#but literally this house is a jail cell it gets to a point where i don’t even notice the days go by

[banghwa]

genuine question how do u get over ur fear of existing

#i haven’t been able to rly let myself enjoy my new job without stressing about whether it’s enough #and i know it is because other people work here with the same paycheck and live alone and happy #but i cant let myself believe that like. i’ll ever be okay on my own #i think ive been rly conditioned to think i’ll fail no matter what even though i know i wont #like i’m fucking smart im competent i have proved it i can live on my own i AM independent #but literally this house is a jail cell it gets to a point where i don’t even notice the days go by #i have never felt like a real person until i moved out for those few months and that was so scary #like. how do i get over that fear of screwing my life over and just fucking go out and live #dl

[itsthestutterforme]

Love to Break You (Rafe Cameron Drabble)

Prompt Credit @mostlyheinous : “I’ll have so much fun breaking you.” “Eyes on me,”

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, this is not a beta’d read, sexual themes (oral sex, fingering, p in v penetration, mirror sex), MINORS DNI, use of pet names

**

“Oh come on, Y/N. It’s the party of the year. What else do you have planned on a Friday night?” Your friend, Sapphire jested. “It’s Rafe’s party. I’m not going.” “That literally doesn’t matter. You probably won’t even see him.” You huffed, handing back her blunt and standing from the sand of the beach. “What’s your problem with him anyway?” She called after you, putting out the blunt in the ashtray and stuffing it into a plastic bag as she scrambled to pack her stuff up.

You were only a few blocks from Pope’s house. You’ll probably spend the rest of the night playing Resident Evil, not going out to some stupid party. You waited until she caught up to answer, “Him and his friends are always dicks to my cousin, Pope. The Kook and Pogue rivalry is so stupid.“So what?” “If you even need to ask that, you’re a lost cause.”

“Okay look, Pope and his friends are Pogues. Rafe and his friends are Kooks. They’re always going to have a rivalry. Don’t let that get in the way of you having fun.”

“If that’s your way of making me feel better, you suck at it.” “I’m just saying, loyalty to your cousin is what’s going to turn you into a Pogue like them. And believe me, that’s the last thing you need.” “I’m already a Pogue, what are you talking about?” “Barely, you have a full time job and save up for things. Which is more than I can say for Pope and his friends.”

“Watch it,” you warn. “You walk around here like you have a stick permanently lodged up your ass. Go to the party. Get laid, smoke some weed, drink some beer. Live a little! Damn.” She lectured. “Or don’t. I’m not your fucking parent.” She bumped your shoulder and she walked passed you to cross the street.

“Bitch,” you heard her say from across the street. “Fuck you,” you shouted and she flipped her middle finger up at you. You sincerely debated chasing after her and drop kicking her but that would probably land you in a jail cell. Someone’s sharp whistle caught your attention. Your head whipped over to see Rafe on his dirt bike. “Isn’t that the fifth friend you told to fuck off? Not the most social person, are ya?”

“How about you do me a favor and do the same, huh?” You continued to walk down the block when you heard an engine rev and a blur of tires made it’s way into your vision. You stumbled into the front of bike and saw a smirk make its way onto his face. “You coming to my party tonight?” “What point of fuck off do you not understand?” “I’ll go once you answer my question,” “I’d rather jump into a pool of shattered glass,”

You pressed the kill switch on his bike and side stepped around him when he let go of his bike fast enough to trip you. You reached out for the fence to stabilize you before sending a glare over your shoulder. “You know, I would leave you alone but you’re so fun to piss off… And it’s kinda hot.”

He picked up his bike and sent you a kiss before switching the bike on and peeling off the curb. You fucking hated that guy.

**

You were zoning out while you waited for the Xbox to sign in when you heard a faint freak of your bedroom door opening. You looked up to see JJ clearing his throat. “Shit, I didn’t know you would be in here.” You waited a moment before saying, “Well it is my room.” “Right, well uh- we’re heard to Rafe’s party later if you want to come.” He offers, adjusting the white cap he was wearing.

“Is everyone going to that stupid party? Why are you guys going?” “To stir up some trouble,” he says with a mischievous smirk. “Just sayin’. I know fighting is kind of your thing. And there’s definitely going to be a fight or two there.” “You don’t say?” He hums in agreement. “Where there’s Pogues and Kooks, there’s always gonna be a fight.” He answers with a shrug.

Pope comes into the doorway and scratches the back of his neck. “Why do I feel like you guys want to ask me something?” You set down the controller and lean back on your hands while you wait for a response. JJ’s gaze fell to your breasts that we’re spilling out of the racer back crop top you were wearing.

Pope noticed his friends gaze and elbowed him in his ribs. “Ow! What the fuck man,” JJ whined. “Stop checking her out,” “What? She’s hot, dude. I’m sorry.” They conversed like you weren’t within earshot of them. “What do you want?” You asked. “We were wondering if you can give us a ride to the party,” Pope suggests.

Sapphire’s words rattled around your head. “Get laid, smoke some weed, drink some beer. “Fine,” you said, clapping your hands on your thighs before standing. “When’s the party?”

**

“We leave at midnight and not a minute later,” you tell the group of teens like you weren’t only two years older than them. “Wait you’re coming inside?” JJ asked. “Yeah, why not?” “Sick,” he fist pumps, earning an eye roll from Kiara. You took the keys from the ignition and tucked it into your pocket along with your phone.

You wore a simple black sun dress with roses on it and sandals. Your curly, short hair was still damp from the shower you just took. As soon as you set foot on the gravel driveway, you smell firewood and booze. JJ got you a drink as you sat by the fire pit and John B passed you a J.

You were beginning to enjoy yourself and little did you know Rafe’s eyes were on you the entire time. He was half listening to girl next to him and peered at you over the edge of his solo cup whenever he took a sip. His jaw clenched when you laughed at something JJ said and JJ leaned a little closer to brush shoulders with you.

He let it go on for about thirty minutes before he lost his patience. He waited until you left to go where he assumed was the bathroom. Rafe gave a look to Topper who immediately knew where he was going with this. “Time to take out the trash, boys.” Rafe starts as he stands from his chair and shakes off the girl on his arm, Kelce and Topper followed.

“Hey Sarah, what are you doing these days?” Topper asks, leaning over the chair behind her. “Getting over you, Top.” John B answered for Sarah. “Looks like JJ’s gotta pant busting crush on Y/N, Rafe. Isn’t she your girl?” Kelce jests. “No the fuck she isn’t.” JJ stood from his chair and got in Kelce’s face. “You need to leave her out of this,” Pope suggests.

“Or what, Pogue? You’re gonna hit me? You don’t have to balls.” Rafe smiled when he saw you cross the cobblestone patio to where the confrontation was happening. “He isn’t, but she is.” John B starts, and you decked Kelce in the face from the side. You sent him stumbling backwards where he tripped over a chair.

“Hell yeah!” JJ exclaims and Rafe punched him in the stomach while Topper shoved John B to the ground. “The fuck is going on here?” You start. Rafe wasted no time picking you up while Kelce called other guys to jump into the fight with the Pogues. “Y/N!” Pope yelled after you while you dangled from Rafe’s shoulder.

“Let me go! What the hell is wrong with you!” You shouted to Rafe and he chuckled as he completely ignored you. He tightened his grip on your legs the more you tried to break free. He finally opened a room and set you on the bed gentler than you anticipated.

“Have you lost your mind?” He took off his hat and ran a hand through his hair, his eyes never leaving yours. “I’m leaving,” you stood from the bed and he pushed you back onto it. “Don’t touch me,” you stood up and stepped up to him, not caring if you needed to look directly upwards to look into his eyes.

“Touch me again and I’ll make an example of you like I did your friend.” He audibly laughs and took a step closer to you. His warm chest pressed against yours but you didn’t dare to step down. “God, you’re fiesty. I love it. I’ll have so much fun breaking you.” “You’re not breaking anything,”

“Tell you what, let’s make a deal. We’ll wrestle for it. I win, you have to stay the night with me. You win-“ “I win, you and your friends leave me and my family the hell alone.” You interrupted, shoving your chest against his. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw his gaze darken and noticed that he didn’t move an inch when you attempted to shove him.

“Deal,” he starts. “Deal,” the next second, you moved to punch him but he grabbed your wrist. You used the other hand and he did the same thing. “Come on, Y/N. I thought it was going to be harder than this.” He taunts. “Fuck you!” You twisted your wrist outward and broke free of his grip. Sending a drop kick to his abdomen, he stumbled a bit and you tried to make a break for the door but he beat you to it.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and sent you clear across the room onto the bed. He was on you in a second and pinned your wrists above you with one hand, placing his free hand on your inner thigh. You cursed yourself at the goosebumps trailing up your body and made it’s way up to your hardened nipples. “You done?”

“I’m not fucking you,” he laughed in your face and pulled away from you. “I didn’t expect you,” “Who are you lying to?” “I’ll end the party and we can watch a movie after. How does that sound?” You eyed him skeptically but he continued to call someone. “Shut the party down,” “What? It’s only ten o’clock?” You heard the voice doubted over the phone. “Does it sound like I give a shit? Get it done.” He hung up.

“How are people even friends with you? You’re a dick.” “You can pick the movie,” he turns on the TV and hands you the remote. He kicks off his shoes and jumps on the bed as a deep sigh leaves his lips. “Is this normal for you? Kidnapping girls that want nothing to do with you?”

“Come on. Who’s the one lying now? I see the way you look at me. I saw the way your body reacted when I touched you. It’s just a matter of time.” “Yeah, well don’t hold your breath.”

**

It’s been hours since the party ended. It’s close to 1 a.m. now and you’re not even close to being tired. You had clicked on the Choose For Me feature on Netflix which put on Sabrina the Teenage Witch. Rafe eventually drifted off the sleep after he took off his shirt.

You couldn’t help yourself to looking at the toned muscle from the ripples of his traps all the way down to his back dimples. You made the decision to leave before you ended up making a mistake. Only managing to set one foot on the floor, Rafe grumbled, “Don’t even think about it,”

The grittiness of his voice sent a throb down below. “Jesus,” “Huh? What’s wrong? You okay?” He lifted his head from the pillow and you rocked your leg back and forth as you crossed your arms. “I’m fine,” you dismiss. “Do you need a change of clothes?” “Oh my God, Rafe. Just forget it.” He sits up and his gaze fell exactly where you didn’t want him to see.

“Ah, I see what’s going on here.” “No, you don’t.” Chills rolled down your spine in contrast to the throbbing between your legs. “No?” He brushed a hand over your breast, feeling the hardened nipple. You let out a gasp and crossed your arms over your boobs. “You’re stubborn. I’ll give you that.”

He laid on his back and manspread his legs as he fixed his hair. “So what do you wanna do?” “I wanna go home,” “Fine, your keys are on the counter downstairs.” He tucks his arms behind his arms, flexing his chest muscles and you nearly lost it. “Okay,” you turned to stand from the bed only to be pulled back down.

By the time you processed what was going on, his hand gripped the back of your neck and he slammed his lips on yours. He devours your lips with his, occasionally nipping at your bottom lip as he demanded access. You loosely held his face as he rolled you on your back and slowly settled between your legs.

“I can make you feel so good, baby.” He says once he pulls away from your lips and descended to your neck. He pulls your dress up and cupped your cunt through your lace panties. He rubs circles on your clit, smirking when you arch your back into him. “But.. I need you to say it.” He pulls away from you entirely and hovered over you, occasionally glancing down at your lips.

“Say what?” he brushed his nose against your jawline, his breath fanning into your neck. “You know what I want,” he whispers. “I..” “You?..” you hated that he was getting off on this. “I want you.. to do something before I find someone else to do it for me.” You snapped.

“You just had to ruin it,” he says with a chuckle. “You know what?” He didn’t give you a chance to respond before tearing your panties down the middle and gathering your juices with his fingers.

He sank a finger in, prodding at a sensitive spot on your back wall. Your mouth fell open when your walls expanded around another finger. A gasp left you, your hips rolling to match his quick thrusts. “Yeah you like that?” He spurs on, loving the wet sounds your cunt made as it took his fingers in.

He pushes you further up on the bed before laying down until he was level with your cunt. The mirror set right in front of the bed made it that much messier. He sent an experimental lick to your clit. Your head dropped back to the bed and he shoves his fingers deeper inside of you. “Eyes on me,” he commands and you brought your attention back to him.

Looking at the mirror, you watched as he spread your folds to expose the nerve. He circled your clit with the tip of his tongue and sucked harshly until he felt your legs tighten. A lewd moan escaped you as you frantically grab at the sheets. His soft licks compared to his hard thrusts on his fingers sent you over the edge quicker than you anticipated.

Tears built up from the overstimulation, your legs closed around his head and he grumbled in annoyance. Wrapping his arms around your hips, he pressed your legs apart with both hands and pierced your walls with his tongue. A wail left your lips and tears stained your cheeks. “Oh don’t cry now, sweetheart. You wanted this, remember?”

You couldn’t form a coherent thought to make a smart remark. Everything he was doing felt so good. With a few quick, strong licks to your cunt your body started to twitch from another impending orgasm. When it inevitably came, you shouted and begged him to give you a break.

“Please! I can’t take it. It’s too much,” he hovers over you again and took your entire chin into his hand. “Awe, it’s too much? You think that bitch, JJ, can’t make you feel like this. Huh? Use your words, bunny.” He fingers you again with his free hand and rubs hard circles on your clit with his thumb.

He laughs when you tried to push his hand away. “What happened to all that attitude, bunny? Did I suck it out of you?” You screamed when he pinched your sensitive clit. His eyes widened in surprise and clapped a hand over your mouth. “Shhh. Don’t want the neighbors to think I’m killing you in here. I’ll give you a break.”

He slowly removed his fingers from you and licked your puffy folds teasingly, earning a whine from you. “I hate you.” You croak, your entire body felt like jelly and your eyes started to close. “You’re really going to hate me when I fuck you to sleep,” you let out a squeal when he stood from the bed, flipped you on your stomach and dragged you towards the edge of the bed.

**

Your lips parted in agony when your sore stomach muscles tighten as you tried to sit from bed. You looked at yourself in the mirror to see your disheveled state. Sun rays beamed through the sheer curtains, alerting you that you’ve overstayed your welcome. Purple and blue bruises littering your chest, neck and stomach. Your torn dress and panties on the floor. Rafe was sound asleep, his face in your direction as he laid on his stomach with one leg hiked up.

The sheets just covered the curve on his ass but not the skin your nails laid claim to. He was peaceful as can be, like he didn’t slut you out for two hours straight. You’ve never cried so much in one night.

You tried your best to slide off the bed with minimal noise, but of course he was a light sleeper. “Where do you think you’re going?” “The deal was stay the night. It’s clearly morning.” “Is that attitude I hear, bunny?” You took your bottom lip in between your teeth and chose to be silent.

“Just so we’re clear, you’re mine. If you try to date anyone else, and I’ll kill ‘em point blank. Each and everyone. I’m all you’re gonna need. I’ll take care of you from here on out, understand?” Your mouth fell open at the hot, psychotic man in front of you.

He put his boxers back on and lifted your mouth closed. Giving you a quick peck, he adds, “Close your mouth, bunny. You’ll let the flies in. Now what do want for breakfast?”

#black!reader #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x black!reader #outterbanks #jj maybank #john b routledge

[travlersjoy444]

2012 Karai x reader Incorrect Quotes

A spiritual followup to the incorrect turtlexreader quotes, because honestly Karai is the only one of them who I actually have a crush on! Definitely more niche tho lol

***

(Y/N): *in a jail cell* What about my Miranda rights!? You’re supposed to say I have ‘the right to remain silent’”! NOBODY SAID I HAD THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT!

Karai: *in the cell next to them* You have the right to remain silent, what you lack is the capacity.

April: Can I get a waffle?

(Y/N) and Karai: *fighting and yelling at each other*

April: Can I p l e a s e get a waffle?

Karai: If I was married to you I would put poison in your coffee. 

(Y/N): If I was married to you I’d drink it.

(Y/N), to Karai: One universe, nine planets, seven seas, seven continents, and I had the unfortunate luck of meeting you.

Leo: Hey, that’s not very nice-

Karai: There are only eight planets, you uncultured swine!

Leo, forgetting about (Y/N): VIVA LA PLUTO, SCREW YOU!

