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gallusrostromegalus · 1 year

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AEIWAM - Some details about whats going on with Komamura. IIRC canon said he was a werewolf, are you doing anything with him?

Me: What IS Komamura's backstory? Me: *reads backstory and eventual canon fate of Komamura* Me: Hm. Me: That's thematically weird and depressing. Me: I'll just ignore that :)

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So in An Elephant Is Warm And Mushy, there's ALL KINDS of animal-people and supernatural creatures of varying degrees of anthropomorphic states in the Soul Society! Wolf people! Yokai! Centaurs But Bad! Snake people (sneople)! Mothmen! Whatever the fuck The Philosopher Wax is! Hell, Zaraki Kenpachi was raised by eagles! More nonhuman persons than you can shake a stick at!

They just stay away from the humans because The Humans are TERRIBLE.

...Not as terrible as my immediate family though, The Young Wolf is willing to gamble. he has to leave his home suddenly, in the middle of the night, frightened and injured. Family feuds are bad enough, but a drought year for a large group of apex carnivores and great-grandmother dying and creating a power vacuum? I'm lucky I got out alive! He reasons, tightening the bandages and wincing.

It doesn't look so bad. he lies to himself, looking at his reflection in the where he had finally collapsed from exhaustion and blood loss the previous night and somehow woke up alive this morning. Great-Grandfather did me a favor, trying to bite me in half like that- a tail would just make it even harder to blend in with the humans!

...Clothes would help more though. He sighs.

One man's trash is another's treasure, and that has never been more true than in the case of wolves that want to live with humans. The Young Wolf nearly weeps with joy when he finds the dump- barely-rotted animal carcasses to eat! broken wood for a fire! and clothes! Big enough to fit him! Alright that's definitely a bloodstain with a big, sort of sword-slash-shaped hole in the middle, but nothing a dunk in the river won't solve!

...Or not. Well, at least being covered in mud is less suspicious than being covered in blood? How does this thing even go on anyway? The garment is so confusing, he almost doesn't hear the humans who came to dump something until they are nearly upon him, and realizing they'll panic if they see his face, he grabs a broken basket and jams it over his head.

"Hey!" one of the humans calls out, seeing the movement. "What're you?" An old man peers around the pile at him, curious.

The Young Wolf sputters- he's heard tales of humans before, but this is the first human he's ever actually seen- The stories tell of their strange dark eyes and flattened faces how their fur is so fine they're nearly bald all over, and this man fits the description perfectly. An old woman- he guesses this one is a Woman, because what little fur she has is longer- she appears behind him, equally curious, then smacks the man under the ear.

"You dummy!" She snaps. "That's a monk!"

"Big damn monk!" The man laughs- indeed, even though he's one of the smallest of his people and not even grown, The Young Wolf towers over him- but still, he extends his open hand. Like the stories say, his claws are blunt and pale and the pads of his paws are soft. "What's yer name, venerable?"

"He can't answer that, he's a monk!" the woman snaps, exasperated. "They got- whatchyamacallit- Vows of Silence!"

"Oh, right!" the old man laughs. "Well, wouldn't matter if you could talk anyhow- my Old Lady's deaf as a post and I'm dumb as a rock! Come on, this is no place for a holy man!" he waved.

"Our home is up this way- it isn't much, but it's better than sleeping in Garbage! You stay with us and I'll fix that ratty old robe right up!" She said, grabbing him by the hand-

Ba-San looks down at his hand- it feels strange in hers, but it's not the fine gray fur covering his fingers or the rough pads on his palm or the dark nails that taper to claws.

It's that the hand is bleeding, scraped and cut and one of his nails missing like it had been torn off in a fight.

Ba-San is so old that everyone has forgotten her name and they just call her Ba-San, even her husband (who is so old that everyone has forgotten his name and calls him Jii-san, even his wife), and she didn't get this ancient by being an idiot. She glances up at the broken basket she knows got thrown in here by her neighbor not a week ago and sees the large golden eyes inside, staring down at her.

She's also old enough to know what a frightened child looks like, no matter how tall or what species he is.

She makes a show of squinting at his hand. "Why, your nails are FILTHY! You can wash up at the well out back too." She pats his hand.

"Of course! That's right!" Jii-san laughs. "Like I said- I got gravel for brains! He can sleep in Sajin's bed- Sajin is our Boy, but he's long since left home. It'll be good to have a young person around again!" he says, taking the boy's other hand.

He follows, stumbling awkwardly in the badly-tied robe and like he's been injured, but if he leaves paw-prints behind him, they don't remark upon it. - After about a month, the boy has something to confess. And something to ask.

Ba-San and Jii-San have been kind to him- they let him into their home and fed him and Ba-San didn't fix his robe so much as make an entirely new one "appropriate for a Monk", and Jii-san found a pair of old work gloves for him "so you can do your Good Works without losing another nail". Ba-San always gives him her soup-bones "I don't have the teeth to chew them anymore" and Jii-san always moves over so they can both sleep in the sun-patch that appears in the middle of their home every afternoon.

He's tried to repay them how he can- he's tall enough to fix the holes in the roof of their one-room shack standing flat-footed on the floor, and he carries water from the well every day to wash the stone steps outside and re-painted the red gate out front and every morning he makes them breakfast to wake them up and every night he rubs their tired necks and shoulders.

"Mmm-rr." he tries at breakfast, and they both look up, but it's hard enough practicing human words in the woods behind the shack to the birds, let alone now, at the table with the two people he cares most about in the world.

"You say something, Venerable?" Jii-san asks. "Don't worry- I won't tattle to the abbot on you-" he teases.

"Shush!" Ba-san barks at him. "What is it?"

He sighs, and tries again, focusing on the sounds. "mMnoddamunk."

The two elders stare blankly at him.

"Ahm nodda munk." he tries again, enunciating better. "Ahm nodda yumn eethrr."

The two look at each other, then turn back to him and place a hand on each of his.

"...Sorta figur'd the first when you didn't recognize the shrine." Nods Jii-san. "-But that's alright. You take good care of us."

"...Sort of figured the second when I saw your hand on the day we met." Nods Ba-San. "-But that's alright. You're a good person, which is a very different thing than being a Good Human."

The Boy stares at them, stunned, then cringes, embarrassed. Of course! They're old, not stupid. "Aiyee- r-r-r MN! Aiyee LLied." he apologizes, stumbling over the difficult consonant in the middle, determined to conquer it.

"I didn't hear any lies, did you, Jii-san?" asks Ba-san.

"I didn't hear nothin' and my ears even work!" he grins, ears perking up.

The Boy sighs, still exasperated with their antics but mostly relieved.

...Then something Jii-san said caught up with him, and he frowns.

"Aiyee- Aye haffa..." Another tricky consonant. "Aye needa assk ssmmng." he changed tracks. L was enough of a battle for one day, Q and his frustrating wife U could wait.

"Whadday wanna know, Venerable?" Jii-san asked, and Ba-san frowned, turning her ear out behind their home, already suspecting his questions.

He held up two fingers and they nodded, waiting. He'd gotten very good at numbers and pointing already, and until today, that had carried the conversation. "sssHrrine?" he asked.

Jii-san frowned. "...what's your second question?"

"th-Therre'ss ah- Grrrave?" he pointed out behind the shrine, to where a stone stood, with what he now recognized as marks signifying a name carved into it. "wHo?"

Ba-San and Jii-san looked at each other, distraught for some time before Ba-San finally turned back to him, both hands on his.

"...Venerable," She finally spoke. "You had to run away from home in a hurry, didn't you?"

The boy nods.

"-And Jii-san and I were the first people you met that weren't you family, right?" She continues.

He nods again. She purses her lips, agitated.

"Jii-San." She finally speaks. "I think we ought to show him Sajin."

Jii-san sighs and nods, agreeing with her, and stands up. At the back of the house, there is a little cabinet with two boxes they never open, and something covered by a black cloth. Jii-san opens the cabinet and takes out the thing covered by the black cloth, pulling the cloth aside and bringing the thing to the table. It's a flat rectangle, and on it is a drawing of a very strange creature.

It's face is almost perfectly circular, and it's body covered in clothes, like how Humans dress, including a funny hat. What the boy can see of the creature is perfectly smooth and hairless and the same color as not-quite-ripe peaches. It has a long mane of straight dark gray hair growing from the top of its head, and a beard a bit like a billy-goat's

"This is Sajin," Says Jii-san, voice wavering a bit. "He wasn't our son- you can tell, we're not related by blood- but he was Our Boy. He took care of us, like you do now."

"He was Our Boy." nods Ba-San, on the verge of tears. "Then he was Our Man. And then he was Our Old Man, and then-" She stopped, and began to cry in earnest. "-And then he left home, and we buried his body out behind the shrine, and marked his grave, as Humans do."

The boy continued to stare at Sajin's portrait. "...Sajin." he whispered, and the name didn't fight him at all. "...Ihff- if Sajin iss Yumann-?" he looked up at his friends. "Whattrrre You?"

Ba-San beckons him and Jii-san back to the cabinet, and puts her hand on one of The Boxes They Never Open. Jii-San puts his hand on the other, and together, the open the lids just a tiny bit for The Boy to see inside.

He gasps and steps back in horror- the things in the boxes are very much like the skulls he's seen of his people before, but the noses are all smooshed like they didn't grow right, and the eyes are too large and- -And they're just the right size each to belong to Ba-San and Jii-San.

"We are Koma, Guardian Dogs, and this is our shrine." Says Jii-san, closing the lid on his box as Ba-san closed hers, and placing the drawing of Sajin back on the shelf above them. "We wear clothes and speak like humans because we once took Names, a very long time ago, and thus we are People and we act like People." He explained.

"Nnames?" the boy asks.

"A Name is... a sort of contract, that the humans made up." Says Ba-San, locking the cabinet back up. "Humans can live together in such huge packs and crowded cities because they have Rules- you're not allowed to kill other people except in self-defense. You're not allowed to take food someone else caught. Nobody is allowed to kill a child for any reason, things like that. If you take a Name, it's like saying- 'I am this Person! And I agree to abide by the rules of being a person!', and you have to follow the rules, but everyone else has to follow the rules for you too, because you have a Name. So Humans can live very close to each other, because they all have an understanding that nobody is going to violate those rules."

"It's not just humans that can take names- long ago, some wolves decided to take names, and those wolves became Dogs, that live with humans. They were our ancestors, and like our ancestors, we took Names, and we obeyed the rules, and for that, we were fed and allowed to sleep inside and given soup-bones and let to sleep in the sun-patch, but most of all, we were Loved." Said Jii-san.

"-And just the same, we Loved Sajin. He was Our Boy. And We were His Dogs." Said Ba-san, bursting into tears again. Jii-san held her, tears running down his face as well.

Ba-san cried into Jii-san's shoulder for a long time, and The Boy Who Was A Wolf That Wanted To Live Among The Humans sat in silence, thinking.

"...Cour-could Aye- take a nName?" He asks, slowly.

"You'd have to take two, and learn all the rules-" Nodded Jii-san. "But yes. Anyone who can talk can take a name. And you've been talking my tail off!" he wagged.

"Two?" the boy asked. He didn't need to use his fingers this time.

"Humans have two names- one is the name of that specific human, and one is the name of their family or the place they came from or what they did, as a sort of... Introduction. Humans are very big on introducing themselves and all their friends- though I suppose it makes sense, what with them having names to introduce themselves with."

"You can be a Komamura!" Jii-san said, wagging excitedly. "Ba-san and Jii-san are Koma, and we are your Ba-San and Jii-San, so you must be part of our family, so that makes you Mura, a relative- so you're a Koma-mura!" he nodded.

"Humans also give their children names of revered ancestors, to honor the ancestor, and protect the child." Added Ba-san. "You do Sajin's chores, you sleep in Sajin's bed, you take care of Sajin's Dogs... You must be Sajin!"

"That's your name, if you want it- Komamura Sajin!" Said Jii-san. The Boy stared at them for a long time, completely still, until they realized that, for the first time since they'd known him, the scarred nub on his backside was wagging too.

"Thank you." Said Sajin, tears streaming down his face too. --

Many months later, a Monk* leaves the little shrine to Ba-san and Jii-san at the edge of the dump. He leaves his home in no particular rush- if anything, he's lingering- in the middle of a bright morning, hale and with joy in his heart. He waves to his Ba-san and Jii-san as he heads down the road, promising to come back and visit.

"Look at that." says Ba-San. "Our Boy is leaving home again."

"I know," Says Jii-san. "-but this time it'll be alright."

#AEIWAM #An Elephant Is Warm And Mushy #Bleach #bleach fanfiction #sajin komamura #komamura #The Dog Does Not Die!#except for the dogs that are kind of already Dead #but they're alright #I promise

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lovely-showtimes · 7 months

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Saw that your requests are open and felt a tiny bit of whimsicality in me😈 anyway, if it's not too much, can I request Rui, Honami, Nene, and Tsukasa with a s/o who's always eepy? Like they just woke up then says "I'm sleepy" and goes back to sleep? Something like that! I love your writing so much I just had to request something to indulge myself wawahwahaa take your time with it!!

feeling sleepy . . . ♡

characters - honami, tsukasa, nene, rui.

type - hcs.

a/n - reader just like me fr </3 i love to snooze it's so fun. i hope you enjoy ~

Honami is very... curious about your sleeping habits

How could someone always be so tired like you?

But eventually, she just decides not to question it. It's not like it's harming anyone

(Well, maybe it's harming your sleep schedule. But you're somehow always sleepy, so maybe it's okay? ...Honami tries not to think about it too much.)

If she notices you falling asleep somewhere kinda uncomfortable, she'll try to move you to somewhere that is

And sometimes, that place is her lap. She's embarrassed about it, but you never seem to mind, so it's probably fine

...She also enjoys being your pillow sometimes but she isn't ready to admit that yet

"Oh, you're waking up! Good morning, sleepyhea- ah, there you go again..."

Tsukasa is incredibly confused by you

How do you never wake up and feel energised?? Are you okay?? Do you not get enough sleep at night??

He bombards you with such questions out of worry, but when you reveal you're just sleepy for no real reason, he calms down a little

He's still concerned about you, but he'd probably worry no matter what you do

If you ever fall asleep on him, he'd just kind of... freeze up and panic

He doesn't wanna accidentally wake you or anything!

But at the same time, he doesn't want anyone else to wake you either. And he does that in the most 'Tsukasa' way possible

"OI! Stop talking so loud, can't you see they're sleeping?! W-What do you mean I'm gonna wake them up?!"

Nene doesn't mind how sleepy you are. She thinks it's nice to be around someone so calm

Somehow being around you makes her feel more exhausted, so it's not uncommon to find the two of you napping together

You're someone she can collapse beside at the end of a long day to relax with, to feel her worries washing away

...Although sometimes she does get mildly annoyed by how tired you are

Not that there's anything particularly wrong with it, but... She wants to spend time with you! In more ways than just napping with you!

Don't be surprised if you ever wake up to someone poking your cheek, okay?

"Are you awake yet? Finally. Come on, I want to- did you just fall asleep while I was talking again?"

Rui never once thought it was strange or out of the ordinary for you to be so sleepy all the time

And somehow he's always ready for a 'sleepy spell', as he calls them

You feel tired when you're out and about? He just... picks you up with zero issue

You fall asleep on him? That's fine, he's got a blanket and pillow handy. No matter where you are. Somehow.

