But we were still two halves of the same coin,” he added, looking down at Tommy’s hands. 

“What happened to him?” There was hesitance in Tommy’s voice. 

“He went missing when we were 8 years old,” Buck explained. He swallowed back his emotions again. “...There was a fair in town. He and I snuck out at night to go to it. Only one of us came back.” 

Buck felt a hand on his arm and looked up to see something in Tommy’s eyes that he couldn’t decipher. It almost looked like fear, but Buck brushed it off as a mistake. 

“Evan-” Tommy started to say something and then abruptly got up from the stool. “I have to go,” he said. 

“What?” Buck asked, confused. 

“Yeah- I- I can’t do this, Evan… Buck. This is too much,” Tommy said with a shaky voice. 

“Too much; what are you talking about? I told you I lost my brother, and you run away?” Buck asked. “And did you just call me Buck?” 

Tommy let out a deep sigh and rubbed his forehead. “I think we should break up.” 

Buck’s instantly broke into a million pieces. “Seriously?” 

Tommy nodded, “Yes. I’ll see you around, Evan,” he said before quietly before walking out. 

***

Present Day

***

“Why did you break up with me, Tommy?” Buck couldn’t hide the hurt from his voice. 

“Because of Daniel,” Tommy replied. 

“Wait… Like my parents, you too think that Daniel’s disappearance was my fault?” He asked.

“What? No!” Tommy answered, and that same terrified look returned on his face. “There is no easy way to say this, Evan, but… Your twin Daniel is alive.” 

“What?” Buck thought this was some sort of a sick joke. 

But then Tommy said something else that pulled the carpet right from under Buck’s feet. “He’s the reason I am in Witness Protection.” 

[yvesssssssss]

Nagumo leaned back on the couch, still grinning like an idiot as he flexed his bicep again. "Come on, just admit it. You’re impressed."

(name) sighed, resting her chin in her hand. "I don’t know. I kind of miss when you were just a sneaky little bastard. Now you’re a buff sneaky little bastard."

Nagumo chuckled, draping an arm around her shoulders. "You say that like it’s a bad thing."

She poked at his arm again, this time squeezing his bicep with both hands. "I’m just trying to figure out when this happened. You never cared about getting big before."

Nagumo smirked. "Well, let’s just say when you fight people like Sakamoto and Takamura, you start to reconsider your approach. Speed’s great and all, but you know what’s even better?"

(name) raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess—being stupidly strong?"

"Exactly," Nagumo said with a grin, giving his arm one last flex before dropping it around her again. "Besides, you’re always going on about how I’m all tricks and no brute force. Figured I’d switch things up."

Nagumo feigned offense. "I’ll have you know, I can bench press more than I weigh now."

(name) leaned into his side, still idly tracing the snake tattoo. "You are all tricks. The muscle doesn’t change that."

(name) smirked. "Oh yeah? Let’s test that theory." Before he could react, she swung a leg over his lap and sat on him.

Nagumo blinked. "Are you… are you challenging me?"

She grinned. "You said you got stronger. Lift me."

Without hesitation, Nagumo wrapped an arm around her waist, effortlessly lifting her off the couch with one arm. (Name)'s smirk faltered slightly as she felt herself rise into the air with barely any effort on his part.

"Still think I’m all tricks?" he teased, holding her up with ease.

(name) crossed her arms, trying to keep her cool. "Fine, I’ll admit it. You have been working out."

"Still think I’m all tricks?" he teased, holding her up with ease.

(name) crossed her arms, trying to keep her cool. "Fine, I’ll admit it. You have been working out."

Nagumo smirked, lowering her back down but keeping his hold firm. "See? You do like the new and improved Nagumo."

She rolled her eyes but didn’t move away. "Yeah, yeah. Just don’t get so bulky that you can’t fit into your disguises anymore."

Nagumo grinned. "Don’t worry. I’ll always be the same sneaky bastard you fell for."

(name) scoffed but let her head rest against his shoulder. "Unfortunately."

Nagumo just laughed, pulling her closer.

