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stargazer-sims · 11 months

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Water Elements Building Experiments & Tutorial - UPDATE

Okay, since my last attempt to post this got reported, let's have another go, shall we?

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Hello friends! I've been experimenting (as usual), and since I'm currently obsessed with making things related to water, of course my experiments are water-related this time.

After building the play park, which incorporates a pool, a splash pad and a "flooded room", the idea came to me to see what other kinds of water objects I could combine for interesting gameplay/storytelling.

Behold! (the rest is under the cut, so people who may find these images upsetting do not have to see them)

Experiment #1

A very pregnant (and very uninhibited) Zia is relaxing in this water feature. He even brought out a toy from his inventory to entertain himself while he cools off.

how to do this

To do this yourself, you'll need TwistedMexi's amazing mod, T.O.O.L.

First, build your water feature, either inside a room or outdoors. This one's indoors, obviously. To build it, first construct a flat square in the size you prefer, then put walls around it to create a room (or a room within a room, in the case of the one I made). Next, lower the flat square by one or two clicks. Then, turn the walls you built into half-walls. Anything between 0.25 and 0.75 wall height will work. If it's any taller, your sim won't be able to get into it.

Next, go to the buy catalogue and select a the square kiddie pool. Place it wherever you want inside your water feature, and then use T.O.O.L. to resize it. I scaled mine down to 0.025 so I could still see it but it wouldn't be visible in pictures.

Now add whatever decoration you want for your water feature. Fountains, water emitters, lily pads...whatever!

Once you've decorated the area, the last thing to do is add the water. Go to the Terrain Tools in build mode and choose the water icon,and then just click inside your water feature, and it'll fill up. You can change the water style at this point as well. I used "swimming in sparkles" but you can use whatever you prefer.

Go back to Live Mode and click on your tiny kiddie pool. You should get the interaction to "Lounge". Click that, and your sim will relax in the water just like Zia is doing up there.

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Experiment #2

This was done with the birth pool from @pandasamacc Realistic Childbirth Mod. This one also requires T.O.O.L.

When Zia said he wanted to give birth naturally, this is absolutely not what Davey thought he meant! Zia is still working on learning English, and he was trying to tell his friend he wanted to give birth in nature. In any case, Davey's first assumption still wouldn't have been that Zia wanted to labour in a pond in a public park. But, Davey is Zia's friend, and he trusts him, so Davey's willing to humour him (and he hopes no one calls the police on Zia for public nudity).

how to do this

First, use the terrain tool to build a pond. You can make it any size you like.

Next, place a platform in your pond. It makes sense to put it fairly close to the edge of the water. You can lower it to your desired height. I lowered mine two clicks, but then raised it to one because the water was a bit too deep for my liking. Honestly, this will take some trial and error, because pond-building is by no means an exact science, but once you get it the way you like, I'd suggest saving the lot to your library for future use.

Once you've built your platform, get the birth pool from the buy catalogue and place it on your platform. It should be close to the edge, unless you want your sim to be completely surrounded by water while labouring/giving birth. Resize the pool using T.O.O.L. You can make it as small as you want, as long as you can find it to click on it later.

Lastly, fill your pond using the water option in Terrain Tools.

*** NOTE - the birth pool doesn't work in water features (like in Experiment #1). I tried it, but even with the birth pool at its correct size, the action just kept cancelling out.

I like that the midwife got into the pond with him. It's a little awkward that she's fully clothed, but at least the animations still work and the mod is still fully functional this way.

She's able to check him, and the animation still looks good.

Taking a little rest, and asking the midwife "how much longer?"

I really like how this ended up looking with the pond, although I think I want more water for the final form of this setup.

Zia didn't have much longer to wait, as it turned out! H looked like he was in agony, but he pushed like a champion when his body told him to, and...

Purple baby girl is here!

I had to censor this because there's a baby and fictional alien private bits under those flowers, but I hope you can still see the position of the midwife's hands. This actually looks better here than it does in the birth pool.

Zia's hand and arm position looks weird though, unfortunately, because normally he'd be holding onto the edge of the pool. This would look better with some sort of decoration at the edge of the pond. Even pillows would work, if you're not into the rocks and plants aesthetic.

I personally feel like I'd like the water to be deeper. Originally, I had it deeper for the cuddle animation and didn't think I liked it, but after seeing the actual birth animation, I've changed my mind. Definitely needs more water, but this still looked okay for experimentation purposes.

First snuggle with the little one ♥

Again, I think this setup could benefit with some sort of decoration /support at the edge of the pond, because it looks like he's leaning on nothing and it looks very awkward and uncomfortable.

You can also see my tiny pool here. I sized it up so I could find it, but I figured out a workaround for that. Instead of having a visible (even if small) pool, I later made the pool as tiny as I did for the kiddle pool in Experiment #1 and then just added one tile of flooring to my platform in a slightly different colour than the rest of it. That helped me figure out where to aim, to find the teeny-tiny pool

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this odd little experminent/tutorial. If you use this, please let me know, so I can see your creativity!

#ts4 #sims 4 #experiments in building #made by sapphire #don't panic #it's not a real person #it's not even a fictional human #building tutorial #water elements tutorial #zi'asari #Davey Duke #stargazersims

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rederiswrites · 1 year

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"But that was back when I was chasing fame and fortune."

"You? Fame and fortune?"

She laughs, pushing strands of white hair out of her eyes. We're talking about the loan she's still paying off. Flying across the country, suitcases full of lovingly crafted glass jewelry. $600 entry fees for shows that earned $2,000. Displays worth hundreds, an SUV to haul them in. A loan to buy dreams.

"My husband always said it was crazy."

Well. Supportive of him. Mine just assumes that if I say I'll be great, I'll be great. (He also said the other day that he wouldn't trust me to be group treasurer, but that was entirely true and correct.)

"But did you get it?" I ask.

"Fame?! No one knows me."

Now, I don't know everyone, and a negative is hard to prove, but everyone I do know recognizes her name with affection. I leave that one alone.

"But did you have fun?"

"Oh, yes! It was. It was fun."

My hands are full now of glass, projects half-finished and rods with little gnome-cap ends from stretching in the flame, so I head out of the shop, back up to my disheveled studio--also not a likely-looking launch pad for fame and fortune.

I keep turning it over in my head. Fame and fortune. Not how I would have phrased it. What did I say to Jacob? That I didn't care about being famous, only about being the best and being recognized as the best. That I didn't want to be famous, only too good to be ignored, too bright to be hidden. Actually rather more arrogant than fame, but we are arrogant, he and I. We know it.

Certainly never dreamed of fortune, though. Fame as a beadmaker doesn't even pay the bills, much less make you rich. The best in the game make their tutorial videos from suburban basements and chilly garages. That's fine. I only need to make enough to keep going forward. I would like a space heater, though.

If I dream of fame where she failed, am I foolish? Arrogant as I am, I don't think I'm better than her. Actually, we're remarkably alike, she and I. Kindred spirits, as Anne of Green Gables would say.

DID she fail? I'm not so sure. I think I'd rather like to show her that. Take her to a conference, watch people greet her. I think it might be good. I think she's accepted how things are, but still...still.

I think I'll just keep shining as bright as I possibly can, and see where it takes me.

Maybe not take out a loan though.

#stuff red wrote

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kpop-kitkat · 2 years

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Its Always Been You | Nishimura Riki

pairing | bestie!nishimura riki x fem!reader

genre/cw | best friends to lovers, fluff, menstrual period mentions

wc | 1.4k

notes | low-key cringey but enjoy nonetheless :)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Cramps. Specifically the period type cramps. All women get them, no woman likes them. Y/n being no different.

She held her breath as a particularly painful cramp hit. And of course, she used up the last of her period pads, tampons, and pain killers. And to top it all off, her parents were out of town, meaning nobody was in the house except her.

"Just my luck," she muttered to herself.

She then pointlessly scrolled through her contacts when Niki's name showed up. Her only hope. She decided it was better to bother her best friend than bleed through and live in pain for the next few days, so she called him. Or, FaceTimed him.

"Hey bestie," Niki winked, sipping on his chai tea latte.

"Hey Niki. So uh, my parents are out of town and I need help with something, could you do me a little favor?" she asked.

"Depends on the favor."

"Well-"

"I was joking miss girl," he said in an obvious tone.

She was about to continue, but he cut her off.

"Wait, it's 'that' time of the month isn't it? Well have no fear, your bestie is an expert and knows just what you need," he bragged.

"Niki-"

"Nope you can't stop me. Unlock your door, I'll be there in ten," he instructed, ending the call without a warning.

Y/n rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the smile on her face.

It was a great feeling. Having someone in this world who is always by your side. Who understands you. Who cares about you and won't ever leave you. But you know what isn't a great feeling? That person being your best friend who you've crushed on since eighth grade. Especially for Y/n, who found it difficult to keep these feelings suppressed for so long. It was slowly killing her inside. She needed relief, but didn't know where to find it. All she wanted was to throw herself into Niki's arms and tell him everything. And all she ever dreamed was for him to feel the same way.

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Niki knew everything about his best friend, so he got her everything she needed. Chocolate, pain killers, and... *cough* period things *cough*. Don't ask how he knows what size she uses. Most males would be terrified of being seen buying these things. Niki didn't care. He was used to it by now. Him and Y/n had been besties since kindergarten. This wasn't the first favor he'd voluntarily done for her.

~~Niki~~

I placed my items on the conveyer belt to pay for them when the cashier, who looked about fifty years old, began speaking.

"You got a girlfriend at home?" she asked me, smiling.

"No, I wish. It's for a friend," I responded.

"Well she's lucky to have a friend like you to do this for her. My husband won't even do it. He's too embarrassed," she laughed, scanning the items.

"Yeah," I laughed along, not knowing what to say.

"You like this friend?" she inquired.

I was taken aback by her sudden assumption, but I decided to answer honestly. "Well, we've been best friends since kindergarten and in middle school, I realized that I liked her, not just as a friend, but more. But I try everyday to push the feeling away because she doesn't feel the same. I'd never have a chance. I'd rather keep our status quo."

"Well how do you know?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Know what?"

"Know that she doesn't feel the same way you do? You should tell her," she advised.

"But what if I ruin our relationship?"

"Well it's either that or live the rest of your life trying to tell yourself a lie. Trust me, my husband and I were the same as you two. I think she feels the same way," she smiled sweetly at me as she put my items in a plastic bag. She then handed it to me.

"Uhh, I didn't pay yet," I mentioned.

"I'll take care of it. Go tell her how you feel," she encouraged.

I nodded and took the bag from her before walking out of the store and getting into my car to drive to Y/n's house.

I never once that I'd have that conversation with a stranger. But somehow, her words encouraged and relieved me. The more I thought about it, the more I realized, I might just have a chance with Y/n afterall. And I had the perfect way to tell her.

~~Y/n~~

I jumped when I heard my front door open, since I was a little scared about being home alone, but I sighed in relief when I remembered what Niki said. Soon enough, a cute blonde haired boy stepped into my room with chocolate, pain killers, and pads in his hands.

"Calvalry has arrived," he announced in an overly dramatic tone. I laughed at the sight.

He walked over and sat on my bed, handing me everything. I set the chocolate and pain killers aside, then quickly went to the bathroom with the pads. I had never felt so relieved.

Once I had finished, I returned to see my bestie, or crush, making himself comfy under my bed covers.

"Niki, what are you doing?" I questioned, crossing my arms.

"Taking a nap. What does it look like?" he said with one eye open.

I just laughed and sat next to him.

We sat in comfortable silence before he turned to me and spoke.

"Y/nie?"

"Yeah?"

"I know I'd never ask you this, but can you do me a favor?"

"Of course, what is it?"

"Well, I have a crush on someone and I'm going to confess to her soon."

I couldn't tell if the pain I was feeling was from my period cramps or my heart breaking into a million pieces.

"And I want to kiss her, but I've never kissed anyone before. I was wondering if you could help me practice. I know we're best friends, so you don't have to help me if you think it's weird-"

"No I can help! Besides, we're just best friends right?" I smiled with so many mixed emotions flowing through me. I felt heartbroken after his little confession, and I was excited yet nervous to actually kiss him, even though it wouldn't mean anything. I didn't know what to feel. "On one condition though. You tell me who the lucky girl is afterwards."

"Deal," he smirked.

We both sat up on the bed and looked each other in the eyes. I'd never kissed anyone either, but I couldn't tell him that. He wouldn't have agreed to let me help him practice.

"Uhh," I chuckled nervously as he began to slowly lean in. It felt like torture waiting for our lips to connect.

~~Third Person~~

After what felt like an eternity, their lips made contact. After a few seconds, they got a bit more comfortable and began playing with each other's tongues and trading saliva. Niki subconsciously let his hand slip around her waist and his other hand on the side of her face.

For Y/n, it was kissing her best friend who wasn't interested in her, but she had been crushing on him forever. For Niki, it was finally making a move on the girl he tried to be just friends with his whole life. It felt like heaven for them both.

Niki hesitantly pulled away and proceeded to connect their foreheads.

"It's you," he confessed, slightly breathless.

"What?" she looked up at him in disbelief.

"It's always been you," he sighed, smiling at her. "I just never told you because I was scared to lose you."

She stared at him in shock, her lips parted slightly.

"Please say something," he begged, closing his eyes as their foreheads were still touching.

Y/n didn't have any words, so she tilted his chin up so their eyes would meet again. She then slowly leaned in and kissed him again. This kiss was more loving and passionate than the first. They both pulled away and held each other tightly, with bright smiles they couldn't hold back.

"Can I call you mine?" he asked, running his fingers through her hair.

"Is that even a question? Yes!" she accepted happily. "I love you Nishimura Riki."

"And I love you Y/f/n."

Y/n took back what she thought earlier. This was definitely the most relieved she had ever felt.

#niki fluff #niki icons #enha niki #enhypen #enha #enhypen niki #enhypen riki #niki nishimura #nishimura riki #cute #fluff #dailybg #kpopidol

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alphawolfcraft · 2 years

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Settlement /part 3\

Summary: Kath and the bad batch make there way to the mandalorian settlement to find a new ship for them.

Hello and welcome to chapter three and to what ever the names of this series is. . . yeah I don't know what to say other than enjoy and don't mind the spelling errors.

Part two is right below here. 🔽

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Lula the stuff toka thank force was ok. It had only taken a few minutes to find it. It was under the console, laying on its side, like it was curling up and resting, safe from the world. Probably had slid under the console as they crashed. Picking up the plush kath made at a 'aha!' Sound.

"Now lest get you to your one yeah?" Kath said Tucking the plush safely away in her belt before crawling out of the hole she made To get in. Wrecker had practically squealed like a child. When presented with the well loved boll.

"Lula!" Wrecker cried scooping up the toka from Kath and crushed the doll in his large arms "your ok!" Omega has made her way out of the room she was staying in and clung to wreckers leg. the other one, the ones with the prosthetics, that she had yet to learn the names of. Waddled his way out of the room like he had yet to fix his legs but did not seamed to care. He seamed more concern in his team.

"Is the ship ok?" He asked, leaning heavily on the wall. Hunter purist his lips and shook his head

"Half of it was melted" he told his companion, who wilted at his words.

"Now what?" The pale man asked "we don't have enough to buy a new ship" Hunters eyes widened at that realization.

