#Yeah Jinx hasn't been okay for...................Jinx hasn't been okay

[badluckgoboom]

An exceptionally dramatic eyeroll is given in response. "Uuugh. This isn't even murder of people and you're gonna bellyache about it? That stick must really be up there." One arm is suddenly thrown out to her side, Zapper clenched firmly in her hand. "Like it or not, those folks in white labcoats watching all us little monkeys dancing around are gonna dump some chimps in here that get a kick out of wreaking havoc, no matter on who. So how's about instead of being a worrywart over the giddy manner in which I tote my guns around..." The outstretched arm slowly swings forward, gaining in speed as it gets closer to pointing at this other girl...and passes right by to the other side, ending crossed over her chest. "You take comfort knowing they're pointed at the things that are threatening ALL of us and be careful not to give that reason to change, mmmkay?"

"...You seem a bit too enthusiastic about murder." And being reckless, but mostly the murder, enough that it gives Kokomi reason for pause. Even if the latchers largely deserved it and were threats on their own, it still didn't sit right with her.

[running-in-the-dark]

got a new hard drive (had to, no space left 😔), so I'm using that as a reason to completely reorganise my files (mostly shows, movies etc)

I'm having such a good time 💖

[oval3000]

Chapter 2

Yandere Psych Patient König x Nurse Reader

Warning: Possesive, Obsession, Death, Gore, Blood, Smut, Toxic behavior, age gap.

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

(This story might suck idk)

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Jacob slammed one of the medicine drawers close after getting the bottle of pills from a specific patient. "I don't know what miracle came down here, but we haven't had an accident in a month." He said to a fellow nurse standing next to him.

"Don't jinx it," she said grabbing the pill bottle from his hands.

"You know," he stared at your section, watching as you typed what you needed into the computer," ever since she started working here, König hasn't bashed anyone's heads."

"Well it's only been a month since she started working here, I wouldn't be relieved yet." She said, popping two pills into a Dixie cup.

"Yeah well I'm very optimistic about this." He got up and walked away. "Oh if the drawer gets stuck again, just bang on it a few times."

"It would be better if they just get new ones," she sighed, walking away towards her row of patients.

He rolled his eyes, "please they're too stingy to buy new bed sheets."

You have been working here for a month and so far everything was okay. You do what you need to do and things go smoothly.

As for König, he hasn't said or do anything towards you. You honestly felt like they were fooling you by telling you all those stories about his past nurses and guards.

You learned more about the staff names on all floors. König's two guards are named Eli and Gabriel. They both make sure that nothing happens to you aswell as any other staff.

You met Dr. Smith. You first impression of her was a little stiff. Mainly because she was direct and serious. She doesn't really make small talk to any of the nurses only the administrator. She also doesn't really fond of you. Well it's not like she hates you, is more of she critics anything you do. From the way you gather the medical supplies to the way you check patients vitals. During her visit with König, you stay outside the room so you don't know what goes on in there.

You saw when she exited the room alongside Eli and Gabriel, taking König back to his room. You didn't need to look up to know that Dr. Smith was walking towards, her heels made it obvious. "He will no longer take his usual calming medication, he'll take this one." She gave you the doctors order.

"benzodiazepines?" He was fine with his usual one.

She looked at you with her eyebrows forward "Yes. Is there a problem."

"Wouldn't the short term use cause him more problems compared to how he is now. I mean, he's been doing good lately and his oth-'

"Are you a doctor (Y/n)?" She tilted her head as she gives you a serious stern look.

"No."

"Right, I call shots for what is good for my patients. So if I tell you to order his new medicine then you order his new medicine! Is there a problem!?" Her high pitch tone caused the other nurses to look at you.

You look around mentally slapping yourself in the face. Of course she knows more than you, you are just a nurse. "No, Dr. Smith. I'll order them asap."

"Good. Make sure that his primary physician knows about it too and next time you question me, go back to school to get a lab coat. You are a nurse, you do what I say."

She left leaving the echo of her heels scraping the white tile floors. You cursed under your breath while picking up the phone. Calling in orders for prescription is a pain in the ass. Well the hospital it is, you're not familiar with a psychiatric hospital. The last thing you need is to be at hold for three hours trying to get it through.

"We need medical attention at room #526!" You heard Eli. You quickly ran to König's room and saw Gabriel on the floor, holding his mouth as blood was coming out. You turned your head to take a look at König. He was standing there with blood on his nuckles. He's tall, you never got a good look on how tall he was. This man is a mountain an actual mountain.

"What happened?" Jacob entered in seeing the mess.

"I need gauze pads and bandages.' You said holding onto Gabriel. König saw as you attended him. You're his nurse not Gabriel's. You should be attending König not him. The other guards came in to help Gabriel getting up while the others trying to hold König down. Jacob came in with the medical tray. He flicked a needle, trying to get any air bubbles out. You got up as they took Gabriel out, "what are you doing?"

"Everytime he does this, we have to put him down" He made his way towards König while two other guards were trying to hold him down. Compared to the guards themselves they looked like little children against König.

You went in front of Jacob, "You don't have to do that. It will make him think more irrationally. Please he is my patient."

He lowered the needle down giving you a sigh, "Fine. I'll go make a report. But you still can't be here unless two guards are present."

"Okay." The two guards let König's arms go.

Eli and Jacob left to talk to the administrator. You picked up the gauze pads and bandage from the trey.

You haven't made eye contact with König. You've always been too nervous about that, but you had to see him to examine him. You saw him, you saw his face. He had stuble. His features are strong and sharp, his jawline looks like it can cut anybody. He had scars on his face one through his mouth and the other one through his eye. His eyes are blue a nice clear blue, which stood out against his dark under circles. He was probably the most handsome patient you have ever seen. No, not patient, the most handsome men you have ever seen.

You walk towards him, slowly. You looked up to him, your face aligned to his torso . His white t-shirt was snuged and hugged all his curves on his abdomen. You can see the outline of his perfect abs and chest area. His biceps make it look the arm holes of his shirt are going to pop open. His hair was a perfect shade of brown, almost golden. Like before, it wasn't long or short, it was a good length, enough to make a little lazy ponytail.

You stuck out your hand as he placed his on top of yours. Your hand looks barley visible compared to his. You took a peace of gauze and dabbed it on his bloody nuckle. He didn't have any wounds from the punch he gave grabriel. If anything, the blood you are wiping away is Gabriel's.

König stared at you. He saw how concentrated you are with him, how gentle you are with him and how carring you are to him. The fact that you stood up for him from getting sedated, it was a like a call for him that you are his officially.

I mean he did it for you. No one knows the other half the story, they always accuse of the one that looks guilty. When Eli and Gabriel went to take him back to his room, König heard the comments they made about you. All the comments made by Gabriel.

Sure, Gabriel is nice to you, but he looks like a jerk and he is one. He's nice to you, but behind your back he thinks you are an object. Talking about how he wants to take you, not for a date, but for a nice dinner so that he can fuck you later in his car and most likely never talk to you again afterwards...unless he's desperate for sex again

König couldn't let that slide. Talking about you like a sex toy. Talking about you like you don't have emotions. Yes, König has killed men and women that don't really deserve it, but you. Someone that stood up for him. That attends when he needs or wants something. He wanted Jell-O during lunch, but no one was giving him one. Then you came inside the dining room and saw that he didn't have Jell-O like the rest so you gave him one. It's like you read his mind. You don't deserve to be treated this way. It reminds him of himself when he was a kid.

Being bullied for just being nice, for being who he is. He wants to protect you that's all he wanted to do. So he punch Gabriel after hearing his plan to seduce and fuck you then leaving you alone for yourself without a care in the world. He was easy, just one punch and he was down on floor holding his bloody mouth.

You cleaned him up and sat him down on his bed. He wanted to grab your waist and pull you closer to him. To kiss you as a thank you.

He was never lucky with the women, who would be with someone who's a looser. He remembers the time in high-school when girls will ask him out only to laugh at his face when he thought they were serious. Before he left to go to the military he met a girl. The girl just wanted some free drinks so she talked into him for some free stuff. He lost his virginity to her and felt as if he found the one. But to her he was her wallet, a way to get free things and rides for her and her friends. He bought her flowers, teddy bears, chocolates. Took her out to romantic dates that he tried so hard to assemble. Only to walk in on her having sex with another men, in his bedroom on his bed in his place that he pays for. He hoped that she was just drunk or scared..maybe, but no.

"Seriously König, you thought that I cared about you? I mean you are not even good at sex. I was just using you for the free stuff. I just wanted free drinks jeez! It's not my fault you couldn't take a hint."

He saw how they both laughed at his face. How they both just sat there naked, laughing at him as if he was the punchline to a joke.

"Believe me I never wanted this to happen! Especially after getting that dam abortion. But it doesn't matter cause you paid for it."

She wanted money to buy a new dress. She used it to have an abortion. He felt tears running down his face. They didn't feel bad, no, they laughed harder at him at how pathetic he was.

"Why would I even be with a looser."

He remembered how those kids would push him down the slide. How they would rip away his comic books. How they broke everyone one of his toys.

"Looser!"

"Looser!Looser!"

his fist turned white, he felt his fingernails, cutting deep into his palm. The girl he thought was the one was taunting him along his boy toy. He walked up to them. They expected him to bawl like a baby and beg for an apology. Instead, he choked her. His hands gripped tight around her neck. He felt some punches coming from her boy toy, telling König to stop, to let her go.

He saw as the life of her eyes went away. He heard as her neck cracked and dropped her back on the bed. He turned the guy, choking him to death aswell.

He hid the bodies, ran away, joined the military and found a new way to live.

You heard other male voices coming from the elevator and the administrator coming in. "What happened!?"

"He attacked Gabriel." You said to him, you saw what was behind him, other doctors.

"Put him in a straitjacket." He pointed to König

"What no!" You said getting in between him and König.

"Excuse me!?"

"Putting him in a straitjacket isn't going to solve anything."

He crossed his arms while looking down at you "Doing nothing will solve nothing, (Y/n)!"

You turned to König who had a stoic expression "I know, but I'm sure there are oth-"

"What are you again, (Y/n)?" he blurted out.

You knew where this is going. Twice in one day, you wanted to crawl into a hole and die. "A nurse."

He gave you a small smirk, the same one Dr. Smith gave you. "Exactly. A nurse. I'm your superior, you don't get to tell me what to do. Your job is to take his vitals, and give him medication not to throw orders around! Do I make myself clear!" He stepped closer to you. You wanted to back away, but you felt frozen. He was directly infront of your face. "Now, move aside so we can our jobs!"

You looked down on the floor. You never felt so light headed as you did now. The other voices coming from them were echoes. You felt nausea and sweating. Your heart felt like it was pounding from your chest, but it sounded like a blur. "S-sorry.. sir." You always feel week when people yell at you.

"Next time you do something like that, you're out of here, (Y/n). " He said as you all watched König being put in a straitjacket.

The administrator, Ben, saw König. He was taken back a bit. The look he gave him. As if he was killing him right on the spot. König no longer had the stoic expression, he gave him a death stare.

Who does he think he is to yell at you for being nice to him. To threatened her. They are all the same. Everyone here is all same. The same kids that shoved him around the boys bathroom when he was 10. The same as those girls that laughed at him that laughed at his face.

But instead of him being the victim, is you. You're so weak and innocent, how can someone treat you like that.

But it's okay because you'll have König by his side. He'll make sure to save you.

To care for you.

To love you.

To make you his.

[kentoavenue]

grateful - gojo satoru

"whatever you're thinking of, save it for tomorrow. go to sleep."

you release a heavy exhale, before pulling your arm from under your pillow and flipping over, eyes meeting stark blue ones.

you've always been mesmerized by how sky-like his eyes are, but even more so when even with the lights off, they still manage to glow. as if heaven itself lied behind those orbs.

satoru is blessed, you think. but you feel even more blessed than him for being the only one who gets to see him like this—so at peace and laid bare for you.

"you're not asleep either," you reply with half-lidded eyes.

you're tired, sure, but there was no way you'd find sleep anytime soon. not with the war waging in your head right now.

"tell me what's going on in that beautiful head of yours," satoru says, bringing his hand up to tuck back a lock of hair behind your ear. he rests his hand there, too.

you suck in a quiet breath, not sure how to proceed.

ever since he came back, you've been holding him more dear than usual, afraid he'd slip past your fingers again. you don't tell him that, though. sure, he knows it anyway, but saying it out loud seems like it'd jinx everything to hell again.

"i'm thinking of you."

he blinks up at you, silver eyelashes fluttering against his eyelid. god, he's beautiful.

"what about me?"

you should be grateful.

grateful that you have the strongest as your other half. grateful that he doesn't need to look over his shoulder. grateful that you never had to truly worry if satoru was going to make it home some nights.

grateful that unlike most other sorcerers, satoru never had to walk hand-in-hand with death. grateful that death hasn't knocked on his door even when the world fell to chaos. grateful that he's still here with you, breathing and warm and alive.

but you're not grateful tonight. not with the battle he's announced in several hours.

you don't want to say it, but you say it anyway, "don't be a hero."

a silent pause, before, "baby, you—"

"no, let me say it, satoru. i have to say it out loud," you whisper.

his hand leaves your cheek and slides down to rest above your waist. you relish the feeling as much as you can, commiting to memory the weight and warmth of it. you wish you two could stay like this forever.

