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isa-beenme · 9 months

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Hello for the ACOTAR bingo, could you do Nightmare with Rhys? I need some comforting fluff right now 😅😅

I wasn't sure who exactly was supposed to be nightmaring

So I chose the most obvious choice: Rhysie boo

It's honestly so sad that SJM robbed us from more scenes of Rhys' trauma healing, like? Girl, he was SAd for 50 YEARS the bare minimum is to give this man a proper therapy cmon

Anyway, there's not much description of his nightmare so I don't think a trigger warning is necessary, but let me know!!

Also, such good song this one, huh?

The Loneliest

You awaken in your room, feeling an unsettling aura in the air, the room seems smaller and the wind seems thicker, you almost can't breathe. A chill runs down your spine, and a wave of unease washes over you. Instinctively, you know something is wrong with Rhysand. His powers, usually well-contained, seem to be slipping through the cracks of your door, and a thick mist shrouds your surroundings, circling you as if they asked for help.

Without hesitation, you follow your heart and trust the feeling you have in your heart. You get up from bed and try to find your way through the deep shadows that filled the corridor. You make it through the foggy path, your determination pushing you forward, guided by an unspoken understanding between you and Rhysand's power. The mist parts as you walk, as if recognizing who you are and your genuine care and affection for him.

Reaching his room, you find Rhysand thrashing on the bed, and instantly you know he is caught up in the grip of the terrible memories of his abuse Under the Mountain with Amarantha. He's been suffering from the terrible nightmares since he came back from that hell, your paths always crossing when you suddenly wake up during the early hours and he was awake trying to find something to sleep in the kitchen. You would do some tea and he would tell you a bit of his dream.

You never found him while he was still deep in sleep, and the sight before is nothing but terrifying. You know what your High Lord had suffered, and tried to be there for him, even if sometimes, the heart that learned to love him more than what you had planned throbbed inside of your chest in pain as he talked to you.

You gather your courage and gently shake him awake, calling his name softly until his violet eyes meet yours, filled with fear and pain.

-Rhys, it's me. You're safe now. I'm here - You whisper, trying to ground him in the present moment - You're not there anymore. You're with me.

As he slowly comes to, his powers continue to flicker around the room, but you remain steadfast, feeling the trust his power places in you. You sit by his side, soothingly running your fingers through his hair, feeling the silkiness between your fingertips. Your touch seems to calm him, and he clings to you as if you're his lifeline.

-It's okay, my love - You murmur, your voice filled with tenderness on the nickname you never had courage to use, but that seemed to soothe him even more - I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. I said I won't let you face this alone.

Your words are a balm to his tortured soul, and he clings to you tighter, seeking solace in your embrace. He silently makes space for you in the bed, signaling for you to lay down with him. You get on his side and reach to touch his face, holding them with your life as you look deep into those eyes that you used to love so much, but that were filled with sadness and despair now.

-What happened? Do you want to talk? - He looks like he is about to cry, his throat wavering with emotion - You can cry, Rhys. I'll hold you every time you do it.

As if you spin a key in his brain, his eyes filled with tears and he started to blow them out. His chest was hurting from the amount of time he denied himself the right to cry for himself, to mourn the person he was and lost Under the Mountain.

-What happened, Rhys? - His sobs slowed down to quiet breathing, but his face didn't leave your neck.

-I… I dreamed that it was you - It was all he said before the tears started to pour again. Your heart breaks a little bit more with each sob.

-What do you mean it was me? - You try to soothe him while playing with his hair, the dark onyx locks smelled so good that you couldn't help but take a deep breath, the scent being imprinted on your soul.

-Sometimes I dream that it's one of you instead of me in her claws, and she makes me watch as she tortures you - Your eyes close in pain, you can't even imagine how hard it was for him during all this time protect his family and wake up every day trying to imagine if she found out your secret - But tonight it was only you, and I… I couldn't watch it. I screamed and punched and tried everything I could, but she never stopped. I wanted to die looking at you like that. I was losing a part of me that would never be mine again as you died in her arms.

-I'm here, Rhys. You are here. We are together and I'll never leave your side again, do you hear me? - You pull his head out of your neck and hold him in place, caressing his cheeks as you kiss his forehead, forcing your tears to not leave your eyes - You are the most amazing person I ever met and you did everything you could to protect everyone in your Court, especially your family. And we are here, we are safe. You did it, Rhys. You saved us.

You continue to shower him with affection, kissing his forehead, his cheeks, and his neck, leaving a trail of adoration in your way. Your words flow freely, a confession of love that spills from your heart without hesitation, your necessity of making him feel better makes you not process the words that you were saying.

