#DECEASED !!!! DECEASED DEAD ON THE FLOOR !!!!!!!! THEY ARE SO CUTE !!!!!!!

[generic-wattpad-badboy]

BAE CAN I GET A FTM READER WITH EDDIE MUNSON AND THE READER IS JUST LIKE SO IN LOVE WITH HIM AND HES ALL "I llohe you" WHEN HES DRUNK OR SMTH PLS ☹️☹️

Universe it's Eddie Munson calling

Pairing: Eddie munson x trans male reader

Tags: Love confession, Getting together, Frist kiss

Word count: 1019

Athour note : Heya bestie hope you like it, it went in a direction and i just followed it.

Eddie Munson had gotten himself into many strange and confusing situations before he thrived on weird shit, but this right here was the strangest. Eddie had finally done it; he had graduated so what better way to celebrate than to get wasted with his best friend/ person he may or may not have feelings for. Wrong bad idea because a drunk Y/N is a very cuddly Y/N.  

So, he’s trapped against the sofa cushions with Y/N cuddled into his side watching him with a soft smile enjoying his buzz while Eddie is suffering, maybe all those people who told him he would be punished for his sins were right because Eddie is truly being punished. 

“I like your stupid face, it's so stupid and pretty and I like it " 

Eddie lazily looks down and grins “aren't you a charmer” 

Y/N reaches up with his hand and twirls a strip of Eddie's hair around his finger and narrowly avoids hitting Eddie in the face due to his drunken clumsiness “your hairs so pretty and soft and your smile is so cute” 

And Eddie is dead, deceased, his head stone would read ‘Here lies Eddie Munson died because a cute boy told him he was pretty and played with his hair’ pathetic, But Eddie knows Y/N would regret this in the morning, so he does what he does best he acts. 

“And you are officially cut off my friend” He shifts and takes the bottle from his friend's hands dislodging Y/N from his side to lean forward and put it down on the table. 

Y/N whines as Eddie fully gets up from the couch and tries to get him up too. It doesn’t take long till Eddie has him standing with his arm wrapped around his waist to keep him steady, Y/N steps forwards and almost falls over  

“I think I'm going to throw up” He slurs  

“Okay, Lets go”  

Eddie drags him along as quickly as he can to the bathroom, as soon as they get close enough Y/N practically runs to the toilet bowl. Eddie rubs his hand in a soothing motion up Y/N's back. Thankfully or not, Y/N doesn't actually throw up. 

“Let it out man, let it out”  

“I Llohe you” Y/N slurs  

“I know man love you too”  

“No, no you don’t get it, I love you” Y/N says turning to look at him. 

He truly is in hell and as much as he wants to freak out that the guy, he loves apparently loves him back, he has to take care of him "I would love to hear those words in any other place than this bathroom, making sure you don’t choke” 

Y/N seems pleased with his answer, so he turns back around and sways, Eddie really needs to get him to sleep “Time for bed” 

Eddie helps him up off the bathroom floor and they both stumble to Eddie's bedroom. He sits Y/N down on his bed and looks for something for Y/N to sleep in. He places it next to him and turns around letting Y/N get himself dressed, which thankfully he manages. 

He helps him climb clumsily into bed and tucks him in, he turns to leave but hes stopped by a hand grabbing his t-shirt “Eddie,-ddie Wait” 

“What sweetheart?” 

“I really love you, like Really Really”  

“Okay, tell me in the morning when you’re not absolutely shit faced” The metal head says watching Y/N struggle to keep his eyes open 

“stay” Y/N mumbles before his hand finally releases his shirt 

After a long debate with himself he climbs in next to him, he spends the rest of the night watching Y/N sleep before he finally drifted off himself. 

“Morning sunshine, how’s that hangover treating you?” 

“I’m in hell and you are the devil” Y/N mumbles glaring as Eddie offers him a glass of water 

“Here” 

Eddies watches silently as Y/N sits up and take a gulp of the glass of water, he sits in the now vacant space at the end of the bed and waits but patients were never his strong suit so he can’t help it and asks “Do you Rember anything from last night”  

“Not really”  

Shit “So, don’t freak out”  

Y/N freezes “Why would I freak out”  

There is a time in one's life where they come across a crossroad and this is his, he could say nothing and continue pretending that it didn't happen, or he could come clean and let it all Lay out "Last night you may or may not have confessed your undying love to me” 

Silence fills the room and Eddie thinks fuck maybe he should have chosen the first option instead, avoided seeing the look of his best friend's face. 

“Please tell me I didn’t” 

 The metal head brings a piece of hair to his mouth and nods " You did” 

“Fuck” 

Eddie agrees ‘Fuck’ indeed  

“Y/N” he waves his hand in front of face “I didn’t break you, did I?”  

“If it helps, I love you too” Eddie said leaning forward and pressed his lips to Y/N's own, his lips were warm and perfect. He already knew he’d become addicted to kissing him.  

For a moment Y/N sat frozen and Eddie wondered for a moment if he truly did break him but a moment later, he was pressing right back and bringing his hand to tangle in the metal head hair. 

When they pull apart, they don’t go far. Y/N looks like his entire world has just been flipped upside down and Eddie can relate. 

“oh” 

“yes ‘oh’ come on your meant to be the smart one in this relationship” Eddie teases brushing the back of his knuckle lightly against Y/N cheek 

“Right, how could I forget”  

Y/N leans forward and presses a quick kiss to Eddie's lips before pulling away with a sigh “I need to shower” 

Eddie leans forwards and makes a show of sniffing "Definitely” 

“  You're hilarious” 

“I know” 

Eddie snickers as Y/N climbs out of bed and almost falls on his ass 

“Fuck you, I meant to do that”  

“ Sure you did sweetheart” 

#x male reader #stranger things x male reader #stranger things #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson

[borahaerhy]

D-Day is an absolute masterpiece; let's discuss.

Obscenely long description of each of the songs under the cut

TL;DR: I'm an emotional wreck and this is the best album I've ever heard for so many reasons.

Haegeum??? That MV??? Never wanted to quit my job and start a gang that bullied the rich and steals their money more in my life (and trust me, that's something I've wanted to do since I was like 13). Yoongi is the only rich man I'd ever let lecture me about capitalism. He can do it all day every day. This is a fucked system, but thank you for turning me on while lecturing me about it and murdering people with some dirty chopsticks 🥴

D-Day is absolutely sick, 100% exactly what I'd expect from him. How a song can go so hard and still be so poetic to me is just insane. The beat is SICKENING. The chorus? CATCHY. 10/10 song, perfect opener to the album and set's the tone for the rest that's coming in an amazing way.

HUH?! killed me. We open the song with "what the shit do you know about me" and bro? Nothing, ion know shit about fuck, but you got me all the way fucked up with that attitude. Hoseok?? THE "HUH"S EVERYWHERE?? dead. deceased. The beat? Would literally sell my soul to be able to be in the studio when that man makes anything. I went to school to be an audio engineer, I've seen the way people put music together and create these catchy ass beats and have even made a few of my own, but FUCK BRO THERE'S NOTHING BETTER THAN THIS MAN IN THE STUDIO.

^^That goes for every song, not just Huh, but I just thought that it was important for EVERYONE to know that I'd sacrifice my firstborn child just to watch this man work.

AMYGDALA had me in tears. I was literally sobbing reading the lyrics. There are no words I can say that will accurately express how I feel about this song. This song has been out for less than 24 hours and I already feel so close to it, I can't even begin to describe it. The way most of the instruments fall out in the pre-chorus just so they can all come back in the chorus for that intensity with him basically yelling the lyrics is just *chef's kiss*.

SDL Is so cute and heartbreaking at the same time. The chorus is everything, so beautiful. Talk about bitter sweet lyrics, I'm eating that shit up. His vocals are absolutely outstanding, that "I'm thinking 'bout you" is making me so delulu you have no idea.

People Pt. 2 has already been out, but man that song is gorgeous. IU's vocals are such a great contrast to Yoongi's rap, and when they harmonize I wanna start crying whY DO THEY SOUND SO GOOD??!

I'M NOT KIDDING YOU WHEN I SAY I WAS CRYING, LEGIT SOBBING THE FIRST TIME I HEARD POLAR NIGHT. The instrumental is so uniquely Yoongi, and makes you feel so much. Yoongi is one of the only artists whos music makes me feel what they feel; and this song is the best representation of that. Everytime i listen to it I have to stop myself from crying and it has nothing to do with the lyrics. I cried before I even knew what the song was about, just because that's how good of a composer and producer he is. Genuinly one of the best songs I've ever heard.

I've never had an interlude make me feel so much. He's perfected the art of making his music invoke the emotions of his listeners and there's nothing more perfect than a minute-and-a-half-long interlude with no words in it that's still able to do that. Incredible.

Snooze is honestly one of the best thing's to have ever graced this planet if i'm being 100% rn. I know I keep talking about the emotion of the music but broooo. And the Woosung feature? His voice is amazing and is already so raw and emotional and paired with this song I just cannot. The lyrics make me want to sob, which I will probably do later when I get off work. And the the reference back to So Far Away? I'm on the floor someone please hug me.

Yoongi's vocals go fucking crazy in Life Goes On. If this was my introduction to Yoongi I would 100% believe that he's a singer and has been his whole life. The pure raw talent of this man will never cease to amaze me.

In conclusion, I love Min Yoongi with my whole chest and I hope he knows how much his music helps people, because it really, really helps. I can never even fully express just how this album alone helps me, that's not even speaking about all his other solo projects and the hundreds of songs he's worked on throughout his career.

If you read all of that I love u and I hope u have a spectacular day.

#D-Day #Yoongi #Min yoongi #agust d #suga #he pours his heart and soul into every track #or maybe it's just crack #idk #but either way #I will never get over this album #crying sobbing throwing up #haegeum #life goes on #snooze #polar night #interlude: dawn #Amygdala #people pt.2 #huh?! #SDL

[the-writer-nerd-ro]

Jacob and Julia asked for fanart and fanfiction of these two and I don't draw so here's my first (of hopefully many) Sara Pena and Hunter Richardson fics. It's a meet-cute.

Two Losers At A Party

Sara wasn't stupid. Okay, well, she was kind of stupid, but she certainly wasn't blind. She had seen the cute girl staring at her and filming.

After a few minutes of dancing for her new personal filmographies, she decided to approach the girl and commence flirting. Or hustling. One of the two.

"Hey. You should tag me in that. Tag my business page. SaraPenaPartyForHire. All one word. The S and the P and the other P and the F and the H are capitalized. That's Sara without an H, too. Did you get all that?"

"Uh. Yes. I'll add that to my post." Hunter was already getting comments about clearly filming without permission, but this felt like permission.

"I'm Sara Pena, by the way. Of SaraPenaPartyForHire."

"Hunter. Hunter Richardson. Of… Nothing. What exactly do you do at SaraPenaPartyForHire?"

"Well, it's a freelance kind of thing. I get paid to come to parties and throw down my sick dance moves so that other people feel more comfortable doing the same themselves."

"Sounds lucrative," Hunter said.

"It's not," Sara Pena said with a laugh, "but I enjoy it."

"You must go to a lot of parties, then."

"Yep! Maybe I'll see you at the next one?" Sara batted her eyelashes.

"I mainly go to funerals, actually. Maybe I'll see you at the next one?"

Sara laughed, "You must be a lot of fun at funerals."

Hunter laughed then too, a genuine laugh. The first time she'd laughed all evening.

"Yeah, Sara, I put the fun in funerals."

"I've never worked a funeral before but I'd be willing to give it a go."

"I'll be sure to let my clients know about your business."

"Your clients?" Sara leaned in then, her intense eyes wide, "Do you work for ghosts?"

"Huh. I guess I kind of do. I'm a funeral director."

Hunter leaned in conspiratorially, "You'll never guess where I got this dress."

Sara's eyes sparkled like freshly lit candles, "Where?"

"Right off a dead person."

Sara gasped in delight, "It looks so good on you!"

"Thank you! I thought so too. Sometimes the families of the deceased don't get it but the corpses don't need clothes. I, on the other hand, do. Anything to save money, right?"

"Tell me about it. My life isn't one big party. I have bills to pay, too."

"You get it. You just gotta do what you've gotta do."

"Hey, Sara, get back on the dance floor! We didn't pay you to stand around!" Some guy snapped.

Without changing her morose expression Hunter whipped around and doused the guy with her drink.

"Don't talk to her like that!" Hunter snapped.

"Hey! No one invited you! Get out of here! Both of you!"

Sara grabbed Hunter's hand and they fled, both of them unable to keep from laughing when they got past the front door.

Hunter sobered up the fastest. "I'm sorry I got you kicked out of the party."

"That's okay, they already paid me. And if they leave a bad review on my page I'll just delete it."

"Would you like to help me vandalize their house?" Hunter asked, offering Sara a marker. Sara hadn't let go of her hand yet.