(Y/N): Y’know, maybe things aren’t so bad. I’m here. I got the nice forest breeze. Just alone with my thoughts.

Karai: Hey, (Y/N).

(Y/N): GODDAMNIT!

(Y/N): Karai has only knocked me out three times this week. Our friendship is really developing.

(Y/N): You know, Karai, you are the sun in my life.

Karai: Why? Cause I'm smoking hot?

(Y/N): Because it hurts my eyes looking at you.

(Y/N): *angrily presses Karai against a wall* WHERE'S THE MONEY?!

Karai: ...

Karai: Are we about to kiss-

(Y/N): What’s up with you?

Karai: What do you mean?

(Y/N): You’ve been nice and helpful and considerate all day. What’s your game?

(Y/N): So what’s the plan? 

Casey: I don’t know. You’re smart, *points at Karai * they’re mean, come up with something.

Karai , writing in their diary with a glitter gel pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands.

(Y/N): Let’s not Karai this into a worse situation than it already is.

Karai: Did you just use my name as a verb?

(Y/N): This is a bad idea.

Karai: Then why are you coming along?

(Y/N): Someone has to get your injured self home.

(Y/N): Did you have to stab them?

Karai: You weren’t there. You didn’t hear what they said to me.

(Y/N): What did they say?

Karai: "What are you going to do, stab me?"

(Y/N): ...That’s fair.

(Y/N): What's gone wrong, Karai?

Karai: Hey! That’s one hell of a thing to say to a person. Just because I’m calling doesn’t mean there’s a crisis.

(Y/N): That’s technically true, I suppose. Why are you calling?

Karai: Well... There’s a crisis.

Karai: *on the phone with (Y/N)* I can’t talk right now, I’m doing hot girl shit.

(Y/N): You’re pulling Oreos apart and saving off the frosting to make a mega Oreo, aren’t you.

Karai: Maybe.

(Y/N): You use humor to deflect your trauma.

Karai: Awww, thanks-

(Y/N): That’s not a good thing.

Karai: All I’m hearing is that you think I’m funny.

(Y/N): What are you doing here?

Karai: I could ask you the same question.

(Y/N): I live here. This is my house.

Karai: I should probably ask you a different question.

(Y/N), holding an unconscious Karai: Oh no. Please don’t be dead.

(Y/N): You know, I really wish you’d just admit you made a mistake sometimes.

Karai, stirring their coffee: I prefer it with salt.

Karai, looking in the first aid kit: Why did you fill this with pop-tarts?!

(Y/N), bleeding out: I thought it was funny at the time.

(Y/N): Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?

Karai: It was autocorrect.

(Y/N): Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."?

Karai: Yes.

Leo: So you’re dating (Y/N)?

Karai: What? No! I’m just buying them an accessory since they have terrible fashion sense.

Leo: That’s literally a wedding ring.

(Y/N): Love is weakness and an evolutionary mistake.

Leo: You are literally making a Valentine’s day card for Karai.

(Y/N), pointing their hot glue gun towards Leo: You’re on thin fucking ice.

Mikey: That shirt looks great, (Y/N).

(Y/N): Thanks.

Mikey: But I bet it would look even better on Karai's floor.

Karai: Are you hitting on (Y/N)... for me?

Karai: Hey, babe, remember how I had to go to the pharmacy to pick up my ADHD meds? (Y/N): Yes? Karai: Well, it turns out they're all out for the next five days. (Y/N): Fuck. Karai: It's gonna be a fun week! (Y/N): I'm going to Leo's house. Karai: Nuh-uh. Through sickness and health, motherfucker.

Leo: (Y/N), gather the others. We need to have another Karai-is-doing-something-stupid-again-and-we-have-to-stop-them-before-they-hurt-someone convention.

Leo: So, how long have you and Karai been together?

(Y/N): No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Karai and I are not together. No. No.

Leo: Really? Sixteen ‘nos’? Really?

(Y/N): Where are you going?

Karai: To get MYSELF a gift cause somebody didn't get me one!

(Y/N): I told you I did! Its coming here on Friday!

Leo, knowing full well that (Y/N) got Karai an engagement ring: *eating popcorn*

Karai: *kisses (Y/N)*

(Y/N): !

Karai: ...Did you steal my chapstick?

(Y/N): Did- did I what?

Karai: My chapstick, (Y/N). Did you steal it?

Leo: Karai, for the love of God, not this again.

(Y/N): I- No, I didn't steal your chapstick. We use the same chapstick.

Karai: No, there is absolutely no way we use the same chapstick, because it was only sold on one Etsy shop two years ago and they discontinued it, and I loved it so much that I bought the last of their stock, and I keep it in my freezer so it doesn't go bad. It's been discontinued for three years. No one uses the same chapstick for three years. So unless you've been eating a whole fuck ton of something that's flavored like chocolate and popcorn, you absolutely stole my fucking chapstick.

(Y/N): Chocolate and popcorn?

Leo: Why do you think it got discontinued?

*(Y/N) and Karai flirting with each other yet again*

Leo: And you two are sure you're not dating?

(Y/N): 100%.

Karai: Of course not! Why would you think that?

Leo: I wonder why that possibility would even cross my mind, Karai. I fucking wonder.

Leo: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.

(Y/N): Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you.

*Karai walks in*

(Y/N): Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

Karai: Hi.

April: Hey, did you do what I said? Did you tell them?

Karai: I did.

April: And what did they say?

Karai: “Thank you.”

April: You’re totally welcome. What’d they say?

Karai: They said, “Thank you.” I said “I love you” and (Y/N) said, “Thank you.”

Karai: How do I make a date really romantic?

Shini: Be mysterious.

Karai: Okay!

*later, while on a date with (Y/N)*

(Y/N): So where are we going?

Karai: None of your fucking business.

Shini: Hey, (Y/N), are you free on Friday? Like around eight? (Y/N): Yeah. Shini: And you, Karai? Karai: Umm... yes? Shini: Great! Because I'm not. You two go out without me. Enjoy your date!

Karai: I’m this close to falling in love with (Y/N).

Shini: Your fingertips are touching.

Karai: Exactly.

(Y/N): Jail is no fun. I’ll tell you that much.

Karai: Oh, you’ve been?

(Y/N): Once. In Monopoly.

Shini: Truth or dare?

Karai: Truth!

Shini: Do you-

(Y/N): I dare you to kiss me.

Karai: *kisses (Y/N)*

Shini: They said “truth”, right?

#tmnt x reader #tmnt 2012 x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #gn!reader #tmnt karai x reader #tmnt 2012 karai x reader #karai x reader #tmnt 2012 karai #karai hamato #tmnt karai

[dr3amofagame]

wait, so let me get this straight: jdream and jsam are an item. psam gets involved. jdream runs off w psam, jsam goes to jail. jdream/psam yuri ensues. jsam escapes. jdream gives up psam to jsam but convinces jsam to let psam live. they're all under house arrest together, and this is the point in the timeline where your fic takes place. have i got that right? birdhouse timeline dropping When

YEAH YEAH YEAH basically !!

for the timeline i'll give u uh the flowchart here, as well as a quick runthrough of what "path" in specifics plan threesome goes down (as well as a little update bc this flowchart is a little out of date now, it's missing some things. like plan threesome. lmao)

canon timeline happens (the c! universe) (~1 year)

jmah happens after c!sam (who becomes j!sam) time travels to day one of the prison (~1 year)

four square happens -- crossover event between jmah prisontrio and c!prisontrio shortly after inconsolable differences in the jmah!timeline (im so fucking sorry already for this mess) (~1 week, but happens 6 months after jmah daedalus)

mayfair immediately follows four square, and involves jmah dream + jmah sam being in a house together alone for a year. this is where their sexual relationship begins (~1 year)

mayfair+ starts when c!dream gets tped into the mayfair cottage. j!Sam builds a cell under the mayfair cottage. this goes on for a year as they acclimate to life together (~1 year)

mayfair+ff happens when sam + dream from kenjo's forced family AU get thrown in as well. ff!sam ends up being sexually involved in the jmah duo's deal shortly after he arrives, and c!dream eventually joins them. (~1 year)

birdhouse actually specifically refers to the umbrella of AUs that begin with coparent!sam being added to the mayfair cottage hell. this coparent!sam has already gone through the entirety of the coparent timeline, more or less, and has been going to therapy after p!dream left him shortly after they got married. he's pretty horrified by what's happening and his newfound ethical dream apologism gets tested against younger versions of him who are deadset on the whole "i am the warden thing." he quickly bonds with j!dream. (~9 months)

p!Dream gets thrown into the mayfair cottage ... sad. sorry for making u suffer king 😭. he's technically put under p!sam's supervision and the two of them have a complicated ass relationship as they try and work together to get themselves out of this mess. (~6 months)

about half a year after p!dream gets thrown in, we gave them XD certified magic babies. awesamdrabies timeline continues for a few years

when the kids are about 2, p!sam + p!dream (who have been in a weird on again off again relationship) have a blowout fight that ends with p!dream telling p!sam in no uncertain terms that it's over. j!dream, at the same time, is super depressed about the fact that j!sam doesn't actually love him. this results in them having an umm kinda sorta secret affair for a few months before j!dream freaks out one day and spills the whole thing to j!sam. this somehow ends with j!sam + j!dream getting together in an official relationship

a few months later, a series of unfortunate events leads to j!sam making a wish to "start over" with a new house with his son and j!dream, alone. this...goes poorly. j!dream falls into a deep depression and after a few months, runs away after a fight. in the conflict that results, he ends up reunited with the rest of the birdhouse crew (rescued specifically by p!sam) and j!sam ends up in jail. they go on the run together

when the kids are about 3-4, the coparents + j!dream + c!dream + the kids (faith + the triplets) roadtrip while j!sam is in jail. the coparents end up in a kinda sorta relationship again. j!Dream/c!Dream yuri is a staple since like literally four square but theyre traumatized so it's complicated. i'll make the birdhouse love diagram at some point. ummm because we said so p!sam and j!dream end up separated from all the others and have to make a life together on their own, and so they end up as. roommates. in a house . slash p

it doesn't stay slash p

j!sam ends up in jail for about a year and then tracks em for like, probably another 6 months to a year. j!dream/p!sam yuri happens and they've got like a somewhat functional relationship (#TRUST) but j!sam is also. tracking them down. anyway when j!dream sees him in town, he makes the executive decision to sell p!sam out to j!sam and reveal where they're living to him...and also lies. a lot. about the nature of their relationship for the last year. he knows that if j!sam knew the truth, he'd basically deeeefinitely kill p!sam immediately, and j!dream kinda wants that to. not happen. plan threesome refers to his um Desire for all three of them to coexist and fuck! that's been at the back of his mind for Awhile, so when j!sam is back he reacts by basically framing everything between him and p!sam being. well. a lot of manipulation + horrors where j!dream has been fucking with p!sam's head the whoooole time warden so you see p!sam is just a widdle victim and needs to be protected from the big bad dream

yeah his planning is still batshit. who wouldve thunk

that. brings us to the fic! AND YEAH sorry this is insane LMAO

#my asks !! #basically you have it on the dot there's also licherally a million words of backstory going into this #because we're . normal #birdhouse AU

[xplrvibes]

Sam losing his mind in the basement reminds me a little bit of prisoners in isolation in the olden days. How they'd get shut up in a dark room like that with no one to hear them screaming, I feel he got a tiny taste of that tbh. Though he was not chained up and could move around, not saying he was imagining all of it cos I could hear the knocking and walking and occasionally heard voices (whether it was Colby's voice he was hearing like he said I dunno) but the flashes he was seeing, we saw no evidence of that and I was like 'now you're just like a scared prisoner in a dark isolation cell losing your mind' I guess this shows how quickly he'd probably break in an old timewimey prison or jail, lol.

Yea, the mind is an interesting place. Fear can really manifest some strange shit if you let it take over you.

There is a group of mediums on youtube who I came across last night who were live streaming and reacting to the video, and I watched a bit of it. They were on the part where Sam was in the basement and they were saying (and this is not me saying this is what happened, but it is interesting) that Sam was showing so much fear in the basement that the spirits down there were messing with him on purpose, just to scare them for their own amusement. It was literally a bunch of ghosts (or maybe one or two, I don't remember the number) sitting around and giggling while pulling at his hair or whatever.

I don't know if that's true or not, but boy is the thought of it funny.

Anyway, I don't know how much of it was actually paranormal vs him truly hearing Colby - cause Colby was talking to the camera at points and a 300 year old house isn't exactly going to be the most soundproof place on planet earth - vs him manifesting shit in his mind from his own fear, but if I had to wager a guess, I'd say it was a healthy combination of all three.

#asks #sam and colby #sam golbach #colby brock #snc video review #xplr

[kingocringeracc]

Howdy. I'm racc, I'm posting this one for new people coming in from @fuzybby so yall don't just come in to trent reznor with a Dino, and game of thrones fanart. Anyway, this is all heavily inspired by max brooks and his world war z novel.

Thanks for reading, see ya.

Jacob Sterling.

Synopsis, uhhhh, an interview.

November 25, 2023

Yonkers, New York

After a pleasant dinner with the Sterling family, I’m met by the father of the home, Jacob Sterling, and Sean Gray, the men I would be interviewing, even though Jacob would be speaking for most of the interview.

“So, Jacob, you were put in prison when the US government fled past the Rockies correct?”

“I was, this was back before they had found out a way to keep criminals from being criminals, public shaming, you know, the signs they'd put around people's necks saying what they did?”

“But I was caught trying to steal from my neighbor, and I was put in a jail cell with a man we all called Bubba.”

“Now, I'm a pretty tall dude, I'm 6’0, but Bubba? Jesus Christ, he was tall, I think one of the guards measured him to be about 6’8? 6’7?”

“But anyway, Bubba was tall, but he was cornfed too, straight off a ranch in Amarillo. I'm sure if he wanted to, and with a good right hook, a Zeds head would explode, he might not have been Iron Mike, but he hit hard.”

“I dont know why Bubba got put in there, but I dont think he did anything, he was a kind, Bubbae person, that always gave people more chances than he should've, and was more than happy to help if you needed it.”

“now on to the actual substance of my experience in the war. One day, me and bubba were in the cell, doing whatever the hell we did to pass the time. When a few officers came in and asked us to put a bag over our heads, or they'd do it themselves, me and bubba where smart enough to go along with what the hell was going on, even though we had zero clue if we were about the be put to death or not. And we were put in some type of vehicle, and driven out to some air force base I can't remember the name of.”

Jacob pinches the bridge of his nose, seemingly trying to remember some of the details.

“We met this agent of some sort, I dont remember if he told us his name or not, but he told us we were to be trained on how to jump from a plane and survive. Me and Bubba dont know why, but we figure it's better than being in a cell.”

“So for the next three weeks, we take a basic airborne course, learning how to be a paratrooper, all the while we haven't been filled in on why we’re being given this course, all we know is that we’re doing it, when finally, were put into a big ol plane going across the continent, only landing once in the gulf of Mexico, where there was the USS teddy roosevelt, where we refueled, and on our flight, we where finally told our destination, and why we where trained.”

Jacob then decides to do an impression of the officer, which gets a laugh out of both me and sean.

“you have been chosen to be put in the city of yonkers to find and kill, any, and every, single zombie that you can get you hands-on, this will help the united states, eventually, retake the east coast. If you can even kill 5 of those things, it will help us.”

After his joke, he continues his story.

“We’re given a pack, we open it up, find a week of food, water, a cyanide pill, a knife, and a journal. And told to get ready to drop”

“The freefall was something I'd like to experience again, it was like floating at a point. But as were falling we spotted a few stores that would be essential for our survival, and a house, but I saw a construction site, so I decided to land there. I land at the site, I dont see any zeds, so I see Bubba’s parachute landing just a few across from me, and he comes over to me, and asks what to do next.”

“We decide to go to the house that we spotted in the sky, Bubba literally says, “This knife is too small”, manages to find a sledgehammer, and decides, yeah! That'll be my weapon!”

“Yonkers was surprisingly not full of zeds when we dropped, but there were still a few wanderers, and I got to witness the strength of a 300-pound titan of a man, with the extension of a metal hammerhead. More than enough zeds were on the floor, and this is with Bubba using the sledgehammer as a one-handed weapon, not as a two-handed weapon, which is how normal people would use it.”

