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pen-observing · 1 year

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the brothers react to you losing love for them

a/n: I haven't opened this game in a while so it made me think about this angst!! enjoy it

Lucifer has this tendency to over analyse everything that goes around him and truth be told, you are no exception to that. Did you really think he wouldn't notice that you've grown doubtful of your own love? That you've suddenly found more and more excuses not to spend time with him? He can see how painful this is for you. Your eyes still sparkle when you see him and your heart skips a beat but somehow it lessens to where that shine becomes dimmed. He finds it funny, how, in his experience, it is humans who lose feelings quicker than him and those so much older. Lucifer has principles that he holds everyone and himself to - and one of those is lessening your burdens. Your feelings have changed and you are trying to come to terms with that but he doubts you would ever approach him about it yourself. So, he brings it up first.

And when he does bring it up - it is on the most mundane night. The two of you did not travel to a special place, you didn't even leave the house. He invited you in his study to simply see just how much his company is no longer a complete comfort. And when he lifts his head up from those pesky papers, he sees you staring out the window.

It hurts him but he still says: "You're allowed to leave." He can see that you're confused. "You're allowed to leave me, my love." He can't stop himself from calling you that. Here he is, lessening up the burden for you, telling you to break up with him - but it is with everlasting love that he makes this easy for you.

Mammon simply refuses to believe anything has changed. For someone so intrinsically impulsive and naturally intuitive - he lies to himself and would gladly do it forever. 'Yes, my human's hand doesn't grip mine as tightly as it did before.' and 'Yes, they're sometimes lost in their own world but..they're human! Humans are known for this!'. You have to be the one to do it. Mammon simply wants to live in this love forever. Some have looked at him with pity for it but he has no problems. As long as they don't say anything. As long as he can believe his own love is enough - he pays it absolutely no mind.

Except, he has to listen to you. And even you were not sure how to bring it up. However, while he was resting his head in your lap during a 'throw-whatever-movie-on' night; the couple on the screen broke up and it was like something got lost between the two of you. It started as a simple debate over if the couple should have broken up at all. Mammon and you were on opposite sides of course and it caused an argument. After it escalated he simply yelled 'break up with me already. stop being dishonest!'. It simply flew out. He never wanted it to be said by anyone but he couldn't like anymore.

And break up you did. It was odd, you had to comfort him about it, you had to live with him and hear him crying, you had to see his puffy eyes. And Mammon kept protecting you still. Just...give him time. Give him forever if you can. Forgive him when he introduces you as his significant other, forgive him when a loving nickname slips out and forgive him for when he simply looks like he is begging for your love while you call him 'your best friend.'

Leviathan somehow ends up taking it far easier than you would have imagined. He always live in this state of thinking that the worst is coming to him and, it is not a betrayal, that he imagined you breaking up with him several times. He has had nightmares about it and he has had intrusive thoughts. But, the difference from this time vs any other - is reality itself. Before, he would open up to you about his nightmare and you would hold him dearly. You would chase it all away. You would reassure him that his doubts were just the worst parts of him coming to surface.

But, this time, you have to comfort him about the reality of his situation. His doubts were grounded this time and they came true. His love and his tries were simply not enough.

Now, you have to give him space. Too much space. How does he rationalise wanting to see you all the time and never wanting to see you love someone else?

It truly doesn't matter what you or his brothers or even he himself does - he will end up hurting for a long time. But, it is fine...his love has no place to go, but he thinks that letting you go proves just how strong it is.

Maybe one day - you will come back to him.

Satan thinks it is a curse to be able to tell when someone doesn't want him around. And the worst part of it all is the fact that you are not even aware what you feel. He can tell. He could always tell. You don't know why time with him spent seems longer and longer nor do you know why you are not fulfilled as you were before.

Satan has not changed nor has his love - but your feelings are starting to become lost instead of grow. You still look at him with loving eyes but he constantly asks himself 'how much longer? how much longer until they realize it? until they leave me?'. That is no way to live and sustain a relationship and he brings it up first during an expensive dinner. You are trying to properly cut the meal and he looks at you from across the table.

"Do you remember what I told you once during our morning tea?" "I...I don't think I do. Which morning tea exactly?" "When we first started dating." He can tell you do not remember so he continues. "I told you that if your feelings ever start to change you should immediately tell me."

It is...pitying how you look at him in such a confused way. You haven't figured it out yet. But after this you will.

"You will regret breaking up with me." His old habits are hard to break. It seems like an angry sentence but it is not a threat or anything of the sort. He says it as an observation - as a hope to himself.

"My feelings have not changed. Even if your own probably have. But, please remember everything I have said."

The two of you continue to eat dinner. But something tells him once this is over - nothing will be the same as before.

Asmodeus will never not equate your love lessening to him not being good enough. And that is precisely why he takes it the worst out of any person you could know. Asmodeus has so much love to give, and his identity and pride center on loving and being loved in return. He tries everything he can. More expensive treatments, better skin care, fancier dates and bigger romantic gestures. He even reads books on how human emotions change and every single time he turns onto a new page - his heart breaks. He can notice even the smallest signs that lead up to it.

But, when the signs are small, he figures that he can fight them with just grander gestures. That your doubt is temporary and soon all of your love will find its way back to him.

But Asmo never likes fake flattery or fake love extended in his direction. If your words are not true - don't say them at all. If your love is lessening - at least respect him so much that you are honest about it.

"I never expected this..." "Hmm, Asmo? You never expected what?"

The two of you are in his bed, cuddled up close.

"I have had people not fall for me at all - but I never expected you would fall for me so hard and then slowly lose your love." His arms tighten around you as he says it. What is there left now?

Beelzebub has always been so kind to you. That the realization of your lack of love comes as a natural thing after a long time. Why? In his kind nature - he never demanded anything of you. Beel accepted what you would give and never made you feel uncomfortable with what you were not willing to do. In simple terms, his whole being adjusts to you. And when he sees you shy away, when he sees you get lost, when he sees even the slightest hint of hesitation - he stops. And with it, the two of you carry on with the title of a couple but the parameters change. You two are definitely in a relationship it doesn't matter that your kisses lessen until they almost disappear. All that matters is that you find comfort in one another's presence.

Others have tried to bring it up but your love is simply confusing to everyone around you. It is like the both of you are oblivious to the changes until one day, when your own heart skips a beat when you see a stranger on the street.

And then you realize it. Somewhere, you've lost the title of a couple. You've simply transformed into great friends without realizing it. So, by the time you bring it up - both you and Beel are fine with it. This breakup doesn't cause either of you pain and...hurting him would be the last thing you would want.

Except, you will never know that Beel has realized it a bit before you, that he had to get over you before he was ready to let you go.

Belphegor never sees his love lessening and he cannot imagine it ever would. So what if he notices the signs? It doesn't mean that he will act on them. He has written papers on humans before and he is wiling to call this one of your 'temporary changes' that would later on make you realize just how much you actually love him.

But he gets impatient so quickly. He is as he always was in this relationship but you are slowly creating a distance between the two of you. He can tell how you are going to talk to him about your feelings soon and he absolutely hates it. He can see it coming when you look at the ceiling with empty and insecure eyes; and instead of letting you speak, he holds you so tightly that he buries his face into the pillow.

"Don't do it. Don't you dare tell me."

And you immediately know what he is referring to.

"I don't wish to hear it." And you want to tell him that he has to. That its been a long time coming.

"Let me sleep instead; stay in my arms for a little while longer."

Your break up with him has no chance of ever being pretty. He will simply tell you 'no' and 'don't you dare make me listen to that.' and 'let me love you a bit longer.' But, after you finally refuse to listen to him and tell him how it is - over time, he will find it in himself to forgive you. But he needs so long to actually get used to you not being there for him to love anymore.

#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me brothers x reader #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me angst #obey me swd #not gi #not rook's bow

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 9 months

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Dad!Jack One Shots and Concepts Masterlist

One Shots:

You and Me

You Are My Sunshine

Just The Three Of Us

Father and Daughter

Un bébé à Paris

School Day Blues

A Perfect Blend of Me and You

Waiting in Vain

Gravity

Questions (follow-up to Gravity)

Home Run

Brooklyn Learns to Swim

Sparks

A Little Bit Older, A Little Bit Wiser

Not So Sweet Dreams

Three Men and a Baby

Heart and Soul

Bloom

One-Sentence Requests:

“What makes you think I trust you?”

"Bless you! You don't have to be such a dad!"

"You're like Velma without her glasses"

"You don't have to to do everything for everybody, you know that!"

"I think my water just broke"

"Baby diarrhea is nothing to be embarrassed about!"

"Nightmares are the worst, I'm sorry baby"

"please stay baby"

"How lucky am I to get to love you forever?"

"i don't want our daughters around those people"

"you're being annoying"

“You’re my girl”

“Daddy, can I have a kiss please?”

“I love your body. Everything you hate about it is what drives me crazy.”

"Baby your allergies are awful."

"I just wanted it to be perfect"

"Daddy, can we keep the turtle?"

Concepts:

A sick Brooklyn wants cuddles with Jack

Brooklyn give Jack a run for his money

Playing hide and seek with Brooklyn

Brooklyn's first day of preschool

Brooklyn wants to buy a gift for Jack

Jack takes Brooklyn on stage during a concert

Brooklyn is scared of Jack's loud sneezes

Jack and Family go to the grocery store

Brooklyn wants Jack to come play in the pool

Brooklyn comforts you when you get morning sickness

Playfully flirting in front of the girls

A sleepy Jack takes care of baby Brooklyn

Headcanons

Dad!Jack

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow x reader #jackharlow #jack harlow concepts #jackman harlow #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fanfic #dad!jack

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konigs-whore · 8 months

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Had you- Ghost Riley

{ warnings: sad, sad as hell. Hurt and absolutely no comfort.}

> little something I thought of a few hours ago, so I decided to write it. Not a proper fic, but the feels are the same. ( not proofread)<

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Two years ago I would’ve punched someone in the face for telling me that love makes you weak. That it reduces you to ash. But as I’m sitting here, on a stone cold chair in the infirmary, where I have been sitting for twelve hours. Waiting and praying for a doctor or a nurse to come rushing through the door, telling me you’re okay.

All comprehension of time slips through me. Reality morphs into a nightmare. Fear crippling my soul, my heart. Fighting the urge to scream at the top of my lungs as I bare the news.

When I close my eyes, you are here; with me, holding my hand. Guiding me through the dark and telling me to weather the storm.

My lighthouse in the chaos of the storm, as I am yours.

The promise of forever hanging off our lips as our legs are tangled together, love and safety wrapping us in a timeless bubble.

All those missions, never leaving each others side as we storm through the worst- with the promise of walking away together. Making it another day.

I scream, so loud I fear my eardrums may burst. My body trembles with each scream, throat burning and raw.

I kick and scream at anyone that comes near, anyone that’s not you. No one has your touch, your smell, your beautiful soul.

The way you held me so gently, always whispering in my ear how I was your sun, and to live without me would be impossible.

What about me? Did you think about that? How you came stumbling into my life, a hardened wall almost impenetrable, yet you let me break down those walls.

Let me hold you as you broke down, telling me of your childhood, the horror you faced and your nightmares at night.

How you wished to grow old with me and our family, holding our daughter with such tender care, so much love and protection.

The way you cried from happiness the day she was born, being forever grateful for our family that we made.

The agony I felt gripping my heart as I watched that bullet pierce your chest, watched you collapse onto the ground.

My world, my everything. Collapse. Never once did I think I would lose you.

We were meant to be forever, but forever never really lasts.

The news never came.

The doctor didn’t tell me you made a miraculous recovery.

That you ’re okay.

They gathered around me, solemn faces peering into my heart.

They told me you were gone.

Lost the very moment we made it through these heavy doors.

My whispers to you, to keep fighting for me, for our daughter. Rang upon an empty shell of the man I loved.

You were not here.

Gone somewhere I cannot follow.

You left me here, holding your lifeless hand.

And it kills me with such agony.

Like a flower that withers away once it’s plucked. You were my nourishing soil.

Each day apart from you, a petal is lost.

Until I am left as nothing but a stem.

#call of duty #john price #konig cod #konig mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #soap call of duty #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #john soap mactavish #ghost simon riley #ghost fanfiction #simon riley #simon riley fanfic #ghost cod fanfic #ghost call of duty #call of duty fanfic #price call of duty

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xxavengingangelxx · 5 months

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Somewhere Only We Know 4/?

Part 4, loves!

Triggers: Flashbacks/nightmares about torture, mentions of self-harm, mentions of suicide, mentions of possibly abusing a pregnant woman (neither party knew yet), mindfuckery Graves playing mind games, possessive behavior. Let me know if I forgot any!

Taglist! @unicorngirly1 (thanks for the ideas, love!), @sharksausages, @bellgraves, @josieguts, @lily-lily131313, @shepgurl - if you want in, let me know :)

A/N: This is entirely new territory for me! Lots of ups and downs in this one. Let me know what ya'll think! These chapters are getting harder to write, I'm not sure why! It might be because of my overwhelming work schedule and exhaustion. But I love this fic :)

Val experiences ups and downs in her first few days back with Shadow Company. Graves increases security but Val still feels vulnerably, especially when she finds out she's still expected to be in the field to help put an end to Makarov, a man she is terrified of.

You woke up to someone with their hands on your arms. You forgot you were back with Graves and lashed out. Or you tried to. He subdued you easily.

“It’s me, Val,” he said quietly.

You sat up. He was dressed. You weren’t. The scratches on your arms were worse than you thought.

“Why’d you do that to yourself?”

“It was a lot. It just brought back bad memories,” you responded. You were getting teary-eyed. Again. Fuck these hormones. “Shit, they drugged me, restrained me. They had me in cuffs and were about to lock me up—”

He hadn’t seen you cry in months. The last time Graves had seen you cry was when you were being tortured for information. You covered your face, trying to keep from sobbing.

So Graves, surprisingly, just held you until your tears stopped. Bandages were placed on the worst scrapes.

