#sorry shiloh is an asshole

[ghostwritcr]

as his teammates gave him a heads up that the figure skater had actually shown up at the party , river began looking for her . there was a smile on his face . . . until there wasn ' t anymore , as he found her . with his twin brother . and he loved him , but also knew how much of a prick he could be --- and judging by the look on kennedy ' s face , that was exactly what shiloh was doing . ' leave her alone , shiloh . ' river ordered as he grabbed the twin by his shoulder , making him back up and give her some space . should ' ve know from the way the other tumbled that he was drunk , but his sloppy unfiltered words confirmed it ' what the fuck , man ? i 'm working the ground for you , since you ' re such a pussy to do it yourself . . . you should be thanking me that she ' d think it was you who could fuck her so good . . . ' river ' s jaw clenched hard , holding back the urge to punch his brother right on the face . ' shut up and get out . you get in trouble again and i ' m kicking you out for good . ' even when storming , his tone is steady as he pushes the other on the door ' s direction . finally able to focus on her , he ' s clearly uneasy and shamed as he clears his throat ' i ' m really , really sorry about my brother . he ' s an asshole . . . ' / @slumpcd

[s4turnzbarzzz]

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last updated: 17/10/2023 (dd/mm/yyyy)

before you start reading, i will update this when needed. if you think i should add something on here let me know so i can add it here!

about me!!

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♡ my names saturn, im genderfluid, im hard of hearing and im autistic. my favorite color is light pink and my favorite genre of music is hardstyle edm! my favorite movie is house of wax (2006) but i love slasher films in general ♡ i love writing so i figured that id bring my writing online to you guys

♡ i speak english but if you request something in another language i can try to figure it out with google translate but no promises that ill get your ask correct since google translate is funky sometimes

♡ im usually really nice but assholes will be blocked so if you come on here requesting something that i will not write or youre just mean to me i will not hesitate to block you

♡ i love pairing people with characters so please feel free to ask

♡ im a writer so feel free to send in a request, however, no promises that ill respond in a timely manner. ill try my best to respond asap but life can get in the way of that

*games/movies/series i will write for*

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○ horror movie characters

○ repo! the genetic opera (main characters, aged up shiloh)

○ resident evil 1-8

○ dead by daylight (killers and survivors)

○ fran bow

○ undertale (main characters)

○ deltarune (main characters)

○ night in the woods (main characters)

○ coraline

○ beetlejuice

○ cod (any)

○ tf2

○ tmnt (main characters)

○ sallyface (main characters)

○ puss in boots the last wish (pibtlw)

*who i will not write smut for*

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● fran bow (fran bow)

● little misfortune (little misfortune)

● susie (dead by daylight)

● charolette and victor (dead by daylight)

● frisk, chara, and kris (undertale/deltarune)

● coraline and wybie (coraline)

● lydia (beetlejuice)

*what i will write*

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◇ headcanons

◇ shitposts

◇ lgbtqia+ reader

◇ underage characters (sfw only)

◇ nsfw (any topics like descriptive gore, not limited to smut)

◇ sfw

◇ fluff

◇ smut

◇ cnc (consenual non-consent)

◇ gore

◇ mental health issues

◇ male reader

◇ female reader

◇ gender neutral reader

◇ trans reader (pls be specific since i get confused abt trans labels easily)

◇ polyamorous reader

◇ platonic

◇ romantic

*what i might write*

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☆ furry reader

☆ oc in place of reader

☆ character x character (can be poly but that might get confusing for me to write)

*what i will not write*

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asking for the following will get you blocked

■ pedophilia

■ incest

■ rape

■ beastiality

■ suicide

■ underage x adult (yes im aware this is pedophilia but im putting it again because its fucking disgusting)

(ex. lydia x beetlejuice unless platonic)

■ piss

■ scat

■ vore

like i said at the beginning, if you think i should add something let me know so i can put it on here!

also if anything could be worded differently to make it easier to understand please let me know

[otomes-and-tears]

assuming ur up for some shiloh analysis,,,, whats ur ideal adult ver for shiloh?

I'M ALWAYS UP FOR SHILOH ANALYSIS!! Okay-- Out of the ones we've seen in Our life's wedding DLC, my favourite is probably Leon, closely followed by Mr. Fields. It's mostly because Leon is the one who feels the most genuine out of all of the versions we've seen of Shiloh. At least for me, it feels like Shiloh testing boundaries and trying to get used to saying things he actually means without the pretence of flattery, even if he comes as an asshole for it! And it's cool for me. He's not a nice or even a good person yet, but it's a step in the right direction. It shows that he's willing to step out of his comfort zone to try to be something different, and eventually, he might change enough to become someone better. While Mr. Fields is arguably the best version of Shiloh, I...... I still can't trust that guy. SORRY, but you can't spend most of your life manipulating, manwhoring and mansplaining and then turn into a decent person that quickly. HE IS SUS and I'm side-eyeing him. But.... Despite all of that, if we're talking about pure aesthetics, Shy solos them all. I'M SORRY, I KNOW he's an asshole vlogger but that bucket hat is SO CUTE and he looks ADORABLE as a blonde!!

[baelpenrose]

Project Praetorian 40: New Arrivals p2 What they're Capable of

This one focuses on Kimmy, and snaps back to the ride over in the blackhawk. Pretty much all the new arrivals have LAYERS.

Beta read by @canyouhearthelight and @writing-with-olive

Oh, TW for more of Jared being himself, which after last chapter should require no more explanation. Also for Imperator being almost unbelievably evil and ableist. Like, Jared is a prick, what Imperator was planning with regards to Kimmy is horrific.

Oh and see if you can count the layers in the title.

Kimmy

The arrival to the new base wasn’t exactly making a shining first impression. First she’d been yanked out of a wheelchair, had her chair shoved into a shitty chopper, and then she’d been forced to fly for hours with a douchebag white supremacist, a girl who was probably cool but who she couldn’t talk to for language barrier reasons, and a dude who would probably be fine but who was busy having anxiety attacks about flying in a helicopter. 

So functionally her discussion choices were either the neo-Nazi dick or silence. She chose silence. That is, Jared made a snide remark to Micah that even the cripple was keeping her cool better than Micah was. 

“You’re really lucky we’re all strapped down so I can’t slap you. Actually, honestly, you’re lucky my legs don’t work because if they did, kicking would still be an option.” 

Jared sneered. “Half a spine and still more than this neurotic little beta will ever have.” He jerked a thumb at the terrified boy next to him.

“I’m proud of you, you’re evolving. You got through a whole two sentences without a racial slur. If you can get through the rest of the ride with no slurs of any kind, maybe your balls will finally drop and a girl will look at you without gagging.” 

“I got your balls and gagging right here.” “Yeah, but that’s why you’re strapped down, and by the time we land, if you stand up and try something, I’m sure I can get someone to get a proper ballgag in you before you’re halfway through it. Honestly, if you ask real nicely, I’ll pantomime the concept to Mia. All that talk about immigrants fucking our country, there has to be some kind of repression there. If I can find an English-Spanish dictionary and you stop being an asshole, maybe I’ll ask her if she’s down to peg you. She doesn’t even know you’re a douchebag, she doesn’t know what you’ve been saying.”

Jared scowled and finally shut up, realizing that he was losing, and Kimmy smirked, offering Micah a slight grin. Jared was right about one aspect, unfortunately, which was that Micah was neurotic in ways that could be difficult or annoying at times - and certainly weren’t helping him survive this shithole.  

*** 

When they finally landed, it didn’t take long before she was offloaded and put in her chair again - almost immediately drawing looks. One curious - followed by an almost immediately dark, almost terrifying look from a wiry boy with short curly hair. A good-looking black guy who introduced himself as Xavier was already squaring off with Jared - and she wanted, badly, to watch that but found herself pulled aside by two people. One was a girl with teak-dark hair and long skirts, and the other was a person whose every aspect screamed some variety of genderqueer - and who didn’t speak. Until Kimmy recognized that the gestures they were doing were a form of speech, at which point she managed to fumble her way through some of the ASL she remembered from the disability support group she’d been put in after her accident.

The deaf person reacted with obvious delight, signing faster than Kimmy could follow, and Kimmy said, “wait, wait, slow down, I’m not totally fluent.”

The other girl nodded. “Right, sorry. I’m Casey, this is Shiloh. You probably have a lot of questions. So. Welcome to Imperator and welcome to the Praetorians. We get experimented on, given superpowers, and forced to fight aliens. None of that is a joke.” Casey said with a grimace. “We managed to win this cookout as a reward for our first major victory.”

Kimmy felt a flutter of nervousness. “I…knew about the experiments. We’re getting changed to be super soldiers? Can…can they fix my spine? If they can’t…” 

Shiloh winced, then signed something. “What happened to it?”

Kimmy looked down. “I was a gymnast, heading towards regional championships when I was around twelve. I was doing the beam routine, but I…it was a dumb mistake. Twisted a bit. Hit my back on the dismount. Total fluke. Had the twisties, didn’t call it. Near-total paralysis below the waist. I’m lucky in that I had good doctors, and I can…still go to the bathroom without a lot of help, like it didn’t take a lot of work to give me that capacity.” 

