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mikaxd1234 · 4 months

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[Tough Day At Work]

Where Vanessa comes home in a bad mood and... Well... Angry sex?

Warnings: Dark!Mean!Vanessa/Vanny. F!Reader. Sex :3. Vaginal fingering. Oral sex. Praise kink. A sprinkle of degrading? Knifes use. Idk what else to say hehe.

Edit: also, i should have said that this is the first fic i ever wrote in my life aha

(used an Amy Hughes pic in this one cuz it kinda fits and she's so pretty and hot and-)

It definetly wasn't a good day for Vanessa.

Her boss was acting like a bitch today saying something about that her work wasn't really "impressive" enough. Vanny was ready to tear his head off but, of course, Vanessa opposed to that.

That, and today's patrol was really slow and stressing since all she got to deal with was a lot of speeders here and there, and a few drunk men.

And all she wanted to do was to go home, have some dinner and then just sleep in her beloved girlfriend's arms.

But... She kinda lost all her temper today to even be kind with her girlfriend.

Y/N was peacefuly laying in the couch of the living room watching a movie, she wasn't really paying attention at all. Everything she could think about was her girlfriend, Vanessa, she missed her so much... I mean, yeah, she saw her this morning, but still...

Y/n and Vanessa had been dating for eight months now, they moved in together to Vanessa's place a little after the fifth month, and they were the happiest together.

To distract herself with something else, she got up to make her way to the kitchen and start making some dinner, since she already knew that Vanessa must be really hungry after her shift and it wouldn't be long before she got home.

But before she could even take a step, the front door suddenly bursted open, startling Y/N in the process.

- Holy Jesus! - Y/N gasped.

A certain blonde with her police officer suit barged into the house, muttering something to herself while closing the door with her foot as she loosened up her black tie.

- Oh! Hey Ness! How are you? - She walked up to Vanessa with a smile on her face - You're early! I was going to start dinner before you-

- You haven't started dinner yet?! - Vanessa interrupted her, her tone harsh - God, it's just ONE thing that you have to do and you haven't even started?!

Y/N stopped dead in her tracks - U-Um... Ness? - She took a little step back - W-Wha-... Are you okay...?

- I break my back out there every day only to expect, i don't know, a little plate of food and you can't even do that?! - She grabbed Y/N wrist tightly.

- A-Am... N-Ness?! - Y/N winced- What a-are you doing?! Let me g-! - She stuttered as she tried to take her arm away from Vanessa's grip.

- "Go"? No, no, no. I think this deserves a little lesson - With her free hand, she grabbed Y/N shirt and slammed her on the wall - What's your excuse to this disrespect?

- "Disrespect"? What are you even talking about?! V- - Y/N got interrupted as she got slapped on the face.

- Wrong answer, i won't ask again... - she whispered coldly, her eyes burning with anger.

Y/N started tearing up, Vanessa has never acted like this before.

- I-I don't know, I... I was just... Laying on the couch and-

- Oh, so you were just being a lazy brat while i was working? Is that your excuse? - Vanessa pushed Y/N to the wall even harder - Don't know you, but i think this is worth of a punishment.

Y/N's eyes widened as she got slammed to the wall again, the impact making her slid down to the floor as Vanessa let go of her shirt. Then she saw Vanessa walking away towards the kitchen,the opening and closing of drawers could be heard as Y/N still sat on the floor, confused and with tears on her eyes.

Then, the sound of heavy footsteps where heard when Vanessa walked back into the living room, now holding a knife.

Y/N let out a gasp and started crawling away from her until her back hit another wall.

- Now, there's no need to be scared, sweetheart - Vanessa crouched in front of Y/N and took a hold of her chin - You trust me, don't you? - She lifted Y/N's chin up slightly so they could be face to face, her face softened slightly.

Y/N hesitated fo a second, but then, she nodded. Vanessa smiles slightly and leans in, joining their lips together.

Things get heated fast as Vanessa deepens the kiss. Y/N was extremely confused and a little scared (and kinda turned on) with Vanessa's behaviour tonight.

Once they pulled apart, Vanessa's hard expresion returned as she grabbed Y/N's shirt with her free hand again and pulled her up.

- Good, now move - She pushed Y/N towards the hallway that led to their bedroom.

Once they got there, Vanessa pushed Y/N to the bed, making her fall on her face.

- U-Uhm... N-Now what...? - Y/N stuttered as she sat on her knees on the bed, now facing her girlfriend.

- Undress. Now. - Vanessa ordered, her voice still harsh.

And Y/N, as the sucker she was for the blonde, she complied. Trembling hands started to peel each layer of clothing off until she was completely naked and sitting on the bed.

- Good girl - Vanessa praised, walking up to Y/N, she stood next to the bed - Finally you did something good today...

- Van... I-I swear i didn't mean to- - she got interrupted as Vanessa's free hand came up to her throat, gripping her neck.

- Shut up... Just shut the fuck up - Vanessa pointed the knife that she held right below Y/N's chin, making her gulp.

- Now, what am i supossed to do with you? - She faked thinking as she tapped the tip of the knife on Y/N's chin - A brat who can't do a simple job... One, making dinner, and maybe cleaning up the house.

- That's two jobs- - Y/N muttered before being interrupted.

- Quiet - Vanessa snapped, tightening her grip on Y/N's neck.

- Yes, Ma'am - Y/N muttered again.

Vanessa stared at Y/N for a few seconds before pushing her to the bed, making her sit with her back on the headboard - Now i know what to do - she raised the knife, Y/N was already flinching, but then, Vanessa stabbed the knife on their mattress, the knife's handle was pointing up.

Y/N gasped, now she was definetly scared, but confused at the same time.

Vanessa grabbed Y/N by the hair on the back of her head and pulled her face to face with her, then she crashed their lips together in a messy kiss. The blonde swept the tip of her tongue on Y/N's lower lip, demanding access. Access that Y/N already eagerly provided. They both moaned as Vanessa's tongue began exploring the insides of Y/N's mouth.

Now Y/N was both scared and turned on... She even felt herself get wet with just a kiss!

Vanessa seemed to notice that as she trailed one of her hands through Y/N's body, slowly inching down. Once she got below stomach, she kept her caress feather-light. She trailed her hand slightly over Y/N's slit, making her moan softly - Wet already? Such a slut - she mumbled.

The officer pulled on Y/N's hair, forcing her to pull back - Ride It - She whispered on her ear.

Y/N was still dizzy from the kiss as she so suddenly got pulled back - Wh-Wha..?

- Ride the handle - She coldly ordered.

Y/N looked almost scared, but complied anyways. She slowly climbed on top of the handle until she was hovering it. She looked up at Vanessa, who's eyes darkened. Then she lowered herself on the knife's handle, moaning as she felt how cold it was.

- Mmm... V-Van... - She moaned as she slowly moved her hips to accomodate to the stretch.

- That's right, good girl - Vanessa cooed as she softly caressed Y/N's hair - now ride it like the slut i know you are...

Y/N nodded and slowly raised her hips, then slamming them back down, moaning loudly. Then repeating the action. She repeated this until she found a steady pace.

- Is that all you got? Come on, pretty girl, i know you can do better -Vanessa teased, her hand coming up to take a hold of Y/N's throat again - Be better for me.

Y/N moaned at that and started moving her hips faster, moaning and whining desperately as she rode the knife's handle harder. She already felt herself embarrasingly close to her climax.

- That's it, you're doing so good - She coed, her voice deep - So good for me... - Finally, Vanessa started taking a little of her clothes off, first starting with her jacket, then her tie. Then, she climbed on the bed, right in front of Y/N, placing her hands on Y/N's hips to help her with the movements.

- A-Ah... V-.. God~... Nessy! - Y/N moaned, throwing her head back.

- Now, pretty girl... - the blonde said, her voice sounding a little more glitchy now.

Y/N was too dizzy to understand anything until she felt the officer grab her from the hips and lift her from the knife's handle and shove her to lay on the bed.

Y/N saw the blonde crawl in between her legs before she dove into her cunt, licking and sucking her whole. She moaned and gripped the sheets.

The officer grabbed the now wet and kinda sticky handle and raised it off the mattress. Then she slowly trailed the tip of the knife through Y/N legs and stopped in her left thigh. And in a swift motion she passed the knife on her inner tigh, making a noticeable cut, then leaving the knife next to them. Y/N yelped at the sudden pain.

- A-Agh! Vanessa?! W-What are you doing?! - Y/N screamed out, the blonde still licking her up, and feeling the blood of the cut trail down to the sheets.

- Oh... Vanessa would be sooooo mad~ - the blonde said with a more noticeable glitchy voice before laughing maniacally and then diving right back in, Y/N's mind finally clicked.

Y/N moaned softly before she said - V-Vanny?! B-But i thought-!

- That I was Vanessa? - She chuckled - Oh no, dear. Vanessa was too tired to even drive the way home... Poor her if she saw this...

- I- B-But how did you...? - Y/N stuttered, now being embarrased at the situation and closed her legs slightly.

- Imitate her voice? I learnt to do that - Vanny smirked - Now shut up and spread your legs for me, bunny~

Y/N hesitated, but then nodded and spread her legs again.

- You know what i want to hear, my dear bunny~ - Vanny teased.

- I-I'm all yours... - Y/N stuttered softly, her hands ready to grip the sheets.

- Good girl~ - She cooed before diving into Y/N's cunt again, lapping her up and massaging the cut on her thigh.

Y/N moaned and threw her head back, feeling the last almost-climax build up again.

Vanny seemed to notice that and started moving her tongue faster on Y/N's clit - O-Oh... Mhmm... V-Vanny! - She moaned. Vanny decided to sped up things even more and put two fingers inside Y/N, curling and scissoring them inside her.

- Doing so good for me, Bunny - Vanny coed with her glitchy voice, speeding up the motion of her fingers and tongue - Come on, Come for me, pretty girl~.

Y/N moaned one last time before closing her eyes crying out as she felt her climax explode, feeling herself squirt right on Vanny's tongue and fingers. Vanny let her ride her high until she finally her motions stopped.

Y/N panted as she tried to recover, she opened her eyes and saw Vanny crawl on top of her.

- H-Hey you... - she panted as one of her hands went to Vanny's face to caress her cheek.

- Not bad, i'm proud of you, baby - Vanny giggled before leaning in to press her lips on Y/N's, caressing the cut on her leg again.

They kissed for a little while before Y/N suddenly felt Vanny lay completely on top of her, as if she passed out.

Y/N sighed in relief since this meant that Vanessa was finally coming back.

A few minutes passed before she felt the blonde stir and groan slightly.

- Vanessa...? - Y/N muttered softly.

- Y-Y/N...? - Vanessa mumbled, her voice deep as if she just woke up from a nap.

Y/N sighed again and smiled - Ah... Finally... There's my girl...

Vanessa suddenly tensed up and lifted her head up, now noticing the weir position they were in - W-What the...? - She then sat up in between Y/N's legs and also noticed the cut in Y/N's tighs - Oh my god... Y/N, Y-You're okay?! Fuck... Um... What happened?! - She panicked.

- Hey, Hey! Easy! Easy! I'm fine, i swear! - Y/N giggled slightly.

- No, you're not! You're bleeding! Fuck... What did she do to you...? - She muttered as she got closer to her thigh to examinate the cut - Fuck, it's nasty...

- First of all, come here - Y/N extended her arms towards Vanessa.

Vanessa smiled slightly and laid on top of her again, hugging her tightly.

- Secondly, well, she... Kinda made me ride a knife's handle and... We need a new mattress... - Y/N mumbled the last part.

- She what ? - Vanessa raised her head again and looked around, finally noticing the knife next to them in the bed. Y/N smiled innocently - Well, i think it's a little unfair that she got to see you like that and not me... So i might have to do it again... - She grabbed the knife and felt how the handle was sticky - How does that sounds, pretty girl ? I promise to patch you up later - she teased as her eyes got darker.

- Please, make me yours... - Y/N looked at her as her own eyes darkened too.

Vanessa chuckled slightly as she put the knife's blade on the hole that was already done on the mattress - God... I love you... - she sighed softly.

- What? - Y/N raised an eye brow teasingly.

- I love you - Vanessa repeated, sighing.

- Say it again?

- I said i love you, dumbass, now get on that thing and ride it like the brat you are, you won't get a chance to rest tonight.

- O-Oh... Yes ma'am... And i love you, too...

It was definetly going to be a long night...

The End :3

God, this sucks like hell. Definetly the first and probably the last time i'll ever write stuff like this.

Anyways, sorry if u don't understand something, english is not my first lenguage.

#fnaf #fnaf movie #fnaf vanessa #fnaf vanny #vanessa afton #vanessa shelly #elizabeth lail #vanessa x reader #vanny x reader

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libraford · 8 days

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Idk maybe it's because I'm autistic and don't get how things are supposed to work (I also haven't been able to work for over a decade due to disability so take this all with a heap of salt) but it feels like she needs someone to blame for problems.