Graves had done that before. He’d patched you up plenty of times after his men were finished ripping you to pieces while interrogating you. Your schooling background told you he had done that to get you to associate him with comfort and to make it more likely that you open up to him (and you did; you eventually broke under all that torture and gave Graves exactly what he wanted).

But one thing Graves had not done before, ever, was hold you. Sure, you’d both laid around in bed after having sex but that was a far cry from Graves holding you for comfort.

“Shepherd hadn’t made me aware it had gone that far,” Graves’s voice was calm, weirdly soothing. “Wait,” Graves gently pushed you out of his arms and those deep blue eyes met your darker, red-rimmed ones.

“So they were about to lock you up, and you were steps away from being put in a cell,” Graves stated.

“Yessir?”

“You can knock off the sir unless we’re roleplayin’, darlin,” Graves smirked. His tone then turned serious. “Why didn’t you break? You would’ve gotten way better treatment if you’d just talked, told ‘em everything about me, Shadow Company, everything.” Graves paused before adding, “About everything we did to you.”

“I couldn’t. You were just following orders.” you said simply. “It’s—I’m—I’m—I don’t know how to explain it. I’m weirdly attached to you. And I’m convinced it’s just gonna stay that way forever. You’re never gonna let me get away are you?” You stopped before adding, “Be honest,”

“Hell no,” Graves answered immediately. “I wasn’t gonna let you go before but now that you’ve got my kid? Never.”

“And what would you have done to me if I’d talked?”

Graves didn’t answer.

“Or maybe not you but your men.”

“Tread carefully, Val,” Graves warned darkly.

That tone, that look, let you know that if you pushed enough buttons in the right order on the wrong day, Graves wouldn’t hesitate to at least smack you.

“I’m scared of you, Graves,” you finally admitted. “And while they’ve saved my life several times in the field, I’m terrified of your men.”

And the next question slipped from your mouth before you had a chance to stop it. “Would you have had them hurt me knowing I’m pregnant? If I’d talked at that hospital?”

The look in Graves’s eyes said it all. It took every ounce of strength in his body not to at least shove you. But he restrained himself. You saw an inner battle in that blue gaze, kind of like a bright, blue-sky summer day being interrupted by storm clouds but with the storm not quite gaining enough strength.

“Phil,” his voice was much softer than expected. And the look on his face was one you’d never seen before. Concern? Regret? Shame? Alarm? “I need an honest answer to the next question I’m going to ask you,” his voice gained an edge but it was no longer near as intimidating as it had been a minute ago when he’d warned you to tread carefully, Val.

“We’ve been—together so to speak since—”

“You mean we’ve been fucking since the first night we met when 141 introduced me to you, yes,” you added shamelessly. Only you had expected that relationship to be a meaningless friends with benefits stress release on the battlefield. You two were the only Southern Americans on the blended unit and so you connected and you started fucking. Harmless, right? Now look where you were. You wondered just when Graves became obsessed with you.

Graves didn’t take comfort in your attempt at humor and again, you hadn’t smiled in over 3 months now so neither did you. You wanted to get to the bottom of what he was asking because you hated him questioning you about anything. It tended to bring back bad memories.

“Did I have you tortured while you were pregnant?” Graves asked. “How far along are you?”

And a tiny part of yourself wanted to make Graves to feel like shit for doing what he did to you. What had done to you had been war crimes. But the brainwashed part of yourself overwhelmed that rational part of your brain.

“I don’t know,” you responded. Besides, you were terrified of what he would do or what he would order his men to do to you if he found out you lied and said that yes you are 100 percent sure you had been pregnant when he’d had you tortured. “I’m between 2 and 3 months.”

“Holy shit,” Graves counted on shaky fingers. And then his gaze met yours when he made the connections in his brain. It was entirely possible that you were ether pregnant or became pregnant shortly after he’d had you tortured. “But that’s an estimate,”

“Yessir. Most likely between 2 and 3 months. I just didn’t show cuz…all the gear and the required exercise routine and I’m on the smaller side.”

“So there’s a possibility I—”

“I don’t think you tortured me while I was pregnant,” but were you really a hundred percent sure of that? The hospital had told you in clear words: “How far along you are right now is an estimate. You could be further along. The detention facility you’re going to is going to have to call in an OB to get your history and run other tests. We’re just not too confident in how far along you are other than to say you’re about 2-3 months.” Hell, you’d wondered back then if Graves had indeed had you tortured while you were pregnant.

But here you were again trying to protect him.

Graves had stepped out a while ago.

You were exhausted and your head pounded. You were again feeling sick and seriously fuck these hormones because you were teary-eyed again.

You cried yourself to sleep.

You dreamt of your initial captivity with Graves. When he was still having you tortured. Only at that point he had started introducing hypnotic and mind altering drugs to try and get you to break.

You were strapped down after you’d freaked out and pulled that IV out of your arm in a second attempt to take your life. You’d been beaten, tortured, sleep deprived, and now you were being drugged. A nurse practitioner and combat medic, Shadow 10-4, had been put in charge of balancing your medical needs and trying to get answers out of you using drugs.

Everything kept going from muffled to painfully sharp and loud. You were drifting in and out of consciousness although you probably looked unconscious to Graves who was standing in the room having a conversation with none other than his superior, Shepherd.

“She’s not gonna break, General,” Graves’s voice went to sounding far away to sounding like he was shouting in your face. He sat next to you. Right next to you and his weight, his scent, his presence made you want to get the hell away from him but you were restrained and you were getting more and more intoxicated off of whatever the hell they were pumping into your veins.

You tried to focus on the oxygen catheter pumping oxygen into your nose rather than Graves’s voice because Graves’s voice was nightmare fuel right now. He was the one commanding his men and telling them what to do when they ripped you apart looking for the codes to those homing beacons.

Your drugged out mind reminded you that there was a 10-year age gap between Graves and you. He was about 10 years older than you. The volume on his phone was set to be just loud enough to where you could hear it. So when he sat next to you to talk to his superior, your suddenly ultra sensitive ears picked up on what Shepherd was saying.

Or were you hallucinating?

“Keep the prisoner focused on their own self-preservation and eventually they will break.”

“General, we’ve broken men in hours and we’ve had her for days. She won’t break.” Graves paused before adding, “Let’s stop.”

“Now you’re outta your damn mind,” you heard Shepherd snap. “Stop letting your feelings for this brat cloud your judgement. She’s listed in your paperwork as an enemy combatant, is she not?” he demanded.

“Yes, sir, she is,” Graves conceded.

“Treat ‘er like one,” Shepherd ordered. “You haven’t done any of it yourself have you? Tortured her.”

“I give the order—”

“Not what I’m askin, soldier,”

“I can’t sir. I cannot.”

“Are you limiting your men in what they can do?” Shepherd sighed.

Graves didn’t answer.

“If she doesn’t break in the next day, I’m gonna come in and break her myself,”

You awoke with a start. When it came to these dreams, you weren’t sure if they were complete fabrications of your imagination or whether they were partially true or if they were something else entirely. Had Graves really wanted to stop trying to break you?

Now that you were back with Graves you reached towards the nightstand, looking for something. Graves’s men had shared with you a bad habit: vaping.

And when you found yourself getting emotionally overwhelmed, you found yourself doing two things: vaping and blasting music. But you didn’t have your headphones. For some reason, you hadn’t gotten those back from when you’d been detained. 141, the police, and the military had thought they might be wired as explosives.

You quickly learned that you didn’t have your vape either. If you knew Graves well, and you felt like you did, it was just one of the many minute details of your life that now Graves would ensure to have complete control over.

You were still trying to get used to Graves holding you just because he wanted to it seemed. It caused anxiety still because when he’d held you all those months ago it was to restrain you or hurt you. Even now you shook just slightly in his arms. Whether that was from fear, nicotine withdrawals, hormones, all of the above, or something else you did not know.

He still scared you and couldn’t he tell you were uncomfortable? It wasn’t like Graves to care. It seemed that your relationship would continue to be toxic, just in an entirely different way. Instead of being physically abusive, he was going to be physically and mentally overbearing. He would control every aspect of your existence and whenever that poor kid was born? Graves would control their existence, too.

“Why you hummin’, darlin’?” his voice made you jump. “Get your headphones and listen to something.”

“They didn’t give ‘em back to me when they handed me over to Shepherd,” you responded.

“That’s just fuckin’ cruel,” Graves commented. “No wonder you agreed to come back to me. Consider them replaced.”

“I can’t vape, can I?”

“No ma’am,” he drawled. “Took that shit before you even got back. That was a bad habit my boys taught ya.” He paused before adding, “I still wanna know why you didn’t talk. They were about to lock you up.”

“I wasn’t gonna betray the father of my child,” You said.

And just like that, Graves’s mood switched. “Shepherd was right,” he smirked. “You’d make great wife material.”

There was that word again: wife.

“I’ve got my boys staying here watching you,” Graves’s voice drew you out of a light slumber. Your eyes stung and you were nauseous. Graves’s kid hadn’t even been born yet and he was already giving you a hard time. “Plus I’ve got something for added security.”

And while you still did not completely feel safe around Graves’s men, they had saved your ass more than once in the field. You were too tired, too exhausted to talk. And you were scared that if you opened your mouth that you’d be sick.

One of the last things you heard was Graves telling one of his men just outside the door asking about you that you should be okay. Graves told him to just give you some space until he got back. That you felt warm and didn’t seem like you were feeling well.

The only thing you hoped for was that Graves would hold off on telling Shadow Company about the pending addition because while you somewhat trusted them to keep you safe, there was no fucking way in hell you’d trust any of those men with your child. Those men had beaten and tortured you for days on end.

Those were your last thoughts before you passed out from exhaustion.

The door squeaked open. It didn’t open much but someone or something slipped in. The bed dipped and you felt something wet on your face.

“Graves, c’mon man,”

Was he licking your face?!

“That’s Riley,”

You jumped up, covering yourself with the sheets. There was a large German Shepherd next to you, licking your face.

“Riley?” You remembered that 141 or it’s allies had a dog named Riley once.

Was it the same dog?

“It’s not the same dog,” Graves clarified. “I just named it the same just to fuck with ‘em,” he smirked.

You felt a twinge in your chest when you heard Graves said he still liked messing with 141.

“We’re not gonna get along,” Graves read your mind. “They took you from me and I don’t play that shit, sweetheart,”

“He’s mine?” Riley sniffed at your still-damp hair and it made you—

“All yours and you need to—” Graves looked at you and he paused, stop talking.

It took a moment to get Riley away.

“Now that’s somethin’ I’d pay to see more often,” Graves smiled genuinely.

You were confused. “What?”

“That smile,” Graves pointed out. “I haven’t seen that in 3 months.”

“It’s just air support,” Graves explained. “We have a lead on Makarov and chemical weapons he’s been stockpiling.”

And while you’d been playing with Riley on the floor of the conference room, smiling when he licked your face, Graves got your attention by calling your name.

“That’s where you and Riley come in,” Graves added.

Wait…Graves was expecting you to have boots on the ground when Makarov was involved?

“He’s not primarily an attack dog but will attack if you’re in danger. He’s mainly a bomb sniffing dog.”

After that, Riley wandered away thanks to Shadows offering treats and so he made his way around the table before returning to you and plopping down heavily in your lap. You turned the rest of the briefing out because even though you’d thought Graves was going to be removing you from the field entirely given your condition, he was basically putting you within Makarov’s reach.

And so you promised yourself that if Makarov captured you, you’d take yourself out, pregnant or not. There was no way you could repeat the whole capture, torture, breaking process. No way.

But you were convinced you knew Graves well, and you told yourself that since 141 got their hands on you and he almost lost you, he wasn’t willing to leave you behind anywhere. He was going to continue dragging you and your child all over the world if needed as long as he had you within arm’s reach.

Graves thought you were his property. And you were wondering if he would see his child as his property, as another way to control you.

You told yourself he would.

“You look nervous, darlin’” Graves smiled at you when you were the only two left in that large conference room. “I know just the thing to calm you down,” he winked suggestively.

#phillip graves #cod mw2 #phillip graves x reader #cod mwii #graves x reader #cod mw3 #longwayfromhome #mw2 141 #cod makarov #shadow company

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bodyswapr · 1 year

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I knew that nerd in my dorm was up to something. He spent way too much time just staring at me and following me around campus. One day I broke into his room and discovered a ton of research on magic, specifically how to swap bodies. He was going to steal my life! That creep!

So I started doing my own research, trying to find some shield against the swapping spell. There was nothing. There was nothing to stop me from being trapped in his nerdy form.

Then I found something. It wouldn't stop his spell, but I could turn my body into a trap. While I might be a skinny dweeb he'd find himself in his own worst nightmare, whatever that meant. I went ahead and cast it on myself.

Two days later I woke up in his dorm room, and sure enough, in his body. I went to the bathroom and just stared in defeat at my reflection, the one I was stuck with forever now.

No muscles and so so thin. I thought about my body and my new cock got hard. Great, it seems like his sexuality stayed with his body.

Wondering what my counter spell had done, I went to my old room in time to see my body being taken out on a stretcher. My old eyes looked crazed, and he was restrained.

It took a couple more days before I figured out what had happened. When he tried to enter my body, the spell found the opposite of what he wanted. Basically, there was a third party in the swap.

So now, about once a month I take a trip to the local zoo to check in on him.

The first few times he raged and tried to get to me from his enclosure. But, like the dumb animal he now was, he couldn't get free from the pen.

I made sure to tell him about everything he was missing out on, and eventually I found a nice bear boyfriend, and I would bring him around and make out with him in front of the chimps. My boyfriend didn't know why, but I made me so hot to flaunt in front of this loser that tried to steal my life.

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blushedarmybunny · 11 months

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After his Shadow part 2 || Jeon Jungkook x Fem Reader

♡ Pairing: Athlete!Jeon Jungkook x fem reader

♡ Word count: 2.5 k

♡ Genre: Angst (m), toxic relationship.

♡ summary:

He is the most loved athlete in Korea, and you are just his girlfriend until after four years you decide to leave him and is the best and at the same time the worst thing you could have ever done.