“Won’t your parents ask where you went? I mean, you were a gymnast in regional championships, you disappearing is gonna…”

Kimmy winced. “Yeah. Uh. Thing is. They had hopes of me being an Olympian at some point. So, when I broke my back, they put in a lot of work to try to restore me, but when it didn’t work, things just kinda…got more distant. I mean, yeah, I got support groups, but I went from being the thing they were excited about to being a thing they had to deal with. Like at first I was all for the tests, since I wanted to get back on the beam as badly as anyone, I hated being bound to a chair and sorta still do, I want to be able to run and jump again, but after a point, I just wanted the constant testing to stop and the disappointed glares when nothing worked to stop. There’s a reason I wanted to make sure I could handle my own catheter. So then about three months ago, they heard about this new, experimental trial for nerve regeneration pioneered by a Dr. Winters at the Aventine Research Institute, and they signed me up…”

She suddenly went quiet as she noticed that Shiloh had gone absolutely still, their gaze very, very far away and breathing very slowly. Casey wasn’t touching Shiloh, very noticeably, but was quietly signaling someone for help.

“What’s…” Kimmy signed, slowly. 

Shiloh signaled and Casey replied. “They say I can tell you. Your parents signed you over to their mother. For the same reason that their parents experimented on them. It’s a little different, at a guess since you started off wanting to be fixed, and being paralyzed actually did take your sport from you whereas they didn’t really mind being deaf, but…that’s why.” 

Kimmy absorbed that. “What kind of hell is this place?” 

Casey was quiet, clearly thinking about something. 

Kimmy felt cold. “Can they fix my legs?” 

Shiloh didn’t move. Casey was quiet. “I’m not sure.”

“Then what do they want me for? And…what’s the process like?” 

Shiloh signed, slow enough for Kimmy to follow. “It’s terrible. It’s frightening, painful, humiliating. Powers are a crapshoot. Combat is better, mainly because you aren’t helpless. I’m sorry your parents sent you here.” 

Kimmy felt her blood run cold. “But can they fix my legs? So I won’t be helpless?” Underneath that, the real question: what are they going to do with me?

Shiloh

Kimmy’s reactions to their answers were the obvious ones, and Shiloh glanced at Casey, and realized neither of them could give the kid the answer she obviously wanted. Couldn’t answer the question she was really asking. Truth be known, Shiloh did know the answer. Had read the medical data out of Koleth’s process because it was really relevant to the body modifications they and their siblings were undergoing and how it impacted their metabolism. Impacted their healing. 

Shiloh looked to Casey to translate. Then began signing, very, very fast. “Short version: theoretically yes, but we don’t know for sure if they can. Yes, it’s possible, but power development seems to be random chance.”

Koleth, in short, had no idea what impacts anything would produce when someone was tested. Merely that all impacts behaved within certain parameters of anomalies, and that there were predictable parameters of mutability in the genome that made someone a Praetorian candidate. Yes, Kimmy’s spine COULD be regenerated by the process - but she could just as easily wind up with a powerset that would be near-totally useless in combat if attached to someone who could not move or could only move from inside a vehicle. Yes, Kimmy could wind up with a powerset that suited her perfectly to being in a support role away from frontline combat and thus made her disability unimportant, like Echo or Shiloh themself, but they could also very easily wind up like Casey or Jonathan or even Vergil, who despite being able to stay back to some degree still needed to be able to maneuver at which point she would be effectively useless to Imperator.

“We aren’t totally sure what we’ll have you do, but Mark? Her boyfriend? The skinny guy with the curly hair? Yeah, he’s the boss in combat, he’ll figure out something. Or you’ll get a power that’s more suited for spying and figuring out the enemy, then you’ll be taking your orders from Echo, the black girl who looks like a model.” Kimmy nodded as Casey translated, even as the other girl glared at Shiloh for calling Mark her boyfriend.

And Shiloh knew Franklin, Stricken, and Gideon too well to delude themself that they’d keep a useless asset, nor even gamble on the possibility of one. Meaning they already had an alternative use in mind if Kimmy developed a powerset that neither reversed her disability nor allowed her to deploy in a way that made it irrelevant.

“That said, if you’re really worried about it, there’s something I can try.” 

And Shiloh knew their own parents, and more chillingly, Koleth, well enough to know exactly what that alternative use would be.  Kimmy would develop the ability perform to the standards of the rest of the Praetorians, or Kimmy would be used as a test subject to determine the outer limits of the mutation process without any of the safeguards Koleth kept to avoid damaging ‘valuable assets’ - like the Praetorians who were definitely useful in combat. 

Casey snapped a look at Shiloh. Then spoke for herself. “You said it was an injury. They straightened it and braced the spinal column surgically, right?”

Kimmy nodded. “Yeah.”

Casey turned to Shiloh. “Are you even remotely sure this is possible?” 

Shiloh signed back rapidly, explaining to Casey what they hadn’t to Kimmy. Then finished, “worst case, I accidentally put her in shock when the nerves start reconnecting and the shock kills her. Which is still better than what happens if Koleth gets to play with her.” 

Casey nodded. “She should know.”

“I wasn’t gonna start without asking. And we should both eat a lot before I try. This is gonna be one of the hardest things I’ve ever attempted.” 

Casey turned back to Kimmy. “Shiloh is our medic. They can regenerate damaged tissue. They might, might, be able to fix your spine, but they say you both need to eat first. And…they said it might put you into shock and kill you if the nerves connect wrong, because it is going to hurt horribly when they first start. Other hand, you’re in real danger if we don’t and the powers you get don’t make you useful in combat - the people working on us are evil. It’s your decision. I, personally, would trust Shiloh more than I trust Koleth.”

Kimmy glanced between them, then took a breath. “Fuck it, I already do. Just because they asked and they’re used to people trying to fix without asking. Wait, question, do powers usually eat a bunch of calories?”

Shiloh paused. Casey answered. “Seems different for all of us.”

“Makes sense. Okay, so…food, then Shiloh tries to make me walk again.” Kimmy tried to wheel herself over, struggled on the shitty paving of Imperator’s walkways, then based on Casey’s reaction, let loose a truly impressive litany of profanity. Her wheel had gotten caught in a pothole that had been there as long as any of them remembered and was invisible in the bad lighting. She relented, signaling that yes, someone could help her. Casey began helping her wheel over to the meal tables and piled her plate high with a bit of everything, whereupon Kimmy began wolfing food down with reckless abandon. 

Casey

Casey flicked a signal at Shiloh. “I’m gonna go talk with Gideon and be right back. About kidnapping someone to be tested to death.”

Shiloh nodded. Then signaled, pausing. “Check with Echo to make sure we don’t need him alive.” 

Casey snorted. “I’m not gonna kill him. This time.” 

Gideon was talking with one of the pilots by the landing strip, and Casey took her time. She grabbed a marshmallow stick from the fire and heated it until it glowed, then jogged over, heating it and keeping it hot with her power. Something to add a little fear to the situation.

Then Gideon saw her and calmly hung up the phone. “Ms. Martin.”

“It can’t happen again.”

“Are you approaching me with a demand from all your team or just yourself?”

Casey didn’t answer - no point in letting this asshole think she had no backing or that Mark wasn’t in control of the team. “I’m not saying anything the others won’t. It can’t happen again. Imperator can’t scoop someone up for the purposes of testing them to death.”

“How do you know that was our intent?”

“You don’t keep people around you can’t use. If Kimmy couldn’t fight - and you have no way of knowing what powers she’ll develop - you’d have found another use for her. That’s the obvious one.” 

Gideon inclined his head. “Since the process could kill any of you, just that Koleth’s safeguards make it less likely when the asset is valuable - why is this so different? You all risk a bad reaction every time you climb in the tubes.”

“Risk is one thing. Guarantee is another. We’ll fight aliens, but our loyalty is to each other first - and we’re not going to watch another Praetorian tortured to death for Koleth to refine something.”

“You just met the newest one. Your bond isn’t that strong already. Even in such a sentimental group.” 

Casey shrugged. “Maybe not. But we’re in it with her, which we aren’t with you.” Then, with a gesture, the air around the glowing marshmallow stick blazed to life and she waved it like a wand, feeling the heat raise her hair in a wave, lighting the night around them with the force of her fury. “It won’t happen again Gideon. If it does, I’ll burn you alive one layer of skin at a time.” 

His normally inexpressive face went pale at that, and Casey hoped she’d made her point. She felt hollow and shaken on the walk back. The display of power had been so…minor, honestly. The threat was only meant to accompany it to scare him, something that she could imagine one of the villains from one of Mark or Xavier’s nerd movies saying - made credible by the fact that, at least on a physical level, she could actually do it.

When she’d actually said it she’d come to the horrible realization that not only could she do it, she actually would if Gideon ever again.abducted a kid for the sole reason to be tested to death.

She forced herself to walk back to the cookout, and saw Shiloh and Kimmy eating, signing slowly back and forth, even as Molly approached them and chatted with Kimmy, Vergil edging in. She heard Kimmy mention something about rhythmic gymnastics to Molly, and Molly smiling back.

Kimmy

The night was going well - existential terror notwithstanding. The new crowd seemed a lot better. Cute, shy, skinny boy who everyone told her was the team sniper but who seemed like a dork. The cute ginger with the rosary who kept stealing glances at a gorgeous girl who Kimmy could only assume by description was Echo. The girl who’d welcomed her in, the black boy who made Jared back down, the super hot giant dude, Shiloh, and the boy who everyone told her was in charge talking with Micah and actually getting the guy to relax. 

Overall things were looking up on arrival here. 

Then, Molly and Xavier took up a position in the middle of the place and began pumping music and Kimmy found herself clapping and laughing. Okay. If this was going to be my life now, experiments or not - especially if I got my legs back - this might actually be a step up from parents looking at me like a disappointment for getting hurt in a competition I’d been too nervous to back out of when I’d gotten a condition that made even the GOAT back down. 

Then, as the music was dying down, Shiloh handed her a rag, and Casey gripped her hand. As Shiloh put their hands on her spine, Kimmy saw Molly looking at her, curiously. 

Then Casey told her to bite down on the rag. Kimmy nervously put it in her mouth, biting down on the cloth and clenching.

