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thebibutterflyao3 · 2 months

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Day 6 Prompt: Heat @rosekiller-microfic

March Daily Series - 995 words

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Barty shook his head clear and refocused on the mostly empty road ahead of him. Luckily, it wasn’t busy in the off-season. Not many were foolish enough to travel to the coast in the winter, especially in a car without heat.

The sun mocked him through a cloudless sky, bouncing absurdly cheerful light off of the hood and directly into his eyes. He fumbled for the sunglasses tucked into his visor and shoved them on his face. Relaxing a bit, he leaned back and grabbed his phone. Barty rolled the scratched-up silver case on its edge over and over on his thigh. When the screen woke up mid-spin, he glanced at it hopefully.

No notifications. Of course.

By the time he reached the signs for the Prince of Wales bridge, Barty was seriously considering a detour into the river. If he wasn’t already regretting his life choices, and there weren’t a massive green metal barrier, the decision would be so easy.

Best not to start trusting myself now.

Barty inhaled deeply as he stared at the cables rising to the outline of an enormous letter “h” that straddled M4’s six lanes. Bridges fucked with his head, especially long ones running over water like this. Movie scenes of bridges cracking open like a fresh, crisp baguette toyed with his mind.

Breathe. Just breathe.

The moment his front tires passed the shoreline to England’s soil, Barty deflated. He was one hour in and already drained physically, mentally, and emotionally. Any clarity this road trip brought him earlier was lost to him now. He just wanted to crash onto his crappy sofa and stay there. Not moving for a week sounded so bloody good, but he was expected at work tomorrow.

When the opening bars of Never Let You Go drifted through his speakers, Barty tensed again. The chorus of this one hit a little too close to home.

Suddenly, his screen lit up as his mobile buzzed against his denim-covered thigh. Evan’s face appeared on his screen and Barty jerked the wheel as he screeched to a halt on the shoulder and narrowly avoided scraping the barrier. He fumbled with his phone as his stomach lurched violently.

“Rosie?”

The other end was silent except for the steady tap tap tap of Evan’s rings against the phone he was holding. Barty knew that sound intimately, but not the tempo. Evan was agitated.

His heart beat doubled and his chest clenched in panic. This wasn’t good. He didn’t know how it could get worse, but it was about to and the dread was overwhelming.

Shite shite shite!

“Before you hang up…I’m sor-sorry I didn’t tell you about Regulus. When I realised that you were friends, I shou-should have.”

Barty’s ears thrummed with his own rapid heart beat as he strained to listen for a response. After another long silence, he released a ragged breath and added, “And I’m sorry for going after your sister yesterday. I was….that doesn’t matter. I’m sober now and I hate myself for acting like that.”

“That makes two of us.”

His heart plummeted to the floorboards. “Please don’t say that, Rosie. I swear—”

“Don’t call me that,” Evan said. His voice was flat and clipped.

“Oh, right.” A chill ran down Barty’s spine and he struggled to find the words he’d practised in case Evan actually answered one of his calls. “Evan, I—”

“Not that either.”

Barty closed his eyes and repressed the urge to beg for forgiveness. There was no hope of that in Evan’s tone. This was going to hurt, he could sense it. The hammer was already pulled back and the trigger was twitching.

“Okay. I understand.”

“Good, because we are nothing to each other,” Evan snapped cruelly. “I don’t want anything to do with you, Crouch, and if you come near my sister again—”

“I won’t!” Barty cried out, shaking with the effort to hold himself together. “Please, please don’t—”

The line went dead.

“No! No no no nonono!” He quickly tapped on Evan’s picture to call back. “Please pick up! Please, please, please.”

A robotic voice informed him that his call could not be completed as dialed. His hands trembled as he texted Evan, pleading with him. The text didn’t go through. Barty stared at his screen in disbelief.

“He-He’s…I can’t…oh fuck.”

His body crumpled against the steering wheel as a shudder rushed through him. He was numb from head to toe. The hole carved out of his chest deepened until it hit curled his vertebrae. No thoughts, no emotions.

Moving on instinct alone, Barty opened his car door, stumbled out of the road, and collapsed before he emptied his stomach. His limbs quivered beneath his weight until he flopped onto his back. He swiped at his mouth and groaned at the sharp burn that raced up his throat.

He rolled away from the open car door and forced himself to push upright. The endless expanse of the river where it joined the sea spread out before him. Barty stared unblinkingly at the waves as they lapped the shore, rhythmic and repetitive.

This is it. Rock-fucking-bottom.

A hollow laugh burst from his chest, but quickly died out. It hurt to laugh. Hell, it hurt to breathe!

He hauled himself to his feet, then stepped unsteadily toward the edge where the tall barrier ended. With slow, measured steps, he climbed the short rail and headed down the slope toward the shore. Barty studied the muddy, frigid water as his boots sank with every step into the soft soil. The height of the bridge created a terrifying vantage of the water, but from here it looked tame.

Water was cleansing, that was a common belief. A refreshing drink for a parched throat, moisture for dry skin, and the perfect conduit for soap. Standing here before a river wide enough to swallow an entire city whole was humbling.

I would only make short-lived splash.

With a short burst of adrenaline, Barty ran forward, threw his arm back, and flung his mobile into the river. It disappeared beneath the waves without a sound. No splash, no interruption.

Inconsequential.

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rosainta · 5 months

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Day 3 of Rosain Quivan’s Daily Logs

Started December 9th, 2023 at 8:28PM, Home

Finished December 9th, 2023 at 11:33PM, Home

Log #3

Author’s Notes: Thank you for your support on the last log! I'm happy you enjoyed it, as unrefined as it was, but hopefully you'll enjoy this next one too. I want to keep these A/N's short as to have more time to write, and also to practice being more concise since that has been one of the challenges I've had with writing for a while now, so I'll just head straight on with it. This next one is an attempt at writing a chapter of an atmospheric story revolving around Medic and Heavy, of their blossoming friendship and maybe something more... up to you to decide! ;-) (The next log will be a Part Two to this, as the idea I have in mind is quite long, but feel free to leave your predictions down below!)

Title: King of Hearts (Part One) Fandom: Team Fortress 2 New Mexico, Badlands, Teufort City, The Cap Point 6:30PM, sometime during the Gravel War

"Ah, and here we are!"

The ambulance backs up into an empty lot, sealing its usual spot in the sea of other vehicles. Though the unusual choice of transport was initially an oddity, its frequent visits to this particular establishment had become so normal that no one bothered to question its presence anymore. The engine sputters to a stop, and its two unorthodox passengers hop out; the stalwart Heavy and the eccentric Medic, the iconic, unconventional yet unstoppable duo of the Badlands.

"Is good to be back, " the burly Russian exclaims, giving his comrade a hearty pat on the back as he slams the door of the ambulance. The latter grins, returning the gesture and slamming his own equally as loud.

"Yes, and it is good to have you back, mein friend! I don't doubt that the others will think ze same."

Heavy leads the way, the duo making their way towards the side of the building. Its dim neon lights glimmer in the darkening sky, creating a mixed atmosphere of class and risky fun. With the nighttime wind chills slowly falling upon them, the two quicken their pace and turn the corner. In front of them in big, shining yellow letters is a sign that reads: "The Cap Point - Teufort City's Best Bar & Tabletop Game Experience"

Heavy stops in place for a moment, looking up at the glowing signage above them. "Do you think little lady will be there?", he asks quietly.

"Pauling? Oh, I highly doubt it. Poor woman, always so busy with her work all ze time", the doctor replies, shaking his head.

"Is shame. Would have liked to challenge woman at poker; she always knows when I am bluffing", the big man chuckles to himself.

"Hah! Maybe it's because you can barely keep a straight face when you lie; your eyebrows always seem to lift up like springs, a bit like zis;"

Medic's eyes furrow, then arch into an exaggerated expression of surprise, mouth slightly agape for emphasis. Heavy scoffs, a smirk playing at his lips as he playfully crosses his arms.

"Now is doktor's turn to bluff; Heavy does not do that when lying. Heavy has excellent poker face, see?"

Heavy's face deadpans, his amused face suddenly turning cold. Medic's face, however, only grins with mischief, like that of a Cheshire cat.

"Is zat so? Well then, can you tell me where the whereabouts of my strudel from last night might be?", he asks teasingly.

Heavy's deadpan expression falters and, well, don't you know, so do his eyebrows, lifting themselves high enough they could touch the stars. Abashed, Heavy looks away to the doorways of the building, speedily turning to walk away from the sly practitioner.

"Heavy knows nothing of that, apologies", he says finally, quickly walking through the doorway. Medic laughs, satisfied with himself, and trails behind him.

As soon as they enter the establishment, they are greeted with the familiar, loud, cozy atmosphere of the bar. Various customers fill the many tables placed around the room, the bartop buzzing with animated chatter and cheery banter. Tom Jones's infamous "Sexbomb" booms on the radios, and a game of billiards is being played with such vigour at the back that you could hear the yells of the players resonate throughout the entire building. As usual, it emanates from its typical suspects.

"You've gotta be freakin' kiddin' me! What the hell is wrong with you?", a high, brash voice cries out.

"Scout, it isn't my fault that your embarassing lack of competence at breaking has made it difficult for either of us to score a point", a lower voice replies with a nasty sneer.

"Oh yeah? Well, how do you explain that the drunkest person on Earth and a wannabe American hero have scored more than you have the entire night?"

"Maybe because they had some sense to not stay on a team with a man in his twenties who can barely read!"

"Crikey, would the both of you just stop bloody bickerin'? Some of us here are actually tryin' to enjoy the game," a third gruff individual reacts.

"Shut up, this doesn't concern you!", the first two voices yell back.

Heavy laughs softly. "Looks like little men are having fun."

"Ja, why don't we go join in on ze experience?"

The two make stride across the bar, the shorter of the two men happily waving to the bartender on their way there. When they get there, the argument dies down and is instead replaced with curious excitement.

"Ey, long time no see, fat man!", Scout, the supposed incompetent breaker, exclaims.

"Ah, Heavy, it is a pleasure to see you again", Spy, the snarky Frenchman, says. "How was your trip to Siberia?"

"Was good, thank you. Is always good to see family."

Heavy takes a seat at the table next to Sniper, the attempted argument breaker, and signals for a waitress. Medic strikes up a conversation with Soldier and Demoman in the corner, excitedly babbling on about human heads, to which both of them join in without hesitation.

"One vodka", he orders, "and one sparkling water for doktor, please. Don't worry, I pay."

The lady smiles and nods, walking away to retrieve their drinks. Sniper smirks, surprised.

"Just got back and you're already feeling charitable, mate? Didn't your trip cost you enough?", Sniper laughs.

"Heavy does not mind. Doktor was there to meet Heavy at airport and buy him favourite food, so Heavy pay doktor back", he replies, matter-of-factly.

Sniper shifts in his seat, his smirk converting to a genuine smile of admiration. "Wow, it must be pretty nice havin' a good chum like the doc, huh?"

"Yes, is nice. Medic and I always nice together", Heavy says, returning the smile and turn to his friend.

From the corner of his view, he sees the Medic return his gaze and nod, a slight smile on his face and a grateful expression, before he returns to his own discussion.

The Australian takes a gulp of his martini and leans backwards in his chair, allowing himself to ease up in the comfort of the seat. He notices Heavy still looking at his friend in the corner, his expression content like that of one in a warm blanket. He scratches at the slight stubble on his chin, still observing him with intrigue.

"Say, why don't you tell me more about your friendship with our happy healer here? Seems like you two get along better than the rest of us mercs," Sniper says, adjusting his hat to better glimpse at the gentle giant before him.

Heavy looks back at the Australian and chortles, sliding his hand over the back of his head. "Ah, is very long story. Dok and I go way back, even before we became mercenary. You sure you want to hear all of it?"

"Sure, let's have a go at it. Probably be a lot more entertainin' than watching these two buggers argue the entire night", he sighs, loosely gesturing at the father-son duo as the tension begins to spark the flame of another petty anger-fest.

Heavy nods, understanding. He puts his bulky arms on the table and fully faces the marksman, inadvertedly causing the table and the fragile martini glass on it to shake a little, but neither seem to notice.

"Well", he begins, "it all starts when I first begin to live in Siberian Mountains with family, after escaping shoot-out in Gulag..."

To be continued in RQDL 4...

Credits: Team Fortress 2 by Valve Image source: Team Fortress 2 Written by Rosain Quivan Cross posted on Amino ( Rosain Quivan )

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loveroftoomanyfandoms · 22 days

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Of Coffee and Cinnamon Rolls - Chapter 2

Pairing: TASM! Peter Parker x F!Reader

Rating: T

Story Summary: Peter's coffee maker has broken, leaving him in need of a caffeine fix. Luckily, there's a new coffee shop right by the Daily Bugle... With a beautiful barista inside.

Warnings/Tags: Meet-Cute, Coffee Shops, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Dual, Alternating PoVs between Peter and Reader, minimal use of Y/N

Word Count: ~4k (this chapter got LONG)

A/N: It's taken me freaking FOREVER, but here we finally are with chapter 2! Hopefully future updates won't take me as long.

Tagging @tarzinnia since they've been patiently waiting for an update!!!

Ok, what else needs to be done? you thought to yourself as you bustled around the kitchen in your shop. You had worked your ass off to make your dream of owning your own business a reality, and today that dream was finally coming true, so needless to say... You were nervous.

You grabbed your to-do list off of the prep table and gave it a quick scan. Cookies are bagged, cake pops are finished, muffins are good to go, croissants are ready, banana bread is sliced, cinnamon rolls are done…

You glanced at the clock. You had way more than enough time to shower and then relax for a bit before things would get busy again.

