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offonesbase · 11 months

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6-16-23

I went to bed late last night, not because I was out with friends like I was supposed to be... I don't know why I couldn't sleep. Im usually asleep by 9. But last night I was awake and making pasta at 1130, frantically texting my partner, just wanting any form of company. Of course that's not the company I wanted. I wanted yours. As I clicked on a movie all I could think about was texting you. I know you don't like movies and I know I can't text you like that. I've never been able to. That's why I don't understand why I miss you so much in moments like those.

I wanted to text you, I didn't have anything to say. I Just wish I could ask you to come and be alone with me. This afternoon I asked if you were free hoping that maybe we could go and sit together somewhere, our headphones on, occasionally tapping one another on the shoulder to make a comment or suggest a song, reading, writing. Alone. Together. The way we used to. I've tried it with so many people, I try it everyday with my partner, and it never feels right. Always feels like there is someone invading my personal time and space. But not you. Never you. So when I wanted to write in the afternoon sun and you, as usual, weren't free, I cried. I cried while my car played songs about love and longing and belonging, all of em based on your listens- Spotify has that friends discover playlist and it blends all of my friends fave songs. I like listening to it so I can keep up w my pals interests. All those stupid Al Green songs had your picture next to them. And I cried even more because I know that when you listen to them you aren't thinking about me. Crying because I'm so dumb, waiting for you. Thinking of you in every single thing I hear and see. we haven't been friends for a year, but I still remember everything. I remember your skin, the flecks in your eyes, your birthday, your voice, the way your voice sounds- you singing in the car. All of it. I don't think these memories will fade. So much is lost everyday, I forget what I'm doing half the time but you're always there clear as day. I've loved you since the day I met you. Fuck I can't stop. I just wish I hadn't messed up the first time. I don't think I'll ever get a second chance and it hurts more than anything. And that's saying a lot.

I realized I'm a lot like my father. I run away when things get tough. I sabotage my own relationships. I don't really know why we do these things. I think maybe we just don't think we deserve it. Maybe you left me because you didn't think you were good enough to be a father. Maybe I'm leaving because I know I'm never going to be a good investment to you. If I leave then maybe I'll forget you and maybe then I'll feel some kind of peace but for now I'm gonna make like my dad and run away.

Now I don't know if father dearest also did this but I find myself making friends then one day getting a little too comfortable and I can't control the mask. I can't put it back on and I never talk to them again. Embarrassing.

I gotta stop this. Find some kind of positive mind set. One that isn't dreaming of a life I won't have.

It's almost 100pm and I'm still awake.

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spideyskrunkly · 2 years

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Hungry for Help (Ch2)

Characters: David Jeremiah Jones, Kailin Stanford, GPD, CC suspects

Relationships: June/Jones (complicated)

Warnings: Swearing, somebody got drunk from grief and is being a dumbass, mentions of starvation, someone crying

Kailin and Jones just wants to find the killer asap and get this over with.

"It's June we're talking about!" Kailin did hang out with June a few times to know he would never be a killer.

"He would kick ass. I'm not saying he'd kill someone though." Jones never wanted to see his partner kill someone. "Plus, I'm a little scared for him and I think that maybe he's not in the best condition... God, why did I leave him alone."

"You left him alone in his house?!"

"He said he wanted to be alone! He didn't even want me to be there for long."

"Fuck it, we might as well check on him. And I think we should have another look in the carwash..."

"Alright, I'll drop you off at the carwash and walk on on over to June's house. Thankfully, both places not that far."

"Sounds like a deal." And with that, the two left.

Jones and Kailin were off. Kailin went to the carwash as Jones went over to June's place.

Kailin looked through the office and found a board full of addresses. She searched for Sheng's address. "In the apartments? Could be helpful."

"Why hello, little fella! Mind telling me why you're in my office?"

Kailin looked behind her to find Jack. "I'm uh... Temporary Officer Kailin. I'm on the case about a Sheng Shiloh."

"Aw yeah, your friend came over here and I told him about the last time he was here."

Kailin thought hard. "What was your relationship with Sheng? Were you guys close?"

Jack answered with no hesitation. "He and I were pals. He only came here a month ago and we became full buddies! If it weren't for the system, I'd make him employee of the month... too bad that ain't never happening now."

"... Right. Well, I got his address so... have a nice day."

Jones made it to June's place in the apartment buildings and use the spare key he gave to him.

As he opened the door, he noticed the room was empty.

"June? I know thing are... pretty bad right now... but I need, NEED your help on this case. It's only just this case, don't worry. I promise, if you just answer my questions, I'll leave."

...No answer.

"...June?"

He walked in, hoping he was okay. Then he heard giggling from the bedroom.

"... June?"

He hurried into the bedroom, only to end up... embarrassed.

June was alright physically. Not with his emotional state though. Next to him were 2 bottles of strawberry wine and playboy magazines as he layed in bed reading one of them in his green shorts and blue tank top. Not only that, he seemed in a silly goofy mood.

Holy shit. He was drunk. Again.

"JUNE! WHAT THE HELL!" Jones couldn't help but feel,embarrassed for this idiot. Sure, his brother just died, but there could have been another way to go about this.

"David!!! I'm so *urp!* happy to see you! <3<3" June tossed the magazine to the side and stood up. Not straight enough, though. (Literally)

"Oh my fucking God, you are such a moron sometimes. I CAN'T EVEN INTERROGATE YOU NOW, DUMBASS!" Jones raced over to June as he was trying to balance. June looked up and down at Jones and said this:

"Can you handle my weak legs, David? Cuz I would have fallen for you if you didn't catch me..."

"Oh my God. June. You're clearly not in a state to even do anything. You're drunk."

"Baby, all these bottles and I still need a sip of you."

"BRO."

Little did Jones know, Kailin was watching this from the door of June's bedroom.

"WHAT IS GOING ON 💀"

"IT'S NOT LIKE THAT! HE'S DRUNK!"

"DRUNK IN LOVE FOR YOU, SWEETIE 😋"

"Lmao I gotta take a pic of this."

"NO! NO. NO. I- June. June. You're clearly not in the right mind to be interrogated, so I'm just... gonna have someone over and... keep watch over you."

"Best we could do-"

"NO! NO, DON'T LEAVE ME! DON'T LEAVE ME LIKE SHENG DID, PLEASE...." June embraced Jones and wanted to hug Kailin, but she was too far away. "Please, don't leave me like Sheng an- and Remise and Howie- Howard!" And mom and Calvin and- and... I don't know man, just please! Don't leave...." June started to cry as he held onto Jones.

Jones started to feel really bad as he remembered why June got drunk today. He held June in a warm embrace. "I just have to investigate your brother's murder, okay? But for right now, I'm gonna send someone over to watch you. We'll stay with you until they come."

June calmed down and looked at Jones with heartbreak and pain in his amber eyes. His scars madee him look more beau- sad. Just. Sad.

"Kailin, call Nathan to have him take care of June. I'm gonna try to get him to go to sleep."

Nathan stayed with June, who was sounded asleep from his headache and sadness. He didn't seem to have a problem with it anyway.

Jones and Kailin continued their investigation by heading to Sheng's apartment which, was far from June's place and from GPD.

They explained to the office why they were there and got free access anytime.

"So... wanna explain about uh..." Kailin was referring to what happened back at June's place.

"Sometimes he drinks because he's frustrated (mostly from work or Frincley) and then he goes in some lovey dovey mood because of how the taste of strawberry wine is. He usually would drink like one glass which was ABSOLUTELY POSITIVELY enough for him. But this case... may have hit him hard. And until he's sober, we're just gonna have to wait."

Kailin checked her photos as they entered Sheng's appartment. They looked around for clues. "Hey, old man, I found this bat w/ some blood! This might be what was used to hit Sheng!"

Jones turned to Kailin. "Ok, first of all, don't call me that, second of all, you should find some sample off of that. Here." Jones handed the sampler to Kailin. "And when you're done, hold onto that so that we can give it to Grace later. Meanwhile, I'm gonna search through this book, it seems to hold photos of when Sheng came to Grimsborough."

Jones looked through the pages.

June 21, 2014 - came to Grimsborough w my girlfriend !

"21st of last month. I'm really sorry, man."

June 23 - I got a temporary job here. The boss and I are good friends!

"So the boss was telling the truth." Kailin peeked over Jones's shoulder.

June 24 - woah! I see GPD and my brother's here ! Hi June!

"He would have loved to see you again..." Jones and Kailin felt bad. They continued the page.

June 26 - Quinn and I managed to earn the money to where it's enough for him to work at the park to sell ice cream! I really oughta visit him, he's a cool dude!

"Quinn? QUINN STAVES!" Kailin yelled loud enough to where she almost destroyed Jones's ear.

"Ay! Watch it! Do you know him?"

"Yeah! This guy sells ice cream everywhere at the park where Sheng was murdered! He might have seen something if he was there!"

"Then maybe we should go back to the park and see he's there."

"What about this book, what do we do with this?"

Jones looked at the book and thought. "We'll hang on to this till the end of the case. And then, we'll give it to June once this case is over."

