#will i come back? will i disappear for another 5 months? nobody knows

[unabashedpeachgentlemen]

genshin parents pt 3! (finally)

inazuma...it only took me 10 years... liyue version here and mondstadt version here

Ayaka would be the sweetest (albeit not the most present) mommy.

Hers, Ayato's, and Thoma's children would practically be raised together

The fact that she can't be as present as she wants KILLS her, but she makes sure to make up for it as much as she can with gifts, sweets, and quality time

Probably a bit overbearing when it comes to her kid's social life - she doesn't want them to be like her, after all. You'll frequently hear about how worried she is about their ability to make friends, and when they DO mention their friends, you'll hear about it for days on end.

Adamant about not putting too much pressure on her children, perhaps to the point of spoiling them.

100% has a scrapbook for her kids

Ayato cares greatly for his children just like Ayaka and regrets not being able to be around as much, but he doesn't quite spoil them as much as Ayaka.

As the family head, he does see them a good bit less than Ayaka can.

His kids would NOT be picky eaters. They catch on to his antics pretty young and harass Thoma's kids with their own 'interesting' dishes.

Probably overprotective of his kids. Oh, another child is picking on his own? He will personally intervene.

With Thoma's help, he organizes a family dinner every month. He unfortunately rarely gets to attend.

Gorou would definitely want to have a large family. You tease him about it, blaming his 'doggy instincts', but he just genuinely loves being a dad.

He won't admit it, but he would be absolutely over the moon if they shared his ears and tail. But don't worry, he'd love them just the same if they didn't!

With his first kid, he would 100% be posted by their bassinet 24/7 the first few days. Eventually, you figure it would be easier if you (carefully) just bedshared. This starts a trend where any of his kids will dogpile (haha) on your shared bed any chance they get.

Gets a little ahead of himself. When he even suspects a growth spurt going on, you come home to find waaay too many new little outfits. At least they're cute.

Despite still having an active military life, he'd try to shield his kids from war and violence the best he can.

Itto would be the most obnoxious dad in all of Inazuma. But he's so proud and loving nobody could fault him for it.

Loves being a dad just as much as Gorou, but would rather be one and done so he can pour all of his love into one kid without worrying about neglecting the others.

When he sees his kid's stubby little horns, he breaks down in tears. "They're - hic - theybe got mah horns..." he'd sob out. They stay stubby, but of course he's still just as proud of them.

LOVES giving his kid shoulder rides, almost more than his kid does. Seeing them hold on to his horns while they run amok and laugh and yell is a common sight.

When they're not riding on his shoulders, he's lugging them around like a football (and sometimes like a potato sack)

Thank the archons they share his strong oni blood because this boy is ROUGH with his kid. Wrestling, tossing them around, running through the forests together, you name it.

Thoma is another one that just loves to be a dad. He would probably want more than one, but maybe not a full sports team like Gorou.

In addition to being a loving dad, he also takes the role of Inazuma's Fun Uncle. He ends up taking care of Ayato's and Ayaka's children most of the time, and they're all very close.

I like to imagine that once he has a family, he tries to pay homage to Weinlesefest with them. Maybe he wishes he can take his kids to Mondstadt one day

If any of his kids (or anyone else's for that matter) gives him puppy dog eyes, he just can't resist giving in.

There's no way he doesn't spoil his kids. His kids practically own this poor man.

He is ALWAYS looking at small little gifts to give them

[lightandheatao3]

The Bunker - Criminal Minds

Chapter 13: The Scar

Summary: Spencer Reid wakes up in a locked bunker to find half the current BAU and two of its departed members unconscious on the floor. The old team is back together but the reunion is not what any of them would have wished for. An Unsub from their past has decided it's time they all stop keeping secrets, even if it means exposing them by force.

Hotch and Derek have been pulled back into a world they tried to escape. Emily, Rossi, and JJ are doing their best to keep it together. Spencer is falling apart.

AKA a found family is reunited and forced to go through the most nightmarish version of family therapy imaginable.

Set months after the end of Criminal Minds: Evolution. Evolution referenced, but not necessary to understand the story.

Chapter Summary: The team has some catharsis, of a kind.

Read chapter 13 on AO3 or under the cut. Please check AO3 for content warnings. All comments and reblogs are extremely appreciated <3 I would love to know what you like about the story :)

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Nobody moved.

Not a twitch. Not a breath. Not a blink.

They stared at him like a ghost.

“Spencer,” whispered Emily, like she couldn't believe her eyes.

In a second, all of them were on him. Emily pulled him into a crushing hug that the rest of them quickly joined. He felt dampness dripping on his shoulder and didn’t know who it was coming from. He heard JJ breath out ‘oh my god’ again and again.

“Let me look at you,” demanded Hotch.

There was a hand on his arm. The group parted just enough to let Hotch get at him. Emily kept her arm wrapped around his shoulders and Derek put a hand in his hair and kissed the top of his head, kneeling behind him like a barrier between him and the rest of the world. Rossi knelt beside him with a hand on his arm.

“You’re all okay,” Spencer said, throat constricting.

“We thought you were dead,” choked out JJ. “You fucking bastard! We thought you were dead!”

Tears streamed down her face and she squeezed the hand on his uninjured arm tight enough that it would have hurt, if he wasn’t up to his gills on fentanyl.

“Jesus, Spencer,” breathed Hotch.

He knelt in front of him, holding his wrist and gently turning his arm over so his mangled forearm faced upwards.

A hush fell over all of them as they stared at the vicious scar. If it had disturbed them when they first saw his track marks, this was a hundred times worse.

The weight around his shoulders and against his side disappeared as Emily scrambled back from him.

“I need…” she breathed. “I just-”

She turned and darted for the bathroom, crashing through the door as if she didn’t realize it was there. A moment later he winced at the sound of her vomiting.

Derek turned away from him, looking very much like he was about to cry.

A short moment later, Emily came back into the room, struggling to compose herself. “I’m sorry,” she said shakily, kneeling beside him again.

“No,” he said. He tried to reach out to her, but realized JJ and Hotch still had a hold of both of his hands. Hotch let him go. JJ didn’t. He reached for Emily’s cheek. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m alright. It doesn’t even hurt.”

Emily held his gaze, unsuccessfully fighting back tears. The haze over his vision made her skin look like it was glowing. Her cheek felt impossibly soft. She put one hand over his and stroked the other one softly over the scar.

“It doesn’t hurt because you’re high,” she said gently.

He looked away, then nodded. “I asked him not to,” he explained. “I tried.”

He tried and he failed. There was never going to be another end to this story.

“Him?” asked Rossi. “You spoke to the male Unsub?”

He nodded. “I-” he swallowed. “He said-” his breath hitched. He waded through his thoughts like molasses.

“It’s okay,” said Hotch, so close that their knees were touching. “You can tell us later.”

“I’m sorry,” he said again.

Derek rubbed circles on his back. “It’s alright, Spencer. You’re alive. That's all that matters.”

In spite of the dampening affects of the narcotics, a deep pain welled in his heart. He clutched at his chest as a sob escaped him.

“I’m sorry,” he said again. “I think there’s something really wrong with me.” He looked down at his butchered forearm, trying to understand it. “It all made sense at the time. I was trying to save us," he said, searching all of their faces desperately, hoping one of them could tell him the magic formula to stop being broken. Something opened up inside of him that he had being trying for so long to keep shut. “I think I wanted to die. I think I’ve felt that way for a while.”

How had he not realized that?

Emily had realized it. Derek had realized it. Did all of them know? How could they have known when he didn’t even know it?

Derek’s words rang in his ears. Happy people don’t do heroin.

He broke down.

The last time he cried like this, it was the first day back in his apartment after prison. He had collapsed on the shower floor and wept so long it caused a migraine.

Only this time, for better or worse, he wasn’t alone. Five sets of arms wrapped around him, holding him like he might disappear if they let go for even a second, and they all cried with him.

For the first time since waking up in this nightmare, they mourned everything that had been taken from them. Their families, their freedom, their safety, and their sanity.

They stayed like that until his head swam and he could barely tell up from down.

"You need to lie down," said Hotch, as they all finally parted.

He looked around like he was only noticing the changes to the room for the first time.

Following his cue, the others took in their altered surroundings with worry and confusion, enough to tell Spencer that this was all clearly new to them, too.

Derek and Hotch helped him over to one of the thin mattresses. He tried to fight it, but between the drugs and the adrenaline crash and the fathomless ocean of hurt, he couldn't hold onto consciousness.

He was in and out, not fully passed out, but not fully coherent. Eventually, after who knows how long, he must have fallen asleep.

When he woke up, he felt sick to his stomach and his head pounded. He was shaky and weak, a feeling he was getting far too used to. How long had he been in that room while they pumped him full of narcotics?

He couldn’t keep doing this so soon after his last withdrawal. His body couldn’t cope with it.

He tried to sit up and speak to the others, but a wave of intense nausea washed over him before he could make a sound. He scrambled up and rushed for the bathroom, where he wretched bile.

After a second, he felt a hand on his back, and another holding back his increasingly long hair, now down below his chin for the first time in quite a while.

Once he was sure he was done, he turned to see Emily. She smiled tightly at him, then helped him stand. He splashed water over his face and rinsed out his mouth, then took a long, deep drink.

“You good?” she asked.

He nodded. “Yeah.”

His eyes wandered down to just below the sink. The missing bolt had been replaced with one that was shiny and new. It was welded tightly in place. The welding on all the other bolts had been redone, too.

When he looked around, he noticed the door hinges had received the same treatment. The Unsubs had gone to great lengths to ensure there would not be a repeat incident.

Emily was watching him, arms folded. He couldn't tell what was going on in her head, but she almost looked sicker than she had when they were starving.

The newly returned bathroom door was closed. He knew the others were just outside, waiting for them to exit, but it was close enough to alone. He had hurt all of them, he knew, but after everything with John Cooley, after he promised her he wasn’t going to do the same, he felt he owed her more than anyone.

“Emily-"

“Spencer,” she said, sniffing a little. “You don’t need to apologize. I get it.”

He looked at her a little longer, then nodded. Then he pulled her into a crushing hug and apologized anyway.

She didn't say anything, just hugged him back.

They exited the bathroom, and the others were waiting for them just like he thought.

“How are you feeling?” asked Hotch.

“Like I’m in the middle of the detox that never ends,” he said, clenching his hands to control the trembling, wincing at the sharp pain that shot up his left arm when he formed a fist. “They had me under almost the entire time I was gone."

“But not the whole time,” observed Rossi. “You said you talked to one of them.”

“Yeah,” he said. “The male accomplice. We spoke twice.”

“You need to sit down,” said Derek. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

He didn’t disagree. They all took a moment, rearranging the mattresses so they could sit in a circle, positioning themselves so that Spencer could lean against the wall. They knew they were settling in for a long conversation.

He had questions for them, too, but he knew they needed to hear from him first.

In all the brutal clarity and detail afforded to him by his eidetic memory, he told them his story. It was verbatim, not a single detail omitted.

After what he’d put them through with the drugs, the detox, the erratic behavior, the arguing and denying and finally… He rubbed at his scar. He owed them honesty.

Besides, every detail was vital to the profile, even if he didn’t yet know how.

He recounted the events to a rapt audience. When he got to the fag comment, a couple of heads tilted at him curiously, but they didn't question him. He pressed on. They could worry about that later.

He concluded with a description of everything he’d seen and deduced regarding the building itself based on what he could see from his limited perspective in the room. It was a relief to be able to give them a small morsel of hope.

"Whatever this place is," he finished, "it wasn't made for them. There's a paper trail somewhere that the others can find."

“That’s good,” said Hotch when he was finally done. “That’s really good, Spencer, thank you.”

“This completely changes our profile,” observed JJ. “This isn't a typical relationship between a dominant Unsub and a submissive accomplice, but an actual partnership. He has thoughts and opinions that differ from hers, which he feels safe to express freely. He respects her.”

"It's definitely an unusual dynamic," agreed Spencer. "I think she honestly believes she's helping us somehow. He's a sadist. He wants to cause pain. It's as if the whole thing was a joke to him, but he's holding himself back out of some sense of loyalty and obligation to her. Somehow, she's managed to get an intelligent sadist to not only follow her instruction, but to feel protective of her."

“I agree, it's strange,” said Emily. “He's clearly the one with the medical expertise, which is also unexpected given how she positions herself as savior. If I had to guess, based on the resentment he expressed towards Spencer, particularly regarding his honorific, he’s probably a nurse. Maybe someone who planned to become a doctor but was unable to attend or complete medical school for some reason."

“What if that's how they met?” posed Rossi. “She could have been one of his patients and they bonded. It might explain why he’s so fiercely protective of her, especially if she flattered him or made him feel powerful. If she's experienced significant health issues, it could also be contributing factor to her obsessive focus on cleanliness.”

“She said that if we had given up on her, she never would have met him, so their relationship postdates her presumed arrest,” said Derek. “Assuming we're right that she was incarcerated, he could have been a nurse in the prison medical center.”

“That tracks with his comment about dealing with junkies regularly,” said Spencer. “One study published by the Department of Justice found that 58% of state prisoners had substance abuse issues compared with just 5% of the general population. Drug and alcohol toxicity are the third leading cause of death in prisons behind serious illness and-” the word caught in his throat. Suicide. Behind serious illness and suicide. He couldn't bring himself to say the word. "Well, you get the idea."

It was for the best that he hadn’t been using while in prison, all things considered. He very likely would have ended up as one of those statistics if he had been.

"Are you certain you didn't recognize her voice?" asked JJ.

He shook his head. "I really don't know. I was pretty out of it, I'm sorry."

“Don't be. It looks like we have the beginning of a new profile,” said Hotch. “This is a lot more than we knew before. We can find a way to use this.” He looked at Spencer, eyeing him cautiously. Eventually, he said, “Don’t take this as encouragement to try anything like that ever again, but for what its worth, it worked. You forced their hand.”

He scrubbed his hands over his face, if only to not have to look at any of them for a moment. “Yeah,” he said, not able to summon a better response. When the awkward silence that followed got too much for him, he asked: "How long was I gone?"

The others exchanged glances.

"It's hard to say," said Hotch. "But there were fifteen deliveries prior to them hitting us with another round of gas."

"We think the deliveries are still operating at twelve hour intervals," said Rossi, "But it's difficult to keep track of time with any certainty, and we can't know how long we were unconscious."

They had all been dressed in a fresh set of scrubs at some point in their lost time, and he was far too aware of the short sleeves. He kept catching glimpses of the scar and each time, he had to fight the urge to puke again. He looked down at the scar intentionally for about three seconds before he had to look away.

It was enough to make an assessment.

"Judging by the progression of healing, I would put it at an estimate of two weeks minimum, which makes sense with the number deliveries and helps confirm that they are still working at standard intervals," he explained.

Two weeks, likely a little over. It hung in the air like smoke after a fire. Two weeks of him being pumped full of fentanyl.

Two weeks of the others stuck in this room thinking they had just watched him die by his own hand.

“I guess it’s time for us to fill you in,” said Rossi, breaking the tension. “Things got pretty nuts here for a minute.”

“What happened after I passed out?” he asked, anxiety creeping its way into his gut.

“You were right,” Rossi continued. “They didn’t risk the gas. It would have killed you for sure after the blood loss.”

“We never saw the woman, but the guy busted in about a minute after you lost consciousness,” said Derek. “He had a gun.”

His stomach dropped. Obviously, they hadn’t been able to overpower him or they wouldn't still be there, but he still found himself hoping that the story would turn in their favor.

“We tried to overpower him, but he pistol whipped Hotch pretty hard,” said Emily.

He looked at Hotch questioningly and apologetically, which Hotch waved off. “I’m fine." Spencer didn't believe that for a second, but he was hardly in a position to comment. Hotch continued, "He kept the gun trained on the rest of us and forced Morgan to leave you outside the door.”

The use of surnames was always a dead giveaway that Hotch was clinging to a facade of professionalism to stay composed, even though profiling hadn't been his profession for years.