This is part 2, here is part 1

You stepped out of the car into a sea of flashing lights that blinded you momentarily. Your lawyer and his assistant grabbed your arms and guided you through the hungry press and the public who were clamoring to catch a glimpse of you.

All you wanted was for this nightmare to be over, but there was nothing you could do until the legal matters were resolved. Jungkook’s fans were there of course, they screamed your name and called for justice, waving protest signs and shouting stupid accusations. You were both intimidated and scared of the outcome, yet you hoped your case would prevail, all this pain should have a paid off.

As you made your way through the courthouse doors, the shouts and camera clicks seemed to grow louder. Your anxiety grew with each step, wondering if the truth would even matter among so much public outrage, these four years and no one has ever taken your side.

How did you get here? How was Jungkook capable of doing this to you, the so called “love of your life”?

You had been living in self-imposed isolation for a week after the scandal broke when an unexpected visitor knocked at your door. A journalist stood on your porch, trying to pitch an interview. You initially refused whatever she was trying to pitch but she was persistent, showing up day after day, then it started to rain, raindrops pouring all over the porch.

You invited her in and served her some coffee. "I'm on your side, you know," she said sipping her cup "This guy is a jerk, I know his fans are so loud and that's the reason I'm here, to give you a voice."

You put the mug on the table and stood up from the couch completely uninterested on her offer.

"Carrie you are so kind to take interest in my side of the story, but I have to decline," you said to her after a pause.

She stood up from her seat determined.

"I don't understand, they are crucifying you out there!" Carrie exclaimed but you did not move an inch, it was not new to you "You want disappear, just like that?" Carrie exclaimed, her voice rising with urgency and frustration.

You gave her a glance indicating your intentions, if she only knew...

"It calms me even more, that I don't have a clue of what is going on," you confessed. Carrie opened her eyes wider.

"Honey, I thought that you were all lawyered up and bout' to sue your ex," Carrie said with tenacity.

"Why would you think of that?" You furrowed your brow in confusion.

"Honey, I never reveal my sources," she said taking a step closer to you. "But I mean, it's obvious you have enough material to accuse him of defamation!"

You shook your head with an ironic smile.

"Jungkook? Korea's beloved star? I'll lose and whatever possible reward it can't compare to being a social pariah."

Carrie nodded and gathered her things. Her voice softened as she said, "Aren't you even curious about what has been the latest tea on your ex?" you walked her to the door.

You doubted at first but gave up "sure, what happened?"

"He quit football," Carrie said adjusting her glasses , you look at her in surprise but did not reply. Carrie gave you her business card. "Call me, if you change your mind, remember that your voice is important."

You closed the door, still in shock. Jungkook had never gone that far, and you weren't sure what to do next. You couldn't hide from the world forever but you wish you could.

………………..

The fact is that you never called Carrie again, you were not a fool to trying to go not only publicly but legally against the most famous and loved athlete in Korea. All the mess that would encounter yourself into was not something you willingly would do, Jungkook just kept dragging you into every mess, even to his own image wrecking scandal.

Yet doubt was your own personal demon. What if there was truth to be told, justice to be found? You replayed Carrie's plea in your mind, but the thought of facing the horde of fans and media filled you with dread.

No thanks. You thought.

The thing is that you had probably never presented in court to accuse him publicly if the next chain of events never happened. It all started when no other than Park Jimin calling you. Park Jimin!

Ex-idol now showbiz sensation, what you later called the agent of chaos in this whole circus, as per usual in this moment of your life you declined whatever he was offering to you, but Jimin wasn’t taking a no for an answer.

“Let me take you out for dinner, please” he pleaded.

“Why any of you cannot leave me alone? Jungkook is the celebrity here, I’m just trying to live my life” you sighed.

“oh c’mon, I’m no stranger to you” he said in a low voice. Though you'd made surface level small talk at events, Jungkook's close presence prevented deeper connections.

“You are not my friend either!” you replied getting irritated.

"Think about it" Jimin pleaded "Let me see you, at least"

“I’m not in Korea, Mr. Park” you told him trying to get him off once for all, in hopes to dissuade him.

“Oh you aren’t? no problem, I’ll go whatever you tell me” Jimin was smooth as per usual.

After the call you thought about it the whole night, what kind of closure is the most appropriate to this whole shitshow? You still were bitter after all, Jungkook never stopped cheating on you, making you feel less, but all the people were seeing now was a broken man or whatever front he was putting.

So you went to dinner with Park Jimin, letting him smooth talk you into returning to Korea for an interview. He charmed you with alcohol, filling your glass often. His handsome appearance, a forbidden fruit for 4 years under Jungkook's jealousy, further swayed you.

You sensed Jimin's true motive was exploiting your story, but the promise of revenge against Jungkook was too tempting. Reentering your break up scandal felt terrifying, yet liberating.

"You want me to go on your show and trash Jungkook, don’t you?” you accused “Reveal all the dirty details?" you asked Jimin sharply.

Jimin leaned forward, his gaze lingering on yours. "I want to give you a platform to tell your story." His voice dropped lower. "The public deserves to see how gorgeous you are when you're angry."

With a deep breath, you stood up. Jimin's flirtatious charm both intrigued and unnerved you. But it was time to reenter the storm.

“Ok, I’m in” you sentenced drinking the remaining wine in your glass.

……………………

In under a week, you found yourself back in Korea, sneaking into the country under Jimin's careful arrangements to keep a low profile. You encountered no one as you made your way to the studio, hiding behind sunglasses and a cap.

Sitting across from him in the blinding studio lights, microphone in hand, you took a deep breath.

You spoke your truth calmly and quietly, leaving out the most painful and incriminating details of Jungkook's failings. There was no need to slander him also the fear of the crowd made you hold back. But at the end of the day, you simply wanted to give an honest account of your experience to counter the ones sided narrative the public had consumed until now.

As the interview ended, a peace filled you. You have told as much of your story as you felt was just. Now it was up to the viewers to decide what weight to give your words.

That peace would not last long. You were naively unaware the interview was live.

so when you slowly walking to the exit of the studio you did not expect the crowd of paparazzi and curious people flashing their phones cameras in your face.

You came back wanting to curse out loud, you notice Jimin looking at your confused state and you walk on him ready to tell him off.

“I know it’s crazy outside, my driver would take you to your hotel, it’s a black car” he assured you before you could open your mouth “Security will pull everybody out of the way”

You made your second attempt not even looking at what you were doing at the moment you closed the door of the car, the vehicle started moving seconds after.

Imagine your surprise when the voice of Jungkook gives you the jumps care of your life.

“Nice show you just gave” he said flatly, without emotion.

Your head could not have turned faster than it did, right before your eyes, there it was: Jeon Jungkook in the flesh.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you could barely say after a few seconds of silence.

“No-uh” Jungkook said clicking his tongue like you would do to a stray cat to attract him “You don’t get to have an attitude after all this fuckery you just did to me” Jungkook snapped, eyes fixed on the road. “end us like that and despairing was one thing, but getting with Park Jimin?” he enunciated with more force making you flinch, you felt your stomach churn and palms started to sweat.

“Jungkook, you and I know that I did omit a lot of shit” you just said not wanting to keep going with the direction of the conversation, much less with him at the wheel. “No matter what, your damn fans will still be there to condemn me, once again”

Jungkook slammed the wheel in frustration.

The car speeds through the Seoul streets while Jungkook's rage filled rant fills the enclosed space.

“Fuck, yn are you listening to your self right now!?” he almost screamed you look at him with a little more nervousness “Don’t loose the train of thought here, first you left me and how kind of you for notifying me like it was reminder to buy milk” Jungkook expressed making emphasis on certain words and gesticulating with one hand, eyes still on the road.

“Then you runaway like a fucking coward, despairing from the face of the earth” Jungkook said lowing his voice like a calm before the storm “while I was literally All. Fucked .Up” he gave little punches to the wheel, his intonation making you feel like his words are daggers thrown at you.

Every slam of his fist against the wheel makes you flinch as you notice Jungkook's appearance: gaunt cheeks, dark circles, the subtle shadowing his trembling jaw. His once gentle eyes are now wild and shiny.

“And when you reappear…” Jungkook made a pause “When you fucking reappear I see you dining with that fag park Jimin, and how you are dragging to the mud our 4 year relationship, do you fucking get what I’m saying?!” Jungkook exclaims with a loud voice.

“Jungkook, you need to relax” you told him making your voice calm and recollected.

“oh babe, you are not here to make suggestions, you better shut up and listen” for the first time Jungkook turn for a few seconds to see you, that damn smirk on his lips and a shine on his eyes that was new to you, you didn’t like that at all.

His knuckles turn white as he clutches the wheel, veins standing out against his pale hands.

“No, no” you shook your head “what you heard on the show, that was it Jungkook, that’s how this ends, there’s no more to talk leave me wherever I’m going to take a tax-“

“You wanted to humiliate me, Yn that was a new low” Jungkook said and then he chuckled “you wanted me to be throw out of my pedestal, didn’t you? So you could have your little heroine moment?” he mocked. “babe, we both coming down” Jungkook sentenced.

You saw a broken, desperate man clinging to the last shreds of his ego and it terrified you.

You brace yourself for the unknown as the car races through the city at increasing speeds. Now all you can do is cling to what little hope remains and pray you both make it through the darkness intact.

You plead him to stop but it was no use, Jungkook only increases the speed. His driving grows even more erratic, the car switching between lanes.

You immediately panic, you look out for the door handle but Jungkook slams the lock down. You're trapped.

Rage deforms Jungkook's once handsome face into a vicious mask. He hits the steering wheel over and over, screaming that he'll make you pay for leaving him that’s the moment your tears blur your vision.

You never meant to push Jungkook this far over the edge but now you fear for your life in this speeding car.

Suddenly, you hear police sirens behind you. Jungkook’s erratic driving has attained unwanted attention in a city where everyone stays in line. You prayed silently with hope flourishing once again.

“Fuck!” Jungkook curses and slams on the gas.

the police car won’t stop either. A few meters further there is a clear line of traffic, you saw how everything now was going in your favor.

Jungkook once again tries to escape but fails as the third police car blocks his path. You sighted relief.

Both of you were taken to station and then thrown again to the streets where the press was over the moon trying to get the best shot.

It was the very next day after that traumatic experience that you were given papers , turning the pages you realized that his agency was suing you for defamation over the interview. You scoffed but were not surprised.

At the trial, Jungkook's agency painted you as a crazy ex seeking fame and fortune through damaging Jungkook's reputation. But your lawyer methodically dismantled their arguments.

While you had omitted details in the interview, nothing you said was untrue. And the police report showing Jungkook's erratic and threatening behavior in the car undermined the defamation claim.

The jury saw through Jungkook's agency's sensational accusations, recognizing you had spoken honestly from a place of hurt.

When the jury came back with a verdict in your favor, you felt beyond relieved ready to move on to the next chapter of your life.

With the lawsuit behind you, you could finally begin to heal. The scars of your relationship remained, but you had reclaimed your voice and your truth. And sometimes, that's the most we can hope for when love falls apart.

Yes you made Korea look at his beloved athlete with different eyes, and at last you did not felt any once of guilt about it.

#bts x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook bts #jungkook fanfic #bts fic #jungkook angst #jungkook established relationship #angst jungkook x reader #jungkook fem reader

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Season 7: Deaths Door

So, I’m watching a reactor who just got to this episode. Yes, this is another post based around reaction videos. No it’s not the same one I wrote about last time (if I have any followers who keep track). Yes, I have a reactors on the go currently, and sadly, two of them are on seasons I don’t like much (Season 7 and Season 15), so it’s a bit rough going right now.

Anyway, I think the episode where Bobby dies is a good one, though it is definitely sad. There are quite a few moments that really stand out for me. First, Dean punching the glass when the organ donor guy comes to talk to him while Bobby is still alive is really impactful. You understand and empathize with Dean so hard in that moment, and I think he showed unusual restraint in punching the glass rather than the man. My guy, what the hell are you doing asking someone about organs while their loved one is fighting for their life? Next, Sam pressing on his palm while he tries to wrestle with the reality of Bobby dying is heartbreaking to me. I think this is a moment that some people miss, but it hurts so much while it reminds me that Sam, while he mostly looks okay on the outside, is still dealing with the aftermath of his soul being locked in the cage with Lucifer for 180 years. The guy is struggling with reality on a daily basis, thinks he doesn’t have it so bad just because others experience "worse," and is now losing his surrogate dad. Finally, Bobby's memories of the boys being just totally average little moments of them acting like typical brothers is very wholesome. Though, I enjoy all of Bobby’s memories (Rufus!) and what they show us about Bobby. Really good episode overall.

Now, here is where my … problem (I guess I’ll go with that term) comes in. I like this reactor because they are entertaining, and they tend to try look at things from both brothers' points of view most of the time, but they said two things that irked me a bit while watching the episode, especially because they seem to be opinions shared by a lot of viewers. Obviously opinions are going to be subjective, so I don’t think this reactor is being unfair. I just don’t fully agree. First, they said that they feel especially bad for Dean in this episode because he has been through so much. Second, they suggest that Bobby's death might be harder on the boys because Bobby was more of a father to them than John was.

Please see my thought under the cut

So, tackling the first idea, I don’t object to feeling bad for Dean this season or the idea that he has been through too mich. At all. I object to the implied idea that he has somehow been through more or worse than Sam at this point in the show, and thus deserves more sympathy. Excuse me, but, what!? Let’s not delve all the way back through their history because that could go on forever, instead let’s just look at Season 6 and Season 7 (up to this point).

Let’s start with Dean. He experienced the pain of having a soulless Sam back, who didn’t particularly care about him. This is essentially one of his worst nightmares, so I understand him reeling from this for a while. He gained and lost a family, and picked up a heap more loss and guilt to deal with from leaving them. He was betrayed by his "best friend," who also hurt his brother just to stop Dean from interfering with his purgatory plan. He has to "deal with" Sam suffering from hallucinations. He broke a leg. He’s had to temporarily give up his baby. And now Bobby, his surrogate dad, is dying. These are all very hard things, and I truly feel bad for Dean having to go through them, but he’s also done things to add to his own misery this season, like kill Amy and lie to Sam about it and drink his face off instead of coping with his depression and guilt. Dean is his own worst enemy, and it sometimes affects the empathy I have for him.