Then her world flashed in pain unlike anything she’d ever experienced - it wasn’t like breaking her back. It was like having hot wires replace the nerves, having them all set ablaze. But she could feel fibers moving beneath her skin, like it itched on the inside. Kimmy screamed into the rag, and bit down. Kimmy was certain she had half-crushed Casey’s hand, and Shiloh stood up. She could hear Casey asking where Shiloh was going and Shiloh flashed an answer Kimmy couldn’t understand. 

Casey whispered in her ear. “Fixing this is taking a lot out of them, they’re grabbing coffee and more chow then they’re gonna come back.” Kimmy felt tears trickle down her cheeks, eyes blurry with the pain - it hurt so much. But it hurt. She could feel the pain.

Kimmy don’t know how long she waited, but Casey was with her, gently stroking her hair and whispering assurances. Then Shiloh was back and the pain flared up worse, but Kimmy could suddenly feel her toes again. The pain subsided, sort of. Though it was there and it was horrible, she could feel the lower half of my body again. 

Kimmy spat out the rag and tried to twitch her legs, which were slowly coming to life like a thousand little pinpricks. The girl shoved the rag back into her mouth to scream again. 

Then, as slowly as she could, she stood up, leaning a little on Casey and Shiloh, and smiled, throwing the rag aside, even as her back ached. Casey said something to her, about how nerve pain took time to heal, how Shiloh was warning her it would take time before the pain went away but that she was actually better.

Kimmy saw the redhead - Molly - looking between her and Shiloh, mouth agape. 

She was overwhelmed, in shock. She was walking. 

She turned, slowly, and looked at Shiloh. 

“Thank you,” Kimmy whispered, throat hoarse with pain and joy at the same time. 

Shiloh signed back. “I couldn’t let them use you up and throw you out.” 

“Even still.”

[buried-in-autumn-leaves]

since i now have Lynn's and Jeremy's reaction, how about the rest of the group? :3

The boys !! I feel like before I answer I should say that the ones that are being assholes are not doing it out of bigotry, they are just like that 💀 equal opportunity haters fr

Everett will be unaffected, mostly because he is still in denial about everything with her. "Oh idc ab the strong lady that is exactly my type why the fuck would I care 🙄"

Nate I see as being like almost jealous WHICH SOUNDS WEIRD BUT LET ME EXPLAIN- He already is jealous of the fact that Pran is able to keep her body the way she is without much effort, that's why if you romance her he follows you around. Nate cares so much about everything, and it makes him so mad that Pran doesn't have to. Her being so comfortable in herself when he can't be is upsetting.

Shiloh is.... himself ? I don't know, I don't feel like he's more hostile because of her being trans, I just feel like any time she does anything ever he's like 😒😒😒

Bae is also infantalizing her sorry ladies- HE ALREADY TALKS TO HER LIKE OH LOVE YOU PRANNY 😁😁😁😁 IT IS GETTING WORSE SHE CANNOT ESCAPE HIM. I think in actuality though it doesn't affect how he sees her much.

JB is honestly also unchanged but she is definitely like making it about herself I fear 💀 Straight up like "Soooo you're saying you have so excuse to not take me shopping? Got it, lets go- We're trying on clothes."

[regulusstarz]

Luciane!! I love her! best girl behavior

Interested (if you're willing) in hearing more about the family dynamic pre and post-marigold? any type of bond with shiloh?

(Sorry im on anon i get nervous 😔)

Don't worry, i can understand being nervous!! I deeply appreciate the ask anyways <3

I don't quite know about pre-Marigold because I'd basically just be talking about her childhood. BUT i can tell you: Luciane doesn't have contact nor does she care for her biological mother. She wants nothing to do with her and her mother is on the same side. That's why Luciane has always clinged to her father so much. She craved love that would usually be given by 2 people from a single person, but Lynn was able to manage it, which made her adore him even further.

Ill describe the different steps of post-Marigold. (Kinda sounds like we're talking about an apocalypse, haha)

Early beginning: Luciane was already a little weirded out when Marigold and her father started talking more than Lynn did with any other teacher. She was still pretty okay with it, it's good that her father was finally making some friends!

When they DID started dating, it was around the time where Luciane had begun closing herself off from majority of the people in her life and hanging around her friends more.

Somewhat middle: Luciane absolutely HATED Marigold. It's basically a pretty drastic change very quickly, and she does overreact as a teenager. She thought that Marigold will start taking Lynn's time all to herself, worst of all maybe even trying to be a mother to Luciane. Marigold Ofcourse did try to be nice and get along with Luce, but im pretty sure it's obvious how good that goes.

A year later, The two get married. Luciane's hate mellows out a bit. She's had time to get used to Marigold and she could tell Lynn really loved his wife. But that didn't really stop her from ranting to her father about his own wife (please help him he is under DISTRESS). But yay to the other teachers, because Luciane actually listens to Marigold! Somewhat atleast. So if Lynn is not available, they'll call up Marigold instead. Even though the success of that heavily depends on Luciane's mood that day.

When she's around 17, close to finishing school, she accepts Marigold. She's still a bit akward around her, but does wish to see her as her mother in some way. They still have a LOT to go through, but atleast Lynn doesn't have to pray anymore anytime Luciane comes into his office.

I mostly went into Luciane's feelings, haha. But for some insight on the parents: im sure both of them were upset to some degree over Luciane not accepting her mother. And Lynn was definitely under stress during that time.

I hope that explained some things!!

So, when Shiloh still went to SSB, Luciane was still around 5-6 years old. So they didn't really have a reason to interact with one another.

BUT, they do interact when Shiloh is an adult! Im gonna do 2 versions of him.

- shy : this is the version that gets along the most with Luciane, because they both greatly benefit from eachother. Shy can post about Luciane (mostly just reffered to as "little sister", and barely ever is a picture shown. Even then the face is blurred out), giving him more people that like and follow him. In return, Shiloh can take her out to go shopping and generally buy her stuff, Which obviously Luciane enjoys greatly. Lynn takes Luciane to see him during summer break and occasionally during the holidays, if they're not too busy.

- "normal Shiloh" (acts the same way he did in high school): Luciane feels pretty akward around him. She can't really tell wether or not he should have value to her, and she can tell that majority of what he says is not what he thinks. She mostly just does her best to avoid him.

Luciane can handle the asshole versions of shiloh better than the normal ones, haha.

Though the relationship does change when Luciane isn't a teenager anymore. She gets more busy with her life, so she doesn't have a lot of time for Shy, but they do stay in contact. Multiple years of benefiting each other can make you close, no?

With "normal" shiloh, it most likely stays the same. She's not as akward around him, but still has better things to do than talk with him.

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It was a pretty long talk, but i sincerely enjoy speaking about Her! As i said, I've been working on her lore for MONTHS, so i have quite a bit to say. I really enjoyed it tho, thank you for the ask <3

[way-too-cool-skeliton-dude]

I've been wanting to combine Undertale and Repo! The Genetic Opera together into one big AU, but I'm not sure how certain things will fit together.

What I currently have worked out is that GeneCO is run by monsters to profit off of humans, since monsters don't use organs they sell them to humans infected by the initial disease in the beginning of the movie. Monsters are genetically immune to it due to them not having the necessary organs.

Frisk is Shiloh, so I'm making Toriel take the place of Nathan for now, though I'm fighting the urge to make him Asgore. Currently Asgore is in Rottis position, but it doesn't really fit him (Rotti has children that are alive and Asgore isn't an asshole), so I'm trying to brainstorm ideas for it.

Asgore as Nathan makes sense to me, but it's for the same reason why it makes sense for Toriel 😭 they both have a deep sense of guilt over what happened to their children and how they have continued to live after

Another approach I could take with it is having Sans as Nathan and Papyrus as Shiloh, but that also comes with its issues so AHGHHH. Sans probably wouldn't be able to hide something as big as a job from Papyrus lmao, and I somewhat want this AU to focus on Toriel and Asgore's family dynamic (though that may be hard considering it's about a broken family 😭) Maybe instead of dying Toriel ran away from Asgore? Even then they had a happy family in the movie before Marni died so ehhhhhh

An idea I've been toying with is Sans and Papyrus as grave robbers cuz they're skeletons, plus I don't like the grave robber guy in the movie and how he acts around Shiloh, so having two characters instead of one might work with that.

But with the three siblings I think it may make sense for it to be Sans, Papyrus, and WDG? Either that or Frisk, Asriel, and Chara? I'm not fully sure lol, it all depends on who's Nathan and who's Shiloh I guess

I'm not even sure if it should be a "modern AU" (aka runs through the normal time for a timeline) or if it should be a pre-timeline event

I wrote this at work so sorry if the English is bad, let me know any ideas pleaseeee

[the-blackened-dove]

If I ever have to hear the names Edward Hyde or Rokshana Tepes again, I'm throwing my computer out a window. When I had the misfortune of being in a big server with him Shiloh constantly needed the spotlight his and Boogey's melodramatic characters. That or himself with his woe is me pity partying. He doesn't care about anyone but himself and his own story and if he's interested in your muse it's only so he can further his own. The fact he hasn't apologized doesn't surprise me and I'm glad other people can see him for the selfish asshole he is and I hope nobody else gets hurt by him

All your characters are are NPCs for his stories and the moment they've served their purposes he casts you aside like last week's garbage. I'm so sorry you had to go through that. You're not alone.

[fiskesprett]

all the memes for reina 🙂‍↕️

TERRRASCAPE CO.'S NEW PATCHES / STILL ACCEPTING !