You said last year there were three leads but this year you're doing the work of three on your own. Did they quit or get fired? Maybe someone else was the assigned "problem child" last year? But the fact that you didn't get any useful feedback at the times problems supposedly happened and they continued using your work...it just reads like a power trip on her end tbh

One of them left to become a veterinarian and do photography on the side. The other one of them left because there was a pretty big death in the family and also oldest kid was going through his senior year. Both have said that they might come back, but so far neither of them have committed.

The two of them were nearly perfect leads. Like they did all the paperwork properly and had all the details right and they didn't rush and they rarely did anything wrong.

Except when they did. And since I learned from one of them, I learned on all of her mistakes.

So I've had to be retrained.

Again and again and again.

There would typically only be one lead per job, so its not like I'm doing the work of three people the way I was doing the work of like... 7 people at the flower shop. I am still doing the work of one person, but I am doing it every day instead of only two to three times a week.

So the mistakes I learned are more obvious now and I am put in positions where previously I was not, like having to call as soon as there's a problem- because previously I was not often having these problems. I get dinged for not following procedure for this.

She tried training me on groups last year, but every time there was a chance to learn on the job something interrupted it. The first time it was because the person we had doing individuals was going painfully slowly and she had me set up my unit to clear out the bottleneck. The second time it was because our individuals photographer went into labor.

So I've been trained wrong on a bunch of things and had to be retrained. Attempts to train me properly have been interrupted, but she thinks that I received proper training and that I should be good to go.

So I do it. And I do it wrong. Over and over again.

And then I get the critique and there is disagreement between my boss and her boss about how I'm supposed to have done it.

And then I try again. And there's disagreement between my boss and me about how I was supposed to do it.

So my spirit is fuckin' crushed lately and I just want to get to the end of the season but of course there's YET ANOTHER critique at the end of the year where she says I'm bad at receiving critique when I've had to be retrained several times in several different areas, and she claims that NOTHING HAS CHANGED FROM MY INITIAL TRAINING even though documentably it HAS, which makes me feel like a fucking crazy person for suggesting that its hard to keep up with the changes sometimes.

And she says she's tired of arguing with me about how things are supposed to be done when I'm supposed to KNOW how things are done by now because this is my THIRD year in the business and why am I so argumentative?

At the last groups job, I asked her to help be out a little bit and check my work to make sure I was doing it right. I wasn't even done with the first group and she jumps in and tells me my numbers are wrong, changes it all and that's how we found that the guides were different. But when I talk to her about what made me mad there, she has a different story- she says that I did 2 or 3 classes wrong before she jumped in. Which is not what happened to my recollection.

I've asked her to take a more passive role and she got mad at me because she swears that she did take a passive role and now I'm being inconsistent- because I asked her for help and now I'm asking her not to get her hands in it. So now I'm confused again because I remember that day completely differently, and when I asked the rest of the crew they said that she was being pushy. Once she left and I was on my own, I did fine- but being unable to even get through a whole class without her jumping in to save the day kind of crushed me.

So I think she's misremembering a LOT. And making it my problem for bringing up inconsistencies, confusions, and changes. Either that or I have worse memory problems than I thought I did.

And now I'm being told that I go too fast. Because there were days last season where we were done an entire hour earlier than we were supposed to be. And I asked her- did people complain? Were my photos bad because I was fast?

No, no one complained. We had less retakes this year than we did any year.

If no one complained, then the problem is that I'm not taking time with the students to get the perfect photo. The problem is that you don't think I could possibly be that good and that fast at the same time. But if a kid only needs thirty seconds to get the pose, why should I take more time than is needed?

My photos have improved significantly from my first year. Oh my god, they've improved so much. But I'm struggling to learn a new, complicated thing for which I've gotten mixed messages and not gotten a lot of consistent guidance on.

And because I get confused when something is different from what was described, I am told that I can't take criticism.

Well yeah, no- if that's the criticism you've got for me, no I can't take criticism.

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idv-sunsxin3 · 3 months

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Hello! Im the anon who asked if r1999 are open, can you do a scenario or a headcanons of click (with a fem reader) who finally meet his lover again?

They been together back then since 1940's when Click was alive. reader knows click 's death. But then when vertin asked reader to join her journey, reader finally see their lover.

Click // Back in the 40s with you

Note// fem! Reader. She is 19yo like Click. angst to fluff long oneshot,,, thank you for requesting 🥺

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It was unexpected- really.

It was not even the right time, too.

You and Click were lovers before the world conflict became very notable... You were both happy together until you had to acknowledge that it's you guys' turn to serve for the country as well... help write the history and the legacy alongside the others. So you both started to barely see one another as you do your respective jobs.

You were one of the million women who worked as a factory worker in defence production during the 1940s, the years dominated by the war...

He was a photographer from the army who had to stay on the battlefield. You know very well how bad the war is as you have a friend who lost her husband by the war. So everyday you were always afraid, knowing how Click has to linger in places that obviously have slim chances of surviving...

Even sadder when this time, the photographer doesn't always live after, through these circumstances.

All you could do was pray and write letters to him as you contribute to the workforce...

The letters were sometimes not so long, it gets shorter as the days go by, and the war going through its climax and more problems happening on the way as well. Yet, knowing that each letter is safely delivered is enough for you to reassure you that Click is still alive.... Until one day.

By the time you came back to work- the manager suddenly motioned you to come talk with her, having a letter in her hand as they have... this look, the look of bad news.

You just... You just couldn't believe it.

As you both find themselves in the office from anyone's sight, you find yourself slowly shattering the seconds of reading the letter report given to you.

He died... Click died in action.

...You crumbled in your hands as your boss gave you small pats on your back.

'Back in the 40s...'

An old letter, the latest you wrote to Click, said,

'It was one of the happiest times of my life... Until I lost you to them."

That's what the letter started. There was more to say in that letter. Every single word carrying a huge meaning to Click.

Vertin handed it to him so he could read it. She happened to find it somewhere, noticing the letter addressed to his name abadoned in the middle of nowhere during the patrols.

"Y/N" was written as the sender's name.

'I'm not sure when I will see you again, but I'm just hoping that in our next life, we won't be as miserable as we were... And live together as much as we desire, my love.'

These words bring a familiar, tender feeling he haven't recalled for a while.

'I miss you, Click.... I always do.'

'I just hope you're out there and find this. Read this with your heart. Prove them that you're not dead.... Just as you promised me to come back home.'

He holds these words close to his soul... Even while he's not alive.

'I love you... and I'll find you if I can.

Still yours, Y/N.'

"My Rosie..."

That’s the first thing he muttered once he finished reading. His eyes dull but longing in spirit.

It's evening...

time to clean up.

You mentally note as you notice the items needed to be put away.

The war is over now, you were just about to pack your tools and head home by yourself.

Unfortunately, no one is going to welcome you at home. Because you already know he's gone... He did well. He was the most bravest man you have ever met and love.

Now you have to move on... How will you do that exactly?

That.. You'll have to ask that yourself later. First, you're going to need to walk back to the house safely before more accidents nay happen-

Strangely, the streets seem less crowded than usual... where are the people? Why aren't the cars moving? The sky seems to turn grey than normal - it looks like it's going to rain.

You heels quickly click on the cement floor as you hurry yourself, gripping on your purse and toolkit-

But suddenly, you notice someone from afar... A lady with light hair, wearing a suit.

I. Interesting...? It's rare to see a woman dressing this way these days.

You stopped in your steps once you start to clearly notice that she's now few steps away from, facing you, AND not seeming to intend to let you go around her.

However... she seems to not intend to harm anyone. She even has another girl beside her, ginger with sophistication, eccentric clothes that resemble an italian writer.

"Greetings," The lady says politely, fixing her calculative eyes on you, "Cloudy day, isn't it?"

By the sound of it, this lady seems to be from the UK... she must have been here for a visit.

"It is, indeed." You nod calmly, not sure what else to do other than thinking about just going home and mourning... Your eyes can notably tell they barely have any sleep, your hair tangled and unkempt from the long hours of work and questionable times to wake up and be called up for duty.

"I'm Vertin," She introduces as you both give each other a handshake, "this is Sonetto, my friend and assistant."

"Hello, Verti, Sonetto..." You lightly lift your eyebrow, wondering who are even these strangers exactly... they seem to need something from you. Noticing closer, they seem to have mature appearances of 16-yeard old girls. About 3 years younger than you.

"Good evening, miss..." Sonetto mindfully greets with a smile, "Excuse us for suddenly appearing... We need your help."

H. Help?

"Help? Oh, sweeties... What's the concern? Sadly, I really need some rest- work has been quite something." You half-heartedly apologize with a sorry smile. They seem to tell how your state doesn't seem to be in a good condition. You then remember you haven't told them your name. So you added along with a light smile at the ginger-haired girl.

"Please, call me Y/N."

That name.

That name seems to ring on Vertin once again.

Yes, this is the woman. The woman Vertin was looking.... The one Click was looking for.

The Timekeeper seem to have arrived at the right time.

"But miss Y/N- this is an emergency... I'm afraid something is going to happen--" Sonetto attempts to asks calmly, despite wearing this quite alarmed look that makes you feel almost worried... almost.

"Oh...? Right when the war have just ended...? What else are they going to do now..." You rub your chin gently as you look down at the pair in thought before your eyes morph into a horrified ones,

"...launch more missiles?"

"Ah- not exactly as we try to convey.." Sonetto shakes her head as seeming unsure of your statement, oh.

"An abnormal storm is going to arrive here anytime soon-" Vertin starts explaining, "Another war is going to happen between humans and arcanists- We need mechanics like you to help us with machinery."

"A... War? You got to be....- How do I know if you're telling the true?"

Sonetto suddenly then quietly gasps, grabbing on Vertin's hand and quickly pointing at what she's looking through your shoulder- You and Vertin followed her gaze only to see... creatures emerging one by one - Fluffly creatures???

Oh- and who are these people with strange helmets??? Are they even humans???

You seem hesitant about it, but noticing the strange anomalies in your surroundings. You seem to tell that these kids aren't really joking as they still have seious looks on their expressions--

A part of yourself wished to live in a more peaceful place, where you would have to sacrifice much just for the people that seem to be suffering the most... why can't you just live comfortably with everyone?

But then, if you decline on joining them- what if that means you have to go back to follow under these women roles this society has been putting you and the others on? Getting married.. get married, being a housekeeper and mother- you don't want to do that, not after you have lost your lover- and losing the reason to dream about a future with him...

You... you honestly don't want to leave your job as a riveter.

As if managing to read your mind, Vertin adds more, "...You'll get to live comfortably with us."

"...?"

"We have friends who have experienced losses as well, You'll get to do whatever you want and live peacefully as long as you get along with everyone."

'Whatever you want'...

...This is new.

It took you some minutes to think, before you eventually accepted Vertin's hand. Shaking it to seal the deal.

You'll get to have more freedom in what you do after that... while trying to move on from him.

Little did you know, it happened to be the contrary.

Just as you tried to start getting used to the suitcase's environment and the wide map of the Ark- there were also lots of people in it... some lingering around portraits, wearing familiar and unfamiliar clothes, people from different accents and places...

You have never thought this many people with such eccentricity would desire to seek shelter in here... but then, you admit, the domain is stylish and cozy for the warm/rainy days.

Vertin instructed you to just stay comfortable at your now new residence. So you comply, sitting on the couch after managing to find an appealing book from one of the shelves.

You were not sure why the young female pair seemed to start acting more suspicious by the time you three arrived - is there something they're hiding from you? What are their plans? Oh dear, there are so many questions you just want to ask today. Making it almost hard to read a book and concentrate on its context.

"Click, I need your time for a moment," Vertin calls out calmly to the ghost at the room he is in after knocking.

"...." He slowly turns back to Vertin in question before floating begrudgingly towards, wearing the same spooked look in his lifeless orbs.

"I have something to show you... someone who you would like to see." Vertin further explains as she starts to walk while the ghost follows her clueslessly.

"Someone...?" The photographer mutters a bit, puzzled by the sudden arrival of some new recruit- but then why is it him who has to be called to see them..? Would this person be willing to see him?

He doesn't think much before sighing, his camera in a slightly tight grip by the foreign feeling of being seen by someone new... He honestly hasn't moved on from his sweetheart... The person who is willing to see him.

He just doesn't want to, even if he's now a dead man, and you probably have already moved on - well, that's what he tends to believe.

Meanwhile, a kind girl dressed in a bunny outfit, "Bunny Bunny," appeared and served you a drink, which you hesitantly but kindly accepted it - meeting her was pleasantly unexpected... You were just trying out the cool drink - so far, it's pretty refreshing and flavorful.

