#im out

[madcat-world]

I’m Out - FLOOKO

[velvees-archive]

TGAA 1-2 Spoilers!

don’t do this to me bro…

are you telling me the last thing kazuma reached for and thought about before he died was ryunosuke?

[akeminy]

OMFGGGGG I’M ABOUT TO PASS OUT, TO RIP MY HAIR, TO DIE HEREEEE

[fallenwhumpee]

Full Prize

• Masterlist •

Warnings: Mentioned past torture, mentioned murder, inexplicit injuries, restrains, suggesting torture, possibly dissociation.

Leader stared ahead. They didn't spare a glance at their ankles throbbing as if they were still broken, their wrists aching. They could practically feel the knife once was between their shoulder blades, deep enough to puncture one of their lungs.

But Leader didn't react to the pain at all. It was all they had felt until a month ago— for almost a year. It was familiar, comforting, even. To have a reminder that they had been beaten, but not broken.

"We can rough them up a bit," Right Hand suggested, touching to their healed arm lightly. It still hurt— the mere sight of Whumper was enough to resurface the pain that was supposed to be gone, but clinging to Leader's skin.

It all looked to a word from their mouth. Whunper was just there, yet to wake up, tied up and thrown to a corner like a bag. Defenseless. Leader could just wrap their hands around their throat and—

"There's no need," Leader all but ordered, not breaking the blank expression. They didn't know how they sustained their image, but at least their flat look would stop possible protests. "They will pay for what they did to everyone."

"Then let me have the watch at least. You haven't moved since we came back," Right Hand tried again.

"I'm alright," Leader assured. They were alright. They could act like they were alright, at least. And that was more than enough.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Anything I should know before you go?" Leader shifted their stance, taking some weight off of their almost healed ankle.

"No sir."

"Good." Leader nodded, bothered by the formality. Right Hand began walking out, and Leader called them before they could stop themselves.  "Right Hand?"

"Hm?" Right Hand's head snapped at them.

"Don't worry," Leader tried again. They had already burdened the team with their absence. They didn't want to cause more trouble.

"Hard not to," Right Hand muttered.

"I know."

"I won't let you be around when they wake up, though," Right Hand insisted.

Leader gave a small smile. "I give the orders here," they reminded.

"No. Not this time. Last time you insisted on something—"

"It was for the best," Leader cut through the sentence. The other option would end with slaughter of their team.

"No—"

"Right Hand," Leader warned, a little too sharp. They took a deep breath, fixing their tone. "The reason of our argument is now incapacitated. I see no reason for me to leave."

"When will you stop acting as if nothing happened?"

"I'm not ignoring what happened. But truly, Right Hand, I'm alright. Past is past."

Telling was easy, after all. Leader could lie in their sleep. They weren’t proud about that, but it was useful. And it was a lie they told themselves constantly. They would fake it until they made it.

"But its not for me!" Right Hand yelled. The tone made both of them flinch, but it was all Leader needed to pull Right Hand into their embrace. Gently, they wrapped their aching arms around the younger officer. Right Hand grabbed Leader's shirt tightly from behind, tense.

"Its not, and you acting as if you were always here is eating me alive. I… I'm afraid. I don't want you and Whumper in the same city, let alone the same room." Right Hand mumbled, burying their head to Leader's neck and clinging to their shirt. "I can't— we can't lose you again."

"I'm not going anywhere." Leader patted Right Hand's back, pulling away only a little after Right Hand loosened their grip.

"Don't. Ever." Right Hand stepped back fully, schooling their voice back to neutral just because Whumper began to stir.

Right Hand grabbed Leader's wrist to pull them back, but Leader didn’t budge. Instead, they shook Whumper with their shoe, trying to get them coherent faster.

"Rise and shine, darling. I brought you to your hell."

"Don't tell me they fixed you," Whumper whined, sitting up straighter. They looked sore.

Good.

"Bold of you to assume your pathetic attempts made a dent on me,"Leader retorted.

"You break my heart," Whumper pouted. They wiggled in their place a little. "At least your mercy is still here. These binds are too lose."

They were not, Leader reminded themselves. Leader checked it far too often to doubt just because Whumper made a comment.

"When will the vehicle arrive?" Leader asked, ignoring Whumper trying again.

"Almost there," Right Hand said after checking their phone.

"And you'll just let me go, dear? I thought you loved me when I was crushing your bones. A special experience and all. Sentimental people like you would appreciate quality bonding time more."

"Shut it. Adults are talking," Right Hand snarled back before Leader could open their mouth. "Leader, we still have time for it. I can't stand them."

"We gotta be an example. And I want full prize, their corpse cuts the bounty in half," Leader returned, voice neutral. They were surprisingly alright with Right Hand's suggestions, they admitted to themselves reluctantly, but it wouldn't satisfy Leader.