"okay," he nods, shifting closer.

it's quiet enough that you can hear your own heartbeat, maybe even his, and you hope he can hear them too.

"i would never tell you not to go and save megumi," you start. you hesitate for a moment, but continue, voice quivering ever so slightly. "but you have to remember your life means just as much."

satoru's listening, but doesn't say anything. instead, his hand finds yours and he brings the back of your hand towards his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

"thank you for worrying about me, but you can stop now."

"are you hearing me, satoru?" your fingers grasp his tighter, a silent demand for his full attention. he gives it to you. "i'm asking you to please come home tomorrow night."

"i will, baby." he plants a quick kiss on your nose. "i'm the strongest, or have you forgotten?"

you clench your jaw slightly, wondering if you believe him or not.

you decide you don't. not enough.

but you're not going to ask him to promise you anything either. not when he already carries so much burden alone. not when you know how easily promises get broken as of late.

"i just—." you pause to look at him, really look at him. and you pray to god that you remember each and every delicate feature of his. every flaw, every dip, every scar. "i just want you to remember that i love you, always. and i won't make you promise it, but i hope with every piece of my soul that i see you tomorrow. and the day after. and the day after that, too."

satoru huffs out a short laugh, lips pulling apart to form a smile.

"you underestimate me, again." he plants another kiss, to your forehead, now.

"i'm not," you murmur.

"yeah, you are." he raises both your hands, fingers intertwining in the air. "you're underestimating my abilities, you're underestimating how much i love you, and most of all, you're underestimating the lengths i'd go to just to come back home to you."

it's not often that the satoru gojo shows raw emotion, but... here he right now doing so. he's offering you his still beating heart in his hands—and you take it. you swear you'll keep it safe with you forever.

"just—when you're out there, remember i love you, more than anything."

you're holding satoru's gaze intently, before his' drop to your lips, then back up again.

"and i love you even more than that, my girl." satoru presses one last kiss, to your lips this time. “i’ll make it home to you, i swear it.”

[brain-depositary]

Okay, here are Arcane spoilers for Act 2. I have thoughts on Viktor, as there's been a lot of back and forth over whether what we're seeing is really him or if he is being controlled by the hexcore/arcane. And people are missing the narrative explanations, which seem to make what happened really obvious. And the biggest sign of this is that Viktor has been hallucinating Sky the whole time. The man has clearly lost his marbles.

The show is very clear that Sky is not there physically, but she's also absolutely not there mentally, spiritually, magically, whathaveyou. Her ghost isn't in the hexcore or whatever. There's simply no way.

It's not that we know for sure there are no ghosts in the world of Arcane. It hasn't been proven one way or the other that they exist. All sorts of fantastical things exist in Arcane and maybe ghosts do, too. But we know Sky isn't one because it makes no narrative sense for her to be.

Thematically, all of Arcane has been about people handling grief and loss not just poorly, but destructively. Powder hallucinates the people she's lost as critical voices and behaves erratically and dangerously whenever they do. Both Vander and Silco twist Vi and Powder's mother's dreams of peace into more violence and oppression. Jayce can't deal with the loss of Viktor and uses the hexcore to save him which Viktor specifically told him to destroy. Caitlyn becomes a dictator after her mother's death and uses the ventilation system her mother created against the very people it was intended to help. Ambessa has gone on a rampage for her dead son who preferred bloodless subterfuge, and I have a feeling Singed's daughter would approve of all the things her father is trying to do to bring her back, had she ever had the chance to know.

But Viktor, after losing Sky and her dreams, just kind of gets her back, and fulfills them? Yeah, no, I'm calling bullshit. Viktor is not going to be the only one exempt from the Arcane pain train. This would be bad writing.

Sky isn't a ghost here. She's gone. The version of her in the hexcore is purely a product of Viktor's imagination. We don't see Sky a lot, but what little we do, she's different, much more confident. It's not her. Viktor is handling his loss badly, too, but his method of doing so is just wholesale denying that it happened. Sky isn't dead, she's right there. Her dreams aren't gone, they're perfectly within reach. It doesn't matter if he dies now because he's succeeded in his goals of helping people. The sick are healed, the hungry are fed. The commune is thriving. Everything is great.

With whatever power he gained from the hexcore, he's able to project this denial onto the real world, at least for a little while. Everything in his little bubble DOES seem great, but the cracks in the facade come early. When Salo talks to Jayce in the overflow chamber, Jayce's breath condenses, while Salo's does not, implying that he's not breathing. Also, Salo's turnover at the commune is disturbingly quick -- his original personality just does not seem to be there anymore, despite his insistence otherwise. The "no weapons" rule, while idealistic, cannot realistically be enforced -- as much as Viktor denied, reality was going to come crashing in and he was going to be unprepared for it, because he just decided he didn't have to be. Huck didn't even seem afraid at all denying a heavily armed warlord and her contingent entry without disarming first when literally his only character trait has been being cowardly. There's nothing in him anymore.

So, is Viktor being mind controlled, or is this the same Viktor we've known the whole time? Well, it's not really either. This is Viktor snapping and having a mental breakdown. This is Viktor's equivalent of Jinx's tea party at the end of season 1, except he has far more power to make it last longer, seem nicer, and drag far more people into it. Probably, the hexcore is taking advantage of Viktor's vision to build its hivemind, but the vision itself is all Viktor.

So, given all this, my prediction is: Viktor will be salvaged and revived by Singed. He will get a reality check, that Sky is really gone, that the people he healed are hollowed-out husks, that the peace he created was too fragile to last -- and he won't care, he will try to get it back by any means necessary, even if he doesn't have the arcane abilities or ability to completely deny reality that he used to have. And this will create a bitter person, similar to the character we know as the Machine Herald from League of Legends.

[sailing-through-hawkins]

had this in my head and then saw this post by @babyboyargyle so i took it as a sign to write it out! it's not perfect but it was fun (*^▽^*)

Say what you want to about monsters and killers and the apocalypse but at least this time they've got all-day access to pizza. Steve doesn't really know where this guy came from but damn, he makes a great margherita.

"Guys, this is Argyle," Jonathan introduces, waving towards a man with very, very long hair, holy shit.

Steve takes a second from hammering nails into the fifth bat that he's been tossed to give the guy a nod. He nods back, eyes flitting between the bat in Steve's hands to the bandages wrapped around his waist. But Steve's used to everyone keeping an eye on his wounds, from his stomach to his back to his arms to his head. He's a magnet for damage, that's just how it is.

"Hey man," Steve greets with a wave and gets back to hammering. "Welcome to the shitshow."

"Y-yeah," Argyle swallows with another nod. "Glad to be here."

At first, he seemed like a great addition. Argyle's funny, chill in a way that Steve hasn't experienced since '83, maybe even before that. Despite all the monsters lurking and the crackling in the air, dude kept his cool and got to work on food supplies and even teaching everyone how to do tracking shit like something out of a nature show.

But then, on their way back to the base (also known as Steve's fucking house), Jonathan's team is almost swarmed by demodogs and Steve and Robin have to run out to give 'em hell.

Ha, giving hell to the hellbeasts. Is that irony? Dustin would call it irony, Steve thinks.

After a little carnage and some (very therapeutic, according to Robin) violence, they manage to annihilate the 'dogs and get Will to throw their tracks off so they have their safe zone for a bit longer at least, but Argyle is quiet and frantic-eyed the entire walk home. It unsettles Steve, all that antsy energy building up under the surface.

Once safely inside, Jonathan and Nancy start on organizing the new supplies. It's when Jonathan manages to drop a water bottle that all that tension finally bursts.

"Shit, oh man, shit, shit, oh my god!" Argyle's pacing back and forth, hands scrunching up into his scalp which, yikes, not a good look for that mane. "This is so messed up, this is crazy, this is so messed up!"

Jonathan steps forward with a, "Argyle, Argyle, listen -"

"No, no, no, last time I listened to you, there was an open grave in front of me and now there's like fifty thousand demons out there! The world is fucking crazy right now, man, I am freaking out! I am -"

Okay, damage control time.

"Hey, hey, hey -" Steve shifts himself into Argyle's line of sight, holding his hands up and letting out a low whistle. "Dude, take a breath, alright?"

Which is apparently all the guy needs to latch his hands onto Steve's shoulders very, very tightly, holy shit, this guy's grip. "How am I supposed to breathe when -"

"Look at me, in-and-out, alright?" Steve exaggerates his own breathing, letting Argyle take his time in copying the motions. "In, out, in, out, you're doing good. It's pretty scary out here, huh?"

Argyle's grip on his shoulders tenses but Steve quickly grabs onto his wrists, gives them a short squeeze, and suddenly all that tension deflates. Which means physical contact is a go for reassurance, nice. "Yeah."

"I get it, man, I do. First time I got into this shit? I was ready to hightail it outta there and never look back, y'know?" He looks up from under his lashes, giving the guy what he hopes is a comforting smile. Judging by the hitch in his breath, it's not as comforting as Steve hopes. "But I get the feeling you're a ride-or-die type, right?"

Argyle shrugs, eyes fixated on Steve like he's the last hope he's got. No pressure.

"Look, I can't like - I can't guarantee much, wouldn't wanna jinx anything, but we're going to handle this, alright?" Damn, his hands are really warm. Is it because he's stressed? Even Steve doesn't run this warm when he's stressed, dude must be keeping a lot of anxiety under all that...weed? California weed? Whatever, focus, Steve. "It's not our first or second, not even third rodeo with this shit, we can absolutely handle it."

"You can handle it," Argyle says in what Steve thinks might be...petulant? Oh, that's fun, this guy is totally going to be fun to have around for the long haul. "Man, I don't even know what the hell is going on anywhere anymore."

Steve laughs, rubbing circles into Argyle's skin with his thumb. He's definitely wired up but that tight spark of panic in his eye is getting dimmer, so the contact might actually be working here. "If it makes you feel any better, I don't think any of us know what's happening."

"How -"

"That's the thing, we don't need all the answers right now," Steve pats his wrist and tries a different kind of smile this time which, judging by the way Argyle's gulping and kind of just staring at him, might be working? Okay, fifty-fifty on that. "Just need to figure it out one step at a time."

"I don't - I'm kinda freaking out here, dude," Argyle confesses, like it wasn't kinda obvious for everyone in the room, as he lets go of Steve's shoulders (fuck, his grip is killer, there's definitely gonna be marks tomorrow) and lets his hands hang by his waist in a really sad way. Steve nods, patting his shoulder and gently leading him to the closest chair he can find (of course it's the sofa Mike left his socks on, god damn it Wheeler). "I'm not cut out for this freaky stuff, man, what if - what if we don't make it -"

"Hey," Steve says sharply, immediately regretting it when Argyle flinches at his tone. Take a breath, relax, the guy's worried, that's all. Steve softens his voice, and rubs a hand down his back when he buries his face in his hands. Huh, that's a quality shirt. "Hey, I get it. Believe me, I know how overwhelming this all is when you've got like, zero clue how it all happened. But I got your back here, dude, I'll watch your six."

And woah. Argyle snaps his face back to Steve, eyes wide and mouth just slightly agape. "You what?"

"'S kinda my job," Steve shrugs, continuing to rub his back so he can figure out why this material feels so familiar, what the hell.  "I'm the babysitter," - ignore Mike's affronted scoff, stay focused - "I keep track with the whole newbie thing most of the time. I mean like, we all got your back but y'know - like -  I'll personally make sure nothing happens to you, if that helps?"

Argyle stares at him for a few seconds, making it really hard not to squirm in the silence. Steve settles for scratching at his nose, finally taking his hand off that damned shirt, the fuck kind of brand is it?! Not important, focus, focus.

"Uh, sorry if that - I didn't mean to come on too strong or anything -"

"Holy shit, dude," Argyle breathes out, one of his (very warm) hands coming down to grip Steve's knee. "You're like, a godsend."

"Oh, uh, thank you?" Steve blinks when Argyle beams at him and pats his knee. Huh, maybe he's getting better at this comforting stuff. "Are - you good now?"

"Hell yes, my friend, I have a killer beast 'watching my six', don't I?" Argyle winks and shit, Steve's wounds must be inflaming again, his skin feels hot. "Now who's ready for some pie!"

Steve watches as he swoops up, practically glowing with such a positive energy it's kind of giving him whiplash. He stares as Argyle makes his way to the kitchen, snatching another glance back at Steve and giving him a wide grin, another wink and a salute before he disappears.

"What just happened?" Steve blinks again.

Jonathan pats his shoulder in sympathy which, uh, why? "You've just been Argyle'd."

"What does that even mean?" Steve splutters because what the hell is even happening. "And what did he mean by an open grave?"

"It's a long story," Jonathan sighs and gives him another pat. "Tell you once you help me sort out the water supply."

"The supply that you were supposed to figure out before you left, that water supply?"

"Fuck you," Jonathan grins and Steve shakes off the buzzing heat under his skin.

Everything's fine, all is cool. Just gotta keep an extra eye on Argyle.

Easy-peasy. Fuck, please be easy-peasy.

[azurlily]

Day 7 of 31 of the yandere month May challenge. These two yanderes work together well, so they're pretty scary.

Also a reminder to everyone this is the last month you can request a specific type of reader for free. After this month it becomes commission work. Ask any questions in either DM or on my asks/requests.