Just as Bunny Bunny left with her tray, you kept sipping on your drink and take a look on the book... You slowly realize this book is a documentary with pictures...

Some of these pictures are familiar, like that one first picture of a tree with a cat...

You softly furrow your eyebrows before you search something from your pocket- a picture.

The picture Click took and sent you. It looks exactly like the one in the book.

You blink lightly before seeing more pictures as you flip on the pages, some familiar, and some seem to be newer ones.

The more pages of pictures you look, the more your thoughts are starting to connect-

You then immediately flip the book to the last page for any source.

'Pictures taken by Click'

Wait- this is not a typical book-! It's your boyfriend's portfolio report!

These... some of the recent pictures are dated but- the year is quite twitchy....

Your mind is going confused as you close the book carefully, looking at the cover, wondering if Click is missing.... or has been here.

...Is... he here?

Wow, the new design of the cover looks sharp nonetheless. You're so proud of him...

If only... If only he's still here with you.

...

Your silent thoughts were now no longer in your head once you thought that part. You smiled... but that smile seems to not reach your eyes, which seems to be on the verge of tearing up.

...

"Oh Click..." You trembly whispered with your late lover's name, slowly wiping your tears as you laugh quietly, "You really were serious about putting that picture of the tree cat;;;"

"...I was serious." A voice can be heard clearly. Quietly.

...Before the sound of a camera is heard from your right-

You suddenly jumped by the sudden noises before turning around to see who's beside you. The moment your eyes landed on the speaker, your eyes widened as tired, dull eyes staring back at you.

"...Y/N."

"...Click?" You replied back as your breath hitches.

Shocked, you slowly and unsteadily reached your hand out to his transparent face- which... notably seems to penetrate through his cheek, barely sensing something solid other than the chilliness of the room.

"Y/N..." Click seems to leaned down the moment your hand fails to make contact with him.

Nonetheless, he lightly hovered your hand with his as he closed his eyes, trying to imagine the familiar feeling of your soft hands as he sensed the warmth radiating out of you. "You're here."

"Click...,,," You teared up as you look up and down, your mind going crazy as you wonder why you can't even touch your lover-

"He's dead..." Vertin admits as she can be found appearing by the doorway, having a sorry look. "But he surprisingly remembers you ever since the time he came here."

You faced Vertin as she stated that your eyes showed multiple emotions before shifting them towards Click. Who is still busy nuzzling into your warmth. "How long have you been here?"

"A couple of months ago..." Click answered before finally looking up at you. His eyes are dead, but the same love they tend to hold when seeing you.

"Oh, baby.." You breath out, "What have they done to you."

"...A lot of things." Click simply answered as he fiddled with his cameras to look at the picture he took of you in your shocked expression from before, "I miss your pretty face..."

"Now now... - don't go all lovey dovey just yet,,,-" You sobbed softly but still lean your forehead on his lightly, staying closer to him. At least spiritually and visibly.

Your gaze on him softens more by the time you calm yourself, as your dear ghost lover wraps you in his arms loosely. You gently try to brush over Click's lower lip with a thumb despite being unable to feel it, looking at it silently before speaking your heart away.

"Keep loving me, I'll never stop loving you even if it means i can't kiss you now...-"

"...H...Honey..." Click quietly whispers to you, his face unfaltered, but his voice fails to not sound like he's on the verge of tearing up.

*sighs* "Lovebirds..." Vertin can be heard saying this with a hint of amusement.

"We gotta figure out how to make them kiss." Sonetto suggests.

"Good idea."

"G.Girls????"

#reverse 1999 click #r1999 click #click x reader #r1999 x reader #r1999 #reverse: 1999 x reader #reverse: 1999 #reverse 1999

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Age of Khonshu, or as I like to call it: Oh no. Oh no no no no.

Age of Khonshu, written by Jason Aaron. 2018.

Who is Jason Aaron? A big writer at Marvel, he is best known for PunisherMAX (the ultras violent and non-marvel universe version of the Punisher), some runs of Thor (the one where Jane Foster becomes Thor), and certain runs with Wolverine: Weapon X. He also wrote Southern Bastard, which is a big name over in Image comics.

Another important fact? He was raised Southern Baptist that has since become an atheist.

That history out of the way, let's look at the sort of comic this is.

I have been putting off reading this little doozy for YEARS. Why? Three reasons.

This was not a good year for me personally. In fact, this was the start of some REALLY bad years to follow for the next 4 years.

I missed the original release and when I tried to find it to read it, no one had it. Not even the library. (This should have been my first clue).

This is a Marvel tie in event.

Now, I have ranted about these before and I'm going to rant about it again.

What is a tie in event? It's a big Marvel World event that attempts to do a large story-line that involves a lot of other big names (usually the avengers).

In Events, you have the main story line that involves the main character. So say, DareDevil is fighting a super ninja. You have the main story that takes place in DareDevil's comic "DareDevil vs. the super ninja" and in that comic, it's such a big fight that the avengers have to get involved, and maybe Dr. Strange and perhaps Brother Voodoo is getting a movie next spring so they want to showcase Brother Voodoo working with familiar faces so he's involved now too.

BUT. All these people involved also have their own comics running. They don't just want to keep going and ignore this big ninja fight that's happening. So then we have side event tie ins that pause their normal story-line to respond in some way to the event that is happening.

So Let's say Ms. Marvel has her story line going where she's been fighting some evil mob boss. She's suddenly going to pause that story. She'll suddenly come up on a hole hoard of evil ninjas and have to fight them for a single issue. But they don't want to loose steam with her evil mob boss because they have to get back to that in the next issue! So it turns out her evil mob boss HIRED those ninjas in some sort of attempted partnership with the evil super ninja. Just to highlight how evil the mob boss is!

Oh, and if you haven't been reading DareDevil or the Avengers or ALL THE OTHER COMICS INVOLED good luck trying to keep up with what's going on. So by the end of the event, you have to compile a LOT of comics together in a particular order so that you can fully understand what's going on.

Even worse? Sometimes the responding tie in comics that aren't really involved with the main story line try to solve the issue. So, going back to my example, Ms. Marvel not only defeats the ninja gang, but she discovers something amazing that will in the end help defeat the Super Ninja! She has single handedly helped bring it down! …In her own comic. It makes her look like the big hero and like she was crucial to the event….When in truth, she has nothing to do withthe main story line over in DD world and her little discovery won't have anything to do at all with how to bring down the Super Ninja in the end.

With me so far?!

If this sounds familiar to you, then congratulations, you may have read "Moon Knight Shadowland", which was infinately better than the main story line of Dare Devil Shadowland. (I'm still bitter about that one). Or the original Civil War saga. Or Seige. Or Dark Reign. Or Age of Khonshu.

Today, I'm here to talk about Age of Khonshu.

In which Moon Knight gets his own special event under an Avenger's title.

So how did they compile this event under an Avenger's title? We start with something that makes no sense to someone that has not been following the Avenger's comics.

Stepping further into it? This event follows directly after the 2017 BEMIS run. So we are moving from the worst run in MK history into Aaron's Age of Khonshu. The next comic after this didn't come out till 2021! That's a three year gap!

What's the story?

Mephisto (I hate Mephisto. He has been made basically into Marvel's version of the Christian Devil.) is messing with the time line and is going back in time to amass soul contracts with people and is slowly taking over the world or destroying it or building up hell. It isn't ever properly explained, but most evil things like this usually aren't.

For some reason Khonshu has seen the future of a world where Mephisto has destroyed it and done terrible things. So he puts these images into Marc's head. Marc, thinking Khonshu is out to fuck with him again (when isn't he?) tracks down Khonshu in one of his Moon Cult temples.

Khonshu tells Marc that he's terrified of Mephisto and Marc realizes that Khonshu isn't just fucking with him this time.

So he teams up and decides to…STEAL ALL THE POWERS OF THE AVENGERS AND GIVE THEM TO KHONSHU.

That's right. As someone told me, it's like watching a ten year old talking about how their character is the most powerful and can beat up all the other characters.

Moon Knight beats up Dr. Strange with the power of Khonshu and steals his magic. Then he beats up Danny and steals the Iron fist. Then steals the GHOST RIDER'S fire of vengeance. He goes after Thor on the MOON. Turns out Thor's hamer is made out of moon rock so Moon Knight laughs as he steals the hammer because he has the power of moon. He goes after the Black Panter and T'challa is just like "LOL No. My power comes from my ancestors. You can't steal that."

So they lock up T'challa in a pyramid.

YOU KNOW WHAT MARVEL MOVIE WAS COMING OUT IN 2018?! That's right, the first Black Panther movie.

So in this comic, it's going to feature heavily that Black Panther is super powerful and the hero of the story.

Giving Khonshu all these powers, he remakes New York into Khonshu World and imprisons anyone that fails to worship him, because he's an all powerful god that will stop Mephisto.

And he does fight Mephisto and kill him, but there are so many versions of him now, because he's the devil and you can't kill the devil.

And throughout this, Moon Knight worships and prays to Khonshu, calling him his god and how he's a follower, and believes that Khonshu is a powerful god.

The Avengers keep asking him to stop, that he's off his meds or something and mentally ill and they can help him stop Mephisto if he stops Khonshu.

Eventually Moon Knight realizes that Khonshu can't stop Mephisto and he's gone too far.

He prays to a different god and THE PHOENIX fire shows up and he becomes Moon Knight Phoenix.

He betrays Khonshu because now he is his own god I guess? Helping them take Khonshu down, he gives back all their powers and they lock Khonshu away in Asgard.

Now he expells the Phoenix from his own self before he becomes Dark Moon Knight and destroys the world.

Now the Avengers story moves on to them dealing with Mephisto in a later run, but Khonshu is defeated and that's the important part!

T'challa offers Moon Knight a place in the Avengers, rather than a jail cell in Wakanda for his crimes. Moon Knight turns him down and returns to a small part in Manhattan that he'd rather protect.

And that's how it ends.

Aside from the main story aspect of this particular volume of MK avengers, here are the MAJOR problems:

Throughout the entire run, there is HEAVY christian imagery and language.

They talk about the devil and how scary the devil is. They talk about Hell. They talk about angels. They talk about gods.

They especially show Moon Knight worshiping and PRAYING to Khonshu or Phoenix.

Moon Knight himself discusses fighting the Devil and going to Hell as a construct of the horrors he has seen and done.

2. Throughout the run, Aaron tries to pull out bits from Lemire. Referencing him and doing callbacks. It falls SO flat.

There is a scene early on where he does the "I am Marc Spector. I am Steven Grant. I am Jake Lockley. And we are Moon Knight" bit. But it's followed by a prayer to Khonshu because he is the Moon God's accolyte.

Later he talks about how Marc expelled Khonshu from his mind and had healed and was his own man again. He talks about how Khonshu had put horrors in his mind that made him ill.

He then talks about how he frequents a certain mental hospital.

Not only is he referencing Lemire, but he's taking it in the wrong context. This man read it and went "Yeah sure I got it" when he clearly didn't.

In Lemire's run, we see Marc dealing not just with how KHonshu used and abused him and how messed up he was, but we also see him coming to terms with his own mental illness and trying to understand himself. To understand that he himself had been abusive towards himself. His self harm attributes. His pushing people away. We see him learn to embrace the 'what if' aspect of after mental illness. We see doubt and we see room to heal.

In this it's just "Khonshu did it."

3. We're back to the mental health topic. While they DO acknowledge Steven and Jake twice, offhandedly, we don't see them. It's just MARC. And I find it hard to believe that either of them would either let Marc go this far off the rails to hurting his friends, but that they would go along with it without having a discussion or working as a team if they found it to be the only solution.

They also have NUMEROUS remarks from the others about "We all know Moon Knight is crazy but I didn't think he was this crazy". It carries on the old conversations that everyone in the Avengers and so on all see Moon Knight as mentaly unwell. Unfit. Crippled, even. He's not well enough to do things. He pretends to be a hero but we all know he's likely to melt down any minute and do something crazy, attitude.

And repeatedly he's told to take meds, go to the hospital, check himself in… Even T'Challa tells him "Wakanda has made great strides in Mental Health. We can cure you!"

Cure him from what? Trauma? Take away his DID? Or implying that he's some sort of other unwell causing him to not think straight?

It's these three things combined that just really set me off.

The absolutely disgusting use of Christian vocabulary and idealism to portray a Jewish character. Even if Marc isn't observant of Jewish beliefs, he is culturally Jewish and raised by a Rabbi. Unless he blatantly converted, he would not find himself worshiping and praying to another god. He wouldn't believe in the devil or use such language to describe Mephisto. He wouldn't talk about Angelic idealations or even Hell.

Then the blatant use of his mental illness to further how it's easy for Moon Knight to fall into such ways. Of course he did this. He's crazy. He'll do anything!

