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thezombieprostitute · 4 months

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Dream Come True - Part 2

Summary: The “Garbage Men” are the guys in the mob who get the dirt on others and clean up after the higher ups. They have many different ways of gathering intel by running legitimate businesses. One such business is Jefferson/Jensen’s cyber cafe where you regularly go to work. You’ve actually become good friends with Jefferson’s daughter and Jensen’s niece. You even volunteered as their after-school tutor. One day, there’s a robbery attempt where you get hurt protecting the girls. This is how you are introduced to Curtis Everett, the guy in charge of the “Garbage Men”.

A/N: Reader is plus sized, femme. No other descriptors used.

Warnings: Shooting mentioned, not written. American healthcare system. Insecure reader. Bullying with an emphasis on fat shaming. Please let me know if I miss any!

Part 1 -- Part 3

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It's only been a few days but you find yourself unable to follow the advice of the medical staff and get some rest. Your brain won't let you. You've got budgets to consider, a resume to update, and follow up appointments to schedule. Thankfully when Jake and Jefferson had brought the girls for a visit they made sure to bring your laptop.

Because you hated not knowing, you opted to spend your time researching to see about how much you might be getting from that back-pay promised by Curtis. Jefferson had assured you that Curtis did, in fact, have that kind of pull but "please don't dig too much into it." You got the impression not everything was on the up-and-up but you have bills to pay so you agreed.

On day four you got a notice of deposit from your bank. You took a look and your jaw dropped. That couldn't be right! You'd done the research. There's no way even an experienced, highly qualified tutor would ever be earning that much! There must've been a mistake! You immediately make a note to tell someone who knows Curtis.

Curtis and Mace were going through their weekly itineraries. Between the two of them nothing got lost. Mace would, occasionally, grumble about needing a vacation but the two of them were the only people who keep all the moving pieces in mind.

"At least we can check a few things off the list this week," Curtis grunted. "Hal's got the bugs planted in the Smith law building. Jake's confirmed they're working."

"Fowler confirmed McMann won't be a problem," Mace reported. "Apparently the guy's busy trying to hunt down the guy that ran away with his wife."

Curtis chuckled at that. "That was Nat, right?"

Mace smiled, "yeah. Nat called "dibs" and we didn't have a counterargument."

"McMann's gonna spend a long time searching," Curtis shakes his head. "Nat's the best at not being found when she doesn't want to be."

"And the Missus is definitely better off," Mace agreed. "Nat's setting her up for life."

"That reminds me," Curtis interjected. "How's the back-pay for Hero doing?"

Mace double checked a few things on his phone before replying, "it's been deposited into her account."

"Good. One more thing we can cross off the list."

"Not yet, actually," Mace hesitated. Curtis gave him a curious look. "Turns out, she's trying to get ahold of you to talk about the amount. Beck says she's adamant that it's too much."

"Huh," Curtis's eyebrows raised. "There's something you don't hear every day. I'll talk to Barber and got some legal-ese that'll explain without explaining."

Mace nods and the two continue their meeting, switching to ongoing tasks.

"Excuse me?" It's been a few days since the money hit your account and you've finally gotten a visit from Curtis.

They kept you at the hospital longer because your stress levels made it "irresponsible" for Dr. Beck to discharge you, lest you have a heart attack as soon as you get outside. At this point you're certain Dr. Beck wants to get as much money from your stay as he can. Everyone who visits, however, says otherwise.

"Hazard pay," Curtis patiently repeated. "That's why there's so much more money than you expected."

"You can't expect me to believe that!" You are indignant. "That's not how hazard pay works. I've done my research Mr. um, Mr." you pause because you realize you don't know his last name. You feel the pang of embarrassment because you've been saying you've done your research but you don't know something as simple as a last name! You push past it and continue, "I've done my research, sir!"

You open up your laptop and bring up all of your documents of notes, focusing in on the bibliography. "I've got data from reputed tutoring websites, the Department of Labor, Glassdoor, even the Bureau of Labor Statistics, and none of them support the amount I was given."

Curtis finds himself smiling. He's been talked back to plenty of times, but never like this. "You're cute," he blurts out.

Thinking he's making fun of you, you look away from him and try not to show too much hurt. Curtis assures, "I'm not saying that to belittle you. You really have put a lot of work into this."

You shake your head, "it's besides the point, sir. You've grossly overpaid me. I know you've overpaid me. Yet you are refusing to acknowledge this."

"That's partly because I'm not sure why it's such a big deal to you," he calmly states.

"Because I don't want to cheat you!"

"Are you saying there's a price limit for saving my nieces?"

"I mean, technically there is. Could probably use some actuarial tables used in life insurance policies to find it out." Curtis gives you a hard glare but you persist, "I'm not saying that your nieces aren't priceless. I'm saying that I don't want to take what isn't mine. This is a lot of money and I don't want you going hungry or something because you feel you owe me when you don't. I only did what any decent person would do!"

"It's been my experience that decent people are rarities," Curtis stated. "As such they, and by extension you, should be treated well and given plenty."

"That's another part of the problem," you sighed. "I have not been told anything specific but I've seen and heard enough to suspect that this money might not be... legitimate."

Curtis's jaw tensed up. He'd have to have a word with the J's about being more careful. "I assure you," he nearly growled, "that the money you received was honestly earned by us and then you. All tax forms have been taken care of. All employment paperwork is settled."

You meet his gaze, undeterred by the intensity in his eyes. You see no signs of trickery. Nothing in those icy blue eyes indicating he was hiding the truth from you. You nod your acceptance and he relaxes a bit.

"Now," he says in a much lighter tone, "was there anything else?"

"Um, just one," you replied. "You said that I'm officially employed? That you might have more work for me? Who am I employed by and what other work should I be ready for?"

"The official name of my company is Everett Enterprises," he explained. "That's the company title on your W-2. As for the "other work" that was implied, it's simply a notice that I may have other employees in need of a tutor. I know Hal has been looking at getting his GED."

"So all you would need from me is more tutoring?"

Curtis can hear the tremor in your voice. You're a good person who doesn't want to get mixed up in anything illegal and he's happy to accommodate that. "Yes," he asserts. "Though that may involve helping some of my people learn how to cite their sources like you did."

That gets a half smile from you and Curtis considers the conversation done. "Now please follow the doctor's orders and rest up," he pleads. As he turns to leave he says, "make sure to get your beauty sleep."

Because he's facing away he doesn't see your face fall at the comment.

Part 1 -- Part 3

Tagging @alicedopey because I promised I would.

@dontbescaredtosingalong

@icefrozendeadlyqueen

@texmexdarling

@veltana

@winter-soldier-101

Let me know if you'd like to be tagged.

#curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x plus size!reader #plus size!reader #mob!curtis everett #mafia!curtis everett #dream come true

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celestialfantasiess · 1 year

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hellooo im back 😍 did u miss me

obessed w ur writing right now oh my gosh 🤭 could i request a mc who sings a lot out in the open? like they could js be in the house of lamentation and start singing random songs they love

theyre all ok with it.. but then mc starts singing a song that lilith liked.. how do they react? do they ask them to stop singing that song? to stop singing at all? do they just cherish the memory of lilith? or do they react some other way? i must know 🙏

- 🍭 anon!!!

requests : closed <3

Sorry for the inactiveness but i'm back at school after vacation so it's kind of getting used to it again and the fandoms i'm interested in really depend on the week with me so i'll probs start writing less for obey me and more for also other fandoms but dw if i haven't answered your request yet i still will but it might just take me a while. The give away will also continue as planned. :) And yes of course 🍭 anon, here you go. :)

。lucifer 。

‣ If he's holding something he might just drop it out of shock, that wouldn't be possible. It isn't possible what was he thinking. Lilith isn't here it's just mc.

‣ Immediately retreats into his office so he can work on his paperwork, he was so sure that mc had been Lilith. For the next few days he will throw himself into his work to forget how sad he had felt when he heard mc sing Lilith's favorite song.

。mammon 。

‣ At first he doesn't even notice what you are singing. he just likes listening to your voice whenever you do sing which is often. But once you get to the chorus he recognizes it.

‣ He watches you from the kitchen counter with glassy eyes. As soon as the song is over you he asks if you can sing it again.

。leviathan 。

‣ It's one of the few times he has come out of his room, when he sees you in the kitchen he immediately halts in his tracks and turns around. Even if you are his player 2 he has no energy to communicate with anyone right now.

‣ However when he turns around he halts in his tracks, that song you are singing. It's Lilith's favorite song. Pulling out his phone he records your voice and he walks back to his room without you knowing he was ever there.

。satan 。

‣ He himself has never known Lilith but because he was born from Lucifer he has some of Lucifers feelings about things.