Nothing could calm down the rage Leader had locked deep into their mind.

"Technically, they can fall from the elevator shaft and elevator can fall on them. In best case scenerio, we'll have to call for cleanup."

"See, this is the hospitality you kept gloating about, dear Leader. You can't even pull your weight. You should try my discipline methods."

Leader didn't wince at the remark. Their hand, hidden behind their body, however, clenched into a fist hard enough to hurt. The suggestion made them feel dirty for no reason. Leader wasn't a monster.

Or well, they weren't a monster like Whumper.

Because Leader knew what they could do. Leader still remembered the first time Whumper released their underlings into their cell. They remembered the second, the third. They remembered the bloodshed just by their hands. They remembered the raw rage shutting down their thoughts.

They remembered the corpses

"Its always sad to see people assume fear is a good teacher," Leader mused instead, dismissing the thoughts. The safehouse's door cracked open behind them. There were still two doors between, but Leader could practically feel people closing. They stepped aside, turning their face to the door as if it was a potential treat. Of course they knew it was not but still… survival instincts were hard to get rid of.

Leader let the rest on Right Hand. They offered their opinion only when asked as the authorities dragged Whumper away.

-•-

At that night, for the first time in a long time, Leader went to sleep feeling safe. Until Right Hand basically broke into their room, telling that Whumper escaped.

[tinidor-theodore]

hit me with that "you're in the car with a beautiful boy and he wont tell you he loves you, but he loves you" shit again and i will kill.

"cause you wanted to touch his hands and lips and that means you were dead anyways" okay how about i just sleep on the tracks tonight boys.

"His id in my back pocket. I know i shouldnt have taken it. It was the only picture of him i could find." alr boys enough im out.

[cc-caryl]

Special shout out to Norman Reedus and David Zabel, thanks to them my unhealthy obsession with Caryl that lasted many years is finally gone.

[local-gun-witch]

[sophsicle]

hi soph, hope youre doing well

my question for you is, are you a taylor swift fan?

nope well like, she has some bops, there are t-swift jams that i like, but, by and large, i think she is given more credit than she deserves in like every possible way i also wish i was not force fed information about her dating life could not care less about the football guy

[hitracks]

high as shit on cold medicine thinkin about smplive and lunchclub... can everyone deactivate i need a minute alone . I miss them so much fuck my stupid little gay life ...

[videoreligion]

Cabin Boy (1994)

[rink-aaaaa]

Okay, just hit me, probably means nothing, and I will ramble but... The Homewarming Update being in March unsettled me for a reason.

We missed Mail-in-time-Day. Eddie invented that holiday.

[weenie-kun]

i cant even look at the rest of the asks now that took me the fuck out

[simpingforcys]

I just know there’s somewhere in the world who wants to fuck this guy.

[akeminy]

When I tell you that I cried when I saw this photo, it's because I did

Yes, I'm dying of jealousy, WHO CARES???

[fallenwhumpee]

"An Hour."

• Masterlist •

Warnings: Hospital settings, aftermath of captivity, mentioned death.

Medic, despite what their job would suggest, wasn't a caregiver. They were just a mechanic working on circuits, not who carefully kept the whole mechanism running. They could fix people, but it was that. Someone would have to take over the aftermath.

Much to Medic's relief, Leader was a caregiver. A good one, even.

Too good, they lately noticed. Too good that it was starting to make Medic worried. But just like every other day, Medic knocked the infirmary door in exactly same time, before opening it fully. Youngest was asleep in the hospital bed - Medic had said Leader that it was unnecessary, but Leader  brought one anyway - and at last drops of their IV.

"An hour," Leader muttered. At this point it felt like a ritual. So, without a word, Medic moved and changed Youngest's IV to antibiotics as Leader deserted the room silently. Probably to sleep.

Good, Medic thought. Leader needed it.

Medic made their way to the armchair, only to see Leader's office keys on it. For a moment, they considered giving it back. They respected privacy, but they were also curious. For the last one month and a half, all Leader did was looking for Youngest, caring for Youngest or staying in their office. The first two was understandable, but the third...

Now Medic could learn whatever Leader was doing in their office.

Medic hesitated. They shouldn’t invade Leader’s privacy—Leader had done nothing to earn suspicion, at all. And Leader never broke anyone's boundries, so Medic doing it to them was just wrong. But something had been gnawing at the back of Medic’s mind for weeks now, something beyond the usual worry for Youngest. Leader’s behavior, so single-minded, so intense, felt wrong. So wrong for someone almost obsessed with making the future better. And if there was something in that office that could explain it...