LOADING COMPLETE: PANEL UPGRADES.

i. bittersuite billie eilish ii. can't stop loving you artemas iii. i swear i'll never leave again keshi iv. francesca hozier v. first love / late spring mitski vi. pretty boy the neighbourhood vii. hesitations shiloh dynasty viii. halley's comet billie eilish ix. die for you joji x. by your side flatsound

LOADING COMPLETE: SECURITY REINFORCEMENT.

reina learns, from a young age, the art of shrinking so that others may take up space. she does this for jinhyeok without thinking, cheers him on in his basketball friendlies even when she can barely find it within herself to appreciate the game. somehow and despite how small she subconsciously makes herself, kim jinhyeok always finds her. whether it be in the middle of a sporting crowd or deep in the quiet section of the engineering library, he'll always show up somehow, be it a lingering look or a soft nudge. reina learns, then, that people have a way of finding you no matter how hard you make it for them. they just have to try hard enough. in this way, kim jinhyeok always will find maruyama reina.

in the same way, maruyama reina will always go out of her way to search for kim jinhyeok. the man disappears on his birthday every year, and reina finally finds him sitting alone in a cafe on the morning of his sixteenth birthday. she sinks into the chair beside him, a faint smile on her face as though to say i'm sorry it took me so long to find you. he's not the kim jinhyeok she knows that day, but reina shrinks for him anyway, rests her head on his shoulder and promises to wait by him in silence until he finds himself again.

maruyama reina will never stop looking for kim jinhyeok: this much is a fact. it's a fact long after they've stopped speaking, and reina still reads over the messages he last left her on her panel. it's a fact long after he's stopped looking for her— somehow and seemingly without effort, reina always will find him still, be it walking up the stairs to their campus, hand in hand with a girl she can't recognise, or down the street in the cafe that brews his coffee the way he likes it. and somehow and despite how small she subconsciously makes herself, kim jinhyeok will always catch her stare.

LOADING COMPLETE: IMPROVED CONNECTIONS.

✉️ : last text

[ txt → kim jinhyeok ] hey, i left my scarf at your place. [ txt → kim jinhyeok ] actually never mind, you can keep it.

💌 heartfelt text

[ txt → jinhyeok ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ] happy birthday, jin-chan! you make everyday feel like it's my birthday so i hope that i at least get to make you feel like it's yours today (ᵔ.ᵔ) i know i don't say it enough but there's no one i appreciate more than you! you always know how to cheer me up and i hope i can do the same for you! nothing makes me happier than seeing you smile (ᵔ.ᵔ) call me when you get up?

📨 accidental text

[ txt → jinhyeok ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ] you're such an asshole, jinhyeok

📩 drunk text

[ txt → jinhyeok ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ] i'm sorry i ruined your relationship [ txt → jinhyeok ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ] i just don't want to lose you

[granolapranala]

Rising from the dead to make a post that no one but me will care about: assigning the droplets boys metalocalypse characters.

(The numbers didn't add up since there are 7 jerks and 5 dethklok guys so I left out JB and then I couldn't find someone that Nate fit. He'd be Charles if Lynn was out of the picture for sure tho)

Pran- Nathan

I swear I am not only going on designs, but that's definitely part of it (pretty big men ♡). Both are strong silent types with a lot of hate. Their general demeanor and outlook is similar. Plus, both canonically didn't speak (at least for a while) as kids (and the one scene of child Nathan reminds me of all the descriptions of child Pran). Both are some of the least academic/booksmart of the cast, also. Not everything fits (Nathan has a leadership role, passion, and a good relationship with his family, all unlike Pran), but they have enough strong basic similarities that I had to compare them.

Shiloh- Toki

Both are completely all over the map characters: are they sweethearts? Are they true genuine assholes? Are they somewhere in between? What is wrong with them? Are they okay? Both are very cute and childlike in presentation with a lot of unsavory traits underneath. Plus, both of of tend to be followers, going along with other people's random plans. Toki has more of a set characterization than Shiloh (who's kind of an enigma), but if anyone in the droplets cast fits Toki, it's Shiloh.

Everett- Pickles

I also debated Nate as Pickles but Everett works a lot better. Both are tiny guys filled with rage. Just anger and bitchiness in a tiny body. Pickles has had the most physical fights out of any character in his show, and the blood droplets kill levels confirm that Everett is the most violent of the jerks. Also, if Everett wasn't on constant watch by Nate, I think he'd absolutely be a party boy and drink a lot. The main difference in character is that Pickles has family issues galore and Everett is a momma's boy. Plus, Pickles is rarely an instigator and tends to just react to things, while Everett starts problems seemingly for fun. The comparisons are getting looser.

Bae- Skwisgaar

(I think JB also would've made a good Skwisgaar but I left her out of this) It's all about the confidence and self obsession. Both think that they are so fucking cool and want to lounge around and relax. They also both seem weak as hell (Bae is, and Skwisgaar seems to be, if his build and demeanor is anything to go on). Both have the utmost confidence in their own abilities and like to piss off their rival (either Nate or Toki) with that. The main difference between them is that Skwisgaar seemingly does a lot of work to be the best, he's constantly practicing guitar and he writes/works on the albums, whereas Bae kind of does jack shit and still thinks he's all that. Also, Bae's sex-adverse asexuality versus Skwisgaar's eternal ho phase lol

Jeremy- Murderface

I'M SORRY. This one is weird. I guess the main thing tying these two characters together is low self esteem. Most of dethklok and most of the xod cast don't really hate themselves- these two do. They also both have body issues, tied into that self hatred, that come up somewhat regularly. Both make everyone around them miserable, partially on purpose and partially because they are just Like That. The way they do it is different (Jeremy is a downer and Murderface just pisses people off), but it's the same general effect. There are a lot of differences, mainly that Jeremy is a germophobe and Murderface is nasty, but I had to assign someone Murderface and I wasn't losing the Pran-Nathan comparison so whatever ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Lynn- Charles

Just in role more than anything. Guy in charge of a group of assholes, who really does care about those assholes and puts up with all the insults and difficulty they throw at him. (Also hot. They are hot.)

Petition to put dethklok into an xobd-style dark comedy yandere dating sim/cyoa and to put the jerk squad in an adult swim cartoon with several legitimate music albums please and thank you

[idv-thespians]

*slides in* did someone want voice headcanons/ih

Liam always gave off Eeyore vibes when I first kind of met him but now all I can imagine is the stupid Ghost Host whenever I see him talk. If he ever says “Welcome, foolish mortals” for any reason I might just lose my mind/lh

Shiloh kinda just. I mean this in the most loving way Fifi but I get Byakuya vibes and only Byakuya vibes. Oh and Helbram JP I just the bastard energy is so good

Hugo is another Winnie the Pooh case. I’m sorry he just is akdksksk also shoutout to Escanor but even more softer sounding because yes

Quinn sounds like one of my irl friends but in an insulting way/lh but also Cloud Strife because I think the dead but serious but also soft side fits him so well…

Elaine gets the Kaede Akamatsu treatment (lovingly)

THE FUNNY THING IS I’ve always imagined Elaine with a very low voice for a woman. Like a super motherly voice but i get where Kaede comes from HAHAHHA our pretty queen deserves a pretty voice

Liam’s is about spot on but like. His voice is a lot smoother, like very little grit (unlike Quinn) in his voice, esp since he’s canonically good at singing. Maaaybe a bit higher than Ghost Host but he could probably pull off the impression if he wants to… but not gonna lie Liam with a low voice would be so unbelievably sexy

QUINN… the funny thing is two voices fight in my head one is smth like what you mean the other is lower but i think it’s just. His irritated voice vs his normal voice ( smoking bad for throat. Voice sounds a bit rough too ) his voice is less dead but soft but more of. tired of life in an irritated way and soft lmao

HUGOOOOO??? I’ve always imagined him with a much higher voice but holy shit low voice Hugo might actually be super cool too… I can’t go back anymore what have you done /lh

I totally get Shiloh. The man is walking bastard. I can feel the bastardness and i feel the assholeness HAHHAAHA, it fits and i like how. Its kinda within the vocal range i had in mind for him ( kinda high for a guy, but he can go lower if he wanted to )

[dahliawolfe]

Conflicted

Rancher's Daughter pt. 3

Emmett smiles at Shiloh before speaking again, “Can I buy you a drink?”

“Oh, umm…”

“Shiloh, go ahead, Rick and I have a few things to discuss,” John orders, dismissing her. Shiloh frowns at her father, not pleased that he is dismissing her off with a stranger.

“Sure, thank you, Emmett,” she speaks cordially. Emmett offers his arm, and Shiloh slides her arm through it and allows him to lead her to the bar.

“What’ll it be, Shiloh?” His husky voice is deep and quiet, and pitched for only her to hear.

“Rum and coke, please.”

“One rum and coke and a whiskey, straight,” Emmett tells the bartender, passing over a black credit card.

After receiving their drinks, Emmett leads Shiloh over to a high top table. Shiloh glances around for her father, and finds him chatting with some older men across the room.

“So, tell me a little about yourself, Shiloh.”

“Not much to tell, I guess, I just work on our ranch,” Shiloh replies shrugging and taking a sip of her drink.

“Now, that’s not true. You’re also a hell of a barrel racer.”

“Oh, well, umm…thank you,” she feels herself blush slightly. Emmett smirks and brushes her cheek with his thumb.

“Yes, they really couldn’t have chosen a better little fiancé for me,” he speaks, bringing his own drink to his lips.

Shiloh, who was in the midst of taking another drink of hers, chokes. “Wh-what?”

Emmett pats her back gently. “Your father didn’t tell you?” At her blank look, he sighs and continues. “Our fathers have worked out a deal that will be beneficial to everyone. Don’t worry, I’ll treat you like a princess.”

“I’m sorry, but you’re insane. My father wouldn’t do this. And even if he did, he would have to know I wouldn’t agree to it.”