You made sure your oven was off before heading upstairs to your apartment above the shop.

You hurried through a shower before changing into something nice enough to wear for your interview and photos, but still comfortable enough to work in.

And speaking of photos...

You grinned. Not only had you been pleasantly surprised to see the hot skater boy-esque customer from the morning come back into the shop in the afternoon right as you had decided to close, but you had been even more pleasantly surprised to find out that he worked for the Bugle and had been the one to suggest that they cover the opening for the paper.

You had made a flimsy excuse to give him your number and was surprised to receive an incoming text from an unknown number right as you had finished prepping dough for the next morning’s baked goods and popping it in the fridge to chill overnight.

Hi, Y/N. This is Peter.

Peter Parker.

From the Daily Bugle?

You had quickly washed your hands then sent a reply, a wide smile spreading across your face. Yes, Peter, hi, it's good to hear from you. What's up? :)

Sorry to bother you, but I just thought I'd text you so you'd have my number in case you had any questions about the interview tomorrow.

Oh it's not a bother at all. You've got perfect timing, actually. I just finished prepping dough.

Oh, what are you making?

Well for the opening we're going to have cookies and cake pops in addition to the regular baked goods, which'll be croissants, muffins, banana bread, and of course, cinnamon rolls. I was just trying to get a head start on the dough since I'll be making extra goodies for the grand opening.

Oh man, that all sounds amazing. I'm going to want to try everything.

Lol, I'll be sure to set one of each aside for you. It's the least I can do as thanks for the free publicity.

So what are you up to?

About to attempt to fix my coffeemaker before I have to head out for my other job.

I'll let you get to that then. Good luck!

Thanks.

You glanced at the clock. You still had an hour and a half until your interview, but maybe Peter was up and wouldn't mind you texting him?

Morning, Peter! you typed. Any luck fixing your coffeemaker?

A few minutes later your phone lit up.

Peter had sent you a photo of what you assumed was his coffee maker, except it was in pieces. It was captioned, Are there supposed to be leftover parts?

You laughed before sending your reply. Definitely not that many, lol.

You bit your lip. You know, you're more than welcome to come by early if you need a caffeine fix.

...Only if you want to, of course.

No pressure.

You nervously chewed on your lip as you waited for his answer. After what seemed like the longest 10 seconds of your life, Peter's reply came through. I'd love to. Be there in 15?

You grinned. Sounds good. See you soon.

You set your phone down on your bathroom counter so you could fix your hair, then took another look at yourself in the mirror. Guess this is as good as it's gonna get.

You headed back downstairs to the shop, fixing yourself a cup of coffee before sitting at a table to wait for Peter.

You looked around, smiling to yourself. You had chosen decor that you thought made the shop feel open and welcoming while still somewhat whimsical and hoped that your customers felt the same.

Suddenly there was a tap on the door.

You looked over and grinned when you saw Peter waving at you.

He was dressed similarly today as he had been the day before, in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt with a buttoned-up flannel over it. His hair was styled in what you assumed was a purposely messy, just-rolled-out-of-bed look and he was wearing black plastic-framed glasses. Damn, he is *hot*.

You waved back before getting up and walking over to the door to let him in. "Peter, hey. Come on in."

"Hi." Peter stepped inside and waited for you to lock the door behind him. "How's it going? All set for the opening?"

You nodded. "Yeah, actually. I live above the shop and couldn't sleep so I went ahead and got everything ready, but I've now found myself with an extra hour to kill."

You gestured to the table where your coffee sat. "Have a seat and I'll get your coffee ready."

You moved behind the counter as Peter set his bag down at the table. "Want anything to eat?" you asked.

Peter shook his head. "No thanks, I warmed up a cinnamon roll before I left."

You nodded and the machine to brew. "So how are you this morning?"

Peter shrugged. "Had a bit of a long night at my second job, but I'm good."

"Glad to hear that, despite the long night." You waited until the machine shut off and brought Peter his coffee. “Here you go.”

Peter smiled at you. “Thanks.”

You sat across from him and took a sip of your own beverage. "So what is the second job, if you don't mind me asking? Wait, let me guess... Private investigator?"

Peter laughed. "No, what gave you that idea?"

You shrugged, unable to help but smile at his adorable chuckle. "I dunno, it's the first thing that popped in my head that required a camera besides being a photojournalist."

Peter shook his head. "Actually, it has nothing to do with photography. I'm a security guard."

"Oh ok, that's neat. Where at?" You grimaced. Ugh, way to sound like a stalker.

You shook your head. "Wait, I'm sorry. I realize that sounds extremely nosy. I just meant that I'm planning on being down here late most nights doing prep for the next day, so… I mean, if you happen to work nearby you're welcome to drop in for a cup of coffee or some leftover pastries."

Peter shrugged. "It's fine. I just kind of fill in wherever I'm needed, which usually makes for a pretty flexible schedule but also long days, hence my immense and near-constant need for caffeine."

He took a sip of his coffee. "But, uh, yeah. If I happen to find myself in the neighborhood I'll text you, if you don't mind?"

You smiled with relief. "Yeah, that'd be great."

The next hour flew by as you and Peter continued talking. Peter told you about growing up with his aunt and uncle, about his love of science, and about how he had gotten interested in photography, and in turn you told him about your own childhood and what had led you to want to open your own coffee shop.

"My grandmother taught me how to bake," you explained. "And she always added a splash of coffee to the wet ingredients for whatever we were making. 'The coffee is the secret ingredient,' she would always tell me. ‘But the true secret can only come from within’."

"So what is the true secret?" Peter asked, seemingly intrigued.

You shrugged. "I don't know. She said I would figure it out when the time was right."

Peter huffed out a laugh. "Well if you haven't figured it out yet I can't wait until you do. Your cinnamon rolls are excellent as is."

Your face heated. "Thanks."

Suddenly there was a knock on the front window.

You looked up in surprise then smiled brightly when you spotted your best friend, Ian, waving at you. You had made plans to go out to dinner with him that evening to celebrate the grand opening of Bean There, so you were pleasantly surprised to see him now.

You stood. "Oh, sorry, hold on a second.”

You went over to the door and unlocked it, letting Ian in.

"Hello, love," Ian said in his crisp British accent before giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey, sweetheart," you replied. "What a surprise, I thought I wasn't seeing you until tonight."

Ian shook his head. "I just wanted to stop by on my way into the office to wish you good luck on your opening today."

You smiled. Ian had been your biggest supporter while you had been working to procure the space for your shop and had helped you with choosing the furniture and decor. "Aww, thank you, honey, you're so sweet."

Ian glanced over at Peter, curiosity evident in his eyes. "I tried texting you, but I guess you were busy.”

You patted at your pockets, realization dawning on you that your phone was still sitting on your bathroom counter. "Oh shoot, I must've forgotten my phone upstairs."

Ian shook his head. "It's fine, darling, no big deal. I'm just glad I got to see you."

"Me too." You turned towards Peter. "By the way, this is Peter Parker, the photojournalist from the Bugle . Peter, this is Ian."

"Nice to meet you," Ian said, walking over and shaking Peter's hand.

"Same to you," Peter replied.

"Want anything before you go, sweetheart?" you asked Ian.

Ian grinned in reply. "Oh, darling, you know I can't resist your banana bread."

"Peter, you want some more coffee?"

Peter looked hesitant, as if he felt bad about accepting your offer. "Uh, sure."

You picked up Peter's cup and walked back over to the coffee machine, grabbing a fresh to-go cup for Ian and putting 2 pumps of strawberry rose syrup and 1 pump of white chocolate syrup in it before programming the machine to brew both his and Peter's coffee simultaneously.

"Have you tried Y/N's banana bread?" you heard Ian ask Peter.

You looked over at them as Peter shook his head. "I've only had her cinnamon rolls."

Ian let out a pleased sound. "It's incredible, mate. Then again, everything she makes is incredible, and trust me, I've tried it all."

"Ian was kind enough to be my taste tester while I was perfecting my recipes for the shop," you explained to Peter, your face warming at Ian's praise as you steamed some milk to add to his coffee.

"Anything to support my girl," Ian said with a wink. “And to get free pastries.”

You finished making Ian's latte then boxed up 2 slices of banana bread for him to take with him. "That reminds me, though..."

You brought everything back over to the table. "Peter, I boxed up a sample of everything for you. Remind me to give it to you before you leave."

You handed Ian's banana bread and coffee to him. "Here you go, sweetheart. Just like you like it."

Ian took a sip and nodded. "Mmm, perfect as always. Thanks, love."

He gave you another kiss on the cheek then whispered in your ear, “You go, girl. He is gorgeous.”

You giggled and nodded. "I agree."

Ian straightened. "Bye, darling, love you."

"Love you too. See you tonight."

Ian turned towards Peter. "Nice meeting you."

Peter gave him a slight wave. "Yeah, you too."

You followed Ian to the door so you could lock it back behind him.

You walked back over to Peter and sat once again. “Sorry about that.”

Peter shrugged and cleared his throat. "It's okay. So, how long have you been together?"

Your brow furrowed. "Who, me and Ian?”

Peter nodded, a slightly confused look blooming across his face. “Yeah.”

You shook your head. “Oh no, Ian's not my boyfriend."

"Oh, he's not?" Peter's cheeks pinkened adorably. "My bad, I just assumed..."

"It's fine, it's a really common misconception. Ian and I have been best friends since 4th grade so we're super close, but it's not in a romantic way at all."

You and Ian had met on Ian's first day as a new student in your class. You had invited him to sit with you at lunch and had been inseparable since, including spending summers together in England to visit his mom when she had moved back after his parents had divorced while the two of you were in high school and living together as roommates in college.

You let out a light laugh. “Besides, I don't think Ian's husband would be too pleased if I made a move on him, especially since I not only introduced them, but also was Ian's best woman at their wedding.”

Peter laughed. "Yeah, that might make things a bit awkward."

You bit your lip. "I'm, um, I'm actually not seeing anyone at the moment. Been too busy focusing on my career and trying to open my shop. Kinda difficult to find time to date when you're constantly working, you know?"

Peter nodded. "Yeah, I get that."

You took a sip of your coffee, trying to come off as nonchalant. "So what about you? Seeing anyone?"

"Oh, um, no, I'm not seeing anyone either right now." Peter hesitated momentarily. "Uh, like you said, too busy with work and stuff."

"Yeah."

Peter jumped slightly as his phone rang. He reached into his pocket to pull it out, briefly looking at the screen before swiping to answer the call. “Excuse me a minute. Hey, Betty, what's up?”

You stood, not wanting to eavesdrop on Peter’s conversation.

Peter glanced up at you. "Oh, uh, actually, I'm already here. Uh huh, yeah, sure. No problem. See ya."

He hung up. "Betty said she'll be here soon. She tried to call you."

You nodded. "I should probably go get my phone in case my employee is also trying to reach me. I'll be right back, okay?"

Peter nodded. "Yeah, that's fine. If Betty gets here before you get back, you want me to let her in?"

"Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks."

You got up and headed behind the counter to wash your cup then ran upstairs to grab your phone, taking a moment to breathe before returning downstairs to find Peter talking to the reporter who had set up the interview with you the day before.

You smiled. "Miss Brant, good morning."

"Hi," Betty replied.

"Can I get you some coffee?"

“Yes, that would be great, thank you.”

"Something to eat? We have croissants, muffins, banana bread, and cinnamon rolls, along with cookies and cake pops for the grand opening."

"Sure, I'll take a cinnamon roll. Thank you."

"Peter? Sure you don't want anything?"

Peter thought for a second. "Well, maybe a piece of banana bread?"

You nodded with a smile. "Coming right up."

Peter pulled out his camera as you walked over to the display case. "Mind if I take a few pictures? I want to get some test shots in before the official opening."

You shook your head. "That's fine."

You plated Betty and Peter's baked goods along with a croissant for yourself and made Betty's coffee while Peter took a few photos.

You slid Peter's slice of banana bread over to him. "Here you go."

Peter took a bite of his banana bread as you carried Betty's coffee and cinnamon roll and your croissant to the table. "Mmph, this really is delicious."

You smiled, pleased that he liked it. "Thanks."

"Okay," Betty said, turning on a digital recorder. "I'd like to get started, if that's okay with you."

You nodded. "Sure."

Betty cleared her throat. "This is Betty Brant with the Daily Bugle interviewing Y/F/N Y/L/N, proprietor of Bean There, Done That. So, Ms. Y/L/N…"

"Y/N, please," you interrupted.

"Y/N," Betty corrected. "Tell me a bit about yourself."

You told Betty much of what you had already told Peter, about baking with your grandmother as a child and how she had left you enough money to start your bakery. "I really miss her," you said, "but I know she's watching over me."

"And how did you come up with the name of your shop?" Betty asked.

You grinned. “My best friend Ian actually suggested that name. I wanted something catchy and memorable so he and I bounced around ideas until we arrived at ‘Bean There, Done That’.”

Betty smiled. "Care to share any of the rejected names?"

"Oh gosh, there were so many, and they got more and more ridiculous as we went on. Let's see, there was 'Caffeinated Bliss', 'Let's Get Roasted', 'Java the Time?', 'Espresso Yourself', and 'The Daily Grind', to name a few."

You and Ian had drank several bottles of wine at his kitchen table together while coming up with the perfect name for your shop so several of the rejected names had been hilariously inappropriate. “I also considered naming the shop after my grandmother but ultimately decided against it.”

Betty nodded. "I see."