“We find the house, figure out it's a two-story, and decide to scout it out, Bubba finds one of those “in a fire, rescue the animals! Sign” with the only name “ruby” on it, and we enter through the door after I manage to pick the lock. We find signs of a very clear animal lover, there are animal signs all over the place, and pictures of a man with a dog, who must've been ruby. The dude in the picture had one of the best-grown beards in the world, pure black hair, and the most charming smile I've ever seen. Ruby seemed to have the same coat of hair as him, except curly, he must've been some kind of poodle mix from what we saw. And had an even better smile.”

“I’m pretty sure that was the first time I saw Bubba cry, looking at that picture. But we continue to investigate the house, making sure the locks work, checking windows, and looking for any type of non-perishable food. We find a few cans, but we find an entire stockpile of dog food in the backyard shed. We decide that enough searching around for the night, and we’ll look at gas stations, look for more supplies, come the next day.”

“We actually got a good night's sleep, after blocking off the stairwell, and getting our separate rooms with good beds. It's actually a little strange how many rooms there were being that the only evidence of the house owner was the dude with the great beard and his dog. But come next morning, we stop by a gas station, get all the canned foods, bring them back to the house, drop them off, then go to a grocery store, all the while clearing out the zeds we see, we get more canned food, and for whatever reason bubba decided to get some canned dog food.”

“we go back to the house, drop off the food, then I see one of the best cars I've ever seen, which I'm sure you saw in the garage.”

Jacob winks at me, and its true, its a very impressive car, a 1969 Camaro, kept in almost perfect condition.

“and wanna know what's even better? It wasn't locked, and the keys were in the glove box, whoever decided to leave that girl behind clearly didn't want to take care of it, so, that made me the owner, and the caretaker of it. Bubba didn't really get it, his thing was music and collecting CDs, and records. We decided to go to the fire station, maybe they'd have some clothes we could wear, that'd be thicker, be better than what we had if we got into close quarters with the Zeds, Bubba thought it was a good idea, so we get in the Camaro, which had gas, luckily, and drive on down to the fire station.”

“bubba asked to me to go to a music store soon because there weren't any CDs in the glove box, nor was there a CD book. I agree, music is good, but I think Bubba would have badgered me and gone on a rant about how music was the greatest thing to ever happen, and how music was the very essence of humanity. I came to find out that he was right”

“We arrive at the fire station and sneak in, I tell Bubba that it is probably not a good idea to bring the sledgehammer, but he ignored me, didnt wanna use a knife, “too fragile, too small”, he would say. So we get into the station, and go to the locker rooms, maybe they'd have uniforms there. Turns out they did, and apparently there was one of Bubba’s cousins in Yonkers before the war because they had one that fit him, I also found a crowbar, a useful tool, for literally everything. We decide that we've done enough for today, and go home”

“The next months went without a hitch, doing more cleanouts, and getting Bubba his music, going further and further away from our base each time. But one day we come home to something rummaging around in our backyard, we see this black dog, with curls, it must have been ruby, I grab a rifle we had found a month back, but Bubba screams at me to “Put that damn thing down!” it was the first time I heard bubba shout like I said, gentle giant. But he goes into the house, all the while Ruby is growling and barking at me, when Bubba comes out from behind me with the canned dog food, and opens it.”

“To my absolute bewilderment, Bubba puts the food down in front of ruby, and it begins to eat, bubba circles it, trying to examine it, and he comes back to me and says “it's starving to death, and its almost winter, let it come inside, we have power, and firewood to keep the house warm. Ill be damned if I let it die out here when we have the power to help.” so, I couldn't really say no, especially when I thought the same, so I leave the door open, and that's how ruby started hanging out with us, and became our best friend.”

“Fast forward a few years, we've got a routine nailed down, the town is all secure, when we decide to go into a more densely populated area, and we find this fellow over here, who managed to survive out all on his own, because his parents where survivalist, and decided not to go with the government because they thought the government where all nazi’s.”

Jacob points to Sean, where Sean gives a small smile and a wave, before adding to Jacob's story.

“I had been living by myself for the past 4 years, my parents died after the first week of us coming out and investigating, but I remained for the next 4 years, and had essentially lost the will to live, so, out of sheer recklessness, I went out on a limb and decided, id much rather die by someone else's hand, than my own, or succumb to the dead. And I ended up meeting Bubba, Ruby, and Jacob.”

Sean gestures to Jacob to continue his story, Jacob does, but busts out a bottle of alcohol, he hands it to Sean, and Sean seemingly understands and leaves the room and returns with glasses, he pours one for all of us, and I sip at mine, while they both slam theirs back.

“Another 3 years pass, and we'd been out here for about 7 years at this point when one day I see Bubba looking at Ruby with a sad look in his eye. He looks at me and tells me to get Sean, he sits us all down and tells us that Ruby isn't getting any older, and she's gonna start to hurt a lot, and we gotta think ahead. Sean isn't having it, to be fair, neither am I, but Bubba had every single reason to be right, every single living thing died someday, despite what was going on in the world at that time. So Bubba goes to the veterinarian's office, turns out he was a veterinarian in Amarillo besides his farm work, he knew how to take care of animals, and he knew how to do it properly, that must have been why he was such an animal whisperer, he befriended a murder of crows during those years as well, every few weeks or so they come back, none of them are the original crow's bubba fed and befriended, but crows are smart critters, and they can pass down which humans are friendly or not. But where was I? Ah, right, Bubba going to the veterinarian's office. He makes sure he has the stuff to make a chemical called pentobarbital, it's the stuff they use to put down your dog, he explained it all to use both, it was a seizure medicine, that caused the animal to go unconscious, and it would stop brain function, and it would stop the heart, within 2 minutes.”

Sean is starting to cry silently on my right, his hands formed into a fist pressed against his mouth. Jacob pours another drink, and slams it back, pouring another for sean.

“when the day finally came, bubba was ready, he had ruby in the car within seconds, and we where at the veterinarian's office within 2 minutes, speed limit didn't matter, i found the whole speedometer, and this was time to use the whole speedometer. Bubba made a batch of the chemical we needed a few days before, some kind of sixth sense he had. But he inserted the IV into Ruby’s leg, and we all hugged parts of her, bubba looked her in the eyes as she closed them. He said it was what he did with all the farm animals he had to put down. It was his code of honor or something like that, I never saw him kill a human, and he never really looked the Zeds in the eye.”

Jacob sips at his glass and takes a shaky breath.

“We buried her in the backyard”

“That wasn't the worst to happen though.”

“A few months later, some freak storm came in, and Bubba went outside to make sure the generator was working when we heard his scream, a zed had snuck up behind him in the storm and must brought about 400 of his buddies with him, I see him stomping the skull of the zed in, I see the bite on his leg, I see the group of zeds behind the fence, bubba runs inside, he gets a first aid kit. Calmly wrapped the wound around his leg, got dressed in his firefighter uniform, and gave me his journal, and I will never forget the words he told me, he said to me and sean after Sean came out of his trance that he was in because of the bite. “If I pass out, have the strength to end me, you have been the greatest blessing to me, the both of you, but ill fend all of them off, it will be the last thing I do, and I will then go rest with ruby.” so, as the storm raged on, it must've been right on top of us, the thunder and lightning were going a mile a minute, but as I watched bubba smash the skull of every single zed out there, with the exact same sledgehammer that he picked up the first day we got to yonkers. I think every single strike from his hammer was somehow perfectly synchronized with the thunderstrikes. And when the rain cleared, Bubba was the only living being that remained. And we were just now coming down with a fever. He used to joke about how he drank from a lake where there were tons of brain-eating amoebas, and he starved the thing to death. I'm half convinced he was right now, because was still standing when normal people would have already slipped into a coma, he had been fighting for at least 7 or so hours. He looks at me and hands me his hammer, tells me it's time, and so I go and get a towel lay it underneath his head, and wind up the hammer, and in a single stroke, I smash his brain in one blow, merciful and quick. I wrap the towel around his head and cradle his head in my arms, Sean joins me. Me and Sean had a silent ride to the casket store, if that's what you'd call it, and hauled it back to the house.”

“It takes me about 5 hours to dig his grave, Sean puts his body in the casket, and makes a wooden grave.”

we manage to not drop his grave, and we bury him.”

“Another year passes, and the army finally arrives, a year too late. But they arrive nonetheless, I meet the missus from the army, we settle down, and start this little family. 2 years later, the final zed in China gets crushed under my heel.”

Jacob and Sean get up and ask if I want to pay my respects, I follow them, and put a guitar pick on a grave.

It reads.

Here lies Bubba

Dearest friend

The man who made me realize music was the soul of humanity.

The second grave reads

Ruby

#zombies #world war z #max brooks

[onslaughtsqueen]

Technoblade new member

I hear dripping water from across the jail cell. I groan smelling the sitting water, feeling like ima throw up. I groan moving my hand over my swollen belly. I groan looking around. here I am nine months pregnant in a cell no idea how I got here and where my husband and my son are. I hear doors opening and I get up looking through the bars seeing Sam moving passed “ SAM” I cry out looking over. He ignores my cries, leaving shutting everything. I look around at my poorly made bed and only two blankets and a flat pillow. I feel tears run down my face, I hear a click and hear three voices, I sit on the bed cupping my belly groaning getting no real comfort from the bed, the door opens, I see quackity along with everyone else walk in. Quackity smiles looking over me “ look at you now, another one on the way. It was so nice meet kratos “ I grip my shirt angry at the way he speaks about kratos. They leave me there, I sigh laying down as time passes, I get a slight pain and I ignore it thinking my body just uncomfortable on the bed, but it keeps going on for an hour then stops then another hour. I sit up groaning, I look out seeing it’s night fall and everyone has left the prison. I groan and turn standing up while leaning my arms on the bed, I rub my belly. “ what’s going on love “ I move trying to find relief from this pain. Three more hours pass and I’m on the floor on my knees crying at this point. Confused on why I’m in so much pain. I yell out for help trying to get anybody attention to help. I start to sweat, I put my hair up pacing the cell trying to get some relief.I look out the window seeing the sky and the moon, I cry “ where are you beloved”

Techno pov

I groan in frustration as dream and philza look at me trying to comfort me, I look over at kratos as he sleeps. I cover my face, dream comes up “ techno “ I lift my ears so he knows my listening “ they took your wife, the banished you from your country, they tried to kill you not once but twice twice “ I feel anger boil up in me, I go to the chest grabbing a button, philza stands up smiling, dream looks confused but follows me out to a side of a mountain, he places it. The walls fall. dream gasp “ wait ooo my gosh “ he smiles along with me, we grab stuff and we meet back at the house explaining the plan, I get my stuff together, I smile at kratos sleeping form, philza picks him up keeping him close to his chest as he flies off, I get on my horse with dream on my tail.

Y/n pov

I’m on the floor curled up crying, then I feel a warm liquid run down my legs, I gasp and lean on the wall “ no no no no, not rn not rn no “ I try and breathe. I feel a pain shoot through me, I screams pulling my pants down opening my legs. I lean back, I gasp and cry out. I try to push but start to feel my hips locking up as I try to move, I scream getting on my knees, putting one of my hands under myself. I wait a while then my body starts to push and push, I groan as tears run down my face. I whimper techno name, wishing he was with me.I breath heavy moving my hand over my belly “ come on, COME ON” I cry out more while pushing and pushing. I start to feel light head, feeling like I’m going to pass out as I stop to breath then keep pushing “you can do this come on love help your mother AAAAA” final one last push, I gasp holding my baby in my hands, I breath heavy rest the baby on my chest as I lean them forward clearing their lungs, I smile big and cry more when I hear them start to cry out, I wipe them off and smile big “ a girl, ooo techno going to love you “ I take my shirt off wrapping her up, she whimpers in my arms. I cry and pull at the tube on ur belly cutting off the circulation.I close my eyes and lean my head on the wall. I hear a click to tired to care who walked in, I hear a gasp and a voice call out to another followed by another gasp. I breath heavy and look up seeing sam with ponk. I hear a firework and start to hear screaming.Sam and ponk look up running not shutting the door. I grab a blanket and walk out holding my little girl close to my chest, I cover myself as I feed her” shhhh love “ when I finally get out the prison, I look over seeing nothing but destruction. I get lost in the view I don’t even hear techno call out to me, I see philza fly down then I turn seeing techno, I cry as he gets closer, I fall to my knees as he gets closer he falling to his and moves his arms over me, I cry into his chest almost forgetting the baby girl in my arms until she cries out, techno ears shoot up. looking at me confused, I smile and move the blanket showing her to him, he’s face shows multiple emotions, angry, sadness, happiness. He picks me up, bring his nose closer to the little girl, smelling her scent, tears fall from his eyes, dream and philza look confused until they see the little girl on your chest, they both smile. As I get closer I hear another whimper, I smile seeing kratos in philza arms. I look to techno “ you brought him to war “ I could only speak softly, my vocal cords sore from before. I just close my eyes knowing I’m safe now. Last thing I remember was feeling him lift me onto a horse and my mind went blank.

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[rebelwrites]

Did You Kill Him?

Jax Teller x Reader

You was in two minds whether to call into work and say you was sick, it would be easier that way and meant you wouldn’t have to deal with the anger of your best friend once he saw you face.

But then if you called in sick you knew he would either come round his self or send a prospect round to look after you, so there was really no getting out of facing him. Taking a deep breath you climbed into your car and headed to Teller-Morrow.

As soon as you pulled into the lot, you sighed, all the bikes where in their spot which meant Jax would be hear and you needed to mentally prepare yourself for what was about to kick off.

Everyone always said you and Jax should just get together but in reality he was your best friend and someone you saw as a brother, even more than your biological brother.

Climbing out your car you strolled into the club house, trying to hide the black eye, kindly given to you by said brother.

But it was no use, Tig was the first one to see you and a gasp left his lips as he was straight on his feet and now stood in front of you, hands on your shoulders taking in the bruise.

“Jax” He shouted “Get your ass here now”

You stayed quite until the figure stood in front of you was replaced by your best friend. You could literally hear his blood boil as he saw the marks on your face.

“What happened?” He asked softly trying to keep his anger controlled as he ran his thumb gently under your eye, it was the softest touch in the world but you still flinched as he made contact.

“I walked into a door” You shrugged lying to his face and he knew it as he sighed taking your hand and leading you into his dorm away from everyone.

“Who gave you the black eye darlin’?” He asked as you sat on the bed with him crouched in front of you.

“I told you Jax, I walked into a door, wasn’t looking where I was going, you know how clumsy I am” You said voice just above a whisper, not making eye contact with him.

Family wasn’t meant to hurt you or cause you pain.

“I may be an Idiot Y/N but I am not stupid” He sighed “I know you didn’t walk into a door, so please who did this to you”

“If I tell you Jax, you are gonna kill them” You mumbled.

“Damn right I am, you don’t hurt my best friend and get away with it” He said taking your hand running his thumb over it.

“Jay” You mumbled keeping your eyes trained on the floor.

“Wait your older brother Jay?” He questioned standing up pacing around the room.

“Yeah” you sighed “He came home in a mood and very drunk, shouted at me, told me I was useless and that I was nothing but a piece of shit on the family name”

“I’m gonna kill him” Jax roared making you jump before sighing as he saw you flinch. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have shouted, where is he?”

“Jax please” You pleaded.

“Where is he Y/N, me and him need to have a talk” Jax said no emotion in his voice.

“At home” You said looking up, tears blurring your vision “Please don’t hurt him”

You didn’t even get chance to get off the bed before Jax stormed out the door, anger radiating off him. Chasing after him you realised it was too late as soon as you heard the rumble of his bike speeding out the lot.

Leaning against the bar, letting out a huge sigh you looked over to Tig and Chibs.

“Jax is heading to my house can you please make sure he doesn’t end up in a jail cell” You mumbled.

They didn’t say anything, they just got up and walked out, and they knew something had happened and that it had something to do with the bruise you was rocking.

About an hour later all three boys pulled back into the lot, looking up at them you saw Jax’s knuckles were bright red as he made his way over to you.

“He won’t hurt my best friend any more” Jax whispered kissing your head.

“You didn’t kill him did you?”