"Crap" there leader hissed out "I forgot about that!" Tech hummed looking down at his data pad before he started typing something on it. Wrecker looked confused.

"But Kath promise to take us to the settlement!" Wrecker bleated.

"Wrecker even if we can get in there. we don't have the money to buy a new ship" Hunter informed the giant clone, who wilted at the news.

"Dold of you to assume I'd let you go to day" Kath spoke up from where she stood, removed her hemet, she walked further in to her home, passing echo as she dose so "most of you are still healing from your little crash" she giggled a little bit as she disappeared in to a side room. a few minutes latter returning with a box of tools in her arms instead of her helmet.

"Especially you" Kath said pointed to echo "your look like your about to pass out" echo blinked he knew he was not looking his best but he would not say he looked like he was about to pass out if they wind blew his way. Kath did not seamed to acknowledge echo's attempts to wave her off as she grade him and guided him to a chare.

"Sit" she ordered echo. The others of his squad seemed just as surprised at this.

"The rest of you to" she stared not even looking up from her tools. The lessened, eventuality, all siting in there own chares in the living room. Ether watching kath as she checked over echo's prosthetic or talking quietly talking to each other on how to get a ship.

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"Do got any ideas on how to get that ship of yours?" Kath asked this morning as she served breakfast to every one.

"we can do a few odd jobs at the settlement" Hunter said. Kath hummed giving Wrecker his meal, who immediately wolfed it down. Hunter winced at the site. He had not clue how his younger brother could eat that much and at that speed.

"Do you have time to do that?" Kath asked them from where she stood. "And don't forget they don't trust out siders"

"Well its the only thing we could think up of" tech said matter of factually shifting his goggles proudly. Though Kath had not clue what he was proud of.

"Kay..." She drawl, ridding a knuckle over her lip, thinking. After a long while of thinking she spoke.

"I could buy it for you"

"Were not a charity case" echo snapped immediately at her. She eased her hands up, surrendering.

"Not what I was thinking but ok" Kath muttered before specking louder. "look you need a ship to get out of here and I've got the money. You can pay me back latter for it" Hunter looked at her skeptically.

"And if we can't pay you back?" He asked

"A favor then, though I'm not sure if I'll ever call that in" she stated to them with a nod. Hunter looked back to his squad looking over them carefully. Tech was the first to nod. Then Echo. Wrecker hummed in agreement. Omega gave such a confident nodded Hunter could not stop a smile to form on this face.

"All right then this an agreement. If we cant pay for it a favor" Hunter stated. Kath nodded seemingly pleased with her self.

"Well head out soon then" Kath told them grading her helm. "The journey takes a few days on foot so get ready y'all" and with that Kath exited the room.

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The journey to the settlement was uneventful. Kath had lead them around most of the dangers, tar pits, dangerous fana, and unstable ground. The most dangerous thing the ran in to was a particularly hungry plant and even then Kath took care of it quickly.

"Why are we going in to a cave?" Omega asked as they neared its entrance. Kath gave a laugh that sounded like a strang honk as she lowers her self carefully in to the cave.

"Because adiik they find it safer to live under ground" Kath said helping the others down in to the cave. Omegas brows furrowed.

"Them why don't you live with them if its safe?" Kath froze grading the attention hunter be for regaining her composure.

"I provide them with energy" Kath said moving further in to the steep and rocky cave. "That's why I'm not with them. Ax and I monitor the static storms and repair the rod's when needed."

It was quieted as they moved down the steep slop of the cave the only sound was the scuffle of shoes against rocks and the occasional falling rock. The slop slowly leveled out in to a dark tunnel that banked sharply to the left. Then after a while a slow turn to the right. The cave was where smooth no ragged or sharp edges tech nodded as he ran his fingers on the wall. The ground was covered in small round pedals some times a large rock would appear though the seamed as smooth as the pedals where.

"Is cave used to be a river" Tech blurted out suddenly to the others. Wrecker ground slumping forward, making them child on this shoulder giggle, omega at some point had made her way on Wreckers shoulders. Echo just hummed from beside Wrecker and hunter ,who was beside Kath, made no notion that he hurd more focused of what was in front of him. Kath on the other hand glanced back at him a small smile pulled at the edge of her lips.

"What makes you was that?" She asked.

"Nooo" Wrecker wined childishly obviously not keen on the info bump that was about to happen. Tech smiled adjusting his goggles to sit more comfortably on this face.

"Well first of all" he started to name all the features of the cave that would make it an umber water river. Then the slipped in to an explanation on how his could have been made. Then at some point he started to talk about anything that was geography. No one complained ad out the info dump ,except Wrecker he wined every so often that its was going to make his head hurt, It filled the erey silents the cave had some how had made. It may have been the echos or how every thing was slick and slippery and the cold that nipped at your ears.

When Tech got to how volcanos worked Kath made a motion to quite down. Instead of quiting down tech stopped specking.

"What is it?" He asked looking at Hunter and Kath. Before Kath could answer Hunter spoke.

"The settlement is up a head" Kath gave Hunter a look but nodded.

"Yes the next turn the settlement will be visible" she told them.

Their foot steps quieted as they rounded the curve and true to her word they saw the settlement. The cave that they where in opened up on to a large cavern that was once an under water lake. There path lead down to the they settlement. Pedals turned to boulders and a flat surface turned in to a beep slop. Similar to the entrance the had enters from.

"Do they know were here?" Omega watched as the lights to the houses slowly turned on one by one.

"Yes" Kath said with absolute certainty as she stared at the fingers that slowly exited the buildings "these are Manbalorians after all" with that she headed down the slop. The others quickly followed after her.

Some one was waiting for them it the bottom of the slop. A Manbalorain that had green armer and they did not loomed pleased. Armed crossed and foot impatiently taping the ground. Kath ignored him. With the last part of the slop she was able to slide past the mando and started walking to the settlement. The bad batch followed her.

"Oh no you don't!" Snapped the mando rushing to get in front of them. That's when Kathy finally stopped and acknowledged the warrior.

"Why have you draught these strangers to are home aruetii!" The manbo spit the last word at Kath. If she was affected by the words she did not show it.

"The need a ship and they are here" she told the other, who only sputtered and growled something in his mother tough. Kath snarled something back that him that mabe the green mando get in to the others space.

"Your want to say that again aruetii?" The green MandalorIan snarled lowly.

"Oh I'm sorry I thought you could handel it in are mother tough" Kath sneered at the mando closing the distance between the two.

"You little-"

"That's enough!" A giant Mandalorian shoved his way in between he was bigger than Wrecker, but he was not the one that spoke. It was the old man that spoke. The was hunched over his cane and slowly shuffling his way over the them. Another Mandalorian was walking close to the elderly man and a not so subtle hand was hovering under the elderly's arm.

"Ezekiel what have I told you about messing with Katharine?" The old man grumbled, finally stopping in front of them.

"But she is a aruetii!" Th- Ezekiel barked, he was clearly not pleased by the intrusion. The elder gave him a harsh look.

"Just because she lives out side of are home dose not mean she's an outsider" Ezekiel shrunk back and away from Kath. The elderly man turn towards them and smiles gently.

"Katharine! How have you been?" He beamed waddling his way over to her, with his arms stretch out. The mando next to him seamed to have goten a heart attack from the elders reaction as the scrambled after him. picking up this cane as they do so.

"Ba'buir things have been going all right" Kath greets warmly, gently hugging the elderly man before releasing him and waving over the bad batch. "Ba'buir I wish I come here under my own volition but some of my friends need help"

The old man seemed to deflate at those words

"All right my dear" he nodded soulfully " let us talk some place warmer" he waved them to follow stopping after a few shaky steps. He stopped and looked around murmuring something about this cane. The mando that was quietly and patiently waiting at his side handed over the his cane.

"Oh thanks you dear" the Mandalorian nodded to the elders thanks and stayed by his side as they walk towards the building. Omega ,who was still on top of Wreckers shoulders, asked not so quietly.

"Ba'buir? It that this name?"

"No." Kath shook her head band slowed down her walk so she was close to Omega and Wrecker "Ba'buir is a title"

"Ooh" Omega gasped but immediately pause and made a face like she ate a lemon "a title for what?"

"Being a grandfather" Kath told her. Omega gave her a look that mabe her laugh "Mandalorains see grandfather or Ba'buir as a title just like how you may see sargent or boss as a title."

"So it hase to be earned?" Omega asked tilting her head to the side.

"I suppose yes" Kath hummed "my Ba'buir got it by just being him, Loving and kind. Every one here by now calls him Ba'buir"

----*----

Ba'buir and Kath as well as omegas brothers talked for hours on the ship that they needed. Patently it was not a easy as buying one and leaving. The still needed enough ship for every one to leave, in case of and emergency. At some point they had all left to the ship yard were omega was not allowed to be in. So she was left here waiting with Echo for her brothers to return.

"How long have they been gone for?" Ground Omega as she flopped back down on to her chare.

"Its only been a few minutes Omega they won't be back for a while" Echo told her scrolling throw a bata pad.

"Easy for you to say you have that data pad" she pouted crossing her arms over her chest. Echo only hummed and continued on with what he was doing. Slowly Omega stopped with her pouting and slipped off her chare walking over to Echo's.

"What are you reading?" She asked as slinked in to her brothers lap.

"Im not sure" Echo answer her "before the republic fell. I always found my self reading the update reg books in my free time" Omega scrunched up here face as she tried to read the complicated and blurring words.

"That's weird." Omega mumbled still trying to read the page he was on. Echo laugh yes it was weird he supposed, if he thought of it from an outsiders perspective. He could guess why he like to read that kind of stuff. It was probably because of how it was written. All the complicated words and rules that kept them in check, challenge him. it made him feel smart when he was a cadet. Domino squad just berated him for being odd and so ridged but the reg manual gave him a strang since of peace and closure, his brother never gave him. Not till after they succeeded there last test even then it was not much (then it was only fives and him). He shook his head focusing back on Omega. He did not need to think like right know.

"How about you try something easier?" Echo asked bookmarking the page and opening another.

"Can I pick?" She asked. She craned her head back form her eyes to meet his.

"Yes you can pick" Echo confirmed "want to read it out loud?"

"yes!" She said, practically vibrating his his lap. When his squad got back it had been several books later and a very tired Omega in his lap.

"Did you find anything?" Echo asked quietly. Hunter nodded.

"Yes is enough for us"

"Two rooms for us and a refresher" Tech told Echo.

"Even a small kitchen!" Wrecker boomed. Echo cringed as Omega jumped. Her head snapped up and looked around. she perked up a she notes the others.

"Your guy s are back!" She squealed, jumping off of Echos lap and leached on to Hunters leg. Wrecker shrunk in to his self just realizing she had fell a sleep.

"Oh sorry meg" Wrecker mumbled

"Its ok!" Omega chirped bounding over to hug his leg "I wanted to be awake when you guys came back anyway!"

"Oh ok" Wrecker said a bit dumbfounded as he pick up Omega.

"Where's Kath?" Omega asked looking past her brothers.

"She's helping with stocking the ship full of supply" Hunter informed her.

"Witch was unnecessary of them to do" tech huffed " but a welcomed one"

"Why are they doing that?" Omega questioned

"Turns out they all have a serious grudge against the imperial empire" Hunter said with a shrug.

"Oh" Omega uttered slumping against her giant brother.

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"Hop to see you again in better circumstances" Kath told as the made the last preparations. Hunter smiled as he watch his brothers get ready in the cockpit.

"Don't worry will come back to pay off are debt with you" hunter reassured. Kathy huffed

"Gods know here I thought you'd just come to see me" Hunter rolled his eyes, Crosshair used enough sarcasm for him to recognize it anywhere.

"All right we can come just to see you to" Hunter mussed

"Oh why thank you sire. For you to blessing me with your presence" Kath said with a sarcastic bow.

"Oh of course" Hunter said just as sarcastically. It was strang to her sarcasm to be use this way. Crosshair used it in a much more negative manner. Kath burst out in a fit of laughter, as she eased from her bow.

"Thank you for that" she giggled "not many people run with my sarcasm like that" Hunter shrugged.

"Its not much one of my brothers use sarcasm" Kath hummed with a nod.

"Still thanks for that" she said "my I ask as to were you heading next?"

"Were work is" Hunter answered vaguely.

"Mercenary?"

"Guess you cloud say that" Hunter implied. Kathy nodded and patted him on this shoulder.

"Explains why the pimps hate yea" Kath noted "safe travels to you my friend" with that she left. Disappearing in to the shadows of the cavern. When Hunter turned back to the others they where looking at him to see if he was ready to leave clearly not caring if they where staring at him. He nodded and closed the ramp and as simple as that they left.

-end?-

As that the end we see if Kath and her people? I don't know maybe 🙄. Anyhow hoped you liked my shit writing see you on my next post peace.

Ps could totally see the clones calling 99 Ba'buir.

#the bad batch fanfiction #the bad batch #tbb echo #tbb oc #tbb wrecker #tbb tech #tbb hunter #tbb omega

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Catcher in the Rye

The Catcher in the Rye

“ 01’ ” is what I wrote next to my name in the book the was just placed on my desk. I was copying “ Mark 97’ ” not paying attention to the fact that it is written wrong. I was sitting there waiting for everyone else to be done with the test. We just read slaughter house five and by read, I mean I just listened to what everyone else said in class and pretended like I knew what was going on. I could never focus enough to read a book given to us in class. I would say I have undiagnosed ADHD which I think I do, but everyone I know says that and what does that say about me?

Anyways – bored, sitting at desk, just handed a book. It looked old as the pages were discolored and edges worn and the date next to the first line on the library sign out page was year 83-84. On the back page of the book is a half-drawn lizard. Whoever drew it was pretty good.

I started to read the first chapter. This kid Holden is telling a story about a mental break down. I keep reading and then the bell finally rings. I get home and lay on my bed and keep reading the entire book until it is done. I felt connection, I felt understood, but it was also done. I read the whole thing over the weekend and it was amazing but now over and I wanted more.

I walk up to my English teacher the next time I am in class and ask him if he has anything else similar still on the high from just reading the best book I have read. He grabs a pink sticky note pad and writes down “The New Sufferings of Young W by Urlich Plenzdorf.” Kinda weird but I take his recommendation and buy the book. I am kinda disappointed because when I go to the book store to buy it, it is this very thin book. It’s only going to be enough to take the edge off.

The book was good, but quick as expected. The book describes a young boy who you know is dead but not how it happened which is discussed in retrospect. The kid is obsessed with this book, The Sufferings of Young Werther by Johann Wolgang von Goethe. So after I finished the book, I bought the sufferings of young Werther. It was a hard read even for a previous Shakespeare nerd.

I reread the catcher in the rye as an adult and I enjoyed it but the connection was different. It finally sank in two years later. A child that was close to my sons age was kidnapped two years ago near where I live. He was kidnapped for 24 hrs and he was found with his head shaved. They sent around a photo of a women walking out of the building with and a young two year old kid walking behind her as if he is supposed to. He trusted her. Those 24 hours from when he was gone to found I felt so helpless and I couldn’t get it off my mind. I couldn’t stop crying as I went about my day trying to function. I was confused because I did not even know this kid, but I felt his parents pain, I felt his fear, I felt his world of innocence end and I just wanted to find him hug him and tell him it will be okay. I just wanted to hug every child and tell them it will be okay.

“Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be.”

I’d just be the catcher in the rye… it’s the only thing I’d like to be… it is the only thing that matters.

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scorpionyx9621 · 3 years

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I Hope Hopeless Changes Over Time: A Red Hood and Batman Fic

*Source of the image I found off of Pintrest. I tried to find the original artist but the link on Pintrest led to a dead Tumblr account. If anyone wants to find/point out the account to me so I can give proper credit to the artist please please do.*

I wanted to make a fic based on an ask I did from the lovely @dilfbatman about Jason and Bruce. I hope people enjoy this mini-fic that I've expanded upon.

TW: Blood, Physical Assault, Suicide Ideation, Swearing. Bruce being a shitty father but trying. Jason having demons

3.75K words.

Bruce was uneasy about Jason staying over at the Wayne Mansion. Even with other members of the family around. Jason has done so much wrong and has hurt so many people. However, at the end of the day, Jason still is his son. So when he gets a call from Jason in a hushed voice asking Bruce to stay the night. He hesitated for a second, but acquiesced, Jason was nothing if not independent, so to be asking Bruce outright to stay at the Wayne Manor meant something was wrong.

"Master Jason wouldn't reach out to any of us unless something was gravely wrong, Master Wayne." Alfred had reassured Bruce, who was staring absentmindedly at the glass case which housed Jason's old Robin costume. The costume that Jason had died in. Bruce always tried to repress the memory of holding his son's cold, lifeless body. The pain he felt from losing his parents burned in his heart as an everlasting stab wound. But the pain from losing Jason, his son, it was too much to bare.

"I'd be welcoming to Master Jason, but keep your distance. Master Damian is spending the night at Jon Kent's house, Master Richard is in Blüdhaven, and Master Timothy is with the Teen Titans tonight. I'll rest assured Jason doesn't try anything to harm you. But don't try to encourage a confrontation." Alfred explained. He always seemed to understand Jason to a tee after he came back to life.

"I don't know how you do it Alfred, you can read the boy like a book." Bruce had retorted. Cocking a half-smile to the man who raised him since his parents died.

"Master Wayne, Master Jason wears his heart on his sleeve. He always has. And one of the reasons why you two fight constantly is because, for as terrific as a detective you are, you are horrifically inept in reading the emotions of your children." Alfred had stated, those words bit Bruce. He wasn't expecting such sharp words from Alfred. "We failed Master Jason. And he's hurt, he's been hurt for years because of it. However he keeps choosing to come back and try and trust again. We needn't come at him with accusations of ulterior motives, but we should be supportive." Alfred stated.

"But cognizant of what Jason is capable of." Bruce added back. Jason may need help, but he's still dangerous. He has tried to kill Bruce and the rest of the Robins multiple times. He wants to trust Jason and warm up to him again. But the man who wears the Red Hood and stalks the streets of Gotham killing those he deems criminals is not his son anymore.

Alfred and Bruce greeted Jason as he walked in the large double doors of the Wayne Manor. The first thing Bruce noticed was the dark circles under Jason's eyes. It seemed as if the man hadn't slept in days. Jason was wearing sweatpants and a fitted black wife beater, accentuating his muscles. Jason would have looked more intimidating had his body language not suggested he was as disheveled as he was, physically and mentally.

"Thanks Alfred." Jason had said meekly towards the butler. He took one step into the mansion and looked at Bruce. Bruce noticed as soon as Jason's eyes met his, his tired irises contorted into anger. His lips pursed downwards but Jason chose not to say anything. Instead just walking past Bruce pretending not to acknowledge him.

"Master Jason, you will be staying in the guest suite on the main floor. I've already prepped everything for your arrival. Please make yourself at home." Alfred had said. Jason just shook is head as he headed towards the hallway leading the guest suite. Bruce didn't notice it immediately but the stench Jason had emitted stung in the air. It smelled like stale liqour and body oder. It seems Jason hadn't bathed in days. Bruce had wanted to say something but chose not to.

The evening went by quietly enough. Jason had taken a shower and changed into another fitted wife beater but still sported a tired energy about him. Alfred had put together a beef pot roast for dinner with red potatoes, carrots, onions, and celery over garlic mashed potatoes. A favorite dish of Jason's. The three of them ate quietly as Bruce continued to size up his son. He was conflicted. At one point he saw the man who blew up the head of a Gotham security force member with a torture decide he had created. On the other hand, he saw the boy who would beg for Bruce to buy him more books after he finished the maximum amount a library card would allow for a week in the span of 3 days. The son who told him being Robin gave him magic.

The dinner ended as it began. With awkward silence and the father-son duo eyeing each other. One with cautious trepidation and the other with abject hate. Bruce had decided not to go on patrol tonight as he felt he needed to be at the manor should anything happen while Jason was here. An uneasy sense of dread built over Bruce as he had said good night to Jason as the two passed by each other in the halls. Jason simply spat 'Bitch' at Bruce and walked into the bedroom. Bruce had been bad with other people's emotions, but something didn't sit right with the way Jason was carrying himself. He had decided to stay up tonight regardless. A sense came over him after being sworn at by Jason. A sense he hadn't felt in a long time. He felt as though his son needed help.

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"You're a monster"

"Jason is a murderer"

"Stay away from Jason, he'll kill you."

"No one wants you around, Todd"

"You're just a good guy trying to be bad"

"This is the kid you had to replace me with as Robin? Bruce he's pathetic."

"I can't believe my daughter wasted the Lazarus Pit on a miserable failure like you."

"Maybe I'd be better off dead"

Jason tossed and turned. It's been days. He couldn't get the voices out of his head. Those whispery, moany voices that taunted and tormented him. He knew it was a result of the Lazarus Pit. Ever since Roy died and everyone left him the voices started taunting him again. He tried everything he could to get the voices to stop. He drank, he read, he worked out, he did everything he could. The only way the voices became quiet were when he was beating the ever-loving shit out of some criminals. This was not the mindset Jason had wanted. He wanted to go back to being supported by Bruce, the man who betrayed him. He knew that Bruce was weak. He couldn’t kill the Joker because of his weakness.

Jason got up and walked over to the connecting bathroom to the suite that he was staying in. He went to the sink and splashed some cold water on his face. Against his better judgement, Jason looked up to the figure he saw in the mirror. He took note of his jawline, his face, his green eyes, his muscles.. but one thing that caught his eye was the fucking skunk streak of hair at the top of his head. The physical reminder of his dip in the Lazarus Pit. He had just re-dyed the spot not two days ago and it already came back. He did everything he could to try to hide the streak. It’s what he hated most about his new body. The pit wiped away all of the scars he had on his body. And any new fresh scar or wound would just fade in a matter of moments due to the effects of the pit. The only thing that ever stayed was that damned streak.

Jason had nothing but disgust and contempt for the man he saw in the mirror, which, ironically, was himself.

“You’re just using the sarcasm to hide your hatred.”

“It’s your fault that everyone hates you.”

“Killing the sick of the masses to save those who are weak is your calling”

“Those reptiles deserve to die”

“I don’t want to kill unless I don’t have to.. I don’t want people to hate me..” Jason tried reassuring himself. The voices in his head kept getting louder and louder. “I want Bruce and everyone to love me again....” He continued to try to re-assure himself. It was a false sense of hope as always. His mind soon wandered to a moment where he was on top of Dick in a fight. Confronting his older sibling and reciting a quote he had heard from a Japanese philosopher and optimist as he had the barrel of a gun placed against his older brother’s temple.

“Do you know what the most convenient phrase in the world is, Dickie? It’s ‘I’m sorry.’ Anyone who hears that is obligated to forgive, no matter how hurt or angry they might be... There's no more disgusting phrase in all the world. It's used to displace your suffering unto others so you can escape your sins... The moment you employ it, your suffering becomes the other person's. A thing can be unforgivable, but oh, if they apologize... I say there's no reason to accept that suffering. You don't have to forgive them. Cast aside the mask of your conscience.“

“Stop this. Please stop this.” Jason had begged aimlessly into the air. He didn’t want to live like this anymore. He didn’t want to live, period. He just wanted all of this to end. He had caused so much pain and so much suffering to the people of Gotham all so he could attempt to hurt Bruce. But those words kept repeating in his head. He knew he had to stop this. He needed help, he wanted to go to Bruce and explain what was going on but Bruce would just have him institutionalized. His murderer of a son starts hearing voices in his head? A one way ticket to a padded room.

Jason suddenly stared back into the mirror and saw something he detested. The green eyes that stared into his soul. The one he hated more than anything else. Was himself. This thing was staring him in the face mocking him, and he wanted it gone.

“Do it Jason.” the voice had beckoned from the mirror. “Kill them all. Slit Damian’s throat and watch the fucker bleed. Bash Tim’s stupid face into the concrete until there’s nothing but mush. Rip Dick limb from fucking limb. Watch Bruce as you choke the last bit of life from his eyes. I promise all the pain will go away once all of this is done.” the voice sounded almost sweet as it promised to do all of this. Jason just retched as he saw the green eyed monster promising poison to him. He felt his vision fade to black.

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STOP IT. SHUT. UP.

*CRASH*

Bruce had jumped up from the chair he was sitting on in the library, the voice came from the suite that Jason was staying in. Bruce didn’t have time to think. He just ran towards the noise. He threw the door to the suite open and ran to the bathroom. There he saw Jason in front of a heavily cracked mirror. Jason was hyperventilating and he saw blood oozing from Jason’s fist which was pressed against the mirror. Bruce saw from the reflection that Jason had split open the left side of his lip seemingly from a shard of glass. It wasn’t long before Jason glanced up at the imposing shadow in the mirror and noticed Bruce’s presence.

“YOU STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME BRUCE.” Jason had shouted at his reflection. Jason was shaking. Bruce had wanted to assess the injury that Jason gave himself. But he knew he was cornering a scared animal if he pressed any farther forward. Bruce stood their frozen. Pondering between trying to press forward upon a killer, or to check up on his son.

“Jason, I just...” Bruce was cut off by another scream as Jason turned around.

“IF YOU COME ANY CLOSER I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL KILL YOU WHERE YOU FUCKING STAND YOU PIECE OF SHIT.” Bruce finally got the cue. The hitch in Jason’s voice. This is the same hitch his voice made when he was a kid and was angry at Bruce. Alfred was right. This is his son. And right now Bruce needed not to be the Batman approaching the Red Hood. He needed to be Bruce, to help his son.

Bruce walked forward to Jason, still shaking as blood oozed from the gashes of glass on his fist. Bruce decided against everything in his gut telling him to stop this criminal. This monster who killed for sport and to prove a point. He needed to help Jason, his son.

Bruce was knocked back by a fist to his chest. Glass imbedded itself into Bruce as he felt the sting of their shards. Jason was right, he was going to hurt Bruce if he approached. Oracle was right, Jason had been abusing venom. The quick gain in muscle mass was proof enough but the stinging pain in Bruce’s chest also proved that hypothesis. Jason barred his teeth as his eyes displayed a seething hatred. Bruce would have been frightened on any other day. Today, Bruce felt a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time. Bruce collected himself and got up to approach Jason again.

“I TOLD YOU I’M GOING TO KILL YOU BRUCE. I FUCKING HATE YOUR GUTS. I WANT YOU TO DIE. I WANT ALL OF US TO JUST FUCKING DIE.” Jason screamed even louder this time. A hot stream of tears worked their way down Jason’s cheeks. Bruce no longer saw a rage-induced monster but the boy who took a tire iron to his gut on the streets of Gotham. The boy who would was thrilled at every opportunity he got to show Bruce the A’s on every test he got in school. This was his baby boy who needed his help.

“Jason Peter Todd that’s enough.” Bruce said firmly, but not harshly. Jason stared directly into his eyes. “Jason. I want you to listen to me.”

“Go to hell you motherfucker.” those words which escaped Jason were laced with poison. Bruce didn’t waver.

“You can punch me as much as you want Jason and I’ll deserve all of it.” Bruce came closer to Jason. Jason proceeded to physically make himself smaller. Like a scared animal. Bruce remember what he did to Jason after he had seemingly killed The Penguin. How he beat Jason to within an inch of his life. His heart plummeted to his stomach as he saw Jason cower like a scared dog over his approach.

“What are you going to do Bruce, beat me to a fucking pulp again? You hate me more than you hate the fucking Joker, don’t you?” Jason asked. Bruce truly saw the fear in those green eyes. He had to take a moment and realized just what he was doing. He unclenched his jaw and relaxed his shoulders as he approached Jason. This time he was back within striking range of his son.

“Jason. I failed you. I have been failing you for the past 10 years since your death. I have failed this city and this family in providing the protection it needs. I couldn’t kill The Joker because I’m weak.” Bruce sucked at emotions and emoting. But Bruce hadn’t felt this shaky and wavering since the day he lost Jason. His son needed to know the truth. He deserved to know the truth. “Jason I never hated you. I hated the actions you have taken against the people of this city. But I’ve come to realize that the hatred and contempt I’ve held is because you do what I can’t do.”

“Oh so now you’re coming over to apologize? I don’t owe you shit after what you’ve done to me.” Jason had stated. He may have been acting like a pinned animal. But his mouth will never not cut like knives.

“Jason, when we had fought in the abandoned apartment. And you had the Joker with you. You had tried to shoot me after I had turned away from you.” Bruce said. Inching ever closer to Jason while trying not to be imposing. “In that moment, I threw the batarang because I knew you were going to retaliate against me. But I need you to know in that moment I turned away. I turned away because I decided I wasn’t to be the one to decide the Joker’s fate. He had taken your life and it wasn’t up to me to decide. I want nothing more than for the Joker to pay for the countless lives hes taken and ruined.” Bruce swallowed hard as he felt tears beginning to well in his eyes. “I failed you because I couldn’t kill the Joker. But in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to have my baby boy back. I wanted you back in my life. I still want you back in my life.”

“Bullshit. Fucking BULLSHIT.” Jason spat at Bruce. The emotions were flooding out of his face. Anger, hatred, fear, but most of all sadness. Jason’s voice began wavering as he began to cry. “If you loved me why in the fuck have you never realized I’ve been trying to help the people of Gotham. Instead every time I take matters into my own hands all I meet are your fucking fists. I hate your guts Bruce. We’d all just be better off fucking dead. It’s all Hopeless. I’m hopeless.”

Bruce took a deep breath. He tried to find his resolve. He wanted nothing more than to be able to reach out to his son again. “You’re absolutely right Jason. I’ll bet Gotham would be a whole lot better without me. Without the pain I have caused. And no amount of apologies will fix the pain that I have caused you. No words will ever take back the transgressions I have taken against you.” Bruce was crying this time. “But know this. You always have been my son. And I love you so much. The day I lost my parents was agony. The day I lost you, I felt like I had lost myself I felt I had died a bit inside.” Bruce choked out. “We both have done so much we regret. If I could take back all the times I hit you I would do it in a heartbeat. But no amount of sorry will take back that pain. I shouldn’t be in the position to be asking this. But I just want my son back.” Bruce swallowed. “You have every right to hate me, but I will never stop loving you. You aren’t hopeless and you never have been. You never have been a burden. You are valued by so many people. I. I love you my son. I love you Jason."