"How about we just go for a walk?" Sara suggested. "I would really, really like to get to know you better, Hunter Richardson."

"And I, you, Sara without an H."

"Well," Sara giggled, clumsily twirling Hunter, "I have one now."

Hunter blushed almost imperceptibly and put away her markers. The only vandalism that would be committed that night was the marks Sara and Hunter were leaving on each other's hearts.

#sara pena #hunter richardson #sara x hunter #hunter x sara #drawfee #drawfee fanfic #ro writes fic

[ozziescribbler]

Can you tell me your opinion on the "dead mom" trope in Hotel Transylvania with Martha Dracula, and explain why "love at first sight" is a harmful trope?

I don't mind "dead mom" in writing all that much... Execution is what makes or breaks that trope. Hotel Transylvania, very much like Finding Nemo, at least has enough dignity to show how the widower dad's grief and trauma influences his approach to single parenting. Which is more than can be said about Disney princesses having dead mothers. Disney dead mom became a pattern to such a degree that Moana's mom allegedly got resurrected during late writing stages (it's quite obvious when you notice how small her role is compared to dad and grandma). Seems like unless widowed dad is a (co-)protagonist, there will be a lot less thought put into making his kid a half-orphan. So yeah, Martha Dracula/Lady Lubov being dead was never the problem.

The problem is Hotel Transylvania's entire philosophy around love, and how in the climax of the first movie Martha is used to legitimize the entire fucking "zing" idea. In one single scene, the script's ENTIRE PHILOSOPHY turns out to be "For a Zing only happens once in your life." The Dead Mom has spoketh and she can not possibly be wrong because moms who are dead are always good and right about everything and only their widowed husbands errr! See: Deceased Parents Are the Best, The Lost Lenore and Too Good for This Sinful Earth on TV Tropes.

It should really go without saying, but let's say it anyway. It's wrong. It's fucked up. It's amatonormative. This movie says that love at first sight is real and that you should blindly follow it because you won't get another chance at it. Imprinting is real and good and fuck you if you think otherwise, I guess. Because it's not like tons of people, in real life AND fiction, happily fall in love more than once or end up in toxic relationships just because there was initial attraction (dare I say, a zing), right? /s

And, as @wormwoodworms commented under my last post about HT, it's just a bad, lazy trope to play straight:

What's the point of love story if it says that true, undying love starts at eye contact? If the movie's central subplot is Jonathan/Mavis romance then WHY can't they just naturally grow attracted to each other? WHY their first impression ("Zing") is given so much significance over the scenes them getting to know one another?

Ironically, as I said before, it's a good thing this flashback to Dracula couple meet cute was left on cutting room floor:

It's sentimental for its own sake and adds nothing. This romance is sufficiently established in other scenes of the final movie. If they left that in, Mavis' dead mom would basically have better established romantic plotline than Mavis herself.

Also, as much as I appreciate third movie letting Dracula move the fuck on and retconning the "once in a lifetime" part for him, BY THE FIRST MOVIE'S LOGIC his second love is illegitimate and he should not marry Ericka. Fuck you, Drac, be lonely and miserable for the rest of your unlife because your one and only zing is dead!

#bad writing #Hotel Transylvania #love at first sight #zing #dead mom trope

[lydias--stiles]

KTL ep.11

I love, love, love that despite their love confession in the previous episode, they're still flirting and being cute with each other. So often couples in kdramas become instantly settled when they get together and the fire of the slow burn disappears. But not here! Won and Sa-rang are flirting without pardon!

Not Sang-sik asking to invite k-pop idols to the event when the leads are Junho and Yoona gerhofsiljeck

Despite having gone through eleven episodes, the mystery of what happened to Won's mom continues to be interesting because of Hwa-ran's involvement. She knows and she loves that Won will forever be unknowing of his mother's whereabouts. Their tension, this war between half-siblings, is more compelling than I thought it would be.

Ro-un is a green flag through and through. I like that he's a foil to Won's character. Whereas Won needed help in the beginning with social cues and understanding nuances in the workplace, Ro-un knows exactly what's going on and knows how to help Pyeong-hwa without making it awkward for her.

... oh no. OH NO. A REJECTION.

"Can you plug in a charger here?" i love them to the moon and to saturn.

I'm unsure about Won saying he 'put an end to his quest' - that was one of the sole reasons he returned to Korea and the King Hotel in the first place: to uncover the truth. I hope the plot point will return regardless of his choice.

Not the KTL manager suddenly finding Sang-sik attractive lmaooo she just hesitated to shake his hand

How does Won even know what low water pressure looks like, he can't even peel onions

Gu Won treating Sa-rang's grandmother (essentially his mother-in-law), because he wasn't allowed or able to take care of people for years when he's innately kind-hearted and sensitive and wants to show people love. Gu literally means 'to care for' and he can finally live up to his namesake BYE

The way the sight of tiger balm made me revert to my '15 hours of dance a week' self that was constantly aching and in need of tiger balm

I wonder if Sa-rang continuing the quest will cause an argument between her and Won. He explicitly told her he's letting it go, while she went ahead and began asking the staff for more information about his mother.

GU WON RUNWAY MOMENT

The testimony of all the 'unknowns' and 'underdogs' were so heartfelt and cute! I love that the show went this route after episodes of Sa-rang explaining and showing to Won how important each cog in the machine is. Just like it's been repeated over and over: no one is a nobody.

Them joking about calling each other 'babe' while feeding each other???? In one long take???? I'm dead deceased on the floor

THEIR DEAD FACES YGURIHEFDJ EVERYONE FOUND OUT

#ktl ep.11 #king the land

[nyoomfruits]

"POCKET PIASTRI"

DeAD. DECEASED. DYING. ON THE FLOOR CRYING.

It's such a cute little nickname i cant cope!!! 🫶🥹🥺

I love your works smmm and dad! Oscar is just something I never thought I needed but now I can't get enough of it 🫶

AAAAAAAAAAH thank you ;-; <3

same same i love dad!oscar he's just so [clenches fist]

#he's so cute to write too #just loves his daughter So Much #probably stress read a BUNCH of parenting books when he first got her #anyway thank you <3

[ya-whi]

Hello! I would like to ask you about your cute child, the Script.

In his biography, it was written that he has a fear of dust, I wondered if this had anything to do with the dust that remains after the death of monsters in the original universe? Or is it related to something else?

Sorry if this question has been asked before!

Omg, hi there, dear anonimus! Thank you for your question, I appreciate it a lot!

You are absolutely right about the thing that Script is afraid of dust, because of two factors: it can BE or can LOOK LIKE the dust of deceased monsters. 

In fact, kid is afraid of death. And he is afraid of it because of his origin. 

So sad to tell this, but I had to show this in Script's Comic, and I have needed fragments drawn as digital sketches, but I'm afraid it'll took me a long time to finish them or maybe I won't be able to do this at all. Though, I can still show you and tell a little more about this.

First of all, you can find first pages of the story I made by using #Script's appearance comic tag or this link:

So, this are parts of continuation:

___ For short explanation, Template is in unstable state (and so his powers) after "Somewhere Else" event of his author @unu-nunu-artu-nunu-art (thank you for all inspiration you gave me, Unu!!!). He remembers that he left his frienemy Pale on his own, and knowing this little chaotic bunch of bones, can't do anything but check him.

He is VEEERY tired, but sees that Pale is asleep, and tries to keep his mind calm and stable, preparing a plan of later dialogue with Pale, about their little deal, based on sheduling periods when white skeleton CAN absorb AUs. I must notice the fact that Pale by gathering piles of clothes to his part of Anti-Void, also collects DUST of dead monsters(from genocide or neutral timelines). 

Then, accident happened. You can say, both Template and Pale fucked up at this moment. So, in the end we have a mix of Pale's inks, Template's broken grid and paint that was on his graphical screen AAAAND of course monsters' dust, right on the floor. 

And since all this happened in such a wild place like anti-void, it's like the space of superposition for most of inanimate objects. In the monster dust it saved not only pieces of shattered souls, but also last memories before death. Their fear and will to live... Tho, after some time Script forgot about every scary thing he saw in the moment of birth(and creepy Template's face I didn't show here too). So, he remembers everything subconsciously, but he himself will never be able to understand the reason.

#Script info #paleplate #templatepale #Script's appearance comic #pale!ink #template!error

[valeskakingdom]

Barbara Kean (part 7)

//3rd person p.o.v.://

*2 week later*

Probably it's been the 2 most horrible weeks in Arkham caused by only one inmate - Jerome Valeska.

Since he saw his little doll Scarlett collapsing on the ground, people behaved like she's dead. No one has seen her ever since, nor talked about her. When Jerome asked the guards about her wealth or any kind of news, they just glared at him saying nothing.

It drove him nuts not hearing a single word about his precious little doll. The fact he didn't know a shit about her, worsened it all.

Was she alone? Who was with her? Who was taking care of her wounds? Or what the hell planned this bastard Hugo Strange on her?

These things crossed his mind ever time he glared at a guard or any bozos with white gowns walking from one side to another.

Of course, Jerome would never admit it but he merely missed her attendance. He missed to smell the sweet scent of hers, he missed her laugh, her view. Talking to her and even just seeing her became his every day drug taking - she was his drug. The seconds, minutes, hours and days without Scarlett's attendance were torture. Never has Jerome ever felt that helpless as now. He had no plans to solve his inner struggle, not even an idea how to start. Thinking was no option anymore for him, so he just waited - waited to see whether day by day anything would change.

"We'll get some fresh meat today. It's a young blonde lady." Jerome heard Greenwood suddenly say. He was actually talking the entire time - Jerome might have zoned out for a while being too stuck in his thoughts.

"You know what she's in for?" Sionis asked raising his brows in curiosity.

"Nope," Greenwood denied "Just heard the guards saying she's a hottie. Nice tits, good body... Might be a good replacement for Scarlett."

"A replacement?" Jerome questioned in surprise "Ehh, no. We will not replace Scarlett, especially not for your di-..."

"Awww, little carrot boy misses his girlfriend. How cute," Sionis cooed teasing as he interrupted Jerome, "She's dead, Jerome. Nothing brings her back. Neither a surgery nor any treatment. You saw her dying yourself thanks to a guard's bullet. Heard they needed five mops to clean her blood from the floor."

"If she was dead, why do the  guards act differently? Mumbling stuff about her, whispering here, gossiping there. It has never happened when an inmate deceased," Jerome grumbled "Something's wrong here. I can smell it. It stinks as rotten as Greenwood's smelly breath."

Greenwood gave him a pissed look. He entirely hated Jerome's stupid comments about him - he hated Jerome at all. He hated him for the reason everybody else did: the God complex, his showman behavior, him trying to get his will all the time... it was unbearable for everyone, especially now since his muse disappeared completely.

"What do you think they're doing then? Playing Frankenstein's monster with her shot body to make you happy again? They'll use her body for their own experiments."

"Forget Scarlett, Jerome. She w-..."

"I should forget her?"Jerome answered half laughing as if it was a bad joke Sionis has made, he could never forget Scarlett "Scarlett isn't just a simple toy anybody plays with and later throws it in the trash."

"What will you do if Scarlett is dead, though? You'll ever be stuck in your thoughts thinking she's with you and mourn after her or what?" Greenwood scoffed shaking his head "That chick makes you weak, circus boy"

"See it as a bandaid to find someone new. We all don't about her wealth. Whether she's alive, in a coma, or dead. It's like Schrödinger's cat. She's either dead or alive. Just when you open the box you solve the enigma and so with the new lady. Check the fresh meat out and you'll see what you get."

"Very interesting what you say but," Jerome hummed thinking "Tell me, my friend," he bent forward to Sionis looking deeply into his eyes "Have you ever seen someone and felt something you cannot explain because you've never felt it before? Something that exposes your weakness?"

Sionis said nothing, he just listened instead of giving an answer.

Of course, he had an assumption what Jerome was talking about - he wasn't dumb. He knew Jerome was talking about love and a so called soulmate. That feeling when you know this person was the right one and you wanted to spend your life with that certain person together. Every other person might become a enemy when someone else was trying to just talk to your becoming partner. Jealousy took over you, and not just a little bit - here and there it even turned out to possessiveness. You became angry, sometimes even aggressive, you changed into something others wouldn't really expect from you.

But whatever Sionis would now tell Jerome about love, he would simply laugh it off. Jerome would never admit his feelings, that for sure. Jerome would just laugh, maybe even asking whether he was insane, then joking about that Sionis might be insane since he's in Arkham.

"Such a feeling is terrifying. You don't feel quite right, you're afraid of being sick a-..."

"You're sick of fucking love." Greenwood commented suddenly in an annoyed tone.

"Lil Patel wrapped you around her finger, Jerome" Sionis frowned nodding slowly "And now you feel uncomfortable at her non-attendance"

"I'm not-" Jerome interrupted himself snorting. Of course, he felt uncomfortable without her and Scarlett indeed wrapped him around her finger - even from the beginning when they just made deep eye contact.