You wake up and immediately fall back asleep? Rui didn't have any plans later anyway, he'll keep you company while you nap

This almost always leads to him dozing off with you, too

"Asleep again, hm? That's alright. If you're going to be asleep for a while, then I... *yawn* I might as well get some shut-eye, too."

#♡ ~ love letter sent!#project sekai x reader #imagines #pjsk x reader #honami mochizuki x reader #mochizuki honami x reader #tenma tsukasa x reader #tsukasa tenma x reader #nene kusanagi x reader #kusanagi nene x reader #kamishiro rui x reader #rui kamishiro x reader

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creedslove · 1 year

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HEARTLESS 💔 - PART FOUR

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

Summary: Over breakfast, Jack invites you and Wyatt to spend the weekend at his ranch, but you are still not getting along

(this is the fourth part of the HEARTLESS 💔 series)

• PART ONE|PART TWO|PART THREE

Warnings: angst, hurt, asshole!jack, bad language, fluff because wyatt is so damn cuteeeeee

A/N: so I'm watching kingsman again as I finished writing this piece and I am conflicted because I love Jack and he is so hot and handsome and flirty and everything and yet I wrote him like mf here, anyway I hope you guys like it because you guys like to suffer 🥺❤️

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When you woke up in the morning, you realized you hadn't slept well in so long. You were so relaxed and well-rested you didn't even bother what time it was.

Until you remembered you were a mother, and you had a toddler and that your dickhead of an ex was the last person you saw before falling asleep.

Then all the trigger warnings you could possibly have were, of course, triggered. You immediately jumped off the bed, your heart filled with worry and anxiety.

The house was completely silent, what if Jack just took your son and left? Where would have he taken him? How would you track them down? Jack had way more money than you did, so if that was the case, how could you even handle that?

You tried thinking rationality and brush it off those thoughts, he must've left after you fell asleep, that was the only explanation.

He wouldn't do such a thing to you, he was a dick, but he wasn't a monster after all, he wouldn't kidnap your son.

You stopped by Wyatt's room, opening his door and expecting to see his beautiful little sleeping face, his cute bed hair and his socks thrown onto the floor, like he often left them though you never figured out how he did that while sleeping. You chuckled to yourself as you thought of how adorable he really was and for a moment, you felt a sting of pride in your heart, to know you were raising such a beautiful and blessed child. Most of the time you thought you were a mess, you felt guilty for being on your own even if you knew damn well Jack was the only one to blame for that, and you often thought your son deserved something better. You wondered if you would have these feelings if Jack had stayed, if maybe you two had got married or something. You knew motherhood was hard either way, but it would definitely be easier for you to have him by your side.

You knew you would be at least whole, as you had given yourself more and more to your son, to the point you felt you lost your identity at times. Sometimes it just seemed you had stopped being yourself and you became 'mommy'

But on the other hand, the love you felt for your son was crushing and overwhelming, you would do anything for him, without a second thought.

"Morning baby" you said in a low voice not to startle him and walked to his bed. You knew he would be starving by that time as you were so hungry yourself, lifting up the duvet you looked at the empty in horror to see your son wasn't there.

You gasped as you felt hot tears threatening to spill out of your eyes, blood pumped so loud into your ears you could barely hear anything as you rushed outside, anxiety was running through your veins at the mere prospect of Wyatt being gone along with Jack, you couldn't believe that was happening, you didn't want to believe, but you were taken by a feeling of despair, it suffocated you and you couldn't even breath.

And then you heard Wyatt's giggles coming from the kitchen.

You stopped for a moment and tried to see if you were just being tricked by your mind when another giggle was heard. And there was a second voice, Jack's voice, of course. You couldn't quite tell what he was saying as it was muffled, but you didn't waste time, you rushed to the kitchen as fast as you could, dragging curious eyes from both Jack and Wyatt, who looked at you confused, at your urgency in getting there.

"Mama!!!" Wyatt squealed and ran to you, hugging you tight and took you by the hand, with his tiny one, walking you to the counter, where he proudly showed what he and Jack had been doing for breakfast.

You picked Wyatt up, snuggling tight, not even paying attention to the food around you, just closing your eyes and taking in your son's scent, his warmth and his presence.

Only when Jack inconveniently cleared his throat you snapped back at the reality, as he began frying the pancakes with chocolate chip and only then you noticed some patches of flour on your son's face. You couldn't help but chuckle as you kept him close.

"Mama, cowboy make pancakes!" He said excitedly as he pointed at what they'd been entertained for the past hour.

"I thought it was nice making pancakes for Wyatt, I figured he likes it as much as you do" he said softly and you nodded "s-sure, pancakes are good" you told him and tickled your son's tummy.

You went to the cabinets and took the plates and silverware you would need to use, thinking the irony of the situation was amusing as there was a time you would have killed for such domesticity with Jack and your baby, but now that he was there, all you felt was discomfort and suspicion.

He could tell you were tense and not in the mood to talk, so he just shrugged it off and continue preparing breakfast until the three of your were sat at the table, ready to dig in.

You went to cut Wyatt's pancakes into smaller pieces but Jack immediately took his plate and did it for him, which made your son give him a sweet smile "tank you" he said politely and chuckled laughed amused "you got some southern charm on you, kid" he winked at him and then turned to you, his expression hardening again as he watched your untouched plate

"Aren't ya gonna eat, Y/N? You used like pancakes" he said joining his two hands as he rested his chin on them, observing you, who just shot him an unbothered look

"I'm not very hungry, that's all"

He nodded though he felt his blood boiling, knowing you were doing that just to get on nerves and unfortunately to him, it was working.

"While you were playing Sleeping Beauty in your bedroom, I was telling Wyatt about the ranch I live… about the green fields he can play with, the animals he can see and the horses he can learn how to ride. And I'd like to invite the two of you to go there over the weekend. I was thinking maybe Saturday and Sunday? That way he can enjoy everything" he licked his lips softly and waited for your answer.

You wanted to say no immediately, you wanted to slam your hands at the table and tell Jack to get the fuck out of your lives, but Wyatt turned to you with the biggest and most excited eyes you'd ever seen

"Pwease mommy… let's go… I wanna see the cowboy wanch" he begged sweetly and tilted his head, so hopeful as his little heart accelerated with the expectation of going to such an amazing place like the one the cowboy he had learned to love in such short time he had met him.

You went out of words at that moment, you wanted to say no to Jack, but you would crush Wyatt's heart if you said no to him.

You had another thing to add to your list of unpleasant things Jack was doing ever since he walked back into your life.

He knew telling a toddler about going to a place he would love and having him excited to go would be the perfect way to pressure you into saying yes.

You took a deep breath and smiled big at Wyatt "mommy will talk to the cowboy so we can see… if things are alright, then we can go, baby" you told your son and stroked his cheek gently, seeing how his brown eyes lit up in excitement, just like Jack's did whenever you kissed him.

You turned to the man "we need to talk" you asked him and soon enough the two of you stood in the hallway. You paced softly and folded your arms

"I don't like this, Jack… at all. You told Wyatt about the ranch to get him excited because you know he would insist on going, and I also don't like how you are intruding in our lives, for god's sakes, I thought you had left with him when I woke up and-"

Jack's expression got dark as he stared at you, he was taken back by anger at your insinuations. It pissed him off to see your attitude and though he tried keeping things cordially, you were making things harder and harder.

How dare you think those things about him? Yeah, he had his share of bad actions and he wasn't proud of them, but going from that to child kidnapper was a whole level.

He placed his hands on his waist and scoffed, towering you and not caring if he intimidated you at all

"Well, aren't ya an entitled little bitch? You really thought I had taken Wyatt away? Like a kidnapper? Like a criminal?"

"Little bitch?" You asked rather shocked, no matter what went between the two of you, Jack had never lacked politeness around you "where are your southern manners you're so proud of?"

He rolled his eyes and shook his head

"You hate my guts, and I ain't no fan of yours either, so I guess we're past that point aren't we?"

You swallowed hard as his rejection hit hard but you didn't want to see it

"I thought you had taken him, yes. I woke up to the house completely silent, my son wasn't in his bed and I thought you had been gone with him… what was I supposed to think?"

"I don't know… maybe that I was just making the kid breakfast?" Jack replied angrily, he hated to be falsely accused like that.

"Making breakfast?!" You scoffed "A week ago you didn't even care if your son was alive or not, and you want me to believe you just wanted to make him breakfast?"

Jack's eyes darkened as he took a step closer, trapping you against the wall

"Take that back right now, you fucking bitch… you think I wouldn't care if my wasn't aliv-" he ran his hand through his hair and looked at you "I lost one kid once, I ain't losing another one, ever again! Do you really think I wouldn't care? Here's someone I don't care about: you" he spat his words rudely "so no, I wouldn't kidnap him, because I want my boy but in a fair game, I have the right to see him, to spend time with him, and while he's little, you are part of the package, no matter if I like it not"

You teared up at his cruel words, you didn't understand why Jack was treating you like that. You were the one who had reasons to be mean to him, not the other way around.

"I'm not going to the ranch. It's not gonna be a nice experience for me, I used to live there with you, I know it feels like a lifetime ago, but I used to be your girlfriend in case you don't remember… you know, a time where I loved you and you loved me, but you can't stand me and I'm definitely not welcome there"

Jack shook his head and looked down then at you again

"I've only loved one woman in my life, you know that" he said and you went silent.

You nodded, not even bothering to hide your tears at that moment because he played dirty and the two of you knew it.

"I am not going, Jack"

"Yes you are, because Wyatt is coming so unless you want him to spend the weekend alone with me, which I am okay with it you are going" he said "and don't you even dream of denying that to him, because if you do, first thing on Monday a lawyer will be knocking on your door and the custody war is gonna begin because I ain't giving up on my little boy" he pointed his finger at you and you didn't say anything in return at first, you just dried your tears

"I don't know what happened to Jack, it's like I'm talking to a completely different person. You look like the Jack I loved once, but you don't act like him. I just don't know if you've always been like that and I was fooling myself in thinking you were a good man, or if you got like that after everything that happened between us"

Jack didn't say anything else, he turned his back to you and walked back to the kitchen. His heart was heavy and he had said things he shouldn't have, things he didn't even mean, but it wouldn't make a difference now.

Wyatt sipped his juices and smiled

"Yummy pancake, cowboy, tank you" he said adorably "I finished evewything like a big boy" he squealed happily as Jack picked him up and snuggled him.

He felt so happy and safe in the man's arms and clapped his small hands once you walked into the kitchen.

You sat down, smiling at your son and giving him a sad smile.

"Are you ready to go to the ranch baby?" You asked him with no enthusiasm, you hated Jack for doing that to you and you were scared of all the memories that place could bring you, as you knew they would be now even more painful than they already were.

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A/N: I don't know if I wanna kiss Whiskey or kill him, probably both 😳💔

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pablitogavii · 1 year

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Best friend's little sister

Summary: You are Pedri's little sister which makes you forbidden fruit for his best friend, Pablo Gavi. But he isn't one to follow the rules.

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x You

Warnings: slight angst(angry Pedri)/ fluff/ happy ending I promise :)

I might make this into a series if you guys like it :) Lmk in the comments :)

Gavi had so many girls that went absolutely crazy about him ever since his debut for the national team during the World Cup.

He had so many options, not to mention princess of Spain that clearly had an enormous crush on him, but he wanted the only one he was not allowed to touch-Pedri's little sister Y/N.

He first met you during one of the night when he brought drunk Pedri home and had to sneak him inside into his room. They were celebrating victory against Madrid and Pedri went a little overboard.

"Gotcha!" you jumped from behind the door making Gavi jump thinking it was Pedri's parents who woke up and caught them sneaking in so late.

"You must be Y/N. I'm Gavi, your brother's teammate and friend. Sorry, I should leave. Um. He is out but should be better in the morning." Gavi said walking towards you making your heart skip a beat when you looked at his handsome face closer.

"I'm turning him in! That's what he gets for not bringing me along!!" you said with a snarl while rolling your eyes which made Gavi clench his jaw and push you flush against the door.

"Aren't you a little young to be drinking Y/N?" Gavi looked down at your small frame grinning to himself at how small you looked while staring at him innocently.

"Whatever I'm 18 in a few months anyways..." you lied which made the boy grin and shake his head while his hand took your chin and made you look up at him again.

"I happen to know your are 16, bomboncita" he said while you swallowed thinking that Pedri must be talking about you to him then.

"I'm not a kid Gavi!" you tried to sound as stern as possible but he could see how nervous he got you just by being this close. What worried him even more was how good it felt to him to be this close to you...to his best friend's little sister.

"Sure you're not, bombon. Sleep well!" Gavi said leaning down making you close your eyes thinking he is going to kiss you but instead he only pecked your cheek before quickly slipping outside. You were left frozen there for a few seconds thinking of his lips on your soft skin scared to admit that you were having a crush on your brother's best friend.

Ever since that night, you started spending a lot more time with your brother and his friend. You even started attending Barca games, something your brother could never beg you to do before. But it was such a show to watch Gavi play, especially since he steals a glance at you whenever he gets a chance. One time he even winked at you as he was rushing to get to the changing room at half time.

"You're making those girls crazy with that winking, hermano" Pedri joked tapping Gavi's shoulder while taking off his sweaty jersey. Gavi felt guilty for having to keep his new crush a secret from his best friend, but even more he felt like he was betraying him at the same time.

A few months later, Gavi was invited to one of your family dinners as Pedri's best friend. You have started texting and face timing almost every night since then which made the whole situation that much more awkward.

"Hola, hermano. Come inside. Let's watch the game outside while dinner gets ready!" Pedri said and Gavi nodded curious as to where you were but decided not to look obvious.

When they came outside, Gavi's eyes immediately glued to your tan body in a bikini laying on the grass with your perky bum in the air You were reading a magazine with one of your friends. He clenched his jaw when your eyes met and a smirk plastered on your face.

"You are making his life a living hell, amiga" your friend whispered and you both chuckled which made both boys look at your direction. Pedri was rolling his eyes in annoyance, while Gavi gave you a warning look that only amused you and made you want to push him further.

When your mom said it was time to make the table, your friend decided to leave and you went to change into some comfortable clothes before helping your mom.

"Go get the boys, babygirl and I'll get papi" your mom said and you nodded although a little nervous to look at Gavi again. You were determined to be the one who plays the game this time, since Gavi is always the one that makes you nervous and flustered.

"Dinner is ready!" you peak your head to meet the faces of two boys who were previously laughing about something. They both got up to follow behind you and an idea sparked in your head.

"I almost forgot! Um I'm sorry.." you moved past Pedri brushing your bum against Gavi's front while reaching for your phone on the table and hearing him fight an urge to groan. You smirked and he caught it.

For the rest of the dinner, you would 'accidentally' kick Gavi's leg and giggle when he would look into your eyes. When everyone was finished, you were the first one to get up because Pedri already said Gavi and him are gonna play game in his room.

You were in your room annoyed because you knew your brother would never let you come into his room, and you couldn't exactly tell him why you wanted to be there at all.

But you could always text Gavi...tease him a little.

bombon: hi Pablitoo. Did you like my bikini??

pablo: behave! I'm with your brother!

bombon: I know you would much rather be between my thighs ;))

pablo: dios mío! you little tease! stop messing with me!

bombon: sent a picture of you sucking on your lollipop pouting

When you went to the bathroom afterwards, Gavi was quick to excuse himself and grab your wrist while pushing you inside before locking the door behind himself.