[waihtie]

No time yesterday, but I'm back at it today

Season 4 Episode 15 - Deaths Takes a Holiday

○ People not dying who should be dead (shot in the heart, etc)

○ Sam asking about Cas helping

Dean: "Well, last I checked, Huggy Bear ain’t available."

○ Awe. Dean struggling with the idea of "fixing" the whole can't die thing for these locals

○ Alastair's back. Not sure why. Sam sent him away.

○ Ah. The local reaper was kidnapped by demons to break another seal

○ WOAH the boys are gonna get Pamela to help them astral project so they can see reapers. Sick.

● Their souls have left their body

Thank you, Pamela. Look how cute this reaction is.

○ *Dean sticks his hand through Sam

"Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"Get out of me"

○ Poor kid is dead, but sticks around home (no reaper to take him to heaven)

○ Tessa's back. She gave Dean his memories from when he was in that car accident.

○ Dean telling her he wish he had gone with her for good 🥺🥺

"But I guess things are different now"

"What? The angels on your shoulder?"

Dean's seeing a little self-worth 🥺🩷

○ Tessa got got

○ Ha the kid has to each them how to be able to move things

○ More Alastair. Killing the reapers. They gotta save Tessa

○ Poor Pamela always getting the worst of these situations

○ "What the hell?"

Cas baby 🩷 Where The Hell Have You Been, Loca?

Boy looks GOOD

● He captured Alastair

● The whole thing was angel proofed, so he couldn't get to him without the boys' help

○ He had tricked them into helping lol

"Why the hell didn't you just ask?"

I love him. So brilliant. Read him like a book. Is being ridiculously hot without even realizing it.

○ aweeeeeeeeeeee

Dean: "Couldn't you make a few exceptions?"

"You're different"

○ Tessa telling Dean that he wasn't saved bc of a miracle, but bc something nasty is coming 💔

○ Pamela warning Sam about his powers before she died

Side note from an earlier convo:

[terresdebrume]

I keep going back and forth on the topic of where I fall on the allo/aro spectrum, partially because I kind of like. Don't wanna be aro (I'm already trans, queer and autistic with depressive tendencies, I don't need to add another thing to the list)

But another part of it is that even if I am capable of romantic love I probably just wouldn't know, because I already don't really know what platonic love feels like? And I'm not saying I can't love anything or anything like that it's just. Like many other emotions, I kind of have to retroingeneer it, sort of

I know I love my cats, not because I feel a surge of Something when I look at them, but because it makes me smile when they do something cute—my face knows what I'm feeling in those moments, I'm not sure I do. I know I love them because when Pouet died I cried every day for a month and I still cry sometimes, when I think about her. I know I love my cats because my brain keeps lighting up with fear signals when they're sleeping and I don't immediately see their chest move as they breathe.

I know what anxiety feels like, I know what anger feels like (when it explodes), I know what depression feels like because I dealt with them for so long I learned to recognize their physical symptoms! If these emotions didn't leave specific signals in my body then I'm not sure I'd know what they are.

And the thing is... I don't really like. Know what love or affection feels like, I think. Yes I can feel myself smile when I speak to certain people, but I also habitually smile at everybody because it makes things easier socially. I know I like people because if they ask me if I want to do an activity I either say yes or I have regrets about saying no.

My point is: I feel like I don't know my emotions so much as I know the buttons they push in my body, so to speak, but the problem about platonic/romantic love is that I can't imagine they make that different a shame, so who's to say which one it is?

It's funny, in a way, that I don't know something like that at my age. It's also really inconvenient, tbh. There's not really a reason for me to think about this rn except sometimes if I meet a cool dude whom I know is gay I wonder for a minute or two what a relationship with him would be like (which I'm going to assume is not that weird a thing to do) and the last time that happened led to, well. Ponderings about romance I guess

Anyway, the tl;Dr is that it took me decades to figure out the emotions I can recognize now, and I've largely approached social interactions with the inner spirit of a wet Chihuahua for most of that time, so how the fuck do I know if I can't identify those because I'm shit at self understanding or because I don't feel them???