Derek jumped in quickly, brushing right past the details of the event and into a impersonal analysis. “This all supports your theory that the bunker is part of a larger facility. The hall just led to a door, so I didn’t see much, but I’m certain he didn’t have medical supplies on hand. He would’ve had to get you to treatment fast.”

The scene unfolded in his head with far less clinical detachment than it was being described with. It melded with the bits and pieces he could remember. The screaming, Derek’s hands trying to stop him from bleeding out, a waterfall of crimson.

“We didn’t hear anything after that,” said JJ, staring down at her lap. Her nails were digging into the back of her arm. “No notes. Nothing. We kept getting food like nothing was different. We didn't think you were coming back.”

Derek wrapped an arm around her. She took a shaky breath.

“We kept on like that until the gas. Then we woke up, and you were back. Along with all the creature comforts that were confiscated after the last attempt at rebellion," said Derek.

“We used your wet cloth mask trick when the gas started,” said Emily. “Having to use my shirt for that is the first thing in my whole life that has made me sincerely miss wearing a bra.”

JJ snorted a laugh.

“If it’s any consolation, you looked great,” said Derek, holding up his fingers in the ‘OK’ gesture. JJ slapped him on the arm while Emily rolled her eyes. “Relax, I’m kidding,” he said, holding up a hand defensively. “Believe it or not I was too busy trying not to die to check you out.”

They way they glossed over the horror of those weeks was an act of kindness he was sure he didn’t deserve.

The looks on their faces when they first woke up and saw that he was alive would be burned in the forefront of his mind for a long time.

“Wait,” he said, remembering. “There was an alarm. After he left me here. Has that happened before?”

Hotch shook his head. “We checked it while you were still out of it. It looks like they’ve retrofitted a small speaker inside the camera housing. It definitely wasn’t there before.”

He looked up at the camera, blinking red light as infuriating as ever. When he squinted, he could just see it through the reflections that bounced off the reinforced plexiglass. It would be interesting to see how that new element of their enclosure came into play.

“There was also a paper bag,” he said, looking around the room and spotting it in a corner. “What was in it?”

They all exchanged glances before looking back at him.

“We haven't looked,” said JJ.

"What? Why?" he asked, taken aback.

“Whatever happens next, we’re all in this together,” said Rossi.

He felt a lump rise in his throat. Emily squeezed his upper arm comfortingly.

“Before we open it and have to focus all of our energy on whatever is in there,” she said gently, “we need to take a moment to talk.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath. He'd figured this was coming. “I know,” he said, lowering his hands, once again catching a glimpse of the scar, still struggling to process that it would be with him for the rest of his life, however long that might be.

They all looked at each other again, and he was sure they’d planned this whole thing out while he was sleeping. Derek took the lead.

“What you said before, about wanting to die,” he said, looking like it hurt him as much to say it as it hurt Spencer to hear it, “We can’t ignore that.”

“I-” His instinct was to say ‘I was high, I was out of it, I didn’t know what I was saying,’ but instead he said, slowly and awkwardly, “I don’t plan on doing anything like that again.”

“That’s good,” said Derek calmly. “I’m glad to hear that. But we’re all conscious of the fact that we’re not exactly in an environment conducive to recovery. I don’t think any of us are exactly in a great place, psychologically or physically. And know that when I say this, I'm speaking from experience, not judgement; those feelings your having don't go away while you're still actively in a crisis situation. So even though I believe that you mean what you say, it's hard to trust that you won't change your mind later.”

If he'd needed another knife in his heart, the thought of a teenage Derek contemplating such a drastic escape from horrific abuse was sure to do it. This wasn't new information to him, but it never stopped hurting. How could it be fair that someone could survive what he had survived and still be made to suffer through something like this?

He learned a long time ago that fairness didn't exist and knew better than to ask those questions, yet the thought still came.

“We get it,” chimed in Rossi. “You already know I was struggling myself not long ago. You're not alone,” he said honestly.

"I hate that any of you know what this feels like," he said quietly. "I wish you didn't."

Derek shrugged helplessly. Rossi raised an eyebrow and said, "You and me both, kid."

A few of them nodded. “I think,” said Emily, “that right now, we can’t afford for any one of us to break. If we lose you, Spencer, or if we lose any of us, I don’t know how the rest of us are going to make it out.”

He nodded. “No pressure,” he joked, swiping under his eyes. Nobody laughed.

“Right before you cut yourself,” said JJ bluntly, “You said to Derek that it had to be you because you didn’t have kids waiting for you to come home. You know that’s not true, right?”

“It is true,” he said, shaking his head at her. “I’m not justifying myself,” he clarified, “but you all have family waiting for you. All I have is my mom, and at this point, she might not even realize I’m gone.”

JJ looked at him so sadly. “It’s not true at all,” she insisted. “Do you know what it would do to my boys if I had to tell them you were gone? Sometimes I think Henry and Michael love you more than they love Will and I,” she said with a sound halfway between a cry and laugh. “And when all this is over, they’re going to need you more than ever. I’m going to need you.”

“It’s the same for my family,” said Derek. “Don’t you ever think for a second that just because you’re not related by blood that we can afford to lose you. You are family. For all of us.”

They all nodded and hummed in agreement.

“I can cope with all the fucked up shit that’s happening to us,” said Emily, “But I don’t think I can cope without you. Speaking as the only other member of the no partner, no kids, fucked up relationship with their mother gang,” she said with a watery laugh.

“How about the adult kid you didn’t get to raise, dead wife, dead mother gang?” deadpanned Rossi.

Spencer laughed even as tears threatened to spill again. He forced them back. He already had enough of a headache from the last time. “Is this supposed to be cheering me up? It’s working, strangely.”

“Jack still asks about you sometimes,” said Hotch softly. He looked around the room. “All of you.”

It was the first time he had mentioned Jack since waking up in the bunker. They all avoided talking about their kids too much. It felt wrong to draw their captor’s attention to their families, even though they were obviously aware of them. But Hotch hadn’t so much as alluded to Jack’s existence.

“Henry asks about Jack, too,” said JJ. “What do you tell him about us?”

Hotch looked at the floor. “I tell him he’s an adult now. He can look you up himself if he wants.”

That hung in the air. After everything Hotch had been through, they could hardly blame him for not wanting to talk about the past he left behind, but the thought of him shutting them out so completely still stung.

“I can’t believe he’s an adult,” said Emily. “He must be in college by now.”

Hotch nodded. “Studying to be a psychologist.”

“Not forensic psychology?” asked Derek, likely picking up on the same tension that Spencer was.

“No, thank god,” said Hotch. “He's interested in child psychology, with a focus on trauma.”

Oh.

Clearly everything Jack had been through as a kid had played a big part in shaping the adult he was becoming. It was a bittersweet thing to hear.

“You must be so proud of him,” said Emily.

“I am,” said Hotch. “And I would very much like to see him again so I can tell him that.” He looked at Spencer. “For better or worse, what you did got us vital information, and a reason to hope we can get out of this. I’m not naive enough to believe that just talking with you about this is going to fix it. I also know that the longer we’re down here, the more likely it is for the rest of us to experience suicidal ideation or other acute mental health issues, if we aren’t already. Nobody is immune to the effects of long-term confinement.” He looked at each of them in turn. “What we need to do is make sure that if any of us start having those thoughts, myself included, we cannot keep it to ourselves.” He looked at Spencer. “It’s time we accepted that we might be in here for a while yet, and we need to do everything in our power to stay alive as long as possible and give the others the best chance of finding us. Can you do that?”

He hesitated, then nodded. “I can do that.”

Hotch gave a single appreciative nod in return. “Good.”

“I guess that just leaves one thing,” said Emily, getting up to retrieve the unopened paper bag.

It didn’t look bulky enough to contain food, so he was expecting a note. When Emily picked it up, it sagged a little in the bottom, indicating that there must be an object of some kind in there. She walked back to the group but didn’t sit. They all looked up at her as she opened the bag.

She pulled out a note, and read.

“When a dog bites the hand that feeds it, do you put the dog down, or train it? I hope you have learned your lesson. Follow the rules or you will have to be taught again.” She scrunched the note up and tossed it on the floor. "God I hate this bitch."

She turned the bag over and dumped its contents onto the floor in the middle of the circle, then scrunched up the bag and tossed that on the floor too.

Six stacks of rectangular card, each bundled with twine, thudded to the floor with a dull thwack.

They each reached out and grabbed a stack, turning them over and examining them. They contained photos, around 20 to a stack.

The one at the top of the stack that Spencer had grabbed was a picture of JJ, sitting on her front porch having a coffee with Will. He undid the twine and saw quickly that each photo in the stack was of her and her family, her at the gym, even her entering Quantico, taken from a distance.

“This is insane,” breathed Emily. He looked over at the stack she was holding and saw a glimpse of Hotch and a young man he realized must be Jack.

They each laid their stack out on the ground in front of them, fanning them out so they could all see.

He looked across the circle and saw Hotch setting down photos of himself. At Virginia Tech where he teaches Criminology from time to time. Coming and going from his mother’s care home. Oh god. There was a photo of him at his dealer’s apartment door, looking entirely unwell.

One picture in particular caught his eye. He reached across and grabbed it. Hotch looked at him for a moment, before catching a glimpse of the photos of himself that Emily was laying out and cursing.

“If I ever get my hands on these fucking people…” he said to himself, icy and furious, reaching for a picture of his son.

Spencer focused on the photo in his hand. It was of him, standing in front of a small, but protected house on a block of land in rural Virginia. “Emily,” he said.

She jerked her head to him, having been engrossed in the pictures of herself that she had spotted. “What?” she asked worriedly.

He handed her the picture. At first she looked confused, but the moment of recognition came quickly. “Oh no,” she whispered.

“What is it?” asked Rossi.

They all looked between himself and Emily. He looked to her, not sure which of them should explain or how much he should even say.

“It’s a safe house,” said Emily eventually. “You know how Spencer was away last year doing confidential work for the Bureau? This is where he was. This photo looks like it was taken from inside the property line."

"That photo was taken right after I got there," he said gravely.

Emily blinked. "That was more than a year ago."

Whoever these Unsubs were, they had been preparing for this for a long time.

[monsta-x-jagi]

Crown and Chrome - Epilogue 1

Synopsis: More figures from your past come back for a happy reunion

Word count: 1.6k

Triggers: none

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The Present

Kihyun walked into the investment department, with orange hair. 

“Oh my god, its finally happening,” Wooyoung giggled. 

“What’s finally happening? You growing up?” Seonghwa asked without looking up from his work. 

“If you're waiting for that, I'd give up,” San added. “What Woo meant was that our boss is finally wooing his soulmate.” 

“You don’t woo soulmates, it just happens,” Seonghwa said. 

“Yeah but most soulmates don’t sell their property to your own company and disappear,” Wooyoung retorted. “Kihyun's got a lot of making up to do.”

“And it seems he’s started with trying to return to the past with his orange hair,” Seonghwa finally concluded. 

“Gentlemen,” Kihyun shouted from his office. “I can hear you talking about my hair. If it's really your concern, just know the CEO said it’s okay.” 

Kihyun didn't add that you had dyed it yourself in your garage, although San would discover quite soon when he saw you in the break room.

“Holy hell what happened to your fingers?” He asked while you stood there eating a muffin. 

“My boyfriend happened,” you smiled coyly as you examined your orange stained fingers. 

“I thought your boyfriend is the one who's supposed to get his fingers dirty, not you,” San said, checking that nobody else was around. 

“YAH!! What the fuck man???” You shouted, mouth still half full of your muffin.

From outside in the hallway, Hyunwoo smiled to himself as he heard you shouting. He hadn't told you about how he knew to contact Kihyun for an interview all those months ago, but he was happy with the outcome because you were happy. Finally, the sole source of your happiness was with you.

———

“I didn’t think there was another packet of these here,” Kihyun said to you as he opened a packet of his favourite biscuits in the break room at MX. 

“I happened to have a spare at my house,” you replied without looking away from the microwave where you were heating up the two lunch boxes.

Kihyun had returned to preparing food for you when he learned you were still incompetent in that department. You leaned back into Kihyun’s chest as you waited for the lunch boxes to heat up, and he planted a kiss on your temple. When the microwave dinged, you removed two lunch boxes and gave one to him.

“Sorry I can’t eat with you, honey, I have a meeting,” Kihyun said as he took it. 

“I know, San mentioned it,” you replied and started walking out of the break room. 

“No, wait,” Kihyun called after you, making you stop in the doorway.

“Yes?” 

“If we finish up everything by 5, I can take you to that repair shop this afternoon?”

“Sounds good,” you replied to him and blew a kiss.

Back in the meeting room of the investment department, San picked up his phone to see a message from you: how long will your meeting be today?

San replied: I know why you’re asking, you just want to see Kihyun 

You: shut up

San: don’t worry, ill take care of it

He turned to Seonghwa and Wooyoung and said, “Whatever happens today, make sure Kihyun leaves the building at 5.” 

The two men nodded, understanding perfectly.

When you had asked Kihyun to come with you to get your car fixed that day, he wasn’t expecting to end up at the Fix On and On Garage.

“Why does that sound like Mingi?” He muttered as he stepped out of your car.

You did the same, and walked into the shop without even bothering to lock up your car. “Hey Mangi!” You shouted into the space.

A tall man with hair bleached white walked out. Mingi.

“Hey if it isn’t my favourite CEO,” he said with a high five to you. Then looking past you, he saw Kihyun. “Damn, it really happened huh?”

“Yeah,” you said, glancing back at Kihyun and waving with a smile. 

“Not Yoo Kihyun shacking up with the boss!!” Mingi hollered.

You snorted and smacked his stomach for that.

“Oh careful there. Kihyun just might kill me,” Mingi said as Kihyun walked up to you two.

You giggled and whispered with mock seriousness, “Don’t wait to find out, just get started on the car.” 

“So, when were you going to tell me you were friends with Mingi?” Kihyun asked as you two drove back home.

“Since you finally asked about why I have no tools in my house but make modifications to my cars and bikes,” you explained. “I started meeting him because I genuinely needed help with my car back in university, but then Mingi eventually taught me how to ride and do other things myself.” 

“Princess, I hope the only riding he showed you was on a motorbike or else I’m going to…” Kihyun growled.

“Yes, yes, kill him. Mingi’s been telling me that for years,” you said dismissively. “Anyways, do you want dinner at that fish and chips place?” 

“You mean the seafood place? Honey’s Restaurant? Near my old warehouse?” Kihyun asked. 

“Yeah, that place. They know me really well.” 

“Somehow that doesn’t surprise me. It would be weirder if they didn’t know you,” Kihyun said, messaging somebody on his phone and smiling coyly to himself while you drove.

“Miss y/n, Mr Yoo, the owner would like to greet you after your meal,” a waiter at Honey’s Restaurant said to you and Kihyun. 

“Of course, I’d love to chat with him,” you replied. 

“I still can’t believe you haven’t met the owner of this restaurant,” Kihyun said. 

“I just did the contract. Hyungwon handled the talking,” you explained. 

“That explains a lot. I wonder if you would have changed the contract if you knew who the owner was.” 

“Well I guess I am about to find out today. Do you know why he wants to see us?” You asked.

“I have some ideas,” Kihyun replied, looking out the window and not meeting your gaze. 

You nodded, not really understanding what he said, until somebody’s loud voice grabbed your attention.

“Hyung!” Someone shouted behind you. The restaurant wasn’t crowded so it was easy to pinpoint the source of the voice: a very familiar man with dimples and a radiant smile.

Kihyun stood up from the table and approached the man, pulling him into a hug and patting his back. “Hey, how have you been, Jooheon?”

When they broke apart, Jooheon walked over to your table. “Hi noona,” he said when he stood in front of you. 

“Oh my god, Honey? You're the owner?” You said, standing up in awe.

Jooheon laughed shyly. “Yep. Joohoney, there’s only one Honey,” he said and opened his arms to offer you a hug as well. 

