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cheriladycl01 · 2 months

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2026 Rewind - Grid x AudiDriver! Reader

Plot: After some devastating deaths within the F1 industry from unmistakable names in 2025, the FIA decide to make a plan to race at all of the old tracks that are iconic but haven’t been on the grid for a while.

A/N: this is racing heavy with only drivers name dropped, but if you want cool Ted and Crofty with Y/N vibes while learning more about some of the FIA Grade 1 Tracks, have a read!

Credit to celestinovietti for the GIF

“So Ted, let’s talk about this years line up. It’s just so iconic that I can’t bear it!” David Croft says as they are in the commentator box at pre-season testing.

“Yeah Crofty, obviously it’s so unfortunate the reason behind what we are calling the 2026 rewind because of some losses we had in the industry and this was the way the FIA decided to pay tribute to those people!" Ted explains before the onscreen for the year comes up.

"So, lets go through the year together and analyze it. We're starting of the season strong in the lovely Kuwait, here at Kuwait Motor Town, this is where we are kick starting off this season. It's a high speed track here just north of where we would typically start in Bahrain. This is a track consisting of 20 turns, and is 5.609km of racing ahead. I'm very excited as no-one in F1 history has raced here in an F1 car. Who do you think's going to do well here Ted?"

"Well, there's some really nice corners, and it's a similar temp to Bahrain so i think it's difficult to tell but I can imagine the Audi with Y/N now having done her rookie season learning all those key values about the F1 car and how it works. McLaren will also be good here, really tightening up the constructors championship this year!" Ted offers looking at all the onboard footage.

"Yes I agree, I think Red Bull tend to be quiet strong a the start of the year naturally and its a game for the other teams to be playing catch up!" Crofty agrees.

"Okay, then after Kuwait, we'll be travelling to and correct me if I'm saying this wrong but the Kyalami Circuit in South Africa near the wonderful capital Johannesburg. It's in replacement of the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix, we haven't raced in South Africa since 1993 and what a beautiful circuit this is, its got some really high speed corners and yeah, I think the Ferrari will really be great on those long straights." Ted says analysis the data of the cars in testing.

"And now here we have with us, Y/N Y/L/N Audi F1 driver here to talk through the rest of the tracks!" David says and points to the camera for you to smile and wave before he pulls out the microphone in front of you.

"Hello!" you grin and David and Ted both burst out laughing.

"What did I miss, I'm really sorry i was late!" you smile looking between them and they both nod in understanding of how tight the weekend schedule could be, they are shocked they actually have your time right now.

"It's completely okay, we understand! We've only introduced Kuwait and South Africa, we are about to move onto the changed Australia track! Your thoughts?" he exclaims and you smile.

"Yeah, obviously it's going to be exciting with all these new tracks that none of us have driven, so of course there was a lot of testing in the sims... but yeah its great to be here in Kuwait, and I'm excited to go to South Africa as well!" you smile.

"Yes, and how do you feel about Australia being changed from Albert Park in Melbourne to the Adelaide Street Circuit?" Ted asks with a grin on his face knowing how you felt about the Australian races.

"Well, after the spider incident in 2022, I've always been so scared to drive in Australia" you giggle, before Crofty pulls up the video of you in P4 of the Australian Grand Prix in 2022.

Y/N - Theres a fucking tarantula in my car Race Engineer - Copy that Y/N - No i dont think you guys get it, its on me

"And you ended up pitting there was no time to get it out of the car because of where it was, you were crying for the rest of the race and you were going so quick so you could just finish that you actually ended up winning your first race here and overtaking Charles Leclerc in, what back then was an Alfa Romeo." Crofty smiles and you nod.

"Yeah, so where ever that race is in Australia I know ill be on edge the whole time, I'll have my crew do like 6 inspections on my car before each session to make sure. It was traumatizing i tell you!" you admit.

"So after what will hopefully be a spider free stint in Adelaide on their street circuit we move on to south east Asia where we will exchange Suzuka Japan, for the Fuji SpeedWay, a truly iconic track before going back to an old favorite of some of the older driver on the grid like Lewis and Fernando in South Korea at the Korea International Circuit!" Ted says showing the line up for the races after Australia.

"I'm really excited for these, the atmosphere of the fans is always amazing and the tracks here are great I think Audi thrive on these sort of tracks and yeah, I'm excited to see what we can do there!" you smile, looking at the spinning track layout that popped up on screen.

You move on to Miami's replacement being the iconic Californian Long Beach Street Circuit.

"And we've been tipped of, by a certain Cash App driver that he'll be taking you to DisneyLand while out there?" he asks looking at you.

"Yes, Liam has already been once and when I said about wanting to go to radiator springs he and Daniel jumped on the opportunity to go, which then Yuki and Max wanted to come so it's now turned into this whole massive group trip!" you laugh knowing that half the grid would come with you guys.

"And of course much like the UK Italy is another pinnacle of Motorsport and we've had to change out two of the iconic track Monza and Imola. So for the first change of Italy we've changed it to the iconic Mugello track which I just really love, don't you Y/N?" Ted asks looking at you.

"Yeah I think Lando and Osc will be really strong there, I'd like to think me and Carlos are as well with the Audi this year... so yeah I'm excited for Mugello! Obviously they raced here in 2020 so it's the most recent of all the races this year to make a return so its only really me, Oscar, Logan, Fred, Theo and Kimi who haven't raced there" you smile analyzing the twisty track up on the screen.

"Yes, then we'll be moving onto, what was probably one of the toughest decisions of this year which was switching out Monaco and what to switch out such an exciting race with, so they didn't its the only race on the calendar this year that has remained unchanged!" David explains making you nod.

"I think, where this year is to show the history of F1 and what it means to all of us, the teams and the fans. And by keeping Monaco on there where its such a historic track, i think that's actually staying true to a rewind year!" you smile, you'd always loved the vibes in Monaco, from the fans to the track to how your car performed there.

"Yeah i agree i think it was the right choice keeping Monaco!" Ted exclaims also loving the vibes at Monaco.

"Okay, then moving all the way to the west, we'll be in Canada moving from Montreal over to Quebec at the second oldest track, the Mont-Tremblant Circuit!" David shows the new Canadian circuit on screen.

"Then after Canada we've got a really special double header with two Spanish Grand Prix's at different locations. We have the Valencia Street Circuit and Del Jarama Circuit. Both very exciting and it will be a long weekend in Spain!"

"I'm excited to see a street circuit in Spain, obviously we had Madrid for the last two years after Barcelona, so I'm excited for both Valencia as a street circuit and Jarama which is such an iconic track because of those tights turns and yeah I'm really excited for this one!" you smile.

"Obviously next one was another tough one, Silverstone again another iconic track and the UK has so many other iconic tracks that its hard to choose, there was talks of Aintree, Watkins Glen and Donington Park but ultimately they went with Brands Hatch what do you think on this?" Ted asks looking over to you, holding up a page showing all the different UK tracks.

"Yeah, I think there's some really iconic tracks in the UK, its my home so i grew up racing on a lot of those tracks in different motorsport categories, I think there's ones that are arguably better for Formula one, which is why Silverstone is the main circuit as it gives for the most interesting race, however for me it would have been a call between Brands Hatch and Watkins Glen so I'm glad that they chose Brands Hatch, I've got some great memories there at testing and showcasing the car or working with the Top Gear team, so I'm excited to race there!" you explain, the United Kingdom is the like Monaco in being both a founder and royalty when it comes to Motorsport.

"I 100% agree with that, however I just love Aintree so much and am gutted we wont see it!" David Croft admits.

"So after Brands Hatch we move to Monsanta in Portugal which we haven't raced in Portugal since 2021 because of the COVID restrictions but that was in Algarve so it'll be interesting to see the difference!" Ted offers looking at the next circuit floating on their screen as he zoom's in on turn 4.

"Then, again there another track we hate to see go even if its for one year but Spa, its so iconic and its one of the most dangerous circuits we race now and it's being swapped out for Circuit Zolder on the other side of Belgium! Thoughts?" David asks out in the open.

"I" you start.

"Well I think" Ted also starts and you both look at each other in shock before laughing. You let Ted go first to say his piece.

"Well, I think it's no where near interesting as Spa, and especially where its the last race before a break... I think it's going to be way more uneventful than Spa!"

"Y/N?" Crofty asks looking at you.

"I actually think the opposite most of the tracks have been very high risk with lost of turns and chicanes and hairpins that really catch you out, however this reminds me of the simplicity of Monza and everyone, everyone loves Monza. So i think it will really even out the mid field cars" you says observing the track that had nice long straights and minimal turns.

"I agree with you there Y/N! Next after Zolder we head over to the heavily missed Nurburgring in Germany, the last time we saw it was 2019 so again, up until our 2019 rookies would have driven there how'd you feel about this track Y/N?" David asks.

"Well, it's such an iconic track for so many reasons I really wanted to race there after I watched Lando, George and Alex all race there in 2019, I was actually there in the paddock that year with Ferrari as a part of their driver development programme" you nod, explaining to them how excited you were for it.

"Now next in the place of Monza which we just mentioned we have a complete wild card of the Scandinavian Raceway in Sweden! Now this, this is one I'm excited for it's a beautiful track and has the coldest track temps we'll probably get all season! So it'll be a real fight to see who can protect their tyres and manage them well!" Ted explains and you nod, knowing it would be an exciting race.

"Then after that we travel to France where we haven't been for a while, however the Bugatti Au Mans Track in France is iconic, there are so many great tracks in France like Paul-Ricard or the Charade Circuit or Dijon de Prenois, all of them are great but the Bugatti hasn't been done is so long and really means a lot historically to the sport" David offers, showing you one of the only tracks you didn't feel too excited a lean towards.

"Then, we move back across to Aisa, going to an age of favorite of the age old Sepang International Circuit in Malasiya which is one fans have been wanting to see back on the race calendar for a while so i wonder if this will stay into 2027!" Ted takes over, and you nod.

"I'm also very excited for Sepang! After Malaysia we move onto the first ever FIA grade 1 race track the Chang Circuit in Thailand, how to we feel about this?" David asks directly looking at you.

"Not only is it a beautiful track, but it means that Alex now has a chance to race at his home track while racing under his home flag and I think he's really excited for it. He's in a great car, the Williams has come leaps and bounds and are top midfield contenders and definitely will be up there fighting for race wins!" you smile, knowing Alex was so happy to have this opportunity to race in his home country.

"I agree Alex Albon to win in Chang Circuit, I've put my money on it! Our next circuit it one that NASCAR share with us in F1 taking it back to the Indianapolis Speedway, on the lower F1 circuit of course rather than the Oval that the NASCAR drivers use!" Ted explains.

"Yeah, that lower track is great, you got the nice curve and we'll be able to get to those really high speeds. It's an iconic US track just like COTA!" you admit, taking a sip of the water you'd brought with you.

"After Indi, we'll make our way a little further down south to the Rio de Janiro International Track in Brazil, which is instead of Sao Paulo" David explains looking at the second F1 track in Brazil, it was a nice track but Sao Paulo had been on the roster for so long.

"Then, we are back in Las Vegas, but not on the Strp track that was created in 2023, no we are going back to the Ceaser's Palace Track and I know many people complain about these Las Vegas Grand Prix's because of the timings and the drivers not really liking driving at 12pm!"

"Yeah, i agree they are really strenuous just like Qatar for the heat but I love the vibe Las Vegas brings and I like the whole weekend with all the activities in the fan zone and yeah I'm excited they used Ceaser's Palace rather than the Pheonix Street Circuit which i know they were considering.

"I agree. Our last two races, then consist of the Buddah International Circuit in India and rounding off instead of in Yas Marina in the Dubai Autodrome, which will be a really nice round off" David exclaims.

Slowly you end the interview up, needing to go down to the track to get into the car for you leg of pre-season testing.

What a year it would be.

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kaijuno · 1 year

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“Since her death in 1979, the woman who discovered what the universe is made of has not so much as received a memorial plaque. Her newspaper obituaries do not mention her greatest discovery. […] Every high school student knows that Isaac Newton discovered gravity, that Charles Darwin discovered evolution, and that Albert Einstein discovered the relativity of time. But when it comes to the composition of our universe, the textbooks simply say that the most abundant atom in the universe is hydrogen. And no one ever wonders how we know.”

—

Jeremy Knowles, discussing the complete lack of recognition Cecilia Payne gets, even today, for her revolutionary discovery.

Cecilia Payne’s mother refused to spend money on her college education, so she won a scholarship to Cambridge.

Cecilia Payne completed her studies, but Cambridge wouldn’t give her a degree because at that time there's not much exposure for woman, so she said to heck with that and moved to the United States to work at Harvard.

Cecilia Payne was the first person ever to earn a Ph.D. in astronomy from Radcliffe College, with what Otto Strauve called “the most brilliant Ph.D. thesis ever written in astronomy.”

Not only did Cecilia Payne discover what the universe is made of, she also discovered what the sun is made of (Henry Norris Russell, a fellow astronomer, is usually given credit for discovering that the sun’s composition is different from the Earth’s, but he came to his conclusions four years later than Payne—after telling her not to publish).

Cecilia Payne is the reason we know basically anything about variable stars (stars whose brightness as seen from earth fluctuates). Literally every other study on variable stars is based on her work.

Cecilia Payne was the first woman to be promoted to full professor from within Harvard, and is often credited with breaking the glass ceiling for women in the Harvard science department and in astronomy, as well as inspiring entire generations of women to take up science.