‣ And somehow he almost gets a sad feeling, no that's not right, a nostalgic feeling when you sing this song. Even though he is pretty sure he has never heard you sing this before and he has no emotional link to whatever you are singing.

‣ Will keep listening and won't ask you to stop, is slightly confused as to why he is reacting like this to you singing a song like you always do.

。asmodeus 。

‣ He knew you were a great singer, you had sung to him on multiple occasions with songs of his request so it didn't surprise him when you were singing in the kitchen when he came downstairs.

‣ The thing that surprised him was that you were singing her song, Lilith's favorite song. His eyes turned glassy at the memories he had of her singing that song whenever she could not stopping once no matter how many people asked her to stop.

。beelzebub 。

‣ Is one of the few that really likes it because it makes him remember Lilith, how much she also loved singing that song whenever she could. How she wouldn't stop singing it even after having been asked multiple times to stop.

‣ Asks mc to sing it more often for him, he enjoys hearing it it makes him remember the good memories he has with Lilith.

。belphegor 。

‣ For a second he thought he was back in the celestial realm with Lilith, with her singing her favorite song whenever she could as often as possible. But no he is still in the devildom and she is far way from him in a place he can't reach.

‣ Won't ask you to stop and also won't outwardly react to you singing Lilith's favorite song but for the next few days no one is capable of getting him out of the attic while that specific song is playing on repeat in the background.

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puddingsdiary · 1 year

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We dare!

I know it was very quiet here for a while now. But recently I talked on discord with @perhaps-in-anotherdream about a scenario like the following and the thought won't leave me alone. So I brought it to virtual paper. Maybe I can hire her as my Muse? 😁

Just kidding, but I hope you like it even a little bit.

Without further Ado, everyone have fun!

Still a week to go until their long awaited vacation and MC already finished most of her work but Victor was still very busy. During the last year those two were so busy that there wasn't much time for a vacation, a weekend here and there, sometimes even in combination with a business trip. Fatigue had piled up until two months ago MC had a small weakness attack on a film set. Afterwards both of them decided it was time for a long vacation. Next week it's finally time for their 3 week leave to start. Victor had made the itinerary this time, saying that this trip's purpose was to recharge and relax, so all MC knew was that they would go to Paris first. Nevertheless MC couldn't wait for this final week to be over.

With a cup of coffee she went to the study to see if he had finished for the day when she heard him talking.

"We're doing fine. Thanks. What about you and uncle?"

Obviously his Aunt Alice had called. So MC entered hoping she could also talk to Aunt Alice.

"MC is also here, wait I'll put you on speaker." Victor put his mobile on the desktop and turned on the speaker as soon as he saw MC entering.

"Hello, Aunt Alice."

"My dear, you haven't called in a while."

"Uhm, yeah. I was very busy, you know. Your nephew is a demanding boss." Sticking out her tongue at Victor's frowned face, MC could hear Aunt Alice chuckle over the phone.

"Since I can talk to both of you… We've been asking us for a while now, and I'm sure you know that already, but still, you two have been engaged for so long now. When will you finally marry?"

MC didn't know what exactly to answer since Alice wasn’t wrong. Searching for help she looked at Victor while fidgeting with her engagement ring.

Victor sighed, he put his hand on hers.

"Aunt, we'll take the next step when we see it fit."

Now it was Aunt Alice's place to sigh.

"Don't wait too long, you two. Your father is longingly waiting for a grandchild."

MC blushed at this comment.

"Being married is not necessarily a prerequisite for becoming parents. Plus, I highly doubt it's father who waits longingly."

As if pouring oil into the fire, at Victor's counter her face became beet red.

"I know…"

"Sorry, Aunt, I have another call incoming and it's important. We'll call you when we're back or better, why don't we come to visit at the end of our vacation."

"Don't think I don't know you're dodging the topic. But ok. I see you when you come. Have a nice trip!"

The call ended with his Aunt laughing and Victor looked at a brooding MC.

"What's wrong?"

She shook her head. "No-Nothing."

"Are you bothered by her nagging?"

"That's not it."

"But?"

"Why are we still waiting? We've been through the rituals twice already but always just for show. Was this enough for you?"

"Dummy." Victor pulled MC onto his lap, his arms tightly wrapped around her waist. "How could this ever be enough?" HIs voice became so soft, it nearly melted all her doubts.

"I don't know. We've been engaged for two years now. Yes, especially last year was hectic and very busy…" MC's voice became quiet further down the sentence, not sure how to actually word her feelings. Even without words he understood the girl perfectly. Victor brought his lips close to her ear.

"Then why don't we marry before heading to Paris?"

His breath tickled her skin, the low voice sending a pleasant shiver down the body. It took MC more than a second to realize what he actually said. Looking at Victor in disbelief MC asked for confirmation.

"You mean now?"

"Of course, you seem not really willing to wait any longer, not that I don't feel the same. Maybe I've just waited too long for you to be ready, not seeing that you are. You just said it, we’ve done all the rituals western as well as traditional. What’s left is signing the papers." It was obvious, Victor was dead serious.

"Simply signing some papers isn’t what I thought about my wedding… And what about your family? We'd want them to be there." MC was not yet totally convinced right now.

"Dummy, of course we're holding a ceremony when we're back. You can have everything you want for our wedding ceremony."

The idea of eloping and coming back married finally took form in her head and a grin spread across MC's face.

"Yes! Let's do it!" MC threw her arms around his neck and planted a big kiss on his lips. Victor didn't intend to let her go easily and deepens the kiss. For an eternity there was only the touch of their lips against each other and tongues entwined in a sensual dance. The breath shared became thin and at the end they had to part to catch some air. While MC looked at Victor's slightly flushed face a thought crossed her mind.

"We have to tell your mum!"

"What?"

"Even if we don't tell anyone, we need to tell your mum. We should visit her beforehand and tell her. We can get married in Èze as well, right?"

Her words created a lump in Victor's throat. For a split second he was speechless. Warmth spread from his fast beating heart. MC once said that he was a grand miracle but Victor was convinced that the true miracle sat on his lap right now. To think of how precious his mother was and still is to him at this moment. If possible Victor loved MC even more now.

*Cough* "You're right. I'll make the necessary arrangements first thing in the morning."

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It was a nice sunny late spring day with a handful of small clouds sprinkling the sky. Victor strode towards his mother's grave. MC didn't speak, satisfied with walking next to him, her hand holding his. What they were going to do was very meaningful not only for Victor. She squeezed his hand lightly and he turned his gaze to her, the corners of his lips tugged up lightly.

As always when they were here, there was a hint of sadness deep down in his eyes, yet MC could clearly see how happy he was.

In front of his mother's grave Victor sat down, pulled MC onto his lap. His left arm was wrapped around her waist while the fingers of his right were entwined with hers. Just like he tended to do to calm MC down, her thumb drew circles slowly on Victor's skin.

"Hi, Mum." The voice was a bit hoarse and Victor cleared his throat before he spoke again.

"We're going to get married today and want you to be the first to know. It was quite the spontaneous idea to do it now, so please don't say anything to Dad. But don't worry. We'll celebrate with everyone when we're back home."

As if sending her blessing, the small cloud covering the sun for the last few minutes moved and the gras around the grave was bathed in sunlight.

"Look Victor! Your mum is telling you how happy she is for you." With a beaming smile MC looked up to him.

"Dummy, just coincidence that the cloud moved past the sun just now. But yes, Mum would be happy knowing you by my side." He placed a light kiss on her forehead and MC snuggled even closer, leaning her head on his shoulder. They stayed a little while talking about all the things that happened since their last visit.

Victor being efficient and very thorough was nothing new. Still MC questioned how he was able to make it happen, even in a rather small town like Èze you won't get a wedding date with the authorities within a week's notice.

After their visit at the cemetery Victor and MC returned to their hotel room. MC had one condition, even if not wearing a wedding dress at least she wanted to dress up nice and have a celebratory dinner afterwards.

“Are you ready?” Victor walked behind MC and looked at her in the mirror when she fixed the second earring to her ear, the pair he had gifted her the day of their first kiss.

"We need to go."

The dark blue dress flowed around her curves and the delicate silver threads weaved into the fabric blinked like little stars at every move. Victor thought of her as breathtakingly beautiful and she belonged to him. He couldn't resist and placed a kiss on that one spot in the crook of MC's neck normally hidden by her hair.

"If you continue like that, Victor, we'll miss our appointment and all my hard work to look beautiful is going to waste."

Still looking at MC in the mirror Victor's eyes made a promise that this is not the end here, sending a shiver down her spine. Nevertheless, he picked up her coat and helped MC inside.

"You're wrong. You're always beautiful." With those last words, he pulled MC towards the door.

