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Teenage Dirtbag IV (JJ Maybank x Reader x Rafe Cameron)

Warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, abusive relationship, domestic violence, violence (+ gun violence), gun kink, dacryphilia, attempted murder, mentions of blood, public sex, jealousy, manipulation, infidelity, underage drinking, drug use, canon ages, kook!reader

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summary: You’re charmingly spoiled. You’re too kind for your own good. You’re the princess of Figure 8 …and you’re way out of JJ Maybank’s league, but when he realizes that Rafe Cameron’s pride and joy is actually a bruised and battered damsel, he’s determined to save you.

Your rescue just comes with a price.

🎄 ༺𝓜𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂༻༺𝓒𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼༻🎄

“Oh! Well, aren’t those pretty?”

Your mother’s voice pulled your attention away from the flowers in front of you, throwing her a small smile as she neared you to admire them. You gave her the card when she eyed it, and you watched her smile grow, a fond chuckle escaping her.

“That’s sweet,” she praised. “Is Rafe coming by later?”

It seemed like such a silly question because you and Rafe saw each other almost every day, and your mother knew it.

“Yeah,” you sighed, sitting at the island and fingering a red petal. “He’s doing something for Ward, but he’s coming straight over when he’s done.”

She hummed, and you heard her fussing around in the drawers looking for something. Your gaze was glued to a rose, noting that Rafe got you red this time—your favorite—and you swallowed. It was always the same. Rafe would hurt you so bad that he felt compelled to make it up to you, the flowers would be delivered to your doorstep, your parents would gush, and you’d forgive him with a smile…and then the cycle would repeat.

You plucked a petal, rolling and squashing it between your fingers.

“It’s about time he starts getting prepped on all the family business, isn’t it?”

You glanced up as she took out a pan, her gaze briefly meeting yours.

“Yeah, I guess so. Ward has been asking him to do more things lately, and I know it’s usually work related, so…” you shrugged. “Only a matter of time.”

She seemed satisfied with that answer.

“Good,” she firmly said with a nod. “He can’t provide for you on daddy’s money forever.”

She chuckled to herself, but you could only swallow down bile.

“Rafe is upstanding and all of those things we want for you, but he needs to learn to make money on his own. We’ll never give him our blessing otherwise.”

Again, you said nothing, only looking at the stains on your fingers. Your entire volatile future being mapped out for you should’ve scared you beyond reason, and it sometimes it did, but in this moment, you only felt a numbness that was all too familiar. It all just felt so inevitable, so you didn’t see any sense in fighting it. With a sigh, you stood.

“I’m going to take these up to my room.”

“Put them on the table by your window, so they can get good sunlight,” she threw over her shoulder.

After doing what your mother advised, you turned to your mirror, intently staring at the face in the reflection. The fading bruise on your cheek was nowhere to be found under your makeup, and you were relieved that the same could be said for your neck. A deep inhale had your stomach aching only a tad, and you told yourself that Epsom salt baths could only do so much.

You rolled your eyes, lips pursing at the thought of JJ Maybank.

Naturally, you knew that this wasn’t really his fault. If Rafe were a normal boyfriend, you wouldn’t be covering up bruises with makeup and long-sleeved shirts in the house you’d rather not wear. You knew that Rafe didn’t actually need a reason and that no one could push him to do anything he didn’t want to do. Rafe was never the kind of guy to do anything he didn’t want to do. However, with all of that being said…

You really didn’t like JJ Maybank.

Some part of you knew that Rafe must have provoked him. You knew your boyfriend well, so you knew that without a doubt, but none of that changed the fact that you still had ugly discoloration from where Rafe had pushed you into his dresser. None of that changed the fact that JJ was the catalyst. Yeah, you probably shouldn’t have talked to him anyway, but you’d only been trying to be nice.

Trying to do the right thing.

You were pulled from your thoughts by the sound of the doorbell, and knowing that Rafe never rang it, you didn’t give it much thought. At least until you heard your mother calling your name moments later, and you were forced to descend the stairs in confusion. That confusion wasn’t eased in the slightest when you came face to face with Sarah.

She looked sheepish while your mother only smiled.

“Sarah’s here for you. I offered her something to eat, but she’s insistent that she isn’t staying long,” your mother said, briefly touching the other girl’s arm. “You tell Rose to call me. I have a bone to pick with her.”

They both chuckled—obvious that your mother was teasing—and you watched her disappear into the kitchen before resting your gaze on the blonde before you.

“I’m going to get something to eat at The Wreck. You want to come with me?”

You swallowed a sigh, glancing away and folding your arms over your chest. You didn’t know where this desire for a budding friendship came from, and you didn’t know how to feel about it. You and Sarah had only ever been friendly, and considering the company she kept, you’d had no desire for anything more. Being friends with Sarah just felt like a recipe for disaster.

“Sarah…”

She spoke up before you could, huffing and stepping towards you.

“I think Rafe treats you like shit,” she admitted, making sure her voice didn’t carry. “I know you love him and see something in him the rest of us don’t, but everything about you just seems wrapped up in him and…he seems very happy to keep things that way.”

You pressed your lips together, eyeing her.

“I don’t like it, and considering I don’t have much say, I figure the best I can do is be your friend. It’ll just make me feel better to know you have someone other than Rafe.”

Her lips turned up as she said his name, crossing her own arms over her chest.

“I’ve thought this for a while, by the way, and I just…” she shifted her feet, shrugging. “I don’t know. I just can’t take it anymore.”

With a sigh, you dropped your arms, and you knew that Sarah could tell what you were going to say.

“Come on! It’s lunch at The Wreck. We won’t be going all the way to Charlotte—Rafe will know where you are. He’s caught up with our dad, anyway, and they’re probably not going to be done until this evening,” she practically pleaded.

It was tempting, you had to admit, even if it did make you feel a little pathetic.

“I don’t know. I’d have to call Rafe and-.”

“You’d have to call Rafe, are you serious?” she scoffed before reaching for her own phone, and you reached for her. “I’m calling him.”

Your eyes widened.

“Sarah…”

Rafe’s tone could be heard even through the phone when he answered, and you felt your heart race.

“I wanna go to lunch with your girlfriend, and since you’re so uptight about knowing where she is at all times and who she’s with…”

The other girl trailed off as he spoke.

“Rafe, you’re stuck with dad for most of the day! I want to go eat, and I want her to come with me… Yes, just me,” she threw you a look at that to which you only looked away. “God, you’re so crazy, you literally treat her like a damn puppy.”

She shoved the phone at you, and understanding what was happening, you sighed.

“Hey,” you softly said once her phone was to your ear. “She just showed up here, Rafe and…”

“She said it’s going to be the two of you.”

You could tell by his tone that he wasn’t thrilled, right now, but you also knew it wasn’t just from Sarah and her antics. Rafe felt cornered. It wouldn’t look good for him to forbid you from going, and if he convinced you to give Sarah some piss poor excuse, she’d likely just ignore it. There wasn’t much you and Rafe agreed on, but you did admit that Sarah Cameron often got her way.

You heard Rafe mutter under his breath, and you didn’t doubt he was cursing Sarah’s name.

“I don’t see why she’s hellbent on butting into your life all of a sudden…”

His tone didn’t make you enthusiastic, and when your eyes met Sarah’s, they looked hopeful. You didn’t really understand why Sarah was taking so much interest in befriending you. You heard her reasoning, of course, but this was new territory, and you didn’t know how to handle it. However, you decided that it didn’t matter. Your boyfriend’s sister wanted to have lunch with you, and if it would satisfy her then so be it.

Pulling your lip between your teeth, you told Rafe something you knew he’d like to hear.

“While I have you, I wanted to thank you for the flowers.”

You heard him exhale, and you didn’t need to be with him to know the look on his face. It was the look he often wore whenever he brought you flowers—a mix of smugness and triumph with that small smirk dancing along his lips. Rafe cared about being seen as the perfect boyfriend, but he also cared about your complicity just as much. If he could placate you after a really bad fight, then he could prevent the rare backlash.

The last time you’d threatened to leave Rafe after one of the worser fights was half a year ago. The bouquet he’d given you then hadn’t meant all that much to you when you threw them on the floor. It hadn’t ended the way you wanted to but instead in tears and Rafe convincing you that you were just upset and needed to cool down. He liked to avoid that if he could.

“I wasn’t expecting red, and I was just really happy to see that. It made me feel a lot better,” you told him.

Rafe was silent for a few moments before sighing, albeit with an annoyed lilt. Your gaze met Sarah’s again just as he spoke.

“Just for a little bit. Not too long because I could finish up early with my dad, so…”

“No, yeah, we won’t be long,” you assured him. “It’s just going to be me and Sarah.”

“Yeah, that’s what she said. Let’s hope it stays that way,” he told you.

His tone was clipped, and although he didn’t say it, you knew that there was a silent addition to that statement.

For your sake.

With a nod and a soft goodbye, you gave Sarah her phone back. Her face was expectant, and when you told her you needed to get your jacket, she beamed.

Sarah had a pout on her face as she played with one of her fries, shaking her head.

“I just don’t get it,” she mumbled. “What do you see in him?”

The drive to The Wreck was far from long and had mostly been filled with awkward small talk. You couldn’t recall a time you’d ever been alone with Sarah for this long, let alone long enough to have several conversations. It was such an odd thought considering you’d been dating Rafe for two years. The more the minutes went by though, the easier the conversation seemed to flow.

However, you now found yourself in the middle of lunch and on a topic you felt was inevitable, to be honest.

Sarah’s gaze was questioning, and you struggled to come up with an acceptable answer. You couldn’t very well tell her that her brother was actually an abusive rapist who terrified you beyond belief. You couldn’t tell her that he’d threatened to kill you on several occasions. It wasn’t possible to tell her that, in truth, you saw nothing worthwhile in Rafe, and you’d merely accepted your future with him.

Instead, you managed to think back to the very beginning of your relationship when you actually loved him.

“He knows what he wants, and I like that…”

It was a trait you’d admired in him once, feeling flattered by how boldly he’d asked you out. Those were the days when you looked forward to seeing Rafe and whatever gift he had for you and whatever date he had planned. That was a time when you’d literally fall asleep on the phone with him, and these days you would be relieved if you could go several hours without even hearing his voice.

“He’s also very generous, and he looks out for me, and he loves being around me. He’s just…so happy when we’re together.”

Everything that came out of your mouth was no longer applicable to your boyfriend, but at one point in time it had been. Without realizing it, your face fell, and you picked at your food. Sarah had a thoughtful look on her face as she mulled over your words before taking a sip of her lemonade.

“Looks out for you,” she repeated. “I guess that’s one way of putting it.”

You threw her a look, and she merely shrugged, throwing her hands up.

“I’m just saying! He treats you like he doesn’t want anybody to come near you,” she said, disgusted. “His own sister wants to hang out with you, and you needed to call him for that? That doesn’t sound crazy to you?”

The frown on her face was deep, and you only shrugged.

“You know what he’s like Sarah. You know how…paranoid he can get.”

“Yeah, paranoid that you might actually prefer being in someone else’s company instead,” she scoffed.

You merely sent her a small smile, thinking that she had no idea of the half of it. Before the conversation could continue, two familiar faces walked into the restaurant, and you felt your heart sink. Sarah seemed excited to see her friends, of course, while you, on the other hand, only had an aching desire to leave.

When your eyes met a slowly increasingly familiar blue pair, you couldn’t stop your frown.

You glanced away, and when Pope greeted you, you only sent him a smile in return. Telling yourself that you had the worst luck, you leaned over to reach for your purse. Sarah was talking to the two of them, but when she heard the sound of your keys, the conversation paused.

“I think I should go,” you answered the silent question on her face.

You hated the way it fell.

“We haven’t even been here an hour. Do…?” she trailed off glancing at Pope and JJ. “I know that it’s supposed to be just the two of us, but Rafe won’t know.”

“Sarah,” your tone said it all, and she stood up with you when you went to pay for your food.

“Stay,” she practically begged. “Rafe isn’t here to be his normal asshole self, and you know I won’t tell.”

“It’s not you I’m worried about,” you mumbled, craning your neck for either Mr. or Mrs. Carrera.

By the sound of her sigh, you had a feeling she’d witnessed JJ’s conversation with Rafe that day in their house.

“JJ didn’t mean much by that. He was just stooping to Rafe’s level, wanted to piss him off.”

“Well, you can tell him it worked,” you said, throwing her a tight smile.

Her brows drew together, and she ran her eyes over you, concerned.

“What, was Rafe mad at you for that?”

“What do you think, Sarah?” you slowly wondered, fully facing her.

You could see on her face that she hadn’t considered that possibility, and her shoulders sagged.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I’m sure JJ wouldn’t have said anything if he’d known it was going to come back on you. I’ll talk to him, just please stay.”

You touched your forehead, glancing over her shoulder and quickly looking away when your eyes met the man in question’s.

“They’re your friends, not mine. I really should go…”

She perked up.

“Well, they don’t have to just be my friends-.”

“No, Sarah. I can’t be friends with them-.”

“Why, because of Rafe?” she incredulously wondered. “Do you hear how crazy that sounds?”

You ignored her when the familiar woman came from the back, quickly paying for your meals. When you were done, you only gave Sarah an even look, grabbing your purse.

“You know what your brother is like. Pope can take you home, right?”

You could see on her face that she wanted to argue this some more, a deep frown on her face, but you witnessed the decision to save it for another time. You weren’t stupid enough to think she was going to let this go. She eyed you.

“We’re probably going to John B.’s later, so yeah. I can leave with them.”

Preferring to ignore her mood, you smiled and thanked her for the invite. You said goodbye to Pope and JJ on your way out, thinking of just how shitty your luck was. You’d never put it past Rafe to drop in on you, and you didn’t want to imagine how things would be if he witnessed you having lunch with anyone other than Sarah…but especially Pope and JJ. You were just at your car when you heard hurried footsteps behind you, and you tensed at the sound of your name.

Unfortunately, the face matched the voice when you turned around.

JJ wasn’t close to you, but he was close enough to where you leaned against your car in an effort to put space between you. If he noticed, he said nothing, and you watched him run his hand through his blond locks. You didn’t know what he wanted and considering the last result of a conversation with him, you warily eyed him.

“Look, Sarah told me that Rafe was mad at you about what I said,” he sounded apologetic. “I didn’t know that.”

“Why? You knew it would piss him off. That’s why you said it.”