Of course he made his god Khonshu into an over powered dick.

I've discussed this before with a good friend, but there is a difference between following Khonshu and worshiping Khonshu.

I love the use of Yehya Badr to show this in MacKay's run. One has converted and religiously believes and follows Khonshu. The other follows a path that he himself set down as a result of his experiences and own needs.

Moon Knight never outright worships Khonshu (when properly written). Even in Moench's old run, he believed that he had been resurrected by Khonshu and therefore his power and life was in Khonshu's hands. This was more following Marc's thinking that he himself was nothing more than a ghost. Without Khonshu, it was more of an existential dread that he was nothing. Not that Khonshu was a god figure.

In later runs this translated into a sort of worship and it never should have. In Moench's run, Khonshu was some unknown force. Perhaps a god, perhaps a spirit, perhaps some form of something ancient that represents the moon and protecting those who travel by night. Considering the Marvel universe and such loose terms of applying all powerful beings under the phrase of 'god', it makes sense. Thor is technically a god. But he is not a god to be worshiped.

Moon Knight takes his own Jewish upbringing. He is here to cherish all life. To protect those who fall into the margins and cry for help.

What's most insulting is that this comic directly followed the run by Bemis. The one that was so laced with antisemitism and blatant disregard for mental health topics.... So we jump from blood libel and Nazism into fighting the actual Devil and praying to gods and worship.

This is not a good look, Marvel.

Here's the thing, we need a Jewish writer.

I don't mean someone that was formerly Jewish that converted to some other following. I don't mean an atheist that has a special interest in other religions (as Aaron claims he is). We need a born and raised practicing Jewish writer.

We need someone to use the proper terminology that isn't Christian based. We need Jake to speak more Yiddish. We need Steven to be seen putting money into the Tzedakah box. We need Marc to discuss his conflict with his Orthodox Rabbi father and his current path in life and how, like it or not, he has become the epitome of the Jewish struggle to exist.

I appreciate Mr. MacKay, but when his run is done and Marvel looks for the next Moon Knight writer, I'd really like to see a Jewish voice step in and not only respect their own people (despite what Marvel may tell them to do) but to also continue to represent and respect the mental health aspect of Moon Knight.

Maybe I'm asking too much? But this issue...

TLDR: Do not read Bendis, Bemis, and Aaron when it comes to Moon Knight.

#Moon Knight #Moon Knight Comics #I'm so angry you guys #Is it too much to ask that someone do a little research before taking on a comic title?#Tell your story Marvel but fucking tell it respectfully #What the hell was the editor doing?#growling and snarling #Moon Knight is Jewish

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I would love to see another fic featuring the three cocky sexy boyfriends Austin Theory, Grayson Waller and La Knight.

My fav trio tbh

The Smackdown GM gets some exciting news about a promotion as well as getting involved in another incident where she finds Waller, Theory, and Knight coming to her rescue.

The arena is buzzing with excitement for Smackdown's season premiere tonight. All of the big names have been scheduled to show up for the show, including your boss, Triple H.

"Adam, will you stop pacing like that?" You ask Pearce from your desk as he paces endlessly around the room. "You're making me dizzy."

"Sorry, Y/N." Pearce comes to a stop in front of your desk and fixes his unkempt tie. "How are you not nervous about tonight?" He asks you. "Hunter said in his email that he has an announcement that had to do with both of us." He reminds you.

You shrug and tap your pen against your desk. "So? Why are you worried about it? Hunter didn't mention that it was anything bad did he?" You ask. "And as far as you and I know, we haven't done anything wrong. Have we?"

"No." Adam shakes his head. "But still,"

"Just relax, Pearce." You flash him an assuring smile. "I'm going to head down to the production truck to make sure they have everything ready for the show. You go ahead and get ready for Hunter, and I'll meet up with you later, okay?" You rise to your feet.

Adam nods and walks back over to his desk. "Alright. But please don't be late to meet with Hunter." He asks you.

"Mhm. Try not to have a heart attack while I'm gone, Pearce." You muse before walking out the door.

You head down to the production truck and check to make sure that everything is in order for the night. On your way back to the office, you pass by the backstage interview setup and see Lexie interviewing Carlito and Bobby Lashley. You watch for a moment and are about to walk away when suddenly Montez and Angelo come up from behind the set and attack Carlito.

"Shit!" You curse and hurry over to the set before any serious damage can be done.

Lexie flies past you to get out of the way and you jump between Bobby wielding a chair and Carlito laid out on the floor. "Hey! Put it down!" You shout at Bobby, your hands held out in front of you.

Lashley stops mid-swing and you flinch but stand your ground. He lowers the chair to his side and glares at you. But when you remain unmoved, he storms off with Montez and Angelo.

"Someone get medical over here now!" You shout at a few bystanding stagehands.

The medical staff arrived a few minutes later and help Carlito out. You take a moment to compose yourself and get ready to hurry back to the office before you're late. Zelina Vega and Bayley interrupt you arguing about what went down at Fastlane a week ago.

"She got in the way and almost cost Iyo her title!" Bayley barks at you.

"Well, she wasn't even supposed to be down there!" Zelina whines back.

Frustrated, and knowing that you're about to be late, you glare at both women. "Enough!" You shout. "I want both of you out in the ring in ten minutes! You two can solve this little dispute out there."

Bayley and Iyo both nod and head off for their match. With the dispute settled, you hurry back to the office before it's too late.

When you arrive at the office, Pearce is standing by his desk and talking to LA Knight, Austin Theory, and Grayson Waller. Confused as to why Pearce would be talking with the three men that you're usually tasked with dealing with, you head over to them.

"What are you three doing here?" You walk over to the group. "Pearce? What's going on?? You ask Adam.

"Y/N!" Grayson and Austin turn around in unison when they hear your voice.

Knight turns around as well and sets a tentative hand on your arm. "Y/N, sweetheart, are you alright?" He asks you.

"Yeah, we heard that Bobby Lashley almost smashed you out with a chair," Austin adds.

"What the hell happened out there?" Grayson asks you.

You look at Pearce, realizing that the reason Knight, Waller, and Theory are in the office is because they came looking for you. "Lashley, Ford, and Dawkins attacked Carlito while he was doing his interview with Lexie." You explain. "I stepped in to ensure they didn't seriously hurt him, and Lashley had a chair in his hands."

"That neanderthal didn't hit you with the chair, did he?" Knight asks you.

"No, he stopped himself and put it down." You shake your head.

Austin and Grayson share a look of relief and Knight nods. Pearce on the other hand, looks like he's about to come undone. "Right, I told you three that she was fine." Adam gestures to you. "Now can you three please leave?" He asks.

"Now hold on a minute!" Knight shakes his head. "We ain't done here."

"Yeah." Grayson agrees. "Bobby Lashley can't just go walking around unchecked after almost hurting Y/N like that." He insists.

"Not while we're here." Austin agrees.

You smile to yourself at the boy's protectiveness of you, but you know that Pearce is already stressed enough about tonight. You put a hand on Grayson and Austin's shoulders and usher the pair over to your desk with Knight at your side.

"Alright you three, I appreciate the concern for me." You smile at the trio. "It's sweet you know you guys care enough to co-exist when it comes to me. But Pearce and I have an important meeting that's supposed to start any minute now. So will you three please head back to the locker room? For me?" You ask them.

"Yeah, alright." Knight nods. "But this conversation ain't over, sweetheart." He assures you.

Grayson and Austin nod in agreement. "Yeah, Lashley's going to get his." Austin huffs.

"You just leave it to us, babe." Grayson nods.

The trio finally leaves so you and Pearce are alone again. You lean on your desk and Pearce walks over to you.

"Are you really alright?" Pearce asks you.

"Yes, Adam, I'm fine." You assure him with a nod. "If I wasn't then I'm pretty sure that Bobby Lashley and the Street Profits would be in an ambulance by now." You joke with a laugh.

Pearce flashes a hint of an amused smile. "Yes, those three do make quite the intimidating trio." He muses. "It's a pain in the ass. Sometimes I wish that I was just in charge of Raw, you know?" He asks you. "You're more than capable of handling Smackdown by yourself, Y/N. Especially with those three at your side."

"What a coincidence." Hunter suddenly appears in the doorway.

"Hunter!" Pearce snaps to attention. "I didn't hear you come in."

You stop leaning on your desk and smile at Hunter as he shuts the door. "Hunter, it's good to see you." You shake his hand firmly.

"It's always a pleasure to see you, Y/N." Hunter nods. "And you as well, Adam. The two of you have been doing phenomenal work on both Raw and Smackdown." He adds.

"Thank you, sir." You nod, and Pearce does the same.

Hunter sits down behind your desk and Pearce pulls a chair out so the two of you can sit from across from him. "As I'm sure the two of you know, Survivor Series is coming up as our next paid live event." He reminds you. "Well, I've made the decision to bring back the brands war to boost our ratings for the end of the year. So, I'm splitting the two of you up. One for Raw, one for Smackdown. And I'm doing you the further courtesy of letting you choose." He explains.

You and Pearce share a look. It's like all of your prayers are being answered. You both turn back to Hunter and you smile at him. "I think I'll stay here on Smackdown, if that's okay with you, Pearce?" You look at him with a joking smile.

"That's fine with me." Pearce nods with a knowing smile.

"Perfect!" Hunter claps his hands together happily. "I look forward to seeing the two of you work to make some friendly competition." He shakes both your hands again before making his exit from the office.

Pearce laughs when Hunter is gone and you can't help but smile while you text your group chat with Knight, Waller, and Theory about the exciting news. You also mean to check up on them to see what revenge plan they've managed to come up with.

"Good luck on Raw, Pearce." You smile at him.

"And good luck to you as well, Y/N." Pearce agrees. "You and your harem of boyfriends." He jokes.

#wrestling #wwe #wwe fanfiction #wwe fanfic #wrestling fanfiction #wrestling fanfic #la knight fanfic #la knight #grayson waller #austin theory #grayson waller x reader

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Hazbin Hotel Season 1 Finale Thoughts

Honestly, didn't know entirely what to expect going into this. For some reason I remember enjoying the Helluva Boss pilot more than Hazbin Hotel, so I was surprised when the first 4 episodes dropped and I was hooked. I have many thoughts, and a few theories? Kinda curious what others think. (Haven't done something like this before so sorry if it's rambly/dumb.)

I don't have as much to say about episode 7, but there were some standout moments. This episode helped tie 6 and 8 together well with the amount of content they both covered. Songs were all pretty good, the final one was probably the best of the bunch but I'd have to rewatch. I'm not sure anything can top Stayed Gone or Hell's Greatest Dad for me though (unless Alastor and Vox have another duet).

-Alastor. Need I say more? I mean he's clearly up to something, and he made a deal with Charlie to help him in the future. Is this because of the deal HE made before that Husk mentioned? Maybe if Charlie is more powerful than the one he made the original deal with she can break it? Idk, but seems important. Sus behavior, but he does it with such style I can't be mad.

-I really loved how they didn't dwell on Charlie and Vaggie's relationship issues too much, just enough. Like it wasn't drawn out to the point of, okay we get it, you're hurt just talk it out. They had reasons to feel the way they did, but they do truly love eachother so ultimately it worked out. Rosie's talk with Charlie was refreshing. Speaking of..

-ROSIE. Rosie is so sweet! I had no idea what to expect from her, but she's great! Her and Alastor's friendship was nice to see. Very different than the one he has with Mimsie, but he seems quite fond of them both. Honestly the entire cannibal town I liked way more than expected. Susan's antics were a highlight, even Alastor made a comment about Susan. Charlie losing her cool with Susan also made me laugh out loud.

-Carmilla instantly knowing Vaggie was an exorcist was so amusing, because she basically listed all the points fans theories did as reasons for that being the case. Their dance/battle practice was very well choreographed, and I liked the song.

Okay Episode 8.

-Vox's commentary throughout the episode was so damn funny. (I love him, he's so pathetic.)

-I saw some saying that including the before battle scene was bad for pacing but I couldn't disagree more. I'm glad we got to see all the main crew interact in the hotel before shit went down. Angel's chill convo with husk, the maniacal laughter shared between Nifty and Alastor, and Sir Pentious trying and (mostly) failing to rizz up Cherry Bomb. Glad she was included in the fight, makes sense for her character and friendship with Angel.

-The "More than Anything" reprise (along with events in episode 7) helped me appreciate Charlie and Vaggie's relationship a lot more. I think we just needed more time with them.

-The entire fight segment was.. well it was alot but I liked it! I like how we got see how different members of the cast fight in their own way (meanwhile the Vees are eating popcorn). The comentary about the angelic weapons being what can damage them was funny.

-Vox's reaction to Alastor and Adam facing off made me laugh so hard I fell out of my chair. I had to pause the episode for like, 5 minutes. I don't know how I can ever recover from Vox's reaction to Alastor being "Oh fuck, I'm so hard right now." Shit was hilarious.

