#killing gods? yeah sure. Raising kids? panic

[zepskies]

Never Say Goodbye - Bonus Track #2

Pairing: Dean x Female Reader 

Summary: The first time you and Dean sensed each other’s thoughts and feelings, you were just kids. It would take years to realize that you both were bonded for life, and even longer to finally meet. [Soulmate AU] (18+)

AN: Did I say two parts? I meant three lol. (It got too long, I’m sorry.) 

Word Count: 4,300 Tags/Warnings: Angst, supernatural shenanigans, death…

Bonus Track #2: One Last Hunt

“Okay, try not to panic,” Sam said. Dean had him on the phone while he sped through town in the Impala. 

“I’m coming now, but I won’t get there for a few hours,” Sam said. “My flight leaves in 20 minutes.”

“Thanks, man, but I can’t afford to wait,” Dean said. “She fucking disappeared. I don’t see her anywhere…I’m gonna have to start at her job. That’s where she first took off from.”

“How did she seem this morning?”

“Fine, I guess. I left before she woke up,” Dean said. He still felt guilty about the fact that he didn’t bother waking you up to say goodbye. 

“Okay, yeah, start at the museum,” Sam said. “Let me know what you find, and I’d loop in Bobby. Probably Jack too.”

“Bobby’s meeting me there…but we don’t need to bring in Jack yet.”

“Dean, he’s her dad—”

“This isn’t his thing. It’s ours,” Dean said firmly. “If it’s a demon, I’m gonna find her and exorcize that son of a bitch.”

Sure enough, Bobby met Dean at the museum where you worked. The old man was worried, Dean could tell, even if he wouldn’t say it. But he knew the drill: now they had a job to do.

“I’ll go in first, flash my badge,” Dean said. “Meet me in the library.”

“Roger that,” Bobby agreed. 

Dean had a decent rapport with your boss, Jerry. When he explained that you were actually missing, Jerry was concerned for your wellbeing instead of irate that you’d taken a very valuable book from the museum. 

It gave Dean a theory to lie about on the fly: that you’d been mugged and taken hostage, presumably by someone who might’ve wanted to steal the ancient text. 

“How ancient are we talking exactly?” Dean asked.

Jerry gave him a look. “Ancient Egypt.”

He showed you the inventory log on the new shipment you were supposed to compile into the system. The title missing from the rest was called The Eye of Ra. 

“All right. Thanks, Jerry,” Dean said. “Anything else you can tell me about this book?”

“It’s a recording of the great deeds of the Ancient Egyptian gods and goddesses,” Jerry explained. “It was said to be touched by Ra himself.”

Touched by Ra, Dean mused. Ain’t that just fucking swell. 

Whatever happened to you, Dean knew it was because you touched that book.

For the next few hours, Dean and Bobby worked together on deeper research in the library. Now that they had a starting point, Bobby was able to find some intel. 

“The Eye of Ra was actually a nickname,” he said, earning Dean’s attention. “For Sekhmet, their goddess of war.”

Dean’s brows furrowed at that. “Why’s it never the goddess of peace and fucking tranquility?”

“Among other things, she was the daughter of Ra,” Bobby said, raising a wry brow. “And she was known as the bringer of plagues and death…and sometimes healing. Go figure.”

Fucking hell, Dean thought sourly. This was getting worse by the minute. 

“Okay, what does this have to do with the book?” he asked. Though he had some idea.

“Well, she ain’t been alive in a millennium. But she had a husband. The god Ptah, a craftsman,” Bobby said. “According to this, when he was eventually killed, she sealed her soul away until she could find a way to rescue him from the underworld…I’ve gotta think she sealed it in that book.”

Dean sighed, rubbing the now aching spot between his brows. An ancient Egyptian goddess was most likely possessing his fiancé. 

And it was much worse than it sounded on paper.

“Okay, which means she’ll be looking for a way to bring back her husband,” he said. “So how do we find her?” 

Just then, the police radio buckled to Dean’s belt sounded off. When he listened closely, his eyes grew wide. It was a report of five murders committed at a nearby gas station. 

Dean pulled up to the local 7-Eleven. Bobby was on the way, but he’d been caught up in traffic while Dean was allowed to use his police siren to his advantage. 

He then used his badge clearance to get behind the yellow tape and over to Jack, who was still on duty. 

Dean stepped inside the gas station and surveyed the brutal scene: the nice old man who owned the place, plus four patrons were lying dead. 

Their skin was covered with boils.

Jack wore a disconcerted frown along with his crossed arms in his police jacket. 

“It’s almost…biblical,” he remarked. 

Dean knew just how right he was. Jack seemed to know that too when he glanced over.

“Is this your kind of thing?” he asked. 

Dean nodded. “I might know what’s going on here. Let’s check the security footage…but no one else can see it but you and me.”

Jack nodded, leading Dean to the back of the store. Jack was shocked by what he found in the footage. Dean watched grimly, but not surprised as you came into the frame. You tilted your head at the owner, who seemed to ask you something. 

You raised a hand, and with a flare of magic, everyone in the station was cowering and screaming as a plague of boils covered their bodies, and eventually ended their lives. 

“Christ,” Jack gasped. “What the hell—”

“It’s not her,” Dean told him. “She’s being possessed. I’ll handle this, Jack. Just make sure this footage gets buried, along with whatever prints she might’ve left behind.”

Jack barely had time to agree. As if that kind of thing was so easy. He called after Dean as he took off out of the station. 

Dean didn’t see Bobby yet when he got outside, but he didn’t have time to wait. 

However, he did spot someone familiar hanging out in front of the department store across the street. Dean jogged across and raised a hand to flag down Jessie Deluca. 

The kid was gnawing on what looked like a melting Butterfinger. He groaned in annoyance when he saw Dean coming.

“Not you again,” he muttered.

“Yeah, me again,” Dean said. “You been standing out here long?”

“Look, grandpa. I’m just chillin’ here,” the kid sassed. It sparked Dean’s irritation, as well as his impatience.

“I don’t give two shits if you’re contemplating the great Butterfinger Heist of 2008, all right?” Dean pointed back to the gas station. “You see that?”

Jessie’s expression faded from some of its assholeness, becoming more solemn. “Yeah, I heard someone died or something.”

“That’s right,” Dean nodded. “Did you see anyone walk out of the station?”

“No,” Jessie said. But Dean could tell it was a reflex, not the truth. 

“Listen, Jessie. I need your help,” he said, more earnestly. “I’m trying to find someone. So if you know anything, I need you to tell me right now. Please.” 

Dean stared down in the kid’s brown eyes. Eventually, Jessie relented. 

“When I came out of the store here, I saw some business lady walk out. I think, after it had all just gone down,” Jessie confessed. “She looked fine.”

Dean sighed and nodded. “Okay. What’d she look like?”

“Uh…black skirt. Great legs,” Jessie said, his lips curving a little. Dean raised a brow. 

“Anything else?” he asked wryly. 

“White blouse, heels…actually, she kinda looked familiar,” Jessie added as he thought harder about it. 

“Good. Now tell me what direction she went in,” Dean said. Jessie nodded and pointed him down the street. 

“I think she went down there. I saw her turn the corner.”

“Where? What street?” 

“Dude, I don’t know!”

“Then show me,” Dean insisted. He grabbed Jessie by the shoulder and guided him forward. The kid looked annoyed, but he begrudgingly agreed to lead him down the street. The two of them walked brusquely, with Jessie trying to match Dean’s longer strides. 

Dean glanced over at his companion, who was still working on his Butterfinger. 

“When’s the last time you ate something that wasn’t covered in chocolate?” he asked. Jessie didn’t look at him when he shrugged. His winter jacket hung off his skinny shoulders, making him look ten rather than thirteen. Dean’s heart twinged.

“Listen, next time you’re itching to knock over a department store for KitKats, come by the station,” Dean said. “Find me or my partner Jody Mills. Or even my boss, Jack. We’ll get you a burger or something.”

Jessie briefly looked up at him, but all too soon, his gaze returned to the ground. 

“What do you care?” he said. 

“Maybe I know something about having to fend for yourself,” said Dean. “Sometimes going hungry, not knowing when somebody’s gonna come back for you.”

Jessie’s jaw clenched. He didn’t answer, but Dean hoped he’d gotten through to him.

Jessie led him around the corner at the street he thought he saw you turn down. He and Dean didn’t have to walk too much farther before he found you through the window of a bakery, of all things. 

“What the hell?” Dean muttered.

He pulled Jessie to the wall by the window for safety, but both of them snuck a peek inside. 

You were once again wielding magic to spread a plague of boils across an entire room of screaming, agonized patrons just trying to get their donuts and cream pies. 

Jessie started to utter a cry of alarm, but Dean quickly covered the kid’s mouth with his hand and pulled him back to his side. Dean waited, stock still, until the screaming inside the bakery subsided.

He looked down at Jessie and raised a finger to his lips. Though he was scared, Jessie nodded. Dean led him around the corner into an alley beside the bakery.  

“What…the fuck was that?” Jessie hissed. 

“Keep your voice down,” Dean warned. 

Then suddenly, it donned on the kid as he looked up at Dean. “Oh, shit. That’s your freakin’ girlfriend.”

Dean let out a sharp sigh. “It’s not her…exactly.”

He knew Jessie didn’t understand. Dean sighed again and grasped Jessie’s shoulders. 

“Look, you’re right to be scared. There’s something evil in there…that’s why I’ve gotta save her,” he said. “Now you, you’re gonna run. And don’t look back until you’re home, got it?”

After a moment, Jessie nodded shakily. Dean nodded back, patting him firmly on his shoulders. 

“Good man,” he said. “Okay, scram.”

Jessie seemed reluctant, like he felt some type of way about leaving Dean behind. But at Dean’s encouraging look, Jessie took off running. Dean hoped he headed straight home.

Then, rolling his shoulders, Dean braced himself. He drew his gun, which was filled with silver bullets. He didn’t think it would work on an Egyptian goddess, nor did he want to pull a gun on you. But for the threat of it alone, he would have to draw it with the safety on. 

He entered the bakery, where you were perusing the selections with a dispassionate look. All around you was death. 

But you perked up when Dean entered, eyeing him curiously in recognition. 

“Feelin’ a snack?” he asked. 

“I have been asleep for a very long time,” you replied, holding up a pastry. “What is this confection?”

“Cherry Danish,” Dean supplied. “You’re Sekhmet, right?” 

Your lips twitched. “You know of me?”

“I do now,” he said, carefully stepping further into the bakery with his gun pointed down, avoiding stepping on the bodies. He noticed the book you left closed on the counter. The goddess saw him noticing. Her gaze cut to him in amusement.

“Why’d you kill these people?” Dean asked. “Didn’t bow down at the right angle?”

“Among all of my brothers and sisters, I alone was favored by my father,” she said, “because my job was to balance the world, between life and the afterlife.”

Sekhmet brushed her fingers against a glass case, and with a small spark of magic, the glass cracked into thousands of fractals, but didn’t shatter. 

“And I did exceedingly well at this,” she said. “Though I see that my work has been undone. This world is rife with imbalance.”

“Mass genocide. Nice,” Dean quipped. “But that’s not all you want, is it?”

Sekhmet’s head tilted at him with reluctant interest. 

“I heard you’re looking for your husband, who went an offed himself,” he added. 

The goddess’s lips pursed and she slapped a hand on the glass counter, making it shatter. Dean turned and shielded his eyes with his arm. By the time he recovered, Sekhmet was coming around the counter. He took a few cautious steps in the opposite direction.

“My husband was unjustly slain by the very people who once worshipped us in droves,” she said, her tone exacting and harsh. Her eyes, however, were heavy with fury and pain. 

“He was an artist. A creator in purest form…his talents were wasted on this abomination of a world,” she said, with disgust at her surroundings. But as soon as her anger came, it diffused into exasperation. 

She picked up a glazed donut and took a bite, crossing her arms. She hummed in delight, making Dean’s brows raise. 

“Well, I can help you find him,” Dean said. It was a bluff, to be sure, but it still earned Sekhmet’s attention.

“Can you?” she asked in amusement. She didn’t believe him. Yet. But she drew closer to Dean, tilting her head just so. All the while, Dean inched towards the far end of the counter where The Eye of Ra had fallen to the ground. 

“And after, you let my girl go,” he said.

“You know of a way to reach the Underworld?” Sekhmet’s gaze roamed over him in disdain. “Unlikely.”

“Well, I’d call it a gate to Hell. But same difference, right?” Dean quipped.

The second he tried to reach down for the book, however, Sekhmet pinned him in place with a vibrant amber coil of magic. Dean grunted as she forced him to the ground, onto his knees between the bodies of a young man and woman, likely a couple. 

The goddess stopped in front of him, looking down at his face with interest. 

“Dean Winchester, as you are called. I understand why you continue to display such reckless judgment, all but throwing your very life at my feet,” she said. Her lips curved knowingly. “I hold your lover, correct?”

She harshly grabbed his cheek in her hand, and Dean glared in response. She seemed to ponder something as she considered him.

“Soon to be your wife,” she realized.

And Dean had a feeling she was in your head, sorting through your thoughts and memories like any demon would. He didn’t know what was worse: the thought of you being awake in there, unable to fight this bitch’s hold, or if Sekhmet had completely taken over your body and shut you away. 

“Just let her go,” Dean said, almost pleading. “You can have me. I won’t even fight you.”

“Such self-sacrifice,” she said. “The only noble act humans are capable of.”

Before she could decide whether to kill him, or keep him for further amusement, the front door of the bakery swung open.

Bobby came in first, followed closely by Sam and Eileen. 

Bobby was holding a damn crossbow, which he aimed and shot off at Sekhmet. It was a warning shot, just grazing her shoulder. But it burned her with a sting of flesh that made her hiss in pain. She glared up at Bobby, and after grabbing the book before Sam could, she disappeared in a whirlwind of magic.

The coil holding Dean in place shattered, allowing Dean to catch his break and get to his feet, with Sam’s help. Dean had to admit, it was good to see his brother. 

“You okay?” Sam asked. Dean reached over and pat the other man’s shoulder. 

“I’m good,” he said, though with a sigh that belied his weariness. “Hey, Eileen. Thanks for making it to the party.”

The pretty brunette offered him a sympathetic smile, rubbing his arm. “We came as soon as we could.”  

Dean nodded and turned to Bobby, who still held his crossbow. He wasn’t happy about the old man shooting at you, but he recognized that it had saved his life.

“Why’d that thing hurt her?” he asked. 

“The arrow’s dipped in a potent mix of salt from the Dead Sea…and Egyptian wine, among other things,” Bobby replied. 

Dean frowned in confusion. “Why the fuck?”

“According to the lore, Sekhmet could be subdued with alcohol,” Sam explained. 

“Great, we’ll just get her drunk and all our problems will be solved,” Dean quipped dryly. He grabbed the radio from his belt. His gaze returned to the dead bodies on the floor with dismay. 

“I’ve gotta call this in. Bobby, get the security tapes.”

After Dean finished calling in the deaths to his precinct, he shared a disheartened look with Sam, who grasped his shoulder in support.

“We’re gonna find her, all right?”

They regrouped at Bobby’s house once Jack took over at the bakery. Now the three men and Eileen were congregated in the living room, trying to decide on their next move. 

“You told her about the Hell gate?!” Sam said incredulously. 

“Damn it, Dean!” Bobby slapped the coffee table in exasperation. 

“All right, lay off! I was improvising under fucking duress,” Dean snapped. “At least we know where she’ll probably go next, assuming she finds out where the gate is.”

“She’s a goddess, Dean. One of the oldest and most powerful in ancient history. I’m sure she can figure it out,” Sam said, rubbing at his tired eyes.

And, as Dean remembered, Sekhmet was rooting around in your head. She’d find the gate for sure.

Eileen looked between the brothers, clearly worried. Sam had told her about what you, him, and Dean had gone through to close that damn gate to Hell last year. 

“So how do we stop her?” Dean asked. Without hurting you, was implicit. Bobby heaved a sigh.

“We gotta burn that damn book,” Bobby said. “But we’ll need to be smart about it.”

So that was how the four of them ended up driving to southern Wyoming. They stopped along the crossroads by the train tracks, and ventured in on foot into the very clearing where their final battle against Yellow Eyes took place.

Dean thought he’d be able to put his past behind him, but the universe clearly liked to kick him in the balls.

Evidence of this came when he saw you standing at Samuel Colt’s gravestone. Or rather, the goddess Sekhmet. 

She was expending large forces of magic to try and open up the gate to Hell. The book that bound her soul lied on top of a nearby headstone.

Dean gestured for Sam, Eileen, and Bobby to hang back and fan out, while he stalked forward. He’d changed out of his police uniform in favor of his familiar jeans, shirt, and a red plaid shirt, hoping that at least would help you focus on him, wherever you were deep inside your mind. 

But he called out to Sekhmet from a (relatively) safe distance away. 

“Are you stupid or something?” he mocked. 

Sekhmet paused in her magic wielding. She craned her head over her shoulder at him in annoyance, with amber rings illuminating her eyes. 

“There’s only one thing that can open up that gate, and I’ve got it right here,” said Dean. 

He pulled out the Colt from behind his back. 

Sekhmet’s gaze narrowed on the gun, then at Dean with a slow smirk.

“Why, by the gods, should I trust your foolishness?” she asked. 

“Because we’re about to make a trade,” Dean said. “The gun for my girl. You let her go, or you’ll never see your husband again. In this world, or the next.”

Dean pointed the gun at her and cocked the safety back. She didn’t have to know the barrel was empty. 

“You cannot harm me, even if there was ammunition in that weapon,” Sekhmet replied knowingly. 

She turned to him and reached out with a magic-fueled hand, but before she could grab Dean, Sam shot his own gun. 