Your boss has been giving you a hard time. Vi and Caitlyn hear about and are not happy, they make the night all about you.(they also deal with your boss)

Yandere!Vi and Yandere!Caitlyn Kiramman SMUT

"I dont fucking care! If it's not done by Friday, you're off the team! Got it!?"

You nodded your head, got you hate this man. He's the embodiment of everything you hate. He stands there and glares at you before turning away in anger, you hear him mumble about 'idiot' while he walks away.

Slowly you turn around, turning your head up to stop the warm water dripping down your face. You walk out, it was the end of the day and Friday is only 2 days from now. You can work on the project at home, you hope your lovers would let you pay attention. They like to distract you from work.

Once your home you realise you see two coats, two pairs of shoes, and most importantly two women in the kitchen. Upon hearing the door close both women look up, a set of grey and a set of blue eyes look at you. The hold nothing but adoration, love, happiness, and kindness. Both of your girlfriends love you so much.

So it brought them both pain when you break down crying. Tears spill down you face, warm tears, refusing to stop. Vi is the first to run to you, she picks you up and holds you. She brings you into the kitchen, her face went from one of love to one of pure disgust.

Vi always has some sort of snark, smile, or relatively happy look on her face. Of course that's only for you and Caitlyn. Now, oh right now, she's absolutely pissed, and not afraid to show it.

"Honey? What's wrong, are you okay?"

You didn't say a word, it took you a good second to finally regain the ability to properly think. You push yourself off of Vi, Vi herself had switched back to a smile. She doesn't want to frighten you, poor you.

The three of you sit down and start talking. You explain what's been going on, specifically with your boss. You know that Caitlyn has more than enough money to support you and Vi, and she's never abuse that. You just wanted to be able to do things, and having a job was the best way. Your job wasn't always this demanding, it's your boss that's the problem.

While you were talking you didn't notice the slow changes in both Vi and Caitlyn's faces. They couldn't look at you properly, not right now at least. Both girls had one goal currently, and that was to kill you boss. How dare he yell at you!? Does he not know who you are, who your lovers are? They could ruin him with a snap of their fingers.

"G-girls. I'm going to go call someone real quick."

Vi didn't say anything else and stood up. She walked into the bedroom and called Jinx. The two have been having a good relationship so far. Their bond growing stronger, and therapy is helping too. While you sat on the couch and let Caitlyn coddle you, Vi was calling her sister for a favor.

"Hey, hey yeah. Yeah I need a favor, someone hasn't been all to kind to [name] I was wondering if you could deal with him. No- no I don't care what happens to him. Kill him if you want, just make him understand not to hurt her. Yeah, yeah I'll give you his info in a second."

Caitlyn had so many ideas stewing in her mind, how dare he. How dare your moronic, disgusting, disrespectful boss, EVER yell at you. Men like him need to be put down, maybe cut their balls off, like you would a dog or a cat. Teach him a lesson, he obviously doesn't see a goddess when it's in front of him.

Vi walks in with a smile, she had a good- great idea. You poor thing, you've been hurt so badly by your boss. You need all the love and care both of your very willing girlfriends can provide.

Vi sneaks over to Caitlyn with a smirk, whispering her plan into her ear. An equally devious smirk appears on Caitlyns face. Oh this, this is going to be fun, very fun. Caitlyn smiles sweetly at you, she gives you the smile that tells you many things. That she loves you, that she adores you, that she'd kill for you, that she want to fuck you so hard it hurts.

You assumed the latter was her choice.

"Sweetie, why don't you go undress in the bedroom, hm? Vi and I will be there soon, we're just going to grab a few toys."

Caitlyn stands up and give you a small peck on the lips before leaving with Vi. To large smirks on their face as they walk away. Their entire plan is to fuck you so raw you can't go to work, then when you do, your boss(if he's even alive) will have a whole new personality.

You walk to the bedroom, your face burning. Other parts of your body started to burn too, burn with need, with want. You didn't realise how pent up you were until now, god this was frustrating for you. You know your lovers, they love to tease.

After about ten minutes Caitlyn and Vi walk in. Vi has her boxers on, she also has a belt with a harness attached to it. The entire thing makes it look like thin, black(stylish) suspenders. Caitlyn though, oh she's wearing baby blue lingere. It looks so soft and pretty, you want to tear it off her, so very badly.

"You look so cute princess! I'm glad you were smart enough to only wear a bra and panties, if you wore anything else, well I would more than likely tear it!"

Vi always sounds so enthusiastic right before sex, you know it's her way of showing her interest. It's just scary sometimes, I mean the look on her face and the way she's talking are two very, very different things. She sounds happy, sweet, and kind, she looks like she wants to fuck you in front of hundreds of people and let them call you dirty things for her amusement.

"Mhm. Indeed, our beautiful little wife has learned, finally. I'm glad I dont need to worry about Vi destroying all your clothes anymore. Now, how about you lay back for us."

It wasn't a request, no instead it was a command. Caitlyn runs a tight ship, and you've learned bratting off only fucks you over further into the future. Not that it matters, you find it fun. You tilt your head and ask her to make you. A smile- dark, a dark smile finds it's way to her face. Caitlyn walks to you, she gently grabs a handful of your hair and pulls. A warning, she's warning you.

You know, you know all about her warnings. First a hair pull, then she'll bite your neck softly, lastly she grab you by the throat. Not roughly, but not soft either. You look up at her with faux innocence, you tilt you head in an attempt to feign innocence. You hear a deep growl from behind you, Vi. She's getting impatient.

Vi is the easier one to please out of the two, she just wants to make you scream. That's isn't hard to do, you just have to hit the right spots.

"I advise you to listen to Caitlyn, just because this night is about you doesn't mean we wont remind you how to listen. Dont test."

You decide it's best to save the brat for another day, you know their doing this to make you feel good. You told them everything, you're not surprised they had this cooked up. You nod slowly, you watch Caitlyn pull back, only for her to push you onto the bed. You lay back, spreading your legs and moving your arms above your head.

You know how they like it. You watch Caitlyn move and sit in a chair, it has gold trimmings and is a satin red. Vi smirks, this is how it goes. From now on, the words 'Vi' and 'Caitlyn' don't exist. It's daddy, and mistress. Honorifics, the things you call them by as a reminder of how they own you.

You watch Vi pull something from a box she had with her. A bright red, 8 inch long strap on. She looks between you and the strap, she sees the reaction on your face. Nothing but pure horny bliss, that's what she likes to see. If she saw that you were scared, she would have used a smaller one. One that would better fit you and your interests.

Vi attaches the strap to her, that's what the harness is for after all. She takes a few steps to you, she puts gets on the bed, her hips cornering you. You lay spread out, and she lays on top of you, look down. She takes your hands and cuffs them together, she. The harness has a belt attached to it, the cuffs were attached to the belt. Vi grins, she loves seeing you helpless, seeing that you need her.

You look over to Caitlyn, she's staring you both intently. She wants to see who will react first, if you say something, or will you meekly open your legs and let Vi have her fun. Caitlyn shakes with anticipation, making herself wetter than before. At some point Vi cant take it anymore, she grabs one of your legs and puts it over her shoulder. She dips the straps tip into you, nothing more, just the tip. She wants to see you shake, shake in pleasure, in pain, she wants to see all of it.

You jump and shake at the sudden intrusion, you body feels amazing and Vi just looks at you. She watches you twitch and shake as she slowly slips in and out ofr your pussy. She wants to see every reaction, every movement. Vi can't get enough of seeing you like this, she needs it, she becomes feral thinking about all the things she's going to do to you. Her pace quickened, hips starting to jam closer and closer to your. She needs this, badly.

Caitlyn watches you two with intense excitement. She loves seeing you like this, and it wasn't like she isn't getting any please out of this two. She had put a bullet vibrator in Vi, and she had a vibrator on herself too. She has the controls to Vis and hers, she turns Vis up by 1 and watches her shake. Caitlyn can see just how much shes getting off on this, and it makes her shiver thinking about it.

"Vi honey, if you want to cum at any point tonight, you're going to have to make our darling scream. I want to hear it loud and clear. Got that?"

"Mm, y-yes ma'am. Make her scream so I can c-cum."

Vi is absolutely losing it right not, her hips keep slamming into yours. No matter how many times you shake and spasm, your entire body is under her control. Vi on the other hand is under Caitlyns control, she knows Vi is chasing her oragsm, and hell get it. As long as Caitlyn gets to hear you scream. Vis thrusts get more and more manic, she's shaking, helping you into your orgasm, while chasing her own. God she needs it, so badly.

Your breath starts to shake more, you and Vi had changed positions a while ago, you are on your back and Vi has you holding onto her for dear life. You start scratching down Vis back, be it the pain of pleasure, you can take if anymore. You start crying and mumbling incoherently, you don't know what you're saying, and neither do Vi or Caitlyn. All that matter is you being absolutely destroyed, and you look oh so close.

"Vi, baby, I want you both to cum with me. Hold on just a bit longer babe, and Vi, I'll turn the vibe up."

You didn't know if you could hold on, it just felt so, so good. How the hell are you going to hold back like this!? At this rate you'll start breaking rules, one of those being don't cum unless given permission. You start hitting Vis back, hoping she slows down. You need her to or you wont last any longer, although you know Vi isn't going to listen. Even if you could talk properly, which you cannot.

"Fuck- cum! Both you of y-you, fuck!"

Permission, that's what you needed, and finally you were given it. Your body convulses against Vis, who does the exact same. You to shake and rock against eachother. Slowly you both come down from your highs. Caitlyn turns the bullet Vibrator off and turns hers off too. Vi slowly pulls out of you, she sees your freshly fucked face and almost laughs. You look so cute, all dumb like this.

"You both did so well for me, but now. Vi honey, please move. It's my turn to torture [name] body, and I intend to work thoroughly.

You look at her in your blissed out state, you should have known. Both if them want your body, they just like to take it in different ways.

[cloudxgears]

How Caitlyn and Vi's convo at the end of episode one shows Caitlyn's dialogue mirroring Vi's internal feelings.

"None of this is on our terms."

The way Jinx and Silco fought back against Piltover wasn't on Vi's terms. The way Vi was locked away for 7 years and lost any opportunity to become the next Vander wasn't on Vi's terms.

But then Vi immediately and instinctively says,

"Maybe you should change that."

Instinctively falling back on the perspective she was forced to grow up with: optimism, a can-do attitude, and that you have to sort things out for yourself on your own because no one is coming to save you.

But then Caitlyn says, "Well I don't know how! Okay?"

And Vi's taken-aback expression when she reacts to that line is so perfect because it shows her realising for the first time that she doesn't know how to go forward either. You can see in that moment she's like, 'Well when you say it like that damn me too bitch'.

She's thinking, actually, the only reason she's where she is now is because someone more powerful than she could ever be on her own did come to save her. Realising if it wasn't for Caitlyn she would still be rotting in prison right now and the attitude she's carried up to that point in her life, that you have to sort things out on your own and in the most respectable way possible, didn't hold up to scrutiny in the end.

Those words are like a slap in the face for her, realising actually, yeah, she doesn't know how to go on in that way either and she hasn't for a long time.

"She dies and leaves this giant hole and I'm just supposed to ... fill it. Like she was never there to begin with."

Mirrors Vi's feelings about her mother and Powder. The 'Like she was never there to begin with' is an interesting addition because Vi's mother died when she was young so Vi will feel the loss in that way, like she was a flittering fragment that barely even got to be a part of her life and that she's been searching for since. And then with Powder it's the same, she spent all that time with just the idea of Powder in her head but she was never really there, and now Vi realises that girl has become someone as inconceivable to her as Jinx after all that time separated and it's turned her world upsidedown, has her questioning everything and asking herself if her idea of Powder was even real to begin with.

"Hey. You won't. The hole gets smaller but... You never fill it."

Self-explanatory. Vi is empty and directionless after losing everything and everyone and is now just looking for something to fill the void.

[dragonentusiast]

✨Christmas special with Hogwarts finest✨

Hero was in huge trouble. Well not the usual kind of trouble, it's worse. In two days it's Christmas the favourite holiday of every christian and capitalist. Okay that was harsh even for Hero. But we are 39 words in and we still don't know the problem. Well it's quite simple. Hero can't find a book on "how to gift something to someone if you have an infinite bag of stuff to make it different from what you do on a daily basis". Yeah and it wouldn't be the same. A new tea pot for Ivy? One second and Hero has it. Maybe a custom made gloves for Daniel? Hero already gifted him like a whole glove factory worth of gloves. Who knew that having everything can be bad? But Hero has a plan. And to no one's surprise it involves stalking his friends. With invisibility potions. Kevin and Robyn were taking a stroll in the courtyard. Ah yes a love potion would be perfect...no it's too basic and unethical.

Kevin: It's so quiet today.

Robyn: Well today even evil folks are enjoying the snow and the holiday spirit. Aaaaaaand BB hasn't been seen since yesterday.

Kevin: Now that's scarier than any possible attack on hogwarts or any secret place that isn't discovered yet.

Robyn: I can't wait to see what he will pull this time! I was sooooo jealous of those custom made Weasley Whizzbangs he used last week!

Kevin: The ones that he tied to every broom in the castle and let them roam freely?