Emmett catches her chin with his thumb. “Then you will lose the ranch,” he says simply. Shiloh gulps.

“You’re lying.”

“Princess, one thing I promise you now, I will never lie to you.” Shiloh looks over at her father, who is giving her a hard stare. “Listen, you can talk to your daddy later. For now, we need to make our rounds. The more public this is, the better.” And lord help her, Shiloh can’t find the courage to ask why that is.

…

That son of a bitch father of hers left her at the venue, forcing her to catch a ride with Emmett. He pulls his black Audi up in front of the house and parks, before coming around to open her door.

“Thank you for bringing me home,” she grits out, eager to go inside and tear her father a new asshole.

“No problem, Princess. I’ll see you soon. Your daddy gave me your number, so I’ll call you tomorrow, ok?”

“Sure.” She opens the door, closing it as he leans towards her, and she swears she hears him laugh as she locks it. Taking a deep breath, she kicks off her shoes, gathers every bit of oxygen in her body, and yells, “PAPA!”

She hears a mumble of “Shit.” from the other room, and she stomps in that direction. John, Beth, and Jamie are all in the kitchen having a glass of scotch.

“Would you like to explain to me what the hell is going on?!” she demands. John gives her a stern look, and it almost tamps down her tirade, but not quite.

“Well, I guess he told you then,” John sighs, leaning against the counter.

“I won’t do it.” Shiloh folds her arms over her chest defiantly.

“Yes, you will,” Beth says. Eyes blazing, Shiloh whips around to face her sister.

“You marry the motherfucker then! I’m sure one Dutton pussy is as good as any!” Beth smirks at her.

“Oh, no. They asked for you, especially.”

“What the fuck is happening around here?!”

“Shiloh,” John grabs her shoulders. “The ranch is in trouble. Big trouble. And the only way to keep it in Dutton hands is to take their help. This was the nuclear option, but I’ve ran through all the others.”

“But, the cattle…and…”

“The last few years herds have been bad, you know that. Shiloh, I’m just trying to keep our home, Honey.”

“UGGGGGH!” she growls, stomping out of the kitchen, out the backdoor, and across the backyard. Her bare feet take her to the one place that she feels like she can be heard.

The footfalls on his porch alert him to her presence, and Rip opens the door. “Shi…”

“Rip, I won’t do it!”

“You won’t do what, Darlin’? What’s goin on?”

“Rip, they want me to marry that…that…ugggh!”

“Shiloh, Baby, I need you to slow down. Come in.” He takes her hand and leads her inside, she plops down on a leather chair in his living area. “Now, what is happening?”

Shiloh takes a deep breath and steadies herself. “My father has sold me like a damn prize pig at the county fair.” Rip’s face hardens. “If I don’t marry this Emmett guy, we lose the ranch.”

“And John told you this?”

“No, he didn’t have the balls to tell me. Emmett did. But Papa confirmed it.” Rip sat across from her.

“We’ll find another way, Shi.”

“There isn’t one, Rip. I have to marry him. And that really, really sucks, because the only man I’ve ever even thought about marrying was you.” The silence is deafening, and Shiloh buries her face in her hands. “And now it’s wei…”

Rip pulls her to her feet, arm around her back, one hand cupping her face. His lips are fierce on hers. And oh. Oh. Holy shit. Rip Wheeler is kissing her. Kissing the hell out of her. Moaning, she wraps her arms around him, tangling her fingers in his hair. She tugs lightly, making him growl. He gropes behind her, finding the zipper of her dress without ever leaving her lips. He lifts her, dress open but still on, and walks to his bedroom, when he sets her on her feet, he finally pulls away from her lips. He slides the dress off, exposing her braless breasts, which he is immediately enamored with. Cuz he knew they’d be perfect. But then he freezes. There, under her right breast, pink raised lines, he’s all too familiar with. The Yellowstone brand sits on her beautiful body like a dark omen. He looks up at her, only to notice she had gone shy.

“Who?”

“Papa.” Rip clenches his jaw. He’s never hated John until his moment.

“Why?”

“I helped Kasey and Monica sneak off and get married. I wasn’t loyal to the family.” Rip breathes in through his nose, centering himself, and lifts her by her thighs, laying her gently on his bed, intent on showing her exactly how beautiful all of her is to him.

[primroseprime2019]

Bloodlines- Ch.1

Shiloh and I walked through a busy part of the city. I was awed at how many people there were and lucky for someone like me, I wasn't claustrophobic. My happiness surprisingly made that clear.

Shiloh let out an annoyed yet bored groan, "I don't get why we are spending the day in the City's biggest tourist trap." His crow familiar, Smokey, was on his shoulder and he flapped his wings with a caw.

"I think it's nice," I said, "we both know Mom likes this part of the city."

Shiloh only huffed as he looked around. Everyone was preoccupied, buying and selling merchandise from stands. "Tch," he scoffed, "what are we, witches? Why would Vampires need blood magic anyway?"

I sent my brother a look of disapproval, "stop that. You sound a lot like Uncle Wayne whenever he talked like that."

"Yeesh, don't even joke about that Paige," Shiloh smirked teasingly, waving his hand dismissively, "any luck with finding a boyfriend or girlfriend for the Blood Moon Festival tonight?" My eyes widened as my cheeks turned red and I looked away flustered.

Shiloh cracked up, holding his sides, "oh my Lord! You really have!"

"Sh-shut up," I stammered as I started to walk ahead, "Natalia suggested that I do before the ball. And you know the Blood Moon Ball is-Oof!" I yelped as I bumped into something. Or rather... someone. I moved back and looked up to see a pair of dark red eyes glaring down at me and I instantly knew who it was: Ezekiel Porter. 

He was almost the same age as Jamisen and the two came from both religious families. Only Jamisen's family was more brighter and caring while Ezekiel’s family hid in the dark and cared for the poor and hissed at the rich.

It wasn't the fact that my cousin, Brandon McHenry and Ezekiel Porter hated each other, it was the fact that Brandon was stronger than him and they got into a fight when they were thirteen. And that was a long time ago. Ezekiel stepped back and he frowned, "...sorry."

With that, he walked past me and Shiloh. "Well that wad unexpected," Shiloh chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest, "thought the asshole would say something smart."

I frowned at my brother and elbowed him in the side, "leave him alone. He's been through a lot." 

Harry only scoffed but he didn't say anything else. I knew Shiloh hated Ezekiel’s guts more than anything. Ezekiel, among the most candidates, had been selected as a fighter in the Bloodbane Arena.

My friends Sierra, Draven and Luna were so eager to join but their parents were immediately against it, much to their utter disappointment. Charlotte, as much as she wanted to be a part of it, stayed quiet and often snuck out to see the fights herself.

The Bloodbane Arena was a few miles away and even if I wanted to see it for myself, I'd never be able to get in. At least... not by myself anyway.

Shiloh and I walked into the house. I sniffed the air and smiled at the smell of cupcakes in the air. "Hey, darlings," Mom said from the couch. My cat familiar, Primrose, leapt from her perch and pranced over to me. She was a black cat, one of my favorite breeds. I knelt down as she came up to me and I reached to scratch her on the chin.

"Hi Mom," Shiloh said. I smiled, "hey." I looked at Mom and smiled. Mom was in the High Council in the city.

"Have fun out in the city?" Mom asked. "Yeah," Shiloh said, "we bumped into Ezekiel Porter."

"Please tell me you didn't start a fight," Mom said, her eyebrows furrowing. "He didn't," Natalia spoke up as she and Demetrius walked into the living room.

Shiloh glared at her, "why do you say it like that?" "No reason," she said with a shrug. Shiloh huffed as Harry, Charlotte, Marley, Shiloh, Kaitlin, Thomas, Ivan and Joanna walked into the room.

"Well if it isn't Katniss Everdeen," Shiloh said to Charlotte who glared at him. 

"You know I hate when you call me that," she said. "I know," Shiloh snickered.

"You guys ready for the Blood Moon Festival?" Mom asked as Shiloh blocked a punch from Charlotte.

"Hell yeah," Natalia grinned, "Uriah Magnus is taking me."

"Felicity James is coming with me," Gregory said, waving his hand slightly.

"I'm taking Baron Moon." Shiloh smirked, "the boy of the century." Charlotte rolled her eyes and shook her head, "yeah and you two are quick to have sex than talk." Natalia, Joanna and Demetrius cracked up at her words as Shiloh’s face turned red.

"Girl, shut the Hell up!" He snapped, completely flustered as Marley and Shiloh and Thomas laughed alongside Natalia and Demetrius.

Gregory rolled his eyes and shook his head. I chuckled softly as Dad walked over to us.

"Hi Dad," Shiloh waved at him. "Hello Shiloh," Dad chuckled, ruffling his head.

He looked to Gregory and I, "you two getting anxious for tonight?"

"Dad, we've been to these events since we were kids," Griffin said matter-of-factly as he gave him a skeptical look, "I'm pretty sure we can handle this."

"Besides, the only one who's anxious to go is Paige," Joanna said, pointing at me and I glared at her as her Siberian Cat familiar, Frostbite, snickered. Echo hissed at him, her fur bristling and fluffing up, her eyes fashing.

Charlotte quickly ran her hand over her back to calm her down. Echo, Charlotte’s Egyptian Mau, was never fond of Joanna, and Dad, Charlotte, Gregory and I never knew why.

"Let her be, Jo," Dad chuckled, "it's okay to be nervous. Just be yourself and have fun."

I smiled as I listened to the friendly banter between my my father, brothers and sisters despite the sadness slowly rising in my chest. I leaned against the wall, holding Primrose close. Mom looked over at me and patted the spot next to her on the couch. She knew what I was thinking.

