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alchemax-genetics-division · 10 months

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The Sleeping Habits of one Miguel O’hara

One-Shot || Peter B Parker x Miguel O’hara || Gen

This is unbeta’d, written in tumblr, and unedited, so any mistakes are mine alone! If there are any egregious errors, please feel free to (respectfully) reach out and I’ll fix them asap! I hope you enjoy!

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No one had ever seen Miguel sleep. Doze, sure, but that was only late at night, and only if you were unlucky enough to wander into Miguel’s darkened lab when he hadn’t yet dragged himself back to wherever it was that he found even the scantest scrap of comfort. On nights like those, Miguel could be found slumped over the nearest lab table, forehead braced against his forearm on the tabletop. And then, mere moments later, his red eyes would blink open, as silent as a predator’s, glowing in the pitch-dark room, and the room’s occupancy would very quickly return to one.

But no one had ever seen Miguel sleep. The rumor mill abounded with speculation, each more ridiculous than the last, but only barely; he sleeps upside down like a bat, he sleeps stark naked, he sleeps in vats of fresh blood. Peter B had never paid such whisperings any mind, far more focused on his own sleep schedule and the toddler that wreaked havoc on it.

And then Peter B had confessed his feelings for his boss and, surprise of all surprises, hadn’t immediately gotten fired (or killed, he supposed, because he had seen Miguel’s talons in action and while their metal- and flesh-rending ability was agonizingly attractive in the field, he didn’t think Miguel would hesitate to use his natural weapons in any situation where he was uncomfortable, even emotionally.) Even more mind-bogglingly, Miguel had… reciprocated. Slowly, hesitantly, with all of the trepidation of someone who had been burned before, and then burned twice more for good measure.

It didn’t change much, if Peter were being honest with himself. He still co-parented with MJ. He still brought Mayday into Headquarters and, when the anomaly didn’t appear to be too dangerous, into the field. He still pestered Miguel within an inch of his life whenever he got the chance. He still wrangled spider-kids like he was paid to do it. He still did his job, when it was absolutely required of him to do so.

The only difference was that, now, he got to hold Miguel’s hand while he did it. Now, he got to throw a casual arm around Miguel’s shoulder while he made his characteristic dad jokes, giving Miguel a one-armed squeeze that conveyed more between them than words ever could. Now, he got to kiss Miguel for luck before every mission and he got to kiss Miguel in victory when they got back.

Their relationship didn’t change the fact, however, that Miguel was an incurable workaholic. Even with Peter pestering him to eat, leaving water bottles at his elbow during the day, and reminding him to sleep at some point during the night before leaving the lab to return to his shared apartment with MJ or (on nights where he hadn’t had Mayday at work that day) to the small living quarters in HQ that had been assigned to him, he knew that Miguel didn’t rest nearly enough. Something about vulnerability, Peter reasoned, and tried not to take it personally. Miguel didn’t rest around anyone; he hadn’t had the luxury of trusting the people around him and two months of love, no matter how all-encompassing or overwhelming, would change that.

So when Peter opened his HQ apartment door one night, more than ready to collapse against the nearest semi-horizontal surface and remain dead to the world for the next twelve hours straight, the last thing he expected to find was Miguel O’hara in his bed.

His first thought, irrationally, was that every single spider-person who had ever speculated about Miguel’s sleeping habits was dead wrong, because Miguel slept exactly like a normal person. Well, almost. He was on his back, which would’ve looked as stiff as a board (and therefore, not much of a difference from how he normally looked) if not for the almost delicate crossing of his bare ankles, the sleep-gentle curve of his fingers where they rested on his stomach, tilt of his head towards the window. The only light in the apartment came from the glow of the city through the window, casting a neon outline over the ridges of Miguel’s face, illuminating the long lines of his neck. Peter couldn’t help but to trace the length of the contorted muscles, twisted below Miguel’s skin; his gaze came to a rest in the tiny divot behind Miguel’s ear, a minuscule detail, so agonizingly human, and he was overwhelmed with the urge to press his lips to the fine bone of his boyfriend’s skull. He had the wherewithal to close the door, engaging the latch as quietly as possible so as not to wake the man in his bed and swearing softly when red eyes blinked open under a furrowed brow.

“Sorry love,” he whispered, toeing off his shoes and shucking his jacket to the floor. He could deal with then tomorrow. Right now, he needed to be in Miguel’s arms, preferably five minutes ago. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

The city glow silhouette shifted, warping in the near-darkness, and Peter’s heart rate kicked up in his chest at the half-concealed movement, every instinct, carefully honed from decades of constant danger, screaming at him to defend himself from the shadow that slithered across the floor. But his spider-sense wasn’t activated; the skin-deep vibration that accompanied every impending blow like lightening to thunder was comfortingly absent. And then the shadow took shape, forming thick-knuckled fingers and a scarred forearm, extending towards him like an invitation, like a demand, like a plea.

Miguel’s half-lidded eyes were still locked on him, sleepily glazed, his face still slack with residual relaxation that hadn’t yet sloughed off from the force of full wakefulness, and Peter’s entire chest clenched. He didn’t try to resist the pull, drawn to Miguel’s side like a magnet. As he took the few steps to the bed, he shed his clothes and by the time he reached the edge of the mattress, little more than a hospital mat with ill-fitting sheets, he was down to his boxers and socks and even in the inky black room, he knew Miguel could see the red and blue webbed pattern that criss-crossed the fabric. Sure enough, when he stepped into Miguel’s line of sight, he heard a familiar huff of exasperation. Only two months of experience enabled him to detect the fondness that laced the sound like veined marble. Peter smiled to himself, smiled down at his sleep-softened boyfriend, smiled in gratitude to the universe.

If he had expected to be allowed to arrange himself in his own bed, he was sorely mistaken. As soon as his hands and knees indented the mattress, prepared to crawl into as comfortable a position as the thin mat could provide, Miguel had his arms around him, tugging him sharply across the remaining space between them. Before he could register the movement, Peter found himself crushed between the mattress and Miguel’s broad bulk, and he suddenly had a much better idea of how pancakes felt when he pressed them down into the pan with his spatula on mornings when he cooked breakfast for Mayday.

He and Miguel were of a height, a fact that was so well hidden by Miguel’s love of raised platforms and dramatic entrances that it shocked nearly everyone who saw them standing together, but his considerable shoulder breadth made Peter feel like an ant underneath Miguel’s body. Only his spider strength lent his lungs the force required to expand. It wasn’t uncomfortable by any stretch; it reminded Peter of the time he had nearly been crushed by a flying slab of concrete and emerged five minutes later with every joint in his body cracked, every vertebrae in his spine popped, and more limber than he had been before being slammed into the ground by two tons of rock and rebar. It was grounding, more grounding than Peter had realized he had needed.

The expansion of his chest must’ve given Miguel concern, however, because he made a noise, something like a grunt but far more sympathetic, and made to move. The second his weight lifted, Peter snaked his arms around his boyfriend’s torso, locking him in place, and Miguel collapsed back down with a huff of amusement.

“Feels good,” Peter mumbled into the side of Miguel’s head. Hair tickled at his cheek and lips but he didn’t dare pull away. Miguel hummed and shifted slightly, settling into a more comfortable but no less compressing position and within seconds, was fast asleep again. His breath ghosted over Peter’s neck where his face was tucked, pebbling the sensitive skin, and Peter’s thoughts raced.

The first position he had found Miguel in had made sense. Most spider-people slept on their backs, ready to protect themselves at a moment’s notice, all of their enhanced senses well within reach and easy use at the first sign of danger. But this, the baring of Miguel’s back to the room, the vulnerability in Miguel’s hidden face, especially for someone without spider senses, was shocking. It didn’t make sense.

Peter pondered it for a while, his mind circling itself like an endless game of chase, every go around converging on one central, illusive conclusion that stubbornly remained concealed.

And then Peter shifted. Nothing major, a mere twitch of his arm, an itch that needed to be scratched, a mindless movement. Immediately, he froze as Miguel’s entire body vibrated above him, a deep rumble emanating from the depths of his chest, his grip tightening around Peter’s torso to the point of creaking ribs and stuttered breath, and it clicked.

Oh.

Miguel had had an entire dimension stolen from him. A home, a family, a wife and daughter, all stolen unceremoniously right from under his nose. In the dead of night, with no warning or preamble, his entire world had collapsed into ruin and desolation and then nothing.

Suddenly his grip felt less crushing. The pressure hadn’t eased, and Peter knew that he’d have bruises in the morning, a ring of black and blue circling his chest, but he didn’t mind. Suddenly, he could feel the protectiveness that coursed through the muscles in Miguel’s arms. He could feel the challenge in his hold, as if daring the universe to try to steal Peter away from him. As if he’d fight God and man alike to keep Peter in his arms, and Peter knew he would.

Peter raised one arm, gently, softly, and placed it, gently, softly, in the thick mane of hair, curling it between his fingers, scratching at Miguel’s scalp with blunt fingernails.

“I’m right here, sweetheart,” he whispered, trusting enhanced senses to catch the barely-audible words. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Slowly, Miguel’s arms relaxed once more, returning from their current level of suffocating back to their previous level of merely constricting. His growling quieted to even purr, deepened further by the hand tangled in his hair.