Jason’s face relaxed from a position of contempt and hatred and soon was overcome with years of pent up tears. Jason let out a hearty scream as he proceeded to weep and sob. As if a dam had broke and was threatening to engulf a town in an apocalypse. Bruce went against everything he had known and was screaming from the inside of his body and wrapped Jason in a hug. He was almost as large as Bruce himself and barely fit around his arms. But Bruce held his son and hugged him tight. Jason was crying uncontrollably.

“I’m hearing these voices. They’re telling me I’m a monster and a killer and that I should kill all of you.” Jason shouted between sobs. “But I don’t want to. I’m so afraid Bruce. I don’t want to hurt anyone unless I have to.”

“Just breath Jason. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Let it all out.” Bruce had solidified his resolve and worked on being there for Jason. He couldn’t run away this time. His son needed him more than ever. And Gotham be damned. He’s not making this mistake twice. He’s staying here. For Jason.

It felt like hours before Jason had run out of tears and sobs. Jason was fading and seemed like he was about to fall asleep. The shards of glass that were imbedded in his hand seemingly prevented Jason from bleeding out. Bruce had saw Jason’s eyes glaze over as his breathing calmed.

“Jason, I’m going to pick you up and take you to bed.” Bruce had said, asking for permission from his second son. Jason simply nodded as he starred off. He was numb now. The pain seemingly gone for the moment. Bruce lifted Jason up and was taken aback by just how heavy his son was. He truly was 225lbs just like his records showed. This wasn’t the son who hid under the cabinets when Bruce first brought Jason home. But Bruce still saw the boy as his son nonetheless. As Bruce laid Jason on the bed Alfred had approached with a first aid kit. Proceeding to begin to clean up Jason’s hand. Jason was so exhausted he barely felt any of the picking and pulling or the iodine going into his wounds. He kept his eyes fast forward on Bruce.

“Bruce. I. I’m sorry.” Jason had said meekly.

“Don’t apologize Jason.” Bruce had stated. He ran his hand through Jason’s hair, giving a soft massage to his scalp. “You get some sleep now. I don’t think you’ve rested in days.”

Bruce had remembered the time he had read Jason to sleep. This time he had thought back to a poem that struck him from his phone. It was from a famous lyricist and singer. As Bruce pulled up his phone he had found the poem and recited it as Jason fell asleep. Things are far from perfect or even better. But tomorrow was going to be the first day of the rest of his and Jason’s lives.

“They told me once, ‘there's a place where love conquers all’

A city with the streets full of milk and honey

I haven't found it yet, but I'm still searching

All I know is a hopeless place that flows with the blood of my kin

Perhaps hopeless isn't a place

Nothing but a state of mind”

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pHEW GOD THAT WAS LONG. I hope you all enjoyed the fic! This was my first published attempt at angst and whump and while I feel some parts are cringe. I am proud of what I made.

Big thanks again to @dilfbatman for inspiring this fic. The inspiration of the title is the song Hopeless: by Halsey. The quote about I’m Sorry is from the character Shadow Maya Amano from Persona 2: Innocent Sin. And the poem at the end is the first part of the lyrics to the song Good Mourning by Halsey.

#Jason Todd #Red Hood #Bruce Wayne #Batman #Whump #Angst #Hurt/comfort #Non-ship #Bruce being a good father #Jason trying his best #Jason getting the rest he deserves #The two have gone through so much but they can get help #TW Blood #TW Physical abuse #TW Swearing

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mammonprotectionsquad · 3 years

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Happy Monday!!! And Happy start to your week!! I hope it’s going well so far?? It’s time for your fluffy ask of the week?? Out of you and Vanderwood whose the more protective of the other?? ♥️

Happy Tuesday! Hope your’re doing well 💕

Yesterday was a bit exhausting, but I got more plants so that made everything better 👀

While we're both pretty protective of one another, I think Vanderwood is more protective of me. Not only because he still has the need to make sure no one from his past might get the stupid idea to come for me, but also because I'm very clumsy.

Like, I'm the type of person who runs into things so often, I don't really notice it anymore and then wonder where all those bruises come from. I trip over nothing, drop things all the time, etc. On top of that, I'm also small, and a lot of things in our home aren't small people friendly. Pair that with my bad habit of climbing on top of chairs, tables and the kitchen counter, rather than grabbing a ladder, and you can be sure Vandy tries to take over anything that includes reaching higher places. Though when my stubborn side of "I can do it myself" kicks in, he has no choice but to let me do it. But after I stood on a chair in order to clean a shelf in the living room, resulting in it tipping over when I wanted to get down again and ended up bruising my ribs from falling on the backrest, he talked me into at least waiting until he's home and close by, so he can catch me. Of course he still scolded me for being so reckless when I was home alone.

"What were you thinking?", he muttered, after setting me down on the couch and pressing a cooling pad to my side.

"Vandy, I'm fine... I know it was stupid, okay? But it's not that bad."

"Not that bad?", he huffed, fixing me with a glare and raised a brow. "You were lucky nothing worse happened to you. Why can't you just use a ladder like a normal person?"

What followed was a lecture about how I had to be more careful and how worried he was. With me promising to be more careful in the future.He also began to make it a habit of having an arm wrapped around me when we are outside, rather than only holding my hand. Because that way it's easier for him to keep me upright when I trip. I'm not complaining about it, though. Because that means I can be all snuggled up into his side.

Though where I'm more protective is probably when it's about other people flirting. Not because I don't trust him, but because I know once he realizes that someone is trying to hit on him, he gets extremely uncomfortable and usually doesn't know how to react. (And maybe I like showing off that he's my boyfriend...) Which is why I'm the one to step in, making it obvious that we're in a very happy relationship and that any attempts to get their hands on my man are futile.

"What was that all about now?", he asked confused, as soon as I managed to make a very pushy woman leave.

"You really didn't notice, huh?", I chuckled, my arms wrapping around his neck and his hands moved to rest on my hips. "She was hitting on you like there's no tomorrow."

"Highly doubt it."

"Babe", I chuckled, unable to contain my amusement about how oblivious he was once again. "She not only wanted to get your number, she also very clearly wanted to get into your pants as well."

"She- But why? I mean, I'm obviously with you." His cheeks turned bright red as it seemed to finally settle in and his brows furrowed.

"You're extremely handsome, that's why. I can't blame her for trying. But there's no way in hell I'd ever share you~"

"Idiot...", he only muttered, rolling his eyes fondly, before he leaned down for a quick peck. "Come on. Groceries don't buy themselves."

He pulled me along, though we both made sure to stay close at all times. And if he was fine with some more PDA than usual for the rest of the day, neither of us commented on it. Both of us knowing it was to be on the safe side and hopefully keeping more situations like that from happening again.

#self insert #self ship #mysme #mystic messenger #vanderwood #mystic messenger vanderwood #vanderwood x becky

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whosaskingwrites · 3 years

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Fickle Love (Akaashi x Reader x Bokuto)

A/N: So this was supposed to be for Akaashi's birthday...whoops. But its here now lmao ngl I just kinda wrote with no idea in mind and this is what ended happening so yeah. Hope you enjoy and happy late birthday to Akaashi 💞

Details: 7.8 pages 2,758 words

Date: December 8th, 2020

Warnings: Mentions of poly relationships I guess, angst if you squint, Gn! Reader not really a warning but I didn't know where else to put it

Theme: Akaashi wasn't the best when it came to love. Having a habit of ignoring you and burying himself in work. Leading you to turn to Bokuto which leads to some revelations and a question for Akaashi.

Love was a fickle thing Akaashi knew. People fell in and out of love all the time so he never trusted love. He didn't want love he wanted to avoid it. Avoid the heartbreak he was positive would follow. But instead he met you a bright-eyed student in his class. It took almost nothing for you to mesh yourself into his life completely and making yourself comfortable like you belonged there.

It took even less time for you to weasel your way into his heart and make yourself comfortable. Only a year after you'd met and he asked you out deciding that love may not have been as fickle as he thought.

Four years later and he knew he had been wrong love was indeed fickle and his proof was in the sight across the street from him. There you stood hands clasped around Bokuto's as he kissed your cheek. He waved before running off and Akaashi rushed home preparing for the worst.

A few hours later you slipped through the door "Keiji? I'm home!" You called hearing the soft pads of feet come up to you. Love was fickle he knew you were going to lie when he asked his next question "Hey Y/n. What did you do today?" You suprised him though. Only after you'd gotten over the shock of being called Y/n and not darling.

"I went to lunch with Bokuto today," You said happily slipping off your coat and hanging it up. He certainly didn't expect you to be honest about what you did today. He loosened up a tad bit in response "Oh? Why?" You laughed at his question "Bo needs contact with us you know that. But you haven't been answering his calls so we went shopping and I filled him in on how you were. Afterwards I treated him to lunch as a thank you," You smiled up at him eyes bright with nothing hidden.

"Yeah? Did you guys hold hands so he wouldn't lose you?" He joked and you shook your head "He grabbed my hands at the end of lunch because I promised him I'd bring you next time," you had laughed remembering the incident. Relief flooded him then no of course you weren't cheating on him that'd be insane. You were as loyal as Bokuto was plus he couldn't keep a secret to save his life and neither could you. He relaxed as he realized how wrong he was to assume something.

"Im sorry," He said suddenly while you tilted your head in confusion. "What for?" You had asked before Akaashi leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I forgot to give you your welcome home kiss," He rolled off casually hiding the fear he'd felt earlier. This fear had only continued to grow as the days went on but it was his fault anyway.

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"Keiji are you free today?" "No I'm busy," "Oh...Okay,"

"Keiji we haven't gone on a date in weeks!" "Im not stopping you from going out somewhere," "I want to go out with you though,"

"Keiji-" "Im busy Y/n,"

Two weeks this cycle continued as you walked to Akaashi's at home office. Two taps against the door and you opened it "Kei-" His eyes snapped up frustration was on his face but he took a breath before it faded. "What?" You sighed turning to leave again "...Im going out to lunch with Kotaro again. He says hi by the way," You left the room quickly and Akaashi blinked 'Kotaro?' Surely you meant Bokuto but there was no way you two were on a first name basis it'd only been a few days since the last lunch.

His eyes landed on the calender and he froze what had only been a few days to him was actually two weeks but still too short for a first name basis. You'd only know Bokuto for a few months and he'd known the male for years and still never used his first name.

He sighed returning to his work. He'd question you when you got back from lunch he didn't have the time to right now. Nor did he know your location so going to find you was like a needle in a haystack. A very big bustling city of a haystack and the needle being you with a slightly bigger needle in the shape of a volleyball player next to you.

He continued work for a few hours before his office door was thrown open. He expected many things when he looked up but he didn't expect Bokuto. But what got him was the fact that Bokuto was furious it was a look he'd never seen before on him. The glare he had on his face was enough to make Akaashi freeze.

He knew Bokuto was typically happy like a dog but right now he felt fearful since now he staring down an angry German Shepard who was defending their owner. It was silent for a long moment before Bokuto spoke. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Akaashi felt his blood turn to ice at the tone Bokuto used.

"W-what?" He cursed silently at his own stutter Bokuto would latch onto the weakness he showed. "Whats today Akaashi?" Bokuto had asked in that same icy tone. It was so razor sharp and cold that Akaashi was convinced the room cooled and ten degrees.

"...Its December 1st Bokuto-san," He elected to answer the question instead of ask why Bokuto didn't call him Keiji. Based on the mood Bokuto was displaying he didn't expect to be called Keiji. However supplying the date only seemed to rile him up more as his glare sharpened.

Akaashi shivered involuntarily at it "Are you forgetting something?" He barked out and it was then that Akaashi realized Bokuto hadn't blinked yet. "No," he was confident in the answer. Your birthday wasn't until b/d and his was in four days. Bokutos had already passed but said male wouldn't have been mad at him. Sad maybe but not mad.

"Oh really? Then tell me why Y/n is at my place crying because you forgot that today is your anniversary," Bokuto had stepped towards him in anger and Akaashi took in involuntarily step back in fear. "They're at your place?" Akaashi asked and Bokutos jaw clenched.

"Yeah. And they are going to stay there until you sort yourself out," Bokuto growled turning and slamming the door closed with enough force to crack it. Akaashi stood frozen for a few extra moments trying to regain his composure after being afraid. He shook his head as he processed Bokuto's last sentence.

No you'd always come back to him, even if a fight had broken out between him and you, you would always come back. You had to come back he was your fiancé and the wedding was going to be in the upcoming w/f/s/s so he continued to work shaking off his encounter with Bokuto that had manage to worm a tiny bit of fear back into his heart.

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Akaashi didn't fully leave his office again until December 5th. He'd left it plenty of times before then but only for something quick eat or the bathroom or something to drink. In these moments he never bothered to look around the place but now on his birthday he did.

He expected to be greeted by your sparkling voice like you had done for the past four years but instead the house was silent. "Y/n?" He called out walking around the house was still perfectly clean. The last time he could recall hearing you was on the first with the vacuum running and the patter of your feet running around.

Since then he realizes the house had been silent except for his movements. As he walked into the dining room something glinted on the table in the early morning light. When he turned to look he froze there was your engagement ring. The thin band of silver sat there almost mockingly on a yellow sticky note.

He picked up the note and written on it were a few simple words. 'They aren't coming home - Bokuto' his brain filled in the missing words Bokuto had told him a few days ago "Not until I fix myself," he mumbled thumbing at the sticky in his hands. He knew what Bokuto meant he'd been borderline ignoring you for weeks to work.

Thoughts of your anniversary had left his mind but he didn't think it was that bad until right now. Forgetting had been the final nail in the coffin for you but he still had a chance. You weren't gone forever just temporarily misplaced. He rushed to shower and go buy flowers his brain running a mile a minute trying to figure out how to get you back and apologize.

He felt nervous and he was unsure of why until he remembered where you had taken up residence. Bokuto had never been scary to him, just a bright ball of happiness but the fear Bokuto had instilled in him a few days ago had lingered, and he was about to walk right into the lion's den.

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He couldn't see you as he approached the door. Maybe you were tucked away upstairs or in a place the windows didn't show but he'd seen Bokuto. The male was pacing clearly on edge and definitely dangerous but Akaashi would have to face him sooner or later so with a shaking hand he knocked.

Only half a second later the door swung open and Bokuto stood there mouth set in a hard line. Akaashi fought to supress the shiver that wanted to trail up his spine. "Is Y/n here?" He asked and once again cursed himself for sounding so meek. It was just Bokuto he wouldn't hurt him the man couldn't even hurt a fly! Although that sentiment didn't hold much when he felt like he was staring down the loaded barrel of a gun.

"Yes," Bokuto answered after a few beats of silence. His eyes raked over Akaashi's form judging him and seeing if he was ready to have Y/n back. "Can I see them? I'd like to talk," He was definitely playing with fire when Bokuto looked back up at his eyes. "About what?" He asked lowly Akaashi noted that Bokuto was staying quiet which meant you had to be downstairs. "I'd like to apologize for ignoring them and forgetting our anniversary," Bokuto nodded once before swinging the door closed.

He blinked in mild suprise "Bo-Bokuto-san?" He questioned wondering where he went wrong that warranted the door being closed. He was about to knock again when the door opened revealing you. Your h/c hair was slightly messy and e/c eyes half lidded in sleep.