Cecilia Payne is awesome and everyone should know her.

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midnight-in-town · 7 months

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Let's talk about the "Fenian brotherhood" theory !! :D

Firstly, in case you don't know about it, please go read the theory that our!Ciel's birth name might be Fenian/Fionn/Finnian by @azuresins. It is incredibly relevant to what I'm about to explain next !

TBH, I don't really care about discovering our!Ciel's birth name. However, I truly enjoy this theory and I think it makes a lot of sense, because I absolutely agree with the idea of Vincent supporting (secretly or not) Irish independence, turning him into a political enemy of Queen Victoria...

...which could be very much why he ended up dead.

This theory comes from a private convo with my friend, @dorkshadows and I'll sum up their thoughts (and some of mine) below the cut !

First of all, while we think Claudia, Vincent's predecessor, may have been a personal enemy of Victoria because of whatever happened when Albert died in 1861, Vincent strikes us more as a political enemy precisely because of Brown's comment in ch108.

After all, if our!Ciel, who just managed to thwart their plans of getting the sulin gas, is "more like his father everyday", then it makes sense that Vincent "got in the way" of some of Victoria & JB's war/political plans too. >_>

Now, about the Fenian Cycle book: it was an important symbol for Irish independence and the Fenian Brotherhood that started in the 19th century before it got dissolved in 1880. To quote Wikipedia:

"The Fenian Brotherhood traced their origins back to 1790s, in the rebellion, seeking an end to British rule in Ireland initially for self-government and then the establishment of an Irish Republic. The rebellion was suppressed, but the principles of the United Irishmen were to have a powerful influence on the course of Irish history."

But how would Vincent even get involved with it and why?

In the theory that OC's name is Fenian/Finnian, @azuresins mentioned that maybe it's all related to Cedric K. Ros having Celtic origins. Since we do have one sketch by Yana of one twin bringing the Fenian Cycle book to the Undertaker (the most likely candidate for Cedric K. Ros)...

...it might indeed be a partial answer.

There is another possibility though, entirely thought by @dorkshadows, which is that Rachel (and Ann) might have been of Irish origins too.

After all, a common stereotype for Irish people in many stories is red hair and it's hard to forget that it was a very distinctive characteristic of Ann, Rachel's sister !

In fact, one of their first interactions is Vincent telling Ann to be proud of that hair, which we were told she inherited from her dad, the twins' maternal grandfather.

So Vincent might have not just been talking about Ann's hair color in that scene, but more specifically about her taking more pride in her Irish origins. Obviously though, Dalles/Durless aren't very Irish names, but it is possible that their original family name got anglicized into a more traditionally English name.

In any case, Vincent met Rachel and Ann after already knowing their father :

So it's possible that Vincent was, as the Watchdog, investigating Lord Durless as a nobleman with Irish lineage and possible ally of the Fenian Brotherhood. After all, to quote this article, "the Fenians in England and the British Empire were a major threat to political stability". Then Vincent met and fell in love with Rachel, thus deciding to support the Brotherhood instead.

I'd add that Vincent supporting such a cause simply makes sense, considering that the Phantomhive family, too, might have been burdened by the Watchdog's duty generations ago, because of their "different" lineage (full theory here). On top of that, if you add the possibility that Cedric/UT also was of Celtic origins (many decades or centuries ago) and that Vincent knew Claudia's death was Victoria's fault, it only makes sense that he'd eventually politically antagonize the Queen (both for his parents' sake and for Rachel's).

@dorkshadows also pointed out that, to this day, we don't know if the twins' maternal grandfather is alive or dead in canon : he was important enough to be mentioned in Red's flashback but has been missing from the narrative ever since. Timeline-wise, he could be dead, especially since we never saw him in the Blue Memory arc (our!Ciel's flasback), but we never know with Yana (look at Claudia being hinted in panels ever since the circus arc and probably being incredibly relevant), so it's worth keeping in mind.

Then, moving on to ch132 we know that, when the twins were born, Rachel is the one who named them.

Coincidentally (read: it's probably not a coincidence xD), ch132 had the cover with Vincent reading the Fenian Cycle book to the twins and it's also the chapter in which Vicar Rathbone casually says that one twin/both twins (it's deliberately ambiguous in Japanese) have a name that is "rare for England" :

Many fans, myself included, thought that "Ciel" was the name being discussed there, but maybe they were actually talking about our!Ciel's celtic birth name ! To quote @azuresins, in that case that'd basically mean that, in that scene above, "Vincent said to an ENGLISH PRIEST [...] that people of Celtic origin deserved freedom, and to be treated better and that it probably was soon to come".

No wonder that Vicar Rathbone would immediately change the topic lmao ! xD

Vicar Rathbone be like

It is also very meaningful that Rachel decided to give the "Fionn/Fenian/Finnian" name to our!Ciel ("the spare"), as if to emphasize that he was free to make his own path in life, as the second son, unburdened by earldom. Choosing such a meaningful name might even be a parallel to Vincent's own situation with Frances as his spare, since both also have names with a meaning relating to victory and freedom.

Another important detail, as @azuresins already explained here, is that Fenian Cycle is also a tale of revenge and that our!Ciel parallels Fionn big deal, making it all even more relevant. And maybe Yana left other hints in her artworks too...

Finally, historically the Fenian Brotherhood officially got dissolved around 1880 (the twins were 5 years old), but it's always possible that, in Kuroverse, Vincent managed to make it thrive secretly as the Watchdog. The Fenian Brotherhood caused several incidents, including after 1880 (they assassinated a British Chief Secretary in 1882), so it wouldn't be impossible that the Queen eventually found out that Vincent didn't properly take care of them, because he was supporting them.

And when she found out? Well, she branded Vincent a political enemy and we know the rest (the household was massacred in 1885 and the killer most likely received help from real!Ciel, more details in the real!Ciel mastermind theory hehe).

The idea that Vincent ultimately became a political enemy of Victoria because he fell in love with Rachel makes their death...

...even more emotional to me, since Rachel probably died trying to protect Vincent. T_T

TL;DR that's the Fenian Brotherhood theory: because they supported an Irish rebellious group that wanted freedom, Vincent & Rachel were branded political enemies of Victoria and she & JB plotted their deaths, which led in happenstance to the RCMT.

(friendly reminder that the twins are 7, when Vincent asked Dee to look after them should he die)

I hope it was clear ! Thanks for reading. :))

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canonicallyobserving911 · 1 month

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Buck & Eddie: Buck died for three minutes and seventeen seconds!

In 6x12, Eddie told Buck, “You died, Buck!” but Maddie told him, “Buck, you died” and Bobby said the same thing in 6x15 during Buck’s performance review (related post linked here).

Was Buck dying a huge deal? YES! And apparently, it affected everyone but Buck. Eddie cried in Buck’s hospital room, Chris asked him to come back, Maddie cried, Bobby kept vigil by Buck’s bedside with his rosary beads, Athena knew the effect his death would have on her husband because he sees Buck as a son and she told him to “Wake up damn it”. Chimney cried, Hen did too and May was worried about the effect Buck’s death would have on Bobby just like Athena was worried. Chimney told Albert they had to take Margaret out because she was hysterical but the audience didn’t see her cry like we did everyone in Buck’s found family and I believe that was on purpose (post linked here).

Now, onto 7x1 where Buck told Eddie that he broke up with Natalia because all she talked about was death and he’s not sure why he thought dating her was a good idea (neither did the audience but ok, that was the decision that was made so there’s nothing that can be done about it). TM (showrunner) said in a recent interview, Buck was tired of talking about his "death" and he’s ready to find happiness. If that’s true, then great but if he’s really moved on from it, why didn’t anyone including Eddie, who knows Buck to his core (RG's words) see the growth? Reminder, Eddie's response to Buck's breakup was, "Welcome back to the land of the living, Buck. You were truly missed."

The timeline for last night’s episode was so messed up that it was hard to make heads or tails of anything. Bobby initially bought their cruise tickets in 5x18 but their trip got postponed at the end of 6x1 since Athena's father had a stroke. It begs the question did those tickets get refunded and he purchased new ones because Athena told Frank, two months before they left on their cruise, which happened a year after the bridge collapse 🤷🏽‍♀️that Bobby bought the tickets a week ago, so who knows what time period it is in this realm or wherever they’re in right now. The way things played out, dare I say it but it kind of seems like they’re all still living in Buck’s coma dream but hey, maybe it’s being done on purpose.

Back to the regularly scheduled program…

Reminder, Buck died! And according to Eddie, he was dead for three minutes and seventeen seconds. He was literally dead and even though Chimney worked on Buck for three minutes, he couldn’t restart Buck’s heart, only Eddie could and the last seventeen seconds was all him!

These things happened and they’re important but for some reason, Buck’s death along with everything else that happened to him in season 6 are being treated like they didn’t happen or as if they were of no consequence. In 6x12, Dr. Salazar told Buck that people who have near death experiences either go back to their lives like nothing’s changed or they make a drastic change and quit their jobs, divorce their spouses or they go to Italy.

Well… Buck’s done NEITHER of those things since he’s still doing the same job and he didn’t do anything drastic like move out of the loft or something, just anything other than saying and proclaiming he's happy now all of a sudden. Him breaking up with Natalia wasn’t drastic since he broke up with Taylor in season 5. It would have been different if it had been his first time choosing something for himself but it wasn't.

IMO, the way his death is being glossed over makes it seem like there’s something else that could happen with Buck after 7x6 airs. Reminder, there will be a mini hiatus just like there was between 6x12 and 6x13 and everyone should remember the drastic change that took place then. Buddie and the Buckley-Diaz family were prominent more than any other ship in that episode. Now, be clear, I’m not saying Buck will have a breakdown (even though he's overdue to have one and him crying over Eddie being shot is not the same thing) but I will say he’s headed for a storm. Also, his life is paralleling Eddie’s after the shooting and to me it seems off because Buck’s happy but no one knows why or how he got there. It appears he’s hiding how he truly feels the same way Eddie did before he started panicking followed by his breakdown. Additionally, it appears Buck’s continuing to parallel Athena’s arc for this season too and if he is then, his fear or whatever has him “terrified” will come into play later in the season (post about Bathena and Buddie parallels linked here).

I fully understand the show only has so much “real estate” per episode, as TM described it but in season 6 (which I know should be a distant memory by now for a lot of reasons), the audience only SAW Buck start things but there wasn’t any resolution to any of them. THEY WERE ALL UNFINISHED BY THE END OF 6X18.

In 6x1, he wanted to be interim captain but that storyline fell off a cliff and wasn’t revisited.

In 6x2, he wanted to be happy and apparently, according to OS and TM, this season he’ll be going after the things that make him happy but NO ONE BUT BUCK knows what those things are.

In 6x4, he thought long and hard about being Connor’s sperm donor but there were two things he said that were left unfinished and unresolved.

When he was at Hen’s house, he told her he didn’t want to turn them down but he never said why.

At the end of the episode, he told Connor and Kameron he didn’t know what he wanted (I still think that was a lie but I digress) but he was willing to give them what they wanted.

The audience doesn’t know why Buck didn’t want to turn them down and if he would have said why, there wouldn't be an issue. Also, he never explained what he wants but I suppose the audience is just supposed to forget all about those two important factors and move on the way Buck has. As a viewer, wanting answers to close main characters' storylines is a fair request since we’ve all seen Buck repeat the same mistakes and remain on the hamster wheel (OS’s words) for the last three years with no resolution.

In 6x7, he was adamant about donating even though the universe kept screaming at him not to do it and it went so far as to stop his Jeep on the street but he ran there anyway. Also, only him and Eddie touched the cursed bracelet during that episode but nothing came of that either.

In 6x9, he told the team he was the creator of new life and he had a onesie on the nightstand with an LAFD logo on it but that too went absolutely nowhere (posts linked here and here).

In 6x10, he died! But also, before he did, he talked a lot about family but no one knows if he wants his own family or if he’s happy with his biological or found or both.

In 6x11, he was in a coma for most of the episode where it was all about him (he was making things about himself again like everyone has told him he does) but when he woke up, he told Bobby there was one thing he couldn’t fix while he was in it but since he didn’t say it, NO ONE KNOWS WHAT THAT IS.

In 6x12, when Eddie asked him if could ask him how he was, Buck replied, “Honestly Eddie… I don’t know”; well, since he didn't say it, neither does the audience. Also, he went to Maddie’s and told her about his coma dream but the only part the audience heard was that it was never nighttime and the first thing he does when he wakes up is text Bobby.

In 6x13, he knew how to do math and his life appeared to be going where he wanted it to but then, 6x14 happened and his math powers were gone.

In 6x15, aside from meeting the DeAtH dOuLA and telling her about his dream (which the audience didn’t hear then either), he told Eddie while they were in the cemetery, “The truth is… I am different but I feel like I have to be the same old Buck, mostly for the sake of everyone else”. Is he still being the same old Buck now? Who knows?

From 6x16 through 6x18, Buck was still acting like the same old Buck then he ended the season in another lackluster boring relationship with someone who he believed SAW him but everyone knows she didn’t see $hit.

Now here’s my main issue and please don’t misunderstand me. If Buck’s all great and happy, FINE but it’s hard to correlate his new found happiness with everything he’s been through especially since the audience didn’t get to see his journey. He’s not in therapy and he’s not reading self-help books or whatever anymore so how did he get from point A to point B? Inquiring minds would like to know.