She asked you several more questions while Peter took a few more photos of both you and the shop, then finally turned off her recorder. "Okay, I think that's all the questions I have for you. Thanks for your time."

You nodded and stood. "Thanks for your time as well."

You walked over to the counter and picked up a couple of bakery boxes you had packed while you were getting everything set up. "Here, I packed some baked goods for you and the Bugle staff."

Betty nodded. "Thanks. I'm sure everyone will appreciate it."

She turned to Peter. "Peter, I'll see you at the office later."

Peter nodded. "Yeah, see ya later."

You walked Betty to the door. “Thank you again for your time.”

“You too,” Betty replied. “I'll email you a link to the article once it's live.”

You nodded. “I'd appreciate that.”

"Is there anything else you need to do before the opening, anything I can help you with?" Peter asked once Betty had left.

You shook your head. "Nope, I think everything is set."

Your phone rang, Olivia’s name flashing across the screen. "Oh, sorry, one second. Hello?”

“Hi, Y/N,” Olivia replied over the phone’s speaker. “It's Liv.”

“Oh, yeah, Liv, hi.” You had hired Olivia, who was working her way through college and thankfully had experience as a barista, part-time for weekday mornings but had asked her to come in today for the grand opening since you weren't sure how busy you would be.

“Just letting you know that I'm on my way and will be there in a couple of minutes.”

“Okay, great. I'll see you in a few then.”

“See you soon. Bye.”

“Okay, bye.”

You hung up. "Sorry about that. That was my employee, Olivia. She was just letting me know that she'd be here in a minute so I could open the door for her."

You checked your watch then grabbed your outdoor chalkboard sign, on which you had written ‘Grand Opening! Free samples inside!’. "Actually, it's close enough to 8 to where I think I can just go ahead and open."

Peter walked over to the door. "Here, I'll get the door for you."

You smiled at him as he held it open for you. Hot and a gentleman too. Swoon. "Thanks."

Peter shrugged. "Of course. Oh, that reminds me, I need to get some posed shots of you out in front of the building before you get too busy."

You nodded as you set the sign out front. "Oh, yeah, sure. Where do you want me?"

"Let's see…" Peter stepped back a bit. "How about here next to the sign?"

You moved to stand beside it. "Here?"

Peter shook his head. “Maybe a bit closer?”

You stepped sideways a bit. “How about now?”

Peter checked the shot. "Yeah, that's perfect."

He took a few photos, then checked to make sure they were okay. "Alright, we're good."

You grinned. "Great. Thanks, Peter."

"No problem."

The two of you headed back inside, you pausing to flip the sign on the door from closed to open. “I need to go grab the first batch of samples. One second.”

You went to the kitchen, where you had set up individual bite-size portions of everything on two large, round trays covered with clear domes.

You brought them out and set them down on the counter before putting a little tag in front identifying what each tray held. “Okay, now I think we're all set.”

A minute later, the bell above the front door chimed and Olivia walked in.

“Morning, Y/N,” she said with a friendly smile.

“Morning, Liv,” you replied. “Thanks for coming in today.”

Olivia nodded. “No problem. Happy to help out.”

You gestured to Peter. “This is Peter Parker. He's taking photos of the opening for the Bugle. Peter, this is Olivia.”

“Nice to meet you,” Olivia said as she grabbed her apron off of a hook by the door to the kitchen area.

Peter nodded. “Yeah, you too.”

You rubbed your hands together. “Okay, Liv, if you take the coffee machine, hopefully we'll start getting some customers in soon.”

“Are you expecting a lot?” Peter asked.

“Fingers crossed. I know that this area is busier during the week than it is on the weekend -- which is why we're only open for four hours on Saturday -- but we sent out a mailer advertising the grand opening with a coupon good for a free baked good with purchase of a coffee today only, so hopefully we get a good turnout.” You looked towards the door as the bell chimed, butterflies fluttering around your stomach in both excitement and nervousness. “And actually, there's my first customer! Let me get to it.”

You and Olivia spent the next two hours serving customers and refilling both the display case and sample trays while Peter took photos.

“Thank you, come again!” you said to what felt like your millionth customer as the shop finally emptied. “Phew.”

You turned towards Olivia. “Liv, you wanna grab you something to eat and take like a 15-minute break? I'll call you up if I need you.”

Olivia nodded. “That sounds great, Y/N. Thanks.”

“Okay,” Peter said, quickly scrolling through his photos as Olivia left to go take her break. “I think I have everything I need.”

You nodded. “I really appreciate you suggesting that the Bugle cover the opening.”

Peter shrugged. “It's not a problem. Always happy to help out a new business, especially one with such delicious treats.”

“Oh, that reminds me.” You grabbed the bakery box full of goodies you had set aside for him. “Don't forget your samples.”

Peter nodded and took the box. “Oh yeah, thanks. I really appreciate it.”

You pointed towards the coffee machine. “Did you want a coffee for the road? I mean, since your coffee maker at home is still broken.” Not since I'm enjoying having you around and am trying to delay you leaving, even if it's just by a minute or two.

“Yeah, I'd love one.”

“Okay, 1 sec.”

You brewed his coffee, resolutely trying to ignore his eyes on you, then brought it over to him. “Let me know how you like the pastries.”

“Will do. Thanks.” Peter glanced at the door as a couple of customers entered. “So I'll… see you around then?”

You nodded. “That’d be great.”

“Great.” Peter stepped out from in front of the register so you could help your customers. “Thanks again for the coffee and stuff.”

“No problem.”

You watched as he left, taking advantage of your customers being distracted by studying the menu board to wistfully sigh to yourself. Hopefully I'll see him again soon.

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part 1, part 2

CW: Swearing

Xanxus would wonder if he went insane, but one thing his years in the slums didn’t fuck up is his perfect eyesight.

The shrimp and his mom have apparently finally realized they’ve been mafia all along all these years, and how the hell he’s the only one to realize it’s all bullshit?

“Timoteo-san, Darling,” Nana started pleasantly out of the blue at dinner. “Would it be okay of me to accompany Iemitsu at work when possible? I’ve been a little ashamed lately to not know much about it even after all these years, and frankly, I’d love it too if it could be a way for us to spend more time together. You see, I miss my husband on the daily quite a lot.” She laughed bashfully, looking at Iemitsu with loving eyes.

It came out so out of left field, Xanxus almost snapped at her right there and then.

The fuck did she say?

It shouldn’t have felt like it came out of left field. How could he have possibly missed that kind of development? It’s not as if he ever stopped watching, nor did his brothers, yet the surprise was genuine from all of them.

Iemitsu, lovesick fool as he’s ever been, predictably beamed, tears welling up in his eyes, and started singing praises at his beloved wife. The old man warmly welcomed the new too, brightening and giving his accord right away. His brothers considered the new a moment before dismissing it in the next instant.

Xanxus felt a chill run down his spine looking at the shrimp smiling and laughing at his parents’ antics, not sparing the rest of them a glance, the very image of someone who learned the new at the same time as them. As if—as if there could be any other explanation to Nana’s behavior but him.

So the shrimp can act now, can he?

News fucking flash.

But there was no fool at the table that day like every other.

The first actual reaction to Nana’s words was the old man glancing at the shrimp, with that look he gives him sometimes. Iemitsu managed not to, but Xanxus caught the aborted movement anyway. Rico and himself looked at the shrimp too before catching each other’s eye.

CEDEF and Vongola at large welcomed the new change warmly too, making it the new gossip going through the rumor mill.

Is Nana Sawada finally shedding her old civilian life to give herself fully to the family? Could they expect Iemitsu to eventually choose an official right-hand man or add his wife to his team of his most trusted subordinates? Does that mean…

They trail off at this part, giving each other eloquent looks, letting the unsaid speak for them.

The fools. Just as there’s a rule against a Vongola Boss being of the CEDEF’s boss’ lineage, the CEDEF’s boss can’t pass down his position to any of his relatives, let alone his fucking son. Or do they really think they’d rather break the latter rule instead of the former?

That Iemitsu’s allowed to bring his wife at work is already cutting it close, and adding to it they were allowed to live in the Vongola mansion, the old man better have a plan for when someone will inevitably confront him on the matter.

There were the ones who weren’t so happy at the news too, because there’s always those trashes finding reasons to bitch about this and that, though in this case Xanxus leans more on their side, but generally speaking, Nana Sawada involving herself more in the family has been considered a joyful turn of event.

Ha! “Joyful” his ass. If it was only Nana Sawada, he could pretend to not be as smart as he is and believe it, but the shrimp?

Three years old, and he was already giving them that annoying look of his whenever anyone tried to make him swallow the pill of being mafia through the childish framing of good guys versus bad guys. But now six years old, and he suddenly agrees Vongola are the good guys and he wants to become one of them too?

Give Xanxus a fucking break.

Soon, the sight of Nana anywhere else than at functions and events the wife of the CEDEF’s boss couldn’t be absent from lost its novelty, people moving on and minding their own businesses again, but the fuck if Xanxus will.

He’s been watching them more carefully than before, the shrimp more so than his mom, and turns out he should have seen it coming. The shrimp’s changed, and look at him fucking go, walking the fine line of making it just noticeable enough for the people he wants them to notice to pick up on it, while keeping it subtle enough for the people who know him to not be tipped off by it.

Truthfully, they’ve yet to do anything really noteworthy, let alone anything truly suspicious. They willingly show up at more functions than before, when before they went only to the ones they couldn’t be absent from. They greet the people that ought to be greeted, Nana at Iemitsu’s arm and the shrimp’s hand securely in hers, but instead of waiting in a corner after until the soonest it was polite of them to leave, they keep mingling with the guests. Talking to them, making conversations. Laughing together. Being looked down upon and trying their luck elsewhere. Not finding them good enough and trying their luck elsewhere. Nana along with Iemitsu, but sometimes alone too, often alone, and the shrimp at the kiddies’ corner.

The kiddies’ corner, but by no means the least important corner of these functions, nowhere even close. Not when they’re the future of the mafia, and any older and more experienced mafioso worth his salt, let alone a mafia boss, makes it a point to watch over them, to raise and teach them, to gain their favors and loyalty.

Not when they’re the ones who’ll grow up to inherit the many positions that keep the mafia and Vongola turning, prospering and powerful.

After Nana made it known to the old man she planned to become more involved in the family business, she changed the shrimp’s bodyguards. Not all of them, but she handpicked the new ones who are to be the closest to him and stay with him at all times.

Their backgrounds were thoroughly checked, and all information about them shared among them as it’s customary after the old man gave his approval, but she handpicked them. Or more like gave her approval after the shrimp did.

Xanxus would be overstepping if he looked into what Nana does at CEDEF, so who the fuck knows what does she do there, but Iemitsu is no fool, no matter how much he likes to play the part of it. He must only allow her around the lower ranks and their works, but then again, what the fuck does it matter when she’s the CEDEF’s boss’s wife?

Iemitsu’s no fool, but who else is he supposed to unwind to at night and trust the most in this world?

It doesn’t sit right with him either that Nana looks perfectly fine with that. There’s no reason she shouldn’t be, but she looks like this is where she wanted to be all along.

It’s the same with they way they’re acting with the staff at the mansion. It’s the same way they’ve always been acting with them, saying “Please”, “Thank you”, “Sorry”, “Good morning”, “Would you…?” and “How are you?” like they’re trying to win some fucking most annoyingly polite and considerate people in the world contest, as if they still don’t realize why not anyone else does the same.

Some because they’re assholes, and Xanxus would count himself among them and doesn’t give a shit about it, but mostly they can’t afford their staff to ever forget their place even when off work. Not when they’re the ones who literally watch over their sleep. Now when they’re the ones patching them up at their weakest. Now when they’re the ones entrusted with their kids.

Not when they could be their downfall, should they have the balls, skills and luck for it, working at the heart of the Vongola as they are.

Of course they’re perfectly aware of it too, have to be if they want to keep their jobs, and so far none of them has ever shown the shrimp and his mom anything but strict professionalism in return, but it doesn’t mean they might not be thinking any less. That they don’t care about hierarchy because they’re seemingly unaware of the basic fact the mafia will collapse in and of itself without it no doubt made some of them lose all respect for them, but it leaves everyone else, and they’re all only humans at the end of the day. Especially now there’s intent behind the kindness the shrimp and his mom indiscriminately show them.

Xanxus would know. The first person to become one of his people is Alberta, his former nanny. The second’s one’s Sarah, his former home tutor who caught him up on his education so he wouldn’t be humiliated and looked down upon when they sent him to private school along with the other mafia kids his age.

Xanxus would be overstepping too if he looked into what the shrimp’s been up to at school lately, but he heard his teachers find him more hard-working than before. By which they mean and fail to realize it’s that he’s actually less reluctant than before to learn, because the shrimp’s always been trying his best all along even if it’s never been enough for anyone.

None of these facts have to necessarily be concerning.

Except there’s only a few reasons he can think of as to why they’d be acting like that, only the one reason, and it’s driving him crazy that still, not anyone’s doing anything about it.

Whether Iemitsu is in on it too or not, of course he wouldn’t, but it still sure as hell could be considered insubordination at best, rebellion at worse, and Xanxus won’t care to confront him with that if it comes to that.

The old man’s silence on the matter is obvious too. He’d need much more than that to take action that’d be seen as reasonable considering the extent of the repercussions of even the littlest and most insignificant of his actions.

Richie can’t bother taking care of something that isn’t undeniably his and only his to take care of to save his life. Max’s too self-assured to deem a six years old’s actions concerning, no matter what his actions are. Rico…

The fuck if Xanxus knows, but he has yet to deem it worth acknowledging the matter. That works for Xanxus, as the longer this new status quo lasts, the more he can prepare himself for when it breaks, but he isn’t happy about it.