"Stop playing with me!" Gavi growled down at you and you felt a shiver move down your spine as your back hit the washing machine and his arms trapped you.

"Or what? You're my brother's bitch Gavira!' you push him what seemed to be past his limits and he grabbed your hips roughly raising you up to sit on top of the machine before kissing your lips passionately for a few minutes.

"I'm nobody's bitch, princesa..." he spoke while pulling away looking at your swollen lips and sparkly eyes. He heard Pedri call for him saying it was his turn to play so he smirked taking a second to fix his hair you messed up before leaving you there alone and needy.

A few days after a kiss there was nothing...no text..no call..dead silent. You even got DMed so many rumored tiktoks about fucking princess of Spain crushing on him!? Like tf!?

You were determined to get his attention one way or another...

Y/N.babe

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Even Pedri noticed how irritated Gavi was the entire training session which is rarely true for the boy eager to joke and play with his teammates.

"Everything good hermano?" Pedri asked him

"This girl has been messing with my head, man" Gavi answered knowing he can't exactly say more almost wishing he could talk to his best friend about it.

Gavi saw your post this morning and he couldn't take his eyes off how beautiful you looked in that bikini, same one he saw you in that night. It was the comments that he didn't particularly like...especially Vinicius Jr clearly flirting and you liking his comment.

"Excuse me, stranger? I'm looking for my brother Pedri, have you seen him??" you met with gavi like usual backstage before the game.

"He's getting ready. We have an El Classico to win." Gavi spoke not even looking at you his eyes glued to his phone which was strange. He wasn't even using his signature pet names? His voice wasn't playful like always, it sounded almost bitter...or rather angry?

You decided to ignore it, thinking it must be stress over the game so you went underneath his arms and hugged him tightly. He returned a hug but with barely any enthusiasm. You left to your seats shortly afterwards.

Gavi kept making fouls and serious ones too. Most of them were directed to one player in particular...Vinicius Jr. Now you understood where his bitterness came from...he saw you liking Vini's comment.

"I told you he would react!" your friend whose idea was to like the comment added playfully and you rolled your eyes little worried that Pablo was going to get kicked out of the game if he continues like this.

"Hey! Que pasa!? What the fuck do you want!!?" Vinicius marched towards Gavi after another foul and their chest collided as they stared each other down.

"Stay the fuck away from Y/N!" Gavi said as Pedri came to seperate them but his friend wasn't budging.

"Are you jealous she a Madrid fan instead? She clearly wants me around, idiota!" Vini said and Pedri now felt infuriated too so the rest of the teammates had to pull him and Gavi to the side but not before a fight made all three of them get yellow cards.

Pedri explained to team what happened and everyone supported him. Then your brother walked to his best friend shaking his hand and hugging him while whispering "thanks for sticking up for my little sister, hermano. you are such a good friend!" and those words made Gavi swallow hard his guilt.

When the game was over, Pedri left home and you said you wanted to walk with your friend when actually you wanted to stay behind to talk to Gavi. You felt horrible that he got a yellow card because of you feeling like you should apologize.

When the last player left the dressing room, you came in knowing Gavi was alone. He was sitting on the bench with his phone while running a hand through his wet curls. He looked so breathtaking.

"Hey.Um. Congrats on winning.." you said quietly and when he looked at you, it was obvious that he was still angry.

"Pablo...I didn't think it would.." you started but he cut you off quite sternly while standing up abruptly looking down at your innocent face.

"You don't think Y/N! That's the problem! If you want Vini then why play this whole game with me huh!?" he spoke groggily and you felt your eyes fill with tears that he would ever think you would just play with him like that.

"I don't want Vini, okay!? I did it to get your attention! I want you! Every day..every hour..every second! Ever since you kissed me, you are all I think about but I know my brother will never approve and I know he is your best friend! But I can't help it...I want you!" you said tears falling down your cheeks and he collected them caressing your cheek ever so softly before capturing your lips into a long waited kiss.

He grabbed your legs quickly raising you up still not breaking the kiss before sitting down on the bench with you straddling his lap and your arms around his neck.

When you pulled away from the kiss, you nuzzled your face into his neck while resting your head on his shoulder and he ran his fingertips up and down your spine gently.

"So am I forgiven, Gavinho???" you pouted into his neck while looking up at him and he smiled kissing the top of your nose before holding your hips with both hands.

"Um. You might have to make it up to me princesa..." he smirked and you smacked his chest at a dirty insinuation.

"I was going to say by wearing only my jersey from now on..but if you had something different in mind?" he said which made you blush hard and hide your face resulting in boy laughing loudly and kissing your hair.

"We need to find a way to tell him soon.." you said and Gavi nodded knowing that the longer he does this behind Pedri's back the higher the chance he will get caught and lose his best friend forever.

pablogavi

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To be continued...

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dragonfirerogue-writes · 1 year

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Left Alone

Wednesday x Kitsune!Reader

The darkness of Crackstone Crypt was the only thing keeping your friends from seeing your rolling eyes. The six of you were crammed behind the founder's resting place, hiding and waiting to surprise a certain goth.

"She's not gonna be surprised," you repeated for the n-teenth time. "We all know Wednesday hates birthday parties."

Xavier just sighs, annoyed with you. "You can leave anytime. We're just doing what friends do."

Before you can retort, the door to the crypt creaks open. While you thought it would be fun to ruin the surprise, dealing with the school elites being annoyed at you seemed more than it was worth.

Wednesday was a perceptive person. She could feel that something was off. It wasn't until she heard a cough did she know where the source was. It was quiet for only a moment before a threat from the goth triggered the surprise chorus of the birthday song.

You were the only one not singing. This was awkward enough.

"I should've known you were behind this." Wednesday glares at Thing. "What part of 'no party under penalty of death' did you not understand?"

You raised your hand. "For the record, I tried to convince them to not do this."

"And yet, you are still here."

"Hard to say no to free cake."

"And I think my cake design is pretty inspired," Xavier said. The cake was almost black with a reaper upon it holding a pink balloon.

"The balloon was my little touch." Enid seemed so proud of her addition. "Why don't you make a wish?"

The birthday girl just turns away from the group. In doing so, her eyes land on a phrase carved in the wall.

"This... This is Latin." She leans close to read it. You step forward from the group, intrigued. "Fire will rain... When I rise."

Enid looks on with confusion. "That's not really a wish..."

"Wait, that first part," you start. "It was burnt on the lawn at the end of Parents' Weekend." Wednesday nods in reply. "It can't be a coincidence..."

Ajax mourns the fact that the cake will remain uneaten. It draws everyone's attention as Wednesday runs her hand across the carved phrase. The vision hits and it throws her head back, making her fall back. Everyone gasps except you, who managed to be quick enough to catch her before the goth's head hit the stone.

Chatter erupts as your friends ask what was wrong. Your hand just goes up to silence them.

"Don't worry about it. It's something that happens." You pull Wednesday towards your body and lift her up. "I'll take her back to the dorms. You guys can enjoy the cake."

Xavier steps forward. "I can help. Lemme carry her."

"I got it, man." You weren't about to let him carry her. You knew Wednesday would rather gouge her eyes out. "Neither of us wanted to be here anyway."

With that, you exit the crypt and hope that Wednesday won't be out for too long.

Sneaking up to Ophelia Hall and into Enid's and Wednesday's dorm room was harder than it needed to be. You had to dodge other sneaking students and Ms. Thornhill. If only you had illusion powers but alas, not yet.

You did make your way up without getting noticed, at least. But, as soon as you laid Wednesday down on her bed, she woke up.

"Oh, well. At least we got outta there." You pulled a chair up as Wednesday sat up on the bed. "What was it this time?"

Dark eyes stare at you. You knew that the chance of the goth answering was slim, but you were curious. The debate could be seen in her eyes before her mouth opens.

"I saw Goody again," she began, to your surprise. "There's somewhere I have to go to find more clues, but I'm not sure where."

"Any idea of where to start?"

"There was a gate. I'll have to sketch it out and see if anyone knows of it."

"It's something at least," you state. "Was that it?"

There was a pause before Wednesday nods. She didn't need to give you every detail. With a nod, you stood up and placed the chair back where it belonged.

"Now that you're awake, I'll let you be. Hopefully the rest of your birthday isn't too annoying." You let out a chuckle. "But, while I'm here, this is for you."

You take out a box from your pocket. Wednesday hadn't noticed it despite it sticking halfway out of the pocket. She takes it cautiously before revealing a dagger within the confines of the box. Unsheathing it, Wednesday inspects the blade.

It was a spear point dagger, perfect for stabbing. The blade itself was sharp, taking no effort to draw blood from her thumb when she tested it.

"An excellent blade. A fine addition to my collection." You preen at the rare praise. "Tell anyone and I will stab you with it."

You raise your hands in surrender. "No one will know. There's enough of my blood on that anyway."

Wednesday tilts her head ever so slightly in question. "Elaborate."

"I made that blade myself. Folded bone steel quenched in my own blood," you explain. "It took me almost a year. I was making it for fun, but I figured it would be a decent gift for you, so... Yeah."

It was a personal project. It was a different way to give a part of yourself away, but you were glad that it was to Wednesday. The goth seemed to realize this and sheathed the blade carefully.

"... Thank you."

"Don't mention it. I'll see you around."

With a salute, you leave with your heart pounding. It feels like you just got that much closer to your crush.

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"Guys! Get out! It's here!"

Tyler screams from the lower floor of the Gates' Mansion as the monster attacks him. Enid and Wednesday try to escape, only to be intercepted by the beast.

"The dumbwaiter! Go!"

The two scurry into the small space and shut the door, creating a barrier between them and the monster.

"What do we do, Wednesday?" Enid was scared out of her wits. "How are we gonna get outta here?" Her whines would've annoyed the goth if they weren't in such a hazardous situation.

Wednesday looks all around until her eyes land on her wrist. At the bracelet that held your favor. She takes it off just as the creature slashes at the door and holds it tight, putting all her energy into it.

The sound of whirling flames draws the attention of the beast as you appear behind it, confused.

"Wednesday? Where ar- HOLY SHIT!" Immediately you fall into a defensive stance. "Wednesday!? Are you okay!?"

"Distract it while Enid and I escape!"

"How am I supposed to- WHOA!" You barely dodge a strike from the monster. With a growl, you let your power flow through you. Claws and fangs elongate as your vulpine features begin to appear. You crouch low as your twin tails furl out behind you.

"I guess we're dancing."

While the beast was large and strong, you were deft and agile. Each swing of its claws were dodged and met with three strikes of your own. It didn't do too much, but it was enough to keep it distracted. At least until the screams of the girls drew both of your attention as the dumbwaiter barrels down its chute.

"Wednesday! Enid!"

The monster immediately moves towards the basement where the girls no doubt would've landed. You chase after it, managing to tackle it hard enough down the basement stairs. A quick glance saw Enid trying to escape and Wednesday looking at the shelves.

"What are you doing!?" You hear Enid yell.

"These are the body parts from the monster's victims."

You use all of your weight to slam into the creature before it gets to Wednesday.

"Get outta here!" You yell before getting smacked into the wall. Your distraction served as an opportunity for the monster.

A groan escapes your lips as the monster stalks towards the escaping girls. With pain shooting through your whole body, you launch yourself at the monster, sinking your claws into its back. A loud roar echoes throughout the basement as the beast reaches back, clawing at you then throwing you across the room before running away.

The only thing keeping you conscious was adrenaline and concern for your friends. That changed when you saw taillights leaving as soon as you managed to crawl out of the house. You let out a ragged scoff.

"They left me..."

Your body starts to shift fully into your fox form, knowing you would heal quicker that way. You were too weak to head back to Nevermore, but you could at least find a burrow to recover at. But the feeling of betrayal will sting for longer.

"She left me..."

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 11 months

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AITA for pacifying my little niece in a "strange"/unnatural way when her mom doesn't like how i do it?

so i have autism and i cannot stand the sound of crying babies, not only is it grating to my ears but i feel like i have to do everything i can to help the baby feel better. i feel so bad about it and i gotta make the baby happy somehow; except i am REALLY bad at interacting with children and have no idea how to act around them normally. anyway, earlier i woke up to the sound of my little niece screaming because she accidentally hurt her arm and she wouldn't let anyone put a bandaid on it bc she was scared. which fair, i get it, it's scary.

i decided that i wanted to somehow get her to stop screaming though bc it was loud so i walked up to her and she immediately stopped screaming out of confusion (lol) bc i rarely ever leave my room, and i got down to her level and just stared at her. of course i tried to look nice by smiling but i straight up didn't know what to say so i just stared. she stared back and i went "hey, its ok. stop crying." and left back to my room when she just kept staring at me silently (she doesnt talk yet), which i guess is a win if she stopped crying.

apparently that was weird to her mom and she told me to be more normal about it. i told her that if it worked it worked, but she still didn't like it cause it was freaky apparently. which i kind of get but i'm 4'10" with dorky ass glasses i don't think i'm that scary, i'm just socially awkward. maybe she's just worried that her kid will pick up on the habit and while it sounds funny it probably isn't good. kinda feel bad about it so idk if i'm gonna do that again either way but i'm curious

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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kodared · 1 year

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☆ Welcome home Neighbor~! ☆

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Human Reader x Welcome Home!

Frank tries his best to guide you, but Home sees all.

Chapter 12/?

Word Count: 6,129 out of 41,493

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You and Frank sat together on the hard and cold synthetic wood flooring of Homes replica for what felt like hours before Frank was finished removing all of Homes twine from underneath your skin. By the time he finished, you noticed tears had started to stream down your face and your teeth bit down on his bowtie hard enough to give you a headache.

After you were able to control your breathing a bit better, you raised a shaky hand to remove Frank's bowtie from your mouth and set it on the ground, you looked at Frank, giving a silent apology for messing up his tie before he gave a pity chuckle and spoke,

“Don't worry about it. I have plenty of others just like it, Now. What happened Y/N?..”

His voice sounded warm and comforting as he moved out of his crouching position to sit beside you, his hand resting in the center of your back in a way that told you he was there to listen.

Your eyes tried to look anywhere but him as you recalled the memories of being trapped for what felt like an eternity, hell, it may have been eternity. You had no concept of puppet aging anyways, Frank could have literally spent years looking for you and you wouldn't know the difference.

“...How long have I been here?..” Frank took a deep breath and made a pensive face as he thought,

“If I had to guess I would say a few Hours at least. Why do you ask?” You groaned and pulled your aching knees up to rest your head on them, your arms shaking as you desperately tried to will your body to obey what you were pleading it to do.

“Because I feel like I’ve been here for fucking years.”

You could feel Frank's hand stop moving on your back for a moment at your swearing, if he was going to tell you off for your foul language he clearly stopped himself. If you could find the strength to do so you would laugh at his reaction.

“..In all seriousness. Time doesn't feel real here. One minute I was in Wallys' living room feeling my skin seething, and the next minute, I'm here. Stuck to a chair with a body that won't even move when I want it to.”

Your hands moved to hold your head as you repositioned yourself to be turned more to face Frank, you desperately needed his logical comfort right about now, but he even seemed to be at a loss for words.