Smiling slightly, I walked over to her and sat down beside her. She wrapped her arm around me and I squeaked. I smirked, "thought I was too old for this stuff."

"Hush," she huffed with a smile. I smiled.

Night arrived and we could hear the sound of cheering outside. "To the roof!" Natalia said triumphantly and the ten of us ran upstairs. Mom chuckled softly and she got up and kissed Dad who immediately returned the kiss.

My siblings and I ran outside onto the roof and grinned and gasped with excitement. Red fireworks went off. I smiled as I watched them.

For some reason, I was fond of the colors black, red and blue. I found them to be very significant and beautiful colors. Deadly. Like me. Like all Vampires.

I reached out and smiled as the fireworks continued to go off. Kaitlin and Ivan smiled at each other.

Tonight was alright. And I prayed that it would stay that way.

[prowl-autism-extraordinaire]

haha i dont visit my grandparents enough and “at least im growing my hair out” and if i get any piercings my grandpa is gonna beat my ass and this that and the other. nothing like a ten minute conversation to take an unpleasant day and kick it up to “fuckin horrible”

[hopip99]

A/N: Here's my first Daniel from That Awkward Moment fic. I have not done really any editing for this fic, just the same as my other ones.

Masterlist

Summary: Y/N is Daniel's best friend and wing woman. She tries to distance herself when she realizes she can't stand seeing him with other women but returns to being his wing woman for a night and it breaks her.

WC: 3099

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, implications of hookups, swearing, angst, stupid decisions made under the influence, lying

Like Clockwork

It goes like clockwork, the nightly trek to Le Baron NYC. Y/N can’t believe she’s allowed Daniel to talk her into joining him, Jason, and Mikey joining them at the nightclub again just to play wing woman. It never bothered her until recently, but she couldn’t pinpoint exactly when she’d begun to resent being Daniel’s wingwoman. When had she started to hate helping him hook up with women at bars? When had she stopped trying to convince herself that the resentment would pass? At this moment, though, she pushes the resentment and the dull ache in her heart to the recesses of her mind. Plastering on her typical charming smile, she stepped into the red-lighted nightclub as she had done so many times before and made her way to the end of the bar where the three men she was meeting were sat.

“So, which of you assholes is buying me a drink?” she jokes as she slides easily onto the barstool beside Daniel and raises her hand to catch the attention of the bartender. She flashes an almost flirty smile at the bartender before requesting a Long Island Iced Tea, knowing she’ll need the high liquor content to ease her frayed nerves if she wants to make it through the night without snapping. She doesn’t miss the chuckles that escape the three men at her quip, but she does miss the confused look on Daniel’s face at her unusual order. He doesn’t say anything, though. He simply assumes she’s just had a bad day and needs to take the edge off. She takes a long drink from her freshly made cocktail the second she receives it and lets out a satisfied sigh.

“Hey, Y/N, you’re up!” Jason said after several minutes of waiting for someone to walk by. She catches sight of the approaching redhead and contains a grimace and a groan as she stands to ‘accidentally’ bump into the woman. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” she starts quickly, giving the woman a quick once-over to find something to compliment to hook her attention. “I love your dress! I looked at something similar last week, but I don’t think it would’ve looked nearly as good on me as it looks on you,” she compliments with a friendly smile.

“Thank you! I’m sure it would’ve looked lovely on you, too,” the redhead replies with a friendly smile, her gaze sliding briefly from Y/N to Daniel. Y/N feels her heart squeeze uncomfortably in her chest as Daniel drags his eyes down the woman’s body, but she doesn’t let it show on her face. Instead, she remains ever dutiful in her role as Daniel’s wingwoman.

“This is my friend Daniel,” she says, siping her drink. “He’s a bit of a handful, but that’s really part of his charm.” Her heart nearly stopped in her chest when the woman smiled at Daniel. Her backhanded compliment hadn’t turned the woman off of her best friend.

“I’m Shiloh,” she says, her attention now entirely directed at Daniel rather than Y/N.”

“I know you are,” Daniel says, a charming smirk taking up residence as he stands from his seat and walks with Shiloh to the dance floor. Y/N takes a seat on the barstool she had been sitting on moments ago and forces herself to take slow drinks from the glass in front of her, but she takes much longer drinks than she intends to every time she catches sight of Daniel. The second she finishes her drink, she pays the bartender and gives Jason and Mikey some half-assed excuse as to why she needs to leave. She doesn’t bother remembering precisely what she says before hurrying out of the club before Daniel can notice her sudden absence. Thanks to the alcohol coursing through her veins that night, she is able to fall into a dreamless sleep the second her head hits the pillow.

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She wakes the following morning with several missed calls and text messages from a very worried Daniel.

Danny 11:47 PM

Where’d you go?

Danny 12:03 AM

Y/N/N, this isn’t funny. You never leave early. Where are you?

Danny 12:31 AM

Y/N. I’m worried about you. Why aren’t you responding?

Danny 1:00 AM

The least you could do is let me know that you made it home safe.

Danny 1:09 AM

If I don’t get a text back in the next 10 minutes, I’m going to start calling.

Ten missed calls

Danny 2:00 AM

Please answer your phone. It’s not like you to disappear without a word.

Five missed calls

Danny 2:33

Just text me as soon as you get this. I just need to know you didn’t get murdered in some creepy New York alley.

A sigh forces its way through her lips as she reads through the notifications. Her heart twinges with guilt when she realizes that Daniel worried about her the whole night, but she’s sure it didn’t deter him from hooking up with the redhead she’d set him up with. After all, the first message came through nearly two hours after she left.

Y/N/N 9:52 AM

Hey. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was leaving. Drink was a lot stronger than I thought it would be and I wanted to go home and sleep. :( 

Y/N/N 9:53 AM

I did make it back to my apartment safe and sound though.

Danny 9:54 AM

It’s about time you texted me back. Glad you’re safe. Just text me next time you bail without saying goodbye,

Just as Y/N is about to respond to the text message, her phone vibrates as Daniel’s contact flashes across her screen. With a sharp inhale, she answers the call and presses her phone against her ear. “Hey, I’ll make sure I text you next time I decide to leave without tracking you down,” she says, her voice still thick with sleep.

“Yeah, I know. You’re coming out with us tonight, though, right? It’s my turn to be your wingman,” he asks eagerly.

“Not tonight, Danny. I’m not feeling too hot this morning. Probably just caught a cold walking home last night,” she replies quickly, thankful that her voice was tinged with sleep enough that it is believable that she’s sick.

“Oh, okay. I’ll bring you some soup or something then. I need my best friend back to a hundred percent so I can score someone for her,” he states, his tone clearly laced with concern and a hint of teasing.

“No,” she responds a little too quickly. I mean, my upstairs neighbor dropped off a care package earlier, and I don’t want to get you sick. Seriously, I’ll be alright. Go out with the guys and have fun,” she encourages, already crafting a list of excuses to use until she can kick the insufferable crush she’s developed on her best friend. 

“Okay, just… Just text me if you need anything. I mean it,” he says sternly.

“Yeah, I know you do. I promise I’ll let you know if I need anything. Talk to you later, Daniel,” she says, hanging up the phone without waiting for his response. Daniel's expression on the other end of the phone is an odd combination of concern and bewilderment that Jason calls him out on. Daniel explains that Y/N is sick, but she’s also acting strange. It becomes routine nearly every day for the next week. He texts her and asks her to come out. She says no, to go out and have fun without her, and gives her excuses. 

Her extensive list of excuses included: I’m still sick, I promised Mrs. Jennings that I’d watch her dog for the night, I’m babysitting for Mr. Davis tonight, I have plans with Lydia, my mom is throwing a surprise party for my dad, I have food poisoning, I didn’t sleep at all last night, and so on. Daniel knows it’s strange for Y/N to make up excuses not to go out, but he has no way of proving that she’s been blowing smoke up his ass. At least, he has no way to prove it until he sees her out at a cafe as soon as the beginning of the second week of her making excuses rolls around. The morning of the day he sees her in the cafe, she tells him that she can’t go out with them that night because she’s sick to her stomach. He feels anger bubble under his skin when he sees her, and he makes his way into the cafe, ordering coffee before taking a seat in the empty chair across from Y/N.

“Well, you’re looking good for someone that spent the morning throwing up,” he snarks, taking a sip as Y/N pales slightly and looks over at him with guilt written over her face. “You’ve been ignoring my texts and calls other than to give me some bullshit excuse as to why you can’t come out, but here you are when you’re supposedly sick.”

“I’m sorry, Daniel. I… I’m sorry I lied. I just wasn’t in the mood to go to the club for a while, so I made up a bunch of excuses,” she rushes out, not entirely lying to Daniel. She did want to avoid going to the club, but it’s because she can’t stand sending Daniel home with a new girl every time she’s there. Despite her better judgment, at the expense of her sanity, she says, “I’ll go with you guys tonight. See you there at 10.”

Daniel observes her momentarily, the anger in his veins slowly subsiding as he nods and begins to grin. “Alright. We’ll see you at 10. In the future, though, if you want a break from the club, just tell me,” he says sternly, and she nods as he gets up to leave. That’s how she finds herself back in that damn club, feeling her heart constrict as she watches Daniel enter with Jason and Mikey, the latter two men telling her that it was good to have her back as Daniel took up residence on the barstool next to her. She orders another Long Island Iced Tea, earning a concerned look from the bartender who had just watched her practically chug one minutes before her friends joined her.

“Y/N, you’re up,” Jason says quickly as a brunette walks by. Y/N forces herself out of the stool after a sip of her drink and knocks into the woman.