It deployed a net of rope that twined around her frame and held her in place. It was soaked with the same concoction Bobby shot her with in the bakery, and it made her fume with outrage.

It didn’t completely weaken her though. Her hands were still free to fling Sam and Bobby away from her with magic. 

She then turned to grip Eileen, who was nearly able to steal the book. And the goddess sent Eileen across the clearing, breaking a headstone as she fell. 

Sam had been trying to pick himself up from the ground, but he gripped at his chest, feeling his soulmate’s pain. He scrambled over to her prone form on the ground and checked the cut along her hairline. 

“Eileen,” Sam called, pressing his hand to her cheek. He had one eye on her, and another on his brother. 

Because meanwhile, Sekhmet had broken free of the ropes holding her captive with a cry of fury. 

Just in time to grab Dean by the throat when he tried to surprise her from behind. She forced him down to his knees and smirked in satisfaction as Dean struggled against her hold.

He called your name, trying to reach you through the goddess’s hold on your mind.

“She is gone from this world,” Sekhmet taunted. “This is but a vessel for my eternal soul.”

“I don’t fucking believe that,” Dean choked. “If she was gone, I’d know it. Deep in my bones I’d know it.”

Her mouth twitched, but she seemed to enjoy the idea of slowly choking him to death. Or maybe, something was holding her back. Dean could only hope it was you, trying to break through. 

He looked into your eyes and tried to find you through the cold disdain of a goddess.

“Whatever happens, I’m not letting go,” he gritted out. He held tight to your wrist, on the hand wrapped around his throat. 

“I love you, you know that?” he said. “From the start…you closed the door in my face when I tried to kiss you. Teased me. Never took my shit. But you never left me either. No matter how hard it fucking got, you kept my feet on the ground. You never called it quits…‘cause we never say goodbye. Right, baby?”

Slowly, slowly, Sekhmet’s hard exterior faded. The amber rings of magic receded from your eyes, and the woman he loved was there again, softening your face into shock and horror. 

You released your grip on Dean. He stumbled to the ground as he coughed and gasped for precious oxygen. 

He straightened enough to grab your hand. You reached out for him instinctively. 

“Dean,” you said with shaking effort.

“I’ve gotcha, sweetheart,” he said. He turned back to see his brother helping Eileen to her feet. “Sam, the damn book!” 

Sam snapped to attention and quickly looked for The Eye of Ra. It had been knocked over from the headstone onto the ground. He grabbed it and fished out a lighter from his pocket.

Dean’s attention turned back to you when you squeezed his hands.

“I can’t hold her for long,” you said tremulously. Your whole body was shaking. “She’s so damn strong…”

“It’s okay, we’re gonna fix this,” Dean said, brushing your hair back from your face. 

You closed your eyes and gasped. But when you opened them once again, they were hard, and glowing with magic. 

Sekhmet tossed Sam away from the headstone. 

Dean tried to hold her back, but she backhanded him hard. Sekhmet followed where he fell. She reached out and gripped him by the neck again, this time choking him with a vengeance. 

But then she gasped, as if in pain. She turned her head and found Sam with the book in one hand, and a lit match in the other. As the book started to burn, Sekhmet weakened. 

Dean caught her before your body could hit the ground. 

Sekhmet released a shaking breath; she gazed into the dimming sky, painted in its golden, amber hues, and knew that her soul was dying. Hot tears slipped down her cheeks. 

Dean almost felt sorry for her. Or maybe it was the sight of your pained, weeping face that tugged at his heartstrings.

“You’ll just have to join your husband this time,” he said.

Sekhmet’s lips trembled, but she nodded. “This world was never made for us…but we shall soon be together for all eternity.”

She looked up at him with a rueful smile. 

“You understand,” she said. “A soul bond can never be destroyed.”

And with that, the haze of magic drained from your eyes as your body went limp. 

Dean’s brows furrowed with worry as he called your name. Behind him, Sam helped Eileen draw near with a limping Bobby. All three watched with worry at Dean’s side…until your eyes opened, revealing their natural hue. 

You took in a tremulous breath. “Dean.”

His eyes burned with emotion, but he closed them as he held you tight. All he could do was press his lips against your forehead in relief. 

You clung to him right back, for as long as you needed to. 

AN: Fun fact — According to Egyptian mythology, the only thing that could stop the goddess Sekhmet from ending humanity with bloodshed was by getting her drunk on beer, which had been dyed red to simulate blood (which she also liked to drink, apparently). 

Egyptians (the survivors) would drink beer mixed with pomegranate juice and get drunk to celebrate not being killed dead. (Woo!)

Anyway, let me know if you enjoyed Part 2! All the fluff is coming in the finale of Part 3, very soon…

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Dean brings you home. The two of you figure out how to move on from here...

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[enchxanting]

our love is god [ethan landry] pt. 4

read part 3 here || all parts

pairing: ethan landry x reader

warnings: implied sexual content/loss of virginity. no explicit language but it's clear what's happening (all characters are 18+). also lots of making out

a/n: okayyyy first time writing anything like this so i hope it's good. i debated making it more or less explicit for a really long time and landed somewhere in the middle. also if you want to be added to the taglist please leave me a reply and i'll put you on the list :)

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As cute as he may be, Ethan is a terrible driver.

I can’t figure it out. He’s usually so apprehensive, but as soon as I tell him my address, he’s going 15 over the limit, knuckles tight against the wheel.

“Um, do you need directions?” I ask.

“No.” He notices my puzzled expression, so he clarifies. “We actually used to live here, when I was way younger. I’m pretty sure I know where you are.”

As we start to weave through the backstreets of the suburbs, he looks over at me with a nervous glint in his eye. “So, um, are your parents home? Will they be mad that you’re getting home so late?”

“They’re out of town. A wedding for a college friend or something. Chad wanted us to throw a party, but Sam would have flipped, so it’s just me.”

“Shame, you seem like such a party person,” he teases, and I roll my eyes at him, a slight blush creeping on my face.

He finally turns into my driveway, which is good because I’m starting to get seasick. Stepping out of the car, I fumble for my keys before realizing I left the door open this morning. I’d usually panic about this sort of thing, but I’m distracted by the feeling of Ethan’s presence behind me.

Pushing open the door and flipping on the lights, I lead him into the kitchen. For some reason, I’m really, really fucking nervous to be alone with him. “Uh, do you want any water?”

“Yeah, sure,” he says, sitting down at the table.

I grab two glasses from the shelf and fill them with water, sliding one across the table. “Thanks,” he smiles. “Um, I’m sorry about everything that happened tonight. That guy was a creep and you did the right thing, obviously, but what Tara said was really not cool.

I stare into the glass. “It’s okay. She was really drunk or whatever. I can apologize to her tomorrow morning.”

Ethan frowns. “Well, sure, but it’s not really your fault, right? You were looking out for her.”

“She wasn’t actually mad about the guy, I don’t think. She got into an argument earlier with her sister and I tried to step in, so she was super pissed at me already. I think she was looking for a fight.”

“Does she do that a lot? Look for a fight, I mean?”

“I don’t know,” I sigh. “She drives me crazy, and sometimes I want to kill her, but she’s my best friend.”

Ethan looks like he wants to say something, but stays quiet. Now’s probably a better time than any to pivot away from Tara and the chaos of the night.

“So,” I say, “any long-distance partner from any of your previous high schools?”

He laughs. “Uh, no. I’ve actually never… had a girlfriend or anything.”

“You’ve got to be kidding. You’re just so–” 

I stop myself before I finish that sentence. He raises an eyebrow at me. “What, Y/N? So what?”

“Cute,” I mumble. “Really, really cute.”

Ethan grins. “Oh, really cute, huh?”

“Shut up,” I say. “Yeah.”

I suddenly notice how little distance there is between us. I look up nervously to meet his gaze. Jesus, he’s tall.

“I think so, too,” he says.

I give him a quizzical look. “You think you’re cute?”

“Wait. Shit. No. Not what I meant– you. I think you’re cute, too. You are.” I giggle softly, and he blushes. “Can I kiss you?” he asks.

My stomach turns. My butterflies are nearly unbearable, but I nod. “Yes. Please.”

Ethan leans in, and I meet him halfway, pressing my lips against his. My heart is pounding, but the kiss feels so perfect that I forget about everything else.

We break apart and his eyes are wide with apprehension. “Was that okay?”

In reply, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him again, deeper this time. He relaxes into it, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me in. We kiss like that, leaning against the kitchen table, until I pull back. “Can we go upstairs? Uh, my mom sometimes keeps a camera down here.”

“Sure, lead the way,” he says, slightly out of breath.

It takes everything in me not to run up the stairs, but I take him by the hand and lead him to my room. There are books and half-finished forgeries strewn across the various surfaces, plus a laundry basket of clothes I have to put away, and I kick myself for not taking the time to clean up this morning. 

Ethan doesn’t seem to mind, though. When I turn to him, he’s only looking at me. He reaches to cup the side of my face, studying it for a moment before kissing me again. I stumble back onto my bed and he follows suit. His hand reaches for my hip and I gasp softly when he touches a little bit of exposed skin on my thigh

“Oh, shit, sorry,” he says.

“No, no please– it’s okay.” I grab his hand, placing it back on my leg. “I liked it.”

He smiles slightly, eyes darkening. As he leans in to kiss me, his hand snakes up my leg, resting at the crook of my thigh. I follow suit, running my hand down his chest. 

The undershirt I have on was great for modesty, but I’m suddenly overheating. “Hey, um, do you mind if I take this shirt off? It’s literally a hundred degrees right now.”

His eyes widen slightly, but he grins. “Well, I don’t have a problem with that…”

I blush and he laughs, but I slip the straps of the dress off my shoulders and pull the shirt over my head, exposing my collarbone and a not-insignificant amount of cleavage. Even though I’m technically covered, I feel naked underneath his gaze.

“You’re beautiful,” he says. “You know that?”

My breath catches, but his compliment fills me with some type of courage. I lean over and kiss him, harder than before. He makes a muffled noise, clearly caught off guard by my sudden boldness, but wraps his hand around the back of my neck. I find the hem of his shirt and pull away just enough to ask, “Can we take this off?”

Ethan nods profusely and pulls his blue polo over his head, and I swear to god: I am the luckiest girl alive. I notice for the first time how defined his arms are, and then I’m distracted by the abs he somehow had time to curate between cross-country moves. “Fuck, Ethan, you’re gorgeous.”

Under normal circumstances, I would be embarrassed to speak this plainly, but I’m too into this to care. He responds by leaning us both back on the bed until he’s basically on top of me, kissing me deeply and firmly. I’m suddenly kissing his neck and it’s like I’m not me anymore because I never do this, but fuck, he is so attractive and he wants me too. I don’t know how long we keep making out this way, but it’s a long time before he pulls back suddenly. “What’s wrong?” I ask.

He looks away, avoiding my gaze. “I, um… I just want you to know that I haven’t… done anything like this before.”

My cheeks go red. “Ethan, I haven’t either. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”

“That’s the thing, though,” he says, running his hand through his hair. “I… I want to. I want you.” He pauses. “If that’s okay?”

A feeling of panic surges in my chest, but I push it down. I think about the box of condoms that Mom bought me when I turned 18, “just in case,” and the time Mindy told me about her first time with Anika, and even the way I felt when Tara left me alone earlier tonight– I know that this is what I want. 

“I want to, too. Are you sure?”

He smiles. “I’m sure.”

We lay back in my bed and he’s pulling the straps of my dress off, kissing over the newly exposed skin. He kisses down my neck and chest, and I take the time to do the same. I want to make this moment last before he asks me one more time if I’m ready.

I am. 

I don’t have a moment to second-guess myself before he’s holding me, and we’re suddenly close, so, so close, and we stay that way until we fall asleep, nestled in each other’s arms.

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[billkaulitzwife]

"You're Alright"

Reader x Moe Doodle comfort, some German dialogue, tw for sh!!

The rain pelted onto every inch of my body. I felt like I was about to collapse; my feet were killing me. I was about halfway home when I saw a car with its brights on. They stopped once they had reached me. “Hey, you need a ride anywhere?”

“No, no, I’m good.” I answered, the cold rain tickling my back with every inch I moved.

“You sure? You seem really cold and scared.” They persisted. It was a woman with her kids in the back. Her eyes seemed full of concern and her eyebrows raised yet furrowed.

I looked around and lowered my head in defeat. “If you have a towel I can… I don’t want to get your seats all wet.” “You’re in luck! We’re on our way back from the lake shore an hour and a half away… Conesus I think?” She pondered for a moment then turned to the eldest, who was quick to pull a couple towels from the back. 

The woman leaned over quickly and opened the door after she had sprawled the towel across the seat. I watched her hand swiftly turn the heat on. “So where are you headed?” I finally heard the Boston accent in her voice. 

“Uhhh, it’s about 4 miles away… East B street on the corner of North D, big apartment building.” I pointed to the charger cable in a manner of asking to use it. She nodded. I plugged my phone in and the swarm of notifications hit like a bus.

I had 118 new messages. Most of which were missed calls from my parents and a pack of “Where are you?” from my siblings. But someone in the mess stood out to me. Moe.

Moe had sent me 30 messages and I had 7 missed calls from him.

𝘏𝘦𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶?

𝘞𝘩𝘺'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺?

𝘏𝘦𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦.

[3 𝘔𝘐𝘚𝘚𝘌𝘋 𝘊𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘚]

𝘥𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺.

𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 4 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 

𝘰𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘥

𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺

𝘺/𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦

[𝘔𝘐𝘚𝘚𝘌𝘋 𝘊𝘈𝘓𝘓]

Oh god, I thought to myself. This was bad. Was he okay? I know how he gets when he’s worried. One time he had a panic attack so horrible Rooney and I had to hold him down and help him realise what was happening. I was snapped out of my anxiety trance by my phone ringing. It was DeeDee calling me.

“Hello?”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah, what’s up?

“Hope you know Moe’s looking for you.”

“What do you mean looking?”

The call dropped. Once we had reached the apartment building, I noticed a figure in the doorway. It’s probably Josef, the doorkeeper. Until it wasn’t. I pulled my wallet out and handed the woman a 10 dollar bill and hopped out of the car, rushing to the door. The lady and her kids didn’t question it. It's not unusual in New York.

I ran into the spiralling door and then to the front desk. Where did the figure go? It wasn’t there by the time I had gotten inside. I spoke to the worker, we’re best friends, “Hey, Stacie! Sorry, I got caught in the rain on my way back home.”

“Hey girlie! No problem! Remember rent is due next Tuesday though.”

“I know! You remind me every day. Even when I see you next door.” I chuckled. “Oh by the way-”

“Just so you know, someone came looking for you. His name was… Poe? Bo? I don’t remember, but he was just in here, I think he went up to your room.” She smiled and handed me her leftover coffee. We got the same Starbucks order. “Wait, was that your man?”

“I-... Moe? Yeah probably. Anyways, I’m gonna head up to my room. I’ll see you in the morning!”

She nodded in acknowledgement as I turned towards the stairs and made my way to the 12th floor. I prefer taking the stairs for a multitude of reasons. Number one being that it keeps me fit and number two being elevators can get too crammed for my likings. I don’t get worn out by them anymore, but it still hurt my legs and feet because of the 5 miles I walked. I was nearing my floor when I bumped into Stacie’s boyfriend, Jared. He was a drunk when I first moved in a couple years ago, but he went to rehab and he’s a great guy now.

“Oh, hey, Y/N!” He smiled as he held the door open.

“Hi, Jared, how’s it going?”

“It’s… well it’s going. Hope you have a goodnight though, I’m heading to work.” He nodded in a farewell motion.

I walked through the door and my jaw dropped when I saw Rooney and DeeDee banging on my apartment door. What they were saying was inaudible to me for the time being. I was frozen in place. What were they doing here? Why were they banging on my door? I wanted to say something and ask them what the hell was going on, but I couldn’t.

It only took a second for DeeDee to notice me. “Y/N!” She rushed towards me and gripped my arm, dragging me to my own door. “Y/N, I’m so glad you’re okay, but you need to unlock the door! Moe won’t let us in!”

Moe? What was he doing in my apartment? I unlocked the door quickly and rushed in. “Moe?” We all said in unison.

“Moe, where are you?” I called out.

“Dee, you search the left, I’ll get the centre, and Y/N, you get the right.” We all nodded and split up.

I went into my bedroom, checking under my bed, sheets, in my closet, etc., but he wasn't there. “Moe! Are you okay, where are you?”

I heard a small thump from the bathroom. I just thought it was my cat, Scotty, so I didn’t mind it one bit. I didn’t think to check there. Until…

“Y/N?” I heard a whisper. “Y/N… is that you?” From the bathroom again. I ran in there and saw Moe sitting on the floor curled into a ball. His glossy eyes met mine as I kneeled down next to him. I felt my eyebrows raise and my lip curled. His voice broke the moment he saw me. “Y/N…” 

“Found him!” I called to the others as I felt myself pulled towards Moe, hugging around his neck tightly. His hands were placed tight around my waist as he sobbed into my shoulder. I stroked his hair for a moment before kissing his cheek softly and pulling away slowly. “Hey, Moe… What's wrong?”

“I-... I-...” He was a stuttering mess…

“Moe!” Dee said as she rushed into the bathroom, Rooney behind her.

They stood in the doorway, worried expressions plastered on their faces. “Moe, what’s wrong?” Rooney asked worriedly. “You can take a minute if you need!”

I watched as Moe turned away from us, his knees still curled up onto his chest, “I just want Y/N right now…”

“Oh, okay… we’ll be in the living room if you need us!” Dee said with a melancholic smile as she and Roon walked away slowly.