Frank, however, kept his hand moving in comforting circles on your back despite his lack of words for a minute, before speaking again.

“...So you don't know how you got here either?..”

You removed your hands from your face as you looked up at him finally, only to see his face as a mixture of confusion as he was lost in thought. “If I had to guess, I would say Home brought me here. They said something about making me a part of the neighborhood, and they went to a different room. Then I felt dizzy, and woke up here.”

You groaned as you kept speaking,

“...But I would also have to guess they left me here as a punishment of some sort. This was the building I originally… broke into.. That made me appear in your neighborhood to begin with.”

You turned your gaze to Frank again, now curious how he got here. “...How’d you get here anyways?.. Did Home send you?”

You couldn't help the way your eyebrows furrowed in slight distrust, while you doubt Home sent Frank to get you, it didn't hurt to be suspicious. Especially given your circumstances. If Frank was offended at your slightly distrustful look, he hid it well, he even seemed angry at the mention of Homes name.

“Absolutely not. I was actually sent on a Rescue mission of sorts for you, And got transported here Somehow.”

His story made sense, especially since he and Eddie were the last to see you before you marched off to Home yourself, what a mistake that was. With a sigh you pushed yourself to stand, your shaky legs not doing you any favors.

“Well, we’re not gonna get anywhere sitting here, I think I'm good to walk now anyways..” Frank still looked concerned despite you assuring him you could walk, but he let it be for the time being. He nodded reluctantly and stood to his feet, making sure to grab the flashlight he had propped up before leaving with you leading the way. As Frank expected, when he went to open the front door from the inside it didn’t budge. He turned to face you,

“I got in through a Broken window, looks like that will be our Exit.”

You didn’t have much say in the matter so you nodded and followed Frank out of the shattered window. Your shoes grind against the glass on the floor before hoisting yourself out with Frank's help.

Once you both were safely out of the Replica Home, Frank quickly shined the light at your hands to make sure you didn’t get scraped before speaking and focusing forward,

“…So you’ve been here before, any ideas on how to get out?.. Eddie and the others should be waiting for us,”

You followed closely beside Frank as he spoke, looking around at the scattered papers and various boxes idly to occupy your mind.

“Well… When I first came to the neighborhood it was like.. I fell?.. It was weird, everything felt like it was spinning and I felt the floor cave in,”

You left out the feeling of being watched as you felt a shiver go down your spine just thinking of it. Frank seemed none the wiser to your discomfort as he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts before speaking again.

“Do you remember where exactly you felt this way?..”

You thought long and hard before looking at your surroundings to see if you recognized anything, which was proving to be hard to do with Frank holding the one and only flashlight you both had.

“It would help if I could actually see, and while I'm thinking about it Frank, where did you get that Flashlight?”

Last time you were here you found no sign of Lights, much less a flashlight. Even if Home could alter and warp memories you feel like Home wouldn't wipe something from your memory as small as a flashlight.

Frank looked a bit confused from what you could see in the light reflecting off of his face before he had a look of realization cross his mind as he moved to hand you the flashlight.

“I found it when I first entered, I tripped on a box and opened it to reveal a few others along with it.”

You gave Frank a hum of acknowledgment and shined the light near a wall instead of in Infront of you where it once was pointing. If there were going to be any clues as to where you where, they would be on the walls. You distinctly remember being in the director's office before you ran and passed out, so that would be what you looked for first.

You kept a close eye on Frank to make sure he was following you as you walked closer and along the walls of the building, only rarely having to deviate from the path if there was a stray box in front of you.

Before long your shoes ground against what felt to be shattered glass, which raised suspicion inside of you, making you stop in your tracks. Frank was quick to catch onto your concern,

“What's wrong?.. Why did we stop, do you recognize anything?”

…You didn't respond.

Your memories felt hazy as you desperately clamored for your memories. Broken glass should signal the entrance of the building or at least a window.

…But there was nothing in front of you but more concrete floors and walls engulfed in a sea of black.

“…This feels wrong.”

You finally turned to look over your shoulder to see Frank, his eyes meeting yours as he looked confused as to what you meant, you continued without him having to ask.

“..The front of the building, when I entered originally, had broken glass at the entrance. But as we can both see..”

You shined the flashlight forward once more, only emphasizing the pitch-black space that surrounded you both, and seemed to stretch on forever.

“There is no exit in sight, hell there isn't even a window or skyligh..-”

Pointing the flashlight up towards the ceiling you cut yourself off in shock, Frank hadn't seemed to look up yet as he moved to put his hand on your shoulder,

“Y/N..? Whats..-”

“Be quiet.”

You shushed him quickly as you motioned your head for him to look up, the sight making him take a sharp inhale.

The ceiling wasn't normal, anyone could notice that, especially you and Frank. While there were still studio lights and rafters, it seemed they weren't held on by any old wires or scaffolding left around.

Red threads were holding them.

All with varying colors and sizes, they twisted around the broken electronics pathetically. Some looked as if they had rusted around the threads from how long they had been neglected.

“...We need to get out of here, and fast.”

You spoke quietly and urgently as you began slowly backing up, your other hand motioning for Frank to do the same. The red threads overtook the majority of the ceiling as you looked repulsed at how they overtook the old lights.

Homes influence must have spread to this place after you left, or maybe you never left Home at all. In your mind this could all very well be another one of Homes tricks, but if it was why was Frank here?..

Your thoughts came to a halt as you were caught up in staring at the ceiling, you failed to notice the threads that now snaked their way to the floor. Successfully tripping Frank and making you stumble.

Frank suppressed a yelp as he watched the thread that was once pulled taught to trip him wrapped around his ankle like a boa constrictor.

“Y/N!..”

Frank didn't have to call for your help for long before you quickly pivoted on your heel to pull him up, your other foot stomping at the thread that came from the ceiling all the way to the floor, aiming to snap it.

Frank winced as he felt the string merge deeper with his fabric skin before it stopped and finally broke free from his ankle. You held Frank's hand tightly as you quickly ran away from the threads.

The threads spread through the facility for miles it seemed, with you and Frank stumbling as you both tripped on various strings and papers scattered on the floor.

Right when your running seemed all for nothing, you quickly felt a feeling of deja vu hit you like a truck as you passed a wall. Shining your light you could see a door that read,

“Directors Office.”

Without a second thought, you stopped running. Making Frank trip for a second before you quickly pulled him steady, turning around to see the threads that hung from the ceiling, they swayed like loose spider silk.

“Frank. This is where it happened,”

Frank looked panicked and confused, his breath frantic as he desperately tried to speak, his hand tugged at yours, beckoning you to keep running.

“Wh-.. What are you talking about?!.. We-.. We need to get away from the threads,”

You squeezed Frank's hand in an attempt to calm his anxiety, you could feel him growing more and more anxious, but you knew this was where you originally fell into the neighborhood.

Now you just needed a Spark to get you there.

Without much thought, you let go of Frank's hand and unscrewed the lens from the Flashlight. The small bulb inside felt warm against your hand as you held the top of the flashlight and dropped to your knees, Frank looked confused and downright sick as he stared at the threads that now snaked their way over to you both.

You looked up at the strings and grabbed Frank's hand, you readjusted your grip on the cheap flashlight as you slammed the lightbulb directly onto the concrete with a few papers nearby.

A small spark flew from the broken bulb and the glass shattered with a sickening crunch. Thankfully, it doesn't take much for old papers to catch fire. The fire quickly spread to the threads that were now inches away from you and Frank and you both watched as they recoiled and the floor suddenly felt weak.

“...What just happe..!-”

Before Frank could speak, the floor released below the both of you. The last thing you saw was Frank holding tightly onto your hand as you both fell and hit something soft.

…

….

The only sound that could be heard over your ringing ears was your own heavy breathing. So you kept your eyes shut and continued to squeeze Frank's hand.

…

….

After a few minutes, you finally opened your eyes and you felt Frank's hand still intertwined with yours, and his heavy breathing was now slowed down. You both were calming down and coming to terms with reality.

Frank was the first to sit up, not that you particularly minded. You kept your tired eyes on the dim sky, it seemed to be nighttime, Frank also was looking at the sky thoughtfully as he calmed down.

“...So that was.. Your world?”

You chuckled softly as you sat up and finally let go of Frank's hand, you both seemed to be in a field, much similar to the one you found yourself in when you first arrived.

“Pretty much, though there weren't as many threads last time,”

Frank gave a hum of an acknowledgment as he turned to look at you, his frown now being a small smile as he seemed to try to lighten the mood.

“I don't think I like it as much as my world to be honest,”

You let out a laugh and stood on your shaky legs, offering Frank a hand as you helped him get up.

“You could say that again, now, didn't you say Eddie and them were waiting for us?..”

Frank looked embarrassed that he of all people had forgotten, he quickly began walking in the direction of the neighborhood.

“Indeed I did, we must tell them you are safe. Wouldnt want to keep them worried.”

The dim moonlight lit your path as you followed Frank, not wanting to get lost in the forest this late. Thankfully Frank seemed to be quite knowledgeable on how to traverse the terrain, he led you back to the entrance of town with no problems.

…However, one thing struck you as concerning.

All of the lights were off. Granted there weren't many to begin with, but Howdy almost always kept the porch light on, even if the shop was closed, as did Eddie.

But both were off.

Even Frank looked a bit shocked as you glanced over at him. He stared at Eddie's shop before shaking his head and looking toward his house.

“Eddie probably just went back to my house for the night. I'm sure he's alright,”

You nodded and followed Frank in the direction of his house, keeping your eyes averted from Home and sticking ever so slightly closer to Frank due to your anxiety.

Frank didn't seem to mind. But as you looked over at Home out of sheer curiosity, you saw Homes eyes were shut. Similar to the way they were in your world.

You felt uneasy. So without much thought, you walked into Frank's house and practically collapsed onto the couch, Frank just stood in the doorway.

“...Normally Eddie would be asleep on the couch by now..”

You watched as Frank closed the door and looked at his coat rack beside the door, seeing no sign of Eddie's mailbag or Hat.

“...Maybe he's with Barnaby or the others,”

You tried to provide any consolation to where he went, you tried not to think or mention how he could be with Wally right now. You both knew Wally was under Homes control.

Before Frank could respond to you, someone knocked at the door. Making you flinch and Frank even jumped a little before composing himself and opening the door.

“Ah.. Hello Sally.”

Frank spoke with a small smile, and as you leaned on the couch to get a glimpse of Sally, something didn't feel right.

You could have sworn her Blue eye wasn't always open.

“Hello Hello, Frank!.. I just came to invite you and Y/N to the Play that's happening tonight!”

Frank's smile slowly drooped back into his usual frown, looks like he also knew something was wrong with Sally.

“...I thought you normally give a Weeks Notice to your plays?.. Wally scolded you last time for ruining his painting schedule.”

Sally seemed to stall for a moment, like a computer that lost its connection before speaking through stuttered words.

“W..Well!.. I just wanted to throw a surprise Play for the new neighbor!”

Sally pointed in your direction, making you sink further into the plush couch cushions as Frank looked at you and scowled a little at Sally.

“They’re not staying Sally, you and I both know we have to get them home. Now, if you'll excuse..-”

As Frank moved to shut his door, Sallys' shoe stood in the way of the door shutting fully. Her eyes wide now with her smile only growing, as she stepped further into Frank's house, you could both see the swirls that overtook her eyes. Your breath caught in your throat as Sally looked right at you and pushed past Frank.

“Oh don't be Silly!.. They're even wearing the proper clothes for the occasion.”

You quickly stood from the couch and moved to put distance between yourself and the eccentric theatre fanatic. You knew very well that your outfit was similar to Wallys', you never changed out of the pants Howdy had given you.

You were starting to feel as if that was intentional.

You looked at Frank with a pleading expression, silently begging him to help before he grabbed Sallys' shoulder and stopped her from walking any closer.

“Home. This is no way to go about things.”

Sallys' breath caught in her throat as she craned her neck uncomfortably to the side to glare at Frank, her smile now looking strained and fake as her eye twitched.

“Home? How silly Frank. Im, not Home.”

Frank flinched as Sally slapped his hand off of his shoulder before briskly walking out of his house. Her shoes clicked against the brick porch Frank had.

“I expect you both to be at the Play in 10 minutes. You wouldn't want to leave the Cast with an empty house would you?”

At her final words, you and Frank both watched as the door seemed to close on its own. You didn't notice it but Frank did, Frank saw the red strings that came from Sallys' fingers and pulled the door shut.

Frank now knew where Eddie and the others were.

“Y/N... We need to get some things from Howdys shop. We wouldn't want to go to the play without Flowers?.. Right?”

You were confused for a moment before Frank did an ever so subtle wink and opened his front door to go to howdys store, Home was eavesdropping and Frank knew it.

“Uh... Yeah, I think I remember Howdy getting more.. Tulips and roses in a few days ago..”

You followed Frank out of the house and walked to Howdys shop, the porch light being off still shaking you to your core. You hoped Howdy was okay.

Frank didn't say anything as he moved to an aisle containing different scissors and wire cutters. He motioned for you to gather a few items yourself, you of course listened.

You walked down a few aisles, you felt bad you couldn't pay Howdy, but you guessed helping him out was just as much of a payment as anything else. So without much thought, you picked up a pair of scissors.

Just as you were about to exit the aisle, you saw something that caught your eye.

A small spindle of Red thread, one similar to Homes own, just without the sentience attached to it of course.

You grabbed it and shoved it in your pocket before meeting back up with Frank at the entrance.

“Are you ready to go see Sallys' play?”

Frank had a worried look on his face despite his voice sounding confident with a tinge of joyful energy behind it. You could tell his voice was a facade, but his eyes told you everything.

“As ready as ill ever be.”

Frank hummed in acknowledgment and left Howdys shop, you followed closely behind as you approached Sallys' house.

Her studio lights in front of the house were on, you assumed it was a signal there was a play in progress as you heard various laughs and music playing inside.

Frank looked sick to his stomach as he moved to knock on Sallys' door, Frank's knuckles hadnt even touched the wooden door before it swung open revealing Eddie.

Eddie slumped over and engulfed Frank in a tight hug as Frank let out a happy gasp,

“Eddie!.. Why are you at Sallys?.. Your normally asle-..”

As Frank moved to pull away from Eddies hug, he found that Eddie wasn't letting go. You and Frank looked at Eddie as he slowly lifted his head,

His smile looked strained and his eyes bore swirls.

Frank's breath caught in his throat in fear as he desperately tried to squirm out of Eddies tight grip, to no avail. From Eddie's hands emerged Bright Red threads that quickly wrapped around Franks arms successfully restraining him like a spider.

Before you could move to help Frank, you felt two sets of hands on your shoulders and arms.

You didn't dare to look up before you felt your consciousness fade.

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Your head throbbed as you slowly woke, waking with a gasp as you tried to stand from the chair you had been placed in, only to find your arms and legs bound by a tight Red Rope.

Raising your aching head you could see a large theatre stage in front of you, most definitely belonging to Sally and her play that you had been invited to go see.

Which posed a bigger question, where was Frank?..

Looking around your general area it was hard to see anything but darkness. The room was empty apart from you and the folding chair that you had been strapped to. The dim lights that hung from the ceiling that pointed to the stage provided an ominous hum in the otherwise deadly quiet room.

