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ramp-it-up · 27 days

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II Most Wanted Pt. 2: Pedal so heavy

Pairing: Syverson x OFC Reader "Buttercup" (w/ Betty Bronco)

Summary: The feelings are getting real as you make a decision about giving Jake Syverson the time of day (or night, rather) at your 20 year reunion.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. S MUT, Angst, pining, fluff. Flashbacks, horny teenagers being horny (over 18 tho). Prom night, early 2000's music, mentions of sex acts, "Captain" kink, mentions of teenage pregnancy, divorce, breakups. The Powerpuff Girls, old automobiles, 20 year high school reunion, drinking, swearing. Reckless driving?

Read at your own risk. Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N: This is the second installment of II Most Wanted. I'm in love with these two; they are bringing my writer heart back to life. If you like it, please reblog and comment.

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May 2024

“Well, now Buttercup, that’s a long story. I know you want to hang with your friends. And I don’t know what you’re doin’ later tonight, but I would like to go somewhere quiet and talk about it.”

When you heard that, you went into fight or flight mode. Rage, regret, and sadness all flooded your body at once, and Sy’s eyes flicked down to your dominant hand which was curling into a fist. A wry smile started on his lips, and then he straightened up and looked you in the eye as he started to speak again.

“Butter-”

You shook your head, which silenced him. Then you raised your chin, released your fist, and turned your back, walking toward your friends.

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Get out (LEAVE!)

Right now

It’s the end of you and me

It’s too late (NOW!)

And I can’t wait

For you to be gone…

Carla and Tiffani followed as you fled to the restroom.

“Why did you even tell him I liked him? I blame both of you.”

You were hurt, so you brought up a 20 year old slight and lashed out weakly at your friends. You were trying to ascribe meaning to your emotions.

How could everything still hurt this much?

Carla wasn’t having it.

“Unh unh. No. Nope. We were sick of you running your mouth all the time about how cute he was. And Jakey boy had heart eyes for you since the day you walked into school, despite Becca the Bitch. After they broke up, we had to put you both out of your misery. It had to be done.”

Tiffani was nodding her head in agreement.

You sighed.

“‘M sorry guys,” you sat on the bathroom vanity and smiled to yourself about your Powerpuff councils in the 3rd floor Central High bathroom all those years ago. Then you grimaced when you thought of Sy.

“I just… Can’t…”

“So what just happened?”

Despite your surliness, Carla was ready to go to war for you.

“He wants me to go talk with him, ‘someplace quiet.’”

“Wow. Your air quotes are kind of aggressive.”

Sweet Tiffani was also calling you out.

“Maybe you do need to talk to him. I heard what happened, and it’s kind of a lot. A hell of a story.”

“Tiff has a point. You forbid us to say his name after you two broke up…”

You interrupted Carla.

“After he found out Becca was pregnant, you mean..”

“...That is a part of the story you need to hear. She did him dirty. They split when he finished his first tour. He asked about you, but you were already engaged to Scott…”

You’d heard that Sy enlisted instead of going to State for football like he planned when Becca fell pregnant, but the bit about the split hit you like a ton of bricks.

But why? And what did it matter now?

“Sy spent the better part of the last 20 years in Afghanistan, and I think it’s because…But that’s not our story to tell. You really ought to talk to him.”

“I don’t have to do-”

Your voice was a little shrill and you closed your mouth when you heard yourself. You stood in the bathroom awkwardly until the familiar beginning of a song wafted into the room:

“Teen drinking is very bad.”

Carla and Tiff started screaming the next line:

“Yo, I got a fake ID tho.”

The beat dropped and they pulled you out of the bathroom onto the dance floor.

One, here comes the two to the three to the four Everybody drunk out on the dance floor Baby girl ass jiggle like she want more Like she a groupie and I aint even on tour...

…..Everybody in this bitch getting Tipsy.

This was your thot song, and after a minute of standing there, fake offended by their dancing, soon you were shaking your ass with your lifelong friends.

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Sy knew how much he was trying it when he asked you to talk, but he had been waiting 20 years for this chance.

Tonight was the night.

And he wasn’t going to let the night pass without shooting his shot. But the truth needed to be told first. He hoped that you still cared enough to let it happen.

When you stared at him blankly, he started to sweat. He knew you lived your life since then. He feared that any feelings you may have had for him were over and done with. But then he saw your hand balled into a fist, and hope entered his heart.

Sy never shrank from a fight; hell, he’d started too many, but he never wished for someone to sock him in the mouth as much as you.

He wanted to fight with you.

And he wanted to make it up to you.

His heart dropped when you walked away, but he decided to let it ride and give you some space. After you disappeared into the bathroom with Carla and Tiffani, Sy ventured into the venue, ready to interact with others now that he had laid down the challenge with you.

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You were having a ball dancing with the girls until that song came on. You stopped moving, the hair raised on the back of your neck. When you turned you found Sy staring right at you. You’d managed to ignore him the entire night, but this song and his blue eyes were wearing you down.

I'd sure hate to break down here Nothin' up ahead or in the rear view mirror Out in the middle of nowhere, knowin' I'm in trouble if these wheels stop rollin' So, God help me, keep me movin' somehow Don't let me start wishin' I was with him now

You walked toward Sy, drawn to him as if on a string. You had that feeling in the small of your back as you stood before him, the one that you hadn’t felt in ages, and suddenly everything felt inevitable.

Just like it did 20 years earlier.

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May 2004

On Prom night, you came out of your bedroom and Sy’s mouth dropped open. His eyes never strayed from your face as he murmured,

“You look amazing.”

You blushed and smiled while your mom ‘awwwed’ and went to get her camera. You approached your boyfriend and he took your hand to twirl you around as he appraised the rest of you in your sleek emerald green dress. When you faced him again, he was licking his lips, trying to make the look on his face respectable. You smiled because you could read his mind.

Sy didn’t flinch as your mom called him “Jacob,” and you didn’t have it in you to be annoyed as she took a couple of pictures. Sy’s hand on your waist and his thumb gently stroking the exposed skin at the opening on the side of your dress made you shiver in anticipation.

You were caught up.

Soon, Sy was loading your bag into the back of Betty, and pulling off, your mom having accepted your explanation of staying over Tiffani’s after going bowling with the group after the prom.

In reality, a bunch of the crew were renting a huge chalet in the mountains, 45 minutes away. You and Sy had your own room, and you were ready to give him everything that night. You were distracted, imagining having your way with him that night.

And Sy was right there with you.

“Y’know, Buttercup, we can just head on up to the chalet.”

He cut his eyes over to you to watch your reaction. When you didn’t answer and just bit your lip, that’s when he knew.

“Our suite has its own bathroom with a shower in it. We’re definitely using that this weekend. Can’t wait to see you all soapy and wet. ‘S all I could think about in the shower tonight. Almost jerked off to the image, but I decided to save it all for later…”

Sy knew you too well, and had keyed into how you responded when he talked dirty to you. He was priming the pump for later.

You pictured Sy in the shower, his lithe muscles clenched as he fisted himself, made you suddenly need a drink of water. You cleared your throat and found your voice.

“We have to go, Sy. I spent so much time getting ready. And you look so handsome in this tux….”

You skimmed your hand down his lapel, down his torso to his thigh, and you quickly ascertained his situation. He grinned at you.

“You’re right.”

Sy winked, smiled and concentrated on the road while you tried not to be a slut in the passenger seat. By the time you reached the venue, you had yourself under control. He parked, then turned toward you.

“Let’s have a good time tonight, Buttercup. Think you can keep your hands offa me for a couple of hours?”

You scoffed, and Sy took your hand and kissed the back of it, then turned it over and kissed your palm, smoothing the joke away because in reality, It was him who couldn’t help touching you.

“Don’t want to mess up your makeup right now… might ruin it later tho.”

You whimpered in his grip as he kissed up your arm and you tucked a long errant curl behind his ear.

Sy’s eyes went soft and he held your hands in your lap.

“Y’know, we don’t have to do anything tonight. We can dance all night if you want to. Bowl the blue balls away.”

You laughed and Sy fell in love even more. You were so beautiful.

“I love you, Buttercup, and us having sex or not won’t change that, not one bit.”

You melted as you stared at your handsome fella. He was fiddling with your hand, and then you felt something cold on your finger. You pulled your hand back and saw the delicate white gold ring with a tiny perfect diamond in the center that had been his grandmother’s.

You gasped.

“Sy!”

You looked from him to his grandmother’s ring. You’d come across it the first time you were over his house, ‘studying’ in his room on a chilly November night after football practice. You were being nosy and looking at everything you could touch as he went to get some snacks.

Sy was embarrassed when he came back and saw you with it. You thought he was mad at you for snooping, but he wasn’t. He’d told you that it was just a ‘tiny little ol’ ring, not worth anything,’ and that no one would want it, but that his Gran had left it for him to give to his future wife.

“But, I’ll propose to someone with a bigger ring than this.”

Sy’s denim blue eyes held yours for a beat. Your heart flipped. You didn’t know why, because you’d only been talking for a couple of weeks and this was the first time you were alone together.

You didn’t know that Sy was repeating something Becca had told him when she turned her nose up at the antique when she happened to see it, and you didn’t care as you took the black box and sat down on his bed. You stared at the ring inside like it was the crown jewels, and after about 5 minutes of studying it, you looked up at him.

“Well. I think this ring is beautiful and precious. The detail is stunning. Your future wife would be lucky to get it.”

That was exactly when Sy realized that he was in love with you.

Back in the Bronco outside of the prom, you were in disbelief.

“What are you doing Sy….?”

All of a sudden, you felt too young for this moment. But after only six short months together, Sy knew exactly what you were thinking.

“Calm down, Buttercup, this is just a promise ring.”

He kissed your hand again.

“I know we're jumpin' the gun, and we're both still young.”

Those eyes held you in a trance.

“But one day, we won't be.”

“Oh, Sy…”

“It’s my promise to you, Buttercup. I will love you ‘til the day I die.”

And it seemed kinda crazy. But you believed him.

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May 2024

I made it this far without cryin' a single tear An' I'd sure hate to break down here Oh, no

It was either the music, the dancing, or the alcohol, or all three that made your mind up, but you were ready to listen to what Sy had to say.

Stephanie Prince, the class president, was calling the Homecoming court up to the stage, and Sy looked that way. Anger bloomed again inside you.

Damnit, Sy needed to choose you this time.

“You still wanna talk, Sy?”

Your body language that screamed aggression: the cocked hip, the crossed arms that pushed up your tits, the tapping foot in those heels, all made Sy soft on the inside and hard on the outside for you. When he answered you, his voice broke.

“Ye– yeah.”

Christ, you had him weak. But he made a decision, found his strength, and grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the Marriott.

You followed him obediently, and that set him on fire. He stopped and turned around when he reached the Bronco.

But he didn’t let go of your hand.

You two stared at each other in the late spring night air, stars winking down on you two.

“So where we goin’, Sy?”

Being this close to him again, and the feeling of his touch made all those 20 year old pheromones perk up again. Damn, this man.

This huge, handsome, hairy man.

“Where do you wanna go, Buttercup?”

What your brain was doing was insane, so you just kept silent.

Becoming mute was one of your tells. Sy was elated that maybe you wanted him, at least physically. He was so thirsty for you.

“Hm.”

Sy grunted, straightened up, loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt, all while still holding your hand. It was like he didn’t want to let you go.

And he didn’t.

“Tell you what. Let’s take a spin in Betty. See what’s up in the ol’ town.”

Your eyes flicked toward the truck, and you knew it was dangerous.

But you were grown now.

And so was Sy.

Sy led you around to the passenger side door to help you up into the high profile vehicle, leaning over you to buckle you in, only releasing you to put his hand on the door.

“I can’t believe you still have her,” you whispered, indicating the Bronco. “How is she still the exact same condition?”

“She’s been in storage for the better part of 20 years. Thought about her everyday though.”

Sy was looking at your lips, and the memories came flooding back.

“I bet she missed you.”

Sy cocked his head and his tongue darted out to moisten his lips. His voice came out gruff and he had to clear his throat again.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, Sy.”

Any smooth line was lost as his brain short circuited with the concentration it took to not kiss you right now.

“Well, we’re about to have some fun together again, you, me, and Betty. Sit tight, pretty lady.”

Your cheeks heated at the compliment.

“Ok, Captain.”

Sy actually blushed, shook his head and closed the door, leaving you to breathe in the old leather smell of the Bronco with your eyes closed, conveniently leaving him to pump his fist behind the car unseen by you.

He got back in the car, jacket off. And he leaned near you to place it on the back seat, you got a whiff of him, the familiar cologne adding another dimension to your roiling senses.

When you opened your eyes, you witnessed him rolling his shirtsleeves up his forearms. He caught you ogling him and you gulped and crossed your own arms and legs, angling yourself to look out of the open window.

Sy looked over at you closing yourself off from him, then smashed the gas to make sure that you'd squeal and grab his arm like the good ol’ days as he peeled out of the parking lot, pedal so heavy like you were the two most wanted criminals in town.

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wildlife4life · 1 month

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Fuck-It Friday Coda

Tagged by the amazing @hippolotamus @jesuisici33 @wikiangela and @tizniz (who dropped a whole new fic!) Thank you so much! Hope you all are just as hyped for bi-buck as I am!!!!!!! Not much to say than what's being said everywhere for 7x04. Here is my coda this historic episode and it can be read on ao3 as well. Enjoy!

It’s never really a surprise anymore whenever Buck runs into Tommy at the 118’s favorite hook and ladder bar. Hell, before they broke up, Tommy took him to this bar on a couple dates. Awkward dates but dates all the same.