What Akaashi didn't like was the MSBY jersey that swallowed you figure. The number 12 emblazoned on the front and long enough to cover your thighs. He couldn't tell if you were wearing pants but he hoped you did. You never walked around his house like this unless it was after a fun night but he couldn't assume things. Not now and he especially couldn't accuse you of cheating when Bokuto was on the staircase right behind you.

He could see that the golden eyed male was poised to attack when the conversation would start heading south. You tilted your head in confusion "Hello Akaashi," You had mumbled and he did flinch then. No pet names or his first name no, you had decided on formal. "Hi darling," He whispered the pet name but you merely shook your head.

"Why are you here?" The genuine confusion on your face made Akaashi feel a lot worse about everything. "Im here to apologize and seeing as its my birthday id like my present from you to be going on one date with me," He said slowly "Please," was tacked on as an afterthought. You turned your head eyes meeting Bokuto's and Akaashi hated the jealousy that crawled up his spine when his eyes softened.

"Um actually Akaashi I wanted to talk to you about something," Your hands had balled into fists tightly gripping the hem of the shirt you wore. A nervous habit you had whenever something scared you. He felt his heart drop in response to those words and you shook your head. "No no! It's nothing bad- well I guess that depends on how you feel about it," You were quick to try and sooth him and Akaashis heart swelled at the fact that right now even if you weren't getting along you still worried about him.

He didn't even realize you had led him inside until he was on the couch. His eyes trailed over you figure as you sat across from him. The shirt rode up enough exposing part of your thigh and Akaashi could see the hem of a pair of shorts. They followed their path until his eyes rested on the new gold band around your ring finger. It was decorated in a series of small gems that were the same blue as his eyes and he took a deep breath.

"What is it?" He lightly questioned when the silence began suffocating him. Bokuto was behind him somewhere he felt the stare being burned into his back. The second this conversation possibly turned south Bokuto was ready to jump in. "Well...I was wondering how you felt about the two of us becoming um...three of us?" You looked down afterwards hands nervously ringing together.

"...three of us?" He wanted more clarification were you implying a kid or something else? You hummed meeting his eyes before they flickered to the male that was behind him 'oh' it pieced itself together then. You were implying a poly relationship with him and Bokuto. He must have been quiet for too long since your hands began rubbing at your sides.

He scrambled for an answer he knew he was unbothered by it but this was...The two of you were only a few months away from getting married and you wanted to add Bokuto into the mix? Now of all times? He took a shuttering breath as he thought.

"Well...I guess I have to call the restaurant and tell them to change the reservation for three people then," he offered a small smile and your head whipped up. "Really?" You whispered and he could only supply a nod.

"Yeah now when I'm busy with work the both of you can harass me into taking a break," it was a poor attempt at a joke but you had laughed anyway. He heard a chuckle from behind him as well and he breathed out a sigh of relief. "Keiji are you sure? I don't wanna make you uncomfortable or anything...," you trailed off and he smiled "im sure but are you sure about Bokuto? Hes a little chaotic," He asked "Hey!" Bokuto had an immediate reaction to the accusation.

You laughed reaching out and taking his hand "So is it a fancy dinner place?" You asked as Bokuto came over to take your free hand. He watched your thumb move back and forth across Bokutos hand a comforting gesture and he noticed the minute shake of Bokuto's hand. Unconsciously he reached out with his free hand and took Bokuto's which seemed to startle him slightly as wide gold eyes met his.

Akaashi gave a light squeeze and Bokuto settled with a sigh. "Its the restaurant I originally proposed at so yeah I'd go with fancy," he answered after a second. "You're making me get dressed up for your birthday dinner? Despicable really," you dramatically sighed and he found himself laughing. "Well I suppose we don't have to go since you've already given me the best present I could ask for today," He smiled tilting his head to the side and looking at Bokuto who was sitting cross-legged on the floor with a look of concern on his face.

"You alright Bo?" He looked up at the unfamiliar nickname eyes meeting Akaashi's once again. "M'fine just...I don't own a suit," He said quietly. The silence that stretched afterwards for a long moment before you broke it. "Kotaro what do you mean you don't own a suit you're a professional athlete!" "It wasn't an issue until now!" He shouted back love was fickle yes but as he watched you and Bokuto interact he knew

It was fickle but he wouldn't trade it in for anything.

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aforrestofstuff · 4 years

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I'd like to know if you have any cooking skills headcanons!! Like, from who's able to make a absolute meal to who burns microwaved instant noodles.

I’ve done a few individual headcanons about cooking before, but I think it’s time for a refresher. You could call this... the main course.

Okay, enough of that bullshit. Here’s the hcs. Thanks for your ask, anon! ❤️❤️💞

Disclaimer: this shit is crack as fuck because I have very strong feelings about cooking lmfao. FOH don’t interact.

Tornado of Terror: She’d find a way to burn ice cream, honestly. She tries so hard (by god she tries) but her meals always come out as a convoluted mess with ingredients that have no reason being together. She eats her steaks well done and boils hamburgers. It’s a nightmare. She doesn’t really spend too much time in the kitchen, however, because she knows she sucks at cooking and because of this, makes 90% of her diet consist of takeout. But if she did spend more of her day cooking, she’d probably discover the recipe to meth accidentally. It’s that bad.

Silverfang: Stubborn old grandpa way of cooking. He’s got a handful of recipes that have been passed down for generations and he’s gonna carry those fuckers to his grave. When Garou was living at the dojo, the little bastard would try to make some changes to these recipes and Bang had to will every molecule in his arthritis-riddled body to not RKO this kid (not really, Bang wouldn’t hurt a fly). But I digress. He’s a decent cook, knows all the fundamentals and all of that shit.

Atomic Samurai: Can’t cook or bake for shit although he, of course, talks himself up like he can. The extent of his cooking knowledge is only within the realm of “shit you can roast over a campfire when your cheap ass can’t scrape together enough coin to pay the electricity bill”. But now that he’s got that S-Class paycheck and three other disciples to freeload off of, they pretty much cater to his every food-related need. He’s useless in the kitchen. Utterly fucking useless.

Child Emperor: Doesn’t know how to cook (little bastard ain’t even tall enough to reach the stove imo) but luckily he’s got that PHAT BRAIN so he can easily just build a Gordon Ramsey bot 3000 to replace his incompetence in the kitchen. His diet consists of Dino nuggets and microwaveable noodles so it’s not like he’s doing the world a great disservice by not learning how to cook properly.

Metal Knight: Same as Child Emperor except he’s a rich bastard and programs his bots to make that fancy shit with only the finest ingredients. He’s got enough cash from doing black market tech trades and building up his robo-army that this motherfucker could snort caviar for fun. He’s a real pompous asshole about it.

King: His mom taught him to cook a few things, nothing serious. He’s one of those dudes that doesn’t really know how to make much, but the few dishes that he does know how to cook are fucking BOMB. He’s got a cast iron skillet for making pancakes and everything, bitch is already halfway to being a chef himself. Other than that, however, he’s a ramen monster. His blood is practically pre-packaged bone broth.

Zombieman: I’ve said this in a previous hc but he’s a damn good cook. One problem though: he only knows how to make single servings of everything because he eats alone almost all the time. He specializes in meats. Bitch is a carnivore. He bought himself a set of those 500-dollar butcher knives so he can carve up cuts like a monster. He hemorrhages cash into fancy wood chips so he can get that smoky flavor juuuuust right. He’s got an Outdoor Chef setup on his patio. My mans is living the DREAM.

Drive Knight: He can eat but does he really need to? His cooking expertise is popping a new battery in. There you go.

Pig God: Oh my god if this man’s kitchen isn’t Michelin-Star quality. He eats a lot and he cooks a lot, it’s only natural. He’s got an indoor grill and pot chandelier and buys industrial-sized buckets of pickles and roast beef by the cow and— okay he just has a lot of food, alright? And he’s got that PHAT S-Class paycheck so my boy probably has a whole walk-in fridge just to put all the fucking food he eats. Bonus points if he hires a dishboy to work and a contractor to implement a three-sink dish station with “Clean-Rinse-Sanitize” stickers slapped on the steel, lol. But yeah, he cooks for 500 people at a time because he eats enough for 500 people at a time. Gotta maintain that figure, you know what I’m saying?

Superalloy Darkshine: He has. Oh my god— he has a full shelf dedicated to just. DOZENS OF JARS of whey protein. He has two blenders: one for fruit smoothies and one for protein shakes. His kitchen? Spotless. He knows how to cook and he eats like a bodybuilder (because he is one, duh) so he’s got that fridge STOCKED at all times. He cleans like he’s getting paid for it because nothing feels better than wiping down a gas stove until that bitch is spotless. However, his taste is garbage. He can throw down in the kitchen but does it taste good? No. Sometimes the ultra-healthy alternative to something isn’t always the greatest. He’s grown accustomed to putting zucchini in his cakes and almost damn well likes the texture of it, but don’t invite this guy to the potluck because he WILL show up with a vegetable nightmare that’s sure to make even vegans gag. Sorry bud, but nobody likes soy bacon.

Watchdog Man: furry ass.

Flashy Flash: I’ve said this before in a previous hc, but he’s pescatarian. He grew up on a coastal town before being sold of to the ninja village like a goddamned carpet and now fish is the only meat he eats. His cooking ability is about as good as one would expect from a homesless ninja. Like Atomic Samurai, he can throw it down over the campfire and still find a way to make a decent dish (in both presentation and taste) despite having limited knowledge and resources to work with. Bitch can whip up a five-star meal with some branches, a fish, and half a carrot like it was second nature. That’s about it though. He’s useless in an actual kitchen.

Genos: It’s canon. He’s a housewife. He only knows how to make the select few dishes that play an integral part in Saitama’s diet, though (because Genos can eat but he doesn’t really need to, so he only does it when he and Saitama are sharing a meal). Those dishes include things like: actual garbage. He cooks shit food. It’s not his fault. Saitama just eats like a fucking twat. There’s rats that live in the dumpster outside the restaurant I work in that have a better diet than him. Genos just works with what the poor bastard’s got and has gained a pretty mediocre grasp on cooking because of it. If he wanted to, though, he could easily be the best chef in all the land. Too bad he’s more focused on being an ultra-powerful speed demon.

Metal Bat: Tries his absolute best to cook healthy meals for him and Zenko when he almost always resorts to just popping a frozen pizza in the oven and calling it a day. I’ve said this before in a previous hc, but he eats his shit BURNT. Bitch like his steak well done, his yolks grey, and his chicken vaporized. The only exception to this is sushi because there really is no other way to enjoy it other than having it raw. Trust me, though. If there was a way to burn the fuck out of sashimi while still having it be sashimi, he’d find a way to do it and like it. But yeah, as I said: he sucks ass at cooking. He’s tried the tutorials, he’s bought the skillets, he’s sharpened the knives, but he just can’t fucking do it.

Tanktop Master: Same as Superalloy. They bond over gross-ass ultra-healthy recipes that only they enjoy. The Tanktop Gang loves him but they always kindly refuse to eat over at his house because they know he’s gonna try to make them ingest a broccoli loaf or some shit. He’s not too strict about his diet, though. He’ll chill out and have a pizza every once and a while, but only when he’s hanging out with the homies.

Puri-Puri Prisoner: He has a job in prison where he helps out in the kitchen for seventy-five cents an hour, but that’s about the extent of it. He’s got the bare basics down and could put together a decent meal for date night if he really tried (and had a damn kitchen to work with). On top of that, he can throw down some tasty prison food recipes, hand-crafted from the brick box itself. Ramen pad Thai, anyone?

Amai Mask: he’s rich as fuck, why does he need to cook? Bitch hired a chef and now all he does it drink skim milk and eat food from the top shelf. He couldn’t fry an egg if his life depended on it. Poor bastard doesn’t even know what a whisk is. And don’t even get me started on how much of a slob he is. The ten-minute process of making a single plate of spaghetti will have his kitchen in such a disgusting state that it’ll take him and a trusty Mister Clean Magic Eraser five hours just to clean it up. That is, if he even has the basic human decency to pick up after himself. He’ll probably just hire someone to do for him and then tip them a crisp 100-dollar bill for their troubles, only to make an even worse mess tomorrow.

Iaian: I’ve said this before in a previous hc, but yes: he can cook. It’s nothing special. He’s got a suburban dad sense of cooking where he, like King, can only make a select few dishes but makes those dishes taste magical. He’s got 0 utensils and shit kitchen to work with (because Kami’s place is probably like, centuries old on account of him still being a Samurai), but boy can Iaian whip up a feast like no other despite all that. It’s all protein-packed flavor bombs that look simple in comparison to, say, Zombieman or Metal Knight’s food, but it still tastes good all the same. Kama eats off of his plate all the time and it used to annoy him but they’ve grown so close that they might as well share forks at this point.

Okamaitachi: Can’t really cook, but they are a baking god. I don’t know much about baking but I know they’ve got a cupboard dedicated to their plethora of sourdough starters. They buy yeast by the pound and make enough bread to feed entire armies some days. Whatever the gang doesn’t eat, they donate it to the local homeless shelter and make it a habit to go out of their way performing good deeds that don’t always involve sword fighting (something Kami insists he instilled into them via his teachings— which is bullshit. Kama is just naturally good-hearted and sweet).

Bushidrill: Can’t cook or bake for shit but like Atomic Samurai and Flash, can throw it down on the campfire. Don’t let this man near any turkeys or pigs because he will spitroast the fuck out of them.

Fubuki: Okay, not only is she a great cook but she’s as dogmatic as a coked-out head chef. She and the Blizzard Group sometimes cook together in her massive kitchen (she poured all of her measly paycheck into it because by god, if her apartment doesn’t have a kitchen fit for a chef then it’s not worth living in), and she’ll be barking orders like a damn crow. She’s got the two-grand knife set, cast-iron everything, bronze accents on the sink, and the ability to deglaze a pan without starting a fire. She’s a natural. If she cooks for you, then that’s how you know she likes you. All in all, her food tastes and looks great. She’s a bit low on funds on account of being only Class-B, so she sometimes takes little shortcuts when plating her dishes, like using celery leaves in place of parsley and all that jazz.

Saitama: I’ve already said that his diet is absolute shit and part of that is due to being poor, but I will show mercy and say that he’s a decent cook. He only makes what he knows he’s gonna like and doesn’t leave any room for experimentation unless his budget allows it (which isn’t often). His kitchen only has the bare essentials. Genos has offered to buy him more equipment and even renovate the damn thing for him but Saitama refuses each time because then he’d have a bigass kitchen just for making a poor man’s omurice, and that would be a waste. His talent, though? Making a perfect omelet. He can fold the egg like a sheet with no tears and no brown spots. It tastes heavenly.

Mumen Rider: Ultra-safe in the kitchen. He doesn’t even own a knife sharpener because he’s clumsy enough to know he’ll cut himself the moment he even tries to use it. His pot handles all have coverings and he’s watched all of the food safety and fire safety videos out there. He could give a goddamned seminar on it. Food-wise, he’s a decent home cook. Nothing special. He does, however, share Superalloy and Tanktop’s nasty habit of over healthy-ing everything to oblivion and making it a tasteless, vegetative mess. It doesn’t matter if you invite him to the potluck or not because he’ll bring a cauliflower pizza anyway and y’all better fucking enjoy it or he’ll start crying.