Moe and I sat in silence for a moment until I softly shut the door and locked it. He peeked his head around before he started to cry again. “Hey… I’m right here, what’s the problem?” Moe turned and wiped his eyes. I felt my eyes get cold and my vision went blurry. I wiped my eyes before he could see. “Moe… Honey…”

“I didn’t know where you were…” He whispered, “I was worried something b-bad happened to you… so I panicked…"

I hummed in response, "It's okay, just steady your breathing hon…"

He took a few deep breaths and that's when I noticed the blood on my floor. Moe looked up at me with his teary and shiny brown eyes. I softly grabbed his arm, lifting it up and collapsing into his chest. That's when I, too, started crying. "I'm sorry… I-I didn't mean to… I just…"

"Moe, it's okay… You're alright now, I'm safe and home. I'm still here."

He sniffled into my shoulder and then moved his face down to my chest. He did the unthinkable and pulled his sleeve up to show me the scars and blood that covered his arm. “I’m so sorry, Y/N/N… I-... I couldn’t breathe or feel anything and I was so worried you were dead or kidnapped or…”

“Moe…” I said as I pulled my own sleeves up, revealing the horrible memories of highschool. Sure, there may have been some recent ones from my last visit to my mother’s, but Moe mattered more to me at this moment. He needed to know he’s not alone in this. “Baby, I’m so sorry… You’re not alone no matter what, okay?”

He took my face in his hands and kissed my cheek. I looked him in the eyes and smiled slightly. “I love you, Y/N,” he said, wiping my tears, “what would I do without you…”

He wiped his own tears away and I stood up, helping him get up too. “Here, sweetie, let me bandage you up.” I said as I got on my tiptoes to reach my emergency harm kit.

 I took out the peroxide, bandages, and tape, dampening a cotton ball with the alcohol and dabbing it lightly onto his cuts. “I’m sorry if it hurts, meine liebe.” I grabbed the bandages, tugging lightly on the coarse white fabric and looping it around Moe’s wrist slowly. I pulled a piece of tape off of the roll and applied it lightly to the bandage. I lifted his arm to my lips and pressed a kiss to it lightly.

He smiled and picked up my arm, kissing the scars on my wrist. “Erinnern… für immer." I smiled at him and brought my arms up to wrap them around his neck and lean in slowly for a kiss. He kissed back and slowly pulled his sleeve down then pulled mine down as well. “Ich liebe dich, Y/N.”

“Ich liebe dich für immer.” I said before hugging him tight, knowing that we’d always be there for each other no matter what happens or how bad life gets. I’d always be there for him when needed and he’d do the same for me. 

Once we were ready to get out of the bathroom, we walked into the living room and greeted Dee and Roon. We didn’t explain what happened, “We just needed some couple time to explain and talk things out with each other.” Moe said, smiling.

I smiled knowing my sweet boy was okay.

#moe doodle x reader #moe doodle #the doodlebops #Moe doodle angst #MOE DOODLE #deedee doodle #rooney doodle #doodlebops

[nottapossum]

Father knows best Chapter 13: Our Love Is God.

Summary:

Tw: Forced regression (last one) gun violence, typical violence, lying, getting shot, trafficking, fire, panic attack, flashbacks, this is sad.

Lmk if I should add.

The gang goes to find Moxxie to bring him home!

Crimson doesn't understand why because...well, he's already home.

~~~~

'They made you cry,

but that will end tonight.

You are the only thing that's right

about this broken world.

Go on and cry,

but when the morning comes,

we'll burn it down and then

we'll build the world again...

Our love is god.

I was alone.

I was a frozen lake,

but then you melted me awake;

See, now I'm crying too.

You're not alone.

And when the morning comes,

We'll burn away that tear, and raise our city here...

Our love is god.'

~Our Love is god, Heathers the musical.

~~~Past, Wedding day Millie:~~~

“The couple has agreed to say their own vows. Moxxie?” 

Millie smiles at her soon to be husband. 

As much as she wished her family could be here, it didn't seem to matter as long as she was with Moxxie. 

He was all that mattered at that moment. 

It was just the two of them. 

“Whoo! Yeah!” 

And, Blitzø who somehow found out they were eloping and followed them. 

Moxxie took out a piece of paper and smiled at her. “Millie, if you told my younger self that we'd be here now, I never would have believed you. I never thought I'd be worthy to stand next to you, let alone be yours. 

You have changed my life for the better, I was reborn when I met you. 

No matter what happens, I know we can do anything.

We are stronger than anything in this world, as long as we're together. 

Our fight, us against the world will never end.” 

I will kill for you until the day we die.” He promised her. 

~~~Present, M&M's place: Blitzø~~~

“The spell isn't working. I suppose the nonodorem affects the spell too.” Stolas says, sounding defeated. “I'm so sorry, Blitzø.” 

He tried the spell to see if he could track Moxxie, but it was no use. Even the possum’s  beloved guitar couldn't help them out of this. 

“It's fine, we'll go back to Crimson's place and see if there's something we can do.” Blitzø says. “Just keep trying and keep your phone on you in case we need you.’

“You sure you don't want me to accompany you?” Stolas asks. 

“We'll be fine. Millie could take all those fuckers with one hand behind her back. Just stay here in case we need backup. Or a portal.” Blitzø says.

Stolas nods. “Alright. Be careful.” He tells him.

Blitzø nods, then turns to the others. “You all ready?” 

“Did you find him?” Millie asks. 

“No, the spell isn't working, but I'm not waiting anymore.” Blitzø says. 

Millie agrees. “Whether he's there or not, I'm killing all of them.” She says.

“Fair enough.” Blitzø says. Opening the door to the van for Millie and Sallie Mae. 

Loona started to get in too, not meeting Blitzø's eyes. 

“Loona, I-”

“I don't want to talk to you right now.” Loona says.

“Yeah…okay. Later then.” He waits for Loona to get in the van before closing the door and getting in himself. 

They're going to find Moxxie and then everything is going to be okay…

He wipes away a tear.

Everything had to be okay.

~~~Moxxie~~~

Something was wrong, something was wrong.

Something…

Was…

Wrong!

Moxxie stares down at his plate as Alessio sets a plastic plate of pancakes in front of him.

“Good morning, Moxxie.” Alessio says to him.

“Mm, hi.” Moxxie says. 

Something is wrong…something is really really wrong. 

“Moxxie?” Crimson asks.

Inside he was hurting…

And that was normal…

So, why did he feel so wrong?

He felt so…empty.

What happened?

His heart pounds in his chest, like he was in some type of danger. Like-

“Moxxie?” 

Moxxie looks up at his father. 

“Alessio made you breakfast, what do you say?”

“Thank you, Al.” He says. 

“Good boy.” Crimson tells him. 

Moxxie’s hands shook slightly as he reached to grab his fork. 

He wished his mother was here…

She would tell him what to do. 

“Hey, what's wrong, kid?” Crimson asks. 

Moxxie looks down at his plate. “I- something is wrong.” He says. 

“What do you mean?” Crimson asks. 

“I don't know…”

“Kid, you're not making any sense.” Crimson says, rolling his eyes. “What's wrong with you?”

Tears fell down Moxxie's face as he shook harder.

Something was wrong, how is no one else aware of that?!

How is he the only one to see it?

“Moxxie?” Alessio stands up. 

Crimson stops Alessio from comforting him however. “Moxxie, you're making no sense. You need to calm the fuck down and try again.” 

“What happened?” Moxxie asks.

“What happened when?” Crimson asks.

“Yesterday. Something happened…right?” Moxxie asks.

Crimson was about to say something when they all heard a pounding at the door which made Moxxie jump.

Crimson turns to one of the loan sharks, Flynn. “Take him upstairs.” He orders.

“Yes, Sir.” Flynn says, taking Moxxie's arm and pulling him upstairs to the nursery. 

~~~IMP:~~~

Alessio opens the door as the gang pushes past him.

“Crimson!” Millie shouts. 

Loona and Sallie stand behind Blitzø and Millie, prepared to back them up in case Crimson tries something.

Crimson walks into the room, cool and collected. “Mildred, Blitzø…others. What a surprise.” Crimson rolls his eyes. 

“Where’s Moxxie, Crimson?” Millie demanded to know.  

“We know you have him. My father let it slip after a very thorough investigation.” Blitzø says, as if he actually discussed it with him that much.

Millie looked at Blitzø for a moment.

His father? What the fuck did he have to do with anything? 

“Did he now?” Crimson asks. “Your father is quite the character.” He says.

“Of course you would think so.” Blitzø says.

“He just wants to be part of your life, Blitzø. What's wrong with that?”

“No, he wants to control my life, just like what you're doing to Moxxie. He had his chance to be part of my life, and you had yours.” Blitzø says. “There's no second chances for people who don't change…I should know.” Blitzø mumbles that last part, but Loona hears it.

“What do even you want with Moxxie?” Millie asks. “What could you possibly have to gain? 

“Haven't you made his life shitty enough?” Loona asks. 

Crimson rolls his eyes and starts to walk upstairs. He smiles sadistically at the group. “Tell you what, we'll let Moxxie decide what he wants.” Crim walks away for a moment, Blitzø and Millie stay where they are,  weapons in hand in case he tries something. 

Crimson returns, holding Moxxie’s hand and he leads him partially down the stairs.

“Moxxie! Thank goodness you’re okay!” Millie shouted happily.

Moxxie flinched and moved closer to Crimson. He didn't like new people much, they always made him nervous. He gripped his father's hand tightly, hoping Crimson would keep him safe from them. 

Sallie Mae raises an eyebrow. “What the-?” 

“Mox, what are you doing?” Millie asks, she takes a step closer to him, but Moxxie just hides behind Crimson.

Blitzø glared daggers at the mob boss, He could tell Moxxie was little right now. What kind of monster would put a little in this position?! It was cruel and unusual!

“These people want to take you away from me. I told them you’re free to go if you want, do you want to go with them, Mox?” Crimson asks him.

Moxxie shakes his head.

“Verbal answer, Moxxie. Remember your manners.” He says.

“I don’ wanna go, please?” Moxxie asks, breathing heavily as tears fall down his face. “I don’ wan’ to! I so'ee I was ba’, pease, daddy.” His voice sounded younger as he became more stressed out.

“Moxxie, what is the matter with you?” Millie asks.

Blitzø sighs, it’s clear Moxxie doesn’t remember them at all. “Mills, he’s regressed; he doesn’t understand what’s going on.” He explains.

“He- what? But Moxxie isn’t a regressor!” She says.

Crimson chuckles. “No? Well, it looks to me like your husband really doesn’t trust you then.” He says. “He's always been a regressor.” 

Millie’s eyes widened. “Moxxie…?”

Blitzø glares deeper. “You let him go, or so fucking help me-!”

“I did let him, he doesn’t want to go.” Crimson says. “You can leave now.” 

“Oh yeah? I beg to differ. Moxxie, wake up!” Blitzø shouts, throwing Moxxie’s pistol at him.

Moxxie snaps out of it instantly, he catches the gun right before it hits him.

Wow, Blitzø was only hoping that would work…maybe he should read stuff more often.

Crimson shoots at Blitzø, but Millie throws herself in front of him and the bullet hits her shoulder. 

“Millie!” Moxxie instinctively shoots Crimson in the chest as soon as he sees Millie hurt. 

Crimson falls and rolls down the stairs.

“Ohh…shit.” Blitzø says. He was not expecting that. 

Sharks suddenly surround the gang. Blitzø, Moxxie, Sallie, and Loona are ready though, and start killing sharks left and right. 

Alessio turns to Crimson, wrapping up his wound while most of the other sharks keep I.M.P busy. 

Alessio sees red as he looks at Blitzø, and as the Imp notices, he runs the other way. 

Alessio decides that Crimson really is the more important issue at the moment, so he picks him up and takes him to their medical room to help with the wound. 

The other sharks can handle them…

Moxxie is suddenly filled with adrenaline, and all he sees is red as the sharks try to hurt the only family he's ever known!

Sallie Mae tends to Millie, while Loona and Moxxie handle the sharks. 

Neither one of them says anything to each other, during epic battles like this Blitzø, Millie, and Moxxie would engage in some type of conversation, supporting one another, making jokes at the enemies expense. 

But it's quiet and dark as Moxxie shoots left and right, and Loona mails the rest.

With most of the sharks dead, Moxxie takes a second to think of his next move. 

Millie!

He gets on the floor and examines Millie's wound. 

“Millie? Are you okay? Can you hear me?” Moxxie asks. 

Millie looks up at him, looking dazed. “Mox…”

“It's gonna be okay.” He tells her. “Sallie, take Millie to the van, we have a first aid kit in the backseat. We have bandages and Vaseline-”

“I know how to treat bullet wounds.” Sallie says. “I'm from wrath.”

“Then treat it.” Moxxie snaps at her. “Loona..?” he asks gently. 

“Yes?” Loona asks.

“Come with me.” Moxxie tells her before running outside. 

Loona surprisingly doesn't question him, just did as asked. 

~~~Blitzø:~~~

Blitzø ran to Crimson's office and locked the door behind him.

This was the worst hiding spot in the world, but it's where he has to be…

What else was Crimson hiding?

Blitzø opens the front drawer of Crimson's desk and sees a bright red folder labeled ‘Blitzø’ and another one labeled ‘Millie.’

Inside them was all sorts of information Crimson had no business knowing.

Loona’s medical history,

Millie’s parents address and information about her siblings-

Barbie’s updates at the rehab center…

If Crimson knows where she is…does that mean Cash does?

Oh, fuck no.

Blitzø finds a box of matches, he lights one and sets the file on fire, about ready to throw it in the fireplace-

But then someone quickly knocked the door down and lunged at Blitzø-

Alessio, shit! 

Where was Crimson? He thought they both left by now.

His struggle with Blitzø caused him to drop the flaming paper next to the curtain.

That's one way of getting rid of it. He supposed. 

“Shitshitshit!” Blitzø shouts. “What the fuck?!” He shouts.

“You're not taking him from me.” Alessio says to Blitzø.

First time he's ever heard the shark talk…creepy. 

“He's…not…yours!” Blitzø shouts, struggling to get away.

Alessio grabs Blitzø's neck, attempting to choke him, when the smoke was already doing a great job on its own, thanks! 

Blitzø uses his tail to try and find something to get him out of this, but it's getting harder and harder to keep awake. 

But then he feels a small pistol, good enough. 

With the remaining strength he has, he hits Alessio with it, forcing the shark to let go of him. 

Blitzø uses his freedom to kick Alessio off of him and grab the gun with his hands. 

It's not loaded…shit.

Alessio growls as the flames spread faster. 

He grabs a plank from the floorboards and hits Alessio over the head, knocking the shark out so he can run out.

Blitzø has no time for this…he has to get out of here and find barbie…

Moxxie! 

He needs to find Moxxie…

She's not here.

‘Remember where you are, Blitzø.’

~~~Moxxie and Loona:~~~

Moxxie leads Loona to a truck that was in the backyard. He opens it up and there's a cage holding a bunch of demons inside, mostly imps and hellhounds. “Help me get this opened.” Moxxie tells her, trying to unlatch the cage inside himself.

“What the…who are they?” Loona asks. 

“littles. We have to get them out of here.” Moxxie says. 

Loona nods, unlatching the cage immediately with no problem. 

The littles ran out as fast as they were able. 

“Go to the elevator, do not stop till you get there. Head to Gluttony and find a little clinic or adoption center, they'll take care of you!” He tells them.

They didn't argue with Moxxie, they wouldn't argue with anyone at this point. They just kept running.

Surprisingly no sharks followed them…where were the remaining sharks? There's no way they killed them all right? 

Moxxie picked up a clipboard that was on a table beside the truck. He looks up and sees that Loona was suddenly very interested in something behind them…

He turns and sees nothing but green flames…

The mansion…

“Oh crumbs.” Moxxie says. 

“Let's get out of here.” Loona says.

Loona rushed to the van, but Moxxie ran toward the mansion instead. 

Loona didn't even notice that he didn't follow her…

~~~Blitzø and Moxxie:~~~

He can't let them die! They don't deserve to die!

Moxxie ran until someone grabbed his arm and stopped him.

“No, wait!” Moxxie shouted. “We can't just let them die! I have to save them!” 

Blitzø had a tight grip on Moxxie's wrist to hold him back. “Moxxie-” 

Blitzø had a few burn marks, some blood falling down the sides of his neck.

“No! Blitzø- I can't, I gotta-” Moxxie pulls forward and Blitzø loses his grip on him. “I gotta save them!” 

Blitzø tackles Moxxie to the ground and holds him still. “Moxxie, stop! Listen! It's too late for them!” He says.

“No! It can't be! They-” Moxxie’s breathing becomes more rapid. “They can't…”

Moxxie starts sobbing, so Blitzø gets off of him. 

Moxxie holds himself pitifully. “I-I didn't mean to hurt them, Blitzø. I didn't mean to!”

It took everything in Blitzø to not cry with him 

“It's going to be okay.” Blitzø says to him. “It's gonna be fine.”

“No.” Moxxie starts crying softly as he wraps his arms around Blitzø.

 “Hey, I know. Trust me, I know.” Blitzø says, trying to comfort the smaller Imp. “It's okay, let's just get Millie to a hospital, okay?” He asks. “She needs us, so we have to be strong for her, right?” 

Moxxie only nods, he was barely able to move, so Blitzø picked him up to carry him.

 He set the smaller imp in the van next to Millie. “I think he's in shock or…something.” Blitzø explains to Sallie Mae. “How's Millie?” 

“Not responding, but still breathing.” She says. “We should hurry.” 

Blitzø throws his phone at Loona. “Call Stolas and tell him to meet us at the hospital.”

Loona nods and does as she's told.

The sounds of everyone else in the van were muffled… Moxxie couldn't and didn't care to hear what they were saying. 

Moxxie turned to look at Millie, Sallie Mae kept her hand firmly on her so the blood wouldn't pour out…

Millie might die…

This was all his fault…

 He ruined everything…

A portal is summoned in front of the van that leads to sloth. 