Buck is waiting for the latest rounds of drinks at the bar when a familiar hand lands on his shoulder, “Hey Evan.”

He whirls around and comes face to face with the very man that opened Buck up to whole new world. “H-h-hey Tommy.” He greets nervously, gaze flickering over to where his team, Maddie, Athena, and some friends from dispatch sat.

Tommy catches it and smirks, “Here with the entire crew huh? What’s the cause for this meet up? Didn’t see or hear about any big Buckley heroics over the radio waves.”

Buck finally catches Eddie attention, and his partner stiffens slightly at the sight of Tommy. They were all still friends, mostly, but after the pilot ended things with Buck, sides were taken… in more ways than one.

“You lied back then. In your loft, before I kissed you.” Tommy stated, staring out the hanger doors, hands shoved deep into his flight suit’s pockets.

Wretchedness gripped Buck’s throat tightly. He knew where this was headed, and for just the briefest moment he wanted to fight it. Fight for what he and Tommy had. “I didn’t lie. I wanted to get to know you, I thought-I still think you are cool, and I just wanted you see that.” His voice was high and tight with the brittle lie.

Tommy shook his head and Buck caught his grimacing smile, “Buck you need to stop lying to yourself and open your damn eyes. I have and you want to know what I saw?” His voice cracked with anguish.

Buck’s lower lip trembled, and he could feel the prickle of tears. He didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to face it. Because if he opened his eyes to what Tommy is seeing, the despair would be 10 times worse than what he’s facing at the time.

Always the bravest of two of them, Tommy scoffed at Buck’s silence and pushed on, “You weren’t vying for my attention. You never have. Evan you never did any sort of chasing in this relationship, I did. I so was blinded by how endearing and open you were about your best friend, that I failed to see you misplacing you’re confused emotions onto the nearest person showing you affection. Me.”

The tears began to flow when Buck shook his head, “No Tommy. I liked you; I just didn’t know about that part of myself until you showed it to me.” He tried defending.

His boyfriend snorted, “Liked. Past. Not present.”

And Buck’s heart dropped into his gut.

Finally, Tommy looked at him and everything in his stomach becomes rancid at the utter heartbreak on the older man’s face, “I’m glad I could help you embrace your bisexuality. Truly I am. I know how freeing it can be. But Evan, those feelings you’ve have for men, for that one special man have always been there and instead of facing them, you took the easy way out with me. And fuck man, it hurts. It really does.”

“Tommy…” Buck started, but Tommy’s hand gripping his wrist silenced him.

“Evan-Buck. Its-well it’s not entirely okay, but you didn’t know or see and neither did I. At least not until you came back from Chim’s bachelor party. You two couldn’t even look each other in the eye and you’ve been off since.”

That’s because he and Eddie got into the biggest fight of their lives during Chimney’s bachelor weekend. Because Eddie had been acting off since Buck came out, even though he promised nothing would change. Because Buck once again became enviously green when Eddie kept his attention on the private bar tender. Because Eddie looked Buck in the eye and asked, ‘Why does he get that part of you?’ in the middle of their screaming match that Buck still has no idea how it started but ended there. Because they both walked away, too scared to confront any of those feelings. Because Buck knew deep down, he wanted to give everything he was giving to Tommy, to Eddie and so much more.

“You are such a wonderful man Buck and I know it was never your intention to hurt anyone. But us being together, it’s destroying me and you and...” Tommy sucked in a sharp breath, “And Eddie.”

And there it was. Everything that Buck has been denying since Tommy confronted him in his loft. The person who was really behind Buck’s complex and confused emotions those few months ago. It was time Buck accepted it. It was time to open his eyes. It was time to let Tommy go.

Buck let out a sob and tugged Tommy into a tight embrace, “I’m sorry, I really am.”

Tommy sniffled, “You have nothing to apologize for Evan.” He pulled back and put Buck at arm’s length, giving him a wet smile, “I was more than honored to be your queer awakening and guru.”

Buck barked out a soggy laugh, “You turned my entire world on its axis man, but in the best way possible.”

“You’re a special one Evan and Eddie… god what you two have and what it can be.” Tommy shook his head chuckling, “I can’t stand in the way of that anymore.”

The younger firefighter stuttered out a breath, “I think that’s more on me than you.” And gets a hum of agreement from his now ex-boyfriend. He stuck a hand out, “Friends?”

Tommy didn’t even hesitate and slapped his own hand into Buck’s, squeezing tight, “Absolutely. Just give me some time, and yourself as well.”

Buck took two days after the break-up to mourn what had been his best relationship to date, to wallow in his unknown carelessness, and to confront those mixed emotions that drew him to Tommy in the first place. Then he packed his duffle and went to work.

Chimney was the first to confront him since Tommy turned down a night out at the karaoke bar and explained that he and Buck broke up. Hen followed because those two paramedics tell each other everything. Bobby reminded Buck that he was willing to listen before giving his shoulder a squeeze. Ravi seemed, relieved, but sympathetic. And Eddie pulled him into the tightest embrace asking, “Why?”

Buck didn’t give him the entire answer. Simply stated, “It wasn’t working.”

Months later Buck gave him the entire truth by taking a page out Tommy’s book and kissing Eddie senseless with a firm grip on his chin. Eddie, who was babbling away in his kitchen about not seeing what was in front of him and desperate to know if Buck is willing to give Eddie every part of himself, kissed Buck back with ferocity. When they pulled apart Buck finally told him why Tommy ended things, “He saw what we were all too scared to look at.”

That was almost a month ago and Buck is deliriously happy with his life, with his boyfriend, with Eddie. He doesn’t need to be weird or nervous around the man that helped lead him here. So, he winks at Eddie, telling him it’s all good, and gives his attention to Tommy. “No big newsworthy rescues. Though Chimney did rescue his 100th cat.”

Tommy shakes his head laughing, “An almost impossible feat.”

“Very much so.” Buck comments, “We’re here to celebrate Maddie’s promotion at dispatch. Officially a supervisor.”

“Hey good for her!” Tommy exclaims, “Honestly surprised it took this long. Her voice seems to be on all the major calls lately.”

Buck nods, “Yea. Would have been a different ending for all of us after the bridge collapse last year if it weren’t for my sister.”

“Man, you Buckley’s and your heroism.”

Buck blushes, Tommy Kinnard always the charmer. The other man smirks, knowing the effect he has on him still. “You look good Buck. Happy. Wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain firefighter that’s all over your Instagram lately? Hm?”

As if summoned by Tommy’s mere mention of him, a red Henley covered arm snakes its away around Buck’s waist and warmth lines up along his back. “Hey Tommy, good to see yuh man.” Eddie greets smoothly before nuzzling close to Buck’s ear, “Get that drink order in yet babe?” He asks just loud enough to be overheard by certain people close by.

The pilot’s smirk broadens, but gives a friendly slap to Eddie’s back, “Good to see yuh too Diaz. Been a minute.”

Eddie nods and his nose moves along Buck’s jaw at the movement, making him tremble, “It has. Maybe we can meet up to spar sometime.”

Before his bisexual awakening and the admittance of his true feelings, hearing his boyfriend make plans with another man would have sent him on a downward spiral. Now, thanks in part to Tommy, Eddie, his sister, and the entirety of the 118, but mostly himself, Buck is secure and at peace with his place in their lives, in Eddie’s life.

But that still doesn’t stop his big hearted, ever thoughtful boyfriend from asking, “I know I’ve only taught you the basics, but you could join Evan.”

Buck leans back into Eddie’s embrace and brushes his lips against his partner’s cheek, “Hmm. I’d rather go for the title on more equal grounds, and I really want to save myself the embarrassment of Tommy seeing my ass get kicked.”

His ex snorts out a laugh, while Eddie’s cheeks pinken at Buck’s innuendo of the actual kind of sweaty, half naked situation they want to be in. “Still shameless as ever huh Evan?” Tommy comments.

Buck shrugs, “Nothing to be ashamed of. My boyfriend is hot and I prefer to have my ass handed to me in more intimate ways. But you two can kick, spin, and punch your little hearts out. I’ll enjoy some time with Christopher, maybe even take him to a field and play the much superior sport, football.”

“God you really do not like basketball huh?” Tommy retorts with a shake of his head, probably remembering the first and last time they played, ending with Buck almost breaking Eddie’s ankle in a confused jealous rage.

“I won’t let him near anything orange and spherical.” Eddie jokes giving Buck a tight squeeze. “But if you are up to it, I would love to come over and go a few rounds. You do have a pretty sweet set up.”

The LAFD piolet grins, “Bring the Chevelle too, we can give it a once over.”

Buck makes a mental reminder to give the back seat of said car a good cleaning because the last time he and Eddie drove it out, Buck took Eddie apart in back seat and a t-shirt wipe down definitely did not suffice as ‘clean up’.

Eddie clears his throat, and his blush deepens. Yea, he’s thinking the same. “Sounds good. I’ll shoot you text and set up a time.”

Knowing the conversation is coming to an end, Buck flags down the bar tender before looking over at Tommy, “You should join us. Drinks are on,” He pauses trying to remember who lost the credit card roulette and laughs when it comes to him, “Drinks are on Josh.”

Tommy softens at the invitation, “Drinks with the 118, haven’t done that in a while. I’m in. Miller lite to start.”

Buck laughs, “Yea I know. Go join the others, Eddie and I got this.”

“Yea, I know you do. BuckandEddie, the dream team. Happy for you both, truly.” Tommy kindly states, then gives a shoulder pat to the two of them before strolling away to join the 118 and dispatchers. They faintly hear loud cheers and greetings when he gets close, their friends and family always happy to see the man who put his life and career on the line for them.

Buck places their drink order and when the bar tender slides away, Eddie pulls him back into his chest and growls into his ear, “You may not be green with envy anymore, but I sort of am.”

A shiver runs down Buck’s spine at his boyfriend’s possessive tone and knew all too well that their time at the bar was going to be short lived…unless.

“It’s no Chevelle, but the jeep is parked pretty close.” Buck breathlessly tells him.

Eddie gives him a wicked grin, “You want to take me in the jeep?”

“Wanna go for another title?”

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hellodarling1357 · 7 months

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Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts? (Cassian x Reader) - Part 1

Summary: You and the inner circle enjoy a night out at Rita's; after numerous drinks, a small fight, and a flight around Velaris, some drunken confessions are made. But are they true?

Warnings: drinking, swearing, violence, bit of misogyny/grabby male

After a hectic few weeks, you and the inner circle had planned to take the night off by grabbing a bite together before making your way to Rita’s. However, as the clock clicked closer to dinner and your final meeting of the day was no where near over, you knew you’d be running a lot later than expected. With a sigh, you sent out a message to Rhys, telling him of your hold up and to go ahead with the night, you’d meet them all when you could.

Three gruelling hours later, you finally managed to get yourself to the House of Wind with the full intention of calling it a night, plans with your friends be damned; the thought of a hot bath and your cozy bed already lulling you into a sleepy state.

Those plans were quickly taken away by the sight of a note stuck to your bedroom door in Mor’s elegant handwriting:

You better not be thinking about ditching us tonight. If you’re not at Rita’s by midnight, I will come back here and drag you there myself.

Love you!

See you soon xx

- Mor

With a sigh you peeled the note off the door and entered your room, placing it on the small table beside your bed before collapsing onto the mattress. You wanted nothing more that to stay there and wrap yourself up in the fluffy blanket Cassian had gifted you last winter solstice. But you knew Mor would be true to her word, and after a few drinks she would be even more determined to get you out.

You squeezed your eyes shut before heaving yourself up with another sigh, making your way to your bathroom to freshen up for what was sure to be a long night.

*****

Twenty minutes later, you found yourself outside of Rita’s, the place already packed with dancing fae. You weaved your way through the crowd, heading for your usual booth in the hopes of finding your friends but the only evidence that they had been there was the clutter of empty glasses spread across the table. You turned to the dance floor, hoping to spot at least one familiar face through the throng of people.

Luckily, you didn’t have to look long before spotting Cassian towering over the groups of revellers. Judging by the sporadic way he was dancing, you were certain he had consumer a large portion of the empty glasses that sat behind you. Before you could take a step towards them, Cassian’s eyes met yours and he broke into a huge grin as he called out your name. Your suspicions of his intoxicated state were confirmed as he bounded over to you, completely unaware of the poor fae he accidentally pushed aside.

“Y/N! You’re finally here. What took you so long?” he exclaimed before pulling you into a tight hug and spinning you around. You couldn’t help but grin back at him as some of your earlier tensions ebbed away as you were enveloped in his comforting scent, slightly tainted by the strong presence of alcohol.

“We need to get some drinks into you” Was all he said before grabbing your arm and marching you towards the bar. He managed to quickly grab the bar tender’s attention, “Cass—” You started as the shots were poured but Cassian just passed you one, mischief dancing in his eyes, before downing the other and signalling for another round.

You grimaced at the burning sensation in your throat, causing Cassian to let out a deep laugh before placing another in your hand. You raised your eyebrows, but he just grinned in response, clinking his second shot with your own before subsequently downing it. You followed suit, placing the now empty glass on the counter and pulling Cassian’s attention back to you before he could order any more drinks. “Let’s go dance!” You shouted over the music and raised voices. He gave you a look and opened his mouth, clearly about to dispute not getting you another drink, so you grabbed his hand and started towards the dance floor in search of the rest of your group.

Mor’s excited squeal resonated above the crowd as she pulled you into a tight hug. “You’re here!” she exclaimed, dragging you towards where Azriel, Rhys, Feyre, and Amren were dancing, Cassian following closely behind.