Within minutes, the vibration rumbling through the entire bed, the scent of his own shampoo wafting from Miguel’s hair, and the weight of his boyfriend above him had lulled Peter into the deepest sleep he had ever gotten, and for once, he was blissfully untouched by nightmares.

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Peter should’ve been prepared for the barrage of questions. Miguel had slipped from his room early the next morning, but not early enough to be undetected, and while the devil worked hard, but the rumor mill of the Spider Complex worked harder. So he should’ve braced himself for the onslaught of questions that the spider kids aimed at him as soon as he stepped foot into the dining hall for breakfast.

“Did Miguel sleep in your room last night?”

“Are the rumors true?”

“How much sleeping did you actually do?”

“Does he sleep at all or did he perch in the corner all night like a psychotic cat?”

That last one was the helpful input of Hobie and Peter rolled his eyes. It was far too early in the morning to deal with such pointed questions about his sex life and thinly veiled accusations about his boyfriend.

Across the room, he could feel the weight of Miguel’s gaze on him and a flick of Peter’s eyes revealed a subtle and convoluted maelstrom of emotions behind Miguel’s carefully schooled expression. Cautious hope warred with a silent plea and Peter could tell he was waiting for his response, waiting to see if Peter would reveal the depth of his vulnerability, the most sacred and coveted piece of him he had ever entrusted to Peter’s care.

With a half smile and a wink, Peter turned back to the gaggle of teenagers staring hopefully up at him, eyes wide and eager, fully expecting Peter to fuel the gossip circle and ready to take every word that dropped from his lips as gospel.

“Have you ever seen Interview with the Vampire?” Peter asked, grinning at the small chuckle he could hear floating from across the room, even over the sound of exaggerated gagging and riotous laughter that erupted around him. When he looked up, he met Miguel’s amused gaze, his eyes softened with gratitude and mirth, and they didn’t have to say anything. Even across the crowded room, their eyes said everything for them.

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#spiderman: across the spiderverse #non canon compliant #spiderdads #soft #so soft #fluff #mentions of angst #but only to highlight the fluff #probably out of character but I don’t care #I’m so soft for them so I’m making them soft for each other #miguel o’hara x peter b parker #peter b parker x miguel o'hara #migeul o'hara #peter b parker

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shibaraki · 4 months

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❄︎ ─ END OF YEAR REC REPORT: THE SHIP AND GEN EDITION

hi lovelies. as the year is coming to an end I wanted to work with my followers to compile a rec list of fics that have stuck with us as one massive thank you to all of the writers in our corner of tumblr/ao3. below you will find ship and gen fic from multiple different fandoms, and everything is in alphabetical order. I am grateful to all of you for the amazing work you do, and to those who participated!

fics: 37 fandoms: 9 total word count: 2.3m...

❄︎ HQ

ampersand by infantblue [ONESHOT] [37K] #: miya atsumu x hinata shoyo - post timeskip - pretend relationship - hurt/comfort - anxiety - falling in love

Atsumu confesses to Hinata on a dare and everything falls apart.

atsu101: how to fall in love with your fake boyfriend by solyn [MULTI-CHAP] [110K] #: sakusa kiyoomi x miya atsumu - university au - pretend relationship - slow burn - fluff - growing comfortable with intimacy

Atsumu needs a fake date. Sakusa needs a fake boyfriend. What could possibly go wrong?

channel: jackal by aka_aka_aka [MULTI-CHAP] [340K] #: multi - social media au - timeskip arc - humour - fluff - romance

MSBY Black Jackals' Jacksuke-kun!! ☑ @.MSBYJacksuke Jacksuke here with an announcement!! 🥁🥁🥁 We've started a YouTube channel!! Trailer's already up and on Friday next week at 8p.m. JST, we'll tell you who you'll be seeing most often (not everyone wants to be on camera after all). See you all then!! 🖤🖤 897🗨 • 16.4K⟲ • 33.3K♡

don’t talk to me or any of my fourteen children ever again by meregalaxiesandgods [MULTI-CHAP] [39K] #: gen - ukai keishin x takeda ittetsu - families of choice - hurt/comfort - team dynamics - implied child abuse - fluff - angst

Ukai Keishin was not—and had no interest in becoming—a father. He’d somehow become responsible for fourteen children regardless.

how to not fall in love with your flatmates twin by ionica01 [MULTI-CHAP] [46K] #: sakusa kiyoomi x miya atsumu - university student sakusa - pro volleyball player atsumu - coming of age - fluff - falling in love - canon compliant

Kiyoomi and Osamu are flatmates, the student life is not rose-colored, and Atsumu shows up at the most unexpected times in the most expected places. Kiyoomi is... dealing with it.

getting it right by akaashism [MULTI-CHAP] [46K] #: kageyama tobio x hinata shoyo - best friends to lovers - pretend relationship - mutual pining - idiots in love - light angst - eventual sexual content

“I just—” he swallowed, bracing himself. “I need you to pretend to be my partner for a few days.” Hinata’s eyes grew wide and something like hurt flashed over his face. “Pretend? I thought we were partners! At least on the National Team. Aren’t we?” Tobio restrained the urge to smack him upside the head. “Not like that, idiot! I mean, partner in life! Like a boyfriend!” Hinata’s mouth snapped shut.

new horizons by popplino [ONESHOT] [10K] #: iwaizumi hajime x oikawa tooru - growing up together - animal crossing - friends to lovers - mutual pining - hurt/comfort - fluff

Oikawa always figured he'd end up falling in love with Iwaizumi, but he didn't expect for it to happen through a video game. Or: Iwaizumi, Oikawa, and the Animal Crossing franchise, through the years.

never stood a chance by litalana [ONESHOT] [9K] #: kuroo tetsuro x kozume kenma - fluff - jealousy - feelings realisation - coming out - love confessions - getting together

When the entirety of Nekoma finds out Kenma is gay (which was never meant to be a secret), Kenma becomes the focus of many of his male classmates. He could really live without all these love confessions though. So could Kuroo, for that matter.

no thoughts required by tawaki [ONESHOT] [9K] #: miya atsumu x hinata shoyo - friends with benefits - sexual content - heavy pining - introspection

It's the same shit, just on a different day: Atsumu is sleeping with Hinata. Atsumu wants to do more than sleep with Hinata. And Atsumu is—regrettably, completely, pathetically—whipped.

other boys in other ports by buttonstuck [MULTI-CHAP] [26K] #: sakusa kiyoomi x miya atsumu - science fantasy au - space sailor miya atsumu - bartender sakusa kiyoomi - fluff - sexual content

It’s stupid, waiting a year and a half for three meager days. Three days is all Kiyoomi gets, because he’s in love with a sailor who only makes port every few months. A sailor who has other lovers in other ports across the galaxy. But Kiyoomi can be happy being a warm bed, if it means he gets those three days every few months with Miya Atsumu.

that should be me by dillpicklechipsenthusiast [ONESHOT] [10K] #: iwaizumi hajime x oikawa tooru - love confessions - fluff - crack treated seriously - pining - first loves

After a disastrous night, Iwaizumi only has one solution for dealing with his drunken confession to his best friend: enlisting an unlikely group of friends to help him run away.

vren by icandigelvis [MULTI-CHAP] [100K] #: kageyama tobio x hinata shoyo - mythical beings and creatures au - historical fantasy - slow burn - fluff and angst - protectiveness - creature kageyama tobio

It was the boots that caught Shoyo's attention. They looked new and expensive sticking up from the tall grass, visible from the small trail he was walking on. He cautiously trudged closer, almost against his will. What Shoyo didn't notice, however, was the creature watching him; blue eyes following the oblivious human.

❄︎ BNHA

accidental (problem) child acquisition by shadecrawler [SERIES] [209K] #: gen - canon divergence - foster parenting - social services - child neglect - emotional hurt/comfort

After Aizawa Shouta's famous Quirk Assessment Test where he chews out his newest Problem Child for lack of Quirk Control and tells him blatantly that he can't become a Hero, he finds out two things. That Midoriya Izuku's Quirk came in on the date of Yuuei's Entrance Exam and that he is now in need of a foster parent. And it just so happens that Aizawa Shouta is in the best situation to raise a kid with such a self-destructive Quirk.

as small as an elephant by feelingstabby [MULTI-CHAP] [43K] #: gen - quirk accidents - animal transformation - fluff - angst - platonic cuddling - parental aizawa shouta - hurt/comfort - trauma

The one where Izuku and his sensei are turned into cats and have to learn to trust each other while struggling to find their way back home.

cardiac arrest by amournfulhowlinthenight [MULTI-CHAP] [190K] #: gen - psychological thriller - canon typical violence - kidnapping - character studies - character death - metafiction - revivals

All of the dead at Kamino Ward had been accounted for, sans one. One body had been pulled from the rubble, lifeless and limp, and taken away.

candy canes and christmas crackers by bigdorkenergy [MULTI-CHAP] [103K] #: bakugo katsuki x todoroki shouto - fake dating - christmas - fluff - romantic comedy - mutual pining