The deed itself was done very quickly. As requested the official kept the ceremony to the minimum. So after both said their "I do." and exchanged the rings they just signed the official papers. Not even half an hour after entering they left the building as Mr and Mrs Li.

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The remaining vacation passed in the blink of an eye. As promised before returning home Victor and MC visited his family. In doing so, they killed two birds with one stone. Not only would they break the big news, they also pick up Pudding who was taken care of by Victor's father. For the big news Victor invited everyone for dinner at his father's.

Right after everyone had finished and they had moved over to the living room Victor ask for their attention. MC next to him, he pulled her even closer, on arm around her waist.

"We've an announcement to make."

Seeing the pair standing there like that his aunts got sparkles of expectations in their eyes.

"I won't say any names but a few people here were friendly nagging about a wedding date for some time now." Victor clearly looked at both of his aunts. Both women decided to play the innocent lamb.

"Well, I have to admit, we already got married. ... Three weeks ago in Èze."

All of the family sitting there looked at them speechless. Aunt Alice was the first one to recover somewhat.

"How dare you to not share this huge event with your family. Victor, I really thought better of you." Disappointment was clearly written on her face and Aunt Grace nodded in support.

"Aunt Alice, you've already witnessed our wedding a few years ago."

"That's impossible. I won't forget something like that."

"The rehearsal for your anniversary, where Victor and I were your stand-ins?" MC helped out.

"Ah! See as you said it was the rehearsal for our anniversary. How can it be your wedding. What nonsense are you talking about?"

Victor shook his head.

"Yes it was your anniversary but I meant every word I said." Saying this he looked at MC who answered his gaze.

"And while I didn't realize back then I also meant what I said." She turned her head to look at the others and grinned brightly. "So technically you witnessed everything. We just never signed the papers. That's what we fixed in France."

Aunt Alice came up close and poked both their chests.

"You cheeky little bastards." Then turned towards her brother in law. "Don't you have anything to say?" It looked like she had no arguments left for the moment.

"What should I say? My son always had his own head." Victor's father shrugged his shoulders helplessly. "But I was kinda looking forward to stand in for your father and hand you over to my son." Within his eyes disappointment was fighting with pride, that they pulled off something like this.

MC smiled at him, happy he was willing to do this.

"You'll get your chance, Dad, when we're holding a proper ceremony later this year. I can call you Dad now, right?"

Victor's father laughed and walked over hugging his now daughter in law.

"Of course, you could have called me this way earlier." Afterwards he pulled Victor in a hug. "I'm so proud of you."

Aunt Alice threw her hands in the air helplessly at the scene in front of her.

"What should I do with you?"

This time it was Victor who took the initiative and hugged his aunt.

"Accept it and be happy for us."

"I am. But don't think I'll let you off that easily. I expect a proper ceremony, just so you know! And don't dare to make me wait till New Year's Eve just because it's still *this year*!"

#mlqc #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc victor #mlqc fanfic #mr love li zeyan #mr love victor #mr love #love and producer victor #love and producer #love and producer li zeyan

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jotatetsuken · 2 years

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Kento Nanami Birthday Special

Kento: “A week? My birthday celebration for a week? Baby, please, I’m so tired that I can't get through one day properly.”

Aisha: “Baby, it's okay. They're all here to celebrate you. Besides, we'll wrap it up in time, and we'll have bread!”

Kento: “*sighs* Okay, fine. Hello everyone, welcome to my birthday celebration. She'll explain everything that'll happen this week, I'm going to the kitchen. If you'll excuse me.”

Aisha: “Kento, wait, don't go!! *sees him walking* Fine, it's always me who does the explaining. *rolls her eyes*”

Hello there! So, Kento's birthday's coming on the 3rd of July, and in addition to me completing 6 months of writing on Tumblr (thank you all so so much for supporting me), I have some mini-events coming up in honor to celebrate this man. <33 This will go on till the 6th of July. <33

Also, if this flops, I'm so sorry about that *sobs*

In Your Eyes (Selfship HCs): So, as y'all know I have a selfship with him. Thus, I have linked these F/O Asks for all of you which y'all have to ask especially in the case of Nanami. :D

Young and Beautiful (Selfship Scenarios): Let's say Nanami and I go on a double date with you and your f/o (and if you mention Nanami as well, I'll dress them differently just to make sure I recognize them hehe). Send me your pronouns, your go-to dish in a restaurant, and your selfship, and I'll tell you how we as a group would interact <33 (fandoms for selfships: hq, jjk, bnha, aot, tr, jjba) -> Josuke x Circe | Ash x Ran | Bunny x Suna | Leo x Sukuna | Peach x Suguru Geto

I Hear a Symphony (AU Scenarios & Character Headcanons): Send me an au version of Nanami (eg: baker!au nanami) and I'll mention some hcs :D the same thing goes for character headcanons ^_^

Say You Won't Let Go (Fics Review): I'll be posting a couple of fics this week -> Summer Vacation with Nanami | Nanami when he becomes a father | Nanami as a Naval Officer | MAYBE a fic with my JJK OC too!

I'll be linking the fics here as soon as I post them. Your feedback is truly appreciated <3 Additionally, you can send me an SFW fic/scenario of Nanami that you've written (NSFW ones on my side blog, you have to be 18+ with your age in the blog) or that others have written, and I'll review them <3

How to send in an ask for the event: Can I please request [In Your Eyes/Young and Beautiful/I Hear a Symphony/Say You Won't Let Go] for [rules mentioned in the mini-events <3]

Okay, now I have to run to help him jfnfkjvnfjv. See y'all in my askbox!! <33

Tagging some of my moots: @mrskenmakozume @beware-of-the-rogue @portfolio-of-dreams @peachsayshi @kagejima @ofallthingswhythis @25306 @rueren @wakatshi @xshinigamikittenx @bokuroskitten @blueparadis @21-06-1996 @animated-moon @trueformsukuna @aizumie @hyeque @atsumeii @satisfactooru @maitaro @jordyn-degas @solliiee @towoshi @sennsational @sanoinc @bxnten @decayish and others I may have missed, I'm so so sorry

#aisha’s nanami birthday special #shyna's milestone events #jujustu kaisen #kento nanami #nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #self shipping

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milatherese · 5 months

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Update (TW: suicide - call 988)

I'm back (and not really better than ever, in some ways).

Since mom got sick, I have been mostly emotionally numb. Because my family was sick, I ended up spending at least a month alone with the medical decision-making and managing legal documents all while balancing my job. I pushed my emotions aside to "get things done." And "get things done" I did.

I remember reading somewhere that it takes at least 21 days to form a habit…and I spent more than 21 days straight of blocking out my emotions.

I won't burden you with the details (plus, you can read the details on your own), but the gist of my emotional well-being since my mom passed has been non-existent.

At the end of the reception of mom's funeral, a friend told me "Let me know if you need anything." I don't' know what pushed me to tell him this, but I said "If you know of any places that offer a silent retreat, let me know. I think that's what I need." I was very much aware I had been numbing myself to take care of responsibilities. I was also very aware that I did not know how to address my emotions. I guess I figured that a silent retreat of some kind would help.

Within a week or two, a retreat was scheduled. (I found out he had enlisted the help of many friends to financially support me on this retreat – thank you, all.) Although it was only about 5 days, it was a very fruitful retreat. God was with me in every moment. And I'm pretty sure I saw mom watching over me as I slept. But I'll save the retreat details for another time.

I processed a lot of emotions (some of them seemingly conflicting – which I learned is acceptable and valid) but I knew it was not the end but rather just the beginning of tapping into my emotions.

Unfortunately, the legal (work) grieving period in the US is only a few days, so after my retreat, life continued as normal [as it could be]. I still went to work and I ended up accepting another job as a music teacher at the school. My summer was spent planning for the school year as well as visiting my mom's side of the family (primarily for historical documentation reasons, before the rest of them pass away or lose their memories) and meeting my now-LDR's boyfriend's family (!!).

Soon after my "vacations" ended, teacher training began. And as soon as teacher training ended, school began as well. And as soon as school began, there began an uptick in special Masses. And as soon as all these things kept piling up once again (and very quickly, I might add), I went to my "default" of dealing with stress: numbing.

I had gotten so good at numbing my emotions that I could no longer quantify how close I was getting to my tipping point. (70% = I need to seek professional help)

[skip the next 3 italicized paragraphs if you ignored the TW]

My boyfriend visited me in October for about 10 days and I ended up spontaneously attempting to commit suicide twice. Obviously, I failed, but the fact remains – I attempted. I had never done anything of the sort. The furthest I had gone was having suicidal thoughts, and those were mostly fleeting moments.