You gladly accepted, holding him tight. “God, I can't believe you actually bought the restaurant you kept asking me about that one afternoon.” You pulled back and examined is face. “I see you gave up the space buns and racing?”

Joohoney also kept his arms around you as you spoke, ever the cuddle bug. He was probably the only person Kihyun wouldn't be jealous of. “And I can’t believe you actually wrote in the fish and chips clause in to the contract. God you two really are the cutest couple I know.” 

———

“You know, this is the first time we’re shopping and I don't need to have all my things delivered to my place,” you said to Kihyun as you walked through the familiar shopping mall.

“It’s also the first time I can commission jewellery pieces for you,” Kihyun replied as he pushed open the door to Yunho’s jewellery store. 

“Oh babe, it’s cute you think you can buy jewellery for me when you don’t even know what pieces I own,” you said while you waited for a staff member to appear from somewhere within the store. 

“That’s funny coming from someone who seems only wear one particular pair of sapphire earrings,” Kihyun said as he flicked the drop earrings and watched them sway. 

“At least I own other pairs,” you said with an eye roll. “But none of them match your cufflinks.”

Soon after, Yunho walked in through the “staff only” door. “Y/n darling I knew I heard your voice,” he chirped as he closed the door and turned around, only to stop and stare at the couple before him. “Y/n, is that… him?” 

You giggled and clung to Kihyun’s arm. “Uh huh. It’s him.” 

“Him? That’s all you two call me?” Kihyun asked, eyeing you and Yunho’s exchange. 

“You did create quite a bit of work for me when you ended things with y/n, you know,” Yunho said tersely to Kihyun. “Man the number of pieces she wanted redone almost broke my heart as much you broke hers.”

You could feel Kihyun growing nervous beside you so you said, “Calm down, Yunho, and don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy playing around with all the gems I gave you.”

“True, but you’re the true gem, darling. You’re my favourite customer,” Yunho replied with a wink, making you chortle.

“Well if I’m your favourite customer, I hope you don’t mind my new order because it’s pretty big.” 

“Alright, hit me with it,” Yunho said, grabbing his notebook.

“I want you to create matching cufflinks for all the earrings I’ve bought from you in the past six months.” 

Both Kihyun and Yunho stared at you wide eyed. 

“Honey, that’s too much, I can't let you do that,” Kihyun said first. 

“Honey, listen to your boyfriend because at the rate you’re going, I am going to have to hire more workers,” Yunho added. 

“Pretty sure I pay you enough for that,” you said. With that, you paid, signed the order form and thanked Yunho. 

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You Changed Me

AKA Sam and Daniel, Season 5 (and 6)

First of all. MERIDIAN. Hi @riverageleis @gatefiles @fighting-naturalist and anybody else I'm forgetting in my squad of people that go feral over this scene like me

She thinks he’s dying (and she’s right, obviously), and so she pours it all out. 

“I don’t know why we wait to tell people how we feel.” There’s just so many feelings, so much heart, so much love for him that’s put out on the table, explicitly. She tells him that she sees what really matters, who he truly is. She tells him that it’s changed her. And you can see it. Throughout season 5, and even before, you see her tend to take his side more and more in the humanity debate. She defends his arguments and holds to it as best as she can. 

They’re still partners in crime, getting held hostage and escaping together, sharing little phone calls for info when they’re away, sharing their embarrassment at Jack’s diplomatic skills and defending each other’s opinions on how situations should be handled (Namely in red sky). 

There’s the shine that Jacob takes to Daniel, the familial relationship very evident. And he’s the one there to try to save Daniel, with Sam right by his side, having already tried and painstakingly failed herself. All she wanted was to help, for him to be ok, to bring him back. 

She’s in his office, combing through his belongings, cherishing the memories (and his journals). 

“We don’t know that he’s really dead.” “And that’s the problem!” It’s the not knowing that does her in, he’s gone, and nobody, not even Daniel knew what it would entail. And she didn’t care. She didn’t care that he achieved some great feat, that he became some higher power, as intriguing as that may be in some other scenarios. Because they were a team, a family and she simply would rather just have him back. 

Even months later, she’s fully accepted Jonas into the team, practically being his one woman defence squad (another trait that screams Daniel) but to her it still feels like they just lost Daniel, and she’s terrified of having to go through that again with Jack. 

But she gets him back, she sees him again, it’s just like old times, solving the puzzle. She finally gets her dose of dealing with ascended Daniel and his sudden disappearances, not knowing how to react and wanting to know everything when he comes back. Still, she trusts him on the tablet and his plan. She’s the one to officially say that he may not be around anymore, because she knows that he would always hold up his end of the bargain when it came to SG1. She knew that he may actually be gone, she just didn’t want to admit it straight up, but she’s the first to ask Skaara if he’s heard anything on Daniel. She just got him back, but luckily she and the rest of the team won’t have to let go for long.

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Midnights: Chapter 7

MASTERLIST — MIDNIGHTS MASTERLIST

Summary: Tommy’s demons are haunting him with thoughts and ideas that could lead him to do an irrevocable act, standing on a bridge

A/N: and another depressing chapter for you all to enjoy! I got inspired by the episode 4 from season 5 (and by inspired I mean “watched the same 10 minutes over and over until I had them engraved in my memory) and it’s the first chapter set in s5. From now on, there will be less and less time jumps but I wanted to address that particular scene because it seemed important. Anywayyy enjoy and see you next week!! <3

Warnings: mentions of suicide, dead people and ghosts

Word count: 1,192 words

It wasn’t the blue stone, Tommy. It was you. It was you.

She stood in the corner of the room, appearing in the dimly lit office, the chain of necklace jingling as it moved. Grace always visited him at night, she waited for the clear sun to disappear to strike, hit him when he was the most vulnerable.

Her voice rang in the empty room. Tommy could feel her heartbeat slowing down as she clutched the sapphire close to her chest. There was blood dripping down her hands, staining the luxurious carpet. Grace was gasping, her breaths more and more shallow.

Tommy didn’t look at her. If he ignored her, she would go away. Her apparitions became less and less comforting as time passed. At first, she helped him, made him feel the warmth he craved. Now, he felt haunted by her. She reminded him of his faults, stirred the knife of guilt into unhealed wounds.

It seemed like hours had passed when finally, the ominous presence vanished. Tommy slumped in his chair, the ache in his head intensifying. His clenched fists were sore, his nails digging his skin. He reached for the drawer next to his hand, his fingers grazing the cold barrel of the revolver. The feeling seemed to bring some clarity inside his mind, the blurry haze the wraith had diffused disappearing.

Tommy finally grabbed his cap, closed the door of his office and exited the House of Commons. He was suffocating in that study. He needed to think. Alone.

He took his car and drove through the streets of London, aimlessly. He didn’t know where he was going, he didn’t know anything anymore. The car stopped, Tommy didn’t realize he had pushed the button. His hand opened the door, his feet stepped out. He was moving, he could feel himself moving but he didn’t have any control anymore. It wasn’t him who chose to walk on the bridge. His arm reached for a lamppost, his feet climbed on the edge—the sheltering barrier between the world of the living and the dead.

Tommy almost heaved, the sudden void under him making his stomach churn. His mum went that way. She stepped into the Canal, back in Small Heath. Uncle Charlie told him everything.

Tommy remembered the months before her death. She would mutter all day long, even if nobody was in the room. She said it was the spirits, they kept her company. His mother was a sad woman. She was sad because she had no choice. Nowhere to escape. Until Charlie told her to leave for some time. That’s when she came back with the white pony.

Tommy loved that horse because suddenly, his mum wasn’t so sad anymore. She would smile at him and she didn’t speak to the spirits as much. He thought it was over. The spirits and the seances, all that shit was over. His mum was home now, it would be okay.

A few weeks later, Charlie pulled her body out of the Cut.

Tommy used to be scared of her as a boy. Now he understood how she felt. He was nowhere near the condition of his mother. His spouse didn’t come home drunk every night to beat him, he wasn’t poor or had too many mouths to feed. But he felt the same longing. A yearning for death, a yearning for the void, for a place where he wouldn’t have to ache anymore.

His mum used the pills to get away, he had his precious vial of opium.

The situations were different but they were the same. He didn’t even see it coming. He had spent so many years trying not to be his father that he ended up like his mum.

As he stood on the bridge, so close to the edge, he realized he could leave like she did. Relax his sore limbs and let go. Immerse himself in the cold, dark waters and allow it to get inside his lungs. He wouldn’t fight it, wouldn’t try to escape. He would just welcome the sweet burn forewarning of the eternal darkness. Death. Peace.

There was no point in fighting anymore. The family was falling apart, his children were terrified of him, Lizzie loathed the mere sight of him—she wanted to get a divorce. It made him chuckle. A fucking divorce. He couldn’t blame her. Hell, he was surprised he didn’t wake up to an empty house and packed suitcases already. But her anger—although justified—made him understand his presence became more and more of a burden. He was a liability, there was no point in apologizing. It wouldn’t change much.

But Tommy could free them. He could allow his family to be happy. They would live off of the money he had made. Lizzie would find someone— a good man, and Charlie and Ruby would be raised properly. They would be loved. They would be happy. They wouldn’t have to worry about him screaming anymore.

Tommy considered all of his cards, all of his options and death…death seemed like the only solution. He glanced at the water under his feet. One move and it would all be over. Just let go, Tom. Let go.

But Tommy saw a boat, a boat on the river. It looked familiar at first, then he recognized it. The January. His dad’s boat. The boat he was born on.

Grace was there. She lay in a heap of coal, her eyes looking up towards the bridge. But she wasn’t alone. No, he was there too. His own self seemed to call out for him. They stared at each other and Tommy understood. His reflection drove the boat away, following the dark waters, sinking into the night.

From the bridge, he observed the scene like the path he had to follow. It was the only way. Charlie told him his grandfather went the same way. He killed himself. He said that sometimes, these kind of things ran in families. Maybe they did, maybe Tommy’s fate was to jump from a bridge and die. Die the same way he felt, the same way he lived. Alone.

Who would find him?

For a moment, Tommy wondered. Would Lizzie be worried he didn’t come home? Would he be found by some random man, early in the morning and get recognized as Mr. Shelby, MP? He tried to imagine his family, Polly, Arthur getting the phone call and rushing to the hospital. But they weren’t crying. Nobody was sad. It didn’t seem to change anything, except that now, the weight was lifted.

Once, Polly had told him he had to shake hands with the devil and walk away. But what happened when he couldn’t walk away from it? What happened when the devil cornered him on a barge in ominous waters? All these years, Tommy thought he had walked away, that he was past that but it was an illusion, a vicious trick from his mind.

He couldn’t walk away because there was nowhere to go. Tommy was still on the boat. He had never gotten off of it, he never will.

And only the January could take him away.

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to find promise of peace (and the solace of rest): a TMA fanfic

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Chapter 17: July 2016

Tim followed Martin’s quiet instructions without question. After everything they’d been through in the last few months, but especially tonight, he felt like Martin deserved that.

The car was otherwise silent. Tim found himself glancing at the rearview mirror periodically to check on Jon and Sasha, like they’d somehow disappear from the backseat if he didn’t keep looking. Like it would turn out one or both of them had actually died during the attack, hugs notwithstanding, and that if he didn’t keep watching them they would reach their destination and they’d be gone. It was stupid, and he knew that, but it still made him feel better every time he looked up and saw them still clutching their respective tape recorders and watching the other occupants of the car intently.

At last they pulled up to a house Martin seemed to think was their destination. It didn’t seem like there was anything special about it, but Martin dragged himself up the front walk and beckoned the others to follow. He looked down at the ground for a moment—Tim wasn’t sure why—then shook his head minutely and knocked on the door instead.

Tim didn’t know why he was surprised when the door opened and exposed Melanie King, looking a little annoyed until she saw Martin and the look shifted into one of mingled surprise and worry. She skimmed the other three, then shook her head and stepped back, opening the door wider. “Get in here.”

Martin led them in. As soon as the door closed behind them, Melanie hugged him tightly, then eased back when he gave a small groan of pain. “Come on. Make yourselves comfortable. I just put the kettle on a couple minutes ago.”

Tim trailed after the group until they reached a comfortable living room. Melanie waved at an arrangement of seats before disappearing through another door; Martin followed her, and the sounds of clinking and cabinets opening came to them faintly. Jon sank slowly onto the sofa, looking after Martin, and Sasha perched on the other end of it. Tim, though, had too much restless energy and couldn’t sit still, so he paced around the living room, taking it in.

There were blank spots on the walls and shelves, like someone else had been living there and had taken things with them and nobody had bothered to fill the spaces yet. The books on the shelves were a mix of nonfiction about the paranormal, most of which Tim had read in the last few years, and horror novels, with an unexpected detour into a handful of battered classics and a beautiful but well-loved book of Hans Christian Andersen’s stories. There were a couple of odd knickknacks, a few candles scattered about, a truly gorgeous painting of a sunset over a river, and a row of framed photographs.

Tim drifted over to look at them. At one end was a picture of a little girl, maybe seven or eight, in a purple helmet and elbow- and kneepads, laughing with delight as she tried to balance on a pair of hot pink roller skates, supported by a woman with matching eyes and a slouch hat pulled low over her ears. At the other end was Melanie King, sporting a grin identical to the first picture—save that her front teeth had grown back in—and the woman’s hat as she held up a clapperboard announcing the first take of the first shot of Ghost Hunt UK, surrounded by people he vaguely recognized as being the remainder of the show’s crew.

All of the other pictures had Martin in them, too.

It was like Tim hadn’t believed they really knew each other, let alone were stepsiblings, until he saw it. But no, here was visible, tangible proof. There was a picture of the two of them in formal wear, not more than ten years old, Melanie holding a basket full of rose petals and Martin carefully balancing a white satin pillow in his hands, both looking slightly uncomfortable but delighted nonetheless. Another showed them both astride a camel, Martin’s arms locked around Melanie’s waist and Melanie clinging to the pommel of the saddle in front of her for dear life. A third showed Melanie in what looked like a pastel Victorian-style gown, draped dramatically across the stern of a rowboat with her hand pressed to the back of her forehead, while Martin, wearing a white-and-red striped coat and a flat straw hat that somehow suited him (and certainly suited him better than Melanie’s gown suited her), pulled at the oars and laughed at her. Still another showed the pair of them beaming in triumph as they displayed what closer inspection proved to be acceptance letters into their chosen study programs.

Other pictures, about a dozen in all, also featured a third person. Taller than Melanie but not quite so tall as Martin, fair-skinned and with long hair dyed black—ruddy roots showed in a couple of the photos—he seemed like he would be out of place in his tattered jeans and black leather duster, but he just looked…natural with Melanie and Martin, even in pictures where Martin dressed like a middle-aged man and Melanie dressed like a stolen car. There was a picture of the three of them rollerskating, another of them crouched around a campfire, still another of them in a park of some kind, with Melanie sitting on a sort of perch formed by the other two’s outstretched arms, her own arms looped around their shoulders—they went on and on. In all the pictures, all three of them were smiling and laughing. It was clear they were close.

Tim turned around at the sound of footsteps and saw Melanie and Martin coming back in, Martin with a mug in each hand and Melanie carrying three. She handed one to Sasha, then held one out to Tim, who accepted it automatically, then hesitated before settling down in between Sasha and Jon. Martin sat opposite them on a loveseat; Melanie lit a candle on one shelf, then joined him. For a few moments, none of them spoke.

At last, Melanie set her mug down on the coffee table, rather heavily. “So where do we start? Or do you want me to bugger off?”

“No. No, Martin…implied you know what’s going on. Better than we do, at any rate.” Jon sighed heavily. “I—I have questions, but…we should start with a full picture of what happened tonight. Statements. I guess.”

Sasha held up her tape recorder. “I’ve got this. Elias suggested I turn it on, so we’d have a record, and…well, it at least will tell you what I was up to. Then you can fill in for me.”