“So….your huge family somehow all think that you have a long term boyfriend and are insisting that you bring him to your week long Christmas family reunion?” Despite his efforts the end of his question raised in pitch as Kirishma swallowed down a giggle.“How does that even happen?” Kaminari added popping some of the hashbrowns Bakugou made into his mouth. OR Your classic holiday romcom where Bakugou needs a fake boyfriend to bring home for Christmas and Todoroki is willing to take that bullet

conversations with a cryptid by amournfulhowlinthenight [SERIES] [187K] #: gen - canon divergence - metafiction - midoriya izuku centric

The man was over a century old. There had to be more to it. In hindsight, it hadn’t been one of Izuku’s better ideas.

ground walker by kinguo [TWOSHOT] [42K] #: bakugo katsuki x todoroki shouto - slow burn - canon compliant - pining - fluff - angst

Tired of the way Bakugou Katsuki is treated unfairly, Todoroki takes matters into his own hands (though with careful scrutiny) to solve what he thinks is an issue. He doesn't expect to see new sides of one Bakugou Katsuki though, and he doesn't expect to become maybe a little more curious than he previously let on.

he calls you kacchan by bdugo [MULTI-CHAP] [50K] #: bakugo katsuki x midoriya izuku - introspection - friendship - pining midoriya izuku - oblivious bakugo katsuki - fluff - physical affection

After Katsuki apologized to Deku, they hadn't really gotten the chance to just exist with each other without some sort of life-threatening, world-saving shit going on. So Katsuki is picking up where he left off by extending his hand to Deku in an offer to rekindle their friendship, if that’s what Deku wants. Of course, Deku very much wants that, but the degree which Deku wants Katsuki in his life comes as a bigger surprise to Katsuki than anyone thought it would.

(phone) call for help by rejectscanon [MULTI-CHAP: ONGOING] [96K] #: gen - todoroki family centric - canon divergence - child abuse - angst - hurt/comfort - escaping abuse - sibling relationships

Touya wants nothing more than to get him and his siblings out of their house and away from their father. To do this, he makes a last-ditch attempt and calls into Present Mic's radio station.

message delivered by dekusneakers [MULTI-CHAP] [20K] #: bakugo katsuki x midoriya izuku - manga spoilers - pining - hurt/comfort - texting

Kacchan: i miss you [2:03am] Kacchan: that was a typo [8:16am] Kacchan: go fuck yourself [8:17am] In which Katsuki grieves in the only way he knows how. With rage and double texting.

🔒 my (favourite) person by deviance [ONESHOT] [6K] #: bakugo katsuki x kirishima eijirou - established queerplatonic relationship - mild aphobic behaviour - asexual bakugo katsuki - hurt/comfort - alcohol consumption

Kirishima squeezed his hand, leaning into Bakugou’s other hand in his hair. “Have I told you lately that you’re my Favorite Person?” Bakugou huffed a quiet laugh, nose scrunching a little like it did when he was hiding embarrassment. “Only every day, hair for brains.”

no, I’m not afraid of hard work by froggenbie [ONESHOT] [12K] #: bakugo katuski x midoriya izuku - manga spoilers - friends to lovers - PTSD - fluff - shared trauma - literal sleeping together - hurt/comfort - getting together

Around the anniversary of the war’s end—of Izuku’s vigilante phase, of All For One’s return, of Katsuki’s death—Izuku gets clingy. Katsuki deals.

reconcile by whatagoodegg [MULTICHAP] [150K] #: gen - canon typical violence - imprisonment - slow build - hurt/comfort - platonic intimacy - forced proximity - angst with a happy ending

Midoriya and Shigaraki get hit with a Quirk that basically locks the both of them in an indestructible box and makes them unable to physically harm each other. The only way for them to get out? They have to reconcile their differences. Obviously, this is easier said than done.

❄︎ JJK

at the end of the world by freckledgeto [ONESHOT] [20K] #: itadori yuuji x fushiguro megumi - post-canon divergent - road trips - emotional hurt/comfort - yearning

Megumi does this routine everyday without difficulty. But he’s already awake when his alarm goes off today, like he was the day before and the day before that one— so he reaches over and turns it off and doesn’t move from his bed for another ten minutes, staring at his blank wall instead. Because it’s the beginning of February, and Itadori Yuuji only has one more of Ryomen Sukuna’s fingers to ingest before he’s set to be executed in the morning.

eternity enshrined by apartment [MULTI-CHAP] [134K] #: ryomen sukuna x fushiguro megumi - canon typical violence - time travel - dubious consent - sexual content

Transported back in time, Megumi must rely on the only familiar face in Heian Japan. Ryoumen Sukuna, a curse to some and deity to others, decides to keep him.

hey son, I killed your daddy by missingnooo [ONESHOT] [5K] #: gen - parental gojo satoru - character study - canon compliant - hurt/comfort

Gojo admits something.

heart on my sleeve by katarasvevo [ONESHOT] [2K] #: itadori yuuji x fushiguro megumi - yearning - injury - intimacy - friends to lovers

Megumi’s throat unsticks. “You can’t—you can’t just say things like that,” he murmurs, quickly averting his gaze. “And I thought you liked girls who look like Jennifer Lawrence.” Itadori gives him an odd look. “Yeah. Girls.” He smiles sheepishly, running a hand through his hair. “Never said anything about the guys, though.”

moth light by chuuyasoup [ONESHOT] [1.3K] #: gen - sneaking out - fluff - friendship

Shoko stops in front of the sports drinks, gazing at the wide selection. “What’s so interesting?” They look up, twin grins in place. Shoko squints, then dismisses the possibility that they’re making fun of her. An inside joke, more likely. “The sugar content,” Gojo says, waving a can of sweetened coffee. He snickers. “Yeah, the sugar content,” Geto parrots, and then they both burst out laughing.

❄︎ MP100

out of body by bobmoss [MULTI-CHAP] [50K] #: reigen arataka x serizawa katsuya - slow burn - case fic - mental health issues - hurt/comfort - recovery

Serizawa's recovery seems to be going so well, but then he suddenly develops a habit of accidental out of body experiences during panic attacks.

❄︎ BALDUR'S GATE

all our missing parts by viraaja [MULTI-CHAP: ONGOING] [30K] #: halsin x astarion - smut - touchstarved - ritual sex

Halsin discovers Astarion was turned before his maturity and all the sacred elven rites that come along with it. Including the sex one.

friday nights by sadinasaphrite [MULTI-CHAP] [28K] #: gale x astarion - university au - modern with magic - getting together - blood and violence

Professor Gale Dakarios loses his research, his magic, and his lover Mystra all at once and only has himself to blame. When he goes to drown his sorrows, he meets a pale stranger with mysteries of his own.

❄︎ GOOD OMENS

flowers from hell by entanglednow [MULTI-CHAP] [40K] #: aziraphale x crowley - slow burn - idiots in love - pining - romantic gestures - sentient plants - family bonding

In which Aziraphale makes more of an effort to be involved with Crowley's interests and hobbies.

❄︎ MARVEL UNIVERSE

"the more you say the less i know (wherever you stray, i follow)" by notcaycepollard [ONESHOT] [22K] #: bucky barnes x sam wilson - mature - canon typical violence

It starts in the desert.

my big fat wolf wedding by aggressivewhenstartled, galwednesday, quietnight, silentwalrus, skellerbvvt [ONESHOT] [12K] #: bucky barnes x steve rogers - supernatural elements - wolves and vampires - fluff - accidental marriage

“I can’t just promise him a ring, take him home, drink from him three times in a row and then wake him up the next morning to say oops, just kidding!” Steve casts around, looking at his wreck of an apartment. “I don’t even have any good champagne!”

❄︎ PERSONA 5

the definition of insanity... by twilight_starr [MULTI-CHAP] [183K] #: akechi goro x kurusu akira - time loop - canon divergence - hurt/comfort - suicidal thoughts

...is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. They're disjointed. Confused. And Akechi isn't giving him anything to work with.

❄︎ FINAL FANTASY

the strength of a thousand by toastedcatbrea [MULTI-CHAP] [147K] #: sephiroth x cloud strife - time travel fix-it - romance - comedy - everybody lives

Cloud Strife was older than most of the typical cadets, but his blue eyes burned with the strength of a thousand men. The Firsts (and Zack) find out exactly how strong he really was.

#fic rec #bnha fic #jjk fic #hq fic #m.navi #fic

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girlactionfigure · 5 months

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ISRAEL REALTIME — "Connecting the World to Israel in Realtime"

November 29 - CEASEFIRE UPDATE:

◼️IDF confirms Hamas handed over the 14 hostages - 10 Israelis and four Thai nationals - to the Red Cross in the Gaza Strip. This is in addition to the two Russian-Israeli hostages released earlier, who are in Israeli territory.

The 12 Israeli hostages released from Hamas captivity tonight: Raz Ben Ami, Yarden Roman, Liat Atzili, Moran Stela Yanai, Liam Or, Itay Regev, Ofir Engel, Amit Shani, Gali Tarshansky, Raaya Rotem, Yelena Trupanob, and her mother Irena Tati.

◼️Channel 12: Thai abductees told the security officials in Israel during the investigation - "The Israelis were treated more harshly, they were sometimes beaten with electric cables. We ate pita for a day and divided a can of tuna between four people."

◼️The IDF says it has notified the Bibas family of a Hamas statement regarding the wellbeing of three of the family members who are being held hostage by Hamas.