I tried retracing my thoughts for the first attempt to see what suddenly led me to go from what felt like zero to one hundred…During a 3-hour drive home, I had received a call from work about certain things missing – because I accidentally had them with me. It wasn't a big deal, but to me, it was because others would be affected by it. It was then that I had my "first" thought: "I will get fired at my dream job because I failed." I called my dad who was at home to see if he could bring it to work on my behalf, but his tone sounded angry (or sad – he has the same tone for when he is angry or sad, but I decided that he was probably angry at me). And then I had my "second" thought: "I failed my father." Nevertheless, I continued driving home. "Being 3 hours away wouldn't help me," I thought. Part of the way back home, we (my boyfriend and I) stopped by at a mutual friend's birthday party. Since I was so exhausted from the day, I didn't feel like socializing and was going to the party (more like a gathering, tbh) to accompany my boyfriend. I didn't last long socially because it turned out my social battery was actually at -10. In my negativity, I stormed off and waited for my boyfriend to join me so I could head home. I knew I had disappointed him then, but I didn't have the time to think about it. I turned onto an intersection and then proceeded to hear the blaring honk of an angry driver who I had apparently cut off (although I'm certain he was speeding because he was not there when I looked while turning). And then I immediately thought, "Wow, I disappointed my job, my family, my boyfriend, and now the general public. Might as well just end it all now." I saw a big rig and I slammed on the gas in the hopes of ending everything right then and there. But then a little voice told me "No, don't. Think of the collateral damage." Thankfully, the old car I was driving only accelerated by 5 MPH from me slamming on the gas. So, I pulled into a somewhat empty parking lot and parked, crying big silent tears. My boyfriend didn't say anything, but simply pulled me into one of his big hugs and let me cry into his shirt, snot and all. He knew what had just happened. Later that evening, he told me "Don't worry, I signed up for this."

So that was the first attempt. I came to the conclusion that I had simply spiraled from driving in silence for 3 hours straight as a melancholic. I thought that was my first and last attempt, but I was wrong. During the next five days, I made a plan to do better spiritually, including having gone to confession by the 5th day in the morning (because my busy schedule would not allow me to go to confession any other time unless I scheduled an appointment, which I did not want to do). At work, I received a lot of rejection ("No, we can't do this" or "We don't have the resources for it so we can't do it"). I didn't think it was really bothering me, until day five when I attempted to go to confession. I went to a church I had not been to in years, walked in to the church 5 minutes before the scheduled confession time, and bumped into the priest walking out. So, I asked him "Is there confession today?" He was a young priest. Instead of answering me with a simple yes or no, he went full-on rage mode (as in an ALL CAPS situation, but I won't do that here for the sake of readability). "No, it was announced several times at Mass that there is absolutely no confession today due to the funeral!" I was not at Mass and didn't even see a hearse, so I told him that I wasn't at Mass. Then he yelled, "If you just walked into the church, you see signs all over the confessional doors that say there's no confession today!" Sensing his unjust irritability, I told him (as kindly as I could) "Sorry, I haven't been here. But thank you!" (Frankly, if I was a lapsed Catholic and met him, I would have never returned back to the Church. He certainly would have driven me away. I would have cut him some slack if he was much older, but he was in his early thirties and definitely not Benjamin Button. Please pray for him and priests like him who are causing division in the flock.) I walked back to my car (not my actual car, again) and, feeling all the feelings of rejection overflowing within me, slammed on the gas and headed straight for a brick wall. And then I stopped, remembering the advice from the little voice only 5 days ago. I parked and cried big silent tears again. This time, I was alone. I immediately texted a friend about these two attempts and she recommended I call 988 if I ever detect these thoughts again. However, the problem was that I no idea I was going to have these thoughts. The moment of clarity came after the attempt, not before it. (I also just realized I failed to mention I had my first panic attack over the summer, and took it as my warning that things were not okay with me emotionally and that I needed help.)

After I had time to gather my thoughts (including recalling my thought pattern) and calm my emotions, I called my boyfriend and told him everything that had just happened. I drove straight to him (he was staying near the church where I attempted to attend confession) and he prepared breakfast for me. And he reminded me that he signed up for this.

I realized that my issue was not that I had gone zero to one hundred, but rather that I was unknowingly already at ninety-five. I had numbed myself to the point of not knowing that I was already at ninety-five.

About three weeks ago, I spoke to my boss-boss about those two incidents. We scheduled a regular full day off for myself each week and lessened a few of my responsibilities. I also set up a meeting with a potential spiritual director (who I met with yesterday, but again, another longer post for another time). I reached out to my seminarian friends for help in finding a Catholic therapist and, for the first time in FOREVER, I got a call back from one of their contacts. So that will also be scheduled soon.

I also purchased a self-love card deck. In my spiritual direction, I was told that I need to allow myself to be loved because God loves me and wants to love me because that's all He loves doing – loving me. I'm hoping this card deck will help me love myself and allow myself to be loved. So, I'll work on one question card each day. And I might post about it, in case it helps you, too.

#milamusings #grief

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blossommoonwrites · 11 months

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THE SCARS OF TIME: MAYBLADE 2023, DAY 20 - SCAR

Header by @[saradika]

Series: Miles to go Fandom: Bakuten Shoot Beyblade Genre: Angst/Romance Setting: Modern day Japan Characters: Ozuma, Mariam Pairings: Ozuma/Mariam Rating: T Summary: The scar on his skin didn't affect him, but not the one deep in his heart.

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The dark sky was cast with grey clouds that night. Lightning and thunderstorms were evident. The bizarre environment added to the misery of the guardian, who was seated before the mirror of the dressing table. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a small scar on his chest. It was no longer painful, but it hurt him mentally. It was more of a scar stabbing deep into his mind than the skin. His emerald eyes conveyed millions of emotions.

The twenty-year-old man got up and punched the wall. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Aah!"

His love was bedridden for the past two weeks. Some local thugs caught his girlfriend off-guard and brutally beat her. He saved her by defeating them all at once. He got a scar while fighting them.

'Mariam...'

The doctor said she might lose her life if she is not strong enough to endure. He knew she was strong, but feared that he might have to lose her forever. They knew each other for a long time and were assigned to missions for endless times. He never knew she had feelings for him until he learned recently. Now, he feels that he hasn't understood her worth as much as he should. Such an incident left a huge impact on him.

"Only if I had the ability to heal her, which of course don't have! I am so useless!"

He moved to the town side for further education. However, during his vacation, he went back to the village. Mariam goes to her college by train and it was near Saint Shields' village.

Ozuma hastily picked up the bike keys and rode to the hospital.

"Wait for five minutes, sir."

Ozuma couldn't wait. She has been unconscious for two solid days. He wished he could carry her by his arms and take her to his home.

The nurse allowed him to enter. Most of her wounds were treated, and he checked the CT scan reports. He can't infer anything, since he has no clue about the medical field. He wanted to ask the doctor later.

He examined her once. She was exhausted, and her lips were dry, yet intact despite being loose. Her white skin turned pale. An oxygen mask and tubes were connected to her.

Ozuma gently leaned towards her and rubbed her forehead.

Suddenly, her eyes flickered. Ozuma couldn't be more surprised. Her eyelids gently opened, and fast tears came out.

"Mariam..." Ozuma murmured and clad her into his arms.

"Ozuma? Where am I?" She pulled off her oxygen mask.

"Baka! You scared me! I was behaving like a madcap for all these days! Do you know? You were admitted to this hospital, and you were unconscious for the past two days! Those fucking idiots abused you to the core!"

"Don't cry Ozuma. I am alive and safe. What else do you want? I won't leave you so soon." Mariam said breathlessly.

Ozuma quickly parted from her.

"Relax. I'll tell the doctor."

"No, wait. Talk to me for a while."

Ozuma chuckled and went close to her.

"Ozuma, I have something to tell you. You are an amazing person, and I am blessed to have you in my life. Also, you are the best leader!"

"No Mariam, I couldn't save you at the right time. You were already beaten."

"Nah, thanks to you that I am alive. If you were okay and never diverted them, God knows what could've happened to me. You are my savior, Ozuma."

Ozuma reached close to her nose. He felt her hot and humid breaths.

"Ozuma, do you love me?"

He didn't respond but smiled and raked her jaw.

Mariam gently smiled and leaned forward, reaching his lips for a small dance. The kiss was deep, passionate, intimate, and heartfelt.

"How would I not? Because you healed the scar in my heart." He pecked her lips again.

"Get well soon, my love. I am waiting for you."