Since the audience remains in the dark, are we supposed to just accept him saying he’s better? I’m not buying that snake oil they’re selling and my reasoning for it is based on two things. First, Buck identifies himself as a firefighter but that wasn’t addressed before season 6 ended because IMO it tied in with everything else he experienced. Also, Buck’s actions in the promos and trailers make it seem like he’s hesitant about something regarding his job. Could the narrative change? ABSOLUTELY but if it doesn’t, no one knows if he is or isn’t still struggling.

Reminder, Buck broke up with Natalia but Eddie didn’t know and why is that? Their lack of communication could be due to the wacky time jumps or the miscalculation of them but in any event, they hadn't discussed it even though they're working together again. In 7x1, they kept showing how close they are but there’s obviously some things they still haven’t discussed including Buck’s death. Please note, Buck is once again paralleling Athena since there’s something she hasn’t told Bobby too. They're both not saying the stuff they should be and if they continue to parallel then all should be revealed soon.

This post is simply to highlight the fact that Buck took another journey but once again, the audience has NO IDEA how he got there just like at the end of season 5 when he finally ended things with Taylor. Sure he broke up with her but he didn’t do it because he was unhappy, he did it because she did something he probably knew she would do anyway especially since she betrayed the 118 and Bobby in 2x6 so what exactly is the audience supposed to believe? He’s changed even though we didn’t see it? I call BS and I think TM is lying just like he did about Eddie’s PTSD. He said Eddie wouldn’t go through it but a few months later he did and it was important to his healing.

Will anything come of all the things Buck experienced in season 6? Who knows but apparently the audience is just supposed to roll with the idea that he’s 100% better even though we didn’t see any of it. Reminder, we saw everyone else’s journey and how they clawed their way back after their breakdowns, i.e., Eddie’s, Maddie’s, Athena’s, Chimney’s and even Bobby’s after he had two, one in 2x16 and one in season 1 after the plane crash but we’re supposed to accept the fact that Evan “Please don’t leave me, I make things about me and I like to fix things” “Buck” Buckley is ok? NOPE! I’m not buying it.

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 abc #911 on abc #911 meta #911 speculation #911 spoilers #anti bucktalia #911 season 7 #911 season 7 speculation #evan buckley character study 911 #oliver stark #ryan guzman

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soberscientistlife · 1 year

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I did not know that!

OH WAIT LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT CECILIA PAYNE.

Cecilia Payne’s mother refused to spend money on her college education, so she won a scholarship to Cambridge.

Cecilia Payne completed her studies, but Cambridge wouldn’t give her a degree because she was a woman, so she said to heck with that and moved to the United States to work at Harvard.

Cecilia Payne was the first person ever to earn a Ph.D. in astronomy from Radcliffe College, with what Otto Strauve called “the most brilliant Ph.D. thesis ever written in astronomy.”

Cecilia Payne is the reason we know basically anything about variable stars (stars whose brightness as seen from earth fluctuates). Literally every other study on variable stars is based on her work.

Cecilia Payne is awesome and everyone should know her.

#womens history month #women's history month #women in science

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Dance of Time 1

D A N C E O F T I M E

“A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.” -Bukowski

Summary: You were finally back in the hometown you left right after graduation, researching the mysterious manor that laid outside of the town limits. Your family was acting weird, and the owner of the manor seemed to know more about you than he should. Everything changed when you entered the manor, and you weren’t sure your dance with time was going to last very long.

Pairing: Vampire BTS x Human Reincarnated Reader

Status: Ongoing (random updates)

Genre: soulmate au, reincarnation, yandere themes, possessive boys, angst, fluff, poly au, vampire au,

Warnings: smut, violence, tempers, mentions of death, murder, some explicit descriptions of violence, blood,

Chapter Warnings: stalking, small town legends, death, violence, mentions of stabbing and blood, slight yandere behavior,

Masterlist // Chapter 2

Taglist: @psychosupernatural @carolinexkpop @strxwbloody @strawberry-moonpies @dustyinkpages @iamkookiesforyou @anaspectoflife @btsw1fe @yoongisgirl69 @toughbook @yoongibabs

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Insanity

Albert Einstein once said that insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. Following the same routine and believing things would change, would move how you wanted them to.

Through studying history, you found this phenomenon to be accurate. So many events in history could have been prevented if they only looked back and did something different. Followed a different course. Chose a different path.

You were reminded of this every day, as you stared at your research, wondering why nothing was changing in your life. You were coming up on 27, the past six years of your life spent doing research and visiting historical sites. You were a historian, your passion for learning turned into a love for digging deeper into different events.

Your last project saw you crawling through underground tunnels in Edinburgh, writing about the day to day lives of the people living there when they were built. Your specialty, however, was the small-town ghost stories that seemed legend. You loved trying to find facts over rumors with regards to each town’s Boo Radley. And now, it seemed like it was time to discover the truth about your very own Boo Radley.

You had been missing home lately, and had been planning a visit to the small town you had grown up in. You left as soon as you graduated high school, wanting to get away from the people who had made your life mundane, all whilst making something of your life. You had decided, during your trip home, that you would do a story on the Weeping Manor, the large home that stood on the outskirts of your hometown.

It was, according to the older generation, originally a boarding house for miners that would travel to the area. Sometimes railroad workers would stay there, but it was mostly people looking to get rich quick on the gold nuggets found within the area.

Everyone had grown up with the stories, how the original owners had come home to find their lover dead at the bottom of the grand staircase, or how they killed her themselves when she could not choose between them. Your personal favorite, the one your grandmother told you, was that they were demons who had thrown their life away to be with their love, and how the angels had killed her in retaliation.

As a child, your romantic heart had loved the story of forbidden lovers and had requested the tale every night you stayed with your grandmother. She would always smile at you, a twinkle to her eye as she spoke. She would speak with such conviction that you never would have realized the story wasn’t true if you didn’t share tales with the other kids at school.

“All stories hold truth, it’s all about whether you are brave enough to find it or not.” Those were the words she always told you when you confronted her about her “lies”. They are also the words you live by, constantly searching for the truth in every story you hear.

You were currently on a plane home to Sacramento, the nearest airport to your hometown at least two hours north of the bustling state capitol. You were lucky enough to get the window seat, and no one else in your aisle. The empty wine glass sat on the table in front of you, your notebook in hand as you tried to write out everything you knew or could remember about the Weeping Manor. You also tried to plan what your next steps would be.

Primary sources would be on the list first, hoping your town’s library still held any firsthand accounts of when it was a boarding house. Then, you would need to find the current owners of the manor and hope they would allow you to tour the building or see any of their handed down documents that might not be already within the library’s records.

It was a long process to endure, but you loved it. You loved doing research and digging into records. It was like having history underneath your own fingertips. It was an honor for you.

“Miss, can I get you another glass?” You were startled out of your thoughts, turning to the curious stewardess as she glanced at your open notebook.

“Oh uh, no thank you.” You smiled politely, not liking when anyone tried to glance over your shoulder. You closed your notebook before she could question anymore and watched as she nodded and continued down the aisle.

You had about three hours left of your flight, and knew your uncle was probably already at the airport waiting for you. Your uncle was the only family left in the state, everyone moving on and away from the small mountain town.

“Better opportunities” they claimed, as if they never wanted to leave in the first place.

It’s not like you were any different though, but you appreciated your uncle and how he stayed to take care of your grandmother. You helped out whenever you could, sending money for food or heat, or even helping to buy your uncle a new car to better help your grandma get around in.

You uncle was a stout man in his late forties, your dad’s younger brother who loved to joke around and helped you play pranks on your family when you were younger. He was known as the ‘fun uncle’ and raised his two children the same. You loved when you got to spend time with them, but now, your cousins had their own families and lived in separate states. Your uncle visits them twice a year, spending a couple weeks with each child when he can.

He was the man you wish your father could have become, had he not passed when you were a baby. You grew up with your single mother, doing her damned best to take care of and raise you. She worked multiple jobs for as long as you could remember, and always did her best to attend every single one of your school’s award ceremonies.

Exhaustion

That was what the doctor ultimately decided for her cause of death. You had tried to wake her up, thankful she had finally gotten some rest; she wouldn’t wake up.

It took a long time for you to even think about your mom after she passed, instead pushing yourself into your work to make sure your family would be taken care of and would never have to worry about working again. Even now, your family tried to get you to rest, to take a vacation of sorts, but you just couldn’t.

Your aunts and cousins always asked when you would be having your own children, when they would meet your significant other. You just laughed, knowing it wasn’t going to happen. Your grandmother would always just tell you that your fate was written in the stars, mimicking something your mother told you.

You just never realized the old bat knew the truth. That she knew more than she was letting on.

-*-*-

“Get your ass over here and give me a damn hug!” You didn’t hold back a grin as you watched your frail grandma run down her front steps and practically jump into your arms, ignoring her own words.

You squeezed her as tight as you could without hurting her, pouring all your love for her into the small show of affection. She squeezed you back twice as hard, her hands rubbing up and down your back as she got on her tip toes and kissed you on the cheek. You could feel a slap to your back before she pulled away, a grin on her lips.

“You are getting too old. You need to give me some grandbabies.” She offhandedly states, not waiting for a reply as she walks slowly back into the house. You stare at her wide eyed, not expecting those words to come out of her mouth.

You and your uncle look at each other, a laugh bubbling from your throat as he rolls his eyes and mocks her. “I saw that, William!” Her yell sounds from the kitchen, shocking you both and making you move as quickly as you can to grab your bags and go into the house.

You make your way to the room you grew up in, the walls a light shade of purple with the same fairy lights your mother said would make the monsters stay away hung from the bed frame. She gave you those after your father passed away, claiming they would keep you safe.

“I told you that old bat didn’t change anything.” You uncle’s voice came from behind you, moving around you to put your suitcase on the bed for you to deal with later.

“You were always her favorite. The second I moved out she turned my room into a library.” He scoffed, a hidden laugh under his breath. “When your aunt moved out, she threw a party.” That had you laughing, imagining the look on your aunt’s face as she left.

“Yeah, well aunty Laura was always the one that everyone claimed would send grandma into an early grave.” Your aunt Laura was the baby and was about 7 years younger than your uncles, and about twice as rebellious. She now lives in LA and has her own record label, according to your cousin.

“That’s for sure…” He paused, looking around the room until he landed on the stuffed animals in the center of your pillows. “She’s worried about you, you know. She keeps talking about something coming, that you need to be told.” You narrow your eyebrows at his words, wondering what the heck your grandma was so worried about.

“The doctors say she is in the beginning stages of dementia, but she swears up and down she is as sane as God. Don’t know how that is supposed to calm me down.” Your uncle rolls his eyes again, before making a swirling motion above his head, causing a large grin to grow on your lips.

“Anyways, I’ll let you get settled. Mama’s in there cooking up some deer meat Peter brought over.” You nodded, your uncle not wasting another second before leaving your room, closing the door behind him.

You turn back around, not wasting a second before sitting on the middle of your bed and pulling your laptop out of your carry on. Now that you were home, you could start writing your research notes. You grabbed your small, leather notebook out of your bag as well, pulling out your to do list as well as the list of things you remember or already know about the manor.

You had two pages already filled out, mainly just what legends you remember along with facts about the manor, like the address and any known affiliates associated with the upkeep of the “historical landmark”. The first name that popped up was a Jim Kelly, the assistant to the owner of the property, who is the main person everyone goes through with regards to the manor.

According to the emails you’ve been sending back and forth, the building and surrounding property is owned by the Kim family and has been under their possession since it was built. It is inherited by the first-born son in each generation, and his current employer is the most recent owner.

You had been trying for a week now to make an appointment to talk to Mr. Kim, but he seems to be almost unreachable to the public. He handles all business through Mr. Kelly, giving the man almost full control of the property.

Scratching that off your list for now, you decide you are going to go to the library first thing in the morning, see what information or records you could find there. Who knows, maybe Mrs. Shay is still the librarian and will let you into the back room where the closed off records are located.

You sit on your bed thinking and planning until your grandma comes knocking on your door, claiming she’ll have your behind if you don’t come and eat dinner right now. Which leads you to where you are now, sitting across from your grandma as you ask her about the legends again.

“Why do you want to hear that story again? You haven’t wanted to hear it in years.” She had her eyes narrowed, your lips turned down as she watches your face, looking for any tell you could give.

“Please grandma. I—” You close your eyes as you are interrupted, your grandmother apparently not done with her scolding.

“Don’t give me that. You haven’t been having any dreams, have you? Don’t you lie to me Y/n.” Your brows knitted in confusion, wondering what she meant by having dreams.

Your grandma froze, your uncle bringing his head to rest in the palms of his hands, a small groan leaving his lips. A slap from your grandma has him straightening, moving to grab your plates and bring them into the kitchen.

“I’m sorry. I don’t remember much about that house. Just that it still exists and that the building is getting slowly renovated.” With that, you watch your grandma stalk back to her room down the hallway, slamming her door as she closes it.

“Did I ask something wrong?” You ask yourself, not knowing what made your grandma so upset that she walked away and slammed her door. She’s never done that, not even when your aunt Laura lived at home. Moving to get up, you are stopped by a hand on your shoulder, your uncle looking at you with a glint of worry and…something else in his eye.

“Sit.” You nod, sitting back down as he moves to sit in the seat your grandma was previously occupying.

“Listen, I don’t know what is truth and what is fiction.” Your uncle started, looking even more worn down than when his youngest moved out of the home.

“Stories about Weepin’ have been goin’ around longer than even mama’s been around. The most common legend is the one mama’ told us and you guys when we were all younger.” You nod, remembering the time you and your cousins all sat around grandma as she sat in her chair and captured our attention with the stories.