Though before Jerome could give an answer, could even correct himself, he and the others heard the guards open the door - the new inmate had to be arrived.

"There she is," Greenwood grinned wide and dark continually staring at the entrance.

And there she was. The young blonde lady Sionis and Greenwood were talking about.

Every single inmate in the rec room stared at her how she was walking across the floor to the cabin as if it was an every day thing for her. Helzinger stopped with his fork and food, Dobkins muted and stared at her as if she was naked, Sionis wiped his hair behind ears to trying to impress the lady with his look, Greenwood almost drooled at her appearance.

Jerome looked at every of his inmates, he knew this lady had to be sex bomb - pretty, a nice body, impressive. Then he turned his in her direction:

She was a blonde, young and pretty lady; not really tall but not too short as well. For others she seemed kinda noble according to her clothings: a white knee-short dress with a v-shaped neckline, white heels, huge sunglasses, curled hair and a white little Dorothy bag. She resembled someone who just came back from a date or a business lunch. She didn't even seemed terrified by the next chapter in her life. She knew what was coming, maybe she already made plans on what to do next? Maybe she was a loner so she blurred out everything around her which made her strong? Maybe that was the reason why every inmate - even Jerome - was impressed of her?

Not long after this glorious performance she entered the cabin to change her clothes. Her butler carrying her huge bag behind her followed her until the cops grabbed her bag bringing it away from her.

"She's my type, hot 'n' sweet," Greenwood smirked for himself.

"Oh please," Sionis scoffed "You wouldn't have a chance. What can you present? Your numbers of meals with human meat? No lady like her turns that on in any way. It's a reason to avoid you."

"And an old prick with fake friends can present more?" Greenwood frowned "The story with your corrupt cop friend got around. Many are suspicious about trusting you again."

"This problem is solved already, Greenwood," Sionis chuckled for himself "Try to threat me with something better," then Sionis looked at Jerome who just listened to this little with jealousy filled conversation "Jerome,"

"Sionis?" Jerome said questioning looking at him with a slight smile. He knew what was coming next now. Sionis wanted a deal - as always whenever he asked someone to do a favor for him. It wasn't something new.

"As my friend, you may do me a favor?" He rubbed his hand in expectation with an mischievous grin.

"If you can pay the price" At the same time the cell door opened, the young pretty blonde was now dressed in her usual inmate clothes, she wore a dress though. She didn't give any kind of attention to others, she just wanted to be for herself so she took the newspaper taking a seat on any chair reading it. She seemed reserved like a rich bitch. Everyone who's not fulfilling her expectations could fuck off.

"Get me the pretty blonde and I get you Scarlett." Sionis reached out his hand as offer to agree the deal.

"Since you were the one who claimed she was dead, why should I agree in that deal I'm not benefiting from? I cannot do anything useful with a corpse." Jerome frowned.

"But I can" Greenwood grinned thinking of Scarlett's flawless body touching it and eating it. It was almost arousing him when he thought of her scent or her soft flesh.

"Don't even think of touching her. I rather kill her myself than letting you lay a finger on her." Jerome grumbled giving him a death stare, then turned back to Sionis "So?" Jerome frowned grinning.

"We're friends Jerome. I haven't let you down all the time you've been asking me for a favor before. Why letting me down now?" Sionis frowned asking.

"Five minutes" Jerome stood up and turned to the blonde. He admitted Sionis wasn't that wrong. He has helped Jerome a lot like arranging phones and arms, blue prints... he arranged like 80 or 90% of it. He was like Jerome's right hand.

Jerome slowly made his way to the young blonde eyeing her all the time, whistling and fixing his eyebrows with his fingers. She was calm, neither anxious nor nervous nor feeling unpleasant in this room towards all the others. She was like every other human being: unobtrusive, she was reading the newspaper and with her soft hands she turned the pages every time she was done with reading.

He already had a plan how to wrap her around his finger. First, he talks to her, compliments her, maybe even offers to be her friend. Then he shows her Sionis, maybe telling her all she needed, she'd could get there.

"Hey gorgeous," with a usual smirk he jumped over the chair in front of the blonde and landed with his ass on it "I'm Jerome" he turned to her in hope she'd respond the same way.

"Keep moving ginger" the woman didn't pay attention to him at all, you could clearly recognize she just wanted to be alone and kept reading the newspaper.

"Just being polite," Jerome muttered with a slight grin, it faded immediately "So whatcha in for?"

"Killing my parents" she answered in a bored and kind of annoyed tone.

"Oh, me too! Well, mum anyhow." Jerome placed his hand on his chest in anstonishment "Liberating, right?" He wanted to give her a feeling of understanding, that they both could get along with each other because they both had partly something in common.

"What a rush!" Jerome added as he tore on the half of his face, his nails were dug in his pale skin. As a response the blonde just gave him a look that told him to stop because she was neither interested nor did she want to talk to him at all.

"Alrighty then"Jerome sighed since the first part of his plan didn't work, he went to the other part "Seeing this big handsome fella that's staring you like you're some fried chicken?" The blonde glanced at Sionis.

"Richard Sionis. He's a millionaire" Jerome cooed "Got his own airplane, got a boat with a hot tub on it, and he killed 25 people" Jerome snickered "Just for fun."

"So what?" The blonde asked completely not interested.

"So," Jerome started "He likes you! He wants to be your friend." He said totally convinced. Since he knew Sionis was observing them, he tried his best to convince her from him - with the thought Jerome would then get some information about Scarlett.

"Hm, let me think. No" The blonde turned a page in the newspaper.

"A girl needs a good friend in here. See, the gards, they don't care. They figure bad things happen to bad people. And they happen all the time" Jerome repeated "All the time."

As annoyed as the blonde was, she turned to the other inmates focusing on Helzinger. She didn't care about his skills or anything - she just wanted the young ginger to leave.

"Hey, you!" The blonde snipped at the baldy "Hello! Baldy! Here, here!" She whistled like she was calling a dog until she got Helzingers attention "Yes!"

"Hi. Come here" The blonde said softly with a smile which made Helzinger smile, too. He felt honored the blonde called him and not the others.

They both walked towards each other, Helzinger hesitated a little since he didn't know why she was calling him while the blonde just gave him a puppy look. Jerome watched that from behind. He was totally fascinated from her.

"Hi"

"Hi"

"My name is Barbara," the blonde started "Would you like to be my friend?"

"Yes," Helzinger shyly smiled.

"Hey if someone here tries to hurt me, would you protect me?" Barbara asked like a little girl.

"Yes," Helzinger said again.

"Thank you so much" they both chuckled as Barbara's thanked him "Cutie" she hopped his nose, then sat back on her chair and Helzinger went back to his place.

"Now I have a friend" Barbara opened the newspaper again and continued reading.

"You're bad" Jerome stroke over his cheek. He was impressed since Barbara had no real intention to be his friend. She just used him to satisfy the annoying ginger.

"Yes, so why don't you go make me a sandwich?" Barbara cooed sarcastically. 

"Your friend is a gorilla, my friend runs the joint. And he can get you things that other people can't get you."

"Things like what?" Barbara asked interested, eventually Sionis could help her with her plans getting either some information or equipment.

"Anything you need" Jerome assured her bending forward to her across the table.

"I need a telephone" Barbara whispered bending forward to Jerome whilst he just grinned for himself - he got her. He accomplished his task, now it was Sionis' turn.

Shortly before Jerome, Barbara or any other inmate could react, they all heard the guards opening a door and footsteps - heavy, fast and slow ones.

Everyone stared at the rec room's cell door - something was about to happen now.

Everybody was silent, all their attention was paid to the entrance.

"No, right here! Yes, yes, come on sissy! Perfect!" An older colored chubby lady clapped her hands and whistled like she was shouting after a dog.

But it was no dog for sure - it took some moments for everyone to see who was back.

It was Scarlett.

She was tiptoeing across the floor like a zombie - slow and seemingly stumbled over her own feet. She was looking at the ground, her face was covered by her black long hair. She looked dead and almost anorexic, she seemingly hasn't been doing well since the incident. Her arms were covered with blue prints, she wasn't even wearing her inmate clothes - instead she wore a some kind of white night gown.

The guards opened the door and let her enter the rec room. The colored woman stayed behind the gritted door observing Scarlett's behavior and acting. Apparently something happened to her the day she was almost shot.

Jerome was excited, he was even full of joy with a mix of happiness. He had his doll back. He saw her, he could talk to her again, could smell her sweet scent and touch her soft skin. This strange feeling around him as she wasn't attendant was completely gone. His worry about her faded.

Instead of greeting Jerome or any other, instead of saying anything or taking a seat, Scarlett stood still like a zombie. She kept look down to the ground drooling, her face was still covered with her hair and her arms hung down as if they were too heavy to carry them. You just heard her breathing. It was a deep in and out.

"My, my, my" Jerome claimed with a grin walking up to her "Long time no see, dollface. Where have you been? I'm about to say I've kinda missed ya!"

Scarlett didn't give a respond, she didn't even looked at at him. She just kept standing there.

"Not even a hello? Wow," Jerome was confused about her acting "That's a little impolite, don't you think?"

But again, Scarlett did not respond, she didn't even paid attention to what he was saying at all. Instead she turned her head to Barbara's direction and focused on her.

"That's Barbara," Jerome said "she's, you know," he paused and shrugged "a friend"

He shouldn't have said that.

Scarlett snorted - it was a furious snorting - and she stumbled to a free place in front of her. Her snorting became and uneven - also she started clenching her fists over and over again.

Barbara didn't really pay attention to the whole scene, she wasn't even scared. Being naive she thought Scarlett was just another of these weirdos who was trying to impress her with attitude and skills.

"Scarlett, no! Calm down now! Go take another seat!" The colored chubby woman shouted but Scarlett didn't listen. Instead, she gave Barbara a death stare and harshly seized her by a collar.

"You shouldn't play with a toy that doesn't belong to you" Scarlett biased, their noses almost touched. Barbara's look towards her changed. She wasn't scared but she showed respect. She knew being mouthy wouldn't help since Scarlett showed high aggression problems - she wouldn't hesitate to kill Barbara directly.

Scarlett couldn't control her fury and aggressions.

"I said enough, Scarlett!" The colored chubby woman suddenly pressed a little button and Scarlett started cramping pressing her hands against her head.

She was in pain a lot, it felt like thousands of knives drilled through her head. The pain didn't soften at all, it worsened. She started to scream and curse and even hit herself with to stop the pain. Scarlett was almost about to cry and beg, she couldn't stand the pain anymore.

The colored chubby woman pressed a button again and the pain stopped immediately. Scarlett just groaned in exhaustion and pain, her head remained on the table plate.

Jerome was suspicious about that. He hasn't seen Scarlett like that before nor did he know why she was suddenly cramping in pain as if she had a seizure. He sat next to Scarlett wiping some strains from her face to face her - fury and confusion filled him. He saw a huge scar crossing his doll's face - from her temple across the eye down to her cheek.

He snorted, then staring at the woman who has pressed the button. He also thought back about this goblin that used to be called Hugo Strange - he connected the dots: Hugo Strange didn't wait for them without a reason. He had plans with her, probably turning her into a controllable killer machine and the colored chubby woman figured out whether their plans worked or not - it apparently worked.

Although the fact, controlling people with apparent surgeries for someone's own needs fascinated Jerome, he hated it on Scarlett. He didn't want her to be any human guinea pig for a doctor's stupid experiments.

Jerome looked back at Scarlett who still had laid her head on the table plate, her eyes were closed. She breathed pretty uneven and every time she breathed out her body was trembling.

"Don't worry, doll. Imma solve your little problem." Jerome stroke with his thumb over soft but cold cheek right after she opened her eyes gazing at him, her eyes expressed this enormous pain she had right now.

"Hey miss!" Jerome stood up waving at her as he saw the colored chubby woman was about to leave. He walked straight to her with one of his grins that told everybody he was making plans again, thinking about certain things.

The woman didn't give an answer , instead she just gave him a sniffed glance waiting for him to speak up.

"That was masterly! What did you do with her?" Jerome grabbed the cell grids leaning his head between a free space "Implantating a chip in her brain with any sensor, isn't it? I love this idea actually, I wonder why I didn't get it"

"Go back and sit down on your ass, Valeska" The woman snapped, Jerome didn't care about that - he overheard it.

"I'm really about to say I admire your work. Punishing someone with seemingly unstoppable pain..." then his mood changed "You just used the wrong person. What you can do, I can do better" His actual smirk faded, his eyes darkened, and danger was literally written on his forehead. Now it was no time to joke with him. As said, someone touched his property, even experimented on it without his permission, even ruined the actual perfection - that was a no go.