"The Hamas terror organization continues to act in a cruel and inhumane manner," the IDF says, adding that it is investigating the veracity of the information published by Hamas.

◼️IDF Spokesman Rear Adm. Daniel Hagari says troops killed three Palestinian gunmen in the Gaza Strip today, who had violated the ceasefire, and were a threat to the forces.

◼️IDF Chief of Staff Lt. Gen. Herzi Halevi approves battle plans for after the ceasefire during a meeting at the Southern Command HQ in Beersheba today.

"We know what needs to be done, and are ready for the next stage," Halevi says in remarks provided by the IDF.

#Israel #October 7 #Hamas Massacre #Hostage Release #Real Time Updates

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svfttachi · 11 months

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when they come across a cat - hq boys

wc ━ 636

type ━ k. tetsurou x gn!reader, b. koutarou x gn!reader, k. kenma x gn!reader, o. tooru x gn!reader (separate)

tw ━ n/a

✎ i love my cat, and when i was watching him look out the window, i came up with this set of scenarios for our haikyuu boys. dw, i am still working on finishing the rest of the requests so i can open the ask box again. lmk if you want to see more though, and i hope you enjoy!

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➽ KUROO easily attracts cats anytime he walks or goes for jogs around the neighborhood. As a result, he carries treats in his pocket to feed the hungry felines. However, when he reached the front door of your shared home, Kuroo noticed a small, black kitten with bright, yellow eyes walking up to the porch ahead of him.

He couldn’t resist, so he picked up the cat and entered the house. When you looked up from the TV in your living room, you spotted your partner carefully walking up to you, and instantly, your eyes widened. Needless to say, the two of you kept the cat that oddly looked similar to a certain rooster-haired former middle blocker.

➽ BOKUTO would be the quietest he has ever been as he’s entering your shared home. You’re usually cooking dinner in the kitchen for when Bokuto comes back from his volleyball practice and are used to the boisterous sound of your partner entering the house.

However, when you heard the front door open and close with not even a single shout towards you, you turned curiously in that direction. Bokuto quietly greeted you as he entered the kitchen, carefully holding onto a tiny, tabby kitten. When you questioned your partner about the origins of the kitten, he told the story about how he found the kitten cuddling with his fresh, warm clothes in his gym bag. You looked down at the cat, and the multi-colored haired kitten stared at you with big, round, blue eyes. Just as you were about to make your decision, you looked up to find a matching set of eyes peering over at you. It’s very hard to say no to two pairs of cutesy eyes.

➽ KENMA was streaming when he spotted a feline from the corner of his brownish eyes. His window was open to allow some of the cold, night air in as he was streaming since it was hot in his office. Kenma had never expected to see a cat try to squeeze itself through the small opening between the window and the windowsill. He had to ask chat whether he should bring the cat inside, and a string of positive replies rolled down one of his monitors.

So, he proceeded to take his headset off and bring the cat inside of the office, showcasing it to the camera that was set up above his monitor. And, just like that, Kenma continued playing his game on stream with the kitten now comfortably sleeping in his lap. When his stream was over and you had come into his office, you were shocked to see a new member in the room. There were no words exchanged between you nor Kenma about the mutual agreement to keep the cat.

➽ OIKAWA had just escaped from the paparazzi and his screaming fans after he had won another game. It was a tradition for him to go to some restaurant near the arena he just played in to get some takeout for you and him to have dinner at home with. When he was coming out from the restaurant with the bagged food in his hand, Oikawa heard something messing around with objects in the alleyway next to the restaurant.

Curious, he walked into the alleyway, and immediately, his eyes landed on a tiny, tuxedo patterned kitten nibbling on a piece of raw, skinless fish. Oikawa carefully approached the little guy and began to untie the bag to feed him little pieces of the food he had ordered. The kitten would not stop rubbing against Oikawa’s feet and legs, so like many people, his hand reached down to pick up the cat. Needless to say, the conversation he had with you upon arriving home with a kitten was an interesting one, and thankfully, you were on board with keeping him.

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greenhorn-art · 8 months

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Castles in the Sky by Shadaras @shadaras

Fandom: 全职高手 | The King's Avatar

Rating: General Audiences

Category: Gen

Relationships: Chu Yunxiu/Ye Xiu

Words: 36 613

Here are two truths and a lie: Chu Yunxiu is Misty Rain’s captain. Chu Yunxiu is dating Ye Qiu. Chu Yunxiu is happy to have the Shu twins on her team. Of course, a lie can become true if you believe in it enough… (A Chu Yunxiu character study.)

About the book:

FONTS: Alegreya [Google Fonts], Raleway [Google Fonts], Catchy Mager [purchased from MyFonts], Segoe UI Emoji

IMAGES: Clouds from Rawpixel (ID: 9581058); Misty Rain logo from The King's Avatar Wiki (stretched slightly horizontally and traced)

MATERIALS: Domtar Earthchoice multipurpose copy paper, cream, 11"x17" cut in half to form short-grained letter size paper; Recollections' Gilded Ink paper pad; Cialux bookcloth, black; heat transfer foil, gold; 2mm binder board; waxed linen thread, 30/3 size; wheat paste (this time I used 1:4 flour to water ratio, and heated until conditioner-like consistency. An improvement over last attempt.)

PROGRAMS USED: typeset in LibreOffice Writer; title page mocked-up in Procreate then designed in GIMP; imposed with Renegade's Community Imposer.

I spied this fic towards the top of the kudos and kept it in the back of my mind while trawling for more HanYe fics. Thought, well it's gotta be there for a reason so should be good! ooh look aroace queerplatonic relationship 👀👀 Definitely bumping up to top of Read Next!

The amazing thing I've found about The King's Avatar is that the CP possibilities are endless! The characters are both friends and rivals, there's respect and history and it all mixes and clashes creating more possibilities and chemistries than I've ever seen in a fandom before. The fact that AllYe is so popular (and not just in an NSFW way) is testament to it, and also, in part, what drew me to this fic. Asexual representation is scant, aromantic even more so — especially in fandom (in my experience of it at least).

If I were to add a tag to describe Castles in the Sky it would be 'heartwarming'. Shadaras' writing and characterization is wonderful, and I really enjoyed the both the story and the aroace representation. They took a character with relatively little content (in comparison to others in fandom. I have not read the source material) and gave her a voice, dreams, and made me really care about her. I was touched, and after finishing it I jumped to my laptop and set about turning it into a physical book.

So, onto the details.

The thing that stuck out and stayed with me the most about the story was the aroace aspect (Shadaras fed my smol aroace heart so well), so that's what I focused on design-wise.

The title page features a large black ring, referencing the black ring worn usually on the middle finger of the right hand as a symbol of asexuality. The colours of the asexual pride flag are also represented: the text is purple; the clouds colour the page in shades of white and grey; and the ring is black. For the endpapers/cover backing I chose paper that mixes green, purple, and blue: green for the aromantic pride flag; purple for the ace. I also found the green-blue mix of colours to be rather fitting, inspired by the description of Misty Rain's HQ with the "cool blues and greens of Misty Rain's walls" (chapter 5: Transformations). While I personally find CYX's relationship with YX significant, her relationship with her team is just as important.

When choosing which cover each endpaper goes on, I thought about how the story begins with CYX and YX's relationship, and about how after it's established we see her team and it's future at the forefront of her mind. Following that line of thought I put the paper with more purple on the front cover (purple for aroace CYX), and the more green-blue paper on the back (Misty Rain's colours).

The process of foiling the cover took me 3 hours (the length of the movie RRR — good movie actually, would recommend. Which is surprising because I usually find Oscar movies rather boring). The foiling was done with a heat pen. Three hours is not the norm: first, I had the foil backwards and foiled my template instead of the cover; then, my power banks kept dying, so I had to take charging breaks, and I also went over everything again just to make sure that I didn't miss a spot; and of course I was also watching a movie while working, so that ate up some time too.

I had initially planned to bind it as a casebound book, but I didn't have enough time to do it (I was about to go on vacation and wanted to read the book in my downtime). Instead, I did a Coptic binding. The covers were pulled from the press and foiled leaving me 5 hours of sleep to spare.

I went simple on the outer covers to contrast the fun paper on the inside of the covers. I used black Cialux bookcloth instead of my green-blue 'petrol' Iris bookcloth for the contrast, and because it picks up the black from the title page. The text foiled onto the cover is a simple sans serif (Raleway, the same as used inside), and the image is Misty Rain's logo from the donghua. (Image came from The King's Avatar Wiki. It was stretched slightly horizontally because it seemed a bit squished compared to other versions seen on Google, and then traced). Using the colourful paper inside was a practical choice: I couldn't get two covers out of one sheet of paper, but one sheet would do the inner covers with some material leftover.

The sewing and construction of the book was done while camping — I'd packed up what I needed and brought it with me: the signatures (folded and punched); the finished covers; thread; a needle; and an awl. As for the actual sewing, it's supposed to be Coptic but don't look too closely. This was the second time I've tried Coptic stitching and I didn't have any instructions with me. (My first Coptic binding was a thin 2-signature notebook I did a few weeks ago. It was for taking notes at the event I was at, Pennsic War 50).