“Apparently, seven men moved down here during the miner movement, and fell in love with one of the town’s few single women. A nurse who worked in the tents helping injuries that came from the mines. It was love at first sight, some even called them soulmates. However, not everyone minded. A lot of the men were jealous and the few other women were envious of her for nabbing the seven men.” You don’t remember this from grandma’s story and wonder where he heard this part.

“A couple months into the relationship, the men struck gold, literally, even helping to build most of the older buildings in town. They built Weepin’ Manor with her in mind, tons of rooms and even a library. During this time, unfortunately, a lot of bodies were turning up, some saying drained of blood, others saying their bodies were torn apart. No one really knows. But the blame was put on the seven men.”

“People claimed they were working with the devil, Demons come to take advantage of the sin of gold. Tales of screams heard from inside the manor. Well, one day, someone claimed they saw one of the men feeding from a traveler in the woods behind the mine’s entrance. The town grew outraged,” Your eyes were wide as you listened to the story your uncle was telling. He seemed serious as he spoke, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you.

“When the men left town for the day, some of the townsmen stormed the manor, not thinking they would have left their woman behind. When they returned, she was found dead, her throat slit and her stomach stabbed through into the mattress. The found her with the knife still lodged in her abdomen.” You moved your hand to cover your mouth in shock, hearing this version for the first time. You couldn’t believe the whole town would turn against this family like that. That they could kill one of their own so violently just for being there.

It made you unbelievably angry.

“The seven men were so distraught, they are said to have burnt the entire town to the ground, the only buildings left somewhat unscathed were the library and the old apothecary, buildings which their lover helped build. After the town was burnt, the men are said to have killed themselves, unable to take the grief of their loss.” You take notes in your mind, trying everything you could to remember the entirety of the story, swearing to yourself you would write it down as soon as you got to your notebook.

“It was dubbed Weepin’ manor by the locals around 1880, some…. Forty years after the town was rebuilt. Folks said they heard people crying in there, even claimed they saw the spirits of the men. But nothing was ever proven.” Your uncle stopped, looking at you with something you didn’t recognize… guilt maybe? It was completely unlike him, so out of character you were becoming increasingly worried.

Before you could ask if he was alright, your uncle was shooting up and out of his seat, exclaiming that he was beat and he was going to bed. He came over and kissed your forehead, before walking down the same hallway your grandmother’s room is on.

Your head was hurting, everything happening so quickly you were now in the dining room alone, stuck with your thoughts. You had never heard that version of the legends before, and with the way your uncle was talking, it seemed as if he knew the truth. Like he actually believed in what he was telling you.

Getting up from your seat, you slowly made your way to your room, despite the urgency you felt, and opened your notebook again to write down everything your uncle told you. It took you over an hour, making sure you wrote down every single detail, no matter how important it seemed. It took over 12 pages in your notebook, and a couple things underlined to look for in the records tomorrow.

You spent the entire night going over the story, trying to pick out anything that seemed off, or didn’t match the research you had already done prior to coming home. Something about the story was pulling at your insides, like it wasn’t the entire story. You could feel your heart clawing at your chest, the pain making you pause in your thoughts.

It was like something was stabbing you, the pain making its way into your back and having you bite your tongue to prevent crying out and possibly waking your family.

You were frantic in trying to close the curtains, praying to the gods that they would leave your family alone. You had done everything you could, helped so many of your neighbors. You tried to move forward to the staircase, but the corner of the door caught the bottom of your dress, making you pause to remove the cloth.

“Come now, Ellie. You will be safe if you come with us.” You heard the mayor, Michael, say through the front door. Your movements became even more frantic, choosing to rip the cloth instead of trying to fight the door.

You raced up the steps and into the guest bedroom, shutting the door behind you right as you heard the front door being broken down. Yelling tore through the bottom floor, glasses being smashed, a particular vase you loved, as it was a gift from…being thrown to the ground, causing a sob to leave your lips.

“Ellie darling. They can’t mind control you any longer.” The footsteps moved up the stairs as you hid under the bed, hand over your mouth to she couldn’t hear you cry. A whimper tore through your lips as the door was thrown open, a laugh sounding throughout the room.

The pain in your chest was gone, your heart beating fast as you tried to breathe through the onslaught of tears. You were overcome with emotions: fear, pain, agony, and love. Like they were your own emotions, but you had no reason to feel this way. The… vision you had was just that, a vision. You were probably so sleep deprived that you had a hallucination of some sort.

The only thing that was weird was that it was like you were there, experiencing everything as if it was going on now. You could still hear the echoes of the things smashing from below you. Could hear the laughter of that man in your ears as the fear filled your lungs. Ellie. You wonder if it was short for something, maybe Elizabeth?

Another note made in your notebook, writing down the description of your hallucination. Another 5 pages written down. You felt that your hallucination was somehow connected to the manor, even if it didn’t make any sense.

Deciding it was a good time to sleep, you put your notebook down. You didn’t want another lifelike hallucination, and if sleeping kept them away, you would sleep. You took your suitcase and bag off your bed, placing them at the edge, and climbed under your covers, before turning your bedside lamp off and trying to sleep.

-*-*-

“She’s finally back.” The man spoke, his body stood in the trees behind the small house. His view was of your sleeping body, rested against your pillows and the stuffed animal he sent your mother when you were little.

A smile was rested on his lips as he watched you sleep; his protective instincts finally being soothed after having you in his sights after so long.

“I was surprised when Jimmy told us she had messaged him, asking about the manor. I wonder if the dreams have started back up again?” The first man turned his head, smirking at the younger who approached from behind, intertwining their hands together.

“They don’t seem to be dreams this time around. She thinks she is hallucinating.” A click to his tongue sounds out as you shift in your sleep, clutching at the teddy bear making his undead heart warm.

“Joon says he is going to have Jimmy email her tomorrow about a meeting. He doesn’t want to waste any time in having her again. That old bat already kept her from us once, he doesn’t want it to happen again.” The older man quirks his head, listening to the bitter tone his younger mate held. The contempt for the old women palpable as he looks at his mate.

“We won’t have to worry about her, or him this time. They know what will happen if she is kept from us again.” Both men’s eyes flash red, their reflection against your window showing the veins creeping up their eyes at the remembrance of you leaving town the first time.

“She won’t be able to hide from us again.” Turning around and back into the tree line, the younger steals once last glance at your sleeping form before letting himself be dragged into the trees, food being the only thing on his mind once again as he let the feeling of the hunt take over once more.

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when you try to kiss them on their cheek as a distraction | spirit, mastermind, legion (frank).

who needs deception, red herring or diversion as a distraction, what about a smooch instead. — this one's quite shorter than my other drafts that will probably never see the light of the day ever again. just want to put something silly out for my favorite killers <3 was gonna add our golden boys trickster and ghostface but i ran out of ideas :(( i might include them the next time i make a part 2 to this.

content: lowercase intended, partially not proofread, gender neutral reader, ambiguous as to whether or not the reader is dating the killers, spirit — dwight cameo | mastermind — basically ranting how i don't know how to navigate rpd | legion — elodie cameo, frank is a stinky tunneler.

RIN YAMAOKA | THE SPIRIT

desperate times call for desperate measures. poor dwight is on his death hook and he cannot waste any more time for his team to do their objectives. the vicinity is naked of resources for him to utilize, and you don't have a flashlight in your hands to prevent him from getting picked up.

you didn't really leave much time into brainstorming your next move, as soon after, you've heard a loud scream just near you.

and of course it had to be dwight, if only you weren't so finicky with using pallets in the area, he would've last longer.

dwight and rin are out in the open, which could've been such a free blind, but you've got something else in your mind.

swooping just as rin's had dwight on her shoulder, you jumped and cupped her face, kissing her cheek, all in a rapid second.

rin's confused and stands with dwight on her shoulders. why... would you do that? doesn't know if she should be shocked or just go through with her spree while her cheeks are heating up.

dwight's just as confused as rin, he can't see anything but the dirty ground, what's going on? why is the spirit making confused noises?

you backed up afterwards and tugged your arms together behind your back, reminiscent of a child feigning to be innocent when they are being scolded.

your plan didn't work out as you planned it to be, as rin was recovering from the stunt you pulled. but she was bamboozled enough for dwight to wiggle out, in his merry way to a tile with no resources, again.

mission failed succesfully.

ALBERT WESKER | THE MASTERMIND

you're fighting for your life not to get on death hook. but lady luck didn't seem to be on your side the very moment all of you were sent to rpd.

not only do some of the corridors & rooms are barely lit, it was extremely difficult to navigate the area. where do these stairs lead to? where do these hallways lead to? why did i just came back from where i've been last time?

attempting to find refuge, you look for the rest of your teammates, but that's the problem, you can't find any of them. although it was an ideal situation for everyone to be split up and doing their own generators, that wasn't really the time for that, you need to survive as much as possible.

when you turn around a corner, you didn't expect wesker to be standing by the edge of the room, as if he knew you'd come by.

wesker chuckles, prepping the tentacle in his hand, "i've got you where i wanted..."

you have no time to take in what just happened and what is about to happen, but you refuse to not get out of your situation.

in pure panic, you shoved your open hands in front of his face, "wait! wait! wait!"

surprisingly enough, wesker is intrigued of your stalling technique, so lowers his tentacles and hears you out.

there's a suffocating tension and silence between the both of you when you just stare at each other. when you've gotten uncomfortable of the current situation you're in, you swiftly press your lips against his cheek and ran as far away as you can. it's not the best last resort manuever one can think of, but it's the only one you can think of during the moment.

wesker touches the cheek that you kissed with his gloved hand, smirking to himself. he intentionally lets you get away with it, giving you a feign hope of surviving. he'll give you time to indulge in your wishful thinking of surviving the trial before he spooks you again.

FRANK MORRISON | THE LEGION

the only killer you'd genuinely get away with something so silly.

you're trying your best to protect elodie, who has been constantly tunneled the entire game. seeing as there's one generator left, and frank is struggling to pressure the team, he might as well target a survivor and get them out of the trial before the last generator pops.

everyone, including you, is injured, thanks to frank's insane capability of injuring almost everyone swiftly.

you've been sticking with elodie after she got off from her second hook, since you nor the rest of your team has not been hooked yet, you figured you can perform a little risky and even trade hooks with elodie in any case she might be in danger.

but of course, there's little chance that your plan will work. you hear frank approaching while you're patching up elodie in the shack, so you halted the healing and gestured elodie to carefully run away from the shack. "i'll be right behind you", you encouragingly whispered to her.

when you follow right after elodie, the first thing you've noticed was that frank had already seen the both of you, yet still goes for elodie.

you rapidly stood in front of elodie with your arms raised up in attempt to guard her. she can't risk leaving the area lest she gets hit. "w—w—wait! may i interest in something, frank?", you ask the man in front of you.

he brushes off your question for a while, shoving you out of the way. "hm... sure, why not. but i'll deal with her first".

time is ticking. your go to should be to stand face to face with frank yet again, but he can easily shove you aside like previously. suddenly, as if a lightbulb has lit up above you, you attempt to execute a plan that took barely a second to figure put.

elodie runs for her life, seeing as you're too far away to help her. frank was quick to follow, confident enough to get her out of the trial and can finally manage to pressure your team. but frank's brain stops when he feels a hand grab his arm, immediately forcing him to stand still and look at you. unintentionally so, you look like you're pleading him not to kill your team, with your brows furrowed and tears welling up in your eyes, both are the results from the injury he has inflicted on you minutes ago.

frank thinks it's cute but it's not enough for him to take pity on neither you or your friends, if that was the message you were trying to convey.

he was almost out of your grip until you harshly lower his head down by tugging aggressively at his arm, placing a peck in his mask where his cheeks would lay beneath.

shortly after, the both of you look at each other in silence. your brows are still furrowed but your lips are pursed as a straight line. from the inside, frank is exploding with how adorable you look right now. he audibly stutters from embarrassed he is, but luckily it was muffled so you can't decipher what noises he's making.

elodie is long gone in the vicinity, luckily for all of you. but now you have to deal with the problem at hand, how are you going to escape the killer's grasp now? but you suppose you can endure one hook stage, considering elodie was the only one hooked throughout the trial.

you come back to your senses and entirely lose your grip in frank's arm and ran as far away as you possibly can without disturbing your team. you don't know if you're lucky or unlucky that frank hurriedly runs after you, but one thing's for sure, you hope he's after for more kisses.

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#✷ ... original works #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight x gender neutral reader #the spirit x reader #rin yamaoka x reader #the mastermind x reader #albert wesker x reader #the legion x reader #frank morrison x reader #this is so silly i know #but i kinda like it :))

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flowerandblood · 1 year

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My Beloved Nymph (9) (End)

[modern! club owner • Aemond x fem!reader]

[warnings: kissing, sex content, giving birth, so much fluff]

[description: Aemond is the owner of the club, his girlfriend is the younger sister of his business partner. This story is a continuation of the series "My Best Friend", which you can read here: Part 1. This story can be read on its own. Aemond has serious intentions for his girlfriend and is slowly putting them into practice.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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Aemond and Y/N decided they wanted to get married in secret. They wanted it to be just their moment, in a small wooden church outside the city. The only people who knew about it were Klaus and Helaena, whom they had chosen as witnesses. They stood before the priest who read their oaths, holding hands covered by a piece of his robe.