Craning your neck back you tried desperately to see if there was any Exit, but before you could even get the chance. A loud squealing of metal was heard from the stage making your attention snap back to the large stage.

The loud squealing you heard was followed by the wooshing of the large red curtains that hung from the roof on a pulley system.

In the center of the Stage was the star of the Show. Wally Darling. Who stood bowing at you.

Wally rose slowly from his bow and clasped his hands together before he walked closer to you at the edge of the stage. His shoes clicked against the hardwood floors and echoed around the dark theater.

“Welcome Home Neighbor! So happy to see you could join us,”

You squirmed against the ropes that held tightly against your skin as you lurched forward towards Wally. Your face in a scowl as you practically seethed with anger.

“What did you do Home?! Wheres Frank!..”

Wally only laughed at your anger. A soft, melodic, and robotic laugh bounced off the walls and made the feelings of a headache blossom behind your eyes.

“My!.. You are quite good at jokes Neighbor. Maybe we could use that as your new passion!.. Yes, Yes I see it now! A comical jokester to go beside Barnaby! Oh how lovely,”

Wallys' words made no sense to you, other than a clear underlying message that you needed to escape and find the others. It was clear you were the only one with common sense and free will...

…You just hoped you could keep it.

Wally continued to mumble quietly to himself as he thought, you took advantage of his distraction as you tried to shuffle and see if you could reach your pockets, to no success.

Wally snapped out of his trance almost as quickly as it appeared, his hand motioning for someone behind you to move as he spoke.

“Ah well, that can all be settled in Due time!.. For now, We must prepare the next Scene for your arrival! Julie can assist with your Costuming!”

You felt a familiar hand on your arm as you felt your ropes being loosened, bracing yourself to take off running Wally seemed to think of this before you had the chance to put it into action.

His hand shoots out towards you and red threads quickly burned into your ankles making your head snap back as you bit back a groan from the pain. Your legs now felt asleep and numb, you assumed you couldn't move them.

Looking up as your ropes fell to the ground you could see Eddie and Julie, their faces blank apart from the pained smile they had and their blank eyes looking down at you.

“And of course, Eddie will assist in getting you there. Wouldnt want our new Neighbor running off would we?..”

Julie nodded as she moved out of the way and let Eddie lift you up bridal style. If you weren't in the current situation, you would say being held by Eddie felt somewhat comforting.

Eddie carried you out of the main theatre room, taking you to a small dressing room on the second floor of Sallys house before setting you down in a chair, he moved out of the way after he set you down while Julie looked through a few outfits.

“Julie.. Eddie?.. C'mon, help me out here..”

You tried so hard to move your legs, but they wouldn't budge. Whatever Home had used in his threading rendered them useless to your own commands.

Eddie looked down at you, and for a split second, you could have sworn you saw an ounce of guilt in his eyes before it was gone as quickly as it came.

Julie walked over to you with a few outfits before she moved to pick up a hairbrush and brush your hair from your face. You don't remember it getting messed up but it did come with the whole ‘kidnapped’ territory didn't it?

A memory of Julie quickly popped into your mind. Your hand moved to grab Julies wrist before she could brush your hair as you spoke to get her full attention.

“Julie.. Remember the Spa day you, me, and Wally had? Remember how you brushed my hair then too?..”

Julie's hand froze as she looked at you, her smile dropping a little bit as she zoned out at the memory, if Julie's mind could just break free of Homes grasp for one moment you might be able to free yourself.

Eddie's eyebrows creased as he moved to put a hand on Julie's shoulder to snap her out of it, but you stopped Eddie's movement as you spoke to him now.

“Eddie. Remember when you first met me and you had to grab me to stop my Running?.. Remember how confused you were?”

Eddie's hand stayed in the air for a moment above Julie's shoulder before he let out a small, barely audible chuckle. Your spirits quickly rose as you heard Eddie speak too,

“Ha... You.. Bumped into me.. Was late to deliver Poppys mail..”

You felt ecstatic. Your plan was working, and it was working well. You just had to speed up the process a bit before Home noticed and tried to put a stop to it.

“Yes!.. You both remember me.. Why are we here? How did you both get to Sallys?”

Julies hand went relaxed and the hairbrush clattered to the ground with a resounding clatter as the swirls in her eyes slowly blended into her naturally black eyes.

“..We were… Looking for..”

“Y/N…”

You felt like you could cry as Eddie looked at you with small tears in his eyes, Julie looked shocked as her hand went to her mouth.

“Y/N… Oh my god Y/N!..”

Julie practically fell on top of you as she hugged you, you tried your best to hug her back. Eddie put a comforting hand on your shoulder since Julie was taking up all the hugging room.

“Y/N.. Are you alright? What happened? Where we?..”

You wiggled one of your arms out of Julies suffocating grip as she giggled in delight so you could put it over Eddies. You nodded to confirm Eddie's question,

“Yeah... You both were under Homes… Spell? Whatever it is. You know what I'm talking about..”

You let out an airy chuckle as you looked up at Eddie, he still looked worried but he seemed happy to see you were doing alright.

“...Are the others alright’?..”

You gave Eddie a sad shrug,

“I don't know… I just woke up a few minutes ago in a theater with Wally telling me how I had to get ready for… Something?.. He sent the two of you to get my ‘costume’”

Julies giggling must have stopped sometime during you and Eddie talking because now she pushed herself away from you finally as she spoke,

“...And by Wally you mean Home?.. Right?”

You nodded,

“Well, then we oughta go find ‘em... There's no tellin’ what Homes got planned..”

You watched as Eddie and Julie took a few steps towards the door before glancing back at you, clearly confused why you weren't following,

You let out a small chuckle,

“Yeah well… One problem with that… I can't move my legs, Home did something with their thread things and now I can't even feel them..”

Eddie looked worried as he walked over and carefully picked up one of your ankles, sure enough, it went completely limp after he dropped it to the floor. You really don't know what he expected to happen but it's not like you assumed he knew much about human anatomy anyways.

“Well, that just won't do… Lemme see if I can..”

Eddie once again picked you up, this time in a much more comforting scenario than before, and you let him. You would happily take being carried by Eddie over stumbling around any day. These puppets were like big stuffed pillows when it came to hugs and such.

…How was he so strong though?..

“This should do until we can get those Threads outta ya!”

You nodded and looked at Julie who was now beside you and Eddie as you all walked out of the dressing room.

“...Thank you, Eddie”

You mumbled quietly for only him to hear, it's not that you were shy by any means, you were just trying to be quiet in case Home could hear.

“.. It's no problem Neighb..- Y/N,”

Eddie corrected himself once he accidentally called you Neighbor, not that you minded being called neighbor much. If it wasn't for Home being controlling as all hell, you may even consider becoming an official neighbor here.

…Not that you would ever admit that of course.

Julie spoke up from the silence quietly, seeming to pick up on the fact that Home could be listening as you traversed down a hallway on the upper floor of Sallys' house.

“..Where should we look first?”

Eddie seemed to have an idea as he looked down the upcoming staircase,

“...We should go back to the Theater, Y/N, You said Home was trying to do some sort of Play?..”

You gave Eddie a confirming nod and he sighed before continuing to speak,

“Well then, looks like that's where we gotta go. Keep yer’ eyes peeled for Frank, he knows the most about Homes threads.”

With one final confirmation from both you and Sally, you all began walking down the stairs before taking a sharp turn and facing the broad doors of the theater she had in her home.

You could feel Eddie take a shaky breath, and disregarding your wonder about how a puppet can breathe, you also prepared yourself for what lay ahead.

Eddie pushed the heavy doors open, and almost as if a wire had been tripped the large lights that hung from the ceiling brightened the stage ahead.

…And in the middle stood Wally.

The scene that lay behind him looked to be a repurposed Romeo and Juliet set, with a large Moon in the corner that was hung with scaffolding where Sally currently lay atop of.

Despite your concern for Sally, you focused on Wally and watched as his smile looked wider at the entrance of you and the others.

“Ah!.. My esteemed guests have returned!.. StageHands?.. Do show them to their seats.”

Before you could even think about his words, Eddie stumbled forward and you all turned around to see Frank and Poppy ushering Eddie, Julie, and of course, you, inside.

The doors snapped shut as you all backed up with a resounding boom, only furthering your feelings of anxiety until you felt a few items almost fall out of your pocket.

Your hand quickly reached to grab them before they fell. You could feel the spindle of thread and your small pair of scissors, Home didn't seem to notice them yet thankfully.

In the commotion you tuned out Eddies panicked words that he spoke to Frank in a desperate attempt to free him from Homes control. Julie as well looked like she was about to cry as Poppy ushered her inside with a blank face, which was eerie coming from the usually happy mother hen.

Wally spoke from the stage.

“Haha, What a lively audience we have today!.. Now. Neighbor,”

You could feel your wrists burning as you felt something wrap around them from the ceiling. Quickly hoisting you up from Eddie's grip as he fumbled and desperately tried to protect you from Home. His arms however were quickly restrained by Frank.

You didn't have much time to focus on the others due to the fact you were rapidly approaching the stage. Wally dropped you on the stage with a thump before he moved back two steps and bowed, his face looking serious.

But also ecstatic.

“I'm positively thrilled to invite you to our Neighborhood, However, I must ask.. Do you have a preferred color?..”

You moved your hair from your eyes as you looked up from your crouched position. Your legs still not listening to your aching pleas to run.

“What the hell are yo..- I want to go Home. To my Home.”

You felt angry. You felt wronged. All you wanted was to go and have some fun with your friends, and now youve been caught in a different world, with a demonic house.

Home seemed to underestimate your anger issues.

“Well no matter, I suppose green is just as good of a color as any.. Sally!.. Could you grab the Needl-..”

Home couldnt get out another word as you quickly grabbed the scissors from your pocket,

And threw them at his arm.

The room was silent apart from your panting. You felt so tired. If Home really wanted to try and forcefully make you a part of his hivemind, he would have to learn very fast just how determined humans could be when it came to free will.

Home stared at you with wide eyes before slowly reaching to grab the scissors that lodged into his arm, pulling it out in one swift motion. Stuffing fell on the floor, and as you looked up you could see that Sally now no longer had her wide smile.

Turning around you saw Frank and Poppy looking at Wally with a almost horrified expression. It seemed that worked to snap them out of Homes trance.

You felt a hand on your neck before you could fully turn around. Threads quickly came from the ceiling to suspend you in the air as Home pulled back his hand, and now held a small Build-a-bear type, plush heart.

“Nice try Neighbor.”

You clamped your eyes shut and braced for anything. You could hear Frank and the others behind you quickly standing to try to stop Home…

…You also heard two sets of feet rapidly approaching from one of the side wings of the stage.

Opening your eyes you were met with the sight of Howdy landing a swift punch to Wallys' face. Sending him to the other side of the stage, the threads seemed to glitch for a moment before dropping you, Howdy was quick to catch you and help you up with his other hands.

“Don't you dare lay a hand on them.” ----------

RAAAH ITS FINALLY DONE.

oh my god. this chapter is by far the longest out of this whole fanfic, and rightfully so Theres so much content in this one and im so happy with how it turned out, next chapter is the conclusion you've all been waiting for

As always im on Ao3! I cant wait to write the finales for this fanfic insert devious smile

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Indulge (sex and zombies-chapter 6)

pairing- {Rick x fem!reader} and {Daryl x fem!reader} separately... for now. hehe

summary- It's just not the same.

warnings- 18+ content. MDNI!! , smut with multiple partners.

You woke up in your own bed. Realizing that Rick must have carried you back before morning. It wasn't a surprise to see him working in the field after he promised to spend the day with you. But it was still disappointing.

You took the day off anyway. No one even noticed that you weren't outside working or tending to laundry. Well except Daryl.

Daryl's attitude had changed over the few months on the road. He used to be so snarky all the time, in Atlanta and on the farm. Picking fights with you and teasing you mercilessly. But as of late something switched. He was starting to act all… sweet. Like he actually sort of wanted to be friends. Kind of. And you couldn't say you didn’t enjoy it. For the first while, when you were distracting yourself from a mentally unhinged Rick, the sex was amazing. Being with Daryl was the perfect form of escapism.

Then when Rick finally moved in on you, it seemed like things with Daryl would eventually fall off. Except… for whatever reason, it never completely did.

“What are you doin?” He asked you as he approached the makeshift pantry that you’d been eyeing for way too long.

“I’ve got the munchies,” you pouted. There really wasn’t much to eat. Rick had mentioned plans for a run happening at the end of the week. And that you’d all have to be diligent on portioning everything until then.

“Come here,”

Daryl grabbed your hand and walked you to his cell. His crossbow in pieces on the desk, like he was in the middle of cleaning it. He dug around his bag for a minute and pulled out a red plastic baggy.

Twizzlers.

No fucking way.

Your eyes widened and he couldn’t help but smirk. As you grabbed for them, he lifted the bag higher and out of reach.

“It’s gonna cost you though,”

You raised your eyebrows. “Really?”

“Mhm. These weren't an easy find, you know.”

A moment of silence passed while you tried to read him.

“I'm sure we can come to some sort of a deal, don't you?” You gave him a coy look. Looking up at him and pushing your chest out, ever so subtly.

He got the hint, glancing up and down your body quickly.

“As much as I would love that right now, I kinda had something else in mind,”

“Like what?” you asked, genuinely curious as to what would ever make a man turn down the opportunity to get his dick wet.

“Follow me.”

And with that he brushed past you and started off towards another area of the prison.

So you followed. You started off by going in the direction of the break room that Rick had made up for you. But Daryl took a turn halfway and led you down a hall to a supply closet.

There were cleaning products filling the shelves. Brooms and rags and mops.

You raised your eyebrows again.

“You want me to clean?”

“I was��hoping you could paint.” He pointed at a cardboard box on the bottom shelf. You opened it up to find paint supplies. Brushes and rollers.

“Paint what?” you looked up at him.

“Little ass kicker’s room. I was thinking it would be a nice gesture. With Rick being all… you know. I just- I don’t know. Thought it’d be nice for her to have a real nursery. And I can't paint for shit so...”

Your smile gave you away.

“What?”

“That’s really sweet Daryl.”

He grunted. And grabbed the box, and led the way back to the main cells. Towards the one with the crib in it.

He told you that you had ‘creative freedom’ with it. Not that you were extremely creative. But you tried your hardest. There was a surprising amount of paints and colours that were able to be mixed up and create a rather impressive, prison cell, nursery mural. At least in your opinion.

Daryl sat on the bunk bed and handed you a piece of licorice every now and then. He talked about the traps he’d set up in the woods outside of the yard. And some other things he thought that Rick should prioritize around the prison. With your focus on the wall, he chatted away, despite his regularly quiet nature. It was refreshing to hear him talk with no real point of the conversation. Just out of boredom.

“What do ya think?” you finally asked him, pointing your paint brush up at the paint covered cement.

He nodded.

“Looks good. Think Rick will like it?”

“I think so… ” You turned back to the wall and inspected your artwork. Not bad for your first mural.

Rick would love it. Even if he didn't really like the art, he'd like it just because you painted it.

The hands on your waist made you jump slightly. You turned your head back and Daryl immediately caught your lips with his own. Spinning yourself around, you dropped your brush on the ground, cold paint splattered onto your bare feet. But Daryl didn't notice or care and his hand went to the back of your neck, pulling you in.