-I didn't think we'd see Alastor and Adam face off, but actually, that makes a lot of sense. While Charlie should be more powerful, she hadn't used her powers from what we'd seen. (more on that in a bit)

-"I'm about to end your fucking life" went so hard. That line didn't have to go so hard.

-I thought Alastor was gonna die for a sec, I should have known better. But I was still traumatized.

-Sir Pencious. The true rizz master. If not for one other, he may have been the MVP, but he certainly had the most heart. He even got to confess, good for him. Very glad he got redeemed, maybe we will still see him around. Sera and Em's reaction to seeing him was hilarious/precious.

-Lucifer appears to save the day! I wasn't sure if we'd see him but thank goodness we did. Charlie and her dad both ended up fighting to save those they love. His beef with Adam was hilarious, and super valid.

-"It's fuck you UP, Dad" Charlie whispers while everyone else looks at Lucifer with confusion.

-Nifty the true MVP. We should give her a giant flyswatter asap, for a certain moth.

-Honestly wasn't expecting Adam to die . That really caught me off guard. I guess Lute is now in charge of the exorcists, so it'll be interesting to see how that plot line continues (obviously with Lilith, which I will bring up later). Doubt this would happen, but it would be hilarious if Adam respawned in hell as a sinner for everything he's done.

-Finally, Charlie get's some positive press for her hotel and friends.

-"Charlie told me to stab, so I did".

-I loved seeing the team rebuilding the hotel, they're bonding! The memorial for Sir Pentious, and either razzle or dazzle was a nice touch. I will miss Sir Pentious's chemistry with the group, I hope he's able to visit.

-I watched the QnA with Vivzie, and Charlie and Alator's VA's. They mentioned Alastor has alot more going on and based on that final scene with him, and the deal he made with Charlie, I see Alastor playing a much more active role next season. He's very bothered by "the constrains of his deal". Possible villain arc? Hell he could be the final big bad (prob not), but as long as it involves Alastor it'll be entertaining. Meaning he can't double die. I would be devastated.

-I normally don't get into shipping, and I may be biased (fuck you Val) but in all seriousness I still can't see Vox and Val as anything more than friends with benefits. Mostly because I don't think Val is capable of anything more than that. That and Vox is a pathetic lonely man who thinks Alastor ran off again, and possibly died. Velvette will def be using that image for blackmail. This isn't really a point, I just had an urge to bring it up. (realizing as I type this that the Vox tag will be filled with Val as well for a while. Definitely need that oversized flyswatter lmfao also Vox having a functional tongue is... well that's information.)

-Is Alastor's mic permanently broken? I noticed his voice didn't have a filter right after, but I think it returned during the song. I thought I remebered reading that was part of him, so how does that work? Can it heal? Does he lose some power?

- Can't wait to see how Vox reacts when he finds out Alastor is ALREADY back lmfao and don't think I didn't notice THIS IMAGE.

Cause that's def an old picture of Alastor and Vox and I need answers. Not only that, Alastor allowed a picture to be taken with him in it, no static. Is Vox the only reason Alastor is so against cameras? I love whatever is going on between those two, even if I don't fully understand it (other than Vox having a hate boner). Whatever it is, their beef isn't nearly over yet, and with the Vees seemingly wanting to take over, things should get very interesting.

-Lilith what the hell. Why are you chillin on a beach in heaven, what have you been up to? She clearly knows about the exterminations and everything going on. Now apparently to stay in heaven, she has to help stop Charlie?? What is Lute planning here?

Anyway, those are my very disorganized thoughts about the finale. I'm excited for Season 2. Anyway, if you will excuse me, I have some things to draw, and stuff. Probably Vox and Alastor. Probably.

#hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel thoughts #hazbin hotel theory #hazbin hotel rosie #hazbin hotel adam #seriously though wtf how does a dude with a tv for a head have a tongue how the fuck does that work im scared #his outfit was cute though

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a-legacy-not-to-be-forgotten · 17 days

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Even More SequenceShift Facts

I know I've been pretty quiet on my AU's front. Part of that is because I was briefly disheartened by what I saw as a lack of interest in it from other people. I'm willing to admit it does kinda sting to see all these other AUs popping off while mine only gets a few passing nods, mainly because I can't draw any of my AU. I'm not trying to sound ungrateful though. I mean, there's always a handful of peeps who always like and reblog my SequenceShift stuff, and I do really appreciate you folks! With that out of the way, I decided to do another round of these facts with details that I didn't add in the guidebook, either because I felt they weren't important or because I forgor. Again, if I haven't mentioned something, feel free to hit me up.

Mooch is an adult by the time Clover is in the AU, but she was still a child/teen when the Outlaw (one of the Renegade humans) committed his massacre on the Wild East. It's given her a good dose of anxiety that she tries to keep covered up. There are times where she wakes up in the middle of the night after a particularly bad nightmare, with Moray calming her down and watching over her until she falls asleep again.

Starlo is the only member of the cast that interacts with Kit (think like Flowey and Papyrus in the OG Undertale). Due to Kit's reluctance, she doesn't really open up much to him besides some small talk. Starlo does have some suspicions about Kit, but due to being very busy with his duties as Captain of the Rangers, he hasn't looked into it just yet.

Echo Flowers are still existent in this AU, but they're very much endangered due to their natural habitat completely drying out. Some are still just barely alive but clearly withered, and any conversations they may have picked up are either partially or completely distorted. There is one location where they're still alive, a hidden cavern in the Barrens that only Ceroba, Starlo, and Dina know about.

Starlo still wears his poncho and sheriff's badge to this day (Ceroba does want her Rangers to wear proper uniforms, but she mostly doesn't mind any customizations beyond that). It serves as something of a reminder for what life was like before the Wild East Massacre. However, on a Vengeance run, he completely ditches the poncho to symbolize him embracing his role as Captain of the Rangers.

When it comes to SequenceShift's Genocide/Vengeance/No Mercy route, none of the boss fights are killed in one hit. All of them have different, harder encounters and fight like hell to the bitter end. There'll also be environmental changes beyond just the populace leaving.

Also, a Neutral Route will have a lot more variation beyond just the endings and NPC dialogue. Even a very ruthless neutral run will be acknowledged by the Monsters and treated as such. Clover will be punished for a near/aborted Genocide run. (I always found it weird how the original Undertale never did that, and Undertale Yellow to a lesser extent)

There are four routes planned so far: Neutral, Pacifist, True Pacifist, and Genocide. A fifth route might be possible, but nothing's come of it just yet.

Frisk is also in this AU, having arrived some time before Clover did and basically had this Sequenceshift's version of Undertale Yellow. Again, still haven't thought of much beyond that.

I'll add him to the guidebook, but Mo is indeed in this AU. He's pretty much entirely unchanged too, because he's perfect.

#undertale #undertale yellow #undertale au #undertale sequenceshift au #undertale yellow au #uty mooch #uty moray #uty starlo #uty mo #rambles

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el-dibidibidorado1 · 11 months

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Cough syrup

A/N: I know it's been a long while but life has a way to fuck over people. I had written this a while ago but I haven't had time to post it. @salenorona23

Pairings: Eddie X reader

Word count: 1k

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You had it coming. You saw the signs and you still had more than enough time to control it but now, now you are stuck in bed having to stick a thermometer underneath your tongue.

It started off with sneezing, then the shivers and cough but now it was full blown body aches and fatigue.

You figured that if you went to school it would cheer you up and make you shake the cold away, but again, you saw the signs and was slowly slouching towards Eddie's shoulder.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked.

'Men..' you thought. It was completely obvious that your fevered cheeks and slight shivers were enough to tell him that you're sick, but he didn't caught on. The two of you had a few classes together so when he didn't find you in lunch or the classes he had with you, he began to worry.

"Whoa! Whoa! We talked about this Munson!" Eddie has that habit of hiding behind Robin's locker door so when she closes it, his mug face scared her.

"Sorry." He said trying not to laugh.

"Have you seen Y/n?" Robin grabbed her backpack and walked to her class with Eddie tagging along.

"Seriously?" She raised her eyebrows.

"What?" Eddie was still so oblivious that it made him scratch his head.

"You aren't being a great boyfriend that Y/n claims you to be. You know that!" Robin said and stopped outside of her class. Eddie was too busy thinking about you, Robin sighed and flicked his forehead making him get out of his head.

"Y/n went home..." she adjusted her backpack strap and began walking in when she turned.

"They have a cold, Dingus." She said before motioning him to leave.

"Ah fuck.." he said to himself. He decided to skip a few classes and try to get stuff for you. It wasn't some cheap generic stuff but the expensive stuff. Eddie cares for you and wanted the best treatment he could offer.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called you." You told your sibling when they brought you a glass of water and some ibuprofen to bring down the fever you had. Your parents were working and they were the only ones that would be able to get out of work to pick you up.

"You're stupid. Why would you go to school like that?" They gently wiped away a light sweat from your forehead.

"I didn't think it would get this bad." Your voice was becoming hoarse from the itch on the back of your throat. They sighed and glanced at their watch, cursing.

"I gotta get back, if not the boss is going to have my head." They made you drink the pills and left another big glass of water on the nightstand.

"Should I just cal-" they became worried about leaving you home alone sick. You threw a small pillow at them making them gasp.

"Get the hell out..." you playfully say.

"I'm a big kid. I can take care of myself." With that they sigh and jingle their keys before walking out.

"Well, gotta blast." They said the motto of their job and left. You could hear them locking the front door before driving off.

"This sucks" you loudly sighed. You quickly got bored and reached over to your nightstand and took out one of the books Eddie had lend you. It was useless because you fell asleep halfway through a chapter.

Eddie drove up to your house and noticed it empty. He scratched his head and tried the front door but it was locked like always, so he used his same path to your room. You always left your window unlocked when Eddie was coming over so he did that.

He peered into the window looking at you sleeping uncomfortably. He frowned and used his big hand to lift up the window and slithered in with the full bag of medicine and snacks.

"Shit" he mumbled when he tripped over the edge and fell against your bed waking you up.

"Eddie?!" You said when you saw his hair flopping around.

"Hiya Sweetheart." He said after getting up and fixing his hair.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" You asked feeling your head pounding.

"Robin gave me the news that you had a cold." You chuckled at him. It took another person for your boyfriend to know that you're sick.

"Took you a while to notice, my lovely Boyfriend." He blushed embarrassed.

"You should go. I don't want you to get sick." You felt a tickle on your throat and coughed into your elbow. Eddie quickly searched the plastic bag and brought out a cough syrup and rushed to your side.

"Eddie, I mean it..." you managed to say and pushed him away with your hand.

"Go home." He grabbed your hand.

"I'm staying, because I care about you." He said dead serious. Your heart began beating crazily and just wanted to pull him for a kiss. He opened the bottle and helped you up. He gave you the small cup filled to the brim with syrup and your face contorted in a disgusted one.

"Take it like a shot!" He began gently pushing your hand towards your mouth. The smell made you feel a little nauseous and you threw some puppy eyes to him, hoping he wouldn't have to make you drink it.

"Give your balls a tug." He said before holding your nose making you open your mouth. He chuckled and gently tilted the cup towards your mouth making the syrup coat your mouth forcing you to swallow it. He laughed when you pushed his hands away and reached for the glass of water that was on you side.

"You are a dick." You chugged half of the water down trying to get rid of the taste.

"You have swallowed more strong stuff than that." He said placing the back of his hand against your cheeks and forehead. He hummed and lifted your shirt.

"What are you doing?" You asked when he placed his hand on your stomach feeling the temperature.

"Checking to see if you have a fever." You smiled at him loving the way he was weirdly taking care of you and let him do whatever he was doing.

"Hmmm." He kept on going in between your cheek and stomach before you stopped him.

"If you aren't sure I have a thermometer next to the cup." He reached over and grabbed it and shoved it into your mouth.

"I think you do have a fever, but it's best to make sure." He said and jumped to the side of your bed next to you. You pull down your shirt and scoot away from him but he kept on getting close until you were on the edge of your bed. He placed his arm around you and brought you to his side. You groaned and waited until the thermometer was done.

"100.4" he said when he checked the thing. He reached towards the bag and brought out another bottle of medicine making your face turn to fake pain.

"Come on this one will help even more." He opened it and poured a small amount into the cup and handed it to you. You looked at it for a second and remembered why you hated being sick.

"Please, y/n." He said your name so sweetly that you looked at him and nodded. With a deep breath you drank the syrup and quickly reached for the cup of water.

Once you were done you got comfortable and snuggled against Eddie. You gave up on trying to get away from him he wasn't going to leave your side.