“Try your best, we’ll arrange you never get out” The colored chubby muttered, but you could tell she felt a little uncomfortable. Of course she knew, he couldn’t harm her right now and she’d do anything to not let harm anybody - especially not her. He knew if Jerome had one opportunity to escape or harm a human, he took it immediately to spread chaos over the city.

But through she knew psychopaths like him were sensitive with noticing anxiety and uncomfortableness, she turned around and left with an emotionless facial expression. It all would have been contra-productive for her if Jerome got aware of it and used this as an ace in a hole in one of his possibly incoming new plans to escape.

“It isn’t over! You ain’t seen nothing yet!” Jerome cackled.

#jerome valeska #gotham #dc #dcmultiverse #jerome valeska x reader #dc villains #dc villian #gotham city #gotham fandom #gotham jerome valeska #gotham jerome #gotham series #gotham fanfic #jerome valeska fandom #jerome valeska x you #cameron monaghan x reader #gotham x reader #dc universe #jerome x reader #cameronmonaghan

[mooncenterdown]

1:29 minutes into scars newest hermitcraft episode and I'm already dead this man is So cute I'm fucking dying like literally on the floor dead no heartbeat no nothing I am DECEASED that's how down bad gay I am for this man what the Fuck!

#me when a man giggles

[thuganomxcs]

cabin in the sky meme / accepting / @nabiaes

look at you, standing all covered with god’s good dirt and all the devilishness sweated out you.-gwen

That was…new to say the least. Yusuke wondered if she was working on what people tend to call their ‘rizz’. America had odd words for their slang but still what she said wasn’t exactly ‘bad’. Granted he thought she was just good sayin’ something normal like ‘you’re friggin’ dirty’ or something along those lines. But..God’s good dirt?? That was definitely a new one and not something he’d soon forget however, Gwen was simply lucky that she was incredibly cute..even when she didn’t make sense. 

Eventhough Yusuke was..’content’ in his heart his face could not help but display genuine confusion before he finally steps into the house. From the looks of things her father was having one of those late shifts again, no doubt he’d be dealing with the ramifications of what he had just done. More demonic possessions meant more teenagers were left on the floor beaten to a pulp and OF COURSE the last thing their memories would recall was Yusuke administering his special resources in order to get the demons out.

“Keep trying Goldilocks, you’ll get it eventually.” The casual expression of Yusuke’s smug smirk made an appearance on his face as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. “This case was a pain in the ass. But, I’m going to need your help on this one. You’re pretty good when it comes to researching. Could you research St Bernard High’s murder?” Apparently, there had been a story of a boy of thirteen being found dead. Malik Thompson, a boy who was terrorized by bullies but of course the staff paid him no mind, it had gotten so bad that the boy was found deceased in the boy’s bathroom which the authorities chalked up as self-inflicted. 

The weirdest thing ABOUT the case was the boy was missing both his index fingers. The demon that Yusuke had fought might have been his..but it was left within their realm for so long that his soul became corrupted thus turning into an evil spirit. No matter how hard Yusuke tried exorcising him with spirit energy SOMETHING was binding him in this world..which is why he needed the research. “So how about it?”

#❛ mail ━━ when i rush make your butt pucker the fuck up. #ship tag pending #yugwen ship #nabiaes #tw suicide mention #tw suicide

[wwpia]

Story plan:

Part 1?

Jump straight into typical office day of Syd - paperwork/interviews akin to police interviews/investigation - serves to explain world narrative

Shift to main office for Syd/Lumez, their overall working relationship

Reports of working class/more impoverished HPOs going completely berserk/running rampant

Yumez unusually distracted/possibly has had recent time off?

Assigned investigative assignment - reports at a school of potential drug trade, children picking up ‘sweets’ from parents.

Syd/Yumez leave to interview school, advised as very low threat status as is a elementary school in a rural area. Syd decided not to bring crystal which serve to aid in more combative magic (big mistake).

Sydney drives to school, discuss why children would be found to have literal potential drugs in their pockets. Discussion of kids picking up basically anything but agree something is not right if parents allowing this.

Arrive to school, Syd very uncomfy with children Yumez very good.

Interview some teachers, red/black coloured pills obtained. Discovery that all children found with said pills had a recent parent death (about 4 children)

Interview children of deceased parents (on S’s part with great difficulty, Y is more successful), all describe a potential supplier intentionally giving things to the children.

S/Y Discuss potential drug ring aimed at very low wage parents as parent deaths consistent with drug overdose. Parents possibly shifting these drugs to pay for education etc. (Highlight of some HPOs circumstance).

With head teacher for this in the hallway, discuss very most recent parent death in the class currently having PE session. PE teacher currently class of 20 children.i

Interrupted by child from said PE class, child complaining that target-to-interview child is being unnecessarily mean/especially to them and wont share.

Discussion of child’s behaviour more related to the grieving process/trauma, attempt to placate irate child.

Just as group is entering the PE hall, child points out how Syd (holding confiscated drugs) has the same ‘candies’ as the ‘mean’ child.

Enter into PE - all children have transformed into far more monstrous and large versions of their original HPO selves.

Also fighting/tussling with each other. PE a Kappa HPO so is being used as a football. (Despite feral, still cute?)

Quick decisive action from Syd/Yumez to essentially punt unaffected child/teacher out of the PE hall - advising to call for backup ASAP.

Unfortunately rural area/secluded, backup fairly far away.

Brief but impressive ‘fight’ between (mostly Syd) and transformed PE class. Syd exclusively defending himself/Yumez as he attempts to bide time, very aware of the actual innocent nature of the opponents.

Syd defence comprises of magical shields that are spherical/dome like in shape. He initially creates a full sphere, which then reduced down to a dome, then a convex shield as he gets more exhausted/takes more hits. This happens very quickly as he has no crystals for backup. Shields break like glass.

When final attempt fails, both Syd/Yumez get thrown into gym wall - injuring them both seriously (Syd more so as… no wings.).

Syd black out for a few second to wake up to see Yumez regrowing wings & antenna - brief explanation as the why this is bad. Yumez intending to use hypnotic powers via signing.

Yumez starts to use powers - pushes him into nearby locker and locks the door as knows this is the only way to save Syd.

Syd perspective, comes to after being ‘unconscious ‘ for a while.

Manages to break open locker front he inside, half enraged, half panicked.

Opens onto scene of calm chaos, all children curled up/sleeping with no apparent sign of injury although a lot of blood all over every surface. (Uber HPO forms negate damage, but at the cost of energy).

Yumez dead in the middle of the gym floor, 3/4 limbs disremembered. One pair of wings completely dismembered and laying far away, the other pair still attached but extremely damaged.

Sydney obv distraught, atempts to help Lumez but quickly realises they’ve been dead a whole.

Backup arrives! WWPIA special forces flood gym, assessing children as well as Syd. From Syd’s perspective is all very blurred.

WWPIA forces advise on care of children/assurance that they are safe/drugs have worn off. (Advising Sydney although more for reader clarification/benifit).

FF in time————— ?? Timeframe? 2-3 weeks after death

Sydney in attendance of Yumez funeral, typical western funeral respects.

Yumez’ life partner speaks to Syd, offering some words of comfort - establishing this characters role as storyline therapists/confident.

Yumez’ partner gives wing piece to Syd, advising him that Yumez wished him to have it - at this point scale is blank apart from Yumez’ name. Revealing he knew he would die.

Yumez’ partner reassuring Syd once more & advises him to resume his role if possible.

Syd does as such, resuming paperwork in usual office - albeit no longer with partner across from him. (I imagine office floor plan is fairly compact but also is fairly fancy for a ‘police station’ type environment. This is like… the executive suit type room lol. See floor plan.)

#nitty gritty plot shit #part 1 #nanowrimo 2023 #spoilers #big spoilers #all the spoilers #sweats this is actually the most straightforward story wise I need to get my arse into gear #god I feel so dumb juggling plots around like balls of fecking fire and I’m just a dumb clown baby writer and everything is made out of card #monsters #fantasy monsters #Nanowrimo #writing #modern fantasy #lgbtqia+ #paranormal #supernatural #fiction

[shadow--writer]

Could you do Nadia, Julian, and Portia reacting to MC proposing to them? (If you’ve done this or any of the characters i chose, you can ignore or replace with a character you didn’t write this headcannon for yet)

awwwww this is cute! I got very soft writing this and I hope you don’t mind my writing voice haha :D

Requests are open as well :]. I’m slowly getting to them, fallen out of love with some of the characters but how some people in the fandom write them aaa I’m being dragged in. I’ve read so many good fics, so I hope you enjoy the fluff I pounded out before getting S O F T.

Julian, Nadia, and Portia x MC proposing to them

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Julian

Oh boy he will CRY. Full on full out SOBBING. On the floor. Dead. Deceased. 

He will scoop you up off the ground, smiling and crying as he spins you around

Will think he’s dreaming 

Presses his forehead against yours, smiling so hard his cheeks hurt

Bitch forgets to even say yes he’s so happy 

Annnnd he’s crying again

Just so you know you’re not going to get a yes outta him right away. Give him a day. Or three. He’s gonna sob every time he thinks about it

What a dweeb amiright?

Fiiine. He’s so in love with you that he gets all bubbly and lights tf up when he thinks about it

Every time he sees you for like two weeks STRAIGHT he’s going to hug you and hum a little happy tune

Even if you’re in public. Or doing something 

Yes you have spilled things on yourself because of him. No he is not sorry

Also you’re going to have to remind him to say yes because he will forget

and he WILL feel bad about it

Nadia

S u r p r i s e

She is so surprised but BOY IS THE GRIN ON HER FACE WORTH IT 

She looks like she’s gonna start g l o w i n g

And boy do you feel the love from where you’re kneeling/standing 

She will tackle you. It’s very undignified but she doesn’t care (...she’s gonna turn bright red BUT it was WORTH IT)

Will start to cry

All of these guys will cry

It’s sweet. Nadia doesn’t cry a ton but this. oh boy

She’s a sniffling kinda crier, and will bury her face in your shoulder to hide her face

Will let out tiny happy sobs, not knowing why she’s crying so much (please kiss her tears away it will make her giggle)

She says yes through her tears, and you can h e a r how happy she is

Helps you up and then hugs you, kissing you so fiercely y’all forget the magical thing called air 

....she will dip you

Her makeup smudged but she doesn’t care

Looks like she’s on cloud 9 for the rest of the day. Or five.

Portia

She will SCREAM

Like a startled/happy little screech. Then, of course, just like her brother, the waterworks shall begin

Will also tackle you, and you two will topple over into a tangle of limbs and sobbing

Yes she is full on blubbering sobbing

She will also forget to say yes. Guess it runs in the family 

Will kiss you all over your face, holding your cheeks before also kissing you so passionately ya might turn into a cartoon. You know with the lipstick marks and the dopey eyes and the hearts?

Yeah that’ll be you. Do not come for me

She’ll snuggle up to you, crying softer now. Unlike Julian, she will say yes in a semi-timely manner. Very quietly and almost whispery 

But she’s grinning like a loon. And feeling high on happiness

Like she is so in love with you it makes her smile just thinking about it

Her hair is going to get tangled in your happiness romp but she doesn’t care

And I’m soft now

#the arcana #the arcana game #portia devorak #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #the arcana headcanons #portia headcanons #julian headcanons #nadia headcanons #fluff #ACK IM SOFT

[1plus1kiyoomi]

Chapter 22: How I Met Your Mother

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“Okay, listen up my children!” Kiyoomi announces in the middle of the living room, the kids all looking up to him. “Your mother won’t be around for 3 days-”

Kin starts crying because of his father’s words, taking Sakusa aback. His boy must love you so much since he’s the only who seems affected that you are away. The girls... don’t care.

“Don’t cry! Don’t cry! We are only 30 minutes in and you’re already crying,” Kiyoomi sighs, picking Kin up from the ground.

“You should not have mentioned mama,” Kia scolds him. Kia takes a seat on the couch which Mina and Mira follows. She is their leader, not Kiyoomi. If a hierarchy is made in your house it would turn out like this:

You

Kia

Mina

Mira

Kin

Kiyoomi

Yes. Sakusa Kiyoomi, the provider and the pillar of the house, is at the lowest ranking in your house, simply because he isn’t around all the time. He only goes home once or twice a month, leaving all the childcare and managing of the house to you. The wedding planning is only the side dish of what’s on your plate. He has so much respect for you that he’s willing to lower his pride and hurt his ego.

Kiyoomi is more than happy to take care of the kids for you. You get to rest and he gets to spend time with your children. It’s a win-win situation for the two of you.

“Mama!” Kin cries harder, and Sakusa bounces him on his arm, hoping it will stop him.

“If you stop crying we will go see the fish!” Kiyoomi cheers and Kin stops crying. “We will change now and then go see fish.”

“Really?” Kia questions her father, already old enough to be aware of Kiyoomi’s fear of crowds and germs. She knows that there is no way that their dad will bring the four of them in the aquarium. Especially since it’s a weekend, so it’ll be packed with people.