Hero almost blew his cover by laughing at his own prank. But a professional stalker cannot make such rookie mistakes. But when he thinks of Slughorn running he can't help but snicker. But back to the conversation because Hero already has a gift idea for Robyn.

Kevin: Do you know what my cousin got me for Christmas?

Robyn: Let me guess books.

Kevin: Dueling books.

Robyn started laughing.

Kevin: A year prior they got me monster books! It chewed up my limited edition cook book!

Robyn: Wait what? Cook book?

Kevin: Yes. There is a dessert called the Ice Queen's pudding. I love it but the only recipe for it is in Mrs. Burnback's limited edition Magic in the Kitchen books. They are long sold out and if you try to write down the recipe it disappears!

Robyn: What an amazing jinx for something so trivial. Don't worry Kev maybe the black market has a copy of it.

Kevin: It will be freezing in hell the day I set foot there again.

Mission accomplished. Cue the music! Now all Hero has to do is find the others. To his surprise Ivy and Daniel were actually looking for him. Well it is kind of out of character for him not to harass either of them. They might be worried about him! But it's more likely that Daniel needs weed again but Ivy won't let him go into the Forbidden Forest alone anymore since he got lost in it. Twice.

Ivy: Hey Cassandra! I know we aren't the best if friends but have you seen Hero?

Cassandra: Who?

Daniel: BB.

Cassandra: No I haven't seen any fashion disasters. Well I have but not as severe as BB is.

Ivy: How could no one seen him?

Daniel: Yeah I mean he has white hair. Not to mention that bag he carries around. He stands out like a sore thumb. And there are no traces of disaster either. I think he's dead.

Ivy: Daniel don't say that!

Cassandra: Oh don't worry knowing him he will be back to haunt you guys.

Ivy: Come on, it's not funny!

Daniel: Have you considered that he has other friends and he is with them?

Ivy: ...

Cassandra: ...

Daniel: You are right it's the most unlikely scenario.

Ivy: Anyways, any plans for Christmas?

Wow they forgot him really quickly.

Cassandra: My parents will organise a Christmas party. I want everything to be perfect but so far nothing is going according to plan!

Ivy: Because?

Cassandra: I don't have any accessories!

Daniel: Should have thought.

Cassandra: Silence turtle neck. Do you know how hard it is to find a fitting earring that is elegant but not simple but not too extravagant for the new dress that Night sky fashion released?

Ivy: Oooooh the sparkly dress?

Cassandra: It's- Yes the "sparkly dress".

Daniel: Well I won't do anything out of the ordinary. I will probably help Esme with cooking dinner.

Ivy: Will there be any Christmas pudding?

Daniel: I know what I will get for you to Christmas.

Ivy laughed.

Cassandra: I would look out for my diet if I were you.

Ivy: I don't eat that many sweets!

Daniel: You eat so many since Hero won you that Honeydukes life time coupon on the Halloween dance that it is a health hazard!

Ivy: Not you too Daniel! That's it I want new friends for Christmas.

Cassandra: I'm not your friend.

Ivy: Than I suppose you don't need the gift I bought for you.

Cassandra: ...

Ivy: That's what I thought!

Daniel: Now that you mentioned it-

A chilly wind runs through the hallways of the castle and Daniel sneezes.

Daniel: This damn cold!

Cassandra: May I suggest purchasing a better coat? Maybe in a different colour. And style.

Daniel: I don't have the money for it right now. I had to buy Esme those concert tickets she wanted.

Ivy: I will make you some tea in the clubhouse.

Daniel: Thanks Ivy.

Ivy: No problem. I have been getting myself into tea flavours lately. But there are so many of them and some of them couldn't even be purchased in England!

Cassandra: Of course not! The more special tea bags come from China. My uncle got some dragon fruit and hibiscus tea for my mom's birthday.

Ivy: Sounds delicious!

Well Hero heard enough. He will send his dad to China. He will send hie mom to get a definitely not snake shaped accessory and a warm coat. She is the most elegant woman Hero knows after all. But maybe Cassandra's taste is even unknown for her. But oh well she should be happy that he won't put a baby dragon into that gift box. Hero finds Lottie and the twins chat in the great hall. What a rare site. But when he hears the conversation he instantly understands.

Lottie: That's so sweet of you two! Of course I will make a portrait of your mother!

Colby: Thanks a lot. We wanted something special and we aren't the best at this kind of stuff.

Fischer: Yeah thanks Lottie!

Lottie: No problem! I love it when someone shows interest in art. Speaking of art there is a beautiful limited edition Winter wonder palette from the famous painter Mr. Thompson. It's a shame it's already sold out.

Colby: Oh that's really a shame. But maybe you will find one at an auction. Some valuable stuff ends up there often.

Lottie: Yeah that's what my dad said too. And how will you spend Christmas?

Fischer: With a lot of tasty food and presents!

Colby muttering: If only I could tell them that I want a poetry book.

Fischer: What is it brother?

Colby: I said if only I could get a baby dragon!

Fischer: Oh yeah that would be cool. Do you think I could get a sign broom from Mr. Coldwell? He is the best beater in the quidditch league!

Lottie: Anything is possible if you set your mind to it!

Colby: But probably not. Mr. Coldwell is in training camp in Norway.

Fischer: One can dream brother.

And that's it folks the secret Santa has all the information needed. He can't wait for those surprised faces! But he should reveal himself soon, before Ivy reports him to the headmistress or worst Daniel wanders into the Forbidden Forest and gets lost. Again.

Pt 2 coming maybe?

[forgetmenot-mymoon]

The Hunt For The Abominable Snowman

----- Authors note:

For context, this is the second fanfic I’ve like ever written and uh so this was supposed to be romance- yeah shit happened. I am planning to eventually make a part 2(which will hopefully actually have romance) but I have like 4 other things I wanna write so that’ll be a while. Enjoy.

TW: death

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“The snow falls every year here.” Jack's trying to be the “adult one," he’s the babysitter for Orpheus.

“I think the snow falls here every day” Wujiu, the black guard retorted. He had a whole puffy coat over him. Before we left he said it was for the white guard, not him. However, the man was curled up, his knees to his chest, even shivering a bit while holding onto the umbrella like always.

Orpheus always needed more hunters however the summoning ritual wasn’t as simple as everyone would like. He needed an item from the dead -usually a weapon- Or even better a body. So who better to send the dead themselves? Maybe he thinks we would be like sniffer dogs. The same people weren't always picked, except Jack always came along, he loved fresh blood. Along with Jack, this trip was me, Joseph, Wujiu, and Bi'an.

This is my first time out! The air outside the manor smells so much cleaner even with the icy drops of the plateau threatening my gills.

You may be wondering how a bunch of ghosts snuck into towns to find bodies, well it was all handled by Orpheus “associates," They provided transportation and shelter for us. We had passed through and stayed at the village before the forest. We weren't allowed outside where people could see, the associates kept us locked up. the place had a reputation for cult activities and witch hunts, i couldn't focus my eyes on anything but outside for the time we were there. It was similar to my village in ways... I had seen symbols of worship hung all around... Less than I would’ve expected from a town with a cult reputation and from the rumors from outside the town they even participated in witch hunts.

After we finally got to the end to the town and the beginning of the barren forests, not even birds sung. while I’m more of a fish person, bird song is always welcomed. Bird songs are calm like gentle waves.

“Here, now you walk.” the old gruff associate gruffed out.

“Okay I think this would be faster if we spilt up” then Jack was gone, I turned,

Wu Chang was gone.

Joseph stood there and stared for a few seconds. “Well Lady Grace, I’m going to take some pictures. This scenery is delightful."

The cold air blew in my face. I was alone.

Looking at the footprints, Jack had gone to the south, opposite way of the wind. Joseph to the east- why did he wear his pointed shoes even out here?- There’s no sign of where Wu Chang went. I guess I'll go north. The coldest way would probably not have anyone, so I wouldn’t have to worry about running into anyone or talking.

Thankfully the manor gave us coats, it was even colder than the water was on snowy days, even after it turned to ice. Being able to float only helped a bit with my speed, not my temperature. I hated those days when it was too cold to swim, there were no splashes, almost no life. it was a horrible idea to go north. The snow had already gotten in my boots even though I was floating, it hasn't even been 10 minutes. If I got lost how would they even find me…it’s not like I could scream- well I’m sure one of them would figure it out…right? I feel like those thoughts jinxed myself, as they always do.

I step more and more into the dark woods, birds fly by every now and then, but I don’t sense anything amiss. The winds got more rough as I pulled my hood over my head, making sure to tuck my braid inside it. It gets worse and worse as if a god is doing it, finally I stumble across a cabin. A neatly decorated one, a songbirds nest on the roof. Birds flying around nearby. My gills felt like the ice was about to break them open, It was too frigid to care whether there were people inside. I knocked, no answer so I jiggled the knob and there it went, opened.

The cottage is similar to the village buildings, it doesn’t have any religious decor but it’s as modest if not more as towns like this are. The first room is a kitchen, looks like no one has cooked for a long time but I open the fridge and there’s fresh meat? Do hunters live here? The next room is a living room, I see a sofa on the left, and on the right side, there are two more doorways. There's a rocking chair in the back, creaking. This cabin is so far from the town, at least a 30-minute walk since it was a 20-minute float. I do wonder why anyone would live this far away. Perhaps to get out of the cult? I would’ve preferred an island over a snowy taiga. I wish I could’ve escaped to an island, I wonder if whoever lived here did- oh well they didn’t.

That is a skeleton.

Years of decay at least- it has flowers all over it surrounded by candles. I really hope this isn’t a sacrifice or murder, I don’t need more of those. The skeleton is tucked in next to the couch on the floor, chains on her wrist covertly hidden with blankets. birds sang softly outside, like music to a goodbye. The body is pretty fully decayed so maybe more of a shrine? Does the cult of the village do this?

The wind blows in the cabin, and my body shakes from the sudden drop. I don’t really know how to light a fire but I’m dead so I should be fine.

I jinxed myself again,

The door near the rocking chair on the grade opens, I didn’t notice it. Must be the back door. a man steps in, a living man.

He looks at me, blue dots behind a white mask. The shivers start up again. His eyes are that of a dead man’s, of an inhuman creature- but he’s living, I hear his deep breaths. As he approaches the small flesh I can make out is the normal color, not grey. it has blood pumping behind- and if he was dead he wouldn’t be able to be here, he wouldn’t be so solid, he wouldn’t have that axe.

Is this the guy we’re suppose to find? He looks like a hunter- but he’s not dead- Oh he has an axe-

He’s not dead.

I’m locked against the wall, next to a dead body -which still vaguely smells even with all the flowers- with an axe to my neck.

“Why the fuck are you here.” His voice is like a shark circling its prey- or in this case a wolf? Or are those rabbit ears on his hood? For a living man his hair is almost as pale as Joseph's, much more unhealthy looking though.

His statement was more of a threat than a question I lift my hand slowly praying- well not praying- hoping that he wouldn’t cut my head off and try to gesture to my lips to try to say I’m mute.

After what feels like five minutes of him staring and me gesturing and opening my mouth and even shaking my head. He cautiously takes away the axe.

“Don’t touch or go near her again.” He says as I step as far away from the dead body and closer to the door he came in, which I assume is the back door.

He hands me a cup of water, thankfully a good thing about being dead is I can, one, not die (still feel pain though) so I can’t die from poison, second I’m naiad, I can tell it’s clean water. Just in case I put a drop on my gills, it doesn’t sting. I take a much-needed sip after all the traveling. I missed being anywhere near water, even a few drops are nice. Snow is much different more confining, trapping like a cage. It traps water. Water is more gentle freeing, it flows, ice is hard and frozen. Both will kill you but water fills you up, ice traps you. I prefer suffocating rather than being trapped as I die, slowly crawling, trying to escape- even if I did that in the water too-

“Are you okay? Why are you here? Who are you?”

It seems he was waiting for that- he was really holding all those questions in. I’m guessing that the "Are you okay?" question is because of how much I was staring. He taps his claws on the counter behind him near the sink, I didn’t even notice the scratch marks when I came in.

I open my mouth and shake my head, in response, he walks up to me and shoves a book and pen in my hand, he picks them up from the kitchen counter. By book I mean an already written book called “Born of the Winds” It's been heavily annotated it seems by the same pen he shoved in my hand.

While I despised my life before this, at least I know how to write, even in cursive.

However I don’t write in cursive in case he doesn’t know it, he looks on head tilted a bit like a dog. I’m unsure of how much info to give him so I just write the basic “Yes, to find a new hunter, Grace,”

He reads it slowly, I wonder if my handwriting is bad until he finally gives it back

Out of anxious impulse of the silence I write “Why this book?”

“Oh- it reminds me of myself, the character has the power of wind like me.”

He has powers but he’s still alive, this is strange. Where’s the others to talk when I need them.

“Are you dead?”

His head tilts again and he takes off his glove and puts a finger to his artery. We make very awkward eye contact until he's satisfied with what he's found.

“My heart’s beating,”

I’ll take that as a very very much alive.

“We are suppose to find a hunter, who has an item and is dead. How do you have powers but not dead?”

“Who’s we?” His voice darkens- I think I’ve said- or written too much.

I scribble quickly hoping I don’t get an axe to my throat (again)

“My fellow hunters

My friends

coworkers?