After sending the blood sample to Grace, Jones and Kailin made it to the park and that's when Jones's phone started to ring. "Sorry, let me get this." He picks up and sees it's the chief. "Hello?"

"Jones! How could you let June find out about his brother's death?! I called Nathan asking where he was and said that the maniac's drunk and is asleep from the incident!"

"Calm down, Chief. We didn't think he'd find out. He must have been informed or may have eavesdropped."

"Well, harm is all done now. Did you guys find anything?! Leads, samples, anything?!"

"We sended a sample to Grace and we're actually about to talk to a suspect." Kailin spoke up for Jones. "Should be enough to help us."

"Well, get to it! Find the killer for June and Sheng!" He hung up.

Kailin managed to spot the ice cream man at the park. He had green eyes, shaved brown hair and freckles coming out of his face. "Ay, Quinn Staves! Don't move, we have questions for you!"

Quinn looked up from his cart and spotted the two officers heading towards him. "Hello! Would you guys like some ice cream! We have mango, strawberry, coconut, mint, bubblegum and cotton candy! Sorry, I don't really have watermelon right now. But I'm working on bringing it back!"

"Dang it." Kailin whispered under her breath. "I'll just have the cotton candy mixed with bubblegum." She pulled out her wallet.

Jones was more focused on the case. "We're here because a man was left to die here yesterday night. Have you seen anything, recently."

"Not really. I'm more focused on my business than what's going on around me. Here you go, young lady, that will be $2.50." He handed the ice cream to Kailin.

"Well, Sheng would have loved to see your business grow."

"SHENG'S DEAD?! SHENG SHILOH?! Man... he and I were two pals in a pea. I used to work at the carwash with him. He and I would support eachother."

"His boss seemed to have favored him more. Did jealousy get to you?"

"Jealous? I supported my man if anything! He was the best guy around. Sure, his girlfriend and him had their ups and downs, but I wouldn't blame him. She's been reading playboys and drinking wine lately. Obviously a whore."

"Sure, maybe we'll... not call her that. But thanks anyway." With that, Jones and Kailin left.

As they headed back to GPD to wait for Grace, Jones had more thoughts racing. "I feel like maybe we'll have to question his girlfriend at some point. She seems to really have had a complicated relationship with Sheng."

"Maybe. But right now, we should head on back. ...Is June gonna be okay? As much as it was funny to watch him drunk, it's really sad."

"Oh, now you're worried about him?" Jones said with a teasing smirk. "I thought before you said 'No! I'm never getting attached to anyone here! Bleh!'"

"Shut up, asshole, you were being lovey dovey while having June fall asleep. Caressing his head and whispering to him. Wanna explain?? 📷"

"PUT THAT CAMERA AWAY! MATTER OF FACT, LET ME GO THROUGH IT!"

"No!"

In Grace's lab layed the blood sample of all their answers.

"So, I have found that the killer has orange or amber eyes. I couldn't tell which, but I managed to run blood tests to show what the eyes can see."

"Tha- thanks, Grace."

"Something the matter, Kailin?"

"June... fits most of the description..."

"Not all of it." Jones butted in. "He doesn't own a white shirt."

"How do you know??"

"He says it makes his... breasts show."

Suddenly laughter shotted in the air from Kailin and Grace.

"Of course he would say that 😭😭😭"

"So our killer wears a white shirt, drinks wine, has amber or orange eyes and... reads playboys. Got everything?"

"Yep." Jones nodded as he filled the killer's description in his notebook. "Now we just need to-"

"OFFICERS! OFFICERS! HELP! THEY'RE GONNA RUIN EVERYTHING!!"

Quinn ran into the room like a maniac. Kailin quickly rushed to him. "Hey, asshole! What's your problem?!"

"You might wanna reword that, Kailin." Jones patted her on the shoulder. "Is everything okay, Mr. Staves?"

"SOMEONE DAMAGED MY CART! GET THEM!!"

Ch2 End

#criminal case #grimsborough #david jeremiah jones #june shiloh #kailin stanford #alex turner #nathan pandit #eduardo ramirez #grace delaney #chief king #cc suspect #hungry for help

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meatmuncherlol · 1 year

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Part, ofc, lost count

Adventures of Sakazuki and Borsalino when they first joined the marines! 26 year old Borsalino and 24 year old Sakazuki (after his birthday)

*Sakazuki walks in their apartment into Borsalino's room to finish homework given by Master Zephyr*

*Borsalino crying his shit out on a pillow*

S: You good-?

B: Lia broke up with me..*sobs*

S: Oh I knew that girl was a hoe from the start.

B: She admitted she was having an affair with another bastard..😭😭😭😭

S:..I know where she lives am I allowed to-

B: No. You cannot harm nor kill NOR hit a woman, EVER.

S: Fuck.

*Borsalino, still sobbing but doesn't have the pillow on him anymore & sits on his bed*

S: Oh would you just forget her?! She's just a hoe like all the others you've dated.

S: All the others who broke up with you even though THEY fell for you.

B: She was perfect and pretty..!

*Sakazuki sighs and sits next to Borsalino, while patting his shoulder*

S: You said that to all the girls you've dated.

S: Ay why not just stop dating for a while?

B: *sniffles* Yeah. Good idea, I will.

S: Okay, now we have to do homework AND study for the Marine Test tomorrow.

B: SHI- WE HAVE A TEST?!

S: Mhm.

*Sakazuki pulls out a 15 paged pamphlet from his bag and gives it to Borsalino*

S: Master Zephyr said we could do this with a partner so I chose you

B: 15 PAGES?!

S: It's all about the duties of a Marine guard.

B: This doesn't look so bad, let's do it!

*They both work on the pamphlet for 2 1/2 hours, it was 11:32*

S: And....Done!

B: Whoa! Would you look at the time, we should be going to sleep. I'm tired

S: Hey we need to study for the test tomorrow, remember?

B: *yawns* Okay..

*Sakazuki pulls out 2 books from his bag and gives the blue one to Borsalino*

S: You read about Marine Duties bcs you barely did anything when we did that homework.

B: Rude.

S: And I'll read about the Marine Rules.

B: *opens book* Okayyyyyy....

*Literally not even 10 minutes into reading*

B: *yawns* I'm soo tired and sleepy from crying..

S: MAN UP! If we fail this test, we won't be accepted into the Navy!

B: UGHHHHhhhhh...fineeeeee....

*Sakazuki continues to read while Borsalino started to slowly fall asleep*

S, thinking: Is that idiot seriously falling asleep?!

*Borsalino fell asleep not knowing he fell asleep on Sakazuki's shoulder*

S, thinking: WHAT THE- DID THIS DUMBASS SERIOUSLY FALL ASLEEP?!

*Sakazuki was thinking about waking him up, but stopped last second and went back to reading*

S, still thinking: Why'd I stop? I should've woken him up!

S, STILL thinking: My body, it doesn't do as I say.

S, OMFG DUDE HE STILL THINKING?!: Why do I feel like there's moths in my stomach. Wait, isn't that supposed to be butterflies-?

*Sakazuki made a face as red as a period blood*

S: *quietly* Oi Bors, wake up.

*Borsalino, dead asleep*

S:...

*Goes back to reading like a nerd*

S: Why can't I just wake you up-?!

*Sakazuki sighs and quit to wake up Borsalino*

*Minutes went by, it was already 1:09*

*Borsalino wakes up because Sakazuki accidentally moved the shoulder B's head was on while adjusting the book*

B: Huh-?

S: Oh, you're awake.

B: ...Did I fell asleep on your-

S: NOPE, NEIN, NO, NEVER.

B:.okayyyyy?? Anyways, I'm sorry I fell asleep, I was just sleepy and-

S: We can end reading here, you can go back to sleep.

B: Really?!

S: JUST for today.

B: YAYA!!!

*Sakazuki chuckled while packing his bags and was on his way to his room, then suddenly, Borsalino hugged him from behind*

B, while laughing: Thanks for being such a pal today! It really helped me.

*Sakazuki turns redder than his own magma and pushes Borsalino onto the ground*

B: Hey, what was for?!

S: I- just- you- I wan-

S:...

B:...

*Sakazuki runs out Borsalino's room into his while locking the door*

B: Poor guy.

B: Probably nervous of the test tomorrow he can't even speak clearly..

B, shouting at Sakazuki's side of the shared apartment of theirs: GOOD LUCK WITH THE TEST TOMORROW!! NIGHT!!!

S, shouting back: SHUT UP! LUCK ARE FOR WHIMPS!!

B: *chuckles* Same old Sakazuki..

#I COULDNT THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE

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aotvfilm · 1 year

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Hiya Holiday Pal here!! No, you need sleep and rest, it's a busy time of the year innit! :D

AKLJDFLKJSDF I'm sorry that made me laugh so hard, just the way you said it. Nothing wrong with hating cooking! That's very sweet of your partner! Aw, how lovely that they asked for money, and the other for legos, and wow, that's fantastic! There are so many good kids books out there! I will be exchanging gifts, mostly things such as calenders and soap and books, since all of my family is just my grandmother, uncle, mother and twin brother, and our doggy! So it's going to be super exciting to see the dog with a three foot piece of rawhide made from buffalo! LOL ! Also getting them items such as soap, lotion, calendars, and ornaments, and books! Not too exciting but I hope they enjoy them!