Y/N was dressed in a beautiful white dress with embroidered white folk motifs and a deep, cut-out neckline. The dress had long, sheer sleeves, and her long hair was partly pulled back into a bun with daisies flowers pinned to it. The engagement ring, the second one she had received, gleamed on her finger. The gemstone, framed in gold, was a sapphire that gleamed wonderfully in the light of the stained-glass windows.

Aemond stared at her, thinking she was indeed a nymph, the personification of the spring goddess, who had stood before him, who had come into his life that seemed like eternal winter and made everything bloom anew with him. Looking at her, he felt calm and warm. She was like the sun on a summer morning when the cool breeze of the night still surrounds you. Her presence brought him constant relief.

They swore before God all that they had repeated to each other many times behind closed doors. Now they felt that they were participating in a sacred rite, that their lost souls would find each other after death and be reunited with each other forever. When it was over, Aemond kissed her deeply and lingeringly, feeling he was the happiest man on earth.

Aemond rented an apartment for both of them in a noble manor near their town. Every time they drove past, Y/N would say how much she wanted to see what was inside. They had a nice dinner on the terrace, overlooking the lake, talking nonsense, looking at each other with eyes that said it all. Aemond thought then that part of him was grateful to Albert for what he had done. That if it wasn't for him, Y/N would never have spoken to him that morning, never opened up to him.

Afterwards, they returned tired to their apartment, which was spacious, its windows overlooking the beautiful forest opposite. Aemond looked at his wife and saw that she blushed as she looked down. She knew what he was thinking.

He approached her slowly. He thought he wanted to take her like this, in that gown. Like in the story he wrote for her. That's how he'd always seen her, that's what she was to him. The personification of beauty. He kissed her passionately, and she moaned loudly. She wanted him to undo the buttons on her dress, but he stopped her.

"No. I want to take you in this dress." He said, taking her hand and leading her towards the door. She stared at him in surprise as they made their way down the back stairs and to the door. It was late at night and it was dark all around. They went outside, Y/N walked barefoot on the wet grass, there was no living soul around them. She saw her husband leading her towards the lake and gasped.

They settled near the shore, on the grass, the water pleasantly splashing, the sounds of reeds and grasshoppers all around them. Stars and the moon peeked through the small clouds, partially illuminating them. Aemond looked at her and cupped her cheek. Her lips quivered, she already knew what he wanted to do. He pressed his nose to her cheek, tracing it over her skin, Y/N exhaled softly, feeling her wetness trickle down between her thighs in anticipation.

"Lie down on the grass." He spoke calmly and matter-of-factly, but she could hear his breathing quicken, his eye unable to hide his excitement, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. Y/N obediently did as he was told, not even thinking about the fact that she would probably get all dirty or someone might see them. Her lips were parted in desire.

Aemond took off his jacket, leaving him in only shirt and trousers, knelt in front of her and grabbed her legs. He spread her thighs, pulling her dress up. With a light movement, he took off her underwear and laid it next to him, undoing the belt of his pants himself. He stared at her darkly, his chest heaving in an uneven rhythm, his mouth parted.

"My Leana. God, I want you so much." He sputtered helplessly, and she felt something tighten in her throat, she felt like she was about to cry. What he did for her was so beautiful, that she felt that her heart would burst from the excess of feelings.

"My Emanor." She whispered and a single tear rolled down the side of her face. She drew in a ragged breath, her hands placed on either side of her head. Aemond leaned over her, looking at her anxiously.

"What happened, my love? Do you want me to stop?" He asked quietly, and she shook her head quickly, unable to utter a word. Her lips brushed his lips lightly, barely touching them. They caressed each other for a while, moaning softly, stroking their cheeks with their hands, enjoying each other's scent and the moment that seemed like a fairy tale.

"Spread your thighs wide." He whispered in her ear. "Let me possess all of you."

Y/N obediently did as he said, everything inside her clenched with excitement, she was all wet. Aemond ran his cock against her entrance and moaned low, as he felt how much moisture drained from her insides. He was throbbing all over, feeling that he wouldn't last long. Y/N threw her head back as she felt his tip slid into her a little, caressing her, pushing deeper with each thrust.

"I beg you, do it, take me for yourself" She whispered. He groaned at her words and entered her deeply, all the way, starting to move inside her involuntarily, he was no longer able to control his movements. Her cunt tightened on him mercilessly, intensifying his sensation. Aemond sped up and they both gasped loudly, seeking their own fulfillment.

He took her as if it was their first time, as if he had never touched her before, as if he had dreamed of her for many years. He watched her squirm beneath him, and he wanted to cry himself with lust, passion, and love. There was just her, her wedding ring glowing in the moonlight, her moans and misty eyes driving him insane.

"You're mine. Before the God, before the stars, before the world. Do you understand?" He hissed dangerously and she moaned loudly in response, the way he said it sent shivers down her spine. She felt her orgasm close, her insides tightening on his cock. Her hands tightened on his buttocks, impaling on him, both of them gasping as they stared into each other's eyes.

"Yes, Emanor, my beloved husband, take what is yours, take me and leave me nothing" She sputtered pleadingly, her words causing him to thrust her brutally several more times on the spot that gave her so much pleasure and she came hard, throwing her head back backwards, literally squeezing his semen into her. Aemond moved inside her for a moment longer, unable to stop, gasping her name, and she moaned softly beneath him. He finally collapsed on top of her, pressing his nose against her cheek.

Y/N began to sing softly, stroking his hair. She sang a childhood lullaby that her mother used to sing to her when she couldn't sleep. As he wished, Aemond fell into a blissful, peaceful sleep beside her. Even though they woke up soon after and went back to their room, not wanting to catch a cold, it was the most beautiful night of their lives.

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Aemond lay beside his wife, his face pressed against her huge belly where his baby was writhing. A year after the wedding, they decided that Y/N would stop taking the pills. Eight months later, she found out she was pregnant.

Aemond decided it was time to relocate as their family was about to get bigger. As promised, he was looking for a home for them outside the city, somewhere they could retreat away from prying eyes. He took her on a few visits to different places, but nothing really convinced her. It wasn't until they reached the ivy-covered stone cottage with its beautiful old shutters, that he saw the twinkle in her eyes.

An old wooden kitchen with a tiled stove, a bookcase and beautiful old wallpapers made her fall in love with the place right away. Aemond found that this house was also his favorite of all. After negotiating with the seller, he bought the house and they could slowly move in.

Aemond ordered a large kennel for Vhagar so she could run around the garden and feel free at last. Aemond suspected she had a year or more to live, and he wanted to give her the best. One of the rooms has been prepared for a child. They knew it would be a son. Aemond was thrilled at the thought of holding his own child. He vowed to be a better father than Viserys. That he would believe his son, support him and be there when he needed him.

Y/N went into labor suddenly, standing in the kitchen, her cup of tea dropped from her hands as she felt a contraction and her waters drained. She clutched her stomach and screamed loudly in pain, and Aemond, terrified, rushed her straight to the hospital. It was still a few weeks too early.

It broke his heart to see how much she cried, afraid that the baby would die before they got there. He was just as scared as she was, and he wanted to cry just as much.

When they arrived, she was immediately taken to the labour ward. Aemond called Klaus and his mother to let them know what was going on. Klaus arrived ten minutes later, Alicent along with his sister and brother shortly after. Viserys was already having trouble walking and stayed home, not wanting to slow them down.

"How is she? What happened?" Klaus asked, horrified. Aemond shook his head.

"I don't know. She just suddenly collapsed and went into labor." He said, his mouth twitched, his eye red. His mother came over and hugged him tight, and he hugged her back, needing any comfort. Klaus ran a hand over his face, broken and pale, as if he was about to cry himself.

Aegon brought them coffee from the machine. He gave up therapy halfway through, still drinking, but at least he stopped going to brothels. He still slept with random girls he met, but at least he got himself together enough to work normally for their father and fulfill his company duties. He walked over to his younger brother and handed him a cup.

"She's a strong girl. Now in incubators they are able to support much younger children. Everything will be fine." He said, trying to sound neutral, but Aemond was surprised by his words. They looked at each other and nodded.

Helaena stroked his back as they sat tense in the waiting room. Even though he wanted to, the doctors wouldn't let him go inside. They decided to have a caesarean section, fearing for the baby's life.

After an hour, the doctor left the operating room, taking off his mask and gloves. Aemond stood up at once, terrified.

“The mother and child are alive, but your wife is very weak. Her body didn't take the surgery well." He said, and Aemond walked past him, going straight to the room where she lay. Despite the woman holding his baby beside him, Aemond walked over to the bed and grabbed his wife's hand. Y/N was all pale, her eyes barely open. Aemond touched her cheek, turning her face toward him.

"I am with you. Be brave for me." He said in a shaky voice, a helpless tear rolling down his cheek as he kissed her hand. Y/N pressed her forehead against his and closed her eyes.

Fortunately, after a few days of medication and careful observation, she began to recover. Aemond had been with her in the hospital all these days, sleeping on the couch next to her, never leaving her side. Sometimes when he needed a bath or something to eat, Klaus took his place, watching over his sister like a watchman.

Their son was in an incubator. When Y/N had enough strength to get up, they went there together. She burst into tears seeing how tiny their son was. Aemond pulled her close to him and they stood there, embracing tightly, his lips kissing her hair once in a while.

"He's so tiny." She said softly and sobbed. Aemond held her tight against him.

"He will survive. You'll see."

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Aemond was so stressed out by all these events that he remembered that their baby didn't have a name yet. They agreed at first that depending on whether it was a boy or a girl, either she or he would choose a name. It was a boy, so Aemond was to choose the name - of course, his wife had to approved his choice.

"Luke." He finally said and Y/N looked at him surprised.

"What?"

"Luke. Lucerys. That will be my son's name." He said calmly and looked at her confidently. His wife swallowed softly. A lot has changed in him since he went to therapy.

During one of the family events he took Luke aside and they talked alone in his room for several hours. Everyone was afraid of what was going on there, but no one wanted to interrupt them.

When they both came out, they looked like they had been through a marathon, all pale, their eyes were red, as if they were both crying. Their relationship has been good ever since. They didn't talk to each other much, but at least they didn't interact with each other like before.

“I want to come to terms with my past and move forward. Make that name go from being hated to one of my beloveds, after my wife's name." He said kissing her hand. Y/N smiled widely and accepted his choice.

Aemond was an exceptionally tender and caring father. He assisted her in all activities, taking the strain off her while she was still recovering from the surgery. She was on maternity leave because she had finished her studies and took a full-time job in the library.

The boy who had tried to date her gave up when Aemond once caught him in a university hallway and threatened to kill him with his own hands if he approached his wife again.

The baptism date they had set for themselves was slowly approaching and godparents had to be chosen. Her choice surprised him.

"I want Helaena to be our son's godmother and Marcus to be our son's godfather." She said calmly, her husband looked at her surprised from above the book. He just nodded, not questioning her decision in any way.

Both their families and friends had gathered at the church for a christening. Little Luke squirmed in his mother's arms, unable to sit still, everything aroused his interest. He had his father's blond hair, but his mother's sea-colored eyes. Aemond took him from her, seeing that it was getting harder for her to hold him.

"Give him to me, because I can see that he's getting emotional." He grunted, taking his son from his wife and looking at him. Luke immediately grabbed his eyepatch, as always, and he had to hold his hand to stop him. Luke squeaked loudly, dissatisfied.

Marcus walked over to Y/N, smiling warmly at them, looking at their son with joy in his eyes. He tickled his cheek with his finger, and Luke squealed again, this time with pleasure.

"Thank you for this honor." He said, turning his gaze back to Y/N. "You have added another person to my life that I want to live for." He said with a slight smile.

Marcus was still in therapy and looking much better. He had a drug addiction problem. To her surprise, he and Aemond called each other often, not just for business matters. They established some strange, masculine, friendly and cooperative relationship that she did not fully understand.

Marcus sometimes came to their house to visit his godson. Luke sat calmly on his lap, biting fiercely at the toy he had just given him. Marcus has become involved in helping rape victims in the courts, giving them free legal advice on certain days of the month.

The four of them were sitting in the garden, birds were singing around them, Vhagar was spread out under the table. Since Luke birth, she has been close to him and always slept by his cradle.

"Who would have thought you'd be so settled down with a baby and a home." Marcus laughed, looking at Luke, who had just started babbling something to him in his unintelligible language. He glanced at them, smiling calmly at them. "It's good to have friends like that."

Y/N smiled widely at him and looked at her husband. His hand gently stroked her thigh under the table. She placed her hand on his. He glanced at her and hummed softly in contentment. None of them had ever been so fulfilled in their lives before.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 9 months

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WIBTA if I reached out to the remaining family of my dead grandpa?

I (28nb) am, to this day, still pissed off over something my father and aunt did.

My grandfather on my dad's side died a couple of years before I was born. My grandma got together with another man in the time period between her husband's death and my birth, and for all intents and purposes this man WAS my grandfather (I'll call him Albert). I had a very strong and close relationship with him.

When I was a teenager (around 14/15 years old) my grandma broke up with Albert during the time she was moving out of her house. At the time I asked for ways to stay in touch with him, but my dad, aunt and grandma insisted Albert said he didn't want to see us again. Of course this was heartbreaking to me, but I assumed the breakup had been a bad one and stopped insisting after a few months.

It was only when I was older (around 20) when my aunt drunkenly told me the truth. The fact is that Albert had asked for ways to stay in touch with me, since he considered me his grandkid and he had more or less raised me (as a toddler I spent a lot of time living with my grandparents), but my grandma refused and my dad+aunt backed her up.