And Kia was right. Kiyoomi didn’t bring them to the aquarium, but to a small fish market. Kia is disappointed but not surprised. At least Kiyoomi tried, right? “Where’s the fish?” Kin asks, looking around as he sits in his stroller. The place only has a few people and small stalls, which Kiyoomi really likes.

They stop in front of a stall where fish are laid on trays of ice, shocking the twins. Kia just face palms, and Mina is just standing there but is also in disbelief. “What? It’s fish.” Kiyoomi defends himself, shrugging.

“It’s dead,” Mina remarks as she stares at the deceased sea creatures in front of her.

“A fish is a fish,” Kiyoomi argues. Kia scans through the surrounding and spots a small tank with king crabs in it. She points at it so they go to it. Kin and Mira are now out of their stroller and are almost glued to the glass tank. The owner of the shop comes out asks if they’re going to it at the store. Kiyoomi says yes, since the kids look so excited to be seeing crab for the first time.

What he didn’t take in account is that the kids will recognize that the crab they were staring at outside is now their food. Cue the loud crying from Kin and Mira. The number of times Kia has face palmed because of her father is uncountable. Mina is chill, playing with the claws of the cooked crab, making her younger siblings cry even more.

“Stop crying. Try it!” Mina puts a piece of meat in Mira’s mouth and she stops. Kin halts as well, confused why his twin stopped wailing. Kia feeds him the crab and he falls in love with it. Kiyoomi sighs in relief, very thankful that he has reliable daughters.

One task done.

Their lunch finally ends and they head to the toy store. Kiyoomi has already planned to buy kinetic sand for the twins since he can’t bring them to the beach. It’s a scary place. He might be the most cautious guy in the country, but he’s still like any clumsy father. The chances of him losing one kid at that place is high.

“Do you wanna walk?” Kiyoomi asks the twins, not wanting to carry a stroller around. The two nod so he takes out the safety harness and puts it on them. Mina and Kia are holding hands, walking obediently beside their father. The family of 5 enters the store and the kids become excited immediately.

“We can buy anything we want?” Kia asks in awe, which Kiyoomi just nods to. “Let’s go Mina!”

“Don’t go with strangers, okay?” Kiyoomi tells them as the two run off somewhere in the store. He picks up tubs of kinetic sand, clay, and slime. Then, he follows the twins around the store, picking up whatever they seemed interested in.

“You want that toy car?” Kiyoomi asks Mira, picking them up from the ground so they can see a clearer view of the toys. Kin points at a toy gun at another shelf. “I’m sorry, buddy, but you can’t use that yet, and maybe your mama will shoot me using that if she finds out I bought you one.”

As Kiyoomi and the twins are picking more stuffed animals, Kia and Mina come running towards him. “Papa! Papa! Can I buy a bike?” Kia pleads, tugging on Kiyoomi’s pants. He takes a deep breath in before agreeing to his eldest daughter.

“Where are your toys?” Kiyoomi asks them, seeing that the two girls are empty handed.

“I only want a bike and Mina wants a picture book,” Kia answers. Kiyoomi furrows his eyebrows in disappointment, but in his mind he’s actually really happy that the girls seem to be taking saving into consideration.

“Are you sure?” Kiyoomi raises an eyebrow at them.

“Can I buy a skateboard too...?” Kia shyly requests, doing a cute pose. Kiyoomi chuckles and agrees with her.

“How about you Minari?” Kiyoomi asks the younger girl.

“I want paint,” Kia nonchalantly says and Kiyoomi does a thumbs up to her. After that, they start to run to wherever they can get their wants. Kiyoomi walks after his kids, the twins already asleep in his arms, their heads on his shoulder. He spots Kia, scanning through the wide catalog of bikes, a small skateboard already tucked below her underarms.

“Can I get the blue one?” Kia tells the employee who is assisting her, pointing at the baby blue bike she wants.

“You don’t want the pink one?” The employee asks, presenting the pink bike. Kia looks at him in disgust.

“Do you think girls only like pink?” Kia remarks, taking the employee by surprise. Kiyoomi smiles under his mask, amused by his daughter’s words. He internally taps the his back because he’s pretty much the reason behind her attitude. He’s proud to say that he has raised his children not to believe in gender norms.

Kiyoomi feels someone tug on his pants, so he looks down and sees Mina holding a small cart filled with coloring materials, picture books and papers. “Is that all you want?” Mina nods and holds his hand.

After checking Kia’s bike they head to the cashier to pay. Kiyoomi then realizes that he has done the one thing you told him not to do. Spend money on the kids. But you won’t know right?

One task has been failed.

As they reach the house, all the kids immediately go to the bathroom to wash. Kiyoomi knows that they adapted this habit from him, and he feels happy that they’re understanding his personality even at a young age. Kia even sprays alcohol in her sibling’s hand every time they come back to the car. It’s the little things his little kids are doing for him that makes him love them even more.

The four of them falls asleep after the bath so Kiyoomi arranges the stuff they bought. As he is arranging Mina’s books, he notices the abundant number of books that included dogs. “Does she likes dogs?”

Kiyoomi is tired. He has never felt this tired after intense games or practices. Childcare is a whole new level of tired. Just when he thought he can rest, Mina walks out of her shared room with Kia. “Hi, baby. Did you sleep well?” Kiyoomi asks Mina which she doesn’t respond to. Instead, she comes close to him and hugs his leg. Surprisingly, Mina starts crying. “What’s wrong?”

“I missed you, papa,” Mina explains. Kiyoomi sits on the foamed floor of the living room, giving Mina a hug.

Mina has always been quiet. She always waits for her turn silently. She never begs for attention even if she wants it deeply. Mina only shows affection towards you and Kiyoomi when she’s alone with you, but with her siblings around, she gives way to them. Sometimes, Kiyoomi feels guilty because of this. Unlike Kia, Mina has never spent time with you and Kiyoomi on her own. Plus, she was then followed by the twins when she was still a baby. He’s afraid that Mina might start thinking that she is less important than her siblings.

“I missed you, too, Minari,” Kiyoomi says back. He puckers his lips so Mina gives him a short kiss. He hugs her once again, calming her down from her cry. She calms down so Kiyoomi takes this as a chance to trim her bangs. “Should we cut your hair?”

The two of them go to your shared bathroom as quiet as they can, not wanting to wake the other kids up. Kiyoomi sits Mina down on the sink, then takes a pair of scissors out of the drawers. “Don’t move, okay?” He starts to cut her bangs, thinking he’s doing a good job. But once he lets go of her hair, the room becomes silent.

Sakusa messed up. Big time.

Mina checks her reflection at the mirror and giggles. “Weird,” Mina says in between laughter, causing Kiyoomi to chuckle as well.

“Your mom will be so mad at me...” He cuts some more length off, but no matter how hard he tries, it’s just an uneven. He then decides to stop, not wanting his daughter to look like an unidentified animal.

“I like it, papa. Thank you.” She doesn’t like it, but she doesn’t want to break her father’s heart. Mina hugs Kiyoomi after taking a look at the mirror. Kiyoomi kisses her cheek, then laughs at the result.

“You’re still cute.”

Two tasks done.

As they return to the living room, they see Kia sitting on the living room couch, staring at the wall emptily. She sees Mina’s new hairstyle and grimaces. “You’re bad at cutting hair, papa,” Kia says, unfiltered. Unlike Mina who is considerate like you, Kia is as blunt as Kiyoomi. He doesn’t say anything back since she was right.

“Can you teach Mina the alphabet while I make dinner?” Kiyoomi requests and Kia nods in agreement. Mina goes to Kia while Kiyoomi goes to the kitchen to make dinner. He’s thankful that he has such a reliable daughter. He would probably not make it without Kia around.

Three tasks done. Somehow.

At first, Kia was teaching Mina the alphabet, but then she had to go to Kiyoomi’s bathroom to wash her hands, and that’s when she saw Kiyoomi’s ripped jeans that he wore a day before in the laundry basket. She hurriedly called Mina and ordered her to bring paper and glue.

“Is papa poor?” Mina gasps as Kia presents the ripped jeans to her. They sadly look at the piece of clothing and feel bad for buying so much at the toy store while their father was wearing clothes with holes in it.

The older girl flattens the pair of jeans on the floor and starts to glue the colored paper over the torn parts. Mina mimics Kia and does the same thing to the other leg of the pants. Kiyoomi, still in the kitchen, wonders why he suddenly can’t hear his children. It’s never good when they’re silent.

“Kia! Mina! Where are you?” Kiyoomi shouts and he hears small footsteps coming from his room. He checks over the counter and sees his pants are now covered in decorative paper. He almost drops the knife he is holding from the sudden transformation of his pants.

“We covered the holes in your pants papa! You might get cold!” Kia reasons as she shows off their little project. How can he get mad at them when they are just worried about him?

“Thank you, Kia, Mina,” he laughs and snaps a picture of them on his phone. Things that his kids do that don’t make sense but is damn adorable.

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“Just go to bed. I beg you,” Kiyoomi pleads to his children who are still jumping on the bed. “It’s already almost 12AM. Please sleep.”

Kiyoomi is damn tired. How do you handle the four of them on your own? He suddenly feels bad for leaving you alone with them. And he hasn’t heard a complain from you even once. His love for you has become deeper just from taking care of the kids in one day.

“Bedtime story!” Kia cheers, putting herself inside the blanket, which her siblings follow. Kiyoomi sighs in relief. Finally.

“What kind of story do you want?” Kiyoomi tucks the blankets properly on their bodies, making sure that the four of them are comfortable in his bed.

“How did you meet mama?” Kia asks, causing Kiyoomi to smile.

“How I met your mother, huh?” Kiyoomi hums, thinking about how you first met. His smile grows, remembering every detail of how you met.

The first time Sakusa had met you was in Itachiyama. You were outside the volleyball gym, and he was on his way to practice. For some odd reason, you were smelling the roses by the wall. He thought you were the weirdest person he had encountered and judged you right then and there. After that, he would notice how you came to the same spot to smell the roses every single day. He didn’t even understand what smelled so good about them. He may or may have not tried smelling them after practice just to check why you kept smelling them.

It went on for weeks, but Sakusa never thought of talking to you. He just didn’t see see a reason why he should. Until one day, it rained so heavily that he became so worried for unknown reasons. On his way to practice, he stopped by the usual spot where you would smell the flowers and he didn’t see you there. Of course you wouldn’t be there, it was raining so hard. He didn’t care about you.

He was sure he didn’t care until he found himself carrying a bouquet of roses one morning to give it to you. He couldn’t believe it himself. But he couldn’t contain his feelings anymore.

You were a virus that slowly corrupted his mind that all he could think of is you. Maybe it be in class, during practice, on his way home, before he sleeps, after he wakes and sometimes he even dreams about you. Your virus then slowly travelled to his heart. He couldn’t explain it but every time he saw you, his heart would pound so fast he felt like he would suffer from cardiac arrest.

But it was also you who soothed him. When he was feeling down, he thought of your smile after you smelled the roses and he’s back up again. The calm he felt when he passed by you in hallways was enough to encourage him to do great in practice and in games. He didn’t even know your name but he already has a mission of taking your last name and replacing it with his.

You were his illness and his cure.

His cousin, Komori, wasn’t surprised to see him standing by the school gates with flowers in his hands. As the libero saw the roses, he immediately knew Sakusa was waiting for you.

Sakusa was never quiet about his feelings judgement towards you. Everyday the spiker would complain to the libero about how weird you were. Each day, Sakusa had something new to complain about. You cut your hair? He would say it Komori. You painted your nails a new color? Komori would hear about it. You were wearing a different bag? Komori definitely knew about it from Sakusa.

Komori had concluded that Sakusa had developed a liking towards you but the latter hadn’t notice yet. So when it rained hard the day before and Sakusa’s plays were bad, Komori knew Sakusa would do something about it. Sakusa was an honest man, even to himself, especially to himself.

You were on your way to school, when you saw Sakusa standing by the gates. Of course you knew him. He was famous in your school despite his too blunt personality and germaphobic tendencies. You had a little crush on him, but you also were aware he’d never like you back. You’d go outside their gym everyday to smell on the flowers and see him. He was a happy a crush. So, seeing him with flowers outside your school broke your heart.

‘So he had a lover, huh?’

You walked past him, head lowered in defeat. You heard murmurs and whispers as you continued to walk but you ignore them, head full of sad thoughts. Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder so you turned your head and saw Sakusa standing before you, handing you the bundle of flowers. Everyone else was staring at you and Komori was hiding somewhere, taking a picture of the commotion.

“I think you got the wrong person,” you chuckled awkwardly, not knowing what to do since other students were looking at the two of you. And Sakusa Kiyoomi, the ace of the volleyball team, your happy crush, the man of your dreams, was handing you a bouquet of roses.

“You’re the girl who smells the roses outside our gym every afternoon, right?” Sakusa said as he pulled his mask down.