Escapade is so good! It's fantastic! Oh my gosh I have so many. For now I'll send two. I read Lightning Strikes Twice last night, very well written, a bit too much smut for me though. I'd say two recs I have are Sodalite and Aventurine ( https://archiveofourown.org/works/21931873) and the domestic monsters series (https://archiveofourown.org/series/167063) hopefully you'll enjoy them! Important question, do you read Escapade with the playlist playing or do you read it silently?

It really is intense that it's almost 2023. OH I HAVE TO HEAR MORE ABOUT THE TOUR !!! WHAT WERE THEY ALL LIKE, WHAT WERE YOUR FAVORITE SONGS? No, no no one is judging you for running a Larrie instagram, I think it's spectacular!

Well you seem really wonderful and great yourself friend <3

Okay, yeah, the Witcher-- I've only watched S1-- not even S2, so I can't recommend S2 in good faith, and have heard it's not that good. I've written 35 for that fandom! I have not been able to write any Larry as of yet, espc with graduate school apps picking up rn, but I can't wait to!

Absolutely okay to have that fear, but I encourage you once more; you are more capable and a better writer than you think. Try a prompt, try a little drabble, see how it feels. You don't have to post it you know?

Hopefully this week is going better, so sorry about not replying very quickly. Sending you all the love <3

Holiday Palllll <3

Hi Holiday Pal <3

I love that you also get your dog something for the holidays! I do the same with my pets. Your gifts sound wonderful!

Yes Escapade was SOOO good! I read it a really long time ago so it was nice to reread. I read with the playlist on! How about you? Usually I have my headphones on while I'm reading fics so I appreciate when an author includes a playlist. I'll definitely check those fics out! One of the last fics I read that I really enjoyed was The Finish Line (Is A Good Place For Us To Start) https://archiveofourown.org/works/1136964/chapters/2298990 it was slow burn but at a perfect pace.

Oh the tour was so great! They opened with Midnight Memories and hearing Rock Me live was an experience. I was so fucking young though omg and my mom went with me. I also cried when they came out and I saw Louis for the first time. What is your favorite 1D album?? I'd do anything to go back in time and go to OTRA.

Also my instagram name was elounotachance. Tell me that isn't great

Wow 35 fics! That's impressive. I'm definitely going to try writing some more because I do think I could produce a coherent fic, I just give up on projects easily :(

What are you going to grad school for? I'm graduating from undergrad in march and I may go back to grad school in a few years. Definitely need a break from school right now though! Best of luck with your applications! xx

Talk soon friend x

#holiday pal #ilysm #<3

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dustysandwiches · 3 years

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Family (TMVSTM)

Summary: Eric and Deborahbot 5000 feels like they didn't belong with the The Mitchells and run away to live their own lives

"Purple glasses woman, why did you saved me?"

"Oh come on, you boys are family now"

Family…?

It is such a complex word, too difficult to truly understand. For a robot create just to following orders, Eric did not understand it yet, though he did looked up the definition of it but despite that he plays along for the sake of his and his Pal Max brother

They're heading to the Silicon Valley, The night sky is filled with no stars but the green "fun pots" containing human to somewhere. It makes the sky lights up with green light. It is an unusual sight even for robots.

The Mitchells are really going to destroy Pal?.... If so, what will happen to the remaining robots? What if..they failed..?

The bot are lost in his memories and Net Work to find something he's looking for. It seems like he's in too deep in the system Until he feels someone shaking his shoulder part lighty

"Eric...Eric, are you there? Is your system too damaged?" A voice speaks in hushed tone

Eric turn his mechanical head to another Pal Max bot, Deborahbot 5000

His brother

"What wrong? you've been so still like you shut down. I'm…. worry"

Deborah grip Eric's shoulder part lighty. Robots isn't supposed to have feelings but they're the defective now anyway, so it's not surprising that he would express what he "feels"

The car stop at some abandoned gas station. Only Katie, Aaron and the loft of bread are sleeping in the car at the moment. Mother and The male Mitchells are inside the store for something. Eric finally answered and grip Deborah's hand back

"I'm okay, my system and outside damage is unchange at the moment. I'm sorry I didn't acknowledge your question earlier. Don't need to be worry"

"Okay… but tell me if anything is acting strange, will you? I don't want to lose you, brother...We're only defective robots here, if you're gone, what am I going to do?"

"I'll always have your back like you have mine, brother. We are going to survive, one way or another"

Eric tells what he thinks is logical to his robo brother. He let go of Deborah's hand and turned his head to Mother, who's making her way back to the car with her partner and tells her the safest route to Silicon Valley.

The car is running along the road at night. The robo brothers looking outside of the car, expanding their data about the human environment and hearing the conversation between Katie and Mother. They're talking about The male Mitchells, Rick of how he's just trying to make her happy.

Eric wants to feel this "happy" too and he wants Deborah to feel the same. Maybe it would feel really nice, like getting their system updated.

But how could they do that? They're about to went through most protected head quarter in the world right now and there's no guarantee that the plan would work but the show must go on

"Mom, what is that?"

"Oh my god!!"

The car suddenly stops, making their head jerks back, Eric and Deborah turn their heads to the front window. As the Mitchells get out of the car to stand in front of the giant building as tall as the sky.

"We're here...the Head Quarter" Eric said as he's getting out of the trunk

"Oh boy, I don't like this. Do you think we could get to the top without others noticing?" Deborah ask, stepping beside Eric in front of the car, behind the Mitchells

Slowly, Eric extends his hand to the side to his brother, knob and gears whirring while he processes his next word. Deborah immediately holds his hand and they're both looking up to the tower.

"No matter what happens, we're going to be alright"

__________________________________

The plan did not go well. The Mitchells got caught by a new robot, Pal invented. The sounds of the alarm is almost deafening, after the cable car has fell down and crashed. Deborah's vision is trying to adjust after he hits the ground. The first thing he see is the face of Pal Max bot with some face drawn on.

"Are you alright, brother?" Eric said as worrying as his robotic voice could spunds while kneeling next to him

Before he could answer, The black robot burst through and captured Mother and Rick. The Mitchells is being taken away and Deborah knows he need to help

Because they're his family now too

"Mitchells, we will help"

"Oh no no no, you won't. download new order"

Suddenly, like the virus creeping through their system. Making the robo brothers clutch their head like they're in pain, unable to take control of their body any longer.

New order appears : Capture the Mitchells

Deborah trying to break free one last time

No please I don't want to do this. Eric, Mother, Anyone…Can you hear me?..

"We're sorry, Mother"

Then, everything went blank

__________________________________

"Let's take a photo after we saved the world!" Linda said cheerily to Eric after handing or rather putting it in his hand

The battle is over the human won and the uprising is over. All of the Pal Max and the new robot has been shut down, Well almost every bot.

Eric and Deborahbot 5000 have broken through Pal's control and helped Rick Mitchells to put the video of the bread dog on, neutralizing the other robots. Now they're celebrating without them

They broke the code and helped this family save the world and now they can't even be in a photo? Eric thought but took the photo anyway. Maybe they're just too excited like humans always does.

The Mitchells tell the brothers, they can stay at home with them as a member of the family. The Mitchells welcome them, Linda teaches Deborah how to draw stuff like the Sun, the tree and other things. Rick shows them how to build a shelter from branches and leaves. Arron always talks to them about dinosaurs in his books and Katie sometimes asks them for ideas for her project. It was a good time.

Time passes and the robo brothers feels like they're more like a servant than a family. The Mitchells tells them to do things for them like chores, collecting the mails, mow the lawn and many things. Most of the time they haven't called them by their names or acknowledge them when they do something for the Mitchells. At first the brothers gladly do them, thinking it was a part of being a family but this time they had enough.

At night, when everyone is asleep. Eric and Deborah sit on a rooftop, looking into the sky. The moon is full today, shining bright along millions of sparkling stars. They come here every time they want to say something they went through each day, like updating each other. Today is different

"Today Rick called me Robot instead of my name again, I don't really think it's from force habits anymore" Deborah speaks in a quiet voice, mechanical head looks up to the shooting stars, then to his brother.

"But at least Mother let me help her cook dinner! It was really interesting, I learned how to peel a potato today, Look!"

He grabbed the potato peels besides him and held up to his brother. It's ragged, uneven and still has a big chunk of potato attached to it. Eric chuckles in a monotone like his robotic voice always does.

"That's great, Deborah. You know today Mother also let me do the laundry too! There was a lot of foam but I think I did well, Mother's face looks so surprised when I tell her I also put her bag in there too. She rushed past me so fast, I can't even see her"

"The purple bag? Oh yes, she loves that bag. Very thoughtful, Eric."

Then Deborah held out his hand, attempt to high-five Eric but they kept missing each other's hands, so they tapped their heads together gently. The glass tink softly as they did.

They looked up to the sky again, thinking about their lives with the Mitchells. Of how they've been treated lately, how they've been struggling to fit in the family and how they feel like they've been ignored.