He frowned, glancing away.

“Yeah, but I didn’t think…”

“At the very best you knew it would cause conflict between us. Again…that’s why you said it,” you told him.

JJ stared at you, and you watched him blink, tilting his head.

“Do you ever wonder why you have a boyfriend who loses his shit anytime you even so much as look at another man?”

You scoffed.

“Don’t try to turn this around-!”

“I mean, it’s the truth. You felt bad, you apologized, and call me crazy, but I don’t think that’s something he should get mad at you for,” he casually said with a shrug.

“Well, it’s a good thing you don’t get paid to think.”

You watched his brows raise in shock at your words, a budding smile on his lips. JJ crossed his arms over his chest, eyeing you from head to toe, and you felt something twist in your gut at his perusal.

“Are you always this feisty or is that privilege just reserved for me?”

Rolling your eyes, you turned to open your door when he spoke again.

“Look, I’m sorry, alright? I mean that…”

You hesitated, your gaze focused on your window. You stared at his reflection in it.

“I won’t say anything next time. Ever again, actually.”

With a resigned sigh, you accepted his apology, opening your door.

“There won’t be a next time,” you told him, glancing at him as you slid inside. “We’re not friends, JJ, and we’ll never be. Stop talking to me, I mean it.”

Your words held conviction, but you felt like JJ didn’t take them seriously. He only eyed you, slowly nodding as you closed your door. Resisting the urge to glance at him again, you drove off, only feeling relief the closer you got to your house.

It was the middle of the night when you found yourself in the Camerons’ kitchen, getting something to drink because sleep was evading you. You knew that you couldn’t be gone for long, no telling when Rafe would notice the lack of body heat next to him. The rest of the house was asleep, and Sarah was with John B.

…and so that was why you were startled by the front door opening.

You could tell they were trying to be quiet, but hushed tones and the shuffle of feet was loud to anyone who was awake—you. Blinking, and filled with a mix of curiosity and concern, you made your way to the kitchen entrance. It was dark, but not dark enough to make the three figures hard to make out. When you turned on the light, Sarah actually jumped in shock.

You could tell that she hadn’t expected anyone to be up, but even as she approached you, it wasn’t her nor John B. you were focused on. The blond with them looked almost unrecognizable to you, and you sharply inhaled at the sight of him. He was barely able to stand—no matter how much he tried to—and you could only pull your eyes away when Sarah whispered your name.

“I’m just here to use our first aid kit,” she told you, trying to explain. “John B. doesn’t have shit at his house, and Kie’s parents are so anal about JJ—any of her friends besides me, really.”

Once you gathered your thoughts, you blinked at her, shaking your head.

“It’s your house, Sarah. You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” you assured her.

“I know, but I’d just really rather not wake anyone up…and it’s also not something I feel like explaining to anyone.”

She glanced over her shoulder, giving John B. a nod, and you watched him pull JJ towards the downstairs guest bathroom. Your lips parted, and you looked at Sarah again.

“Is he going to be okay?”

Sarah pressed her lips together, and when she rolled her eyes, you could see the irritation and anger on her features.

“He always is,” she snidely replied.

At your concerned and questioning look, her face fell some.

“It’s nothing he hasn’t dealt with before,” she finally admitted. “His dad…”

Sarah trailed off with a shrug, and you swallowed.

“Oh,” was all you said, your heart sinking. “I’d heard things, but…I didn’t know it was that bad.”

“I just don’t get why he doesn’t go live with John B. or something,” she mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. “Just because Luke is family…”

She sneered the man’s name, and you felt your frown deepen.

“It’s probably not that simple.”

At the look she gave you, you hurried to continue.

“I just mean it’s probably not that black and white for JJ. No one likes staying anywhere that’s bad for them, but maybe there’s a sense of loyalty he can’t shake yet,” you explained. “If he left his house for good, he just might end up feeling guilty.”

Sarah thought that over, eyeing you in the process.

“Maybe. That doesn’t make it any easier to witness this time and time again,” she sighed.

You didn’t say anything to that, unsure of what to say. When she left to join John B. in assisting their friend, you weren’t keen on retreating to Rafe’s bedroom just yet. You weren’t some professional psychologist, but you didn’t need to be to know why the sight of JJ and the confirmation of his volatile home life affected you so much.

The sight of his bloody and bruised face was unfortunately reminiscent for you.

Your feet made the decision for you, grabbing another glass of water before rummaging in your purse for some painkillers. Sarah was in the hall when you walked around the corner, and she straightened at the sight of you. The bathroom door was cracked, but John B.’s voice carried as he talked to JJ.

“Here, give him these.”

She took the pills and water with a small smile, thanking you. The moment was interrupted by JJ’s tone.

“I can stand just fine,” he sighed. “Just give me a minute…”

John B.’s protest was clear, but you surmised that JJ waved him off, getting his way when the door swung open. The brunette was briefly thrown by the sight of you before acknowledging you, making his way outside. The sound of your name in the air got JJ’s attention, and you wondered just how out of it he’d been to only just now realize you were up.

“Here. Y/N brought these for you,” Sarah told him, voice stern as she demanded he take them.

Getting the hint that he wanted a moment to himself, Sarah took a step back.

“Make sure he takes those,” she told you before going to join her boyfriend.

Truthfully, Rafe was the last thing on your mind as you looked at JJ. Now that his face was clean, he didn’t look as bad, but the bruising and cut on his lip still made you frown. You and he were so far from friends, so standing in the hallway while he leaned one hand on the sink started to feel awkward. You were just about to remind him of the pills and leave when he spoke.

“It’s the middle of the night.”

The observation wasn’t the most astute, and you frowned in confusion. When he swung his head to face you, straightening with difficulty, you didn’t miss the way his blue eyes ran along your face.

“It’s the middle of the night,” he repeated. “…and your face is caked in makeup. Is that one of Rafe’s conditions? Remain perfect at all times?”

You pressed your lips together as he popped the painkillers, swallowing them down with the entire glass of water. You couldn’t very well tell him that you’d spent fifteen minutes covering the bruises on your cheek and neck before coming down on the off chance that you ran into a Cameron that wasn’t Rafe.

“I forgot to wash my face,” was your simple answer.

Your tone was light, unconvincing, and you could tell that JJ didn’t believe you. You didn’t know how, but something about the glint in his eye told you so.

“I’m sorry,” you finally said. “About your dad.”

The blond moved to lean against the doorjamb, staring at you.

“Don’t be. I’m used to it.”

“You shouldn’t be,” you argued.

“Yeah, well, we’re both used to a lot of things we shouldn’t be,” he said, making you bristle. “I should’ve known better. After all…I know what he’s like.”

You didn’t appreciate having your own words thrown back in your face, doubly so because JJ didn’t realize just how much it messed with you. It was funny. When you told him that about Rafe, it made sense to you. That was how you maneuvered around Rafe and so you just wanted JJ to learn to maneuver around him the same way if he wanted to avoid his temper.

Now, however, hearing him repeat that about his own father just made you feel…nauseated.

“That’s not an excuse-.”

“Isn’t it?” JJ wondered, moving closer.

He held your gaze, and the look in his eyes had you biting the inside of your cheek. You couldn’t stop your frown, nostrils flaring at the words he silently threw at you. He didn’t say them, but he didn’t need to.

“That’s different,” you argued.

JJ frowned, head tilted in confusion.

“How so? My dad’s an asshole, Rafe’s an asshole,” he drawled. “Now, Rafe may not be a physically abusive asshole, but walking on tippy toes around him just to navigate his shitty personality isn’t exactly healthy.”

You stumbled back when JJ took another step towards you, lips parting when he cut you off.

“You can’t even have lunch with his sister without the fear of some guy that isn’t Rafe crashing the date…because you know he would just fly off the handle.”

You swallowed down your anger and annoyance at how right he was, glancing away with a huff.

“You don’t know anything about my relationship.”

“I know enough,” he fired back with a smirk.

When your back grazed the wall, it was then that you realized just how close he was. The bruising on his face looked so much scarier this close, and your eyes traced the blood on his lip. Your heartbeat was uneven at his close proximity, and you pressed yourself further into the wall. JJ’s eyes flitted between your own, and when you swallowed, they zeroed in on the action, gaze lingering on your throat.

“I know that if I kissed you, right now…” you sharply inhaled at that. “You wouldn’t tell Rafe…and not because you don’t want to hurt him…”

You slapped his hand way when it reached for your chin.

“…but because you’re fucking terrified of him.”

You furiously blinked, struggling to respond to that.

“You’re an asshole,” was all you could muster up with a frown, voice trembling.

JJ only softly chuckled to himself, nodding.

“Assholes are your type, so that doesn’t sting the same coming from you.”

Pushing your way out from in between him and the wall, you stomped away. You refused to look at him when he thanked you for the drugs, fighting to ignore the goosebumps along your arms underneath Rafe’s shirt.

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cw: hospital/medical stuff mentions, unspecified illness or injury

“You wanna pick up some food on the way?” Caretaker asked, steering her car out of the parking garage and to the intersection.

Whumpee, sitting under a blanket on the passenger seat, watched the hospital disappear as they drove away on the mostly empty highway. He rubbed the pit of his elbow where a small bandage remained to stop the slight bleeding from a cannula.

It had been a long day. New bottles of medicine rattled in the pockets of his jacket when he shifted into a more comfortable position and leaned their head against the headrest. They had sat in the waiting room the whole evening before finally being admitted, and discharged only a couple of hours after. Caretaker hadn’t even tried to argue with the staff anymore. It always ended like this. Not enough beds and not enough people to take care of the ones lying on them.

Whumpee knew he was lucky. He knew he’d be safe going home with Caretaker. But it didn’t mean he didn’t keep dreaming about the day he’d be taken seriously. He’d receive proper care. Otherwise he’d just have to keep going back, over and over again. More pills, more bills, more wasted hours.

“Hello?”

“Oh, uh,” Whumpee blinked, realizing he hadn’t actually given Caretaker a response. “No, I… we should just head home. You’ve got work in the morning, and it’s already way past midnight.”

His stomach let out a loud rumbling sound just then, and Caretaker gave him a quiet look, which Whumpee pretended to not see. He could fix himself a bowl of yogurt at home. Caretaker needed sleep. She deserved it, after putting aside her own responsibilities just to stay with him again.

“What if I told you I already took tomorrow off?”

"What?" Whumpee turned to her, shaking his head. “Caretaker, no. You shouldn’t have.”

Caretaker shrugged. “It’s Friday, we get to have a head start for the weekend. Won’t that be fun?” Her smile faltered slightly and her voice shifted lower, to more serious. “The nurse said someone should keep an eye on you — and I wouldn’t want to leave you, anyway. You still need help.”

Whumpee knew that. He looked down, fidgeting with the hospital wristband. If he’d kept every one of those he’d got even during the past year, he could probably sew them together to make full sleeves for both arms. Money was already tight, as Caretaker worked to support the both of them, and Caretaker missing work because of Whumpee’s various appointments and frequent trips to the ER had had their effect on their income.

“Yes, but…” he said, the familiar tearing feeling of shame finding its place. “I thought we would call Friend or Sibling to stay with me while you’re at work. We have before.”

“Now we don’t have to.” Caretaker glanced at him, frowning. “Do you not… want me to stay?”

“Didn’t they say you can’t keep doing this anymore if you plan to keep your position?” Whumpee asked. “You like your job. I don’t want you to risk losing it because of me.”

“They will understand. I told them it is a family matter.”

Whumpee’s cheeks got hot and he moved his focus away from Caretaker again, watching out of the window instead. They were passing by shops, parks, and pubs, taking many turns in the little streets of their labyrinth of a hometown. Whumpee hadn’t even noticed they had left the main road, but he definitely recognised where Caretaker was heading.

“You didn’t have to lie because of me,” he mumbled, as Caretaker pulled into the parking lot of a local, 24-hour barbeque restaurant they both loved. “About it being a… a family thing.”

Caretaker turned to Whumpee, finally being able to give him her undivided attention as she turned off the engine, smiling softly.

“I didn’t.”

#i... wrote... something?#you have no idea how much my not fluent speaker ass struggled with vocabulary for a thing this short #gentle caretaker #caretaking #sick whump #comfort whump #medical whump #caretaker x whumpee #whump writing #whump scenarios #whump fic #caretaker #whumpee #whump #whumpblr #my writing

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calummss · 4 months

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having a baby with marshall mathers/eminem

masterlist

headcanon includes timeline, pregnancy and after birth bullet points

for the purpose of this headcanon the baby is called romy

timeline

i imagine marshall to also be young in this universe — 24 years old, can barely keep a job down. you work multiple jobs to pull through college. becoming parents was the last thing on your mind

finding out you were pregnant was a shock; as much sex as you two had, you always made sure to be protected, so when you suddenly realised your period was late and took a pregnancy test your heart literally dopped

you literally dropped everything, crammed the test into your pockets and marched through the frosty detroit morning to the restaurant marshall was currently employed under and asked to see him

marshall assured you that whatever conclusion you came to would be right and would support you no matter what

that definitely was the biggest weight lifted off your shoulders—the reassurance that marshall would stick with you if you decided to keep the baby

it was definitely a tough decision and took you almost two weeks to completely make up your mind

you ofc decided to keep the baby (otherwise whats the point of this headcanon?)

marshall promised to that he would be by your side and support his new family

literally 5 seconds after you told him you wanted to keep the baby, he pulled out a ring and said ‘thank god cause this is just a good excuse to marry you’

and we all know that having a child in marriage is far easier (but marshall also loved you and would’ve married you anyways)

baby mathers would be born on december 25th aka christmas because it would just be the best christmas present

what it would include (during pregnancy)

i feel like marshall is the type to be extra careful with you; offering his arm or hand when walking down steps, not letting you carry heavy things, making sure you cannot be hurt in whatever it is you are doing. and if any of his friends did something harmless but he saw it as a danger, he would be so pissed off

i also think it’s very possible for him to call your unborn baby ‘baby mathers; little slim’ something sweet that builds a connection

i imagine marshall to be very helpful with things around the house or other things that need to be done but he’ll definitely be pissed a few times because even though he understands that you’re supposed to relax and take care of yourself and the baby, he feels an extra burden so maybe he snaps once or twice? he immediately apologises but it’s a lot for a man who constantly takes new jobs and tries to be the best husband and father

i 100% see him talking to your stomach. he’ll talk to his daughter, catch her up on life and what he’s doing