“I wanted to trust me” He half laughed “But they stopped me before it got to that point”

#Jax Teller #jax teller x reader #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy x reader

[dansantcaparet]

The reason why Cloti’s love to say Advent Children proves Cloud and Tifa started a family out of romance is because they have ZERO evidence from FFVII. What Cloti’s say about AC is only a superficial look at the surface, which is as far as they want you to look, because if you actually look at the facts, it paints a much different picture.

Underneath this false & simplified illusion Cloti’s love to give, we know Barret and Marlene formed this family (it was Barret’s idea), and Marlene (Barret’s daughter) is the one who invites Cloud into the family. We also know Barret returns to living with Marlene in DoC and Cloud believes Denzel was brought to him by Aerith. This Cloti family is a myth. The creators also tell us they have “no clue” regarding the nature of Cloud and Tifa’s relationship post-FFVII, that things “didn’t go well between them,” and that their issues had “nothing to do with Sephiroth or Geostigma.” The facts tell us the exact *OPPOSITE* of what Cloti’s try to say happened in AC.

This family has ZERO romantic connotations, Tifa says it isn’t a “real” family, Tifa calls it a “family of friends,” Tifa isn’t sure if Cloud loves her, Cloud has a separate bed in his private room, Tifa sleeps with Marlene, Marlene tells Barret that Cloud and Tifa “aren’t getting along well,” and Cloud and Tifa share ZERO romantic moments.

Tifa literally admits to not knowing if Cloud loves her. Tifa is also NEVER upgraded to anything beyond “childhood friend” in *ALL* of the compilation descriptions.

Point is — our best evidence is from the *ORIGINAL* game. Their best “evidence” (which is a lie) is from AC.

Honestly, we have so many NON-OPTIONAL Clerith moments in FFVII, especially the Shinra jail cell where Cloud expresses his interest in Aerith in-front of Tifa and Tifa gets jealous about it. All Cloti’s have is a “strong-armed” promise from the PAST, a PLATONIC lifestream event, and the VARIABLE Highwind scene.

Cloud’s CHILDHOOD crush has no relevance towards adult Cloud and was never reciprocated by Tifa when they were kids.

What do we have?

Love at first sight (“impressive eyes” // smile a “good purchase”). An agreement to be a bodyguard for the price of a date. A romantic flashback while sleeping in Aerith’s house. A date in the park. Shinra jail cell. Cosmo Canyon kindling fire. Cait Sith’s fortune. Cloud’s heart breaking when Aerith died. Hand reach scene. Promised Land.

Cloud also tells Marlene he “hopes” Aerith likes him, and the Clerith Gold Saucer date is a date that shows the “love of the protagonists” & the “two’s value to one another” according to SE’s “For the One I Love” page.

Cloti has been sunk since 1997.

How is this even a debate?

#clerith #cloud strife #aerith gainsborough #final fantasy 7 remake #ff7r

[maybebanks]

Special Treatment

JJ Maybank x Y/N

You and JJ get busted and are forced to spend the night in jail. Only Y/n gets some much resented special treatment. Leaving JJ jealous.

“I can’t believe we got caught. I’m gonna be in so much shit for this,” JJ muttered, raking a hand through his messy blonde hair.

You felt very guilty, if it wasn’t for you, JJ wouldn’t have gotten caught trespassing. He was a faster runner than you, and you had tripped, resulting in a pathetic injury.

“Hey, are you good? I know you have that ‘3 strikes’ thing going on with Peterkin..and - oh shit Y/n! Your leg is bleeding,” JJ said, moving you to sit down so he could get a better look.

“It’s fine,” you protested, “and don’t worry about me. You have your dad to worry about,” you mentioned.

JJ frowned, “don’t remind me,”

You were familiar with this cell, though it was way better when shared with JJ. You were here just yesterday, busted for shop lifting.

It was clear you were rebelling. And JJ wanted to know why.

He was intrigued.

“When we get outta here...can we go separately?” you said softly.

“Why? I was hoping we could grab food at the Wreck...please...” he trailed off, grabbing both of your hands and trapping them in his.

“No...I mean..you know I get scared of your dad. And besides, my mom wants me home,” you admitted.

JJ frowned, “yeah. I know. You get all..shakey,” he shrugs.

“I do not!” You blurted, pushing one of his shoulders.

“Yes you do, you’re hands are like this,” JJ told you, then put his hand out and started moving his wrist to shake his hand at a fast speed.

“Oh fuck you,” you groaned.

“Sure I’m down,” JJ joked.

“What?” You gave him a dirty look.

“You know,” he smirked, then he leaned over to you and started rubbing your shoulders, “you like that? Uhhh!” He moaned.

“Shut up!! You dumbass! They’re gonna hear!!” You scolded him, shoving him off of you.

“Yeah and what would they think? You more of a handjob or a blowjob kinda girl?” he joked.

“Oh my god...okay you need to..to chill with the horny boy act, got it? I know you’re just trying to get at me..but I’m not in the mood,” you sighed. Standing up and walking towards the edge of the bars.

“I see blushing,” JJ pointed out, pointing to his own cheeks.

You rolled your eyes, looking the other way.

JJ raised his hands in defense, “I didn’t mean to offend you. Just wanted to lighten the mood. Maybe get this tension under wraps,”

“There is no tension.” You stated.

“There is with you. You’re super tense,” JJ added.

“I just...I have a lot going on,” you shrugged.

“Wanna..” JJ paused, kicking his feet against the concrete, “..talk about it?”

“No thanks...” you sighed, returning to sit next to him again.

“Whatever it is,” JJ placed a comforting hand on your thigh, “I’m sure you can handle it.” He said. He knew you weren’t going to tell him, so he decided to give you confidence.

You stared at his large hand on your thigh, his rings shining from the light through the windows.

You smiled softly. And he returned it.

Before he could say some dirty one liner, the cell door opened.

You and JJ stood up.

“Y/n, let’s go.” The officer directed. He wasn’t the usual one who dealt with the jail people, he was a patrol officer. He has blonde, short hair he was tall, and looked about 30-40 years old.

“But..what about-“ You began.

“Just you.” He stated, looking into your eyes.

You looked back at JJ, he just shrugged.

So you followed the police officer out of the cell, and waved goodbye to JJ.

The officers hand met your lower back as you walked with him through the station. He nodded at a few cops at desks, no one seemed to question him as he walked you out the front door.

As an excuse to get him to stop touching you, you turned around, asking him a question, “excuse me. What’s..what’s going on?” You asked nervously.

“How about I give you a ride home,” he suggested, pointing to a small cop car.

“My friend...in there, I can’t just leave him,” you said.

“Maybank kid. Yeah I saw his record. For some reason, Peterkin always looks the other way, something to pity, I’d assume,” the Officer explains.

You sighed, knowing exactly what he was talking about, JJs dad.

“I can..um I can walk home, thanks,” you told him, walking around him.

He grabbed your wrist gently, “if I hadn’t done what I did, you’d be spending your night in that cell. Let me give you a ride home,” he almost ordered.

You bit the inside of your lip, but he was a cop, what was he gonna do? Kill you. Please. You shouldn’t be afraid of him.

You nodded, and he smiled, directing you to his car.

You attempted to get in the back seat, but he scolded you, and told you that you should sit in the front.

He drove you home, and parked in your driveway.

“I’ll walk you inside, make sure everything’s okay,” he said.

“Sir, I’m alright, it’s like 20 feet away,” you said, but he ignored you.

When you got to the front door, you knocked, him by your side.

Your mother answered, shocked, and quite unhappy at the sight.

“What did she do?” Your mother sighed, you looked at the floor.

“Ma’am, I’m officer Darren Wilden, we’ve met before, I was just escorting your daughter from the jail cell. Would’ve spent the night there, if I hadn’t got her out of there,” he told her.

You groaned.

Stepping up and heading inside, past your mom. She would have surly yelled at you, but she was now distracted by the officer.

Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing.

Retiring to your room was not a great as you thought, you could hear your mother laugh at Officer Wildens stupid jokes, she even made dinner for him. So you put in headphones, falling asleep to your favorite playlist.

You woke up at your usual time, to spend the Saturday with the pogues. Excited, you headed downstairs for breakfast, still in your pajamas. You missed dinner last night, and were craving a muffin or something.

You entered the kitchen in slow steps, hearing someone cooking bacon or something. Your mom never cooks.

“Mom?” You asked, but your question was quickly answered.

Wilden was standing in your kitchen, shirtless, a white towel wrapped around his waist.

“Oh my gosh,” you blinked in shock. What hell was this?

“Good morning. Want any eggs?” He said nonchalantly. Standing near the fridge.

You scoffed. Walking around him, “no thanks,”

A few seconds later, your mother walked in.

She studdered, “uh Darren, why don’t you head upstairs, I’ll take care of breakfast,”

He nodded, “yeah sure,” and left the kitchen.

“What does he live here now?” You said sarcastically to your mom.

“Give me a break, honey....” your mother sighed.

“Yeah..whatever. I’m going to John B’s,” you said bluntly, then hastily left the house.

Once joining the group, you were basically silent the whole time.

“So! Y/n, how was jail?” Kie asked, smiling.

“How..how did you know?” You asked, “JJ you literally suck at keeping ur mouth shut,”

“What?!” He laughed, “I used to be brag about corrupting the good girl. But now your a convict just like me,” JJ shrugged, implying that you shouldn’t care.

Truly you just didn’t want to be traced back to Wilden, you hated that connection you now had. Could it even turn into blackmail? It just made you sick.

“Did you know JJ was in that cell for 24 hours longer than y/n! That’s some sexism right there,” John B mentioned.

“Don’t joke about that, dude,” Pope scolded.

“What? It’s true.” He defended.

“Wait...JJ, your dad didn’t show up to-“ you were surprised he had spent the night in the cell.

“Yeah. They didn’t even call him. For some reason, you got special treatment,” JJ said, nudging your arm.

That’s when it hit you. Your mother probobly did this to keep you out of jail. You felt sick. Horrible of what you had to done to make your mother do what she did.

“Whoa...you okay Y/n/n?” JJ asks, nudging you again.

You flinched at his nudge, but tries crossing your arms to cover it up.

You didn’t answer.

“You got all pale,” Pope added.

“Y/n/n, are you okay?” JJ repeated.

“I need some air,” you blurted, then jumped up and walked away from the group out on the doc.

“But we are outside,” JJ grumbled.

“JJ go talk to her,” Kie suggested.

“Me? She doesn’t wanna talk to me,” JJ shut down.

“Yes, she does. Now talk to her,” Kie demanded.

JJ grumbled curses to himself, he didn’t like to go be forced into things. And he didn’t want you to see him as a guy who didn’t know what to say.

JJ took off his hat and fumbled with it, “I really don’t mind...the uh extra jail time. But if you were there...I could’ve asked you if your-“

“Jesus, JJ,” you sighed.

“What did I do?” JJ asked, sitting down text to you on the dock.

“It...it’s everything. Like...I don’t want you here, so leave,” you insulted. You really wanted him to stay, but not give him the opportunity to find out how dishonestly you got out of jail.

“Okay. Easy, done,” JJ stated. But instead of getting up and leaving you in the dust, he moved closer to you, his knee touching yours.

You started to cry, why did he care? The tears were falling so fast you missed a few falling down your cheek. One landing on JJ’s knee.

“She...I can’t..it’s just stupid. And I hate myself.” You stuttered. Between gasps.

JJ put his arm around you, “why?”

“Because... she,” you said quietly, “slept with him,”

JJ frowned, distancing you from him slightly, “the cop?! Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” you said disappointedly.

“God damn, Y/n.” He said shaking his head.

“Please don’t tell anyone, J. I don’t really know why I told you. I just I can trust you,” you sighed.

“Yeah...uh okay Y/n. I’m uh I’m gonna go,” he shrugged, then stood up.

“W-wait! I need you J, where do you have to go?” You asked innocently.

“Look, if you think I’m okay with this? I’m not. Sex with a cop? Are you fucking kidding? What about us? All summer!” JJ exclaimed.

“Hold on-“ you attempted to explain, because JJ thought it was you.

“No. You know what. I feel like shit for ever opening up to you. I need some space from you.” He said disgustedly.

You started balling again, “JJ. It wasn’t me! What’s wrong with you!” You said, deeply offended by that accusation. Both you and jj had slightly developed feelings for eachother, but denied them the whole summer.

No one ever acted on them.

“What’s wrong with me? You’re the slut!” JJ shouted.

“Excuse me?!” You screamed back, offended.

JJ sighed, he took off his red baseball hat and threw it on the ground.

“To me, Y/n, a slut sleeps with someone to get something out of it. And that’s what you fucking did,” JJ retaliated.

“Fuck you. It wasn’t even me,” you mumbled, walking past him and down the driveway.

You didn’t want to go home. You were planning on spending the night at John B’s, but JJ really hurt you.

JJ replayed the conversation in his head, trying to figure out what he missed.

He regretted shitting on you, name calling. That wasn’t him, and it certainly wasn’t you.

You never explicitly told him it was your mom, but JJ believed you, that it wasn’t you. Now you just needed to talk.

You arrived at your house after walking for nearly an hour. But you couldn’t go in, not when you saw a cop car parked outside.

This angered you. How could he be here again? How could your mother do this?

Suddenly, a car drove up behind you. You were afraid to look. In case it was another cop.

“Hey, Y/n,” you heard JJ’s voice call.

You were stubborn, so you didn’t turn around.

“I shouldn’t have called you that shit. And I shouldn’t have let you leave. Wanna...let me apologize with dinner? On me,” JJ beamed, pleading.

“That would be nice,” you fought a smile, hopping in the passenger seat next to him.

more JJ reads!

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[emkay512]

Once Upon A Time

Chapter 1

Summary: This starts at the beginning of TRR book 2 with the Fydelia ball but with a different series of events. This AU is based off the show Once Upon a Time with Riley and Liam mirroring Snow and Charming. Characters belong to Pixelberry.

A/N: This is my FIRST EVER post and it’s literal trash 😅 I’ve never written before I found you all, and I’ve never had so much fun reading all the stories I found. If you read this please know I’m a complete rookie and I have no idea what I’m doing haha. I welcome and encourage any thoughts and feedback!

A/N 2: my biggest thank you’s to @queenrileyrose and @bbrandy2002 for pre-reading and giving me endless boosts of confidence!!! This first ever, cherry popping post, is in honor of you ❤️

Warnings: This will contain NSFW adult language and content. By reading, you acknowledge you are 18 and over.

I’m tagging those I’ve connected with and thought would be interested. Please let me know if you do or don’t want to be tagged!

@burnsoslow @ao719 @kat-tia801 @callmeellabella @charlotteg234 @neotericthemis

The welcome ball had been exhausting. Riley finally saw them, all of them, the good and the bad. Mostly bad with Liam being the exception.. except the fact that with him came his stupid fiancée. She was forced to deal with the Penelope’s and Kiara’s of the court, and got none of the Olivia’s and Drake’s of the world, with Olivia blackmailed and Drake most likely avoiding the court. Majority of the conversations she had to deal with throughout the night consisted of her rebutting all the allegations against her, most people believing that she had jilted their king. At least she had Maxwell and Bertrand, her home away from home. With the maybe two seconds she had Liam to herself and the amount of work and effort she had to put into her first public appearance, she was completely drained and changed from a gown and into more comfortable leggings and tank after she got back to her room of the Fydelia estate. Just as she was decompressing from the stress of her night, there was a knock on the door. She opened the door to see a particular grin on the face of one Maxwell Beaumont carrying a vase of two dozen roses.

“Greetings, little blossom! One of the staff members stopped me on the way of delivering these, asking what room you were in and I insisted on catching you myself.” Maxwell invited himself into her room after handing her the arrangement. Riley pressed the roses to her nose, inhaling the beautiful scent, and she noticed a note wrapped around one of the stems. She unwrapped the note and turned to Maxwell, who had already cozied himself up on her bed, clearly excited to hear what was on the note. “I noticed the paper in the arrangement too, it’s clearly from Liam isn’t it? You did so great tonight and he had the biggest puppy dog eyes on you, I knew his Prince Charming ass would pull off something like this.. well, go on! Read it!”

Riley quickly unwrapped and read Liam’s note, she had no idea the girlish grin she had plastered on and Maxwell was beaming. He had hated these past few weeks so much, he had been watching one of his closest friends, his makeshift sister, live in desperate torment, questioning her worth after hearing nothing from those she cared most about. She put the roses down and placed the note down next to them and looked up at Maxwell, “He wants me to meet him on his balcony in 20 minutes..”