Eric broke the silence between them and speaks in a quiet voice, hands gripping his knees tighter.

"Making our own order is great, we can do everything we want now"

Deborah nods " but why do I feel like we're doing The Mitchells order everyday"

"I understand if they haven't felt comfortable with us but they should have told us and we can be somewhere else. Not…. keeping us servants..like this.."

He looked back at Eric and asked in a hushed voice, if a robot can cry tears, his voice would be shaking like a human...but he's not human.

“I wonder if there’s any bots like us.. You know, the defectives. What are they up to? Where are they now? Do they stay with humans like us?”

“I don’t know, brother. I don’t know. I guess Pal wasn’t prepared for anything like this. She didn’t put any program for tracking other bots for us.”

“We should go find them. That way we can have our own robots family! We don’t have to listen to any humans anymore!

Deborah grab his brother shoulders part, turn his body to face him and said firmly

“You say it yourself, Eric. We take our own orders now. This is the time we can truly do that. Don’t you see? Other Mitchells except Mother didn’t treat us very well. They call us Robots rather than our names. They give orders. They got angry when we didn’t complete what they requested. They didn’t acknowledge us most of the time like we aren’t right there!”

His voice drop low and finally he hugs his brother, a gesture he saw human does to their family and the one they cared for

“We did everything together...but we’re just in the background every time..We aren’t supposed to feel emotions but I do...”

Slowly, Eric lifts his hand and hugs back tightly, mechanical gear and wires clicking as he thinks about his brother's words.

It’s true. They were in the background most of the time. They were more like a maid robot than a member of a family like the Mitchells said. Maybe his brother was right, this is not where they truly belong. They need to get away from humans. For good this time.

“You’re right. We should go”

Eric let go of his brother and stand up. Looking into the distant city, held out his hand for Deborah. They will make their own future with others, if there are any more of them left.

“Let’s go say our goodbye to the Mitchells. Though they may have treated us like this but they still help us from Pal.”

“Should we leave a letter or something?”

“If you want to, we can. Oh oh! We should put the glitter on!”

Together, they jump down from the rooftops and go inside the house. Writing a goodbye letter for the Mitchells, telling them they appreciated everything they did but they want to live their own lives somewhere else without anyone giving them orders

After sometime, they put the letter down at the dinner table with a flower Eric collected from the neighbor's house, The Poseys.

Now, the brothers stand in front of the house. Looking back one last time before leaving.

"Let's go, brother" Eric said.

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The sounds of the jet under their feet break the silence of the night. They jump and fly into the sky, green trails from the jet painting the night sky. They fly and fly further away from the house. Until the dawn came, they stopped at some abandoned cabin in the woods. It appears there's nobody living here for a long time.

"This place is in a good condition and I believe there's no human living here." Deborah said, feeling satisfied

"Yes, but we should look around just in case. Could you check around the cabin? I'll check inside." Eric asked while looking around and scanning the cabin with the camera on the top right of his head.

Deborah nods and goes out the door to check for anything or anyone. Leaving only Eric inside.

Eric wanders into the halls, scanning every room. The cabin is dusty and there were some traces of wild animals making a nest and shelter. Some kind of nuts and leaves were scattered all over the floor.Everything seems normal for an abandoned human cabin, until he spotted muddy footprints. It’s still wet, this only means one thing. There’s someone here.

The sound of a metal clanking from further down the cabin. It appears the sounds came from the kitchen. Eric changes one of his hand to the plasma beam shooter, being on guard and slowly walking to the origin of the sound.

#the mitchells vs the machines #My fantasy #Family (TMVSTM)#part 1

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I return from the dead with a fic that isn't even for the Naruto fandom and I don't really have an explanation for myself.

Pairing: SamBucky Word count: 2317 Fandom: MCU Summary: Visiting Steve was always strange now that the guy was old and retired. Still, of all the things Sam expected out of today, witnessing a prime example of gay panic from the co-worker that's been mysteriously avoiding him was not one of them.

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Honestly, the fact that Steve's house smelled like prunes was probably one of the funniest things that Sam had ever heard in his life. More than anything he would have loved to go back in time, to the days of reading about glorified heroes in history textbooks, and tell his fifteen year old self that Captain America, Steve Rogers, retired in a house that smelled like prunes. God, his best friend just had to throw himself in to being old the way he threw himself in to everything else.

"Is there a special reason for you visiting?" Steve's voice was more tremulous these days, less steady but no less warm. Just hearing him again after the shameful amount of weeks it had been since his last visit made Sam grin.

"Nah, just thought I'd pop in and see if you'd expired yet. Your birthday's coming up. Gonna be, what, three hundred? A thousand?"

Steve narrowed his eyes but there was fondness in them so it wasn't very scary even if he could probably still tackle Sam across the room if he wanted to. At this point it would hurt him too but he could do it. "You, young man, are-"

He looked chagrined at himself when Sam cut him off with a laugh.

"You shitting me? Did you really just call me young man? See if I ever let you live that down."

His friend grumbled but accepted the teasing as his due. That was just what he got for going back in time and doubling down on being so much older than his own best friends.

Since it had indeed been a little too long after they last saw each other there was quite a bit of catching up for them to do. Over cool glasses of sweet tea and a plate of cookies the two of them spent a pleasant couple of hours shooting the shit until Sam could almost forget the years that stretched between them now. It was jarring, sometimes, looking away from those clear blue eyes to realize all over again just how many wrinkles they were set in. Sometimes he hated it. Other times he could only smile to know that at least one of their ragtag bunch had found the peace they were looking for.

Eventually all that sweet tea went right to his bladder and Sam excused himself to use the bathroom. When he returned he took in the sight of his friend all snug under one of the blankets his late wife had knit and sighed, feeling maudlin suddenly for no good reason.

"I should probably get out of your hair," he said. "Let you get in your afternoon nap or whatever. No, stay there man, I'll clean up." His smile was easy as he snagged the dishes from their grazing and hauled it all over to the kitchen.

"You sure?" Steve's voice floated after him. "Nothing else you want to get off your chest?"

"Huh?"

Sam frowned at the cups he'd just placed in the sink, running back through his mind. They'd talked about pretty much everything he could think of.

"You didn't mention Buck once, you know. I thought the two of you were friends now."

"Ah. Yeah. So did I." The corners of his mouth twisted with a little bitterness, a little confusion. After everything they'd been through and the number of times Bucky had accepted his invitations down to Delacroix he'd thought they were well past the point of calling themselves friends. Maybe he himself felt something a little more than that but he knew better than to push.

That was probably why Bucky's sudden radio silence hurt so much though.

"Trouble in paradise?" Steve called from the other room and Sam snorted.

“Shit, I don’t know. One minute we’re fine and the next he just up and disappears on me again. I may or may not have checked a bunch of obituaries for your name just in case because I have no idea what I might have done to piss him off.” Sam pursed his lips. He’s already gone over all this with Sarah a half dozen times and in all the recounts he’d done of their last couple missions he still couldn’t find any particularly bad moment between him and his best friend. Unfortunately the sweet tea he was glaring at didn’t have any answers either so he snatched the pitcher up and moved to put it in the fridge.

“Have you tried, oh I don’t know, asking him what’s wrong?”

“You think I didn’t try that?”

Steve’s hum drifted down the hallway with a distinct note of sass. “Neither one of you is very famous for your communication.”

“Excuse you, I was a counselor. A certified veteran’s counselor. Communicating with people was literally my job until your overly buff ass came running around all ‘on your left’ and ‘everyone I know is trying to kill me’.” Sam huffed as he snapped the fridge closed. “I damn well tried to talk to him but he’s not answering my texts or my calls. Short of breaking in to his apartment I don’t really know what else you want me to do.”

Without any other excuses to keep him in the kitchen Sam heaved a sigh, knowing he couldn’t dawdle any longer. He could only get to the door by going though the living room so his choices were either run away out the back, which he would never ever hear the end of, or go back in to the living room and face Steve with his stupidly wise and knowing eyes. Seriously, let a guy live to almost two hundred and suddenly he thought he knew everything. Annoying was what it was.

He was only halfway down the hall when he heard the front door open. Sam very carefully swallowed down the jibe he’d just been about to deliver and hoped that meant what he thought it meant. Maybe Steve had finally gone vague after all and bailed in the middle of their conversation; he’d rather chase a crazy old coot down the street than talk about his feelings regarding one James Buchanan Barnes. Actually if he looked at it from the right angle then chasing an old coot down the street was pretty much his job description whenever he and his partner teamed up on missions. Sam was just glad they hadn’t been called in to one since this whole silent treatment had started because he wasn’t sure he wanted to know whether or not Bucky would still have his back even when the guy was mad at him over reasons unknown.

Two more steps and Sam froze in his tracks, eyes wide with disbelief. Bucky’s shoulders were hunched in to himself with something bridling on panic as he fit himself through the front door and kicked it shut behind himself, eyes wild and fixed on the ground between his feet, nervous energy pouring out of him in a way Sam hadn’t seen before. From his spot on the couch Steve watched his childhood friend let himself in with serene indifference.

“Didn’t know you’d be over today,” was all he said. Then he smiled benignly when Bucky let out a soft whine.