‘hello baby, it’s daddy. mommy only has a few months left before we finally get to meet you. don’t take too long though because mama is startin’ to get very tired. the doctor said that you’re due for christmas. now daddy isn’t one who belives in destiny but you my little lady are goin’ to be our little christmas present. daddy has no money right now and that makes him feel like a bum but he’ll work extra hard to give you everything you ever want… if you ever want a unicorn you just come and let daddy know, okay?’

i have this gut feeling that he tries to hide his feelings. during this time marshall is so overwhelmed. he’s happy to welcome his daughter, stressed because he doesn’t know how long his job will last and how much money he can put down. you’ll find him crying in the kitchen one night after you wake up and couldn’t feel him beside you. you let him cry alone knowing he needed alone time

marshall will try to honour your cravings and buy you anything you want. if he’s short on money or can’t leave he will ask deshaun to swing by (and shaun cannot say no to you)

the d12 group will 100% pledge allegiance to baby mathers!! like you just now that as soon as you hang out together they’re gonna talk about how baby mathers will be protected at all costs, no one’s gonna f*ck with her etc. it’s like they’re her bodyguards ready to get at anyone’s neck who would even dare take a wrong glance at her

marshall’s arm would drape over your stomach when you two sleep at night. his arm would go from lying on a flat surface to a montain but he didn’t seem to mind. it was a habit he picked up

when you get closer to your due date this man would be stressed!! i mean stressed! any call out (shit, fuck, no, yes, what, literally the list goes on and on) would have a panting marshall by your side in less than a few seconds. he’s just waiting for your water to break. he’s extra careful during the last weeks because at this point you’re also stressed and just want the pregnancy to be done with

so when your water does finally break you know the bag is packed and in less than 5 minutes you’re on your way to the hospital, i just know it

extra: during labour he’s so supportive: holding your hand, motivating you, but deep inside he’s so much more stressed than you are lmao

what it would include (after birth)

he would not be able to let go of her. any time you turn away and look back he’d have little romy in his arms, literally hearts in his eyes as he stares down at her

you both decided on breastfeeding but you bought formula so that he could feed her and seeing him holding her in his arms feeding her the bottle makes your heart skip a beat. it allowed him to be as close to her as you were during feedings

he is absolutely obsessed with her hands. he loves how her baby hand wraps around his finger, and when she’s older the feeling of her small hand in his as it engulfs hers

plus he loves carrying her. he just loves the closeness. he will carry his baby girl anywhere and everywhere

marshall would be so proud to show her off to his friends. and if she wasn’t with him he’d find any reason to talk about her. they could be talking about the best ways to make a drink and he’d just start rambling about baby romy. some of them playfully roll their eyes but understand where he’s coming from

he’ll definitely be overwhelmed the first months when she wakes up crying in the middle of the night because it just adds to the stress but will never openly complain about it. he toughens up and goes to her room to calm her down

he’d have an addiction with baby clothes and browsing around stores literally fighting himself wether or not he actually needs to buy certain things

he’ll only address his daughter as ‘baby’ to the point you tell him to start calling her romy because she’d probably start to believe that baby was her name

marshall would definitely beat himself up trying to live up to his own expectations as a father. having no father to look up to, he tries to do his daughter justice but feels like he fails her in certain moments. those moments similar to those during pregnancy, he would sit alone in the kitchen just thinking about how to make things right

he’d insist on bringing baby romy EVERYWHERE. this man cannot stay away from her for longer than a few hours. she’s his serotonin, his lifeline

he’d have a piggy bank for her where he would put a 1/4 of his pay into so that she would be able to buy things she wanted

romy (and you) would serve as his main inspiration for music and also motivate him to work hard to make it out of greensbriar

after his rise to fame, despite his busy work schedule, marshall tries to spend as much time with her as possible

he tries to do few shows so that he’s not away from her and you for too long

with the rise of fame, his income flooded in. marshall buys her almost everything she wants. not stuff she doesn’t need but a lot. he’s not spoiling her in the way you think. he just wants her to have everything he didn’t have and make her happy. and if buying her a fourth barbie doll makes his baby smile then he will buy her that fourth barbie doll!!

though romy serves as his drive and motivation and inspiration for many of his songs, he tries to keep her out of the spotlight and out of hollywood. as soon as he’s done recording, attending award shows etc. he’s back on a plane to detroit to see his baby the only lady he adores (see what i did? ofc you did.)

he’d just be such an amazing father which you remind him of every day. he still doubts a lot but he’s starting to know his impact on her life

also romy comes before anything else!! daddy-daughter-day at kindergarten? sorry dre but this recording will be postponed. tour dates fall onto romy’s first day of school? yeah that tour night ain’t happening—i think you get what i’m trying to say. nothing will stop him from experiencing milestones and important memories in her life and in his life as a father (learned what not to do from his father)

the older she gets the more sentimental he becomes. seeing his baby grow up makes him sad and proud at the same time. she’s not only his whole world but she is the reason for him breathing and continuing in life even if it seems that life doesn’t want him to win

you made romy a cd with all the songs dedicated or about her from her daddy so when she’s in her room playing with dolls whatever, his songs are on repeat and the sight of it could make him fall to his knees (metaphorically speaking)

when romy turns 4 and older she’ll randomly make him watch her self choreographed dances or sing along to his songs and you best believe he is smiling and clapping after EVERY performance his baby girl gives!! he’s her number 1 fan. he even encourages her to show his friends and you already now they’re hyping up their little lady

and when romy is 15, oh she’s gonna rap him some of his songs and he’ll have the same reaction. maybe even share the stage for one song? who knows?

marshall is known for his rap and not for his cooking for a reason but he has few recipes like pancakes or foods he grew up with that are staples and enjoys cooking them for romy (she has her dad’s tastebuds 100%)

when romy has nightmares he’ll let her sleep in your bed for as long as she needs to feel safe again (deep down he never wants his baby to leave)

#eminem x you #eminem x y/n #eminem headcanon #eminem x reader #eminem imagine #eminem imagines #eminem fanfic #eminem fanfiction #eminem #marshall mathers x y/n #marshall mathers x you #marshall mathers headcanon #marshall mathers x reader #marshall mathers imagines #marshall mathers imagine #marshall mathers fanfiction #marshall mathers

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milesmyrales · 8 months

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my eyes on you

mikage reo x fem! reader, slight nagi seishiro x fem!reader narration. not proofread, this was something i wrote at 3am so pls bare with me 😞

being good friends with mikage reo wasn’t easy. you both were always rumored to be dating, but none of that were true. but despise all the rumors, you would expect yourself to be receiving hate notes or atleast one of those letters that would say “stay away from reo”, but none of that ever happened.

maybe it was because they all knew how he looked at you, maybe its because they all know how he always searches for you and how his eyes always lit up only by seeing you walk pass by.

but you werent his.

instead, you were dating his bestfriend. nagi seishiro, who would have thought? he couldn’t ignore how he could see your smile reaching from eye to eye when you meet your boyfriend, he couldn’t ignore how much you talk about him. maybe other people didn’t bother because you were already dating nagi.

and he couldn’t stop wishing that it was him.

and now you’re in front of him, fussing about how you’re searching for nagi’s birthday gift. of course you asked reo, he’s his best friend who knows nagi more than himself. he was trying to help you, he really was but his thoughts just kept on drifting away. would you do this too if you were his boyfriend?

“hey reo, don’t drift off. are you still with me?” you snapped your fingers in front of his face making him slap back into reality. reo chuckled, slightly embarrassed that he was caught daydreaming. he quickly hopped back into the topic you both were discussing.

sometimes people wonder, what is something mikage reo can’t buy? which leaves 2 answers, the world cup and your feelings. if anyone knew his current feelings, they would think “if feelings could be bought then reo would buy name’s feelings so she could fall in love with him.”

but reo thinks otherwise. reo thinks that feelings are precious, especially love. love is such a beauty, such a rare feeling that appears for the right person in life. no money on earth he has can buy love.

in his eyes, your love for nagi is so sweet. too sweet for him that he feels sick, sick of his own thoughts. he should be happy for you right? his two best friends ended up being together and they’re both happy, who wouldn’t be happy? but then again,

who would he be happy with?

as much as he loves you, he wouldn’t confess. ever. not when you’re dating his best friend and not when you’re single. him confessing felt weird for him, if you’re his best friend, someone who makes him feel comfort more than he would with anyone and then suddenly goes wrong, where would he seek comfort next?

but would he have regrets if he doesn’t confess? sometimes people say that “regrets are things people didn’t do.” he’s never been this confused, why of all people on the earth it just had to be you? he never chased on someone before, its always been reversed and he would be rejecting girls left to right like it was nothing.

now it came to him. the fear of you rejecting him, if he ever decides to confess of course. was this what people experienced before confessing to him? were they even scared of rejection knowing there will be a 99.9% chance that they will get rejected?

he waited so long for you. he loved you the same as he loves football, that was already special. but you never knew. he waited years, after you finished high school and found your own ways. he never took his mind off of you, he was desperate. you and nagi were still going strong until one day reo got a call from you.

you never called him unless it was important, like that one time you needed a ride back home from a party but nagi was out of town, he was there.

he picked up the phone call “hey, whats up?” reo asked, slightly worried that you needed his help again on something. you told him you just had some news to share, which reo was curious about. what kind of news could he be expecting? will it finally the news of you and nagi breaking up? he definitely wasn’t wishing on that one.

3 words. 3 words was what you said. he wished from the bottom of his heart it was “we broke up” but he would be a bad friend if he did. instead you said the news to him in a happy voice “we’re getting married!”

reo was shocked but not surprised, he knew this time would come, he just didn’t expect it to be this soon. he wished he could have time for him to move on but this was so sudden. pausing for a few seconds, trying to act happy at the news was hard.

“i’m so happy for you both, congratulations” but he wasn’t. he wasn’t happy about it, he felt so many emotions at the same time that words can’t even express. the thing he wasn’t happy about was how he could have told his love for you before you dated nagi. he should have took his chance way back then, if he did, will things change?

you thanked him and ended the call shortly after delivering the news to him, reo sat in his office looking out at the window. he would remember the times where he first fell for you.

you and him first met on the school rooftops, he noticed on how you intensely gazed through the skies and school grounds. “why are you so focused, its not that entertaining watching this view” reo said, looking at you.

you noticed what he said but you didn’t avert your eyes from where you’re looking. “and why is that any of your problem? besides, im sightseeing and it pleases my eyes” you replied, still gazing through the skies.

“all of the girls i know are sightseeing with branded handbags and clothing” reo shrugged but he decided to join in on your little “sightseeing”, it was simple yet calming. he never thought of just appreciating the view at where he’s at.

then he looked at you, gazing at you the same way he gazes into the beautiful light blue sky, its like as if you’re a beautiful scenery from the garden with wonderful bright flowers. that was what you are to him, soothing. its like he knows you enjoys the little things in life.

he adores you for it, he adores you even more when he starts to get closer to you.

the day of your wedding with nagi comes, of course reo being the best friend of the groom he gets to be the best man. it was a simple wedding, nothing too fancy which is definitely something you would have chosen out. his head turns when he noticed the doors opened and you, the bride started to walk down the aisle.

you walked seeing familiar faces from friends and family waving to you, smiling and you smiled back. of course you would, this was the happiest day to you after all. reo gazed down at the white gown you picked out after months of deciding. reo and you made eye contact, you smiling from eye to eye looking as happy as ever. reo returned the gesture by smiling back.

he was in awe but he hit back into reality again. you married him, not reo. you’re gonna be happy with nagi. he watched as you and nagi stare at each other, watching nagi’s lips mumbling a “pretty”

reo bit his inner cheek trying his best not to cry at the vows, but he let it out anyways just like everybody in the room did. he cried. because of now that you’re happy with him, now that you’ve finally found your happily ever after with his bestfriend. he wouldn’t ruin this just for his own pleasure. he stayed quiet the entire wedding.

once the ceremony was over, reo stood silently at the side of the altar waiting for all of the guests to go home, the reception will continue tomorrow evening. you walked over to the purple haired man who looks like has been waiting for you guys to finish accepting all the congratulations from the guests.

standing right in front of him, he hugged you tightly. he sobbed, so loud that hes glad everyone already went away and its just you, him and nagi. you never saw him this vulnerable. slightly surprised, you tried to calm him down by patting his back. but that only made him cry louder.

he has so many regrets but he wouldn’t want to admit it.

“thank you for everything, reo” you thanked him, giving him a genuine smile.

reo stopped crying for a second to look at your face, trying to trace every detail so he would remember this smile by heart.

reo had many regrets, but he was grateful that he could be someone important to name’s life. that i all he could ever wish for now.

even if she isn’t his to love.

#blue lock #reo mikage x reader #mikage reo x reader #reo mikage #reo x reader #bllk reo #blue lock reo #blue lock x reader

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elk96 · 7 months

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Hi! 😄

I wanted to know if you could be a top male reader. Where he and Cillian met in a bar, they spoke little so he couldn't ask for his number but the reader fell in love with him and his blue eyes, and one day when looking at photos of his friends he realizes that Cillian is a friend. from one of his friends, and is surprised because they never told him about him, so the reader asks his friend where he could meet Cillian again, and when they meet again, the reader flirts with him by saying things like:How about I kiss you, how about I buy you coffee tomorrow? What if you are the man of my life?

hello and thank you so so much for your request!!😁 it is my first request so it gave me endless joy😂

I so liked your prompt I had to make it into a two part story.

Hope you enjoy it!

What If Part 1

Cillian Murphy x Male reader

Words: 2457

Warnings: none (smut in part 2)

Of course, no disrespect to Cillian Murphy or his family intended! It's just a fictional story folks.

The bar was quiet, yet annoyingly full of people. Most of them danced slowly near the corners, but the queue for the drinks was large. You shoved your change in your pocket and grabbed your drink to get out of there, when a sharp voice caught your attention. It was one of the bartenders.

“And what do you want me to do lad, pour it back into the bottle?!”, he shouted angrily at the customer.

“I’m sorry, but I really can’t pay for it-

“What’s the matter”? you asked pleasantly, approaching the pair. You glanced at the bartender, then the money laid in front of a Guiness. The customer had closed his eyes, pushing his head towards his chest. So much drama for such a little inconvenience, you thought.