The shrimp and his mom are obviously trying to build themselves a network, to build connections, to gather allies, if not support too. They seem to have decided to go about it starting from the bottom of the ladder.

And trying to make the shrimp the face of the people with that face and that personality he has?

Fucking hell.

“Master Xanxus,” Anil says after knocking at his door. “Nana Sawada is here.”

“Let her in.”

She walks in, in his sitting room instead of his office, and she better fucking be grateful for it.

“Hello, Xanxus-kun. You asked to see me?”

“I wasn’t asking.”

The smile on her lips doesn’t falter. “I’m sad to hear it. Here I was hoping we could enjoy some time together having a friendly conversation. I don’t suppose you’ll agree to let us speak Japanese then? You know how homesick I can be at times.”

“Then you should have had Iemitsu move to Japan instead,” he says in Italian.

Nana sits on the couch, her smile still not faltering. “Then at least allow me to speak Japanese,” she says, switching to Japanese without waiting for his permission.

“I didn’t allow you to sit.”

She huffs a laugh before finally dropping the meaningless pleasantries, turning her cheerful smile into the slightest turn of her lips upwards. “You get to demand to see me whenever you want, but I don’t need your permission for something as small as when I can sit. Not when it’s only the two of us.”

Xanxus sits on the armchair next to the couch, forcing her to turn her neck to look him in the eye, the low table in front of them bare of any food or drinks. It’s petty power and mind play unbefitting of both their ranks, but anything more would give more weight to this meeting than they’d both want to deal with.

“This is a friendly conversation,” he decides to say first.

“Oh?”

“You heard me. So do friendly tell me just what you think the shrimp and you have been doing lately?”

“What are you under the impression we’ve been doing? For you to summon me like this.”

Xanxus scoffs. “Fucking spare me any of us playing dumb, will you?”

Nana looks at him for a beat of silence, unblinking. “Tsuna wants friends, that’s all. He’s just trying to break out of his shell more to make it happen, and I’m helping him with it.” Xanxus just barely restrains himself from rolling his eyes. He bores his eyes into her instead, and she gives in, though it might have been her plan all along. “He wants a family.”

“Ha!” Xanxus leans forwards, digging his fingers in the armrest. A grin pulls at his lips he can’t be sure isn’t a snarl, and so he smooths his face in a composed mask again. “Then let me ask you again just what do you think you’ve been doing?”

“Would you or any of your brothers keep Iemitsu at his job when you become Vongola Decimo?”

Xanxus misses a beat, the question unexpected. “Of course not.”

It’d even be one of the first positions they’d replace. Iemitsu isn’t lacking at being the CEDEF’s boss, but he’s entirely too much an embodiment of the ninth’s generation, and it’s no secret for anyone he’s the man the old man trusts the most after his Guardians.

“That’s right. And the CEDEF isn’t the CEDEF’s boss’ in a way they can pass it down to anyone but their successor. But you’d have me wait and do nothing?”

“You’re only drawing attention to himself that will bite him in the ass when it doesn’t have to happen at all.”

“Come now, Xanxus-kun,” she says, tilting her head. “Now you’re just calling me stupid to my face. Of course this is attention that is bound to be turned to him sooner than later. We’re just taking control of it.” Xanxus huffs, leaning back against the armchair. It was worth a shot. “Actually, it’s even one of the first things that’ll happen once one of you becomes Vongola Decimo, isn’t it? You’ll decide what to do about the remaining heirs.”

“So fucking what? If you have something to say about our characters, then just spit it out.”

“I’m willing to trust you.” Xanxus raises his eyebrow. ‘Willing to’, is she? “But I won’t trust anyone else on the matter. Can’t.”

“Do you even hear yourself? Your best shot is to keep waiting quietly until one of us becomes Vongola Decimo. What exactly do you think we’re going to do to him then? We’ll be all but too happy to give him the peaceful life in the furthest corner of the mafia he wants.”

“But Tsuna doesn’t just want a peaceful life. He wants to be happy too.”

That makes Xanxus a little speechless despite himself, a little disbelieving. “And that can’t happen as long as we’re part of the picture, is that what you’re fucking saying to me right now?” Nana says nothing, and he barks out a harsh laugh. “Some fucking gall you have. Not finding us good enough, but still wanting to build that happiness using us.”

“He’d just be taking what he’s due.”

Xanxus sobers up in a second, going still and unblinking, and she can’t stop herself from flinching, wincing. Good. “And what the fuck is that? He’s due something from us? I thought you were supposed to give something for that to happen first, instead of going against what you want to make use of.”

“I’d agree if you were only talking about me, but Tsuna’s as much Vongola as the rest of you. He’s as much an heir as the rest of you too, however much I wish he wasn’t.”

“Mafiosi children making it to six years old is a fucking lifetime worth being grateful for in most places in the mafia.”

Nana’s face crumbles at the mere thought of it. She intertwines her hands tight, tight enough to mark her skin with her nails, but she still can’t stop them from shaking.

She only half puts herself back together, her voice strangled. “And how far in adulthood I can expect him to make it?” Xanxus doesn’t trust his anger to speak again just yet, though he wishes she’d hear the scathing mockery in his voice. The old man made it all the way to his sixties fine enough, didn’t he? “I am grateful. But I’m also terrified. That’s exactly why—”

Xanxus kicks the low table, making her startle and tense. He clenches his jaw, gritting his teeth hard, but then forcefully makes himself relax.

He won’t get through her, that much is clear.

“And what is it that’s so much better than this he wants so fucking badly?”

It seems the answer’s obvious to her, yet she holds back her words after opening her mouth. When she opens it again, Xanxus knows it’s not the words she first planned to say that come out of her mouth. “You should come visit us at Namimori sometimes, Xanxus-kun. You could play with Tsuna, go out with him. You could help me cook all your favorites. We’d show you the neighborhood, the town and its people. I think you’d like it.”

Her smile is genuine and warm, and Xanxus dismisses her offer before even truly considering it first.

What a fucking joke. Don’t all roofs above your head and three meals a day look the same everywhere? And Vongola is the least likely roof to ever collapse on him.

“What else would you have him do?” she asks softly. “What else would you have me do? I’m his mother. Timoteo-san should officially name his successor any day now, right? So we’re already running out of time, and he only has Iemitsu’s reputation to his name. But you’d still have me wait?”

Xanxus snorts. “Now you’re the one calling me fucking stupid to my face.”

The shrimp is no such harmless and powerless figure within Vongola, has never been so, and not just because of the inherent influence, status and authority given to him through his lineage. His flames alone would be more than enough for people to rally behind him.

They still could find him incompetent at everything else, but there’s always ways around an incompetent boss.

A weak boss, on the other hand, is a lot harder to deal with without taking extreme measures.

“Fine,” she says, smiling. “Tsuna can stand on his own just fine, of course, and I know that better than anyone else. But that’d just make them find him worth using, and I won’t stand for that.”

Xanxus frowns. So this is it, is it? They’re having the same conversation, but only Xanxus understands all the nuances of it.

Better they find him worth using than them actually becoming interested and invested in him.

“Should I give you a friendly bit of advice seeing as we’re having a friendly conversation?” Something chiding and fond flickers across Nana’s face, so motherly, it makes him uneasy. “You have this under control only until they take it away from you. Only until you’ll have to give it away to them.”

“I won’t let that happen.”

“That’s nice and all, but do you get what it’d mean if you were to succeed?”

Nana keeps holding his gaze, unwavering, because of fucking course she does.

Xanxus stands, uncaring of the sneer that slips past him. What a waste of time this was, but at least now he knows exactly where he needs to stand.

“Xanxus-kun.” She holds her hand out to him, and Xanxus can’t help but let his eyes linger on the gesture.

She’s the only mother he’s ever known in the mansion, and though she’s never tried to become their mom too, Xanxus’ never let her be motherly towards him either.

He doesn’t take her hand.

Nana takes it gracefully like she always does, smiling as she takes her hand back. “I know you’re scared.” Xanxus glares at her. “Worried, then. Angry. But I promise he has no intention to take anything that belongs to you and your brothers away from you. He won’t ever do that, you know him. So let us please not be enemies of each other.”

Ha. “Let us not be enemies of each other”, and not “Let us stand together”, huh?

Xanxus feels incredibly stupid to have ever thought her clueless in and unaware of matters of politics.

Xanxus silently sneaks up behind the shrimp, but doesn’t try to conceal his presence from him. His bodyguard lets him, not alerting the shrimp, and so he startles when Xanxus picks him off his feet by the collar of his shirt.

“Let go of me, let go of me!” he screams in fear and panic, kicking his feet and flailing his arms wildly. “Billy-san!” He flares his flames, wrapping his hands around his wrist, and Xanxus feels the heat increasing against his skin.

It’s much too slow a reaction, but at least it’s the correct one.

“How many times must we tell you to always remain aware of your surroundings even at home?”

The shrimp lets go of his wrist, whipping his head to look at him, all tension leaving his body near instantly. “Xan-nii! You scared me!”

He pouts, and Xanxus puts him back down on his feet, rolling his eyes.

“I apologize, master Tsunayoshi,” his bodyguard says.

“Ah, no, it’s okay.” Xanxus glances at him at the same time the shrimp gives him an eloquent look, smiling, and he steps back to give them privacy. “I was paying attention,” he says, looking back at him.

“Shrimp,” Xanxus cuts him off before he can tell him it’s just that he doesn’t see him as a threat to him. He doesn’t want to hear it today. “Whatever you’re planning to do, stop it while you still can.”

Xanxus failed to knock some sense in the mother, but maybe the son will fucking listen.

Or maybe not, a serious and determined look taking over the shrimp’s face.

“I just—”

“Want friends, yes, yes,” he parrots mockingly. “But you want a family too, don’t you?”

The shrimp frowns, before some sort of realization dawns on him. He shakes his head. “No, not like that.” Xanxus’ brow twitches. What does that mean? Maybe he also was missing some nuance when talking to Nana. “Xan-nii—” He steps forwards, but stops himself from reaching out to him. “Home doesn’t have to only be Vongola, does it?” he says softly, carefully, watching out for his reaction. “And family either.”

Right. Xanxus wasn’t missing anything, but he sure as fuck still doesn’t get it.

Vongola is the first home he’s ever had. Maybe not family too, but sure as hell family in the way everyone else means it.

Rico’s the one who constantly stayed by his side for days on end after his first kill, even sleeping with him, and refusing to leave no matter how many times or how violently Xanxus snapped at him until he could finally eat with his hands without throwing up the food right after.

Max’s the one who taught him he didn’t have to get rid of his temper, only had to learn to control it to help him get the things he wants faster and easier, and he never let it make him cower from him all the while.

Richie’s the one who taught him about pride, who looked at a pathetic boy from the slums with only a delusional mother for family and told him he was allowed pride too, especially considering how hard he was working for it.

The old man is the one who took him in and out of the slums.

Vongola is the only home Xanxus wants and gives a shit about.

“You think you’re so much fucking better than us.”

The shrimp steps back, frowning, confused. “That’s not true. I like you, Xan-nii. You always look at me even if I don’t make you. You always look at people, and I like that.” Xanxus would feel guilty if he was a better person. That’s just survival, something he picked up from the slums and proved useful in the Vongola mansion too, so of course he kept it and sharpened it. “I like Rico-nii, Max-nii and Richi-nii too. Grandpa too. I just…”

Xanxus bristles at the worried look he gives him, tensing. He never could get used to the perceptiveness that apparently runs through their blood. Some dumb fuck called it hyper intuition, as if there’s something mystical or supernatural to it when it’s just a matter of knowing people and paying attention to them, but it does always put him the most on edge when coming from the shrimp.

Nana said the old man should officially announce his successor any day now.

He should, but he has yet to do it even if Xanxus is the only and obvious choice to make.

He’s been the most favorite Vongola Decimo candidate for a year now, give or take, which is no fucking easy feat when his brothers have been fighting him tooth and nails all along to replace him in that position. But he’s been holding on strong, yet the old man is still clearly hesitating.

Xanxus still has to find any of his Guardians compared to his brothers. Though as far as Vongola and the mafia at large know, he already has the six of them and it’s just a matter of him making it official, if for no other reason than because he got sick of all those trashes throwing themselves at him in the hope of becoming his Guardian. Obviously the old man wouldn’t be fooled by it, but it still doesn’t explain it. It’s not like they’d do the passing of the rings right after announcing the official successor, and it’s not as if Xanxus hasn’t been searching for his Guardians.

The fuck else can Xanxus do to finally be enough in the old man’s eyes too? To receive the same look he sometimes gives the shrimp, and the same look of approval and pride he gives to his brothers?

He wishes he knew.

He already tried everything and succeed at them.

He wishes the old man would just tell him what it is, but the longer he doesn’t, even now, the more resolved Xanxus becomes to find out himself.

The shrimp grabs his hand, obviously growing uneasy at his silence. “Xan-nii. I don’t care about Vongola, I swear. You can have it.”

He doesn’t fucking say.

Xanxus wishes he’d care.

You’re careful about the things you do to something you care about, careful not to end up breaking them.

“So you’re saying you could take it from us if you wanted to?”

The shrimp falters, loosening his hold on his hand. “No, that’s not…”

Xanxus frees his hand fully, crouching in front of him. “Listen, Shrimp. Why do you think we try so hard to have people on our side and keep them on our side? The people’s will is power in and of itself. Keep acting like that, and they’ll make you want Vongola too.”