Sonic: The same as Flashy Flash, minus the pescatarianism. He’d butcher a pig without blinking an eye, and often uses his katana in cooking (even though it poses like, 87 different safety hazards and is most definitely health violation). He can forage quite well and has taken a liking to wild mushrooms and berries over the years. It’s gotten so natural to him that he now knows by heart the specific time of year in which the wild berries are ripest, and which species of salmon inhabit certain streams on any given day.

Garou: Would burn water. End of story. His cooking is so bad and dangerous that everyone thinks he’s an arsonist when he really just starts fires on accident. Don’t let this fucker near a stove, for the love of god.

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sp00kworm · 4 years

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Please sir, any Collector x Reader? I'm dying of thirst. (you know me dear, I'd love any cute/soft reader with this bug madman.)

Hawk Eyes (Asa Emory [The Collector] / Reader)

The door to his office almost always never opened while he was inside. Working. It screamed to anyone in the hall that to disturb was to invoke his irritated and emotionless wrath. The new intern had squawked in his door for ten minutes before flouncing off to the lab to ensure his little test subjects were still healthy. They were looking at Dung Beetles. Not entirely fascinating work but their mating habits were of interest for the new paper. Asa felt the pounding behind his temples worsen as he reached for the aspirin in his drawer. Maybe it was just the lack of caffeine? He chewed a pill down before locking his computer. pulling on his coat as he prepared to walk through the cold to the coffee shop. It wasn’t far from the campus. They had to keep the students caffienated too.

He locked his office and walked, dark eyes glittering as he walked past the mirrored offices and out onto the pavement.

The coffee was hot in his grasp, and he pushed his glasses up to rub at his nose. His side ached. The slice in his side was a product of his own idiocy. Trusting a teenage girl not to act out. Now he was paying for it with agony. The aspirin was less than helpful at numbing the throbbing.

He sucked in a breath through his teeth and shifted his feet on the floor, sat as straight as he could manage in the padded seat. He’d taken the gloves off and felt naked. His fingers were long and chapped from the cold, knuckles dry from the houses of wearing black nitriles all night. Asa hoped he didn’t look tired. He didn’t want the pitying looks from others.

“Did you see the Hawk?”

A random question. No birds of prey tended to venture into the city. Asa looked at the park area across from himself and pondered the trees. Not tall enough for a bird of prey.

“A hawk?” The barista laughed at you, “Hawks don’t live around here.”

“Are you kidding?!” You took your coffee and grinned, “There’s a new mating pair settled up in the cathedral spire!” The excitement made his lips twitch. The same lip twitch only happened with a breakthrough in recent times. The bald man tilted his head, rubbing at the shaven hair over the back of his head.

“Whatever you say ‘twitcher’!” Your friend teased.

Your grumpy snarl was endearing.

Asa watched out of the corner of his eyes, the black shining orbs not really giving his position away. You approached timidly, camera around your neck and book in hand, coffee steaming in the other.

“Sorry, Sir, but do you mind if I sit here? Its just the birds are up there and I’d like to watch them for a bit.” You waited and tried not to flinch at his eyes. Black, the rims shining with green as he observed you, coldly looking you up and down before his lips twisted into a cool smile.

“Feel free.” He tugged his scarf from the table to let you place your book down, then sat quietly, leaned back, legs set apart as he drank the dark coffee in small sips, “Is it not uncommon for birds of prey to live here?”

He knew it was, but he wanted to hear the pitch and tone of your voice for a moment more.

“They seem to be after the pigeons, but otherwise yes, they’re pretty uncommon so far into the city.”

A nod and a low grumble.

If that was acknowledgement you didn’t know.

“You are a twitcher?” He asked off-handedly, calculating eyes falling on you.

“Ignore ‘Her’ up there. I just like to observe birds. Everything about them fascinates me.” You confessed, peering through the lens of the camera at the Hawk nest high in the cathedral spire.

The obsessive creature lover in him soared.

A new favourite to play with.

Asa let his lips quirk upwards.

“Would you like to look like one?” He asked, cogs whirring, wondering how wings would look in the curvature of your back. Metal pasted with the wings of tiger butterfiles wrapped around silk and dripping blood.

One to add to the collection.

“Buy me another coffee and maybe I’ll tell you more next time,” You squinted at his University name badge, “Doctor Emory.”

“Mmmm.” He clicked harshly in the back of his throat, “Is that a date?” He took his scarf from his lap and stood, watching the Hawk swoop down with pearlescent eyes.

“Show me your collection and I’ll show you mine, Asa.” You wiggled the bird spotters journal in front of him.

A fire lit in his gut.

Blood over nitrile covered hands. Thousand of butterfly wings.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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resident-beekeeper · 4 years

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This is a continuation of this post, because that was getting far too long so I thought I'd split it up.

When it gets to autumn it's time to get honey and wax.

Early autumn mind, so the bees have plenty of time to build up depleted stores ready for winter.

Geralt puts bee escapes in the hives they're collecting from (basically 1 way gate things that gets all the bees out of a super so they aren't there when you take it away), but obviously not in all of them because not all the colonies are strong enough to give honey.

Of course Jaskier insists upon helping Geralt carry the supers into their house because there are quite a lot of them.

Only it turns out that honey is very heavy and he doesn't have the upper body strength to lift a super and then carry it any distance. So Geralt takes it off his hands.

In his defence he did try very hard to lift a full super. Definitely gets points for effort, if nothing else.

The kitchen then gets covered in cardboard and sheets are hung up to cover the door frames. It is also thoroughly cleaned so the honey is free of bacteria and stuff.

Now it's time for spinning.

Geralt is old fashioned in his beekeeping and so has a hand powered centrifuge. Which means that he needs to spend a while spinning the honey round and round to get it out of the wax. It's pretty hard work and his muscles look very good.

This is the best picture I could find on the internet of a centrifuge. Mine is a little different and has a lid to help avoid spillages but its currently underneath a lot of stuff because I won't need it for several months. Anyway Geralt would spin the handle that's on the side.

Jaskier is on holding the centrifuge steady duty because he's strong enough for that, and not trusted with a knife. It also gives him a chance to look at Geralt's muscles but shhh.

Yennefer for some reason is trusted with a knife, so she's cutting the caps off the cells. (Honey gets little wax lid things put on it by bees to preserve it, called caps. This needs cutting off so that the centrifuge gets it out properly. A hot knife is best to cut through wax because it melts ot a bit.)

Ciri is in charge of giving Yennefer the honeycomb to cut the caps off, removing the wax that had been spun from the centrifuge from its wooden frames and giving hot water to Yennefer to heat up her knife.

Which sound like a lot but it doesn't take much to move around frames, and the hot water only needs replacing every 15 minutes or so. So it's only 1 proper job really.

This makes it sound a lot calmer than it was. It was highly highly chaotic.

For one thing, honey gets fucking everywhere and is very sticky. But it's also surprisingly slippery when theres above a certain amount in 1 place.

Jaskier keeps eating bits of honeycomb with honey in which slowly makes him feel sick from all the sweetness. But also now hes got beeswax in his mouth and nowhere to put it. And if you chew beeswax for long enough it gets all crumbly.

Ciri, Geralt, and Yennefer's hair gets honey and small bits of wax in it even though its tied back. None of them can go outside in case bees or wasps find them and follow them back inside to where all the honey is.

When all of the honey has been spun, and then transferred into a settling bin (a smaller tub that you put honey in to let bits of wax rise to the top so its easier to get them out of the honey) it's time to deal with the sticky wax.

Geralt and Ciri normally make beeswax candles together, but the wax needs to not have any honey in it otherwise it smells of burnt sugar when it burns and smokes a bit.

So they need to separate out the honey and wax by melting it. (Wax is hydrophobic and less dense than honey so it rises to the top and when it solidifies you can take it off in blocks. This often needs to happen twice.)

They all gather up the wax that Ciri got out of the frames and squash it into some metal dishes that Geralt has for wax melting. (I do not have this sort of thing, but I figured Geralt probably would. Instead I use dishes that are also used for food which are always a massive pain to clean.)

They then get put into the oven which is on very low, and left for a while. Geralt takes them out when the wax has melted because it's a lot of hot liquid that really needs to not be spilled especially because wax is very hard to get off stuff.

There's lots of metal wires in the wax that need taking out with great care, so of course Jaskier underestimates how hot the melted wax actually is, reaches into the wax to get the wires out, and promptly burns himself.

Ciri takes out the wire with a fork so that she doesn't burn herself.

She also takes out the wax that hasn't melted, which is bad for making candles with. (I have no idea why there is wax like that but there always is. Its generally a different colour too.)

Once its cooled down, Ciri takes the wax and cleans it. (Theres always gunk inbetween the honey and wax when it separates.)

Every year as a treat, Geralt lets Ciri choose one extra candle mould when she makes candles. At this point she has about 10, because she started off with more than 1 anyway.

This year she decides on a light house because she doesn't have many tall candle moulds.

Jaskier gets wind of this and decides he wants to get Geralt one. So he gets the THORNE catalogue and looks at the candle moulds. (THORNE is a supplier of bee stuff. There's so much stuff you can buy from them, including a bee suit with knee pads built into it. They sell candle moulds too, along with wicks.)

There are a lot of potential candles for Jaskier to choose from.

He's very tempted by the 'lovers' one because he is giving it to Geralt.

But then he turns the page and sees a candle that has been censored for the magazine.

And it is called '50 shades of wax'. So of course Jaskier has to get it because hes almost certain Geralt's reaction will be priceless. (This particular candle is one that I saw in a THORNE catalogue. I have no idea how many people would ever want to buy it, especially because you couldn't see what was going on because it had a red box covering most of it that said '18+' on it.)

He orders it separately from Ciri's though, because it needs to be a surprise and also he doesn't want to explain to Ciri why he got it for her dad.

When it arrives he shows it to Geralt just before they're about to go to bed.

Geralt isn't really aware of books that have come out even slightly recently, unless it's something that Ciri likes.

So when he sees what it's called, and especially without knowing what it looks like (it's a solid mould and a relatively complicated design so it's difficult to see what it is) hes just really confused.

Because of course you can dye wax so that it's different colours, but those aren't really shades?

And beeswax does come in slightly different colours, but that's normally impurities in the wax, rather than the wax itself being a different shade.

So Geralt just looks at it in confusion for a long time.

Jaskier eventually puts him out of his misery by explaining why it's called that, and roughly what it will look like.

But by this point the mood Jaskier was hoping for has well and truly been spoiled.

But at least he got a laugh out of it, if not how he was expecting to.

That's probably enough for now? I'm definitely gonna add more. They still need to feed the bees and actually make candles. Among other stuff.

(@jaskierisanangel because someone wanted to be tagged so they could see more? Which is wild to me but also makes me so happy)

#the witcher #geralt #jaskier #yennefer #ciri #geraskier #bees #beekeeping #this was once again mostly a ramble about bees #the witcher au #if anyone want to know about bees #i will talk about them to pretty much anyone

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ajoycegallogo · 4 years

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( SEASONS ❄🍃🌞🍁)

( SHORT STORY )

"WINTER" ❄

love is such a fleeting concept nowadays , you can keep saying " I LOVE YOU " to someone and it wouldn't mean much .

I used to be one for romance, one of those who would sing about how love conquers all or one of those who still

believed that true love still exists , but as the seasons changed , so did my perspective on love .

It was during the first days of winter , the snow slowly falls on to the paved roads , the leaves have started

to wither , and my heart freezing over, reacting to what had just occured .

I was patiently waiting at the diner where my boyfriend and i frequented , the familiar smell of the eggs and bacon

from the kitchen , the soothing music of the jukebox permeating the room , and kind smiles of the waiters would always

put my mind at ease , we were set to meet there for our dinner date and i was planning to ask a very important question.

as I saw his figure approached the door , his face seemed gloom . he then sat down on the chair from mine .

" what's the matter baby ? " I asked

" We need to talk." he answered meekly , "This is not working out anymore ."

Taken back i answered , "what do you mean baby ?"

" stop calling me that! " he yelled at me.

after that everything was just a blur of colors and a jumble of word . that conversation lasted about 20 minutes before

before he decided to leave , i was too shock to give chase . as i sat there thinking about how everything went wrong ,

I took the small box from my coat pocket only to open it and wonder what am i gonna do with this couple ring that i am

planning to gave him as a gift for our anniversary . I felt as if my world has been turned upside down , after 2 years

into a relationship I thought that we were strong enough to last a lifetime . after wallowing in my sorrows for about an

hour , I decided to go back home and never come back to that diner but before i went out the door , i wanted to leave

a parting gift to the place that had hold so many memories .

I placed the the box with our two rings inside in the counter with a note that reads , " I didn't had much luck with this .

I hope that it would be more useful for you ." and left the place .

the walk home that night was a lonely one , the winds were singing a harrowing tune, the sound of the birds are nowhere to

be heared , and even the annoyance of traffic is nowhere to be heared , my heart that day was as frozen as the winter day .

(SPRING 🍃)

Nicole , a few friends , and i went to the salon and went to buy clothes is done .

As we arrieved at the place , I can tell that the air is fresh and relaxing filled with the smell of vanilla coffee,

oh how i missed this place .

the girls took their time taking pictures and posting it on their social media accounts .

while I would love to join nicole listening to music while enjoying the view . I decided to step

out a little far from where they are and get some time alone feeling the place where i can see the swing

that reminds me of him .

I've always love the night air , the view of the city lights makes me feel lightened up the absence of car noises

is calming .I then decided to ride on the swing to emmerse myself , and to think .

looking back, I found myself asking questions like ; why i didn't see it sooner ? was it my fault ? and why

have I let myself go ? these and thousand more questions were swimming in my mind , a part felt like screaming at the

world , thinking what I did do to deserve such a fate . As I put my hands on my face , hurt at everything that had happened

, I found out that I was no longer alone .

" Wow, A guy said from other end of the bench , " you look terrible everything okay , there ? " i will never forget the

first time I looked upon that manly figure , his beautiful deep brown eyes pierced right through my soul .

"Hello? he exclaimed ," not much of a talker are you ? well dont mind me then. " he then takes out a little pad and

starts to scribble something on it .

"what you got there ? " I finally asked .

" we'll someone finally decided to talk ! he said and smile, " well if you really want to know , I usually go out on quiet

night like this to draw . and tonight I found myself drawn in this place .

" Are you like some sort of an artist ? '"

He then laughs a hearty laugh " oh I wish I was that good , but no this is just something I love to do to get my mind

off of the things that stresses me out . " she then caught eye that I kept looking at his sketch pad , " would you like

to see some of my drawings? "

" I would love to . " he then handed me his sketch pad and as i flipped through his work, my eyes laid feast on beautiful

pencil work of buildings , nature , people , and all manner of beautiful scenery . " Wow , you are amazing at this !"

" Thanks ... " he replied , " the name's Yuki by the way ." he then reaches out to shake my hand .

" I'm jillian , care to share what are you doing here by yourself ?

" we'll if you see right there , " I said as I am pointing at my friend taking pictures , I was with those girls a bit

earlier but I decided to step out and get some time alone ,"

" Well if you want to go have some fun , I know a spot that is pretty awesome ." he said while standing up and holding

out her hand , " so do you want to come with or not ?"