“There, I'll pay it off”, you said to the bartender and gave him the missing coins. “No need to worry mate, come on”, you added, and with both drinks at hand, you found a quieter spot in a corner. You looked behind you to find the man you’d just helped come after you flustered and embarrassed.

“God you’re not from around here, are you”?, you asked with a smile and handed him his beer.

“I just left the house in a haste. Though I had more money with me, you know”? He took a large sip. “Thank you so much by the way, I wasn’t in the mood for trouble. I’m Cillian”.

A small smile tugging at the corners of your lips, you reached to shake his hand. Your heart was dancing in your chest. His touch was smooth, warm, his hand large and yet frail, just like the rest of him.

“What’s your name”? Cillian asked as you continued to just stare at him.

You cursed yourself mentally looking at the ceiling for a brief moment in frustration. “Sorry, I was thinking about something. Um. Y/N. Y/N Y/LN. Lovely outfit, may I add”.

Cillian chuckled and looked down at himself as if to actually remember what he was wearing. White and red striped shirt, blue navy cardigan, ripped cuffed blue jeans. A small silver earring added even more spark to his face, as if those eyes weren’t dazzling enough already.

Cillian rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “It’s just my casual fit you know? Something to keep me going through the day”.

“Rough day, I presume”.

“Yeah…Sometimes I just…I don’t know…Lose my faith in humanity, I guess. With everything that’s happening around here…I’ve always been trying to be one of those ‘look at the bright side’ kind of people, but now…”.

“You’re talking about the person who stole those charity funds hm”?, you asked sympathetically. The news had caused great shock in all the country. “I suppose that’s always been man’s nature though, hasn’t it? We can’t deny it”.

“But we can fight it-and we have to fight it, otherwise what’s the point”?, Cillian asked in a haste and gulped down his beer.

Absent-mindedly you reached to swipe some of the foam gathered on the corner of his eyes. You only then noticed that he’d finished his drink, while you were only one sip down with your. Cause you were drinking him with your eyes…

“Thank you for the beer again, I have work to do”, Cillian murmured, and with a soft “Good night”, he slipped between the crowd and…left. He had just…left. You kicked the wall next to you for letting him go like that. You could’ve asked for his number or something!

You closed your eyes and sighed heavily, leaning on the wall. He is gone now. And, nobody said that there was much to happen anyway. What if he’d left so quickly because of your gesture? What if he’d cringed?

“Oh what a stupid reason to stay awake at night…”, you whispered to yourself and finished your drink. You had paperwork to do-loads of paperwork, actually, but all you would think about would be that ethereal man. Chiseled jawline, sharp cheekbones, soft nose. Not even Michaelangelo had carved beauty like his.

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Three days had passed and all you could do was think about Cillian-which was why you had agreed to go see the game at your friends’ house. Many of his pals would be there, since tomorrow one of them had his birthday, Will was throwing a party for him.

“Hello Y/N, so glad to see you mate! I didn't think you’d come”.

“Yeah, me neither, but I needed a break from work”.

“Oh come on”, his friend complained. “All you do is work and sleep, when are you going to have some fun? Find a girl, have a good time”!

“Oh I’m sorry sir William but not all of us have rich parents”, you joked and stepped inside. 5 other men were sitting on the couch and on the floor, waiting excitedly for the game to start. You smiled at them and then walked to the kitchen. You poured yourself a cup of water from the fridge. You had recently moved into the city, so you didn’t have many friends, and all your old ones were now scattered across the globe. William and his pals were good, fun-but they were made only to party and talk big. You hadn’t bothered to confess that you weren’t interested in girls, you just gave lame excuses about having too much work.

“Did you print the photographs''? William said conspicuously, making you flinch in surprise. He had asked you to print some cursed photos of the birthday boy and the group. Whether he wanted to blackmail him or give them to him, you didn’t know, but it was unimportant.

“Yes, I did”, you answered and handed them over to Will. “Scott looks like he’s pissed drunk in that one”, you laughed and pointed at the picture that interested you.

“Eh, you know Scott, always the quiet one”, Will smiled. You liked Scott. “But the most ridiculous one is Cillian”.

You drew in a sharp breath at the sound of his name-so it was him after all. When you’d seen the face in the picture you thought it was just wishful thinking on your part, a trick of your mind.

You furrowed your brow, pretending not to know. “Cillian? New addition to the gang”? you joked.

“Nah, we just hang out once or twice. He was the leading man on the play Scott participated in, so we became acquainted. Nice lad. Scott loves him ‘because he introduced him to a writer and now he thinks he’ll be able to work full-time at the theater like Cill. Let’s hope he finds out you need talent to do that because he quits his job, huh”? William laughed and went to the living room to find the others.

A sweet sense of anticipation lingered over you. He worked full time at the theater…You knew where to find him.

The next day, the sun rose vibrant and promising, the weather was crisp but not cold. You were walking faster than usual, anxious to find Cillian in the cafe Scott said he was going to in between theater breaks. Your heart was hammering in your chest, but you felt confident. You had finished all your work, for the days to come, so you had no responsibilities, and with the weekend right on the next corner…who knew what would happen? You took a swift glance at yourself at a shop’s window to make sure everything looked in place, and then entered the cafe.

It was a small, cozy place with lots of cushions, orange lamps and vintage wooden tables. It’s calm, romantic ambience enveloped you, easing your nerves completely. You inhaled the intricate smell of brewed coffee, and then you saw him. He was sitting alone in the small attic of the place, where no tables but rather large pillows were places for those who searched for a break from the chit chat and noise. He was wearing a fluffy blue turtle-neck, which brought out those incredible eyes of his.

You ordered your favorite coffee and with the cup in hand you climbed up the stairs to meet him.

“Mind if I join”?, you asked with a smile.

Cillian put down the book he was reading, his features illuminated by joy for seeing you.

“Y/N! Of course, you needn’t have asked. Good to see you again”, he added softly.

You sat next to him on the soft material, placing your coffee on a little hanging shelf.

“You too. I was thinking about you actually…”, you said in a low voice. “What you told me '', you added to make it a bit more subtle. “Are you better now”?

“Hey, I didn’t mean to sound so depressive, '' he explained. “It’s just that I had worked in a play for the guy that collected and then stole the money. I thought he had integrity and honesty-but anyway, it doesn’t matter anymore. How come you found this place”?

You held your breath, contemplating whether you should give him the real reason or just make up an excuse.

“I was out for a casual walk, and it looked cozy and cute, so I thought I’d come in for a cup of coffee. What are you reading? "you asked and picked up his book. “Call me by your name, my my! I thought you’d be more of a Dostoyefsky and Kafka type of guy”, you laughed, while your heart clenched in hope.

“Oh I am”, Cillian answered. “Or Bukowski, or Oscar Wilde, or Max Porter. But this particular book, I’d read some twelve years ago, and I still go back to it when I need a boost. Their relationship is so pure”, he said, his voice trailing off into nothing.

You tentatively brushed your fingertips against his own, held your hand there when he didn’t shy away from your touch. But he didn’t dare look you in the eyes.

“I always found it very sad…how long it takes them before they understand the depth of their feelings…And when they do, there is no time to enjoy their love”, you said softly admiring the softness of his skin, the delicacy of his features.

“I’d rather have one true kiss with someone than a relationship based on lies”, he mumbled almost inaudibly and that was when you placed your hand on his chin.

“What if I kissed you right now”? you whispered, turning his face towards yours. Cillian looked at you with surprise, but then, he closed his eyes, giving you the smallest of nods.

You leaned in, pressing your lips against his soft ones, savoring his smell. You kissed his bottom lip, sucking on it gently before you parted his lips with your tongue. You felt him melt into your touch as you licked into his mouth gently. You broke the kiss, both gasping for air. His cheeks were flushed, chest rising rapidly.

“You look so fucking beautiful when you’re all ”, you whispered in his ear, pulling him towards you for a more passionate kiss. You brushed your hands through his silky hair, sucking at his full lips. Cillian needily wrapped his arms around your torso, and a small whine left him when you lapped on his mouth.

When you pulled back you were both disheveled.

A mean, low laugh came from downstairs, and when you looked, two blokes were pointing fingers at you, rolling their eyes and judging stupidly. Cillian picked up his book quickly, pulling away from you. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, you apologized for your boldness.

“It’s not your fault, I just…worry about work. I don’t want word to spread and stuff”, Cillian answered hoarsely, and you understood that completely. It wasn’t necessary that people know about your affairs, no matter the sexuality or gender.

“How about I buy you a coffee tomorrow, or a beer at that bar and we talk about it?, you asked hesitantly.

Cillian thought about it while his thumb brushed nervously against your hand.

“I really like you Y/N”, he confessed.

“I’ve been thinking about you, Cill. For over three days now. We could go to my place-for something casual, I mean. To talk…I really want to get to know you better. Because I like you too. Very much”.

You admired the ethereal color of his eyes a little longer while Cillian prepared mentally for what awaited him. After a rather eventful break up, he wasn’t in the right headspace to connect intimately with someone again-especially a person of the same sex- but the attraction he felt, the warmth in his stomach and at the same time, the trust he had in you eased his uncertainty off.

Having already paid for your drinks, you left the picturesque cafe and walked to your place. It was a short walk under the warm sun and you were happier than you’d been in a long, long time. Cillian was introverted and shy, laughing nervously at your jokes and fidgeting with the hem of his sweater. It would scare you, how hard you were falling for him, if he weren’t honest and pure-hearted as he was.

You poured drinks for both of you and he sat on the living room carpet-another quirky habit of his along with the fact that he was always fidgeting-and you continued your conversation. He told you all about the play he was rehearsing at the moment, Grief Is A Thing With Feathers, opening his heart about the toll the role had taken on him. He had a beautiful way of speaking, soft and calm, and yet you understood almost right off how passionate he was about his work.

You could also sense that while eager, he also felt out of his depth a little bit, being alone with a man that regarded him as something more than a friend.

And then, you brought up your love for music, and the conversation went on for hours. In his nerdy way, he could speak insightfully about the songs he loved, how he connected with them.

The sun was beginning to set when you stood up, putting some jazz music playing on the radio. You turned on the warm, low lights on the side of the wall to create a romantic atmosphere, looking at Cillian.

“Up for a dance”?

“I’m not a great dancer”, he murmured, breath caught in his throat.

“How badly can you mess up some simple steps”?, you bit back, pulling him up by the forearm. You led him away from the furniture so you had a bit more free space, wrapping your arms around his waist. He let his hands drop lightly at your shoulder blades, shying away from your eyes. You began to move in small steps, following the rhythm of the music.

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P2 Money Isn’t Necromancy

Part 1 here

(NOT A PR0MPT)

Hello I don’t know if your asks are open but if it was can you please continue money can’t buy necromancy? It’s amazing

Thank you, love :)

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Villainess’ bedroom might as well have been a detective’s office. Pictures of people who worked in the building were posted all about the walls. Some were in color to represent the times they were living, and others were in black and white to represent the moment they died. The latter were all scattered on the floor, attached by red strings. Meanwhile, Villainess’ feet never touched carpet.

Some pictures were replicants. Villainess’ walls told the story of her parents- who they worked with and when. Looking at it all now, some employees died sooner than others, though she only found this information through thorough digging, and from interviews with families who lost loved ones in the building.

For every person with a too-soon black and white photo, was a photo of Villainess’ parents in full color. Her parents would start a project with a coworker, and some time later, that coworker would die.

Something didn’t make sense, though. Hero made it sound as though the bioweapon was her parents’ idea. If anything, it all sounded like a big mistake, a trial of errors that ended badly. If she looked further, it wasn’t her parents’ faults at all.

Villainess picked up her phone.

It rang once before a click sounded. She tried again.

“How did you get my number?”

“That is the least of your concerns, and should have been expected.”

Hero grumbled on the line, but otherwise stayed silent. He must have known Villainess’ persistence would lead her to keep talking. Even if he hung up, Villainess would call right back.

“Why did my parents stay employed after five projects ending in multiple deaths?” It didn’t make sense. If they were responsible- and they clearly were- for so many deaths, they should have been fired. Villainess wouldn’t have even cared if they were jailed. Then, they might have come home after release and cooked for her instead of forcing her to learn on her own.

“Not the question I expected.” Hero mumbled it, but Villainess heard.

“You expected me to ask how much more awful my parents were? I get it,” she lied. “They were wrong. They were responsible for so many lives, so many deaths, and yet...” She paused long enough that even she felt the tension she created. “You kept them employed. Were you not paying attention?” Villainess asked. “Or did you watch naively until they were all dead- until my parents went so far that there was no return? I thought you had an image to uphold. Was firing them not easier than paying off hundreds of families?”

A sigh sounded on the other end. “You weren’t supposed to look this far into it.”

Why wouldn’t she? And why was he so surprised if he was the one encouraging her to look further into her parents? She only looked into it far enough to realize her parents’ mistakes. Was that supposed to take all blame away from Hero? No. But that’s what he expected, right?

“Listen, I have reasons of my own.”

“Is that right?”

“You don’t have to be so snarky,” Hero griped. Villainess could practically see him running a hand down his face by the tone of his voice. “Your parents were going to expose-”

Villainess didn’t need to know. “So it was their fault you didn’t think things through? You wanna know what I think?”

Hero didn’t answer.

“I think the bioweapon was your secret. You created a disease, which my parents discovered. They got caught up in their own secret, trying to fix everything- trying to destroy your disease. After so many employee deaths, you found out. You released your bioweapon in the building to stop their attempts, then covered it up by blaming my parents. And because there were no survivors, no one could say it was your fault.”

She took a breath.

“I looked into the employees that weren’t working that day, Hero. They all died, too, but you didn’t pay their families. Robberies, accidental slips off local bridges, dog attacks, you name it. But you knew that would look terrible. Sure, it made sense for those in the building to die, but those outside of it?” Villainess’ hands were shaking and she couldn’t see past her blind rage. For a time, she forgot she was on the phone. She wanted to see Hero’s face, wanted to watch his eyes widen as she spelled out his every past move. “You paid off the police department, didn’t you? Gave them an early retirement so they wouldn’t look into anything?”

“If you think you know what happened,” Hero said, and very calmly at that, “then why tell me? Don’t you think I could kill you just as easily? Don’t you think I would?”