“We’ve got this one as well.” Jon slid his own recorder forward. “I rewound it in the car, but…”

“Oh. I didn’t think of that. You play yours first, then.”

Jon pressed PLAY. Tim listened, his heart in his throat, first to Jon’s agonized cries as Martin used a corkscrew to extract a worm, then to his friends’ panic over him. Martin’s confession to Jon caught him off-guard—not because he didn’t know most of it, but because he hadn’t expected Martin to admit it—and he guessed that was part of the reason for the look Melanie threw him. After all, she of all people had to know. He heard himself burst through the wall and lure Jon and Martin into the tunnels, and then he heard the conversation they’d had some time later—he hadn’t realized Jon had turned the recorder back on, and from the look on Jon’s face, neither had he. Mentally, he began ticking off all the questions they still needed answers for.

His breath caught when Martin and Jon emerged into the Archives to be confronted by Jane Prentiss. He wasn’t sure whether to be grateful or annoyed that the recording cut out immediately after that.

There was a split-second of silence before Melanie spoke in a carefully controlled voice. “Is that why you wanted me to meet you for lunch?”

“Well, ‘lunch.’ I didn’t figure we’d want to eat much,” Martin said softly. “But yeah.”

“Desolation?”

“Corruption.”

“Fuck.”

Tim looked back and forth between the two of them. “What are you talking about?”

Melanie rubbed a hand over her face. “My dad was a patient at Ivy Meadows. He…he was still there when it, um, burned down. They told me he died peacefully, but…” She looked at Martin.

“Tell you later,” Martin mumbled.

Sasha looked at the recorder, then at her own. “Well. This is ready.”

The first part of the tape was Jon recording that statement they’d been investigating about what the assistants had privately termed “the homophobic vase”. Melanie frowned at the recorder, then looked up at Martin and mouthed something Tim couldn’t quite catch; whatever it was, Martin simply nodded.

The others were all staring at the recorder, but Tim found himself watching Martin and Melanie. When Jon told Sasha he’d been trying to kill a spider and subsequently damaged the wall, Melanie’s nostrils flared and Martin’s lips pursed; Tim figured them both for spider-lovers. The scowl on Melanie’s face when Elias started talking wasn’t much of a surprise, after Martin’s revelation on the other tape that he’d threatened Jon the day she’d come to make her statement.

Tim was momentarily distracted by Sasha’s monologue about being in Artifact Storage, and he flinched when the other voice spoke. Martin and Melanie both sat bolt upright; when Tim looked up, he saw that Martin had gone pale behind the bandages and Melanie’s eyes were wide.

“Is that…?” she murmured.

“Can’t be,” Martin said, barely moving his lips. He neither looked nor sounded convinced.

They both seemed incredibly affected by what was on the tape, even more than the rest of them—and Tim was plenty affected by Sasha’s scream of fear—but neither spoke another word. Tim’s resolve to watch them faltered when Sasha and her mysterious benefactor ran into Elias, who seemed to believe—or pretended to believe, and Tim had good reason to suspect the latter—that Jon and Martin were both dead and tried to convince Sasha to leave them to be eaten by worms. The smack of fist on flesh was satisfying, although Elias’ roar of pain was disproportionately loud, and then Sasha and the mystery man were on their way. And then there was another spider, which even Tim could tell was stretching the bounds of credibility to call a coincidence, and then the voice spoke in a dark, cryptic tone. “Mother, may I?”

There was a thunk, a hiss, and a click as the recorder shut off, followed by a moment of silence.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d swear…” Melanie finally said.

“Yeah. Me, too.” Martin rubbed a hand over his face. Jon flinched at the rasp of bandage against bandage. “If it was, I might’ve had to kill him for that last bit.”

“Whoever it is, he’s an idiot.”

Jon took a deep, shaky breath. “Who was that?”

It took Tim a second to realize that was directed at Sasha, and evidently it took her a second, too. “You know as much as I do. He appeared out of nowhere when I was in Artifact Storage, stopped me from getting killed by…something, I can’t describe it…gave Elias a black eye, and set off the CO2 system. He had another weird pain spell or seizure or…something before we went down to the Archives and went out to get fresh air.”

“So you have no way of getting a hold of him,” Jon said. “Or any way to…did he just disappear?”

“No. He was still there when I came out.” Sasha hit the rewind button on both recorders. “He was being all…mysterious and creepy, but he said none of you were dead, and he was right about that, at least. He said he’d be back to give you a statement.”

“Did he say when?”

“No, just that it wouldn’t be tonight. Something about keeping promises?” Sasha shrugged. “The way he was talking, though, I think he knew you.”

Jon shook his head slowly. “The voice didn’t sound familiar, I—”

Melanie held out a hand to stop him, her spine stiffening and her head tilting. Tim paused, and then he heard it, too—the sound of the front door shutting with a quiet snick. Someone had just come into the house.

Martin and Melanie both rose to their feet. Tim, looking up at Martin, saw the same expression he’d had on his face when Tim had burst through the wall of the document storage room—afraid, but determined—as he put himself between the door and the rest of them. He brushed his fingers quickly against Melanie’s; she stayed firmly behind him, but raised her voice. “Who’s there?”

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5 Times Luke Though He Got Away With Keeping A Secret From The Boys and the 1 Time He Realized They Knew The Whole Time (ao3) - ProducedbyMGC N/R

Summary: 5 times Luke thought he got away with keeping a pretty big secret from the boys and the 1 time he realized maybe he's shit at keeping secrets.

A Line of Dark Fantastic Passion (ao3) - anykinfofgal michael/calum, calum/ashton, luke/calum M

Summary: Calum has been always been an incubus, but has left his life as one far behind him. One encounter with the wrong group throws him right back into the place he had been avoiding for so long. Not only does it put his friends directly at risk, but it brings something up in him he had thought to have managed to push away.

craving something sweeter (ao3) - toddamyanderson luke/calum T

Summary: “Y’know, it was either the plushies, or the cute guy sitting on his roof drinking lemonade. Surprisingly enough, you won.” Calum’s voice is quiet, but Luke can still hear the coy smile in his voice. Hear, because Luke is still looking down at the fairy floss, trying to hide his pleased grin.

“Damn.” Luke tames his wild grin into a more reasonable smile so he can face Calum. “I feel like the plushies deserve more credit."

Full of Love I Can’t Control (ao3) - pitypartyof1 calum/ashton E

Summary: In which Ashton and Calum tend bar at The Ballard Firehouse in Seattle, WA in 1993. Ashton wants to play drums and find his soulmate. Calum just wants to make it big and find a way for Ashton to love him without the lights.

Heart's Citizens (ao3) - lookingforhope calum/ashton E

Summary: Being truth to yourself might be scary. Being truth to yourself in front of the world might be even scarier. Ashton helps Calum to do both things.

Ice and Sun (ao3) - HolyAFIx94 luke/calum G

Summary: What would happen if one soulmate was in the spotlight of fame and one was just a nobody. Like imagine finding your soulmate and realising the moment you see them, but then you realise that they haven't found you because there's no way for you to get close enough to them. So you're just kind of forever watching your soulmate living the dream and being happy from the sidelines or behind a screen, and you know that they exist but they don't know that you do.

(love is like) a baseball game (ao3) - no_clue_who luke/ashton M

Summary: Luke had always loved spring training.

When he was a kid, his parents and brothers would take spring break to go down and watch the first, unofficial, games of the season. He got to meet so many excellent players in his time, star-struck by the short-stops that would wave at him or the catchers who would show off their gloves to the crowd. Luke loved spring training and the fun that came with it.

He especially loved it when he was not even twenty and called up to try out for the Phillies team to get a spot in their rotation, no one thought he would get it, not even him. But only a few months later he had made it to the show after a few too many injuries wore them thin. And the rest is, well, history.

This season was different, new, and exciting. The Mets were coming off of an amazing postseason and an even better off-season. Luke had signed a big deal to stay in the orange and blue for another seven years.

minute suite dreams (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum M

Summary: The attendant disappears down the hall, and Luke finally gets a good look at the place he and Calum will be spending the night.

“Oh fuck,” Luke murmurs under his breath, wheeling his suitcase into the space and looking back at Calum apologetically. “It’s, uh. Small.”

New (ao3) - cornflowerblue (@daydadahlias) luke/ashton E

Summary: Luke doesn’t remember whose idea it was to chain him to the fucking ceiling but he’s decided he’s going to get their name and send them a goddamn fruit basket, because he has never seen Ashton look at him like this before, and he has that crew member to thank.

stretch and flex (ao3) - @kaleidoscopeminds luke/calum E

Summary: What he didn’t really account for was Luke Hemmings, lead singer, being too fucking attractive for his own good.

When he first looked the band up properly Calum thought he was hot, for sure, all blonde curls and wide shoulders and unassuming smile. But he wasn’t really prepared for just how good looking he is up close; how expressive his face is, how nice his voice is, how fucking incredible his ass is. Training him is like torture, watching him get sweaty and breathless, stretching and massaging him, seeing him in a tank top and various other stages of undress.

He'd probably manage it fine, he is somehow a professional, if it weren't for the fact that Calum’s pretty sure Luke is actually starting to rile him up on purpose, wearing increasingly ripped or tiny shirts, and often asking Calum to correct his form for him when Calum’s almost positive he knows exactly how he should be performing the exercise.

He’s almost constantly flustered by this man. And it’s starting to make him shit at his job.

[the-firebird69]

The f**** is back and he's trying to time things with shower time I wonder what that's all about so we know what it is and he's a hammerhead and we are going to go ahead and start the lawsuits against him and we're going to put them in motion right now if he shows up there to stay there I'm going to call the state and they'll remove him because there's no sublet on the contract and he says he has to go after Stan and we say good they're resting all of you now I won't be long before you don't come back

We've had it with you too you know what you're doing wrong and you're a s******* and you're a mean person and you're going to pay for it with your life and we don't want to listen to your stupid s*** anymore you're a little a****** on purpose and you pay for it every time very huge huge loser to tell you not to do it or you'll disappear you disappear 5 minutes later you're doing it can you disappear again same with your ugly way and she's doing stupid s*** too oh I'm ugly and he shows she's ugly and she's losing fans they think she can't hold it and she really can't they disgustingly stupid people and we need you out of here so I'm putting orders out there right now I don't want to see this schmuck here at all and I'm going to get it done

Thor Freya

I sort of get what's happening here this guy comes up and he's unloading something and he sits there and postures and pisses him off on purpose comes out and it's supposed to be our friend's fault but he says is I don't really care about it I just don't actually want him here because he's an enemy that is messing with me and that's true too and he's messing with us and he's an enemy I don't want him there and have expressed it to them and I told them don't show up and he's showing up like five times or six times and people are calling me and telling me who's this guy and he looks like this a****** and stuff like that so I am preparing some paperwork but really people need to get them out and they paid for the rent and they have not occupied it's another different month it's not a month from the time they paid but they have not occupied since the contract has been written and they're paid up on the contract they haven't been there for 2 months and it's long enough that they're not occupying the premises furniture does not mean occupying it and nobody's been here and there's plenty of witnesses anybody can call in and say it

Stan

Olympus

[theskywalkerboy]

He is weak but he is back.

After more than a year, I find myself writing what I am feeling again. Here where nobody can judge me. Now back to the title. Someone’s back. I thought on the way na ako to forgetting George kasi I thought he was gone. Life is funny that way talaga. You thought wala na yun pala nagpahinga lang. Parang bida sa mexicanovela si George, akala mo sumabog na yung sinasakyan niyang kotse at nagshoot sa bangin pero may doctor, or lawyer, or random bachelor na pupulot sa kanya at after a very long time, he would come back, and then he will proceed to make your life a living hell ulit. Papahirapan ka ulit.  Maybe 4 or 5 months ago, I’ve been to a very dark place. dark place legit. I’ve had thoughts of “K-ing” my self. I did not try to do it because of procrastination but just having the thought of harming myself was pretty scary. Bumabalik na lang ako sa ulirat ko like-- “Shit, bakit ko naisip yun?” I even thought of harming my pets that I consider as my sons and daughters. Kumakain ako sa Bonchon that day, malinaw na malinaw sa utak ko. I ordered 2 chicken and nung sisimulan ko na yung second chicken, out of nowhere, narealize ko na kanina pa pala ako umiiyak. di lang basta iyak na tumutulo luha ko, nanginginig katawan ko sa pagpigil sa iyak ko. I was not able to finish my meal. Pinagtitinginan ako ng mga tao so I had to leave. Grabe, hiyang hiya ako noon, na para bang may nagawa akong mali, I was just minding my own meal but that happened. I was on the back ride ng traysikel paalis. I don’t remember where I was supposed to go that day, but as we were driving, a massive truck passed by sa gilid namin. It was trying to overtake the traysikel, And sobrang random, as if someone whispered and gave me that idea. “What if tumalon ako sa harap ng massive truck na yun? that would be instant and painless for sure” My body was almost about to follow the thought, I was just hanging by the back ride. I am no longer sitting. I almost jumped but I didn’t. It’s so crazy how hindi man lang ako natakot unitl the I told my self not to do it.  I don’t know who flipped the switch and all of these happened, but it just did. I was so A okay with my friends but when the party is over, when everyone goes home and I am all alone, the dark thoughts, the sad feelings, and the S**cidal ideas take over. And sobrang sad kasi di ko alam paano siya mawawala.  Di ko na ikkwento paano ko siya na-overcome, because I haven’t. I just learned how to divert my attention. How to keep my self busy. This post is not some “wiki how to” list, I’m just sharing so there’s that. Lately, naisip ko, this is almost the same experience I had before and then I’ve been in a healthy relationship and George disappeared. Then we broke up and after a few months, I’m back to where I started. I’m not one to go back to my ex but he surely helped me. I just didn’t think I would still be needing him in the future, kasi akala ko wala na si George.  Now here I am randomly swiping left and right on dating apps para lang mapainom ko si George dahil uhaw na uhaw siya, jowang jowa siya. I keep telling myself na hindi ko kailangan ng stranger to be okay, I have been independent since I am 19 and did not need anybody’s help for almost 8 years. Anong pinagkaiba ngayon? It’s sad. Sometimes, before I go to sleep, I think of how happy I could be if I can be in another healthy relationship. Someone who would take care of me, assure me that I am not alone, that I don’t have to say Hi to George every now and then. It bears repeating, someone who would take care of me. Sinasabi ko pa lang sa sarili ko, Sinusulat ko pa lang, parang sumasaya na ako, gumagaan na yung pakiramdam ko, na-eexcite na ako. Kaya inuulit ulit ko, What more if magkatotoo? I am so tired of taking care of everything by myself, It’s no fun. ang sarap sigurong i-enjoy yung mga bagay na ineenjoy ko ngayon with someone. I wanna share my little happiness. I want to share the darkness within me na tinatago ko ng tinatago. I want to let it all go with the help of that person. I just want to belong to someone.  - George

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Hit the link limit on my original series masterlist so this is part 2. Also hit the link limit on this so here is part 3.

*includes smut

Spencer x Reader Series Masterlist 1

Spencer x Reader Blurbs

Spencer x Reader Oneshots

You Know My Heart (two parter) - you’ve been in love with your playboy best friend Spencer Reid for ten long years. But when you get engaged and finally start to get over him, Spencer suddenly realises he can’t live without you and he has to stop the wedding at any cost. (Fem! Reader)

Part One

Part Two

Somewhere to Belong (Mini Series) - You and Spencer have only been dating a few months when he drops the bombshell that he wants to start a family and it throws you into turmoil. And that’s only made worse he meets five year old orphan Wren Briar and is determined to do whatever it takes to adopt her. Even if that means destroying your relationship. (Fem! Reader)

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

No Distance Left to Run (Mini Series) - Truth or Dare? A harmless teenage game gone wrong when spoken by the man holding you hostage. And when you’re feeling for your best friend come to light after fifteen years, how will you and Spencer cope in the aftermath? (Fem! Reader)

Part One - Truth or Dare?