She had to be okay…

Because life just wasn't worth it without her.

~~~Past: Wedding Day, Moxxie:~~~

Millie smiled at Moxxie as she pulled out her own vows: “Moxxie, I never thought it was possible for someone like me to find love. And with you, it's not the cheesy love story where we just instantly became obsessed with one another but…after I got to know you, it was like our hearts were suddenly connected by a string, without you…my heart would break before the string could. You made my life worth living. And I'll do everything I can to return that favor.” She said to Moxxie. 

Moxxie smiles at her. He knows there was so much he hid, so much he couldn't tell her…

But, it will be worth it once she sees how good a person he can be now! How much he can care for her, how good he can be for her. 

She was what made everything worth it.

~~~

'We can start and finish wars,

We're what killed the dinosaurs.

We're the asteroid that's overdue.

The dinosaurs choked on the dust,

they died because God said they must.

The new world needed room

for me and you.

I worship you.

I'd trade my life for yours.

They all will disappear,

we'll plant our garden here:

Our love is God.'

~Our love is god, Heathers the musical.

Possum: YESSSSSSSSSSS IS POSTEDDDD FINALLYYYYYY!!! I AM SO SORRY!

This took forever-

I have been writing this since the beginning of this story and it was the hardest chapter I've had to write so far lol 😆

Okay..2 more chapters- let's goooo!!!

@todayimfour @ask-dusty-boy @dex-dawn @trophyxtissues2

#father knows best #ittybittyimps

[starry-blue-echoes]

I was thinking of honor bound and dhampir gio raised by lisa lisa au combining.

So you got gio being raised by lisa lisa as well as ( her somewhat adopted son) Caesar. Plus his brother but actually nephew Joseph, Josephs wife, and josephs husband who is literally like a god.

Needless to say gio grew up well loved but also in an extremely bizarre (ha i had too) environment. Lisa and ceasar teaching hamon and how to safely use it without injuring himself. Joseph teaching him every trick he knows. whammu can teach him about being a warrior and maybe even how yo use his dhampir side. And suzi most importantly can teach him how to be an actual functioning member of society.

Giorno would definitely be an interesting (and powerful) fella.

Also imagine lisa gets released early during her hospital trip cause she manage to sneak in some secret hamon healing and she cant find gio so she asks whammu check on him. So like in the middle of brunos gangs betrayal this LITERAL GOD LIKE BEING just roles up. And little giornos just like :D “uncle wham!”. While everyone else is losing there fucking minds. Whammu finds the gangs betrayal of the boss an honorable venture and is just like dam guess ill join ya

Diavolo never stood a fucking chance

GHDBFHDHRHRG W H E E Z E -

Y E S

YES TO THIS COMPLETELY

And also don’t forget eventually the Kujos coming to visit on occasion too and Jotaro teaching the kid about Stand Stuff. By the time Giorno’s 15, he’s VERY well versed in all manner of the supernatural and how to handle it. Heck, he wouldn’t even be as malnourished as usual compared to the vampiric Gio AUs because Wammu would be able to set him up with the same food sources he had from the SWF

As for canon……. holy shit is it going to go absolutely off the rails insane

Giorno is just. A complete and absolute anomaly. Nobody has the faintest idea what the FUCK his Stand does. Does it give him abnormal speed? Strength? Walking on water? The golden electricity??? The plants?????? But then what about the bugs and frogs???????????

And then Giorno is. Like, barely affected by The Grateful Dead because extended lifespan and jazz. (Admittedly he wasn’t super sure about that one at first, but he put the pieces together pretty quickly)

and THEN the panic at one point, probably during the Baby Face fight, Giorno looses a bunch of bits and pieces. Everyone’s freaking out over the fact there are literally H O L E S inside him, but he just looks at them and goes “oh. Oh, yeah don’t worry that’s going to grow back” and they just look at him like “what the fuck do you mean it’s going to GROW BACK-”

And ofc. Wammu showing up.

And naturally, the Bucci gang start freaking the fuck out. While Wammu is likely wearing “normal” clothes, they do very little to hide his actual size, being about 197 cm of pure muscle. He could likely snap them in half even without a Stand, and they assume he’s sent by the Boss……

Only for Giorno is run full speed and glomps him. The man doesn’t react in the slightest, he doesn’t even budge, however instead of looking angry or even displeased, he looks down with a warm smile and picks Giorno up like he’s a little kid

and then while they’re still trying to figure out what’s going on Giorno hits them with the bomb that is “this is Wammu, he’s my brother’s husband :D”

Also, I’d image that Wammu would be……. VERY touchy on the whole “father willing to kill child for power” thing going on with Trish because…… well *gestures at the whole Kars and Esidisi thing*

I bet by the end of this adventure Wammu’s going to be asking his spouses how they’d feel about adopting yet another daughter

#if I had a nickel for every time trish got adopted in one of these aus #…….I don’t know how many nickels I would have because this happens so often #honor bound #vampiric giorno #night learns the sun #jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure #golden wind #vento aureo #jjba part 5 #jjba giorno #giorno giovanna #jjba joseph #joseph joestar #jjba wamuu #wamuu #jjba suzie q #suzie q #jjba lisa lisa #lisa lisa #jjba caesar #caesar zeppeli #jjba jotaro #jotaro kujo #jjba trish #trish una #bucci gang #sb answers #reggie trying thier best

[criticalrolo]

i INSTANTLY need to know more about cormorant da-ge

im sticking nie mingjue in a house by the river run by two lesbians with their younger siblings so he can make friends with some birds and be wildly overprotective of the kids to his hearts content

anyway here's what's going on to get NMJ sent to the seaside for his health like a jane austen character

JGS is making noises about how much more convenient his life would be if someone would Rid Him Of This Turbulent Sect Leader, Henry II style, and JGY has the idea to try out this cool new composition called the Song of Turmoil

Except he's never tried to kill someone with the Song of Turmoil before, and apparently those songs are powerful enough to kill people within three notes if played by a master! and this is a Modified Version that could conceivably do... Anything

So the first time he decides to try out the song. well. instead of a slow poison he's got a half-dead da-ge spitting blood on the floor 50% of the way into a qi deviation

PANIC. drag his sworn brother to the Koi Tower Basement to see if your half-baked stygian tiger amulet can do anything

the song is still in NMJ's head causing problems so he works out a plan with XY to try to just. erase the song and the memory of that afternoon. see if that does the trick

NMJ wakes up and says what the fuck. where am i. who are you

FUCK SHIT FUCK okay. we're going into crisis mode since we obviously can't send an amnesiac da-ge back to Qinghe when we were SUPPOSED to be doing medical care

Xue Yang go dump this guy in a river to get him as far away from here as possible while JGY does some DAMAGE control to make it look like NMJ left Lanling like expected and possibly disappeared on the way back home

1 terrible trip down the river later, local Yunping fisherman's cormorants find a body in the weeds. he fishes the biggest dude he's ever seen out of the water and OOPS this guy is still alive!! good thing his sister's "very good friend who shares a room with her and is raising a child with her" is the town's doctor!

Cue frantic life saving scene where eventually This Guy wakes up and tells them he doesn't remember anything about himself or his life. oh no he must have fallen off a boat somewhere and hit his head really hard :(

Doesn't even know his own name. He's pretty sure he can remember being called Da-ge by someone though

They'd feel bad if they just set this guy wandering off with literally Nothing to go on in the world. plus he can reach the top shelves in their house without having to get a chair

He can stay with them if he helps with the farm animals, learns how to fish, and helps out the family business. And even though his meridians are all fucked up he's got a little bit of cultivation ability so he can help their daughter build up her golden core. He's pretty good at this training thing!

They've got nine cormorants named after the Nine Sons of the Dragon. Baxia the cormorant is fucking obsessed with Da-ge for whatever reason

Domestic life continues with Da-ge out on a boat during the day and helping the cultivators out with developing their golden cores, training they normally wouldn't really have access to

One day the doctor says her cousin is coming to visit! she hasn't seen her since the end of the Sunshot campaign and she's excited to reconnect with her. oh look here she comes!! hi luo quinyang it's been forever since we've seen you!!

POV: you are Mianmian, you left the cultivation world a year ago and you're traveling around as a rogue cultivator now. You visit your cousin. Fucking Chifeng-Zun is in her front yard. He's been presumed dead for the last year. what the actual fuck do you do

meanwhile JGY is desperately trying to convince NHS back in Qinghe to accept that his brother is dead for his own sake <3 for his own closure so he can lead the sect in his brother's memory <3 please god stop looking into this <3

NHS: "haha yeah you're probably right sang-ge. anyway im going to go look into all of our historical records to see how i can get access to Dead People's Spirits to Find Their Bodies and maybe this will lead to me bringing my dead necromancer friend back from the dead. xoxo"

anyway eventually they reunite and it's a whole debacle. this is actually a v long way for me to make NMJ and mianmian accidental friends because I think it would be funny

#this au is parallel to the au in my head where the Mamas Nie disappeared because. they time traveled by accident. dont worry about it #things that can heal qi deviations: hanging out with cooler lesbians and being friends with birds #making more lesbian friends certainly fixed a lot of MY spiritual cognition. ANYWAY #nie mingjue #jin guangyao #nie huaisang #mianmian #mdzs #cormorant fishing au

[greentrickster]

One of my earliest, weirdest, memories involving religion involves sneaking downstairs one night when I was somewhere around five or six. I don’t remember why I went down - could have been scared and wanted to talk to my parents, could have been that I knew from a young age they watched TV sometimes after I went to bed and I snuck down to watch.

Anyway, the point is, I’m a small child, being raised in a very vaguely Christian household, it’s late at night, I’m supposed to be in bed, my parents are watching TV, and I’m peering sneakily into the living room as they do this for reasons unremembered.

This moment does not last long, however. In fact, it lasts exactly long enough for someone on the TV to say, in a very serious voice, “God is dead, and we have the body to prove it.”

Now, if it had just been the first part of the sentence, things might have been different. It’s a popular Nietzsche quote, and I’m sure there are plenty of other people out there who heard it young and got to experience their first crisis of anything as a result of it.

But that’s not what happened to me. No, I’m now young, creative, neurodivergent (undiagnosed at the time), and in the middle of panic attack because someone has killed God. A thing I know, because an adult on the TV just said so very seriously, with an image of a covered body to go with it. And I’m a little kid from an only vaguely religious household - I have next to no grasp of who or what God is, but I am now extremely concerned about him, because someone just said he’s dead, and I’ve seen dead birds in the backyard, so I understand the concept of death in that it’s something very upsetting and you don’t come back from it. This isn’t a thought experiment, this isn’t a re-evaluation of my place in the universe, this is undeniable proof that God is dead because somebody killed him. They have a body to prove it and everything. Yeah, I barely know who he is and have next to no grasp on theology, but I’m upset! Because- dead! That’s bad!

And I’m pretty sure I just went back to bed after this and didn’t talk to my mom about it in tears until the next day, giving her the experience of getting to assure her small child that it’s okay, God’s fine, nobody murdered him, it was just people saying silly things on TV.

TL;DR: There may have been a point in my life where I could have potentially had a somewhat normal relationship with religion, but by golly did that ship sail early.

#my life

[lemon-boy-stan]

Can I have a Steve Harrington x Munson female reader where she's the one that gets dragged into the upside down instead of Steve and is the one that gets hurt. Lots of Steve fluff where he's just worried about her being hurt along with Eddie telling her she's stupid for doing that and being worried brother

hiiii anon, tysm for this request, i cried while writing it so i hope you enjoy lol (also im so sorry i forgot about the munson!reader 😔😔, hope you like it anyway??) I DID NOT SEE THE FLUFF PART I AM SO TREMENDOUSLY SORRY

"0x1 = LOVESONG"

summary: steve's girlfriend dives into lover's lake instead of steve. genre: angst. warnings: swearing, sexual references (literally just one), mentions of death, death scene. pairing: steve harrington x reader. an: based on this song by txt. also, i don't know the word count but its long asf lmfao

in this world of zero / i know / you're my / one and only.

in this endless darkness / like / oh my god, / so / holy.

from the / tip of my fingers / everything / runs / far away

my life / before you / was a mess,

couldn't win / this one round / of chess.

Steve turned to you with a growl, continuing his rant. "I swear to god, Y/N, if you die here I am going to kill you. I will kill you dead." you grinned at his words, "yeah, 'cause that's what 'killing you' means." and Steve glared at you. You rolled your eyes.

Eddie snorted, "your love language is one kind of strange, Harrington." Steve huffed loudly, puffing out his chest. You nuzzled your head into his neck, kissing his skin softly. "Don't worry, Stevie," you whispered softly, "I'm going to be okay. We're all gonna be okay." Steve nodded uneasily, letting out a shaky sigh. "I know," he said quietly, "I know. I just... I can't loose you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I can't loose you, baby. I don't wanna love anyone else."

You let out a broken sob, trying to muffle it in his shirt, "you won't. You won't, I promise." The boat was silent for a while, with nothing but the tide of Lover's Lake and the shuffling sounds of Eddie playing with the sleeves of his leather jacket to keep you company.

Robin slid the antenna of the radio up towards the sky and spoke into it what you were sure she thought was quietly, but evidently was not, because it broke the long, suffering silence. "Uh, Dustin. Your compass has gone from broken to completely screwed with a capital - ahh!" the kid spoke from the other end of the receiver, "then I think you've found watergate."

Steve frowned, clearing his throat, "what's Watergate?" you shrugged. Nancy turned to where you sat, "uh, I think 'cause it's under water and it's a gate." you nodded your understanding. Steve gripped your hand even tighter.

Robin radioed off, "alright, well, it's in the Lake, but I think we should try and see where it is first before, you know, jumping aimlessly into the beyond..." you stood up. "I'll do it." no one else had as much under water experience as you did.

Steve shook his head violently, standing up too. "Y/N, no. You're not going down there alone. You're not." eyes looking like they would start flowing with tears any minute, you hated how stressed this was making him, but you were the only one who could go down there.

"Steve," you said slowly, "Steve, baby, I've got to go down there and see where it is. I need you up here to come get me if anything happens, but I need you up here if anything happens to me down there." this only made him panic more but you kept talking anyway, "but I'm the only one who's qualified to go down there, baby. I've got eleven medals in diving and I've done three years of lifegaurd training, but I need you here to come get me later."

And then Steve started yelling, "NO, Y/N! YOU'RE NOT GOING DOWN THERE, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" Robin and Nancy jumped in shock at the tone he never raised.

His eyes started to glint with tears but nothing actually fell, "WE ARE NOT HAVING THIS CONVERSATION! YOU ALREADY PUSHED IT BY GETTING ON THE DAMN BOAT. I'M GOING DOWN THERE, I WAS CO-CAPTAIN OF THE SWIM TEAM AND I CAN DIVE, TOO. END OF CONVERSATION, STAY ON THE FUCKING BOAT."

You sighed softly, knowing he would forever hate you for doing this, but shrugged off the denim jacket anyways, Steve's cotton shirt hugging you tightly.

"Sorry, Steve," you whispered the words before pivoting quickly, staring into the murky obsidian lake water; and you dove. Steve roared loudly, rocking the boat angrily, making the girls shriek and Eddie swear in shock.

"Fucking bitch!" grumbled Steve, panic, worry, fear rolling in his mind, "fucking crazy bitch! She can't even see anything down there, she's gonna get herself killed, for fuck's sake..." he let out a tearless sob. Robin grabbed his shoulders, "hey, Steve. Your girlfriend's right, she is a really good swimmer. And besides, saw Eddie pass her a torch just before she went in." and Steve's breaths began to slow. Robin was right, Steve had seen yn dive from the highest platforms. He'd even seen her save kids in riptides who were close to drowning. She would be okay.

You let the torch in your hand guide you, the yellow light illuminating the dark blue waves of Lover's Lake as you swam through the bitter cold. Steve's shirt was not barely enough, and didn't even cover your arms, but you knew that the denim jacket would just drag you down.

You were counting in your head, how long you'd stayed under the water, and were up to just past thirty seconds as you kicked harder and swam below the darkness, towards the glowing red, away from Hawkins above.

And that's where you saw it, at the fifty-second mark, blaring through a heap of jagged rocks, brighter than police sirens, angrier than bleeding blood red. The vines crept along the center of it, hiding watergate from the deep.

In your head, Steve's voice told you not to go near the vines, but the vines themselves were pulling you near them, calling you. So you swam closer to Watergate, close enough to see that there was white in the red colouring of the lights.

And then one of the vines shot upwards and you screamed, silent bubbles leaping from your mouth, dropping the torch as it floated in the lake. You kicked, as fast as you could, back up towards the Lake, up to where the shadow of the boat was. "Just kep Swimming," said the Steve in your head, "you can do it. I know you can." fifty-five. Fifty-six. Fifty-seven Fifty-eight. You were going to die. Fifty-nine. You were going to die. Sixty - "hi guys."

The watter rippled beneath the boat and Robin swore loudly as head popped out, then your shoulders. Steve let out a gasp of relief. "Hi guys," you grinned widely, swimming over to the boat, "So the kid's a genius. I found Watergate and I think -"

But then Steve let out a horrified scream, an actual scream as your hands lost grip of Eddie's boat. You tried to look at what he was screaming at, but you felt it for yourself. The vines guarding Watergate had grabbed your ankle. You were screaming, too, heart thump, thump thumping. Steve gripped the surface of your hands, but the vines were stronger. They pulled you down, all the way down. Your heart was beating too unnaturally fast.

Steve screamed in horror, gripping on to your wrist, he didn't care if you would break. He couldn't loose you. He couldn't. But the words tumbled from his mouth, "baby, no!" and you slipped from his grasp, the current tumbling over your head, breath fading as the bubbles leapt in a wordless scream of your boyfriend's name.