Book is primarily set in Alegreya. It's currently my favourite body font, and has a matching sans serif family. The fonts used in the title page are Raleway and Catchy Mager. Raleway is also used for titles, headings, etc. Segoe UI Emoji was used for any emojis that cropped up throughout the text (Pretty sure they're the same emojis as seen while reading on my phone and laptop). Catchy Mager was purchased from MyFont. (The first and only font I have ever bought, but I saw it used in a fic's title art and fell in love.)

Lastly, onto The Comedy of Errors, or: When-You-Finally-See-All-the-Typos-and-Mistakes-Once-You're-Done-and-Can-Only-Laugh-While-You-Cry-Inside.

Appendix's footer says 'Epilogue', so I must have missed something with the paragraph style for the Appendix heading.

Forgot about using Segoe UI Emoji font and did not include it in the About the Book.

Missed fixing the archive info for gnomen in the Author's Notes — the copy/paste of metadata into Notebook to remove formatting also removed the commas and spaces between tags.

Because I hadn't planned cover materials/design before printing, there isn't a section for that in the About the Book. Also the reason why the artwork on the cover is not credited in it, as I had not planned to use it.

#bookbinding #fanbinding #Castles in the Sky #Shadaras #qzgs #tka #the king's avatar #hopefully the video works.#first my computer cant view videos taken on my phone. then adding the video to the post from my phone removed allll the text in the post #and it's quality also went down :/#almost feels like just trying to POST this should be on my Comedy of Errors section lol #ALSO #so much rambling in this post because i had more downtime than planned and i reread it all and highlighted stuff and was FULL OF FEELS #sidenote: it was a bit windy out when i filmed that so its nice that the pages weren't flipping in the wind! (that wasn't the 1st take lmao

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brisquad-unit-4402 · 2 months

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hello i’ve got some thoughts and updates for this blog.

i’ve been on a bit of burnout for a while, including life outside of writing. naturally the termination has sped up that burnout. i’m exhausted and struggling to be graceful about it, but that’s to be expected. i’m not one to sit on my feelings even though i’ve lacked the energy to write. which really bites because that’s my number-one passion really.

however i’ve taken some time to relax by diverting my attention away from social media and niji streams. i’ve relearned an old hobby and splurged a little too much on a new one, and i kind of can’t believe how much i missed drawing on real paper with a real pen and pencil. and thank god the love and deepspace sponsorship wrapped up before the termination, because that game has me in not just a chokehold but like one of those umbilical cords from astral projection. the silver cord? that

i’ve been watching other vtubers lately as well. i’ve always considered adding holostars en to my list but hesitated because everything else on my blog was niji-related.

consider this confirmation that i will be adding holostars’ tempus hq, vanguard and armis, and first stage productions’ avallum to my list of characters i will write for. i admit i’m not as familiar with armis, but i’ll be paying closer attention in the near future as i branch out from strictly watching niji only.

(might also be adding idol corp’s e-sekai? maybe? i watch them once every few months and i haven’t seen pochi or yuko stream since they debuted 💀 no clue on their gen 2 either)

i’ll be overhauling my masterpost for organization soon. so apologies for the horrors about to come… to be clear i will not delete any of my writing so don’t worry!

i’m unsure how much niji i’ll write in the future. give me some time to think as the situation hopefully cools down. i appreciate your patience.

and who knows maybe i’ll write for non-vtuber fandoms too

i think it’s about time i clean my inbox out soon too. i‘ll answer what asks i can and delete the remaining ones. i’ve had a few requests sitting in my inbox for nearly a year now and i’ve recently realized how stressed i was over them and learned about some boundaries i didn’t know i had beforehand, among other things, so so it’s about time i face them head-on. i apologize if i never got to your request! please don’t take it personally if i don’t answer your request. but above all else thank you for being patient, understanding, and kind enough to send in a request. even though i tend to bite off more than i can chew i always get so happy whenever i see a notif in my inbox and i appreciate your time for a little unit 4402.

even though i’m not watching niji streams atm i’m hesitant to stop writing for them because, like, i keep thinking of this clip of doppio saying he feels like he’s allowed to buy healthy/organic food because of fan support and donations, and among other reasons... it’s very easy to make conclusions on people you only know through a screen and i just can’t bring myself to cut them out so abruptly, even if i’m a fan creator on a site none of them use.

idk when i’ll post next and it feels nice to say that. i usually try to post once every 2 weeks, but considering how i’m trying not to think about niji right now and am instead embracing other parts of my life, i dunno. it’s nice. this blog is a major source of joy for me and it feels like i’m preserving what makes it so special for me instead of turning it into a chore. hopefully with time and rest i’ll have a clearer idea of where to go from here.

that’s pretty much everything on my mind, i think? thank you for bearing with me and my yapping. i hope to return soon and that the next time you see me, my blog will be cleaner, more expansive, and with a fresh mindset. take care of yourselves and don’t get immersed in toxicity. don’t forget to do what you love 💛

#unit 4402 reporting #this post was drafted at 3:30 am so hopefully i covered everything

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getvalentined · 6 months

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Call for Seph/Gen fanfic recs 🍎🐍

For reasons I will disclose in the next week or two, I'm trying to assemble a reclist of Sephesis fanfiction. Strictly Sephesis—not AGS, not AZSGC, not Sephesis plus one or both of them boning someone else on the side, not Sephesis plus one or both of them in a complicationship with someone else, I'm talking monogamous Sephiroth/Genesis. (The name order here isn't relevant, as a note; I don't care who tops.)

Other pairings can be included (ie: Sephesis AND Zakkura), and both characters can have been in relationships with other people in the past (ie: Sephesis with past Gengeal) but the core ship must exclusively feature Sephiroth and Genesis.

Any rating, AUs are fine, crackfic and crossovers are not. I'm looking for what we in Ye Olde Fandom Dayes would call goodfic, with solid characterization (which doesn't reduce Genesis to a dramatic gay caricature and doesn't portray Sephiroth as a hyperconfident sex god), a decent grasp of the setting (which doesn't portray Shinra HQ like some kind of military high school), and generally decent writing in general. I would also prefer fic where one of the characters isn't randomly written as a cis woman in order to make the pairing heterosexual, which happens way more often than I'd ever assumed.

The list so far (most of these are rated Explicit so be warned):

Cheddar Pink by koakuma_tsuri

Torn Asunder by koakuma_tsuri

Taking Time by mystiri1

Referee by mystiri1

Especially Now by NightOfTeeth

In the Pursuit of You by NightOfTeeth

shoot out that beating heart by takenbynumbers

formula for ruin by takenbynumbers

A HAIRY DILEMMA by Tozette

There are a couple longfics that are tagged strictly with Sephesis, but as I haven't read them myself (yet) they're not on the list.

The main problem I'm running into isn't a lack of good writing or good characterization, mind you, but rather that around 98% of the Sephiroth/Genesis tag on AO3 is actually AGS or AZSGC. Even the work tagged as strictly Sephiroth/Genesis is actually AGS the vast majority of the time.

Finished work would be preferred, but if it's being actively updated and has already gotten to the point where the ship is obviously present, that's also fine. I will be including a shameless plug to Smoke and Mirrors in the final list, so don't be afraid to rec your own work if you have something of which you're particularly proud!

You can respond in reblogs or drop me an ask, although anonymous asks are disabled.

#sephiroth #genesis rhapsodos #sephesis #sephgen #genseph #final fantasy 7 #FF7 #crisis core #crisis core reunion #CCFF7R #fic rec #fic request #fanfiction #ff7 fanfic

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simmie-stories · 9 days

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Gen 3. Aurora #6 Struggling Sages

Briar Rose's toddler days felt very long.

There was always someone keeping an eye on her, but soon they all needed to get out of the cottage.

@tianasimstreehouse occult recipe book

They headed to the surrounding forest to do the most random things (these mid-life crises are so out of place, so irritating.). Briar Rose would get exhausted waiting.

While Briar Rose napped, Morgyn took the opportunity to hone his magic skills lest he forget them.

"Watch it, Morgyn! What if Briar Rose sees you??"

At this point L. did the most childcare, as the other two focused on their random desires for adventure...

But sometimes, L. needed a break too.

After she read Briar Rose to sleep, L. had an itch to scratch.

But why does it take so long to clog a drain...Lord Stapleton came by to tell L. this was inappropriate, but she just ignored him. 😂 She also snuck into Gabi's castle and Magic Realm HQ to clog their drains.

At last, L. completed her (game-given) Aspiration, Chief of Mischief.

The great thing about these legacy challenges with occults and storylines is that I explore gameplay I've never tried all this time. This is the first time I've ever finished Chief of Mischief.