You literally short circuited. He was much more taller and more gorgeous up close. He smelled good, too. But what surprised you the most was that he lowered his mask to talk to you. Maybe you saved the world once in your past life to be able to experience this.

You nodded unsurely, glancing around you in nervousness, not able to look him in the eye. “Forecast said it’ll rain later in the afternoon so you won’t be able to smell the flowers outside the gym. So take this.” Sakusa explained to you.

You couldn’t believe it. The boy who you had a secret crush on since the first day of school had noticed you. You didn’t expect anything at all. Considering how he was with people, you thought you didn’t have a chance so you never made a move aside from stealing glances and watching from a far. To say that your heart was beating fast and that you felt butterflies in your stomach was an understatement. One more word from him and you would probably burst.

“Is that so?” A smile slowly grew on your lips, finally making eye contact with him. You were trying so hard to play it cool, but your reddening cheeks were giving you off. “Thank you. I’m (Y/N) by the way.”

“You can call me Kiyoomi.”

“And from that day on, I would bring your mother a rose everyday,” Sakusa tells Kia, fondly looking his children, the products of your love.

“So you liked mama ever since you met her?” Kia asks, seeing her father smile foolishly. A small giggle leaves Kiyoomi’s mouth and Kia teases him. “Papa is a simp.”

“Where did you learn that?” Kiyoomi gasps.

“Momo,” Kia answers and Kiyoomi takes a mental note to smack his cousin when he sees him again. “Papa, do you love mama?”

“We wouldn’t have the four of you if I don’t,” Kiyoomi answers with a chuckle. He checks his other kids and they have already fallen asleep. “Now go to sleep.”

“Good night, papa,” Kia greets him before closing her eyes. “I love you and mama so much. I am happy you are our parents.”

“We love you more.” He kisses their forehead one by one, before settling on the edge of the bed. He takes his phone out and messages you, hoping you were still awake.

All tasks complete.

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Facts:

Kia is already 5 years old at this, while Mina is 2 and the twins are 1.

Mina thinks dogs are cute because Komori looks like one and he is her favorite uncle.

Mira is the quiet twin while Kin is the more vocal one.

Kin likes fish because the last time Hinata came over, he showed him a picture of his gold fish. Hinata is Kin’s favorite.

Bokuto is Kia’s new favorite uncle/boyfriend because Atsumu has children and Kita is married. She doesn’t want to get in trouble.

Mira is loyal to Kiyoomi.

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a rewritten faith | l. juyeon

🪕 pairing: bartender! reader x cow-boy! juyeon 🪕 word count: 4k 🪕 genre: western! au, 1920s!au kinda?, angst to fluff 🪕 tw: mentions of violence, guns, fights, close death experience, deceased father, false accusations, swear words, the reader has some trauma 🪕 synopsis: you are the owner of the local saloon and something usual will happen, but it will take an unexpected turn. 🪕 a/n: i had this idea while watching a western film with my dad and i hope it's not gonna be too bad... 🪕 requested: no

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Your head turned to look at the entrance as the swing doors of the saloon burst open, two sergeants dragging another man inside, his face and body littered in bruises and cuts. He winced in pain as they shoved him against the counter not far from you, both giving him a hard slap at the back of the skull. With an attentive eye, you kept on polishing your whiskey glass with your used piece of cloth, watching everybody’s attention drawn towards the three men.

“You bloody bastard! Did you really think that you would get away with that? Raising your voice at Sir Landfield and seducing his daughter to use her for your own needs? Who did you think you were, the sheriff?” the entire pub erupted into a coarse laugh, some men hitting their pistol against the wooden tables to express their mockery. You, along with the waitresses, were the only ones to remain silent, your eyes darkening as you kept on drying your glasses. “I never touched Sir Landfield’s dau-” “Enough, bastard!” one of them yelled and punched him in the face, blood now oozing from the young man’s nose as his head swung to the side at the violence of the blow. He stumbled on the right, his wounded hand quickly grabbing the counter to prevent him from falling.

The church bells rang as it announced another hour of the day, the wind shifting some dirt and sand off the ground. Quickly glancing outside, you noticed a convoy drawn by horses walking down the main street, their whinnying getting louder as the man guiding them whipped their back and sides sharply.

“Gentlemen. What did your good-for-nothing do to our town? And what brings y’all in my father’s saloon?” you asked, the attention shifting from the culprit to you. You arched a brow as you slid the whisky glass you’ve just finished cleaning and another one across the counter, walking over the liquors to fill it for the men with their habitual orders.

“Ah,” one of them grunted. “This bastard thought he was the best in town and started arguing with Lord Landfield over some laws. He threatened him and even tried to get into his daughter’s panties!” one of them shouted as you poured alcohol into their glasses, noticing an arrogant smile plastered on his face. You didn’t like where this was going.

The culprit raised his eyes at you from his stool and observed you working, your orbs boring into his for a quick second before looking away to grab another bottle of liquor.

“Well, I’m pretty sure he had some good reasons to speak his mind to the mayor. Does he have a name?” you smirked as you placed a glass of herbal liquor in front of the soon-to-be-dead gentleman. He thanked you by a brief nod, and his face contorted into a grimace as he rose his glass to his lips, downing the drink in one go.

“He deserves to be hung by the balls, he’s from the Lees! Lee Juyeon! No one touches the mayor’s daughter like that except her husband!” the man on the left banged his fist onto the wooden counter, making everyone applaud and raise their glass at the idea.

Of course, you disagreed with their horrendous methods, but who were you to counter. Since you didn’t want to be the next in line, hung and burnt alive, you preferred to keep your mouth shut and observe.

“I never touched her!” exclaimed the-said Lee Juyeon but was quick to get shut up. “You don’t get to speak up, you piece of shit! If I said that you touched her, you did, end of the story!” Another man threw his fist right into the apparent lawbreaker’s nose, who immediately wiped his blood-spattered face on the side of his dirty shirt and spat on the floor.

You could tell that Juyeon was surprised by everyone’s agreement, trying his best to hide the fear in his eyes by clutching his jaw. One of the stablemen left the pub for a quick second before coming back, holding a long, white rope with a dirty smile on his face. Faces lit up in delight when he skilfully threw it in the air and swirled it around one of the massive wooden joists before tying a slipknot on the other end. The young man’s hand clutched around his glass, and he stared at you, noticing a hint of despair behind his two dark brown orbits.

You’ve seen many men and women in his state, but for once, you spotted something different. Sincerity, pain, and hopelessness could be observed in this man’s behaviour. He looked like he couldn’t hurt a fly, but you also knew that men were good at lying and being pitied when it was needed. However this time, for some reasons, you felt your heart pinch at the visible fear daunting the cowboy.

The men of law sat down at a table near the swinging doors and lit up their cigars thanks to the waitress’ matches, only to slap her butt as a thank-you. She giggled like a teen girl, which made you even more sickened by the situation than you already were, many people emptying the saloon in fear of witnessing death.

“Oi bastard, are you thinking of a way to shag the bartender before your sentence? She’s pretty cute, right?” one of the officers yelled as the delinquent’s eyes lingered on your working figure. You sent them a death glare, and they elbowed each other with a dirty grin, the idea of shooting them between the eyes titillated your mind for a quick second. “Try not to get us thrown out, she can be pretty rough, just like her father,” you heard them snicker, and you turned around to sigh and roll your eyes, trying not to get arrested either by ‘disrespecting’ them, even if it looked really tempting.

Abruptly, the oldest officer pushed a chair with his foot towards the young man, puffing some smoke out of his mouth, the action leaving a greyish trail lingering above their bald, dirty-minded heads. The stableman grabbed the man from the counter and forced him to get on the chair before shoving his head inside the slipknot and tightened it.

Exhaling sharply as it already happened too many times since your father passed away and bequeathed the saloon to you, you closed your eyes and looked away, mentally cursing the sheriff for choosing your tavern for doing such horrible acts of what they called ‘justice’.

“So, Lee, any last words before we shoot you in the head?” one of the officers insolently said as he expertly swirled his pistol in his hand, his other holding the cigar close to his mouth. From where you were, you could see the culprit gritting his teeth, trying to remain neutral.

“No, I don’t. Because I have done anything wrong, except expressing my honest opinion to the sheriff. And, as much as you want me to, I never laid a finger on his daughter,” the man spat confidently, only to have the two officers and some other men around the saloon unpleasantly shaking their heads.

“I can’t believe it. Even at the edge of death, he’s still willing to lie,” locking the cylinder before lowering the hammer of his revolver, the officer pointed his weapon towards the young man, who stayed as still as possible.

Everyone stared at the scene with intensity, some drinking their liquors or taking puffs of cigars like they were watching and enjoying some entertainment. The culprit was staring intensely at the officers, making them understand that he wasn’t scared of the gun nor facing death. You, on the other hand, were exhausted of those illegal actions and atrocious scenes that already happened when your father was still from this world. Luckily, he always made sure to give you to the tailor next door when such things happened, but it wasn’t really helpful since you became responsible for the aftermath at a very age.

They weren’t the ones that got rid of the dead bodies they shot inside your establishment, they weren’t the ones crazily rubbing the dirt and dried blood off the wooden counter or ventilating the building to get rid of the gory, metallic smell lingering around, nor were they the ones getting scared and sick of working in such sordid conditions. Some graphic execution scenes were still lingering in your mind even years later and shocking you to the point of getting sick and wobbly for a few days, getting flashbacks of the gun firing off. No matter how many people you saw dying in the saloon or while walking around town after witnessing some settling of scores, you would never get used to this sleazy, corrupted method of getting rid of people.

And this case was the last straw. You could not handle another bloody situation, where people would be cheering and happily exiting the saloon as if nothing happened, leaving you mortified and scarred for the nth time behind.

As the sergeant was about to pull the trigger, you were swift to get out your dad’s revolver from the small compartment under the counter and shoot the wooden beam in two precise bullets. The waitresses shrieked and the rest of the souls populating the saloon flinched, hands going to protect their head and ears. You shot the wood three other times to make some dust and pieces fall to confuse everyone, hiding some bullets in your corset before going around the counter and grab the man by the sleeve. Among all the panicked people trying to rush out of the saloon, you dragged the man out through the back door, letting one of the waitresses take the control of the saloon.

“Come on, we don’t have a lot of time!” you said out of breath, the muddy ground staining the pans of your dress with a dark brown colour. The man looked still shocked to have narrowly dodged death, catching his breath as your hands were fumbling with the knot keeping your horse close to the wall. Seizing the reins with a soft yet skilled hold, you were quick to slide your foot in the stirrup and swing your leg over the beast, extending your hand for the man to take it.

He messily placed his foot on the wooden fence and jumped behind you, his hand still in yours as the fence collapsed under his weight. You felt his jerky breaths fanning your neck as you commanded the horse to race off.

“Ya! Ya!” you angrily yelled, repeatedly squeezing your legs around the horse for it to go faster as you heard some gravelly voices lingering around the saloon. Your horse neighed and picked up the pace, its hooves hammering the dried ground of the main street as you bolted out of the town. “Lower your head, we need to go faster!” you yelled and the man obeyed, your heart pulsating in your temples as you heard some screams and people opening fire towards you, bullets going through a few wooden wains from the neighbouring houses.

“Sorry about the fence,” the man whispered and you shook your head, eyes still focused on the dusty road. “That’s the least of my worries right now. Hold onto me instead so we can lose them faster,” you spat and whipped the reins on the horse’s neck, the man’s large hands landing onto your waist. “What’s your name, by the way?” he yelled so his voice wouldn’t be covered by the horse’s noises, and you slightly turned your head to the side. “Y/N,” You simply answered, trying to ignore his hands on you as he was accused of inappropriately touching the mayor’s daughter and pushed your feet down the stirrups as you went up a hill.

The town was quick to disappear behind you as you hurried into the taiga, following the winding trail as fast as possible. The lawbreaker was still holding onto your waist, his hold strengthening as you didn’t seem to be ready to slow down anytime soon. The concentrated look on your face didn’t subside at all, sometimes looking back to make sure that you weren’t being followed.

Your heart skipped a beat as your horse jumped over the railway line, his hooves toughly landing on the floor as the way started going downhill again, the man behind you hitting his chin against your shoulder due to the force of the impact. He mumbled a quick apology, but you didn’t even hear it, the wind blowing in your ears preventing any sound to reach you.

You finally ordered the horse to slow down as you reached another dense forest, the air feeling chiller as the sun was struggling to get through the infinite branches of sharpened pine needles. You and Juyeon kept your head low, the latter pushing his hat further onto his head to protect his already severely injured face from the spiky needles. He let out a small hum of surprise when you reached a small cottage with a wide range of greenery surrounding it, not expecting someone to live here. The air was so pure and fresh that it almost hurt your lungs, with no sign of tobacco smoke or dust from the road to poison your inner organs.