Now, let’s look at Sam. Since Season 6, Sam has to come to terms with the fact that while he was soulless he did absolutely terrible things, things that he has to now remember and live with, even though in his normal state he never would have done them. He was also betrayed by Cas. First, Cas brought him back soulless, and while I don’t think he knew what exactly was wrong with Sam, he knew something was off and then proceeded to ignore Sam when he reached out to him about it. Then, he betrayed him by breaking his hell-wall just to distract Dean; he risked destroying Sam's mind entirely just to get Dean out of his way. Now, Sam is the one who is actually suffering from hallucinations, which have never gone away up to this point, rather he just learns to distinguish them from reality and go about his business. The show doesn’t remind us of this constantly, so I kind of understand audiences not actively thinking about this. Still, what Sam is experiencing in Season 7 is horrific. On top of all this, he’s worrying about Dean because of his drinking and depression. And now he too is losing Bobby, and he didn’t even have a sweet one-on-one memory to fall back on with Bobby unless he did and it just wasn’t significant enough for Bobby to remember. While Cas' betrayal probably hurt Dean more because Cas was closer to him at this point, what he did still has to hurt Sam, too; it even made him wonder if Cas brought him back soulless on purpose.

Now, my whole point with this is not that people should feel worse for Sam than Dean, but that it seems crazy to me to feel more empathy for Dean than Sam at this point. Dean has to worry about Sam's mental state, but Sam is the one living it. Meanwhile, Sam is worried about Dean's mental state, which is poor partially because of what’s happening with Sam these codependent boys have both been through way too much in the last Season and a half alone. Just because Sam isn’t as demonstrative with his emotions as Dean a lot of the time doesn’t mean he isn’t also in pain. So, I empathize strong,y with both of them in this situation of losing Bobby on top of everything else.

Finally, the idea that Bobby is Sam and Dean "real" dad is one I always take issue with. John is not perfect by any means, but he did love his sons. He literally sold his soul to save Dean. This is not nothing. Dean has fond memories of him, and Sam had a nice moment with him and laughed with him in "Dead Man's Blood." When John first sees his boys after months (years for Sam) apart, he hugs them both. This is not a dad who doesn’t love his kids. His harshness was a result of fear for the boys most of the time, not unlike how Dean treated Ben when he was worried about him and Lisa at the end of Season 6. I’m not saying this is right, or that he couldn’t be too harsh, but they are living extraordinary experiences. John raised his kids like soldiers, but if he hadn’t they’d probably have died sooner. And the fact that they called him Sir, didn’t mean that he was only a Drill Sargent to them. Moreover, even though John made a ton of mistakes, his death was absolutely devastating for both Sam and Dean. Bobby on the other hand, may have "adopted two boys" in his heart, but he wasn’t perfect either. He’s been harsh with both of them at times, sometimes fairly, other times not as fairly, and he clearly has a favorite, which isn’t ideal in a father figure. Yes, he brought Dean to play catch, but an uncle might do that too, and did he ever do something like that for Sam? I like Bobby, I really do, and I think he’s a good surrogate but he is not their "real" dad, either. And while a terrible blow, I don’t think his death has equal impact on the boys to John’s.

Anyway, that’s it on this one. Thanks for reading, if you made it this far.

What are your thought any of this?

#supernatural #spn meta #Sam Winchester #Dean Winchester #Bobby Singer #7x10 #Death's door #Castiel critical #mildly

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tangerinesgf · 1 year

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Speak No Evil (Tangerine)

Summary: Tangerine used to think that dying was his worst nightmare. But ever since Tokyo, Tangerine had been living a new sort of nightmare, one he couldn’t seem to wake up from. (5.8k words)

Cross-posted on Ao3

Tags/Warnings: angst (lots of it), mentions of blood, language, BSL, Tangerine being an asshole, non-speaking character, anxiety, denial, delusion, self-hatred, in short Tangerine is not having a great time here, Lemon is the best brother though, fluff at the end, happy ending?

A/N: This story has been my baby for almost a month now and I’m so excited to finally share it with you guys. It’s a lot of angst, but it gets worse before it gets better :) Sorry in advance, because I know it broke my heart just writing this. Another thing is that I have decided to make this a little universe so there will be more, since this is mainly Tangerine adjusting to his new condition and he doesn’t use a lot of BSL yet.

Also please a round of applause for @friedcheesemogu my beta for this fic, again thank you so much!!

Alright I’ll let you guys get on with it now, have fun!!

Tangerine used to think that dying was his worst nightmare. Countless sleepless nights plagued by the thought of leaving this life and especially his brother, Lemon, behind. He knew their job was dangerous, hell they dealt with all sorts of murderers and psychopaths on a daily basis. He knew that the risk of getting hurt or worse, dying, was always lurking around the corner. Still, he loved his job and he was really good at it. Everyone in the business knew "The Twins" and they were feared, especially after they pulled off that job in Bolivia. It gave Tangerine a sense of pride.

Growing up in foster care meant neither he nor Lemon had a lot of money or belongings. So when both of them got recruited as ‘outside contractors’ and started making a ‘decent’ amount of money, Tangerine wasn’t afraid to let people know he had it. The luxury lifestyle suited him, the suits, the jewelry, and especially not having to worry about anything but his next job.

But high-end living aside, if Tangerine had anything, it was confidence. He was confident that he and Lemon could complete any job thrown their way. Sure they could be a bit messy and chaotic, but they always got the job done no matter what. Most of the anxiety came from his unconscious mind. The intrusive thoughts and repeated nightmares never stopped plaguing him.

Taking all of this into consideration Tangerine was pretty satisfied with his life. Or well, he used to be. Ever since Tokyo Tangerine had been living a new sort of nightmare. Everything about that job had been one enormous clusterfuck that had ended with both of them on the verge of death. And while Lemon’s stomach wound healed nicely, Tangerine wasn’t so lucky.

When he woke up in the hospital the first thing Tangerine noticed were all sorts of tubes sticking out of him, making it almost impossible for him to move without damaging them.

The second thing -- or better said the person -- he noticed was his brother sitting next to him. Lemon was fast asleep, but that didn’t stop him from holding Tangerine’s hand in a death grip.

When Lemon finally awakened, he couldn’t help running his mouth about everything that had happened during the time Tangerine was out, stopping multiple times to tell him how he had thought he’d lost him forever and how thankful he was to have him back. Not that Tangerine could say something back, because there was still a tube stuck in his throat helping him breathe. And even if he could, he didn’t feel like complaining about it. When he felt the blood spewing out of his neck, Tangerine himself had thought that would be the end too.

“Seriously man, you have no idea how worried you had me.” Lemon said one last time before finally taking a breather. As much as Lemon kept on repeating how happy he was, he still had this sort of ominous/scared look in his eyes as if there was something he wasn’t telling him.

He found out what that was soon enough.

The bullet had not only hit part of his artery but had also chipped one of his vocal cords. When Lemon had brought him to the hospital they rushed him into surgery. The surgeons had done everything they could to repair/ replace the cord and add bulk to it. Unfortunately at this time in the process, they weren't able to tell if it worked and if it would heal properly or not, making it uncertain if Tangerine would ever be able to speak normally again.

When Lemon heard for the first time while his brother was still unconscious he was terrified. Not necessarily terrified whether Tangerine would make it or not -- he was stubborn enough to survive a bullet in his neck --, but about how he would take the news. Tangerine always said everything that came to mind. He had no filter and everyone who knew him learned that fact the hard way.

Lemon watched as whatever color Tangerine had left drained from his face when the doctor told him what the damage was. Between all the fancy medical terms neither of them understood, he could see his brother’s eyes widen at the words ‘vocal cord paralysis’. You didn’t have to be a doctor to understand what that meant.

After only a few days in the hospital, Tangerine was getting annoyed. The only extra freedom he had gotten was sitting up because the doctors didn’t trust him enough to breathe on his own yet. Meaning he was stuck in his bed with that bloody tube down his throat for a week or two. In the meantime, Lemon had come to visit him every day, catching him up on whatever was on his mind.

He’d spoken to Ladybug, said that he’d asked if he could come to visit. Apparently, he was ‘really fucking sorry’ and wanted to apologize. The very mention of that fucking prick made his blood boil, let alone the idea of seeing him. Lemon seemed to notice and quickly dropped the subject.

Since talking was out of the question for now Tangerine had to find another way of communicating for the time being. They had originally started with a notepad, but Tangerine’s handwriting was unreadable to anyone but himself.

“I’m tellin’ ya man, this shit's just a bunch of squiggly lines. Who taught you how to write?” Tangerine had thrown his hands up in frustration as Lemon continued decoding his handwriting.

The next day Lemon came to visit again, only now he had brought a tablet with him. That way Tangerine could just type what he wanted to say and they would be spared a lot of frustration.

He wasn’t at all surprised when the first thing Tangerine typed was; This clear enough for ya, you fuckin’ muppet?

Two weeks later, they finally decided to see if he could breathe on his own. It took Tangerine some time to adjust. The combination of the still-healing wound on his neck and having had that tube down his windpipe for a month didn’t exactly do miracles for his throat. Swallowing and even breathing hurt like hell. They advised him to breathe through his nose for now, to minimize the pain. It could take 4-6 months before they would know for sure if it was fully healed or not. In the meantime, he had to attend voice therapy to strengthen the damaged vocal cord and increase the chances of a full recovery.

After 3 months of barely any improvement, Lemon started to worry about his brother. When they returned home from the hospital in Kyoto, he decided to move in with Tangerine to keep an eye on him. And although he could breathe through his mouth nowadays, his breaths were short and noisy. Week after week he watched Tan come home from his therapy appointment with that same look on his face. He was starting to lose hope. God forbid he admit that to anyone though.

“ ‘m fi-” Tangerine tried to get out, but got caught in another coughing fit as he always did when he attempted to talk. Even when he did manage to somehow push words out of his mouth it didn’t sound like him anymore. His voice was breathy and hoarse, it made him feel weak and he hated it. Lemon kept telling him to shut up and let his vocal cords rest, but Tangerine was as stubborn as ever, even without his voice. He knew the pain in his brother’s throat must be excruciating from the way he was holding onto his neck accompanied by the pained look on his face. It sounded like he was about to cough up a lung.

When he finally calmed down Lemon offered him a glass of water along with his tablet so he didn’t have to speak. Even swallowing took much more effort than it should. The doctor had told them that because of his disfunctioning vocal cord, his windpipe couldn’t close properly while swallowing. Meaning it was easier to choke on water or food. Tangerine had to put all his effort into not choking while drinking. He didn’t always succeed at that, resulting in a similar coughing fit.

“Please just give it a look, it might help you in the long run..”

Lemon had tried to get Tangerine to learn BSL, British Sign Language. Since it seemed more and more likely that he wouldn’t fully recover from this, Tangerine would need some other form of communication. Something that didn’t require him to strain his vocal cords. Therefore, Lemon bought him a BSL book for beginners, just to get familiar with it. Unfortunately Tangerine refused to make any sort of effort to even look at it, still too proud to give in to what seemed to be inevitable right now.

‘Don’t need it.’ he typed.

Tangerine held on to the fact that he was going to recover and therefore didn’t need to learn any sort of sign language -- at least before his next doctor's appointment. He’d thrown Lemon’s book in the bin where it belonged, not knowing Lemon had fished it out again just in case.

It had been about 6 to 7 months since Tokyo now and this was the moment of truth. Although improvement could never be written off in the future, today they would be able to tell them whether or not Tangerine would make a full recovery.

Tangerine was surprisingly positive going into this appointment, still hanging on to that spark of hope despite the lack of improvement in his condition these last months. How he did it Lemon had no idea, because was already preparing himself for the worst-case scenario. Of course, he didn’t want to exclude the fact that his brother’s vocal cord might heal, but it seemed unlikely to him at this point. He had tried to tell Tangerine that it might not work out and that he shouldn’t get his hopes up, but he had brushed him off.

‘I’m gonna be fine, don't worry, always am’. Tangerine typed, combined with a look that was meant to calm Lemon’s nerves but did the exact opposite.

It wasn’t a complete lie though; anytime Tangerine got hurt he always came back from it no matter how bad it seemed to be and he sure had the scars to prove it. He had deluded himself into thinking nothing could touch him and if it did, that it wouldn’t have any lasting consequences.

“Right…just don’t get your hopes up too much.”

Tangerine dismissed his comment completely, shaking his head. With his attitude, Lemon was worried about how his brother would take it if he, in fact, couldn’t come back from this.

Tangerine felt his blood run cold. He completely zoned out.

It was like every emotional and physical feeling was drained from his body. He completely disappeared from the conversation with his doctor, who after another exam had told them that the chances of a full recovery were less than 30%. He knew that the progress had been slow or, well, almost non-existent, but Tangerine still believed he could pull through on this. He’d done it before.

A strange feeling of fear settled in his stomach as the reality of his future sank in.

No.

No this couldn’t be it. It can’t. He won’t let it.

When some feeling returned to his body, he felt a warm hand on his shoulder carefully shaking him. He snapped out of his trance as the shaking became more violent, causing him to inhale too much air at once. Fuck, not this again. He’d gone almost 2 months without a coughing incident. Apparently, it took only one setback to undo all of that.

Lemon gently patted his back, while the doctor went to get him a glass of water.

The younger brother tried to pay attention as Lemon repeated what he missed while spacing out. Again the subject of Sign Language came up, but Tangerine still wasn't having it. Deep down he knew it was his only option if he properly wanted to communicate with people again, but something inside him just refused to do it.

Who needed sign language when flippin’ people the bird said enough.