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#giprincesschallenge #sims 4 #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #disney princess challenge #disney princess legacy #gen 3 aurora #aurora #briar rose #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #ts4 #the sims 4

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octomelodytunes · 2 months

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this is a remake:DD

(forgot to introduce them so here;

blonde girl: harley humdinger, mayor humdingers grand niece

black haired guy: prince zephyr the sorcerer, zeta and samira’s son

blonde fairy guy: sugaro marmalady, ms marmalady’s [somehow???] grand nephew

fox girl: eris fox, swipers niece

girl with a bun and purple headband: tamara troublemaker, [adopted] daughter of big trouble

girl with her hair down and an orange headband: tia troublemaker, daughter of little trouble [and tamara’s cousin]

grey hair girl with headphones: delta, crushers daughter)

#nick jr #nick jr villains hq‼️‼️#next gen #PLS DONT FLOP PLS DONT FLOP #oc content #eugh so cringe #sorta related tags??:#paw patrol #shimmer and shine #butterbeans cafe #dora the explorer #team umizoomi #batmm

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hvstias · 2 years

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random valorant headcanons part i because.. i'm bored

part ii

yoru starts weird discourses for fun when he's bored and it usually leads to chaos

astra knits w omen, it kinda relaxes her.

fade can't drive to save her life

viper has a terrible sweet tooth and omen drops lil midnight snacks in her lab sometimes because our girl is too busy to eat

fade sneaks stray cats into hq and omen helps her w them

chamber stashes expensive liquor in his room

viper loves those “good for her” themed slasher movies

kay/o sleeps (charges?? idk) like a fucking Xiaomi vacuum cleaner

breach didn't get along w fade at first but now they're that chaotic duo

reyna is ABSOLUTELY lethal w la chancla when she's angry (she has like 6 kills and 3 of them is just phoenix lmao chamber is also a victim)

brimstone uses gen z humor incorrectly just to annoy killjoy

raze set the kitchen on fire several times and she is banned from kitchen by sage

phoenix talks in his sleep

fade is a pretty great henna tattoo artist and she even manages to get some on other agents

omen and fade are besties, cypher is their emotional support friend

fade's not a fan of small spaces, locked doors, or crowds. crowds can be especially overwhelming as she constantly feels other ppl's fears

skye takes loong morning walks at 4 am like a maniac person

sova is the victim of every prank (mostly caused by raze)

breach has a cabinet full of hair products, it's not easy to have a glamorous hair like his

sage does yoga in her free time, it relaxes her

no one understands sova when he's sleepy because of his heavy russian accent (some of them finds it hot, guess who *wink wink*)

neon can't sleep when there's a storm (bc y'know.. electric powers) and jett stays w her on those nights

viper, fade and cypher can survive on caffeine alone for DAYS but no one knows how (viper's expensive cat shit coffee, fade's turkish coffee, aand cypher's famous arabic tea)

viper definitely had that emo phase in her younger years. she listens mcr ffs y'all can't change my mind

killjoy stole cypher's tea once, she was running out of coffee and she wanted to try the next best thing and it was delicious now other agents also steal poor man's tea lmao

#valorant headcanons #amber shitposts #brimstone #sage #viper #omen #astra #sova #yoru #skye #jett #neon #chamber #phoenix #reyna #fade #cypher #breach #kay/o #killjoy #raze

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alchemax-genetics-division · 10 months

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The Parenting Habits of one Miguel O'Hara

Continuation of Sleeping Habits || Peter B Parker x Miguel O'Hara || Gen

This is for my beloved wife @virgo-dream, who begged me to write Daddy!Miguel (no, not like that, get your mind out of the gutter). Beloved, I hope you enjoy this when you wake up (and if I don't get the chance to tell you before you read this, I hope you had a wonderful night's sleep)! I love you, my dear, and I hope this lives up to your expectations! For everyone else, I also hope you enjoy this continuation!

Peter had, perhaps innocently, perhaps idiotically, assumed that he had learned everything there was to learn about Miguel O'Hara. It had been months since he had unearthed (and kept) the secret of his sleeping habits, animalistic and clingy as they were, and they had fallen into somewhat of a routine since then. More often than not, Peter would crash at HQ, falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, only woken by the cries of his daughter or his boyfriend falling into bed on top of him. The latter was far more easily rectified than the former; indeed, the latter required no rectification at all, simply a pair of arms to wrap Miguel in and the work of a moment to slip back into unconsciousness.

Mayday's midnight screaming, however, was more difficult to deal with. MJ had always been better at quieting their daughter back down; it was almost magic the way she could weave a calming story within moments, leaving a soundly-sleeping Mayday in her crib mere minutes later. Peter had never had such luck. He tried singing (badly, which seemed to do more harm than good), reading stories (including the voices, which delighted Mayday, but didn't exactly put her in a sleeping mood), and pacing the tiny length of his living quarters, rocking her futilely (which only served to make her cry harder). It had gotten to the point where, on nights when May was taking up residence in the crib that had been installed in Peter's HQ quarters specifically for her, Peter expected to be woken up by her plaintive cries at least once, sometimes more.

Which was why confusion and panic descended, one after the other in lightning-fast succession, when he woke up one night to complete silence.

At first, his sleep-starved brain struggled to find a reason for his sudden bout of wakefulness. The apartment was still dark, the only light coming from a small nightlight next to Mayday's crib. A quick sweep of the room revealed nothing amiss; his and Miguel's spider-suits slung over the back of the single chair, right where they had left them; the door's deadbolt still locked in place, a lock that had no doubt been picked by Miguel when he had joined Peter and Mayday in their tiny sanctuary hours ago.

Miguel.

Miguel was missing.

As soon as he noticed it, he kicked himself for not noticing sooner. Miguel was conspicuously absent and Peter suddenly felt chillingly bereft. Adrenaline flooded his veins and he threw off his blanket, still warm from the radiator he called his boyfriend, and sprung out of bed. His racing heart was thunder in the quiet apartment, punctuated only by the rasp of his breath echoing in his own head.

"Shhh."

The hushing sound, long and low and oddly ominous, cut through the noise and Peter honed in on the dark shape looming in the corner next to Mayday's crib.

The dark shape looming in the corner holding his daughter.

The figure's legs were cast in subtle blue light courtesy of the nightlight, and Peter could make out a pair of arms cradling Mayday's tiny body. The figure was staring down at her, head tilted just so, angled so that Peter couldn't see any defining features. Immediately, his heart kicked up again, every paternal instinct woven through his very being screaming to rescue his daughter from the arms of the intruder. He took two bounding steps, web slingers at the ready to restrain the stranger in his bedroom, his muscles bunching in anticipation of a fight.

And then the stranger turned, lifting his head, and Peter found himself face to face with Miguel.

"Peter?"

"Miguel," Peter breathed, lightheaded with relief and the knowledge that he had been mere milliseconds away from attacking his own boyfriend.

"What's wrong, Peter?"

"Nothing," he said, "I just thought-"

His gaze flicked down to Mayday as she twisted in Miguel's arms, undoubtedly seeking out the same warmth that Peter himself gravitated towards and Miguel's eyes followed the movement. His nostrils flared, no doubt smelling the adrenaline and panic that was washing off of Peter in waves and realization dawned on his face, his softly glowing eyes widening in alarm at the implications.

They both opened their mouths at the same time, quick to attempt to clarify the situation.

"Mig, I'm so sorry, I didn't-"

"No, it's okay, Pete, I shouldn't have-"

Silence descended and Peter sank into the chair, exhaustion suddenly catching up to him. He relaxed infinitesimally at the warm, heavy hand that came to a rest on his shoulder. He glanced up into the soft face of his boyfriend, a love-swathed expression that always made him weak at the knees. Few had ever seen Miguel so tender, so warm, and Peter was always achingly aware of the fact that Miguel's trust wasn't easily earned.

"I'm sorry," he said, because he still felt horrible for nearly jumping his own boyfriend in an instinct-driven panic, but Miguel shook his head slightly, a lock of hair falling across his forehead at the movement.

"Peter, I was once a father too. I understand. God knows what I would've done if I had ever seen a large figure standing over Gabriella's bed in the middle of the night. Even my own brother wouldn't have survived it."

"Hey, I like your large figure," Peter protested half-heartedly, picking at the easiest thread. Miguel only snorted softly in response. By now, he was used to Peter's humor-laced avoidance.

"What happened?" Peter asked, after a beat. His pulse and breathing were slowly calming, gentled by the quiet peace that suffused through the room and Miguel's solid, pacifying presence.

"She started to fuss, a couple of hours after I got here," Miguel said softly. "I didn't want her to wake you up, so I got up to-"

At that moment, Mayday wriggled in the crook of Miguel's arm, scrunched up her eyes and puffy cheeks, opened her tiny mouth, and let out a piercing wail.

"Fuck," Peter swore without heat. "I have a bottle around here somewhere-"

"She's already been fed," Miguel said. "I think she wants you."

He held her out, his massive hands cradling her body as gently as a live landmine, and Peter's heart flipped in his chest.

"No," he protested, "I've never been good at quieting her, MJ's always the one who gets her back to sleep. If you give her to me, we'll all be up for hours."

"Hours?" Miguel exclaimed. "She settled down right away earlier."

"Well, keep doing whatever you were doing, Magic Mike."

"I was just singing," he said, tucking Mayday back against his chest.

"Then she likes your singing a lot better than mine," Peter chuckled, "because my singing only makes her cry harder."

Miguel shot Peter a disbelieving look before returning his attention to the child in his arms. He dwarfed her, and the size difference between them would've been comical if not for the adoration on Miguel's face as he gazed down at her. Then, he opened his mouth, and Peter was suddenly very glad to be sitting down, because the sound that dropped from Miguel's lips would've brought him to his knees.