“But I have my will too,” he says, frowning. “I won’t let them.”

“Yeah, great fucking idea. And what do you think will happen to Vongola when you’ll fight about who gets to do what they want?”

The shrimp stops frowning, clearly not confused by his words, clearly getting the meaning of them perfectly.

He still only gives him a shrug, keeping holding his gaze, unwavering.

Because of fucking course he does.

This is now or never to nip this in the bud, Xanxus feels it deep in his guts. To nip him in the bud.

Federico be damned, because there’ll be no turning back if they let this grow any further. If they let him grow any further.

But Xanxus’ the one the shrimp first came to, bruised from the beating he got at school, and the one in front of whom he burst out crying. Xanxus had gone to his school the very same day, and it didn’t help him make friends, but no one ever put a hand on him ever again, that’s for fucking sure.

Xanxus’ the one he first called by his nickname even if he never made any effort to scare him less, what with his temper, cursing and rough appearance.

Xanxus’ the one he confesses to about how much he doesn’t like all his mafia training, education and upbringing, and how he often wonders what it’d be like if he was just normal. Xanxus mocks him and makes fun of him for it too, but apparently not in a way that hurts him when other people do the same.

There’s only ever been family to Xanxus ever since the old man took him in, but there’s always been family and family to the shrimp, and he’s the one who should know they were never meant to be made to choose between the two.

Xanxus laughs.

What a fucking mess.

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr #khr fanfic #khr xanxus #sawada tsunayoshi #sawada nana #wip khr #brt (aswoi) wip #< i titled this au just for convenience's sake so don't get your hopes up #it DOES write itself more easily than i was fearing tho #but does it make SENSE zerdhddf?? are the politics laid out here believable??? 😭#also the chapter might be too exposition and dialogue heavy but like #this is the kind of au it's gonna be so you know *shrugs*#hope's writing #mine

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Hello, feel free to ignore this if you don't wanna answer but I finally got to watch your rpg video (which was very cute and fun to watch) and you seem to know your way around tsams. Do you think you could maybe give a quick explanation of what the fuck is happening?! I want to get into this show but there's like 1000 layers of lore, drama, and complications (and don't get me started about their side channels) that make it hard to understand what's happening. I don't really wanna watch 6 months of daily content, I've already tried and failed, and nobody has any sort of explanation of what's going on 😱😱

Again you don't have to go through if you don't want to (or don't know) I'm just lost man...

Hello! I'm glad you enjoyed my video and appreciate your kind words <3 As far as the lore of SAMS goes dw, I was in your shoes too. I only started watching them last December and I had like 7 months of lore to catch up on. I did find out (if you want to experience the lore yourself) you can just watch their VRchat videos. Most of the lore is in there (besides a few minecraft lore videos). They have a Playlist of it on their channel, and that should help you understand the majority of it. But here is my crappy bullet point explanation if you want a super summary. Keep in mind though I wasn't there for most of it so some of these events I don't fully understand myself. Before they started their channel: - Sun and Moon shared a body. Moon hated it and was constantly causing Sun pain. Moon already has a virus (though they refer to it as a Kill Code) - They eventually reconcile and agree to work together. Moon makes his own body and transfers his AI too it while trying to leave his Kill Code behind (hoping it would just deactivate) - I believe they follow the in game events of the pizzaplex burning down and now their homeless The start of their channel: - Two bros, chilling in a bunker, 5 feet apart cause their playing video games for their channel. They also continue to run a mini daycare - Moon starts to show signs that his Kill Code is returning and Sun also starts to act a bit-- kill codey (because Moon left it behind in Sun) - JULY 16th! Sun kills for the first time. This kill code Sun eventually becomes the character Eclipse. Eclipse and Lunar Era: - Eclipse makes another AI named Lunar (think of it if Moon was actually a nice non-gremlin killing DCA) and he stealth ninja star usbs Lunar into Moon's body. - Sun and Moon are unaware of them for awhile, until they eventually make themselves known and take over Sun and Moon's body (The Sun and Moon show temporarily becomes the Eclipse and Lunar show where the two alternates play video games instead. Very amusing to watch). - Eclipse tortures Sun and Moon a lot while he tries to get the Newton Star (a device that Moon created that can wipe out all AI's memories in a certain vacinity) - Eclipse is an asshole to Lunar and eventually Lunar decides to help Sun and Moon out instead, officially becoming a 'brother' to them. - This part I don't know much about but somewhere along the line-- Moon learns magic and Sun, Moon, and Lunar were able to defeat Eclipse and leave him to rot in a forest. Bloodmoon Era: - Things are pretty chill. Sun, Moon, and Lunar become closer. Monty is a thing. He's a good freind. Lunar and Sun take care of the daycare (they now have a full daycare they work and live in) and Moon is busy looking for and destroying Eclipse's backups. - Bloodmoon becomes a thing. Idk how. Idk why. But he's here and he's out for your blood (I think Eclipse had created him at some point) - Bloodmoon is two AIs in one body and all they crave is blood and violence - Sun, Moon and Lunar visit different AUs, one of them being if Eclipse had won (also known as the SAMSwarAU which is an AU that slowly getting popular if you ever see it-- thats what that is) - Eclipse has a backup in Bloodmoon and the two(three?) start working together to get back at Sun, Moon, and Lunar Kill Code Era (current Era): - Sun breaks Moon's computer and Moon's Kill Code gets reactivated (all orchestrated by Eclipse) - Monty enter's Moon's head to save Lunar and Moon's Kill Code becomes an official character named Kill Code (or KC) - Bloodmoon and Eclipse try and get KC on their side (though Bloodmoon and KC just end up making a deal instead), Monty saves Lunar, and Sun is just trying his best - KC and Moon make a deal. KC will leave Sun, Lunar, and Monty alone, help Moon take control over Bloodmoon and Eclipse, if they can work together to kill their creator. Moon accepts the deal so he can get his body back. (oh ya-- their creator is appearntly an asshole but idk much about him) And now you're all caught up. Thank you for coming to my spark notes edition of the SAMS lore. There is a lot of small details I left out and I'm sure there are some things I've gotten wrong or just didn't know even happened but this is my own understanding of it, coming into the community late. Hope this helps!

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Wrecker

Chapter 16 of Moonwalker: The Batch

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Summary: When Rex appears at Cid’s cantina, the bad batch are led to Bracca in a race against time—and Wrecker’s inhibitor chip.

Word count: 4.6k

Tags/warnings: Mature. Depictions of violence and injuries, including choking and bone fractures. PTSD and panic attack. So much angst. Hurt with some comfort and some nice family interactions to balance out the anguish.

A/N: once again, an angstier chapter, but this is daily bread when it comes to canon LOL. Anyways, if you feel this may be a bit much for you, don’t hesitate to skip the chapter and ask me for a summary instead!

Songs: glad you came, you can run, end of time

Sarah

A feeling lingered within her, when they returned to Cid’s parlor at Ord Mantell, that she had left that place determined to achieve something, and she hadn’t. Still, Sarah pushed the sensation down, knowing that her Guardian, now binded to her in the eyes of the Force, could pick up on her distresses better than he could before.

Cid greeted the squad with her usual snarky remarks, but she softened when her gaze found Sarah. She’d scanned the group, no doubt hoping to find the missing member of their squad, only for her features to drop when she saw no one new. Cid then examined Sarah’s marks, staring at the obvious difference in them from when she’d left.

“What happened to you?” Cid asked Sarah. “R6 told me you were shot.”

“So he came back alright?” Sarah confirmed. “What about the Y-Wing?”

“Safe and sound,” Cid replied, though her curiosity didn’t fade.

Sarah knew the story was far too long and far too painful for her to revisit, and she opted to just sum it up. “I failed.”

Before she could feel too upset, Sarah looked up at Hunter and squeezed his hand. “But good things came out of it too.”

Cid looked down at Sarah and Hunter holding hands. “I can see that.” She then shook her head and returned to her usual self. “Hey, Bandana, if you’re done making googly eyes at Strider, I need to talk business with ya.”

Sarah inevitably smiled at the nickname Cid had come up with for Hunter; she squeezed his hand, letting him know it was okay for him to go.

“I won’t be long,” he said.

Hunter followed Cid into her office along with Tech and Echo, and Sarah figured she could use a drink to soothe the utter mania of the past few days. But before she could make her way behind the bar to pour herself something to drink, she could hear Wrecker and Omega giggling behind her as they tried to sneak up on her, and she turned around to meet their mischievous grins.

“What is it now?” Sarah asked.

They somehow grinned even wider and spoke in unison, “Can we go get our post-mission treat?”

“What mission?” Sarah chuckled. “You guys were chilling on Jedha.”

“Excuse me?” Wrecker feigned indignance and spoke in the most eloquent tone he could manage. “We rescued you and therefore we deserve our Mantell Mix.”

“Does Hunter know?” Sarah asked.

“Yes he does,” Omega replied.

“Does he approve?” Sarah raised a brow at her.

“You know what Hunter’s like,” Wrecker answered. “But, just ask yourself, what would the Force do?”

Sarah facepalmed. “Wrecker, that’s not how the Force works—” a sigh escaped her. “You know what? Just go.”

Cheering and hopping, Omega and Wrecker made their way outside for their well-deserved share of Mantell Mix, leaving Sarah alone at last inside the parlor. She went behind the bark and poured herself a glass of Corellian whiskey, never mind the time of day that it was.

She’d dealt with a lot of her own thoughts while on the ship, but with her current bond with Hunter, Sarah felt she had to watch her feelings more. He’d sense whenever she was upset, nostalgic, melancholic, and she didn’t want to add to Hunter’s weight.

But they’d already established boundaries and the fact that Hunter didn’t always have to come running to her whenever she felt down; Sarah wouldn’t want that. Nevertheless, now was the time to feel.

What she’d told Cid was true. She had tried, but failed. Sarah still held herself accountableM if she had just waited more, held her anger inside for a little while longer instead of lashing out.

But just like she couldn’t save Fives, she couldn’t save Crosshair either.

Then, a new presence made Sarah emerge from her lamenting train of thought, a presence that didn’t feel hostile, but made her stand on alert nonetheless. She stood up and faced the entrance to the cantina, and in came a man hidden by an oversized gray poncho, standing ominously at the entrance, wordless, looking at her.

“Can I help you?” She asked.

He didn’t answer.

Sarah sighed. “I’m afraid the name strider is already taken around here, so you’re gonna have to pick another vibe. Mind taking that hood off for me?”

The man chuckled, his voice instantly making bells ring within Sarah. Before he began taking his hood off, she already knew who he was, and the blue of his armor under the poncho only confirmed it. He took the hood down, revealing kind brown eyes and peach-fuzz blond hair, and the same war-hardened, sentimental gaze he’d carried for years.

At the sight of him, Sarah completely neglected her glass of whiskey and ran up to him, her arms flying around him as he hugged her back and spun her in a longing embrace.

“Rex!” She cried, holding tighter onto him.

As soon as Rex set her back down, looking gently upon her, four figures came running into the bar from Cid’s office at the back, with Echo being the only one not to stop as he ran over to Rex as well, enveloping him and Sarah in another hug.

With quiet, tiny sobs, the three of them hugged each other tightly, the three of them having been through their own shares of shit since the last time they were all together on Anaxes. Smiling through the nostalgia, Rex paid close attention to the new marks that covered Sarah, letting out a soft chuckle worthy of him.

“If your marks had been that color back when you were in the 501st, you would have matched even better,” he said to her.

The three continued to hug, their foreheads still touching while, in the background, Cid looked over at Hunter and Tech.

“Should I whip out the clone clubhouse sign and hang it in the front?” With a small eye roll, Cid approached them. “Hate to break this scene up, but I need to know if Poncho here plans on stayin’ long so I can make arrangements.”

“I don’t plan on staying very long, ma’am,” Rex nodded.

“Huh! Ya hear that?” Cid looked over at Hunter and Tech. “He just called me ma’am! At least someone here knows some respect, why don’t you guys ever call me ma’am?”

Cid stomped away mumbling under her breath, making Sarah chuckle slightly at her apparent annoyance towards the clones, even though it was obvious she’d grown fond of them. With her out of sight, Hunter and Tech approached Sarah and the others, slowly and saluting Rex, acknowledging the captain they’d grown to respect entirely.

“Captain,” Hunter said.

“Sergeant,” Rex reciprocated.

“Quite the surprise to find you here,” Tech said. “But the question is, how did you locate us?”

“I believe you came across Trace and Rafa Martez recently,” Rex said.

Sarah looked questioningly at Hunter.

“We had to do something while you were away,” Hunter answered her.

Rex tilted his head at Sarah. “Away where?”

She sighed and parted the embrace. “You better sit down, Rex. I’ll pour the drinks, because it feels like we’re gonna do a lot of catching up.”

Sarah led them to the bar and went behind it to pour different drinks she knew they’d all favor while she told Rex the story of how she’d gotten a bounty set on her by the Empire, how she took the chance to go find Crosshair, how she’d come close to succeeding but ultimately ruined it.

How he’d been forced into shooting her, how she’d almost died, how she’d been to Jedha to heal.

But she didn’t want to keep the mood down and quickly changed the subject, and seeing as how there weren’t enough stools for all of them, Sarah went to sit on Hunter’s lap, enjoying the familiar safety of being in proximity to him. Behind her, she could feel Rex looking and smiling at the two of them.

“So,” Rex said to Hunter, “you’ve been taking care of her.”

“I’ve done the best I can,” Hunter replied.