Idk, it's complicated

(Tho honestly it would also be a little bit hilarious if after all this shit I landed on nah just aro. Not my preferred option right now but eh xD)

[cherubcameron]

Igual Que Un Angel

Chapter Seven

Synopsis: Sofia is pregnant, and the last thing she needs is for Rafe to find out. It’s her dirty secret, it’s not like he’s barging down her door to speak to her. He looks as if he’s done with her for good. Will outside forces, force Sofia to confront the situation at hand. Or will she be able to keep this secret up? Not like, her belly isn’t growing everyday or anything.

Authors Note: thank you so much to @beautyinsteadofashes for the graphic!

MASTERLIST

Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8

Two 1/2 months later

At first, he hadn’t realized she’d been missing. His business deals were becoming more and more complicated. The land he wanted to turn into a building complex, the owners wouldn’t sell. So he had to bite back his losses. He’d been too busy with that, to realize Sofia hadn’t worked in weeks. Months actually. —Not only that, he’d been so busy helping Sarah with her new baby. Little JJ was a hassle. Always crying, always needing to be fed. His diaper changed. Rafe didn’t mind it. But he hadn’t realized how swiped up he’d gotten into all of it. Especially since they were still in a custody battle with Rose. There was a lot on his plate.

He also barely had been showing up to the Pelican Yacht Club.

“Hey Phil.” Rafe says, leaning against the counter. Phil turns, regarding Rafe with a polite smile.

“Hello Mr. Cameron. Do you need anything today? A drink? Foo—”

“I’ll like to know where Sofia is.” Rafe says, a firm smile on his face. It doesn’t reach his eyes. Phil looks around the bar, his eyes reverting back to Rafe.

“She’s not working today.” Phil says, his eyes keeps adverting from Rafe and Rafe can’t help but feel agitated.

“Yes, Phil. I can see that. I’m asking you where she is. Not if she’s here or not.”

Phil sighs, “That’s confidential information, I’m sorry. I can’t give out information like that to patrons.”

“Phil, you’ve known me since I was five. Come on.” Rafe raps his fingers against the counter, but still Phil doesn’t budge.

“Not with this kind of stuff, Rafe. I can’t, I could get fired.” He places back down a saucer he was holding.

“Don’t see it like that. If it’s just between us.”

“I’m sorry, I’m not risking my job. I have three kids.” Phil moves around the counter, walking towards an elderly couple.

“Phil—”

“Rafe, I mean it. Let it go.”

“You have to Sofia! It’ll be so much fun! It’s just a baby shower.”

“Lupit—” Lupita cuts her off, Sofia purses her lips.

“Oh come on, you’ve been hauled up in your house; since you’ve been on maternity leave. You deserve to have some fun too.”

Sofia sat back, gnawing at her bottom lip. She finally met lupitas eyes through the screen.

“Christmas just finished, I don’t want anyone thinking I’m trying to munch off of them. Plus New Years just passed. I don’t want anyone feeling obligated to get me anything. Plus I have—literally no friends. And you live so fa—”

“Well…”

Sofia brows furrowed, she finally sits up. A little bit of a struggle, now that her belly was fully round now.

“Lupita. What aren’t you telling me?” Sofia eyes narrow, as Lupita’s smile widen.

“Guess who’s coming to Kildare?”

“No fucking way. Lupita don’t play with me right now.”

“I’m not! I promise, I’m going to be there soon.” Sofia squealed, Lupita let out a laugh.

“Te extrañando muchísimo.”

“Yo también. Te extrañé muchísimo.” Sofía smiles at her cousin through the screen.

“Don’t worry, you won’t be alone anymore.” Sofia couldn’t help but feel a huge weight lift off her shoulders. “So come on! Baby shower! Baby shower! Baby—”

“Okay, okay!” Sofia laughed, shaking her head. Sofia puts a hand on her stomach, feeling the baby kick. She’s been doing that a lot more lately. Which Sofia was grateful for. It felt nice to have a reminder that she was in there.

“Plus I can help you plan it!” Lupita says, through the screen Sofia can see her shaking with excitement. “You don’t have to even lift a finger. All you have to do is sit there and look pretty; as you open your gifts. It doesn’t have to be a big thing.”