I took his hand and exclaimed , " alright , lead the way ." t

he said with a big grin on his face while he drags me to a place that I wa unfamiliar with . Thinking about it now ,

why did I trust him so easily? he was a complete stranger and yet I feel like I already know him .

after around 10 minutes of walking we arrined at the place called " solace "the place was not crowded but kinda lively

. it was a small cafe on the edge of the town , the atmosphere there was so much more realxing than the place that

i used to go . " what do you think of the place ?"

" wow ,I said while I was scanning the place full of vintage knink knacks and paintings , " this place is amazing . how

did you find this place? ' I've lived all my life in this city and I'VE Never found this place ."

" This place just opened up, a friend of mine owns it , So if you come here with me , you can get a discount ."

" sweet , you must have some interesting friends ."

" Ha - Ha yeah ." a moment of awkwardness then ensues .

" i think we should take a seat ." I said in attempt to break the atmosphere .

" Oh right , I know a good spot . " he then leads me to a spot on the roof everlooking the countryside .

" you're right . this is amazing spot ".

" yeah ... OH I already ordered us their most amazing drink , I'm sure you'll love it . It's bavarian coffee

and it is by far the best coffer I have ever tasted ."

" I'll take your word for it " , as I said that , the waiter brought us the drinks , " Well speak of the devil ."

" cheers ." he said as he raises his glass . as we drank the coffee , the bitterness of the coffee started to dance

on my toungue , as well as something sweet , is it milk / fruit ? or maybe it's the coffee itself? eaither way ,

that coffee huh?"

" definitely never tasted something like that before . i love it " the night then continue with some lovely conversation

between strangers . We were so preoccupied with each other that the staff had to kick us out because the place was

closing .

"Wow !" she exclaimed , I didn't realized we were talking that long ."

" yeah me neither ." I commented , But I had a really nice time with you."

he smiled shyly , Hey do you want to do this again sometime? "

" Yeah , I'd love to . " we then exchanged numbers and went on our seperate ways . that night I went back home that day

with my friends , a smile on my face , and once frozen heart started to bloom once more.

(SUMMER 🌞)

A few months passed and we kept seeing eachother , sometimes to small places , like our favourite hangouts , other times

to some place special , like a masked ball . we gotten to know eachother very well . and as the summer times roll in ,

we had dated for about two months , " hey there sweet cheeks ." he said to me in a sweet manly voice ,

" what do you want to talk about ?"

"hey there big butt." I said as I try to keep the atmospehere , what's the rush ? can't we just eat and drink first ?

he started to stare me down ,suspicious of my intentions , what's the matter yu?

" you're acting really suspicious right now," he said that as the waiter brought us our food , " did my food had poisoned?

"what ? no ! why would I even do that? "

" I dont know maybe you think im annoying but breaking up with me is too hard and now you're getting rid of me

the old fashioned way. "

I sat there with a bland look on my face . " yu that doesn't mean make any sense , If I found you annoying , why would

I be asking you to move in with me ?

he sat back with a stunned look on his face , " what ... you want me to move in with you ?"

" We'll we've been together for a while now and I think we're ready to take our realtionship to the next step ,"

as I said as I handed him the keys to my apartment , " so yu would you like to move on with me ?"

I stood up , he grabbed me and kiss me on the foredhead , " yes ofcourse I would love to but wouldn't it be better that

we built our own house after this ?

" we will get there yu ."

" I love you jill "

" I blushed ... " I love you too yu ."

at a loss for words , I did the onlt that I was appropriate to do , he ran to me and embraced me . " thank you , he said

our favorite stuffs and ourselves , we meant the world to eachother and nothing can separate the both of us .

I felt like the most luckiest man alive to have you by my side ."

A few more months passed and I our love only grew during those times . We knew everything about ourselves .

(AUTUMN🍁)

YU'S POV

that day , we were supposed to meet by the park where we first met . The autumn leaves were starting to fall , the

wind had started to turn cold , and I was sweating with anticipation . WE were together for 10 months , that's not

a long time , I bought her the ring last week , it wasn't the fanciest ring out there but I thought that she would

okay with it , I waited for her at the bench where we met each other for the first time , I was lost in thought of

our future together , the family we would make , when I heared the screaming ,

I immediately ran towards it , it was a car crash and as I move through the crowd and I saw a body lying on the ground,

it was jillian ... I wa shocked , I immediately ran towards her , held her and yelled , " Somebody please ! Somebody

call an ambulance ! frustrated at the slow reaction of the crowd , I carried her all the way to a nearby hospital .

I slammed through the door and screamed , " Somebody help! Somebody help my girlfriend ! " One of the nurses took her

and send her to the operating room . I followed close behind but was stopped by one of the staff. ' i'm sorry you

have to wait here ." and then it started the most frustrating few hours of my life . it was agonizing , the uncertainty

of what is to happen , the self - blame that I had to endure , and the feeling of helpless was consuming me .

after a solid 5 hours , one of the doctors came up to me , " So doc , when can I see my girlfriend ? "

the doctor just stood there , unsure of how to break the bad news , but i could already tell.

I'm sorry ," the doctor said as I began to break down in tears , " we found this in her backpack . I think

you would like to keep it ." he handed me his a box and as I opened it there are two rings inside a couple ring

the last thing of hers that I held . I sat back down looking through her at the morgue with her cold body .

my eyes filled nothing but tears .

A week after her death , here we are now , at her funeral . Her family asked me to do a speech on her behalf .

I'm nervous , anxious about what to say . and worried that I don't get to say what I need to say . But as I

walk towards the altar and as her coffin is being burried , "My love for her will never falter and yet my heart

has dropped and may never rise again just as the leaves of an autumn ."

( END)

@queenlupitajones

I would like to apologize sir for passing this after the deadline 🙏

BY : Angel Joyce Gallogo

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whimsically-ominously-auspice · 4 years

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youtube

Y'all getting tortured too..I lost it. I couldn't handle it

I got germ x on a cotton round and started washing my face.

I got more body parts to literally scrub

After my grandpa died of cancer -- well. Denise killed him but they said it was the cancer...

I took a shower and scrubbed my body every day. I got a new toothbrush weekly.

I used a scouring pad from the kitchen and I didn't ever turn the cold water knob but just a tiny stream.

The water was all the way on full blast hot.

I scoured my skin off.

My Uncle Dad took me to the hospital when he finally came home from the ship. It finally docked.

Doctor asked had I burned myself. "No I just took shower and it just didn't feel clean.. It never feels clean"

"How hot is the shower?"

"Oh will the way hot. I turn the cold on slightly about midway to do the final rinse"

"How long do you shower for and how many times do you perform a "rinse"?"

"Well the shower stays on... I'd say 3 - 4 times when it's all the way hot then at least twice, so about 6.. Sometimes 10.. 12... 45 one day"

I heard my uncle dad sob from the corner. I looked st him perplexed. Cause I was doing right. I was keeping the germs off me.

"I just gotta stay clean dad" as he raised his head he sucked in air through his nose. And i saw a man in misery and guilt

"I'm so sorry sorry i thought you could handle the cancer. I thought you'd be okay and i just had ti fo to work but she...."

"I can handle the cancer dad. I just gotta stay clean and keep the germs off of me"

"What kind of products do you use. SOS pads... Denise doesn't buy a lot of Shampoo so i try to keep,that for my hair... So I'll use dish soap or sometimes even laundry. Bleach is good but she doesn't buy that one slot either. I don't like the amoniea. The smell bothers me but I had to use it 3 or 4 times because I didn't have anything else but that was when i found the SOS pads under the sink. Lo and behold they have soap in them already. So, i quiet using extra except when i wash my face with them. Soften the skin up a little bit more than so I don't get wrinkles"

I looked dead into his eyes and told something I didn't tell any other adult about what i did. I told my friends... But not in a way that it was me. "You know someone i heard of was...." Not I did this. But someone did.

My dad according to my DNA4U although there's,a story about that...

He was in the corner crying the whole time I was talking. "No she needs help. I need help for her."

The doctor said they had received a phone call he thought it was from the FBI. But he looked at his notepad and said "Nope the CIA."

"I just have to keep the germs off me tell them that. They need to, too"

"I'm calling them Billy don't you worry"

"Yeah" he said into the phone "i got a situation here. I'm gonna need you to come in and take her. ... Mental ward"

Son of a bitch. I attacked him. I wasn't crazy. I needed to be germ free.

I grabbed the phone "WHAT I NEED IS TO BE CLEAN AND YOU DO TOO GODDAM THE WHOLE WORLD"

And i beat that poor doctor in the head and back wirh that phone until it fell apart and nothing was left.

"And that's how I kill germs" I told his dead body.

Mental institution?!?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!? THE GERM INFESTATIONS I WOULD DIE IMMEDIATELY JUST BREATHING THE AIR!!! NO WAY IN HELL!!! GOD FUCKING NO!!!

My dad just sat there as i beat the doctor to death m his eyes and jaw open as wide as can be.

"You understand right? I'm not here to hurt you but This place it's so dirty but i came here with you. Because i trust you to keep me safe. But he wouldn't. Not. The dirtiest place in the world he would send me to and i just can't have that. I'll push the panic button to get you some help that you need"

It was right by the door. So these big ass mother fucking dudes came me in started grabbing me to hold me down and strap me to the bed. Big mother fuckers HUGE. Body builders and shit. "ARE YOU GERM FREE!! DONT GET A HOLD OF ME!! LET ME GO. GODDAMINIT!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I killed all 3. "Now i gotta wash my hands and arms. They fucking touched my face and every thing. Stuck thier fingers in my mouth and all. I need to,start with bleach. Can you get me some?"

My dad was in shock.

"Maybe later. I'll ask you again when your nervous system calms down" I washed my face and elbows.

It was 1992 Christmas was a few weeks away. My lie age I was 12. My real age I was only 8.

Finally the CIA came in "are you here to help or force me to wash my hands again?"

He put his arms up as he walked by me and sat next to my dad "well i know Gaberiel and Calvin can help. Gaberial goes to school with her and he said she looks alright but seems to be in a trance like state most of the time. But they will know what to do. Do not worry. Sabrina you cannot keep killing doctors like that"

"I'm not going!! The backwoods motel where they put the strange and i tell you none of them know how to,wash their hands!!"

"You look like a witch!!"

"At least im a clean one fuck y'all shit"

This whole team of huge CIA dudes... They all washed their hands no less than 3 minutes up their elbows for an additional two while I watched.

This big one said "she's not alright you know that. I never washed my hands this much in my life"

I warned him i would kill him if he didn't get off the team "oh no it's refreshing I don't have a problem. My face too here i come"

When he lifted his face he saw mine. "There's nothing wrong with me sir. This world is unclean"

"That's that transelike state. Her voice gets hollow and the carries. Did she kill the others like that Bill?"

"No I didn't. He made me upset while i waited for th3 help I supposed to be needing. Like no one knows,l they can poison me any second"

I knew but i didn't know Denise injected medicine into my grandpa's vein.

I COULDN'T handle this guy at the sink. He wanted to teach me like he could do it better. Like i had something wrong with me. And he didnt like it"

"Out. Just get the fuck out of here. I'll give you a chance to live."

I ended up killing the whole line of people but this one little yellow Asian man.

He was surrounded by dead bodies. 5. They took the 3 guard nurses and the doctor out already.

"Do i wash my hands now? Is it my turn?"

"SIR!!" i said pissed off. I looked around me. My poor dad "well what do you think about your surroundings?"

"You look good. Able to kill real easily. Looks like I need some more training. But I'm just here to wash my hands as i was told to"

He told me the times he needed to wash.

"Well no one else is in line so I suppose that yes it's your turn now"

I laid down on the little check up table bed and fell to sleep. I was exhausted. Killed 9 people. Because they were aliens. And i would let someone live. 3 people in total. Out of 12..

It could be a good day after all, as long as i didn't go to Baywood Inn Acres.. I'd been there before. I escaped and let all the mental patients out. Well maybe if i went I could do that again I thought as I drifted off to sleep. I could still do it. I'd killed 9 today in just seconds.. I could let the rest escape.

Snoop put me on time restrictions. I bit him. I kicked him. I punched him in the stomach. He would walk in with a shield from SWAT to tell me to stop washing at the sink.

It was all scuffed up and I had to clean it. Germs get in them scratches and cracks...

Before he knew it it was all soaped up and If he exposed, his face he would get soaped too. Bar of soap.

Oh boy he was pissed off at me. "You need to kill the right people!!" Him and Alex Laughlin both said

"Then let me use the soap for as long as I want to"

I was a horrror show star. Like a doll. Like poltergeist. There's that doll that turns it's head all creepy. My eyes be glassy I walked around like I was dead.

I was. I was so dead inside. I KNEW my grandpa would die for no fucking reason. I knew and there wss nothing I could do to save that Old man!!!!

And i KNEW i was going get cancer, too!!!

Just wash it all off. Wash it down the drain.,that is I what i would say.

This video to some. But I used to do that.

2 years later I did get cancer in my throat just like I knew I would. I wrote about it.

So I handle death a lot better. Losing one. Germs.

If I know a person doesn't wash their hands and their hands are warm. I freak the fuck out.

"Don't fucking touch me" and I get filled with violent rage.

Some people think it's cool to make fun of me. A violent assassin. To this date with my bare hands no magic included in the last 35 years I've killed 22,489,601,427 people.

So y'all need to learn to wash your mother fucking hands. 35 seconds i recommend.

CDC says it's good in 20... Don't underestimate the power of germs. Scrub faster and go for long term use of that soap you just squirted on you. Go up to the elbows!

Eventually I got okay. To be okay I had to kill people. 862 thousand.

All aliens in stolen bodies. Then i was okay again.

But until then i would sleep walk to the sink wash,me up then hit the streets in a trance.

So they got a kid to live with me... Anton. From Queer Eye... Him...

"No what are you gonna do? He's got germs on him and he's our only kid!" Alex would bark at me.

"Then you kill him" i would tell him. He never did.

So i posted a video earlier. Poor child. "Wash your hands" "wash your hands!" In the video I shared that he shared. Poor child, "Now you gotta wash both hands although only one is dirty. The other might get jealous. Up to your elbows if you want to but definitely up to your wrists"

He played in the dirt a lot. If he didn't Snoop would pour it on him. "Now what are you gonna do?!?"

I smelled him make sure the cat didn't piss on it

Man Snoop did a hard fight. "Its fucking dirt snoop shut the fuck up!!:

I let that boy teach me about dirt. Is it clean? Does it feel fresh? Or smell bad?"

I let him choose whether to wash or not.

Somethings he HAD to wash after touching "raw meat" we had a list of things that could harm us if it was left on our hands.

I had to wash after uncooked hot dogs. Had to. Kid goddam creeped me out because he didn't

I'd just look at him like he was a leeper to give me leprosy from an uncooked hot dog.

"CHILL OUT!!!"

"Uh anuh he touched a raw hot dog and he didn't wash. Uncooked meat!! Its on there check the goddam list in a hurry" he was like a monster under my bed.

"It says raw meats baby."