“Help,” Bucky pleaded. “I’m dying.”

Then Bucky slid down to his knees and face planted in the carpet, arms and legs splaying out wide. Steve hummed.

“You know,” he murmured, “no one ever believes me when I tell them you’re this dramatic.”

“Steve! I’m having a crisis!”

“I tell everyone you’re a drama queen and they just shake their heads at me.”

“This is important! You have to kill me, Steve. Or I’m gonna just- just-!” Bucky’s voice petered out with another extended whine muffled by the carpet that probably didn’t smell any better from that close up.

Crossing one leg over the other, Steve folded his hands in his lap with a great lack of concern for the ridiculous scene playing out before him. Sam remained frozen in the hallway, wondering if Bucky even realized he was there, but he got an answer to that almost faster than if he’d bothered to ask himself.

“What’s wrong, pal?”

“It’s Sam!” Bucky cried. His arms lifted up like wings to flail briefly before falling back to the floor in a boneless sprawl. “Please just crush my head or something. I can’t take this.”

“Ah, yes, I hear you’ve been avoiding him.”

Whatever kind of noise Bucky was trying to make, it came out sounding more like he was choking on carpet fumes. “Of course I’m avoiding him!”

“Now why on earth would you do that?”

“I want to stick my tongue in the gap between his teeth!” Bucky said, entirely unaware of the sparks that were suddenly running up Sam’s spine in the hallway. “Help me, Steve! I want to press my thumb in the little dimple on his back. He has a dimple on his back! Why!? Steve I want to hold his hand! What the fuck!”

Steve had both eyebrows up near his hairline and the most shit eating grin any human on the planet had ever worn when he turned his head to look at Sam. Frozen with his eyes on the figure currently panicking in to the floor, Sam paid him no attention. He was busy processing. After getting to know Bucky, inviting him to stay in Delacroix time and time again, the dramatics weren’t actually that much of a surprise. Obviously as they grew closer he’d gotten a number of glimpses in to who the real Bucky Barnes was under the grouchy veneer he presented to the world. Watching him starfish on the ground and whine wasn’t too far from what he’d already seen.

Hearing him say anything about his tongue in conjecture with Sam’s teeth, on the other hand, now that was a bit unexpected. More than a bit.

“I think Shuri called this ‘gay panic’ and honestly I’m in agreement,” Bucky went on mindlessly. “If I have to watch him go through one more workout and not grab his ass with both hands then I’m just going to rip both of them off. Who needs hands if I cannot grab Sam Wilson’s ass with them!?”

“You may be slightly exaggerating the situation, I feel,” Steve told him.

Bucky snorted. “I am not. I absolutely am not. Why is he so hot? And nice? I hate that. Except I don’t. Steve why is he so nice to me?”

“That might be a question you should ask him.”

“Oh yeah, sure, I’ve got lots of questions for him! Hey Sam, why are you nice to me? Hey Sam, can I lick your cheekbones? Hey Sam, how big is your cock?”

“Well. Not that I’ve ever thought to ask that myself but, alright. Go on, Sam, how big is it?”

Sam had just enough time to cross his arms over his chest and assume a very casual pose leaning against the wall beside him before Bucky’s head shot up off the carpet. If possible, his eyes were even more wild than before when he fixed them on Steve, full of the deepest betrayal. Then he very slowly dragged them sideways to see the man he’d just been panicking over. Sam gave him a very friendly smile.

“Depends on your frame of reference,” he admitted. “I’d say sizeable.”

“Nnnggggg.”

“Hi Buck.”

“Ggnnn.”

While Steve very poorly disguised a laugh behind one hand, Sam pushed off from the wall and sauntered further in to the living room. Bucky slammed his face back in to the carpet.

“Leave me here to die,” he pleaded in a very small voice. Sam tutted, reaching for the front door, only looking over his shoulder once he was halfway through it.

“Come on, Buck, can’t lick my cheekbones if you don’t get off the floor. It was a nice visit, Steve, but don’t be looking out your front curtains for a bit. I think I’ll let Bucky decide for himself what sizeable means.” He thanked god for the mercy of Steve’s house being situated out here so far from any other homes, surrounded on all sides by enough trees that you couldn’t see it from the road. A gorgeous little island of privacy. Sam was fairly sure he wasn’t the only one grateful for this, judging by the mad scrambling noises he could hear going on behind him.

Bucky’s voice garbled out something that sounded like ‘fuck you, thank you, bye forever’ and then Sam was listening to the slam of the front door barely a second before strong hands were wrapping themselves around his hips. He laughed even as Bucky’s face came in to view.

“Greatest assassin of several generations and you didn't notice my truck in the driveway?” he said.

“I may have been a bit distracted.” That was definitely a pout on Bucky’s lips.

“By being so hot for all of this”-Sam gestured vaguely down his own body-“that you literally ceased being able to function.”

He didn’t expect such easy agreement as the sheepish nod that followed his words. “Pretty much.”

Sam blinked slowly once, twice. For one long moment he considered teasing the man. Then he decided that their time was much better spent doing things they’d both obviously been wanting to do while assuming they would never get the chance.

“I was promised a tongue in my teeth. Are you gonna get to that any time soon or am I gonna sit here and pine some more for something I apparently could have had all along?”

Bucky keened piteously. Then he surged forward to follow through on his own promises and Sam really hoped that Steve had taken his words to heart about the curtains. The man was way too old to be seeing all the ways they were about to defile the side of this truck.

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echo-three-one · 3 years

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Whatever It Takes : RELOADED

Abducted in a decent hotel room. That's the summary.

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Vlad the Janitor

Samantha Coleman

Happy Traveler Inn - Room 240

Moscow, Russia

"Room Service!" Someone knocked at the door and something in Russian followed. Samantha assumed it's the same thing but in Russian. She carefully eyed the three men whom she knew were secretly armed. They were members of Shepherd's secret force, the one he calls "Shadow Company".

She's tired of being held hostage, she just wanted to live a normal life. And if Alex was correct, she can't believe that she chose to forget him just to get another shot at a normal life. She felt stupid. And she actually missed him. Even with all the jumbled and altered memories, her heart reacted to his presence.

The three abductors looked at her threateningly as the janitors entered. She knew she wasn't supposed to act suspicious or she's dead.

"We don't need cleaning!" One exclaimed as he shoved the janitor to the door, out of surprise the two janitors immediately grabbed mops and brooms and began fighting the abductors.

Samantha described it as a scene straight out of the movies, the trio worked together, hitting enemies until they were knocked down by severe hits in the head. They quickly disarmed and bound the abductors.

The tall janitor approached her, his eyes felt familiar but Samantha was reluctant to accept help. She eyed his name tag which said "Hello I'm VLAD"

"Thanks, Vlad?" She guessed, Vlad quickly removed his hat and face mask.

"Aw come on, Samantha. It's me!" Alex smiled, behind him, Roach and Soap stood and looked happy to see her.

Samantha's heart skipped a beat. She was right. He did go to the ends of the world for her multiple times. That meant that whatever they shared back on her memory lapses were far too significant for him. She hugged him tight and he reciprocated it quickly. She wanted to kiss him already but in their situation, it was better to keep it for later.

"Here you go, Alex." Soap tossed him the abductor's uniform as they quickly changed from janitors to bodyguards as they escorted her back to safety.

"Ghost this is Alex. The package is secure. Prepare for exfil."

"Roger that, pal." He replied as they effortlessly exited the hotel, leaving a message to Shepherd that he should not mess with them.

The elevator ride was the most awkward place for Samantha. The tension between her and Alex were reaching new heights. Their eye contacts felt more intense and small grazes from their hands felt like small jolts of electricity. Her heart raced so fast that she bit her lip.

"Thanks for saving me guys. For a second I thought you were never going to find me." She breathed as Alex slowly locked his hand on hers. She felt her cheeks warm up as his touch sent her on an ecstatic feeling. Was he really like this to her?

"You're still our priority, Samantha. Disbanded or not." Roach grinned as the elevator dinged upon reaching the Parking lot. In front of them was Price, driving the van and Ghost slowly sliding the door open.

"Welcome back, Samantha." The masked man greeted them as they entered the vehicle.

Safe House 110197

Brazil

Alex somewhat expected familiarity or nostalgia from Samantha, but all she remembered was the name of the safehouse. The number combination was somewhat familiar. She felt guilty and frustrated once she stepped foot on the house, as none of the items rang something from her memory while Alex took effort in recalling everything they did during their stay there, things that Samantha didn't expect she'd do but wanted to feel all over again.

Amidst the stress of the things happening around them, Maxine and Francine were getting along as they prepared a little feast once they heard that Samantha's on the way here. Maxine cried as she hugged her best friend and Samantha couldn't help but also shed tears.

"I missed you. Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" She asked, those same words also came out of Alex's mouth earlier, guess she was that important to the two of them?

"I'm fine, Max. They didn't hurt me or anything. Shepherd was actually out to use me as a bargaining chip so that my Dad would help him." The room fell silent. This was what they needed to hear. Intel.

Before lunch was even served, they already gathered around the dinner table. Alex finally sat beside Samantha, and that meant Ghost was the only one without a partner.