“I’m so sorry!” she says quickly, hating how easily she falls into her regular routine. It’s natural for her. It’s been her normal for years. But now that normal feels wrong. It’s a normal that feels wrong but plays out just like clockwork. A quick compliment on the woman’s shoes this time, a joke about Daniel being a giant nerd, and the brunette is introducing herself as Mia. Daniel replies with his typical “I know you are” before Mia drags him to the dancefloor, and Y/N feels her heart shatter under her ribcage. She turns quickly to the bar and downs the rest of her Long Island Iced Tea in a way that disturbs even Jason. Reluctantly, the bartender brings her a third as she assures him that she will not be driving and hands him the cash for the three drinks.

“Woah. Y/N/N, you need to slow the fuck down. That’s the kind of drink that isn’t meant to be chugged,” Jason says, debating whether he should pull Daniel away from the woman he’d just walked off with. Y/N ignores Jason for the most part, taking about twice as long to finish her third drink as she had to finish the second. The moment the third drink is gone, she’s standing up and clearly unsteady on her feet. Jason and Mikey try to stop her from leaving the bar, but the crowd is thick enough that they lose sight of her until they see the door open, and her silhouette stumbles into the cold Manhattan night. Both Jason and Mikey are trying to fight their way through the crowd to get to the door to stop her from wandering the streets alone and drunk off her ass so late at night. The commotion of his friends forcing their way through the crowd draws Daniel’s attention, and he breaks away from Mia to join his friends.

“What the hell is going on?” he shouts over the music, trying to keep up with them as they push through the crowd. “Why isn’t Y/N with you?”

“She chugged two Long Islands in less than 20 minutes, and the bartender said she’d had one before we got here. The second the last one was gone, she left, and she was already stumbling,” Jason explains quickly as they finally manage to get to the other side of the crowd. “She got through the crowd and made it outside 10 minutes ago now. Fuck, I didn’t think it’d take that long to get through the crowd,” he swears, pushing open the door. Daniel feels his blood run cold at Jason’s words, and he starts looking around for where she could’ve gone the second he feels the frigid night air.

“Y/N!” he yells, panic evident in his voice at the prospect of his best friend wandering the streets of Manhattan alone and drunk late at night. “Shit, where the fuck did she go?” he asks, calling out her name several times over as though she’d suddenly appear safe in his arms. “I-I’m going to start walking towards her apartment. You guys start looking around too,” he commands, thankful that Jason and Mikey don’t argue and simply split up to look for her. He doesn’t see her anywhere on his way to her apartment, and there are no signs of life inside her apartment when he arrives. He even uses the key she’s given him, the key he never uses, to go inside and look around. When he sees that she hasn’t made it home, the panic in his chest doubles, and he goes to backtrack a little when he sees Jason coming down the street with Y/N cradled against his chest. “Thank fuck. Where was she?”

Jason takes a deep breath as Y/N slurs her words, an answer that Daniel supposed was supposed to mean she was taking a walk. “She was damn near ten blocks in the other direction. When I finally caught up, she just collapsed against me and started mumbling nonsense,” he explains as he settles Y/N into Daniel’s arms. “She’s going to have a serious fucking hangover in the morning. Sorry to ruin your shot with Mia, but you should stay with her.” 

“Doesn’t matter that I missed out with Mia. It’s more important that Y/N is safe. What the fuck was she thinking, running off like that?” Daniel asks and holds her tighter as her eyes begin to droop.

“I don’t know, man, but you need to talk to her about it tomorrow. Let us know if she’s okay in the morning,” Jason says and waits for Daniel to get inside with Y/N before he leaves. Daniel carefully removes Y/N’s jacket and shoes before tucking her into bed. He sets a glass of water and a couple of Tylenol on her nightstand before ensuring that her front door is locked and all the lights are out. He settles himself on her sofa for a restless night of sleep.

He’s quickly jolted out of sleep the following day by her telltale groan in the next room, and he makes his way to her, taking a seat beside her on her bed. “That was a really fucking stupid thing you did last night. Drinking three Long Islands in 30 minutes is seven fucking shots in 30 minutes. Probably closer to 10 because you always ask them to go heavy-handed on your drinks. You scared the shit out of me!” he scolds quietly, not wanting to irritate the headache that she’s sure to have.

“Wasn’t thinking. Just hurt too much in there… couldn’t breathe and needed air,” she mumbles, quickly downing the Tylenol and water before offering a weak apology for scaring the boys the night before.

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it this time, Y/N. Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours because one of these days, you’re going to wander out of that club, and I’m gonna find your dead body,” he snaps, taking a breath to try and calm himself down. “What the hell is going on that you needed to drink that much that fast and then leave?”

“Danny… I’m in love with you,” she mumbles quietly, not meeting his gaze. “I’m so in love with you it hurts. That’s why I disappeared for two weeks. That’s why I drank so much. I’m in love with you and had to set you up with a different girl every other night. Every other night, just like fucking clockwork. I couldn’t do it anymore, but last night, I thought that I could. I thought I’d distanced myself, and setting you up with someone else wouldn't hurt. I was so, so fucking wrong. It broke me. I can’t be your wingwoman anymore, Danny. I can’t do it,” she spouts, her voice cracking as tears flood her cheeks, and Daniel stares in stunned silence for a moment.

“You're such a fucking idiot,” he breathes fondly, pulling her into a tight hug after wiping some of the tears off her face. “I spend all the time I’m not with Jason and Mikey with you, I go to damn near all of your family functions, and you’re the only one that gets away with calling me fucking Danny when I normally hate that nickname,” he says and pulls back, cradling her face in his hands. When he realizes she does not understand what he’s saying, he pulls her into a searing kiss, and she melts against him quickly. “I love you too, dumbass,” he mumbles against her lips. “But I was content to keep going how we were until you finally loved me back.”

“Less talking, more kissing,” Y/N murmurs. It’s helping with the headache,” she mutters. Even though they both know it’s a lie, neither makes a move to break from the heated kiss. For once, their interaction doesn’t move like clockwork, and it’s more perfect than anything either of them could’ve asked for.

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Hungry For Help (Ch3)

Fanmade Case (sorry, this is kinda short)

Characters: David Jeremiah Jones, June Shiloh, Kailin Stanford, GPD, cc suspects

Relationships: June/Jones (one sided | platonic)

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of starvation, someone got drunk in the previous chapter, gun violence, toxic relationships mentioned, someone breaks down

Kailin witnesses who is quite a beast.

-

"So your cart was bashed?! Do you know who damaged it?!" Kailin wanted to make sure that she got her hands on whoever destroyed Quinn's ice cream cart.

"I- I saw someone but they ran off! I couldn't tell since I was just coming from the bathroom and my cart was far from the bathroom! I HAD TO RUN! MY SCARS ON MY LEG WERE KILLING ME TO RUN! THE ASSHOLE!"

"Don't worry, Quinn, Kailin and I will find whoever damaged your cart. For now, just head home. We might as well go to the park and see if there's any evide- hang on, my phone's ringing." Jones picks up his phone to find Nathan's contact. "Hello? How are you guys?"

"I'm alright. And June seems to be okay as well! Well... physically okay, I don't really know about emotionally. But he seems like he's ready to talk whenever you guys come over."

"Perfect! June's sober and we got a crime scene."

"How about you talk to June while I head to the park? Seeing that you two act kinda sus..."

"Oh my God, SHUT UP!! You are such a little shit..."

-

The two separated as Jones went to June and Kailin went to the park to see what damages were occurred. She spotted a camera from the public bathrooms.

"Quinn did say he went to the bathroom. And this camera seems to have angles of everything. Might as well give this to Alex."

-

Jones met up with Nathan back at June's apartment.

"If he's not ready, I can come back, Nathan."

"He says he's ready. I asked. I gotta warn you however, he is REALLY upset with this case. And might have a headache from anything loud. So be gentle, okay?"

"I'm always gentle with him!"

"Still." Nathan knocked on June's bedroom door and talked not loud, but to where June can hear him. "June, Jones is here."

"Hey, Nathan. Thanks for staying here for him. If you want, you can head on out."

"Yes please. As much as I care for June, my snake might die without me." Nathan grabbed his bag. "Hey, let me know if you need me back here for him, okay?"

"Not at all, but please. You deserve this. I appreciate it, man."

Nathan nodded and left. Jones closed the door and heard the bedroom door open.

"Is... is he gone?"

"... Yeah."

June settled some tea for him and Jones and stayed in the bedroom. He or Nathan must have tidied up cus before was a mess.

"I'm sorry, David. Did... did I say anything stupid?"

"You were just being a dork. Other than that, no, you're alright. But you kinda wouldn't let us go before we got Nathan to watch you."

"Fuckkkk...." June rubbed his head. "How's... the case so far?"

"We got a few bit of evidence and some leads, but other than that, it's going a little slow."

"Hopefully it's one more evidence.... do I fit the description?"

"Unless if you own a white shirt, no." He didn't wanna tell him that he almost does.

"Yeah. Makes my tiddies see through."

"Oh, god. I remember. "

"Well, it's true!" June let out a soft giggle. But then it just went back to him being upset. "I really am sorry. It's... just my brother. The last time we've ever talked was before I left for Grimsborough and he said he was proud of me, soldier or not. And I always hoped that one day, I could go back to my hometown and bring him here. But now, that is gone an- and he's..." June held his head in pain and frustration. "Fucking hangovers..."

"I really am sorry for your loss, June. And I promise you, when all this is over, you will have time to grieve."

"And the worst part is that I see him here in Grimsborough..." tears started to fall out of his eyes. "And I-I promised Carlos from a very young age that- that I'd protect him no matter what..."

"Carlos? Is that your older brother?"