"Hold on." He got up and pulled off his battle Vest and jacket and pulled you back into his embrace. Your head was against his shoulder when he looked down at you and gently grabbed your chin, making you look up at him. He used his fingers to trace all over your face, he mostly ran his index finger on the bridge of your nose.

He really didn't want you to know that he was extremely worried and upset that you had gotten sick and that it took another person for him to notice it.

Your eyes began to slowly shut as the medicine had taken effect. Once you had fully gone to sleep he got you comfortable against your pillow he went to the bathroom grabbing damp face towel. He went back to you and began wiping softly the sweat off your face while trying to cool down your reddened and hot cheeks.

Eddie made plans for the next campaign and played some background music while waiting until your fever went down.

He gently made you open your mouth so he could put in the thermometer making you weakly whine. Eddie shushed you and combed your hair to lure you back to sleep.

When your fever went down enough, Eddie felt relieved that he needed a drink or smoke but he didn't have any of that. He flipped the whole bag of goodies and medicine searching for something but found nothing. He grabbed the medicine that he had given you.

"It wouldn't hurt...will it?" He asked himself and gulped down a sip. The bitter taste of the medicine made him cough up a lung.

"Oh fuck that is nasty." He croaked and began regretting giving it to you. He drank some of your water to ease the taste and went back to cuddled with you. Soon the two of you were sleeping, well passed the fuck out because of the cold syrup that the two of you drank.

You woke up feeling hot again and moved around when you felt and heard Eddie's soft snoring. Once you were facing him you thought about waking him up but seeing him sleeping was really an experience. You would expect him to drool and snore extremely loud but you saw the opposite. He looked peaceful and beautiful.

"Oh Eddie." You mumbled and slowly got out of bed. A shower was needed due to your sweating, also to lower down your fever before it spiked again. Once you finished you check the time.

"Its time again." You grabbed the two bottles of medicine and drank the correct amount for both of them.

"Sweetheart?" Eddie had woken up while you drowned yourself with the cup of water.

"Yeah." You asked.

"Come on." He grabbed your hand and pulled you back into his embrace. You got comfortable and looked at his sleepy face.

"Eddie, you'll get sick if you spend time with me." He shook his head and pouted without opening his eyes.

"Not anymore." He said.

"What?"

"I took some syrup after you had fallen asleep." You chuckled.

"You're stupid..." he opened his eyes and smiled.

"But smart." You whispered and pulled him in for a long awaited kiss.

Once he pulls away he made sure that you're alright and lured you back to sleep.

"Get better, Sweetheart." He kissed your nose and drifted back to sleep.

#eddie munson fluff #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things eddie #stranger things season four

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fujoshiwarrior · 5 months

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limbus company 1 am (edit: now 2 am) ramblings (massive spoilers abound for canto v)

these are just some quick sleep deprived thoughts, and my analysis could be better, but i feel like talking about it anyway

i saw a post in the main tag talking about why the op really disliked canto v, and i don't wanna get into an argument and i don't want to vague the op in a way that makes it seem like im attacking them because im not, i just wanna talk about why i disagree with them

i don't think canto v was perfect or the best canto but i thought it was absolutely incredible (yes i did cry during the final boss fight), and i agree that starbuck and queequeg deserved way more screentime and development than they got (i also think the adaptation of queequeg from moby dick to limbus was woefully clumsy, which might have have been remedied by more time with her, though i still love limbus!queequeg)

however, i wholeheartedly disagree on ahab as a villain. i thought she was amazing. even if she doesn't really have any shades of gray to her, i think the point is that a lot of horrible, evil, selfish people genuinely believe what they are doing and their behavior is right and justified. furthermore, she was completely and utterly steeped in delusion and obsession to the detriment of herself and every single person remotely in proximity to her.

i need to say first that i've never read moby dick unfortunately, so i can't comment too much on limbus!ahab vs book!ahab. what i do know is that just like in limbus, ahab's obsession leads to the demise of every single crew member with ishmael as the sole survivor. since i haven't read moby dick, i had to consult sparknotes for a profile of book!ahab, and it describes him as much of a victim as he is an aggressor---however, i'll touch on that in a bit.

what i want to bring attention to is that both book and limbus ahab are characterized by sheer hubris, pride, and a god/savior complex. i want to bring attention to another classical literature character who is characterized by hubris and who also spends the entire novel on a ship: victor frankenstein.

this comparison might seem like it's coming from left field, but i promise i have a point. also, while i don't think limbus!ahab was overtly inspired by victor frankenstein, considering how obsessed pm is with literature i think there is a very low chance that kjh or at least one of the writers haven't read frankenstein. see also the parallels between angela and the monster/ayin and frankenstein in lobotomy corporation and library of ruina (especially library of ruina, where there is a direct connection between angela and lucifer related imagery, who the monster is also associated with). frankenstein ends with victor, after telling his, encouraging the sailors not to give up on trying to find a new passage channel in spite of the fact they will probably die doing so---victor has not learned his lesson, and now he's luring a group of sailors to their deaths.

ahab is so full of herself and so egocentric that even when she was facing the death of her very "self" (or...ego) she did not falter in her delusions, not even at the very, very end, and was happy to continue the cycle. the point i'm trying to make here is that a character being unambiguously bad and selfish doesn't necessarily make for a bad or uncomplicated character. i will concede though that op again has a point with the lack of screentime with ahab means that she didn't have the time to prove her complexities.

this brings me to canto v's ending. in the post credits scene, we saw the ahab somehow survived the collapse of the white whale (this is just speculation, but i think it has something to do with her ego awakening---judging off the cg art, i would guess the ego fused with the pallidification from the whale or nullified it entirely...or both maybe). i was initially disappointed by this.

however, we know very little about hermann's crew. as op touched on, and as i have touched on, ahab had little screentime and not a lot of character development. her now being a member of hermann's crew gives ample opportunity for further development of her character---i think we'll see why exactly she became so obsessed with the whale and why she is the way she is (the aspect of ahab as a victim, i imagine there's a deeply personal reason why the decided the whale was the source of all evil)

this leads to me another point op mentioned: ishmael sparing ahab.

op talks about this as a bad thing. i STRONGLY disagree.

the name of the game here is obsession. ishmael's new ego for this season is even named "blind obsession". from the 4.5 event, we saw that this obsession has been tearing her apart. several people theorized after that event, and during this canto, that she was for sure going to distort. the fact that she had a distortion effect behind her battle sprite made lots of people (including me) extremely confident that she would distort and be the boss of this chapter (outis said in part 1 that lcb doesn't need all 12 sinners to operate and you only use half in battle anyway).

if ishmael had killed ahab, she would have given into her obsession and may have *actually* distorted if she did. and she would have proven ahab completely and utterly right.

ishmael stealing away the opportunity to be the one to kill the pallid whale from ahab and leaving her to rot inside the collapsing whale with that knowledge is the best possible punishment ahab could have gotten.

that's why i didn't like the fact that ahab had survived, it felt like it defeated the point of ishmael's development and the canto itself. i changed my mind because the point of ishmael's character development was letting go of her obsession and being free from ahab, and ahab doesn't need to be dead for her to do that. and her involvement with hermann's group means an opportunity for a bigger and better comeuppance since she's probably going to have a new obsession soon enough.

#there was more i wanted to say about the lyrics to compass #and how it can be interpreted as a metaphor for breaking free from an abusive relationship #but finals are coming up and its now 2 am and i got class tomorrow soo #psi post!#projmoon

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deans-baby-momma · 1 year

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Law & Love Chapter 4

I don't stop. I keep walking away from the precinct swiftly, heading to the bus station just up the street.

That is, until I hear his voice again.

"Y/N, if you don't stop I will arrest you for assaulting an officer and fleeing the law!"

That stops me in my tracks. What the hell?! I turn to see him jogging up the sidewalk, his woman not far behind and a crowd of busybodies, mostly cops and clerks from the sheriff's office, making their way outside to pry.

"How the hell do you figure that?!" I scream at him. "I could report you for using my information for nefarious means. You used my police report for your own personal gain. Quit sending me shit while you apparently are already spoken for. I will not…."

I don't get a chance to finish because Beau grabs my arm and pulls me to the side, away from the nosy group of people behind him. Under the awning of one of the buildings between the sheriff's office and the bus station, he lets go of me and runs a hand through his hair.

"What are you talking about?" he asks, seemingly confused. "I haven't sent you anything."

By this time, the blonde who had been with him in his office joins us.

"Suuuure," I reply, sarcasm dripping. "Say that in front of your girlfriend, wife, whatever she is-" I turn my attention to her "-your man here has been wining and dining me behind your back. If I were you, I'd keep a tighter lease on the good sheriff."

To my surprise though, she smiles and then they both laugh.

"Honey, he ain't my boyfriend or husband. He's my boss," she tells me, with emphasis on the last word.

Well, can the earth just open up and swallow me whole right now? My eyes widen and then I feel the burn of a blush on my cheeks.

"What?"

"Y/N, meet Jenny Hoyt. Detective Hoyt has been helping me on a couple of cases, yours being one of them. When we came to the diner last week, we were there to ask you a few questions I forgot to ask but the Popcorn-"

"Poppernak," Jenny corrects him, with an eye roll.

"-whatever. Anyway he came in with a lead on another case and we had to jet out of there. Did you not get my note?" he finishes.

"Oh, that's what you meant by 'It's not what you think'."

"Right. I saw the look on your face. It didn't take much to figure out what you were thinking. I was actually getting ready to come over to you when Poppernak-" he enunciates slowly while glancing at the detective by his side. "-came in and we had to bolt.

"I could've called you," he gestures toward me. "But I actually don't make it a habit of using personal information like that."

"So, wait. You haven't sent me those things?"

"No, and with the history of your car being broken into, I think we need to head back to the precinct and make an official report. Do you still have all the items you've received?"

"Most of it," I answer and they both look at me, perplexed.

I sit in the hard plastic chair that faces Beau's desk as he rounds the corner and sits in a chair that looks cozy enough to nap in. It is completely unfair that he gets the comfort while I sit here, shifting and trying to find a tolerable position.

I'm surprised when Detective Hoyt-Jenny, as she wishes to be called-sits in the seat beside me.

"Now," Beau begins, a notepad in front of him and a pen in his hand. "You say you've received suspicious items? Can you describe these?"

I list each and every gift I've accepted, from the card and chocolates to the stuffed squirrel I'd thrown in his face not even an hour ago.

"Do you still have these in your possession, Y/N?" Beau asks, looking at me with a concerned smile.

“Yes,” I answer resolutely but then falter. “Well, except for the chocolates. I ate those. Now thinking back, that was probably a bad idea.”

“How long has it been since you received it?” This time Jenny is the one asking.

“A few days,” I answer and then tilt my head and look up to the ceiling, trying to recall exactly when I found the chocolates and card on my doorstep. “Uhhh, it was Thursday.”

Jenny looks at Beau with a lifted brow. “Guess we can rule out poison,” she says and I shiver at the thought that I could’ve been murdered by one of my favorite sweets. ‘Death by Chocolate’ takes on a whole new meaning to me now.

“Yeah,” Beau agrees with a nod. “She should’ve already shown symptoms by now.”

I watch as he writes a few more notes on his pad and then he sits the pen down, looks at me and clears his throat. “Y/N, I know you don’t trust me but is there any possible way you would allow an officer of the law to go to your home and enter it to retrieve the items in question? You would have to stay here with me while this happens though.”

“Oh. Okay. I mean, I guess I don’t have a problem with that.”

Beau and Jenny share a look before Jenny stands. “Can I have your keys, Y/N?” she asks with her hand opened.

After Jenny and Officer Poppernak leave, Beau and I are the only ones in the station. Apparently a town this size only has a sheriff, two officers and a detective. And one of the officers is out on maternity leave.

The precinct is quiet, except for the whirring of the A/C motor as I sit and wait for Jenny and Poppernak to return. Beau shuffles some papers on his desk and then exhales.

He stands up and walks around the desk until he can lean on the edge, right in front of me.

“I’m sorry,” we both say and then laugh.

“Ladies first,” Beau concedes,as a gentleman should.

“I’m sorry for throwing a stuffie at you and accusing you of-” I trail off. I have accused this man of so much and none of it is true. Not a single misdeed I had alleged was anywhere near the truth.”-and thinking you were married and trying to two-time your wife with me.”

Beau chuckles and drops his head. “Sweetheart, first off. That stupid little squirrel didn’t hurt me; it couldn’t hurt no matter how hard you tossed it. And second, I’ve been married and was a faithful and loving husband. I’m not a cheater–wasn’t then and sure as hell ain’t now. I asked you out because I was genuinely interested and attracted to you.”

“And you’re sorry for that?” I ask, confused.

“No,” Beau laughs. “I’m sorry for not calling on you sooner. My job, well it’s time-consuming and tedious. I had all intentions of taking you out a couple days after we met but then one of the cases I am working on took a turn and it’s been exhausting. So I’m sorry for making you think all kinds of ill about me.”