It didn’t take long for a high fae male to come up and start dancing behind you. Giving Mor a pointed look, she grabbed your hands and started dancing obnoxiously with you, offering an excuse to ignore and step away from the intruding male. He didn’t seem to take the hint as he stepped closer, grabbing your arm and turning you to face him.

“Let me get you a drink!” He shouted into you ear, you shook your head and went to turn away, but hands grasped at your hips, and he pulled you closer. “Come on, dance with me. I’ve been watching you all night, I reckon we can have some fun together.” The suggestive smirk he gave you had you recoiling, “No, I’m fine. Thanks” You tried to make your voice as flat as possible, making another shot at escape but still those hands were on you. “I said no—” but before you could get another word out, the male was pulled away by a furious Cassian, Azriel close behind him with his mouth pressed together and fists clenched at his side.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? She’s clearly not interested,” The male just sneered up at him, a very brave thing to do considering the vast difference in both size and strength, “Well? Get out of here.”

The smug look on the male’s intoxicated face had you tensing, “I think, we can let the lady decide for herself.” He raised an arm and draped it around your waist, pulling you into his side. Your look of disgust as your shrugged away from him was enough for Cassian as he hauled the male further from you, the punch to his face sending him back a few steps. With worry etched across his features, Cassian turned back around just as the male lunged forward with an attempted punch that was quickly intercepted by Azriel. “That’s enough” He snarled before pushing the male away through the crowd and towards the exit.

Cassian approached you again, the scowl on his face and the way he tracked Azriel and the male told you he was longing for a reason to follow them out. Once they were out of sight, Cassian’s hazel eyes lowered to you, scanning your face for any signs of distress.

“I’m fine Cass, really,” You tried giving him a reassuring grin but could tell he wasn’t convinced. “Stop brooding, you got your punch in and now he’s gone. This was meant to be a night off so we could all relax, not start fights. I’m getting another drink, are you coming or not?”

Not waiting for his reply, you made your way towards the bar, ordering a drink for you and Cassian and then headed to the table where Rhys and Feyre were sitting.

“Where are the others?” You asked, scotting across the booth seat to make room for Cassian, who still looked troubled. “Amren left as soon as she deemed it socially acceptable, I’m surprised we got her here in the first place. Az said he was going to head as well; I think he wanted to make sure that prick didn’t sneak back in.” Rhys said, brows furrowing at the thought. “And Mor?” You looked around for your other friend as Feyre laughed, gesturing to the dance floor where you could see her wildly dancing – how she still had the energy, you had no idea.

*****

You chatted for a bit longer as you finished your drinks, finally deciding it was time to call it a night. Rhys and Feyre bid you both goodbye as they headed back to the River House.

“Ready to go?” You grimaced as you looked up towards your home. It was cold enough just standing in Velaris so you were dreading the freezing flight back to the House of Wind. Cassian just laughed at you, before scooping you up.

You honestly hated flying at the best of times and knowing how much Cassian had drunk during the night had a bundle of nerves settling in your stomach.

“It’s alright, I’m not going to drop you” Cassian’s breath brushed against your ear as he grinned but before you could respond he had lurched into the air, causing you to let out a shriek as you grasped tightly onto him.

Purely to annoy you, Cassian unnecessarily flew around the city, suddenly swooping down or flying upwards as he gradually made his way home. Your shouts of indignation only spurred him on, laughing harder as you clung to him.

When he finally reached the balcony and placed you down, you shot him an incredulous look before walking inside and beelining it to the fireplace.

“You do that every time!” Looking over your shoulder, you watched as Cassian plonked into one of the plush armchairs. “And have I ever dropped you?” “No. No, you haven’t but you’re drunk so—” Cassian interrupted you with a groan as he lent back, placing his hands over his face. “Okay? And? If we’re just stating facts, I’m also hopelessly in love with you, what of it?”

You were about to argue back, not that it was a real argument, every time you flew with Cassian he gave you something to complain about because the back and forth that followed was always so fun. But his words caught up to you and stopped you in your tracks.

“You’re in…Wait, what?” You whipped around to face him, not expecting to find the sheepish and guilt-ridden expression on your friend’s face as he stared up at you with wide eyes. "Don't tell sober me that I told you that. It was meant to be a secret." You just gaped at him, struggling to find the right words to say. “Cass… you’re drunk.” “You’ve already said that.”

You cursed the small part of yourself that jumped at his words, the small hope you had been clinging to for years. But, as you said, he was drunk and Cassian was an affectionate person at the best of times so surely he didn’t actually mean any of it, right?

Letting out a soft sigh and squashing down the disappointment that reared its ugly head, you looked back at Cassian shaking your head.

“You’re really going to regret drinking so much in the morning if you’re saying things like that, Cass. Come on, don’t you have to be up in a couple of hours anyway for training? Let’s get you to bed.”

You helped pull him out of the chair, directing him down the hallway and towards his room. Before you could usher him inside, Cassian turned to you with a look of contemplation.

“It is true though. I do love you. You're so perfect. How can anyone be so perfect? How could I not fall in love with you after being around you for so long?” A part of you ached at his words, still not daring to believe they held any truth, but as he lent down to place a soft kiss to your cheek, offering you the most sincere smile you’d ever seen before saying goodnight, you let a small part of yourself hope.

*****

You awoke the next morning to the sun streaming in through the window, cursing yourself for forgetting to shut the blinds the night before.

Throwing on a dressing gown, you trudged out of your room towards the kitchen in hopes of making yourself a cup of tea. Judging by the overall quietness of the house and the lack of clutter from a rushed pre-training breakfast, you knew Cassian and Azriel were likely still fast asleep.

You made your way towards one of the smaller sitting rooms, tea in one hand and your latest read in the other, opting for one of the armchairs closest to the fireplace with a view of the sprawling city below.

You tried not to let yourself think about last night, about what Cassian has said in his drunken state, but his words kept bouncing around your head.

So deep in thought, you had completely lost track of time and of your surroundings but the sound of someone clearing their throat behind you made you jump.

You turned around and found Cassian leaning against the doorframe, the dark circles under his eyes and his slight blinking as he came into the bright room was a telltale sign that he had seen better days.

You watched him, not quite sure what to say, or if you should even mention what he had said.

“Y/N,” Cassian’s voice was still heavy with sleep, and you tried desperately to not let it distract you as you sat up a bit straighter, waiting for him to continue. “About last night, can we talk?”

#cassian x reader #cassian acotar #cassian x y/n #cassian x you #cassian imagine #acotar #acofas #acomaf #acosf #acowar #a court of thorns and roses #Marley writes

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friendly-neighborhood-furry · 2 months

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sometimes the state of the world makes me want to go outside and scream as loud as i can for help. sometimes it makes me want to crawl deep into a hole and never come back out again. sometimes it makes me want to fall to my knees and sob uncontrollably. sometimes it seems so hopeless that i cant see any better alternative other than just disappearing.

so much evil and destruction and suffering-- and for what?

what is it all for?

for the latest popular billionare to take a 13 minute flight? for the newest remake of a movie that changed my life to get turned into mindless sludge? for a never-before-seen species of animal to be discovered, then pronounced extinct the very next week? for millions of people to go broke for having cancer?

i tell my mother that i wont be able to afford a house. she says "no, you will." i tell my counselor that my government wants to kill me. she says "that's not true." i tell my teachers i don't see a point in doing well in school because i wont be able to get a job anyway, even if i have a college degree. they tell me "no, you'll get a job. school is still important." i email my senators begging them to stop funding the genocide in Palestine. i get a copy-pasted email back with a history lesson about why that wont happen. one million people died from COVID last Christmas and i'm the only one at my school still wearing a mask. my future as an artist was ripped from my hands in less than two years and pretty soon i wont be able to share anything about my art at all. i'm half mexican, but everybody says i'm "too white" to be a "real mexican". its been four years and i'm nowhere closer to understanding my gender identity than i was at the start. tumblr has been my only safe space for three years and now that KOSA might pass this week, where will i go?

and all the while, through all of this conflict-- people are still falling in love for the first time and rescuing kittens off the street and watching their children take their first steps and getting married and making fun little indie games and building elaborate cosplays of their favorite character and making the most heart-touchingly beautiful pieces of art you've ever seen and meeting lifelong friends and cooking amazingly delicious food and playing children's games and weaving baskets from pine needles and taking care of livestock and collecting little knick-knacks and having the best day of their lives and writing their first line of code and learning to play instruments and hatching baby birds and posting a 100K word thesis about a show they really like and uploading song covers for 19 people on Youtube to listen to and pushing the boundaries of what science can accomplish and discussing moral philosophies in the comment section of a Reddit post and feeling truly seen in the eyes of another human being for the first time in their lives and growing old surrounded by the people they love.

the future is uncertain, but the world will go on. the winds will still blow and the tides will still flow. people will continue to find joy in this hell and fight for it with everything they have.

so don't give up.

"don't give up," i tell myself.

"don't give up," i tell you.

"don't give up," i scream into the sky.

there is always something to keep going for. if you cannot find it in yourself, find it in others. find it in the people in your life and the people you see online. find it in the good of humanity you know to exist.

find it. keep fighting. don't give up.

#at the end of it all i do consider myself a poet #if this reaches even one person #and gives them the strength to keep going #i would consider it a success #tomothy rambles #serious post #gen z #capitalism #climate change #palestine #free palestine #lgbtqia+#queer #trans #vent #mental health #anxiety #depression

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ladylooch · 10 months

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Hiii! How about recently starting a relationship with Nico before the summer break, and obviously not traveling back home with him since it is far too early to meet the family. But now he is back in the States with his entire family and they are dying to meet you but you are still a little apprehensive about it all. 😊

Nico's New Girlfriend

A/N: Ooo I hate how long this took. So sorry, anon! Thank you for your patience 😘

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: None!

Nico is barely awake on the phone screen in your hand. You are both watching the final episode of Ted Lasso together via FaceTime while he is back home in Switzerland- 3,900 miles away, not that you’re counting. His eyes are droopy, long lashes extending out to dust along his cheek bones. He promised if you two watched a show together, he would be able to stay awake longer. Poor thing has been training so hard. His eyes were sluggish when the opening credits began.

“Nico. You should go to sleep.” You say, startling him back awake.

“I’m not sleepy.” He mumbles back, widening his eyes and looking back at his TV.

“You are. And you need to be up early for your Nashville flight.” Nico sighs, running a hand through his hair as he sits up, clicking the TV off.

“It’s hard knowing I’m going to be flying over you and not seeing you.” He grumbles. Nico invited you to attend the NHL awards with him this week, but it all felt too soon. You both discussed it at length. But your apprehension won. This is so new and meeting his whole family on a massive, public scale while being photographed with him felt like too much. How would you live with those pictures out there forever if things were to end? You shiver again at the uncomfortable thought of losing him.

“I know. I’m sorry.” You bite at your fingernail regretfully.

“It’s okay. I want you to be comfortable. Maybe by Christmas.”

“Definitely by Christmas.”

“Good, Nina makes the best hot chocolate with whipped cream and nutmeg on top.” Nico sighs as he remembers it. “I can’t wait to share you with them. You should know they have been asking about you. They told me I should beg you to reconsider.” You pout at him, loving the way his eye crinkle in the corners with his small smile.

After many more attempts to get Nico off the phone, he finally agrees to go to bed. You go about the rest of your day in the afternoon, doing some shopping and preparing for the week ahead at work. You fight off the Sunday scares by going to bed early.

That night, while you’re sleeping, a Hischier you haven’t met drops into your Instagram DMs.

Hi Y/N, it’s Nina, Nico’s sister. I am sorry to introduce myself so abruptly, but… I think you need to know how sad Nico is that you are not joining us in Nashville. He won’t say anything to you because he does not want to put pressure on you. But he wants you there. He feels his success this year was because of your support. He wishes to share it with you, whether he wins or not. Please reconsider! I’ll help with whatever I can!

You smile, biting your lip at hearing from Nina. Nico loves her. And talks of her often. He is convinced you two will be best friends. To hear from her with such a heartfelt and honest confession does something to your reservations. It cancels most of them from your brain and before you even know what you’re doing, you’re booking a last minute flight to Nashville. The price and fees are outrages and the flight time is shit, but damn, Nico is worth it.

It takes assistance from one of the WAGS to get in touch with a Devils’ employee who can assist with getting you close to Nico for the surprise. The NHL Awards are sure to be locked down with security and you need to be sure you can see him. You suit up into a simple black dress that isn’t eye catching, but fancy enough that you can walk into the arena with him. Your pass is tucked safely in your clutch to avoid being stolen. Your hair falls in curled tendrils down your shoulders and a pair of strappy sandals help give you some heigh to push your way through the crowd. Once you’re at the fencing, your fingers fiddle with the picture of Nico in your hands for him to sign.

The Devils nominees all arrive together. You smile, watching as Nico awkwardly navigates around, showing his suit, doing interviews, and shifting around from foot to foot at all the attention. Fans scream his name from every direction. His family searches the crowd for you while Nico tends to his captaincy duties. Fans line the bike rack all around you. They press you further up against the rack as other players walk by, signing and posing for pictures. They can grab whatever they want from these other players. You only care about one.

Nico gets closer, nibbling his lip and signing every thing thrusted in front of his face. He’s so gracious with fans, even when he doesn’t want to be.

“They deserve the best from me.” He told you once before when you were stopped multiple times while out at dinner. He had offered to say no to these interactions when you were together, but you loved watching Nico in this setting. The way he takes time to ask follow up questions and makes sure the picture turned out right or giving hugs when asked.