“Hey, I’ll still like to help in some way. What day do you come here?”

“In two days.” Lupita says, grinning. “Oh! I keep forgetting to ask. What’re you naming the baby?”

Sofia stared down at her stomach, “Well, since she came into my life unexpected. And completely turning it inside out.” Sofia hand caressed her swollen belly. “She’s brought a light into my life; that I desperately needed more than anything. I’m naming her Aurora, it means dawn.”

Lupita breath hitches, “Wait, that’s so cute. She’s like the sun in your life.” Sofia eyes prick with tears, nodding as she does so.

“She’s my little dawn. My Aurora.”

Sarah tapped her leg gently as she rocked her baby back and forth. Little Jay, as John B called him, slept soundly asleep against her chest.

“She’s going to use, your past drug addiction against you in court, Rafe.” Sarah lightly patted Little Jays back.

Rafe leaned against the kitchen island, “I’m clean now. Doesn’t that like— amount to something— I’m not on any drugs.”

“I know, I know.” Sarah says, still patting Little Jays back.

Rafe scratched his head, he stared out towards the sliding doors. “This is a lot harder than I thought it would be.”

“Well, you can’t exactly snap your fingers and suddenly we’ll have Wheezie. They’re going to look at everything Rafe. They’re trying to make sure we’re fit to take care of Wheezie.”

Rafe tapped his fingers against the counter, his eyes squinting in thought.

“Am I really the only big factor if we get Wheezie or not?”

Sarah gave him an exasperated look, Rafe rolled his eyes, throwing his hands up.

“Plus your past behavior of violence doesn’t make us look good.”

Rafe eyes squinted, “Look I get it—”Someone opens the front door of the house, they both snap their necks to see Kiara coming in.

“Hi, came to see Little Jay.” She has a warm smile on her face, her eyes lighting up as she spots the little bundle of joy in Sarah’s arms.

“Oh my gosh, Kie! I’m going to pretend like you’re here for me instead of the baby.” Sarah practically glows as she sees her best friend.

Kiara laughs, “Can’t help it that he’s so cute and makes me want to pinch his cheeks.” Rafe regards Kiara with a simple glance. Before walking to the fridge, pulling out a pitcher of water.

He turns, he does a double take at the way both Kiara and Sarah are gawking at him. Mouths wide open.

“I drink water, okay.”

“Me when I lie.” Kiara says sarcastically, causing Rafe to glare at her.

“Okay, I don’t need to take your shit today.” Rafe pours himself a glass of water. Kiara rolls her eyes, as Sarah delicately places Little Jay into her hands. Kiara cradles him into her arms, her eyes now focused on him.

“Rafe.” Sarah scolds. But Rafe keeps drinking his water, agitated now that Kiara is in his house. Rafe continued to roll his eyes, he knows he’s acting childishly. He knows this is the kind of behavior he was trying to change from. But sometimes bad habits died hard.

Plus he was still agitated that Phil had completely dismissed him. Where the hell was Sofia? A part of him knew he shouldn’t care about her anymore. Not after the whole Groff and Hollis situation. But it was nagging at him, that something deeper was going on.

The stress from knowing something was going on. And he had no knowledge of what it was—it was killing him. Then the Wheezie custody battle with Rose.

Then his business deals going south. Rafe rubbed his head, placing the cup of water down briefly. Stress was an understatement on how he felt. He just needed to focus on the things that mattered. Like little Jay, Sarah and getting Wheezie back. His mind briefly wanders to Sofia but he shakes his head.

His thoughts were cut off as Sarah spoke.

“Oh uh Topper told me—”He doesn’t want to hear it, doesn’t want to know what Topper told Sarah. He doesn’t even let her continue as he walks out the room. They’ll talk about Wheezie another time.

January 12 2025

Sofia hugged Lupita, her arms circling around her cousin. Lupita hugged her back, trying to not hug her too tightly. Sofia was starting to secretly dislike how everyone treated her like she was fragile. Thankfully, Jane was such a big help in making her feel comfortable. They talked on the phone a lot more. Sofia always seeking her advice. What kind of diapers do newborns get? What kind of clothes to? From where? Where were the cheaper options? When could she go back to work to take care of her baby?