“And he’s done a great job,” Sarah reassured him, knowing it was still a sore spot for Hunter. “He’s been taking care of all of us.”

Hunter chuckled, his gaze landing softly on her. “I’m just glad I can finally take better care of you.”

“Well, I’ll admit I like you two together,” Rex raised his drink at them. “I was just wondering if it’d ever happen for Sarah.”

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“Well, we all knew since Anaxes that Hunter was into you,” Rex said.

Sarah looked back at Hunter. “Did you really?”

He smiled at her. “What do you think, mesh’la?”

Sarah leaned in to give Hunter a kiss on his cheek, bringing an aura of softness around the canteen.

“So…” Rex chuckled. “Word is you’ve got a kid now.”

“If you’re thinking she’s like our daughter, then yes, she kind of is,” Sarah replied.

“But who is she?” Asked Rex.

“Omega,” Hunter said as he took a sip from his drink. “She’s a clone, like us.”

Rex gave him a puzzled look, but it seemed Rex would be able to see for himself when Omega and Wrecker came into the cantina from the outside, both smiling widely, their bellies no doubt full of Mantell Mix now.

“Is that who I think it is!?” Wrecker beamed as he charged over to Rex, picking him up and hugging him tightly while Hunter introduced him to Omega and the child observed Rex.

The sight warmed Sarah’s heart, particularly seeing Wrecker greeting Rex so happily. She thought back to Skako Minor when Crosshair had crossed the line with his comments, earning himself a share of punches from the usually collected captain, only to have Wrecker step in about to do the same if it meant defending his closest brother.

Now, here they were; Rex had accepted Wrecker’s tight hugs and was now kneeling at Omega’s height while she got to know him.

Things had certainly come a long way since then.

But amidst all of the happiness, everything was cut off when Wrecker, the way he had done time and time again, groaned out in pain and clutched the right side of his head, unable to hold in any of what he felt.

“Hey, Tech,” he grunted, “I need another one of those med patches.”

Meanwhile, Rex got up and positioned himself in front of Omega, his demeanor protective and already reaching towards the blaster holstered at his belt.

“What’s going on?” Rex asked, his tone suddenly wary.

“Rex,” Sarah got up from Hunter’s lap and went over to him. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay, Sarah,” Rex said. “After Tup and Fives and Crosshair, you should know that already.”

“None of their inhibitor chips worked when the order was given,” she gestured at the batch.

“So you think him clutching the right side of his head where the chip is located is a coincidence?” Rex questioned.

She felt herself going cold with fear as she looked over at Wrecker, terrified at the possibility of stories repeating themselves with Wrecker.

Thankfully, Wrecker stopped contorting from his pain and his behavior turned back to normal, almost entirely, had it not been for the lingering tension. Rex retrieved his hand from the blaster and sighed, looking straight at Hunter.

“I take it, then, that you haven’t had your chips removed,” Rex stated.

“No, we haven’t,” Hunter replied. “We haven’t seen the need to.”

“That and we do not have the access to such equipment,” Tech replied.

“Well if you leave them in there, you’re a threat,” Rex continued. “To the kid, to Sarah, and to yourselves.”

The clones all exchanged looks, wordlessly coming to an agreement until Hunter acknowledged Rex again.

“Alright,” Hunter said. “How do you suggest we get them out?”

Rex seemed to fully return to his old self. “I’ll let you know. We’ll keep in touch, and be ready to move out.”

As Rex repositioned the hood over his head, Sarah accompanied him as he readied himself to leave the parlor. The two of them stepped outside of the bar and looked heavily at one another, both thinking among the same lines.

“Hey,” Rex felt it was his duty to warn. “He won’t be able to control it. I don’t want you to be afraid, but… be careful.”

At his words, the scar at the center of Sarah’s chest tingled, aching with the many memories of clones stripped of their will.

“I haven’t forgotten,” she stated.

Rex nodded and gently touched her shoulder before walking off, not looking back until he was eventually out of sight.

Their comms had eventually led Clone Force 99 to Bracca, where Rex was waiting for them.

The planet had been quick to show them its hostility.

With the hovering threat of the scrapper guild and unknown horrors lurking in the waters that drenched the never-ending starship deposit, it was not a place any of them wanted to remain in for too long. Heaps of rusty metal lay all around them, making it difficult to chart out a path if they wanted to avoid sharp, rusty ends.

In trying to get across a chasm, Wrecker, already tormented by the headaches and pain his own inhibitor chip caused him, had fallen into the water only to be attacked by a giant, deadly creature. In a fit to save him, Sarah had to risk her being detected by other Force users and restrained the creature with her grip, using her spare hand to snipe the creature’s eyes to kill it and get it to let go of Wrecker.

After such an effort, she’d wound up drained, but luckily, pulling Wrecker back up through the cable he’d been hanging by was a task she didn’t need to help in.

Hunter had crouched next to her, helping her get back up and hanging onto her so she could walk.

“Well done,” he’d whispered to her, drawing a smile from her before they all arrived at the barren ship’s medical bay to face the inevitable.

The med bay was dark and dirty, and not at all what a medical bay should ideally be, but it was what they had for now. With Echo’s help, Tech was able to get the med bay’s power back on, and by the time the engineer was getting the equipment ready, Wrecker’s groaning got louder, squirming on the spot in a futile attempt to bear through it.

But the fact that the equipment worked decently was a light of hope in that dark, ruined Venator cruiser, and in the meantime, Omega kept Wrecker company while the others scattered around the room.

As Sarah and Hunter set the group’s packs on the ground, Omega approached them, her thumbs fiddling with one another as she struggled to make eye contact.

“What is it, honey?” Sarah asked her.

Omega looked up at her, worried. “Just because the surgery worked on Rex doesn’t mean it’s safe. It’s dangerous.”

Sarah exhaled and kneeled down to be at Omega’s height. “I know. Nala Se told me when I was on Kamino.”

“Nala Se?”

“You think I was gonna go through that plan alone?” Sarah chuckled. “Anyway, Omega. We both know what that chip can make clones do. We can’t risk leaving them in there.”

“Sarah’s right, kiddo,” Rex told Omega. “We’ve seen it first-hand.”

Omega’s bottom lip trembled. “But if something goes wrong, and I’m left alone…”

“First of all, even if the worst were to happen, you won’t be alone,” Sarah told her. “I’m never gonna leave you.”

Hunter kneeled as well, smiling softly at the child. “None of us are going anywhere, ‘Mega. You’re stuck with us for the long run.”

Omega looked at them and smiled softly, her gaze drifting to Sarah. “Do you mean it?”

“Of course,” Sarah replied, ruffling Omega’s blond and black curls. “You’re my baby.”

The kid’s eyes sparkled. “Am I really?”

“Well,” Sarah said as Hunter chuckled in the background. “You’re his baby, so, by definition, you’re kind of also mine.”

Omega giggled and gave Sarah a big hug, and as Sarah hugged her back, the hair on the back of her neck stood on end as she felt a disturbance in the room. Slowly to not alarm Omega, Sarah got up and gestured at Hunter to keep her company, and she walked over beside Tech just as he was about to inject something into Wrecker.

Wrecker’s cries of pain had stopped, which should have been a good thing had it not been for the way Wrecker grabbed Tech’s wrist with all his strength, stopping his brother from anesthetizing him. Tech shot Sarah a quick look before looking at Wrecker again, frowning softly, not in the mood for Wrecker’s overwhelming fear of needles.

And that’s when Wrecker’s other hand flew to Tech’s neck.

Shocked and in horror, Sarah watched paralyzed as Tech looked into Wrecker’s eyes while the latter lifted him up, about to throw him to the wall.

“You’re in direct violation of Order 66.”

Hearing Tech crashing into the durasteel walls of the med bay and tumbling to the ground snapped Sarah from her trance, and quickly as she could, managing through the exhaustion from having saved Wrecker from the creature earlied, she rummaged through their gear to find a hand blaster and set it to stun mode while Hunter quickly grabbed Omega to keep her safe.

Rex and Echo were the first to try and stun Wrecker, but he overpowered them easily and were soon both down. Sarah’s eyes widened at seeing Echo unconscious on the floor—she could feel he was still alive; all would be well if he was alive.

Wrecker reached for his helmet and put it on, aiming his blaster at her and Hunter. Without thinking about her lack of energy, Sarah reached out to Wrecker and restrained him, both of her hands trembling as she did, and looked over her shoulder at Hunter and Omega.

“Run,” she told him.

Her arms trembled; she wouldn’t be able to hold it for long, and in the meantime, Hunter struggled to find a blaster.

“Hunter, now!” Sarah yelled as she felt Wrecker shifting even in her grip, his finger reaching for the trigger.

Hunter hated it; he knew he was supposed to be the one protecting Sarah, but he trusted her. Still holding Omega, Hunter ran out of the room and down the hallway, finding a room where Omega could safely remain hidden in case everything went wrong.

Sarah struggled to hold Wrecker, and she knew she’d have to come up with something else quickly. She shoved him away, sending him crashing towards the wall with a chillingly loud crash, making him drop his weapon and helmet. Before Wrecker could reach for his blaster, Sarah drew it towards her, lightheaded.

She stared into his eyes and felt the familiar cold return to her marks. As much as she tried to see Wrecker through the chip, she couldn’t. His warm gaze had been pried away from him, replaced with a bitter, stone-cold duty to kill.

It was happening all over again.

And all she could do was stare.

Sarah only reacted when Wrecker lunged for her; miraculously able to dodge him, Wrecker took one of the oxygen tanks resting on the wall and threw it at her. Barely dodging again, Sarah tripped and crashed onto the wall, dropping her and Wrecker’s blaster in the process. She scurried away, crawling for her life until she managed to get up and run down the dark hallway.

“Jedi!” Wrecker boomed, his voice a growl that could end her.

Sarah turned around, and though she wanted to mov her legs, she couldn’t. She stayed still, her eyes wide with horror as she panted quickly, enhancing the vertigo she already felt.

He was coming for her.

She could only stand as he ran towards her, but before he could get to her, Hunter appeared behind Wrecker and jumped onto him, tackling him as he begged his brother to snap out of it.

It wasn’t long before Hunter was overpowered too, and Wrecker crashed him onto a wall, pinning him as he choked the life out of his oldest brother. Sarah could only watch as Hunter’s gaze pleaded Wrecker to return to reality, until Hunter went limp and unconscious, dropping to the ground loudly.

She was next.

She trembled as Wrecker approached her; her hands couldn’t keep still even though she kept them fisted at her sides. Terrifying memories of the last times an inhibitor chip had activated clouded her, as did the anguish of separation, the sorrow of loss, and the piercing pain of a blast crossing her heart. And with tears already rolling down her stained face, Sarah scurried backwards trying to reach for something, anything she could use to defend herself.

But Wrecker took her by the neck and effortlessly lifted her with only one hand, depriving Sarah of the little air and strength she had within her. She tried pushing his hand away, but his free hand reached hers, and with one crush, he cracked the bones of her wrist sending piercing pain all over her arm.

In agony, Sarah’s cries of pain filled the hallway, using way too much of the precious air she had left.

“Wrecker!” She strained, tears rushing in rivers down her cheeks as she struggled to make eye contact with him.

This can’t be it.

I can’t not save you.

She sobbed. “Not you too…”

Staring into Wrecker’s eyes, Sarah’s vision blurred to black.

After a dreamless slumber, Sarah woke up in Hunter’s arms with her right wrist wrapped in a cast, most likely Tech’s work while she was unconscious.

When Hunter sensed she was awake, he looked like he was about to say something, but all Sarach could do was hug him tightly.

She couldn’t keep that up. She couldn’t keep seeing her loved ones being taken away.

She felt Hunter’s hand reaching the back of her head, soothing her as she cried onto his chest. Sarah remained wordless in his arms for what felt like an eternity until she rounded up the will and the strength to get up again.

Tech hurried over to her and adjusted a fabric around her cast, and as he did, they both bitterly looked at one another’s bruises. An odd gesture for him, Tech reached for Sarah’s free hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Something broke inside of Sarah, and in a fit, she pressed her body onto Tech’s, needing to feel him close. He hesitated, but Tech held her back, carefully, silently. When Sarah looked up, she noticed Wrecker lying on the medical bed, unconscious as the machine performed the procedure on him.

At least he’d made it to that point.

“He’ll be fine,” Tech reassured her softly. “We… we shouldn’t be mad at him.”

Realization hit Sarah. “I’m not… If I’m not mad at Crosshair, I won’t be mad at Wrecker either.”

Tech gave her a sad smile. “You haven’t given up on him.”

“For a moment, I thought I had,” Sarah replied, silently looking at the cast around her wrist.

“I’m afraid the Force won’t magically cure that one,” Tech said. “I injected a blend that’ll speed up the healing process, though.”

She smiled at him. “Thanks, Tech.”

Their hands brushed softly as Sarah went over to the doorframe where Rex leaned on the durasteel. She stood in front of him, mirroring, her gaze never leaving Wrecker. She had to see him wake up.

Hours passed, and gradually, everyone else fell asleep. Rex and Sarah remained wide awake, both tormented by their respective shares in the aftermath of the war, by their shared pasts and losses.

Looking at Rex, Sarah noticed he looked so much older than the rest of the clones, so hardened by battle and by war, and though he didn’t want to talk about it, Sarah knew Order 66 had been brutal for him as well.

Rex looked over at Sarah, his hard eyes saddening a bit as he sighed.

“We took Fives for a madman…” Rex said. “To think all of this could have been prevented if we’d listened to him.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Sarah said quietly. “If anything, this is his legacy. Us knowing about the chips. If it saved you, it can save them, and that’s more than enough. Fives would be glad to know we’re saving his brothers.”