A small part of you wanted to run. To tell him that you shouldn't. To go find Rick and beg him for another escape to the break room. You thought about his arms and his hands and his lips against your skin.

But for whatever reason you leaned into Daryl’s touch as he backed you both up against the bunk bed. Following his queues and climbing on top of him in between fast and messy kisses. When you felt his noticeable hard on grind up against you, a quiet moan escaped his mouth. You grabbed at his buckle, and pushed his jeans down just enough to allow you the access you needed. You pulled your panties to the side and sank down on him slowly. A gasp leaving your mouth as you did. He swore under his breath and started moving, bucking up into you. Your dress was bunched up above your ass. His hands pulled you down and created a rhythm that you both found gratifying. Your orgasm started to build and you realized that it would be quick. It was something you two had perfected all those nights that you were longing for a married man, when Daryl was the only one who could even attempt at filling the void.

And when he came with your name on his lips you couldn't help but feel a little guilty when Rick’s almost escaped yours.

Daryl always got the job done. He’d made you come more times than you could count. But there wasn't a void to be filled anymore. You had Rick now.

And Rick could just look at you right and have your legs buckling. Being with him always made your head feel cloudy and your skin feel hot. Time seemed to slow down at his touch.

It just wasn't the same.

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“You did this?” Rick held Judith in his arms and looked over at you, at the doorway of the cell.

You nodded. “It was Daryl's idea really.”

“I'll have to thank him.”

You approached him and admired the mural together.

An orangey yellow sunset overlooked a field with a white house and a barn off to the side. Hershel’s farm. That's what you'd painted. Or tried to anyways. It wasn't gallery worthy by any means. But it was pretty, and it did resemble the farm.

“I think she’ll love it.” Rick put Judith down to sleep and then tugged you gently away from the room.

In the isolated break room bed, Rick’s hand trailed up your bare skin, tickling your side and sending tingles down your spine. Your eyelids were already heavy.

“I’m sorry I didn't spend the day with you,” he spoke softly, further adding to your relaxed state.

“It's okay,” You tried to hide your disappointment. “You're a busy man. Lots of responsibilities. Things to take care of…”

He thought for a moment and nodded. He saw through you though.

“I’m sure I could have found a way to keep busy here though. Taking care of something else…” His fingers trailed back down and rested on your waist. You shuddered slightly. It was your turn to nod.

“So make it up to me.” you whispered and stared into his pretty blue eyes, looking over at you with an unmistakable desire.

“I will,” he grabbed your waist, pulling you on top of him so that his lips grazed yours. “I promise.”

You leaned in and kissed him. Accepting his apology the best way you knew how. Your body melted into his as his hands grabbed at your skin and his mouth moved against your own. He took ahold of your hips, and ground you against his lap, earning a muted moan.

Whatever it was that he had to make up for, you had forgotten by the time he was inside of you. He pulled your hips down to meet his thrusts and kissed his way up your neck, making sweet little marks that threatened to show in the morning.

Maybe you were in a trance. Spellbound or something. It was the only reasonable explanation.

He had you wrapped around his finger, and tangled in his bedsheets, and there was absolutely nothing that felt as good as that.

#daryl dixon x y/n #rick grimes smut #daryl dixon x reader #rick grimes fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon smut #rick grimes x y/n #rickyl #smut #twd fanfiction #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes #daryl dixon #sexandzombies #sinsandsweetness

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I'M ALIVE (BARELY) !! Work is kicking my ass. Also, lots of things went wrong for me this morning, but they all worked out in the end ?? Like I forgot to set my alarm, had to bring my mom's phone to her job bc she forgot it, my bus ended up running late because the doors would get stuck at stops. But I woke up on time, caught the bus after taking the phone, and made it early to work because the bus forgot to take the detour? My luck is insane (thanks Mammon.)

ANYWAY, i can no longer contain my thoughts about Mammon x Solomon x Mc. I'm just imagining my mc and Solomon who are both very curious, and love messing around with potions at purgatory hall, and finding alternatives to rare ingredients. This has definitely gone wrong a bunch of times (most days without a potion incident: 4)

and I'm imagining Mammon tagging along bc he misses mc and is jealous that Sol is taking up their time, but denies all claims - "I'm assigned to protect ya, ain't I?" "From Solomon?" "W-Well, he's a shady sorcerer!"

He sits on the floor by mc's feet, and will fetch them things because he can't say no to them. But he spends so much time listening to them brainstorm, he starts learning and will chime in randomly. Mc and Sol who are stuck on what to add, Mammon drops something in there, and they're both horrified until they realize the potion is perfect now. He just has a little database in his mind of what to add to something, and rare ingredients that the two wish they could get their hands on.

Thinking about Mammon doing a favor for a witch and she tells him to pick anything in her collection since she's low on money. He was about to be angry when he saw an ingredient that they've both been complaining is rare and hard to find. He asks the witch for that and then brings it to the two. He acts all nonchalant about it, trying to brush it off. Mc tackles him, meanwhile Solomon is in awe and staring with a twinkle in his eye.

Now Mammon starts requesting trades with witches, for a lower portion of grimm. Gets ingredients he knows they dream about, because the way mc and sol will get all giddy after he presents them with his earnings makes his stomach flip (he will never admit this)

"This is missing something" Solomon

"Yeah but I can't figure out what" MC

"Have you tried *insert seemingly common ingredient that doesn't work for most things*" Mammon

"But no one uses that, it's why we're always stuck with it" MC

"Couldn't hurt to try. See, watch." Mammon.

"WAIT, MAMMON DON'T- ... IT WORKED!?" Mc/Sol

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"MAMMON HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET THIS, IT ONLY BLOOMS ONCE EVERY 100 YEARS" mc

"Dunno, got it from a random witch. Said she didn't need it. *spent two hours haggling with said witch*"

"...am I in love?" Solomon, reevaluating life

"Eh? What are ya mumbling about? If you're gonna thank me, I want it loud and clear!"

my crack ship <3 they mean everything to me. I caved and hunted down the plushies of them on ebay too. ALSO I GOT TWO OF MY COMMISSIONS BACK AND I'M 😭 they're perfect !!! I'm so so happy with them. Literally the lock screen is beautiful bc it's me and mammon cuddling (HIS MUSCLES CC!! IM DYING) and it looks like it was taken by like asmo or something who walked in to wake us up.

i think I'm also a hopeless romantic, I'm just scared of confronting my feelings lol (you're right in that it is worth it, I just need to figure out how to be brave </3). I throw myself into romance books and fanfics. Vaguely related, thinking about coffee shop au with barista!Mammon and college student!Solomon.

OKAY SORRY IM DONE RAMBLING 😭 HAVE A GOOD DAYYYY

- ✨ anon

Wow that does sound like a crazy morning!! I'm glad it all worked out, though~ Mammon is totally watching out for you!

OKAY but all of that sounds exactly like Mammon! I mean, he's super smart, he just doesn't usually bother to apply himself to anything. So it totally makes sense that he'd just pick up things because he's spending time with MC and Solomon. And then of course he's gonna end up seeing rare ingredients and being like, okay yeah I'm taking that. That all sounds absolutely adorable~

I'm curious about whether or not Solomon and Mammon would make a pact in this situation? I mean, if it's both of them and your MC that are in the relationship, do you think they would? Do you think Solomon would move past his obsession with getting a pact with Lucifer and end up in one with Mammon instead?

I always felt like Solomon doesn't really get Mammon, you know? But that doesn't mean he can't learn. And oh man, Solomon is such a tease and Mammon is so not good at being teased lol. That idea is giving me so many entertaining images, I can't even handle it.

Anyway, I'm totally here for it! It sounds really cute~

I'm so glad you're happy with your comms!!! They sound amazing!

And don't worry, you'll figure it out. I don't know how old you are, but I suspect you have plenty of time! It's a balancing act, you know? It's important to be honest with yourself about your feelings without letting them control you. But it's easier to decide what to do about them if you know what they are. Anyway, not to get all philosophical over here lol. I think the key is to find someone you want to be brave for, you know?

AUGH I love coffee shop aus sooooooo much!!! I was very obsessed with the idea of barista!Mammon for a while, mostly because of a daily chat where he was working at a cafe and then got into a fight with customer. He's good at finances, so I think he could be pretty business minded if he wanted to be. So I was thinking about a situation where he owns his own cafe, but when the customers get rude with one of his fellow baristas, he gets into a fight with them lol. I hadn't really considered who that other barista was, but it could be MC.

Anyway, I could ramble about coffee shop aus all day because I love them aklsdlkfjdfjkl

I hope you have a lovely day/night, too!!

#starting to get on the SoloMams train over here #well I can ship any two characters #because I think everyone is compatible #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me mammon #obey me solomon #✨ anon #misc answers

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catierambles · 4 months

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Blood Moon Ch.5

Pairing: Syverson x Annalisa Caulfield (OFC)

Note: it's a longer one

The next few days passed in a haze of fantastic sex, the "honeymoon" phase of the relationship in full swing. Some days they spent all day in bed and she made him food whenever he woke up, having gotten something herself while he was asleep. He just figured she had a thing about eating in front of other people; one of his nephews had the same problem and took all his meals in his room.

The land her house was on was vast, a spacious garden lush with plants and flowers behind the house itself, separated from a wide field by a dark wrought iron fence. When they weren't going at it like rabbits, Sy took to doing his morning run around the grounds, Annalisa having breakfast and coffee waiting for him when he returned as he always ran on an empty stomach. They had managed to come up for air long enough for him to pack a small bag of clothes and toiletries at his place before returning to hers.

“You feelin' all right?” He asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Yeah, why?” She asked, giving him a curious look.

“You look a little pale, is all.”

“Sweetheart, I am pale.” She said and he snorted.

“Paler than normal.” She also had dark circles under her eyes and her face was looking a little gaunt, but he kept that to himself.

“Well I have been burning a lot of calories lately.” She said with a pointed look and he chuckled. “I feel fine, though. A little tired, but that's it. I have to go into Tell-Tale Heart tonight for work stuff, are you going to be okay by yourself for a few hours?”

“Not gonna invite me along?”

“You can if you want to, I just don't want you to be bored by yourself in a club of a subculture you're not a member of playing music you don't like while I kiss a potential financiers' ass.” She said and he thought it over for half a second.

“Good point.” He said, “I'll be fine. Why don't you go on and get some sleep? Wanna make a good impression on Money-Bags.”

“That's what concealer is for.” She said he snorted, shaking his head. “But I'll do that, I have a feeling it's going to be a long night anyway.” Getting up from her seat at the kitchen table, she pressed a kiss to the side of his head as she walked past, but paused and he felt her fingers at his neck as she leaned against him.

“Annie?”

“Fuck you smell good.” She said, bending slightly so she could run her nose along the side of his neck. Her lips touched his skin, tracing over his neck to the heavy pulse under his jaw and he shuddered. She suddenly pulled away from him as if he burned her, shaking herself slightly as she all but fled the kitchen.

“Babe?” He called after her, but she didn't answer so he got up, following her up to the bedroom. The room door was locked when he tried to open it so he knocked gently. “Annalisa, you okay?”

“Yeah, I'm fine!” She called back through the door. “I'm just gonna...get some sleep. Go eat your breakfast, I'm fine.”

“I'd believe you a helluva lot more if you unlocked the door.”

“Why don't you finish your breakfast and head home?” She suggested and he paused. “I'm not—I'm not kicking you out, but you may want to make an appearance so your landlord doesn't think you abandoned the place. Besides, I'm going to be asleep and I wouldn't want you to hang around the house bored while I'm dead to the world.”

“Yeah, alright.” Sy said, but despite her worlds and perfectly valid reasons, it still felt like she was kicking him out.

“Leave me your address and I'll head over when I'm done at the club, if you want me to.”

“Yeah, I'll text it to you.”

“Sy, I'm really not kicking you out, I promise.” She said and he walked away, heading back to the kitchen. His appetite was gone, so he dumped what was left of his breakfast in the trash, pouring the small amount of coffee left in the mug down the kitchen sink. Putting his boots on, he grabbed his keys, hesitating by the front door before he left, getting in his truck and driving away from the house. He'd get the rest of his things some other time.

He texted her his address when he got home, getting a simple heart emoji back in response, and sat down heavily on his couch, grabbing the TV remote and turning it on, flipping aimlessly through channels but not really watching anything. A knock at the front door brought him back to reality and he got up, throwing the remote on the couch. Opening the door, he leaned in the doorway, sighing heavily through his nose.

“What do you want?” He asked.

“Where were you the last few days?” Tiffany asked, folding her arms over her stomach.

“With my girlfriend, Tiffany, not that it's any business of yours.”

“I looked into her.”

“Okay.” He wasn't going to ask how she managed to do that knowing just her first name, as that wasn't the point.

“You know she works at a couple nightclubs downtown?”

“Owns, not works. She owns a couple nightclubs downtown.”

“Can I come in?”

“No.” He said but she pushed inside anyway making his jaw clench. “Get out, Tiffany.”

“Dating a nightclub owner? She's probably blowing guys in the backrooms.”

“Get out, Tiffany.” He ground out, his hand tightening around the door.

“Or letting drug dealers fuck her for her next fix.”

“Get out, Tiffany.” The wood creaked under his fingers.

“Really? Are you that fucking stupid?”

“Tiffany!” He snarled it, an inhuman timbre leaking into his voice, and she jumped. Letting go of the door, he approached her slowly, seeing her pulse jump her neck and the way she swallowed heavily, the smell of her fear flooding the room. “Get. Out.” She fled past him, running from the apartment, leaving the door open behind her and he stood there for a moment longer, breathing through it, forcing it back down again. Going over to the door, he made sure to focus so he didn't slam it and break something. Throwing the lock, he went into his bedroom, flopping face down on the bed and forcing his mind to go blank, heading into a fitful sleep.

It was night when he opened his eyes at the knock on his door and he hauled himself out of bed, heading through the dark apartment. Opening the door, he sighed.

"Hey." Annalisa said, "You didn't answer when I called, so I didn't know if I should come over or not."

"Was asleep."

"Do you...want me to go?" She asked, "Because I can--I can go if you want me to." He didn't say anything, taking her hands and pulling her into the apartment and into his arms, holding her against his chest after pushing the door closed. "Guess not." Sy buried his face in her neck, breathing in the woodsy smell she always carried. "You okay?"

"M'fine." He mumbled against her and pulled away, looking her over. She looked better than she had that morning; the healthy flush back to her cheeks, the dark circles under her eyes gone.

"Sy, I...did I hurt you this morning? Asking you to leave? I feel like I hurt you and I don't want that." She said.

"It's fine. Just wasn't expectin' it is all." He said, "You're lookin' better."

"It's amazing what good sleep will do for a person." She said and he pulled her against his chest again. "I stopped by the house before I came here, took off my makeup and got changed."

"You're beautiful." He said, "Don't matter what you're wearing or if you're dolled up."

"Come on, I woke you up and you look like you could sleep for another eight hours." She said and pulled away from him, taking his hand in hers. Nodding, he led her back to his bedroom and she kicked off her shoes as he got out of the jeans and T-shirt he had fallen asleep in, crashing back into bed in just his boxer briefs with a hand behind his head. She got in next to him, pressing against his side and he wrapped his arm around her, holding her close. “Ya know, for someone not a part of the subculture, you seem to have dipped your toes in it.” She ran her hand over his right pectoral, her fingers catching on the simple silver barbell adorning it.