She breathed, heavy and slow. Why did she confront him? He would kill her for knowing so much, for discovering his ever-growing secret. She was a threat if she knew this much- especially if she had the evidence to prove it, which she didn’t. Maybe she should stop now, before it went too far. Everything she told Hero, although it was speculation, was true. If she ditched it all, maybe Hero would leave her alone.

“You were supposed to be a hero.”

“Aren’t we all?” Villainess didn’t appreciate the hard edge of his voice. He was unperturbed. “Everyone expects you to be good, but there’s no accommodation for when you’re not. I’m just trying to live.”

“-By killing others.”

“If I’m capable of doing so”- he paused, and Villainess knew he shrugged- “then why not? I have the money- an entire business dedicated to military weaponry, actually.”

This conversation was at a stalemate. Villainess didn’t know what to say; anything she might say at this point had a great likelihood of getting her killed like her parents. In fact, she was willing to bet that Hero’s quietness was actually him plotting. How else could he make someone disappear?

“You know I can’t trust you now, right? It was one thing to make a scene on the local news station; this is another.”

I know.

“You can stage your death,” he suggested. “Go by a new name, dye your hair, and ditch the glasses for contacts. Or-”

“Or you’ll kill me yourself. Got it.”

“It’s your choice. You have until the end of tomorrow to disappear.”

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I Think My Neighbor’s Dead Son is Trying to Talk to Me?

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Wes Weston has just moved into Amity Park but there is something seriously wrong with the destroyed house next door to him. Espically at night when the wind passed through the rusted Fenton Works sign. (AU Full Ghost Danny) (Phicc Phight prompt fill for kalyke/aggressivelyclueless)

The cold summer’s air blasted itself at the nape of his neck, chilling him to the bone. It was a threat, or a command from above to stop, but Wes saw something in the old Fenton Works, and he had to know whose eyes he saw in the brief flashes of lighting.

It started last week, his father had gotten a news anchor job in a medium size city called Amity Park, which according to the aged and weathered sign, was a great place to live. Was it really that great if they had to both underline and italicize the word? To Wes the strangeness of the sign was a single for the dull dread that was to come from life in Amity Park.

It rained almost everyday in Amity Park, and when the sun decided to show itself the harsh winds kept everyone in jackets well past winter. The buildings were a mash up of white colonial paint with tall white columns, pointed Victorian roofs, and décor that looked like it belonged in the height of the eighties. All together it created a visual disaster of a town that seemed both lost in time and missing whatever soul it had once had. In short, Wes hated it here. He wanted to go back to Oklahoma where the sunset wasn’t obstructed by something every day, and back to where his friends were.

Worst of all was the house next to them. It was a three story townhouse with a second metal house (It was a large metal circular structure with satellite dishes and antennas on top, and random metal poles connecting it to the house below) on top, and a dead neon sign on the side that read Fenton Works. The whole building was abandoned and dilapidated with half the windows broken and the other half bored up.

And Wes didn’t believe in ghost, he thought the idea was stupid. The dead can’t come back and anyone who told you otherwise was trying to sell you something. But one day at school he heard some of the other students talking.

“So, Kwan are you in?” Dash, school bully, high school football star, and future used car salesman said.

“No way dude! I’m not about to spend my free night looking for Fenton’s Ghost,” Kwan, the only one on the football team who had enough smarts go to college, said.

“Aw, are you scared? Is the Kwan-ster scared of an old house?”

“I’m not scared. We just don’t know what those people were doing there. What if they left a science experiment out and it gives us all cancer?”

“You’re being ridiculous man, they probably took everything when they left.”

“You never know dude. I mean… their own son died because of what they were hiding in the basement. They probably didn’t want to carry that reminder with them when they left.”

“But doesn't that make you more curious to check it out? My Mom’s co-worker’s second cousin’s boyfriend said she saw strange lights in the house last halloween. Maybe the Fenton kid is still there as a ghost!”

“Well, you and the girls can go deal with that. I will be home with fresh food, a warm blanket, and the new COD game.”

Wes tuned the rest of their conversation out. Instead writing down what he had hearn in his notebook. He didn’t know someone had died there. He assumed it was some business that lost all their money or something. But that would explain why every night as he looked out his window he swore he felt someone staring back.

That night as the rainstorm turned nightmarish, he pushed his chair to the window in his room overlooking the old Fenton Works. If someone lived there he could have seen right into their bedroom. What kind of person lived there? He thought. Were they cool? Did they also like video editing and video games? Or were they like Dash and took sick pleasure in shoving peoples heads into the mystery meat specials. Wes was sure he could still smell it.

BOOM! Lighting passed between the houses, staining everything a blinding white. He ducked his head and shielded his eyes, but in the bright light there was someone across the alleyway, with neon green eyes watching him. No, observing him. No, they looked like they were trying to say something.

“Who…” The question sat on the tip of his tongue as the eyes faded into the clap of thunder.

A week later, Wes stood outside the Fenton Works on a gray cloudy evening, Dash and Kwan standing beside him. The muted tones of the sky turned the world around them into shades of muted gray and blues, except the sign on the front door. The orange No Trespassing sign stood out like a neon flame.

“Are you sure they are coming?” Kwan said. He looked nervous.

“Yes! Paulina and Star just passed the Nasty Burger, they should be here soon,” Dash said. “Hey Kid.”

“It’s Wes.”

“Yeah, whatever, are you sure you saw something here?”

“Yes, it was as clear as day, there was someone watching me with these neon green flashlight eyes,” Wes began.

“Well you better be right. If we don’t see anything I’ll pummel your ass to timbuktu and back. Got it?”

“Got it,” Wes said. He had only mentioned it to them because he didn’t want to go alone.

“Hey guys!” Paulina yelled. Her and Star ran up to meet them with a bag of goodies.

“What do you got babe?” Kwan said.

“My Mom used to go ghost hunting all the time with friends back in New York, so she let me borrow some of her stuff. We have an EVP, flashlights, motion dictators, and this radio the ghost can speak through,” Star said.

“A ghost is going to talk to us through that little thing?” Dask asked.

“Well, kind of, the ghost will flip through the radio stations and use whatever words are being broadcasted to speak to us. According to my Mom it can be a bit buggy at times.”

“I think it’s pretty cool,” Wes said.

“Thanks dude! I think it's amazing. I didn’t know she had all this stuff,” Star said.

“And what did you bring Paulina?” Kwan asked.

“My Mom made me bring a cross, a bottle of holy water, and a knife, just in case. God, she is so annoying,” Paulina pulled out a nine inch hunting knife as she said this.

“Holy Shit! Paulina’s packing!”

“Don’t shout it Kwan! Do you want to get the cops called on us?” Paulina shoved the knife back into her low rise jeans.

“Sorry.”

“On that note let’s get in there, Wes you go first,” Dash said.

“Me? Why me?”

“Cuz’, you saw the ghost first, now go before it tries to rain on us.” Dash pushed Wes forward.

The inside of the Fenton works was worse than the outside. A pipe had burst some time ago and the carpet smelled of sour mold. There were some lights from the windows but the rest of the home was dark. Their shoes squished on the carpet, and the standing water threatened to fill their shoes. Through the groans of disgust and fake puking the teenager found their way to the staircase. The downstairs had nothing in it besides a broken stove and a fridge that had been locked shut. Dash and Kwan tried to pull on it but the lock hadn’t rusted through yet.

The upstairs was picked clean as well. The fading sunlight showed spots on the wallpaper where pictures once hung proudly on display, but now there were brightly colored spots along the fading wall. Dash kicked open a door that was stuck and yelled for the rest. This room had everything, a bed, computer, desk, faded space posters, and action figures along the wall.

“Woah! Do you think this is his room?” Paulina asked.

“Whose room?” Star said.

“The Fenton’s son, I think his name was Danny? According to the news he was messing around in his parents lab and suffered a fatal accident,” Kwan said.

“And his parents left everything behind?” Wes said. He noticed a large window that looked directly into the building next door.

“Maybe it was too hard. I hear some parents won’t touch anything that belonged to their kids after they pass,” Paulina brushed the dust off the computer monitor.

“That is… understandable, but they didn’t even take his clothes with them. Apparently the kid wore briefs,” Dash was rummaging through the drawers.

“That’s fucked up, Danny didn’t deserve this,” Kwan said.

“Did you know him?” Wes said.

“Yeah, we were in the third grade together. I wasn’t really friends with him, he was friends with Tucker, the nerd kid. But he was nice. I remember he did his whole show and tell about space and what it took to become an astronaut,” Kwan said. “We didn’t share a fourth grade teacher, but the school had an assembly when he died.”

“That’s rough buddy,” Dash patted his friend on the back.

“It’s okay. I didn’t really know him too well, but I felt bad for his sister. She was in sixth grade and during the assembly all she did was cry.”

“I would too. That’s a lot for a kid to go through,” Star said. “But maybe you can talk to Danny one more time with the radio.” The radio turned on with a loud static noise, with garbled speech mixed in as the dial moved back and forth. “DANNY IF YOU ARE HERE PLEASE LET US KNOW!”

“Do you have to yell?” Paulina said. Wes could only hear her because he was standing next to her.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY PAULINA?”

“NOTHING!”

“OKAY!”

“DANNY IF YOU ARE STILL HERE, MAKE THE RADIO SAY YES!” Star yelled.

The radio flickered between a few channels “...zzzz…Now…Yes sir!...Home…”

“KWAN DID YOU HEAR THAT! DANNY IS HERE!”

“STAR THE RADIO IS TOO LOUD!”” Kwan yelled

“WHAT!”

“OH MY FUCKING GOD STAR!” Kwan grabbed the radio and turned down the volume. “Does it have to be that loud?”

“Yes, we have to make sure the ghost can hear it.”

“Star the ghost is dead, not deaf,” Dash said. “Here Wes grab the radio and let’s do it again.”

“Why me?”

“Because you saw the ghost, maybe it left some ghost trace on you that will make the radio work better.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works but whatever,” Wes took the radio from Kwan. “Hey Danny, are you here?”

The radio flickered, “zzz…YES sir you are getting …. Yes … hello…zzz”

“Omg did you hear it! He said yes! Quick, someone ask him another question!” Star began to jump with joy.

“Danny, how old are you?” Paulina asked.

“zzz…Now for the low price of nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine…zzz”

“Danny, how did you die?” Dash asked.

“zzz… Supernatural … GHOST! … Home … Man … zzz”

“What does that mean?” Dash said.

“I don’t know. Danny, can you try again, we don’t understand?” Paulina said.

“Zzz… Ghostly ghouls .. you are now entering … ghost! … Twilight Zone …”

“Did you guys understand that? Paulina said.

“Nope.”

“No.”

“Something about ghosts?”

“Nah. Try something else, like where did he die?” Wes said.

“Danny, where did you die?” Paulina asked the box once more.

“Zzz… deep down below … Dad’s workshop … she opened the basement door … AHHH! ..zzz”

“It sounds like it was in the basement?’ Wes said.

“I don’t wanna walk through that carpet again, it’s so gross.” Star said.

“You don't have much of a choice Star,” Dash said.

“Here Babe, I’ll carry you,” Kwan scooped her sup in his arms.

“Awww! Thank you Babe!”

Paulina looked to Dash. “What?” Dash said.

“Nothing,” Paulina rolled her eyes.

The basement smelled of rot and decay, and like Danny’s room it was filled with stuff. Parts of the room had a strange green glow to it. It wasn't bright enough to illuminate anything, but when Wes moved his flashlight he could see it was emitting some light.

“Okay Danny, what happened here?” Wes asked.

“Zzz.. Zone … just turn it on and … bright lights of the city … hole deep below…zzz”

“Did you turn one of your parents' experiments on?” Star asked, her arms wrapped around Kwan’s neck.

“Zzz.. yes.. Pain.. lights … AHHH!...zzz”

“Omg! Kwan did you hear that?”

“Yeah, poor Danny.”

“Danny, why haven’t you left yet?” Wes asked the box.

“Zzz … Mommy … Daddy … Jazz ha- … alone … zzz”

“Oh Danny,” Paulina sounded like she was about to start crying soon.

“Danny, your parents left. Why don’t you follow them?” Wes asked.

“Wes! You can’t just ask a ghost that?” Star said.

“Why not?”

“Ghosts are stuck where they die, Danny can’t leave.”

The radio box sprung to life once again, “zzz… no! … he’s stuck in quicksand … Mommy! …zzz”

“Well can we do anything?” Wes asked Star.

“We can help him pass on, usually you just have to find out what killed them or tell a relative some dark secret or something. My Mom was telling me that ghosts only stay behind when they have unfinished business.”

“Okay kid, what do you want?” Dash asked.

“Zzz… Mommy and Daddy … Jazz hands … Okay! Okay! Okay! … Love you! … zzz”

“Uhhh kid, we don't know where your parents are, can we do something else?” Dash said.

“Dash! Don’t be so mean,” Paulina shouted.

“What, it’s the truth, nobody knows where the Fentons moved to. Plus I heard that the Dad was thrown in prison for child endangerment anyways. We can’t bust him out of prison,”

The radio box flew out of Wes’s hands, the volume rising as the box did.

“zzz… Mommy! DADDY! MOMMY! DADDY! … zzz” Junk started flying around them, slamming against the walls and trying to slam against them.

“Oh shit! Run!” Dash shoved Wes out of the way and b-lined it to the door. Paulina grabbed Wes and they followed Kwan up the stairs. The floor rocking as they ran through the water and mold. Wes slammed the door shut behind them and kept running with the others into the night. He looked behind once to see a pair of eyes watching them.

#Full dead AU #dead child #Dead Danny #child Danny #Danny Phantom #Phic Phight 2022 #Fanfiction #fanfic #writing #Wes Weston #A listers #Dash Baxter #Kwan #Paulina #Star

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morganofthewildfire · 2 years

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Gray Eyes

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1923

“Go,” she hissed to Rowan, but he shook his head. Celaena was beginning to panic. “You can’t be in here.”

Rowan looked around hurriedly, just as the lock clicked. Her heart was pounding as he darted into her closet, the door clicking shut behind him softly just as the door to her bedroom opened.

In a split second, Celaena was back in bed, sitting up like she’d just woken to the sound of the door. She knew who it was before they even appeared.

“Arobynn?” She asked, rubbing her eyes and pretending like she was still groggy from sleep. Never mind the fact that he’d beaten her to nearly a pulp only that morning; she still had to be somewhat responsive, otherwise he’d get suspicious.

And she couldn’t have him suspicious, not with Rowan hiding in the closet right by her.