June looked up at Jones and started to cry harder. "Both of my brothers are gone now!! My promise to Carlos is GONE! I FUCKED UP!!" He was holding his head in great pain from sadness and frustration as tears fell out. "I'M SO SORRY SHENG! I'M SO SORRY, CARLOS!"

Jones embraced June like it was the end of the world. "I'm terribly sorry for both of your losses. And I promise you, I'll find the asshole who did this."

June thought for a second. "Did... did you guys find out where he lived?"

"We did. In the apartments. We even checked. "

"I know that I'm a suspect for the case, but I think you guys should check again and see if anyone else that had access over there. Or if anything, check if he had personal connections."

Jones did like that idea. "I'll tell Kailin."

"Thank you, David. And again, I'm- I'm really sorry about that whole strawberry wine thing. Again."

"Hey, quit apologizing. I understand. I just hate seeing you drunk."

Jones stood up and headed for the door. "Are you going to be okay?"

"I'll be alright. I just... need some time alone."

"Not a problem."

-

Kailin and Jones met up again to go back to Sheng's apartment.

"So he said that he had another sibling that died? That's fucked up...."

"Yes, but don't say anything, please. He's not in his best."

Kailin and Jones made it to the apartment only to,find Anquezze there. "Hey lady?! This is a crime scene!"

"And?! I'm supposed to be here, this is much my,home as it was Sheng's! We lived here together!"

Kailin looked at Anquezze. "Go ahead, Jones. I'm gonna have a word with her." Jones headed in while Kailin and Anquezze were outside of Sheng's apartment.

"What were you doing here, Anquezze. Wasn't it obvious that this is a crime scene?!"

"Am I supposed to be homeless?! No! Look, I promise I'll pay the bills here."

"Fuck it. ... Have you been having the best relationship with Sheng? Another suspect said you haven't been acting in love with him lately."

"Well, we can't always be in love! He's literally just more focused on his job and his friends! I gotta entertain myself somehow."

"... nice scars you got on your arms..."

"Gym's been fun."

Kailin and Anquezze looked at eachother with much hatred. "Miss, I suggest you leave unless you wanna get cuffed the fuck up."

Anquezze looked with more hatred and gripped her fists, but chose to leave. Kailin was so irritated at her and decided to continue the investigation.

Jones was watching from the room. "Damn, feisty."

"Shut up. Find anything?"

"A bitch walking away from your dead stare. Other than that, nothing."

"We might as well wait for Alex back at GPD then."

-

Alex called the duo to the lab.

"So I managed to find what happened to Quinn's cart and honestly, it was damaged by the killer. Bitch move, I would have wanted some ice cream."

"Exactly!" Kailin was also annoyed. "And they're delicious!"

"Besides the point, how'd you know it was the killer?"

"Because I looked at the description of the killer is that it fitted perfectly! But then I also noticed a detail..."

Jones and Kailin leaned closer for the reveal.

"I noticed how there were scars on their arms. I checked with Nathan and he confirmed that Sheng does not have scars on his arms."

"So our killer wears scars! Perfect!"

-

The two made it to Jones room to fit the killer with the suspects.

June had no white shirt. Nope.

Quinn has scars, but they're on his torso. And other than him having playboys and scars, no.

Jack drinks wine and has a white shirt, but it doesn't say he's the killer.

"So our full lead is...."

"Anquezze Robert. I knew it! It's always the lover!"

"Kailin Stanford, it was an honor to be your partner for this case."

"As it was yours, David Jones."

Suddenly, the door slammed open. Ramirez was panting feom stress.

"Ramirez? Is everything okay? We're about to arrest the killer!"

"ANQUEZZE! ANQUEZZE IS THE KILLER!!"

"Yeah we know-"

"THERE WAS A CALL FROM GRIMSBOROUGH APARTMENT BUILDING 5 AND SPOTTED ANQUEZZE ROBERT!!"

"Wait, but that's not Sheng's apartment, that's... OH NO."

-

June was back in his apartment when he heard a door open.

"Hello? David?"

... No answer.

"Did he leave my door unlocked again."

June went to check outside his bedroom and saw his door open.

As he went to close it, a cloth went over his mouth.

"HRK!" "DON'T MOVE."

June was struggling to breathe with the cloth on his mouth.

"CRAZY BITCH!" Anquezze had a tight grip onto the cloth to where June couldn't escape which ended him up onto a chair. As he struggled to breathe, Anquezze quickly handcuffed his hands to each side of the chair before he regained focus again.

"Don't worry Shiloh. I'll try to make this death painless, unlike how I did your brother's."

June was having a hard time with focusing on the present and struggled to get out of the handcuffs once he caught his breath. His eyes turned from amber to dark orange once again as the white in his eyes turned to grey.

Anquezze was about to lock the door until someone kicked it in.

"Anquezze Robert, you're under-!" Jones, Ramirez and Kailin made it just in time to June's rescue.

"Well, look who it is, June! Your boyfriend and his little 'hippie group'." She hissed the word hippie at Kailin.

"Ay- FUCK YOU!"

Unlike Jones and Kailin, Ramirez tried to talk her out of it. "Ma'am, please, let our friend go! He's not worth you having more years."

"Do you know he's the reason why Sheng would never focus on me?! HUH?! THIS SHITHEAD IS THE REASON WHY MY BOYFRIEND USED ME!" She sounded hurt.

"What- what do you mean?!" Jones was confused.

"Oh- you thought Sheng was an innocent dude, huh?! Well, I oughta give you assholes a storytime. Sheng and I were deeply in love, we were supposed to be together! But then he wanted to go here to Grimsborough to see how 'strong' his brother is!!" Of course she gestured at June. "I didn't want to leave. I needed to stay with my family, my mother who was sick. But he gaslighted me saying 'YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT ME, YOU JUST CARE ABOUT YOUR FUCKING FAMILY!!' so I went with him. But then, a week ago, I received news that... my mother passed away." She shedded some tears from her grief.

"So why didn't you break up with him! Why leave him to starve?!"

"I TRIED! BUT THE PIG STARTED HITTING ON ME AND I- I LOST IT, SO I... I took the bat... and I killed him." She did look like she regretted it. "But JUNE! JUNE WAS THE ONE WHO CAUSED US HARM! THAT IS WHY HE'S NOT SEEING LI-"

Chains started to break. Jones put his gun down, but not in his holster. "You... you might wanna back up."

Anquezze looked behind her to see June.

Not just June though.

A man, with sick eyes and cuffs around his bruised wrists and teeth, looking humane yet disgustingly sharp.

"Holy shit..."

June grabbed his gun off the counter and grabbed Anquezze before she could run away to a threatening gun position.

"STUPID BITCH, I'LL KILL YOU MYSELF!!"

"JUNE, WAIT!"

June looked up to the three as he held the terrified woman.

"June. Put the gun down, man."

"SHE KILLED MY BROTHER AND TRIED TO KILL ME!!"

"We know!" Kailin stepped closer.

"Kailin, get back here!" Jones called to Kailin, but couldn't stop her.

"We know she tried to kill you. But if you kill her, June, you're gonna be the one in trouble, not her!"

June started to realize the situation and what he was about to do. He started to breathe hard and started shaking.

"June, please. We're here for you." Ramirez joined in in Kailin's protest.

Jones realized that this was their way of getting June to put the gun down. He put his own gun away in his holster and stepped foward to June. "All of us."

June noticed that tears were falling down and immediately dropped the pistol and let Anquezze go. Anquezze scrambled to Ramirez, who immediately put the handcuffs on her. "Let's go, Kailin. June needs a minute."

Kailin followed Ramirez with Anquezze out of the room.

Jones got closer to June and checked if it was okay to touch him. With June breaking down, he immediately rushed into David's arms.

"Shhhhh, shhhhh.... it's going to be okay. Let it all out. Breathe with me okay? Breathe in... breathe out.... breathe in...."

As Jones proceeded the breathing procedure, June followed along, knowing that he was safe with him.

"I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry David...."

"Shhhhhhh..... you did nothing wrong. You noticed your whereabouts. You thought before shooting. You chose to not hurt anyone. You didn't do anything wrong."

"I'm a fucking mess...."

"Calm down. Breathe in.... breathe out....."

-

Judge Hall shushed the people in the room as she focuses on Anquezze.

"Ms. Anquezze Robert, you are being tried for the murder of Sheng Shiloh, the kidnapping and attempted murder of Captain June Shiloh and for damage on business property."

"Please, it was an ice cream cart."

"Do you plead guilty or innocent, Ms. Robert?"

"Guilty as shown. You have the proof."

"If you were in a toxic relationship, why didn't you report him?"

"He wouldn't let me! He'd find out and then he'd guilt trip me saying 'You don't love me! You never have!!'"

"Although I excuse your feelings, I cannot excuse your actions. That is why, Ms. Robert, I am sending you to prison for life with no chance of parole. Court is adjourned!"

"Fine by me. I have not much of a purpose anymore here anyways."

-

June went on break for half a month. Kailin was awarded for her bravery by allowing her a $2000 gift card at GameStop.

June and David hung out for a while back at his place. David made sure to go over a few times and see how June was doing. June didn't mind.

"So... I know this may be too soon, but..." David pulled out the book from his bag that him and Kailin found at Sheng's place. "I thought you should have this. We held onto it during the case, but I thought of giving it to you after. You don't have to read it immediately."

"His... book here in Grimsborough?" June looked up to David with a warm smile. "Thank you, David."

David nodded with ease to see June be calmer despite his grumpy attitude. But June wasn't grumpy or being mean this time, he was being... genuine.

"I think I'd not go through it yet. But maybe I'll have the strength one day."

"Not a problem. We have all the time in the world."

Ch3/Fanfic end