“That is charmingly romantic, but did he slip in his royal socks and tumble down Madeleine’s overly buffed stairs?? He’s clear across the estate, it’s way too dangerous for you to get out of here alone.”

Riley sighed and collapsed onto the bed with Maxwell, “I don’t know Max, his note is sweet and remorseful, but.. maybe this isn’t about getting back together.. maybe I should just focus on helping house Beaumont and getting home..”

Maxwell stretched across to Riley and smacked her across her head, “Come on, Riles! You have been unable to go a single day without asking about him.. at least twice a day! You NEED to go meet him, otherwise I think both of your little fairy tale hearts will die.”

Riley smirked and rolled her eyes, “You’re so dramatic! And please tell me what fairy tale involved a half nude photo scandal and public humiliation leading to a bullshit engagement between a king and the only ice queen that would rival both Olivia and Elsa while singing let it go? Plus, didn’t you just mention that it’d be too dangerous for me to get to him?”

“Hellooooooo?? Ok first of all, literally all fairy tales are structured that way, couple meets and falls in love, and a public enemy curses them with a dramatic, heartbreaking lie, and then they defile all enemies and live happily ever after.. you’re just living the 21st century version of that! Nudes are basically the most vanilla scandal these days anyway. And secondly, have you JUST met mr covert ops extraordinaire, Maxwell Beaumont!? I said it’d be too dangerous for you to go out alone. Let’s just simply walk out together, and if we get any questions, we can just say we’re meeting my brother for.. you know.. this and that diplomacy reason.. whatever, I’ll wing it. Plus, look at you, you’re already dressed for stealth. I just need to get you outside, and then you can scamper over to Liam’s side of the building. Whaddya say, blossom?”

Riley was exhilarated. Maxwell always knew how to say the right things. She locked eyes with him, pointed straight to his chest and said, “You son of a bitch, I’m in.” They shared a mischievous smile and giggled their way out of her room, totally giddy without even shutting the door all the way. They were completely unaware of the royal guard that had been manning her room and slipped inside.

Thanks to Maxwell, Riley had successfully snuck out of the estate and crept to below the balcony of Liam’s room. She had to think fast as to how the hell she’d get up there, and then she spotted the flower vine growing on a trellis against the building, and she let out a small victorious, “Yes!”

But as soon as she took a step in that direction, a hand grabbed her shoulder and jerked her around so she was facing one of the royal guards. “I don’t think so, lady Riley,” he put a heavy sarcastic emphasis on the term lady, as he was clearly disgusted by her newfound tarnished reputation. “You’re coming with us.”

“Us?” And then from behind her, another guard bagged her head and she felt the grip of two men on each of her arms as they forced her to their destination, practically dragging her as they went. Riley’s heart was thundering in her chest. Where were they taking her? Back to the airport? A jail cell? A dungeon? A firing squad? She wasn’t at all expecting what she got. She was sat on a decently comfortable chair. The guards removed the bag and revealed to see she was in a study. A large one. And there before her on the opposite end of a mighty desk, was the king father, Constantine.

Constantine nodded a dismal to both the guards, and they took their leave. “Well, well. If it isn’t the disgraced American.” Riley was utterly confused and could feel the former kings command in the mood of the room. He did not like her, and she could feel his dislike radiating off of him. “You just couldn’t leave well enough alone, could you, you foolish girl?”

“Wh-what are you talking about?”

“You had your exit, your out. You were scandled. Ostracized! I even had you as far as at the airport gates. But no, you came back. You came back and left me back at square one on how to get rid of you!”

Realization dawned to her, “It was YOU!” Riley leapt to her feet. She felt no fear, only anger coursing through her. “YOU staged those photos, YOU unleashed Tariq on me.. and you timed the release of those photos, at the most prime time allowing maximum humiliation and zero time in between Liam’s announcement. You’re despicable, I bet you’re even disappointed that Tariq’s attack on me didn’t end.. didn’t end up the way he planned.” She had deliberately slowed her speech as each new revelation came to play in her head, she had lowered her voice with disdain and disgust.

Constantine let out a scoff-laugh at what he considered to be a poor attempt of exerting dominance. “You’re right, and quite honestly I don’t care what that pompous buffoon would have done to you, but I must say, those pictures certainly did deliver.” Constantine was teasing and patronizing her, “And now you’re here, still trying to get to my son.”

Riley crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at him, “I don’t know what you’re tal-“

“Enough. I know everything.” He waved in front of her the very note that Liam had written inviting her to his balcony that he got from one of the guards. “You poisoned his heart, and now his marriage. And with that, the entire kingdom is poisoned, all because your feelings.” He spit the last word out as if he found it vile.

“I wish feelings could be helped, but they can’t.”

“Of course they can. Love is a disease, and like all diseases, it can be vanquished in one of two ways. A cure, or death.” Constantine stood and leaned both of his palms flat on the surface of the desk. “Do you know where your beloved is right now? He’s right down that hallway, he should be packing for his new life, prepared to take on his engagement tour to unify two Cordonian houses and assume the responsibilities and sacrifices it takes to be king. But no.. He’s pining for you. Awaiting your arrival.”

“And I suppose you intend to keep him that way? Waiting for me, only to be rejected, never knowing I came for him?” Riley’s voice was desperate, but still cunning in reality. She needed him to know her questionnaire was not doubtful, but challenging. That she hated his deliberate intentions.

“No. In fact, you’re gonna walk down that hallway. You’re gonna sneak in and tell him you got his note,” Constantine slid the note across the table, no longer wanting it in his possession, and Riley picked it up. “You’re gonna tell him why you answered his call.. Because you don’t love him. It’ll break his heart.. And that will cure him.”

Wide eyed, Riley could only assume the consequence if she didn’t do as he said, “Or you’ll kill me.” She stated with no question in her mind.

“Oh no. I’ll kill him. Killing you would only make him love you more. And the marriage and kingdom would ultimately crumble.”

“And what about your precious Madeleine? I know how this works this is all about mergers and business transactions. How else would you get Godfrey and his house to join with yours?”

“Please, if Liam were to die at an assassin’s hand, he would die a martyr. Godfrey would forgive, even laud, the death. And the merger would be complete.”

“You would do that to your own son?”

“I’m doing it FOR my son.” Love was once Constantine's weakness and it led to Eleanor’s death. It scarred him and he became brainwashed. Convinced love was the enemy. And now, the product of his foolish love, was Liam, who he groomed to be the perfect king. Constantine applauded himself all these years. It was clear as day that even Leo knew the job belonged to Liam, so Constantine did everything to assuage any of Liam’s hesitation into taking on his duty. He always planned on Liam being the logical one, ready to take on the duty and a loveless union. Then that damn New York trip happened. And that damn Riley came in the picture. Immediately Constantine couldn’t tell if he actually hated Riley, or if he hated the idea that Riley was basically the new version of Eleanor that he’d never have.

#the royal romance #TRR #choices #liam x riley #choices trr #liam x mc #king liam

[reinerispretty]

rotations. (zuko x f!reader) pt4

hello!! sorry i’ve been posting so much, i’m just really excited to get to the bulk of the story. like i said before, if you have any suggestions, please don’t hesitate to reach out!! 

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(Y/N) looked from her new friends to the Fire Nation soldiers that surrounded them. A little voice in the back of her head said she could reveal herself now. She could pretend like she had been tricking the Avatar and his friends and get them captured. But if she did that, the world might lose its last hope of beating the Fire Nation. If she fought alongside the Avatar, she condemned herself to being labelled as a traitor. 

(Y/N) had been in a city of the Earth Kingdom for two years and she was sick of it. Not of the city itself, or of its people, but of living in a city occupied by the Fire Nation. She watched from the balconies as their soldiers mistreated the people whose families had lived there for centuries. They beat the men and starved the women and children. It was sickening to watch and when she brought it up to her family, she received drastically different replies. Her mother insisted that she simply stay inside all day so she wouldn’t have to hear the injustice that was happening in the city below them. Her father threatened to write to the Fire Lord that she was questioning his orders. She wondered if her father had always been an evil man, or if it was a new occurrence. 

Witnessing what the Fire Nation was doing to innocent people did not sit right with (Y/N). Sometimes she dressed in Earth Kingdom clothes that she had purchased in the market and asked people about their experiences with the Fire Nation. This war had raged on for 100 years, so everyone she had spoken to had a story to share. The Fire Nation had torn apart families, destroyed homes and crops, and imprisoned innocent children for simply being earthbenders. It made (Y/N) sick to her stomach. 

So she decided to get back at the Fire Nation. It started small, like stealing food from the kitchens to distribute amongst the poor, but she eventually went as far as sneaking into the jails at night to free innocent earthbenders. It was hard, maintaining appearances as a child of a Fire Nation general while also freeing the innocent people her father’s forces had captured. She feared every night when she crawled into her bed that one day she would wake up to soldiers standing above her. But she could not stop herself from helping people who needed her. 

(Y/N) was in the town square, playing with a few of the Earth Kingdom children, when she noticed a small group lurking in the shadows. They were dressed unlike anyone she had ever seen, so she knew she had to follow them. It was two boys and a girl walking together and peering around each corner to make sure that no Fire Nation soldiers lurked on the streets. While their backs were turned, (Y/N) made her presence known by clearing her throat. The trio jumped and turned around, and she was face to face with a boy in a yellow tunic and pants with blue arrow tattoos, and another boy and a girl from the Water Tribe. 

“You guys aren’t from here, are you?” (Y/N) asked. The girl smiled. 

“No, we’re not. I’m Katara and this is my brother Sokka. We’re traveling with Aang.” The youngest boy raised his hand to smile and wave. “He’s the Avatar.” 

(Y/N) felt her mouth practically drop to the floor. The Avatar was standing right in front of her! The Fire Nation’s greatest threat was a boy who was barely older than ten. “This place is crawling with Fire Nation soldiers. Follow me.” She led them through alleyways and secret passages until the were at the door of the basement of her house. It was once home to the best earthbender in the city, but her father had done quick work with kicking him out and sending him to prison along with the other earthbenders. The basement remained untouched by her family and its servants. (Y/N) was pretty sure those who lived upstairs didn’t even know that it existed. 

She shut and locked the door behind them. “This is the safest place in the city.” 

Sokka looked at her incredulously. “Are you serious? This is the Fire Nation general’s house! Did you see all those guys out front?” 

“I can promise that I’ve been hiding out down here for a long time. I don’t even think they know it exists.” She sat on the floor and patted the dusty earth beside her. Aang sat down, then Katara, then finally Sokka, after a bunch of suspicious glances at (Y/N). 

“You haven’t told us your name,” Aang noted, but he didn’t seem accusatory. She felt sweat begin to accumulate on her palms. Should she tell them her real name? Would they know that she was the daughter of the Fire Nation general? She looked at their kind expressions (except Sokka’s, he still looked very wary of her) and decided to take a risk. 

“My name’s (Y/N).”

“How long have the Fire Nation been here?” Katara asked. 

“About two years, I think,” (Y/N) responded. 

“Have you been here the whole time?” She nodded. 

“The soldiers...they’re awful. I’ve seen what they do to the people here. They tear families apart, they starve the citizens, they lock all the benders in prisons. It breaks my heart.” 

“We’ll try to help, in any way we can.” Aang said. (Y/N) shook her head. 

“There’s no way you can do that. The Fire Nation literally wants you dead!” 

“Trust me, we know,” Sokka grumbled. 

“We have a bit of experience breaking benders out of prison,” Katara said with a smile. “Maybe you could help us do that! Are you a bender?” Warily, (Y/N) nodded. 

“I’ve been bending since I was a kid but I’m scared to use it around here. I hope you all understand.” Aang and Katara nodded. 

“It’s settled then. Tonight, we’ll break all of the benders out of the prison and help them take their city back.” The trio put their heads together as they started to formulate a plan. 

“Hey, (Y/N),” Sokka said. “Are you just gonna sit there or are you gonna give us some intel on where the earthbenders are being kept?” 

(Y/N) felt herself smile. She scooted closer to the three kids to begin discussing their plan. For the first time in a long time, she felt less alone. 

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Alright, so their plan didn’t go quite as expected. 

Their night began as easily as it could. They covered themselves in cloaks (Y/N) had found in the basement and traveled back alleyways to reach the prison where the earthbenders were kept. She tried her best to remember the layout of the prison on her father’s desk that she had seen for a moment, but she ended up leading them to many close encounters with Fire Nation soldiers. 

“I’m sorry!” She whispered once more as Sokka had to quickly knock out one of the guards. “I told you guys, I’d only barely seen the map! I don’t know why you put me in charge!” 

“I guess we just thought that the Earth Kingdom girl might know a little bit about the Earth Kingdom prison!” Sokka whispered back, causing (Y/N) to deepen her frown. 

“Guys, it’s okay,” Aang said, putting himself in between the two teenagers. “Where there’s guards, there’s prisoners. I heard some more voices down to the left. Follow me.” 

Quickly and quietly they followed Aang through the twists and turns of the prison. While Sokka held his boomerang and Katara had water at her hip, (Y/N) felt utterly useless. There was no way she could use their bending to help them. If she did, she would be outed as Fire Nation immediately, and they would lose all trust for her. 

They finally found the cells where the prisoners were kept. The benders looked at them suspiciously, but (Y/N) pulled back her cloak to reveal her Earth Kingdom clothes. “Don’t worry,” she said as she worked at one of the locks on the cell door. “We’re here to help.” 

She and the others made quick work of the locks, freeing each and every one of the benders that had been arrested. Although the people were weak, they assured the group that they would be ready to fight if necessary. Successfully, they led the prisoners out of the prison. That is where their real trouble began. 

Somehow, an alarm had been sounded that alerted the guards of the escaped prisoners. Fire Nation soldiers began flooding out of the prison at rapid pace. The group of four stopped in their tracks and Aang turned back to the rest of the prisoners. “Go!” He shouted. “Get back to your families! We’ll hold them off!” 

The prisoners turned and ran back toward the city. The guards there had no doubt noticed all of the commotion, but by the time they thought about stopping it, it was too late. The prisoners, although weakened, were fighting to take back their city. 

(Y/N) felt a pit of fear in her stomach. She felt like she could do nothing as Aang, Katara, and Sokka fought off the Fire Nation soldiers. Soon, their backs were pressed against each other as the soldiers had them surrounded. 

“You said you’ve been bending since you were a kid,” Sokka said to her through gritted teeth. “We could really use some of that right now!” 

(Y/N) looked from her new friends to the Fire Nation soldiers that surrounded them. A little voice in the back of her head said she could reveal herself now. She could pretend like she had been tricking the Avatar and his friends and get them captured. But if she did that, the world might lose its last hope of beating the Fire Nation. If she fought alongside the Avatar, she condemned herself to being labelled as a traitor. 

(Y/N) took a deep breath and felt the fire roar through her body. It was a powerful feeling. Her father had once said that fire ran through the bodies of the people of the Fire Nation, and that was one thing he said that she actually believed. She began shooting fire blasts at the soldiers. While they had been trained by the military, she had been trained by some of the best firebenders in the entire Fire Nation. She danced around the people she had grown up beside, knocking them unconscious with her techniques. With the help of the others, they swiftly conquered the soldiers. 

Aang landed on the ground and pointed his staff at her. “You lied to us.” 

She felt ashamed of herself. “I know. I’m sorry.” 

“Sorry?” Katara demanded. “You’re the enemy!” 

“I know,” (Y/N) exclaimed. “But I’m not! I promise, I’m not. I’ve seen the bad things the Fire Nation has done to this city. And I tried to help where I could. I would sneak the citizens food, or I--I would break them out of the smaller jails. I knew I couldn’t break everyone out of the prison by myself, so when you offered to help, I knew I had to take it.” 

“How do we know you’re not trying to double-cross us right now?” Sokka questioned.

“I’m the daughter of the Fire Nation general who conquered this city! I could’ve turned you in when you first got here, but I didn’t. By helping you guys, I’ve betrayed the entire Fire Nation.” She turned to Aang. “Please, let me escape with you. I promise, we’re not all that bad.” 

Aang stared at her for a moment, eyeing her up and down. (Y/N) weighed her options as she watched him ponder. If they didn’t accept her, she would have to run away regardless. She wasn’t sure if she could survive on her own, but she knew she would receive a punishment far worse than death if she remained here. 