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#mayblade 2023 #mayblade #beyblade #bakuten shoot beyblade #ozuma #mariam #ozumari #ozuma x mariam #beyblade fanfic #beyblade fanfiction #beyblade fic

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confessions-official · 15 days

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I'M SO FUCKING SICK OF LIVING WITH MY MOM!!!! I'm in university and I work from home 3-5 out of 5 days of the week (i'm called to the office pretty randomly) for 6 hours, 8 hours when I have days off from school. obviously I can't afford to move out otherwise I already would have. today i broke down crying. i struggle with time management so bad bc i'm always exhausted, i have hashimoto's disease and i can totally be functional but i have little energy and if i don't manage it well i can end up virtually useless by a certain time of the day. last year i pretty much neglected my health entirely while working and studying: i wasn't sleeping or eating well, i was sedentary, etc. the last few weeks i've been finally FINALLY getting into a routine of excersising at home that works for me. today I put time aside during my lunch break to do a short but intense cardio workout I promised myself I would try to do at least once a week to see my endurance level. My mom calls me as I'm just starting out to tell me she "forgot" she ordered a package and it should be home in 10 minutes. I almost broke down fucking crying. I had to cut everything short and shower to be ready when the package got here. Of fucking course it was delayed so I wasted my break waiting for her package. I can't take it anymore, she always does this and I always tell her i have ZERO ISSUE if she wants me to recieve a package she orders, but to PLEASE check in on me so I can schedule my day around that, or so I can let her know if I'm not available. I have no problem waiting for a package or the plumber or whoever if I'm home but I need to KNOW. she always tells me 10 minutes before "oh btw i called a painter for the kitchen" or "i called a plumber for the bathroom". there was one time when i was SO exhausted after finishing an assignment from school, i had literally not slept for days and I had taken a vacation day from work so when i got home from class i could nap (i was at the level of exhaustion where i knew even if i napped i'd be tired enough to sleep well at night). as im finishing some chores and laying down on the couch she calls me like "oh btw i know i said the painters weren't coming today but i told them yes they can. they're on their way". She NEVER checks to see if i'm available and NEVER checks in on what's going on with me in work and school and basically assumes i'm just in the house all day doing nothing. i can't even go out for a walk or to get coffee during my break bc if i miss something she gets pissed at me and says i'm unreliable. i decided i'm moving out with a friend by the end of the year even if it's a one room apartment, because she won't change. she's grown and she has clearly communicated she does not give a shit about my time (we have discussed this multiple times and she's like yea yea okay i'll let you know and she doesn't change). i don't know how the fuck i'm going to move my desktop computer to wherever the fuck i move to (i don't have a laptop, cannot afford one if i want to move out soon, and i 100% need a computer for work and school) but i don't care. i'll figure something out.

#confession

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bitchakib · 2 years

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Wednesday July 27 2022, 7:41 PM, Mexico city

Dear diary:

It's been a minute since I talked to you. A lot but still so little has happened. School is going well, it's not incredibly amazing but it's not terrible. Sometimes I find it hard but I'm still holding. I'm glad the friendships I'm making so far really do feel really. This past semester was a little all over the place. The thing is that this is quite out of my comfort zone and I haven't made any real effort to improve however I'll make sure I improve this next semester which is about to start. I have like 3 to 4 weeks left of vacation. That makes me nervous.

In the last few weeks I felt a little bit sad. I like hanging out with friends, be surrounded by people but everyone seems to be busy. So I had to spend time alone. I just wish for now on that I get to spend more time with my friends, meeting new people.

I've also been working. It's fun; I do have now a great relationship with my boss. It's nice to know that she trusts me and relies on me but I'm trying to find or to make myself more work opportunities that are related to my studies.

Nos let's talk about love.

I want to start talking about that old friend. I don't know wether I miss her or having someone like her in my life. I pass her house quite often an everytime I look out the window hopping I see her. Sometimes I think about calling her, maybe sending a text at times but there's something that always stops me from doing it. What stops me is the same thing that made me pushed her away. Basically I'll be the one making the effort, the first move. Anywho I'm still thinking about it. I need assistance with that, maybe even some telling me what to do.

Now about my love life... It's still a mess. So a month ago I felt like I was done searching. Ulises, an ex-colleague from work, texted me. He told me that he was attracted to me. He was interested in having sex with me and maybe seeing what could've happened next. Everything was ok. I didn't have much expectations but still I was exited. He is sweet and handsome too so you know my lonely hart was happy. But after a couple of weeks of taking he disappeared. I knew he blocked me but I was a fool. I tried to convince my self that was not the case but short long story, he did, he blocked me.

Now there's Lalo, which I don't see as a potential boyfriend. I don't know if he's ready to date a guy and as much hints I drop he hasn't get any or maybe he's not interested.

I've been seeing a lot of things lately. Many clues as to what is coming towards me. I'm not sure if that's true but I'm still hoping for the best. I haven't lost any hope.

Honestly I don't know why no one has ever been in love with me. Not even like a physical attraction from what I know. Sometimes it's lonely. It's fun to go out by myself even with friends but I always imagine what it would be like to have a boyfriend, a significant other. I just pray for the day, that it's getting close and that it will be beautiful. Also I pray that I won't get sick of it.

I think that's it, I'm a little bit sleepy so I'm going to get some rest.

See you soon and hopefully something interesting happen.

#opfl #saidai

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pridoo · 2 years

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cw mental health, depression

Hey guys, just a quick announcement –

I'm going to be on a sick leave next week. I'll also put my Etsy on vacation mode since I'm taking part in the Etsy Seller Strike to protest their upgoing prices, and also so I won't have to do any shop management while I rest. So if you want to grab a comic before that, you can still do it until Monday morning (GMT) or do it via my Gumroad, which requires less hassle to keep open. I'll open my Etsy on about April 20th again.

I haven't forgotten about the prompts you've sent! I might draw them during the week because it makes me feel better, but I won't be posting anything so that I'll get a break from social media. I have a paid project coming up in May–June that I want to be in shape for (and that includes Terra Obscura 3), so I think it's best to take a vacation now and rest because I'm not doing so good. It's really shitty because everything in my life is currently going quite smoothly but my depression disagrees and I've been feeling pretty fucking horrible lately. I'm getting help but now I also got to take things slow while recovering from the worst slump that's been a lot for my mind and body.

Thanks for understanding and see you soon! ❤️

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selfpositiveundertale · 2 years

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Update update update!

We got approved for a Scratchpay loan and today we took Soul to the affordable vet care clinic. They did xrays, urinalysis, and other stuff to see what was going on.

They did not see any bladder stones or crystals, though they won't rule that out in the future, but he had some "sludge", as the vet tech put it, in his bladder and issues with his urethra. They gave him fluids and other injections to relieve his pain and discomfort and relax his urethra so he'll be able to pee more easily and! He peed! In the carrier, as we were just getting home, and he ruined the little catnip ball I made for him to help him stay calm on the trip, but the important thing is he peed a real puddle and not just a tiny drop! I was so happy I nearly cried. I've never been so happy to smell cat pee in my life. The vet also provided some meds for me to give him for the next 5 days. I will give him his first dose in an hour or so, when I give the doggo her joint care chew. That gives me a bit of time to get warm and rest a little because I had to stand outside in the cold for a little while and now everything hurts and I'm exhausted.

The bill was $300. We will be making $27 payments every month for a year or so. Not terrible, but still a bit of a squeeze considering all our other expenses. But when my husband's new job starts paying him in a week or two, things should get a little easier.

I will not be going to the event I was trying to prepare for as I want to stay home and take care of Soul and I'm not even ready for it anyway. This will also give me more time to chip away at my Etsy orders. I might keep my shop closed until I get them all finished and then open it back up with some new policies in place. If an item sells more than three times in a week, I will leave it closed until I have gotten all the orders completed. If I get more than 5 orders in a week, I will put my shop on vacation until they're all done. I will also be crocheting my most popular items and treating this like a real job. 4-8 hours a day working on projects, and keeping at least 3 of each of the most popular items ready made at all times. What happened with the Christmas rush, getting 13 orders behind and still struggling to get them done in January, will not happen again. I will make sure of it. I'm going to stay on top of it and take it more seriously.

Big thanks to everyone who helped out by donating. To the person who commissioned me for art, I'm still working on it and it's coming along.

If anyone else wants to commission me, I have 4 slots left! See my first post about Soul for commission details. I still need to post my newer stuff to my art blog but I'll try to get some of it posted soon.

Start determined, y'all!

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lia-jones · 2 years

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I'm sorry...

But between me and my whole family getting Covid and now my youngest getting chickenpox, and all the work (and housework) I left behind, I simply didn't have the headspace to write. To make matters worse, as I was plotting my next chapters, I came across some things that begged for my attention, and now my story may take a slight detour from what I had planned. I'm still waiting for what my characters to "tell" what feels right for them.