And suddenly it was all over, the drowning. The vines dragged and dragged, under the water, under Hawkins. The water was gone, and for a while you thought you were dead; you opened your eyes and your breath vanished again, for a split second.

The upside down. You'd remembered listening to Will's tales of it in '83, but you'd never actually believed it. The place might as well be hell. It was like a bad joke, dead, blue, and red all over. But you didn't get to marvel at the place long enough. Because the vines, the vines were still attatched to your ankles.

And there were more or them now. More of them, that came from the blue-grey ground. They were taking it, your breath, as they wrapped around your limbs and skin and body. You'd thought you were going to die in the lake, but you knew you were going to die here now. There was no point in screaming. No one was going to hear you from another dimension.

from this / bottomless pit / you're the only one / shining gold.

now, i can't / stop thinking about you / when i'm sinking / alone.

And so you searched and searched in your mind until you found him, found his calm, safe words. Steve coaxed you, "it's okay to die. It's okay. I won't be upset, I promise. You can let go, baby. You can just let go." but then the other Steve, the other Steve spoke in shattered sobs, "you can't die, baby. You can't die. You've got so much for you, we have so much ahead of us. We haven't even gone to the Grand Canyon. We have to go to the Grand Canyon. Please. Please don't leave me."

And as the bats tore away at your skin and the vines wrapped around your limbs, you hung on. Clinging to his voice, both his voicees inside your head, trying to wrestle free from the grasp of the vines. "Keep fighting," said the Steves, "you've gotta keep fighting." they were the same person now. Keeping you going.

The tears, even though you didn't want them to, fell from your cheeks, you let out more sobs as they mixed with your blood, stinging the gashing scars. "It's okay," cried Steve softly, "it's okay. You're gonna be okay,"

the angel who one day, / appeared / to me

take me away / to your / hometown

i know / it's real / i can feel it

im full of problems / lovesick / nowhere else to go / i was fine to die, / i'm a loser / in this game.

the only one / rule / of this world / save me / take my hand, / please use me / like a drug.

"FUCK YOU!" Steve's voice rang low and loud, echoing throughout Hawkins. You craned your neck up because you didn't believe what you were hearing, you didn't believe it at all. Steve.

Not the Steve in your head, the real Steve, tears streaming down his stranger cheeks that never recognised crying. Steve roared loudly, "FUCK YOU!" a boat oar in his hands, "FUCK YOU AND YOU AND YOU!" Steve leapt at the bats, taking them out in groups of three and five.

Nancy shot them with her rifle, and Eddie and Robin tackled with them until the remaining two squeaked and flew away into the crimson red night. Eddie pumped his fists in the air, "EAT SHIT, DRACULA!" he turned to Steve and grinned, "guess there were vampires after all."

But Steve wasn't listening. He didn't care about the vampires. He just cared about getting you to saftey. Steve tore at the vines, ripping them in half. He thought that maybe it was the sudden course of adrenaline making him stronger, or the fear of loosing his girlfriend.

Either way, he tore through them, grabbing you rougly and ripping you from the ground. You cried out in pain and he almost broke down right there and then, but he told himself to get his shit together.

say you love me / say you love me

till the / end of the world. / all or nothing,

i want all of you / i know i love you.

i'm not going to make it / i won't be able to get / into heaven / i don't / belong there / there's no place / for me / in heaven.

at / the tips of my feet / everything / turned / pitch

"Steve," you sobbed loudly, "Steve. It hurts." Steve choked back his own sob, "shh. Shh. know. I know. You're so strong. We're gonna get you safe, okay? You're so strong. Just hold on for me, okay, baby? Can you walk, princess? Can you stand up for me. Please."

You coughed before nodding grimly, "yeah. I think. I think I can. Not ready yet. Not ready to go. Gonna - need you help me stand please Stevie please," Steve choked again as he watched you cough up blood, wiping it gently away from your chin. "Yeah, of couse, of course,"

Steve took three deep breaths, "I'm just gonna lift you. I'm gonna lift you now, okay, sweetheart?" you nodded at him, mind blank, focusing completely on his words. "Steve," you whispered, "keep talking. Please. I don't wanna die, please keep talking please."

black / in this world / of ice / you're my one /

shining glow. / now i can't / stop / thinking about you / when i'm / sinking / alone

i'm full of / problems / lovesick / no way /

to go / i was fine / to die / im a loser / in this game /

the only one rule / of this world / save me

take my hand / please use me like a drug / i know

i love you

Steve nodded, "okay. Okay, baby. Shh. Just listen to me talk, yeah?" it hurt to move, but you hoped he knew you were listening. Steve let out a shattered breath as he got you on your feet.

He smiled, "do you... do you remember how you alway got mad at me for walking into rooms when you were alone in them?" he chuckled softly, "it was - it was because you would always sing when you thoight I wasn't there. And I said you should consider it, singing, I mean, but you always said no because you said you sounded like Tammy Tohmpson."

"And I said, 'no, she sounds like a muppet. You sound actually good.' and you said, 'no, I sound like a muppet.' and also, also -"

You let out a sharp cry of pain as you walked.

Steve tried not to sob, "also do you remember that night in freshman year at Josh's party where you got really drunk and when you gret drunk you get sad and you told me, you said you were fat and ugly and I got so mad I got so mad because it's not true at all and oh my god we went for so long that night oh my god. I kept telling you how pretty you were."

He still kept talking.

"Or that time. '84. Where you - you saved me from Billy and you kicked his ass and I kept on thinking, you're so fucking hot and awesome - no. No. No, no, no. Please. Please baby. Please don't go. Please. Please, no! Please baby. Please. NO, DON'T FUCKING LEAVE ME DON'T FUCKING LEAVE ME PLEASE Y/N PLEASE PLEASE DON'T GO DON'T GO,"

But you were going. You knew you were going. You smiled softly, "it's okay, Stevie," standing limp on the ground, "I - It's okay." and Steve cried, sobbing big loud tears, "no, nononononono." you held your smile, "I could never make six kids anyway." giggling quietly, ignoring the blood. Steve sobbed, "I don't need six kids. I don't even need one kid. I just need you. I love you. Please. Please I love you so much." your ankle twisted so you fell and he held you in a bridal position, "it's okay, Stevie. I love you too. It's okay. I wanna... tell me ... the ... the Grand Canyons. And... and the Rockies."

Steve nodded but he was still crying, "we'd go... in a caravan. Just Like Eddie's. Every Summer. Our kids. Would... they would be so fucking loud and noisy, Y/N, you have no idea. Even more annoying than those little shitheads.

It would be so hot in there but I don't think they would mind, and on late nights we'd just chill under the stars and I'd try to stargaze but you know stars are difficult so anyway I think we would just sit there and watch them.

We would have three boys and three girls and they would run around the backyard and they would always be fighting with each other but that's okay because I mean, like, Dustin and stuff fight all the time and anyway I don't think that would matter.

We could have a dog. It would be because the kids wanted it and they said they'd look after it but it would always end up to be you and I who looked after it, we could call it Gumbo like that little green dude, you know... and I don't think we'd live in Hawkins but I do think we'd come back sometimes, just for old time's sake..." and Steve kept talking, talking long after he knew the lights had gone out, because he knew it was what you wanted.

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[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

Run to the Hills

Possession for Day 6 of @mungroveweek !

It had been four days since Eddie had last seen his boyfriend, and at this point, he was worried. It had been almost three months since they'd become official. Well, as "official" as a gay couple in Hawkins could be. The two carefully sneaking behind the backs of judging eyes with only a handful of people knowing about the couple. If he couple, Eddie would excitedly get on a table and two the world about his love for Billy. He wanted to do that more than anything, but he couldn't. Not here in Bumfuck, Indiana. Not when Billy still lived with the walking shitbag that was Neil Hargrove. The blonde never said it, but Eddie saw the look of fear that crossed his boyfriend's eyes when the topic of his father came up.

"Kid, you okay?" Eddie didn't realize how anxiously he'd been scribbling into his notebook until he was surprised by his uncle's hand on his shoulder. The metalhead looked back to see his uncle holding the ugly Garfield mug Eddie bought him last father's day in his free hand with a concerned look on his face. "You look all worked up about something."

"It's nothing, Wayne." Eddie waved his uncle off. "Just...thinking about something."

"About that boy of yours? Haven't seen him come 'round these past few days."

"No, just...just trying to get ready for my senior year. Again. I'm thinking about getting a tutor." A blatant lie. Wayne didn't need to know that.

"Right." Wayne replied with a raised eyebrow. "Well, I'm leaving for work. Make sure to lock the door behind you when you leave."

"Yeah, sure." Eddie agreed half heartedly as Wayne left the trailer. His attention returned to the notebook page now covered almost completely in black pen scribbles. Damn it, this was really starting to bother him. Eddie glanced to the side at the phone on the wall. He wanted to call Billy. But there was also the chance Neil would pick up. Eddie could only imagine what the man would do if another boy called asking to talk to his son. "Damn it." Eddie cursed quietly, contemplating what to do when there was a knock on the front door.

"The hell?" Eddie asked out loud as he got up. Going over to the door with mild confusion. "Wayne?" He called out experimentally. "You forget something?" The teen pressed his face to the door and looked through the peephole. His eyes widened as he recognized the figure on his porch. Eddie practically yanked the door open where he was greeted by the familiar figure of his boyfriend. "Billy! Holy shit!" Eddie exclaimed, probably a bit too loudly, but he didn't care. "Fuck, I was starting to get worried about you," Eddie led the blonde into the trailer excitedly," I almost called-wait, shit, Billy, are you okay?" It took a solid minute for Eddie to notice the state of his boyfriend. Billy stared at him blankly as his body shook. A sheen of sweat covered his distressed face with a mess of blonde curls matted to the sides. He looked like a hot mess. Even worse, Eddie took note of the bruises that covered his arms and chest.

"Fuck, what happened to you?" Eddie asked as he gently took one of Billy's hands in his. "Did that bastard do that to you? I swear to God, I'll kill him if he did-"

"Already did that." Billy finally spoke, his voice coming out through gritted teeth. "You're next."

"What?" Eddie asked as confusion knit into his face. "Come on, dude, what-?" Eddie was cut off by one of the blonde's hands darting out and grabbing him by the throat. Immediately, the boy began to panic as he tried to struggle against Billy's grip. He watched in horror as Billy's veins began to bulge and his eyes darkened. With a supernatural strength, Billy lifted him off the ground single handedly.

"He became a part of us. So will you and everyone else in this God forsaken town." The voice that spilled out wasn't Billy. Eddie knew his boyfriend, this wasn't him. Something was wearing his skin like a disgusting flesh puppet. Maybe an alien. Eddie was struggling to think as he struggled to stay awake and breathe. His arms fell to the side as things started to grow fuzzy. Barely maintaining consciousness when the grip suddenly relented.

Eddie fell to the floor, gasping for air as his vision swam back into the focus. Looking up, Eddie saw Billy standing above him as his body twitched and jerked side to side.

"You can't have him."

"You can't tell us what we can have."

"No! I'll fucking kill you if you touch him again."

"Why must you continue to fight?"

Eddie watched in confusion as Billy's voice switched back and forth, his arms literally tearing at each other when his head snapped to face Eddie.

"Run!" Billy's voice screamed at him. Eddie couldn't help but obey as his feet carried him out the door and far, far away from his home and his boyfriend. A sinking feeling buried itself in Eddie's gut as he wondered what the hell he was supposed to do now.

#stranger things #fanfiction #stranger things au #eddie munson #billy hargrove #mungrove #mungrove week #billy x eddie #mind flayer #possession #wayne munson #neil hargrove is his own warning

[enderwalking]

Please show us a world where Sam saw .2 degrees of reason or got distracted or something and was not murdered there and nothing bad ever happens to cpeerpressure.

"Dream doesn't care!" Techno shouts as he dashes, frenzied, towards where Sam is threatening his protege, his friend.

The warden's blade swings down once. It catches Ranboo in the back and knocks him to his knees in the shallow water, and Ranboo is looking up towards him with resignation in his eyes, is reaching out with something clutched in his hand, and his lips are moving as he speaks, but Techno is deafened by the panic roaring through his ears as Sam raises his sword to strike the killing blow, and save him save him SAVE HIM--

"Dream doesn't care, I CARE!"

And somehow, miracle upon miracles, perhaps by the force of his words or perhaps by the sound of Dream's triumphant whoops of laughter as he rides circles around the assembled crowd, the warden's blade pauses for just a moment. And just a moment is enough.

Orphan Obliterator slashes out in a wide arc; he doesn't manage to hit Sam, but it's enough to make him leap away to avoid the blow. Techno douses Ranboo and himself in Regen and Swiftness, heaves the kid over his shoulder, and makes a break for the hills. Suddenly, Dream is riding up alongside him leading a second horse, seething, "We need to go, now!" and, well. Techno certainly has no arguments.

They do not stop until they reach the safety of the Arctic.

---

As soon as they dismount, Phil is upon them.

"Bruh, what happened back there? Here, take some of this, eat," he fusses, shoving golden apples and steak into Ranboo's arms.

"Gotta be honest, I could ask the same thing," Techno says. He's close enough that it probably qualifies as hovering. Ranboo can't help but inadvertently shrink under all the attention.

"I just-- I wasn't quick enough," he stammers. He's shaking slightly. Hopefully it passes off as shock. Maybe it is shock, who's to say? "He...the water. It slowed me down because, y'know, Enderman, and um. I couldn't get away."

Phil grimaces and gives him a quick once-over, clearly checking for injuries (which the Regen thankfully took care of). Techno, meanwhile, claps him on the shoulder. "You gotta stop getting yourself in these situations, man," he says, the teasing tone belied by the urgency in his grip. "First the Egg, and now prison? How'd you manage to get yourself arrested in the first place? Not that I'm not proud of you for sticking it to the system, but we can't go getting caught; jail time is not fun, I can tell you that."

Dream snorts. Ranboo jolts at the reminder that he's there, leaned against the fence of Techno's stable a few feet away. He's still bereft of his signature mask, so Ranboo can see the thinly veiled interest in his expression.

"I don't know," Ranboo says. "I think that I was just there as leverage. To keep him from leaving." He stares Dream dead in the eyes as he speaks. Dream stares right back.

"Just goes to show that Sam's a huge idiot," Dream scoffs. "Why would I care if you're in prison? No offense." He grins like he's teasing. It's just a bit too wide.

Ranboo's hands twitch where he's been wringing them nervously. He averts his gaze. "Yeah," he mumbles. "Why would you care?"

"Well, obviously someone cares," Phil cuts in with a big smile. "Isn't that right, Techno?"

Techno coughs far too aggressively. "Hah? Not sure what you're getting at there, Phil."

Phil nudges him with an elbow. "I seem to recall hearing a certain someone shouting quite a lot." He pitches his voice down for a nasally Techno impression. "'Dream doesn't care, I care! Hrrr, I'm Technoblade and I care soooo much.' Sound familiar?"

Techno staunchly refuses to make eye contact. "Mmm, doesn't ring a bell. And speaking of bells!"

"Oh my god, mate, come on--"

And Techno doesn't say anything else on the matter, but as he turns to head inside and do his periodic selling out, he wordlessly ushers Ranboo in as well. And as Ranboo thinks back on those words that were shouted in fear and desperation and utter sincerity, despite the roiling anxiety still thrumming under his skin, warmth still manages to bloom in his chest, and he can't help but smile.

#asks #graphite my friend graphite! #lei writes #this is several days later and ended up about 500 words longer than it was meant to be and it's STILL shorter than it could have been #BUT I PICKED A POINT AND CUT IT OFF.

[remuslupinsdaughter]

Protect her

Summary:A 13 year old girl is rescued from the militia by agent Madani and is put under Franks protection.

Warnings: swearing, trauma, panic attacks, violence, blood, weapons, domestic child abuse If you’ve watched the punisher you know the drill.

Part one

Madanis team had yet another successful raid on the Militia, she strutted back up to her office and began filling in her paperwork, “uh hey Madani we got a problem” a member of her team said hovering in the doorway of her office, “what is it agent?” She asked her triumphant mood starting to fade, “well we were finishing up at the raid and we found something well uh not something uh-“ “for gods sake agent spit it out I don’t have all day” Madani said getting increasingly irritated, “we found a kid” the agent said. Madanis head shot up “what.” “She’s in the interrogation room” the agent said, Madani dropped her papers and marched down to the interrogation room any sign of her good mood completely gone.

She walked into the observation area where two other agents stood, “ok what do we know?” She said looking through the glass at the girl, “her names Rory, she’s thirteen years old and completely terrified” the agent said, Madani nodded and walked out the room then entered the interrogation room. Rory was sat hugging her knees to her chest and hiding her head in them, she lifted her head when she heard the door close. “Hello Rory I’m agent Madani” she said sitting down in front of her, “can I get you some water?” She asked, Rory nodded, Madani poured herself and Rory a glass of water, Rory leaned over to pick up her water, Madani noticed bruises littered up her arm, “hey did someone do this to you?” She said gently touching her arm, Rory yanked it back and pulled her sleeves over her arms. “Hey I want a doctor to check you out, make sure you’re ok” Madani said, Rory didn’t say anything just rested her chin on her knees.

Madani left Rory with the doctor and walked out, “well?” The agent who had been waiting on the observation room said holding his hands up, “she needs to go into protection, Militia will come looking for her, so will Anvil and by the bruises on her wrists I’m guessing they won’t be nice” Madani said, “I know someone who can keep her safe, let me make some calls” she continued then exited the room pulling out her phone.