-You are the bravest person I know, Rhysand. Your strength, your resilience, it leaves me in awe. You have faced unimaginable things and still managed to find light in the world, to find strength for your Court and keep working with and for us everyday. Your kindness, your compassion, your fierce loyalty to those you love. It's what draws me to you, what makes me love you so deeply.

With every word, you see a hint of ease in his eyes, a reminder that he is not alone, that you are there for him, heart and soul. Time seems to blur as you continue to pour your heart out, naming every little thing about him that captivates you - the way his eyes light up when he smiles, the sound of his laughter that brings joy to your heart, the way he stands tall and proud, a protector of his people and his land.

-You are the most beautiful soul I've ever encountered, Rhysand. You deserve all the love and happiness in the world, and I promise to stand by your side, to cherish you and hold you close, no matter what challenges come our way from now on.

As you speak, you notice the mist around you beginning to dissipate, a sign that Rhysand's powers are regaining control. The storm in his mind starts to settle, and he clings to you with newfound strength.

-I love you so much - He finally whispers, his voice raw with emotion. Your smile is sad, the meaning of his phrase is not the one you wish him to say, or at least that's what you tell yourself, not wanting to give yourself any kind of hope or have weird thoughts during such a delicate time.

-I love you too, with all that I am - You reply, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose - And I will never stop loving you.

The next morning, as the first rays of dawn gently filter through the window, you find yourself waking up in Rhysand's warm embrace. His arms are wrapped securely around you, as if he never wants to let go. You don't even remember the moment you drifted to sleep, and once you realize what happened you try to slip out of bed, but he stirs awake, his eyes finding yours with a soft smile.

-Where do you think you're going? - He playfully asks, his voice laced with affection - You're not getting away from me that easily. You said you were going to be with me every time, and I'll take advantage of it.

He tightens his hold, pulling you back into the cozy cocoon of blankets, and you find yourself giggling at his antics. You settle back into his embrace, relishing the feeling of being so close to him, even if just for a moment, just for one day until he feels better.

-I love waking up next to you - He confesses, brushing a gentle kiss against your forehead - I might want this everyday, do you think you can move your things to my room until sleep time or do we need to ask the House? - As if listening to the High Lord, three boxes filled with decorations that adorned your room appear on the floor, making you turn to Rhysand with a shocked face.

-Seriously? - You raise up an eyebrow and he just shrugged, a smile threatening to grow on his lips.

-I want you to know that I appreciate everything you've done for me. You are helping me heal from everything that happened Under the Mountain in a way I never thought possible, in ways you can't even imagine. With you, I feel safe and understood. You see me for who I truly am, and you accept all parts of me, even the broken ones. Maybe you can even fix me - His words warm your heart, and you can't help but feel overwhelmed and hopeful by the depth of his feelings. It's evident that your love and support mean the world to him.

-You don't need to be fixed, Rhys - You assure him gently - You are already whole, and I love every single part of you, scars and all - He smiles gratefully, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your back.

-I can't promise that I won't have difficult moments, but I promise to always share them with you - He says suddenly, making you frown a little - You've shown me what it means to truly love and be loved, and I want to share my life with you, every moment, every joy, and every sorrow.

-Are you saying…? - You lose track of thought as his eyes warm up with love to you.

-I meant what I said last night. I love you. And losing you, even if just in dreams, was one of the worst experiences I ever went through - He gets closer to you, his nose almost touching yours - It made me realize that all those years I spent warming up to you was a waste of time. Time I should've spent with you - Your heart swells with love for him, knowing the strength it takes to open up and be vulnerable. You cup his face in your hands, gazing into his eyes with unwavering affection.

-I will wait for you, Rhys. For as long as it takes. Your love is worth every moment of patience. I'll be here to support you, to lift you up when you need it, and to stand by your side for whatever happens. I also meant every word. You are part of my every being and you are already tied to my soul - He leans in, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss, conveying all the emotions he struggles to put into words. As he kisses you a feeling in your chest tightens up, the mating bond making itself recognized between you.

He separates himself from you only to check if you feel the same, the shock in your face is enough for him to laugh and hug you, before kissing you again and sharing his tears of happiness, the feeling shaking the bond that tied you together.

In the days that follow, your bond with Rhysand grows deeper. You spend time together, from you helping him even more during his work time to cooking with him on nights where the Inner Circle didn't appear in your home, but also creating quiet moments of intimacy where you simply cherish each other's presence from sitting in the balcony to watch Velaris during sleepless nights to reading a book while he played with your hair - or the other way around.

Healing is a journey, and you walk alongside him, hand in hand. With each passing day, Rhysand opens up a little more, revealing his fears and hopes, and you listen with unwavering support. You both find comfort in knowing that you have each other to lean on.