"Uncooked is raw"

That little boy. Sweet precious angel he is. He said "i didn't agree because i wanted to go out side and play but now I see i take the hot dog containments into the dirt if I don't wash. So i would like to wash please"

I earned a kiss from Alex who was going by Gaberiel. At the time.

It shocked me with surprise. I did something right for the first time in weeks i wasn't yelled at by an adult. I put my head down on the arm of the chair and wept and wailed and cried.

I spent so much time fighting with who was supposed to be my friends. That it made me calm and feel normal. Ever since that day my grandpa died. I had so much built in my chest like a wall. Filled my body so.

Snoop finally understood under all that muscle mass and need to assassinate... I was still there.

"Lets go get some ice cream it's on the list for,being,human and you get sprinkles for crying."

"Lets go ma then I wanna play in the dirt.

I wasn't sure i could leave the house. I felt really wobbly... To go outside and not kill... It was dangerous. I tried to go back in like 14 times. But Alex kept stopping me. Or snoop or the baby Antony.

"Took us 15 minutes to go get us a dam treat,jist from the door to the car. When we go killing shes flying down the steps and first one to the car. Ain't no one gonna know what's wrong with her! Ain't no one!"

"I do! You just need to wash your hands! Wash Your hands!!" I had a sweet little boy next to me... I looked out the window of that white Cadillac and I sure did hope i could figure out how to,keep the world safe. They played and teased and made,him laugh.,all every one,in the car laughing with joy.

I just wanted to open the car door, jump out and die.

Later I finally told. Some movie reminded me of my grandpa... The only one I ever had. The one that allowed me to kill Denise. A prison guard.

"He died from something out side of him. Not inside out side. I can't handle it. It went down his arm.. Pink. It was something pink"

Snoop on his knees. "What was it poision?"

"Watch. Into here down this way to his pinkie then back up and then down around his heart and through his legs and up the other side and to his brain then he could smell the medicine cold cough syrup. And she kept doing it until the full bottle was,in,his body. It didn't work tho. The next day and the next. 3 more,days than,that. Then he was,dead. 2 bottles each day. Of cold medicine to kill tiny germs"

Alex's face,was,in terrified horror. Snoop still as a statue.

"Where do they live at?" Asked snoop.

"Texas. Redway lane"

"That is where you live at".

"That is what i am telling you. And i was in Texas and i didn't go to Arizona"

Snoop began to throw up in his hand and,ran,from the room.

Alex and Anthony looked at me all "why did you have to tell the truth?!"

"I'm trying to watch the movie here!!" Said Anthony "and tomorrow I wanna play in dirt"

"That's ok baby That's what you can do with Uncle Snoop. We'll be quiet now so you can watch the movie."

If you don't get germs on you. You don't get sick. Then you don't get murdered.

Stay Clean.

Corona. I'm telling you. It ain't no different.

Except I was told something worse than eating Vicks Vapo Rub would happen to me from Denise.

I had to kill 981,602,375 people like Denise until I felt satisfied the world was safer.

Until I could breathe again.

I felt my grandpa die. I was with him. I felt his whole body. When his left lung collapsed...

And he was begging "no Denise don't do it. It won't make me better. No Denise I don't want none. Dont put it in my IV. I don't have no cough or cold. I have cancer and I'm going to beat it"

And that Old man died. And I tried so hard. To keep his body alive. Just stay with him.

And his body was so riddled with cancer. He couldn't take being filled with the thick cough syrup.

After a million kills. Grandpa said I could stop the world would get better then. "If I do two more grandpa then it would get allot better"

We killed 6 million predators. By hand. We picked them from prisons.

Death Row and life sentences. They could die early if they wanted. They understood they would die. They signed contracts. And we filled them in gas chambers. And filled the air with a non toxic cough syrup smelling gas that made them relax. Laughing gas. Then we used rat poision gas. Until they died. We had some other gases too. I didnt care.

We did right by our promise and they choked end coughed choked on a white foam frothing from,their mouths. And,died.. And we watched them through a little window with gas masks on our faces.

"You know you could used a little more nitrous" would say Alex

"Only half choke to death. Most of them lay down peacefully to die."

Oddly white men were more often to fight Than the black man.

"Either the black men are innocent or they know,what to do in a poison situation"

One man. Black. Should been,dead. But he was crawling around checking on,the others. In pain he was.

I ran,from the control booth. Dodging people trying to stop me. I swung open the door against policy. Grabbed him up under his shoulders "why did you sign the paper if you didn't have any thing to do with the crime?$?!" I yelled through my gas mask

"All these are all dead i want to,know why I'm not!!: he was crying he was scared. "I didn't sign the paper because i wanted the hell out. I knew if i died I would go to Heaven!: he was sobbing. In a gas chamber. Filled with poison.

Alex held up a gas mask in,the Window I pointed my head towards my direction.

And I held the black man while he was on his knees in a room full of gas. Alex put the gas mask to protect from,gas on his face.

"Lets go you got to get out. You only have half a,mask"

"I can't"

"You got to,get out now"

He chose his fate. No one else. He would tell me when he was ready to live and i would hold him on his knees until he did. I just stared into Alex's eyes. While he said over and over "you got to, get out" like in case i forgot.

"I wanna get out! Can you help me??" I reached down and grabbed him by his waist. Hoisted him up to my hip and carried him out like a toddler. A nice grown man.

This poor man was a mess.

No one mentioned i was covered in cyanide. For 3 hours until when my skin began to itch "you need,to shower"

"When you finally get covered in killer germs you don't care Because you found someone more important, more desperate. Someone more in a bad situation.,then you don't even notice"

"You trained me not to. Could I at least get an SOS pads for my bath?"

Every one wore a gas mask around me. Even the kid. For three days Anthony did.

"Snoop said you can't go in his car covered in,gas,like,that so we got a rental car"

"You gonna drive in that gas mask?"

"Yeah. Sounds fun. We have to roll down the Windows for you to breathe. I know downtown LA but... And also we got you w hotel. You are covered in cyanide!! No on wants you home. But i do"

I think... It was the first time in my life any one ever gave me a bath while wearing a gas mask.

We had to,change,3 hotel rooms. So i wouldn't pollute the place up.

"See? You yelled at me and you're all jist as bad,and,won't even let,me,see my kid"

"Yeah well you trained us to be extra careful. More cautious than sorry"

Gaberiel. Alex Laughlin slept in bed next to me. In a gas,mask.

Sometimes I couldn't sleep. Thinkin about that man and my grandpa.

And I'd look down at the man next,to me. Pased out. Looking like an innocent kid himself.

I adored him. I felt so much love that a person would be in,danger for me. I shook his gas,mask gently

"What you woke me up what do you want? It was on purpose, too"

"Do you think that man knowed i cared? That I might love someone other than myself?"

"We treat you as though you are selfish because you sre using self harm and you don't understand it. No one is supposed to gargle with bleach? What If you swallowed it?"

"It burns my nostrils any way"

"That's not the point but baby doll. You could kill yourself and we wouldn't have you no more. That is,the point.,that is why we called you selfish. Your addiction to cleanliness could,kill you snd no one,wants that to happen. But look what you do. Go,in a gas,chamber FULL of gas with only a half mask on. You're lucky you don't go blind. But look st it this way. We pushed too hard and in the wrong way and you did drink bleach on purpose in desperation to be clean. It was undiluted, too. I know. I watched you. And you Didjt say anything. Just smiled and said "i feel" i wanted to,slap you then for not listening. But when you pushed me back so you could leave,tje room through the door i was blocking. You didnt act like nothing happened. You felt like nothing happened. And I realized we were doing something wrong then two,weeks later you tell us why it was so,important to be kept clean and germs off of you. And i wanted to die for the way snoop and I had been mistreating you. And that is why I started the gas chambers of criminals to honor Yoir grandpa for working at the prison to keep,them in line. End,it for your grandpa and avenge his death with revenge. It would be what healed you both. And next time call the police when someone is being poisoned."

"She did it when i,was asleep. I would fall asleep all kinds of times of days to be with him. I promised when i was a young kid that i wouldn't let him die alone. Not by her. And when i woke up I was too groggy to remember what was going on. I thought it was a dream a bad one i hoped it wasn't real but it was and i can't get over this feeling this fear.. That had me at constant companion"

"What does that mean my love?"

"Evil. My grandpa said"

So y'all in,this world of 2020

Keep,calm.

It is,gonna be okay.

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Rio: Just got off the phone with Junior Buster: Yeah? Rio: Yep Rio: That was Rio: Unexpected Buster: I was on my way back home. Do you want me to turn around the other way? Buster: I get that it wasn't my place to speak for you Rio: No Rio: He convinced me you didn't convince him of this Rio: and with all he had to say, I believe him Buster: Good Buster: I'm not sorry Rio: As much as it would be easier to believe he's just got new Dad nerves about this Rio: it was a lot harder to tell Demi all he had to so Rio: that's not the easy way out, like Rio: not that there is one, in this situation Buster: Yeah Buster: Been there, had them. It obviously wasn't that Buster: Did he tell you about how it went between them? He hadn't spoken to Demi when we did Buster: I can guess but Rio: Your guess would probably cover it Rio: Not well at all Buster: I'm not sorry for that either. Better it happened now than down the line Rio: No, I agree Rio: Reckons he's at least convinced him that he can't just leave with her Rio: so that's something Buster: I'd kill him if he tried Rio: Buster Rio: Can't blame him Rio: or say you haven't thought the same thing before Buster: Yeah I can Buster: He shouldn't know what Junior was feeling, I knew yours Rio: Not everyone is us Rio: but yeah, its shit, really shit Buster: Well they should get on our level, babe Buster: I'm sorry I left you with nobody but the dog for company Rio: I've really brought our average down, haven't I Rio: Its alright, Messi's a great shoulder to cry on, used to all sorts the poor sod Buster: True Buster: Least I kicked myself out into the night and not him Buster: Can't have Jay mad at me as well as you Rio: She'd never forgive you, like Rio: but you know I'm not mad at you, idiot Buster: Yeah? Buster: You can be, if you need Rio: I ain't Rio: You've not done anything wrong here Buster: That's a lie but I don't wanna fight again Rio: Do you want me to go? Rio: Give me 10 to pack a bag Buster: No Buster: I want you to stay Buster: Both of you Rio: Are you sure? Really think about it Rio: Because you didn't sign up for this either Rio: You don't have to Buster: I've had plenty of time to think about it while you were pretending anything but this would happen Buster: Trust me Rio: Yeah Rio: Such a know-it-all, like Buster: Don't be mad I've taken your crown once Rio: You know you'd rather that than all the self-loathing Buster: 'Course Buster: I'm at Tesco raiding the newborn aisle so we don't have to take the piss by stealing Demi's essentials as well as the baby Buster: Need anything? Rio: Don't Rio: I feel so awful for him, I can't even be lighthearted about it Rio: Some pads, the big ones Rio: Sexy Buster: Don't. Be happy for yourself Buster: He'll still get to play daddy Buster: You still are. Original MILF, remember? Rio: I can't Rio: It doesn't feel real Rio: It might not be yet Rio: How are you being so calm? Buster: Let's go get your daughter Buster: It will then Buster: You can't get more real than a screaming baby, like Buster: You think I'm calm? You really have handed over your know-it-all crown, babe Rio: Can we Buster: We can Buster: As soon as I pay for my armfuls of baby bullshit Buster: Don't worry, there's nothing exciting, we can shop together for that Rio: are we allowed? Rio: are you sure? Buster: I promise Rio: I think I'm in shock Rio: have we really done this? Buster: I know Buster: But it's happening Buster: You can have everything you want Rio: That can't be true Rio: That doesn't happen Buster: It can Buster: Look at me, got it all, ain't I? Rio: Yeah Rio: Born for it like, posh boy Buster: I got you out of the 24 Buster: Can't say nothing Rio: Alright, no need to make me sound like I've come from the bargain bin, thanks very much Buster: I'm just saying we're forever on the up babe, nothing's changed on that score Rio: You promise nothing's changed? Rio: You said there was nothing left Buster: 'Cause you were lying Buster: I couldn't live that lie with, or for you Buster: I love you too much Rio: but Rio: what if he takes us to court and wins and we can't keep her Rio: will you still leave Buster: I'll never leave you again Rio: I need you, okay Buster: I need you just as much Buster: I'm not going anywhere Rio: I'm sorry it came to this Buster: I know Buster: But it's all going to be alright Rio: Yeah Rio: Its got to be, I've got to be Rio: if we're really doing this Buster: I know it's scary but I also know you can do this Rio: Poor Venus Rio: what if she won't bond with me Rio: she shouldn't have been away from me for this long so soon Buster: Yeah, I wish she hadn't been, but we'll figure it out Buster: At least it's happening now instead of weeks or months or years late Rio: I suppose so Rio: What are you going to tell the girls? Buster: The truth Buster: I don't see any way around it Buster: I'll just tell them that you're keeping her and she's part of the family now Buster: They'll be more excited than anything else I reckon Rio: I can give you time to have that conversation though Rio: so you don't have to do it right now Buster: It's fine Buster: We can do it together Buster: We've handled worse questions from Jay about her mum and everything Rio: Poor baby Rio: why can't anything ever be simple? Buster: Some things money can't buy, but you never heard me say that, yeah? Buster: This is good news, anyway, she loves being a big sister Rio: I'll never tell Rio: Who doesn't love having underlings to do their bidding? Rio: Gutted it ain't a boy, though Buster: Never gonna get one at this rate Rio: Unlucky Rio: Even Henry got one on his third attempt Buster: Well, technically I've only had two so far, babe so Buster: Not bested like Rio: Umm doesn't mean you get a free pass Rio: 'scuse me Buster: Yeah yeah Buster: You'll be too busy mothering to keep tabs on me Buster: Unlucky Rio: Fuck you Rio: I'm in a fragile state, at least lie to me that you're gonna be faithful Buster: No more lies, babe Rio: Yeah Rio: didn't exactly go to plan Buster: Just as well we've got a new plan Buster: And it's time to put it into action 'cause I'm done here Buster: Get yourself ready I'll be back soon Rio: Thanks Rio: For everything Buster: No need to thank me Rio: That ain't true Rio: You didn't give up Rio: on either of us Buster: I never will Buster: I love you Rio: I love you, Buster Buster: Venus is lucky to have you, don't forget that, yeah? Buster: You're a good mum, Rio Rio: I try Rio: and I'm going to keep trying Rio: that's all we can do, yeah? Buster: Even when it was killing you, you were trying to do the best thing for her, which you reckoned was being with those two Buster: That's not just trying Buster: That's giving it all Rio: We'd all do the same Rio: Regardless of how it hurts us, its what you do Buster: Not me, well selfish, like Rio: You're not Rio: You know you aren't Buster: Keep that to yourself, babe Buster: I've got a rep Rio: Do my best but Rio: building quite another rep all by yourself Rio: Junie and Mum were well impressed Rio: if you gonna show yourself up, I can't save you, like Buster: Yeah, well Buster: I'd do anything for you Rio: Stop Rio: You're too good for me Buster: No Rio: Are too Rio: but its alright, know you thrive on the stress so Rio: Welcome Buster: Cheers Buster: On that note, I'm pulling in Buster: Time to do this Rio: I'll come help you unpack Rio: Though you're probably being so dramatic about how much you got, as per Buster: Me? Never Buster: No clue how you got that idea

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