Part Two - Never Have I Ever

Part Three - Hide and Seek

Part Four - Dominoes

Part Five - Red Light, Green Light

Me & You & Everyone We Know - Spencer Reid thought he had the perfect life. He has his two beautiful daughters, large house in the suburbs and a steady, albeit slightly unconventional marriage.

But even geniuses reserve the right to be wrong every once in while.

Now he’s struggling to adjust to life as a single divorced dad of two whilst working full time and navigating the unsteady waters of the dating world.

But his divorce left him more damaged than he’d ever admit. And you have to decide if you’re strong enough to deal with falling in love with a man who’s heart doesn’t fully belong to him. (Fem! Reader) NSFW 18+ COMPLETE

Chapter 1 - Out on the Weekend

Chapter 2 - Today My Life Begins

Chapter 3 - Brand New

Chapter 4 - Bonfire Heart*

Chapter 5 - Nobody’s Supposed to be Here*

Chapter 6 - Lonely Together

Chapter 7 - All at Once

Chapter 8 - Half of My Heart

Chapter 9 - As it Seems*

Chapter 10 - She Had the World*

Chapter 11 - No Tomorrow*

Chapter 12 - Let it Hurt

Chapter 13 - Life Ain’t Always Beautiful

Chapter 14 - Forever Winter

Chapter 15 - Happier

Chapter 16 - My Little Girl

Chapter 17 - Someone You Loved

Chapter 18 - Sandcastles*

Chapter 19 - We’re Good

Chapter 20 - First Day of My Life

Darkness Declares Glory - after his release from prison, Spencer Reid’s life spiralled into darkness with no sign of a light at the end of the tunnel. When he wakes up in a psychiatric facility with no memory of how he ended up there, you’re the only person he wants to see. But in order to do that, Spencer’s going to need to piece back together his fractured mind and face some cold hard truths. (Fem! Reader) NSFW 18+ Very Dark Themes COMPLETE

Chapter 1 - The Downward Spiral

Chapter 2 - I See a Darkness

Chapter 3 - Another Man’s Grave

Chapter 4 - How to Disappear Completely*

Chapter 5 - Checkmate

Chapter 6 - If You Could See Me Now

Chapter 7 - Diary of a Madman

Chapter 8 - Dear Agony

Chapter 9 - Don’t You Dare Forget the Sun

Chapter 10 - Welcome Oblivion

Chapter 11 - Modern Loneliness*

Chapter 12 - Entropy*

Chapter 13 - You Want a Battle? (Here’s a War)

Chapter 14 - Sympathy for the Devil

Chapter 15 - How to Save a Life

Chapter 16 - The Needle and the Damage Done

Chapter 17 - Thnks Fr Th Mmrs

Chapter 18 - Fell on Black Days

Chapter 19 - Away From the Sun

Chapter 20 - Begin Again

Chapter 21 - Leave it All Behind

Chapter 22 - Come Out Fighting

Chapter 23 - Long Promised Road

What Lies in Our Anatomy - Mini Series - when you have a one night stand with a stranger you met in a bar, you never expected to see him again. You certainly didn’t anticipate the stranger to be your new boss at the BAU.

But for you and Spencer, keeping your relationship secret from the rest of the team soon becomes the least of your worries when a face from Spencer’s past threatens to tear apart everything you’ve built together.

The truth always comes out in the end, and you have to decide how you’re going to cope in the wake of his lies. (Fem! Reader) NSFW 18+ COMPLETE

Part One - Fear (Of the Unknown)

Part Two - Losing My Religion

Part Three - As We Know It

Midnight - When Spencer Reid left the BAU after his stint in prison to pursue a more unsavoury career path, the last thing he expected was to have company on his journey. But after finding yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time, you become entangled in Spencer’s murderous web and the inadvertent Bonnie to his Clyde. Now the cops are closing in on the two of you and if you don’t act fast your torrid love story could meet its tragic demise. (Fem! Reader) NSFW 18+

Chapter 1 - Killer in the Mirror

Chapter 2 - Hourglass

Chapter 3 - Nightmare

Chapter 4 - Duality

Chapter 5 - Never Know

Chapter 6 - Raise No Fool

Chapter 7 - Go to Bed Angry

Chapter 8 - Dancing With the Devil

Chapter 9 - Who’s in Control?

Chapter 10 - Why Worry?

Chapter 11 - I’d Rather Drown

Chapter 12 - Better Than This

Chapter 13 - Different Songs

Chapter 14 - Bad Guy

Chapter 15 - The Haunting

Chapter 16 - Dangerous

Chapter 17 - Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

Chapter 18 - Uncontainable

Chapter 19 - Stitch Me Up

Chapter 20 - Unopened Windows

Chapter 21 - Miss Mysterious

Chapter 22 - Skeleton

Chapter 23 - Catch Me if You Can

Chapter 24 - Partners in Crime

Rusty - Rusty has been moved here, due to hitting the link limit.

[caleiiiii]

mcytbers as subway workers because i work at subway and i said so

i wrote this all at like 1 am im sorry

subway terminology (at least where i work)

waste out -means an item cant, or isnt, being sold, like overbaked cookies or expired milk. gets written down on a list for tax returns or smth

freezer pulls -pulling items from the freezer to the walk in fridge so they can thaw for the upcoming days

POS system -the software used for ringing up food, has a bunch of options per type of sandwich

generally 2 shift rotations , each one has a shift lead which is ur main opener or closer

characters

dream 

makes sandwiches so fast. 

how ??? 

he wraps the sandwiches immaculately as well

definitely a main closer

george 

just. disappears during a rush 

only to be found two hours later STILL doing dishes

dream and sapnap are not pleased.

sapnap 

convinces dream to waste out bread for him so he can eat it

gives ppl he likes free cookies 

terrible at wrapping sandwiches

tommy 

always works with wilbur and tubbo. always. 

he HATES freezer pulls but if he has to he can be seen SPRINTING between the freezer and the fridge

also bad at wrapping sandwiches

does all the online orders for tubbo because he cant read them well

tubbo 

loves to bake the bread and cookies

got a complaint once because he read an online order wrong so tommy always does them

hates ringing people up but loves to make the sandwhiches

technoblade

only works like 1 shift a week but its the most goddamn productive shift of anyone.

always makes sure they are selling potato soup when hes working

another main closer

wilbur

always controls the radio in the store

always works with tubbo and tommy, drives them to work

bribes others so he doesnt have to do the dishes

main opener

philza

the manager

super chill about scheduling

turns a blind eye to people “accidently” dropping cookies and wasting them out

niki

a goddess at baking the bread and cookies

never burns anything ever

everybody wants to work with her shes so nice

fundy

is really good at ringing those ppl up with 28372 coupons

horrible at making sandwiches tho

the only one that knows how to fix the soda machine when it breaks

quackity

always gets asked to translate the writing on the boxes since its in spanish 95% of the time

loves stocking the milk cooler so he can take home the expired sodas n shit

always forgets to remind customers when stuff costs extra

schlatt

that one transfer from another store that does everything

slightly wrong.

its been long enough now that he should know better but nobody wants to correct him.

eret

has tons of pins on his hat, 10/10

really good at making the wraps

always says hello when customers enter

karl

the new hire

immediately taken under sapnaps wing, much to the chagrin of dream

much more bread is now wasted out.

bbh and skeppy

regulars that are just. always there

they know all the employee gossip and get discounts on food

phil is .5 seconds away from asking them if they want a job

normal shift schedules

wilbur, tommy, tubbo (day shift)

dream, george, sapnap (night shift)

eret, niki, fundy (day shift)

technoblade, quackity, schlatt (night shift)

karl mainly works with the dteam, but jumps around

random things

the cookie incident

once tubbo accidently overbaked like 2 dozen cookies

so he and tommy ate all of them during their shift

they did not come into work the next day.

dream and techno rivalry

dream and technoblade have a rivaly about who can close and leave the store the quickest

eventually they decide to time themselves and race eachother on their respective shifts

techno wins with a time of 3 minutes before theyre officially allowed to close.

they both get yelled at by phil

technoblade’s only mistake

the only mistake technoblade has made ever was accidently leaving the bread cabinet open overnight

wilbur, tubbo, and tommy find it in the morning and have to throw all the bread out

tommy and tubbo split the bread and each leave with a garbage bag full of subway bread

wilbur still wont let techno live it down.

hacker things

once fundy hacked the POS system to give him a 100% discount

used it for about a month before someone (quackity) accidently pressed the option and snitched to phil

luckily, he just sighed and reset the system

cookie dough

wilbur comes up with the idea to pop raw cookie dough in the microwave and eat it half baked

phil comes in one day only to make -direct eye contact- with tommy as he and tubbo lick cookie dough off of some deli paper

allows it to happen as long as they pay for the dough

subway garlic bread

on a really slow day niki and eret are goofing off and create

~subway garlic bread~

it instantly becomes a secret menu favourite among employees and regulars

the bet

once skeppy bet quackity and schlatt that they wouldnt start a fake argument during rush hour

skeppy recorded the whole thing

technoblade can be seen in the backround silently making sandwiches as quackity and schlatt scream at eachother about if quackity has a “flatty patty”

phil tries to be mad but sees all the tips they made and lets is slide

sacrifices

george is the one always sacrificed to deal with the crabby middle aged moms

its his punishment for not helping during the rush.

torture

sometimes for fun wilbur takes his meal break right before the dinner rush

tommy stares at him in fury the whole time.

betting pool

none of the employees can tell if bbh and skeppy are dating

its to the point that they keep a betting chart on a white board next to the “top failure of the week” spot

subway ghost

after a few freak instances wilbur is positive that the subway is haunted and convinces phil to let him do a séance after hours

he manages to convince half the staff that the store is haunted

(the ghost is drista or smth idk aksjdhajk)

top failure of the week

a tally on the white board in the back room of who dropped/wasted out thw most items

sapnap has the record top failure of the week, dropping a total of 42 loaves of bread in a week

schlatt got put on the board once. never again.

enamel pins

tubbo finds a enamel pin of a bee that he puts on his visor

its not technically allowed but phil lets him do it anyway :)

bandanas

tommy and tubbo take subway bandanas from the back room and initial them before trading with eachother

nobody comments that theyre not technically allowed to have a hat and a bandana

the war

at some point a rivalry breaks out between the day staff

wilbur, tommy, tubbo, niki, eret, and fundy

and the night staff

dream, sapnap, george (techno, karl, schlatt, and quackity stay out of it)

what starts out tame eventually leads to workers purposely messing up stuff for the next shift to deal with, like not stocking the fridge or mopping the floor 

at some point eret switches to the night shift

the day shift does not take it well.

 after about 2 weeks phil is forced to step in as the store quality starts to go downhill

he closes the store for a day and makes everyone clean it u

 techno watches from outside the windows with a bag of popcorn

pogway

tommy starts placing the stickers they use to wrap sandwiches everywhere with the words “pogway” on them

everyone can tell its his handwriting but no one can catch him placing the stickers

phil even checked the cameras, still no trace of him

subway gun

sometimes tommy goes around spraying others with a spray bottle full of water used on the bread

he calls it the “subway gun”

wilbur gets fed up hides it in the freezer overnight

thats all for now! if i come up with anything else i might add it lol

EDIT PART 2 IS NOW OUT

[thishintoflove]

“I Think He Knows” - A Kingsman Fanfic

TSwift Songfic Week Day 5

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x M!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Explicit (Pining, dirty talk, hand jobs, oral sex)

A/N: I feel like there’s a lack of M/M in the Pedro cinematic universe fandom, so here’s some bisexual Whiskey having a good time with a fellow male agent.

Summary: You and Agent Whiskey are paired together for an out-of-state mission. On your last night, your pining and his flirting finally come to a head.

I think he knows his hands around

A cold glass

Make me wanna know that body

Like it's mine

The mission was long but you were finally finished with it. Three weeks in Dallas were more than enough for you, and you were looking forward to getting home to your own bed and your own office in Kentucky. You were aching for the privacy it offered, after spending almost a month sharing a hotel room with your fellow agent. This time you’d been paired up with Agent Whiskey, and because of that you were glad the trip was almost over.

It’s not because Agent Whiskey- Jack - was incapable. Quite the opposite. He was extremely efficient and good at his job but he was also… extremely attractive. Which was a huge distraction.

You took pride in being a capable agent but Jack and his pretty face compromised that. You’ve never been in a situation like this before. Lusting over your coworker felt extremely unprofessional, but it was impossible to ignore him. He was an in-your-face kind of guy, always butting in with a comment or joke, always using his body as a weapon. He’d lounge around your shared hotel room in nothing but a thin towel, his wet hair draped across his forehead, and you swear he did it on purpose. The man knew how attractive he was and he obviously loved flaunting it.

He was tall and tan, with soft brown hair, a pair of beautiful round eyes that seemed to sparkle with amusement, and a smile that made your knees weak. The downside was that his smile made just about everyone weak. You were living in your own personal hell. Every single day having to watch Jack be attractive without even trying, and then watch as everyone in his vicinity tried to flirt with him. Tonight he was wearing a black leather jacket and extremely tight jeans, looking more like a movie star than an undercover agent. The man could pull off anything. It’s actually unfair.

You were out at some dive bar, celebrating the end to a successful mission before flying home tomorrow. It was Jack’s idea of course, but you’d agreed because you needed a stiff drink after these three long weeks and honestly you couldn’t say no to him.

“Another round, kid?”

You glanced up and saw him staring at you, a twinkle in his bright eyes. His hand gripped his empty whiskey glass and you eyed your own half-full drink. You couldn’t throw it back like him.

“I’m good for now,” you answered.

He nodded and slapped you on the shoulder as he stood up, “I’ll get you another one anyway. You better finish that by the time I get back.”

You sighed as you watched him walk away. His ass looked fantastic in those jeans. All the training and harsh exercise routines that Champ put the team through really worked for him. No wonder he could get any pretty thing he wanted.

Speaking of which, he seemed to have turned his affections on someone else. You groaned, your eyes never wavering from where Jack stood. He was currently making small talk with the pretty brunette bartender. He was giving her the full Whiskey treatment- gazing at her with those soft, mocha-colored puppy dog eyes and giving her a charming half-grin. Watching him flirt was simultaneously entertaining and torturous. He threw his head back, laughing at some dumb joke the bartender must have said, and you almost growled out loud as you hungrily stared at his neck.

Stupid horny bastard.

He got that boyish look that I like in a man

I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans

It's like I'm seventeen, nobody understands

No one understands

You were getting really sick of hiding your partial hard-ons and jacking off in the cold shower, but everything the man did was hot. The deep voice and accent alone were enough to get you going on most days. God, you hadn’t felt like this since high school.

If Jack noticed you staring or caught on to the fact that you took extra long showers, he didn’t say anything. You were openly out at the agency and your sexuality wasn’t a secret. When you first joined the Statesmen, you felt you had something to prove at work, as if you had to demonstrate your masculinity by keeping up with the largest members of the team. But you’ve excelled in your role for years now and you were beyond proving yourself at this point. You were just glad that Agent Whiskey wasn’t one of the people who cared that you liked men.

In fact, he treated you just like he treated everyone-- this meant he wasn’t shy about flirting and teasing you. Sometimes it seemed like he was coming onto you, but you had to remind yourself that he was like that with everyone-- you weren’t special and there was no way he was actually interested.

Before falling asleep each night, you’d listen to Jack’s soft snores and run scenarios through your head of every possible way that you could share your feelings. You thought about all of the things you could say, and all of the ways Jack could react. It was agonizing but your analytical mind couldn’t stop. You wished you had the courage to just ask him out. The worst that could happen is he’d say ‘no’ and maybe request to never work with you again, but then at least you’d be free of him.

Wanna see what's under that attitude

Like, I want you, bless my soul

And I ain't gotta tell him

I think he knows

A loud laugh suddenly interrupted your thoughts and you looked over to the bar again. The bartender was giggling and grasping at Jack’s arm. The sight made your stomach turn, and you made a quick decision to get out of there before you had to watch them start making out over the bar.