Sofia let her cousin go, Lupita placed her bag down onto the floor. Lupita scanned Sofia, her eyes going to Sofia’s rounded out belly.

“Your baby bump! Sofia, she’s getting bigger everyday!” Lupita says smiling, her hand going onto Sofias stomach. Lupita giggles as she feels the baby kick.

“She kicks like crazy too.” Lupita shakes her head in glee. Lupita sits down on Sofias bed, staring around.

“You’re doing okay, Sof?” Lupita asks, she pauses briefly, “Your dad—has he come around.”

Sofia stared out her door, “He uh… offered to built me a crib for the baby. From scratch.”

“So he’s warming up to it then?” Sofia shrugs, sitting down carefully on the lazy chair she brought herself.

“He’s coming around to it, I think. He’s been talking to me again. But he doesn’t really mention the baby.” Sofia hand rests once more on her swollen belly. “But a start is a start right?”

Lupita nods, “Oh that reminds me. I already made the flyer for the baby shower. Let me use your email so I can send it to the people you know.”

“A flyer? Lupita, why a flyer? Why emails? No one is going to open those.”

“Please most of our family is old fashioned. I know you and my mom send emails back and forth. And Tia Cassandra too. So hand your phone over.” Lupita gesticulated for Sofia to hand it over. Sofia placed her phone into Lupita’s hand. “Let me just send it to you first and then I’ll send it out as an email to everyone else.”

“Okay.”

Lupita pulled out her phone and began to send the email to Sofia. Then she began to send it to everyone that Sofia had on her email list; on her phone.

“Okay, that’s everyone. The fact that you email our family members is weird, Sof.” Sofia cheeks felt like they were burning.

“Shut up.” She said, ducking a little as her head went inwards. Lupita laughed.

“You freaking nerd.” Lupita approaches her, placing Sofia’s phone back into her hand; kissing her cheek. “Te amo mucho Sofia. You’re going to have the best night of your life. I promise you.”

Sofia smiled up at her cousin, happy that she finally felt less alone. Lupita had a way of always lighting up any room she was in. As childish as her cousin could be. It was nice to know someone had childlike wonder.

“Te amo también.” Sofía lips pursed into a gentle smile. “Now, let’s go see the crib my dads been making in the garage. Come on.” Lupita helps Sofia up from the lazy chair;the both of them; headed towards the garage.

Ruthie sat on her bed, trying to find something to watch on her laptop. She was sick and tired of Topper bitching and moaning about Rafe. It was all he could talk about.

Her laptop pings with a notification from her email. Probably having to do with something she probably didn’t care about. She was tired of her dad trying to get her into his business. She wasn’t one to care about those things. She preferred to just shop, host the galas that she always did. And call it a day. She rolled her eyes, letting out a deep sigh. She groaned, “For fuck sake, can’t I just get a damn break from this shit?”

When she finally clicks on the notification, her eyes widen in surprise. Then narrowed in suspicion. Why was Sofia sending her a email? She hadn’t needed her to cater for her again.

Then she sat up, “Holy fuck.” She can’t help the grin that spreads along her face. Can’t help but feel almost triumphant. “Well that explains so much.” Ruthie grins, “Sofia, Sofia, Sofia. Looks like you have one hell of a secret you were trying to hide.” A malicious laugh leaves her lips, she shakes her head.

[overnightheartbeats]

She felt her phone vibrate, and figured that Javi had replied to her or her friends were checking in. Both were items she'd tend to in a bit, since she had chosen to engage in conversation with Nate. "You?" She asked incredulously, only because last night, he sounded so nonchalant about the cleaning crew taking care of it. It also didn't make much sense, his mother would surely have a fit seeing him like this. Though, that was almost an amusing thought. "That is pretty great, I have to admit." Ivette was intrigued, there was no denying. So, she stood up from her seat and followed after him. "How's the cleaning going then? Earlier start than right now? So you're an early bird." It was not even seven yet, and he had already been gone when she awoke. "I slept pretty well," she couldn't help but be truthful. "The air was fine, I didn't even realize the air conditioning unit had to be switched. So, you're clean up crew, maintenance. Is there something you don't do around here?"