And that’s how you know he will come to you without any effort on your part.

You don’t say anything as he gets to the kid right next to you. He barely is looking up anymore, just trying to sign as many things as he can before the NHL representative pushes him into the arena. He reaches for the picture in your hands as his family stops behind him to watch you two. Nina makes eye contact with you excitedly while pulling up her phone to film the interaction.

“Do you think I could have a picture?” You wonder, leaning a bit more forward. Nico snaps up at the sound of your voice. He grins, electricity jolting through you at being the recipient of that awestruck look.

“Babe…” He is in disbelief but smiling so wide his dimples pinch perfect slits into his cheeks. “What?”

“Surprise!”

He can only stare back at you. His hand is paused with the picture between you, marker hovering. Fans call out his name insistently, but he can’t pull his eyes off of you. You step onto the bike rack, reaching out for him to move closer. He does wrapping his arms around your waist as the security guard is getting ready to yell at you.

He buries his face into the nook of your neck. You press your nose into his hair, closing your eyes to ignore the hundreds of cameras taking pictures of you. Those pictures are posted on social media stories across a handful of platforms. It won’t take long for the fans to find you. What scared the shit out of you a week ago now gives new life as you realize why Nico wanted you here so bad. Its so obvious in the way he holds you and cradles your face when he pulls away to kiss you.

Nico Hischier is in love with you.

“I can’t… tell you what this means to me.”

“You don’t have to… Nina did.” Nico sighs, looking over his shoulder at his sister. He leans back down to hug you again, murmuring that he still isn’t quite sure this is real.

You make eye contact with Nico’s family over his shoulder. The four of them watch their beloved boy crumble into soothing contentment with his new girlfriend. Nico knows he should let you go, but he can’t yet. You feel like home even though he just left home.

His family, the people he adores and honors every moment of his life, know exactly why Nico feels so content now.

They could see it in the way he talked about you so far this summer. It’s why Nina reached out and Jack smirks as he walks around you two to continue to sign autographs.

You’re the one. Indisputably. And now the rest of the world knows it too.

#nico hischier blurb #Nico Hischer x reader #nico hischier fic #hockey writing #my writing #nhl fan fiction #writing request #new jersey devils

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Flight of the Night | Chapter 5

A/N: Enjoy the last part of this scene.

Word count: 1.3K

“What’s your story, then?” Cassian says with a jerk of his chin in Feyre’s direction.

She straightens. “I was born to a wealthy merchant family, with two older sisters and parents who only cared about their money and social standing. My mother died when I was eight; my father lost his fortune years later. He sold everything to pay off his debts, moved us into a hovel, and didn’t bother to find work while he let us slowly starve for years. I was fourteen when the last of the money ran out, along with the food. He wouldn’t work—couldn’t, because the debtors came and shattered his leg in front of us. So I went into the forest and taught myself to hunt. And I kept us all alive, if not near starvation at times, for five years. Until…everything happened.”

I sit back in my seat, letting the words sink in. She was so young, younger than I was while enduring a vaguely similar situation. Teaching herself to survive. A new-found respect for this young fae finds its way into my mind, she already had my respect after what I heard from Rhys, but this…she has earned our respect twice-over.

“You taught yourself to hunt. What about to fight?” Cassian breaks the silence as he braces his hands on the table. “Lucky for you, you’ve just found yourself a teacher.”

A small smile graces my lips. Cassian might be a born leader, but he’s such a passionate teacher as well. He’d do good teaching more than the odd apprentice once in a few hundred years.

“You don’t think it sends a bad message if people see me learning to fight—using weapons?” I almost scoff at Feyre’s words. Damn the Spring Court and their old ways of thinking. No female should be denied the chance to learn how to use her body to defend herself or others.

Mor’s voice is venomous enough to make me look at her. “Let me tell you two things. As someone who has perhaps been in your shoes before.” She continues as Feyre takes in the atmosphere in the room. “One, you have left the Spring Court. If that does not send a message, for good or bad, then your training will not, either. Two,” a flat hand is placed on the table, “I once lived in a place where the opinion of others mattered. It suffocated me, nearly broke me. So you’ll understand me, Feyre, when I say that I know what you feel, and I know what they tried to do to you, and that with enough courage, you can say to hell with a reputation.” Feyre’s eyes lift to mine as I nod at her. She needs to understand that no one will judge here, we all have our pasts, and we will all heal. “You do what you love, what you need.”

I see her consider, the way her eyes move away from Mor’s to stare at the table. Gears turning in that pretty little head of hers. She lifts her gaze to Cassian’s, “I’ll think about it.”

“Let me know if you need some help, oh mighty warrior.” I wink at Cassian, but it is Azriel that responds.

“No novice wants your help in combat, Lyss, you are brutal.” I pout at the statement, even more so as Cassian nods in agreement.

My hand raises to my heart, and a grin starts cracking through my innocent facade. “You wound me, Az.”

Feyre suddenly states to Rhys, “I accept your offer—to work with you. To earn my keep. And help with Hybern in whatever way I can.”

I raise my eyebrows in surprise, where did this come from?

“Good,” he merely replies. “Because we start tomorrow.”

I raise my eyebrows, while Feyre sputters. “Where? And what?”

Rhys interlaces his fingers and I recognise the more formal stature, we’re talking business now. “Because the King of Hybern is indeed about to launch a war, and he wants to resurrect Jurian to do it.”

My gaze snaps to Azriel, seeing him observing a very still Amren. When? When has he figured this out?

“Bullshit,” Cassian spits. “There’s no way to do that.”

Mor groans, “Why would the king want to resurrect Jurian? He was so odious. All he liked to do was talk about himself.”

“That’s what I want to find out,” Rhysand says in return. “And how the king plans to do it.”

“Word will have reached him about Feyre’s Making. He knows it’s possible for the dead to be remade.” Amren contributes her thoughts.

“All seven High Lords would have to agree to that,” Mor counters. “There’s not a chance it happens.”

“If there’s one way, there is bound to be another way.” I say in response.

Mor continues after nodding at me, “All the slaughtering—the massacres at temples. You think it’s tied to this?”

“I know it’s tied to this. I didn’t want to tell you until I knew for certain. But Azriel confirmed that they’d raided the memorial in Sangravah three days ago. They’re looking for something—or found it.” Azriel nods in confirmation and shrugs at Mor when she looks at him.

“That—that’s why the ring and the finger bone vanished after Amarantha died. For this. But who…” Feyre breathes out. “They never caught the Attor, did they?” I shiver at the dread in her voice, another creature she had to face while still human. I can almost feel her pain.

“No. No, they didn’t.” Rhys says quietly, as if not to scare her off. He turns to Amren, “How does one take an eye and a finger bone and make it into a man again? And how do we stop it?”

Amren frowns. “You already know how to find the answer. Go to the Prison. Talk to the Bone Carver.”

I suck in a breath and I hear Cassian and Mor utter in unison. “Shit.”

“Perhaps you would be more effective, Amren.” Rhys says calmly, cornering a beast.

Amren only hisses back, “I will not set foot in the Prison, Rhysand, and you know it. So go yourself, or send one of these dogs to do it for you.” Cassian grins back, earning a snap of Amren teeth in return.

Azriel shakes his head at the two. “I’ll go with Lyssa. The Prison sentries know me—what I am. And he likes Lyssa’s gifts.” I clench my teeth as he avoids my gaze, he knows I don’t like being volunteered for something I don’t trust. And the Bone Carver it ranked quite high on that list.

“If anyone’s going to the Prison,” Rhys says before I can deny Azriel’s proposal, “it’s me. And Feyre.”

“What?” Mor demands, hitting her palms flat on the table, leaning her weight on them.

“He won’t talk to Rhys,” Amren says to us, “or to Azriel. Or to any of us. He might like the gifts Lyssa leaves him, but we’ve got nothing to offer him. An immortal with a mortal soul however…” She stares at Feyre. “The Bone Carver might be willing indeed to talk to her.”

All of our gazes turn to the young immortal in question, assessing her next move.

“Your choice, Feyre” Rhys says casually. And I believe him, if she says no, we’ll find another way. We will all try.

“How bad can it be?” Her response shows she has no idea what she’s up against in this immortal world.

“Bad,” Cassian only says.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 6 months

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AITA for going to an out of state event rather than helping my older brother with moving my injured mom to a new apartment?

(rather than listing specifics just know everyone involved is an adult with their own living spaces and lives) A few weeks ago my mom injured her knee at work and has to wear a knee brace. As soon as I heard I made the 2 hour drive to go help her at the hospital and drive her back to her apartment. Her current apartment is up 3 flights of stairs (no elevator). I couldn't stay longer than that as I had work, so my oldest brother drove 4 hours to stay with her for three days. I came back on the last day he was there to get her dog, and have been watching her dog since. It's apt to be a 4-6 month recovery period, and my mom wanted to live closer to me and my other older brother anyways, so she decided to find a new ground level apartment and is moving.

There was a large event over the weekend that I've been planning to go to since well before her injury. The Wednesday after the event was the move-in day, and I was back Sunday at 3am and was planning on helping her move Tuesday and Wednesday. She was aware of this and excited for me. So, I went to my event a few states away, had a great deal of fun. Over the weekend while I was at my event, my brother made the trip to help pack and make a couple trips back and forth between the new and old apartment (4 hours there and back) It was around 14 hours worth of driving for him. I was never asked to assist with this, I didn't actually even know he was making the trip down and assumed my mom was just going to have the movers and I help her on Wednesday.

When I got back and chatted a bit in the family group chat, I was surprised by how much work my brother did over the weekend. I called to check in on him and thank him for his help. While we were chatting, he mentioned it was better that I wasn't there, it was too crowded. I took this at face value. I asked him how it went and gave him the opportunity to vent. I started talking about my show, what a great deal of fun it was and how happy I was that I went- it was for something I'm really passionate about! Thinking back, it may have sounded like I was boasting, I wasn't meaning to.

He suddenly got irritated and said he was put off by me going, went on to say it bothered him that I was complaining about my mom's dog in the family chat so much- the dog is VERY annoying, whines and barks frequently, her presence has prevented me from letting my pigeon have quality time out of her cage because the dog whines when kenneled. It wasn't constant complaining, more humored things along the lines of, "just 7 more days of this awful beast," and send a picture of the dog doing nothing in particular, or "why is she like this?" and a video of her staring at me and making weird dog noises. My family is all aware of the fact that I don't like dogs, but I was willing to put up with my mom's dog of course. I didn't think I needed to be happy about it. This is mostly unrelated but he did bring it up as a point.

Anyways, my brother said I was doing the bare minimum and selfish. I stood my ground and said I did not regret going to the event, I was happy I did it and had planned to months in advance. I suppose I could've apologized for seeming like I was boasting, but frankly that wasn't my intent- I was just happy about an experience I had. He did try to change the subject, but I think I must have said something along the lines of, "I'm not going to apologize for doing something for myself." I should have brought up the fact that our mom did not once ask me to come help over the weekend, just during the week.

Instead, he got mad and abruptly said he'd talk to me later, I started to say, "oh, okay, I love you," and he hung up...which really upset me. I cried afterwards and my other brother had to console me because I took it very personally. We always say I love you and never fight, we bicker from time to time but not about, like, real stuff.

I know I shouldn't have talked so much about how good my weekend was when he spent his driving back and forth, on top of that when he got home he discovered something was wrong with his car (my mom already told him his car is ancient and she would help cosign to get a new one), so I understand why he was upset and I do understand that he was in the wrong for being a dick about not saying I love you back...however, I can't tell if I should have come help move things even though I wasn't asked to. Is that something I should have just offered to do even though I'm helping during the actual move? Was I the asshole for talking about my fun thing after he did something laborious?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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lovelaughsimp · 3 months

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ʷʰᵃᵗ ⁱᶠ ⁱ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ? ʷʰᵃᵗ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱˡˡ? ☕︎

Tags:

bad mental health, low confidence, mention of suicide,sweet Gojo, Gojo being supportive,crying, comfort

Pairing:

Gojo Satoru x Reader

Summary:

Your exam is drawing near and your mental health is deteriorating, Your boyfriend noticed.

You had been ignoring him, your anxiety making you feel dissociate from everything. Horror filling your heart every few minutes, sadness and agony filling you whenever you think about the the negative outcome. Satoru could notice how your behaviour had shifted, from being your lovely self to something who was getting killed inside. Just like a flower– his precious flower, you were withering away. He wasn't dumb, even though he jokes alot, he knows. The way you were lost in thoughts, the way you were always biting your nails, the way you couldn't focus on what he was saying, the way you couldn't even eat anything, the way your mood would always shift, the way you couldn't even have a good hygiene, he noticed all that.

People think he's always joking, but even then he can notice, he noticed everything. Everything about you. You tried not to show your sadness—letting it eats you away from the inside, always taking all your burdens by yourself, always comforting other's but never getting comforted. Even if his six eyes were telling him that you are okay, his soul knows otherwise. "Princess, are you alright?" Satoru murmured softly, his hand grabbing your hand, looking lovingly at you. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why do you ask?" You smiled forcefully, even if your smile was wide his heart knew otherwise, he knew the twinkle in your eyes when you were genuinely laughing. He sighed, his hands drawing comforting circles on your fingers, "You know you don't have to hide your pain from me, I can see that you are hurting. So, tell me what's bothering you, my love?" He looked at you, seriously. He knew it was serious, the way you were losing your shine, the way his star was falling away. "' 'Toru it's really nothing, don't worry. It's not a big thing. Just me being moody I suppose." You laughed, looking at him trying to let him know that he need not worry, but how could he not when you are his life. "It is a big enough thing, if it's hurting you. If it's making you lose yourself, then it's a pretty serious thing. Everything that bothers you is a big thing, baby." he squeezed your hands lovingly, fingers tracing the tip of your fingers, as if urging you to tell what was bothering you— his beloved.