The reason is a monetary one. Where I'm from, if you live with someone for over 20 years in the same house while being in a relationship, each person is entitled to ownership of the house, among other things. But my grandma/dad/aunt wanted to keep all the money that came from selling the house, so they kicked Albert out and cut him off completely.

When my grandma died, he also should've been a beneficiary of her will/part of her belongings (that HE had bought).

My dad and aunt did not want to give him what he was owed, so they cut all means of communication with him and the family he had before he met my grandma.

I'm close to 30 now and I still haven't been able to convince them to give me the contact information of Albert's sons so I can ask them where he's been buried. Mind you, my dad knows where Albert is buried but he won't tell me no matter how many times I ask. And when I do, he gets extremely aggressive and says I'm looking to get him in trouble with the law (since Albert's family is within their rights to sue my dad and aunt).

This is where I might be the asshole. Despite knowing they will more than likely get sued, I am actively looking into ways of finding Albert's family. This man was as close to home as a grandparent can be, and I feel like I have been robbed of a chance of saying goodbye. I don't know if I'm being selfish by going through with this, because this will hurt my family. So, would I be the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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moriartyluver · 1 year

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Hiii! I saw your post about having William’s kid after his fake death and I wanted to request something similar to that if you don’t mind, angst with comfort of Liam coming back from his “death” but when he tries to find his wife he literally can’t find her anywhere and when he asks his brothers about it they tell him that after she found out he “died” she became really mentally unstable for the whole pregnancy and after she gave birth she moved to her manor in the countryside and rarely ever came to the city and she always seemed upset when she did

A/N: thank you for the request! I’m not very creative so it may still be a bit too similar to the original oneshot but I’ll try my best!

Characters: William James Moriarty x Fem! Reader

Prompt: William coming back after his fake suicide to find his wife had almost disappeared completely off the face of the earth.

Genre: angst to comfort

Format: oneshot

Warning: mentions of suicide, mentions of post natal depression. NOT PRROF READ

William glanced around the room.

“Where is she…?” By ‘she’ he was referring to his wife, you, who was nowhere to be seen. Above all, he was probably most excited about seeing you when he had returned.

“..William..” Louis muttered his name, contemplating how he should tell his brother of what had occurred whilst he had disappeared.

William’s mind had gone to the worst possible scenarios, although he tried to remain calm and rational. Had you moved on and married another man who was more suited to you, or worse, had you..died?

“She’s alright, I suppose,” James inputted, trying to not escalate the situation. “We just..”

“She’s gone..” Louis continued. “She’s alive and hopefully well, but from what we’ve seen, Lady (name) left,”

“Why did she..-?” William already knew the answer though, he was a smart guy after all. He knew that you wouldn’t want to stick around after he supposedly died. It hurt, yes, but he understood.

At first, he had originally asked Sherlock to look for you so he could see you first, but after they both weren’t able to track your whereabouts, William had decided on seeing his brothers first. Hopefully, you were with them.

But once he had entered the room without you seen anywhere, he felt a wave of guilt wash over him. He had driven you to the extent of leaving those who you were closest to. Liam wasn’t ever going to forgive himself.

The room was silent. There was undeniable tension. On one end was Albert and William who were confused as to where you had gone, and then Louis and the rest of MI6 who wanted to tell William in the nicest way possible.

“The last time we saw her was nearly a year ago…” Fred commented. He paused, trying to look for the right words. “As far as we were aware then..she had gone to stay in her manor in the countryside…”

Louis glanced over to Fred, as if questioning whether he was going to continue. Louis knew he couldn’t bring himself to do so, and so he hoped that one of the other could. Fred opened his mouth to speak again, fiddling with his scarf.

“…with her son.”

William’s scarlet eyes widened. He had a son? Was this his son? He had hoped so. William knew he was being selfish, to some extent, but he couldn’t bare the thought of you moving on. Whilst he was gone, he had a whole breakdown to Sherlock when he had asked liam how he felt about leaving you behind. He didn’t want you to move on, and it was the most selfish that william had ever felt.

“…a son..?” The suppose was evident on his face. From a man who always expected everything, he finally had cracked, and experienced surprise.

Once the awkward reunion was over, he had informed Sherlock of this who helped liam find where you were staying. The manor was one you had recently bought, after William’s death. It would have been easier to find you if it wasn’t but alas, you had managed to isolate yourself from the entire world and only stayed with your son.

From what they had gathered, you had went to stay in the countryside after William’s supposed death, and had only visited your friends once in a blue moon. It wasn’t illogical to assume that this was all for the sake of your child, after all, he was the son of the Lord of crime, and although Albert and mycroft pulled a few strings to make it out that you were completely innocent and had no involved in the killings of nobles, your son wasn’t going to have the privilege of being as safe.

So now, there William had stood outside your new manor. He was hesitant to knock on the door and see you for the first time in three years. The professor had stood alone. Nobody else was with him to help ease you into the reunion between yourself and your husband, which had now seemed like a foolish decision.

He lifted his curled fist to the door. There were very few lights on in the house and no signs of human activity for miles.

Knock

Nothing.

He tried again.

Knock, Knock.

Footsteps approached the door. He could hear the faint sounds of a child blabbering. It was as if the manor had come alive. The pacing of what he had assumed were your feet was slow, as if you had no energy to walk quicker.

The door swung open slowly to reveal you stood in front of the blond. Your hair was disheveled and your eyes were tired. Your posture was lazy and your eyes were baggy. Whatever had happened to you to make you look so exhausted hadn’t mattered now. You were there and as beautiful as the day he had left you. That was all he saw.

You rubbed your eyes tiredly, failing to realise who was in front of you. Smaller and quicker footsteps had approached your behind. Your son had managed to quickly walk over to you despite being so young and hugged your leg for support.

Once your eyes had flustered open, that’s when you saw him, and you could have sworn your souls had leapt out of your body.

“W-William..?!” Your voice was low and quiet, even though you had exclaimed his name. Had you not talked to anyone in so long that your own voice had begun to disappear?

You fell to the ground, your son moving away as you knelt in front of your husband, the man who you had previously known to be dead.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. After spiralling into a deep depression following both the ‘death’ of your husband and the birth of your son, you genuinely thought you had gone mad and hallucinated his existence.

“It can’t be…” you muttered as you looked down at the ground on your porch “You’re really here..william..?”

He knelt down to face you on equal ground, his soft fingers making their way underneath your chin as he made you face him. “I’m here..it’s really me..”

Tears began to fall from your eyes as your lips parted, releasing a few sobs. Your husband held you close in a tight embrace while you cried into his chest. You spoke of how much you had missed him through tears as he rubbed your back, reassuring you of his return.

Your son waddled over to his parents, blabbering a few noises as he tried to ask both why his mother was crying and who this strange man at the doorstep was.

William pulled away from you, caressing your cheek before planting a soft kiss onto it, then scooping your son in his arms as he helped you stand up once more.

“I’m here..now and forever..”

#moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #william moriarty #william moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty #yuumori x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #mtp william

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seventhdoctor · 8 months

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Trauma Team Artbook Character Bio Lore

...As gleaned from running artbook scans from 2014 through a sketchy machine translation in the year 2023. I won't post the exact translations for fear of mistranslations ending up reported as fact on wikis and so on, but here's the gist of what Google Translate yields.

CR-S01

Is named Erhard Muller, a fact that already made the rounds in the 2010s

His nationality is also listed as German, though he clearly spent most of his life in America

Most of his backstory isn't anything new compared to in the games, but the artbook does provide a timeline: adopted by Professor Sartre at age 9 after his parents died, enrolled in medical school at age 12 and hailed as the youngest ever to do so, age 13 when Rosalia was adopted, age 16 when the Cumberland Institute incident happened

Erhard and Rose weren't super close siblings, but got along well enough and they had happy lives until the bioterrorism attacked

The government 100% knew Erhard wasn't the culprit when they arrested him - he was the public scapegoat because they couldn't find Albert Sartre, their real person of interest. They never stopped looking for Sartre, and S01's work to reduce his sentence was a quiet compromise for the fact that they, y'know, ruined this kid's life

After learning the truth, S01 is disappointed at his father's betrayal but also chooses to take blame for Sartre's crimes and work off his sentence rather than expose Sartre as the true culprit

Not in-game lore, but according to the concept art section he was nicknamed Chris (CRS) during development. Other people will be funnier about this than I am

Maria Torres

Has the shortest bio and the least amount of new information along with Tomoe, honestly

Born in the slums

Was already at the orphanage at age 10 when Rosalia (age 3) came there

Ended up in rehab of some kind after the orphanage fire

Hank Freebird

Also doesn't have much new compared to the game, sadly

Joined the military out of a sense of justice, left out of disillusionment following John's death and used the medical knowledge he gained in the military to become an orthopedic surgeon (not that this wasn't already implied in the game)

His bio specifically calls him out for being kinda clumsy/goofy. Poor guy

Tomoe Tachibana

Honestly the only thing that's new is a bunch of names, so this is the one time I break my rule and cite a translation directly. TAKE THIS WITH A GRAIN OF SALT, IT'S STILL A MACHINE TRANSLATION

The only daughter of the Tachibana Zaibatsu, a global organization run by a family descended from the leader of the Koga Shinobi Army, Hisayori Tachibana.

Gabriel Cunningham

Nationality is listed as Great Britain. Surprise!

His wife Lisa left him with Joshua and went to her parents' six years before the game because she didn't like his lifestyle

Lisa was willing to get back together if Gabe was ever willing to talk to her properly, but as seen in the game he kept his distance. He and Lisa met occasionally over the next six years, but he never saw Joshua - which is of course why Joshua never recognized him in the game

His decision to go through with the divorce was about acceptance of his failings and a desire to do right by Joshua and Lisa

Naomi Kimishima

NOW WE'RE COOKING WITH BACKSTORY

All right, so that bit in Second Opinion where she took a Savato sample after cutting ties with Delphi and used it to bargain amnesty with Caduceus [Europe in the US version; US in the JP version]? Yeah, apparently she transported that sample by CARRYING IT IN HER OWN BODY for Caduceus to extract

Her fatal condition is a result of that, though it's already implied to be a result of GUILT in the game anyway. It was a sudden development a few years later, followed by Derek's six-month diagnosis

There's also details about her illness! Apparently her specific brand of PGS or whatever involves excess serotonin and dopamine production, which she needs meds to regulate.

It also means she's no longer able to operate on the living, which is why she transitions to forensic medicine as part of her plea deal

[Insert grimace here] I don't want to get too into this because this bit because 1) machine translation fears, 2) even perfectly translated it's not likely to be accurate to actual philosophy/terminology anyway, 3) I'm not a doctor I don't know what I'm talking about…

But the bio then starts talking about pranayama and prana, defining prana as life essence and...saying Naomi lacks it because of her condition and its effect on serotonin? I'm not entirely clear on this and I'm hesitant to say anything for sure; the main thing is that they take her illness and use the concept of prana to connect that to...

Her new ability to hear the dead! Apparently Naomi reads the prana left behind in a corpse and translates it into the person's final words via her phone; the worse the damage to the corpse (e.g., skeletonization), the less prana remains and the weaker the voice she hears is

Whether any of this relates to the Healing Touch is not mentioned. IDK man

Technically this was in S01's bio, but it relates more to Naomi: Jacob Tillman originally wanted Naomi to perform his surgery and keep it secret. Naomi was already unable to perform surgery on living people at that point, though, so S01 was Plan B

Rosalia Rossellini

Admired her big brother Erhard :(

Albert Sartre

Adopted Rosalia to study the virus in her blood (that is, he already knew about it by the time he adopted her in case that's ever a timeline question)

Additional Note

If someone with actual knowledge of Japanese corrects me and anything I've written in here, absolutely believe them over me. I'm not the translation hero anyone still in this fandom in the year 2k23 deserves, I'm just the stopgap until maybe one arrives someday.

#trauma center #trauma team #trauma series #trauma center series #cr-s01 #crs01 #erhard muller #naomi kimishima #tomoe tachibana #hank freebird #maria torres #gabriel cunningham #rosalia rossellini #albert sartre #artbook #man i hope this post works this time #free me from reposting #UPDATE: IT WORKS #THANK GOODNESS

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purplelupins · 2 years

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The Grabber/Albert Shaw Headcanons

Sfw & Nsfw

These are in no order and simply my interpretation of the blank canvas that is Albert Shaw.

If you are a minor DO NOT ENGAGE. If you are offended or triggered by the mentioned material, DO NOT ENGAGE. Simple as that. Please note that I do not condone what the Grabber has done in cannon, and I am just interpreting his character from a psychological standpoint. If you message me with negativity or harassment, I will not respond. This is Tumblr, not Twitter. Please block the Grabber x reader tag if you are disgusted.

General life

•Prior to Albert being born, his father drank a great deal which he picked up from his father having served in the First World War. But when Albert’s mother told him to stop drinking or she would leave him. She was a strong minded woman.

•Albert’s dad named him

•Albert was an only child until he was eight. He was always close with his mother who took interest in him. She encouraged him and listened to his interests and hobbies.

•I think he liked working with his hands- carving things out of wood, basic magic he had picked up from a book he bought himself with his allowance money his mother gave him, but his father didn’t know about. maybe even drawing at some point? He would make her little gifts and she would display them.

•I think he really loved slight of hand that comes with magic, and I think over the years he got quite good at it mainly to take things or mess with his father.