She stiffened as Arobynn stepped into her room, shutting the door behind him. The only thing that settled her was the proximity of someone who’d just told her openly minutes before that he wouldn’t hesitate to kill Arobynn should he try to lay a single hand on her.

Her best friend, apparently.

“Celaena darling,” he said, sidling over casually toward her bed.

“It’s the middle of the night,” she said, eyeing him carefully. Especially as he perched on the edge of her bed, far too close to her. She could practically see Rowan bristling from inside the closet. But fortunately he didn’t come out.

She could deal with this herself. After all, she had for over a decade. Even if the unwelcome advances had only escalated as time went on, culminating in -

“I couldn’t sleep,” Arobynn said, clearly a lie. “I’m not happy with how our conversation ended earlier. Especially after all of your time gone. I felt like I didn’t act in a proper manner.” Bullshit. It was all bullshit. “I haven’t even gotten a chance to tell you how sorry I am about poor Samuel’s fate.”

Celaena’s blood went cold.

And she couldn’t force out any words, just staying there, silent, until Arobynn continued talking.

“And I didn’t get the chance to tell you that my men took care of Farran,” he said, “he’s out of the picture.”

Shock raced through her, but she didn’t let it show on her face, not wanting to give him that satisfaction.

“Why did you wait to tell me?” She managed to croak out, and he tilted his head, looking at her a bit pityingly. At least painting that emotion on his face; Celaena wasn’t sure he felt anything at all, at least not for anyone other than himself.

Especially when all he did was shrug with all of the grace of someone who didn’t give a fuck what anyone else thought.

“It simply wasn’t the right time,” Arobynn said, and she blinked.

“And now is?” Her words were tight. She couldn’t help it, too many emotions were going through her for her to be able to easily comprehend them.

Rourke Farran was a man who had likely the most evil and vile reputation in the entire underground of Rifthold. He owned a pleasure hall called the Vaults in the seediest part of downtown, and had a hand tangled in practically every shady dealing he could reach.

Celaena was absolutely disgusted by him.

So when she and Sam were hired to kill him, it was an easy decision. One last job, then they’d have the money to leave.

But it hadn’t gone as planned.

Celaena had met Samuel Cortland years ago. He’d grown up under Arobynn’s “tutelage” just as much as she had, though he was never his favorite. In fact, he’d resented the special treatment she’d received, and they’d been at odds for years. Sam hadn’t had a skillset as wide as hers either, which was why Celaena was Arobynn’s favorite little pet.

She killed for him, she spied for him, she… did whatever needed to be done. Which sometimes included using the body the gods had given her and she’d worked hard to keep to make people a little looser, a little more eager to spill to her. It was her least favorite part, especially when it escalated to the point where she was treated no better than one of the girls whose poor fate had left them abandoned in a brothel.

It didn’t happen often, but it was never any less debasing. But she couldn’t say no because then she’d get punished by Arobynn.

That had been her life - selling herself and her skills and hating Samuel Cortland. Until an incident that had changed something between them until they were allies, and then friends, and then more.

It never would’ve lasted, she knew that. It was a product of their situation, and the moment they were able to escape, she was sure they would’ve gone their separate ways soon enough. But that in no way meant she wasn’t horrifyingly distraught by his death.

One last job.

That’s what it was supposed to be.

But it’d failed, and even though they tried to cut their losses and just run to the train station and get the hell away regardless, they’d been caught. And… Sam had been tortured and killed in the most brutal way possible.

And as for Celaena - she’d been forced to sit there and listen as he died, and after he was gone had had her autonomy taken from her in the most grueling way possible. It was different than all the times before, because at least then, even if she didn’t like to, it was still her choice.

That time it was decidedly not.

After her attacker was done, which could be assumed to be Farran himself, she’d been dumped at Arobynn’s front door like a sack of potatoes. And the first chance she’d gotten - she’d run.

“Would you rather me have waited until tomorrow?” Arobynn asked, disrupting her thoughts, and she clenched her jaw. Evasions, diversions, twisting her own words around until she was left wondering what she’d even said. That was his game.

She was fucking tired of it.

“Anyways,” he continued, “after what happened with poor Sam, and with what happened to you, it would just be an insult to let him keep living.”

With what happened to her.

She hated how clinical that sounded. How avoidant. He wouldn’t even say it out loud. It was despicable, it was cowardly, especially when Celaena could still feel every touch on her skin.

From the outside, she’d escaped unscathed, which most people would say she was lucky for, that she should praise the gods for letting her be okay. But just because she held no external wounds, didn’t mean she wasn’t scarred.

“So he’s dead?” She asked, her voice flat. Arobynn nodded.

“He is,” he answered, “put in the ground where he belongs.” And where you belonged too, she thought, barely stopping herself from saying it out loud.

She was too vulnerable here; she couldn’t be throwing things out there like that without a plan. Especially with Rowan still hidden in the closet, two inches of thick wood separating him from certain death. No matter what Rowan said, he was in the house of an enemy. Arobynn had dozens of people he could call to restrain him, Rowan just had himself.

And even though they’d collaborated to find Celaena, Maeve and Arobynn were still at odds. Finding Rowan not only in his house, but in his prized possession’s bedroom… it wouldn’t end well for him.

“Another thing as well,” Arobynn said, and Celaena just stared at him. “I hope we can put everything behind us, and move on. You have so much potential, Celaena, I’d hate for you to waste it.” His voice was suffocatingly sugary. “We can do so much together.” He stood up from her bed, heading toward her door. “Think on that, okay?”

But Celaena already had her answer. No, they couldn’t put everything behind them. Not after what had happened to her. Because everyone assumed it was Farran behind it all, but that was what he wanted her to think. Wanted everyone to think.

But she knew better.

Because in that split second her blindfold had slipped… it’d been gray eyes she’d seen.

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Kardeşlerim Ep 93

The police arrested Omer, Sarp and Oglucan. Seval saw the police outside the club and thought they arrested Akif but then saw Sarp with the police. Sarp told her that the police think they are the ones who own the casino downstairs. Seval told the police that they should be taking Akif with them, the boys were only working as servers. Seval told Akif that she knows he is involved. Akif was also taken to the police station but he wasn’t arrested.

Berk went to Aybike’s house. He made a chocolate cake for her.

Aybike was surprised to see him.

Berk told her that he needs five minutes to talk with her. Aybike let him in since the rest of her family weren’t home. Aybike put Umutcan to sleep and came back to talk with Berk.

Aybike:”I am listening, you have 5 minutes”

Berk:”Look Aybike, I love you so much, okay? I want to hear your answer: What would’ve you done, if it was you? If it was within your power and me and my family were having a hard time and you knew we had a newborn in our house, and I would never borrow money from you under any circumstances, wouldn’t you’ve done the same thing? ”

Aybike:”I would’ve”

Berk:”Yeah see? So, did you forgive me?”

Aybike:”I forgive you”

You can see Berk let out a small sigh of relief 🥺

Aybike:”But I don’t want you to do something like this ever again, Berk. Please don’t! Don’t do this! Okay, I would’ve done the same thing but I can’t help it, I get angry with you and it doesn’t go away. It looks to me like you’re pitying me and my family, do you understand? It upsets me and I don’t like it, so please don’t!”

Berk:”Okay, Okay, never again”

Aybike:”Did you make a chocolate cake?”

Berk:”I made a chocolate cake because you love it and I added hazelnuts too”

Aybike:”You added hazelnuts?”

Berk:”Yes”

Aybike:”Because I like them?”

Berk:”Exactly! Try it.”

Aybike said that the cake was delicious. I am not sure if she was lying or telling the truth here. Aybike told Berk to go because her parents will come back home soon. Berk said that he will stray for a bit and then go. But then Sengul and Orhan came. Thank god Sengul didn’t have the keys with her otherwise she would’ve killed Berk. Sengul kept knocking on the door and found it weird that Aybike didn’t open the door after the first couple of knocks. Meanwhile inside the house Aybike and Berk were panicking. Aybike told Berk to hide in her room so he took his shoes and went into her room. He checked if he could hide under the bed and then he was about to go out through the window 😂😂 but Aybike told him that her dad put bars on her window.

Aybike:”Get inside here, now, come on”

Berk:”Seriously, Aybike?”

Aybike:”Yes seriously. Do we have any other choice?”

Then Berk got inside the closet and Aybike went to open the door for her parents. She told them she fell asleep with earphones on. Sengul saw the cake on the table so Aybike said that she made it. Sengul ate some and said that it tasted horrible 😂 Aybike turned to her dad and asked him if he also didn’t like it but he said it’s good. Aybike said that she’s going back to sleep and Orhan told her that she usually doesn’t sleep at this hour so she said that she’s going to stay with them for a while but then Berk’s phone rang and Sengul asked Aybike:”what was that?” Aybike said that it was her phone ringing. Sengul told her that it didn’t sound like her ringtone and Aybike said that she changed it. She said that she’s going to check who’s calling her and then she’s going to sleep. Meanwhile Berk in Aybike’s closet:

Berk:”Why can’t you understand, mom? I am telling you I am playing with Doruk, come on, hang up. We’ra playing hide and seek! Yes, hide and seek! We felt like it and we did something crazy! I am hanging up mom! Bye”

Okay but DorBer would definitely play hide and seek because when they are together they sometimes do dumb stuff 😂

Aybike:”What does it mean to forget to switch your phone to silent mode?”

Berk:”What can I do, Aybike? I answered so she wouldn’t call a thousand times”

Aybike:”Okay let’s say you forgot to put it on silent mode, and let’s say you answered, what do you mean you’re playing hide and seek, Berk? How old are you?”

Berk:”I know it was nonsense but It was because I was excited”

Aybike said that she has to find a way to get him out of the house.

Oglucan called Sengul and told them that he got arrested. Sengul and Orhan left the house in a hurry and Aybike stayed.

Berk:”What happened? Did they notice something? Why was Aunt Sengul screaming?”

Aybike:”She noticed. She ate a piece of the cake you made and said of course my daughter wouldn’t make a tasteless cake like this. She thought about who could’ve made a cake like that and said “it must be Berk! Where is he? I am going to pull his hair out when I find him ”

Berk *terrified*:”What are you saying Aybike? Are you serious?”

Aybike told him that she was joking. She told him that Oglucan was arrested for illegal gambling. Berk said that he should leave before her parents come back.

I JUST LOVE CHAOTIC AYBER 😂😂

Sarp, Omer and Oglucan were put in a cell. A guy was already there sleeping. Oglucan woke him up and asked him why he was there and the guy responded:”a guy pissed me off so I stabbed him” so Oglucan went and sat between Sarp and Omer and told them not to look at him.

These three together are so funny 😂 The police officer allowed Seval to see Sarp. Seval told Sarp that she was sorry because she was the one who called the police on them. Sarp got mad. He asked her if she called his dad, she said she did but he is not answering her calls. She talked to the police officer and I think he let Sarp call his dad. Ahmet came to the police station later and was able to get them out of there.

The next day, Sarp was sitting in the cafeteria and Omer got him a cup of coffee. Omer told Sarp that he is his big brother (Abi) since he is two months older. Omer does this with Asiye too even though she’s a couple of days younger than him. He just wants to be everyone’s big brother 😂 Yasmin saw them talking and she didn’t like that Sarp and Omer are closer now.

Sarp:”You used to like Omer, you used to say that he was a good person. What happened? What has changed now? All of this is because of Doruk, right? Because Asiye and Doruk won’t break up. But this has nothing to do with Omer. These are two different issues”

Yasmin said that as long as Omer protects Asiye and treats her like she’s his real sister she will hate him. Tolga and Elif were working on their homework at the cafeteria and heard everything. Elif had that look that Berk in S1 had when he heard some good gossip 😂

Tolga told her not to meddle in this and Elif was like “yeah sure” but ofc she was going to use this against Yasmin.

Ayla and Elif ate dinner together in this episode and it was such a cute scene 🥺 In the beginning, Ayla took Elif in out of guilt but now I feel like Ayla is slowly getting attached to her, because she wanted to take her when they took baby Berk but Resul was against it.

Sarp and Yasmin had dinner with Seval. They told her that their dad is getting married to Suzan soon and she completely lost it and punched the mirror in the restaurant’s bathroom. She asked Sarp to get her accessories box from their house, she said she forgot it there. There was a gun inside the box and it belonged to Ahmet. It was a gift from someone he did business with in Dubai but Sarp doesn’t know that and he gave her the box.

The next day at school, Elif heard that Doruk and Asiye fought and she saw that he was sitting alone in the cafeteria. So, she told Yasmin to go to him. She told her that he fought with Asiye and now is the perfect time for her to confess. Yasmin believed her and went and wrote a love letter to Doruk. She put it in his book but Doruk gave it to Omer and Omer found the letter. He saw Yasmin’s name. Aybike said that it’s probably a love letter. Berk came in and was like”wait, did Yasmin write a love letter to someone ” S1 Berk popped out here because he heard some juicy gossip 😂 Then Elif said that it was for Doruk and Berk said:”Yasmin, are you really in love with Doruk?”

Yasmin ended up saying that she wrote the letter for Tolga.

Tolga:”I also feel something toward you, I like you Yasmine”

Me:

UM EXCUSE ME??? What is going on??? I can’t tell if he is serious or if he is trying to make fun of her! I remember that an anon said before that they might pair Yasmin and Tolga but this was so random tbh, I didn’t notice any “ship vibes” between these two.

When Ahmet saw that the gun was missing, he called Sarp and asked him if he was the one who took the box and Sarp said that it was Seval’s accessory box. Ahmet told him that there is a handmade gun in that box that he got from his business partner in Dubai. Sarp hung up and called his mom multiple times but she didn’t answer. Omer found him and asked him what was wrong and Sarp told him that his mom has a gun and she might try to kill herself. Sarp remembered that they have this app that allows them to see the location of the rest of their family members and he found his mom’s location. Seval asked Suzan to meet with her. she was planning on shooting her. Omer and Sarp got there and saw Seval aiming the gun at Suzan and then we heard a gunshot.

I don’t know if she really shot Suzan or if she shot and missed but I don’t think Suzan was badly hurt because she looks fine in the teaser. I think the accident scene will be the last scene in the episode and S4 will most likely start with a time jump and hopefully everyone is in uni. I know that Seval is leaving and also maybe Yasmin but there is someone else leaving and I hope it’s not Sarp. It has to be someone in that car and since it can’t be AsDor or Susom, means that it will be either Suzan, Ahmet or Sarp.