As every night falls, you continue to share a bed, finding solace in the closeness and vulnerability it allows. Together, you create a safe haven where you can both be your true selves, no masks or pretenses needed. In those quiet moments before sleep, as you curl up in each other's arms, you feel the weight of his love, and you know you are exactly where you belong. You have found your home in each other, and the bond you share only grows stronger with time. And so, you wait for him with a heart full of love and patience, knowing that he is worth every moment of the journey.

#spotify #acotar #rhysand x reader #rhys x reader #rhys acotar #rhysand

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vertebrates-and-pieces · 1 year

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... Man, I'm going to spam you with all kinds of Morgott things, and for that I apologize in advance. X3

I think we've all come to the conclusion that he is a man starved. Not just in terms for food, but for physical contact as well.

How did he take care of himself before? What was the maximum and minimum of his self-care routine?

What are things like with his little Tarnished? How have things changed?

No need to apologize! I have a whole bunch of thoughts and this gives me an excuse to share them!

Sometimes I may get a bit busy and be unable to respond right away, but I absolutely love when people ask me stuff like this! (I honestly look forward to seeing and answering asks haha)

Also shout out to my friend @cant-even-throw-straight on this one, because we've had several conversations about this very subject.

Morgott's appearance is unkempt, shabby, but despite that, he does not seem dirty. This is a man who washes himself regularly, who does not allow his wounds to fester. He keeps himself hygienic. Think about it, he grew up in the sewers. He is intimately familiar with filth and how it can seep into forgotten crevices and open cuts. He's seen literal babies, raw and bloody at the stumps of shorn horns, tossed into waste. Infection, mold, rotten teeth… He's seen it.

He makes an effort to keep clean.

He might not treat himself kindly, but affords himself at least this one luxury. Besides, he is the de facto caretaker for something great and holy, to sully it with grime would be disrespectful, disgraceful. He will never allow his dragging tail to leave trails down hallowed halls like a slug. Similarly, he eats enough to not be fully starved, sleeps enough to be properly alert. His job is important.

That being said, his bare minimum is still not enough for him to be anywhere close to healthy. His scant hours of sleep are fitful and shallow. He has never used a bed in all his life. He sleeps at the sealed entrance of the Erdtree, ever watchful, and when he wakes, body aching from the bare stone and night's chill, he prays his thanksgiving for being allowed to slumber beneath its light and not down below in the darkness, that his sealed blood only occasionally darkens his slumber with cries of the damned. He eats only the rations he provides for the troops, and then only enough to reduce the gnawing pangs of hunger to a tolerable level. He does not cook, and does not season his food. He's eaten roaches, slugs, the occasional dead bird washed in after a storm, and rats, so many rats. He remembers what it feels like to pick their fur from between his teeth.

When he bathes, he does not warm the water. He's never needed to before, so it would be a waste to do so. He scrubs himself with a harsh, simple soap and a stiff bristled brush meant for livestock. He air dries instead of using towels. He does his best to keep his hair from matting, but there are a few places where his horns make this impossible. He shears these clumps whenever they grow out enough. He only has one item of clothing.

Even with someone who cares about him in the picture, his habits will take a significant amount of time and effort to shake.

Some will be easier than others. It won't take much to convince him to let the Tarnished use their smaller hands to snip the difficult to reach matted areas and comb his hair between his horns. But, getting him to start using a bed is going to be a bit of a battle. He's terrified of shirking his duty. He is honestly terrified of sleeping in the dark too. He needs to feel that golden light in order to feel secure enough to rest now. Probably needs to start off with a bed outside to ease him into it, and even when he sleeps indoors, it will never be with drawn curtains. Sorry darkness enjoyers, Morgott needs his tree nightlight, you should probably invest in an eye mask (or shove your face into his chest).

One positive about him, though, is that even as he takes better care of himself, he will not be wasteful, which is honestly an admirable quality for a king to have.

Bonus Thoughts:

-As long as he keeps himself clean, he smells surprisingly good. A clean, earthy musk.

-If you have to, say, travel through Caelid together for a week or two though, without access to enough clean water to spare for baths… he gets pretty smelly. Not the worst in the world, but definitely ripe: sweat and a dog in the hot sun come to mind. He will be very self-conscious about this too. He is not a fan of being dirty or stinky. He's rinsing himself in the first clean river he comes across.

-His magical projection does not need to bathe. It tends to stay as mostly a snapshot of how he was when he conjured it. He cleverly created it in such a way that it appears injured as it is attacked though. Would be very suspicious if it didn't bleed.

-Even if he refuses to use towels and it can be frustrating, getting to see him dry in the open air, rivulets of water rolling down his bare back turned to glistening honey under golden light… yeah. Gorgeous view ahead.