“Lost a bet.” Sy said simply, “Liked the way it looked so I kept it.” There was a heavy knock on the door and he sighed, starting to sit up, but she pushed him back down again.

“I'll get it, you stay here.” She said and slid out of bed, heading for the door just as there was another knock. Opening it, she saw the two uniforms on the doorstep, arching a brow.

“Is Kyle Syverson home?” One asked.

“Hey, Sy.” She called over her shoulder, “You may actually want to get this, but put on pants first.” He came out of the bedroom a moment later, a pair of flannel sleep pants hanging low on his hips, running a hand over his shorn hair.

“What can I do for you?” He asked, standing next to her at the door. “Oh, hey Danny.”

“Hey, Sy.” The other said and his partner looked at him in question. “We were on the high school football team together. Sy, we got a report about you. Do you know Tiffany Stanwick?”

“Yeah, she's my ex.” Sy said, “Why?”

“Can we come in?” Danny asked and Sy reached over, flipping on the light.

“Come on in.” He said and they stepped aside to let them in. “What'd Tiffany do?”

“It's more what she's saying you did.” Danny said.

“Pardon?”

“Was she over here earlier?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you get into an altercation?”

“A fight? No, why?”

“Sy, she's...” He paused, “Sy, she's saying you attacked her. Physically."

“Excuse me?” Sy asked, putting his hands on his hips. “I raised my voice, but that's it. I didn't lay a hand on her.”

“Mr. Syverson,” The other officer said, “You said that Ms. Stanwick is your ex-girlfriend. What caused the breakup? Was it mutual?”

“She cheated on me while I was deployed.” Sy said.

“Sy enlisted in the Army right out of high school.” Danny said, “Heard you made Captain.”

“Yeah, Green Beret.” Sy said.

“Were you ever violent with her?”

“Never.”

“What about during the breakup?” Danny asked.

“I may have thrown somethin', but not at her.”

“What did you throw?”

“First thing in reachin' distance.” Sy said, “Tiffany came over earlier, she asked if she could come in, I told her no. She pushed into my apartment anyway. I told her multiple times to leave, she ignored me. She was insultin' me, insultin' my new girlfriend, so yeah, I yelled at her, but that's it. Didn't lay a hand on her.”

“And this is your new girlfriend?”

“Annalisa Caulfield.” She said, “Did Ms. Stanwick file the complaint herself, or was it filed on her behalf by a doctor?”

“She filed the complaint herself.”

“Did she say anything about having gone to the hospital for injuries?”

“No, ma'am.”

“Did you observe any visible injuries on her?”

“No, ma'am.”

“Did she mention that this supposed assault happened while she was committing a misdemeanor? Sy told her leave, she refused. At that point she was trespassing and Castle Laws are a thing in this state.”

“No, ma'am.”

“Then why are we having this conversation?”

“Just doing our due diligence, ma'am.”

“I'm aware.” Annalisa said, “But based on the fact that there's no physical evidence that Sy hurt her, no bruises, contusions, no medical reports and the fact that she was breaking the law when it was supposed to have happened, however minor, makes this a case of he said she said. Less than, with no physical evidence to back up her claim. I'm assuming you ran Sy's background before you came here. Does he have a history of violence?”

“No, ma'am.”

“Officer, you knew him when you were in high school, was he ever violent then?”

“Only aggressive on the football field, never off it.” Danny said.

“So again, why are we having this conversation?” Annalisa asked and they both paused.

“Have a nice night, Mr. Syverson, sorry to have bothered you.”

“Night, Sy.” Danny said and Sy walked them out, “A piercing? Really? Your momma know about it?”

“Get outta my apartment, Watkins.” He said and Danny cackled, Sy closing and locking the door behind them before turning to her. “You a club owner and a lawyer?”

“No.” She said with a snort, “Let's go back to bed.”

#henry cavill #captain syverson #blood moon

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loserley · 2 months

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The lies we've told this city..

pair: iso x gn! reader

warnings: mentions of cheating, a bit angsty maybe?

note: i have finaallly finished all of my pending works!! so heres an iso fic 4 yall!! i also turned 18 a few days ago :) i feel old LMAOO n my back hurts sm :'(

walking in the night sky, the moon watching every person's move, yet here you are, doing something you shouldn't. you and iso have been sneaking around for the past few months. By sneaking around, iso's been cheating on his significant other for you, you both know it's wrong but it feels so right. the only person who knows about this is sage and viper, you felt safe with them, for some reason the person iso is dating is not in the valorant protocol. everyone knew that iso is dating someone, so you two weren't being open at work.

hiding this wasn't so easy either, iso's partner visits the protocol often, and by often, i mean everyday. you couldn't believe that brimstone was allowing this considering the circumstances that she might face when someone attacks and so on.

"so, when are you gonna tell her?" you said, staring blankly at the sky then looking at iso. "i don't know." same old answer everytime, for some reason, iso feels the need to have two partners at the same time. he loves his girlfriend still, and he loves you, but he can't pick. he doesn't want to. you wanted to leave him but you can't, and it's so wrong.

you went back to hq, bumping into sage, she was shocked, you were crying on the way home. "hey, are you alright? why are you crying?" you burst into tears, if you were crying earlier then this time, your tears would be enough to flood the town. "i.. i don't know what to do anymore, with iso.. i love him but i don't want it to be like this.." your voice cracks each word you let out, she didn't want to see you like this, it hurt her. "oh dear, i know you do, i know you love him so much to the point you cry like this. but y/n, you know this is wrong don't you? so why don't you let him go? there's other people to be in love with like this, you can't just stick with a man who isn't even loyal to his own girlfriend."

you two went to the lounge and surprisingly no one was there, usually yoru, jett, phoenix, neon, and the gfs hangs out there around this time, but no, they weren't. "sit and breathe y/n, i'll get you something to drink." you sat, tried calming down, it hurt so bad to settle for something like that. "oh? y/n? what are you doing here?" that voice, the one you hated hearing the most. iso's girlfriend was still there? "oh uh, hi.." you answered quietly, "i thought you were with the others? i came for iso but he wasn't in his room.." she sat with you, "ah, iso? i don't know where he is, i saw him by the balcony earlier but after that, i have no idea." "hm, weird. he's always in his room haha" she laughed a bit, it sounded fake though, "maybe he went outside to buy something?" you gave a curious face, "ah, haha maybe?"

sage was back and was shocked to see iso's gf as well, "oh? good evening dear, you're still here? i thought you went home." sage asked while giving you water, "oh ahaha, i fell asleep in phoenix's room, we were hanging out there earlier along with jett and neon. so i kind of basically just woke up." hmm weird but you bought it. "ah, i see. well anyway, do you need anything?" "oh i don't, i'm just waiting for iso." she said giving a smile. sage replied with an okay and sat in front of you two. a few minutes later footsteps were heard and iso came, "hi baby, where were you?" "oh uh i went to get something sorry, were you waiting for me?" iso's gf replied with a yes and they went to iso's room together.

"so how's that making you feel? hm? it hurts no?" "yeah, it does." you frowned, "ay ay y/n when are you ever gonna learn? leave him. he isn't good enough for a person like you, now is he? he's the one you want but he's not enough" "i know and knowing that it hurts, so much sage" sage got up and sat beside you, hugging you while you cried in her chest. is this worth it? is iso worth it?...

#iso #iso x reader #valorant #iso valorant #valorant iso #˖*°⌨️. 🖱₊˚✧⋆ xin's work .

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onestepbackwards · 1 year

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Our Angel

Hello! Welcome to part 1 of my new fic series, featuring Greaser Submas! No need to worry! I'm still working on Beemas and Love That Bites! This was just something I've been wanting to write for a while. I'm still in love with the Greaser au... And had actually planned to write this waaaay before beemas, but the beemas brainrot hit hard haha. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy! （*＾-＾*） Summary: Walking home one day from college, you hear something strange in the nearby alleyway. Morbidly curious, you decide to venture off from your normal trek home, and come across a guy badly injured. Throwing caution to the wind, you decide to take him home to recover his injuries, unaware how drastically your life is about to change... CW: Brief description of injuries, injured Emmet, mentions of unhealthy family relationships, minor anxiety Word Count: 5094 words! Next: Here - - -

From the moment you woke up today, you had a feeling it would be different than normal.

You woke up, got ready for your college classes, ate breakfast, just like normal. Your father had even been kind enough to even drive you to campus for once, since you were up a little earlier than usual.

Classes had been almost painfully average. Most of it was just a review for some tests for Friday. As thankful as you were for the chance to study a bit more, you wish you could have just left to study at home.

Still, you dutifully took your notes (again), and left classes as early as possible. If you stayed any longer, you risked one of your classmates cornering you again, asking you to lunch. As much as your parents liked the man, you had no desire to hang out with him. He made you uncomfortable, and you knew you would be miserable if you agreed to go out.

Walking down the street, with your books in your arms, you held back the urge to sigh. The day had been painfully boring so far after all. Wake up, go to school, walk home… Now all you have to do is get home, eat dinner, study, and go to bed.

The perfect ‘good girl’ your parents had always wanted. You blew a tuft of hair out of your face, though turned your head when you heard the sound of laughing.

Over across the street was a park. It was average compared to Nimbasa’s amusement park, but it was a quaint little place. In the park, you could see a group of people having a pokemon battle. Your heart tugged at the sight, and you couldn’t help but be a little envious.

‘No pokemon allowed in our house!’ Your mother’s voice echoed in your head, a rule your parents kept, even as you were an adult.

Your head dipped low as you looked away. It would do no good to dwell on things you could not have.

Besides, all you had to do was finish college, and you would be free.

You couldn’t wait for that day. Until then, you would abide by the strict rules your parents gave you.

Even if you wished for more, at times.

Shaking your head, you continued onwards back home. You still had a bit of a walk, after all. It was best if you got home before too long so you could study some more. If anything, you would be prepared for Friday, and it would keep your parents placated.

Though you were beginning to get incredibly tired of studying almost every evening.

It wasn’t a rule per say, but if your parents didn’t like the place you wanted to go to, they’d heavily guilt trip you into staying, or make up some excuse saying they needed your help with something.

It was better not to push it. It only happened a few times, but they would hold your college over your head if you persisted.

‘We let you live here for free, and pay for your college classes. You agreed to follow our rules. You are not to go out tonight, or we’ll consider that you are going back on our deal.’

It left a bitter taste in your mouth.

You continued on your way, though your pace was noticeably slower than before.

As you got lost in your thoughts on your way home, you tried to ignore the heavy feeling in your heart.

However, you nearly missed what sounded like a clank in an alley you were passing. It brought you out of your musings, and you paused for a moment.

You stared into the alley way. It was a long one, one that had a crossroad down the middle. You could have sworn you had heard something.

Just as you shrugged and took a step to move on, you heard it again.

Clink!

You looked around you, to see if anyone had heard it, but no one walking down the streets seemed to care, all wrapped up in their own business.

Before you could consider just moving along again, you heard it once more.

Clink! Clink!

Right after you heard the strange sound again, you tilted your head when you swore you heard a groan.

It could be anything, you were sure. In fact, it was more than likely just a pokemon searching for food in the trash. Or it could even be someone who works in the stores on this street, restocking, or taking a break, or something.

Something easily explainable, no need to go check out a dark alley just for curiosity’s sake.

Though as you nearly decided to leave, you heard the same groan once more, followed by a very weak sounding cough.

Biting your lip, you debated with yourself. Going into an alley like this without a pokemon was just asking for trouble, but…

You couldn’t help but feel drawn to it. Like something wasn’t right.

Slowly, you took a step forward into the alley, feeling tense and nervous. You were ready to bolt at any second, should anything go wrong.

Your books were tightly held in your arms as you made your way towards the corner. If you were being honest with yourself, you were almost frightened by what you may find. And yet… The idea excited you. You couldn’t recall the last time your heart pounded like this.

As you came to the corner, you slowed to a stop, freezing when you heard another ‘clink!’ like noise.

It was now or never. Surely it was nothing, and you’ll get to ease your worries, and say you had a fun mini adventure on an average boring day.

Taking a deep breath, you slowly peered around the corner, and stepped back in shock.

On the ground was a man, with very obvious injuries. Even though he was a bit away from you, you could tell he had several bruises, and must be bleeding from somewhere, if the little pool of dried blood under him was any indication.

He was wearing leather, and had what you assumed was white hair, but it was hard to tell from all the blood in it. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he almost looked like those greaser guys you heard about around campus…

You nearly jumped when you heard another clink. Your eyes snapped a bit to the left, and your eyes widened.

A Galvantula was by a trash can, hitting it with its front legs.

Was that his pokemon?

Just as you thought that, the spider pokemon saw you peering, and let out a little squeak. The pokemon then carefully scuttled towards you, but kept its distance. You noticed it stayed between you and the man on the ground, but didn’t seem aggressive.

Taking a step forward, you pointed to the man, hands shaking.

“M-May I check on him? Make sure he’s okay?” You asked, feeling a little silly, but nervous. You heard most pokemon could understand human speech, but you didn’t know for sure. The last thing you wanted was for the poor thing to attack you, thinking you were going to do more damage.

However, after asking, you nearly jumped back in surprise when the spider pokemon squeaked, and scuttled over to you. It gently tugged at your pants, tugging you forward.

Briefly, you wondered if perhaps the pokemon was making those noises earlier to draw someone’s attention…

You didn’t have time to think about it, with the pokemon now pushing you forward.

“W-Woah! Easy!” You said, nearly tripping over your feet. The Galvantula tapped its legs against the ground anxiously, but refrained from pushing you again.

Lowering yourself to the ground, you gently sat your books to the side, and looked over the man.

He was on his stomach, and slightly curled in on himself. He must have been taking quite a beating.

Gently, you poked him on the shoulder. He let out a groan.

“Okay… good news, he isn’t dead…” you mumbled. But he didn’t look good. He almost curled in further on himself, and was shaking with each breath he took.

You debated on what to do, before shaking your head. Glancing over at the spider, you showed it your hands.

“I’m going to try and flip him over, and see his injuries, okay?” You told it, and it seemed to nod at you. Pleased you got the pokemon’s permission, you gently grabbed the man’s shoulder that was farthest from you, and rolled him over.

The whole time, your heart was back to thudding in your chest. You were nervous, and a bit anxious over what you might see.

The man let out a moan of pain at the action, but didn’t resist you. Though you gasped when you saw a little bit of his wounds and face.

He had a swelling black eye, and a gnarly cut on his head. He also had a bruise on his chin, and a busted lip.

His white shirt was covered in blood, that especially had you worried.

Carefully, you lifted his shirt, and were surprised at the lack of open wounds. There were a few, but it was mostly bruises, and the open wounds weren’t heavily bleeding.

“Is this blood not all his own?” You mumbled, eyebrows scrunched together as you thought out loud

Taking another look at his jacket, you grimaced at the blood outside of it.

Well, this guy certainly didn’t go out without a fight.

Shaking your head, you slipped your backpack off, and reached inside. You had some tissues you could use to clean him up a little. You even had some band aids you could use on the smaller wounds.

Grabbing a water bottle with your tissues, you slowly began to clean up his face. He almost seemed to relax when the damp kleenex dabbled across his skin.

After a few moments, you reached to grab a new tissue, and when you looked back, you jumped.

The guy was awake, staring right at you.