That being said, I will work diligently to get you some material at the end of this week. But I would also like to ask for your help. And please don't be shy or disregard this, an author can feel incredibly lonely, and you know I always reply (unless I didn't see it for some reason). I am going to post here a few questions regarding how you feel about my story. You can either answer them in this post, or privately, or through an ask (so you can keep anonymity). It's fine by me, it's great to be heard regardless, and it's awesome to hear from you, no matter the medium. And don't discard ideas because you think they can't happen anymore. The story, like life itself I think, will take many unexpected twists and turns, so the sky is the limit! So here it comes:

1. Is there anything (theme, scenario, scene, character) I havent written about and that you would like to see explored?

2. Is there anything (theme, scenario, scene, character) I have written about and that you would like to see again or more of?

3. In what you have read of my story, what where the scenes, chapters, moments you liked the most?

4. In what you have read of my story, what where the scenes, chapters, moments you liked the least?

5. This one is a wild card. If you want to express an opinion, do it! I take every piece of constructive criticism and I swear it won't affect my writing. Not everything is everyone's cup of tea, and although I do like to please, I am aware I can't please everyone.

6. For being such a sport, you get an ask! Ask me to write any scenario you like, with the condition it's not with MC (sorry but I just can't), but I will gladly use Andrea or Reader as pairing. I will try to have one a week, but if not possible, it won't take longer than that. And this is it! I'm sorry again for being unable to post this week (I'll have vacation soon, hopefully I can make it up to you). Lots of love, beautiful people!

#growing pains series #love and producer #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc fanfic #victor mlqc #please let me hear more from all of you #mldd victor

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dnarez · 3 years

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Chapter 7 - Autumn Coat

It's been a few months since you started to work as a caretaker, nothing grand happened, but the times you left for your break once every 14 days, you always come back to a crying Keigo, and a missing mother.

The last time he wrecked the house, there was glass on the floor, footprints on the ceiling, walls painted with... wine? jelly? blood? You don't know, but it was hell to clean, which of course you made lil birb help too.

By questioning him after cleaning everything and then cleaning him, you discovered that his "mother" gave him coffee, and A LOT of it, and went her merry way to meet with someone.

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To say that you were pissed was a mistake, you were furious, but the commission didn't let you reprehend her, so you had to teach him to not eat and drink something that his mother gave to him, without knowing what it was, and that if he drank coffee he would stop growing, which made him cry, but you promised a day outside with him, where they would eat out, maybe go to a mall, and he could have anything that he wanted.

It was his first time going out to have fun, instead of just going to the gym, or the doctor appointment, so with the 'okay card' from your boss you took him for a stroll, which is why there is a very excited Keigo jumping on your bed at 6am.

"COME. OOOOON!!! WE STILL HAVE A BEAUTIFUL DAY AHEAD OF US!" he shouted while jumping up and down on your bed, his wings flapping behind him.

"Hun, what time it is?" you yawned and sat on the bed.

"It's 6AM! On a Monday!!!"

"I wish you would be this easy to wake up every day, it would make my mornings easier" you huff and got up. "Go wash your face, I will get changed and come to help you change yourself."

"I don't need help! I'm a big boy! I can change myself!" he pouted and crossed his arms.

You smiled at him, seeing how much he opened up to you in comparison to the first day, when he would tremble form how scared he was, and how he talked so little. "I know you can, but you need to put warmer clothes than normal, and it would be better if you didn't pick that awful t-shirt again"

"The one that his written 'Daddy's little boy' with the Endevour's face?" he tilted his head a little.

"Exactly, that one! Now go, we will eat breakfast outside today."

"Woo-hoo!" he raised both hands and was about to jump down to the floor when you held him back and fills his face with kisses "Let me go mommy!" he giggles a lot, and you keep doing it until you decide to release him.

"THE FLOOR IS LAVA!!" You shout and jumps up "If you aren't on your bedroom in 15 seconds the world is going to END!" You say dramatically and open's the door to the laundry room "1... 2... 3... aaaaaand... he's gone" as soon as you opened the door and started the countdown he flew off your small home to his room.

After fixing your bed and washing your face, you went to get changed and choose something comfy, some black jeans, a long sleeved red shirt, a black purse and your favorite beige coat that had white fur on it.

You went to his room to get him ready when you were surprised by the scene, him, Keigo, your baby birb, the cute little shit that was getting more confident with each training, that had the most beautiful smile you had ever seen.

On the floor, curled up in a ball, with a few drops of blood on the ground of the floor, and his mother with her hand in the air, like she was about to hit him...

The world was turning slowly, almost stopping, after three movements of your finger, the one that the nail was always painted black, the dame that had cut the wall.

As the world was moving slowly, you were moving like normal.

5... you calmly walked to Keigo

4... you took him on your arms

3... you put him on the bed

2... you took the pillow case from the pillow

1... you tied both of the hands of Keigo's mother.

The world was back to normal, and Keigo blinked looking at what was now his mother on the ground and you on top of her mobilizing her, while he was no longer on the floor, but on his new fluffy bed that you picked for him "so quick..." he mumbles and look at you with admiration.

You took your phone from your purse, and sat on top of her back "Hello? You saw from the cameras, didn't you? Yeah... I think she needs a few days of vacation... about a week? Okay I let her on the couch then? Thank you, good bye" you turn off the cellphone and look at Keigo who was mouth agape looking at you with shiny eyes. "Let's go?" You smile and pick him up.

"YOU WERE SO AWESOME!!! And didn't you told me to change my clothes?" He hugged your neck

"We can just buy it on the mall but... outside is really cold..." you put him back on the bed and took off your coat "here, I'll lend you my favorite coat, please take good care of it"

He sniffs the coat and is meet by the soft smell of lavender and sweetened coffee.

He looks at you with shiny eyes, "okay!"

You pick him up again and hold his mother's ankle while you drag her to the living room. "Tomorrow is your trainer's day off, so today you can sleep later"

"Woo-hoo!!"

You chuckle and let the woman on the couch, then you go out with him.

"Let's have breakfast and then go out and about"

You carried him to the car, and there you put him on the backseat and when you were going to buckle him up he stopped you.

"Let me do it! I'm a big boy" you nod and watch as he struggles, but after some time does it.

"Good job" you kiss his forehead and goes to the front seat.

As you drive around you put some kids pop, which he sang along to the Disney songs from the movies you showed him.

As you stop at a café that you liked, "Let's go?" He unbuckles himself, and you open the door to him, picking him up again

"I can walk!"

"Not with that bare feet of yours" you tickle his feet which makes him squirm and giggle.

Walking in you take a sit and sat Keigo beside you. "You can get anything, ask away" you took the menu and give it to him "since you learn how to read better I'm sure you can pick what you want"

"Okay!..." he spends 20 minutes choosing his food, which ended up being a chicken breast sandwich and a soda, you immediately told him no soda in the morning.

"How about some juice?" You offer

"What are you going to drink?" Keigo tilts his head to the side.

"I want to go out and by sweetened coffee from the vending machine, it's my favorite, and no you can't have some"

He giggles and nods "I want strawberry juice!"

"I'm gonna go order it to the cashier, two chicken sandwiches and a strawberry juice"

"Can I pick a dessert?"

"After you eat everything, sure, here play a game on my phone while you wait, I'll be right back" you give him your phone unlocked and go to the cashier.

Keigo is playing on your cellphone when someone approaches him, his little trained feathers don't recognize this person's vibrations, so he looks up and sees a dude with a scary look and long black hair.

They both just stare at each other "sup" Keigo say and discreetly send a feather to you and taps your feet.

You come back to the table and is surprised to see your oldest friend, you give him a big smile "Shouta-niisan!" You hug him, but he only pats your head.

Keigo looks surprised at the interaction, you don't talk about yourself, only the basic and vaguely gives information about what you did before him.

"Is this your kid?" The man looked at Keigo, the man looked like it was around 23 maybe 25.

"Yeah! I'm his-... mom, yeah! I'm his mother" you smile breaking the hug and sat down "too busy to stay?"

He nods and put a can of your favorite sweetened coffee in front of you "You're doing a good job, just be careful, you never know"

You nod back at him and give him a big smile "I will, at least I'm no longer doing patrols, don't forget to call me once a week"

"I never broke a promise, won't start now" he pets your hair and goes away.

Keigo watched the weird transactions extremely curious "Who was him? Is him your older brother? You don't look alike. Why didn't you say goodbye to him? Why does he look like a bun? Why-"

"Enough!" You put your hand on his mouth "He's an old friend, I call him nii-san because I always called him that, no we aren't blood related, he always looked like that, and... we promise to never say goodbye to each other"

"Why?"

"Because a goodbye can be forever, so we just don't say it" a waitress comes to you both and puts everything on the table.

You open the canned coffee and drink it, smiling at him as he eats, you both eat and then went shopping.

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Keigo could fit in anything, and he would look cute you just loved the way he looked on yellow or beige, they fit well with his red wings.

"Hey mom... I wanted to know if-..." he was scared, uncomfortable maybe? About something.