Samantha discussed the case at hand. How Shepherd would give Nero an IP Address in exchange for blueprints of an EMP Nuke. He'll then use such machinery to combat Nero's assault as well as avenge 30,000 of his defeated troops in Afghanistan. He also has his own elite troop called Shadow Company, which were trained the same way as the 141, but they had strength in numbers.

The rest of the evening was devastating. Now that they had information on Shepherd, Price and Jack started to call in some favors and prepared for the best window to fight back. Ghost got a text from Agent Ryder of interpol that she was too late to stop the trade of funds and now Shepherd has put the remaining 141 as most wanted people. Laswell also called Price that the initial plan of creating a task force was not going to work considering they're already fugitives and they should be more careful outdoors. Everyone else looked like they saw this one coming, they already knew the risks of the things they've done and proceeded to live their lives.

Samantha caught a glimpse of Max and Roach sprinkling each other water while washing the dishes, Soap and France arguing about how the word 'whimsy' was supposed to be used in a sentence and Ghost was always on his command center. She felt that she was never gone.

"How are you holding up, Love?" Alex plopped beside her, giving her a glass of water. Samantha smiled and raised her eyebrows.

"I don't remember you calling me that." She questioned, as she noticed the faint smell of Alex that she began to admire.

"Of course you don't. That's why I'm helping you." he grinned, tucking her hair behind her ear. She giggled and inhaled once more.

"You smell good today… Are you still trying to win my heart? I thought you already did." She mused, blushing as she ran a hand across his strong inked arms. She was always scared of heavily tattooed men, but this guy was an exception to the rule.

"Well, I wore clothes from two different people today… so… but nevermind that reason. Is it working? To you…? Are you… smitten?" He wiggled his eyebrows in an attempt to be seductive and Samantha just laughed. Was it possible to fall in love with a guy whom you already love? If so, then she's all for it.

"I can't say for sure, Vlad." She teased as he quickly fished his wallet, revealing a letter inside a small ziploc container. He gave it to Samantha as she uncrumpled it and started to read the contents.

"What's this?" she asked, looking at her own writing, she started to feel scared and nervous about the letter.

"You left that note to me before you forgot me… I tried to keep it for as long as I could, to the point that I almost wanted to throw it away." he held her hand while she held the letter.

"My Dearest Alex…" She spoke softly. Her hands began to tremble as he gently tightened his grip on her, making her feel more at ease.

"...In a span of three weeks, you managed to make me feel love once again. You allowed me to realize that even after a horrible loss, I could still open my heart and feel the joy of falling in love." This was clearly her creation, she slowly turned to Alex as he smiled and nodded his head to continue.

"...I always told myself that no matter how painful it is, I'll never forget your face, your smile, your eyes and all those memories we shared together. I actually convinced myself that we were a happily married couple back in that safehouse, an illusion I made because my heart felt like it. It was a good feeling, and I want to thank you for it." She leaned on his shoulders, looked at him once more and mouthed "Sorry".

"It looked like I forgot…" tears started to well on her eyes and Alex smiled. He wasn't the crying type but his eyes were already starting to get wet.

"I can't help but think about a lot of things, one being that if we were destined to meet and not end up together, it would be better if I don't meet you at all. I'm sorry to say this but I do love you so much and I know I promised, but I think my heart couldn't carry the idea of you existing and not within my grasp. It's utterly heartbreaking." she sobbed, hot tears fell from her cheek and Alex immediately wiped them off with his thumbs as she continued reading, her voice was shaky.

"So, your office offered me a chance to alter my memories of meeting you, along with the memory that made Nero look for me. You were on a briefing and I wanted to talk to you personally, maybe feel your warmth one last time. I'd want to kiss you too, but I guess the world didn't want that to happen." She looked at Alex one more time, then their lips met, it was a small peck, their lips immediately parted upon contact. She looked back at her letter"

"So I took the offer, and by the time you read this, I'm already on my way home to resume the life I've lost. I'm sure Maxine misses me right now...

I know you'll agree to this because I feel you always want what's best for me. If our paths would cross again, I hope you'll remember me the way I remembered you before I take this operation, A good memory that's supposed to last forever.

Apologizing in advance if I don't remember you anymore.

Don't you dare forget about me,

- Samantha" Teardrops splattered across the paper as she folded it and reached for Alex's mouth, this time they went all out. Like teenagers who shared their first french kiss, sloppy, needy yet satisfying. They didn't care about their surroundings. All they both cares about was that they were within each other's grasp after a very long time.

"I guess you kept my word. You never forgot me…" She exhaled as they broke the kiss.

"It's because I can't… and I told myself that I won't." Alex replied as they kissed once again. This time, they could hear Maxine and Roach cheering in the background.

"Geez! Get a room you two!" A loud Scottish yell was heard from the distance. But despite all the noise, the two of them didn't mind.

Samantha was brushing her teeth when Alex snuck up from behind, wrapping his arms around her. She remembered how she admitted to the letter that they acted like a married couple, maybe this was always their thing for weeks. She was happy as they both swayed harmoniously, looking at the most handsome man in the world, hugging her.

"Do hmm haa hoo heemmmi hoo?" She mumbled while her hands brushed her teeth.

"We don't. But if we had one what would you think it'd be?" Alex mused, turning to her. He already knew what she meant despite it being inaudible. She spat the contents of her mouth and finished brushing her teeth before turning to him, all while still under his warm embrace.

"Have you heard of Way Back into Love?" she asked, Alex's reaction was a very wholesome smile.

"Like from that movie? Yeah." he chuckled, minty breath traveled to her nostrils.

"All I want to do is find a way back into love…" she sang softly, her singing voice made Alex smile.

"I can't make it through without a way back into love…" Alex sang or more specifically, said the words near the tune. Samantha giggled as they swayed to their little song.

"And if I open my heart again

I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end" They sang together, Samantha doing it in tune while Alex sounded like he's narrating the song. They both were spinning around on the small area in front of the sink, enjoying the moments that they were together once again. Samantha wishing that she'll never get separated from Alex ever again.

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frankiefellinlove · 5 years

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Bruce's eulogy for the BIG MAN:

I've been sitting here listening to everyone talk about Clarence and staring at that photo of the two of us right there. It's a picture of Scooter and The Big Man, people who we were sometimes. As you can see in this particular photo, Clarence is admiring his muscles and I'm pretending to be nonchalant while leaning upon him. I leaned on Clarence a lot; I made a career out of it in some ways.´´

´´Those of us who shared Clarence's life, shared with him his love and his confusion. Though "C" mellowed with age, he was always a wild and unpredictable ride. Today I see his sons Nicky, Chuck, Christopher and Jarod sitting here and I see in them the reflection of a lot of C's qualities. I see his light, his darkness, his sweetness, his roughness, his gentleness, his anger, his brilliance, his handsomeness, and his goodness. But, as you boys know your pop was a not a day at the beach. "C" lived a life where he did what he wanted to do and he let the chips, human and otherwise, fall where they may. Like a lot of us your pop was capable of great magic and also of making quite an amazing mess. This was just the nature of your daddy and my beautiful friend. Clarence's unconditional love, which was very real, came with a lot of conditions. Your pop was a major project and always a work in progress. "C" never approached anything linearly, life never proceeded in a straight line. He never went A… B…. C…. D. It was always A… J…. C…. Z… Q… I….! That was the way Clarence lived and made his way through the world. I know that can lead to a lot of confusion and hurt, but your father also carried a lot of love with him, and I know he loved each of you very very dearly.´´

´´It took a village to take care of Clarence Clemons. Tina, I'm so glad you're here. Thank you for taking care of my friend, for loving him. Victoria, you've been a loving, kind and caring wife to Clarence and you made a huge difference in his life at a time when the going was not always easy. To all of "C's" vast support network, names too numerous to mention, you know who you are and we thank you. Your rewards await you at the pearly gates. My pal was a tough act but he brought things into your life that were unique and when he turned on that love light, it illuminated your world. I was lucky enough to stand in that light for almost 40 years, near Clarence's heart, in the Temple of Soul.´´

´´So a little bit of history: from the early days when Clarence and I traveled together, we'd pull up to the evening's lodgings and within minutes "C" would transform his room into a world of his own. Out came the colored scarves to be draped over the lamps, the scented candles, the incense, the patchouli oil, the herbs, the music, the day would be banished, entertainment would come and go, and Clarence the Shaman would reign and work his magic, night after night. Clarence's ability to enjoy Clarence was incredible. By 69, he'd had a good run, because he'd already lived about 10 lives, 690 years in the life of an average man. Every night, in every place, the magic came flying out of C's suitcase. As soon as success allowed, his dressing room would take on the same trappings as his hotel room until a visit there was like a trip to a sovereign nation that had just struck huge oil reserves. "C" always knew how to live. Long before Prince was out of his diapers, an air of raunchy mysticism ruled in the Big Man's world. I'd wander in from my dressing room, which contained several fine couches and some athletic lockers, and wonder what I was doing wrong! Somewhere along the way all of this was christened the Temple of Soul; and "C" presided smilingly over its secrets, and its pleasures. Being allowed admittance to the Temple's wonders was a lovely thing.´´