It was a start. They were not lifelong friends that she'd share every single thing with, but they were exchanging more than a few words. So, hopefully that was the start of a good thing. It just didn't help that everything she had been keeping at bay for so many years, begged to be released now. "I wouldn't want to interrupt your cleaning routine. Unless you wanted food?"

Ivette turned in the direction of the whistle to see the hand asking Nate for some instruction, and hearing him reply in Spanish, it made her heart skip several beats. Oh, he sounded amazing in spanish, it made her weaker than she wanted to show. "Hm, okay yes. Breakfast would be great, if you let me help. As long as you give me some guidance, admittedly my cooking skills are not all that great."

As they headed towards the kitchen, she took a seat at the kitchen table while Nate spoke to another person. It'd only be a few minutes. Ivette took her phone and saw the familiar notification, opening the email, eager for her friend's wisdom. Reading the name she chose to give when asking for advice way back when made her smile. It did kind of feel like her name now. Though, she did feel bad that she was not being completely truthful with him. It was ironic how she was honest with him with her most vulnerable parts, but not the simple things like her real name.

I did promise to write when I got a chance. I also just had forgotten how much quicker email is over handwritten letters. Though, those were fun. It's not that I regret it, I just know it's not going to help in the long run. Even more so when I know it's not going anywhere. What stopped me, good question. Remembering that he left me was a big one. I've tried moving past that, but it hurts still. Last time I told him that, he still left. I think I'm serious Javi, I have been holding on to this because I don't know, even now - I wish he had loved me enough. But, like we've said before, I can't change someone's mind. So I guess, it'll just be a while before I can rip off the bandaid. I'm here for a few weeks. It is terrifying! Even more terrifying, I'm trying to be friends instead. I'm just unbelievable. You always know the right thing to say, it's amazing (and very scary sometimes). Just wish i could do a bit more to give back some of the help you've given me. How are you doing? You're also still front of line for that elixir. Everything going okay in your world, or more love troubles plaguing you? Thanks, you're the best. You remind me to be productive, I should do that too. But, I might've become a big fan of mojitos last night. True that, a moment to myself might clear my head. It's either that, or running back home.

His phone chimed in his back pocket and that had him stop what he was doing to tend to it. A bench across he saw and sat on it. Putting his feet up to lean over the arm to respond. A small smile crossed his features as he saw the email from his pen pal. The person who had become a friend in the months they'd started talking. The first thing that had him intrigued was how similar they were to each other. How their lives seemed so similar. They found common ground and that was the start of their friendship.

As he read the email he sighed and somehow this read like his feelings had spilled onto the page. Writing back was easier than he thought.

hey marina! I didn't think I'd hear from you since you went back home. But I'm glad to see you back in my email notifications.

Mistakes aren't often mistakes like people think they are. Do you regret what happened yesterday? If you went back would you regret it? You're not giving yourself any credit there. What stopped you? Was it your fear of knowing what he'd think and not what your mind would conjure up? The way I see it is if you're serious about moving on and getting over him then you'll need to put yourself first and rip the bandaid off. I know it's scary and I wish I could tell you that elixir is ready because you know I'd be the first to take it. But, you're hurting yourself by not being honest. Don't do it for him but for you. You deserve a chance to move on from the pain.

Thanks, believe it or not going to try to be productive. I hope you have a good day despite having to see him around. Remember; you're not stuck there. If you need to take the moment for yourself and leave if it gets too hard.

With that he put his phone back in his pocket and got right on moving the trash bags out of the walkway. The task at hand had him so focused that he nearly missed Ivette's voice. Slowly turning his head, he chuckled and dropped the bags at his feet. "You'd think huh, but no. You're looking at it. Cleaning crew is me. I am the cleaning crew." he smiled as he picked up the bags again and gestured her to follow him if she wanted to keep talking. "Usually get an earlier start but we went to bed later. Which is okay, still getting it done. How did you sleep? Was the air okay in the room? I have yet to change the air conditioning in the room. Working my way toward it."