•Everything had changed when his brother, Max, was born. Their mother fell ill shortly after giving birth to Max, and she passed away within a week. It was a sudden and huge loss. She was the only thing standing between Albert and his father.

•It was left up to Albert to look after baby Max, while his father began drinking again.

•Because of this, Albert is actually very good with children.

•Then the beatings started. It started slow: his father would slap him and whip him over his pants, but he did it down in the basement because they couldn’t wake max.

•Because Albert hadn’t experienced the beating from a young age, he was more fearful of them than if he had always had them. As an eight year old, he had rational thinking abilities and would try and run away from home, but his father would always catch him. Sometimes he would be waiting for him with a glass of room temperature whiskey because he didn’t have the patience to cool it.

• When Albert was 13, his father went off to serve in the war. He was gone for two years with no contact, leaving Arthur and Max alone with a friend of his father’s and his family.

•This friend of his father’s sexually abused him for those two years.

•When his father returned, he was no longer the same. His morals were null, and he barely had an off switch when it came to abuse. His PTSD made him reckless with hurting Albert, even humiliating him in town when they got groceries.

•The adrenaline his father had experienced in the war left him always looking for ways to replicate it, and so he started playing sadistic games with Albert, which would become Naughty Boy. The only difference was that Albert wanted his father to kill him, but he never did.

•Albert is very tidy because of his father. (In the Film I think his house was messy because of Max and it drove him CRAZY)

• Albert is very smart and a very quick thinker.

• He did okay in school; he would have done so much better if it weren’t for his stressful, abusing home life and the trauma he went through. But because of his life, he didn’t get the best grades.

•He started working at a young age at the hardware store. That way he could get supplies to start wood carving again like his mother had loved, and he could save up to leave.

•During one of the beatings when Albert was older, he fought back against his father which lead to breaking his fathers leg. He became addicted to pain killers, and drank himself to death at a young age, and Albert was given the house.

•As he grew older, he couldn’t keep relationships and grew angry and afraid that no one would ever like him let alone love him.

•Max fucked off as a young man and honestly had a fairly normal life. Albert did love Max in some way, even with his idiotic mind, purely because he raised him.

• Albert did everything in his power to give Max a normal childhood. He helped him with his homework and went to his sports games. But he didn’t do it for Max. He did it because Max is all he has left of his mother and he looks like her.

•Fear was something he lived off for so long inside himself, that he sought out comfort. Comfort came in the form of his family home. He would try and remember his mother there instead of the bad memories, but he would have vivid nightmares of his father. Once he even had one so strong he destroyed the inside of his house looking for his dead father because he was certain he had come back from the dead.

•His job paid well and he even bought the house across the street to move into. Close to his old home but far enough that he didn’t have to live in the trauma.

•His first girl friend was late in life and did not end well. She cheated on him and when he confronted her…he lost his temper and strangled her. It horrified him, and he buried her body in the basement of the house he bought. Already tainting it before he could move in and start fresh.

•In the late 60’s and early 70’s he started to see more and more reports of these multiple murderers and freak kidnappings on the news. He noticed how most of them were cold cases and the investigations would be dropped after months or a year. He got this strange sort of itch.

• the thought festered for a year.

•He wanted to do that too. He saw how invested people were in those cases, and he wanted to be a part of that.

• For the next several years, he soundproofed the basement, and began to really let his mind go. He found his old carving supplies and began making those masks to take charge of the trauma he went through.

•It was his turn to be in charge.

•And from then on, the Grabber was born.

The following is more pertinent to my fic Sweet Dreams, but you’re still welcome to read them as general headcannons. There are NSFW ones below.

•Because of raising Max, he does have a paternal streak(even if it is morbid) so he does enjoy caring for someone.

•He’s very polite to woman and children (he will make faces at little kids especially little girls if hes in town. They giggle.) but gruffer with men.

•Outside of his home, he’s generally quiet and keeps to himself. Quite a few locals know him because of living there so long.

•Terrible temper. This is a given. It’s like a light switch. On and off in an instant.

•This man is STRONG. He works with his hands and lifting boxes and equipment all day. He’s lean but he can take down almost anyone, especially when he’s angry.

• Pervert. Will take your panties. Will not give them back. But will buy you new ones. Loves it when you don’t wear any under your clothes at home.

• If you’re in a relationship with him, it is his goal to have fucked you on every surface.

•He washes you. He dries you. He dresses you. No other option.

•Has an innocence kink: having not had anyone to care for him for most of his life, he now takes a lot of pleasure and validation from caring for someone else.

•This kink is more about having you rely on him for everything.

•Plus having you dependant on him is the goal.

•He needs you to be dependant. He soaks it up.

•Control Control control. This man needs to be the one in control at all times after having no control for so long.

•Call him Sir or Master on the regular and he’s gone…call him daddy and he’s feral. I think he will only entertain the daddy aspect if he’s not kidnapping, and he’s comfortable (as he can be) with whoever he’s fucking. It can be used against him if he’s not comfortable with the person because it could be a way of saying “You’re like your father.” Which is what he hates most. BUT! If the person uses it in a way where it means “You’re in control, I’m yours to do with what you will.” Then I think he loves it. It goes with his innocence kink too.

•Calling him daddy helps him to reclaim the title and give it a different meaning…so it’s actually a bit healing.

•Sadism, fear play, bondage. He loves seeing that flash of fear in your eyes. He loves tying you up. He loves inflicting pain until you’re weeping in his arms.

•Albert loves seeing you when he fucks you. He needs to see what he does to you(fear, hatred, pain, love, pleasure etc) he likes to see your skin too so chances are he’ll rip your clothes off before sex

•Somnophilia. Especially if he’s fucked you for so long and you pass out and he keeps going.

• Condescending praise aka degradation (not towards him)

•Will pet your hair and hold you close after you’re done.

•Kiss this man’s skin. Please.

•He’s hesitant with kisses on the mouth but if he keeps you around long enough he might warm up to them.

•He loves it when you miss him and hug him when you see him after a long day.

•He knows he shouldn’t have children. He’s terrified of ruining his own child’s life.

•Deep Self hatred, hence the masks.

•If you want him to take it off, you need to be patient. Wait until he starts with coming with half masks more often…then see if he’ll work up to no mask.

•Likes having the mask on during sex even if he doesn’t wear it around you anymore. It gives him more power.

•Is unable to love, but he will obsess over you enough that is resembles a toxic love. He will want to possess you (go back to you being dependent on him) he wants to be your world.

#the grabber x reader #the grabber #the black phone 2022 #the black phone #albert shaw #headcanon #head canon

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bdudette · 2 years

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Hope - KINDA — V. H.

MASTERLIST || VANCE HOPPER

Summary : She was the grabbers fist female kill and fourth victim before he had decided that he wasn’t satisfied in his sudden change of victimology. In this came her waiting for the next sufferer. She wasn’t expecting it to be someone she found familiar.

Character : Kinda But Not Really! Vance Hopper x Ghost! F! Reader

Warning Tags : not of romance, not a lot of character interaction, kidnapping , character deaths , cussing , Albert Shaw aka The Grabber, angst, blood, kinda vague, this fic makes little sense sorry 😭

Authors Note : Fsk , please excuse my rustiness in this Oneshot. It’s been such a long while since I really written anything at all so this fic might not be the greatest. And this is seriously my first ever fic relating to an actual show/movie too as well as my first time not at all going along with the show’s/movie’s script lol. I wanted to bring more dialogue into this but I failed. So I just made it a not really romantic but kinda one sided romantic with little dialogue ? It’s short too — uh — yeah. Forgive me lol.

There was Pain.

Pain.

Until there wasn’t. That was all she could remember ever feeling before she felt nothing. Before she felt much more … light, more quiet, more numbed — but still so sad. So angry — upset. But there was nothing she could do now. She was confused as to how she was still alive — well , she wasn’t alive really. After all, she didn’t even have an inch of opportunity of survival after that man — that scary, scary man — with his weird mask had brutally tortured her to this. She had been walking home from school alone as she had barely finished with her studies at the school’s library. But — it was odd, so odd that she could still remember every spine cracking moment of her time in this disgustingly rusty and moldy place but she still couldn’t recall her name. The one thing that could identify her — long lost.

As poor and sad as it sounds — she was glad that when she opened her eyes again after her … death — that she was not alone. There were three boys — familiar to her as she remembers who they were and what they did, though — she didn’t remember their names and apparently that went vice versa with her name to them as well. Was it because they were dead ? She didn’t really understand it at all really as it wasn’t everyday that she died. To say the least , they were surprised to see a female victim when she first came in, only really seeing that the … grabber only had gone for boys till now. Had he been curious if he’d feel the same with grabbing a female victim like with the boys ? Was he experimenting ? In all honesty , it was still disturbing nonetheless … and she was killed faster and much more brutally than them by an angered monster.

The boys had told her that they were trying to talk to her when they saw her but she couldn’t hear them. So the only option they had was having to watch from the shadows really. She didn’t blame them. Not that she could in he first place as she had been too busy to notice any signs of the supernatural beings nor did she really believe much in them till now. She had been trying to escape from that place, trying to sharpen a butter knife that bastard had given her accidentally one time in her feeding and didn’t even notice he had. Using the bed’s springs to do so and hiding it inside the bed’s little holes. But before she could use it on that monster she had been killed on the fourth day of her arrival in a blur of that man’s furry and dissatisfaction towards her for no reason.

So now she was here , alone with the three nameless boys she had kinda come to know a little better than before. Staring into the vast darkness and just watching how days changed on the heavily covered window of the basement as quiet days passed. Until it wasn’t as quiet as before when that man came back down there — which had been a while now since the last time he was here he had killed her and stared at the black phone on the wall for almost an hour , as if expecting something to come out from it — he had someone new. A boy he had some trouble bringing in considering the size of him. She stood in the dark corner and watched the disgusting being bring back another victim. Not disappearing from here unlike the youngest between her and the other boys. But then the other two didn’t stay long as they had disappeared from her sight as they didn’t want to look at the grabber stare and wait for the boy to wake up.

There’s always been a saying that went ‘ curiosity killed the cat ‘ not that it would apply to her as she walked closer to the grabber and the new boy, she had already been dead right now. There was always another part on that quote that was used on how the cat could be brought with satisfaction but she was sure that that would not be happening anytime soon.

Her own eyes widened as soon as she stood next the mat, staring down at the dirty blonde, long and frizzy hair and familiar face had her trembling a little on her spot. Why — why was he here ? This guy — she remembers him, she remembers who he was — and she even remembered his name. Vance Hopper. Perhaps it was because he was alive — would he forget his name as soon as he died ? She wasn’t really sure on how that worked yet again but —

What was the toughest and most intimidating guy she ever knew doing here ? How was this untamable person ever captured !? Sh took a step back as the individual she stared at gave out a gruntled, hoarse groan, his strong looking arms trembling a little from the overuse of the chemical he sprayed on his victims faces. He must’ve used a lot more in him than the grabber used on her considering Hopper’s size.

The grabber stood up from his chair and stepped closer to Vance, mumbling something at him as he seemed to go to touch at him but never did as the young boy collapsed into the mat once again. She shook in disgust and shivered in fright as the monster took a step back right next to her, making her move away and observe his every move in slight fear as he stared at the sleeping boy before leaving the room.

She stood on her spot for a long moment , whispering to herself words of comfort before turning to look down at the new victim with pity … and hope.

“ You know … he’s just going to die like the rest of us … “ spoke a voice behind her. She turned, seeing the three boys standing far away to the wall as they too stared at the familiar individual. It was the paper boy who spoke with little to no regret and with pure confidence of his own words. He had long lost hope. He was dead after all.

“ There is always hope, especially with someone like him. You remember him, don’t you ? His name — I remember it , “ she spoke with a shaky voice , looking back at the sleeping boy before making her way to sit next to him.

“ Yes … but I’m pretty sure we’ll still forget it as soon as the grabber kills him off like the rest of us, “ the youngest of them all said as he tilted his blood soaked head , staring intensely at the young girl who just continued to the same with the troublemaker, “ from what I remember he is much more ‘ naughty ‘ than all of us combined. “

He giggled a little , the young female trembled for a moment at the mentioned of that word , turning to glare at the young child before looking back down at the dirty blonde, “ But … but he is strong … maybe strong enough to kill him and escape … maybe —“ she was interrupted by the batter.

“ But it’s still not a for sure , you know just how strong that guy is … he might not even be able to beat him either. We’ve tried … and look where we all are now … “ he said , looking between each ghost in presence and how beat up each one was.

Moving a slightly transparent, cut and bloodied hand, she moved to touch Vance Hopper’s frizzy hair, her hand seemingly going through causing the boy sleeping on the mat to shiver and try to move away in his deep sleep, “ We can’t loose hope … Maybe … maybe he’ll be able to hear us when he wakes up , and then — we can all help him try to escape , maybe …. “

She spoke sadly , staring down at Vance Hopper with a soft and sad expression. The boys looked at each other, seeing how much she spoke, how she acted with this teen guy they always had feared at some point in their living lives until they started to fear someone older and greater.

“ Well … “ the newspaper boy spoke firs, causing her to look at him before the batter moved the conversation forward, “ We can try … we can try to talk to him but … “ the youngest of them all spoke next, “ if he can’t hear us, he’ll most likely die just like the rest of us and we’ll probably forget his name too, “ he shrugged.