Getting off the horse, you drew the gun out of your corset and removed the bullets, tossing the revolver on a lonely stump. The man recoiled at the sight of the weapon, but instantly relaxed as you went behind the cottage. He grunted in pain as he got off the horse, giving it a gentle tap and rub its muzzle. It snorted quickly and turned around, walking further into the greenery to relax from the intensive workout you went through.

When you came back, the cottage key in hand, your gaze fell on the man leaning against a trunk, dried blood and cuts still covering his face. His bottom lip was split open, and his cheekbones were bruised, eyes bloodied by the dust and the several hits he received from the men of law. You sighed as you stared at him, hand sliding in the key and unlock the door.

“Come in,” you said as you pushed the door open, walking across the room to draw the curtains out.

Juyeon slowly limped inside, eyes travelling around the small living room, falling straight on a chair after placing your dad’s revolver on the table, the wood creaking under the collision. He groaned in pain and closed his eyes tightly, his jaw twitching as he suffered in silence.

You gave him some privacy and walked to the kitchen, getting some wood planks and a bunch of herbs and weeds from one of the cabinets. Just like your dad had taught you, you lit up a fire in the chimney and hung a small cauldron to the chain. You stood back up, the room getting filled with a heavy silence, not really sure of how to act with a possible criminal in your secret home. He sighed and groaned in pain many times as you prepared a brew and some lukewarm water to freshen up.

His worried eyes met yours as you heavily placed a wooden basin with steaming water on the table next to him, your hands sinking a piece of cloth in the warm water and twisting it.

“Take off your shirt, I need to clean and check your wounds,” you monotonously said, and the man’s hands hovered above his top, hesitantly undoing the first few buttons while looking outside.

He gulped as he exposed his torso to you, your eyes widening in shock for a quick second at the state of it. He got beaten up severely, red, and purple areas already littering his entire thorax. The bruises looked excruciating and probably caused some inner injuries, hence his unnatural movements.

You quickly pulled his shirt away from his body and ditched it on the table, eyes now wandering around his arms. He was pretty muscular – you couldn't neglect the steel-craved abs embellishing his torso – but the cuts and wounds were critical enough to damage the view.

Starting by cleaning his wounds and body with the piece of cloth, Juyeon tried his best to remain still, but it got intolerable at some point. He started hissing and cursing – not at you, he was grateful that you were willing to put yourself in danger to save and take care of him – but more in pain, his eyes flooding with anger as he recalled the sergeants’ faces and their accusations.

“You know,” the man started through gritted teeth before groaning as the piece of cloth grazed against a sensitive laceration on his collarbone, “I didn’t touch the sheriff’s daughter. I'd never touch a woman like that despite what they want everyone to believe,” you quickly looked at him in the eyes and chuckled, your hand delicately grasping his wrist to lift his arm to clean the residues of the cut on the side of the torso.

“I think it’s impossible for you to do so,” your voice trailed as you focused on your task, the man questioningly looking at you. “How so?” “She’s on the other side of the world, probably a thousand miles away from us. Serena is a successful woman, she’s sacred to her father. You probably saw her mother strutting around town like she’s the next queen, which is something quite ridiculous but funny at the same time. Serena is the pride of the family because she got married to an Australian businessman and is now living like a good middle-class person, you know?” his eyes widened as you explained everything to him, his tongue clicking in frustration.

“Lies? I became the scapegoat of those assholes for lies?” you defeatedly sighed and shrugged as the man was furrowing his brows, getting upset. “Welcome to our town, I guess. It is how we, no they, make the peace reign there. We all know that nobody shouldn’t mess with the mayor, but I guess that you are not from here, so you miserably fell into his trap,” you offered him a compassionate smile and carried on with cleaning him, wiping your damp hands on your dress as you got back to the fireplace.

You came back with the cauldron, hands enveloped in the wet piece of cloth as you gently plunged it in the water, Juyeon flinching at the steam surfacing from the warm-cold impact. Your eyes focused on the plant-based mixture you had prepared to heal and sanitise his injuries, following your grandma’s textbook to the letter.

Juyeon groaned again at the warm solution being applied on his body, feeling his skin itch and burn as you kept rubbing the product in. He looked up as you focused on your task, now rubbing his arm while holding his limb with a certain grace. On your face, he could discern some sadness and exhaustion hidden in your features, his mind wandering to what possibly happened to you to be in this situation.

“And you?” he started with a more hesitant voice as if he was scared to frighten a deer, “what made you the bartender of this saloon?” your hand quickly stopped working but resumed almost instantly, but Juyeon noticed.

“Owner,” you corrected, and his eyes widened, an impressed look painted on his face, “I am the only survivor in my family, they all died from sickness or old age. I became the owner of the saloon as soon as my father passed away. He was in this horrible business, letting the authorities do their dirty work inside the bar, away from prying, curious eyes. Of course, since I am a woman and is only good at taking care of children and clean, they keep coming here no matter how many times I refused. I, fortunately, didn’t have to witness every single execution when I was young, but it still sends me into anxiety fits when it happens. I’ve seen a lot of people going through what you’ve just escaped from and it’s almost impossible to get rid of the flashbacks,” you briefly explained, feeling the tears well up in your throat at the mention of your deceased father and harrowing trauma, but you swallowed thickly and repressed your emotions, keeping a neutral face.

“S-Sorry, I didn’t mean it,” he mumbled, and you shook your head, wetting your hands in the basin to quickly get rid of any remaining substance. “It’s fine,” you emotionlessly said, hurrying back in the kitchen to get some time alone.

Juyeon didn’t mean to hurt you by stirring some hurtful memories, but of course, curiosity killed the cat. Thanks to you, he had escaped his humiliating death sentence, and all he did was unintentionally pressing the wrong buttons. Agonisingly, he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes as he got up, the room slightly spinning as he limped towards the kitchen to come to you. Your shoulders were heaving up and down as you attempted to muffle your cries and silence your emotions, not wanting to break down in a room with a man other than your father. It was one rule that you forced yourself to follow, not wanting to appear weak to anyone's eyes.

“I’m sorry, it wasn’t my intention to hurt you like that,” his cavernous voice resonated against the walls of the empty kitchen, making you wince and quickly wipe your face with trembling hands before turning around. “How could you know?” you said with puffy eyes, the sight squeezing Juyeon’s heart as you tried to give him what was supposed to be a reassuring smile. He slowly walked to you and took a gentle hold of your trembling wrists, his chocolate orbs boring into your own. The gaze that you had found quite intimidating a few minutes ago when he was angry against his attackers currently held something completely different. It wasn’t pity as you were used to when you brought up your past, but something more like compassion and tenderness.

“Y/N. I know I'm a complete stranger and a criminal in your eyes, but I wanna help you the way you did for me,” he started, and you stared at the ground, trying to get off his grip. “I don’t need help,” you mumbled, but he didn’t let you go, the grasp around your forearms tightening but still felt consoling.

“Yes, yes you do. Withdrawing yourself into silence won't solve anything, it will only give prominence to your sadness and scars and prevent you from moving on. You don't have anyone to talk to about it anymore, you keep everything to yourself and stay stuck in this state of distress. You helped me avoid death and run away, so let me assist you in breaking away from your past. At least allow me to try,” he whispered those words to you as if he was afraid someone else would hear.

Tears blurred your vision, something that didn't ordinarily happen when the discussion topic was your father. You always managed to hold back your tears, but for reasons that were still unknown to you, with Juyeon, it was like your brain allowed him to see your raw, true side for some reason, despite knowing him for less than an hour. Maybe it was the fact that he wasn’t from your town and wouldn’t be telling your secrets to anyone else to cause you harm or humiliation.

“One trauma at a time. You need to get some rest first,” you countered his argument by guiding him out of the kitchen, and Juyeon let out a chuckle, frustrated that you cared more about his well-being than yours. “Very well then, but promise me you'll let me help,” he asked as you walked him into the rocking seat where your grandfather used to take his nap when he was still in your life.

"We'll see," you whispered, helping him to sit down before giving him a small smile. He let go of one of your wrists and lifted your hand to his face, placing a kiss on the back of your hand while never breaking eye contact, the action of chivalry making your heart skip a beat.

"Thank you for everything you have done for me," He mumbled before kissing your hand again, his damaged lips curving into a smile as you let your hand linger in his, against his mouth.

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[eralisse]

Brothers Conflict: Passion Pink - Kaname - Sleepovers Part 1

I swear, the romance gems in this game are hidden in the non-major scenes.

So in this game, the sleepovers are split into 3-4 segments; 1) in the hallway, 2) in the romance interest's room and in bed, 3) in bed after waking up in the middle of the night (maybe), and 4) in the room the next morning. I don't know if a particular scene 1 leads to a particular scene 2, but I've chosen here to select the scenes that I liked the best in this sequence.

Brothers Conflict Translations Index

At the door

Kaname: Oh? Imouto-chan. What are you doing here at this time?

Ema: Kaname-san… Good evening.

Kaname: Good evening. What’s up? Did you come here to see me?

Ema: Um… That’s not it.

Kaname: Ehh, you didn’t?

Ema: No, that’s, um…. I came to see you.

Kaname: Haha! How cute, Imouto-chan. However… Hmm. I’m happy you came here to see me, but the truth is, I have a memorial service tomorrow.

Ema: Ah, is that so? Pardon me. In that case, I’ll just go back for today…

Kaname: No… If you can cheer me up, I’d rather you stay.

Ema: Cheer you up…?

Kaname: Right. In a memorial service, facing the deceased is a given, but another important part is facing the bereaved family. Even here, I must steel myself. So, because it means my willpower will be replenished… I want you to cheer me up.

(Kaname-san… Normally he’s pretty lighthearted, but at times like this he’s really like a monk…)

Kaname: For example, if Imouto-chan can cuddle with me all night long, and kiss me the whole time, I think I’ll be filled with energy then.

(I take it back…!)

Ema: … I can’t do that!

Kaname: That’s disappointing~ Hmm, what to do. That was a joke. If Imouto-chan stays in my room, I can be cheered up. So by all means, I would like you to come in.

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In the room

Ema: Ah, Kaname-san. I went to the 5th floor earlier and got some sweets. Would you like some?

Kaname: ... Hm? Ah, thank you.

Ema: By the way, may I borrow your kitchen? I’ll make some tea.

Kaname: … Sure.

(...?)

Ema: Say, Kaname-san. What’s going on? Do you feel sick..?

Kaname: Eh? What do you mean?

Ema: Um… Somehow, your responses are a little dull.

Kaname: …

Ema: Was I imagining it?

Kaname: ... No. You’ve caught me…

Ema: … Has something happened? If you don’t mind, you can talk to me about it.

Kaname: Ah… Hm… This is on rare occasions, mind you… It’s when there’s memorial services. I get pulled into the mourners’ suffering.

Ema: Pulled into... suffering?

Kaname: Primarily, monks exist to save those who are worried or suffering. However, if I sympathize with the mourners, not only will I not be able to save those who have come to rely on me, I will lose my spirit to the deceased as well. Therefore, on the surface, I work to save people’s souls and fulfill my duties as a monk. But, sometimes… After a memorial service, I’ll suddenly remember the mourners’ anguished faces, and can’t get them out of my mind. When that happens, it takes a little time for me to recover… Haha.

Ema: Kaname-san…

Kaname: But, how did you know? That I was a little off. … No one else… None of my older or younger brothers have ever noticed.

Ema: … I noticed, because… I’m always looking at you…

Kaname: Eh…?

(... Ah, um. It appears that I said something incredible just now…)

Kaname: You’re always looking? At me?

Ema: … Uh, umm. That’s…

Kaname: … Haha, I’m glad. Then, sorry… For just a little bit, let me be spoiled by you.

Ema: Eh…?

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(Kaname-san’s arms reached out towards my body…)

Kaname: … Is it alright if I hugged you?

Ema: … It’s fine.

Kaname: … Good.

(... Even though Kaname-san is an adult… I wonder why, but he seems really vulnerable right now…)

Ema: Um, Kaname-san.

Kaname: Hm…?

Ema: I don’t really understand too much about monks, but… I think I would want a kind person who can worry, suffer, and be sad with me, to save me. Kaname-san is a kind person…

Kaname: … Hey, Ema.

(What was that? Just now…)

Kaname: When a man is vulnerable, it’s not good to say those sorts of things. … They’ll easily fall.

Ema: Fall…?

Kaname: … Yup. They’ll want to do things like this…

[Kaname kisses Ema.]

Ema: …!

(Just now, he touched my lips…)

Kaname: … You’re skilled at pampering. I didn’t think this would become such a mess, showing you something unseemly.

Ema: That’s not…

Kaname: It’s fine. That’s just what I think. Hey. Even though I said it was just for a little bit, would it be alright to sleep like this tonight?... I want to sleep while holding you.

Ema: … Yes.

Kaname: Thank you…

(... I hope Kaname-san can sleep well… Good night.)