“Hey I need a favour from you” she said, “what is it now Madani you know I’m not your personal hitman” a gruff voice replied from the other end of the phone, “I don’t need you to kill anyone Frank, I need you to protect someone” Madani said, “protect who?” Frank asked, “meet me at the diner on I-94 in an hour” she replied and ended the call. She entered the interrogation room again, the doctor approached her, “I couldn’t get a good look at her she wouldn’t let me but there’s no broken bones” Madani nodded “ok thank you” she said and approached Rory, “hey kid I’m gonna take you to someone who’ll keep you safe, come on” she said picking up Rory’s bag.

Madani drove herself and Rory to the diner where she was meeting Frank, she directed Rory to a booth, “hey you hungry?” She asked Rory, she still wouldn’t talk, Madani ordered some eggs anyway. Franks truck pulled up and he walked inside immediately stopping in his tracks when he saw Rory. Madani stood up and approached him, “you never told me it was a kid Madani” Frank snapped, “If I said it was a kid you wouldn’t have shown up” “yeah you’re damn right I wouldn’t have shown up I’m not a babysitter Madani” he continued slightly raising his voice, Madani rolled her eyes, “Frank just sit down and hear me out, she really needs you.”

“Fine.”

#frank castle #the punisher #marvel #child reader

[ackerfics]

Dad eren with teenage daughter who’s hailey, cassie is lily, aran is alex (ezria decided to stay home) (0:32) eren having a panic attack knowing this day would come but still wasn’t ready for it

if lock!eren has a teenage daughter, she would always be butting heads with aran. she's closest with ezra given that she's his twin sister. eren always gets a near heart attack when his sweet little girl does things that gives the implication that she's slipping away from his fingers. i can't help but make this into a scenario, good Lord. here you go, love! < enjoy 3

[at the time i finished this]: this took longer than i anticipated :> i have so many schoolwork because we're nearing our finals. this explains why i spend less time here now :< i can't seem to find the time to write these days and it's making me sad.

aversion? — set in the lock universe where eren and reader has a teenage daughter

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"This sucks," Eileen Jaeger grumbles in the backseat of the car, huffing away her hair that she inherited from you. She's squished in with her little brothers, both of which pull on her sanity every single day of her life. She adores Caspian simply because he has this baby face that he never lost even at thirteen. However, the bane of her existence comes in the form of Aran, the cheeky bastard who's the second mother of the family when you're out for the day. Eileen crosses her arms on her chest while leaning forward to place her face in the middle of the front seats. "Dad, are you sure you really convinced Ezra to come with us?"

Eren looks up to the rearview mirror and meets his daughter's eyes. She takes after you --- it's almost like he's looking at a younger you that he met when he was in high school. Imagine his elation when you gave birth to two precious babies, both of which had no shed of him on their features. Ever since you announced your pregnancy, he always hoped the baby would be your carbon copy. Both Ezra and Eileen are blessings that you bestowed him, with one of them requesting to be left alone back home because of exam revisions (something that Eileen should be doing instead of accompanying her brothers to the shopping district). "Yeah, I did, sweetie," Eren answers while turning back to the road. "He's busy studying for his exams."

"Which you should be doing," Aran casually states from the other side of the back seat.

"Do you even know how to have fun, Ran?" Eileen shots back.

"No need to get all worked up," the younger boy raised his hands. "I'm just saying that you need to sort out your priorities straight."

"Dad, I think we should drop Aran in the funhouse since he went past the stage of having a childhood, unlike Caspian."

Caspian leans back in his seat. "Hey, don't drag me into this."

"Dad will kill me if I say this to you but we all know which stage you're going to be standing on if you keep this up."

"Hey, at least I have the body for it---"

"So, you agree? You're going to end up in a stripping---"

"Oh, shut up!"

"Okay, okay, okay," Eren voices out from the driver's seat. "This dispute you two have should be postponed for the rest of the day. Do I make myself clear?" When his kids don't answer, Eren peers through the rearview mirror with slightly narrowed eyes. "Do I make myself clear?" He doesn't know how you do this when he's not home.

"Yes, Dad." Both Eileen and Aran mutter back.

"Good. Because God knows what your mother would do to me if we go back home from this impromptu trip with you still fighting." The brown-haired man shudders at the image of you staring at him from across the counter island with a spatula in hand, with half of your children throwing daggers back and forth in the background. The shopping district is then in view and Eren is craning his neck to catch a free spot in the expansive parking lot. With the vehicle parked, he turns around to his three angelic children who don varying faces of excitement. Eileen is pursing her lips while side-eyeing the window, Aran is humming something under his breath, and Caspian leans forward to match Eren's wide-eyed stare. "Alright, my offspring, how about some lunch? The food court is calling me."

"The food court?" Eileen scrunches her face. "Dad, there are restaurants in the district that don't smell like a boys' locker room."

Eren slowly shifts his head to his only daughter. "How do you know what a boys' locker room smells like---?"

"I actually like the food court," Caspian conveniently slides into the conversation.

"See!" The oldest Jaeger in the car cheers, his emerald eyes shining with glee. "Cassie likes the food court. So, how about it, huh? Come on, we shouldn't deprive ourselves just because of Leen's aversion t--"

Aran cackles.

Eren looks like he received the news that you're pregnant with twins again.

When nobody laughs along with him, Aran glances at Eileen who's pleading for him to stop opening his mouth. He shoots her an apologetic look but she simply gives him her back, opting to stare out the window with a regretful air around her. "Never m-mind," Aran tries to defuse the tension but judging from the blank yet hooded reaction from their father, he knows he fucked up. Ezra doesn't even know that Eileen already lost her virginity (such a funny concept, Aran thinks) and he's her twin. It just brought out when Eileen came home in the earliest of mornings while Aran was preparing breakfast, with the girl looking like she spent the night with a raccoon (her boyfriend looks like one anyway). She made him promise that he would never voice this out to anyone else. Now, Aran wants nothing more than to disappear, especially when Eren meets his gaze. He hastily looks down because his father looks like he's ready to burn everything to the ground while having an internal meltdown. "F-Forget I said anything."

But the damage is done. The car is silent, tension palpable that Caspian is starting to fiddle with his shirt's collar. It stays that way until the family reaches the doll store. It's their first stop since Mikasa and Sasha requested for them to bring their daughter's broken one, hoping to get it fixed before the baby realizes it's gone.

Eren remains brooding as they enter the store, his goddaughter's broken doll embraced close to his chest. Some mothers pull their children away from him, his long hair, small tattoos, and stud earrings not helping how people see him at the moment. The three Jaeger kids slowly follow their father, who's making a beeline toward the doctor's room. Aran purses his lips with wide eyes, Eileen is about to cry, and Caspian grimaces at the current situation.

"Why would you react like that?" Eileen whirls to Aran. "You know how he is with this stuff!"

Aran turns to his older sister. Even at her shorter height, her anger always spooks him. It doesn't help that she looks like you. "I'm sorry! It just came out of me. You're not gonna lie --- it is funny!" He points at her.

Eileen looks offended. "No, it's not." She pauses, her face becoming more distraught at the thought that she disappointed her dad. "No, it's not! Nobody knows about this except you and I want it to stay that way until I leave for college. Mom has a suspicion, though, but I know she won't tell Dad about any of this."

"Stop panicking, Leen," Aran sighs out, his hands on his hips. "Dad won't think too much about my reaction."

"I highly doubt that," Caspian voices out. "Remember the time he caught me trying to buy that expensive soccer equipment on his laptop?" He receives looks of expectation from both of his older siblings. "He didn't believe my excuse of watching porn so he dug into his history until he found it. That man," he nodded his head towards Eren, "is one heck of an overthinker." Caspian shrugs. "Just saying." Then, he separates from the two towards the sports aisle of the doll store.

The two watch their baby brother pick up a male doll dressed as a soccer player with an impressed face. Aran shakes his head, leaving Caspian be, before facing his sister. "Leen, I doubt Dad will look deeper into this."

"Okay," Eren appears behind his kids, who jump an inch in the air at the sound of his drawling voice. "The doll is with the doctor right now. They're going to run some tests and they'll call us when it's married." All of Aran's self-convincing dissipate in thin air. Eileen freezes at the contained heavy breathing her father is doing since they entered the shopping district. "I mean, ready. They'll call us when she's ready. Ready. Such a funny word. Funny how people nowadays just claim they're completely ready. I thought it would take them years to realize they're ready but I guess I was wrong. Wrong and naive." Eileen and Aran don't dare exchange glances for fear of Eren sniffing out that maybe his second son has an inkling of his beloved daughter's predicament. "If you two will excuse me, I'll be making an important call."

The moment he walks out of the sliding doors of the store, Aran and Eileen share a relieved sigh.

"Important call? I bet it's Mom," Aran states.

Eileen groans. "Oh, great!"

Outside, Eren loses his blank facade. He puts his phone in his ear, the other side of the call already ringing. At the sound of the call picking up, he runs his hand through his hair, messing up his bun. "Honey," he all but breathed out.

You furrow your brows at your end of the call. Today is a busy day in the city hall and having your husband ring your desk telephone in the middle of it makes you straighten in your office. "Hey, honey, is something wrong? I didn't expect you to call at this hour." You look at the wall clock.

"Am I interrupting your work?" Eren asks.

"No, no. It's perfect timing actually. Uh, I just got out of a meeting." You meet eyes with your assistant outside of your office. Falco gestures to his desk, where a pile of files containing today's renovations around the city rests. You bit your lip to prevent a sigh from coming out. You point at the phone in your ear, hoping that the young man understands that you're talking to someone important. Falco nods, mouthing that you have ten minutes before you are needed by Darius Zackly. "You were saying, honey?"

Eren puts his free arm on his chest. "Do you know anything about Eileen?"

"What? Did something happen to her?"

"Does she talk to you about certain things?"

"Ren, please say it outright."

Eren ignores your request. "You know, about what goes on in her relationship with that raccoon-looking boy?"

"Oh, you mean with her boyfriend? Sometimes, yeah."

"And in those sometimes, did she mention anything about being ready?"

"Ren, what is this about?" Your tone is soft and Eren thanks you for it.

"You know how she never talks to me about anything ever since she started high school. I just," Eren sighs, "I just want to be a safe space for her to talk about everything and anything. Like how she is with you. It sucks that I'm always thrown in the dark when it comes to this stuff. I won't be mad at her, I hope she knows that. I want to be the cool dad who's chill enough to be okay with this." He trails off.

You smile. "But?"

"But I can't help but feel like she's growing up too fast."

"Yeah, I know, honey. To be honest, Leen didn't talk to me about it."

"What?"

"Mhm. I'm waiting for her to be comfortable enough to let us know. I had my suspicions and you confirmed it. Ren?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"Just because this happened to her, it doesn't mean she changed. She's still our Eileen, Ren. Now, promise me that you won't say something that can hurt her."

Eren softens, his shoulders losing the tension. "I promise, honey. I love you."

He's pretty sure you're looking down with a small smile that reaches your eyes, one that paints your irises in little stars. "I love you, Ren." It gives him butterflies. He can't help but grin at those three little words that became a daily exchange between you two, so frequent yet still holds the same intensity of feelings that only solidified now that you have a family with him. If this was during college, nobody would catch the two of you throwing that phrase casually. You two (most specifically you) believe that it's too big of a deal.

With his day shifting brighter after his call with you, Eren saunters the store with animated steps and a small grin that crinkles his eyes. He spots his two sons conversing at a tea party table in front of the huge window overlooking the floor of the store. He raises his eyebrows when he sees that Caspian is holding a doll while Aran picks out a couple of sports uniforms from a portable drawer. Despite the rare sight, Eren's grin broadens, warmth tingling his chest. He walks towards the doctor's room where he left the broken doll, stopping beside Eileen, who took the role of listening to the doctor while Eren made the call.

"So, what's the prognosis, doc?"

The doctor jumps at his sudden appearance. The man's eyes widened at Eren's height, a good five inches over the top of the pretend doctor's head. "Oh, you must be the one who dropped her here. Well, as I was saying to this young lady here," he nods at Eileen, "we can fix most of Sina's broken arm but she may never gain full mobility around the joints because the company doesn't make those parts anymore."

"That's pretty good, right? She'll look exactly the same, no one will know," Eileen states with a shrug of her shoulders.

Eren slightly pouts. "I'll know."

If you're here right now, you would have glared at him until he apologized for the unnecessary comment and for brewing another argument.

The doctor shifts in his seat. "Uh---"

"I'm saying that I like her the way she was, she's the sweetest girl I've ever cared for since she appeared." Silence. Eren hastily adds, "When I saw her out of her packaging, that is."

Eileen takes a deep breath. "Dad, she's still the sweetest girl you've ever cared for."

"No, she's..." He remembers your words. "I'm sorry, doc, but I'm still processing the news." Eren narrows his eyes, though not in a threatening manner. "Can we get a little privacy while we talk about the possible solutions that can cure the damage to this little girl?"

The doctor blinks. "Oh, sure." He stands up and points at the next room. "I have to deliver bad news to a kid over there anyway. Might as well do it now instead of pushing it back."

Now that the father-daughter duo has been left alone, Eren faces Eileen. He stuffs his hands inside his pockets instead of crossing them on his chest. "Listen, Leen," he starts, his voice cracking a little. Eren clears his throat while his mind runs a hundred different sentences to assure his only daughter. He lays out the facts: Eileen is almost of legal age and he claims he's a cool parent that rivals you in any aspect of the kids' lives. He thinks of saying that sex is a part of everyone's growth. He's ready to tell her that he's there if ever something goes wrong. Instead of voicing out the very essence of what he's thinking, Eren says, "This might probably be for a little while. Why don't you check on the food court and see if they have empty tables that can fit us four."

Eren is an idiot.

Eileen feels like all air has been sucked out of her lungs. "Oh." She looks down, her fingers wringing the sleeves of her cardigan. "O-Okay, Dad."

Eren purses his lips. "Okay, kiddo."

She turns away, only to come back a second later to ask, "Dad, do you want a booth or a regular table?"

The brunet releases a breath. His entire demeanor softens. "Whatever is right for you, sweetie. I trust your decisions and I trust you." He opens his arms. He doesn't even have to beckon her because his little girl, the sweetest that he ever cared for since she appeared in his life, immediately buries herself in his embrace. Eren feels her nuzzle deeper in his chest. It takes everything in him not to burst into tears. Instead, he inhales the familiar shampoo you always buy for her --- watermelon and something floral. Eren kisses the top of his daughter's head, contented that his bond with her becomes tauter than it already is.

bonus:

"Hey, Dad," Caspian calls out to Eren while they're waiting for the doll.

Eileen and Aran left to get a free spot in one of the family restaurants around the shopping districts, the former's request was approved because Eren felt the need to be sentimental.

The tall brunet looks at his youngest and down to the doll in his hands. "Yeah, Cassie?"

"Can I get this doll?" He carefully lifts the doll for his father to see. He knows this requires a double take --- a thirteen-year-old boy who wants to buy a doll. Caspian watches as Eren uncrosses his arms and tucks them into his pockets. "Uh, he is an all-around kid who likes all kinds of sports. You see, his kit has free ten sports outfits, all of them I play since elementary. I want to buy this doll because if I feel like playing another sport this school year other than soccer, I can just change his clothes. Like a mood tracker but for my hobby. I don't know if you understand me but---" The youngest Jaeger stops when Eren wraps his arms around his smaller figure. "Dad?" His voice is muffled.

"Yes, Cassie," Eren nods, kissing his son's head. "You can get that doll, you can even get more outfits for him if you want."

"... Dad, one additional outfit costs seventy-five dollars."

"You can get that doll and his free outfits."

Caspian laughs. "Thanks, Dad. You're so cool."

Eren sways Caspian to an imaginary tune, relishing in the happiness he got because of this trip.

#rorywrites #this gave me butterflies 🦋 ✨🦋✨ #anons 💌🥰 #serotonin boost (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*。 #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #eren x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren yaeger x reader #eren fluff #dad!eren #lock/encato universe ✨ #eren x y/n #eren jaeger x y/n #eren jeager

[ah-death]

I've decided to make an OC for fallout 3. Her name is Edalynn.

Eda and Butch are menaces to society pt 1

Gob: Is that everything Eda?

Edalynn: Yep! Oh wait, do you want this?

*Eda takes out the mini nuke and smacks it on the table*

Gob, freaking the hell out: WHERE'D YA GET THAT!?

Edalynn:... Around?

Edalynn: I know you're deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.

Butch: It's not a joke, I'm a legit snack!

Gob: I’m glad Charon feels safe enough to sleep around us. He looks peaceful.

Eda: *uncapping a black marker* And vulnerable.

Eda: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter and Gob will accidentally cut his poor little hands on your stupidity. Please take my word on this.

Nova: What did you do?

Edalynn: A MISTAKE

Edalynn: *Stubs her toe* FUCK!

Gob: Mind your language!

Edalynn: What else am I supposed to say, “Woe is I”???

Gob:

Butch: You really have to accept that swear words are necessary sometimes Gob.

Edalynn: It's a little muggy out today.

Gob: Edalynn, if I go outside and all our mugs are on the lawn, I'm leavin' you.

Edalynn, sweating: *Sips Nuka-Quantum from a bowl*

Gob, tying up their riding brahmin: Can you get us a table love?

Edalynn: Sure thing!

*Seconds Later, Running Out of Rivet City with a table*

Edalynn: UNTIE...THE BRAHMIN!

*Edalynn and Butch are doing something absurdly dangerous*

Edalynn: I think Houdini did something like this once! Why, if I recall correctly, he was out of the hospital in no time!

Butch, enthusiastically: Well that's encouraging!

Butch: You're right.

Edalynn: That's... That's an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

Gob: Where are you going?

Edalynn: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I’ll decide on the way there.

Butch: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Nova: Wasn't Eda with you?

Edalynn: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

Edalynn: Are you sure this is the right direction?

Butch: Certainly, I'm as sure as I am honest!

Charon: In that case, we're definitely lost.