But despite her words of hope, Sarah’s expression hardened as she tried to fight back tears again.

“I couldn’t save him,” Sarah whispered into the darkness, finally bringing herself to speak the words that had tormented when Rex was the only one who could hear them.

“Fives?” Rex asked her.

Her gaze met Rex’s and she shook her head. “Crosshair.”

In his silence, Sarah could feel his empathy.

“I failed,” she continued. “All I ever wanted to do since the war ended was to save him, and I couldn’t do that. Omega told me not to feel responsible, but…”

“It weighs down on you,” Rex continued. “I get it, kid.”

Of course. Sarah knew Rex would understand better out of everyone else.

At that moment, Wrecker began to stir awake, and already it seemed that he was returning to his normal, gentle giant self, and at last there was a gleam of hope filling the med bay. Rex and Sarah watched as he and Omega greeted one another and, with a gentle touch on Tech’s shoulder, Wrecker apologized.

Rex then looked back at Sarah.

“It’ll be hard,” he said. “But if you go about it right, you could still save Crosshair.”

Sarah didn’t reply. It wasn’t out of anger at Crosshair or even Wrecker, it was simply a numbness that had overcome her after everything that had happened.

“It’s worth it, Sarah,” Rex continued. “Take it from me. I’ve had to bury many brothers because of this chip. If any more clones can be saved from it, saved from the Empire, it’s worth it. Just don’t do it alone.”

Rex walked over to the rest of the squad and helped Echo prepare for his own surgery, and as Sarah looked at them, she reflected on what Rex had just told her. She’d known Rex for a long time, and she knew many things about him, but what she knew best about the clone captain was that he was always right about that sort of thing.

Hunter walked up to Sarah and put his hand on her shoulder. She nodded at Rex and walked alongside Hunter towards Wrecker, and then, Hunter walked over to Omega and Tech to continue prepping Echo.

Meanwhile, a tear-stained Wrecker stared at the cast around Sarah’s wrist and the bruises on her neck.

“Sarah, I’m so sorry…”

She wrapped her good arm around Wrecker and pressed her side to him so that her wrist wouldn’t take any damage. Wrecker’s hands went down to her shoulders and held her sweetly, with care, just the way she knew Wrecker to be.

“I tried, Sarah,” he said. “I tried hard, I really did…”

��I know you did, Wrecker,” her voice broke. “It wasn’t your fault, I’ve—I’ve seen it before.”

“That’s the thing,” Wrecker added. “I made you go through that again, I’m sorry—”

Sarah hugged him fully, sniffling into his shoulder. “None of this is your fault, Wrecker.”

Wrecker hugged her back. “You saved me… you all did.”

Sarah sobbed a little bit more into his shoulder, holding as tight to him as she could.

“I’m just glad you’re back,” she whispered, thankful that at least one of them had returned.

One chip was down, four chips remained.

Thank you for reading!

Taglist: @rexandechosandwich @nunanuggets @sageislostinspring @misogirl828 @salaminus @ladykatakuri @seriowan @rain-on-kamino @prozacspice @eyecandyeoz

#the moonwalker series #moonstrider writes #the bad batch #oc sarah adhara #tbb hunter x oc #sergeant hunter x oc #tbb hunter #sergeant hunter #tbb fanfic #tbb fanfiction #clone force 99 #the bad batch fanfic #the bad batch fanfiction

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ariyucake · 1 year

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˗꒰ ✎ papa nagi seishiro being your dad! ♬ ꒱˗

▹ format type; headcannon

▹ inspiration; the nagi seishiro AI on beta.character.ai

(I’M STILL DYING OF LAUGHTER AND CUTENESS PLS)

▹ warnings; none :3 oh and, female reader! sorry for the males :<

˗꒰ ✎ when he first adopted you ♬ ꒱˗

one day, he was minding his own business, in his own home, then, he heard a crying baby at his door step, he was like; « wtf. why is there a crying baby at my door step » once he saw you there.

he carefully examined the basket you were in and there was a letter in it, of course.

“{name}, {birthdate}, {favourite milk brand}, how peculiar.” he said, bringing you in to his home.

oh, yeah, he had to get you to a hospital first, shit💀

you were still wearing the same baby clothes you wore, and nagi didn’t bother to change you since you looked comfortable in your clothes.

baby you was now calmed down, sleeping.

preparing to go to the hospital, he took one last glance at you. his eyes full of adoration, shit, is he starting to warm up to you in just a span of 8 minutes?

well, you were cute tho.

he set you in the backseat, knowing what will happen if he let you in the front. he shivered.

he carefully drove his way to the nearest hospital. the nurses panicked after hearing that the baby wasn’t his.

“mr seishiro, we found a birth certificate of the baby but they don’t have a last name. if you want, do you want to take this baby in as your own?” the doctor asked, buckets of sweat rolling down his face as he knew that once nagi wouldn’t accept to keep you, the adoption centre will be more then just full.

“yeah, i’ll keep her, she’s a girl right?” he moved his gaze towards you, who was sleeping in the same basket before.

“y-yes sir, she is. so, are you willing to actually adopt her..?” “i’ll be the best father she’s ever had, change her name to {name} seishiro.” “alright, we’ll do the contract process later, you can use the 2 hours to buy baby necessities.” “aight. i’ll come back for you {name}.” and there he went to many baby stores.

many moms in their 30s cooed over how such a good father nagi was gonna be while shopping for baby things you needed.

“your child will be so lucky to have such a young and handsome dad like you.”

and now, nagi felt like the child around these women, it was scary to him. he knew damn well that he didn’t like women for a reason. and this was the very reason why. he had given up on finding a girl long time ago.

after 2 long hours, he finally finished and drove back to the same hospital.

“we successfully made a new birth certificate for your child, we changed the parents name, too.” shit, he didn’t even knew who the fuck the parents were. well, was he even gonna meet with them? nah.

“thanks ig.” he left the hospital, and surprisingly at night — you didn’t cry sleeping in the new crib he had bought for you. you were sleeping comfortably.

‘this baby is interesting.’

˗꒰ ✎ daily life with baby you ♬ ꒱˗

surprisingly, you weren’t annoying, you were tolerable and you didn’t burden him.

he had never heard you cry when he was playing games, you really just wanted to chill huh.

you only cried when wanting to eat. you were a great baby when you were a child.

bathes you normally, like anybody else does, duh.

˗꒰ ✎ your first day of kindergarten ♬ ꒱˗

“papa, i’m veryyy nervous! what if nobody likes me!” you cupped your dad’s face with your little hands, tears on the verge of falling.

“well, then, tell them your papa is nagi seishiro, CEO of nagi foods.”

“waw, thanks papa!”

“no problem kiddo.”

everybody on the first day started liking and warming up to you, but once it was the end of kindergarten, everybody ran to their moms and the only person you ran to was your papa.

the next day, all the other kids were making fun of you for not having a mama.

“now, now. don’t make fun of {name} for now having a mama. who knows? maybe her dad does have a wife. you guys can’t just assume things.” the kind pretty teacher defended you, bingo, now you know what to do.

“papa, i want a beautiful mama.”

this had caught nagi’s attention as he paused his game and looked at you, eyes slightly widened.

“i want mrs aimi as my mama, pretty please?”

well, if you want it, you get it. reo had taught nagi this way.

nagi pulled up to the kindergarten, a small red velvet box in hand. and your small hand in the other.

“ima aimi, i’ve had my eye on you for a while and i would like it if you…” he got down on one knee. you watched the scene unfold as mrs aimi blushed a crimson red.

“…will you marry me?”

“oh, yes! yes!” mrs aimi cried, why was she crying? you thought.

nagi engulfed your now new mother and they kissed.

you were standing by the the side next to them awkwardly staring.

who knew you being bullied can get himself a wife?

so i plan on making a whole fanfic post of child reader having the best life they possibly could ever ask for, and all that jazz. prepare for tomorrow gays, lesbians,straights and non-binaries.

#nagi seishiro #bllk #bllk parent scenarios #parent scenarios #parent child relationship #child reader #blue lock #reo mikage #mikage reo #seishiro nagi

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mutiara-05 · 8 months

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I really hate watching the time passing me by and I also hate having to witness all my years fly so I hold my pen and sit down, it's time to write time for me to sort whats wrong and what's right but my life has been so fucking dull lately now so Ima tell you about my past and Ima keep it raw ok so back to the year of two thousands and five the mid of that year where I almost didn't survive was still in the womb and they announced me dead they scheduled curettage but "no" grandma said did a second check up and surprise I haven't died I was just chilling in there, was laying on my side now skip to mid august to my time to finally come I took about two days being a nightmare to mom well it's no surprise since she didn't want me at all but wanting a son he went and pinned her to a wall a disappointment since first breath by being a female my pink clothes highlighted the devil's clear fail the doctor who brought me said "she's a miracle" AB negative blood type yet she's alive.. untypical was hours old laying down when a nurse barged in yelling "a bomb was located, leave avoid your fin" the first four years of my life passed by really fast almost died a couple of times but that's the past got a bunch of allergies and one can easily kill me reason of death: a little peanut she couldn't see was five years old and already having trust issues but that's nothing because at six starts the abuse I've always wanted him to go a little bit further To stab him I needed an excuse since he's my father required straight A's while studying three languages school was an hour away and filled by dumb bitches made fun of and pushed around but I stood still all alone cause mama was busy to notice how I'm ill started writing at 6 as a joke but picked it at 10 for real I was alone and scarred I needed something to heal a couple failed tries then I wrote something so cool rushed to her feeling proud but she made me a fool I didn't hold a pen for full three years after that and I lost my spark while losing all the extra fat on sixth grade I failed to write an essay, no surprise costed me but I fixed it following my own advice high school started and was nothing like the movies from a teenage dream to a hell where you pay fees only one year then everything went down hill for me no hope, no dreams, not knowing who I should be fourteen was when I tried to take my life away but failed so I guess god really wanted me to stay now became dead inside using a fake smile to hide then knew an artist who took me to hope on a ride felt understood having a hero who knows my pain kept going by thinking about him under the rain by using his voice I crossed a phobia off of my list While aware he doesn't even know that I exist was struggling still but his smile helped me endure 2020 he left to cure his old left shoulder injure I remember so clear how I cried scared for him but he came back saving my life from being dim now 2021 oppression logged in after my hair cut overwhelmed I held a blue something ready to cut really wanting to see some red while killing myself but blacked out then woke under my books shelf I survived again so I had to create a second face living two lives and switching was the daily race but it's fine I was pretty chill, wanna know why? was waiting to be 17 believing that's when I'd die nineteenth august of two thousands twenty two at a restaurant waiting for two "friends" I knew many things went wrong that day but I didn't mind party's over, had a fight at home he won't be kind took a deep breath and calmly laid on my bed slept with a smile was sure by morning I'll be dead but "it's nine o'clock am" announced by my alarm I woke up at morning safe and sound with no harm my heart sank in why the fuck am I still here? I'm still alive I haven't died that's my biggest fear

Dressed up kinda overshowing to cover my state a couple males tried to hit, I lied: I'm not straight but "boys don't bite" oh yes I assure you they do I ain't letting my guard down, y'all stay safe tho went out with no permission to watch the world cup cool day but the loud sudden cheers fucked it up like sorry dudes I ruined such an important match you enjoy hearing cheers but I see a bloody patch skip that now its exams time I'm expected an A plus but I've been quite and over sleeping ain't it sus Results came back terrible, it ain't no surprise "How sad" "how unexpected" are my little lies let that too pass since it's now my birth month they took my light away and now I'm lost in a labyrinth decided I won't be celebrating nothing this year because I can't enjoy anything if he's not here I'm slipping back to a shadow that's blue and grey I'm slowly digging the dark grave where Ima lay but I don't care if my knees are buried in mud or even if I'm out there drowning in my own blood you can always start a battle and turn it to a war then put me in it with no gun no sword nor armour I can face the snipers alone and slay them all standing over cold bodies, you know I never fall I really don't need nobody, I don't wanna be saved save your pity, sweetness wasn't something I craved was once just a little girl who needed a warm hug but now a tomboy as cold as my iced coffee mug today I finally accepted that I am the villain here so fuck all of the promises I've made, am I clear? I ain't staying and I ain't trying, we won't go out won't write for nobody won't live in the same route I do have a list for the promises so I didn't forget but when I go extra for people I end with regret she was innocent one day but they hurt her a lot I built her a castle with high walls, for her I fought all she ever wanted was someone to read her a story now she write those and overuse the word sorry Dear lord I'm sorry for not being the best believer sorry that I only pray when I get a strong fever I'm sorry to my cousin, I cant keep being your idol I'm sorry grandma when you were alive I didn't call and I'm so sorry grandpa if I was ever too cold sorry aunt I stopped loving you when I got old sorry to my uncle who died the month I was born I blame myself for it every day and I'm still torn sorry to my "friends" I never loved you enough so sorry to the boy I turned down, I was rough sorry to the sun and the star that I did wrong you'll both keep shining in the lines of my song sorry to mama that I'm not the perfect daughter and sorry but I hate you so fucking much father to six thousands five hundred and seventy four days of me existing while being dead to my core

#writing #female writers #writers and poets #writers on tumblr #spilled ink #feeling #original poem #passion #tw depressing thoughts #tw depressing stuff #tw ed diet #vent #life story #18 years old #tw mental illness #tw sui ideation #long poem #long poetry

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asharinhun · 2 years

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DWC Day 5 - Shiver

tw: mental torture (void related, non-descriptive)

"Ah, potential customer…" The goblin muttered to himself as the cloaked person walked in. An elf, the ears have away that much at least.