#kardeşlerim #kardeslerim #ayber #recap

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countrymusiclover · 1 year

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31 - We’re So Done For

Part 32

Country Rancher

Tags @whateverthecostner @rosie-posie08 @kaycejdutton @kayceduttonn @kcloveswrestling @the-morning-star-falls @kaymudd @hcwthewestwaswcn @hcllfireandhclywater

“Bree, look at me. Please tell me what the hell he is talking about?” My daughter finally met my gaze, muttering the words I never expected to hear from her mouth, causing me to see my own life flash before my eyes. “I’m…pregnant.”

“Dad is going to kill me, mom!” Bree blurted out pacing back and forth in the barn.

Carter ran his fingers through his hair, his chest heaving up and down in a panic attack alongside her. “What am I gonna do? I’ll be kicked off the ranch for sure.”

I remained frozen in place, not sure what to say to her. She wasn’t even in high school yet and she was pregnant. When I found out I was pregnant with her I at least was completely out of school. Granted I didn’t go to college because we moved to Montana. Rip and Beth were gone so Carter would be facing the full wrath of my husband. “Mom, what are we going to do. Please don’t let dad hurt him.” My daughter begged, grabbing my hands in hers.

Shaking my head I was finally pulled back to reality knowing I needed to say something to the teenagers. Because they were terrified out of their boots. “Okay you two listen this is what we are going to do. You two don’t say a word to anyone about this. We’ll find the right time to tell him, I promise that. Now go get ready for bed.”

Bree nodded, wiping away some tears exiting the barn. Glancing back over my shoulder Carter just blankly stared at me. “Mrs. Dutton, I just need to say again how sorry I am. We just got carried away but I will leave this place if that is what you want-“

“Carter stop.” Holding up my hands I cut him off not thinking anything like that. “That isn’t even close to what I want you to do. In my experience if you run when she needs you the most it won’t end well. So I beg you not to run. I’ll handle her father, you don’t need to worry about it.” Turning on my heels I tipped my hat to him heading back to the main house. The wooden floor creaked underneath my boots as I tossed them at the edge of the bed.

Footsteps approached behind me where I felt familiar arms wrapped around my waist. “Hey baby, everything okay?” Kayce asked, nuzzling his nose into my hair until I turned around in his embrace.

“Yeah I uh…just got to thinking we should go to the East Camp for awhile. You know, move our stuff up there. It would be good for the kids to maybe have their own rooms to themselves. Instead of having to bunk with each other.” I explained biting my lip. I hid the lie in the back of my mind.

He nodded while I draped my arms over his shoulders, leaning up and kissing him before he spoke softly. “What brought this on Y/n. We just took them to the fair today. Has something happened?”

“No, no, everything is fine.” I shook my head, needing to play it cool otherwise he would figure it out. “Can we just please go check out the cabin this weekend?”

Kayce nodded tugging me down to climb into the bed. Snuggling into his chest I lay my head down. He wrapped his arms around my waist whispering in my hair with my mind flashing back to the night we had a fight.

“Kayce, please don’t do this. I need you right now.” I begged him standing in the driveway of the Dutton ranch. I was only a few weeks pregnant and he just told me that he had gotten a girl from his high school pregnant too.

The young cowboy slumped his shoulders in frustration. “Y/n, I’m going into the Navy to make money. Since I can’t go to college now-“

“But you’re doing it to help her aren’t you!” I raised my voice, throwing my hands out from my sides. I hadn’t told my parents or even John yet. “You’re choosing her over me. You lied to me when you said that it was only you and me!”

Kayce started to say something but he saw me start crying a lot. He softly wrapped his arms around me, hugging me into his chest. I clutched the fabric of his jacket crying into his shirt until I remembered what he was about to do. “I can’t do this, Kayc. You’ve made your choice…now I’m making mine.”

“Y/n, just wait.” He called my name watching me run inside the main house slamming the door in his face. Sobbing on the floor behind the door I secretly glanced over the window seal seeing him staring at me for a second. That was the last time we saw each other for eleven years.

Opening the door to the wooden cabin I smiled seeing the twins running between my legs heading all through the house. Kayce sat down some of the boxes on the kitchen table. Closing the door behind me my gaze shifted to Bree who was texting on her phone most likely Carter. “Hey Bree, let’s go pick out your room yeah.”

“So did you tell dad yet?” She followed me down one of the hallways before we both headed inside one of the rooms with the window having a view of the wood line.

Resting my hands on her shoulders I knew she was stressing over this. “I haven’t told him anything. You don’t have to worry. He won’t find out I guarantee that-“

“Y/n. Why did I find a pregnancy test in one of the bags?” Kayce called out to us, making me and Bree both turn white. Cracking the door opened we both tilted our head into the hallway seeing him holding the test Bree had taken before we left showing me it was true. “Darling, are you pregnant again?”

Bree turned to look at me like a ghost knowing we were in deep trouble. “We’re in trouble now.”

- A little short for an update but the next one will hopefully be more exciting ❤️ Comments really appreciated

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hey-michael-young-history · 1 year

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Sexy Lawyer AU Part 2

🥳🥳

No longer banned. Got delicious fic for birthday. Got beautiful art that was denied to me for two days. I need an outlet for all of these good feelings. I’m not done but here’s more of that subscorp AU

Kuai Liang couldn’t remember the last time he slept in a bed.

It felt better than sleeping on the couch. He now understood why Bi-Han was determined to find a place where he could have his own room. Kuai Liang pushed himself off of the bed. He wasn’t at home. He checked his clothing but couldn’t find his phone.

Oh no.

He was in a hotel room. The hotel room of a man he had met only the night before, although that man was nowhere to be found. The sun was up. He had stayed in this room with that man he did not know.

Did anyone see him? Someone had to have seen him. And Bi-Han would find out. But he hadn’t done anything with him. Not really. They kissed, but he wasn’t sure how long. He got tired. The bed was just so comfortable and he was so tired. Hanzo had stopped when Kuai Liang yawned for the third time and insisted that they go to sleep. He decided to sleep on the couch and Kuai Liang could take the bed.

Remembering the previous night had brought a smile to Kuai Liang’s face but the reality of the day ahead had snatched it back. Today was not going to be good. He would be late to class. He wasn’t going to be able to make breakfast for Bi-Han. He had to find some way home.

He had to find his phone.

He pulled the sheets off the bed. Then the mattress from the frame. Not there. He searched on the couch and took it apart, carefully examining the small spaces.

The door opened and he turned immediately. Hanzo.

He looked at the sofa and the bed. “Did you lose something?”

“My phone.”

Hanzo reached into his pocket and took out the phone. “It was dying. I wanted to get a charger but it’s a bit… old. So I needed to show the charging port. I charged it for you. Would you like breakfast?”

Kuai Liang turned on the phone and his heart thumped in his ears when he saw that he had missed a call. And a simple text.

Where are you?

Naturally, Kuai Liang hadn’t answered and Bi-Han hadn’t called or texted again. He had never failed to answer. And now…

He closed his phone. “I need to get home.”

“Of course. Where do you live? We can get something for you on the way.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Your stomach says otherwise. It was growling all night.”

He’d just have to find some food at home. It was Friday, the day Bi-Han usually gave him more money. But he probably wasn’t home…

“I can’t. I used all of my food money.” Talking to Hanzo was too easy. No one was supposed to know that. He hadn’t meant to say that, he hadn’t even told Bi-Han yet. On Tuesday, he had fallen asleep in the library and missed some of his classes. When Bi-Han picked him up, he realized that he had left his backpack. He had to buy a new calculator and replace his notebooks.

His finals were coming up and all of his notes were gone. There was no way he could pass without those notes. Kuai Liang’s stomach tightened. Bi-Han was definitely unhappy about him not answering the phone. Now he had to ask for money and explain why he was going to fail his finals. And Bi-Han would want to know what he had done, where he had been.

“Kuai Liang.” Hanzo was in front of him and turning his face. “Have I done something to upset you?”

“No.” Hanzo didn’t owe him anything and most likely, he would never see him again. Kuai Liang didn’t even know where Bi-Han would be working. “I just can’t afford to buy any food.”

“Don’t worry about that.”

“I have no money for gas…”

Hanzo placed a hand on his shoulder. “I am not asking you for anything but to eat and tell me where you’d like me to take you.”

Hanzo was offering to feed him. And give him a ride. Those were two problems that he didn’t have to worry about. Relief rushed over him and before he could stop himself, he dove into Hanzo’s arms.

“Thank you, Hanzo. Thank you, thank you.”

Hanzo was patting his back now and Kuai Liang kissed him. It felt so natural.

“Would you like for me to drop you off at school?” Hanzo asked.

He meant to apologize for clinging but instead, he heard himself saying, “I can’t go to school today. I need to try to study. All of my notes are gone.”

“What happened to your notes?”

Kuai Liang explained as they checked out and got into Hanzo’s car. He didn’t say anything and when Kuai Liang finished telling him, he simply stared ahead. Even if Hanzo didn’t say anything, it felt so good to confess everything, to share the knowledge with someone else, even if he didn’t care.

“Perhaps someone in the library found it. Why don’t we go ask?”

Kuai Liang stared at him. It was no one’s fault but his own. He never bothered the librarians. He came in to study. That was all.

“We should ask,” Hanzo pressed. “Even if it simply rules out one place it could be.”

“What if they are angry?”

“They will not be angry,” Hanzo assured him.

They drove into the city and when they arrived at the campus library, Kuai Liang was staring out the window, still trying to accept the idea that he was going to bother someone for his mistakes.

“Come,” Hanzo said, exiting the car.

Kuai Liang folded his arms and turned away when Hanzo came around to his side.

“They will not be angry. And even if they are, you did nothing wrong,” he said, offering his hand.

Even if they are? He sank into his seat. If there was a chance that someone would be angry or think less of him, no matter how small, then they would. And now, either the librarians would be angry at him for bothering them or Hanzo would think less of him for not wanting to withstand their anger.

“No. I accept the consequences of my negligence.” He wouldn’t see Hanzo again after today. But he’d have to face the librarians or lose his sanctuary on campus. Imagining Hanzo’s disappointment constricted his chest, but he needed something in his life to remain stable. Once he returned home, Bi-Han might be disappointed as well. Or worse.

“Then I will retrieve your bag. I will return shortly.”

He closed the door and looked at Kuai Liang, fully aware of the annoyance he must have been showing. God, he looked terrified. What was he so afraid of? Hanzo’s eyes landed on the scar again and he couldn’t help but soften his expression.

He stood and straightened his clothes before walking to the campus library. Fortunately , this was an open campus, so he could walk right up. Of course, there was still security, so it helped that he still looked reasonably decent. He had the foresight to remove his clothes before he slept, unlike Kuai Liang, who pretty much fell asleep the instant he closed his eyes. His clothes were wrinkled but the man himself had looked so at peace in his sleep that Hanzo couldn’t help but admire.

He didn’t get much sleep and wasn’t pleased when he was awakened by Kuai Liang’s phone chirping.

Where are you?

A simple text that annoyed him. Greatly. Kuai Liang was not that much younger than his brother. Why was he being checked up on, held on such a short leash? He wondered… his brother, Bi-Han. He couldn’t be responsible for the scar, could he? Kuai Liang spoke of him so reverently. And they hadn’t been living together for very long. The scar was faded enough that he couldn’t have been the one.

The chirping began again and Hanzo turned his attention back to the phone. Now he was calling. Fantastic.

Hanzo turned the volume down to silent. Kuai Liang didn’t need to be kept under surveillance.

I don’t even know this man.

That was true, but this deep need to defend him was hard to argue with. What kind of brother could Bi-Han be if he was only calling now, the day after the party? His sheltered brother hadn’t returned home and he only thought to call and try to locate him the day after. Hanzo admitted that he let his annoyance and irritation get the best of him. He responded to Bi-Han’s text. Where you left me. Be home sometime today.

He regretted it as soon as he sent it. It would stop his brother from harassing him, certainly. And it was the first step in Kuai Liang standing up for himself. But he didn’t want Kuai Liang seeing it before they had a chance to speak.

So Hanzo deleted it and marked Bi-Han’s text as unread.

This wasn’t deception. Kuai Liang needed peace. If he saw that his brother had stopped texting, he’d be able to relax.

“Can I help you, sir?”

Hanzo looked down at the desk he was in front of. A young woman with a bright smile was watching him eagerly. Student, definitely. Work study assignment, from the notes and textbooks splayed out on the desk behind her.

“Yes. A friend of mine misplaced his bag the other day.”

January 11th, 2022 10:38pm

#mortal kombat #subscorp #ace attorney bi han #ace attorney hanzo hasashi #kuai liang #more DRAMA #Hanzo canonically getting mad and making stupid decisions

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aspl1tl1fe · 11 months

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Creating a Festival

When I was setting up for Conquer’s Isla Paradiso vacation, I created a community lot using @aroundthesims‘ Ruins objects. Originally I thought the lot would make a great secret party site. Later on, having still not used the lot (forgot it existed, had to search for it the day of the festival, lol), I shifted it’s purpose as the site for a Spring Break bash, giving my household something special to do when Glamour came to stay. Conquer was also learning to DJ and eventually got the moonlight want, so I figured the festival could serve as his debut.

After playing in live for two years (IT’S BEEN TWO YEARS) I realized there were very few venues where the Central island sims socialized with the Little Sister folks. When it came time to get ready for the festival, I wanted to rectify this to some degree and prepared myself to be very hands on in order to really make the celebration Isla Paradiso wide.

If you’re thinking, this can’t get more complicated, ‘TIME TO MEET MY BRAIN:

My Brain: If Isla Paradiso has a festival every year there has to be a reason for it.

Me (because we’re separate): I mean it’s a tourist hub, so any excuse to get people to spend money.

MB: What attracts spenders more than a cultural festival?

M: Okay.

MB: Something where people can wear skimpy costumes and parade around town merrily. You do have all those cc masks, headdresses and a bunch of costume make up.

M: That’s a good point. I’ve never used half of that stuff, plus I’ve still got a bunch of beachwear downloaded just for this save and that’ll probably never get used otherwise.

MB: Excellent! You’re in?

M: I am!

MB: Why are they parading in the outfits, though?

M: What?

MB: Why? If it’s cultural there has to be a reason. You know, the history.