In the days after that Lemon watched his brother completely shut down. Tangerine didn’t make any effort whatsoever to communicate with him. Lemon had offered him the BSL book again when they got home, but he acted like he was allergic to it. He had hoped his brother just needed some time to wrap his mind around the whole thing. It was a big change, he understood if Tangerine just needed a few days. But a few days turned into weeks and Lemon seriously started to worry. Whereas before he’d constantly get annoyed with everyone and everything, and tried to talk even though Lemon specifically told him not to, now Tangerine just seemed to exist. That’s all he did, just mindlessly living. He didn't eat, barely drank and Lemon could see the clear weight loss.

However, the thing that worried him the most was his lack of expression on his face. Tangerine was a very expressive person, especially with his face. He might not always talk through his emotions, but his face has always been an open book. Lemon was always able to tell what was going on in his brother’s head, except for now. Since the car ride home Tangerine has been completely blank. There was nothing going on on his face, which meant he was bottling everything up. It scared Lemon. He had never seen Tangerine like this before, not even after their first kill.

Lemon had tried talking to him, of course, but was met with nothing but blank stares. Even talking about Thomas & Friends did nothing for him. All Tangerine really did was read, at least he hadn’t also discarded that.

Lemon still went on jobs sometimes, nothing too difficult. Tangerine on the other hand never left their apartment. Besides each other, The Twins didn’t have a lot of friends. In their business it was really hard to trust people, never knowing if they had ulterior motives or not. Lemon had run into Ladybug a couple of times since Tokyo. Sure his inspirational quotes were annoying, but he had started to warm up to the man. Ladybug had asked about his brother multiple times, but Lemon didn’t tell him much, sensing that Tangerine wouldn’t want him to. All Ladybug knew was that Tangerine was alive and currently recovering. Knowing their job and luck, they’d run into each other sooner or later, but for now Lemon tried to postpone that as long as possible. Seeing Ladybug would set off a bomb Lemon wasn’t sure he would be able to contain.

Sooner or later Tangerine was gonna break, he could feel it. It wasn't healthy to keep pushing everything down, especially for someone who used to talk as much as his brother. The longer he was gonna shut everyone out, the bigger the fallout was gonna be. For now Lemon could only watch as the brother he loved so much became a shell of the person he once used to be.

There was nothing going on in his mind. No thoughts or anxiety, nothing. Tangerine had gone absolutely numb, almost emotionless. Pushing all of his feelings away had felt like his only option. A way out of his mind that kept on torturing him every fucking second. He couldn’t take it anymore.

Every irritation, every fear was pushed down. There was no room for those anymore. Whereas before his mind plagued him with anxiety and intrusive thoughts, now there was absolutely nothing.

He had no trouble falling asleep anymore with his mind not running a million miles per hour. Tangerine knew that probably wasn’t good, but he wasn’t complaining. For once his mind was quiet, just finally fucking quiet. To him, it felt like a blessing.

The only time he allowed himself to feel something was while reading. Transporting himself into this other world, with other people and their problems forced him to focus on that and not on himself. Within the first few days after he’d heard the news Tangerine had already bought all of the books on his list. He couldn’t, no, wouldn’t deal with his own issues, so he had to find other ways to keep his mind busy. But even those didn’t spark his emotions as he hoped.

Lemon had kept offering him that bloody book, kept trying to talk to him, but he couldn’t get himself to interact with him. He buried the book in the back of his closet along with his tablet. Out of sight, out of mind, right?

And when it was out of his mind, he could pretend none of this was actually happening.

He didn’t understand why Lemon was so concerned about him anyways. Tangerine could feel his eyes on him every time they were in the same room, they were filled with that look of pity. He hated it. If he couldn’t even get him to care about himself, why should Lemon? But he couldn’t exactly tell him to leave.

No- don’t go there.

It was currently 3 am, and Tangerine sat staring into space. He couldn’t sleep, the pain in his throat burning more than usual. Where on the one hand, he wished he would just fall asleep, on the other hand, he wanted to wake up. Wake up from this nightmare that never seems to end.

He was aching for a smoke. He missed the feeling of a cigarette hanging on his lips, how the smoke filled his lungs, and the calm he felt while blowing it out again. However, the doctor had strongly advised him not to smoke, noting that it would only decrease the chances of recovery and further damage his lungs. When they came home Lemon had scoured the house for cigarettes and threw them all out. Tangerine thought it was a bit overdramatic, but in the end, he was grateful for it, knowing that he couldn’t have resisted the urge.

After another hour of nothing but purposeless staring he finally decided that maybe a glass of water would calm his throat and finally help him sleep.

As Tangerine stumbled into the kitchen he saw the light of the fridge brightening up the room. Shit. He had really hoped Lemon would be fast asleep right now. It was almost 4 in the morning, what the hell was he still doing up?

Then again he’s here too.

For a minute he hesitated if he should continue, not in the mood for Lemon’s chit-chat, but then decided to just get it over with anyway. He really wanted to sleep and that wasn’t going to happen with the still-burning feeling in his throat.

He tried to draw as little attention as possible, hoping he could be out of there within seconds. But of course, Lemon never failed to strike up a conversation with him.

“Hey I was just thinkin’ maybe you could make some breakfast in the morning, I bought bacon and eggs.”

Tangerine made no sign for Lemon to think that he had even heard the proposition, grabbed a glass of water, and walked away without any sort of reaction, leaving his brother alone in the kitchen once again.

What was the point of making it if he wasn’t going to eat it anyway? He supposed Lemon was looking for some form of normalcy that they once had. Before Tokyo, before-

He forced the memory out of his mind.

“You can’t keep this up forever you know. It’s gonna break ya.’ he heard Lemon yell from the kitchen.

Fuckin’ hell.

Why’d he have to go and say shit like that? Why won’t Lemon just leave him alone to deal with his misery on his own? He wasn’t going to break, he wasn't a glass that shattered when you put just a little bit of pressure on it. The whole shutting himself off was precisely to avoid dealing with all this shit and prevent anything from happening. Tangerine felt anger starting to emerge inside him as he slammed his bedroom door closed a little harder than necessary, a bit of water spilling over from his glass onto the floor.

Deep breaths, Tan. Deep breaths. He thought to himself.

Even after the ache in his throat disappeared he wasn’t able to sleep. He just lay in bed, while staring at the ceiling. When he checked his clock again it was already 7:30 in the morning.

Fuck it. He could try again tonight. Right now he needed a shower, a nice hot shower. He grabbed a new pair of sweatpants and a shirt and made his way over to the bathroom. The sound of running water already started to calm him down. After he had stripped himself from all his clothing, he stepped in, he hot water on his skin washing away all the anger from before.

Hot showers wouldn’t solve anything, but they sure made him forget about it for a second. After washing his hair followed by another 10 minutes of just standing there, absorbing the warm water onto his skin, he finally decided to get out. Normally the mirror in the bathroom was foggy because of the shower, making it hard to see anything in it. Tangerine was usually already outside before the steam cleared, purposely avoiding looking in it.

Today however it wasn’t.

The mirror was right in front of the shower, making it impossible to miss your reflection while stepping out. Tangerine froze as he caught himself in the mirror or well… someone that looked like him. He could barely recognize the man staring at him through the mirror.

Before, he regularly looked in the mirror. Always checking if every hair was properly slicked back and that his mustache looked nothing less than perfect, much to Lemon’s annoyance when they were on the clock. It was part of his look, part of who he was. He even had a full-length mirror in his room. That particular mirror was now covered up with blankets.

Right now he had no idea who he was. He looked pale, too pale, making the contrast in color between the bags under his eyes even bigger. Tangerine looked himself over, disturbed by the amount of weight he seemed to have lost. His once perfectly fitted pants, now hanging low on his hips. Since he was barely eating enough to keep him alive it was an expected consequence, still, really seeing it was different. He looked so small, so weak.

But that wasn't even the worst thing. No, the worst part was the huge scar on the side of his neck. A constant reminder of everything he had lost. Tangerine stretched his neck to the side putting it on full display in front of the mirror. Slowly he brought his shaking hand up, tracing the scar along the side of his neck.

How did he become this? This…empty shell of his former self.

It felt like all the emotions Tangerine had been pushing down for the past few weeks came rushing back up, hitting him like a truck. Every trace of the person he used to be was gone and it was his own fault. He had been shutting Lemon out since they came back, when he had done nothing but try and help him. A sudden feeling of guilt hit him. Had it been the other way around Tangerine would’ve done the same thing for him, only Lemon wouldn’t have been a complete arsehole about it.

Lemon is the closest thing to family he had, the only person who he truly cared for and he has managed to fuck even that up. Tangerine had never been especially good with people, (mostly because he just couldn’t stand them.) and that trait only grew with age. Though that didn’t include dealing with clients, he knew how to do that. In fact, they always preferred to talk to him instead of Lemon. He was a professional after all, or at least he had been.

Not talking to Lemon had been a dick move, Tangerine knew that, but it made sense for him. In his mind, he chose not to talk to people. He chose to. For him, it was a conscious decision to keep his mouth shut, not a disability holding him back.

If he was Lemon he would have given up on him by now. Hell, he’d already given up on himself if the state of him was anything to go by.

What ensued was a staring contest with the mirror. The longer he kept glaring into the mirror the angrier he got, the walls he had put up for himself slowly breaking down. Until he finally couldn't take it anymore. All his emotions boiled over and he could feel tears threatening to fall from his eyes. He couldn’t stand to look at himself anymore, but his legs didn’t listen to his brain. Unable to walk away, Tangerine fell back on how he usually solved his problems; violence.

With as much power as he could muster Tangerine threw his fist at the mirror, breaking it into a million little pieces.

While his brother was in the shower Lemon was in the kitchen making breakfast. Usually Tangerine cooked some bacon or eggs in the morning, but he hadn’t done that in weeks. Given the fact that Lemon wasn’t a great cook, he had switched to breakfast cereal, which was edible. Tangerine didn't mind, but then again he usually only drank a glass of milk in the morning these days.

His attempt at conversation last night didn’t exactly work out as he had hoped either, resulting in Tangerine slamming his door. However Lemon took the small display of anger as a win for now. He has no idea how long he was planning to keep this up, but it was getting really fucking annoying. He didn’t want to be angry at Tangerine, he knew that what he was dealing with was a real struggle, but Lemon was just about done with it. He wanted his brother back.

He just sat down when he noticed Tangerine was still in the bathroom even though the shower was shut off at least 15 minutes ago. Normally he was out of there as fast as he could.

Before he had even taken his first bite, Lemon heard what sounded like shattering glass coming from the bathroom. Tangerine.

“Fuck.” he sighed. He dropped his spoon back into the bowl and walked over to his brother. The door was unlocked per Lemon’s request, just in case something like this happened. Tangerine hadn’t said anything about it when he had asked, however to Lemon’s relief he had actually left his doors unlocked.

“Tan?” he asked through the door. When all he got in response was labored breathing he decided to go in. The only positive point he found walking onto the scene was that Tangerine, thankfully, already had his pants on.

Tangerine was leaning on the sink, face in a pained expression as he let cold water run over his bloody hand. The water in the sink quickly turning red. Lemon’s eyes moved from his brother to the broken mirror. It wasn’t hard to piece together what had happened.

He crossed his arms and raised his eyebrow at him, giving him that ‘I told you ya’ look he always had when he fucked up. Tangerine was avoiding eye contact, knowing full well what Lemon was doing.

“Gonna start talkin’ to me now, eh?” He asked.

Tangerine shot him a glare, finally meeting his eyes and clearly not appreciating the choice of words, but at least it was a reaction. Being angry was better than nothing at all. The barrier Tangerine had put up for himself had broken down and Lemon hoped that he could finally start picking his life up again.

Lemon took the death stare as a yes, turned the water tap off, and ushered Tangerine out of the bathroom. “Go sit in the kitchen, I’ll grab the first aid kit.”

“Don’t step in the glass!” he added once Tangerine slowly started to make his way over.

He snatched the medical supplies out of the cabinet and while he was busy he also grabbed the tablet and BSL book from Tangerine’s closet. He thought he had hidden it from him, but Lemon knew everything.

He found Tangerine sitting at the kitchen island slumped over the counter, holding his injured hand in the other. Lemon placed the book and tablet in his line of sight and took a seat next to him. He saw Tangerine look at it, but didn’t make any move to either throw it away or smash it into a wall. Progress, he thought.

While Lemon started to remove the remaining pieces of glass that were stuck in his left hand, Tangerine grabbed the tablet with his uninjured one. Once he was done typing he slid the writing pad over to Lemon.

‘I’ve been a real twat’

He refused to make eye contact with his brother. Tangerine had never been one to apologize. And even though this still wasn’t really an apology, it was a big deal for him. Lemon knew that.

He let out a dry chuckle. “Yeah, you were.”

Tangerine winced when the rubbing alcohol connected with his hand. He’d been through this a hundred times already but never got used to it. While Lemon disinfected his wound, he debated whether he should say something else or not. He probably should. Weeks of ignoring any sort of contact had him wanting to pour it all out. Only thing was that he couldn’t. Not really.

Tangerine grabbed the tablet from where he had given it to Lemon. He erased the previous sentence and wrote a new one, again sliding it over to him.

‘why?’

He didn’t need to elaborate.

“‘Cause, you’re my brother, man. You’re stuck with me, even when ya act like a fuckin’ prick.”

Tangerine takes a moment to take it all in, a comfortable silence falling between them. He didn’t know how, but he must’ve done something right in his previous life to deserve someone like Lemon. Because despite the fact that Tangerine had been a complete and utter asshole, he didn’t hesitate to stay by his side. He grabbed the tablet again, then slid it back over.

‘I’m sorry´

There was a beat of silence before Lemon answered him. “It’s okay, not like any of this is fuckin’ easy. Just…let me help you, okay?”

Finally Tangerine looked up, meeting lemon’s eyes. There was a mix of sadness and hope in his eyes. “I know you believe you can do this on your own, but if today was anythin’ to go by…well.”