“I believe her.” She let out a sigh of relief. 

“Are you kidding me?” Sokka shouted. “She’s Fire Nation! She’s the enemy!” 

“The Monks taught me that we can’t define one person based on the actions of the group. (Y/N) proved that she’s on our side by helping us today. She’s right, she could’ve turned us in so many times, but she didn’t.” He turned to her. “You can come with us. You know how the Fire Nation thinks.” 

Katara and Sokka grumbled unhappily, but she couldn’t contain her smile. She hugged Aang tightly as tears formed in her eyes. “Thank you, thank you! I promise, I won’t be anything but helpful to you all I want nothing more than the reign of the Fire Nation to end.” 

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part 5

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[fanficimagery]

Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner [Part 1 of 2]

Summary: Imagine being the “baby” of the group.

Words: 2.8K Warnings: Language. I tried my best, anon. I hope you like it either way. Requested by Anonymous who said: hi! i’ve had this idea in my mind of being younger than everyone else in the VS (maybe like 19/20?) and literally everyone calls you Baby like it started as a joke but it’s gotten to the point they’re introducing you to others as “Baby” and they’re all super protective of you and yeah just a cute thought i’ve been having hehe

While you've heard of the Vlog Squad and watched David Dobrik's videos to pass time, you didn't think nothing much of the group who were living their best lives and posting for everyone to see. They seemed like they'd be fun to hang out with, and though you lived quite close to where David apparently lived, you never once rushed to the random pop-ups or ran into any of them when they were out and about.

But that all changed one day when you were playing with your puppy in the park, and you were surprised when David, Natalie, and Jason walked up to you. Natalie had fallen in love at first sight of your Beagle puppy and David chanced walking up to you in hopes of getting his friend some play time with the dog. You were surprised to see them and then quickly explained your surprise, and they were pleased to learn you watched their videos. You had then happily let Natalie play with Milo, the four of you sitting on the ground as you teased Milo with doggie treats. It was then David, Natalie, and Jason learned some about you, the three of them surprised to learn you were not yet twenty-one when David had jokingly invited you out for drinks. Jason grumbled about hanging out with toddlers, and David had giggled as he recorded Natalie and the puppy.

You figured running into them was a once in a lifetime type of deal, so you were surprised to run into David and Natalie again about a week later. While waiting for some food for yourself and your parents, the two of them had walked in to order an outrageous amount of food. They had spotted you first and you were shocked they remembered your name. Then as the three of you had chatted while waiting for your food, David invited you back to his place to eat when he realized you didn't live that far. You had politely declined because you had to get the food back home, but David urged you to join them. He suggested that you could eat with them and their friends, and Natalie suggested she go with you to your house so you could drop off the food, pick up Milo, and then she'd direct you to David's. They were eager to have you join them, and to pick up Milo, that you couldn't say no.

It was a bit surreal to meet Zane, Heath, Mariah, and Todd, but the group welcomed you without even batting an eye. Jason, upon spotting you when he arrived, jokingly referred to you as Baby. Everyone seemed confused, but when they found out why the baby jokes were soon to start. And from that day forward, you were introduced as Baby to everyone else you had yet to meet and the name just stuck.

You're sitting on the floor of David's living room, a bowl of sliced cucumber in hand and a smaller bowl of Ranch dressing balancing on your knee. David's editing not far from you and Natalie is playing with Milo in the backyard.

The front door opens, someone shouts to see if anyone's home, and you shout back to confirm that there is.

Erin, Carly, and Jeff walk around the corner, the three of them laughing at what they were previously talking about. "Hey, Baby." They all greet.

"Hey, guys." You see Carly glancing around the floor and you grin. "Milo's out back with Nat." She chuckles before walking to the door, Erin walks into the kitchen, and Jeff plops down on the sofa right behind you. "Snack?" You ask, holding the bowl out for him over your shoulder.

"What'd you put on it?"

"Just lemon juice and a sprinkle of salt. There's also Ranch."

Jeff huffs a laugh at your bowl of Ranch, but does accept a couple slices of cucumber. Erin soon joins Jeff on the sofa, and the girls come in from outside with an excited Milo in tow. As Jeff and Erin then attempt to grab your dog's attention, your phone rings with the telltale sound of a Facetime call.

Erin takes the two bowls when you answer the call, you quickly thanking her before one of your other friend's excited face fills the screen and her voice spills out of the speaker. "Happy birthday, bitch!" You cringe and smile in thanks, avoiding the gazes of those around you as they suddenly go still. "We're getting fucked up tonight! You're finally legal!" She squeals.

You sigh. "I don't know, Em. I don't drink much and I'm not too fond of having strangers grind on me."

"Come on, girl!" She groans. "We're in the prime of our lives! You need to let loose at least once in your life."

"Yeah, Baby," Jeff lays out behind you, his face just visible behind your shoulder. "You're in the prime of your life. Go out and have fun."

Your friend's eyes widen on screen and you faintly grin. But before she can question you, David's piping up. "It's your birthday? Why didn't you tell us?"

"Because I don't care for celebrations," you shrug.

"But it's your twenty first!" Natalie says. "You're supposed to let go once you turn legal."

"Oh my god. Our Baby is no longer a baby," Erin realizes. Carly laughs, she busy playing with Milo again. These people really loved dogs.

When you meet your friend's gaze on the phone, you sigh yet again. "Em, this is Jeff. Don't even think about it. I forbid it."

"But-"

"Nope. Now if you want me to go out tonight, you'll forget all about the hot person behind me and text me where I'm supposed to meet you guys tonight. Okay? Love you. Bye."

As soon as you drop your phone beside you, your friends are on you.

"It's your birthday!? Oh my god," Natalie says. "I can't believe you hid it from us."

You laugh sheepishly. "I didn't exactly hide it. I just- I didn't tell you. I didn't want you guys to feel obligated to get me anything or do something."

"But you're twenty-one," Carly says. "That's huge!"

"Not really. It's rare that I'll have a drink. I'm not too eager to get shit-faced and wake up regretting my life's choices."

"Well tonight you are," Natalie says. "Come on. We'll raid my closet for an outfit and get you ready."

"But-"

"No buts," David muses. "You have this night with your friends and then next week you'll celebrate with us."

"But Milo," you say, picking up your Beagle and holding his face to your cheek. "I can't leave him all alone."

"On it." Jeff takes Milo from you and you pout at him. "What? The sitter's got Nerf for the night. I'm not doing anything."

Chuckling lightly, you let Natalie and Erin pull you up to your feet. Carly follows behind you and you readily start picking through a drawer of your stuff in Natalie's room for underwear you kept there for emergencies. She hands you a towel and a robe, and instructs you to not wash your hair. You oblige her, taking extra care to pamper yourself in the shower before making your way back to her room.

Mariah has now joined them, she surprising you with a cupcake and a singular candle. They quietly sing happy birthday to you as to not attract all the boys, and snap several pictures to post later. Carly then does your hair and Natalie your makeup. Once they're done, you get to choose between four outfits they had put together and laid out on the bed.

One outfit in particular catches your attention- anything that sparkled was a weakness of yours- and you spend a little too long staring at the metallic sequined crop top with a plunging v-neck.

"Why don't you try it on?" Carly asks.

You huff. "And risk flashing my tits? No thanks."

"That's what the tape is for." Mariah laughs.

Natalie and Mariah then help you into the crop top, taping it down so you don't flash anyone when you no doubt let go at the club later that night. The top pairs with high waisted, faux leather shorts that fit almost like a second skin and a pair of chunky heeled boots that stop just above your knee. You have to endure a mini-photoshoot for your friends before they let you out of the room where they then direct you to the kitchen without even addressing the boys.

"A round of shots for the birthday girl," Natalie says, immediately seeking out a bottle of liquor and shot glasses. Carly, Erin, and Mariah cheer. Shots are poured and then passed out, you grabbing it and raising it in front of you so Natalie could finish her toast. "May you let loose, have fun, and call us from a jail cell so one of us can go bail you out."

"Don't jinx me!" The girls all laugh and then you down your shot, grimacing.

There's a sudden commotion as others arrive and you make small talk with Erin and Carly as more people enter the kitchen.

"Oh hey, when did we get a new hot gi- oh my god, it's Baby!" You whirl around at the sound of your name, slowly grinning at Todd's gobsmacked expression. You wink.

"Damn, babygirl," Zane whistles, "who is you trying to impress?"

"Alright, alright!" David shouts, camera recording. "Everyone gather 'round." Zane, Todd, Heath, and Jeff enter the kitchen, everyone gathering the kitchen island. "So today is Baby's twenty-first birthday-"

"WHAT?!"

"Shut up, Zane, and let me finish." Everyone laughs. "As I said before I was rudely interrupted, today is Baby's twenty-first birthday. She didn't tell us because she didn't want presents or a party-"

"BOOOO!"

"-so tonight she's going out with a few friends-"

"Not dressed like that, she's not!" Heath then interrupts.

You and the girls all cackle, even more so when the other boys are seen vaguely nodding along.

"But next week she's all ours. So, Baby," David says, coming in closer so the camera is practically in your face, "any last words before you're too drunk to make good choices?"

"Yeah. If my tits pop out of this shirt, I'm throat punching Natalie for encouraging me to wear it."

"Hey!"

More laughter rings out and you can't help but laugh as Zane, Todd, and David struggle to not look at your chest.

"Jesus, Baby," Heath mumbles. "Will you please change?"

"Nope."

"If you don't change, we're following you to the club," Jeff says.

You grin. "Well then I guess you're following me to the club."

Thirty minutes later, you're sitting on Todd's lap on one of the middle seats in David's Tesla. He and Jason are in the front, you, Todd, Jeff, and Zane in the middle, and Heath and Ilya in the back.

"You know, I didn't think you were actually serious that you'd accompany me to the club," you say. "Or pick up Jason and Ilya."

Ilya laughs from the back seat. "Todd sent me a pic of your.. chest. I was torn between wanting to put a shirt on you and ogling the picture some more."

"Todd!" David laughs. "You didn't?!"

"I'm sorry!" He laughs.

"She's like our baby sister, man," Jeff chuckles. "What is wrong with you?"

Todd laughs, his arms lazily wrapped around your waist. "I was so confused! I mean, I know it's Baby, but.."

"We ain't never really seen Baby's boobs on display like this. It's confusing. And upsetting," Zane says.

"Now you boys know how it feels for us girls when you walk around in nothing but your boxer briefs. I mean, you guys are like family. Sort of. But you're all still so pretty. It's confusing."

The rest of the drive doesn't take very long and soon enough David's pulling up to the club your girl friends are all waiting outside of. And before you can open the door, Todd's holding on tighter as Jason turns around in his seat. David records what comes next.

"Ground rules," Jason says, putting on a mock serious expression. "Very little alcohol, no drugs, no boys, no hook-ups, no-"

"Yes, dad, I get it. Have fun, but not too much fun." You sigh. "Can I go now?"

"Listen here, young lady." You snort and all the boys snicker at Jason's tone. "You are only just barely legal-legal. You're lucky I'm even considering letting you out of this car!"

"I love you guys, but you're all idiots. I'm going now." You tap on Toddy's arm to let go, which he does, and you make your escape soon after.

Then making sure the tape has done its job and kept you covered, you pull down on your shorts from where they'd ridden up. You wave to the boys as soon as the door closes, but you only make it a few feet before Jason's voice is ringing out.

"Call us if you run into any trouble! We mean it, Baby!"

You stumble and glare over your shoulder when people start to stare, you flipping off all the boys now laughing. Your girl friends then walk up to you, staring between you and the car of boys in amusement. "Don't ask," you grumble. "I need a drink asap."

          - X - X - X - X - X -

By the time you're stumbling out of the club, every one of your girls are completely smashed. Makeup is smudged, shoes are in their hands, and one of your girls is a crying mess. Your mind is a little fuzzy and some things look like they're in slow motion when you move a little too fast. Thankfully, however, you had enough of your wits about to order an Uber for the girls and call David to come pick you up just because.

The Uber gets there before David, so you quickly wrangle up the girls and get them in the van. Then left alone, you take a seat on the curb and mess about on your phone to keep yourself occupied. Your Instagram has blown up with notifications from all the sloppy pictures your girls had posted and tagged you in, and all the comments your other group of friends had left on them.

There's whistling behind you, followed by some catcalls that make you slightly uncomfortable, but you do your best to ignore it.

Finally the familiar white Tesla pulls up and you sigh in relief. The front passenger window rolls down and Todd's beaming smile greets you. "Someone doesn't look like they've had fun."

"I was until some idiots ruined it."

"Aw, Baby, whose asses do we have to kick?"

You huff a laugh as you attempt to get up, only to trip and bump into the side of David's car. You can hear him cackling from the inside. The back passenger door opens, and Zane and Jeff are recording you with their phones.

"Seriously, Baby, who pissed you off?"

"Just some-"

"Yeah, sweetheart, flash us those tits!"

The shouting startles you and you grimace, looking towards the source of crude remark. The guy who shouted, plus all his friends, laugh as they shove each other around and continue staring at you. Todd leans his head further out the window and Zane halfway exits the car.

"Flash us your tits! Flash us your tits!"

"Suck my dick!" You suddenly bark back, your anger spiking. The catcalling morons seem startled you spoke back, they still laughing but no longer chanting. "What? You think it's cute to act like jackasses? You wanna see tits so bad, go home and jerk off to PornHub."

"You tell 'em, girl!" A random group of girls cheer you on.

"Fuck, Zane, get her in the car!" Jeff says.

"You wanna go, you little bitch? Lets go, motherfucker!"

"Zane, grab Baby!"

You start to walk off, but arms wrap around your waist and pull you back.

"Yo, man, come get your girl! She's fuckin' crazy."

"What the hell did you just say?" Zane stills and suddenly you're the one nudging Zane back to prevent him from marching up and starting a fight.

Suddenly David's in your face, the light on his camera blinding as he laughs in your and Zane's face. Todd and Jeff do their best to calm the situation, and then you're being herded into the Tesla. And even though there's two perfectly empty seats in the back, you're seated on Zane's lap in the middle seat with Jeff beside you.

"Are you kidding me right now?" Jeff suddenly muses, chuckling the further David gets from the club. "You went from 0 to 100 in a blink."

You frown. "They started it. I ignored it at first, but the chanting really got under my skin."

"You're a mean drunk," Todd giggles. "You went off on those guys. I seriously can't wait until next week."

"I can. Everything feels super slow right now. It's almost making me dizzy." Since you're sitting sideways in Zane's lap, you place your head on his shoulder and snuggle in. "This sucks."

"No, no, no. Don't you dare puke in my car."

You burp. "No promises."

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[collecting-stories]

Bahama Mama - ep. 05 - Rafe Cameron

Summary: You make a scene. 

A/N: Honestly kept this mostly the same.

Holiday in the Sun Masterlist | Outer Banks Masterlist

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You felt like you were on zombie mode, the police officer leading you out to the lobby where your parents were waiting with the Camerons doing more of the work than you were to walk. Sarah and Topper had been signed out before you and were already with everyone else in the lobby.  

The jailhouse was certainly worse for the wear but it had felt intimidating enough last night when you sat in booking as the coast guard told you that you and your friends would be spending the night in jail for taking a stolen yacht on a joyride. At the time you’d been too pissed at Rafe for getting you into trouble when he’d promised not to but now you were seriously wishing that you could just rewind to the morning before and being in bed with him.  

“Oh sweetheart,” your mom wrapped her arms around you, kissing your cheek, “are you okay? What were you doing on that boat?”

“We thought it was your boat.” You explained, looking over to Ward. It had felt like the exact same boat from before. There were memories you just didn’t forget.  

“It was.” Ward confirmed as the confusion on your face slowly turned to anger, “and you can imagine the horror when I woke up to an alert that it was gone from the dock.”

“Are you serious?” You snapped, pulling out of your mom’s hold. Lack of sleep and sitting in a cell all night freezing had made you irritable. And Ward had been pissing you off since you got to the island. “We sat in jail for an entire night and it was your boat anyway?”

“And it taught you a valuable lesson,” your step-dad commented, “you can’t just do whatever you want.”

“Are we ready to go?” Rose asked, “I made reservations for brunch, I don’t want to be late.”

“Wait,” you didn’t follow as they seemingly began to make their way to the doors, “where’s Rafe?”