You stepped up next to Jack and finally drew his attention away from the girl.

“Hey, hold off on my drink. I’m gonna head out,” you told him.

“What? Come on now, it’s so early!”

“Yeah. I just don’t really feel like hanging out anymore. I’ll see you back there.”

Before Jack could respond, you threw down some cash on the bar and turned away. You were already across the floor and on your way out the door when a hand on your arm stopped you.

“Hey. Are you pissed at me or something?”

“No,” you muttered, trying to ignore the shot of arousal you felt when he grabbed you, “I just don’t feel like sitting in the corner, watching you flirt with some chick.”

You tried to turn away from him, but Jack let out a quiet “ohhh” of understanding. His grip on your arm tightened.

“We’ve been on this mission for weeks now, and on our last night you finally decide to say something?” Jack laughed, turning you around so you were facing him again. He invaded your personal space, ducking his head and trailing his nose along your neck and jaw.

“What?” you asked, confused because he couldn’t possibly mean...

“You're so slow, that’s what,” Jack mumbled, his lips tracing along your neck. It felt amazing, but... was Jack- your fellow agent and known womanizer- really nuzzling your neck right now?

“I'm confused, are you really into this?” you asked again, trying to hold back a moan. Jack pulled away and looked at you with huge eyes.

“God, you’re an idiot. I've been sending you obvious signs, makin’ eyes at you and showing off what I got, and now I'm literally biting your neck, and you're still asking?” Jack said incredulously. You searched his face and saw eyes that were filled with desperation and lust.

“I just assumed…”

“I like it both ways, kid. Is that clear enough for you?”

He then took one step forward and kissed you fully on the lips. There was only a moment of shock before you melted into the kiss, pressing your bodies closer and running your hands over Jack’s shoulders and back. All of your worries disappeared then. You didn't feel the terrible anxiety that constantly filled you with dread. Your mind stopped frantically thinking about every possible worst case scenario. Everything stopped. There was only Jack.

“Oh ohhhh right. Yeah I’m an idiot,” you quietly mumbled against his lips, “Want to go back to the hotel?”

“Fuckin’ finally,” he replied with a grin.

Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh

We can follow the sparks, I'll drive

So where we gonna go?

I whisper in the dark

You weren’t sure how you made it back to the hotel so quickly, but as soon as you tumbled through the door, Jack had you pinned to the bed underneath him. His hands roamed all over your torso, and he pulled the shirt over your head and tossed it aside before quickly doing the same to his own. The room was filled with your little whimpers every time Jack ground his hips against yours. You stared up at him, his lips swollen and red bitten and eyes blown with lust, and you were positive that you looked just as debauched. He looked just as beautiful hovering over you as you’d always imagined, and you wanted to feel him everywhere.

“More,” you whined, canting your hips up into Jack’s.

He groaned and trailed his hands down your chest, his fingers brushing against your nipples, causing a moan to slip from your mouth. He continued his journey down until he reached the fly of your jeans.

“Lift up,” Jack mumbled, leaning in to kiss your neck as he tried to tug your pants down. You obeyed and soon your pants and your boxers were off, leaving you completely exposed.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he moaned, his fingers barely brushing over your erection, “You’re even prettier than I thought, darlin’.”

You groaned, pushing your body closer to Jack’s. As his hand slowly learned the feel of your cock, your own hands wandered all over his body. From his strong shoulders to his muscular back, to his waist, his hips, his thick thighs. You slipped one hand into his jeans to grab his ass, finally getting the chance to touch the part of Jack’s body you’d fantasized about the most. You could feel his clothed erection rubbing against your thigh as Jack continued steadily stroking your cock.

“Jack,” you whimpered, gazing into his dark, lust-filled eyes. You were barely able to control your thoughts properly since Jack’s pace was getting quicker and way too distracting. He grinned down at you.

“This good, baby? You want it a little rougher?” he asked, a groan slipping from his lips as you squeezed his ass in response.

Jack pushed forward and kissed you harder this time, moving his hand faster along your cock. Then he kissed his way down your neck, sucking and nipping all your sensitive spots. Suddenly he bit down hard on the skin between your neck and shoulder, following it up with a long lick with his wide tongue. That show of possessiveness was enough to push you right to the edge. You cried out as pleasure tore through you, coming in ropes all over Jack’s large hand. You gasped for breath, your chest rising and falling as your head lolled against the pillows.

Jack hovered over you, continuing to kiss your neck and upper chest as you came down from your high. “I’ve been told I’m good with my hands, can I get a confirmation on that, darlin'?“ he asked with a cocky grin.

Your eyes blinked open and you smirked at him. “You’ve got the confirmation all over your hand.”

“Ooooh, so he’s mouthy all of a sudden. Guess I just had to get you in bed to see the sassy side of you, huh?” Jack tutted.

“I’ll show you mouthy,” you muttered, blushing at the stupid euphemism even as you trailed a line of kisses down Jack’s sternum and belly.

When you reached the top of his jeans, you surprised your fellow agent by flipping him over and yanking his pants down in one fluid motion. Jack growled at the switch, but when you took his cock into your mouth, he gasped and surged forward. You enjoyed the desperate moan he made as you swallowed him completely, his hips bucking into your mouth. But you wanted to take your time with this. You grasped his hip bone with one hand and held him down, before pulling off his cock and moving to lightly lick his balls. Jack was making beautiful, desperate noises and you loved the idea that this strong, confident agent was falling apart because of you. You smiled against him and swiped your tongue along the bottom of his shaft before taking him fully into your mouth again.

“Holy hell, you’re fuckin’ amazing,“ Jack groaned as you bobbed up and down on his cock, “I’m so close-”

You sucked harder and reached your other hand down to fondle his balls again as Jack thrust into your mouth. Soon he was arching forward and shouting your name. You let him come in your mouth, swallowing his seed down like it was another shot at the bar.

When you looked up at Jack from between his legs, you grinned. He had his head tilted back, one hand thrown across his mouth as he stared at the ceiling, breathing heavily. When he felt your eyes on him, he looked down at you with a satisfied smile.

“Damn, that was…”

“Amazing,” you cut him off, “Even better than I imagined.”

“So you imagined it, huh?”

Unable to control the urge any longer, you leaned forward and pulled Jack into a sweet, affectionate kiss. You ran your fingers through his soft hair and you could feel him grinning the whole time. When you finally pulled back, he was still smiling but he also looked a bit confused.

“Why haven’t we done this sooner?” he asked.

“I was convinced you were straight. I’ve been a fucking mess trying to decide if I should say something or not,” you replied.

Jack hummed and reached for you, but you chuckled and pulled away.

“You need a shower,” you said, “Then we can talk some more.”

“Only if you join me, sugar...”

I want you, bless my soul

I ain't gotta tell him

I think he knows

[afro-hispwriter]

ALICIA CLARK X FEM DIXON READER

After Ricks disappearance (twd) and Fixing the plane era(ftwd)

F/I- first initial

Warnings- language, implied smut

a/n- i wrote this a long time ago, its been posted on on wattpad for a while so i decided to post it on here… Enjoy!

Rick was gone, things were falling apart. Your dad, Daryl left the communities to join search parties all the way until he was the last one searching. Michonne and you wanted to keep looking but her pregnancy was to far along, and you basically took care of her and Judith. The atmosphere feels familiar just like when Carl died, you and him were best friends, you supported him in every one of this decisions even helped him get with Enid.

But this felt worse.

The person who has made sure everybody survives is dead. The man who was a mentor to you, the man who saved your father in countless occasions is dead. Morgan left almost 2 years ago and nobody heard from him. You knew Rick and him were close, he helped Rick when he came out of hospital. He deserves to know what happened and you will make sure of it.

-

"I want to go out and see the world for myself and I want to find Morgan." You said at dinner to Michonne and surprisingly who joined your dad.

"Excuse me what, you want to leave a whole state and travel to Texas just to see the world and find Morgan and for what?" Asked Michonne raising an eyebrow. Your dad sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"I agree kid. Why?" He asked looking at you.

"Ok first I'm pretty sure I'm 18, I'm supposed to be enrolling for college planning out my life, seeing what else is out there. I can take of myself of the time I have been surging in this world I can make it I'm sure if it. And second all of us know how much Rick meant to Morgan, I can go to Texas and tell him what happened maybe he will even come back even if it's for a little bit." You said enthusiastically. The adults shook their heads taking in the information.

"I'll think about it." Said your dad and Michonne nodded going back to eating.

"There's gotta be another reason you wanna leave." Said Daryl as you walked to your home.

"I already said why Dad." You said looking ahead

"No, you didn't I know ma own kid." He said stopping and he grabbed your arm so you would stop as well making you roll your eyes.

"I hate the atmosphere that is going on, it's like when Carl died but worse and I hate it. I just need to go, I need fresh air Dad, i need to see whats out there maybe even help people." You said throwing your arms in the air looking up at the sky. Daryl smiled, you would always talk about helping people when you were just 4 years old. But now that the apocalypse happened he never thought he'd actually have to let you be on your own anytime soon, maybe it was time.

"Alrigh I'll talk to Michonne tomorrow, I'll get ya that trip." He said and you smiled before pulling him into a big hug.

"Thank you father." You said and he chuckled.

-

"Ok y/n, ya have a high range walkie(i know those don't exist for very long distances)for when you get farther and farther away from ere and you have food to last a month or so and water for a week or two. And gas in the car to last Ya couple miles at least to get out of Virginia. A map, a gun with 2 rounds, and please try to put notes or something out there to tell me your alive, please I don't want to go out lookin for ya. Cant loose you kid." Said your dad who it was clear was very nervous on letting you leave.

"I'll be fine dad, I have been taught from the best of the best." You said and then you saw his eyes water.

"No, no dad don't cry because then I will. We have to be strong i promise I'll be fine. We agreed on 2 months if I'm gone more than that or if you don't hear from me when those months come to an end you come looking for me." You said holding back the tears.

"I know kid, I know it's just ya growin to fast." He said looking at you.

"Fuck it come ere kid." He said and pulled you in for a tight hug. You hugged him back hard, soaking up his affection, which definitely doesn't come everyday. You pulled away and looked up at him.

"I'll be fine dad ok, I'll be back." You said and backed up, everybody stood around and you waved before looking at Michonne and pointed at her belly.

"I better be godmother when I come back." You said smiling

"Yes ma'am." She said with a smile on her face. You got in the car and turned it on, you had some doubts on leaving but knew this has to happen. Your dad came to the window and leaned on it and you took in a breathe.

"Please don't loose yourself, if you have to stop stop. Don't leave the people who care about you." You told your dad and he sighed knowing exactly what you meant by that. He was looking for Rick so much it was taking him away from you. Daryl stepped back and you smiled at everybody and waved.

"I'll be back in 2 months I promise." You announced and they all smiled, you put the car in drive and drove off watching the gates close behind you.

"Y/n can you hear me." Your dad said over the walkie and you grabbed it.

"Yeah dad I can hear you."

-

You got to Tennessee right before the car stopped. You sighed and looked around to see if there was anything a car or a store. You grabbed the walkie and took in a breathe, please work, you thought.

"Dad can you hear me?" You asked and heard static then his voice.

"Ya I can, ya alright?" He asked

"Ya I'm fine, I'm in Tennessee but I think that soon probably a couple more miles you won't be able to hear me so im starting with the notes." You said and held back tears.

"Alright I love ya." You heard him sniffile before the walkie went out.

"I love you to dad." You said and out the walkie away and grabbed the pack. You opened the pack and grabbed the note book and pen. You wrote, STILL ALIVE- F/I, and looked for a place to put it. After an hour you found a gas station and put the note on the counter under a rock.

"Dad not sure if you can hear me but, if you do come for me I'm leaving notes in stores." You put the walkie back and grabbed your knife and stabbed a walker that came for you.

-

Almost 13 days (that's what google said). 13 days and nights of running and hiding from herds. Avoiding people, some you had to kill. Your feet hurt even after taking a days break in Arkansas but you finally have reached Texas. Not knowing where Morgan is you decided to use the walkie every few miles in. You looked at the map and Texas was huge, it could take a few weeks to find him, if he is even alive. But you needed a break so you needed to find somewhere safe. You found a house that looked safe enough so you cleared it, only 3 walkers where in it.

You set up a fire and out a can of beans over the fire. You grabbed the map and decided where you should head to next.

(A/n- I read that season 5 of fear is filmed in New Braunfels, Texas and its near Austin soon)

Austin, Texas, in school in Alexandria the teacher said Austin is pretty popular. Morgan could be there so that's where you would start. You took a 2 days rest and even found a lake to bathe in, after getting supplies you made your way to Austin. You left a note at the WELCOME TO TEXAS sign and left another at store the another. There was a hotel a little father form the house and out another there.

After a day or so you were closer to Austin and decided it's time to try with the Walkie.

"Morgan, it's Y/n I'm in Texas, I don't know if your alive but I'm here." You said and put the walkie away after no answer. You walked for what seemed hours when you saw the Austin sight and grabbed the walkie.

"Morgan I'm in Austin." You said into the walkie and decided to start trying different channels as you repeated the question though each. You tried the last channel and was about to put it away when you heard voices and your heart sped up.

"Morgan?" You asked and kept moving the circle to hear it more clearly.

"John, June you there." Someone said, it was a deep voice and noticed it was Morgan's voice.

"Morgan, Morgan, it Y/n Dixon from Alexandria, please hear me." You said pleading to yourself.

"Y/n wha-." He started. "What are you doing out here so far, where are you?" He asked.

"Umm I'm by the Welcome to Austin sign. Where are you maybe I can find you." You said and out down to the ground pulling the map out."

"I have two people close to you y/n, don't be alarmed their names are John and June." He said and you sighed.

"Ok." You said wearily.

"John, June did you hear that." Asked Morgan and a female bodice came through.

"We hear you Morgan, on our way Y/n." A man said.

"Hang tight y/n." Said Morgan and you sat back. You grabbed a paper and pen and wrote. FOUND MORGAN. You sat there for a while when a car approached and stopped next to you, you raised you knife reading to attack of nesassary. The window went down and the man and woman out there hands up.

"Hold on hold on young lady I'm John and this is June, we come to get you." John said and you hesitated.

"We won't hurt you i promise." June said. You nodded and grabbed your stuff and opened the car. You sat down and watched John and June's every move.

"So where did you come from?" Asked John and you sighed.

"Long story." You breathed out a laugh and they smiled.

"Guess we will know about it after you meet Al." Said June and you cocked your head to the side.

"Who's Al?" You asked wearily.

"She was journalist before and she interviews everybody on their stories." Said John and you nodded.

-

"Morgan, who is y/n?" Asked Alicia as she and Luciana approached him.

"She's comes from Virginia and Alexandria like me, she's around your age Alicia." Said Morgan smiling and Alicia rolled her eyes.

-

The car came to a stop out some gates and they opened. The car pulled in and people crowded around. John and June got out and your door opened revealing Morgan. You got out of the car and hugged him before pulling away to look over all the people. It was a whole bunch of little kids then a whole bunch of adults.

You looked around and your eyes fell on a very pretty girl with brown hair and hazel eyes. Her eyes where on you but they seemed defensive like yours at the moment. You felt uncomfortable and Morgan said to clear a path so you could sit down.

-

"I have been walking for almost 20 days, Car broke down when I reached Tennessee." You said to Al and she smiled. Everybody else was sitting around eating dinner as they heard your story how you arrived here.

"You have any family, back in Virginia?" She asked and you nodded.

"I have my dad, and more people who became my family, we have lost some but they will never be replaced." You said.

"Lover?" She asked and you shook your head no.

"Nope pretty much a virgin." You said and they all laughed.

Alicia started at you slowly relaxing that you were not a threat, all of them did.

"Why did you come here?" Asked Al and you sighed.