"You can ask me anything Birb, there is no way that I will not answer" you kneeled on the floor besides him and looked at him through the mirror.

"What's your quirk?" He looked at you while fiddling with his hands.

You smiled at him "It's kinda hard to explain, It's better if I show it to you" you took his hand and paid for the clothing, now that he was with some clothes that were good for the Autumn cold weather.

After getting to the car you drove off to the training gym.

"Why are we here?" Keigo recognized the building quickly.

"My power can be a little destructive, its1better to do this in a place that no one can get hurt" going in you went to your private training room with the little boy following you like a baby duck.

"How destructive?" Keigo held your hand and you held his.

"Very, now stay back" you pressed a bottom on the wall "My quirk needs ink all the time to do anything, and I always have it around me, most likely on my point finger, here I can do almost anything" you made a straight line in the direction of the dummies and cut 3 at the same time, cutting through them.

"Woaaah! What else?" Keigo's wings fluffed up at your awesomeness.

You walk to the middle and make a dot next to him, a huge tree appears from nothing surprising him, he falls to the floor shocked.

"I can also make a path of flowers, and the tree will only stay there for a few seconds, but it can surprise the enemy enough to take them down" you move your finger around under Keigo's feet and there grows some flowers.

"My ability is called Celestial Brush"

"THIS IS SO COOL!" He runs to you, and you pick him up when he's close enough. "MOM YOU ARE AWESOME!"

You look at him surprised and hug him tightly "My son, you are awesome too"

You two stay like that for some time, until he bugs you to show more of your ability, which you do, you show him each trick and technique you learned until now.

https://youtu.be/BRcfqu3hQkY (your quirk)

(Yes this is your quirk, and everything you can do with it)

After showing him everything you picked him up and you both go back home to take a shower, eat and sleep.

Those moments in his life were the happiest that Keigo had ever been, always protected by you, he was given the love and affection that he always wanted, he didn't care for everything else, he just cared about you, because you were his true mother, the woman that he would run to when he got himself hurt, to ask about life, to ask about anything really, since you also were his teacher. When he had nightmares you would hold him until he calmed down, would kiss his head, would compliment the small things he had done, and would scout him when he did something wrong.

Keigo loved you more than anything in his life, and Hawks miss you dearly in his, because in the end, you still worked for the commission, and he too didn't have a choice when you went away for an important mission.

The day before your departure you both made a pillow nest in the living room, you induced him on his bird instincts, HD wouldn't have such luxury after you went away.

Neither of you talked about you leaving, instead you showed him your favorite movies, snacks and old latin folktales, the feeling of sadness was there the whole moment.

You tried to give as much advice you could, and only took him off your arms to use the bathroom.

Keigo also didn't wanted to let go of you, both sleep hugging each other, you promised that you would come back as soon as you could, that tou would ever forgive him if he died while being a hero, that you knew he was build for greatness.

Only when you had to leave that you allowed yourself to cry, at the door with only a backpack in hands, you put your coat on Keigo while he sleep, also letting your diary on his bed, to let him have you all the time.

After tucking him on his nest, you kissed his forehead and kisses his toy's head, going out of that house took a lot of strength, you didn't wanted to go, but duty called, you just hopped it would take less then a year.

. . . . .

But it didn't took a year, it took 18 years to take the ring leader down, and just now you were finally going back to Japan, and to the now number 2 pro hero Hawks.

.............. As you can see there is more to this book

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Love On-Set (Pt. 09 of 10)

Pairing: Dacre Montgomery X Reader

Word count: 2.9 K

Summary: You knew acting on Stranger Things season 3 would be a challenge, and you also knew, from the start, you'd have to work closely with Dacre Montgomery. But is wasn't a big deal for you, since this is your job and you're determined to act professionally. You had it all figured out, or so you thought, until the moment you were out face to face with Dacre. Then, this job became a lot harder than it was supposed to be, since you can't seem to focus whenever you're around Dacre. And you'll have to be around him a lot until the end of production.

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{Dacre Montgomery Masterlist}

{Stranger Things Masterlist}

The Heart Is A Wild Creature

The good part is that you passed out more from exhaustion than from the metal bar hitting your face, and the wound on the apple of your cheek is small. The bad part is that you have a concussion, and the doctor said you have to rest for ten days. Which means the shooting will be frozen for all this time. You tried telling them you're fine, because you feel fine putting aside the headache, but James said he won't put you through all the stress of shooting at the risk of getting you more hurt than you are now.

So there's nothing else to do. After you shower and change out of Amy's outfit, you head out of the dressing room happy to find only Dacre by the door and not everyone else. They were pretty worried, talking all at the same time and pissing off the doctor more than once. Giving Dacre a small smile, you watch as he takes the bag from your hand.

“How are you feeling?” He asks, a hand on the small of your back as he guides you through the set.

“The headache is fading thanks to the painkillers but every now and then I feel dizzy.” Shrugging your shoulders, you touch the small wound on your cheek. “Who would guess such a small thing would give me a freaking concussion.“

“James said someone miscalculated something.” You can see your trailer at a distance, and you brace yourself when a cold wind blows. “He was mad. It could get someone badly hurt, maybe even killed.”

“I bet he fired the guy.”

“On the spot.”

When you get to your trailer, you go straight to the bed, resisting the urge to just throw yourself on it, and instead just lying down carefully. “A freaking concussion. Can you believe that?” Hugging a pillow, you lie on your stomach. Dacre soon joins you, lying on his side so he can look at you.

“You scared the hell out of me,” Dacre says, and you move to be on your side too. In the last two weeks or so, you've been sharing his hotel room, as well as his bed. So you're used to this proximity, but it doesn't mean you don't feel a little nervous.

“I got pretty scared too.” You mutter, looking at your hands. “Ten days off. It's way too much.”

“Yeah, I was kinda hoping the shootings would be over soon.” His tone changes and you furrow your eyebrows. You want it to end too, to get some well-deserved vacation after these rough months. You don't even know if you'll be called for the next season, since Amy's ending is still a mystery. James won't tell until you have to shoot the scene. The same goes for Billy.

“Why? I mean, I want some vacation too, but... It sounds like you have some other reason.” It might be sleep overwhelming you, or the trailer that decided to spin around, but you move closer to him, hiding your face on the crook of his neck. “You're warm.”

“Let me...” Trying not to move too much, Dacre pulls the blankets, wrapping them around both of you. “I just want us to go back to LA. So we could have, Uhm... A normal life, you know. Go out on dates without worrying about rushing back to a hotel.”

He's right. Going out now is always a mess. You barely have time, and you're either rushing to get to set or to the hotel and somehow manage to get some sleep and be well-rested for the next day. “It would be nice, but...” You can't help but think about it. What you have with Dacre is good, is amazing, but it's not official. People on the internet are talking about it since there are new pictures of you two together being posted on Instagram on a daily basis. But that's them, and this is you. Two different things entirely.

“What?” He mutters, and you wonder how long it'll take until you fall asleep.

“I was just thinking that... We're... You know...” Your cheeks are burning, and you're thankful he can't see it now.

“You know you can tell me everything.” His voice sounds distant now, and you only mutter something in response, your head spinning a little as you breathe in deeply, sleep overcoming you.

“Yeah... We should be dating by now, but that's ok.” Whispering, you lazily pull the blankets closer. “But I'll get some sleep now. Love you.” Then you let your body sink into a peaceful, calming sleep.

•••

You're aware of the sunlight, coming through the window and making you close your eyes tighter. You don't want to wake up yet, and since the first thing that comes to your mind was that metal thing hitting you in the face, you know you won't be shooting anything today. So why bother? It's probably pretty early yet. Pulling the blanket over your head, some undistinguished chattering fills your ears, and you furrow your eyebrows. Who's being so loud this early in the morning? And why are they hanging around so close to your trailer?

“Oh, my.” A low voice says, and it is very, very close. But it can't be Dacre. Dacre hasn't even moved yet.

Slowly, you push the blanket away, raising your head from Dacre's chest just to check what's going on. But when you see a bunch of people by the end of the bed, standing like a small crowd of idiots, you're suddenly wide awake, sitting up straight, a yell caught up on your throat as your sleepy brain struggles to process what's going on. “What. The hell!” You shout at your co-stars, who also seem to be a little surprised. Joe and Gaten have their eyes wide, Natalia is just smirking, and Noah and Charlie are exchanging a glance. You're still working on why they have this stupid look on their faces when the mattress moves as Dacre sits up as well. Then you already know.

“I knew something was going on but... Guys...” Joe mumbles and your eyes get when Noah picks up his phone, turning the camera at you.

“Gimme that!” You yell, crawling through the bed and grabbing Noah's phone as he tries to set it free from your hands. It doesn't take much until you're both laughing, trying to make each other fall.