´´As a young child my son Sam became enchanted with the Big Man… no surprise. To a child Clarence was a towering fairy tale figure, out of some very exotic storybook. He was a dreadlocked giant, with great hands and a deep mellifluous voice sugared with kindness and regard. And… to Sammy, who was just a little white boy, he was deeply and mysteriously black. In Sammy's eyes, "C" must have appeared as all of the African continent, shot through with American cool, rolled into one welcoming and loving figure. So… Sammy decided to pass on my work shirts and became fascinated by Clarence's suits and his royal robes. He declined a seat in dad's van and opted for "C's" stretch limousine, sitting by his side on the slow cruise to the show. He decided dinner in front of the hometown locker just wouldn't do, and he'd saunter up the hall and disappear into the Temple of Soul.´´

´´Of course, also enchanted was Sam's dad, from the first time I saw my pal striding out of the shadows of a half empty bar in Asbury Park, a path opening up before him; here comes my brother, here comes my sax man, my inspiration, my partner, my lifelong friend. Standing next to Clarence was like standing next to the baddest ass on the planet. You were proud, you were strong, you were excited and laughing with what might happen, with what together, you might be able to do. You felt like no matter what the day or the night brought, nothing was going to touch you. Clarence could be fragile but he also emanated power and safety, and in some funny way we became each other's protectors; I think perhaps I protected "C" from a world where it still wasn't so easy to be big and black. Racism was ever present and over the years together, we saw it. Clarence's celebrity and size did not make him immune. I think perhaps "C" protected me from a world where it wasn't always so easy to be an insecure, weird and skinny white boy either. But, standing together we were badass, on any given night, on our turf, some of the baddest asses on the planet. We were united, we were strong, we were righteous, we were unmovable, we were funny, we were corny as hell and as serious as death itself. And we were coming to your town to shake you and to wake you up. Together, we told an older, richer story about the possibilities of friendship that transcended those I'd written in my songs and in my music. Clarence carried it in his heart. It was a story where the Scooter and the Big Man not only busted the city in half, but we kicked ass and remade the city, shaping it into the kind of place where our friendship would not be such an anomaly. And that… that's what I'm gonna miss. The chance to renew that vow and double down on that story on a nightly basis, because that is something, that is the thing that we did together… the two of us. Clarence was big, and he made me feel, and think, and love, and dream big. How big was the Big Man? Too fucking big to die. And that's just the facts. You can put it on his grave stone, you can tattoo it over your heart. Accept it… it's the New World.´´

´´Clarence doesn't leave the E Street Band when he dies. He leaves when we die.´´

´´So, I'll miss my friend, his sax, the force of nature his sound was, his glory, his foolishness, his accomplishments, his face, his hands, his humor, his skin, his noise, his confusion, his power, his peace. But his love and his story, the story that he gave me, that he whispered in my ear, that he allowed me to tell… and that he gave to you… is gonna carry on. I'm no mystic, but the undertow, the mystery and power of Clarence and my friendship leads me to believe we must have stood together in other, older times, along other rivers, in other cities, in other fields, doing our modest version of god's work… work that's still unfinished. So I won't say goodbye to my brother, I'll simply say, see you in the next life, further on up the road, where we will once again pick up that work, and get it done.´´

´´Big Man, thank you for your kindness, your strength, your dedication, your work, your story. Thanks for the miracle… and for letting a little white boy slip through the side door of the Temple of Soul.´´

´´SO LADIES AND GENTLEMAN… ALWAYS LAST, BUT NEVER LEAST. LET'S HEAR IT FOR THE MASTER OF DISASTER, the BIG KAHUNA, the MAN WITH A PHD IN SAXUAL HEALING, the DUKE OF PADUCAH, the KING OF THE WORLD, LOOK OUT OBAMA! THE NEXT BLACK PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES EVEN THOUGH HE'S DEAD… YOU WISH YOU COULD BE LIKE HIM BUT YOU CAN'T! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE BIGGEST MAN YOU'VE EVER SEEN!… GIVE ME A C-L-A-R-E-N-C-E. WHAT'S THAT SPELL? CLARENCE! WHAT'S THAT SPELL? CLARENCE! WHAT'S THAT SPELL? CLARENCE! … amen.´´

´´I'm gonna leave you today with a quote from the Big Man himself, which he shared on the plane ride home from Buffalo, the last show of the last tour. As we celebrated in the front cabin congratulating one another and telling tales of the many epic shows, rocking nights and good times we'd shared, "C" sat quietly, taking it all in, then he raised his glass, smiled and said to all gathered, "This could be the start of something big."´´

´´Love you, "C".´´

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SECRETS (part II/IV)

Summary: Detectives James Barnes and Y/n Y/l/n never really got along, despite being partners for seven months. You could say they hated each other, however, when James' past shows up threatening to break him all over again, the truth about their feelings comes to the surface.

Pairing: cop!Bucky Barnes x cop!Reader

Genre: angsty

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Warnings: abusive ex-partner, mentions of toxic relationship, hungover, scars

A/N: I'm back from my brief hiatus(?) yayy! I'm still feeling super insecure about my writing so if you see something I'm doing wrong or something that I should improve, tell me. Tomorrow I'll post the next part of The Protege, but now enjoy <3.

Rogue-barnes-16 masterlist (you can find part I there)

The moment my eyes fluttered open, my hands gripped the sheets I had gotten tangled with, trying to suppress a loud groan the would have just made my head pound harder.

I stirred and turned my head to the man lying besides me as a proof of the bizarre events that my mind remembered from the night before.

This time I was unable to hold back a now regretful groan, which ended up shaking him awake.

"what the- Fuck" he sat up, pressing the heels of his hands against his shut eyes. "fuck fuck fuck fuck"

I shifted my position in a way that I had a perfect view of his bare back.

And that view made my heart clench, because it made me remember what I wanted to talk about without him in first place.

It also proved me that, sadly, there was no way in hell that I was wrong. The patterns of the scars were signs of domestic violence without a doubt.

"Barnes" I called him, not daring to move. "we still have to talk." my voice sounded demanding, but still tender and quiet.

"what 'bout?" his eased voice almost made me doubt my gut feeling, because after all, those scars could be something else.

But then he put his shirt faster than normal, and before even putting on his underwear.

"Dot." his shoulders tensed for a moment, but he did his best to hide it from me. "what happened between the two of you?" I didn't want to ask it directly, so I decided to take the long way.

"c'mon Y/l/n" he let out a humorless laugh, getting up to put on his underwear and pants. "You're the smartest detective I've ever worked with" I managed to hide my surprise at the compliment and I sat up on the bed. "do you really need to fuckin' ask?"

"yeah" he glared at me, leaning over the bed to grab his jacket. "Barnes for fucks sake" I let out a groan, falling back on the bed after I had seen him get out of my apartment.

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BUCKY'S P. O. V.

I got in the precinct an hour or so before my shift actually started, but, honestly, I couldn't care less.

I made a bee line to my desk, not bothering on greeting my colleagues "Hey man, are you okay?" Wilson asked, probably noticing how bad I looked like due to the hungover.

"always" I curtly replied, grabbing the manila folders Y/n had been working on, and displaying it in front of me.

"Bucky?" I didn't even need to spare a glance at Steve to see his worried gaze. "what are you doing here? You don't-"

"got a problem" I muttered low enough for only us to hear it. "I- Y/n and I-"

"Please don't tell me that-"

"yeah" I replied before he finished his question. "we were drunk and-"

"Oh c'mon man" Steve sighed and I let myself fall on the chair while he kept pacing besides me. "with her out of everyone? You had to fuck your co-worker, who you've been pinning over for the last four months?"

"Listen, jerk that's not the important thing right here" I hissed, leaning over the desk to be closer to him. "she knows."

"she knew the moment that Dot showed up" he replied, sitting over my desk. "why does it matter anymore though? The trials start in a week."

"I didn't want her to know" I confessed, running my hands over my short hair. "not now, not like this."

"well there's no going back, pal" Steve said with a sad note on his voice. "you gotta- oh, there she goes" squeezing my shoulder, he got up and walked to his own desk. "Mornin' Y/l/n. Isn't it a bit early?"

"I have work to do" she replied emotionless, looking for the folders on her desk. When she didn't find them, she silently walked to stand besides me and, leaning over my desk, she started to grab the folders.

"I won't tell anyone" she whispered in a tone much softer than I expected. "it's your place to do it so don't worry" with that, she came back to her desk.

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It was midnight and Y/n and I hadn't spoken since our brief exchange of words in the morning. Now that we were the last ones left in the department, it was impossible for us not to chat with the other.

It was Y/n who started the conversation.