"I was 12 when the world started, I'm like 18 now. I'm supposed to be enrolling into college now, planning out my life going to go see what's out there. The apocalypse may have happened but I still want that chance. And Morgan I need to tell you something, privately." You said and he looked at you concerned. He gave Al a look and she shut the camera off then got the film. He stood up and you followed, he stopped just a few feet from everybody and waited for you to speak.

"Ricks gone." You said. "Gone not dead, just gone it's like he disappeared." You said looking down, thinking about that day.

"Wha- what how, what happened." He asked.

"Bridge explosion, he saved everybody." You said and Morgan nodded then you heard someone clear their throat.

"I'm sorry Morgan." Said June, you looked at him confused.

"I told them about Virginia, they how me and Rick go back." He said and you nodded.

"They haven't the body?" He asked and you shook your head.

"No, my dad, he has been looking out there by the bridge everyday, Michonne is pregnant with Ricks kid and she's about to give birth so she can't look anymore. And I was practically taking care of Judith so I couldn't either. And others have their own thing." You said and Morgan nodded again before walking off. You sighed and and smiled at the group.

"Anything else you guys want to know about me?" You asked and Al came forward.

"I want to know about the king and the tiger." Said Al and you nodded walking back to the fire.

-

You told everybody what you needed to know. Your guard was down long ago, you kept sneaking glances at the girl who's name is Alicia and she looked back at you as well. You got ready for bed when you were approached by Alicia.

"We never had a formal introduction, I'm Alicia Clark." She said holding her hand out and you shook it.

"Y/n Dixon."

You talked the night until you fell asleep from exhaustion. You learned about her family, all the things she has been through and you shared hers. She told you about her boyfriends and you felt a pang of jealousy, 'Gosh y/n you don't even know this girl,' you told your self. You fell asleep after an hour and Alicia put a blanket over you and whispered goodnight and left. You woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and got up. You looked in the mirror and braided your hair into two. You went outside and the people started building some type of plane. You approached Alicia as she was talking through a microphone looking at parts. She saw you approach and she smiled, you then looked up and saw a plane.

"Hey what's with the plane, didn't see that last night?" You asked Lucianna as you approached her, she smiled and sighed.

"A few weeks ago we were on a plane and we crashed landed a few miles from here, we actually came from here at first so we came back. Those kids they left biters out there tied up to keep us away, because it's not safe. We gained their trust and we are building this plane so we can get out of this place." She said sun you nodded you looked over the people and your eyes fell on him.

"Dwight?" You said sternly and he looked at you eyes widening.

"Mini Dixon, what are you doing out here?" He asked and you glared at him grabbing your knife when you felt a hang go to it, you saw Morgan shaking his head to stand down.

"What are you doing here, I thought you were dead?" You asked him.

"I'm lookin for Sherry, my wife, not trying to cause any trouble." He said and raised his good arm as a surrender. You nodded and stood down every body who watched went back to what they were doing. Alicia came in-front of you with a concerned look.

"So what's your story with him?" She asked

"He served the man who killed two people of my family and kept my father in a cage keeping him like an animal." You said looking at her with hard eyes.

You lended you knowledge on fixing things with the plane. It's clear they were grateful on your help, you fixed the engine to the best of your ability.

"Y/n want to come with me to a ware house, we need more parts." Said Alicia and you nodded. You made your way down and smiled at her.

-

Small Alicia POV

Gosh she is so beautiful. I met her yesterday and I feel like I have known her since forever. Call me crazy but I'm starting to get feelings for her already.

-

Regular POV

The butterflies in your stomach were almost painful when you were near Alicia. She was gorgeous, you felt like you could tell her everything and you almost have from Atlanta to now. You grabbed your backpack, emptying it out of anything that was worth leaving just encase. You took your knives and gun and left to find Alicia. She was waiting outside a car and got in when she saw you. You sat in the drivers seat and looked to see if anybody else was going, luckily no one was there.

"Anybody else going?" You asked and she shook her head.

"Do you have a problem with it, because I can get someone to come with us may-." She started but you shook your head no.

"I have no problem at all." You said and winked making her cheeks flush red. She drove to the warehouse and she told you the parts to look out for as well as food. You took out two walkers with your knives and looked back to see Alicia looking at you with awe.

"Never taken out biters with knives really." She said chuckling. You looked down and saw a metal pole that was sharpened at the edges.

"Well I mean that pole is badass, where did you get it, might need to get myself one." You asked.

"A water park." She said smiling and you nodded.

"Alright tell you what I teach you how to fight with knifes and we stay a little longer to find a pole similar to yours. Deal?" you asked holding your hand out. She thought for a second and took your hand and shook it.

"Ok come here stand in-front of me." You said as two walkers approached you both. She stood infront of you and you handed her your knives, you stood close to her.

"Now, you going to want to dodge them, go in between them. Remember you have to use strength to kill them just cant push it in. I'll be here just encase." You said. The walkers go closer and Alicia tightened her grip on the knives.

"Go you said." And she ducked as they swung at her, you backed up out of reach then one by one they were both put out.

"That was great, remember you gotta faster and if you have someone behind you, let's say as kid you have to push them back, maybe use you leg or arm. Even an adult if they don't notice you have to act quick." You said and she nodded cleaning the knives.

"Thanks I'll definitely use that, after I find knives." She said.

"If you can get a hunting knife there much stronger and lighter." You said and she nodded. You found a majority of the parts needed and headed back to the car.

"I found this." She said and handed you a metal pole with holes in it. You grabbed it and smiled at you, you got one of your knives and it's holster and handed it to her.

"Thank you Alicia, as a true thanks here's one of my knives, work with one just for now you will go better I just know of it." You said and she smiled brightly.

"Thank you, now let's get back and we can sharpen the edge." She said and started the car.

You kissed her cheek and pulled back getting a red face. You looked at her though the corner of your eye and saw her face was red.

-

When you arrived back to the truck stop, she helped sharpen the metal pole. You and her had a flirty thing going on for the rest of the month until you started feeling sexual tension start to arise. The stares would last long as well as lingering touches, she thought you how to use the pole and you taught her knives. Everybody shared their knowledge with you and you did with them.

The plane was just about finished when you realized if they finish the plane you may loose them, loose her.

"So, where do you guys plan on going after getting the rest of your group?" You asked Alicia as she ate dinner, sitting on the ground.

"Not sure, definitely leave this area." She said and you nodded seeing how bad the area is, you sat down next to her and she offered some of her dinner but you waved it off.

"Maybe fly to Virginia." She said lowly and you looked at her like she was crazy.

"I'm just playing can't risk another crash, especially where the girl I likes home is." She said and looked at you. Your face went red and the butterflies in your stomach, she grabbed your chin and pulled your face closer to hers.

"Y/n Dixon I like you a lot, it's ok if you don't but-." She said but you silenced her with a kiss. She pulled you in harder making you moan, she set her dinner down and you pushed her on the ground, straddling her. You looked up and saw there were people still around so you pulled away.

"Want to take me to your tent?" You asked and she nodded, you got off her and held your hand out which she gladly took. She led you to her tent opening it and pulled you inside. You slid your shirt off and she did the same.

She looked at yours left arm and stomach and noticed a beautiful tattoos.

(This but all around the forearm)

(Something like that)

"Didn't know you had tattoos." She said and scratched her head.

"Oh yeah... do they bother you?" You asked.

"No no they are actually really hot." She said making you blush. You walked over to her and pushed her onto the makeshift bed.

"Wait crap I've never had sex with-." She started and you kissed her.

"It's ok, I'll teach you." You said and she looked at you confused.

"After Carl died, his girlfriend, Enid, and me got close and we ended up in bed together. It was just one night didn't mean anything." You said and stroked her hair.

"Didn't say that in the interview." She said and leaned back letting you crawl on top of her.

"Some things are just not to be meant to be said." You said and winked at her. You went down and captured her lips, she raised her hands and caressed your sides. You laid down on her putting your weight on her body making her moan.

"Just relax let me do the work." You said and trailed down her stomach.

a/n- once ftwd season 6 comes to hulu I’ll be able to continue my part 2

[trashexplorer]

BLCD Review: Kurui Naku no wa Boku no Ban; β３

Title: Kurui Naku no wa Boku no Ban; β2 (狂い鳴くのは僕の番；β3)

Author/Artist: Kusabi Keri

Release Date: 2021/04/21

Cast:

Shingaki Tarusuke + Nakajima Yoshiki x Kobayashi Yuusuke

Furukawa Makoto x Shirai Yuusuke

Kawahara Yoshihisa

Synopsis: Third installment of the Beta series nobody asked for.

Review Proper

It’s Controversial Reviews: Season 3!

It took me 5 months to get to this point. Five. EDIT: It’s now been EIGHT MONTHS. My known dislike for this series aside, I’ve actually listened to Torokete Otoshite Jigoku Made before this, which Shingaki Tarusuke and Tachibana Shinnosuke stars in, (courtesy of my lovely Mimi) that I was horrified to listen to Shingaki here. He did pretty badly on that one, and I had a big feeling that he was going to sound bad here, too. I was even contemplating on just skipping this one altogether ‘cause I also knew that I was not going to enjoy his performance in Tsunaida later. Ono, Shingaki, is something the matter? Wasn’t SatoTaku the one struggling in 2020 and you two were the highlights? Why is it reversed now? Lmao.

Going back to the plot, I won’t talk about it too much ‘cause I don’t want to spoil it for anyone else since it is the third and last volume. Not me really wanting to just post memes about how much I hated this shit and call it a day. I will say that out of all the omegaverse series spin-off that came out when this did, this was the most unmoving and not well thought out—it’s literally a poor man’s Romantic Joutou. And, although it ran for three volumes, it was so rushed regardless. But I guess it wouldn’t be a Kusabi Keri work if it wasn’t. 🤷 Man, and here I was readying for another bar fight with the people who come to my replies trying to defend whatever the fuck the omega’s name here was, but they’ve disappeared.

Listen, the villains here are so un-fucking-believable, it’s almost funny. Co-workers throwing shade at that pussy ass bitch right in front of his face and their bosses? Excuse me? That never happens! And all the more that it won’t ‘cause it’s no secret that Utou dotes on their omegas. The fuck is that? Shiratori, the main antagonist, also has the lamest reason behind his revenge on Utou. “HoW’s It FeEL? To have your work and the person you love get taken away from you?” SCRATCH WHAT I SAID IN THE BEGINNING OF THIS PARAGRAPH. I’M SPOILING IT SO YOU DON’T HAVE TO READ IT.

Listen, listen. Shiratori really was pissy seeing how Utou hangs out so freely with omegas because he was in love with his TWIN BROTHER WHO HAPPENS TO BE AN OMEGA THAT GETS SENT AWAY TO BE PAIRED WITH SOMEONE ELSE BECAUSE THEIR DAD DOESN’T WANT TO ACCEPT THEIR RELATIONSHIP. I MEAN, DUH?! See, I would understand if Shiratori was jelly seeing Utou fucking any one of his many siblings who happens to be an omega, BUT NO! SHIRATORI’S THE ONLY BROTHER FUCKER HERE! He literally has 0 justifiable reasons behind his actions! What kind of dumbass villain is that, Kusabi Keri?! I mean, I don’t condone the isolation of his brother and their father’s discrimination towards omegas, but their father probably didn’t want to risk a scandal about his sons fucking each other, right??? This ain’t about your genders, dumbass, it’s you being a brother fucker!!!

AND, JUST LIKE WHAT I EXPECTED IN MY REVIEW FOR THE SECOND VOLUME, UTOU REALLY DID APOLOGIZE FOR EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED WHEN NONE OF IT WAS HIS GODDAMN FAULT! LITERALLY NOBODY ELSE APOLOGIZED EXCEPT FOR HIM! WHAT THE FUCK? 

And I know some of yall might like boohoo sex, but all of it was so rushed, I had vomit coming out of my nose from cringing. Don’t even get me started with that part when they have boohoo sex in front of Shiratori—

Breathe, Cheska, breathe.

Okay, enough with the plot. Let’s jump into the technicalities now ‘cause too much rage is not good for my fragile health—fuck that. I just remembered how Kawahara underperformed here when he wasn’t even a lead. I hate this franchise. Anyway, everyone else did great as expected. I honestly loved how Shingaki’s Utou proposed to Sumi here. It was the smoothest thing wtf, and it’s literally the sole highlight of this whole shitshow apart from Karasuma-san’s and Takaba’s appearance. As for the accuracy to the manga, I can’t say much since I haven’t read the raws until I started typing this review. I actually couldn’t move on with my review because of this very reason. I mean, who the heck would want to go through that hell for the second time? 

I do have to admit that it’s a bit confusing to only listen to the BLCD without knowing context ‘cause there were instances where they would be warning Utou and Sumi about the consequences of voiding Sumi’s bond with Shiratori, and they don’t explain it fully. I might have missed it along the way, but I only remember the doctor saying “surgery” and “it had to be removed”, so I thought that Sumi’s dick was gonna get removed HAHAHAHA my dick fell off. I did manage to piece together that he was never gonna get another bond, will forever have his heat, and that he probably won’t live a long life, but lmao deserved.

I hate this for the nth time, and I hope Shingaki and Makonyan recognize my undying love for them. Also, I do have to add that we gotta stan Shirai Yuusuke’s Karasuma-san because that man omg. You gotta listen to him say, “I’m gonna have a smoke” and end up smokin’ dick instead. 

I’m still mad that Otou-san and Sumi were able to have children while Miyabi and Takaba could not (I am hopeful tho). They deserve it, dang it.

In conclusion, I hate this plot-wise, but if you’re a fan of this, break a leg. It’s a pretty good adaptation. Thank fuck it’s the end and I can now delete Sumi and Shiratori’s existence out of my life. If you’re in search of another good omegaverse adaptation which features betas, I’d highly suggest Romantic Joutou and -wait for it- Kashikomarimashita Destiny. Both are award-winning, so satisfaction guaranteed!

[ijenoyou]

It’s you again. one.

bucky barnes x stark!reader.

summary; when Bucky sees you again a few months after the blip he can’t help but remember his past lover.

warnings; spoilers from the serie hehe prob angst & fluff ig lol mentions of tony’s death

notes; soooo it’s been a while since i’ve written something sooo this might suck ass lol anyways remember english isn’t my first language sooo yeah enjoy :D

You were too tired to keep your eyes open, your body kept on swaying until you finally gave up making your head land on Bucky’s shoulder. His conversation with Sam getting interrupted when he felt your arms hug his metal arm.

Sharon had a smirk on her face and decided to start getting prepared for a meeting she had. “I have stuff to do so why don’t you guys enjoy the party? And don’t cause any trouble.” She said before leaving the room.

Sam stood up and began walking towards the door with Zemo following him. “You coming?” He asked his new partner.

“Uh, yeah, just let me lay her down.” Bucky answered and took your head carefully, guiding your body to lay properly on the couch, you were still holding onto his arm so he took one of the matching cushions of the couch and gave it to you so your arms could let go of his.

He took his jacket off and decided to cover you with it, making sure your back and arms were under it. He softly smiled and placed a piece of hair behind your ear so it wouldn’t tickle your face.

After that he turned around and saw both Sam and Zemo looking at him a subtle smirk. “What?”

“I’ve never seen you being so gentle.” He mocked gaining a groan from Bucky. “What’s up with that? Since the whole mission started you have been acting weird, is it because of Stark?”

“Depends on which one you’re talking about.” Bucky took one last glance at your sleeping figure.

“Her.”

Sighing, Bucky massaged his temple. “I need a drink first.”

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Back on Zemo’s private jet you decided to give everyone the cold shoulder, angry at them for leaving you without saying anything or at least leaving a note. You could’ve helped them with the hundreds of mercenaries that attacked them. Zemo placed a plate with food on it in front of you and gave you a small smile, trying to make you feel at ease.

Walking down the street with Zemo like nothings wrong made you feel on edge. Thinking that maybe the new copy of Steve would appear and make things harder but you kept on wishing that it wouldn’t be the case. Zemo lead the group to a unknown building.