Neither of us say a word for a few minutes. Just stare at one another and let each other’s words sink in. I watch Beau’s Adam's apple bob as he swallows a couple of times and then he stands to his full height.

“Can you please stand up, Y/N?”

I do as he asks and before I know it, his lips are on mine and his arms are wrapped around my waist.

@lostinaseaoffictionalbliss @spnbaby-67 @tftumblin @sea040561 @delightfullykrispypeach @larajadeschmidt13 @atc74 @vicariouslythruspn @squirrelnotsam @sandlee44 @blacktithe7 @hoboal87 @mogaruke @deanwanddamons @supraveng @deandreamernp @akshi8278 @lyarr24 @kazsrm67 @chriszgirl92 @fanfic-n-tabulous @deans-spinster-witchs-favorites

#law & love #jensen ackles #big sky #beau arlen #beau x reader

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gardens-light · 2 years

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Date Night

Content: Just some fluff and cute adorableness.

(Y/F/M)= Your favourite meal.

"Alright. Ok. Don't mess this up. Don't mess this up."

Steven fussed over his appearance while looking into the bathroom mirror. Adjusting the collar of his white button down shirt, and straightening his yellow tie.

"Steven? The fuck are you wearing?" He looked up at his reflection. No longer copying his movements, instead the reflection frowned while crossing it's arms.

"What? I look sharp" Steven spoke into the mirror. Only for the reflection to shake it's head, "no you don't. The suit isn't only ill fitting, but it's also out dated."

Steven frowned at his reflection, it still didn't copy his movements. "Ever since you came along, my life has never been the same. Everything has been topsy-turvy. Balancing everything has just been mental."

Marc rolled his eyes, "Steven. We're not going to have this conversation now. But at least get changed while there's still time."

"Oh my days! The time! I've almost forgotten about the time!"

"Steven!."

Steven quickly patted himself down, double checking he had his keys and wallet. While mumbling his mental check list. He made sure the sticky notes of the date and time, corresponded with the small automatic calendar, and his watch.

"Right date. Right time. Good! Everything's all good! No forgetting this time-oh! Gus! Don't worry buddy! I haven't forgotten about you."

Steven sprinkled some feed into Gus' fish tank. "Wish me luck buddy! Don't worry. Shouldn't be too long!" He quickly grabbed the small bouquet of roses and sunflowers, before briskly walking down the hallway towards the lift.

On public transport and throughout the streets, strangers gave Steven confused stares and raised eyebrows, as he muttered. "Don't mess this up. Don't mess this up." Over a dozen times. Occasionally patting down his pockets, double-triple checking that his keys and wallet is definitely on him. His brisk walk and mutters under his breath continued until you came into view. His whole body coming to an erupt halt, as he looked at you.

Sitting in front of the restaurant at a table for two, the fairy lights which framed the timber of the decking, softly shined from above. Showering you with a warm glow. A dress of emerald green framed your figure, reaching at ankle length, only a midthigh split exposed your legs. Thin straps rested nicely against your shoulders, as you placed a glass of red wine down. Your relaxed gaze casually hovering over the menu.

A heavy sigh of relief washed over him, "she seems happy. Good! She hasn't been waiting for too long." Steven checked his appearance one more time in a nearby shop window. Adjusting his collar and attempting to straighten his tie, not realizing that it was more crocked than before.

Hearing the hurried but soft footsteps approaching your table, your eyes looked up from the menu. Falling onto Steven and his puppy dog gaze, "hey! Hi! Sorry to kept you waiting. Oh! These are for you." He handed you a slightly squashed bouquet of roses and sunflowers. But a flood of apologies left his mouth, once Steven realized the state of the bouquet.

"Oh no! I'm sorry! So sorry! They were fine before, someone must of bumped into me on the bus. After dinner, I'll buy a new set! I mean a new bunch!."

"No, they're lovely" you assured. "I wouldn't want another."

You politely called for the waiter that introduced himself before Steven's arrival. As you requested for the flowers to be placed in water until you left, Steven quickly sat down in the chair in front of you. Tucking himself in, but also trying to hide his old trainers under the table, now feeling slightly under dressed.

After a slight hesitation, Steven started small talk. Asking how your day was, and if you were busy at work during this week.

You weakly smiled, "um... today hasn't been too bad. Just did the usual daily chore. My boss was a bit of dick, expecting me to do more than my normal load of work. Unpaid and no help. As usual."

"Fuck your boss. Sorry! Excuse my language! But you know what I mean. Screw your boss! Well, not literally. Wait! You wouldn't, would you?"

The small talk quickly turned into Steven's rambling of nonsense. Apologizing for assuming such thing, and for asking the question. Before moving onto his explanation of how his work week has been, and slowly building up his courage to vent. Complaining the people in the advertising department has made an 'critical' error, on one of the posters advertising the latest Egyptian exhibit. And how he fails to see Donna's logic, in selling a plushie that has nothing to do with the museum or it's historical artefacts.

Rory, your waiter for the evening approached the table. His professional tone gently interrupting Steven. "Good evening, are we ready to order?."

You looked at Steven for approval, who just simply nodded.

"May I have... (Y/F/M), and another glass of wine please?."

"Excellent ma'am. And you sir?"

Snapping to realization that he hasn't looked at the menu, since his arrival. Steven fumbled with the menu and quickly glanced over it, "sorry! Sorry! I-I'll have a um..."

Rory gave you a slight side glance. You simply smiled, as your date decided on his order, "I'll have a pumpkin soup please."

"Of course. Shouldn't be too long."

The waiter's eyes lingered on you for a brief second, before walking back inside the restaurant. Brief small talk was exchanged between the pair of you, both only mentioning a random topic. Once you realized the awkward silence building up.

Honestly, you didn't know what kept you to continue this relationship with Steven. If you could call it that. Unless it was about Egyptian history or random facts, or topics you were interested in, only small talk was exchanged. You appreciated him taking an interest in your hobbies, but you could only say so much before running out of things to say. Just like his interest in Egyptology, at first it was fascinating and a different topic. And now it's just growing repetitive. But it was less painful than the convocations with the guys on your dating app.

The awkward convocations and brief moments of silence continued during your meal. Attempting to change the peace, you started to casually flirt.

"Thank you for the complement on my dress earlier." You spoke while playing with the thin necklace. "Y'know Steven, I do have another item equally nice.

He looked you over with an innocent stare, before looking under the table. "Ah yes! Your shoes matches the dress' colour! Very nice."

Rory approached the table with raised eyebrows, as your date sat upright in his chair. "Is...everything alright?" he slowly asked in a confused tone.

You weakly smiled and nodded silently. Once again, Rory gave you a slight side glance before returning your nod, and going back into the restaurant. You sighed a little as you returned to your meal. Attempting to speak about anything, before the silence swallowed you again.

"So... thinking of getting anymore pets?."

"Not a cat or dog. But I wouldn't mind getting Gus a friend. What you think?."

"Yeah...sure. Gus would appreciate some company."

Steven perked up and excitement echoed in his voice. "We could buy something together! You could name it. Perhaps a female fish?."

"A girlfriend for Gus?."

"Well... I have a girlfriend, so why shouldn't Gus?."

A sheepish smile spread across his face, as Steven begun to play with his fingers. He continued to carry the topic with excitement, talking about decorations and mini figurines for the fish tank. Anyone outside of the convocation, would believe he was talking about decorating a child's room. Rory saw your eyes roll as he approached the table one last time. He handed you a small napkin along with the bill. Before taking your empty plates and bidding a 'goodnight.'

Turning the napkin over, you pulled a puzzled expression to find a mobile number scribbled on it. Your heart melted as Steven gazed at you with sad puppy eyes. "It's just the bill" you tried to assure. "I'm happy to pay."

"No...No it's alright." Your heart ached even more, as you heard the hurt within his voice. "I'll pay. After all, I asked you. And I'll ask for the flowers too." He gently took the bill from your hand, before leaving the table, and approached the counter.

Guilt begun to creep up inside your chest and squeeze your heart. Causing an uncomfortable feeling. It wasn't that Steven was a bad date or partner. It was... well in rare occasion he was hard to read. Such as when you both made plans, but only for Steven to arrive at the location on the wrong date and time. Calling you two or three days later, asking weather you're still up for what was planned. Or to apologize for forgetting. Yet whenever the two of you were together, Steven showered you with love and affection. Making you feel appreciated and valued.

You snapped out of your daze as he came back into view. Holding the flowers from before. Leaving the table and approaching his side, Steven simply asked, "may I walk you to your car?."

You silently nodded, before taking the bouquet with a gentle grasp. The journey back to your vehicle was slightly tense, Steven lowly spoke. Breaking the awkward silence before it became unbearable, "I'm... sorry for being a bad date tonight. I didn't mean to bore you by talking so much. And I'm also sorry for the flowers- I swear they were in better condition."

You tried to pull a warm smile, "I enjoyed tonight, and the flowers are lovely."

"I noticed our waiter had eyes for you. He paid close attention."

"Rory? No, not really. He was only doing his job. Only speaking what he was supposed to say."

"Was him giving you his number also apart of his job?."

Ouch. The guilt inside your chest twisted.

"But I threw it away" you assured. But Steven only replied with a simple hum, followed by a nod.

Reaching the carpark and finding your car. Steven faced you, trying to hide his glum expression. "Well... I suppose I'll see you around."

Your lips curled as you hesitated before speaking. Not wanting the night to end on a bad note. Placing the bouquet onto the car roof, you gently reached out for his tie, fiddling with the fabric as you tugged it. Steven followed your silent instruction to come closer, closing the gap between you. Feeling the cold metal of the car's hood on the back of your knees, you carefully sat on it. Spreading your legs, so he could stand between them.

A light hearted giggle escaped your lips, as you felt his body stiffen. "I don't want tonight to end."

"Really? I-I mean, neither do I."

Your free hand snaked up his shirt, eyes widen in slight surprise as the feeling of strong muscles caressed your touch. Steven gulped as his breath got stuck in his throat, as his shocked gaze caught a good glimpse down your dress. His cheeks redden as you looked up at him with seduction, slowly biting your bottom lip.

Steven's breath quivered as he felt your hand run down his torso, towards his crotch. Your fingers rubbed and massaged the area, as you watched him tilt his head slightly back. A low moan escaped his breath, as you felt his trousers tighten.

"Shall we continue this in my car?" You teased.

"Oh yes, baby!"

The sudden change within his tone caught you off guard. Sounding almost... confident. Steven's body language also changed, his hands immediately grabbed you by your thighs. Squeezing out a small moan from you, before leading you into the front passenger seat.

Sitting in the passenger seat and pulling you onto his lap, as you closed the door. His erection pushing against your clothed sweet spot, another surprised gasp escaped from you. As Steven gave your thighs one last squeeze.

"Oh! Steven!."

"I'm sorry. But you have no idea how much I've wanted you."

You gave him a sweet smile, before placing a soft passionate kiss upon his lips.

#moonknight x reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #fanfic #x fem reader #x reader #mcu fanfiction #smutty #gardens light

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pandasmagorica · 5 months

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First watch: 10 Years Ticket episodes 13-16 (finale)

Episode 1-4 notes

Whew! That was a wild ride. Great twists, great flashback reveals, great performances all around. I highly recommend this show. Content warning for violence - it is a crime drama after all, one that focuses more on the criminal's families, with the criminals more as side characters who wreak havoc.

The only complaint I have about the writing is that a significant character does something very stupid which does not end well.

We do get more about the QL subplot between two middle-aged women, neither of whom dies.

Lots of other people die.

I learn more about Thai Buddhist funeral customs than I ever learned before.

I haven't mentioned that a lot of the story revolves around characters' love of film. I used to be very much into film, not so much in my later years, but I can tell it means a lot to them and adds to the texture of the story.

One more thing I thought about is that this is Ohm Pawat's at least second series as a son of a family that is warring with another family that used to be friends. Of course, Bad Buddy was a comedy with some drama, and 10 Years Ticket is hard drama with sparse comic moments, but the parallels are interesting.

Spoilers follow

No, the two women don't end up together again, but they end up on good terms. I have mixed feelings about this. I think it's justified dramatically, but my lesbian bestie tells me lesbian stories rarely end well. It's too much to ask one series to carry that weight, but I hope among the lesbian series we'll be getting this coming year and - if we support them - beyond that happy endings will be abundant.

We've known since episode 4 that Luk didn't do it. We learn why she confessed, and that she didn't know who actually killed her lover/Phukao's (Ohm's) step-brother Mai. We see the killing in a flashback, that, as we saw in 9-12 with the police lieutenant, the big boss took Piak's gun and shot Mai, then returned the gun to Piak.