Being friends should be easy but he knew that everytime he'd look at her his heart would thump. "I know it's early but did you want food? I can make the kitchen my next stop?"

"Chavo," the hand whistled and asked him where he wanted the tables. Nate turned and laughed, "dejalo ahi. Dame dos horas y lo pongo atras." Nate looked back at Ivette and smiled. "Okay, hungry?"

[monkee-mobile]

Hooray!!! we’re an hour into weird girl wednezday!!!

it goes without saying, but always remember that

SHE (michael, newborn and regular)

is weird.

a weird girl…

[alongtidesoflight]

i swear my stepdad is so illogical AND stubborn it hurts

[localwebslingers]

Tourist spots made sense, and seemed like a pretty decent starting point to getting used to the city. Along with trying out some of the local food to get an idea about both. Peter would want to do the same thing if he was going to be there longer, or didn't have a full moon approaching to be ready for. Hopefully, it had also given Harry something halfway fun to get to do while he'd been there the last few weeks. Or as fun as anything could be with the current situation, "I'll trust your judgement then on where to go and see it for myself. Well, taste it I guess would be more accurate." Peter agreed, and he was looking forward to it.

There were things to do while he was there, to try and make sure Harry was ready for this first shift and the ones to follow while he was away from the rest of the pack. But that didn't mean they couldn't still enjoy getting to hang out together.

Buildings and homes became less and less clustered as the yards were less fenced in and more just mutually understood. The forest coming up steadily ahead of them and starting to stretch upwards higher and higher. Welcoming and opening up and making Peter smile as he over at Harry before shrugging, "We'll find out what it's like soon enough." he said, already smelling the dirt and the needles, the smell of deer and he was pretty sure foxes somewhere near enough for the scents to carry out to them. So far, he couldn't tell any scents of other packs from the area though, and as they actually reached the trees and left the concrete and manmade society behind them, didn't see any of the usual markings designating territory lines either, "Looks like the woods might be free reign. Can move around and hunt in them as much as we want."

Good news, otherwise they'd have to spend part of the afternoon figuring out where the boundaries were. Better to know now than risk Harry being caught by surprise later. They might be in the city if there were any, like back in New York. Peter put the thought aside for now and looked back at Harry with a grin, "So...ready to see how fast you can run now?" technically, he was pretty sure Harry's clothes weren't made to be run around in. Not in the city and definitely not in the woods. Peter couldn't remember a time when he'd cared before, he wasn't about to start now.

|| @inhcursed ||

Knowing that the senses wouldn't change a lot later was oddly reassuring, in a way: there would be more than enough changes that any hint of familiarity was welcomed, and he was sure it would be. Especially when it was about to be his first shift, and he knew enough to not be afraid, just... well, he was worried he'd be overwhelmed.

Being here was plenty overwhelming enough, for all that Peter added a welcome comfort, a way to feel much closer to those he'd left behind against his will and and missed so dearly. A way to actually feel able to relax.

"I've been to the usual tourist spots." He admitted, however, trying to make sense of all the scents his brain could distinguish and more or less identify, yes, but he couldn't name just yet. Almost two thirds of them, all the natural ones, and it made it all interesting in a very different way than just walking around would have been.

"I couldn't let myself mope around." He admitted. "So I did some tourism, tried to get a feel for the city, for the food... it's rather decent."

He'd definitely enjoy it more when he had someone to share it with, when it wasn't all a reminder that he was far away from home.

"You'll get to judge for yourself, later." He offered. "And so far I've tried to stay out of the fancy places for a while. I'm sure I'll have to visit enough of them."

But now his homesickness meant he had some good recommendations.

"Even a good takeaway place." He added, because they'd need it... and only after a moment, as he breathed everything in, the trees so close that a part of her really wanted to run towards them already.

He had to tell himself he couldn't just drop all his dignity and race Peter.

"I feel like I should have looked up the wildlife here." He considered, however. Not worried, not with Peter and not with their senses, but mostly curious, as concrete became gravel and the sidewalk became nature.

@localwebslingers