“Hey, hey. Both of you.” Dacre raises his voice, and soon enough he's separating the two of you, but you smile victoriously since Noah's phone ends up in your possession. “You can't move like that. You have a concussion, remember?”

“I'm alright.” As you say it, you feel yourself losing balance. Holding on to Dacre, you shrug your shoulders. “A little dizzy, but besides that, I'm ok.” Quickly, you go through Noah's camera, happily noticing he didn't have time to take any pictures. “Here. Better luck next time.”

“I'll be ready.” He says with a smile.

“Hey, my people. The van is waiting.” Millie shouts and moving to the side a little, you see as she opens the door and comes in. So that's how they got in. You didn't lock the door last night.

“Millie you're not gonna believe it.” Noah starts, running off, away from where you could reach.

“Well, we just came to say that the van is ready to take us back to the hotel.” Joe, being the idiot he always is, teasing the hell out of you, says in a fake, mean voice. “You're very welcome.”

Rolling your eyes, you wait for them to leave before gathering your stuff. You decide to take it all back to the hotel since it'll be ten days until you have to get back here. You also wait for Dacre to do the same, and you're happy to know that nobody noticed his things are here too. Then you head to the van, holding on his arm because he basically forced you too, despite you feeling completely well. You both take the usual sit, on the back, ignoring people's stare. Well, you're ignoring and blushing, trying not to let them see it.

But something is off. All the way to the hotel, Dacre is silent, thoughtful. When you're nearby, just about to enter the parking lot, you lightly elbow him. “Hey... Is everything alright?”

He nods, giving you a small smile. “Yes, it's just... Remember when I said you talk in your sleep?”

“Remember when I told you not to listen?” You feel relieved when he giggles.

“Well, it's more like when you're almost falling asleep. It's cute, actually.” As he speaks, the van stops and you move to get out. “But you said something important and we need to talk about it.”

“Ok.” Swallowing hard, you nervously run a hand through your hair.

In the elevator, you keep up with the small talk, managing even to make sassy comments at Francesca. But when you get to the hotel room, you can't help but try to remember what you might have said, but nothing comes to your head. Biting your lip and taking a deep breath, you leave your luggage on the hall that leads to the bedroom and moves to sit on the couch. Dacre joins you soon after, and when he opens his mouth to speak, your phone starts ringing.

“Sorry. I'll just hang up.”

“It's alright. You can answer it.”

“Are you sure?” Holding your phone towards him so he can see it's Natalia. Whenever Natalia calls, it's not just to say something.

“Yeah.”

Squinting your eyes at his expression, you answer the call, bringing the phone to your ear. “Hey, Nat. What's up?”

“Where the hell are you?” She basically yells, and there's a laughing Millie on the background, saying something you can't understand. “We knocked on your door and this completely random person showed up.”

“Oh...” You haven't told them yet, but you probably should. Giving Dacre a glance, he furrows his eyebrows, a question on his eyes. “I... I kinda checked out of my room and then checked in to another room.” The sentence sounds a little confusing, and you roll your eyes at Dacre's fun expression.

“And why haven't you said anything? Where are you?”

“Uhm...” Looking down, you feel the heat spreading through your cheeks. “Do I really have to say...?”

There's a moment of silence before Natalia takes a deep breath. “She's in Dacre's room.” She mutters, probably to Millie before hanging up. They won't let this go. Ever.

“I think they're coming here.”

“You think? I'm sure.”

“Dacre, I–”

“Hey, relax, alright.” He cuts you short, leaning closer to place a sweet kiss on your lips. “I promise what I want to talk about isn't bad.” You breathe out, relieved. “So let's see what they want and we can talk later. We kinda have a lot of time in the next ten days.”

“Alright.” Taking a deep breath you move to get the door, and when you open it, Natalia, Millie, and Sadie are coming from the elevator. “Hey, girls.”

“I can't believe you let me knock on someone else's door.” Natalia starts as Millie gives you a meaningful stare before just walking inside with Sadie.

“I didn't know they'd give my room to someone so quickly.”

“Since when you've been sleeping here?”

“A while...” When you try to remember exactly when, your head starts pounding a little harder, so you just give up.

“Look, I was promised a group reunion, movie night, and room service.” Sadie raises her voice from the inside, and both you and Nat move to the living room. “Can we get this going?”

Sadie got what she was promised. A few moments later everyone is here, fighting about which movies you'll be watching and then fighting over what you'll eat. Dacre has to tell them to keep it low every time someone's voice starts rising, but you wouldn't mind if it wasn't for the headache.

Hours later, after three movies already, Gaten joins Millie on an Instagram live. And of course, since you're the newest couple, even though you're not official, she turns the camera at you and Dacre, seated on the couch with his arm around your shoulders. She talks about the accident and how Dacre, apparently too far from you, ran like a lightning bolt when he saw the metal bar hitting you. And you really hope her phone camera won't get that you're blushing.

“Alright, people. I love you, but I gotta go...” She waves at the camera, smiling and spinning around so everyone has a chance to wave too. “But let's end this with a kiss from our OTP. What do you think?”

It doesn't take a genius to know who she's talking about. “If we do this, it'll become public so we should just–”

“Look at them. So cozy together.” She sing-songs, gesturing for you to get it done. “C'mon. Kiss the girl.”

You were just about to protest, to say anything to make her let it go when Dacre's hand come to your chin, pulling you close until his lips connect to yours. You weren't planning on kissing him right back, since it'd be better to just keep it simple, but it's stronger than you. And there's this thing in your head that turns everything off the moment Dacre's lips touch yours. So you're quickly deepening the kiss, a hand holding the collar of his shirt.

“Uhm... Alright, alright.” Millie says, and it makes you pull away with your cheeks burning. “That was even better than I thought, so... Goodbye, everyone.” When she ends the live, she gives you a stare and a smirk, to which you roll your eyes. “When are the two of you becoming official? I expect a formal announcement.”

“You're very nosy, did you know that?” Dacre says and Millie shows off her tongue. “Well, I don't know if you guys have any plans for tonight, but I do, so...”

“Are you kicking us out?” Gaten asks, crossing his arms.

“Good to know you got it.”

“They're planning a romantic night, that's so cute,” Sadie adds, making everyone mutter something stupid at the two of you.

Even so, it takes half an hour for the last conversations to end and for the whole group to leave. When you close the door after saying goodbye to Noah and Finn, you make your way back to the living room.

“Alright. I'm dying over here so let's just talk. What did I say?”

“You said you love me.” Dacre just bursts out from his place, standing by the coffee table.

You don't know what to say. It's too early for that... Right? Even though you have this feeling, it's way too early to let him know that. Biting your lip, you look down, unable to sustain his stare. “Oh...” Nervously, you run a hand through your hair. “I'm sorry. I know it's too early for this, I just–”

“Do you?” He cuts you off, sitting beside you.

“Do I what?” It's a stupid question, but it comes out anyway.

“Do you love me?” With his index finger under your chin, Dacre lifts up your head until you're staring into this amazing ocean blue eyes.

There's no other possible answer, just the truth. The overwhelming, crushing truth. You've been trying to hold back your feelings, but the heart is a wild creature, or so they say, and it wants what it wants. It loves who it loves, and nobody can control it. “Yes.” You mutter, voice weak and low because wild hearts can also be broken, and that's the last thing you want. “I know it's too early to say that, but when I'm sleepy the words just come out and I can't control them.”

A laugh escapes his lips. “I've been telling myself to hold back. That it was too early to call it love but I guess it's just how it's supposed to be with us.”

“What... What do you mean?”

“I'm completely, wholeheartedly in love with you and I never thought it was even possible to love someone this much.” Dacre cups your cheeks, placing a delicate kiss on your nose. “I know it happened fast, and quite unusual if you ask me, but it was perfect. The truth is that the only reason why I went to talk to you on your first day on set was because I couldn't stop thinking about you since we shoot that scene for season 2.” As he speaks, a smile comes to your lips. Not in a million years you'd think you'd catch Dacre's eyes. “It took a hell of a long time, and that love at first sight thing was wearing off but when I saw you again... It came back like an avalanche. So I had to go and talk to you and ever since... You're everything I can think about.”

“So...” Biting back a smile, you wrap your arms around his neck. “What happens when two people are in love with each other?”

“Correct me if I'm wrong but they start dating.”

“They start dating.” You repeat, standing on your toes.

“So it's official now.” He states. “We can change our Facebook status.”

“Dacre, we don't have a Facebook account.” Giggling, you remind him, your lips brushing on his.

“Then I'll make one just so I can update my status.”

“Or you can just kiss me already and be done with it.” You suggest, smiling victoriously when his arms encircle your waist, pulling you even closer to his body.

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