We learn that, despite treating Kongkwan and her family as enemies, Phukao loves Kongkwan (and vice versa) and we watch their relationship soften and develop further. We didn't get the Bad Buddy parents to openly accept their children's relationship. We do get the 10 Years Ticket parents, at least the surviving ones - Phukao's parents Santi and Sai and Kongkwan's father Somkiat - to accept the relationship.

Yes, I said surviving ones. Kongkwan's mother Veena makes the mistake of filming the aftermath of a killing at the big boss's home, then showing it to the police inspector - who was there at the time - after he arrests her husband when they plant drugs in his truck. The inspector frees the husband, but later ransacks their home when Veena returns home alone. The next thing we know, the police are showing up at Somkiat, Veena, and KongKwan's home to let them know about Veena's death. I know this was needed plot-wise, but I wish they had written it some other way.

Phukao wrongly blames himself for Veena's death, and says that if he hadn't brought Kongkwan home late, Veena would still be alive. Actually, it's more likely that Somkiat and Kongkwan would also be dead and, depending on the timing, possibly Phukao. But because they didn't know what happened when Veena came home or why, they had no way to know that.

In a confrontation in the theater, Piak kills the police inspector and his assistant, then Piak and the big boss kill each other. I'm not an expert on gun violence but it strained my credulity that Sor and Plu weren't injured or killed during the standoff. It's bizarre to watch Pin (Sai's old flame) and Sor walk through the bloody theater aisle - aren't they afraid of leaving shoeprints?

At this point, everyone who was a witness to who actually shot Mai is now dead. Fortunately, Chalee, one of the drug dealers, turns himself in and talks, resulting in Luk's release from prison five months later. I guess he didn't mention Sor (Gunsmile's character) and Plu (Off's character) as they are still free to attend the film screening the characters stage as a memorial to Veena.

The end

#10 years ticket #thai series #thai drama #ohm pawat #pandasmagorica #off jumpol #tu tontawan #view benyapa

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neptoons1998 · 1 year

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One drunk night

Summary: Riri and Shuri go to the club. Too bad Riri likes to cause a scene.

A/N: Heyy Im back, life had me on the ropes but I'm here ! I'll be posting some of the works now, between Attoye and Shuriri because I haven't left this fandom yet.

Even though Shuri couldn’t drunk she still wanted to be part of the crowd. The royal was visiting Riri, who decided last minute that the pair should go to the new club that open. Shuri would be lying by saying she wanted to go, Shuri was the definition of an introvert. She loved Riri more, so out she went. Shuri was going to ignore some short girl that was causing the scene. Shuri took another sip from her drink, Shuri lost sight of Riri. The short woman claimed she heard her favorite song and wanted to dance. Shuri knew she had two left feet and decided to hang back. Riri can handle being by herself.

“So a bitch don't know how to say excuse me huh?”

Shuri quickly looked up that wasn’t just some short girl causing a scene on the dance floor. It was her short girl that was causing a scene on the dance floor. Shuri stumbled over herself as she pushed herself around the crowd to get to Riri. Riri, who was most definitely drunk was ready to fight a man twice her height and body weight. It was like a small dog thinking it could boss a large dog around.

“What did you say to me?” The man said trying to step closer to Riri. Shuri slipped herself between the pair, “Nothing we’re just leaving actually.”

Riri scoffed crossing her arms, “Who’s we? ‘Cause last time I checked, I’m not french.”

“Congrats, you're french now,” Shuri said before Riri could start arguing again. Shuri didn't have time to deal with an international incident because someone wanted to talk to her girlfriend sideways.

“We’re leaving,” Shuri said as she wrapped her hands around Riri’s shoulders stirring her outside the club. The cool air greeted the pair. Shuri still holds on to Riri, fearing the short gremlin who turns around to go back to get the last word in with the man. Riri shook her head, “I could’ve taken him.”

Shuri was thankful her powers didn't let her drunk because she had to keep an eye on her girlfriend, “I disagree.”

Shuri was not completely sure how the pair made it back to Riri’s dorm, Riri was all but carried the whole way back. Not that Shuri would complain she love having Riri close to her. She hoped one day if she played her cards right. Riri would be her wife, but for now, the couple will take their time together.

“Next time you want to fight someone pick someone who’s the same size as you, huh?”Shuri huffed out as she placed her girlfriend on her bed. Riri groaned back as Shuri took off her heels, once she was done she placed a soft kiss on Riri’s forehead. The college student grumbled as Shuri stepped away from her.

"Nooo,” Riri whined out to her. Shuri couldn't help be see how adorable her girlfriend had hiccups and all. In Riri's buzzed state wanted to cuddle Shuri. She placed her hands on Shuri’s wrist, “Stayyyyyyyyyy! It's so cold alone."

Shuri gave a snort forgetting how clinging her girlfriend is when she had too much to drink, "I am, but someone has to turn off the light, my love.”

“Oh,” Riri said as she placed her head on the cool pillow, letting go of Shuri. Even in her drunken state, she watched Shuri turn off the light. Leaving the couple in dark together, once Shuri was in the bed Riri quickly cuddled up against her.

She let out a soft sigh taking in Shuri’s scent as she does,"Yer so pretty."

"And you are very drunk," Shuri smirked in the dark. Riri could only cuddle deeper in Shuri's hold.

That's for Future Riri can handle the hangover after all she had Shuri to help her.

#shuriri #riri williams #shuri udaku #shuri x riri #fanfic #ao3

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timeoverload · 1 month

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Yesterday wasn't a very good day for me. I got woken up by a fox screaming in the yard again around 5am. I yelled out my window to scare it away and thankfully it worked. I don't like yelling at them because they are too cute. After that, I couldn't relax so I didn't go back to bed until about 6:30. I slept until noon which is unusual for me but I felt like I needed to do that.

My boss said that she was going to text me yesterday to let me know what is going on but she didn't. I didn't want to text her because I felt like I was annoying her about it on Thursday. I'm guessing she didn't get a chance to meet with the lady from HR either. I think it's so dumb that I have to jump through hoops to get time off. It wasn't this bad before I started specializing in eyes. They also switched to a new program for payroll a few years ago and it has gotten so much worse since then. My boss thinks I have a doctor's appointment on Wednesday because I didn't want to tell her what I was doing. I shouldn't have to explain myself. That shouldn't be the only thing I'm allowed to take time off for. I am just so upset about it and I probably won't know until Monday unfortunately. I'm not going to bother her over the weekend about that.

I also was not feeling good all day and I was in a bad mood. My allergies are kicking my ass and I think inhaling rust particles on Thursday contributed to my issues. I love spring but I hate sneezing constantly.

I feel slightly better today. I had to go pick up some allergy medicine this morning because I'm afraid it's going to get bad again. I think I sort of did this to myself because I want to have my window open. It's just so nice out.

I am a little concerned because my grandma texted me last night at 10:30 and told me to call her when I'm not busy. I didn't see it right away but I told her I would call her this afternoon. I wanted to get a couple things done this morning before I did that. I am afraid that she is going to have bad news for me. She usually doesn't text me late at night so I thought that was weird.

I was thinking about my mom a lot yesterday because I realized I haven't heard anything from her in a while. I don't think she has texted me since November. She used to blow up my phone all the time and it was really annoying but at least I knew she was still alive. My grandma is the only person that she is in contact with anymore. I am afraid something happened to her because I couldn't stop having thoughts about her getting hurt before I got that text from my grandma. I don't know where she is or what she is doing. She is not in good health and I'm worried. I can't go see her by myself and I don't think I am going to get another chance anyway. There's nothing I can do about it.

I know my grandma hasn't been doing very well either. She will be 79 this year. She has been having a lot of health problems for a long time and I know she falls all the time. She is so depressed. I wish I could help take care of her like I used to but she's too far away now. She wants to move back here but she can't do it on her own. I think she needs a caregiver and she spends too much time by herself. I know she would be in a better mood if she wasn't alone all the time. I try to talk to her as often as I can and I know my dad calls her sometimes too. She is upset that my brother and sister don't want to talk to her and I feel bad. There's nothing I can do about it because they don't talk to me either. Hopefully she doesn't have something serious going on because I worry a lot. I want to be there for her because she deserves that after taking care of everyone else her whole life.

I need to stop jumping to conclusions and being anxious. I just need to call her and find out what is going on. Maybe she just wants to talk and I'm getting myself worked up for nothing.

Anyway, I think I am going to do that soon. I'm sure I will be on the phone for a while because that's usually what happens when I talk to her. I don't know what I am going to do after that but I will try to enjoy the rest of my day.

I hope that everyone has a good day today. 💖💖💖

#personal

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babeczka415 · 1 year

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Eternal Love

Chapter 2

It's been a week since that morning I came home. It's been seven days and who knows how many hours since he left me. My heart aches in ways I can't even describe. Jessy has stopped by making sure I eat and cleaning up. She finally got me to talk the other night and we drowned ourselves in wine and ice cream while watching horror movies. I haven't told Dan yet and I know that conversation was coming tonight as it was the night he and Jessy always came around to have fun.

I manage to get out of bed and move to the couch with my laptop. I have never been more grateful for this job than I am now. It allows me to work from home and as long as I tell my boss in advance no video chats. I just told him I was sick but still able to work. Eventually I know that isn't going to work but it's been a blessing this week.

I keep checking my phone all day hoping for something from him. Something to explain but still nothing. Instead I have a text from Lilly, I curse her under my breath. She only wants to talk to see how he is.

Lilly: MC, everything okay? We haven't heard from him or you.

MC: No everything isn't okay and please stop talking to me only to find out how he is. He left me a week ago and told me to move on.

MC: I'm gonna say you and Hannah should do the same thing and just forget him!

I sign off just as fast as I send that message and I'm glad it's the end of the day. I head into the kitchen and grab the Jack Daniels and take a drink from the bottle. It burns going down but at least it's a feeling. I hear the door unlock as Jessy has a key.

"I don't know why you didn't knock like we always do" Dan states.

I sigh, I hope she doesn't tell him why. I turn around with the bottle still in my hand and I see them in the doorway.

"Hey don't start the fun without me" Dan laughs.

I smile the best I can and he instantly knows something is wrong.

"Still nothing?" My red haired best friend asks and I shake my head while taking another drink.

"What is going on?" Asks Dan.

"Jake is gone," I say, looking away from him. He wraps his arms around me. He's finally started walking again after the accident and I just cry into his chest.

"We will make you forget all about him," Dan says, lifting my head up. I lean against him not being able to say anything.

I was expecting an 'I told you he was bad news' or something along those lines from Dan but he instantly goes into best friend mode.

Jessy grabs out all the junk food she has brought over and we make a table top on the bar between that and different alcohol. These two know exactly what I need after having my heartbroken by the man I thought was my forever.

We pile on the couch and throw in movies after movies. I remember taking a silly picture of us but I don't do anything with it.

Jakes POV:

It's been seven days and 16 hours since I left her. I never wanted to fall in love but she did it. She made me fall in love with her.

Tonight I'm in an abandoned warehouse tracking my pursuers. Sleep has not been my friend in a while and this last week has been worse. Everytime I close my eyes I see her smile, her sleeping. I feel her curled up against me afraid to lose me.

You see when I told her my location I knew what was going to happen. I knew she wouldn't let go of me but I needed to see her and feel her touch and kisses one more time before I broke her heart. Those hazel eyes as she spun around were full of love and feeling safe.

I knew I could never be HER safe haven. I also know she would give up everything for me if I so much as hinted at it.

I couldn't bring her into this world, more than I already had. She needed to live her life normally, before she got dragged into finding Hannah and falling in love with me. She needs a normal future, one not on the constant run. I have no idea when I can give her that and I knew it from the start.

You see she's the good girl, the girl every guy wants. I'm troubled, she knew that but still fell. It's the typical good girl who falls in love with the bad boy. What the normal story doesn't tell is how the bad boy fell in love with her, but just wanted to keep her safe.

I hear my phone go off and I look and it's Lilly. I hadn't reached out and I wasn't planning on going until I knew I was safe. I sigh as I open the location on MC. I have to make sure they aren't tracking her. She's at home like she has been since she entered back in. I could pull up her webcam but it would just break my heart. I do follow her social media but lately she hasn't been posting but I keep a watch.

I see a photo pop up, which is odd at the time. It's a photo of her, Jessica, and Daniel curled up on the couch with drinks. I read the caption and my heart breaks.

When your world is falling apart, you can't ask for more than best friends, Jack Daniels, and lots of junk food.

The photo looks odd then I realize it's taken at night and it's now the next morning… eight days since I saw her smile at me, even in her sleep.

I set Nymos up and lean back on the couch trying to catch some sleep hoping she doesn't haunt my dreams.

#duskwood fandom #fanfics #duskwood jake #duskwood fanfiction #duskwoodlover #duskwood #jake x mc #duskwood mc #eternal love

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