“I’m gonna go on a walk.” Bucky said out of nowhere.

“Take Y/N with you, don’t what could happen.” Sam said and took your shoulder.

You rolled your eyes. “Sam, he can take care of himself.” Taking his hand off your shoulder you began walking to the buildings door, leaving everyone behind.

“See you guys in a bit.”

He came back after a few minutes and started talking about how the wakandians are looking for Zemo.

All of this mess made you wonder why were you there in the first place. Sure, you had nothing to do since your father died and also coming back after 5 years, didn’t help at all. But maybe you were there because Sam called, he was the only one who tried to search for you when you decided to disappear.

“Your TT would be proud of you.” Zemo’s voice brought you back into reality after watching their whole conversation and play it on your mind.

“What’s a TT?” You asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“Whatever, we need to get moving.” Sam spoke dismissing the question you made.

You weren’t sure if the plan would work, searching for Donya was harder that you could think of and it definitively made you wonder what could go wrong if anyone from the group made a mistake. And losing your powers didn’t help the situation at all. But that’s a secret. Nobody knows you lost them and the most important thing, nobody knows you’re slowly dying. So maybe that’s one of the reasons you decided to help Sam, doing a last mission until your body gives up. You just hoped you get to finish the mission and not die in the middle of it.

But now, you had to worry about another thing. And that is John Walker, getting himself in things he doesn’t understand nor is involved in. Waiting for Sam next to him wasn’t the best moment in your life, the only thing you could do was stare at him with dislike written on your face.

Feelings like your skins burned you decided to start rubbing the sides of your neck and Bucky didn’t let that pass through blind eyes.

“Are you okay?” Bucky asks with a bit of concern filling his voice.

“Uh, yeah.” You cleared your throat. “I’m probably getting sick, don’t worry.”

Before Bucky could say anything else, Walker decided to put the mission on risk and walk inside the building Sam and Karli were having a conversation. You extended your hand to hold John by the shoulder.

“Why don’t you go and take a seat? You’re going to ruin the plan if you walk inside.” You spoke, trying to hold in the pain and burning under your skin.

John pushed you and entered the building.

And just like that, the whole situation became a mess. Ruining and shouting, the only thing you had become used to in these days.

The Dora Milaje were now your only solution. And they definitely know how to make a good entrance.

“Why don’t you relax pal?” You said to John before he gets himself hurt by the Dora Milaje, but it was too late, he placed his hand on Ayo’s shoulder. Big mistake.

You decided to sit back and watch them fight, you and Zemo exchanged looks, you gave him a nod, letting him go to the bathroom and possibly run away.

“I told you to relax, it’s what you deserve for being an ass.” You spoke with mock towards John.

Before the Dora Milaje could leave, Ayo turned her head to you and extended her hand, which was holding a stick, just like the ones the Dora Milaje use but it looked different.

“Here, Shuri told me to give it to you.” You took it and placed on your back.

Now it was only Sam, Bucky and you.

You were too tired to keep going, there’s was no point in being there without powers, you could barely fight and it made you angry. But what made you feel even worse is that you didn’t know what was causing it and seeing your body fill in with different colored lines brought back some bad memories.

Tony was well-know for not sharing his feelings or thoughts. And that made it harder for you to help him. Being at a young age didn’t matter, you did understand what was happening to him, slowly dying by the toxins coming from his reactor.

Seeing the lines in his neck will always haunt you for the rest of your life. The worst part of it is that you couldn’t tell anyone about it, he made you promise not to tell Pepper or Happy and that also caused you some trauma. He made you believe you couldn’t vent out your problems to your family or friends. You didn’t have anyone. Not even Pepper. You decided not to bother her or Morgan with the “My adoptive dad died and I have no one else” act. So it was really hard to say anything to Bucky or Sam, you didn’t want them to know that your body is not the same since you fought against Thanos.

“Go to Sarah’s, I’ll tell her to receive you back at home, okay?” Sam took both of your shoulders. “You don’t look so well, let Buck and I finish this and then call me when you feel better.”

You nodded and decided to leave immediately. Before you could go, Bucky took your arm, grabbing your attention.

“Be careful, if something happens call me immediately.” He said in a serious tone. You pushed his hand off you and muttered a small yes.

Bucky’s eyes didn’t leave your figure until it disappeared behind doors. Sighing he took a seat on the coach.

“I think it’s time for you to tell me what’s happening between you and Y/N.” Sam demanded while crossing his arms.

Nodding, Bucky tapped the seat next to him, indicating Sam to sit there so he could start speaking.

“I’ve known her even before the mess at the airport started.” Bucky started to slowly speak. “Or at least her face.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Y/N, she looks like someone I used to know back in the 40s, her name was Sophia.” He explained with clear pain showing in his eyes. “Sophia and I met while I was preparing to become a soldier, she was a nurse back then.”

“What happened to her?” Sam asked with wonder running in his mind. He wanted to ask more questions about this person.

“Died of old age. I fell in love with her, but never saw Sophie again, after Steve rescued me I tried searching for her but nobody knew what happened to her and just decided not to tell anyone about it.”

“Not even Steve?”

Bucky shook his head and sighed. “When I saw Y/N back at the airport I thought my mind was playing games with me and that’s why I never touched her when Y/N and Tony decided to go against Steve and I.”

Sam patted his friends back, trying to bring him some kind of comfort but it didn’t help.

“And I’m just frustrated because I don’t know why she looks like Sophie, I asked the wakandians if they could find any information about Sophie and they found about her family, she had two kids and one of them had a girl.” Bucky bit his lips, trying to see if he could continue the story.

“You don’t have to tell me everything Buck, if it’s hard for you then you ca—“

Bucky’s voice interrupted him. “It’s fine. You see, everyone knows Tony adopted her, so it felt like there only was one answer. She had to be the daughter of Sophie’s children but then it was another death end. I recently found out that she’s not from Sophie’s family. It’s just fate I guess.”

“Maybe the destiny is giving you another chance to be with her.” Sam tried to give a good answer to him after what he said.

“I don’t think so but if it is that way, then I don’t deserve it”

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS DAYLIGHT Vol. 2 Sakamaki Shuu [Track 5 + Epilogue]

Original title: 愛しうる限り & エピローグ

Source: Diabolik Lovers Daylight Vol. 2 Sakamaki Shuu

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Toriumi Kousuke

Translator’s note: This CD really did deliver near the very end and tugged onto my heartstrings BIG TIME. Shuu being honest with myself and realizing just how much he loves the MC is honestly one of my favorite things in the world. ;w; He definitely solidified himself as nr. 2 in my heart once more. (Sorry Shuu, Subaru will forever be number one. <3)

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5 + Epilogue

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Track 5: As Long as our Love Lasts

Shuu is playing the violin again.

( At some point, I grew tired of counting, or even thinking about how many times I had played the same song, or how many days - or perhaps even months - had passed since she fell into a deep slumber. )

*Snap*

“Oh...The string...I haven’t taken care of this thing for a while, so I guess this was bound to happen. ...In the end, my song never reached you, huh?”

*Thud*

He walks over to the bed.

“I’ve honestly seen enough...of this never-changing expression. I wish I could have seen a glimpse of your past self for one last time, but I guess it can’t be helped.”

He takes a seat.

*Rustle*

“I’m sure you’re aware, but I always hated being waken up from my naps. Therefore, hearing your approaching footsteps was the most annoying sound in the world to me. However, having your face be the very first thing I saw when I opened my eyes after you interrupted my sleep, honestly wasn’t half bad. ...Just the fact I felt that way, means that you must have at least meant something to me. 

...If you were to ask me the same question you did before, then I would probably give you the following answer. ーー You are special to me. Not because your blood is delicious. You are the only woman on this planet who I wouldn’t want to lose, even if your blood were to disappear, If only I had said these words to you back then...”

Shuu suddenly collapses onto the sheets.

*Rustle* 

“...Ah...The effects are finally kicking in, huh? ...I haven’t been getting a wink of sleep as of late...So to ensure I can finally get a sound sleep...Cough, cough...”

*Cling*

“I drank a certain drug from this bottle earlier...You’re not going to wake up anyway...So you don’t mind if I sleep alongside you, right? Even if that is an eternal slumber...When you’re with me, I don’t mind. That’s just how much Iーー...”

He scoots closer.

*Smooch*

“...love you. ...Ugh...Cough, cough...Haah, haah...I finally gave you the words you’ve been dying to hear...yet you’re missing out on them...You foolish woman...Hahaha...I guess I shouldn’t say that, huh...? Ugh...”

Shuu loses consciousness.

*Shatter*

( I lost the feeling in my limbs, before my mind went blank as well and before I knew it, I was unable to think of anything. I couldn’t fight back against my heavy eyelids. Now I can finally get some rest again. ーー That’s what I thought, yet...Aah, there it is again. I can hear her voice again. Per usual, she’s calling my name as if her life depends on it. I’ve heard this voice a million times, but in the end, it’s nothing but my mind playing tricks on me. Even if I wake up, you won’t be there anyway. Therefore, I chose eternal sleep. )

*Rustle* 

( You’re persistent...Guess you’re stubborn even within my dreams, huh? )

You continue to call his name.

( Oh come on...Just let me sleep... )

You persist.

( Like I said, pipe down. Don’t shout my name over and over... )

*Rustle rustle*

“Nn...Hm? ...Ugh...”

*Rustle*

“What do you want? I was having such a nice nap...”

*Rustle*

“Ah...Oh? You...are awake? So that wasn’t just a hallucination right now? Or rather, why are you crying?”

You tell Shuu you thought he had died.

“Died? ...Oh, right. Why am I alive as well? Did you do something?”

You continue to sob.

“I can’t tell when you’re bawling like that...Hm? The taste of your blood...lingers inside my mouth.”

You explain.

“...You frantically tried to feed me your blood thinking that might be able to bring me back to life? I won’t deny that my wounds heal quicker when I have your blood...but I didn’t think it could serve as an antidote as well. Your blood really is something else. Well, you still won against it though. ...Oi, I don’t mind if you’re crying, but give me a good look at your face.”

*Rustle*

“I’m asking you to move closer. My body still feels heavy, I can’t move. Come on, scoot over.”

You move closer.

“How long has it been...? I’m actually reflected in your eyes.”

Shuu embraces you.

“Haah...”

*Rustle*

“Keep still. I can’t put in much strength since my arms are still numb.”

You ask Shuu what happened.

“I’m the one who wants to know what happened. Honestly, what made you suddenly wake up? Is it because I finally genuinely admitted my own feelings...?”

You tilt your head to the side.

“You know, you’ve been asleep this whole time, remember?”

You look at him in surprisement.

“Don’t tell me, you didn’t have a clue?”

You nod.

“Well, it happened out of nowhere, so I guess it’s obvious considering you were unconscious as well. ...No, it’s fine if you don’t remember. That was a nightmare anyway.”

You ask him if it was rough.

“...Yeah.”

*Rustle*

“A lot happened...It was one hell of a ride. But right now, rather than letting you go...”

*Smooch*

“Haah...Come on, don’t get all surprised over a little kiss still. However, I don’t dislike that side of you either. When you were asleep, you wouldn’t react no matter how many times I did this after all.”

*Smooch*

“...What? Don’t panic.”

You note his behavior seems off.

“Weird? You’re the last person I want to hear that from though. I told you, remember? I went through a lot. That being said, it doesn’t matter. It’s just...I came to realize a few things.”

You tilt your head to the side. 

“How you felt, for example. Or how important it is to put things into words every now and then. ...And what you mean to me, I suppose. ...I believe you woke up because I finally understood those things. Well, you don’t seem to realize that yourself though. Oh, right...I should apologize while I can. I’m sorry for acting indifferent towards you up till now. I deeply regret it. Soーー”

*Rustle rustle*

“...Please don’t get upset and fall into a slumber again, it pains me”

You tell him you never meant to do that to him.

“Even if that wasn’t your intention, it still happened. And it was much more wicked than having you lash out at me or run away from home. Not to mention it was extremely bothersome. I had to look after you 24/7, right? In that regard...you really are a handful.”

You apologize.

“Haha...You don’t need to say sorry, really. I’ve already accepted it. I’m to blame for falling in love with such a woman.”

Your eyes widen in sheer surprise.

“...What?”

You ask him to repeat himself.

“I said I love you, what about it? I said it earlier as we...Ah, right. I guess you didn’t hear me back then since you were still asleep. ...Haha, look at those rounded eyes, your face looks hilarious. ...I really do prefer seeing you like this.”

*Smooch*

“I understand you are having trouble believing me. I’ve only got myself to blame for that. However, I’m sure you’ll soon come to realize. I already had plenty regrets while you were asleep. From here on out, I’ll tell you these words until you’ll be tired of hearing them ーー How much I love you, that is.”

*Smooch*

Track 6: Epilogue

“...Hey.”

You turn around.

“You’re ogling way too much. It looks shameless, so come here.”

You run over

“Is an instrument store really that special to you?”

You nod.

“Well, I can imagine you have little affiliation with these places. When I bring up the name of a composer, you usually look at me as if I’m speaking Chinese. Although despite that, you seemed happy to visit this place.”

You explain.

“Ahー So that’s why. Honestly, it would have been much easier to just come by myself, but I’d rather not make you upset again by ignoring you.”

You smile, thanking him.

“...I see. Whatever. ...Anyway, I requested a full maintenance along with replacing the broken string, so it might take a while. We’ll get in the way if we wait here, so let’s go over there.”

The two of you move to another room.

*Creaaak*

You look around.

“It’s a test room. Customers can use this place to test out the intruments before purchase. There’s nobody here right now, so the owner said we can make ourselves comfortable.”

You ask Shuu if he plans to buy a new violin.

“No, I’m not buying anything. I like my current violin.”

You seem confused, wondering why you’re here then.

“You really are a fool, aren’t you?”

Shuu pulls you closer.

*Rustle*

“To kill some time, obviously.”

You get slightly flustered. 

“It’s a perfect way to combat the boredom, no? It’s muh more comfortable than having to wander around outside. On top of that...This place is soundproof. You can scream as loud as you want, nobody will hear. I’m sure you like the sound of that as well? ーー That being said, we have to think about your health. I doubt you’re already back in top shape, so I won’t do anything if you don’t want me to.”

You hesitate. 

“Hm~? In that case, you want it?”

You go quiet.

“Cat got your tongue? I seem to recall a certain someone was displeased because they were being ‘used’?  Clearly tell me what you want. Right now, I can actually live up to your wishes. ...What do you want from me?”

You ask for his fangs. 

“Hehe...I hate being ordered around, but hearing you beg for it isn’t bad at all. Especially when it’s the words ‘Suck my blood, please’.”

Shuu bites you.

“Mmh...Nn...I said you could make all the noise you want, remember? It’s not like anyone but me can hear.”

You get embarrassed. 

“Heh. First you beg for it and now you get all embarrassed. You’re kind of contradicting yourself there, no? Well, it doesn’t matter. In that case, I’ll go for one of your more sensitive spots so you won’t be able to suppress your voice. Mmh...”

*Gulp*

“Hah...Exactly...Let me hear more...Why still hesitate at this point?”

You explain. 

“You’re worrying for nothing per usual. You no longer need to be scared that I’ll find you annoying or get tired of you. Well, I won’t deny that there’s times I get a little irritated by your behavior. I’m sure I might be a little grumpy when you disturb my sleep as well. 

However, I would never grow to dislike you over something like that. I already know what kind of woman you are. You’re the type to beg for my fangs in a place like this. On top of that, a loudmouth who loves to meddle with other people’s affairs and quite the handful at times. To be honest, too much of a bother to keep by one’s side. 

You puff out your cheeks. 

“Haha. It’s the truth, no? However, despite all of that, I don’t want to let you go. So don’t worry. Just let out your voice to your heart’s content, giving yourself over to me all you want. I’ve already decided I will love every side of you after all.”

*Smooch*

ーー THE END ーー