Despite the condition he was in, you were taken aback by his silver eyes. They were beautiful…

You were frozen, and couldn’t look away.

Though when he spoke, it seemed to pull you from your trance.

“Am I in heaven?” He asked, his tone flat. You shook your head, giving a small smile to try and reassure him.

“No silly, you’re still-“

“-Because I must be looking at an angel.” He finished, cutting you off. His blank face then morphed into a dopey-lovey looking one with a wide smile. Your jaw dropped, and you felt your face growing hot.

“N-No! I’m no angel. I’m glad you are awake though, I should probably dial an ambulance-“ you spoke, and nearly squeaked when his arm shot out, grabbing your wrist.

He coughed a bit before speaking.

“No hospitals…!” He coughed again, wincing in pain, “Ingo will kill me if I end up in one again.”

You had no idea who ‘Ingo’ was, but given he was probably a greaser, he’d probably have a lot of trouble headed his way for ending up in one. “Okay, I won’t call a hospital then…” you told him, a bit uncertain with yourself. He really needed professional medical attention, not just tissues and a bottle of water.

His smile returned though, and you felt your face flush as he watched you.

You thought for a moment, and let out a shaky sigh. You didn’t really have anyone you could call, but you didn’t want to leave him here, or upset him by calling an ambulance anyway.

What could you do?

Suddenly, a stray thought crept up in the back of your mind.

‘Your parents are out late tonight, both on a date… You could take him home… It’s not far…’

Biting your lip, you wondered if that would be truly wise, bringing an injured stranger into your home...

But when you looked down at him, and saw his wounds, how some were still bleeding, you made a decision. You just hoped it wouldn’t come back and bite you. With your decision made, you quickly put your books away in your bag, and slung it over your shoulder, before reaching for the injured man beneath you.

“Come here.” You whispered, and gently began tugging him upward. He didn’t resist you, but he did look a bit confused.

“Angel?” He asked you, and you ignored the nickname. This was important. You could be flustered later.

“If you won’t let me dial an ambulance, I need to take you home so I can patch you up. It’s not far from here, and we can take the back alleys.” You quietly explained as you helped him to his feet, and wrapped an arm over your shoulders to steady him.

He stumbled a bit as he struggled to find his balance, but he eventually found it after leaning on you for a moment. However, you could tell moving put him in a lot of pain.

“Okay, Angel.” He slurred, his eyes narrowed as he tried to keep himself together. You couldn’t help but give him a worried look. This poor guy…

Before you got to walking, you looked at his Galvantula, who seemed curious, but ready to follow wherever you led them.

“I’m taking him to my house, would you please help keep an eye out on our way there? These alleyways are not very safe…” You explained. The little spider gave you a nod, followed by a chirp. You assumed that meant they understood.

It definitely made you feel a little bit better at least. You wouldn’t be defenseless if you both were jumped.

Carefully, you began to walk. It was slow, but the man was thankfully able to keep a pace without too much difficulty. You decided to take that as a good sign, though you hated making him walk in the first place.

Though every so often, he would talk, his words occasionally slurring.

“You’re verrry pretty, Angel.”

“I must be incrrredibly lucky, I have my own guardian Angel.” “Hng… Ingo is going to be so jealous… When I tell him…”

You decided he must have hit his head too hard. No doubt he must have had a concussion, with all the silly things he was saying.

Though that didn’t exactly help your anxieties about the man’s health.

Still, despite the rough condition he was in, he was able to make most of the walk to your house without much trouble. He only had to stop a few times, but otherwise, was able to keep up.

You thanked whatever deity was watching over you that the remaining walk home had been a short one. Especially since it was still daylight, and you had been worried about someone seeing the man, and asking you about it.

Thankfully, even as you escorted him past the main parts of the city into your neighborhood, no one saw you carry him towards the suburban alley way. If they did, no one said a word.

Finally, you approached the gate to your backyard, incredibly thankful that your father had not yet bought a lock for it. It was a small struggle, getting the old gate open, but you managed.

Carrying the man through your backyard, you carefully maneuvered him to your back door. Though you mentally cursed, realizing the door was locked.

“Here, lean against this.” you said, gently having him lean against the wall near the door.

“M’kay, Angel…” He mumbled, doing as you asked. You tried not to fret over how quiet he had gotten, compared to how he was mumbling earlier.

Quickly, you scrambled for the spare key, ignoring how shaky your hands had gotten. Once you found it, you made quick work of the lock, and pushed the door open. You hid the key once more, and once again had the man lean on you to walk.

Once inside your house, you made your way through the home, before making it to the stairs. It was a bit of a struggle, but slowly, you managed to get the injured man to the second floor, and to your bedroom.

Carefully, you led him to your bathroom. You especially thanked any god listening that your parents let you have a room with a bathroom, or this would be so much more difficult. As if you were carrying glass, you gently sat him down on the closed toilet, and took a moment to catch your breath. The man easily sat down, also happy to relax for a moment. All the while, his cute Galvantula jumped up onto the bathroom counter to observe.

“Here. Rest here, and I’ll do my best to patch you up. I have a first aid kit here.” you softly told him, hoping he was able to somewhat comprehend your words.

His head lifted up a bit, and he gave you a dopey smile.

“Whaaatever you say, Angel.” he slurred, before his head rolled a bit, before hanging low again.

You had to fix him up, fast.

Quickly, you grabbed the first aid kit under your sink, thankful your father insisted every bathroom have one.

Putting the large box on the counter next to the pokemon, you quickly opened it up, and nearly sighed in relief when you saw it was mostly untouched. You figured as much, but you did not want to dig around the other first aid kits, just in case your family noticed something was out of place. Moving a bit to a cabinet on the wall behind you, you pulled out a few rags. Once again, you were thanking any deity listening, especially for the fact your towels and rags were black. Blood could still be noticeable, but not near as bad as any other color. You could probably wash them out before your parents even got home if you are quick enough.

Carefully, you wet down a rag, and bent down in front of the man. You gently cupped his face, grabbing his attention.

“Sir? I need you to stay awake so I can clean your wounds, okay?” You told him. His eyes fluttered open, and he gave you a small smile.

“Okay.” You gave him a nod and a small smile.

“Good. I apologize, but this will eventually sting.” You warned him. You were cleaning the blood off with water, but when you used the medicine to clean the wounds further, you had no doubt it would hurt.

The man playfully scoffed, though it came out more as a wheeze.

“I c’n handle ‘t.” He spoke, trying to sound touch as he gave you a smile. Though he kept swaying, and seemed to slur his words even harder. You had to work fast.

Thankfully though, you didn’t have to worry too much about him bleeding out, most of his wounds had started scabbing over, only a few still trying to bleed. You winced as you tugged at his white shirt. You probably should have ripped some clothes or something to help it stop the bleeding. You were such an idiot, you were lucky he was still awake.

Tossing the rag into the sink, you grabbed another, and some peroxide and ointment. You then bit your lip, before tugging on his jacket.

“I need to remove your jacket and shirt, sir…” You told him, fighting the urge to become flustered. He was injured, no need to make it weird.

“I am Emmet.” You heard him speak. Was that his name?

“Okay, Emmet. I’m going to remove your jacket and shirt, okay?” You told him gently. He fluttered his eyes at you, his grin widening.

“‘Course, Angel, anything f’ you.”

He then started to shrug off his jacket, which you quickly took off his hands and tossed to the side. You had to help him with the shirt though, his wounds a bit painful to do on his own.

Though when he got his shirt off, you were incredibly thankful to whoever was watching your life right now. The wounds weren’t quite as bad as you feared, but you still had work to do if you wanted to help him get out of this alive without infection. You got to work, grabbing some bandages as well, and setting them off to the side as you began to clean. If you could get the bleeding to stop, and clean these quickly, you could get the wounds bandaged immediately. The moment you began to clean and put pressure on some wounds, Emmet hissed in pain. You were surprised when he jolted away from you, before making himself relax. Maybe he was a bit more lucid than you thought? Or he had one hell of a pain tolerance up to this point. Though you had to ask yourself just how big of a concussion he must have when he spoke to you again as you began bandaging a wound. “D’ya like what y’ see?” He teased, and you attempted to ignore his question. He had a bit of muscle, some slim abs, and noticeable pecs. However, you didn’t want to become distracted when the guy was still so incredibly injured. “You are very injured, forgive me if I am a bit more worried about your wounds than your muscles.” You told him, though your words weren’t harsh. You swore you heard him chuckle.

He then let out a whine as you cleaned and wrapped another injury, one of his hands curled into a fist, before relaxing. You couldn’t help but frown.

“Sorry! I’m trying to be gentle.” You told him. It wasn’t your fault, but you couldn’t help but feel bad for him, knowing this must hurt a lot.

He simply gave you another smile. You wondered how he could do so when no doubt in a lot of discomfort.

“S’okay, Angel. You’re p’fect”

Thinking for a moment, you spoke up, giving him your name. He blinked. “What?”

“That’s my name.” you repeated.

“Okay, Angel.”

You had a feeling Angel was probably your new name from him now. There was a chance he wouldn’t remember much of this, and it seemed Angel was the easiest for him to use.

After you had the bleeding wounds under control, you shifted your focus onto his head. That cut wasn’t bleeding, much to your surprise, but it still looked fairly nasty.

Leaning in close, you began to clean it, only to pause when you heard Emmet speak.

“You’re so gorgeous.”

You then turned to his Galvantula, who had been watching on the counter patiently.

“I think your master hit his head too hard.”

The spider made some clicks in reply, but you simply turned back to Emmet, who was now pouting.

“I mean it. Y’re gorgeous.”

You clicked your tongue, trying to focus.

“Hush. You have a concussion.”

You could test that, but you almost had no doubts he had one. It made blaming his odd behavior on it a bit easier.

This guy was also possibly a huge flirt, you had heard of his type. It would be best to ignore him and not engage in his compliments, no matter how much they made you feel warm inside.

After you finished cleaning the head wound, you began to put on some ointment, and get ready for some bandages. As you were unwrapping the bandages, Emmet spoke again.

“My beautiful Angel, no, a god!” he spoke, staring right at you. You wanted to rub your temples.

Dear Arceus, he upgraded.

“My own guardian angel… What’d I do t’ deserve you?” he mumbled, looking a little more out of it. It would be sweet, if you weren’t so concerned about him. It seemed the exhaustion was finally catching up to him.

You just hoped he wasn’t passing out from blood loss. But you patched those wounds, and they hadn’t bled too much after you found him…

Still, you couldn’t be sure.

Thankfully, you were nearly done cleaning him up, and finished securing the bandage around the wound on his head.

You bit your lip as you looked him over. Where would you put him? Your bed? Maybe you could hide him out on the floor out of sight from your door, in case your parents came to check on you?

That wouldn’t be too bad. You could grab some blankets hidden away in one of the hall closets, and make sure he was comfortable, and he’d be out of sight.

Looking at Emmet, the poor man was slouching, and was more than likely almost asleep. Biting your lip, you gently went over, and put your hand on his cheek.

“Hey, I’m going to move you now, okay? So you can get some rest.”

He didn’t say anything, simply humming in response. However, he did nuzzle into your palm. You decided to take that as an ‘okay’.

You also did your best to ignore how cute it was.

Nodding to yourself, you then gave him a moment, before looping your arms under his own.

“Here we go-” you spoke, grunting when you began to help lift him up. He was even shakier than before, and struggled to find his footing.

When he started to sway, you struggled to hold him steady, and nearly panicked.

“M’Sorry, Angel…” you heard him groan out, and he stumbled over his own feet. The moment you felt him start to tumble, you panicked, and tried to hold him still. It proved to be futile, he began to fall, and you were going down with him.

…Right into the bathtub.

You both fell in rather clumsily, with you landing on his chest as he fell in on his back.

It took you a moment to gather your thoughts, before you quickly began to panic. You were straddling the man, as he lay dizzy on the floor of your tub.

“Oh my gosh, are you alright!?” You asked, quickly looking him over. Did you open any of his wounds? Did he hit his head?

His eyes blinked open, and he gave you a lazy grin. You then felt his arms wrap around you suddenly, and pull you back to his chest. A squeak left your lips as you were pressed against his bare chest, and you felt your face light up.

“N’ver better, Angel.” he spoke, his words heavy as he laid his head down on the floor of the tub. You briefly struggled against his grip, before finally relenting. He held you tight, and you didn’t wish to worsen his injuries after you had just patched him up.

You stayed that way for a while, your own body pressed against his.

It wasn’t so bad. If it wasn’t for the fact you were worried about his wounds, and were in a bathtub, you would even consider this kinda… comfy, if the situation wasn’t so odd.

And the fact he was, you know, a stranger. A stranger that was half naked and injured.

You weren’t sure how long it was until you felt him relax, and his breathing even out. Carefully, you lifted yourself up, and put his arms to the side.

Thankfully he never woke up. You weren’t sure if that was a good sign or not.

A little bit shaky, you stood up, and stepped out of the tub. Your eyes met the Galvantula, who was staring at you curiously from the floor. Glancing back at her owner, who was knocked out still in the tub, you let out a small huff.

“I’m… Going to go and grab some pillows and blankets to make him more comfortable.” you muttered, and quickly left the bathroom.

It didn’t take long to grab the stuff you needed. As you put the stuff aside outside the bathroom, when you went in to check on Emmet, you nearly gasped at the cute sight.

The Galvantula had crawled into the tub, and was now resting on the greaser. Emmet, still asleep, had subconsciously wrapped his arms around her, and held her close as they snuggled.

It was a genuinely cute sight. Precious, if you dare say so.

Quietly, you carried a few pillows and blankets in. The pokemon only gave you a glance, before going back to relaxing on her trainer. Carefully, you placed a pillow under him, and two blankets on top of both. You set a few more pillows inside, before deciding it was enough.

You watched them for a few more moments, before a thought hit you. Just as quiet as you entered, you left, heading to the kitchen. You grabbed a few painkillers, and a sticky note on the way back in your room, and wrote a note, before putting both on the side of the tub.

Hopefully he’d notice the bright blue note if he woke up.

Gently, you closed the door behind you as you left, and sat down on your bed. Letting out a sigh, you dropped your head into your hands, and groaned.

“What am I doing?” you asked yourself, as everything hit all at once. For some Arceus-forsaken reason, you saved some random greaser guy on the street. You didn’t even call the cops, or an ambulance, like you should have.

This was such a bad idea. Probably a huge mistake.

The stranger in your home wasn’t even the only issue! What if your parents found out? No doubt the man would be arrested on the spot, and you would be locked inside your own home for years. Even if you were a grown adult, you doubted your parents would let you live freely for such a ‘transgression’.

Not only was it a boy, it was a greaser. A greaser who no doubt was trouble given how you found him.

But… you may have saved his life. If you hadn’t walked into the alley from sheer morbid curiosity, who knows what would have happened? Would anyone have found him? Would anyone have cared to even call an ambulance, given he was a greaser? You knew a large group of people didn’t care for the gangs running around, so would anyone have cared to call anyone for this guy?

It made you sick to your stomach. Even if you weren’t sure if this was a good idea, you can’t say you regret trying to help him. You wouldn’t have been able to live with yourself if you had just left him there.

You glanced back at the bathroom door, and bit your lip. Your hands shook as you finally took in everything that happened today.

Hopefully this won't come back and bite you.

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