M: I mean it could have been established so long ago no one remembers why --

MB: But you have to remember... because that will help determine what their costumes look like.

M: Oooooh.

MB: And since you decided to be realistic and divide your island based on skin tone there’s going to at least be two different colored costumes.

M: Makes sen--

MB: Possibly multiple colors for different roles in the same faction...

M: Fa-factions?

MB: ...and two distinct styles of costumes to mark the separate factions. Maybe some costume variations depending on the household...

M: Oh, I --

MB: ...styles based on the colonizer group and the colonized group.

M: Umm --

MB: Because divided people will have divided cultures. Divided cultures mean divided histories...

M: WHERE ARE YOU GOING WITH THIS!

MB: ...or different versions of the same history.

M: ???

MB: You know? For the event.

MB: The event being celebrated during YOUR festival.

M: What have I done?

MB: What have you done?

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So basically I ran that little sims wikia snippet about Isla Paradiso’s royal descendants through my head overlord and out came a complicated story of the Ichtaca family massacring people to colonize their paradise. This initially took place while I was flicking through clothes in create a sim, and was fleshed out a bit further over time. Eventually, I decided there would be three tales of the final battle that lead to the current Isla Paradiso, and serves as the event the festival is held to honor:

The “official story” i.e. the one taught in the history books that inspires the lighter wealthier population’s celebration.

The “real story,” or the survival tale descendants of the archipelago’s original, darker and poorer, residents, pass down and celebrate.

Then the truth, which none of the sims in the game actually knows at this point.

The costumes worn by the residents were based on their respective myths. Only one group’s costumes got captured during live mode, and only a little of their history will be shared in A Farming Town: Tropical Vacation since this is told mostly through Conquer and he’s an outsider.

Next up, the first festival CAS post.

#TS3 #simsbutnotsims #ts3 thoughts #@aroundthesims #aroundthesims #gif warning #FarmTown #TropicalVacation

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My RL Sims-Story (18+)

CW: drugs & addiction

Two weeks later, after I was back home, I met Sofia. Sof was in rehab for 2 months but unfortunately she relapsed a few weeks ago. As for me? I gave in to my addiction and lost myself more and more in it. I even stopped my therapy in the addiction clink and switched to Daniel’s doctor. There I get my pills prescribed for a whole month.

This doc didn’t change my pills, he just increased my dose by 2mg! He was exactly the same opinion as my doctor in the addiction clinic. That the drug I got, was just right for me! This doctor only took me into his drug replacement therapy, because of Daniel! He has known him for 3 years. He knew, D. was stable and lived a regular life, so he wanted to help us both! And so that I get my pills on prescription for a whole month, there was a requirement from the doctor for us.

He wanted us to get psychological help together!! Actually, this is a common procedure when you’re doing a drug replacement therapy, that you also get psychological help. I also had this in the addiction clink. (Of course my health insurance paid for it, otherwise I would never have done this.) But WHY his doc asked us to do it together, I explain another time. ...And just few hours ago D. & I had a big fight! And somehow Sofia was responsible for all this! She told me, Daniel stole from me and hid my drugs to have more for himself.

At that moment I wasn’t well! This damn drug procurement was an isusse for us, because Daniel hid drugs for those people 7 months ago, just like David did, Ana’s ex-bf, that vampire guy. Well and now of course he had to avoid those people! That’s why Sofia introduced me to her dealer, “Mike”! This guy, Mike, met Sofia and me that night. Daniel didn’t know about it! I just took off with Sof when he took a shower at home. 🤦‍♀️.... That guy Mike, ugh! I was a bit annoyed by his secret attitude! But very soon I will find out for myself, how important it is to be careful!!!!

Me (to Sof): Huh??? 😦 What does this guy want from me? 🤷‍♀️ I don’t understand his fucking hand signals! 😩 😠

Sofia (to me): He wants you to follow him!....Go on, A.! Just follow him! He wants you to go over to him, alone!

Me: I swear Sofia, slowly my patience ends! I'm hurting here, my body is going crazy! ... I mean, this can't be too hard to do, to sell me some fucking smack! 😠....Fuck it! I’m going over to him!

Me ( to that guy): Hey! I’m A.! But Sofia told you everything on the phone, so?.. Here, as agreed! 30 €

Mike: Slow, slow! First of all, when you call me in the future, never mention your real name! For you, I am Mike! And you are....hm? 🤔 Let’s say....Jenny! Ok? So if you call me and say you’re Jenn, I know! I know what you want from me and how much you want, because I don’t run around with this shit in large quantities, you know? You just ask me on the phone where & when we can see each othert! That’s it! No more! And I don’t want to have long discussions with you! I mean about the payment! 30 € for one ball! I only accept cash! So don’t try to get close to me or hit on me like your....great friend Sofia has tried. You clear on everything I told you?

Me: Yea! I’ ain’t stupid, man! 😒

Mike: I didn’t claim that either! I’m just being careful!

Me: It’s okay! Here your money!

Mike: Thanks! And now we’re gonna hug each other, and I’m gonna give it to you discreetly in your right hand, like we’re gonna say goodbye.

Me: Okay? 🤨 Sooo, hug me!

Mike: I do it fast and keep it short, so no need to be nervous. Come here!.....That’s it! 🤷‍♂️

Sofia: Well guys! You done? Just wanted to check if everything is ok.

Mike: You got a lot of nerve coming here! But since you’re already there....When will I get my money from you? 🤨

Sofia: He-he! 😬 ...Next month you’ll get your money! I mean, you know me! I always pay my outstanding debts, just.... the last few months, I have not been here as you have probably noticed.

Mike: Yea, I noticed you were gone and that I came today is just because I thought, I was getting my money back from you! 😒

Sofia: I brought you a new, reliable customer! And as I said, you’ll get your fucking cash!

Me: So.... yeah! Was nice with you! I fuck off!

Sofia: A.! Wait!

I just wanted to go home and call Daniel. I wanted to apologize for my cowardly escape and of course, because I accused him of stealing from me. 😟 I called him! He was pissed and disappointed. He said that we have to clarify this matter! And if we can’t..... that’s it for us. 😢 🤦‍♀️

Sofia ran after me! She was totally surprised why I was so pissed, after all I got what I wanted.

Me: It was YOU! 😧 Right?....It wasn’t Daniel, you took my drugs!

Sofia: What? I didn’t steal your damn drugs! And since you weren’t either, it can only be HIM! 😠 But why am I surprised? You’ve always trusted men more than me!

Me: Don't you dare tell me about Nico now!!! 😒 He was right about you!..... And why should I trust you more than Daniel? I don’t really know you, but Daniel, I know everything about him! I shouldn’t have listened to you! 😞

Sofia: Oh, come on! You know me, Aleksandra! But ok, we didn’t see each other often! I agree ! But one thing I wanna make clear! I’m not a fucking thief! 😩 🤷‍♀️

Me: Fuck it! I don’t want to settle this now! I just want to go home and take a shower ....Ugh, my parents will kill me! 😩 🤦‍♀️

Sofia: I’m sorry! You’re going through a lot right now, huh? 😕 I hope we will see each other again soon and that we can clarify this shit!

Me: Sure! We’ll sort this out! But first, I have to fix it with Daniel! 😞

Sofia: Be careful who you trust! He’s also druggie and remember, he fucked up and messed up with those people! 😬 ....You know?👉👈 ...Agh, Idk A.? That's your business!.... Bye! 😔

Me: Yeah, bye!

From now on I will see Sofia more often. Oh, and Sofia didn’t steal from me! But neither was Daniel! Tomorrow I’ll find out. Also, my dad will kick me out of home.

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Andor episode 6 thoughts:

"so you think it's hopeless, do you?" A SETUP REBELLIONS ARE BUILT ON HOPE?

"you'll sleep when it's done" hopefully not forever (well that didn't age well 😭)

lmao I hope these imps are killed during the heist fuck them

not Skeen stirring shit right before the heist... time and place buddy

the tension is IMPECCABLE my heart is pounding for real

CINTAAAAAA!! WHAT A QUEEN

STOP WHEN VEL TOUCHED CINTA'S HAND I JUST ABOUT DIED 😭 they’re girlfriends it’s canon!!

I’m worried about them saying goodbye like that, it feels final 😔

THE EYE IS REALLY SO GORGEOUS OMG (but missed opportunity to mention stardust, Cait I told you I’d hold you responsible for putting this in my head)

NEMIK SAVED CASSIAN

noooo Nemik 😭 I didn't expect him to get injured like that

but also how were they going to escape if Nemik was killed?? this plan had so many holes in it lmao

Cassian didn't even hesitate, he was so ready to go to the doctor to save Nemik

goddammit I knew Skeen wasn't trustworthy but after his story with his brother, I thought maybe I was wrong.... they fooled me

also I think Cassian really related to him losing his brother so admitting he didn’t have one... yeah I think that’s when you lost him buddy

Cassian's signature move is really just pulling out a blaster and shooting without hesitation... and I love that for him

the fact that he said last episode it's only about the money but if that was the case, he could have left with Skeen... okay Cassian sure

also Skeen only needed him because he can't fly... imo he would have easily killed Cassian and took all of the money otherwise so yeah, fuck the dude

noooo Nemik 😭😭 the way I thought he’d survive and be paralyzed, I’m Bobo the fool

Cassian giving up the kyber physically hurt me but I still have hope it's gonna end up back with him by the end

how much do you want to bet rebellions are built on hope is in Nemik's manifesto 😭

so they're all dead besides Vel and Cinta.... pretty much what I expected 🙃

#andor #andor spoilers #andor thoughts #shut up sissi #i wanna know why vel ends up on ferrix #it's gotta be to go get cassian again right?

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A Deadbeat's Journal 5

A Jotaro kujo x blackfemreader fic

February 18 20XX,

Kongowea is not for the weak . In actuality , it's really not for anyone who’s trying to have a positive day because my oh my, the trials you will endure as you navigate through the never ending abyss that is this market will leave many in shock ,in tears almost .

Despite the trials, the cheap groceries are the only sweetener to this otherwise bitter endeavor hence the trip .I needed to remind Jotaro of our ground rules;

“Don’t touch anything , don’t look at anything for more than a second and most importantly , don’t speak .” I sharply said.

Here’s the deal, consider Kongowea as a sort of free range market where prices can be reasonably bargained at .However , some of the unspoken rules include that you should never speak in English or even have a skin tone closer to the korean foundation shade range(paper) or you will get scammed. Moreover, you shouldn’t seem completely interested in what the merchant is offering, otherwise you may end up coughing a not so pleasant sum from your pocket . These are the most revered rules that I’ve picked up whilst shopping here.

However, the most important rule that I have never shared to anyone is that I usually go on the least active day of the week which is when the trailers are offloading new goods and sellers are usually even more lenient with their price tags.Thats why we were there at 6 am on a Wednesday morning.

“Don’t worry about me , I can barely keep my eyes open.” Jotaro sleepily retorted whilst attempting to hold back a yawn.

We found a parking spot and I took the reusable bags . I told Jotaro to keep his hoodie up. The less people notice the pasty, bulking ,mass of a man , the better.

“Wouldn’t people be staring at me more?”

“No cause aside from a sidelong glance , a working kenyan will always mind the business that pays them.”

He scoffed at that and let me lead him to the fruits and vegetables market . The government decided to place a toll tax of 30 shillings per person as if they don’t steal enough from us anyways.

When we walked in , as expected only a few of my most trusted merchants were open. I immediately began purchasing .Luckily we purchased almost everything needed within the first 20 minutes .The only thing left was a pumpkin and two squashes which Jotaro desperately wanted.I politely asked one of the merchants to direct me to any of the merchants selling the required and she gestured at a young man two stalls across her .

The man , noticing we were headed to his stall immediately called us over.

“Ngapi?”(How much)

“150 nzima”(a whole pumpkin at 150)

“Ndugu si unipunguzie?mwisho wasemaje?”(Brother can’t you make it a bit cheaper, what’s your final offer)

“Mwisho 120”(final price 120)

I was too tired to go back and forth and it was too early to be arguing about money that Jotaro clearly had and didn’t mind spending . We ordered 2 and 5 squashes despite me informing him that I don’t particularly enjoy either tuber and he’ll have to find a way to eat it on his own . Just as I thought that the trip was very peaceful, the merchant broke the stream of consciousness with the usual question I get asked whenever Jotaro’s around.

“Huyo mzungu…kwani ni bwanako?”(Is this white man your husband?)

“Hata , ni cousin wangu wa mbali lakini” (No he’s my distant cousin)I lied.

“Heh, kwa sababu nimeshangaa, kwani wewe pia umekuwa kama malaya wa siku hizi”(Yeah, cause I was wondering when you had become like these new prostitutes)he said with a slight laugh.

Mind you, I don’t even know this man .I was genuinely about to bash his head in one of his overpriced pumpkins as the utter audacity to say such a statement not only in front of a customer , but as though it's meant to be a compliment . I immediately gave him his money and walked away cause my hands were itching for a beatdown and I already knew where that road leads to.

Jotaro ,who noticed my stiffness after the foolish man’s remark , opted to say nothing till we entered the car . Once he had properly placed the groceries and sat down he slowly asked ;

“What happened?”

“He told he that he would have thought that I was a white man’s whore if i hadn’t said that you were my distant cousin”

Jotaro slowly closed his eyes , deeply pondering on what I just said before saying ;

“I’m sorry that I constantly put you in these shitty situations simply by being around you. To be honest, I feel like beating him to bloody black and blue but I can also write a 2000 essay on why that's a bad idea.” He said remorsefully, with a tinge of anger.

This is one of the few moments that I see Jotaro saddened for my sake . And to mark the occasion I gave him an even rarer hug as slight comfort.

“It’s okay, as they say in swahili, ‘All your dues will be paid on this very earth.’He’ll get what’s coming for him.”

“A hug , words of wisdom and you didn’t hit someone back for insulting you. Maybe I should start going to therapy too.” He joked whilst coughing the engine.

We ended up dumping the groceries on the counter to sleep off the morning haze. Washing and shelving them took an hour and half but despite the quiet way we worked around the five bags of groceries , I felt the most comfortable being around him than I had in the past 2 months we’ve been together.

I'm also proud of myself . Punching the guy would have meant that I let my ego, once again, be controlled by external factors rather than internal.It was a nice esteem boost, one that I got from within rather than the usual exterior.

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