Edalynn: Bye Gob! Bye Charon! Bye Fawkes! Bye Jericho! Bye Gob!

Butch: You said ‘bye Gob’ twice.

Edalynn: I like Gob.

Butch: When Emma gets older, I'll teach her about sports and stuff and you guys are in charge of her emotional crap. We agreed that's how we'd raise our kids.

Gob: Our kids? Butch, I'm married to Edalynn.

Butch: Sorry man, package deal.

Gob, looking to Eda:

Eda, shrugging: Can't get rid of him. I've tried.

Butch: Is Charon his real name?

Edalynn: He’s older than us.

Butch: That’s not what I asked.

Edalynn: That’s the information I have.

Butch: You're late. We said meet at sunset

Edalynn: I can still see the sun, you fucking midget

Nova: *Sneezes*

Edalynn: Oh, bless you.

Gob: *Sneezes*

Edalynn: Oh no Gob are you sick?! Here let me get you a blanket. Do you want some brahmin noodle soup?

Butch: *Sneezes*

Edalynn:

Oh my God, shut the fuck up.

Butch: Eda makes fun of me for my height.

Gob: Eda makes fun of everyone for their height.

Nova: you can't even be mad. She's 7ft tall.

Some Raider, trying to intimidate Charon: I have your little vault dweller!

Charon: Which one, the greaser or the one I actually care about?

Raider:…the tall one that doesn’t have any self preservation instincts???

Charon: Yeah, you don’t have her, she has you. Good luck with that.

Charon: um I have a joke to cheer you up.

Butch: You, a joke?

Charon, hesitant: Don’t be sad, because sad backwards is das, and das not good.

Butch:

Charon: Butch?

Butch, screaming: CHARON JUST TOLD A JOKE!

Edalynn, somewhere millions of miles away: OH MY FUCKING GOD

*Butch killing raiders*

Edalynn: I can't believe that's the same guy who cried when he got jelly on his fancy pants

Amata: *nodding, impressed*

Edalynn, talking about Butch to Gob and Nova: He listens to The Adventures of Herbert Dashwood on the radio even though he owns all of the holotapes.

Edalynn: Pointing this out confuses and upsets him.

Edalynn: Butch, we tried things your way.

Butch: No we didn't.

Edalynn: I did. In my head. It didn't work.

Edalynn: Write "nothing is set in stone" on my grave as both a witty pun and a subtle warning that I will be back

Butch: Once again, Butch and Edalynn save the day.

Charon: You didn’t do anything, it was all Eda.

Butch: We’re a package deal. Everyone knows that.

#fallout 3 incorrect quotes #fallout gob #fallout 3 #fallout 3 butch #fallout 3 charon #fallout lone wanderer #oc #fallout Nova

[fullofsunsetwhispers]

In your AU where Chase raises Omi, is Omi still bald or does he grow out his hair like Chase?

Well, yeah no changes when it comes to cheeseball's hairstyle. How come Rai and Jack would call him 'baldie' affectionately if he wasn't actually bald?

However, your ask made me think and I can actually have a little story explaining why Omi doesn't go in his dad's footsteps regarding having long hair. A short explanation is as follows - Omi can't grow out his hair because he has a certain health predicament that prevents his hair to grow. Sure, he is able to muster a soft down on his head, however, due to that frustration his hair can't grow any longer, it makes him angry and as a consequence, he shaves his head. Omi is of the opinion it is better to be bald in his case.

The main reason why I went with such a choice for Omi's hair problem is that there would be many instances in which Chase would try to lift his spirits up. Omi after their heart-to-hearts would feel more confident about his appearance, but deep down there is still that desire to have similar hair as his papa TTuTT

That desire will remind of itself in Omi's dreams aaand once he starts hanging out with Jack.

Let's suppose one day Omi tells Jack about that inconvenience that prevents him to grow out his hair. And Jack immediately admits he can help him with that. Spicer, instead of suggesting Omi he should try out some hair growth medications, goes: YEAH I CAN DESIGN A NICE PISTOL. ONE HIT WITH THAT BAD BOY AND YOU HAVE EVEN BETTER MANE THAN CHASE YOUNG!'

Like, ok Jackie that's so nice of you but oh boy that's a bad idea. So, Jack pulls out Dr. Doofenshmirtz, and a week later a miraculous technology (the hair-inator) is passed to Omi. But unfortunately, the hair machine malfunctions, and Cheeseball experiences the same fate as Marco from SVTFOE in ep12 of the 1st season. For a few minutes, Omi is over the moon because finally, he has a very impressive mass of black locks on his head. 'Thank you, Jack! I can't wait for dad to come home and see me like this! He would be moostly happy!' Jack is proud of himself, too - that's why he didn't complain when Omi launched himself at him to give him a biiig hug.

The boys, convinced of their victory over Omi's problem, decided to celebrate by playing a nice racing video game in front of the TV. But the longer they played, Omi noticed it was getting darker in the room and he can't see properly. He demands that Jack should stop messing with electricity. 'But I'm doing nothing I swear' - exclaims the boy genius only to yell out of fear a second later

'Oh my god, Omi! Your hair!'

'What about it?' - Omi instinctively touched the top of his head and went down to his face. It turns out he can't see because his fringe got too long, just like the rest of his hair. Jack starts panicking, knowing there is something wrong. He rose up from the couch, trying to figure out how to stop the growing process. He shot him with a ray of the hair-inator, making everything worse. Moments later, all of the rooms of Chase's citadel are filled with little one's enormous strands of hair!

Poor Omi turns into a hair monstrosity, just like Marco above.

Then the rest of the incident goes the same as that svtfoe episode. Jack gets separated from Omi and in a panic, calls the monks to help him out before Chase comes back. Because, of course, Jack would get himself killed for what he did to Chase's precious kid.

The Xiaolin gang does not take him seriously up to the moment they land before the entrance to Chase's lair. Poor Clay comments this is way worse than his uncle's body hair.

So, everyone digs through Omi's hair, and once they find him, they reverse everything back to normal either with Jack's invention or shen gong wu (or a mix of both?) Thank god they managed to fix the problem before Chase stormed in.

Omi promised Jack to not tell his dad what happened and the monks made it clear 'Jack owns them one'. So, Jack is very grateful for their help, he gives his word to buy them some ice cream next week.

When everyone leaves, Omi expresses his doubts. He's very upset yet another attempt has failed and Jack cuts him off, completely putting the blame on himself. Surprised Omi listens as Jack goes on and on about how he screwed up and this is the main reason why he doesn't have friends. Omi reassures Jack he still considers him his friend and the story ends with their hug!

Then, Chase passes through and coldly says: 'get out of my house, Spicer'

And Omi yells at him 'can't you see we're having a moment, dad!?'So, Chase leaves the boys, his face expressing a visible shock that he was being yelled at by his precious son. However, deep down he's glad because at least he knows Omi can set boundaries now.

Much time later Omi would give the monks further explanations why he would like to have any hair at this point. He's already experimenting with different (goth) outfits, so Kimiko suggests he can wear wigs from time to time!

And I must say, Omi is extremely glad his friends convinced him of that solution! He's a proud owner of several wigs and takes care of them diligently!

Chase approves because his heart melts every time the child happily roars whenever he puts a wig - black hair stretching to his shoulders: 'Look, dad! This one is my favorite because every time I wear it I can finally say we match!'

#ask #papa chase au #omi and chase #chase young #omi young #omi #jack spicer #raimundo pedrosa #some angst some wholesome moments. i like when these two things co-exist #clay bailey #kimiko tohomiko

[nottapossum]

Father Knows Best, Chapter 6: Family Line

Summary:

Alessio takes care of Moxxie, Millie is worried, Loona is guilty, And Blitzø is suspicious.

Notes:

TW: Forced regression, forced affection, panic attack, secrets, threatening to end someone’s life, fighting, LMK if I should add.   ‘Scattered 'cross my family line I'm so good at telling lies That came from my mother's side Told a million to survive Scattered 'cross my family line God, I have my father's eyes But my sister's when I cry I can run, but I can't hide From my family line.’ ~Family Line, Conan Gray

~~~Millie~~~

Millie dried a few tears that poured out her eyes without permission.

'Wrathians don't cry.' She told herself internally, the words her parents taught her.

She doesn't have time for tears or worrying, she needs to find Moxxie and bring him back...

She never should have left him. Why did she leave him? She knew he was having a hard time.

She was a terrible wife to him, he deserves better than this.

"Mill's?" Blitzø asks.

Millie turned to Blitzø who took her hand.

"Hey, we'll find him." He promised.

"I know." She says. "I just miss him."

Blitzø nods. "Yeah, I get that."

"I'm also worried, I hate not knowing where he is!" She says angrily.

Blitzø's eyebrows raised. "Right, especially since he's...you know?"

"What?" Millie asks, not understanding what he's implying.

"Uh...nothing." Blitzø answers, moving his hand away from her, his face seemed confused, or just deep in thought.

"Blitzø, is there something you want to tell me?" Millie asks.

Blitzø rolls his eyes. "No, is there anything you want to tell me?" He asks back.

Millie gave him a confusing look, what the fuck is wrong with him?

"You know what, nevermind. What makes you think Striker might have him?" Blitzø asks.

Honestly, Millie is glad he changed subjects, she was seriously questioning his sanity for a moment. Millie shrugs. "I don't know, I'm just hoping to find something from a small hunch. I don't know who else would take him." Millie reasons. "Plus, I know wrath. If they have him there, I'll be able to find him."

Blitzø coughs. "Yeah, alright. Fair enough, I guess." He crosses his arms and turns away, so she does the same.

'What if crimson did kill him?' She suddenly thought. 'What if we're too late already?'

A sharp pain stabs Millie's chest at that horrible thought.

She shakes her head. No! She can't think like that. She has to keep faith, she has to stay tough, she can't lose hope in this. She can't loose him!

Moxxie was safe, he's safe.

~~~Moxxie & Alessio~~~

Moxxie went upstairs with Alessio as Crimson instructed.

He's overwhelmed by the events of today, and at the brink of a mental breakdown, he just didn't feel like arguing with his father right now.

Alessio walked into the bathroom to start the water, so he looked in his old dresser for clothes, but instead he found something that seemed impossible...

It was his lucky cast from when he was eight and broke his arm.

He smiles at that memory, he was eight at the time, and he only let one person sign it, and then he kept it here for good luck.

Why didn't Crimson throw it out?

"Moxxie?" Alessio asks, noticing how long he was taking.

"I can't believe he didn't throw this out." Moxxie says, holding up the cast.

The shark walks over to him and looks at the object. "It meant something to you, didn't it?" Alessio asks.

Moxxie looked up at the shark, knowing better. "Was that his understanding or yours?" He asks.

"Your father is trying, Moxxie. He's not a monster, you know." Alessio tries to reason with him.

It's not what he asked, but Moxxie got his answer. "Yeah, I figured." He says, rolling his eyes and putting the cast back in the drawer.

"Moxxie, your Father is trying to-"

"I'm not a kid anymore, Alessio! I know what he's trying to do!" Moxxie yells. "And I know what you're trying to do!"

"Sure you do." Alessio says. "You're an adult, after all, I'm sure you have all the answers by now."

Moxxie sighs. "Why do you do this? Why do you insist on helping him ruin my life? Why do you try and gaslight me into thinking more of him and less of myself? I should have killed you when I had the chance!" Moxxie says.

Alessio gave the Imp a warning look. "Moxxie..."

"I had everything going for me, I had a life! A family! And now?" Moxxie's breathing increased. He couldn't control it-

Shit-

Not again!

"Moxxie, calm down." Alessio says sternly. "Breathe..."

But he couldn't. He couldn't breathe! He was stuck here with a maniac, trapped! He's never going to see Millie again. He's never going to-

Alessio tries to touch Moxxie's hand, but Moxxie pushes him away, hissing and backing up into a corner.

"Moxxie." Alessio gets the Imp's attention then whispers: "Quiet time." Causing Moxxie to regress instantly.

Alessio hates to force Moxxie to regress, but it'll be easier to calm him down if he's not physically fighting to get away from him.

Moxxie immediately curled up into himself and cried, he doesn't understand what's going on, or why he was shaking. He was feeling all the emotions, all the effects of the attack without the actual context, which Al understood is very scary for him.

Alessio gently picks him up and places him in his lap, wrapping his arms around Moxxie. "Shh, it's okay. I'm here, Moxxie."

Moxxie's breathing was still violent and fast, as if fighting for oxygen, fighting for the calm he needed as tears continue to pour down his face.

Alessio slowly rocks him back and forth and sings: "Forget your troubles, come on, get happy. Gotta chase all the cares away. Shout Hallelujah, come on, get happy, get ready for the Judgment Day."

Moxxie stopped crying, and looked up at the shark, calmer now that he knows he's safe with Alessio.

"The sun is shining, come on, get happy, the Lord is waiting to take your hand; shout Hallelujah, come on, get happy. We're going to the promised land."

Moxxie relaxes even more and snuggles up to Alessio, then his eyes became heavy, overcome with exhaustion.

"There we go, that's my good boy." Alessio says, kissing the top of Moxxie's head.

"It's okay, let's get you cleaned up, little one." Alessio says, picking the little one up and taking him to the bathroom to give him a quick bath.

Moxxie always had panic attacks and meltdowns like this when he was younger, so Alessio knew how to take care of him.

~~~Later, Crimson~~~

After Moxxie was cleaned and dressed, Alessio carried him downstairs for dinner.

"Well well, what do we have here?" Crimson asks.

"We were having some trouble, so I had no choice but to make him regress." Alessio explains, handing Moxxie to Crimson who had his arms out for the Imp.

Crimson gestures for Alessio to sit down at the chair on his right, so he sits. "Probably needed it, hm?" He asks Moxxie.

Moxxie blinks slowly and rests his head on Crimson's shoulder. "Moxxie?" Crimson asks. "Yes, daddy?" Moxxie asks back. "I asked you a question."  Moxxie's eyes widened, what question had Crimson asked? "M'sorry." Moxxie says. 

Crimson pets Moxxie's head. "It's alright. You've been through a lot today. You probably just need some sleep." Crimson kisses Moxxie's head. "It's alright, we'll talk tomorrow. For now, let's just have a little dinner, then you can go to bed and rest. How does that sound?" Crimson asks.

"Mkay, Daddy." Moxxie says.

"Good boy, Mox." Crimson says, kissing his head again. He felt warmth in his heart. had his son again. And he's never going to let him go.

~~~Loona~~~

Loona did as Blitzø asked of her for once.

They had a lot of missed calls from clients she had to go through as well as checking reviews and any clients they failed to please to see if they seemed upset enough to seek revenge.

This was gonna take hours.

Maybe even days.

But, she did kind of owe it to Moxxie after how she's treated him all these years...

Why does she feel so bad about that?

It's not like she knew his life was pathetic-

Well, yeah. She kinda did.

But, she didn't know it was that bad.

Loona feels a sharp pain in her chest as well as a coldness that covered her head.

She doesn't feel okay, none of this was okay...

She made a call of her own before continuing to work: "Hey, Esme? Can you sleep over at my house tonight? I don't really want to be alone right now...thanks." She smiles with relief, then hangs up to continue work.

Who knew having friends had so many benefits, she definitely could have used some earlier.

She then decides to listen to voicemails while she organizes the work place, maybe it will be easier if she does.

She went through a couple before hearing a man with a strange yep completely obnoxious voice:

"Hello, I'd like to talk to the CEO Blitzo about some information regarding his employee: Moxxie." A voice says, causing Loona's ears to perk up and turn to the machine.

"He knows where I am, just tell him it's Cash Buckzo."

"Beeeep."

Loona immediately calls her father, hoping this was good news.

~~~Millie & Blitzø~~~

Millie and Blitzø found striker's hideout.

"You mother fucker! Where's my husband?!" Millie asked demandingly as they walked in.

"Your-" Striker looked at her confused. "Why in hell would I have your husband? I don't even-"

Millie doesn't bother to wait for him to finish before attacking striker.

"Mill-" Blitzø starts to say before he gives up and shrugs. "Okay, I guess we're doing this.

~~~~

The two continued to fight striker until Blitzø gets a call...

Despite it not being the best time, he answers because it's Loona: "Loonie, what's going on?" He asks. He has his legs wrapped around Strikers neck before the Imp pries him off and throws him.

"Do you know a Cash Buckzo?"Loona asks.

Blitzø got up, eyes widening at the sound of that name. "What?"

Striker tried again to attack Blitzø, but he raises a finger at the cowboy. "Yeah, yeah. Give me a sec." He says.

Striker facepalms. "You really don't have any idea what you're fucking doing, do you?" He asks before Millie jumps on his back and starts clawing at his face. "What the-"

"What did Cash say?" Blitzø asks Loona.

"He says he has some information about your employees that might be useful to you, he sent a voicemail a few hours after we left to find Moxxie." She explains.

Blitzø tries not to sigh too loudly in the phone because he doesn't want Loona to worry. "Okay, I will handle it. Under no circumstances are you to answer the phone unless I'm calling you or it's a friend, understand?" Blitzø asks.

"Uh, okay?" Loona says, sounding a bit worried, but mostly confused. "Why?"

"Just trust me, okay? And continue to update me on anything else you might find." Blitzø says.

"Okay." Loona sighs, reluctantly agreeing to her father's instructions.

"Thank you, love you, sweetie." Blitzø's hands shake a little while he hangs up the phone...

Why would his father have anything to do with this?

Blitzø supposed he had to face Cash sometime, but why now?!

'No one will want you.'

Fuck!

"I have to go." Blitzø says to Millie.

"What?" Millie asks, continuing to fight striker.

"He doesn't have Moxxie, but I think I know who does!" Blitzø shouts to her.

"Oh." Millie grabs a old pipe she found on the ground and knocks Striker out cold. "Who?" She asks.