"Hey listen" she called in low voice, walking to my desk to sit besides me. "I'm sorry for pushing you. I just-" she sighed, scratching her arm distractedly. "I-I just wanted to be wrong, and then" pursing her lips, she spared me a nervous look. "I don't know"

I glanced at her for a moment and, after taking a deep breath, I spoke. "I fell for her when I was really young" I stated. "Hell, I fell hard" she peaked at me, leaving the pencil she was using over the papers. "she was so charming. We got married when I was twenty-six"

"That's..." she looked at me with a puzzled expression on her face. "that's nine years"

"not really" I scratched my neck, feeling Y/n's eyes on me. "we took lots of breaks" I tried focusing on the reports in front of me. "things went south during the last three years, though. We fought. A lot." I scoffed "I loved her so I always blamed myself-"

"Bucky" she cut me off in the most tender way possible. "we- you don't- we don't have to talk about it." before I could tell her that I wanted- no, that I needed to, she spoke again. "unless you want to."

I nodded. "one day I came home late. We argued and she... Uh... Slapped me." I shrugged, not daring to look at Y/n. "and I thought, she's worried, don't mind it." Y/n stayed quiet for me to tell her the rest of the story. "slaps turned into things being thrown at me, and then... Well, you already saw it."

"Your back." I nodded at her guess. "Bucky, those are some serious scars." I just shrugged, not knowing what to answer. "what the hell did she use?"

"what does it look like?"

"I didn't look at them enough to-" I started to unbutton my shirt to take it off. "you sure of what you're doing?" I nodded, leaving the shirt aside. "Okay uh" she stood up and hesitantly traced the scars with her fingers "those three ones gotta be from a belt."

"they are"

"well then she's strong as fuck" I let out a nervous chuckle while she inspected the rest of the scars. "this one... Did she stab you"

My nod was almost unnoticeable "That's the last one"

"I wanna believe that this burn here" her fingers ghosted over it. "isn't one of them." she sighed, grabbing my shirt and handing it to me.

I realized too late my hands were shaking too much for me to be able to button up my shirt. When she noticed this, she kneeled in front of me and did it for me.

"the last time we were together, she ended up stabbing me" her jaw clenched.

"I'm guessing she came here" she got up and came back to her chair. "because you brought a lawsuit against her?"

I nodded, clenching my fists a few times in an attempt to calm my nerves. "she showed up in my house yesterday. That's why I was in the bar."

READER'S P. O. V.

"what are you gonna do tonight?" That question didn't really need to be asked, but still, I did.

"I'll stay in the break room" he replied distracted. "tomorrow I'll figure something"

Without thinking twice, I casually suggested "come to my place"

He shot me a perplexed glance "and then what?" before I could even think about replying, he spoke again. "we fuck again?"

I couldn't help but snort with a note of bitterness in my laugh. "I'm trying to be nice, what the fuck was that?"

"not sure" he muttered absently, a frown forming between his eyebrows. "I'm sorry, I think I'm too tired"

I sighed "yeah, me too" I looked up at the clock and, taking a deep breath, I spoke again "we should go home"

"we?"

"yeah" I got up, not wanting to face him for some reason I could not pinpoint. "You're staying at my place remember?"

"Y/n" he called me "there's still a week left for the trials"

"I think" I grabbed my things and put on my jacket "that we're more than capable of standing each other for a week"

I heard him standing up and I finally turned around to face him again. "Y/n, you don't have to-"

"Oh shut up" I said cut him off, throwing him his jacket. "I bet if it was Steve, you wouldn't be so hesitant"

"of course I wouldn't" he admitted, letting out a chuckle. "he's my bestfriend"

"then- I dunno" I shrugged with a grin on my face while we made our way out. "pretend I'm Steve, but stop complaining"

"That's-" he snorted falling into step with me. "that's so fucking weird"

"why? 'cause we fucked?" there was a beat of silence, but when I looked at him, we both burst into fit laughs.

BUCKY'S P. O. V.

"yeah, because we fucked" I confirmed, looking ahead of us with a smile dancing on my lips. "Where's your place, by the way?"

"what the hell? you were there last night." she shook her head a couple of times with a grin pulling the corners of her mouth. "I guess you were too drunk."

"so were you"

"yeah, but I still know where's my place" she stated proudly.

"what the f- Y/n, that's because it's your place." a snort escaped her lips. "which way, genius?"

"This way, jerk" she placed a hand on my back to guide me and, despite the thick jacket, I could still feel it's warm.

It was in that moment that I realized her touch somehow soothed me, and I found myself wishing she didn't let go of me.

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feelup2lifewithsoundboardvision · 2 years

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Who remembers SHAI🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾

They really was grown for they age 😂😂 and I don't know who wrote their songs, but MAAAAAAAN listen...

This is ALL RELATIONSHIPS MOOD for this year💯

Aaaaaaaaand If I EVER, FALL

IN LOVE!

AGAIIIIIIIIN,

I WILL BE SURE THAT THE LADY IS A FRIIIEEEEEEND🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🎉🎉🎉🎉

Very next time she will be my friend,

SOMEONE WHO I CAN BELIEVE IN,

very next time she will be my FRIIIEEEEEEND!

This song is from last Valentine's Day, and I actually just happened upon it a few minutes ago on YouTube while I was looking for one of my songs to send my dear new friend Kelly, @novellarotational 🤩 . She is so caring she checked on me to see if I'm ok today because Ive definitely had a lot to process over the past week even, yes ALOT in 1 WEEK, and so many Epiphanies came on through all at once last night and into the morning, and I'm just EXHAUSTED from the pressure I've put on myself to perform EVERYTHING in Excelsis IN 2022. AND I WAS NOT OK so her message to me felt like such a blessing and a BIG VIRTUAL HUG Filled with a Sunrise🌞💕

See, what had happened was (😩lol) I literally had just updated my LinkedIn profile this past Wednesday to read that I'm creating winning teams out here for people and then the next day, BOOM. A business relationship in regards to the platform that I was holding my CH Room blew up in my face in the oddest way.

I thought at worst I was just pissed that I came THIS CLOSE to cancelling my commitment to myself and Pal since I found out 45 mins before the to started thanks to great partners and friends who CARE ABOUT ME, and at best lightweight amused at the nerve and the ultra pettiness of it all.

But I had really been unsettled since....just annoyed AF at the drama frfr. It really took much more of an energetic toll on me than I thought it would! After all, I only ran an evening room in this place M-F, supported as many other mods during the week as any human person who left their job to give their all to their business without too much of a cushion could afford to do so, I promoted the CLUB heavy, ai mean I reaaaaally went ALL OUT here...

Then to be treated like TRASH by someone I trusted and invested in on so many levels as if my contribution wasn't JACK really blindsided me. The uncomfortable truth is that while i feel like I truly did NOTHING to deserve to have to deal with that circumstance.....I would be robbing myself AND the other parties blind to conveniently stop there. The reason Ive been unsettled is that throughout my involvement with the club, there were certainly moments I should have asked better questions and had deeper conversations about "little" things and comments here and there, but I clearly didnt care enough to communicate the truth of what was on my mind and heart at an earlier juncture. "Not my problem, they all cray cray 😜" was my observation, and since I am too, i figured 'who am I' to have an opinion, its not my club so ill just smile, nod, and do my own thang and as long as I treat everyone kindly, I'll be cool!

The truth is, there is no one at fault here, we should have just acknowledged that our Visions were never quite aligned, and our perspective on how to handle issues and communication styles weren't either. or, if this was where I was going to have my room about a conversation that means a lot to me, wouldn't it have behooved me to care enough to at least present a conversation that could have been helpful and avoided this whole thing perhaps? I mean, if I actually really care about creating winning teams then having a professional conversation should have been a non-negotiable for me.

Now, I'm not sitting here saying that I am just some awful horrible person and that I'm the only one in the wrong. Not even close.

.... AND....I AM better than that because I KNOW BETTER. I may not have made a speck of a difference, but it clearly couldn't have ended any worst than this LOL! Well it could have actually, in several ways so I still am grateful for Gods Timing! Also, the Universe delivered me into that CLUB, literally tumbled in there and got pinged right away and it was instant connection; and Ive grown so many meaningful relationships through this experience that I'll always have love and respect for them all! There is truly no love lost at the end of the day, not even for myself in the way I handled my part. I am in the delicate launch stage where Ive made a name for myself, created enough content for people to get to know me on a more personal level even though I dont know them, and Im offering my coaching and workplace training programs while also launching a Creation Box Office Collective Experience and also investing in and selling Silver And Gold, while also having a FB GROUP I merged with Sid McNairy......can we say HOLD UP, WAIT A MINUTE?!?

So....over the next few days, Im going to assess where I should be investing my time and energy, periodt. Something had to give a bit and I'm actually just coming to this to Ruth as I write this. it's been therapeutic to really think through the circumstance because the last thing that I want to do is to have another one happen like this.

So how do I avoid that you may ask?

Well, moving forward I realize that I still get to sync deeper into my own self-worth and value. I've been stretching myself too thin and this situation just let me know that.

God made some things SUPER CLEAR in these past few days. it's that I get to think about what the best investment of my time and energy would be. The HeroINE's Journey is not for the faint of heart, I'll say that!

To bring it all full circle? ANYONE that I develop a relationship with that involves an investment of time, energy, with the intention of a currency flow to and through all persons involved?

I will be very, extra special sure that the very next time you will be my friend, someone who I can believe in. And you can take Comfort in knowing that you can count on me to be the same, through and through.

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