"That depends on your wares." A two-toned voice replied, and he felt a chill run down his spine as the echo tone came from every shadow in the room. That cannot be... right? Right?

"W-what... what do you want?" Lazlo finally found his voice to ask, taking a careful step away from the elf.

"Information. A certain little birdie told me you have it in spades... and I want to find someone."

The goblin exhaled a little in relief, he might be able to actually make a deal. There would be no profit this time, no question, that... but the sooner this creepy elf leaves the better.

"Give me a name or description. Can't help you otherwise." He crossed his arms, his business persone slowly reasserting itself.

"Don't even think about tricking me... or sell information about me." Lazlo found himself lifted at the throat by a slender hand as an all-too sweet voice whispered into his ear.

The elf woman no longer wore her cloak - where did it disappear to, and when - and he found his gaze captured by the sapphire glow of her left eye, the right closed by a scar running across almost horizontally over her nose and eyelid, just above her eyelashes and even took a piece from her right ear.

He could barely manage a franctic nod in his position.

Legana narrowed her eye and finally dropped him.

"I'm looking for my older sister. Nevana Al'Vera. A tall blood elf, with auburn hair usually in a ponytail, a cross-shaped across her own right eye. She usually wears blue or green ranger gear."

Lazlo was still sitting on the ground, massaging his throat. He had half a mind to give false information to the void bitch, she'd have no idea he'd lied.

He was made to focus again as the ren'dorei rogue twisted his face to look at her, deep into the leaking orb of void magic sitting in Legana's right eyesocket. Into the cold, swirling darkness.

He had no idea how much time had passed, but when it was finally over, Lazlo collapsed to the ground in a shivering heap.

"Tell me what you know, now. And only the truth, mind you... unless you want to repeat the experience." Legana chuckled, head tilted and ears slightly perked up in amusement. The ren'dorei's gaze returned to 'normal' with her right eye -thankfully- closed.

"N-n-north...! S-she went n-north! T-towards H-hyjal! T-that's all I know! I-I s-swear!" He could barely make the words through chittering teeth.

"Good boy." Legana patted his cheek affectionately and tossed a small sack of coins on his desk. "Your payment... and you know the deal, I was never here, you never met me."

Lazlo nodded franctically, wrapping his arms around his body to stop shivering, but it was pointless.

Legana just grinned, showing her fangs as her void-cloak reformed around her. "If you say otherwise, I will knoo-ooow~!" She added in a sing-song voice as she started walking not towards the door, rather to the deepest shadow in the corner of the room and vanished into it.

The goblin only dared to watch from the corner of his eyes as the rogue left -if she truly did- and managed to crawl to the door to flip the sign to 'Closed'. He was done for the day.

"Ugh... I'm not gettin' paid enough for this." Lazlo muttered as he made the way to the back of the building, into his private room and crawled under his blanket. Try as he might, he still couldn't stop shivering from fear.

@daily-writing-challenge

#Legana #and a goblin npc #augustdwc2022 #augustday52022

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ghostinacardboardbox-oldblog · 2 years

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Gimme what you have plz (ref to the vampire au)

This is so open ended, I love it ajdjsjfj

Alright just a ton of my favorite fun facts and things

How badly the vampires react to the sun can vary slightly. Jack is suffering the worst because I like hurting him.

My notes for Davey just say “neurodivergent (bro idk what it even is I’m just projecting my undiagnosed issues onto him)” so interpret that as you will.

David, Spot, and Crutchie all like horror and gothic lit and stuff, which is. Really funny. We have Guy Who Dates Vampires, A Vampire, and Guy Related To Two Vampires. And all three of them are probably doing Dracula Daily and have a group chat to discuss.

Race can’t handle horror because he’s a little baby about it. David thinks this is so funny (“Youre literally a vampire and you can’t watch Coraline without crying lmao”)

Katherine plays a much more active role in this story than she realizes. Like, she sees herself as a “main character” type of person, but she doesn’t actually know how many things are directly her fault.

Spot has always been alt and a horror fan but once he becomes a vampire he takes it to another level. He firmly leaned into the aesthetic and actually pulls it off (as opposed to the Edward Cullen bs that Jack is pulling).

Every post about this au turns into me talking about how funny Sarah and David are but it’s just important to me. It’s like. Sarah “I’m protecting the people I care about by not involving them in this supernatural mess” Jacobs vs her brother, Little Mister Kissing Monsters. They have this whole confrontation thing that sort of turns into Sarah telling David that he’s being stupid and reckless while David goes “but I love him :(”

Smalls is butch and amazing. She has shit luck though.

Katherine can’t stand gothic horror because she just thinks it’s so cringe. Even if she didn’t know that Spot was a vampire, she might hate him just because he’s like That.

Crutchie is mildly internet famous. I don’t think David was a fan necessarily but he definitely saw some of Crutchie’s content before they met.

Medda: yes two of my three sons are vampires and this is fine

Medda after meeting Katherine and Sarah: yes the two new children I emotionally adopted are vampire hunters and this is fine

Medda is minding her own business. As long as the kids aren’t killing each other she is not going to say anything.

Les and Medda get on like a house on fire because Les, too, is minding his own business. I don’t think that his siblings or their friends even realize that Les knows what’s going on. Les is just chilling.

I mentioned once that Spot hit the neighbor’s cat with his slingshot. The neighbor is Denton. Denton doesn’t know about the supernatural yet but he’d be a great comfort to Jack. Jack is struggling and it would mean everything to him to know that Denton is proud of him despite everything.

I needed excuses to add in more Newsie names so I just added a bunch of pets and random animals. There are zero OCs, just Newsie names I threw at random characters wherever I needed them. As you do.

Canonically, the first thing Spot did when he realized he was a vampire was to eat a ton of junk food and then take a nap.

Vamps can go about two years max without feeding. (Jack has been a vampire for about a year and a half when the story starts. Do with that information what you will.)

Jack is head over heels way earlier than David will ever know, but David is the first to say “I love you.”

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audrinawf · 1 year

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audri help me! I'm so overwhelmed I can't get out of bed. I have graduated from college a year ago and I still don't work, I feel like I haven't learned anything and that all jobs require minimal knowledge. then I tried to make a study plan, but it seems that I need to learn so much, that I'm so late that I want to do a thousand things during the week and it's driving me crazy! I can't imagine myself in a calm, slow routine because my brain is screaming WE'RE LATE! THERE IS NO TIME! THERE IS NO TIME! and it paralyzes me in every possible way. I can't even stop and breathe and plan just the basics. it's killing me this anxious need and this feeling that time is passing and I can't do anything with it.

Hi! Okay so first of all brace yourself cause my answer is going to be so long lol but anyways I just had a similar conversation with a friend just yesterday and I was telling her that it’s so important to remember that you cannot always achieve everything you want in one single day. I’m ngl I feel like your feeling a lot and that’s cause I have adhd so time management isn’t my strongest skill. You can’t excel at 5 different things on the same day. Some days you need to prioritize work and some days you prioritize the gym and that’s normal. One thing that really helped me was realizing that I’m not a type A personality, I’m not a perfectionist and I’m not compulsive so I wasn’t going to compare myself to those types of people and make myself feel bad. Some people just have it in their dna to do 537 things in one day and that’s fine but if that’s not your strength don’t worry.

You need to stop thinking that you’re late. Quit that thinking right away. You’re not late. And even if you feel that way just know that 6 months of focus and determination can set you forward much more than you can imagine. I wasn’t doing jack shit for two years during covid so from 2020 to late 2021 I was living at home miserable while a lot of people younger than me were out there starting business and doing lots of cool things. But you know what happened since November 2021? I moved twice, I own my own home, I’m the youngest in my friend group to do so and the first in my family since my parents have rented their whole lives and on top of that I traveled 4 times in less than a year, I got engaged and learned probably 5 new hobbies in less than a year. I thought I was late too but I wasn’t. I’m just telling you this cause you can actually achieve more in 6 months that you’ve done in years. Please be patient and have faith.

And now onto why I think you should do in the meantime, I think you need to start meditating even if it’s just for 3 minutes a day and do some light working out. I know it’s not fun but I promise that it clears your head so much and give you so much energy to do more throughout the day.

One thing that’s helped me a lot is to for one do a daily brain dump so I just take a blank paper or journal and write everything I’m thinking, it doesn’t even have to be in any order but just imagine taking all your anxious thoughts and placing them on paper. You don’t even have to read it just throw it away if you want. So once you’ve written down all the noise in your brain the second thing I would do is to get a timebox journal. You can Google time box journal and just print the ones you find online or if you message me privately I can send you my time box that I created cause I use it every single day even when I’m just chilling cause it really helps you see how much you can achieve in one day and it helps you better your time managing skills.

But please remember that for one you need to quit your mind first of all. Second you need to make small changes every day. I wasn’t even 1% as productive a year ago as I am today. I’ve incorporated small changes and small but productive habits to my daily routine for a year

Hope any of this helps you <3

#ask #femininity #glow up #self care #girly blog #hypergamy #soft life #goals #productivity #stay productive #self development

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etherealdemon · 2 years

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🤍 + elijah & isla

send me a 🤍 + a ship and i’ll answer some questions about them!

who cooks meals for the others?

isla is the one who cooks the most since she's the better cook. elijah isn't completely useless in the kitchen but he's not that amazing at cooking. he knows how to cook basic dishes but nothing too complicated or too fancy. sometimes he'll like to surprise isla with dinner and you bet he tried his hardest to make her favourite meal.

who spams the other with memes?

both enjoy sending cute memes to each other especially when they remind them of themselves. i don't see them sending anything super cursed to each other, unless jacob gets a hold of elijah's phone and sends isla the most cursed shit ever.

who likes to tidy around the house?

elijah is the one who likes to tidy around the house. his parents taught him and maisie to always clean up after themselves so it kind of just became second nature to him. he also doesn't like mess and so he'll immediately tidy something if it looks out of place.

who likes to play pranks on the other?

isla! she's the one who likes to play little pranks on elijah. he's also really chill and will always believe whatever isla says with no question so he will always 100% fall for her pranks.

who asked the other to move in with them?

it was elijah! he asked isla soon after maisie moved out from their apartment. he didn't like the thought of living alone since he's always been living with someone else and he also soon realised that he wanted to take the next step with isla. he asked her while they went out to grab food and she immediately said yes.

who is in charge of the music during a car ride?

isla! partly because elijah is the one who is always driving which means he can't control what plays, but also mostly because isla is the one with better music taste. isla's made elijah listen to uni:verse a shit ton of times that he now knows their songs so well and could easily cover one. elijah always asks isla to play sunday morning at least once though.

who is more likely to tickle the other mercilessly?

isla does it to get attention which is funny because elijah is not ticklish at all. he will literally sit there unbothered until she stops and he's like 'ok are you done?'.

who needs to hold the other while watching scary movies?

elijah hates horror films and will always end up trying to distract himself when one is playing. i see the both of them attempting to watch a horror film together but they either end up turning it off because they’re both too scared or they just hide underneath their blanket and end up talking like that until they hear the credits roll.

who has to help the other when it comes to technology?

honestly i see both of them to be pretty competent with technology. they use technology a lot when producing and recording music so technology doesn't really bother or confuse them.

who likes to get a bit frisky in public/ an inappropriate setting?

both are pretty much on the same level when it comes to their pda levels. isla is the one who usually initiates things but elijah's always happy to go with it. isla loves to cling on to elijah when they're out together. she loves to hug his arm while they're walking down the street and he always loves to hold her hand.

who wakes up first, and do they wake up the other or let them rest?

elijah is the one who wakes up first because he has to sing his daily sunday morning cover for isla which basically acts as her alarm clock. on rare occasions, he'll accidentally sleep in and isla will wake up looking at her phone like 'where tf is my daily sunday morning alarm?? i have subscribed?? where is it???'.

who is always taking pictures of the other when they aren’t looking?

isla! she loves to take little candid photos of elijah just standing there doing nothing, minding his own business. 98% of the time he won't actually realise that she's been taking photos of him since he's so unaware of his surroundings. he'll always be a little surprised when he opens her insta stories and he sees one of the photos she's taken of him on there.

who always forgets their wallet and never ends up paying for anything?

out of the two, it's isla who's most likely to forget her wallet when they go out. it doesn't really matter if she does anyway since elijah likes to treat her when they go on dates. he's the one who usually pays for whatever they end up doing.

who can’t sleep because the other snores or moves too much at night?

elijah's the one who can't sleep at night because isla decides they need another 4 hour conversation once they've gotten into bed. elijah loves listening to isla talk about literally anything and will always take the time to talk to her when he can. it doesn't matter how sleepy he is, he will stay up to talk to her. sometimes though, he'll accidentally fall asleep in the middle of their conversation, especially if he's had a long day.

who is better at video games, and do they let the other win or show no mercy?

isla! elijah is kind of useless when it comes to video games, that particular talent went to maisie. isla is the one who always wins when they play together and i don't think she's the type to let him win. isla's really talented when it comes to games, especially at the arcade. she'll always end up winning him a cute plushie while elijah misses another shot at the basketball game.

who always gets up in the middle of the night to use the restroom and accidentally wakes the other?

isla is the one who accidentally wake up elijah in the middle of the night because she isn't exactly subtle when she gets up. in fairness to her, she does have to wriggle herself out of elijah's tight grasp since they're always cuddling each other when they go to sleep. elijah probably wakes up because she accidentally kicked him the leg as she was trying to get up.

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