Miguel's singing voice was one of the most gorgeous things Peter had ever heard. It was at once so similar and yet so different from his normal speaking voice, soft and throaty, and Peter's heart spasmed in his chest, as if it were trying to escape the bone bars of his ribs, trying to get as close to the love of his life as possible. He watched as Miguel started swaying from side to side, still crooning in subdued Spanish. Mayday quieted almost immediately, which would've allowed Peter to pick out the words if he had spoken a lick of Spanish. Instead, he simply admired the way his boyfriend's lips curled around the unfamiliar syllables, the way his boyfriend's eyes softened impossibly as he gazed down at his daughter, the way his boyfriend's hand cupped Mayday's head of wild curls in his palm, as gentle as morning light.

Dos oruguitas enamoradas Pasan sus noches y madrugadas Llenas de hambre Siguen andando y navegando un mundo Que cambia y sigue cambiando Navegando un mundo Que cambia y sigue cambiando

By the end of the third stanza, Mayday had fallen back into silence and by the sixth, she had fallen back into deep sleep. Peter, too, had nodded off several times during Miguel's quiet performance and when he tapered off, letting his voice ease back to quietude, Peter blinked up at him with sleepy, half-lidded eyes. He watched Miguel place Mayday back into her crib, impossibly delicate.

"You always were," he whispered, nearly a soundless breath. Miguel set an adorable confused gaze on him, exhaustion pulling at his features. "You said you had been a father once," Peter clarified. "But you always were. And as long as you stick around, you'll always be Mayday's dad."

Miguel's face cracked open in shock, his lips parting and his eyebrows raising of their own accord. Peter wordlessly raised an arm, an invitation, or maybe a demand. Either way, he got what he wanted, because Miguel took his hand and pulled him out of the chair and towards their bed, instantaneously wrapping him in a vice grip.

"What was the song about?" Peter used precious breath to ask.

"Us," Miguel mumbled, reverently, into the crook of his neck, and the remaining air in Peter's lungs left in a whoosh. Even as Miguel relaxed against him, his breath evening into the rhythm of sleep, Peter stayed awake, his mind racing, his chest fit to burst with the love contained within the confines of his ribs.

He had, perhaps innocently, perhaps idiotically, assumed that he had learned everything there was to learn about Miguel O'Hara. But as he ran his hand along his sleeping boyfriend's spine, rucking up his shirt, making him snuggle impossibly closer, he knew that Miguel had a lifetime of surprises, and Peter would gladly spend the rest of his lifetime discovering them.

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You so much seize Deacon, I would love to see the taken of the old HQ, how he react and survive

Maybe realized even if he intend not to leek with others, he may worry for tinker tom and glory and try hard to save them (but never admit he put himself in danger for their lifesake)

And maybe a though for old Whisper (Silver/Nora take the nickname of Whisper then when deacon give her the Deliverer, it's seem to mean much)

Hope to have exprim adequately, I'm continue to trying improv my english

The Big Leagues™︎

part five : deacon (continued)

>> the big leagues™︎ is a series of origin stories that express my takes on the pasts of the companions. there is no sole survivor included in these. please do not regard these as canon, and no characters belong to me, all belong to bethesda and the writers of fallout four

!TW! mentions of blood & gore / death

Deacon had to admit, he was good at knowing things. His gut never seemed to fail him — he knew when someone was lying, he knew when things were about to turn south, he could just sense it somewhere deep inside of him.

But, that day, that horrid, dreaded day, he didn’t have a clue. And that made it all the worse.

The Switchboard had fallen straight into the hands of dozens… no, hundreds of gen-ones from the Institute. How they’d learned their location, nobody had a clue. But all that was on Deacon’s mind now was to just freaking survive.

The synths were pouring in from every entrance, pinning Deacon and the rest of the railroad in the center of the building. They’d flipped some tables to make some sort of shield against the laser guns, but it didn’t do much when they were shooting from every angle.

They’d already lost agents. Everyone in the tunnels would’ve had to have been dead in order for the synths to get that far. Beatrice, Ms. Boom, Francis, Maven, Roger, Kelly, Mr. Mathers and Nicholas — they were all on patrol in the tunnels that day, and the Institute had forced past them.

Deacon tried to shove the thoughts of them away as synths poured into the main room of the building. Desdemona was crouching next to him, behind the same metal table. It wasn’t but a few moments ago she’d tasked Tommy Whispers and Tinker Tom with wiping the terminal systems of the Railroad’s sensitive information. They’d taken off up the stairs like men on a mission, but Deacon wasn’t sure how far they’d get.

He kept his body as close to the table as he could while shooting, albeit pretty blindly, at the synths past it. Desdemona was still barking out orders he wasn’t paying any attention to. Deacon glanced around, spying Glory and Drummer Boy behind a table adjacent to theirs. A few more agents — Raven, Jonas, Penelope — were holed up behind furniture, but for the most part, the only company they had were bodies. So many bodies. The room was full of them. There had to be three times as many Railroad bodies as there were synth bodies, and the synths seemed to be an endless army. One synth went down, three showed up in its place, like an ancient Greek monster. Deacon was starting to think, maybe he was afraid of monsters.

“-Deacon!”

He whipped around toward Desdemona, who was staring at him with wide eyes. His panicked heartbeat was thudding in his ears and his adrenaline was through the roof. “Go support Tinker Tom and Whispers, now! We can hold them off here!”

He knew better than to question her. But, glancing around the room at the handful of terrified agents left, he wasn’t so sure if they could actually hold them off or not.

Without replying, he took down a few more synths. They were just metal, and wiring, and they took at least five bullets each to actually kill. And he was already running low. She wants him to what, now? He couldn’t focus.

“Deacon, go!”

He kicked himself into gear and sucked in a deep breath, sprinting from behind one cover to another. Blue lasers followed him the whole way, burning small holes in the concrete floor and leaving little puffs of smoke in their wake.

His mind was swimming, not only with the terrifying circumstances, but all the anxious thoughts that were clawing themselves up his throat. How many were dead? Would he even survive? God, this was the end of the Railroad, wasn’t it?

He scanned the synths. There weren’t any paying close attention to the stairs, but that would change as soon as he made a move for them. How was he supposed to get up a staircase without getting shot? Zigzag? Book it? Creep and hope they don’t notice? Every idea sounded bad. Probably because they were.

Pick your poison, he guessed.

Running would be fine.

There were currently six synths in the room — two on Des, two on Glory and Drummer boy, and two on the others. None on him, not anymore. The staircase on the right was darker, so he chose that one. And after a mental count of three, he sprinted.

Lasers started spraying past him as soon as he moved. He stuck close to the wall and darted up the stairs as fast as he could. But it wasn’t fast enough. A familiar searing pain shot through his left shoulder right as he made it to the top of the stairs, the power from the laser radiating through his entire body like he was being electrocuted. Everything went numb, and his legs gave out, sending him straight into the floor. His ears were ringing and his entire body was practically vibrating. He could’ve swore someone shouted his name but, then again, he couldn’t really hear.

But the lasers were still spraying. He didn’t have time to be hurt.

So he pulled himself up, numbly, and crawled through the doorway without his gun. Where was his gun? He looked back behind him and saw his pistol laying on the second step to the top. Lasers were still flying up the stairs and burning the wall behind. There was absolutely no way for him to get it back.

He stayed ducked below the windows as he closed the doors on either side of the room, barricading them with whatever he could, which wasn’t much. His shoulder felt like someone had ripped his entire arm right off, but he couldn’t act like it. He had to continue on like he wasn’t hurt, because if he slowed down, it would be harder for him to speed up again.

The sad barricade definitely wouldn’t keep the synths out if they decided to chase him, but he was out of furniture. He tried not to pay attention to the bodies that lay in the room with him, but quickly failed when one caught his eye. It was Nadine, a courier. And she had a shotgun on her.

Deacon’s head spun slightly as he pulled the sling from around her unresponsive corpse, searching her clothing for shells. He found, maybe ten, shoving them in his own pockets. She was staring up at him with a blank face and dead eyes. A blank face and dead eyes that had once been bright and full of life, sauntering into HQ with stories to tell. And now she was dead.

He suddenly felt nauseous, and he had to force whatever bile was rushing up his throat back down as he loaded the shells into the shotgun with horribly shaky hands. Every time he moved a single finger on his left hand, a terrible pain shot through his entire arm. Something inside of his shoulder was screwed.

After fumbling with the shells for a few seconds too long, and shoving his nausea away until it faded, he advanced through the double doors and into the quaint little hallways of the Switchboard. There were halls everywhere, several different directions for synths to come from. It was empty, for now, but he was at the mercy of whatever decided to pop out of the other hallways. And that made him anxious.

Get it together, Deacon, He told himself. He stepped quietly down the hallway, shotgun raised and finger hot on the trigger. There were sounds coming from the end of the hall — where he needed to go — but nothing close to him. But that didn’t mean there weren’t synths close to him. His heartbeat grew increasingly loud in his head as he inched forward, eyes bouncing from one direction to the next and repeating.

He took a left, coming across a few synth bodies. The noises got louder. He could roughly make out voices — Tom and Whispers. He sped up slightly, turning to the left and-

BAM!

Oh God, he was a goner.