“Rafe could do with some extra time to think over his actions.” Ward replied.  

When your mom grabbed your arm to pull you toward the door you pulled back, refusing to go with her. You yanked your hand away and backed up, glaring at her as you crossed your arms. Rose noticed your sudden protest, Sarah, Topper, and Wheezie turning to look at you too.  

“Don’t make a scene.” Your mom snapped, catching the remaining two’s attention. Your step-dad and Ward turned at the door to see what was going on. Some of the people milling around the station even stopped to watch.

“Let’s go,” your step dad walked back over to you, grabbing your arms and pushing you toward the exit.

“No! Let go of me!” You shouted, a few of the police officers who had been watching quickly returned to shuffling through paperwork, unsure what to do about the tantrum you were throwing. “No! I’m not fucking going out to eat with some fucking psychopath that locks his kid up cause he took his own fucking boat out. We were all there. We all agreed on it. This isn’t Rafe’s fault, he shouldn’t be unfairly punished.” You said, voice raised as you looked at Ward.

Ward came back over, grabbing your face to force you to look at him. Sarah looked genuinely shocked at her father’s behavior, as did your mother, though your step-dad said nothing, “do not tell me how to discipline my kid! I have been more than generous to your family, don’t forget that!” He pushed you away and you stumbled slightly, your step-dad keeping you upright.  

“Ward,” Rose called, “let’s just go to lunch.”

Your step-dad let you go, falling into step beside Ward and you could already hear him apologizing for your behavior. You scoffed, though they were already out the door. Your mom lingered behind but when you turned to her there was no sympathy in her gaze.

“You need to think about how you act. That was uncalled for.” Your mom said, fixing her hair and clothes before heading toward the door as well.

“He just grabbed me! A grown man literally just assaulted me-”

“Oh for god’s sake! Stop being so dramatic all the time!” She hissed, “either go back to the house, or stay here but don’t come to lunch. I don’t need you acting out there too.”

You watched your mom leave before heading outside, feeling suddenly self-conscious as you stood in the lobby of the police station. You had just completely lost it on Rafe’s dad and you hardly knew the whole story to begin with. Maybe you were way too involved, you’d just gone to bat for him like he was your boyfriend and not just some passed fantasy fulfilled.  

It didn’t take long for Wheezie to text you, detailing how Ward had asked for them to keep Rafe locked up an extra night as if this was some kind of Scared Straight reality tv show. You had no problem admitting that Rafe was spoiled, they all were, but calling the cops on your kid while you’re in another place and he didn’t do anything truly bad, just to prove a point, was some messed up shit.  

-

It might not be the most important vigil you’d keep in your entire life but you stayed at the police station all night, unsurprised, when morning came, to find that you were the only one there when Rafe was released.  

The double doors of the station opened and Rafe stepped out, a little worse for wear after two nights in jail. He squinted against the sunlight, smiling when he saw you sitting there on the bench, head down as you texted. You and Wheezie were apparently texting buddies now as she had stayed up the whole night with you, even facetiming at one point.

“You the welcome committee?” Rafe joked, catching your attention as he came up to the bench.

“Rafe!” You practically jumped into his arms, wrapping your arms around him and pressing yourself against him.

“Damn, it was just county lock-up.” He joked, kissing the side of your head and then pulling away. His good mood diminished when he noticed the slight bruising around your jaw from where Ward had grabbed you. “What happened?”  

“What?” You pulled away when he tried to touch you.

“That wasn’t there the last time I saw you. Who did that to you?” He asked.

“I got a little irritated with your dad when he said you were staying an extra day.” You admitted.  

“My dad did that?” Rafe shook his head, “that fucking asshole.”  

“Rafe...hey,” you stopped him when he tried to walk past you, laying your hands on either side of his face to get him to look at you, “I don’t wanna go back there, please?” The last thing that you wanted to do this morning was go back to that house and face them.  

Rafe took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He really didn’t want to go back there either, mostly because he was pretty sure he would beat the shit out of his dad for putting his hands on you. Even when Rafe had it out with his dad there was still some level of respect, some part of him that desperately wanted his dad’s attention. But seeing you with bruises on your face from defending him just made him want nothing more than to smash his dad’s teeth in.  

“Let’s just get a room at the resort?” You suggested. They had given your bag, phone, wallet, and sweatshirt back yesterday when you were released and you had the allowance card your dad deposited into once a week. Besides, you weren’t really in the mood to continue sleeping on the bench. You had been there waiting to be sure that Rafe was okay but now he was and you wanted to just be as alone with him for a while as you could.  

Rafe’s lower lip jutted out, pouting for a second before he smiled, “you, me, a room to ourselves...what a welcome committee.”

“I thought you’d be down.” You laughed.

Before you could start the walk back to the town center to a car Rafe stopped you, grabbing your arm and pulling you back into a hug. “Thanks for waiting for me.”

“I was pretty much running on delirium and adrenaline...otherwise I would not have camped on a bench for you.” You replied. While deciding to stick it out on that bench hadn’t even been something you thought about for more than a second, you knew it wasn’t just the lack of sleep and fight with his dad that made you do it. There was something else there but you weren’t sure you were ready to think about that.

“What exactly did you say to my dad anyway?”

“I may have called him a pyschopath...” you trailed off, grimacing as you remembered the fight. Definitely not one of your finer moments. “Come on, I was promised you and me in a hotel room for an unlimited amount of time.”

“Alright, alright, don’t rush me.” He joked, “I’m savoring my freedom.  

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[the--blackdahlia]

Bitter Sweet Victory

Title: Bitter Sweet Victory

Summary: An underground fighting ring is someplace they never thought they’d end up, but now they’re in the fight of their lives.

Warnings: Hurt no comfort, major character death, violence, some undertaker x kane. Don’t like, please don’t read.

Undertaker’s hands were wrapped tight as he balled them into fists. How did he get himself into these situations? He was a wrestler, not a boxer, but thank god he had prior martial arts training. But obviously, the training wasn’t good enough, or he wouldn’t be here.

Actually, he wouldn’t be here if not for Hunter running his mouth to a bunch of guys looking for a challenge. Him and Shawn bragged all about the members of the league, of course promoting themselves. Taker had been hoping for a quiet night, just him and Kane. Maybe pizza and a movie, maybe working on his bike while Kane worked out. But instead, he was in a makeshift Hell in a Cell, fighting a guy who made BRock look like a wimp, while his friends were forced to sit ringside. Some of them, like Shawn and Scott Hall, were nursing their own injuries from their own fights.

Fucking hell.

****

“If you all win, you all walk out of here alive,” Their captor had told them from their “green room”, which honestly was more like a jail cell. “Anyone that loses, well, will not be leaving with their friends.”

“You can keep us here.” Hunter had smarted off before being slapped, making him stumble into Kevin Nash.

“You really need to keep yourself in line Mr. Helmsley.” The man had told them. “The sixth one is finishing up his match now. You missed a lot.”

“Who else could you possibly have?” Scott asked. They had gotten the jump on pretty much the whole Kliq; Scott, Kevin, Hunter, and Shawn, with just X-Pac making it away, and hopefully going to get help. Taker had just so happened to be with them, and had cut out of the bar about the same time to catch up with Kane at home. Damn, why didn’t he listen to Stone Cold, who had been trying to get him to stay. “Oh, here he comes now.” The man laughed and suddenly, Taker’s blood ran cold. Especially when he saw the mask that the man produced. “Here you go. You can have this back.”

“No!” Taker jumped up. “What did you do to him?!” Shawn gasped as Kane walked in, his face battered and his knuckles bloody. He shakily took the mask and placed it back on his face, though it hurt like hell.

“Oh my god.” Kevin watched as Undertaker grabbed ahold of Kane and pulled him away from the man who was holding them captive. They were all big guys, but yet they were at the mercy of someone that Hunter had mouthed off to. And it looked like Kane had already paid a price.

“H-hey.” Kane greeted Undertaker when the man left. They were off in the corner, by themselves. Mark was checking his injuries the best he could, finding a couple cracked ribs and other cosmetic damage.

“Shit, this is why you didn’t call to see where I was,” Undertaker grumbled. “I’m so sorry.”

“Not your fault. Got jumped leaving the arena.” Kane explained, leaning into each touch. “I think they’ve been watching us for awhile.”

“How did they get the jump on all of us?” Scott asked. “I mean, we’re all six foot at least, we weight like a fucking brick house.”

“The taller you are, the easier you are to tip,” Shawn pointed out. “That’s why I do so good in the rumbles compared to you guys.”

“Jokes aside, I think they’ve been watching us because we’re some of the best brawlers Vince has,” Kane explained. “When they brought me in, they were watching Raw and taking bets. They watched us all beat the shit out of each other on Raw and Nitro and thought “hey, let’s bring them to our shady dungeon, take bets on them, and watch them beat up other guys.” He held his head, having taken one too many headshots.

“We gotta get out of here.” Hunter told them.

“Brilliant idea. How do you plan on getting us out of here?” Kevin crossed his arms over his chest.

“I don’t know, but we have to get out of here.” Hunter glanced at Kane. “Kane is built, and they destroyed him. What do you think they’re going to do to the rest of us? Like Shawn!”

But any chance of planning went out the door when they were literally dragged out the the fighting area Kane had just left.

And they entered hell.

****

“Taker, watch out!” Kane called out as Undertaker’s opponent swung at him. Their captor was watching over them, much like Commodus watching over his gladiators. But he was not happy as Undertaker missed punch after punch, all while checking to make sure that Kane was still okay.

But then he missed one move and suddenly had a full force punch to the face. It knocked him off his feet, and he landed hard on the dirty floor. He groaned as he tried to push himself up, only to be on the receiving end of a steel toed boot.

“Come on Taker, get up!” Hunter called to him. And boy, did Undertaker want to. He wasn’t going to be the reason one of them didn’t get to leave. And he wasn’t staying here any longer than he had to. He only had to hope that X-Pac or Stone Cold or someone had gotten help.

That’s when he heard a commotion. Just like a flashback, Undertaker saw Kane break down the door to this cell, but this time, had a chair in hand. He swung it at Undertaker’s opponent, hitting him in the back with a sickening crack. He hit him again, knocking him down to the ground, giving Undertaker the perfect opportunity to repeatedly hit the asshole until he was out. “Thank you.” Undertaker smiled as Kane tossed the chair aside. Taker had him wrapped him in a hug quickly, cradling the back of his neck as the others cheered. They had won. They were all getting out of there.

“Well done.” The man walked to them. Kane and Undertaker broke apart. “But, you see, there was a clause about cheating.” Before anyone could react, he pointed a join at Kane’s chest and shot him point blank.

“Oh my god!” Shawn gasped, Hunter quickly squeezing his hand. They all stood, ready to attack, but the gun was pointed their way. Undertaker went to make a move to Kane. He was gasping for air, but he was fading face. Undertaker could tell, even behind the mask.

“You bastard!” Mark hissed, launching himself at the captor. The other four took the opportunity to help out. Punches, kicks, weapons. As they attacked the man who had made their lives hell for the past 48 hours, a noise could be heard. Before they knew it, police were raiding the makeshift ring area. PEople held their hands in the area, with Hunter, Shawn, Scott, Kevin, and Undertaker unsure of whose side they were on.

“Tell Mr. McMahon we found them,” they heard someone say into a radio, and they all relaxed. Until Undertaker remembered Kane, and he quickly ran to him.

“Kane, they found us, we’re going home.” Undertaker told him as he knelt by him, but he didn’t get an answer. “Kane?” He shook him, but his head just rolled. Ripping off the mask, he saw closed eyes surrounded by bruised skin. “Kane!”

“Jesus.” Scott mumbled. EMT’s were soon in to exam the wrestlers, to get them to a hospital for proper care. They were slowly led out, but Undertaker stayed rooted in spot, scooping Kane into his arms and rocking. By the time the EMT’s got to him, to help him to an ambulance, they knew.

As Undertaker held Kane’s body, they knew there was no hope for one of them.

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[airis-paris14]

Starlight Chapter 13

Summary: Amani is an orphaned heiress who's spent most of her life raising her younger sister. T'Challa is a widowed King and Father. Neither of them is expecting much from their night at the Lotus. But the coming months have many milestones in store for these young adults. Will becoming a family be one of them?

Warnings: N/A

Masterlist

2 months later

“Amani, I’m about to head out,” Amare called, grabbing her house keys off of the hook. “Okay, hold on, I'll be right back Baby.” T’Challa nodded into the phone and muted himself to speak to someone off screen. Amani hurried down the stairs and smiled at her little sister. “Okay, passport, keys, tickets, wallet, and medicine in carryon?”

“Yes mother,” Amare smirked.

“I’m just trying to keep you safe kid,” the older Okeke smiled and pulled her in for a hug. “You’re 18, not 21, so please, no sneaking off without telling Shuri’s guards where you all are going. Limit your alcohol intake, I know it’s legal over there but the last thing I need is a call from a German hospital saying you have alcohol poisoning.”

“I promise I will limit the drinking, and the sneaking out.”

“Good. Have fun, be safe. I love you.” Amani smiled and pulled her sister in for another hug. “Love you too sis. I’ll only be gone for a week.”

“I know, but you know I hate saying goodbye. You’re all I have left kid. But I want to let you live, so go before you miss your flight. Hug Shuri for me.

“I’ll call you when I land.” Amare bounded down the front steps and into her already packed car. Amani sighed watching her wave one last time before pulling off down the street. She waved at the patrol car as it drove by on its hourly surveillance drive by, before locking her door and heading up the stairs into her office. “And I’m back,” she plopped into her seat, reopening her MacBook.

“Personally I don’t think it’s fair that our sisters see each other more than we do,” the king teased. Amani rolled her eyes, “This is their first time seeing each other since we came home, it’s only been two months,” Amani laughed. “Yes, and after having you here for three months, I’ve decided that 61 days is too long to be out of your presence.”

“Well you know I’m working to get the venue started up, I just can’t travel as much as usual. You know I would be there if I could,” Her voice began to tremble.

“I know my love,” T’Challa reassured, “I am just teasing,” he frowned, noticing her eyes tearing up. “I know but lately I’ve just been feeling like such a bad girlfriend,” she began to sob and the king panicked. “Hey no, you’re perfect. Nothing's wrong. It’s on both of us and I was gonna tell you that I was planning to surprise you with a visit.”

“Really?” Amani sniffled.

“Yes so please stop crying entle.” The heiress grabbed a tissue from the box she had begun to keep on her desk after noticing that even the little things made her tear up. “I’m sorry. I ruined the surprise again,” she chuckled, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “It is fine, now you have something to look forward to. You hate them anyway,” the king teased.

“Are you sure you’re alright though my love? You have been extra-sensitive lately.”

“In more ways than one,” the heiress murmured. “Have you been to the new doctor, did she run the tests the doctor here ordered?” The king grabbed a stack of papers and began signing them. “Yep,” Amani read over and responded to an email her contractor sent before turning her attention back to T’Challa. “I have an appointment with her tomorrow. She and Dr. Zabulie both sounded very excited so I’m hoping it's a positive result.”

The king smiled at the news, “Well then I’ll be expecting a full report as soon as you know.”

“Of course. I’ll call your mother as well, I wouldn’t even be in this position if you all hadn’t encouraged me to go see another doctor.”

“We both just want what is best for you,” the king smiled, “but unfortunately I have a meeting to attend to my love. I will call you later tonight, okay?”

“Of course, I’ll see you later.” She blew a kiss through the phone before the king had to hang up. After responding to more emails, she scheduled some property manager interviews for later in the week and a building walk through. Her phone caught her attention as it began to ring, “Hello?” She answered. “Hey, Kura and I finished those designs for different set ups and interiors, are you free to go over them?”

“Yeah,” Amani smiled. While in Wakanda she and her friends decided to go into the event business together. They’d bought an old hotel downtown in Atlanta and decided to turn it into a sleepover venue. With suites and rooms designed for different party sizes and moveable features to make the room age appropriate. A spa, boutique, and restaurant, would be located on the grounds as well. There was also a separate grand ballroom and garden that allowed them to market the place as an all in one wedding venue. They’d started work while in Wakanda and now two months later they were weeks away from opening the ballroom, gardens, and other non overnight amenities for event bookings. They would use the money from the rentals to help recover the costs of renovating the hotel rooms.