Joseph, Wu Chang, and Jack, three of them.

There’s more back at the manor

I decided not to mention Wu Chang was technically two.

“Ah Oletus manor? I’ve heard of that.”

He looked up at the roof, it seemed it was starting to decay.

“I got an invite months ago, I don’t fall for such foolish tricks. I don’t even know how it got to me, I don’t have a mailbox. I just found it on the counter one night.”

“We weren’t told about that, just told to retrieve and the manors owners associates got us here,”

“Where are the ones you mentioned scaley fish girl?”

“I don’t know, we spilt up.”

“Well I guess I’ll have to find them.”

“We all went different directions.” I scribble trying to grab his attention, i cant let him hurt the others.

“Did you?”

“Yes,”

He looks at me a long time…

if I could see his face I’m assuming it would be a suspicious squint.

My spear is in my backpack, it’s been sticking out, I haven’t wanted to use it but I might.

I feel my stance stiffened with his stare. He’s wondering what to do with me, this has happened far too many times.

“You stay here, do not touch her.” His voice makes a growling noise at the end, he really does seem feral-I hear a quiet burst of wind that turns louder and louder like a siren. I back away out of impulse and trip- the floor was my comfort. When I look up he’s gone, but the wind isn’t. Dammit, that’s how he’s trapped me, the wind outside would definitely tear me apart, it sounds like a hurricane.

Okay, okay Grace don’t panic. You’re stuck in a small cabin with a dead body and there’s a very dangerous person with magic that could come back and kill you. There’s still water nearby. I turn on the faucets. it doesn’t work well but it’s still some water I can control. Maybe I could use the water to make a path in the wind? No, It looks too powerful. And far too dangerous even for a dead person. Okay okay, maybe I can use the water to get me above the wind? That might still be too dangerous, especially with how thick the wind is screaming. I ease the door- the wind immediately slams it the henges shriek like a dying cow.

Suddenly a woosh comes behind me, Wu Chang seems to have teleported.

“Why the hell is there a tornado?” The black guard speaks with malice. He's still shaking like a leaf even in the coat that weights more than he or B'ian combined. I grab the book off the couch and flip to a new page, the last clean page before the writing of the novel.

“The hunter were suppose to find did it. He’s alive not dead Wu Chang! They’re suppose to be dead what the hell happened!?”

He turned his hand on his chin, “hm”

“Maybe one of Orpheus’s “tests”?” When test was spoke he did air quotes while trying to keep the umbrella in his right hand.

I pick up the pen again,

“Well what are we gonna do?”

“Kill him?”

“Is that the right thing to do?”

“Well considering there’s a dead body right there, yes”

“I don’t know, I think we should ask Orpheus

“How do you propose we do that?”

"I don't know" I sign after a few moments of silent, remembering i don't have to write with Wuiju

“Exactly, I’ll wait here with you and we’ll both dispose of the thing when it comes back.”

That was not a question.

----

There were tea bags so I busied myself with making tea, the white guard had switched in and was rambling about…uh I wasn’t particularly listening….

“Grace,”

I move to face him,

“The wind has stopped”

“I don’t see anyone outside, do you?”

I shake my head as I try to survey the outside

“Hmmm should we make a run for it,”

"It might be a trap," I sign

They switch again,

“I’ll risk it,” Wujiu states stomping out the door before I can stop him.

I hear a thump, “FUCK”

I think that confirms my guess was right.

I race outside with my spear ready

“Hi there again,” that voice is not in front of me. My spear hits a body as the bunny-hoodied man tries to jump down-

Oh shit -

I immediately drop my spear- which is still in him- well maybe he won’t bleed out. I hear the umbrella in the air and then a hand on my shoulder.

“Well…”

While the guy is shocked- I didn’t even learn his name oh god oh god I just killed someone who wasn’t a survivor oh god-

All the voices sound like they’re underwater, I want to go back I want the water I want the fish-

——-

“We should just kill him”

“I could always just take a picture,”

“He needs to be dead to be a hunter so let’s end him now.”

I awake, groggy, This is what happens when you’re the only- I felt it's a bony shoulder on me- They sat me next to the damn skeleton i realize as I swim up.

“Oh-“

“Grace, could you not almost hit the umbrella? That’s technically us” Bi'an complained after dodging me. If he knew sign language they would know I’m signing why the fuck put my sleeping body next to the dead body,

Joseph hands me the book and pen I was using earlier,

“Why did you sit me next to the dead body????” The multiple question marks were purposeful.

Jack shrugs, I assume he’s the culprit.

“Grace we’re trying to plan what to do with that one.” Jacks razors point at the dead asleep guy on the ground.

“Orpheus might get angry if we kill him prematurely” I quickly note,

“I think he wouldn’t mind.” Jack said looking at his claws.

“Maybe a serial killer shouldn’t be included in this discussion?” Joseph, being the only sane one here.

“Would you like me to list your sins, Mr. Desaulniers? I’m sure Claude would be happy.” Jack baits.

Joseph's brows furry at his twin's name, he closes his eyes briefly and fidgets with his sword.

“Why don’t we take this outside Ripper?”

Joseph took the bait.

"Gladly,”

The umbrella followed them, I was just left there, looking at the boy on the floor

I poked him with my harpoon gently and he shook a bit.

I’m glad he’s still alive…I don’t think anyone deserves this life and Orpheus didn’t tell us to kill anyone….

“What the fuck.”

“They aren’t very smart” I scribble quickly before he sees me- and possible attacks I push the book below his now risen head.

“Mm you’re running out of room…there’s a notepad over there in the drawer next to the fridge, he tries to point but his arm just falls back down...Why didn't he just give me that earlier?

“Could you get me some bandages? I’ve lost…a good amount of blood,”

“In the bathroom,” he adds on after a few seconds, before letting his head mop to the floor once more.

I float to the bathroom behind him, it's tiny and barely fits the shower and everything else…I open the cabinets…that’s where my parents kept bandages- ah here! I grab some cloth disinfection as well.

“Let me help” I scribble over my words, already ran out of room on the dirt mostly-blank pages, he’s right but I’ll fix him up before grabbing the notepad.

He just groans a bit as I sit him down to inspect the wound, I hit his side, it’s not that deep, he would’ve already been dead if it was.

I gently pull his shirt up a bit, I use the cloth to stop the bleeding- at least mostly- disinfect it then bandage it just as mother taught me once- before they realized my power-

“Better?” I have to resort to writing over other words,

“You should get the notepad,”

I nod- unsure if he’s even eyeing me and float over to it.

I come back and sit in front of him while he tries to sit up from his laying-face-first position.

“Feeling better?” I write

“A bit…Could you get me a glass of water?”

I nod and rush off again, I grab two incase- which was the right move he gulps them both down only picking up his mask a fraction.

“Tic tac toe?”

“You want me to play….that with you?”

I nod as I draw boxes in a box for it.

“I’ll go first,” he goes O’s I go X’s

I end up winning, I’m very experienced after all. Back in the village in the rare cases kids came up to me, this is what we would play- plus Robbie always enjoys playing tic tac toe with me.

“Again”

I draw the box on another page

Then another

I end up getting comfy and lie on my stomach

“I have a lot of experience!” I write,

“How much experience lands you this much wins in a game of chance?”

“It’s not chance!!” I argue

“I think it is, you must be lucky”

“I’m dead I don’t think I can be that lucky!”

“Hmm maybe it’s the luck saying 'sorry you’re dead'- wait you guys are all dead? How does that work?”

“I don’t know for sure but the manor owner brings us back and then we participate in matches”

“Do I wanna know?”

“...no?”

“That was rhetorical Grace” He said my name.

“Well we the undead are hunters” I pause my pen as he shifts so he’s laying next to me so he can stare as I write.

“There are four survivors each match and we hunt them. They don’t die they are always revived.”

“So you’re trapped?”

I nod solemnly. I always try to avoid that line of thought. The man of winds just hums, thinking of this information like a hunter who saw tracks. Suddenly the air got thick like fog rolled in,

“Grace” Jack returned with a snarl.

The bunny-eared man sat up -unsteadily- ready to flee if needed.

“We must kill him, manor orders” he stated as if he had just received a letter of devotion. While he had blood running down his claws, Grace stared, “The coward ran to the cameras.”

Jack stepped forward towards him. Grace floated up in front and cocked her head, innocently. She had learned even in village life men will do what you ask if you act dumb, if you show your wits or give them a stare they will show their claws and use their teeth. However cute ditzy women please them, sometimes they even pity.

The quiet bird chirping outside suddenly ceased, she hadn’t even noticed the silent song until it was gone.

Fog appeared in the cabin rising up from hell itself.

“We must do what the manor says Grace”

Wujiu teleports behind him as backup.

--

With a knock of a claw, Grace was out, and after some….difficulties Night Watch of the Plateau of Leng was dead.

The legends did not die with him though. Those followed the village in fear that no hunts would happen for long after the death of The Night Watch.

They returned to the manor with a weapon, clothes, and a furious spirit. Grace didn’t wake up till they were back, Jack always had drugs in case. For he was always prepared for a chase.

----- Authors Note part 2

While editing this I got the image of just Joseph in the camera world, while this was happening in Hawaii, sitting on a beach chair drinking wine, just chiling. and maybe crying about his dead brother

Also, I apologize for how bad this probably is, it wasn't as rushed as my other works have been though so I am semi-proud of it.

[woodsfae]

Babylon 5 s02e10 Gropos S02 Table of Contents • previous episode

"No traffic, no complaints, no noise. Traitors, troublemakers, and ambassadors all tucked snugly in their little beds. I love this time of night."

Well, now something's definitely going to happen, Ivanova. You've jinxed it!

*jumpgate opens. 6 ships inbound.*

Is General Richard Franklin related to Doctor Stephen Franklin? Aaaand that was answered very quickly. Dr Franklin's dad has arrived with 25,000 soldiers that Sheridan needs to find berths for. I don't even want to imagine. And the influx! It'll be standing room only in every single crack and crevice of the place.

From a Trekkie point of view, rotating shifts of soldiers getting downtime on the station while the rest do whatever on the newly spacious ships seems like a better idea than "find 25,000 beds right now."

General Franklin: "I had an Alfredo Garibaldi under my command during the Dilgar invasion. Excellent soldier." Garibaldi: "That was my dad." General Franklin: *raises an eyebrow* "So much for genetics."

sick burn, dude. One of those lines that startles a laugh out of me. B5 has a lot of those. Way, way more surprise-laugh lines than any other show I can think of.

Yikes. This classified mission sounds like extremely bad news, and very classic USA imperialism interfering. Yeah, go on to a sovereign planet and wipe out one of the factions waging civil war at the request of one of the factions. That way always lies long term stability, duh.

But Sheridan was on the planet Akdor before? Earth has been around in the armed conflicts already, apparently.

Babylon 5 didn't already have enough armaments to defend against a warship? Sheridan not wanting the weapons is sorta understandable. But I'd rather have enough weaponry to deter anyone from poking holes in the walls between me and explosive decompression. (space fascinates and terrifies me)

The Franklin sisters sound impressive!

Bummer. General Franklin is xenophobic, humanocentric, and really invested in Stephen Franklin using his xenobiology experience to make xenobiological weapons.

Yeah I could never be in the military. The first time someone called me a mutant maggot I'd be court martialed for my response.

Seriously, rotate the soldiers in and out for leave. Cramming them all on board at once is too much.

The emotionalism of these parent-child relationship plots is kinda lost on me. My thoughts are "talking hasn't worked so far! Why bother beating your head against a brick wall. Not worth it."

Susan's advice to Stephen is far superior for relationships continuing to exist, that's for sure.

Lay hands on the Minbari Ambassador? Smart.

Shit, I want this soldier lady on my side no matter what. Also, excellent fight choreography.

What is up with all the mutant insults? Rubs me the wrong way. But dehumanization usually does.

Stephen Franklin: *tries to apologize* Dad Franklin: "I didn't raise you to say things you didn't mean!"

See? So much less of a headache to just stop trying to talk to unreasonable people.

Sheridan is an amazing peacekeeper. It often does take a third party to talk the emotionally riled up people around. And he's very good at it.

Garibaldi: "So, uh... what would you like to see first?" Durman: "Good restaurant." Garibaldi: "Okay." Durman: "Then your quarters."

get it, girl.

Welch is a good wingman, hah.

You're way, way overthinking it Garibaldi. Making this casual hookup real weird. Dodger/Durman's actor is spectacular. The way she pitches her voice low and loud when talking in public, but goes high when angry in private is some a+ acting.

Awww, father-son bonding.

I am enjoying the B5 staff guy Keffer hanging out with the two gropos. But how do you end up a 30 yr infantry person?? this guy does not look 50, and I can't imagine being a 50 year old grunt in the military, holy shit, rough life.

Kliest just wants to be a dick. Gonna be a racist idiot and try to assault the Minbari ambassador, then gonna start shit with the one B5 staff with a huge, fearless vet at his back?

Rando gropo: "Battle call!"

🎵 I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier 🎵

hilarious. Bar fight!

"And when I get back, I promise, we'll talk."

soooo Dad Franklin is definitely dying on Akdor, yeah?

There are some things on B5 that are just wonderful, aspirational, and a little depressing in their current relevance. Today's example: the black reporter, Tanya Wallace, with dreadlocks, respected as a journalist.