" 'Toru, I don't know. I j-just can't understand anything. It's making me feel so much, it's like my heart is always on fight and flight mode, I am always feeling anxious. Hell, I can't even sleep because I keep getting nightmares about it." you told him, you told him everything. Your eyes getting teary, a pained expression on your face. Satoru looked at you, his face bearing a sad expression, his heart was breaking up seeing his sun so sad. It's as if his sun is no longer shining. "Shhhh. Baby, I'm here. Tell me what's it about. I'll listen, I promise. I won't judge." His fingers reaching the underside of your eyes, touching your dark circles,"let it all out, sweetheart. It will help" his hands tracing your eye bags, his face still in sorrow."What have you done to yourself, baby. I promised to protect you, to hear you, to bear your sorrow on myself. I want to carry both your sorrows and happiness. How's that you are always comforting me, but never letting me do the same?it hurts to see you sad." His eyes gloomy, looking at you, your state, he wanted to hold you in every phase of your life. He wanted to make you feel happy.

A sob escaped your lips, looking down at your lap, your fingers fidgeting with each other, "My exam is coming but I can't focus on my studying, I can't do anything. Whenever I try to study, my heart starts beating like crazy, and when I don't study it still beats like crazy. I cannot focus on anything at all. Everything feels like a blurry vision, days are moving so fast. I have so much to learn, so much to do...and all these self doubts." Satoru was shocked, he knew your exam was coming and how much that exam mattered to you, but seeing this, that, that exam was hurting you so much, his heart felt heavy. He has never seen you so unhappy, his heart was breaking. How could his love be in so much pain and yet he didn't know? He felt guilty of not knowing before.

" hey, listen! I know you think it's too much for you, I know how much it hurts you, I know you feel like you are stuck in a cycle with no end. But trust me, you will get over it. You will." Satoru looked that you were hiding your face from him, looking downwards. "Hey, look at me sweetheart. " His fingers tucked under your chin, facing your face towards his eyes. His eyes looking like the sky, the sky you wanted to reach desperately from your pit of darkness. His gaze finding yours, as if trying to read your emotions. "Baby....my baby, why are you ruining yourself, my sweetheart. We will do this together. We will study together, should I stay with you and help you study, and it's just an exam how difficult it can be? I think you can slay the exam easily, exam should be scared of you not you baby, you are a demon slayer, you can go *slash slash* and win" Satoru tried to loosen by the environment, trying to act funny, to make you laugh.

"You do not understand Satoru, this exam means everything to me." You said bitterly, your emotions taking the best of you, making you be rude to him. He didn't mind, he knew you were mad, unhappy, stressed. His eyes teary from seeing you in so much pain. "I understand your everything, my love. I really do." He smiled, caressing your hair, his touch felt comforting, loving. For a second, you forgot about everything, eyes bursting in tears. He pulled you in a hug, his left hand caressing your back, while his right hand made way to back of your head, patting you. His hands cold, but yet you were feeling so warm. "Let it all out, baby. I'm here. Your 'toru is here. We will go to this together, your fights are not yours, but mine as well. Your pain is mine to share, mine to fight, mine to heal for. It all shall pass soon, my love. You will be alright." His words and hand comforting you, you were feeling loved. " 'Toru, I was so tensed, it felt so unbearing, it was to the point, I wanted to kill myself. The outcome scaring me, what if it doesn't work out? What if I'm not good enough? What if I am not made for this? What if I'm just a failure....what if you would leave me?" Your voice broke at the end, crying in his chest, letting all the sorrow flow in his shirt, as if your tears were reaching his heart. His eyes widened in shock,feeling a lump in his throat, his breathing hitched, you wanted to die? You wanted to end yourself? You, the person he loved the most in the world, the person he could follow everywhere, even to death wanted to kill yourself? The thought enough to make an unsettling sensation in his body, his arms visibly shaking around your body, his hug tightening, feeling nauseous at the thought of a world without you.

No, he needed to pull himself together, he needed to be strong for you. His hands pulled you back, looking into your eyes. "Look at me, baby. Please." He pleaded, his voice on the verge of shattering, he couldn't muster up any words, enough to make you feel heard. "Baby, you are going to study for it and you will succeed in it. I'll make sure of that. We will make sure of that. You are so smart, don't let your self-doubt tell you otherwise. You and I, we are literally the strongest together, you will win, baby. But even if, hypothetically speaking, even if, once in a million chance, you do not. We will try again. Okay? Cause you, my love, is so so strong, and hwo could you think, I would leave you for this reason? I could never leave you, baby. You are like a drug to me. Never even in my dreams I'll leave you. Don't you ever think about leaving me in this hell alone, baby. I promise I'll follow you everywhere, even death can't take us apart." He cupped your face, his lips kissing your tears away. His own eyes trying to hold the tears. He will do anything to make you feel happy. You will do it, he will make sure of that. He will do everything to protect you. He will do everything to make you feel loved.

Note: guys, I know alot of you are going through alot of difficult stuff in your life, even if everybody makes you feel that the thing that's bothering you is small, it is not. Your emotions are yours only and no one else can feel them. Don't you ever feel you are not loved, don't you ever belittle yourself. Even if you feel like you have noone by your side, you have God. You matter to him, your pain amd sufferings are his as well, he can feel for you, ask him and he will show you the path, that is why we have moon when darkness exist, a sign from nature that there will always be light, look for it. If you don't believe in God, then you have yourself. You shall be your own castle my love. Everything will pass and you will survive <3

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justcallmeanobsessor · 9 months

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-Unseen Stalker-

-Trigger Warnings: Non-Con, Sexual Content, Stalker, Yandere, Hinting at Death

-Pairing: Supernatrual Yandere x gn Reader

INTRO:

I am warped in warmth while I sleep in the arms of a faceless creature. Their hands caress my hips as they lay behind me, our legs tangled in a way where you can't tell where one of us starts and the other begins. They mold us together so tightly to ensure I can never leave their side, so I can never escape from them.

I had recently moved to a small town with little to no plan and with almost nothing but the house that was now in my name. So here I stood looking up at the tall wooden structure with a less than friendly appearance, trying to convince myself to step inside. As I continuously sike myself out of stepping into my new humble abode of a murder house, It starts to rain ‘how classic’ I say out loud, less than amused. And as if the world was offended by my sarcastic remark, the drizzle of rain turned into a full blown storm in the matter of seconds.

With my clothes now soaked, I ran into the death trap that I now call home, to find the few boxes of items I brought along, all piled in the foyer. The house was bigger than imagined with a grand stairway right in front of the main door and one larger door on each wall to the sides of me. The left leads to the kitchen and the right looks to be a living room with a clam glow of an orange light coming from it. The house looks decrepit with cobwebs everywhere and you can see the wall paper peeling off.

As I take one more look around I hear a creak of the floorboards coming from the living room, I freeze in place, flight or fight instincts kicking in. It felt like I stood there frozen in place for hours but was probably only a few seconds. The only thing shaking me out from my frozen state was my need to take a breath of air that I didn't even notice I was holding. Every ounce of my body told me to run and get the hell out of there but the sound of thunder behind me served as a warning to not leave and the feeling of something pulling me towards the growing warmth of the living room did nothing to help my need to escape from this fright fest of a house. ‘It was probably just the house settling.’ I brushed off but In my rationalization I failed to realize when my feet started to move on their own, leading me towards the doorway of the living room.

I seemed to gain control again when I was sitting on the dust covered couch in front of a fireplace that seemed to have lit itself. I was both in awe and completely petrified at how this could be possible. Did someone light it before my arrival? But then why didn't I see a light from outside?

Yet as more time passed the fire seemed to wash away my worries and the exhaustion of the long day of travel seemed to overtake me as I laid my head on the plush coach. In my half sleeping state the sight of a figure in front of me went unnoticed with my drowsy mind.

The next morning I awoke to a blanket covering me and the once burning fire had been put out. While trying to come up with an explanation for this, I had yet to realize that this was just the beginning of these strange encounters.

Overtime Things would be done without me doing them, like dishes and laundry, even coming down to a meal that was already prepared. I would also have little notes pop up, that were more than strange, most were compliments written in elegant cursive, then others looked frantic begging me to stay and how much they longed for me. I came to the conclusion that It was a stalker, especially when I had begun to lose items of mine, be it a toothbrush or a piece of clothing. To say I was creeped out was an understatement.

This went on for at least a month when I finally decided to call the cops who I found completely unhelpful. When they couldn't find anything they just brushed it off, cocking it up to teens making a prank and animals that found a way in the house, oh how wrong they were.

I have to say, now I entirely regret ever calling them, for the events that took place after was a nightmare brought to life.

The days after, I was bombarded with dozens of letters from the unknown stalker. The handwriting was crazed and forceful, like they were putting all their strength into writing each letter. All of them all had the message of a singular word that caused chills to run down my spine. MINE. To say I was scared shitless is an understatement.

After a while the notes turned into nightmares filled with the same voice repeating that word over and over again. MINE MINE MINE. Getting louder with every repetition. After a week of this I didn't try to stay in that house for any longer. I was afraid that if I did I would start to believe the unknown creatures' words, that maybe in some way I was thei- NO. I shook my head rapidly trying to clear it of these thoughts as I ran to my car as fast as possible, speeding out of the driveway and down the road but not without getting a glimpse of a tall figure standing in the window. I didn't stay any longer to investigate who or what that was because frankly I value my life and just staying in that house for as long as I did was an utterly stupid decision.

As I continued to freak the hell out and put together what was happening, I failed to notice the headlights that were coming right for me and with a screech of tires and the view of my car heading straight towards a tree, I fell unconscious as the same word echoed in the back of my mind. MINE MINE MINE.

WIth the cushion of my bed beneath me and the warmth that engulfed me, for a second I thought everything that had happened was just a bad dream that my mind made up from watching to many horror movies but through the sounds of my own breaths my hopeful thoughts were rudely interrupted by the growl of the very same words that caused my whole body to convulse and my brain to be put into panic mode, MINE. A baritone voice echoed into my ear with a breath of air fanning across my face as it spoke that one frightening word solidifying where I stand in this predicament, I have no choices, what I am and what I have belongs to them and only them.

This only becomes more real when I feel their rough hands move from around my middle to my hips, caressing me as if to calm my rapidly beating heart. YOU'RE MINE. They keep saying over and over again, like an echo in my mind. Their demonically enchanting voice does nothing to help my panic that seems to increase. I try to wiggle out of their grasp but to no avail. Instead they pull me back into them even harder, making my back flush against them, allowing me to feel their growing erection that rests between my thighs. I struggle even more, disgusted, unwanting of what I might be in for if I stay in the arms of this unknown being.

The next sound that comes from this makes me stop my struggles instantly. An unearthly groan of pure pleasure rips through the silence of the room as he pulls my hips closer to him, grinding his length into the crevice of my ass. I try to scream but my throat closes in on itself keeping any sounds from escaping. His hands slip down my hips into the waistband of my pants pulling it along with my underwear down to my mid thigh, leaving just enough room to gain access to my hole. My mind races, panicking on what is about to happen. As my eyes are blocked with my unshed tears, all my thoughts are pushed away by a fog coming over my mind when I feel his bare length rub against my thigh.

I gasp and look over my shoulder to see who my perpetrator is, but all I see is the empty bed beside me and yet I can still feel them there, I can still feel their hands caressing me, I can still feel their breath against me, and I can still feel the head of their dick sliding it’s way into my hole. I tried so hard to scream for help and now I'm trying even harder to not let out a single moan, I can not give them the satisfaction they want.

I'm stuck in place as I hear them groan loudly when they finally sheath themself fully inside of me. After a few seconds they begin to move into me, holding on to my hips to pull me back with every thrust making their cock sink deeper into me than I have ever thought possible. As they speed up their thrusts they angle themselves in a way that hits a spot that makes my efforts of holding back my voice go in vain as I let out a loud moan that echoes against the walls of the bedroom.

They chuckle breathlessly into my ear, amused at my fruitless struggles. After one moan it was impossible to stop the onslaught of sounds that came after almost putting porn stars to shame. I had gone from cursing this beast to begging them for more within seconds and this being did not hold back on giving me what I asked. Their thrusts had sped up to ungodly speeds and the force of them caused the bedframe to shake. I felt the coil of pleasure form in the pit of my stomach, that tightened with every calculated thrust they made. Soon they had me screaming beside them in a pile of sweat and tears trying to calm from the high they had brought me to.

they did not stop their onslaught of thrusts, even with my body that had become sensitive to the touch.

I begged them to stop when the pleasure soon turned into pain. All that they responded with was a grunt in acknowledgment yet still did not relent till they finally came with a few more thrusts letting out their warm fluid inside of me with a loud groan of pleasure. My face was covered in tears and snot. My body, spasming from the overstimulation. I hiccuped as their hands rubbed over my hips in a comforting manner. They refused to pull out of me, so they stayed there unmoving from their place within me. Pumping into me every so often. Even when I tried to move my hips away from them, they would pull me right back on to their cock. STAY. They grumbled, more as an order than a question. I stayed in that spot, sobs still raking through my body, knowing that against this unknown creature I have no chances of escape.