He looked down again, ashamed that he let it go this far. It took him completely shutting off, ignoring his brother, and disregarding his own well-being, resulting in a complete breakdown for him to finally get the message; as much as he wants to, he can’t do this alone.

Tangerine slowly nodded his head, finally accepting his brother’s help as Lemon finished bandaging up his hand. He let out a sigh of relief, happy that Tangerine was finally ready to move forward.

After he cleaned up the table Lemon sat back next to his brother and reached for the BSL book. Tangerine still looked hesitant, but leaned in anyway.

“Let’s just start easy, kay?” again Tangerine nodded in response.

So that’s what they did. The brothers spend the entire rest of the day learning the basics of sign language. In these last few weeks Lemon had taken it to himself to already get familiar with sign language. He knew you couldn’t just learn it in one day, so he gave himself a little head start for when Tangerine would come around. It would be easier for his brother to learn it with someone who already knew some of the basics instead of starting from scratch. He’d also make sure to learn all the names of Thomas & Friends in BSL, but that could wait for now.

Tangerine picked it up surprisingly quickly in the months after that, much to Lemon’s relief. On the other hand he could have seen it coming. Tangerine never did anything half-assed; if he set his mind to something it was gonna get done no matter how long it took. To Lemon’s surprise he’d even signed up to classes every week, and once in a while he went with him. It was really effective. Of course he wasn’t fluent yet, neither of them were, Lemon read that it could take years before someone was really fluent at sign language. For now though it was enough that they could properly understand each other.

One of the first things Tangerine had done after Lemon insisted on teaching him the signs of those fucking trains was learn all of his favorite insults. He made sure that Lemon knew them too, cuz there was no way that he was gonna insult someone without them knowing exactly what he was scolding them with.

‘If I find your dirty fucking socks laying around my house one more time, I will throw them out the fucking window, you read me?’

His hand movements were still a bit slow, his brain still getting used to the fact that he needed to think of what he wanted to say and then translate that to his hands. However there was so much emotion on his face, that Lemon couldn’t help but feel as if he was actually saying it.

Lemon was very chuffed to see how Tangerine seemed to regain his confidence and attitude a bit more everyday. He would have never thought he’d miss that eye twitch whenever he managed to piss him off. It put a beaming smile on Lemon’s face.

‘What are you smiling about?’ he signed, giving him the usual ‘are you fucking serious right now’ look.

He was dead serious about this, as he usually was over these stupid little things and Lemon found it adorable. It reminded him of how they used to share a bedroom when they were younger and how keen Tangerine always was on keeping in neat. The thought made his smile grow wider, failing to contain it no matter how sharp his brother was staring at him. Tangerine was still that little brother of his, no matter how many years had passed.

Eventually Tangerine gave up trying to get Lemon's attention. He rolled his eyes and flipped him off before walking away, quite literally throwing his socks out of the open window.

“Ah man, those were my favorites!” Lemon yelled after him.

Tangerine didn’t look back, but he was sure that he was wearing that same old cocky grin on his face. Even though a lot of things have changed since Tokyo, he couldn’t help but be grateful that no matter what life put them through, they’d always come out on the other end.

Together.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. Like I said, I do plan on writing more stories in this ‘universe’, so if you have anything you want to see/read, please let me know. Next up: Tangerine and Ladybug meet for the first time again after Tokyo.

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beardedmrbean · 15 days

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The six former Mississippi law enforcement officers who tortured and abused two Black men in a racist attack were sentenced on Wednesday to 15 to 45 years in prisonon state charges.

The men — former Rankin County Sheriff’s deputies Brett Morris McAlpin, 53; Christian Dedmon, 29; Jeffrey Middleton, 46; Hunter Elward, 31; and Daniel Opdyke, 28' and a former police officer from the city of Richland, Joshua Hartfield, 32 — had pleaded guilty to state charges in August.

McAlpin, Middleton, and Opdyke were sentenced to serve 20 years; Dedmon to 25 years; Elward to 45 years; and Hartfield to 15 years in federal penitentiaries. The sentences will be served concurrently with their federal sentences, and all were ordered to pay $6,431 within two years of release, and permanently surrender their law enforcement certificates.

Prosecutors said the white officers had nicknamed themselves the “Goon Squad” due to their willingness to use excessive force and cover up their brutal attack on Michael Corey Jenkins and Eddie Terrell Parker in January 2023.

In the attack, the men verbally abused Jenkins and Parker, beat them, assaulted them with stun guns and a sex toy, and one of them shot Jenkins in the mouth in a "mock execution."

The men had also pleaded guilty to federal charges in connection with the assault and were sentenced to federal prison terms of 10 to 40 years.

The attack

In January 2023, McAlpin received a call from a white person who complained that Jenkins and Parker were residing with a white woman at a house in Braxton, Mississippi.

McAlpin then texted a group — the self-described “The Goon Squad” — that the Justice Department described as being known “for using excessive force and not reporting it.”

The group of men then went to that home without a warrant and assaulted Jenkins and Parker, punched and kicked them, called them racial slurs, forced them to ingest liquids, and assaulted them with a dildo, the Justice Department said.

Dedmon also fired his gun twice in an effort to intimidate the men, the department said.

In a mock execution, Elward removed a bullet from the chamber of his gun and forced the gun into Jenkins’ mouth before pulling the trigger. No bullet was fired the first time, but he pulled the trigger a second time, and it lacerated Jenkins' tongue and broke his jaw.

The officers then planned a cover-up and agreed to plant drugs on Jenkins and Parker, and those false charges stood against the men for months, The Associated Press reported.

Sentencing

In Wednesday’s sentencing, attorneys read statements for the victims.

“After Hunter Elward shot me, they left me to die bleeding on the floor and they tried to set me up to be imprisoned,” a statement on behalf of Michael Jenkins said. “January 24th, Your Honor, was the worst day of my life. I was brutally beaten and nearly killed by the Rankin County Sheriff’s Department, also known as the Goon Squad. I never would have thought a night of hanging out with friends would nearly cost me my life.”

“They beat, kicked, tased, insulted, waterboarded and humiliated me over and over again,” the statement said.

“I can no longer do what I love to do and that’s sing. I play the drums for my church. And because I was shot in the face, it affected my vision so I can no longer play. ... I wake it up at night covered in sweat because of the nightmares of my attack. Loud noises police lights, sirens, all give me extreme fear and anxiety. I am broken inside and I don’t ever think I’ll be the person I was,” the statement continued.

A statement on behalf of Eddie Parker said the actions of that night of terror “has left a scar on me that will last forever.”

“I never knew the ones that were sworn to protect and serve would be the ones I need protection from,” the statement said. “I am in constant fear someone will break into my home and terrorize me again … the humiliation and embarrassment from the sexual assault is too great to me to talk about.”

“My life was not perfect. But it was mine. I doubt if I’ll ever experience it again ... They should be given what they gave me and Michael Jenkins — which was no mercy and I pray for the maximum sentence,” his statement concluded.

#nunyas news #they're going to have a hell of a interesting time in prison

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Scared of the dark

It´s the first time i write something here so Idk how to do this, sorry about it, also, my native language isn´t english, so im sorry for the spelling mistakes. I wrote a small one so you can see how I write, Hope someone can give me orientation and a feedback, please. Btw, wrote this while listening to the song Scared of the dark by Lil Wayne, Ty Dolla $ign and XXXTENTACION, if you want to hear it i leave here the link for you.

Warnings: Alexia`s ACL Injury, angst, dead, insomnia, nightmares,

Today wasn't a normal day, it wasn't actually a day. It was 4:46am and you were still awake. You couldn't sleep, Everything felt so wrong. Alexia and Olga were sleeping and you were thinking and rethinking everything you have done with your life, on the balcony of your room with a view of the city. The sun was starting to get up and you didn't even start to sleep. Even if you were sleepy you could see how beautiful the city is, it was your home now…

You were only 15 but you already signed a contract with an European giant, with Barça, to replace Putellas while she is injured cause she tore her ACL. You were young, nervous, clumsy and shy when you arrived.You have never been to Barcelona before, but it was espetacular . Everyone of your friends told you how beautiful it was, you believed in them, of course they were right, but you were still scared. You were far from your mami e papi and from your friends and from your little town where it all started, but Alexia and Olga made sure you were gonna be okay and safe.

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They made everything feel like it was your home. They helped you with your homework, helped you when you broke up with your girlfriend, helped you when most of your friends stopped to answer your daily calls and messages, and on many other things,like when your parents died in a car crash. That was the low point of your life. the tragic death of your parents. You never went to throw it. It was and is hard for you to accept that they were just gone because of a drunk man. Thinking they were gonna make you happy on their way to see you after long months, they made the worst mistake ever of getting out of your town and never got into the game. You were terrified when Alexia had to tell you what happened. You cried so much that night. It's so scary to think that it was only one month ago.

Since the accident Alexia promised nothing was gonna happen to you, she and Olga would be your family and will forever protect you no matter what. They were your family now. Your little family. They are everything that you have left. They did a good job with you last month, actually, they were incredibly good at dealing with you, they always listened to you even if you said the most stupid things, even if some words might hurt them they always listened to you. They wanted to make sure that you know that they would always be there for you no matter what happens, they wanted you to know that you will always have a shoulder to cry on if you wanted to. You know that they were always going to be there for you, but you just didn't want to bother them or being a weight

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You are seated on a small couch that is on your balcony. The fresh air makes you feel good, less anxious than you have been, but it also makes you cry because it reminds you of home, how simple things were.

Suddenly you hear a calm voice interrupting your thoughts ´I didn't know you were an early riser, nena.´ It was Alexia. Alexia has called you nena since she met you, it has no special reasons but she likes to call you that. ´Me neither…` you answered with a tired little smile ´Everything is okay?´ She asked you with a concerned look while getting close to sit with you on the couch. ´Not really, I can´t sleep, I'm having countless nightmares, can't even think of getting into bed again´ you let off steam as you gazed at the city that was beginning to be more illuminated. ´I heard you screaming during your small nap after the practice, now I heard you opening the windows and seeing you like this is hurting me. Me and Olga are starting to be more worried about you again nena, you have been more tired than ever, zoning out every time, and being all day in your room. I know it is normal, it has been a month since the accident happened, I know you are still fighting and denying it, but you can't go through this alone, nena. I also know you are just a teenager, and that the accident isn't the only thing making you like this right now and that you also have this teenagers' problems, I know stupid people will be there and leave you many times, and it will hurt, I know it will leave a big scar on you, just like everything that makes you leave a tear, but we are here to help you, no matter what happens, vale?´ She was being so honest with you, it hurted seeing her being hurt by your own problems, her eyes were wide and she couldn't sleep because of you and you were feeling so guilty because of that. ´ I'm sorry Ale´ you said, clearing the tears that started to fall when Alexia started to talk ´I'm trying my best to talk, but it is so hard to open up, even worse when i'm not sure what to say. I truly don't know what to say, I want to talk so much but I just can't ask for help or open up, I just can´t. I swear it is not because i don't trust you or Olga, cause i do, but yes cause i just don't know how to talk or how to say everything that has been on my mind lately. i'm so sorry, i'm gonna try harder and better, and i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to warn you or to let you guys worry, i´m so sorry. I´m just so scared of everything. Everything is so different now´-you said while you just let the hot tears fall from your face. ´Oh pequeña, you don't have to be sorry for anything, it's not your fault. We love you, we are just worried. You are our little kid, our child, that's why we are worried about you, because we want to be a part of your life nena. We love you. We believe in you, we know you are strong, but you don't have to go through all these things alone. You are going to be fine, I promise.´ she said while hugging you and wiping your tears away. You both fell asleep after that, because you were woke up by Olga at 11:00 am. ´Good morning sunshines`she said with a little careful laugh ´Morning´ you and Ale said ´Slept well?´she asked with a funny look ´Thanks to Ale, sí,mucho!´you said while hugging the couple

#alexia putellas #barcelona femeni #fc barcelona #alexia putellas x teen reader

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Brooklyn Baby

Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,402

Warnings: Mentions of cheating (not Steve), discussions of sex (no smut).

Summary: After catching her high school sweetheart in bed with another woman, Y/N quickly realizes that moving half way across the country to be with her boyfriend was a big mistake. Stuck in Hawkins for the rest of the year, Y/N has to navigate the struggles of moving to a new town, going to class, and mending a broken heart. However, Hawkins has a certain way of changing a person’s life forever. Will it be the fresh start Y/N desperately needs? Or a nightmare much bigger than a break up?

Author’s Note: I really struggled with this ending for whatever reason, but I just wanted to get it posted so it would stop sitting in my drafts. Hope you guys like it! As always let me know if you want to be tagged in any of my fics!

Part Two

This was not how Steve expected to be spending his first day of 1986. When he woke up this morning, sans hangover for the first time since he was 15, he thought he would walk into work like it was every other day. Watch whatever bizarre artsy movie Robin insisted on putting on, and mess around till closing. What happened instead was a self titled "strange girl", he learned her name was Y/N L/N now, walked into Family Video. Glum and gray like the winter weather outside. Now he was sitting on the floor, munching on Raisinets, listening to her talk about why she moved to Hawkins, and how awful the last 24 hours were for her.

"Wait so let me get this straight. You drove all the way from New York City to Indiana straight, to move closer to this Ryan guy you've been going out with for like half a decade, only to find him cheating on you with some random chick?" Steve said in between bites of the chocolate candy.

"His name is Chris Ryan, but yea pretty much." Y/N sighed, taking a sip of the Coke Steve stole from the store's refrigerator.

"At least the girl was nice, she didn't know we were together. Her name's Jo, she drove me to this gas station to get ice cream after we left Chris's dorm. She told me that she met him in her Communications class. He flirted with her a lot while they were studying for finals, asked if she had plans for winter break. Her family lives in Tennessee, and apparently her parents are going through a messy divorce so she decided to stay on campus. He invited her to a party that weekend, she heard rumors he was good in bed, and they hooked up for the first time then. Notre Dame is huge, so the fact that she heard about him means he'd been cheating on me for awhile, probably with a ton of different women. I don't know how that rumor spread though, Chris is garbage in bed."