Blitzø sighs. "Can't tell you, this is something I have to deal with on my own." He says. "But I'll let you know if my theory is right."

"And what exactly am I supposed to do in the meantime?" Millie asks, arms crossed.

Blitzø sighs. "I don't know- Mills! Doesn't Moxxie have family here in wrath?"

"Well, yeah." Millie says. "But, I've never met them. Why would they have Moxxie?"

Blitzø shrugs. "I don't know. But, if they're as crazy as Moxxie's father, it might be worth looking into." He says. "Just trust me, okay?" Blitzø asks.

Millie sighs, she knows Blitzø usually knows what he's doing. "Alright, but be careful." Millie says. "I can't be the only one left to save the both of you."

"Yeah, I will, don't worry." He says back. "Don't die."

"I won't." She promised.

So, they head their separate ways.

Millie had an idea of where Moxxie's family used to live, but has no clue if they're even still there.

Blitzø on the other hand knows exactly where Cash was. He kept track of where his remaining family was, not that they ever want to see him.

If Cash really knew something about Moxxie, this could prove to be more complicated then they initially thought.

~~~Loona, that night~~~

"Thanks for staying with me, E. I think Blitzø should be back tomorrow or the night after, I just don't think I could sleep after the day I had." Loona says.

Esme was someone Loona had met at Queen B's party. She was really fun and peppy, also currently working on becoming a therapist.

"Totally, L. I know you'd do the same for me, besides my place is kinda lonely anyway." Esme says. "It's great to have some company for a change."

"I'd think it would be nice to not have annoying roommates all the time." Loona says. A sharp pain stinging her heart again with the thought of Moxxie who used to live here, and her father who without him she would probably be homeless.

She didn't mean it like that...

She knows she's lucky!

Esme shrugs. "Yeah, I guess but I can barely keep up with the rent, I'm working double shifts just to scrape by." She explains.

"Oh shit, yeah, that would be worse." Loona says.

"Hey, you should move in with me!" Esme says enthusiastically. "That would be so fun!"

"E, I make money, but not enough for something like that." Loona says.

"Doesn't matter, anything helps!" Esme says.

"I don't know if I can leave my dad." She says.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot how overprotective and needy he was." Esme says.

"Why not just ask three?" Loona asks.

Esme nods. "Yeah, I guess I could do that. But you'd be a hundred percent more fun." She says.

Loona smiles at that, but she doesn't think anyone else would agree with Esme.

"Speaking of asking Three stuff, when are you gonna ask him out?" Esme asks.

"Never." Loona scoffs. "He's way far out of my league."

"He is not!" Esme shouts. "No one is out of your league. No one!" She declared.

Loona scoffs again. "No one?" she asks sadly.

Esme's eyes widen. "Oh...sweetie. You still love Tex?"

"What? No!" Loona says defensively, obviously lying.

"Loona! That's territory you can't cross! Haven't you ever heard the phrase gals before....uhm dicks?"

Loona raises an eyebrow.

"Point is, Tex is happy with a great girl, You have another great guy right in front of you. Try to move on." Esme suggests.

"Yeah...maybe." Loona sighs.

"Loona?" Esme asks.

"I'm sorry- I can't really focus. It's been a long day." She says, Loona sniffs, drying her eyes as subtly as possible.

"What happened?" Esme asks.

"Moxxie, the co-worker who used to live with us went missing." Loona says.

Esme pouts at Loona sympathetically. "Oh. L, I'm sorry."

"We went to his childhood home today to interrogate his father and- it was awful there. His father is an abusive asshole and the house, it gave me the creeps." She says.

"Poor guy." Esme says. "Sounds like he had it rough."

Loona nods as a few tears force their way through. "If I had known he grew up in such a...terrible place. Maybe I would have been nicer to him." Loona says. "At least I hope I would have."

"Loona?"

"E, I've been so mean to someone who's been abused, and now I'm falling apart for a guy who already has a girlfriend. Am I actually a terrible person?" She asks.

"Of course not." Esme says. "You've been through a lot yourself, I think he knows that."

"But, maybe I should have been nice anyway..." she says. "Maybe I should have been supportive and helpful."

"Maybe." Esme agrees. "But, the fact that you're realizing this is growth. It's never too late to start being nice, and I'm sure he knows how much you really care." Esme says.

"Who says I do care?" Loona asks.

Esme scoffs. "Girl- please. It's obvious you care. You've always cared about everything."

"I don't know, I mean I don't hate Moxxie, but I've never thought anything good about him! It's just something about this whole situation makes me feel bad. Like- I want to care more than I actually do, y'know?"

"Maybe you're finally getting caregiver instincts?" Esme suggests. 

"No, he's not a little." Loona scoffs.

Esme shrugs. "Irrelevant. Caregivers aren't exclusively for littles, L. They're for kids, friends, even a lot of them become councilors."

"Really?" Loona asks.

"Yeah, you just gotta figure out what works best for you. You're calling! You got a gift, you gotta find out how to use it." Esme says.

Loona nods. "Maybe. Thanks, E."

"Of course. You feelin a bit better?" Esme asks.

Loona nods. "Yeah...I just want to avoid thinking about...that right now." Loona says. "It's going to make me start thinking about stuff I've tried to avoid thinking about."

Esme nods. "Yeah. That makes sense. Want to talk about something else? Or- oh! We can watch a movie!" She suggest

Loona nods. "Yeah, a movie sounds great."

~~~Moxxie and Alessio, Later~~

"Alright, little one. Daddy has a lot of work to do, So Al is going to put you to bed tonight alright?" Crimson says.

Moxxie nods, a little disappointed. "Mkay, daddy."

Crimson kisses Moxxie's cheek. "Goodnight, Moxxie. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Nigh'." Moxxie says. He turns to Alessio. "Aw, why did I cwy?"

"Come on, little one." The shark says, taking Moxxie's hand.

"Aow!" Moxxie whines, hugging Alessio's arm.

"It'll be alright, Bambino." Alessio says, petting the little one's hair. "It's over now. Don't worry about it."

Moxxie is feeling a lot of emotions right now, anger, sadness, and other conflicting emotions about himself he really didn't like. Something happened, and Al wasn't telling him the truth.

"Aow?" Moxxie asks, sniffling.

"What's wrong?" Alessio asks once they reach the top of the stairs.

"M' ma' Aow." He tries to explain.

"You're...mad?" He guessed.

Moxxie nods. "Yea."

"Why are you mad?" Alessio asks.

"I don' ou'." Moxxie cries out, tears flow his eyes. "Fee' ike' somin' happen, Bu' I dun' o' wha'." He's very carefully getting his words out, it's hard to talk when he's regressed sometimes.

Alessio hums. "It's alright, you're probably just tired." He says. "Are you tired, Moxxie?" He asks.

Moxxie thinks about it, then he nods. Yeah, that seems right. Yeah, he just needs sleep. Sleep fixes everything!

"Come on." Alessio says.

Moxxie follows the shark as told, both of them entering his room to do the nighttime routine.

Alessio helped him wash his face, then brush his teeth, and then helped Moxxie in his pajamas

"Aow?" Moxxie asks.

"SÌ, gattino?"

"Posso crescere?" He asks.

The shark shakes his head as he finishes the buttons on Moxxie's pajama top. "Sorry, Moxxie. You need to stay little for now." Alessio says.

Moxxie whines pathetically at not getting his way. It's not fair, why can't he be big?

Alessio pats his head. "Shh, it's okay, just get some rest. You'll get to be big tomorrow, alright?"

"Wiw oo' wead, Aow?" Moxxie asks hopefully.

"You want a story?" Alessio asks.

Moxxie nods. "P'ease?"

Alessio considered it, knowing that Moxxie should really rest up for tomorrow...

On the other hand, it's been an awful long time since he last read to the impling. "Very well, but I want you to close your eyes and actually try to sleep. Alright?"

Moxxie nods, getting up to pick out a book on the shelf...

Moxxie reached for the one he wanted, but it was moved. His eyes widened when he realized they're all different now, he always organized them based on what he read and hadn't.

First His favorites were displayed on the top shelf. Then, his books were organized into genres and in the order he had read them, and the ones he hadn't read yet were stacked horizontally next to them in a big stack.

But now, they were all vertical, and organized by author. When did they change it?

He decides he doesn't like it. His books were perfect before, why would someone do this?

He glances through them, all his favorites:

-Les miserables by Victor Hugo -The phantom of the opera by gaston leroux -Noth and south by Elizabeth Gaskell -War and peace by Leo Tolstoy

He needs to fix his shelf, they weren't organized right! He can't just look at it like this!

"Moxxie..." Al reminded him.

Oh, right, it's bedtime...he has to pick a book to read tonight so he can sleep.

Moxxie picks up 'Great Expectations by Charles Dickens,' the book him and Al were currently (currently?) reading.

He hands the book to Alessio who tucks Moxxie into bed and starts to read: "My father's family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called Pip."

"Uhm, Awl." Moxxie says, hesitantly.

"Yes, Moxxie?" Alessio asks.

"We's 'n chapa' nine. Member?"

"Chapter nine?" Alessio asks, confused.

Moxxie nods. "We wed' eight wast time..."

'When was that?' The imp had wondered.

Alessio's eyes widened with a sudden realization. "Oh yes, chapter nine, you're right." Alessio coughs, he turns to chapter nine and continues to read: "When I reached home, my sister was very curious to know all about Miss Havisham's, and asked a number of questions. And I soon found myself getting heavily bumped from behind in the nape of the neck and the small of the back, and having my face ignominiously shoved against the kitchen wall, because I did not answer those questions at sufficient length. If a dread of not being understood be hidden in the breasts of other young people to anything like the extent to which it used to be hidden in mine,—which I consider probable, as I have no particular reason to suspect myself of having been a monstrosity,—it is the key to many reservations."

Moxxie listened to Alessio as he read, feeling relaxed and safe for once. It both felt like it's been only a few days and a lifetime since the last time Alessio read to him.

Once the chapter was done, Alessio tucks Moxxie in tighter, then pats his head. "Now, Piccino; you need to get some sleep. You have a big day tomorrow."

"Wha' happen to'ay, Aow?" Moxxie asks again. "Why I us'et?"

Alessio pets the little's head gently. "Nothing happened. Go to sleep." Alessio tells him, turning the light off and closing the door on his way out.

Moxxie pulls the comforter over his head. He was confused! He didn't know what, but something was wrong! And if he doesn't know what it is, how he can fix it?

He can sleep, he supposed.

Sleep fixed everything...

Notes:

‘How could you hurt a little kid? I can't forget, I can't forgive you 'Cause now I'm scared that everyone I love will leave me.’ ~Family Line, Conan Gray - - Notes: Hiiii been soooo long!!! I’m sorry it’s been so stressful for me as of late. And I got writers block. Hopefully you liked it anyway. I seriously can’t tell if it’s any good. Anyway, Lov you guys!

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In Case I Make It: a sentence starter pack

all taken from the latest Will Wood album! (apologies for length!) feel free to change pronouns if need be. warnings for: heavy emotions, toxicity, addiction, death. (all presumed; context may be changed as needed)

TOMCAT DISPOSABLES “So here’s where I’ll be raising my kids, if I can find someone to start a family with.” “Mind me not, and I’ll mind my own.” “Do I belong in right and wrong?” “One hungry day is nothing, come what may.” “I’ll make it through again. I have before.” “My dreams were finally reality.” “They must want to be friends.” “Something’s not quite right.” “I held on so tight for so long, it’s just not right.” “Was that all there was to this?” BECOMING THE LASTNAMES “I’ve learned to pick my battles by losing most I’ve fought.” “I’ll always do it my way, even if that’s just the same way I’ve been taught.” “I’m not sure yet myself, but I learned from a good father.” “I mean, sure, they messed me up, but I think that’s just the gig.” “Marriage always scared me, but I’d like to have a last love.” “Love can last a pretty good long while, I’ve seen it around.” “What do I know about forever, when so far I’ve been so fleeting?” “Imagine me, just like my parents... Yeah, right.” “I’ve made more mistakes than simple empty moments.” “Why should you remember me?” CICADA DAYS “God knows crying ain’t gonna change a thing.” “She said ‘take care’ but I take more than I bring.” “It just feels inhuman to lose this much.” “When you leave, you know, you take more than your love.” “Do nothing, nothing works.” “Don’t do that if it hurts.” “Don’t let me leave, I’ll only take more than I gave.” “My god, what have I done?” “You’re worth it.” “One day at a time.” EUTHANASIA “I was right there, while you fought tooth and nail.” “Say you’re not scared, that you know it’s because I cared.” “Say you know I love you.” “Hope was just not there.” “I know that I’m wrong.” “I want to believe that you’ll remember me.” “Can I stop by and say hello?” “To love one from too far to call is not to love at all.” “It’s okay, it’ll all be over soon.” “I’d never let a bad thing happen to you.” FALLING UP “I’m gripping the grass and I’m pulling up daisies.” “Would or could the impact kill me?” “Shoot for the stars, be the next big constellation.” “You make a wish upon the dead but turn and call it a weed.” “Only plastic flowers never die.” “What do you know of control?” “Did I earn this stupid hat?” “Is now really a good time for a new tattoo?” “The larger they are, the harder they tend to fall.” “Much larger than life, ‘cause from such a height, life looks awful small.” THAT’S ENOUGH, LET’S GET YOU HOME. “Grow up, be a man, ‘cause until then you’re nothing a but a short-haired girl.” “Oh my god, what’s wrong with me?” “Dream girl, come and sweep me off my knees.” “I’d rather stay asleep than never see you wake up next to me.” “You seemed fine just a few days ago.” “Far too late came far too soon.” “Go on back to bed my love, I mean, that’s where dreams are supposed to be.” “Hold my hands and you’ll see that it’s me who cries mercy while your fingers curl.” “Are you at all like me?” “Alright, that’s enough, let’s get you home.” UM, IT’S KIND OF A LOT “I’m afraid of losing my mind.” “I never been afraid of no one breaking my heart.” “All my life’s a panic trip.” “I’ve grown used to fear, but no, not to you yet, my dear.” “I love you so much it scares me half to death.” “I’m afraid that you’ll change your mind.” “I’m afraid I’ll come on too strong, hold you too tight, and scare you too.” “I never been afraid to wear my heart on my sleeve.” “Spit me out, you don’t know where I been.” “Please excuse my constant need to self-aggrandize.” HALF-DECADE HANGOVER “I’m no survivor, I only happened to survive.” “I was drunk when I made my bed.” “What have I done? Don’t know what I said.” “If I can’t at least break even, then I’m leaving.” “I been feeling this awful since I hit bottom.” “You call that recovered?” “Please believe me when I say that I’ve poured my whole past down the drain.” “Say a second chance is a chance I can take.” “I can’t make amends for things I can’t remember, I can only say I’m sorry and occasionally pray.” “Guess you’ll just have to take my word that I’ve changed.” VAMPIRE REFERENCE IN A MINOR KEY “I’m turning over the same old leaf again.” “If it weren’t for the everything, then anything could happen.” “I guess you’re just my style.” “I’m sorry for the things I’ve done and all I ask of you.” “You could come knocking, and I’ll raise hell for you.” “Maybe I should switch up the style of my mistakes.” “Hold my hands, we’ll dance the 12-step on my grave.” “I’d kill the man I am for one more chance to be yours.” “I ain’t begging, I’m just saying it’s an option.” “Don’t let the latest be the last nail in my coffin.” THE MAIN CHARACTER “I wrote the book about throwing the book at those who don’t do it by it.” “Enough lefts don’t make the right, but two wrongs do.” “If you shake your fists at snakes in grass, it looks like punching down.” “God forbid I’m seen as just an average human being.” “Villains are everywhere.” “Ignoring me’s bad enough.” “Judge me by what my cover shows, author becomes beyond reproach.” “You don’t know the prose.” “We all do what we need to to get through.” “I ain’t done a fucking thing to you!” AGAINST THE KITCHEN FLOOR “You should know that I’m sorry for being careless with you.” “Lord knows I owe you more than I ever could give anybody.” “It just don’t come natural to me to think that you’d want me for me.” “I promise, I’m doing my best.” “I still don’t know who you are, I only know that I’m still lonely.” “Honestly thought nobody’d want it, let alone notice it’s gone.” “How did I cause so much harm?” “I’m sorry, but this can’t go on.” “I know you’ve got scars of your own.” “I honestly wanna prove improvement’s possible.” SEX, DRUGS, ROCK ‘N’ ROLL “I guess I’m my own boss, but everyone’s my supervisor.” “What kind of living legend only wants a living wage?” “It’s not a gift if you pay for it.” “I spent all my years to end up right here.” “I really think I’d rather leave.” “Call this hari kari as I kamikaze to my career suicide.” “It wouldn’t mix well with my meds.” “I hate to be ‘that guy’, but I’m not that guy anymore.” “I made goddamn sure he’s dead.” “I would dance on his grave.” WILLARD! “I’m not the type to step on ants.” “I myself have been stepped on so many times, it’s started to feel like my place.” “These people are animals.” “You might seem behind bars, but this cage is inside out.” “It’s awful out here.” “It’s quite confusing to me, to try to connect.” “They’ll call me crazy, but their words all seem made up to me.” “Maybe they just need more friendship like yours.” “Let’s go make more enemies.” “I’d bring you with me.” WHITE NOISE “It sorta sounds like a retro top-40 but wrong.” “You’re not meant to sing along.” “You can hear the ocean if you hold it up to your ear.” “It’s going places, ‘cause it comes from the heart.” “It’s an experience for your seventh sense.” “It makes no statement, but does so quite loudly.” “Do you believe in the power of silence?” “Well, if you walk the walk, you can talk more.” “You fill your head with thoughts that you can’t even feel.” “I know it’s hard, but they’re not who you are.”

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