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the-ace-with-spades · 2 months

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Trying to make myself write like a monkey pilot and so random bits from worldbuilding of this fic that are only mention or not even included (this is trans Bradley fic, for people who have not read it, but some bits are universal - I'm sorry for the rambling)

Merlin has a flight school in Nevada - this is where Bradley gets his commercial pilot licence, not long after he starts medical transition. Merlin runs it with his second wife, Nandini, who was the original owner and main flight instructor. They met through Slider, who got his commercial through her school, and they got two kids and their daughter had a crush on Bradley everyone in their family holds against her any time they meet for family gatherings.

Slider, by the way, retired from the Navy the same year as Mav started on the path to become a test pilot, and got a commercial and then airline pilot licence. Mav makes fun of it constantly.

Jake and Bradley (then pre-transition) talked extensively about their future life together and in Jake's mind, it was a given they would get married and have kids eventually, they'd just wait for the right timing or until they were at certain ranks/positions. Bradley did want all of it, he just never thought/imagined how it'd actually look with him as wife/mother, only vaguely with Jake as a dad and his own image completely avoided (kinda hard to explain but it's like a very blurry picture where his own figure would be even blurrier).

Bradley still wants to get married and have kids. Once the whole wife/mom bit became husband/dad thing, he's no longer uncomfortable about the topic. He knows being pregnant would be difficult because society sucks but he's pretty sure he's at the stage of confidence when he can pull it off.

Jake's mom is the nightmare mother-in-law people joke about. For real. She is terrible to all of her kids' partners, but she is especially terrible to Bradley (pre and after transition) because Jake is her little miracle baby.

Coyote joined Jake's squadron just as Bradley left the Navy, which means he met Jake in the middle of a heartbreak and well, that's basically why he's not the biggest fan of Bradley (even if sometimes it shows in ugly ways).

Bradley and Jake also had very different mindsets about their relationship during the break-up period of six years. Bradley had been a bit in denial and tried to force himself to move quickly, thinking that ever being with Jake was impossible (or you know, a fantasy only possible in his head...). Jake up until he sees Bradley, now after transition, at the Hard Deck, thought they were like magically destinated to be together and they'd meet again at some point. He dated some girls, mostly on Coyote's insistence, but he never hit it off with any woman, liked to say he was 'ruined for life' for Bradley and never stopped believing they'd find each other again despite the years apart piling on.

Mav and Ice renewed their vows and had a second wedding after Ice went into remission. Bradley was the officiant, mostly because Ice and Mav had a massive fight about whose witness he should be.

This is implied ?? but Ice's cancer went in remission because I imagine Bradley being there and Mav being there more often because of Bradley meant Ice'd go to the doctor earlier than in canon and had better chances given it was at an earlier stage when it was found. You know, a butterfly effect and all that.

Bradley and Ice spent weeks after Bradley's top surgery playing DCS, most often in the F-14 sim with Bradley in the RIO seat, sometimes with Slider providing commentary. As stated in the fic, Slider is the one to pop the idea and install the whole thing. Ice and Mav often play while goes through his oncology treatment and Ice often uses his puppy eyes to make Mav play as the RIO (rather than have two planes and Jester AIs)

Jake has a strange view on gender, which isn't necessarily bad, but it can be disheartening to Bradley, especially at the beginning. It's almost as if he doesn't see people's gender but who the people are (kinda like similar to not seeing skin colours??) which can be great when you don't want to be perceived/treated by just gender (like Bradley pre-transition) but can be ignorant if you do (like Bradley after transition). He is also terrible with labels and doesn't really believe or use them.

(A bit nsfw/tmi ??) Bradley chose his preferred type of top surgery based on the desire to keep the sensation of his nipples (buttonhole has a higher probability of keeping the feeling), mostly because it was a really sensitive part of his body, but ended up not keeping the full sensation on one side, which is always a possible outcome with any top surgeries, and after a few more months on T realized that his chest isn't really that sensitive anymore anyway. It's probably one of the very few things he misses.

I'm absolutely ecstatic because readers picked up on it, but Jake's been so jealous of Mav the whole time the fic's been going on and it'll continue until he realizes who Mav is to Bradley actually. You can only imagine how horrified he is when he realizes how terrible of a first impression he made on Mav.

While Mav is not a fan of Jake, Ice is trying to be very neutral. Objectively, he's not the biggest fan of Jake either, mostly because he's never going to be a fan of any of his baby boy's partners, but he thinks Bradley is an adult and should be able to make his own decisions. He also knows that a lot of people would have told him Mav is no good for him and it's not true at all so he's trying to trust Bradley's judgment.

someone please make me write, i just stare at the open document and change words in already written dialogues

#(sif) lamp tag #tgm #hangster #trans bradley rooster bradshaw #idk what to tag here its a hangster fic with a side of icemav parenting (or vice versa)

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WIP - Chapter 2 of more than the world can contain

AO3 is down and I just finished a chapter of my new WIP so here's a teaser:

You tell me it ain't what it seems But baby, this is looking like a crime scene There's clothes thrown on the balcony And you smell like perfume out a magazine I'm throwing all your shit out of my window Telling you I wish that we had never spoke Baby, I already know Well, fight or flight, I'd rather die Than have to cry in front of you Fight or flight, I'd rather lie Than tell you I'm in love with you My eyes are welling up as you admit there's someone new It's my move, fight or flight

Fight or Flight - Conan Gray

Being Sherlock Holmes’s flatmate is... interesting, to say the least. The fact that a household - and our bodies - need groceries in order to function is beyond him. I provide food and stability, he provides body parts and flamboyance. He just sits on his armchair and points me to his credit card like a freakin sugar daddy (picking each other’s pockets must be the man’s love language) and when I return from the super market he lets me carry the bags upstairs without ever offering to help. As if that weren’t enough, I find him sitting lost deep in thought with his fingertips meeting under his chin, on my password protected laptop.

And yet, I stay.

Money is rough so I get a job at a surgery, quite effortlessly if I may say so myself. The doctor who interviews me is quite good looking, and I dare say flirtatious as well. Things seem to be looking up. Finally, something is happening to me.

I am lost deep into Moran’s case when John returns home, suggesting I hadn’t noticed he’d gone out. Of course I’d noticed, I notice everything. I simply found there is no point in stating the mundane, the meaningless. He went out, so what. Imagine if I start to comment on the man’s every action - the grocery shopping and the day job.

He’s gotten one. A day job. He announces his satisfaction by referring to it with a female pronoun. The dissonance catches my attention. Why would he feminize his job? Isn’t that a bit like people who give feminine names to their cars in order to establish the fact that they possess them? No, John isn’t like that. A person then, at the job. Pretty receptionist? No, it seems to be another doctor. I give no mind to that. Soon we’re standing in front of the billboard, cracking the code, and this is what it’s all about. The Work.

“Just formalities. Fingerprints, charge sheet, and I’ve got to be in magistrates’ court on Tuesday.”

“What?”

“Me, Sherlock! In court, on Tuesday! They’re giving me an ASBO!”

“Good, fine.”

“You wanna tell your little pal he’s welcome to go and own up anytime.”

I need a favour. SH

About time, brother mine. Have you finally decided to take up on my offer and visit my tailor? MH

Not really. Your tailor wants to have sex with me. SH

Astute observation, though he is far more skilled than yours. MH

Oh, so you have tested his skills. SH

I meant in his job. Unlike you, I have standards. MH

You get what you pay for, Sherlock. MH

John got an ASBO. He seems quite affected by it. SH

Will you be a dear? SH

I’m on it. MH

As long as you don't leave me alone at the next family dinner. MH

Fine. SH

Look at you. The things you'll do for John Watson. MH

It's endearing. MH

Shut up, Mycroft. SH

@gaylilsherlock @inevitably-johnlocked

#sherlock holmes #john watson #johnlock #bbc sherlock #johnlock fanfiction #fanfiction #johnlock fic #sherlock

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cainluvr69 · 6 months

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"In this World Adrift with You" Cain SSR Card Story - If I Could Support You

thank you to @/cainharem on twitter for the story raws!

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Cain: Haaaah! <Gladius Procella>!

Monster: Ghaaaah!!

Cain: Whew… There, finally done…!

Akira: Cain…! Are you okay? You're not hurt, are you?

After glancing around to make sure the coast was clear, I ran to Cain's side. He'd been fighting a outbreak of tiger-like monsters, spawned by the Calamity's influence. Normally this many would've required multiple wizards to contain.

Akira: (We were just supposed to do the preliminary investigation today… I hadn't been expecting there to be so many of them already.)

Seeing the current state of things, though, Cain had decided to take it upon himself to contain the outbreak all on his own so that the nearby town wouldn't get attacked overnight.

Cain: I'm just fine. Maybe a few scratches, that's all.

Akira: Thank goodness… I'm so sorry I couldn't do anything but watch. …I wish I was a wizard. Then at the very least I could protect myself, if I was just stronger… (Cain having to protect me and put down the monsters at the same time is just too much of a burden to put on him… I could at least spare him part of that…)

I couldn't bear to look at him, and cast my eyes downwards. But then I felt a large hand on the top of my head.

Cain: Don't worry about it, Master Sage. This is that whole keeping the right person in the right place thing. I'm suited for combat, and you're suited for other things. So it's fine if you let me or other people suited for it do the fighting, or anything else you're not good with… And in exchange, if we need help with something you're good at, you can pay us back then. That's fine, right?

Akira: Cain…

Cain: Well, I'm just repeating what someone else told me! So I'm not expecting you to move mountains for me or anything.

Akira: …Thank you. That does make me feel a bit better. (Rely on someone else when you need to, and let them rely on you in return. It's a wonderful way of approaching things.)

I must've looked like I felt better too, because Cain pulled his broom out of thin air with a bright grin on his face.

Cain: Well, let's start getting ourselves back. The sooner we report back about what happened with the monsters, the better.

Akira: Of course…but are you sure you'll be fine? You did use a lot of magic in that fight, so maybe you should rest for a little…

All of a sudden, my stomach growled.

Akira: S-sorry for making such a weird sound! And right then, too…!

Cain: Ahaha! No, I'm feeling pretty hungry, too. Let's try to make it back in a single flight, no breaks!

Akira: You were moving around a lot… Okay then. But if you don't feel up to it, be sure to tell me, alright?

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Akira: (I've heard that if a wizard uses too much of their magic, it'll show in their flying, but…) (Cain really does look like he's okay, and his broom isn't shaking, so I guess things really must be fine. Thank goodness…)

I sighed in relief, and recalled what we'd been talking about earlier. I stared at his back--completely straight, his posture perfect.

Akira: By the way, Cain, who told you about repaying things like that? I think it's a really great way of looking at things.

Cain: Oh, that was--

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Cain: It was the two Central witch sisters who taught me that one.

Akira: Central witch sisters… Do you mean the former Central Sage's wizards?

Cain: Yeah, I told you a bit about them before. They were a really lively pair who loved looking after others. I mean, they took good care of me even though I didn't know jack about anything when it came to magic. That was something they told me when I apologized one time for being such a bother. I still remember exactly what they said. "No need to apologize, or even say thank you. Just be sure you're there to support the people who need it when it's your turn to do the supporting."

Akira: Wow… They sound like they were both very reliable.

Cain: Yeah. At the time, all I could think was about how grateful I was to them… I've grown a lot since then, and now that there's more of us living at the manor, I think I understand what they meant a little better now.

Akira: By what it means to…support others when it's your turn to support them?

Cain: Yeah. Back in the knights, I was used to keeping pace with everyone around me and keeping them moving. Maybe it's weird for me to be saying this about myself, but… It's good to have someone like when there's a bunch of free-spirited people all living together, right?

Akira: Ahaha, but you're right about that. I often find myself relying on you, Cain.

Cain: Haha, I'm honored. …But that's exactly why I've been thinking that this is what they meant. It's my turn, now.

Cain looked back at me, a sincere and reliable smile on his face. Something occurred to me, though, while I was thinking about what he'd just said.

Akira: (But… Cain already cares so much about everyone living in the manor.) (And he always tries to help as much as he can with missions like the one were covered today and things on the Central political front.) (Shouldering as much he does with a smile on his face can't be easy. Isn't there anything I can do for him…?)

Cain: Oh, I can see the manor! We're almost there, Master Sage.

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We landed in the central courtyard, Cain's motions as steady as they always were.

Cain: Alright…here we are. Good work today, Master Sage.

Akira: Same to you, Cain. You did so much today. Be sure to really rest up--

Cain: Yeah-- …oof.

Cain had started to nod his head when all of a sudden, his knees began to give out from underneath him and he slowly slumped to the ground. His mismatched eyes were unfocused, staring blankly into space. His broom fell from his hand, clattering onto the stonework.

Akira: Cain?! Are you okay?! …I-I need to find someone…!

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Cain: …mmn. …Where…? When did I fall asleep…? Is it morning? (I don't remember getting into bed… The last thing I remember is coming back to the manor with Akira…) (Oh, right. I was so relieved that I'd gotten them back to the manor safe and sound that my mind suddenly went blank…) …Man, I've really done it this time. I guess that's what happens when you overuse your magic. (I really didn't mean to overdo it. But I guess I just couldn't keep hold of the last bit of my magic.) …I'm still barely a wizard at all…

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Cain: (I can't remember what happened after we got back to the manor.) But I feel like I can remember someone taking care of me in the night…? …! (The door just opened. Who is it? They're trying to hide the sound of their steps, but they're not the steps of someone who does that often.) (…Ahh. This presence belongs to…)

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Akira: (Is Cain still asleep? Well, I'll just change out the towel on his forehead for right now…)

Cain: Is that you, Master Sage?

Akira: Wah! I'm so sorry, did I wake you up?

Cain: No, I woke up just a little bit before you came in. Is this towel… Were you the one taking care of me last night?