Dad Franklin made it, but Dodger died? :( And also Keffer's two bunkmate buddies. Very sad days.

Fitting for the episode to end right after panning across the lives lost so Earth can have a base closer to Narn and Centauri.

Pretty entertaining and enjoyable as far as Garibaldi episodes! And I appreciated the Family Franklin highlight, too!

next episode

[infectedhusband]

Hello new f/o!! I have a couple questions for you!!

4. Did you know your s/o long before you two became a couple, or was the relationship established relatively quickly after you both met?

5. Are you okay with PDA? How affectionate are you willing to get in public?

8. What is your contact name in your s/o's phone? What is their contact name in your phone?

19. Would you let your s/o wear your clothes, if they could? Would they let you wear theirs if their clothes fit?

34. Who's the taller one in the relationship? What is your height difference? If it's significant, is there any way to accommodate for it, or does one of you have to suffer through back/shoulder pain when you lean down for kisses?

Hello Anon! I'm more than happy to answer any questions that anyone has! Be prepared for the biggest yap session ever!! :D

4. Did you know your s/o long before you two became a couple, or was the relationship established relatively quickly after you both met?

Technically we aren't official yet... I mean yeah we act like a couple but Jinx hasn't officially asked me out, and I haven't officially asked them... yet!! I plan on doing it sometime soon. :D So to answer your question, it's been a little while. It's been almost a month? So not long but also not immediate either!

5. Are you okay with PDA? How affectionate are you willing to get in public?

I love PDA. I love being able to hold their hand and hug them and give them cheek kisses in public. Not to sound possessive, even though they'd like it if i was, but it lets everyone else know that they're mine, and vice versa! I'm willing to go as far as they are with it! If it's just holding my hand, that's great! If it's (someday) a quick kiss, that's also great! Whatever they feel comfortable with.

8. What is your contact name in your s/o's phone? What is their contact name in your phone?

Jinx's contact name for me? It's just my name with a couple hearts at the end. They aren't too big on nicknames as contact names because they will forget which one is me if it doesn't have my name. Mine for Jinx? It's "My Star 🩷" :D

19. Would you let your s/o wear your clothes, if they could? Would they let you wear theirs if their clothes fit?

Oh yeah! We share clothes all the time, at least, when we're home! It's adorable seeing them in one of my work t-shirts or Hawaiian button ups. And they let me wear their graphic t-shirts, which usually have horror movie characters (99% of them are Ghostface) or bands (MCR, PTV, the list goes on) on them. They're really comfortable, and they smell like them too!

34. Who's the taller one in the relationship? What is your height difference? If it's significant, is there any way to accommodate for it, or does one of you have to suffer through back/shoulder pain when you lean down for kisses?

I'm 100% the taller one. No doubt about it. I'm like 5'10 (maybe 5'11), and Jinx is 5'4. So the height difference is around 6 inches. I have to bend down to kiss them, but it's not really painful, if I'm honest!

[tryhardgwen]

rs archive 03/15/2024:

Hi Gwen! Lots of love from a usually silent reader <33. Which champs do you associate with ZOFGK the most? Any chance that we will get a fanfiction of you where T1 has champion abilities like in ginger's WtSR or those star guardian AUs?

hello!! thank you so much for the support🥹🥹

for champion associations, you can very much tell when i became a t1 fan because of the meta and what they played, lmao. (2022 msi. its all 2022 champs.)

for me, zeus is gangplank, yone, and jayce. his gp is fucking insane and it hasn't been meta since 2022 and i miss watching gp SO MUCH. riot where is he?? my choice of yone is primarily for his botlane play during 2022 worlds semifinals vs jdg during game 2. yeah. that just imprinted in my brain i fear. jayce is self-explanatory i think? i don't have a particular play associating with it but he loves jayce. i associate jayce with him, not AS him, but as like. he's in love with jayce. i think i have a minimum of 2 fics joking about zeus being in a parasocial one sidedrelationship with him. that's his computer bf right there.

for oner, i'd say viego. (nocturne is the runner-up here.) again. 2022. specifically 2022 msi semifinals vs g2 game 1. that play toplane where he got a triple kill. yep that's oner. funnily enough, while viego is on top of oner's list, oner isn't top of viego's list for me. like when i think of oner champs i go viego. when i think of viego players i think of... elyoya. RAT! no one asked but elyoya is qiyana and viego in my brain.

faker is ryze. that's bc of um. 2022 semifinals vs jdg. he's just a ryze guy what can i say. like ahri, yes, as a secondary. ahri is also very chovy! ahris is chovy and faker equally. faker is primarily ryze tho. srry not sorry.

guma is jinx and cait. he has a lot of good champs tho like.. aphel and xayah and varus >>? idk. but i just mainly associate him with jinx bc of his own outspokenness toward it, and cait bc the worlds 2022 incident (PERMABANNED XDD LMAOOOO)

keria is tamh kench, renata glasc, and lux. thresh after those three, sue me, but i didn't become a fan when like thresh was meta (i arrived in the fandom at msi 2022, okay, not spring 2022.) tk and renata = worlds 2022. lux is just. his lux is so good man. i want a keria lux skin. i feel like i would associate him with bard IF i became a fan at 2023 worlds, but i didn't, so its not nearly as notable for me. but man, keria just has a champ ocean (they all do tbh) its hard to pick.

(nobody asked but jojopyun is akali btw)

as for a fic with t1 as champions... its a possibility! im not going to rule it out. i already dipped my toes in proplayers as champions with my kindred fic for chovy and showmaker. i also have a runeterra au, but in that one my characters are all runeterrean npcs, not actual champions. keria is some demon of obsession, guma and oner are from rural demacia, faker is from ionia, and such. i'd have to like, figure out a plot first, but yeah a fic with t1 as champions/having champion abilities is definitely a possibility from me :> tysm for the support and the submit!! ily have a great day <3

[bippot]

All Over Again - Chapter 2: Like Beavers

Story Summary -> When he used to say that he wished he could fall in love with his wife all over again, Bob may have jinxed himself. Yet, the process of knowing her once more wasn't as smooth as he'd used to think.

Honestly, he doesn't know which is worse - his broken bones or the fact she can't seem to forget who he once was?

Chapter 2: Like Beavers Summary -> Bob's memory still hasn't returned, but will meeting (well, re-meeting) his father and best friend help bring some to the surface

Tags -> Angst, Amnesia, Established Relationship, Memory Loss, Airplane Crashes, Major Character Injury, Hospitals, True Love, Love at First Sight, Married Couple

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Previous Chapter -> All Over Again

Back in the day, Bob was seriously shy. Very reserved and nervous at times. He kept to himself more often than not; preferring to spend his time either alone or with his mother, which was why his parents were so surprised that he wanted to go to a summer seminar in Maryland. He'd never been that far from home before, let alone without his parents by his side.

But they helped him with his application and were overjoyed when he got in. He'd got a part time job to pay for the program fee and, before they knew it, seventeen year old Bob was being dropped off at the dorm he'd be staying in for the next week.

His roommate was a loudmouth of the highest calibre, and if Bob was honest, he hated the guy. But that was okay since that guy left after the first day because he didn't realise they had to get up at half five in the morning for a workout.

There were only three girls that summer. Two of them had already banded together and left the other girl out. So, when she had nobody to sit next to at breakfast, Bob not so gracefully sat next to her. He'd never been one to put himself out there, especially not to a pretty girl. But as he saw her by herself, surrounded by other boys who'd made no effort, he just couldn't help himself.

"H-hi, I'm Robert. My mama calls me Bobby - I don't know why I said that... but you can call me whatever you want. I just...yeah." Bob nervously chuckled, trying his best to hold his nerve. "Can I, can I sit with you?" He pointed to the seat across from her, giving her the most polite smile he could manage.

Y/N's lips quirked upwards in an amused expression upon seeing Bob shuffle his feet and fidget with his thumbs. "Of course you can, Bobby." Her soft, smooth tone made his heart flutter and a goofy grin appeared on his face. He took a deep breath and nodded, then proceeded to awkwardly take the spot next to her. "Why aren't you sitting with them?"

With a nod of her head, she gestured to the throng of boys sitting at the tables in the centre of the room, giggling and laughing insanely loudly amongst themselves as they ate. Bob shrugged his shoulders then repeated the question to her about the girls. "Three's a crowd, apparently." Y/N grinned as she shook her head. She glanced over to the girls and gave them a wave that was scoffed at. "They're from the same school so I was DOA to them the second I stepped foot here."

Bob found himself saying, "We could pair up...if you'd like," before he had a chance to even think about being nervous. There was something about her that drew him in, maybe it was her smile, her eyes, or perhaps it was the way she talked, or the way she carried herself, maybe it was all of these things that made him somewhat comfortable around her despite his shy nature.

"I would like that. I'm Y/N, by the way."

The way Bob always used to describe it was that 'they felt right' in his head. In his heart. The moment he met her, he just knew they'd work so well together - professionally, platonically, and not so platonically (although he wouldn't tell her about that last one for the next couple of years). Their relationship was easy, natural even. As if they'd been tiny little molecules that were right next to each other in the very beginning of the universe and would stay that way until the very end.

For the rest of summer school, they were attached at the hip. And once it ended and the pair were forced back to their separate homes in separate states, it was difficult for either of them to stop texting, calling or messaging each other whenever possible.

Six days. That's all it took for Bob to become utterly smitten for what he assumed would be the rest of his life.

His parents couldn't believe it at first. The 'girl' their son was constantly talking to over the Internet was clearly a fifty year old paedophile that was catfishing him. Then, the pair had been video calling one day and his mother burst through his bedroom door to pick up his laundry. "Mom!" Bob whined.

"What, honey?"

"I'm talking to Y/N!" Bob hollered to his mother, his face beet red as he tried to ignore how his friend was laughing at him. His mother raised her eyebrows, confused, but decided to get closer to his laptop screen to see the girl in question.

Oh, so she wasn't a paedophile in disguise! "Bobby, you didn't say your girlfriend was so pretty! Hi Y/N! Nice to finally meet you!" The blonde greeted, waving enthusiastically through the webcam and causing Bob to blush a deeper, more brilliant shade of crimson as she waved back, her cheeks burning hot with embarrassment.

"Hello, Mrs Floyd." she replied bashfully. "Nice to meet you too."

"Mom! Y/N is my friend." Bob insisted as his mother continued to stare at the screen. She'd never seen her son get this loud over a single person before and, in all honesty, she hadn't even known her boy could get like that at all.

It was a lovely change.

Thanks to the ruckus, Bob Senior appeared to see what all the fuss was about and soon joined his wife, the pair of them gawking at the fact that their Bobby had a friend who was a girl. Their notoriously shy and loner son had finally found somebody he thought was worth being around and went out of his way to interact with. The couple exchanged looks of happiness between themselves before leaving Bob to stew in his embarrassment.

Frequent Internet communication was all they had until they graduated and, luckily, both had been accepted into the naval academy. They were on their way back to Maryland.

Not too far from the Academy was a little restaurant that the pair agreed to meet up in once they arrived. Originally, they thought it'd just be the two of them. Once Bob's parents had heard about the plan, they invited themselves. Obviously they wanted to meet the girl Bob had been talking about non stop for the past year.

Y/N had arrived a few minutes before the Floyd's arrived and, as she stood there just about to text Bob, she felt a tap on her shoulder. When she turned around to look at the culprit, her eyes widened and her arms were around him before her mind even made the decision to move. He returned the embrace, resting his chin on top of her head as she clutched onto his shirt, squeezing tightly to show that she was truly happy to see him again.

"You've gotten taller." Y/N smiled as she stared up at Bob, still not completely convinced that this was real and that he was really standing in front of her. He wasn't just pixels on a screen - that much was certain. "You've got some stubble too."

Bob rolled his eyes and pushed Y/N away playfully from where she was standing, leaning back against the wall beside her. "I'm a man now, Y/N. A grown man now." Y/N just laughed and poked him on the side. There was more muscle there than she remembered him having. Weird.

"Where are your parents?"

On cue, Mr and Mrs Floyd appeared around the corner, their faces lighting up as they spotted Bob and Y/N waiting patiently outside the restaurant for them. "Parking was a nuisance! We couldn't find a place! Luckily, there was a lovely old lady who was just leaving as we made our third - yes, third - loop around the lot," Bob Senior began to complain.

Mrs Floyd was quick to slap him on the arm and urge, "Robert, I'm sure Y/N doesn't give two hoots about the parking situation, honey." Then she glanced at Junior and reached out to fiddle with the collar of his shirt. "Oh Bobby, let mama fix it for you."

Hiding her giggle behind her hand, Y/N watched as Bob's mum fixed his collar for him, then put his hair back into place, then licked her finger to get some transparent dirt from his cheek, then... she kept going and going, clearly in an attempt to annoy him until he gently pushed her hands away with a whiny, "Mom!"

For the entire dinner, Bob tried his hardest to keep a blush from his cheeks but it seemed important. His parents seemed to be going out of their way to embarrass him. And Y/N wasn't helping. No, she just shook her head and laughed at it all with a bright smile and sparkling eyes, and it was making him feel even more flustered. It definitely wasn't helping when his father asked, quite loudly, if they were dating already.