Steve and Y/N laughed at that, despite how painful the conversation was for her. Steve passed her some popcorn he microwaved in the back, Keith was gonna yell at him for taking snacks off the store floor again, but he didn't care. When Nancy broke up with him, he wished he had someone to talk too that wasn't 14. To have someone sit around and eat junk food with you and listen to your problems. Anything was better than being alone wallowing in your own self pity.

"Probably spread it himself. This guy I used to be friends with, Tommy Hagan, he started a rumor that he was packing down there. When his girlfriend Carol heard about it, she said it was all true. She used to be a huge gossip queen. All the guys knew it was bullshit though, all the showers at Hawkins High were open concept." Y/N was laughing, nearly in tears.

"Oh god I don't know what's worse about that story, the fact that a guy spread a rumor about his own dick size or the fact you had to shower in open stalls." Steve was laughing now too, it was nice to reminisce about High School, at least the memories that weren't filled with teenage heart break and fighting monsters.

"No, the worst part was that I used to be friends with the guy, he was such an asshole."

"He and Chris would probably be friends then." Y/N had long since taken off her parka, using it as a cushion beneath her. She had her legs stretched out in front of her, leather boots tapping the shelf. She reached inside of her tote bag to grab something, after a moment she pulled out a small polaroid and gave it to Steve. "This is what he looks like, seem like the type to hangout with your Tommy H?"

He looked at the photo, it depicted a tall blonde guy around his age. Clean shaven, all American type, decently muscular. Steve tried not to judge a book by its cover, but this guy looked like a Grade A douchebag. Polar opposite to the girl sitting next to him. Y/N looked like the kind of girl who spent her weekends at an art gallery, drinking lattes at a local coffee shop reading books Steve was supposed to read in High School. He used to beg Nancy to give him a summary of any classic lit they were assigned, Y/N looks like she would genuinely enjoy reading them. Steve couldn't understand why she was with this Chris guy to begin with, but maybe that's what people thought when Nancy and him were together. Back when he wore the crown of King Steve.

"Oh yea totally, shit heads of feather stick together." She laughed again, and Steve thought about how much he liked the sound of it. It was a big laugh, loud and full. Like she wasn't afraid to take up space.

"He looks like a shit head doesn't he?"

"Absolutely, I should know. I used to be kind of a shit head myself. Takes one to know one." Y/N's eyes widened at that, she looked like she didn't believe him.

"That can't be true."

"Well it is true, ask anyone around what Steve Harrington was like the first 2.5 years of high school and they'll tell you." She shook her head, giggling to herself.

"Well I can tell you're not a shit head now, real shit heads can't admit to themselves that they are, or were, shit heads. It's like their brains can't compute with the idea they're anything less than God's gift to the planet." Steve doesn't remember the last time he's laughed this much with another girl before, except maybe with Robin. He's only known Y/N for a day, and yet he feels so comfortable with her. She has this presence around her, something easy and familiar. It's like they've known each other for years, and are just catching up after not seeing each other for while. Not strangers who just met for the first time today.

"God I can't believe I wasted 5 years of my life with him... You know he was always super controlling, never let me have friends who were boys. He was paranoid I was going to leave him for some other guy. Chris had this whole plan that we were going to be together forever, didn't even ask my opinion about it. We were gonna move upstate to the suburbs, have 2.5 kids, a dog, and a white picket fence, and I just convinced myself that it was something I wanted. Even though deep down I knew I didn't. It wasn't the idea of a husband, kids, and a dog that bothered me. It was the idea of just living behind that white picket fence, like I'm some Stepford wife. Anytime I made something for Chris, whether it was a gift, baked goods, or whatever. He would always call me his future little housewife. Like that was all I was good for, a future housewife. Every time he said it my stomach would sink, but I told myself it was fine." Y/N closed her eyes, head leaning against the shelf of VHS tapes.

"And I moved here to be with him, because I loved him. Even if I wasn't too much of a fan of his life goals, I wanted to do it because I loved him. Look where that's got me. Halfway across the country with no friends, no job, and sitting in a Family Video crying over a guy who's full name is just two first names... That's so fucking pathetic. God, you must think I'm so stupid." Steve could tell she was fighting back tears, and that was the last thing he wanted. For a moment he forgot about how upset she was earlier, they were having fun laughing and talking shit about guys they new. It looked like the rose colored glasses were slipping off, and reality was sinking in for her.

"Hey, I don't think you're stupid." Y/N looked at him, doubt clearly written all over her face.

"I'm serious. Listen, I've had my heart broken before, I know what it's like. This guy is a total dick, and you're way out of his league." She started to smile again, and Steve didn't want to lose his momentum.

"It hurts now, but it'll hurt less in the future. I know no one wants to hear it all gets better with time, but it's kind of true. Sometimes you'll see something that reminds you of them, of your time together, and the hurt comes back in full force, but each time it happens it hurts less and less. Until eventually that heart break is only a dull pain, and then it goes away completely." It took Steve a long time to get over Nancy. Every time he saw her in school, walking around town, or holding hands with Jonathan fucking Byers, it felt like he was getting stabbed in the chest over and over again. He knew he was a shitty boyfriend to her, but he did genuinely love her. She was the first girl he ever did love. Now, when he sees Nancy it doesn't hurt to look at her. They have a mutual respect for each other now, can share the same space without overwhelming awkwardness, someone to hunt inter-dimensional monsters with on the occasion. The pain is gone, and now she's just there. Nancy Wheeler, someone he used to love but loves no longer.

"What was her name?"

"Who?" Steve asked, in between sips of his now room temperature Coke.

"The girl that broke your heart?" It's a fair question, given everything she's told him, and that he opened the door for her to ask.

"Her name is Nancy. We dated for a year almost. She broke up with me at a Halloween party, said our relationship was bullshit, that I was bullshit. She was drunk at the time, but when I asked her the next day if she meant it, she said I was being ridiculous. But when I asked her if she loved me, almost begged her to say she still loved me, she stayed quiet. Deep down I knew it was over... And that's when she broke my heart." Y/N placed her hand on Steve's shoulder, a sign of comfort. He wanted to tell her that he was over it. That it's not a big deal, but the warmth of her hand felt nice, and she might take it away if he says anything. So Steve stayed quiet.

"Looks like holiday parties and relationships aren't a good combination for us." A sad chuckle left Steve's mouth, what a coincidence. Halloween and New Years, both leading to disaster.

"Yea, sounds about right. But hey, you were wrong about one thing earlier."

"Pray tell, what was I wrong about?"

"That you didn't have any friends here." She narrowed her eyes at him, not sure where he was going with his train of thought.

"Oh?"

"Yep," Steve said, adding a pop to the end of the p. "We're friends now, don't you think?" He was suddenly nervous. Normally when he talked to girls he didn't get nervous. Even if a girl rejects him, he can usually let it go, get back on the saddle and all that. But now? He really wanted to be friends with her, get to know her better. He didn't want her to walk out that door and never see him again. The thought made his stomach clench.

"We are?"

"Oh for sure, do you think I steal snacks from my employer for just anyone? We're definitely friends now." Y/N giggled. She was glad she met Steve. He was funny, nice, exactly what she needed after what happened yesterday. A breath of fresh air.

"That's true, does that mean I have to steal food from my future employer to really seal the deal?"

"Nah, you don't have too. But, that doesn't mean I would say no if you so happen to decide to anyway." Y/N nodded. She really hoped he meant what he said, that they were friends. If she was going to be stuck in Hawkins until May she really didn't want to do it alone.

"Steve?" A girl's voice rang out from the back of the room.

"Over here Robin!" Steve shouted. Y/N didn't know anybody else was in the Family Video with them, they'd been here for awhile and didn't hear anyone else coming in or out of the store. Steve knew her though, so she must work here too.

"What are you doing? We're about to close... Who's this?" A tall girl with short sandy brown hair and a green Family Video vest came into the isle. She looked between Steve and Y/N, clearly she had no idea another person was in the store either.

"What you mean we're about to close? It's not that late." Steve stood up, brushing off the crumbs from the popcorn he ate earlier.

"Yea, it's 7:55 dingus. We close in 5 minutes." Shit, was it really that late? Steve didn't realize they'd been talking for so long, nearly 4.5 hours. Y/N stood up too, after gathering her belongings on the ground.

"Oh, Robin this is Y/N, she just moved here from New York City. Y/N this Robin, my best friend slash coworker."

"Hi, I'm sorry I didn't realize the time. Oh, and we made a mess. I can help clean up if you guys want? I wouldn't to keep you both here longer than necessary."

"Don't worry about it, I got it. I'm sorry you didn't get a chance to look around for a movie though." Y/N shook her head.

"No, you were more than helpful, thank you for listening to my sob story. I really needed that." Y/N put her parka back on and picked up the empty candy wrappers she had and tossed them into the garbage can.

"I guess I'll see you around?"

"Yea of course, you know where to find me!" Y/N smiled and walked outside of the Family Video. Steve turned to Robin to find her leaning against the front desk, arms crossed against her chest and an expectant look on her face.

"Gonna explain who that was Harrington?"

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 9 months

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Jack Harlow One Sentence Requests

6.14.2023

"I wouldn't do that if I was you"

"damn, smells amazing in here"

"stop with the bullshit, Y/N"

"what makes you think I trust you?"

"Did you know you talk in your sleep?"

"It wouldn't be the first time I've made you cry"

"How can you watch this stuff?"

"Why are you so loud?"

"You know, you're too much sometimes."

"Bless you! You don't have to be such a dad!"

"It wasn't me"

"stop teasing and fuck me already"

"uhm hello? Aren't you forgetting something?"

"You're like Velma without her glasses"

6.15.2023

"You don't have to to do everything for everybody, you know that!"

"it feels like all we do anymore is argue"

"Shut up, I can't sleep"

"I'm gonna keep trying to pursue you even if you hate me y/n. I'm not giving up on you"

"I think my water just broke"

"l've liked you from the start why can't you see that? I wanna be yours y/n"

"Baby diarrhea is nothing to be embarrassed about!"

6.16.2023

"Why do you keep those people around when all they do is hurt me Jack?"

"oh so just cause we're in front of the guys you're not gonna respond to *insert pet name*"

"today was nice... but I don't think we should do it again"

"sleeping with them wasn't part of the plan"

6.20.2023

"I love when you blush"

"I didn't give you permission"

"Nightmares are the worst, I'm sorry baby"

"please stay baby"

6.21.2023

"How lucky am I to get to love you forever?"

"I canceled a gig to come to your aid and this is the thanks I get?"

"Did you really just say that?"

"i don't want our daughters around those people"

"You don't love me anymore do you? After everything I've supported you in?"

"I'm obsessed with you"

6.25.2023

"why won't you just let me love you?"

7.3.2023

"I don't think you realize my true feelings for you. I really want to be with you and only you"

"I have to see you again"

"you like when I kiss your ear and whisper into it, huh?"

7.4.2023

"fuck its too big"

"you're being annoying"

7.8.2023

"Guess we're gonna be seeing more of each other."

"buy why, why would you do that?"

7.20.2023

"you're my girl"

7.24.2023

"I don't know how to slow dance"

"Daddy, can I have a kiss please?"

“You belong to me. You’re mine and I’m yours, got it?”

“But the real question is… would you still love me if I was a caterpillar??”

7.25.2023

"can I kiss you?"

"You just have to listen to what I'm saying, why aren't you listening? angst to fluff maybe?"

7.26.2023

“I don’t know how to ride a bike, what makes you think I know how to ride a scooter?”

“Baby, can you pick me up?”

"We were pretty loud"

8.13.2023

“I love your body. Everything you hate about it is what drives me crazy.”

9.15.2023

"Baby your allergies are awful."

"You don't have to. I know, but I want to."

"Why does that always make me laugh?"

9.22.2023

"stop pouting and let me give you a kiss"

"I just wanted it to be perfect"

"Daddy, can we keep the turtle?"

9.24.2023

"I like your pretty little p***y"

9.25.2023

"babe, stop, we're gonna be late"

12.12.2023

“I love snuggling with you”

12.13.2023

"You’re very pretty like your dad!"

12.14.2023

“God, I love everything about you”

12.15.2023

“You’re so cute!”

12.18.2023

“You’re kind of sexy when you’re mad.”

12.19.2023

“jack stop plucking me for i pop you!!”

“I’m in love with you and I’m not afraid to show it.”

12.22.2023

“I’m exhausted, and you’re not helping.”

You can’t fall in love with me. It won’t benefit either of us.”

"It's cold out here!"

12.30.2023

"You're the only person I'd want to live with"

1.9.2024

“You always over complicate things!”

"I think you're cute when you get jealous."

"I'm so lucky to love you."

1.10.2024

"I just think your eyes are really pretty"

1.11.2024

"Its not bad, it just needs tweaking"

1.14.2024

“You always get so grumpy when you’re hungry!“

“I think I’m ready to try for another kid now”

2.13.2024

“don’t tell me you’re having nightmares again”

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jackman thomas harlow #jackharlow #jack harlow concepts #jackman harlow #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow imagine

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discotenny · 4 months

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hypmic danger... ramuda, jakurai, samatoki, and... sasara. peoole will forget sasara. if you are a sasasama believer it has more weight to the fact that, you know, he can and has turned a blind eye to violence before and even taken part. he was a good kid! I don't think, without those feelings, that he would have ended up going down that path. but it was the way he spent time with toki.

rosho, toki, everyone really gets away don't they... so when he's found you, oh, you're not leaving him.

yandere!sasara determined on keeping you forever and ever.. love can make ya do funny things

Undercut: yandere typical behaviors, stalking, kidnapping, handcuffs, whomp whomp whomp

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It was so nice to have someone promise to stay with him- to love him even- after a lifetime of being left alone.

Sasara tried to be good for you. He tried to keep up the act of the perfect partner, famous comedian, and popular rap artist- he just wanted to be by your side.

With exorbitant gifts using his high paying salary, or frequent dates- he’d always try his best to hear your laugh and see your smile, to have your attention on him and him only. Sasara would shower you in compliments and kisses, all so you would continue doing the same in turn.