Akira: Ah, yes. Figaro examined you too, but since my room is right next to yours, I took of everything after that. But, um, are you feeling better? Do you hurt anywhere, or anything like that? I don't really know what the symptoms of magical exhaustion look like, so…if there's anything at all, please tell me.

Cain: I'm just fine now. My head still feels a little heavy, but that only needs a little more rest to take care of.

Akira: Thank goodness… (It's not like I've ever had magic to exhaust in the first place, so I didn't know what he was going through… I was so worried… But he doesn't look pale or exhausted, so that's a relief.)

Cain: Thanks for worrying about me. And sorry for troubling you.

Akira: (…Ah.)

His perfectly sincere apology and words of thanks made me remember what he'd told me about yesterday.

Akira: …You don't need to thank me, Cain. If I'm relying on you, then I need to be there for you to rely on me too, right? Right now, it's my turn to support you.

Cain: …! …Haha, that's right. I was the one who told you that, even.

Cain scratched his head a little, and then smiled at me.

Cain: But please let me thank you. You took care of me all night, after all.

Akira: Of course I did. I mean, I tried to play it cool by saying it's my turn to support you now, but this is nothing compared to everything you do for me…

Cain: Oh, don't say that. You've really helped me out, and I'm more than happy with that. …I'll probably push myself without realizing and make trouble for you again. So when I do, can you support me again, like you did this time?

Akira: …! Yes, of course!

Cain doesn't let anyone else see when he's weak or hurting, so him asking to rely on me made me very, very happy.

Akira: Just tell me whenever you need anything. I want to do what I can for you too, Cain!

Cain: Thank you. I'll be relying on you.

We smiled at each other, and then we bumped our fists against each other's. The warmth I felt from him was as warm as my happiness was at being able to rely on him, too.

Sub Episode: Cain and the Door to the Past

Akira: I've heard that a door you can see the past through appeared on Borda Island's beach. But, speaking of the past, there was a memory I'd keep coming back to to keep myself calm when I'd first arrived in this world and had no idea what was going on.

Cain: Huh? What memory?

Akira: An adult I trusted reading a book to me.

Cain: Cute! That does sound like something you'd hold onto. I'd love to meet your friends in your own world if I ever get the chance to, somehow.

Akira: I'd love that, too. You're a cool and gallant knight, so I bet everyone would be surprised to meet you, but happy, too.

Cain: Good to hear! So people love knights in your world too!

Akira: Do you have any memories like that too, Cain? Like, one that makes you feel calm and happy when you're stressed…

Cain: Me? Um, maybe I do, but…

Akira: You're blushing? That's unusual.

Cain: I mean, first you go calling me a cool and gallant knight, and now you're asking me about what memories make me happy…

Akira: Should I not have? You called me cute first, you know.

Cain: You don't mind being called cute, though. Meanwhile, you ask me a question that's the complete opposite of what a gallant knight is supposed to be all about. A memory that calms me down, huh. I can't say I've ever thought about it, but I can't say I don't have one. It just…sort of feels like I'm peeking into the most vulnerable part of myself. I'll do my best…

Akira: (Cute… Normally Cain's so gallant and fearless, willing to face whatever comes his way…) (So maybe he's not used to thinking about how to protect himself.) (Maybe you can't keep warm, soothing memories at the front of your mind if you're supposed to be on the front lines of the battlefield.)

Cain: …

Akira: (Oh… His face got all serious.)

Cain: …Ahh, I know… I've also got memories of my mom or my favorite hat from when I was little coming to mind, but… I guess the memory I'd pick to keep myself steady would be the day I was given my title as a knight. This country has seen so many legendary heroes over the course of its history, and I was chosen to be one of its proud knights. Whenever I found myself lost or scared, remembering the fact that I was someone worthy of being called a knight let me keep moving forward. That memory is one I still keep close, even now. Despite the fact that I've been completely stripped of my title as knight.

Akira: Cain…

Cain: Oh, don't look at me like that. I'm perfectly proud of who I am now, too--one of the Sage's wizards given the honor of protecting you, Akira. If you ever find you can't sleep, then I'll read to you in place of that acquaintance of yours.

#.mhyktl #.cardtl #cain knightley #translating this made me feel absolutely sick in the head insane. thank you

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Amnesiac hero, amnesiac hero, amnesiac herooo

(pls)

The kindness of a stranger.

They should’ve never left the side of the stranger that found them.

“Back off!” Hero screamed, the ground shaking underneath their feet, uncontrolled and, to their teammates worry, starting to become a bigger problem than just a mild seism “Get away! Don’t get closer!”

One of the persons, the nameless people Hero could not recognize, stepped closer, all eyes darting to them, the ground cracking all the way to reach them. They lifted their hands in declaration of harmlessness, bowing their head to show vulnerability, to ease Hero from their flight or fight state.

“It’s okay Hero,” they said, voice calm even when their eyes flew between Hero and the ground, watching the cracks spread, the soil splitting open “we’re here to help you, we mean no harm.”

Their eyes were unfocused, blurry with unshed tears, their hands were held high, fists tightly closed and feet heavy on the ground, two trees had already fallen behind the group, no one had turned to watch them, the priority then, when the city laid so near and the quacking was quickly picking up in intensity, was to stop Hero’s power, everything else came second.

Hero shook their head, stare still fixed at the others “I don’t believe you, you…you’re pointing that gun, you want to…”

“It doesn’t mean any harm either,” the same person assured “but your power is quite destructive, we can’t let it get out of control.”

“Then get away! Leave me alone and I’ll, I’ll stop when you leave.”

“Hero, we…”

“Stop calling me that!” Hero screamed “I don’t know who that is, leave me alone, please.”

All the eyes were on them, pitying glances looking at them, concerned, worried, but Hero recognized none. Strangers stared, guns pointed to their chest, to their head, feet careful over the cracks, advancing instead of backing off.

Everything was too much, they wanted to be left alone, those people could not be safe, they could not, ready to attack them, ready to say anything to make Hero lower their guard, leave them vulnerable.

It was too loud all around, it was too bright, they did not know who they were, who the people around them were, where, when, who.

They needed to wait on the kind stranger.

Their hands were trembling, they were trapped. Trapped.

Hero lowered their fists, in a make-shift surrender, the ground stopped its quiaking, only a slight vibration left. As a warning.

“I’ll calm down, I’ll stop,” they said, promised “just leave, leave me alone and I’ll stop.”

“We can’t do that, you’re not safe here. Anyone could take advantage of you like this.”

“I can take care of myself,” Hero answered, “you can’t even get close to me!"

Another person in the group shook their head, slowly, lifting their palm towards them, eyeing one of the gunned men. It was an order, Hero could recognize, an order to shoot.

They were, indeed, not safe.

The quacking restarted, no control left to where the cracks and the opening spreaded, where the ground splitted and crumbled into deep holes, birds flew away in flocks when the trees began shaking, began tumbling side to side ready to detach their roots from the very ground and fall sideways.

Their head hurted so much.

A bullet missed them by little.

Danger, they meant danger.

A tree fell behind the group, then another, right beside them.

They wanted to hurt them, to take them away like the stranger had told them.

Hero could not breathe right.

Hero could not…

“Sweetheart?”

The ground splitted open, breaking a border between Hero and the people before them.

“Villain!” Hero called, cried as they ran towards the other, appearing through the thick foliage

Villain opened their arms, receiving Hero right into them, lowering them both to the ground.

“Are you okay? Who are these people?”

Hero nuzzled their head into the other’s chest.

The quacking stopped with their own trembling.

“I don’t know, they wanted to shoot me, they wanted to take me with them when I didn’t want to.”

Frown eyebrows met the playful gaze Villain gave, a mocking smirk over Hero’s shoulder “Well that simply cannot be, can it? Anyone could take advantage of you now that you’re vulnerable, they cannot mean good while pointing their weapons towards you.”

Hero nodded against Villain’s chest, their clothes already wet with tears.

“Then we should make them leave,” Villain whispered in their ear.

Slowly, Villain left with Hero held tight in their arms, no hurry was there to have, they could not reach them, at the other side of the crater the screams of Hero’s old teammates were too blurry, too far away for either to hear, for either to care, and when Villain began humming, all trace of noise outside them two, was silenced.

Villain had warned them, multiple times, what would happen if their requests were unfulfilled, and if they could get two birds with one stone: reaffirm the reach of their power, the seriousness of their role; and get their favourite of the bunch out of the battlefield before things turned truly violent, they would take that chance.

The look of betrayal and the deep fear towards their team now installed in Hero, as well as the established and growing trust they had towards Villain, was another gratifying side reward they dared not to throw away.

“Thank you,” Hero whispered, head laying in Villain’s lap as the fire crackled in the background.

“For what sweetheart?” Villain answered, tracing the shape of Hero’s nose bridge carefully “you did everything, you are so strong, kept them away from home.”

Hero lifted their arms, cupping Villain’s face “for everything, you were right, and I’m so grateful for all your help until I can figure out what happened to me.”

Villain hummed in acknowledgement, leaning down to kiss Hero’s forehead.

“I’m just glad you’re safe,” they answered “they can’t get you anymore.”

And Villain would make sure of that.

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Amnesiac hero, amnesiac hero.

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one rule | chapter two |

[rick grimes x original female character slowburn]

summary: the statewide evacuation is underway and it goes terribly wrong terribly fast. daphne and glenn undergo an impromptu rescue mission and soon their group of two becomes a group of 5.

note: twd-typical gore starts now. there's vivid descriptions and mentions of vomit among many other things. this will be the only warning from now on until we get into the sexual content of this book. but expect anything as gory as what you saw in the show and/or read in the comics. :)

"God, I fucking hate Atlanta."

"Daphne..."

I ignored him, pressing a hand against my forehead and squeezing my eyes shut to try to will the traffic we were currently stuck in away.

"In fact, I hate all big cities. New York, LA, Chicago..."

"What is—?" I peeked at Glenn to see him leaning forward, nearly smacking his head into the windshield.

I chose to complain without a care. "I could really stretch my legs right now..."

"Daphne!"

"What? What?" I glared at him through an eye. I quickly sat up when I saw the horrified look on his face. The fear of what I'd see up ahead paralyzed me for just a moment. I had never ever seen Glenn so terrified in his life.

"We need—" he started blindly reaching out for the door handle, pressing every button on the side door console. "Out. We need to get out right now!"

I whipped my head forward when the screams started and nothing could've prepared me for what I saw.

There was a crowd— no—herd— of people stumbling down the adjacent empty side of the freeway. Some of them were crossing the small median barriers that separated the lanes that led out of the city and the lanes leading towards it, where every single car in the state of Georgia crammed into.

From a distance, it looked just... odd. Then they started to get closer and I realized with a start what was causing Glenn to panic in a way I'd never seen.

These people were... dead.

Flesh hanging off their cheekbones and extremities... a horrid stench of death and rotten flesh that I could smell from a mile away... I instantly wanted to throw up.

I tuned back into my immediate surroundings and found that Glenn was still desperately grabbing at the door, eyes wildly looking at the chaos unfolding around us.

He was saying something— more like screaming something — but my hearing went into a strange state of white noise.

It was my body's fight or flight. The sort of survival instincts I'd never had to tap into before in my mundane life.

I slammed my whole hand on the driver's door console and in his panic, Glenn instantly re-locked the doors with his button. "Goddamnit, Glenn!"

"I'm sorry! I'm—"

"Let's go," I rushed out of the car and made it to Glenn's side in record speed. He was still struggling, halfway out the car, his hands reaching for whatever he could find useful in the car.

"We don't have time for this," I dragged him by the shirt and started running towards the woods adjacent to the highway, desperate to create some space between us and the dead.

A corpse lunged in front of me out of nowhere and a scream ripped through my throat. It tackled an older lady that was trying to grab something out of her car trunk just a few paces ahead of us.

I completely froze, the terror was icy cold and spreading from the tips of my fingers to the bottom of my feet. My stomach started turning painfully —

My arm nearly came off my body from how hard Glenn pulled me away.

We began running, sprinting faster than we had ever pushed ourselves before and I couldn’t even feel myself break a sweat.

The adrenaline pushed me farther and farther away until I was the one leading Glenn by the hand, tearing through the woods and never looking back.

The screams were louder than ever and I could faintly hear Glenn hyperventilating over the pounding in my ears.

I didn’t let go. I didn’t ease up.

We had to run.

It was only what felt like hours later (it had only been minutes really) that I skidded to a stop, no longer recognizing my surroundings. It was finally quiet, just a faint chorus of beeps and sirens from a distance away.

Glenn fell to the ground and instantly curled into a ball, his hands shielding his head as his back started shaking.

It felt like my heart soared up to my throat and I barely made it a few steps before throwing up everything I had eaten this morning.

My eyes stung, tears streaming down and mixing with the vomit. My nose was running and I was crying all at the same time. I threw up until there was nothing left in my system anymore, just dry heaving and a burning in my throat.

Glenn was still curled up on the ground.

I didn’t know how long we’d been sitting here in our state of shock; it could’ve well been over a half hour.

”You know,” I began hoarsely. “I was supposed to go on a date today.”

This made him look up, bloodshot eyes squinting at me as if he were trying to figure out if I’d truly reached my breaking point.

Maybe I had. Hell, everything I thought I knew about this world was flipped upside down.

As of this morning, there were two things I was absolutely certain of in this world — we, humans, are born and eventually we die. It was the natural order of things and there was no way around it. No do-over, no coming back— that was just it.

Now, now I was questioning my grip on reality and desperately holding on to anything I could remember from my life before this afternoon’s events.