Y/N choked on her drink at that question, causing the older man to laugh and lean over to pat her back lightly as she coughed. That reaction was what young Bob argued with when his mind conjured ideas about her liking him back. If she liked him, which was an impossible thought, she wouldn't have had such a visceral reaction. Right? It wasn't that she was startled. No, she was disgusted at the mere notion of dating him.

"Cherry coke shot out of my nose, like, gushed straight onto the table and ruined one of the menus, and I swear my brain just stopped working for a whole minute and a half," Y/N explained with a slight giggle, her eyes alight with humour as she recounted the event.

He desperately wished he could remember that day. Alas, he couldn't. And he hated that. Why, oh why, couldn't he remember it?! Just one moment – just one small, tiny - hell, he'd take something insignificant - a piece of his old life. Just any little thing! A stupid memory, even! A random bit of information about what he was like, anything! Anything at all! But nothing came.

"Sounds sticky," Bob laughed.

"Oh, it was!"

Quietly and filled with something that sounded an awful lot like shame, Bob asked, "That didn't spur me on to make a move, did it?"

"No. No, it didn't. Quite the opposite, really."

That completely wrong sentiment would persist for years. It would only be corrected in their third year at the academy. They'd had flings and one night stands and instances of debauchery, but they were all meaningless relationships anyway. They were nothing but distractions and excuses. Every single one of their friends and classmates knew that, yet the young couple still were ignorant to the others feelings.

Then, one day, one simple day that was not supposed to be anything special in particular, happened to change everything.

"Let's go out, Bobby! Please?!" Y/N exclaimed, tugging at the boy's wrist and pulling him further into her dorm room. He groaned loudly before letting himself flop on her bed, kicking his shoes off as he lay down. "Come on! Live a little! Have a little fun!"

"Noooo, Y/N, we barely get any free time. Why would we want to waste it in a bar?"

"Because I bought a new dress! I need an excuse to wear it! What's more reason than that?" She pleaded, looking up at him imploringly. Bob frowned, his face contorting into annoyance at how much effort he was putting in to not just give in.

Cause it was taking him a lot of mental exertion to maintain his stance when she looked so damned cute. So damn beautiful. He could stare at those manipulative puppy dog eyes for eternity and never grow bored of it. Never. It didn't matter if she was trying to get him to do something, as long as it got the desired results he would follow every order given to him like a good soldier.

"Just put the dress on now."

"Now?"

"Yeah. Why not?"

Good point. She'd bought the thing to entice one person and he was already in her bed.

"Turn around then."

Covering his eyes as soon as he could, Bob waited until Y/N gently pulled his hands from his face, revealing the stunning but effortlessly simple sun dress that she wore. "What do you think?" Y/N asked, turning around and posing dramatically for him, swaying and swirling the fabric around her body.

And Bob didn't react. Not at first. In fact, he froze.

"Jesus Bobby, you can say if you don't like it." Y/N pouted, crossing her arms across her chest.

Bob was staring intently at her as she spoke and she found herself getting increasingly more self conscious under his intense gaze. She shifted her weight from one foot to another, her fingers playing with the ends of her sleeves.

When his stare finally lifted, he blinked slowly once, twice, thrice before clearing his throat softly, a slight flush staining his cheeks. After he regained control of his voice, he spoke softly, almost sounding breathless, "You look... very nice."

It took all his willpower to keep himself from audibly swooning. He knew better than to sound so pathetic, however, he was pretty sure he must've sounded exactly like that anyway. Because Y/N L/N just looked devastatingly gorgeous. Her hair was loose and fell in soft waves around her face, and her eyes shimmered in the dim, golden light coming through the curtains of her dorm room. She looked like an angel.

What he wouldn't give to reach out and touch her, to brush the stray strands of hair that threatened to fall in her face away from her face.

Then, he did it. He stood up from his spot on her bed and stepped closer towards her. Slowly, he reached out and caressed the sides of her face, the pad of his thumb gliding over the apple of her cheeks, tracing a delicate line to her temple before hooking over her ear.

Her eyes closed as she leaned into his touch and felt her heart thump against her ribcage, feeling each beat as a loud echo through her veins. And as she heard the faintest intake of breath by his lips, her eyelids fluttered open and met with his sapphire eyes.

They remained fixed on each other, silently communicating as they continued to stare into each other's souls. "So..." Y/N whispered softly, breaking the silence between them. "You like?"

"Yeah, yeah, I like."

Millimetre by millimetre, Bob lowered his head closer and closer to hers in slow motion. He wanted to kiss Y/N. Needed to kiss her. But the moment the tips of their noses brushed, the familiar and distinct voice of Y/N's roommate was growing louder as she walked up to the door.

"Oh yeah, I'll tell you all about it. Yeah, I'll be literally thirty seconds," they heard and instantly jumped to act like nothing was going wrong. Bang! In surprise, the pair both decided to take a step forward and their foreheads crashed in a clumsy collision, resulting in them stumbling backwards awkwardly and groaning loudly as they clutched at their heads.

Headbutting really gets rid of the romantic vibe, they came to realise.

"What happened?" Y/N's roommate asked as she saw the scene before her, her concern not stopping her from finding her bag and jacket.

The couple just shrugged. Apparently, that was enough of an answer.

"Are you going out tonight? Or is it going to be another one where you two hide away in here watching some lame ass movie and fall asleep before you get the balls to confess your love?"

"Second option," Y/N remarked, her palm massaging her forehead, her other hand resting on Bob's arm. She didn't know whether to laugh or sigh at how true that assessment was.

"You guys suck."

"Don't bring a guy back! I don't want to wake up to grunting again."

Y/N's roommate rolled her eyes, but it soon turned into a sly smile. "I'm not the one who always has a guy in her bed. At least I don't pretend to be oblivious when he wakes up with morning wood," she laughed, and that laugh only got harder when Bob turned a bright shade of pink.

With a wave, the kind where the fingers move instead of the wrist, Y/N's roommate left the dorm room and closed the door behind her. It was quiet for a second.

"You can feel it?!?"

"Bobby..."

Once again flopping on her bed, he fell face first and hid in her pillows, mumbling incoherent curses at being caught. Y/N smiled as she watched him burrow deeper into her sheets, a deep blush spread on his cheeks while he struggled to come up with a believable lie. The truth was, he knew deep down inside that she'd been polite about his early morning indiscretions. He wasn't a fucking idiot.

"What do you wanna watch?"

Chuckling, she slumped beside him and tilted her head towards him, a cheeky grin on her face and a teasing glint in her eye. He glanced over at her briefly as he tried to think of something clever. Unfortunately for him though, he couldn't seem to find anything worthwhile to reply with and she looked so good and they'd just had a moment and, clearly, she didn't mind how his body reacted to hers. All of that culminated into Bob surging forward to smush his lips against hers. She didn't even flinch or try to stop him.

Instead, she melted into him and brought a hand up to thread through his hair affectionately as he braced himself on one arm over her, his hand finding her free one and clutching it right beside her head. He smiled brightly against her mouth as they embraced each other tightly, and she returned the gesture with a content hum. And, all too soon, kissing became impossible since the pair were too busy giggling madly.

There was a certain type of ecstasy that filled the air, the feeling of 'fucking finally!' and of freedom was immediate and really fucking good.

"I can't believe I did that," Bob muttered quietly to himself, shaking his head in happy disbelief. He looked at the woman lying next to him in his bed with a wide, goofy grin plastered onto his face. His expression made Y/N soften and reach up to brush some hair away from his forehead, her hand landing on his cheek and cupping it softly before placing a gentle peck onto his lips.

So they were just kissing each other now? All willy nilly and shit? As soon as he realised that she'd given him a smooch, he was jumping back in for another attack. Then another, and another after that. Every time he thought they'd had enough, he would lean back, instantly regret his decision, and return to kissing her once more.

"Do you, do you wanna...you know?" She asked tentatively, her voice low and husky as she fiddled with the hem of his shirt, her eyes fixed firmly upon his.

He froze for a split second, his eyes widening comically. She'd actually asked him. And she looked nervous, which wasn't something that often occurred to him. He swallowed thickly. The question was obvious – yes. A hundred times, yes. Yet, "I do, I really do - believe me - but can we take it slow? I'd rather-'' he began, pausing for a few seconds to gather his thoughts together, "You deserve all the wining and dining, you know? I want to savour whatever this is and don't want to get too greedy. Just... let's go slowly, okay?" He trailed off, unsure whether what he said was making sense or if she found him completely ridiculous.

But, she simply placed her arms around his shoulders, nudged her nose into his, and whispered, “You're so cute ,” with a soft giggle escaping her lips. He could feel heat radiating from his face, the tip of his ears reddening as he buried his nose in her hair where he stayed for as long as she would allow.

"We got together because your roommate made a joke about my boner?" current Bob exclaimed, causing Y/N laugh loudly as she nodded, a soft grin spread across her features as she reminisced about the good ol' days. "Thank god for morning wood."

They kept joking around for an hour or so. Y/N answered any and all of the follow up questions he threw her way; and when they weren't talking, her hand was constantly brushing the side of his face, or playing with the loose strands of his hair. She couldn't deny that there was definitely something still there between them; however, she was reluctant to push it. She knew there was no guarantee that he would still be interested in her when he met other people, other possible suitors.

Their love had been bashed away from his brain. Someone else could take her place; someone new, someone without preconceived notions about who he was or could be. The man who loved her, the man who was meant for her, the man deserved her, wasn't him anymore. But she wouldn't say that out loud, couldn't bring herself to.

"You getting tired?" Y/N asked sweetly as she noticed his eyes drooping from fatigue, a yawn escaping his lips as his head lulled further into her hand. "Close your eyes, lovely. I'll be here when you wake up."

She tucked the blanket securely around him and kissed him on the forehead softly. "Goodnight, handsome. See you in the morning." His response was merely a quiet 'hm', followed by some grunting as he tried to shift slightly but failed to do so due to his injuries and gave up on the idea. To help him along, Y/N sat back in the chair beside his bed and drew circles on his palm with his thumb like she used to.

In the morning, she was still by his bedside when his eyes fluttered open, the sunlight shining directly into his eyes and blinding him momentarily. Y/N sat back in the chair with her phone up to her ear, speaking in a quiet and calm voice that contrasted the way he was groaning awake moments ago.

"He's awake now, yeah. Woke up two seconds ago." Y/N got to her feet and perched on the side of his bed, wiping the sleep away from the corner of his eyes with gentle fingertips. "Do you want me to get Jake to pick you up? Or Brad, you seemed to like him better?"

Some mumbling was heard from the other line that Bob couldn't understand.

"I can do it if you need me to. No? Okay then. Message me when you're outside, and yeah, I'll be your guide. Yeah, hmm-huh, see you soon, pops."

With those words, she hung up the phone and set it down on the table beside Bob's bed, looking down at him and smiling. "Hey handsome, good morning." She stroked the stubble growing along his jaw with her fingers before leaning forward and giving him a chaste kiss on the forehead. "How are you feeling today?"

"A little sore in places, but overall, pretty alright."

"Anything up there that's different?" Y/N asked tentatively, massaging his temples as she spoke.

"Sorry. Same as yesterday. Still nothing."

Although her shoulders did slump a smidge, Y/N replied, "That's okay. It's okay. I'm just glad that you're alright." That was certainly true. Her stomach was knotted with worry, but she was grateful nonetheless that he was still alive. "The doctors will be in any second, is there anything that you want me to tell them? More drugs or pillows or...?"

"Just water, please. Water would be nice," he told her earnestly, and Y/N immediately obliged, pouring him a glass of water and helping him take a sip. "Do you know when I'm allowed to go home?"

"Probably a couple of weeks because of how broken most of your bones are."

After everything he'd gone through – all his scars, the loss of his movement, the trauma that had occurred to him, Bob just wanted to go home. He had no idea where that was, he just knew that he didn't want to be in a hospital anymore. Sure, he wasn't fond of pain and knew it was in his best interests to stay, but honestly, he had been alert for a day and he was already getting sick of the tubes and the wires and all the nurses and doctors crowding him. He assumed that at home it would be him and his wife, just the two of them together. That would've been a lot easier to deal with.

"Are you going to stay with me?"

"Of course, lovely. There's nowhere else I'd rather be than with you."

"Even when I'm not...me? All of me?"

An audible whimper she couldn't suppress escaped her throat. He looked so fragile and helpless right now. It broke her heart to see him like this, and to have him have some ill founded belief that she would toss him to the side because he wasn't 'her Bobby' right now. Despite how conflicted her feelings were, that was never going to happen.

"You're not going to get rid of me that easily," she teased, running a soothing hand along his bicep, earning a hum from him. "Not ever. Not unless you ask me to."

The way she said those words caused butterflies to swarm inside his stomach, and he couldn't stop himself from grinning. He was beginning to realise that the girl sitting next to him was truly, truly devoted to him, and maybe, some part of his heart still felt the same towards her even though it had no basis to do so.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Cutting the soft moment, the doctor and that annoying whistling that always accompanied his presence appeared at their doorway. "Ah, Lieutenant Floyd. Good to see you're awake," the doctor said with a smile, taking notice of Y/N sitting at his bedside. "Mrs Floyd, would you mind stepping outside while I check how he's doing today?"

Y/N nodded and prepared to make her exit.

"It's Lieutenant Floyd, too," Bob corrected the doctor.