And maybe in his desire to just keep you, he let the mask slip a little.

There was the jealousy, the sudden shift in attitudes when met with anyone who was just a little too friendly with you. The dark look in his eyes when faced with anyone he considered could take you from him.

Then there was the paranoia. He’d wake you up in ungodly hours, shaking from a nightmare where he said you had the gall to break up with him. It got so bad that it started to affect his actions, with Sasara saying he’d prefer to get trackers on your phones for the peace of mind or always insisting on you never going out alone.

But worst of all was the comparisons. He’d bring up his parents, saying he would never want your relationship to end up the way theirs did. He’d bring up Rosho, saying he never wants you to feel the same way he did. He’d bring up Samatoki, saying that he would never let you leave as easily as he did.

So yeah- the facade slipped just enough for you to ask for a pause in your relationship- to really figure out if it was what you wanted. And that just about broke him.

A few days after you wake up in an unfamiliar room in a very familiar house. Sasara stands over you with the smile you can’t understand the reason behind. There’s a key dangling from his fingertips, and with a confused tug at your arms you realize why.

You can’t run from him like the others.

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Bsjeheibd not my best work but yandere Sasa is wjebdkds

I get cold feet writing for him because I want to write him well but I get so nervous worrying that I’m writing him poorly :(( I want to do a longer piece where I explore how he’d behave more in depth but this Drabble will do for now !! One day I promise !!

NE WAYS !!! I’ve had this ask for a while and everytime I look at it i just get sos sooerodo excited because kebekfbkdbndmdmmmmmejeji

I hope you enjoyed !! Have a good night 🫶🫶🫶

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e350tb · 8 months

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Gravity Falls - My Only Condition

Everybody has their breaking point - even Ford. The part of him that still clings to sanity is a little disappointed that he broke this quickly.

He feels he could have withstood pain - he’s done so before, after all - and he figured he was above any mental torture Bill could dream of, seeing as the demon couldn’t get into his head (thank you, metal plate.) Once again, he underestimated that isosceles menace. Bill didn’t need access to his thoughts to connive his worst nightmares. He knows Ford too well.

All he needs is a little psychic screen with which to show Ford what he’ll do to his family if he doesn’t give him what he wants. What Ford sees on that screen cannot be described in words - all the myriad tortures that Stan, Dipper and Mabel, even Soos and Wendy can expect if he holds out. No need to consider laws of physics, laws of time and space, the human toleration for punish before expiry - as Bill cheerfully explains, helpfully punctuating his points by pointing at particularly gruesome elements of his plans with his cane, like a teacher pointing to the blackboard, he can do this forever. And he will do this forever, and indeed for more than forever, until Ford gives in. With the barrier still in place, Bill has all the time in the world.

It takes just six minutes of watching for Ford to break - which another person might consider impressive, considering anyone else would have been driven insane by what they were seeing in seconds.

“I’ll do it,” he says, his voice ragged and defeated. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just… my only condition…”

“See, fellas!” Bill grins back at his henchmaniancs, if one can grin with only an eye - he manages, somehow. “Told you I could break him!”

“My only condition… is that you spare…”

Even at his lowest point, part of him still resists.

“Let me guess,” Bill rolls his eye. “OooOOooh, spare my family, oh mighty Bill!”

He laughs, and his friends laugh with him. The sound drills into Ford’s mind, eroding what little remains of his psyche.

“Alright, Sixer, here’s the deal,” he says. “You shake my hand and I spare all your little Shack friends. Nobody will ever harm them again…”

He turns to his friends.

“And that goes for all of you, too!” he warns. “I’m lookin’ at you, Xantharr!”

He turns back and offers his hand.

Slowly, Ford raises his own, and, shaking and sweating, he takes it.

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It’s all too easy.

That’s the thought that repeats over and over again in Stan’s mind. They’ve gotten the ShackTron into range basically unopposed, they’ve sent the ‘landing party’ down (and if he were Ford, he’d probably be more than a little nervous at the idea of Soos and Sheriff Blubs being in his rescue team), they’ve jumped into the Fearamid, and now all they’ve got to do is walk down this inviting little corridor to a staircase leading up to the main throne room.

Weren’t they meant to be dropping straight into the throne room?

They’re heading forward now - Dipper and Mabel up front, Soos and Wendy behind them, and he reluctantly bringing up the rear with Blubs, Pacifica and McGucket. Stan knows it’s leading them to a trap - they all do, really - but this is the only way forward, and they’ll just have to cross that bridge when it comes.

When the inevitable trap is sprung, Stan can’t say he’s really that surprised. Honestly, he’s even a little impressed.

Dipper finds it first - he runs headlong into an invisible wall right in front of the first stair. Stan stops running - but next to him, Blubs and Pacifica slam into a wall that Stan didn’t even notice was there. He turns back, but the same invisible barrier that stopped them now stops him.

They’re split in two - he, the kids, Soos and Wendy are trapped in a square between the corridor and the stairs, with Blubs, McGucket and Pacifica stuck on the other side.

Pacifica pounds on the invisible barrier and shouts something, but they can’t hear her.

“It’s a trap!” Soos exclaims.

Stan shoots him a meaningful look. “Yeah, you think?!”

“There’s gotta be a way outta here.” Dipper feels a wall - one of the visible ones - to find a secret passage.

“Paz!” Mabel tries to sign what she means as she speaks. “Find… another… way… around… do you guys think any of them can lipread?”

“Dude, I’ll try hamboning!”

Before Soos can start slapping his knees, a giant, skinless hand bursts from the wall beyond the barrier, clutching Sheriff Blubs by the chest. He lets out a noiseless scream before he’s yanked backwards, straight into the wall at alarmingly high speed. Instead of the expected plume of smoke and mortar from the impact, Blubs literally splats into the wall like a dollop of paint, leaving a vivid kaleidoscope of colours smearing the wall - the colours of the unfortunate sheriff.

McGucket has turned to watch what had happened to Blubs - a poor choice, as it leaves him unable to see the second skinless hand that emerged from the opposing wall. This one runs its index finger along McGucket’s back. McGucket’s eyes widen as his hands begin to act on their own accord, reaching back to the line the finger had made - then, as opening a sandwich bag, they peel his skin away, pulling it off like an unwanted jacket. McGucket’s skeleton drops his squirming skin to the floor and runs off down the dark corridor, disappearing into the gloom.

Pacifica screams, pressing her back against the invisible barrier as McGucket’s skin flops forlornly at her feet. A third skinless hand, even bigger than the others, bursts from the wall, and is on Pacifica before she can even think of running. For a moment, Stan can just about see her back flattened impossibly against the wall - then the giant hand closes its fist, pulling back as it turns its palm and vibrates its fingers, kneading something with the consistency of paste between them. When it's done, it hurls it to the ground - what looks like a mostly yellow wad of used gum sticks to the floor, part of Pacifica’s face visible on the top, her eye frantically glancing left and right.

“Pacifica!” Mabel screams, pounding on the barrier.

“Aw man,” Wendy looks frantically around, trying desperately to find an exit. “What the hell do we do now?”

The floor beneath them shakes, and suddenly, their invisible cage is being lifted upwards. They are suspended in an invisible cube, and the floor under them shifts from the dark floor of the Fearamid to a similarly dark, and familiar, hand.

A gigantic Bill Cipher, sitting on his throne, gazes down upon them, the familiar sound of his laughter filling the air.

“It’s funny!” he says. “If Ford had held out a little longer, you might’ve had a chance to get past me! But he didn’t, so you don’t.”

“If… if Ford held out a little longer?” Dipper asks.

Bill shifts the cube. They see Ford, slumped in the corner of the throne, unwilling or unable to look at them.

“All I had to do was show visions of you being tortured a bit and he sang like a bird!” Bill exclaims. “I’m just about to have a little heart-to-heart with his mind to get the equation to break out of this town! The end of the universe, brought to you by Stanford Pines! Give ‘im a round of applause!”

There is a long silence, but when Stan turns around, he sees Bill’s henchmen applauding.

“And once I’m out, I’ve got a couple’a people I wanna visit first,” continues Bill. “People like… Simon and Diane Pines! And Shermy Pines!”

“Our parents!” exclaims Mabel.

“Grandpa!” adds Dipper.

“Yeah, they’re gonna be fun to play with!” says Bill. “And I’ll make sure they know who’s fault it was! I’ll make sure everyone knows! And it’s not just Ford, too! How ‘bout their son who let me borrow his body, or their daughter who gave me the rift to take on physical form?”

Dipper and Mabel gulp, exchanging glances.

“And then there’s their little helpers, Soos and Wendy!” Bill continues. “Helping them along with their little author quest! Oh, and working to keep the lights on for the guy who made all of this possible, the one and only portal builder, Stanley Pines!”

“Aw, can it, will ya?” snaps Stan, stepping forward. “This isn’t the kids’ fault, it isn’t Soos and Wendy’s fault, it isn’t Fords’ fault, and it sure isn’t mine. You did this, Bill - all of this.”

Bill raises his brow.

“Maybe so,” he says, “but you reckon anyone else will believe that? Humans want someone to blame, Stanley, and…”

“Do I look like I care what they think?” Stan shouts.

He kneels down, pulling his kids into a hug. Soos and Wendy join in, and he looks up at his nemesis.

“Do your worst,” he says.

They wait for the end. It never comes.

Bill laughs again.

“I couldn’t even if I wanted to!” he exclaims. “That was the deal. Fordsy’s only condition - nobody harms you. So you get to be unharmed.”

He narrows his eyes.

“Nobody else. Just you.”

He turns around, reaching out to hand the cube to Ford, and the group realise that they’ve been shrunk down - the cube is roughly the size of a six-sided dice.

“Anything you wanna add, Sixer?” asks Bill.

Ford gently taks the cube into his hand. He looks down at his family - in his eyes, it’s clear that he’s broken. Bill taps his finger on top of the cube.

“They can hear you, if you’ve got anything to say.”

Ford opens his mouth, but nothing comes out - he seems frozen, unable to formulate any words.

“Great Uncle Ford?” Dipper speaks up, not entirely sure if Ford can hear him. “This isn’t your fault.”

“He’s right,” Wendy adds. “It’s Bill’s. And when I get my hands on him…”

“Think you’re gonna have to get in line, dude,” says Soos, with uncharacteristic gravity.

“Please, Grunkle Ford,” Mabel says, her voice wobbling - clearly what happened to Pacifica is still in her mind’s eye - “Don’t blame yourself.”

Ford still says nothing. His lip quivers.

“Do you want to say anything, Grunkle Stan?” asks Mabel.

Stan sighs.

“Don’t let ‘im break you, Ford,” he says. “You didn’t do this. It ain’t your fault. And someday, we’re gonna get out of here, and we’re gonna give this overgrown Crampelter back twice as hard.”

He narrows his eyes.

“We’ll get out of this, Ford,” he says. “Together. Never forget that.”

Ford swallows, and his reply is shaky and hoarse.

“I love you,” he mutters.

“We love you too, Grunkle Ford,” Mabel replied.

“Give ‘em hell, Ford,” Stan growls.

Bill taps the top of the cube again, and suddenly they’re floating - both in the sense that they’re floating within the cube, and in the sense that the cube itself floats. Slowly, the walls turn opaque, plunging the inside into darkness. Stan has the sensation of falling, falling, falling…

…and then he drifts away.

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Some time later, Bill emerges from Ford’s head. Regaining consciousness, he keels over and vomits.

He’s in a birdcage - it smells like cheap cologne and ranch dressing. He feels something in his hand - lifting it up and opening it, he sees a little, wooden six-sided dice, and when he turns it over in his hands, he finds the six side is blank. On the other sides are a pine tree, a shooting star, a question mark, an ice bag and the symbol on Stan’s fez.

Bill turns, casually leaning on the bars of Ford’s cage.

“Don’t worry ‘bout ‘em, Sixer,” he says. “They’re fine - they’re in a little dream world version of the Mystery Shack where summer never ends. Not like you, of course - you’re gonna be in hell. Should’a taken my first offer!”

He turns to his throne and snaps his fingers. It suddenly collapses as everyone in the structure is unpetrified.

“And you know the best part?” Bill continues. “The dream world’s powered by hate. So the more hate it gets, the more inescapable it’ll be. And I’ve got a very special kinda hate to power it. Reckon you know what it is, Sixer?”

“Please stop,” Ford whispers.

“That’s right!” Bill exclaims. “I’m gonna make sure the whole world knows the Pines family did this! They’re gonna be so mad - and by that I mean both angry and insane! There’s gonna be enough hate towards you and your family to power this thing forever!”

Ford puts the dice on the floor and buries his head into his hands.

Far below them, the pile of people begins to stir.

“What happened?” Tambry rubs her head.

“Are… are we free?” Deputy Durland dares to ask.

“Free?” Bill towers over them. “Free?!”

He laughs hysterically as he begins to glow a brilliant red. In the distance, cracks appear in the sky, as if crawling along a giant glass dome surrounding the town.

“Oh, no no no no no no,” Bill sneers down at them. “Your problems are only just beginning!”

As the barrier around Gravity Falls crumbles and falls, Bill laughs again - this time, his laughter carries beyond the town, over the hills and forests, over Portland and Seattle and Vancouver, over Washington and London and Moscow and Beijing. All over the world, the sky is opening up, torn asunder by new rifts. The moon cracks like an egg. The seas turn to blood.

And as Bill’s laughter echoes across the world, a broken Ford cannot help but join in. This is not a laugh of joy, or triumph, or any kind of humour. This is a sound of pure and utter despair, the laugh of the condemned man, the man who has just crossed his wits end, who has reached the end of his rope and doesn’t even have sanity to cling to. This is the laugh of the doomed, and as the tears roll down his cheeks, he knows it will be echoed in every town, every city and every country on Earth.

“Welcome to global Weirdmageddon!” exclaims Bill. “Brought to you by the Pines family!”

What happens next is simply too awful for words.

The End

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