There was life then, and there’s life now.

Maybe Glenn realized that too because as soon as the confusion crossed his face, it was gone and he was laughing.

”This is one hell of a way to stand someone up,” he said, sniffling. “At least you’ve got a valid excuse.”

“Yeah, true. Maybe he’ll be willing to reschedule.”

We don’t comment on the ridiculousness of that statement. It’s very clear to me that Shane might be dead.

”Who was it anyway?” Glenn asked, picking at the leaves under his hands.

I jolted at the sound of a branch snapping. An icy cold sensation gripped my throat and I snapped my head to look in that direction.

It was a squirrel.

”Uh - it was the flirty cop. You know, the one who asked what the best night of my life was like when we met and then - ”

”Then he told you he could give that to you. Yeah, girl, what the fuck?”

This was the first taste of normalcy since the highway.

”He - he’s not that much of an asshole anymore. I only agreed because he promised to take me to Ilio’s.”

”He knows about that place?”

”I told him yesterday morning and I guess he does have hearing for things other than sex.”

He snorted. “That’s some character development.”

”Surprised me too,” I said quietly.

It was silent for a few moments and I had to strain my ears to listen for the screams. They’d died down significantly.

We had to get out of here soon. Maybe go home, find a car if we could. Anything. Sitting here would surely end in our death - through starvation or otherwise.

”I was gonna quit today,” Glenn said suddenly.

I quirked an eyebrow. I stared over at my best friend and he stared back.

”You’re bullshitting,” I denied after a solid thirty seconds.

“I’m dead serious, Daph. I was thinking of becoming a cop, just like you,” he said with that proud bullshitting smile.

“Shut up. I’m not a cop,” I grimaced. “You know I would’ve never stepped foot in a precinct if it wasn’t required in my training.”

“So we hate cops but the flirty one’s alright?”

I rolled my eyes and sat down beside him.

“What about Griiiiimmmeeesss?”

“Oh shut the fuck up,” I shoved the annoying fucker aside, so hard that he landed on his side in the grass.

He fell over in giggles, knocking his hat into the ground and laughing even harder. I couldn’t help but laugh too. It felt bizarre after what we just experienced.

Glenn slowly recovered and it all went silent again.

”What made you say that anyway?” I glanced at him.

He shrugged. “Thought we were saying random things.”

I shook my head in amusement. We sat there for a few more minutes.

”What do we do?” I stared at the ground.

I saw Glenn turn to me from the corner of my eye. “I don’t know.”

”What do you think we should do?”

Glenn's idea ended up being 'borrowing' a car to drive back to our apartment and figure it out there. We'd both refused to go back to the highway and so with burning legs and dry mouths, we trekked through the woods until we eventually hit some concrete again. We stayed along the road, following whatever little signs we could find until we stumbled across an abandoned Jeep halfway on the road and halfway on the grass. It was still on, its windshield wipers moving and the lights turned on despite the bright sun out.

"Looks like there was a struggle here," I noted. We both stood at a good distance just in case.

"Which means we shouldn't linger around any longer than we need to," Glenn made a start for the vehicle. "I'm willing to bet one of those geeks are close by."

"Wait - " I followed after him quickly. "Grand theft auto?!"

"Does it even matter anymore? I don't see any law enforcement around here, do you?"

A nearby human-like growl was all the convincing I needed. Surprisingly, Glenn let me drive and I noticed his shaky hands resting on his lap as we sped down the deserted roads.

When we made it to the complex, it was just as empty as every other road we'd been on. There was some cars here and there but not a single soul in sight. They must've left as soon as the evacuation was announced. I cringed at the thought of our neighbors stuck on that highway from hell.

I ran my hands along the comforter on my bed, feeling the soft fabric between my fingers because something told me I wouldn't be back in a long time.

For a moment, our little apartment felt like the only safe haven left in the world. I wanted to stay, beg Glenn to help me barricade the doors, but it wasn't possible. The I-85 was too close to our town for comfort.

Between the two of us, we silently emptied our pantry into the trunk of the half open-door, half window-less Jeep. I tried to shove every knife I could find in the glove compartment, wishing I had more than just a handgun.

"We should stop the station," I thought out loud. "Maybe they'll let me grab some more ammo. We can warn them if they don't know yet."

Glenn nodded and we rushed to finish packing as much as we could fit. I was grabbing a pack of batteries when we heard the first gunshot.

Without hesitation, I threw myself to the ground, crouching behind the island as a vase behind me shattered.

"That's not good,” Glenn stated the obvious. He rushed on all fours and then grabbed me, running toward the front door without hesitation. The bullet had entered through our side window, one of the perks of having a corner unit. I barely had time to grab the keys of our stolen car.

I kept my head down, sprinting to the driver's side and twisting the key in the ignition.

Glass rained down from the apartment building, windows shattering as bullets entered them with precision. I realized with a start that this wasn't an accident.

"It's the military," said Glenn as soon as we safely sped away from our street.

"You saw it?"

"Yes, I saw it," he said exasperatedly. "They're shooting everyone down. Look!"

I did my best to look over at his phone and saw a shaky video of military soldiers raining down rounds on groups of people-- living civilians…

There was a military truck ahead, two lights away, so I turned the wheel into a sharp right. We were already halfway to the police station in the next town over - King County. Our only option was to try to speed through the town square; it was the only exit I knew and maybe I could've thought of more if I wasn't terrified of being shot in the head.

We raced closer to the town, going well over the speed limit and I was forced to slow down when I finally saw signs of civilization again - people running for their lives, thankfully, no children in sight until --

"That's - that's Shane! What the fuck?" I yelled over the wind, recognizing the back of my coworker as soon as I laid eyes on him.

"Who's Shane?!" Glenn yelled back.

I couldn't answer, not as I was staring straight ahead at a group of armed soldiers, aimed and locked on Shane and the two others that were with him.

My consciousness would never let me live if I didn't act fast. I pressed the gas straight into the floor and it felt exhilarating for half a moment. We began approaching the intersection with frightening speed.

I suddenly slammed the brakes and used whatever momentum I had to twist the car around. Right between the military and Shane's group.

Glenn made a desperate grab at the handle above beside him, screaming something along the lines of me being insane. Shane pulled himself off the ground, releasing Lori and Carl Grimes with a relieved smile.

“Yes, fuck yes!” He cheered as he opened the back door quickly. Carl and Lori climbed in first, breathing so quickly I feared one of them was hyperventilating.

“T-thank you,” Lori reached over and grasped me by the shoulder. Her hands were severely shaking. “Thank you.”

I squeezed her hand back, a bit shocked at the company. Shane came barreling in with a large KCPD duffel bag.

I managed to crack a joke. “I thought you were picking me up, Walsh?”

The soldiers kept yelling orders from the other side of the intersection and I realized they would start shooting again if I didn’t move now.

Shane leaned forward and grasped the side of my head with one hand, pulling my temple against his lips firmly, breathing into my hair like I was the best goddamn thing that had ever happened to him. I smiled, gripping the steering wheel and shifting into drive just as they raised their guns again.

Shane let me go quickly and the shooting started again. Lori screamed and I saw her pull Carl in close through the rearview mirror. I slammed my foot into the gas, adrenaline pumping through my blood and I remember feeling a sharp pinch in my left leg as I sent the car from 0 to about 100 MPH in record time.

“Where are we going? Daphne, where are we going?!” Glenn panicked from the passenger’s seat.

I wished I could answer him but the only thing my brain was allowing me to do was drive. Survival kicked in and I was doing everything I could to keep us alive.

“Ayala, listen to me. We gotta go in-land. It’s the only place they won’t find us, you hear me?” Shane asserted from behind Glenn. He grabbed me by the shoulder.

I saw an opening between the trees a few yards ahead and without warning, took a sharp left into the wild greenery.

Carl cursed. Lori didn’t seem to care.

It was only until Shane told me we were safe that I stopped on the edge of a cliff, the view of Atlanta in the distance, the endless traffic on the I-85 eerily silent now.

“Holy shit,” Glenn said. “Daphne, your leg.”

“What?” I asked absentmindedly.

I hadn’t bothered to check out that strange pinch until now. Before I could force my head to look down (it had gotten strangely heavier since I put the car in park), my door was opening and Shane was right there, crouching at my side. Lori and Carl had gotten out of the car, one of them crying. Or maybe both of them were— I wasn’t sure anymore.

I was all of a sudden dizzy.

My mind drifted off in a million different directions. Were we the only survivors? Was it just Atlanta and the surrounding cities? What the fuck was happening? What the fuck—

“Hey, Ayala.”

What the fuck —

“Look at me.”

What the fuck—

“Daphne!”

I looked back down at him with a newfound strength. My mind cleared enough to realize the situation.

Shane’s hands were covered in red, ripping at his undershirt and I felt the first sting of pain as the adrenaline wore off.

“Fuck,” I gasped, tempted to clutch onto my leg but he quickly pushed my hands away and began to wrap the fabric around the wound tightly.

“One of the bullets got you,” Shane grunted. “We’re lucky it’s just a graze. Any longer and you would’ve lost too much blood.”

Glenn pushed Shane aside as soon as he was done. When had he gotten out of the car?

He wrapped an arm around my torso and began to help me out of the vehicle.

“You crazy asshole. You can’t leave me like this,” said Glenn dramatically. We hobbled over to a nearby rock.

“I’m not going to die, Rhee,” I slurred.

Glenn looked at me. “You better not.”

“Nope,” I shook my finger. I think the blood loss was getting to me now and I distantly hoped if I passed out, I wouldn’t hit my head too hard.

“Here,” offered Lori as she walked over to us. I squinted my eyes, trying to focus on what Glenn had accepted from her hands.

“Thanks,” I said without knowing. I’m pretty she gave me a smile before walking back to her son.

Glenn thrusted the object in my face—

A go-gurt in all its glory.

”The kid grabbed everything that was in their fridge,” he pointed his thumb at the second duffle bag that laid next to Carl. “You need to eat something.”

I was too tired to argue. I slowly began to rip the top off and made eye contact with Shane.

”What’s up with him?” Glenn eyed him and sat beside me.

“I was supposed to go on that date with him,” I explained. My strength was slowly coming back.

Glenn looked at me and then back at Shane with wide eyes.

“Do you fucking know the definition of subtle?!” I whacked him on the arm, ducking closer to him so Shane couldn’t read my lips.

“He’s the flirty coworker?” Glenn whispered quite fucking loudly.

I rolled my eyes. “I need to stop telling you every little detail in my life. It’s really backfiring on me now.”

I didn’t mean it of course. Glenn was a part of me and me, him. We were pretty much each other’s first everything and we’ve been attached at the hip ever since we met.

”It’s just weird. How we all ended up together… ” I trailed off.

”You know them?” He looked over at Lori and Carl; she had her arms wrapped around her son, holding him close.

I smiled sadly. “Yeah, you can say that.”

“Daphne, I’m going to go scan the perimeter. See if I can find us some tents, shelter…” Shane looked over at Glenn. “You comin’ with?”

My first instinct was to protest. Glenn looked down at his arm, my hand clutching at it like a vice.

”Hey, I’ll be fine. We’ll be back before sundown, right?”

Shane looked between me, Glenn, and my hand. “Right.” He said stiffly.

To our luck, Shane and Glenn found a camping store within the last few hours of daylight.

I’d spent that time talking to Lori, skillfully avoiding the subject of her husband though I was dying to know what happened to him.

Was he alive? Did they evacuate the medical patients in time?

The not-knowing made me anxious… All in all, Lori Grimes was a really sweet woman, just a few years older than I was and easy to hold a conversation with. I imagined it would be even easier if the threat of death and gloom wasn’t hanging over our shoulders. That was another thing I was desperately trying to ignore, but I was failing horrendously.

Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was the corpse ripping apart that old lady’s torso on the highway, blood soaking the ground before my feet, intestines spilling like rope from her abdomen as she screamed in agony -

“Hey,” Lori put a hand on my knee. I jumped in fright. “We can’t get lost in our heads. Now now.”

She had an understanding look on her face. I wondered what she’d seen before Glenn and I found them in the town square.

I looked over at Carl and wondered the same thing; he was only a boy.

I squeezed Lori’s hand and gave her a shaky smile.

“They’re back!” Carl exclaimed. It was the first thing he said since the car ride.

I nearly cried in relief. My leg was still aching, the blood dried up on the fabric of my pants, so I couldn’t get up even if I tried.

Carl ran over to Shane with a smile. Glenn slammed the passenger door shut and came running over.

”How was it?” I asked quietly, keeping an eye on the police officer.

”Could’ve been worse,” he shrugged and I instantly knew Shane had been difficult. “We found some supplies though. A national park shop, it had tents, flashlights, we grabbed it all.”

The first bit of hope flooded through me. Maybe we would survive this. Wait it out until the military found some better way to control the virus.

”And this - ” Shane came out of nowhere, holding a bottle of vodka. I gave him an impressed look, nudging Glenn in excitement. If this was the end of the world, at least we could get wasted one last time.

" - this is gonna hurt," finished Shane. He was looking straight at my leg. My heart sank at the implication.

”Hey, at least we can drink it after, right?” Glenn cheered. “Be optimistic, man!”

I glared at him, clutching Shane’s shirt with pale knuckles as he crouched at my feet.

"Remind me to never get shot for one of you assholes ever again," I said through gritted teeth. Thankfully, Lori and Carl were distracted by the supplies. I wouldn't want them to think I was talking about them.

"I'm sure the pain will be reminder enough," Glenn smiled sympathetically.

Whatever witty response I had instantly died on my tongue at the first drop of vodka.

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