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In the morning

Kaname: Good morning… Imouto-chan.

(Mm…? This voice, Kaname-san…?)

Kaname: Still sleepy?

Ema: Eh? What? Is it already morning…?

Kaname: Yep. It’s still quite early though. You can stay and sleep a little more.

Ema: What about you…?

Kaname: After doing some meditation, I’ve got roadwork. I’ve left a spare key on top of the table, so please lock up when you leave.

Ema: … Okay.

Kaname: It’s alright if you don’t return the key.

Ema: … I’ll return it properly.

Kaname: Haha. Even with such a bleary-eyed face, your responses are good. Well, I’m off. … Once again, good night, my cute Imouto-chan.

[Kaname leaves the room,]

Ema: … I wonder if it’s alright to sleep. … I’m going back to sleep.

(... Oh, what’s this, this smell from the futon… Is it incense? It’s Kaname-san’s… It feels safe, like I’m being embraced by Kaname-san…)

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Comments

I still haven't gotten around to finishing the game, but this is probably the closest that Ema has gotten to explicitly confessing. Most of the other scenes I've seen, where it's obvious that they like each other, also involve a lot of tedious back-and-forth. Mainly where Kaname flirts, and Ema denies him, and "we're siblings" blah blah blah. (One of the other sleepover sequences, in all 3 segments, is just like that the whole time. So, so tedious.) Here, in this set, everything's a lot more tender.

It also gives us a little more insight on Kaname's job. Although I'm still confused on just what his whole job description is. He's a host, so that involves shifts entertaining women, and then additional late nights (??) where he gives sermons with his "gracious words". And then here he holds memorial services for the dead, and also spends a lot of time with people that are worried or suffering. I'm sure that there are worried/suffering women that go attend Club Buddha, but how do the memorial services fit into that?

And finally, there's the bit where even the other brothers can't tell when Kaname is feeling down. Really makes me think that his usual lightheartedness/flirting is part of a mask. That, and it's sad that while he runs around taking care of his brothers, who takes care of him? (Especially after what Iori does to him! That's trauma material right there.) I get that as one of the eldest brothers, he probably puts on a brave front to not worry the others, but still, surely someone should care enough to be able to tell. But who am I kidding; there's examples of family not being able to tell in real life all the time.

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[cinnamonrusts]

together, we can make it out alive - 2

parts: 1

-- mentions of alcohol 

your issues with leon flare up at the worst of times, and you have a trip down memory lane -f!reader

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"Lieutenant!" you cried out and hobbled to your superior's aid as he backed into a wall. His hand was pressed against his wound and he threw his head back in pain but shooed you away when you tried to support him as he slid down to the floor. "I'll be fine! I'll be fine!" he huffed out in his typical annoyed manner, despite nearing death. "Y-You two need to get out of here... alive," Branagh added. "What about you?" Leon asked. The injured man raised a bloody hand and pointed his index finger toward the male rookie, "You save yourself," he coughed several times, "That's an order!" He dropped his finger and dug into his shirt pocked, then fished out a small notebook with a brown cover. Branagh leaned forward to hand the notebook to Leon, "E-Elliot, an officer here believed that there was a secret way out of here."

Leon flipped through the blood soaked pages and he examined the drawings that this presumably deceased officer drafted as Branagh explained. "I'd come with you two, but I would just slow you down." the RPD Lieutenant had accepted his fate that he wouldn't be going anywhere. "[Y/N]", he called your name and looked into your eyes when they met. "You take care of yourself, officer. You're a good kid. It was a pleasure being your Lieutenant." his pale lips turned upward into a weak smile.

His attention then turned to Leon, "Kennedy. Despite this being my last moments as your superior, I have one request of you." his eyes stared into Leon's, "If you see one of those things -- uniform or not. You do not hesitate. Do not make my mistake, you hear me?" The male rookie accepted this request and promised to do everything he could to keep himself and you safe. Branagh gave each of you one last handshake before he barked at you to go.

You hesitated because you felt that there might be more that could be done, but Leon pulled you along with him. Getting to safety was now the priority.

Your cheeks grew warm and your cheeks felt sore from the smile that grew wider as Leon explained. "You're too nice to me, Leon. Even after I picked on you all the time during school."  Earlier in the day the two of you had graduated from the police academy which was in a city far from both of your hometowns. Everyone in the graduating class decided to go to a local bar to celebrate the accomplishment you all achieved. Each of you had a story to tell and a lot of them were similar to yours. 

"Kennedy! You sly son of a bitch," you curse as Leon handed you a white, rectangular cardboard box. Leon smiled with a slight shrug of his shoulders. "Open it," he whispered in your ear under the roar of the busy bar the two of you were seated in. When the lid was removed, the contents caused your eyes to sparkle in awe. Inside of the package was a silver bracelet with blue gemstones nestled in the center of each link. "I told you no gifts!" you yell at him and delivered a swift punch to his shoulder. Leon shrugged again, "I saw it at the mall, and it kinda just --- jumped out at me." he leaned over and his finger touched the jewelry, "I had to get it."

You were a girl from a midwestern city with big dreams of living it up in a city that was far-far away from Raccoon City's limits. The first few weeks of the police academy were rough, and you were skeptical if you wanted to continue on with it. You did not get along well with most of the other female recruits and struggled fitting in. That is until you met a swoopy haired male named Leon, who was paired with you one day and bonded.

 Leon was still leaned in close and you could feel your heartbeat in your throat. Unsure if it was your emotions, the alcohol, or a mixture of both but you felt like your entire body was a bright shade of red. "Say cheese!" a female voice yelled out which drew both of your attention front and center. A classmate pointed a Polaroid in your direction and was ready to snap a picture. You set your gift down on the bar counter and threw your arms around Leon's neck, then pulled him in close. Leon slinked his arm around your waist and held his pint of beer in the air. After the bright flash of the camera, the classmate handed you the photo and went off to snap more pictures. You took the square paper and shook it several times in the air. As the photo started to develop, you noticed how happy the two of you looked. "Aw! Look how cute you are!" you point out Leon's cheeky smile and giggled several times. Your giggles grew louder and louder, then turned into several snorts.

 Leon took you to his car and struggled with the lack of support for your weight. "You sure do handle your liquor better than me!" you giggled and poked his cheek several times. "Well, you also managed to get six shots of tequila into you before I drank my first beer." Leon leaned against the hood of his car and supported you with his knees. Your eyes first focused on his handsome face as you admired the way that he looked, and he did the same. You could feel your face grow red again, so you decided to change your attention to the darkened sky above. Leon's fingers grazed the skin of your arms which drew your attention back to him. His eyelids were half mast and he had a smile on his lips. "Leon, you're drunk, aren't you?" you ask, despite being heavily intoxicated yourself. "Maybe," he answers. He pulled you close to his body and you could feel his breath against your face. He kissed you and you kissed back. But when you pulled away from each other, you could see his moonstone eyes glow with the moonlight from above.

"I think you've had enough," Leon chuckled as he rested his hand on your shoulder but watched you guzzle down another shot of tequila. "Wait! Wait! I need the lime," you hurried a sucked on the sour citrus fruit and felt your face contort at the taste of the bitterness. "C'mon, missy," Leon took your arm and threw it around his shoulder to support your weight. But didn't expect it to be dead weight, because when you both stood, your body dropped like a stone to the floor with a thud. "Oh shit!" Leon cursed as he reached for your hand that flailed around in the air. "Are you okay?" he asked as he pulled you up, but you laughed uncontrollably. "I'll take that as a yes," he smiled and led you out of the building.

Leon's fingers continued to tickle your skin as they danced up your biceps to your collarbone, and his teeth pricked at your body simultaneously. His digits glided across your bone before they dropped to your exposed cleavage, you pulled away from him for a moment to get a breath of fresh air.

Leon was surprised when you did it. Your hand cupped his cheek and your eyebrows furrowed, "They're sending me back to Raccoon City," your happiness faded to a more somber mood. Leon took your hand in his and placed small kisses on each knuckle, "I'll come with you." Your instincts made you smile but your gut gave you a feeling that it was the alcohol talking and not the genuine Leon, which made you frown. "You always said you'd never want to live there," you finally spoke. "Yeah, but I didn't realize how I felt about you then." he continued to kiss your hand between words. You were almost certain now that it was the alcohol. "W-what?" your words stuttered.

You dribbled some hydrogen peroxide onto a cotton swap and attempted to get at Leon's wound from his open collar, but couldn't. "You're gonna have to take off your shirt." He nodded and slipped off his vest before he unbuttoned his shirt to slide it off. You could feel your hands tremble as you recalled the last time you saw him shirtless, but you snapped yourself out of it. This was no place to walk down memory lane. "This is going to suck, I'm sorry." you said as you placed the soaked cotton onto what looked like a bite wound. He jumped and cursed which caused a chuckle to bellow from your throat, "Okay Mr. Tough Cop Man, can't take a little peroxide. huh?" you joked. He didn't say anything beside a gruff under his breath. As you continued to clean his wound, you could feel your eyes take peeks at his chiseled torso, but mentally cursed yourself anytime you did. This seriously was not the place.

Leon stopped his kissing and now stared you in the eye, "I promise you that if I ever come to Raccoon City, I will tell you and we'll continue where we left off." He held out his pinky finger which linked with yours, "It's a pinky promise."

Leon pushed you behind him and took the lead down the hall. His gun and flashlight at the ready as the stillness of the night lingered in the abandoned station. As you followed him with your own weapon and light in hand, you noticed a wound on his trapezius and the fabric of his uniform still wet. "You should take care of that," you point it out. Leon hummed in confusion before he acknowledged the wound that you spoke of. He shook his head, "Don't worry about it." You ignored his words and pulled back on his shoulder, "Don't try to act like such a tough guy. We should do it before we carry on, there's some supplies in the locker room up ahead." You hobbled past him and lead him through the door. Leon closed the door behind you as you approached a locker and scrolled through the numbers to enter a code. "I always keep some supplies with my stuff, never know when you're going to need it." you ruffled through your bag and pulled out a first aid spray with some other supplies. "Should patch myself up too while we're at it." your finger pointed to a bench in front of you and told Leon to sit. "Shouldn't it be ladies first?" he asked as he sat and you responded with a, "Shut up."

 "[Y/N], about the last few months... I- I meant to reach out, but...-" he attempted to explain himself but you stopped him mid sentence. "Now is not the time, Leon." you turned to leave but he pulled back again. "What if this is the last time we are able to talk? We could die as soon as we walk out that door!" he yelled. Your eyes narrowed as you gave him a moment to express himself, "I-I met this girl back at home. I just got wrapped up in all of it and cut off a lot of important people," he ran a hand down the front of his face. "That's why I didn't show up on time! We-we broke up, I drank too much, then slept in... God, if only I came here..." he trailed off in his guilt. You felt some sympathy for your former partner, "It's probably a good thing you didn't come on time." you explained to him the weird things that had been going on lately. The weird cannibalistic killings, how shifty the police chief was acting, and how everything spiraled out of control. "This isn't how I expected my first day..." Leon sighed into a closed fist.

"One last thing," you picked up a can of first aid spray and sprayed the entire area with the green mist. "All done." you patted him on the shoulder and allowed him to re-dress himself. You lifted your injured leg onto the bench to assess the damage that shard of glass did, as you looked closer at it you could see the raw flesh that resided under your skin. Ouch. When you grabbed the peroxide, your hand met with Leon's, "Here, let me help you," he offered but you smacked his hand away. "I got it." your voice was harsh and you continued to treat your wound. Once you were patched up, you shoved the remaining supplies into your hip pack, "I'll still be pretty slow but we should be fine." you took a few steps toward the door but Leon pulled you back.

 You couldn't help but scoff, "How do you think I feel?! From what it seems like, my entire crew is dead! Then, "Mr. Rookie of the Year" strolls in from the shadows to save the day! I haven't seen you in years, Leon, years! You completely disappeared and then when I do finally see you, the fucking town is on fire!" you run a hand through your deranged hair, "I don't think I can do this." you lifted your pistol and pulled the hammer back to make sure it is loaded. "I should've just called in. Then, I could be miles away from this fucking place!" your anger came to a boil, "Then, you! How can you act so-so laid back! Ever since I met you! Always Mr. Cool Guy! This city is fucked!" Leon tried to hush your yelling before you attracted any unwanted visitors.

Your raised voice dropped to a louder whisper, "You promised me, Leon! You promised me that you would come back and when you did, you would tell me! You said we would continue what we started but no, I find out you're coming here by a fucking banner on the ceiling!" your finger pointed in the air. You closed your eyes as you decided on your next move, "I think you'll be better on your own." your hand turned the knob and you took a step out in the hall, "You think you can just come back here and act like everything is the same. Touch me like you did before -- I-," you don't turn around to face him, "I'll see you on the outside of this place." and left him with those words with a door slammed in his face.

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