Sighing as she looked down at the slowly awakening individual , she hummed and nodded , “ We can always hope … “

#vance hopper #vance hopper x reader #fanfic #the black phone #movie

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canonicallyobserving911 · 1 year

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Buck & Eddie: They don’t suck at dating when they date each other

I wrote a 6x18 “Pay it Forward” Coda fanfic (linked here) based on the comment Buck made to Eddie while they were in the fire engine in 6x17 “Love is in the Air” regarding Eddie sucking at dating and I decided to expound on it in a blog post.

The truth is neither of them suck at dating when they date each other and that may have been the point the show was attempting to convey to the audience when Buck told Eddie, “So that’s what it is... you suck at it” followed by Chimney agreeing with him. Did most of the GA pick up on it? Probably not but the truth is both of them suck at dating but only when they try to date other people.

Eddie

In CANON Eddie’s only dated two women, well he was married to SD and he dated AF but that’s not the point. The audience learned in 6x17 Eddie met SD when he was in the 8th grade, they lost touch but they reconnected when they were in the 12th grade and after he got her pregnant (either sometime right before their high school graduation or shortly after) they got married and started an instant family. Therefore, it’s safe to say if they did date it wasn’t anything like the type of dates he would have gone on as an adult because they were teenagers when they became spouses and parents.

When he dated AF, they had two actual dates, i.e., the breakfast date in 4x6 “Jinx” and their creepy math date in 4x8 “Breaking Point”. They weren’t shown going on any other dates in CANON because their trip to the suit store and the ambulance ride to the hospital in 5x1 “Panic” don’t count as dates.

Therefore, even though Eddie’s a bit inexperienced, he DID NOT SUCK at dating when he took Buck to play poker in 6x13 “Mixed Feelings” and he didn’t have any performance anxiety issues while they were together.

Buck

Even though Buck has dated more women than Eddie, based on his CANON dates, it appears he sucks at dating too. In season 1, every time he took AC on a date it ended in disaster. When they went to a nice restaurant for Valentine’s Day she ended up having to give him a tracheotomy because he choked on a piece of bread. He also tried to take her on a hot air balloon ride but they didn’t get to do it because she had to leave to deal with her mother.

The hookups he had with TK in 2x8 “Buck Actually” don’t count as dates because they didn’t go anywhere. He went to the bar to meet Chimney and TK bought him a drink before they ended up in the restroom together. Also, them almost hooking up in the news van was not a date. He met AM for coffee at the end of 2x8 after she asked him out but all they were shown doing was talking while they sat in a coffee shop or whatever.

He met Veronica for a dinner date in 4x7 “There Goes the Neighborhood” but it ended up being a disaster. When he invited TK to join him, Veronica and Albert for dinner in 4x8, it wasn’t a date because he invited her there so he wouldn’t have to face Veronica and Albert alone. Once he officially started dating TK, all they did was spend a whole year during season 5 entombed in his loft and they weren’t shown going out to any restaurants or to the movies. His trip to Oklahoma to surprise her doesn’t count because visiting a prison isn’t a date, right? The one time they had a “successful” lunch date was in 4x11 “First Responders” but they were just friends and he invitied her there to ask her for a favor.

Finally, him and ND met for coffee in 6x15 “Death and Taxes” but they weren’t dating She asked him out so she could learn more about the lightning strike and his death. He called her and they went on two dates in 6x17 but they both got interrupted when LD showed up at the bar and TK and Kameron interrupted their second date while they were at his loft.

But when Buck went to play poker with Eddie in 6x13, he had a great time and there weren’t any mishaps. Their date didn’t suck because as usual they couldn’t keep their eyes off each other and even though they were playing a low stakes game of poker, they were practically pressed against each other while the other players sat with at least one chair’s length of space between them.

The point of this post is Buck and Eddie only suck at dating when they try to date other people but they don’t suck at it when they date each other.

In CANON, their poker date was the best date either of them ever had.

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biggerbetterbat · 2 months

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WITH YOU [45] AT THE END OF THE TRACKS

Daryl Dixon x OC!Charlie Reed

Summary: The group finds out that Terminus is just a trap, and their friends wait for a certain death there. Carol decides to save the group. Charlie worries that she will have to take care of Tyreese and Judith now.

Warning: maybe language?, violence

Song: Deep in the Meadow Jennifer Lawrence

Words: 1,947

A/N: Hi, guys! So like I told you, I’m taking a break from posting new chapters. However, I will be updating the old chapters as I think they lack some dialogues or descriptions, because the connections seem not that deep (I already updated from chapter 4-9). The plot won’t be changed tho, so if you don’t like, you don’t have to re-read.

Thank you for reading PART 1 of my work, liking and commenting. And I hope I will see you soon :)

"I told Albert I want the kid's hat after they bleed him out."

"Keep your finger off the button and drop it," Carol commanded, ready to fire right through the stranger's head.

"Listen, y'all don't have to do this," he said. "Whatever you want, we got a place where everyone's welcome."

"To bleed us out, too?" Charlie leaned to him as he was being tied up. "We're the friends of the chick with the sword and the kid in the hat. So give my friend one reason not to shoot."

Charlie was angry.

Her chest heaved with fury as she stared down the man who was casually talking about taking belongings of her family after killing them like animals. Anger simmered beneath the surface, muxing with the bitter taste of betrayal in her mouth. The people of Terminus had lured them in with promises of sanctuary, only to reveal themselves as nothing more than predators preying on the desperate and vulnerable. No better than the Walkers. In this juxtaposition, the walkers served as a reminder of the world's fallen state, while the people of Terminus underscored the thin line between civilization and barbarism.

However, beneath the rage, there was a flicker of relief, a glimmer of gratitude for the fact that Carl and the others were still alive. It was fragile, of course, but it was better than what she had even hours ago. Her family was, hopefully still alive.

"They attacked us!" the man tried to convince them. "We're just holding them."

As Charlie stood there, her fists clenched at her sides, struggling to calm her annoyance at the stranger who was clearly lying.

"Who else do you have? Do you know their names?" Charlie asked.

"We just have the boy and the samurai, that's it," he said. "We were just protecting ourselves."

"Hmm," Charlie nodded. "And the Santa Claus is real," she said and got up from her knees, walking away.

"Wait, no! Let me go," he strutted as Tyreese pushed him into a wooden house, more of a shed. "There's a bunch of us back there in six different directions. We need to set off our charges all st the same time to confuse the dead ones away. It's good for you too."

"No, it isn't."

"There's a herd heading toward Terminus right now," Carol answered. "We don't want to confuse them away."

"They'll see you coming," the man said. "If you even make it that far with all the cold bodies heading over."

"Don't worry about her pretty boy," said Charlie and walked out to keep a watch. "Are you sure you want to go alone?"

"Just...Stay here with them," the other woman said. "Tyreese just looks tough, but you know him."

"I do."

"And..." she opened her mouth, but just stared into the younger's eyes. "Don't hesitate to hurt the guy. It's either him or us."

"Yeah, I've noticed," Charlie looked down.

Carol pouted and squeezed Charlie's arm to show her support. "Take this. You will need it more than an axe."

She gulped looking at the gun that noise was still echoing through her head. "You'll need it more."

"Are you sure?"

"Be careful," Charlie whispered and hugged Carol tightly. Charlie's arms wrapped tightly around Carol, a silent gesture of solidarity and support as Carol prepared to embark on her mission to rescue their friends. Charlie watched as Carol disappeared into the night, her resolve unshakable, her determination unwavering. It was never too certain that she would be back.

Charlie stood watch, the weight of the world heavy on her shoulders as she scanned the horizon for any sign of danger. With each passing moment, the tension in the air grew thicker, a palpable sense of unease settling over her. They saw the herd already and miraculously escaped them, but now there was no place to escape. She moved her eyes from watching mysterious and unknown forest, to the shed, not being sure that it would last.

Quickly she came back to her focus stare, and then, in the distance, she saw them – a shambling mass of walkers, their groans echoing through the stillness. She immediately drew back the string with a fluid motion and squeezed her fingers on the arrow, but she knew it would be pointless. With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Charlie knew that they had to act fast. They were outnumbered, outmatched, and there was no time to waste.

With a silent prayer on her lips, she quietly and quickly opened the door to the shed. "They're coming," Charlie gasped entering the house. "Hey!"

"Back off!" the stranger yelled holding a gun and pointing it right at her. "Put your weapon on the ground. The bow, too! Kick them over right now. Right now!"

Fear gripped her heart as she realized their hostage broke free from her restraints. In that harrowing moment, she found herself staring down the barrel of the gun held in his trembling hands. Charlie's gaze immediately fell on the baby.

"Please," Tyreese sobbed with his arms raised. "Please don't hurt her. Please don't hurt them."

"You," the young man pointed at Tyreese this time. Charlie gasped and wanted to do something, but the stranger came closer to the box that Judith was laying in. She stopped immediately. "Go outside. Go outside! Just one twist, man!"

"Don't!" Tyreese yelled as he saw the man next to the baby.

"He won't survive!" Charlie called out. "There's a herd..."

"Don't make me!" he interrupted her firmly and looked back at Tyreese. "You. Go outside."

Tyreese emerged from the shadowy confines of the shed, his steps heavy with the weight of the impossible choice that had been thrust upon him. With a heavy heart, he cast one last glance back at Charlie and the baby, his eyes filled with a mixture of anguish and determination. With fear in her eyes she shook her head, but her friend just turned away, ready to leave. It was a certain death, leaving now, as the herd of always hungry Walkers just waited for an opportunity like this one. As she turned her head to the man, he had a smile on his face, knowing that Charlie and Judith were on his mercy right now. Charlie felt disgusted by him.

"Well, well, well..."

Then something moved outside.

As Charlie and the man who threatened her stood in tense silence within the confines of the shed, the air thick with fear and uncertainty, the distant sounds of a struggle erupted outside. The unmistakable clash of something against decaying flesh and the guttural moans of walkers echoed through the air, sending a shiver down Charlie's spine.

With each passing moment, the tension in the shed mounted, a palpable sense of dread hanging heavy in the air. And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it ended. However, not the man or even Charlie dared to move even an inch. What's more, they weren't sure if they should breathe.

Moments later, the door to the shed burst open, and Tyreese stormed in, his face contorted with fury and determination. Without a word, he approached the man who had threatened them, his fists clenched in anger. With a primal roar, Tyreese unleashed a series of blows upon the man, his fury fueling each punishing strike. Charlie used her chance and leaned to pick up the baby, and then ahead watched in stunned silence what was going on, hugging the baby close to her chest. Her heart pounding in her chest as she bore witness to the violent catharsis unfolding before her.

As the man crumpled to the ground, bloodied and broken, Tyreese stood over him, his breath coming in ragged gasps. In that moment, the weight of their ordeal seemed to lift from Charlie's shoulders, replaced by a sense of grim satisfaction and hard-won victory. Their eyes met, Charlie was slightly terrified, but surely not of Tyreese. Yet, he didn't know that, so his own eyes filled with fear. "I..."

"It's okay," she whispered nodding. "Sometimes..." but words didn't want to leave her mouth, so she just placed a hand on his arm and patted it. She left the house and waited for him to do the same.

Charlie stood amidst the aftermath surrounded by the dead who were really dead or just parted on the ground by her friend, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and fear. With Tyreese and the baby by her side, she felt the weight of responsibility pressing down on her shoulders, unsure of what path to take in the face of such uncertainty. Every instinct screamed at her to flee, to seek safety in the unknown depths of the wilderness, as there was nothing left for them here. But a part of her clung to the hope that Carol was alive. Her and their friends who were still out there, fighting against the odds, ready to reunite with them once more.

Torn between the desire for safety and the longing for companionship, Charlie struggled to make sense of the chaos that surrounded them. With each passing moment, the shadows of doubt grew darker, threatening to consume her with their suffocating embrace. In the end, she knew that there was no easy answer, no clear path forward in a world defined by chaos and uncertainty. At the same time, she was not a leader. She was just a terrified girl with a baby that wasn't hers and a man who was just a big baby, a baby with muscles. On top of that they were in the middle of nowhere, in the woods, with close to no ammunition and herds of Walkers. All she could do was trust in her own instincts. And here instincts said: "We need to leave. It's not safe here."

"You think Carol won't come back?" he asked.

"I don't know," she said and gave him the baby. "I'm afraid it's going to be just us now."

Charlie stood in silence, her mind swirling with conflicting thoughts. Now that they were alone, she should probably be honest with the man, so the past would finally leave her alone. On the other hand, she feared the consequences of revealing her secrets to Tyreese, unsure if he would still accept her once he knew the truth.

"Tyreese, there's something I need to tell you," she took a deep breath."I have a past that I'm not proud of."

"We've all got skeletons in our closets, Charlie. What matters is who we are now."

"But you don't understand... I hurt people. Many died because of me."

"It doesn't define who you are," he placed a hand on her shoulder. "None of us are saints in this world."

Charlie nodded, grateful for his non-judgmental demeanor. "It's just... sometimes I feel like I'm still that person, that I can't escape my past no matter how hard I try."

"From what I've seen, you're a good person trying to make a better living for many people," he said. "We're a family now, and family sticks together through the good and the bad."

"Thank you, Tyreese," she answered. "That means..."

"CHARLIE!"

She furrowed her eyebrows and turned to scan the horizon. The sun was high on the sky, so she had to squint her eyes and it was still hard to make out who was calling her from the distance. Suddenly, Charlie's heart leaped as she spotted a familiar silhouette running towards her. With tears in her eyes, she rushed to meet him, their embrace a silent affirmation of their enduring bond.

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END OF PART 1

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