Steeling themselves, Medic turned and walked down the hall to Leader’s office. The key slid into the lock with an ease that almost felt too simple. "Where's Leader?" Medic shouted. Leader's room was wide open and Leader wasn't there.

"Went for a quick walk," Right Hand shouted back.

Medic took a deep breath. "Okay," they muttered. With a simple twist, the door creaked open. Medic slipped inside, shutting it quietly behind them slowly. The room was dim, the only light filtering through the half-drawn blinds, casting long shadows across the walls. At first glance, it looked like any other office—neat, organized, professional. Just like how Leader liked to keep everything. Medic opened the lights.

Notes. Dozens of them, pinned to a board on the wall, scattered across the desk, and even taped to the edges of the bookshelves, almost creating a wallpaper. Most were in Leader’s precise handwriting, detailing locations, names, dates, and other pieces of information that, together, painted a picture out of a detective's office. Medic’s gaze was drawn to a map on the wall, marked with pins and red string connecting various points. They moved closer, recognizing the locations as places where incidents had occurred—break-ins, disappearances, attacks. All related to Youngest.

Their heart pounded as they picked up a file from the desk. It had a picture, the person's face partially obscured, but there was no mistaking who it was. Medic had seen that face around Whumper—one of the underlings of them. The person had been found dead two weeks ago, the cause still under investigation. There were detailed reports about them, autopsies, locations, biographies... informations that Medic doubted Leader had the authority to kno let alone storing.

They set the file down, their hands trembling slightly. Leader had been gathering evidence, but it wasn’t just about finding Youngest. It was about something more.

Another photo on the desk caught their eye. Medic took it, revealing more photos, more notes underneath. Some were crossed out, others highlighted. A list of names—people connected to the kidnapping—each one with a note beside it: confirmed dead, under surveillance, possible lead.

Some of these people were no longer a threat because they were dead. Was it coincidence, or had Leader...?

The sound of footsteps in the hallway snapped Medic out of their thoughts. They hurriedly closed the folder and placed thr picture back on the desk, glancing around to make sure everything was as they’d found it. The door clicked shut just as the office door opened.

Leader stepped inside, looking tired but alert. They froze for a moment, eyes narrowing as they stared in the sight of Medic standing in their office.

“What are you doing here?” Leader’s voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, a warning.

Medic tried to keep their expression neutral, forcing a casual shrug qs if they weren’t digging through the room for the last ten minutes. “You left your keys on the chair. Thought I’d drop them off.”

Leader’s gaze flicked to the keys in Medic’s hand, then back to their face. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then, slowly, Leader crossed the room, taking the keys with a nod.

“Thank you,” they said, their tone polite but distant. “Please wait for my return next time.”

Medic nodded, feeling the tension in the air like a physical weight. They turned to leave, but couldn’t help one last glance at the desk, at the folder now lying innocently on the surface.

Leader didn’t miss the look. “Is there something else?”

“No,” Medic replied quickly, shaking their head. “Just... take care of yourself, okay? You look like you haven’t slept in days.”

Leader’s expression relaxed, a smile so soft and tender taking over. “Don't worry. Byt you should get some rest too.”

How could Medic be suspicious of them when all Leader did was worrying and caring for the team? Shoving the guilt down, they forced a smile and left the office.

-•-

Later that day, Medic was in the break room when the news broke. The television mounted on the wall buzzed with static before the anchor’s voice cut in, somber and urgent.

“We interrupt this program with breaking news. Henchman, a key figure in the recent string of criminal activities linked to the late terrorist Whumper, was found dead earlier this evening. Authorities are investigating, but details remain scarce at this time.”

Medic’s blood ran cold. Henchman—another name on Leader’s list. Dead. Just like the others.

They stood frozen, the room spinning around them. The timeline didn’t add up. Leader couldn’t have done it—they had only left the office for ten minutes, not enough time to cross the city and back. But the coincidences were too many, too pointed.

When Medic next saw Leader, they couldn’t help but study their face, searching for anything. But Leader looked even more drained than the last time, still trying to hold it together desperately. When Medic mentioned the news, Leader’s response was calm, almost indifferent.

“Tragic, but not unexpected,” Leader muttered, shrugging slightly. They weren’t even focused— they looked like they could just collapse and take a twenty four hour nap. “Agency was after them. It was only a matter of time.”

Medic nodded slowly, but the uneasy feeling in their gut only grew. There was something, something that was beyond their understanding. But as Leader walked away, Medic knew one thing for certain— Leader was doing something wrong. It was either their sleeping habits or the team had a huge problem.

-•-

Soo, have another random one. This is standalone, but I wrote this with "A Score to Settle" in my mind. Not quite part two, but I began writing with that intention.