"Hmm?"

"Lieutenant, not Mrs."

"Oh, I apologise, Lieutenant Floyd.

With a smug smile on her face, Y/N walked out with her head held high. He'd been calling as such the entire time, but she'd been too distracted to correct him and, honestly, she didn't think she cared enough to try until Bob had done it for her.

While his check up was going on, Y/N made her way to Phoenix's room to visit with her. As per usual, she knocked and opened the door to find Phoenix laying in the bed, her hands laced behind her neck while she gazed lazily towards the window.

"Need a better view?" Y/N questioned with an amused smile playing on her lips as she leaned against the doorframe and watched Phoenix stare upwards in a trance.

Phoenix turned to look at her with a questioning glance, but then shook her head with a grin of her own as Y/N closed the distance between them to sit on her bed beside her. That grin fell as soon as Nat asked, "How is he?"

"He's Bob." Y/N let out a sigh. "I don't know how else to say it. Even without his memories, he's still very Bob-like."

The words left Y/N's mouth slowly, almost painfully, and Nat could feel herself tearing up a little as she spoke, her chest tightening at every single word that passed her friend's tongue. The words hit hard - like punches to her gut.

"I'm sorry, Bambi. I'm so sorry," Phoenix repeated over and over again. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she couldn't seem to hold back her sobs that had wrecked her so quickly.

"Oh Nix," Y/N cooed, bringing both her arms around her friend and drawing her closer. "It's okay. I promise you that Bob is going to be just fine. He'll heal." She pulled away from her friend and wiped the tears off Phoenix's cheeks with her thumbs. "And I don't plan on giving up on him, do you?"

"No, no! Of course not."

"Well then, there's nothing to cry about."

Lightly, Y/N nudged her shoulder into Nat's arm, which earned a snotty chuckle from the brunette. Phoenix's tears gradually stopped falling while she tried to regain her composure, and she gave Y/N a light slap on her arm playfully in retaliation.

They continued laughing quietly to themselves for a few moments until Y/N's phone chimed with an incoming call. She glanced down at the screen to see who was calling.

"Hi Rob, are you outside? Let me come to you." Y/N stood up and stretched her legs, walking over to the window and peering out of the blinds to see if she could see the hospital from Nat's room.

After scanning the street below and finding a familiar mop of grey hair - that had once been an even more familiar mop of dirty blond hair - she waved goodbye to Nat and walked to greet Bob's father. When he saw her approaching, he stood up straight and saluted her as he usually did to both his son and his wife. Y/N returned the playful gesture in turn, giving Bob's father a small smile before being engulfed in a hug. His strong grip enveloped her and he squeezed her tightly before pulling away after a short while to properly meet her eyes.

"How badly do I need to prepare?"

"He's almost in a full body cast, which is weirdly funny to look at, I'm not going to lie. But..." She paused briefly as Bob Senior's eyebrows raised. "...the memory thing is complicated to explain, but I guess I can explain as we walk up."

She put one of her hands on his shoulder to guide him into the building and began to lead the way as she told him everything he needed to know. From the way he listened attentively; how his eyebrows were knitted together whenever she told him something particularly troubling or shocking; how she'd seen a flash of fear cross his features when she recalled what the doctors had told her; and how he stared through the window with such worry painted, that she knew he wasn't as calm and collected as he wanted to seem.

"Hey, take a breath," Y/N instructed, "Come on, Pops, breathe with me." Her voice was soft, gentle, yet commanding and firm, and the man in front of her seemed to be trying his hardest to follow her instructions. After several repetitions of the exercise, he managed to gain control of his breathing. "Good job."

Senior took his first few feet into the hospital room with heavy steps, each echoing louder than the last. He was nervous, way more nervous than he'd anticipated he ever would be. After all, there was a good chance the relationship with his son would never be the same again.

Y/N returned to Bob's side and grabbed the controls to his bed, pushing the button to raise him enough to sit up. "Another new old person?" he asked her when he realised there was another person there.

"Bobby, this is your Pops. Your dad," Y/N smiled as she introduced the two men.

"Dad?" Bob repeated softly, looking up to his father for reassurance that this was, indeed, a fact. It was surreal seeing his dad, a total stranger, standing in front of him.

"Hi Bobby, can I hug you?"

"Please."

The reply left Bob's mouth so fast, so quickly, that it came out almost incoherent. But it mattered neither to him nor his father as Senior went ahead and pulled the younger man into a warm but awkward embrace. Bob groaned as he tried to raise his arms enough to at least touch the back of his father, but found himself unable to raise more than an inch from where he lay.

All he could manage to do was to rest his chin against his father's shoulder. For some reason that he couldn't quite understand, Bob's eyes began to water as he felt the forgotten, yet somewhat familiar, comforting warmth radiating off of his dad. The warmth seemed to seep into his bones, almost as if he'd experienced it before and this was simply reigniting the kindling within him.

"I don't know why I'm crying," he muttered, blinking back tears that threatened to fall from his eyes.

"Don't worry, I'm right there with ya, kid," Senior chuckled, wiping at Bob's eyes with his sleeve before he got rid of his own tears. Bob let out a small, weak chuckle that sounded almost identical to his father's, shaking his head lightly. He sniffled as Senior sat on the edge of the bed.

For the next few hours, Bob and his father kept talking to each other about everything. The pair bounced from topic to topic like they were old friends reuniting after years apart. There was a lot of reminiscing, mostly funny stories about Bob's childhood that made him laugh so much that he started snorting like a child.

That was until Bob asked, "What about mom? Where is she?"

His father didn't react at first. There was silence for a few moments before Y/N took the lead to answer, "Your mama passed two years ago, lovely," and Bob looked like somebody had sucker punched him in the stomach. Y/N placed her hand gently onto Bob's cheek as he closed his eyes and leaned in to her touch, trying to get some comfort from it as best as he could.

"Oh," He replied quietly, not sure of what else he should possibly say. "I-" His voice cracked slightly as he attempted to continue speaking. "I'm sorry... I guess..." he trailed off awkwardly.

Honestly, it was a lot to take in.

"I, uh, I still get choked up just saying the words out loud," Senior admitted quietly as he ran the tips of his fingers across the cast on shoulder absentmindedly.

"And I don't have a step mom or anything to worry about meeting?"

"No, no, Floyd men have a tendency to mate for life."

"Like beavers," Y/N added with a teasing smile while raising her eyebrow at Bob Junior.

Together, the trio continued to talk with each other about all sorts of things that came to their mind. It was natural to see the Floyd men interact so easily with one another, considering how similar they were in many ways. They talked, laughed, and joked. And it was hard to imagine that Bob's current mind had only come into contact with his dad a mere four hours before; but it happened.

And in that short span of time, he already felt as though he had been a part of that family. Obviously, that was true. Yet Bob, even though he had no connection to or reason why, felt like Floyd. Floyd was his name, Floyd was his father's name, Floyd was the love of his life's name. Bob Floyd was still, at heart, Robert Floyd Junior. He was a Floyd, he knew that for sure.

That wasn't something that could be changed.

"Sweetheart, why don't you take my hotel room for the night?" Senior asked Y/N as soon as he noticed her eyes drooping.

"Oh no, that's okay! I don't want to impose-" she started to politely decline, but Senior shook his head.

"I took an ambien on the flight, and I was out like a light. I knew if I was awake, I'd be shaking in my boots. You know how much of a wimp I am about flying -" Bob's dad's voice got quieter. "Even more so now."

Bob watched as his family exchanged a silent conversation with their eyes, which eventually led to Y/N giving in with a sigh of defeat. “Fine, fine…” she said, “But I will be back as soon as visitation begins."

Her hand cradled Bob's cheek in one smooth motion and pressed a sweet, lingering kiss onto it. For a second, it looked as if she was going to leave one right on his kisser and Bob tilted his head to allow her to do so, but she got second thoughts. Instead, he nuzzled further into her hand and pecked her palm in response.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning.. Try to get some sleep," Y/N spoke before pulling away from her husband to bid goodbye to Senior, who responded by pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Call if anything happens, okay?"

"Will do, Lieutenant."

With one final wave, Y/N left to turn in for the night. She was exhausted, but happy with the outcome of the day and hoped it would help Bobby get answers and clear some of the confusion and fear clouding his mind.

Senior chuckled to himself as he watched the way Bob's eyes followed Y/N's every move as she left his room. He knew his son was completely smitten with her still. It was clear on his face every time she stepped into view.

"You know, I'm glad you swoon over her. If you didn't, well, I don't think you'd be you anymore."

"Have I always had it this bad?"

"Yep, ever since you met her. You came back from that summer school and we couldn't shut you up. It was always, 'Y/N said...' or, 'Y/N and I...' or, 'I was with Y/N when...' You never stopped talking about her, which was odd cause you never used to talk all that much."

Chuckling, Bob rolled his eyes and shook his head. "I wish I could remember, Dad…" He trailed off and sighed. "I keep trying but nothing comes to me. It's not as if there's nothing there, I know there is. It's like every memory I have is fogged over, like it's crossed out or something. Like, I can see that it exists yet I can't reach for it."

He looked down towards his hands as they lay limply on top of the blanket on either side of his waist. Thanks to all the casts, his hands were the only body part that he could see clearly. It gave him hope, however little of it he had left at that moment, as it was evidence of him, his skin, of how much life he'd lived in order for his hands to become so roughened from age and experience.

"You just gotta keep trying," Senior encouraged with a shrug. He paused for a moment as a thought occurred to him, and patted himself down to try and locate his cellphone.

After fishing around, he pulled it out of the inner pockets of his coat and fiddled around with it for a minute or two, mumbling, "When your mama passed, you made this little video for her funeral. Lemme find it... I'm not so good with technology, this may take a while," as he swiped and clicked.

Eventually, he found the video in question and went to show it to Bob. However, once his hand got halfway, he remembered to ask, "Are you allowed to look at screens yet? It might hurt your brain."

"Hangman forced me to watch a football game with him yesterday, so yeah, I'm good."

Huddled together, the Floyd men watched all the old home movies that Bob had transferred onto his father's phone. Every single one was as mundane as the next, but still had them all cracking up. Senior, despite his lack of skills with technology, had spent a lot of the nineties with a camera in his hand.

Bob's dad passed that hobby onto his son, apparently, as the moment Bob took over the control of the phone, he found previous messages he'd sent that were filled with little vlogs and random moments of the adventures he'd been on.

There were videos of Hangman and Rooster and a lady he assumed was Phoenix as they drank beer and hung out at a bar.

There was some of Mickey failing at a video game surrounded by other people dressed in khaki.

There was an uncountable amount of videos of Y/N.

Dates they'd been on. Places they'd gone. Times when he'd caught her singing. Or when she'd filmed him crying at a Disney movie. Or when he'd travelled across the entire country to bring her flowers on base. There were millions of memories stored in those digital files - ones that he wanted to remember but couldn't. The videos would have to do for now.

It was better than nothing.

Next Chapter -> Think About Love

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[premleague-a]

"No, I know it wasn't," Callum nods. Jon's right. It's valuable knowledge. He doesn't want to come across like he's nervous, but he knows as well as everyone else on the pitch knows that he's a junior. Of course he's nervous. Just because he'd won West Ham's player of the year for their past two Academy seasons didn't mean he was on the same level as Tartt or anybody like that. He'd get there. It'd take time. Tartt wasn't Tartt his first year, either. Callum knows about Noa's morning coffees - she's mentioned them offhandedly before. "Okay - but if you want one or something - just let me know."

Jon, despite his massive, imposing size, is comforting to Ducky. Callum hasn't been on the first team for long, but in that short time, he's grown comfortable with his captain, learned that he can be at ease around the man he grew up watching in claret and blue. He does have to tilt his chin up to look up at him, but that's not unusual - Ducky's dad's taller than him, too. Not like Jon is, but... well, still taller. "Yeah - yeah, they're comin', yeah," he confirms, nodding rapidly. He doesn't think he'll be put in the XI, but wouldn't that be mad? Jon's right - they aren't city, they're fucking Luton. Ducky won't say that- he doesn't want to jinx it. He crosses his fingers, shaking his hands back and forth a little bit. "That'd be mad, yeah, thank you, Jon."

" that wasn't me slagging you off, kid. " jon puts his bear paw on callum's shoulder, brushing his thumb a little bit and being as comforting as he could be, jon mazur cares. he cares more than just about the badge, he cares deeply about all those who wear it. except ruper mannion; he could swivel on one for all he cares. good that that wanker's out of their hair now. " and -- look, i was joking, about the coffee. my sister fuckin' makes this evil blend of coffee in the mornings, keeps me awake until about eleven at night. "

squeezing duck's shoulder and letting go, jon stands a little taller, if that's possible, " i think they'll try to give you some play time, mate -- it's luton, not man city. as good as i think you are, they're not putting you in an xi against them pricks, but luton.. look, i'll put in a good word. your family comin' to that one? "

[gunsatthaphan]

am i really slow or, does the eclipse have like... no product placement at all?? no oishi, no systema, no swift. impressive fr

I mean I don't wanna jinx it but yeah. So far there hasn't been any. aka one more thing that makes this show iconic.

It appears that DutchMill is their only sponsor so if anything, all we have to fear is someone nibbling on a carton and I'm okay with that djfkghg

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