“Bet. We’ll be over in 30. Sakura has to pick up the pizza first.”

“Cool, don’t forget extra garlic butter sauce. Imma hop in the shower. Y’all can just use your keys to let yourselves in.”

After hanging up the phone Amani hopped in the shower and let the water soothe her muscles. She’d been working so hard to make sure everything came together and it finally was. She was more in love with T’Challa each day, she was starting a business with her friends, and Darius had been spotted in New York living with some family he had there. She still had nightly surveillance, but knowing that he’d move out of the state definitely calmed her nerves.

“Madiyson?” The heiress called as the sound of the front door caught her attention. When she didn’t receive a response she shrugged and figured she had her beats on. She quickly motioned with her coconut oil,slipped into some sweatpants, and pulled a sports bra over her head before a voice sent a chill down her spine. “You’ve been holding out on me Amani.”

Darius got up from his seat behind her on the bed and revealed the kitchen knife he was holding. “If I had known you could look like that, I would’ve made you work out more.”

“How the hell did you get in my house?”

“No Thank you? Darius frowned.

“What do I have to thank you for?”

“Giving you a second chance,” Darius smirked before lunging at the Okeke heiress. Amani, dodged his lunge as he ran into the dresser she was standing in front of. “ A second chance for what you bastard!” The heiress resisted the urge to search for her phone, she knew Darius, he watched her eyes always to anticipate her next move. “You ruined my life. You were supposed to be my wife, look pretty, give me kids. Instead your ass got me locked up for damn near life. Now my dad is all on my ass because he had to call in a favor with the DA and the governor in one sitting-”

“Well maybe your ass should’ve just stayed in jail then!” Amani ducked, expecting the lamp on the nightstand to fly towards her head. She took the moment she dodged the light fixture to locate her phone. It was too far and she knew that she’d never be able to reach it before Darius finished his spiel. She’d have to leave her friends a clue that something had gone wrong.

“Now,” Darius eyed Amani as she backed up against the wall, “as I was saying. Everyone is counting on me to not fuck up! Which means I need to get my old life back, starting with you Ms. Okeke, now heiress of the Okeke Industries Tech Conglomerate.”

“No one will ever believe that we are a happy couple once again Darius, they found me, clinging to life, hypothermic, and bleeding because you literally beat our child out of me. It was on the five o'clock news for weeks straight.” Amani risked eyeing her keys once more, hoping that the plan she was hatching would work.

“What better way to show them that I am a changed man, than by having you forgive me. A redeemed love, a true love,” Darius stepped up to Amani and caressed her cheeks and lips. The woman felt like crawling out of her skin but she held it together. “Why don’t you just find another woman?” Not that Amani wished Darius on any other woman, she’d prefer he’d be locked up in a cell, but she needed to get him to back up. “Does it really matter? I want you, and I’ve already invested a lot in you Amani. You got a little break to have fun and spend time with other men, but you are mine. You always were and you always will be, it’s time I got a return on my investment. “ Darius took a seat on Amani’s bed and she silently rejoiced.

“Okay, then what’s your plan?”

“You don’t need to know all of that. Just know that I’m not leaving you behind Amani.” Darius pointed the knife and Amani nodded, “I’m just gonna grab my keys,” she gestured. “If I go missing, the police will look at all of your father’s and friend’s properties, no one will think I was stupid enought to take you to one of our vacation homes.” At least the waitress hoped this wasn’t the stupidest idea she’d ever had.

“Nah, cause I’m sure your friends and man know all about those places. Not to mention your little sister.”

“Amare is out of the country at a science conference, won’t be home for two weeks, you’ll have time to move me before she can get back. As for the others, they don’t even know we own vacation properties.” Amani scoured through her keys and grabbed the one she knew her sister would recognize as missing first. “Here, we can go to the chateau in the mountains in North Carolina. It’s secluded. No one for miles around.”

Darius stood up, “Nah, there’s a reason you’re helping me. What is it?”

“You’re never gonna leave me alone otherwise. I don’t wanna die, and this is most likely the last time I’ll ever get a decision about something that happens to me. Think of it as my final words.” As soon as the excuse left her mouth Amani felt her mouth go dry and heavy, for some reason, it did feel like she’d sealed her own fate.

“Amani!” Madiyson called as she entered the apartment. Sakura followed in hot on her heels to place the heavy pizzas in the kitchen. “I still don’t know why you ordered four pizzas for 3 people,” Madiyson laughed, dropping all of her interior design sketches and renderings on the table. “As much of a perfectionist each of us is… We're gonna be here all night and y’all are gonna be glad I bought enough pizza.”

“Well if AMANI would BRING. HER. ASS. DOWN. THE. STAIRS we could get started and be done at a godly hour.” Madison yelled up the stairs into the continued silence. “You told her we were coming, right?”Sakura joined her friend at the base of Amani’s stairs and frowned. “Yeah, she said just let ourselves in.”

“Maybe she’s taking a nap, she’s been doing that more often than usual.”

“Oh god, if she’s taking a nap then she’ll be dead to the world right now. You wanna wake her up while I set up?” Madiyson shook her head and walked back over to the couch in the living room. “Sure, just throw me into the lion’s den. You know she hates being woken up by anyone but Amare and Ada.” Sakura whined. “You’ll be fine, she would never hate you. Just make it seem like she woke herself up. Throw a pillow or something.” Madiyson shrugged and opened her laptop.

“Always the sacrifice, never the beneficiary,” Sakura mumbled as she jogged up the stairs into Amani’s room. “Mani,” the afro-asian woman sang as she burst into the room, only to be greeted by a perfectly made bed. “Amani?'' She tried to calm her heartbeat as she checked her friend’s closet and bathroom. “Okay focus, details details,” Sakura chanted to herself. “7:47, no phone in the room, nothing messed up, somebody sat on the bed,” the waitress took note of the room as she backed her way out, down the stairs, and towards the garage. “Hey, did you- what’s wrong,” Madiyson frowned as her best friend opened the garage door and looked out. “Did she say she was gonna leave?” Sakura ignored Madiyson’s original question, feeling her stomach drop at the presence of Amani’s car, and the empty house. “No, she said she was gonna take a shower-”

“Madiyson, She’s not here.”

“Look, I already told you what happened. Madiyson called Amani at 6:30, she picked me up, we picked up the pizzas, let ourselves in, but she wasn’t here when i went to check on her. I went into the room at 7:47. The shower had been turned on and the room was steamy, and someone had sat on her bed but Amani hates that unless she’s about to go to sleep. Except she isn’t in her room sleeping!”

“Why are you all not taking this seriously! Her abusive ex is a known kidnapping threat. For God’s sake she’s had a 24/7 patrol for months because there was fear he would try to retaliate! Now that she’s missing, y’all aren’t doing a damn thing.” Madiyson butted in frustrated at the officers staring at them like they were aliens from outer space.

“Ma’am, we are just trying to get all the facts first-”

I’ve given them to you three times, if you can’t comprehend then we’ve got a bigger problem!” Sakura fumed and the officers stood. “We’ll call headquarters and see what we can do. Technically it has to be 48 hours before we can report and adult as missing-”

“Just get out please,” Madiyson sighed. She held open the door for the officers who hesitated, their feathers obviously ruffled.

“I’ll try calling Amare again.” Sakura stood and walked out after the officers left. Madiyson locked the door and stared up at the clock, realizing she should probably call T’Challa.

“Hello?” Madiyson breathed deeply as the call finally connected to the king, “T, she’s gone,” the woman’s voice warbled but her words shook the king all the same. “What do you mean she is gone?” He stood, immediately stumbling to slip on some shoes and race through the halls to his mother’s room. “Sakura and I came for a meeting, and she wasn’t here. Her car is here but she isn't and she assured us she’d be here taking a shower. Someone else was here because someone was sitting on her bed, at the bottom. You know she hates people ruffling her sheets.”

“Have you talked to Amare? Are you sure she didn’t take her to the airport?”

“We’ve been trying to reach her but she's still on the plane. She would have been back by now if she just went to the airport. She knew we were coming.” Madiyson broke, sobbing into the phone.

T’Challa’s heart dropped, his mind racing back to how he’d begged his lover not to go back until the rumors that her abuser had officially moved were confirmed. Now she was gone and the king felt he had failed to protect her. “Madiyson, Madiyson, I need you to breathe and keep breathing. Did you call the police?”

“Yes, but-“ Madiyson stumbled trying to regain her composure, “they said since it hasn’t been 48 hours it’s not technically a missing persons case.”

The king felt anger rush through his veins, “So they aren’t doing anything?”

“Not really,” Madiyson moved to grab tissue from Amani’s bathroom. “Have her call the detectives over these two imbeciles. She was on 24 hour surveillance due to risk of revenge from her abuser. Them sitting around doesn’t make any sense.”

“I know, I know, I’m heading downstairs right now-” Madison paused as she noticed Amani’s keys on her vanity. “Wait, one of her keys-” Madison trailed off flipping through the keys. “One of her keys is what?” T’Challa knocked on his mother’s door. “It’s missing. When her parents died, she kept keys to all of their properties. With them all labeled with numbers but I don’t know which one is which. Just number three is missing,” Madison ran a hand over her braids and huffed. T’Challa banged on his mother’s door again before taking a step back and pacing the hall. “Okay, You and Sakura just stay there, keep trying to reach Amare. I’m on my way and I’ll try to reach Shuri. See if you can figure out what key is missing.”

“Okay, call us when you land.”

T’Challa hung up the phone, “Umama!” He banged on the door before Ramonda yanked it open. “T’Challa, what in Bast’s name-”

“It’s Amani, she’s missing. We have to go now, can you try to reach Shuri? Her friends think they have a lead but we need to reach Amare.”

“How long has she been missing?” The queen mother rushed back in her room and started to get dressed and pack a bag. “We don’t know, I just got off the phone with Madiyson. They went to the house and she was missing.”

“Did they call the police?”

“They say they can’t report her absence until 48 hours has passed,” T’Challa opened his beads and messaged Okoye. I need you, Ayo, a plane, and five of your best warriors. Meet me on the tarmac in 30.”

“When do we leave?”

“In 30 minutes, I have to pack a bag. Ayo and Okoye will meet us at the tarmac with some back up, can you please try to reach Shuri while I get ready?”

“Yes, I will try calling her.”

The king nodded and turned to rush back to his room. “T’Challa,” Ramonda called out,”We will find her. She will be alright.” He offered his mother a sad smile before continuing down the hall.

“It’s the North Carolina key?”

“Yes. Number 3 it's her favorite number for her favorite house.” Amare insisted as Sakura flipped through the keys again.

“Do you know the address?” Madison interrupted.upiui

“Uh, number 3 Lodge Street Asheville, North Carolina.”

“And you’re sure that is the key that is missing?” T’Challa interrupted Madiyson and Amare. The teen looked at the king through the camera, the lights of the quinjet humming behind her as Shuri watched on. “Yes, I’m positive. Amani is heading to the North Carolina house.”

The king hit the table and turned to his guard, “We are heading to North Carolina. Now.”

“We’ll meet you there-”

“No,” T’Challa and his mother answered at the same time.``You two stay exactly where you are,'' Ramonda demanded. “All due respect, I am not staying over here in Germany when my sister has been kidnapped by her abuser!” Amare rebutted. “Yes, but for all we know he has men looking for you too. As well as Madiyson and Sakura. So until then, at least we know where you are. We are sending Dora Milaje to your hotel.” T’Challa finalized.

“No, I am not standing back when my sister is in danger. I wasn’t there the first time she was saved and opened her eyes, I want to be there this time.” Amare demanded while she teared up and T’Challa sighed. He walked around the desk to look at Okoye and his mother. “You all can head back to Wakanda, once the extra Dora arrive. Once we have her, we’ll bring her back to Shuri’s lab, there you guys can see her.” The king looked at everyone in the room, “Besides, I don’t think it is safe for any of you to be in the US alone right now.”

“So what are you saying?” Sakura sat up from her place on the couch. T’Challa nodded at the general of the Dora Milaje. Okoye tapped her staff and escorted the rest of the warriors out of the home. Once the door had shut the room turned to face T’Challa again. “I have been thinking, especially in light of what has happened to Amani, that you all should move to Wakanda. Stay in the palace of course. I know you two would have to travel for business and Amare we’d have to figure out your schooling, but it is obvious that this government has no vestment in keeping you all safe. I can do something about it and I will, if you all will let me.”

“I don’t know T-” Madiyson started.

“I had been thinking about transferring to study with Shuri, but I don’t know how Amani would take it.” Amare added. “She’s not just gonna give up her independence. She just got it back from Darius,” Sakura added. “I know but it is not safe here, at least for now. As well connected as that fugitive is, who knows what will happen to you all if he goes back to jail. I let Amani convince me she would be safe, and now two months later we are searching for her praying to Bast that she isn’t dead.”

“T’Challa this is not your fault,” Sakura interjected. “I know, but if I can keep you all safe, I have a responsibility to do so. You will have free will and autonomy, but at least inside Wakanda’s borders, I can guarantee your safety.

“I think this is a lovely conversation, but might I remind you all that this is a time sensitive case. Let’s table this discussion until we all make it back to Wakanda” Shuri interrupted the discussion that seemed to be heading towards an endless round table. “Shuri is right, time is of the essence.” Ramonda spoke standing, “everyone comes back to wakanda for the time being. Once we rescue Amani, we send our war dogs to clear any suspicions and make sure it is safe for you all to return. Then we make a decision. Until then-“

“We focus on the task at hand.” Madiyson finished and Ramonda agreed. “Shuri and Amare head back home once the Dora arrive. When we have Amani we’ll let you know.”

“Keep my sister safe T’Challa,” Amare asserted before hanging up. “She’s just nervous,” Sakura reassured. “We are all glad we have someone here to help us this time. But we should get on the road. Darius works fast.” The Afro-Asian waitress added solemnly. The king nodded, “Phambile,” he called and the guards opened the doors escorting everyone to the cars waiting to race to the airport.”

Fourteen Hours Ago

“Amani.” The heiress fumbled to wrap the stick back it s package and hide it on the sink before running out of her bathroom. “Hey,” she offered her younger sister a smile but only received a confused face in return. “Hey, you’re up early, I thought you’d be sleep,” Amare took a seat in one of the overstuffed arm chairs in her sisters bedroom. “I wasn’t feeling well. I got up to take some medicine no biggie,”Amani shrugged. “You go to the doctor again soon right? You should have her check it out.”

“She’s an OBGYN, but I’ll see what she might be able to recommend.”

“Cool, well I’d been thinking-“

“Oh that’s never good,” the heiress laughed as her sister shot daggers her way. “As I was saying. I’ve been thinking about transferring to study in Wakanda with Shuri. It’d make it easier for you to come see Tchalla and I could get accustomed to the culture before we move there-“

“Hey hey, who said we we’re moving to Wakanda?”

“Amani. I’m not dumb or a little girl anymore. I know how marriages and relationships work. I know you live tchalla. I know he loves you. And I know how monarchies work. I also know that T’Challa has asked you to move in or visit more often and that I’m probably the reason you’re hesitant about doing either.”

“You’re right, but I didn’t say anything cause I don’t want you thinking you have to move because of me and T’Challa. I want you to follow your dreams, and dtudying at MIT was one of those dreams.”

“And dreams change, Amare reminded. I used to any to be a ballerina, astronaut, actress, and hear I am studying at MIT. And now, I know that the university of Wakanda can offer me so much more. Plus I’ll get to spend more time with my best friend and take advantage of her lab. It’s a win win!” The young genius insisted. Amani sighed and settled on the chair next to her.

“How about we finish out this fall semester and pick up the conversation over Christmas break. I just don’t want you to regret anything.” The older sister explained.

“That’s fair.” Amare nodded and stood. “Back to you though, are you sure you’re feeling well enough for me to leave?”

“Now you sound like the older sister. I’ll be fine kid, you go have fun at your conference thing in Germany. Have you finished packing?”

“Nope, I wanted to get and early start at the stores so I can pack before my flight.”

“Okay, I’m headed back to sleep. But don’t crash the car and fill up the tank before you come back please.”

“I always do,” Amare smiled before kissing her sister's cheek and slipping out of the room. Once Amani heard the front door shut. She locked herself in the bathroom and unwrapped the third and final test. She sat them all in a row before flopping down on the toilet.

“Shit.”

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