Wait, no… he was the one who pulled the trigger.

The head of the synth in front of him flew off backwards, and the entire rusty machine clattered on the floor like a rag doll. He glanced down at the shotgun, cocking it again despite the pain in his left arm. Thank God his body was moving faster than his head. He forced himself to move forward, toward the double doors that led into the terminal room. They were open, and he hardly had two seconds before a pair of synths came running out when he got near, shooting wildly. He cringed as he pulled the trigger twice, recoil absolutely beating him up as he sent buckshot flying into their direction. Mercifully, both of them fell on the immediate.

He hated shotguns.

He stepped over the downed machines, peering into the room. The desks and terminals were all in place, displayed neatly around the room. Only a couple in front of him were glowing. He wasn’t paying attention to that, though — he was looking for Tom and Tommy Whispers’ bodies. He crept forward, biting at the inside of his cheek as the fear of seeing their lifeless forms sprawled across the floor ripped through him like a tidal wave. But the floor was devoid of the dead besides the synths he’d just shot.

Great, so where were they?

He carefully inched out of the room, cocking the shotgun again. His left arm was in so much pain that it was going numb. He’d have to assess the damage later — laser was always a little worse, a nasty burn and a gaping hole, but that or the blood turning his entire left sleeve red wasn’t his focus. Was he even focused? He couldn’t focus enough to decide.

Suddenly, a slam of metal on metal made him flinch. It was loud. It had echoed from down the hallway, toward where the bank vault was. Immediately after the bang, a dozen, if not more laser shots rang out in the air.

What was he doing again? Oh yeah, finding Tom and Tommy. Everything inside him told him to flee, but instead, his feet pushed forward, toward the doorway of the safe room. The door was standing wide open. It had gone silent apart from quiet mechanical whirring and infrequent synthetic voices coming from inside.

He pressed himself against the wall beside the door with a sharp breath. What good was he for Tom and Whispers if he couldn’t get in and help them?

The synths heard him.

And they all came barreling through the doorway he was standing right beside. Like clockwork, one, two, three, in just a matter of seconds, one with a shock baton and two with guns. Deacon’s brain went fuzzy as he blindly pulled the shotgun’s trigger thrice, not even moving from his position — dropping one synth and after a moment, a second. The synth with the baton was still standing, and it was swinging at him.

He panicked, throwing himself across the hallway like some kind of terrified cat. The synth missed the swing aimed at his head, and he cocked the shotgun, bringing it up and pulling the trigger, not just once, but for all five of his remaining rounds. The robot fell back against the wall and slid down into a heap on the floor, whirring fading into silence.

That’s what made him nervous — the silence. Tinker Tom was never silent.

He quietly stepped into the safe room, glancing around warily. There were a few synth bodies, but everything else seemed in place. Well, everything but the safe door, which was pulled shut, but the bright green words on the terminal showed it was unlocked. He stepped closer and — what was that noise? Was it coming from inside the safe?

He stepped forward again, cocking his empty shotgun… for what? Intimidation? Habit? He didn’t know. What he did know was that, through the safe door, he heard someone crying.

“Tom? Whispers?” His voice came out sort of hoarse, but it was enough to grab the inhabitants attention.

“…Deacon?” Tinker Tom’s voice came from inside.

“Yeah, it’s me,” He replied. He stepped back and grabbed the lip of the door, pulling it open and glancing in.

The first thing he took in were the shelves that seemed to be intact and still holding their important items. The second thing he took in, though, was Tinker Tom, on his knees, blood absolutely covering his clothes and drenching his hands like he’d dipped them in a bucket of crimson paint. Tom was staring up at him with wide eyes, tears streaming down his face faster than the Niagara Falls. And the third thing Deacon saw—

Oh God… oh God…

Deacon dropped his shotgun.

Tommy Whispers lay in front of Tom, red pooling beneath him in a puddle. He’d gone eerily still, eyes staring up at the ceiling. He wasn’t blinking, wasn’t grimacing, wasn’t breathing.

Wasn’t… wasn’t breathing.

Deacon, although he felt like he was going to scream, vomit, faint, and fall over all at once, stayed completely glued to his spot. He got so dizzy and nauseous he was sure he was swaying. Tommy Whispers was dead? He couldn’t be dead. Deacon had known Tommy Whispers for as long as he’d been in the Railroad, he couldn’t possibly be dead. But the sight in front of him told a different story.

“I’m-I’m-I’m sorry, I-I really tried to save h-him, I really t-tried… really tried to save him…” Tom’s words came out more as a desperate stutter than anything else, hardly able to push a full word out. He looked back down at the body, blood-soaked hands hovering above the corpse searching for something to do, someway to help.

Deacon swallowed down bile for the second time, blinking back burning behind his sunglasses as he mentally kicked himself back into gear. He was afraid he would puke if he opened his mouth to speak, so he just leaned down, gently grabbing onto Tom’s wrists. God, he was so bloody.

Tom’s eyes stayed fixed on the body as Deacon tried his best to keep his eyes fixed on him. Was Tom hurt? Was he bleeding? A quick once over told Deacon no, but he wasn’t exactly in peak examination mode right then. He guided Tom out of the floor by his wrists.

“I’m-I’m-I’m sorry,” He repeated, clearly in a worse state of mind than Deacon expected. He led him numbly away from the safe, pushing the heavy door closed the best he could with his leg. He released Tom’s wrists, but he just kept mumbling: “I’m sorry, Deacon, I’m so sorry, I’m-“

Tom was standing- no, Tom was grabbing him. He had the front of Deacon’s white t-shirt balled in his bloody hands, blubbering like a child, not making an effort to conceal or wipe away the tears that were all over his face. Deacon flinched when Tom jerked him forward and… what was he doing? Wait, he was hugging him.

Wait, he was hugging him?

Tom had latched his arms tight around Deacon’s neck. God, he was covered in blood, and now Deacon was covered in blood. Tommy Whisper’s blood.

He could feel Tom trembling, or was that him? Actually, they were both trembling, he thought. Tommy Whispers was dead and they were covered in the blood. Tom had a death grip around Deacon’s neck and was weeping like a widow at a wake. What was going on? Why was he asking himself that? He knew what was going on. Deacon’s head was spinning, and he was glad Tom’s grip was so tight or he might’ve fallen over on the spot.

He found himself blinking back tears again. It wasn’t often he willingly thought about his past, but Tom, the first Railroad Agent he ever met was a crying, bloody mess. The same way Deacon was a crying, bloody mess when Tom first met him. And just like Tom was the first Railroad Agent Deacon saw, would he also be the last? Deacon forced himself not to think about it and, instead, brought his arms up to gently peel Tom away.

“We need to go,” He whispered. Why was he whispering? Was it because Tom was a mess, or was it because he was afraid he’d break if he spoke any louder than that?

Deacon and Tom gathered whatever remnants they had left of their bearings, starting toward the door in a dazed, weaponless frenzy. As soon as they crossed the threshold into the hallway, he slammed into someone, and glancing up, he caught Desdemona’s eye. She looked horrified. Walking behind her was Carrington, supporting a half-dead Drummer Boy against his side, and Glory was behind them with her minigun.

“Deacon- we’re leaving,” Desdemona ordered simply. The group didn’t even stop walking, and Deacon and Tom cut in right behind Des. They were heading toward the front entrance, through the old Slocum’s Joe. That probably wasn’t the best idea, but he didn’t have any will inside of him to mention it.

“What-what about the others?” Tom questioned. Des sucked in a breath from in front of them.

“There aren’t any others, Tom,”

Deacon would’ve froze if his legs hadn’t already been moving by themselves. That was it?

They were it?

Of course, they had agents across the Commonwealth, but the bulk were in HQ. And the bulk were dead. And Deacon was suddenly reminded that he was covered in Tommy Whispers’ blood.

With those few thoughts bouncing around in his head, the small group made it up and out of the Slocum’s Joe. There wasn’t much resistance. Or… maybe there was. He didn’t remember. The whole thing was fuzzy and he didn’t really know what was happening until they stepped out into the harsh commonwealth sunlight, and there were, finally, no more synths. It was just them and the sunlight.

The group walked only a little ways away before they stopped in a lightly wooded area. Carrington sat Drummer Boy down on the grass to tend to him the best he could. Tinker Tom was still crying, and slid down against the bark of an old tree to continue. Glory patrolled like her life depended on it, never batting an eye at her comrades. Desdemona propped herself against a tree across from Tom. Everyone was silent apart from Drummer Boy’s groans and Tom’s repetitive hiccups.

Deacon glanced down at his shirt as his mind cleared, and the weight came crashing back on. The HQ was gone, Tommy Whispers was dead, along with ninety percent of everyone he knew, and he was covered in blood that wasn’t his own.

He was sure he made some kind of sound when all the realization crashed back onto him, because Des and Glory looked at him weird. He hadn’t heard it.

He needed to get out of there.

He turned on his heel and walked. Disappeared deeper into the wooded area, far from his comrades so they couldn’t hear or see him anymore. He was shaking now, like an earthquake, and one last glance at the blood on his shirt made him — finally — get payed a second visit by everything he’d eaten recently. What was he supposed to do?

Barbara was gone, and now the Railroad, too.

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