#emmie answers #the descriptions of the horrors he witnessed in the shunning grounds were originally more nasty and heartbreaking #but i decided to tone it down a bit because it was actually pretty upsetting #might do a full writeup of my thoughts about it #but one with a proper warning #morgott #morgott x tarnished #morgott x reader

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dbgdbw · 2 years

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City of Day (1)

In the center of a wide clearing, a dark-haired young man lay sleeping. A mana-draining array(1), set up with the young man as the focal point, continually siphoned his mana.

The people standing outside of the effective range of the array regarded the young man with concerned expressions.

“Solemnis’s Sigma has rejected our request for assistance.”

“Lanchaea’s Lambda has at least agreed to provide aid if an SS-rank monster should happen to appear. Though, in the case of a simultaneous manifestation, Lanchaea City would come first, I’d imagine.”

SS-rank monsters tended to show up at a rate of at least once or twice a month. While they weren’t infrequent occurrences, as the window of appearance wasn’t something that was set, even with assurances of support in place, you couldn’t let your guard down.

Additionally, to reduce the amount of collateral damage caused by monsters S-rank and below, a city-affiliated SS-rank Guard was an absolute necessity.

“Waking Alpha without reasonable cause would be dangerous after all, at any rate. Since this place is close in proximity to the mana hole.”

Even for SS-rank Awakened with strong abilities, a complete depletion of mana would still trigger loss of consciousness. The rampaging Alpha had been subdued by sealing off his mana regeneration paths, then waiting for his mana reserves to be depleted via Skill use, and then applying several additional Skills and Items capable of draining the opponent’s mana.

It was a tactic that had been made possible because even SS-rank Guards were only allotted the bare minimum amount of mana potions, and because the natural mana recovery rate of an Awakened was immensely low.

“As it was reported that there seemed to be signs of instability in his mental condition, until we can procure the assistance of another SS-rank Guard, it will likely be advisable to wait. For the time being, let us re-submit an application for aid to Solemnis City.”

“Be careful not to let word of Alpha’s condition slip outside of here, as well.”

A low, collective sigh came out of the mouths of those who were gathered there. At the very least, the last SS-rank monster sighting had occurred less than a week ago, which was a relief for the current period. Since things should be safe for at least another week, they would need to figure out a way to stabilize Alpha before then.

* * *

위이이이이잉– 위이이잉–

At the noisy blaring of the siren, my eyes snapped open. What was it, had a Dungeon burst nearb… Wait, where was this place?!

‘...ah, right.’

After startling at the building facade that obstructed my sight, I finally recalled what had transpired the night before. This was the inside of a Dungeon.

To be precise, I was in a world that had already collapsed. A false world, with only traces of information left behind. I’d been dropped in here, and had met with someone who seemed to resemble Sung Hyunjae… Thinking about it was starting to piss me off again.

For now, I got up from my spot. I could still hear the sound of the siren. It had apparently grown light out, as hazy sunlight was streaming in from between the buildings.

Should I go check what the ruckus was about, then. Activating the camouflaging Skill, I carefully slipped out from between the buildings.

드드드득.

A large contraption was moving around on top of the road. Every time the machine passed by, the crumbling, fractured sections of the street would re-emerge having been neatly repaired. Even then, it seemed like it would be all too easy for a monster to pop out and destroy it without pause, but when I looked around at my surroundings, unlike at night, everything was quiet.

‘When it’s making such a ruckus, why hasn’t anything appeared?’

While I was busy puzzling it over, the road-repairing machine had already made off into the distance. And then, a few moments later, as the siren noise stopped.

철컹, 철크덕.

The thick barriers that had been blocking off the entrances and windows of the buildings began to recede. In the convenience store across the street, lights flickered on, and the store owner came out to open the doors wide. Seeing them begin to tidy up the front of the store as though nothing had happened during the night was boggling.

And not just the store, but on the streets as well, people had started to appear one by one. On top of the road, personal vehicles, as well as what seemed to be a bus, had appeared too.

“They said that an SS-rank monster had appeared nearby, but this place looks to be just fine.”

“Apparently residential area 5-B sustained a fair bit of the damage.”

“But no one seems to have been hurt, at any rate. Ah, Pike-ssi. We need to wrap things up before the sun sets, so let’s go ahead and get a move on.”

Though talk about the monster had been mixed in, the people seemed to be calm. It was just another familiar sight on the road.

The majority of the populace seemed to be non-Awakened, though there were the occasional F~E-ranks mixed in. Those F/E-ranks all possessed minor reserves of mana. After staring blankly at the street for a moment, I ducked back into an alleyway before releasing the camouflaging Skill. Just in case, I got out some water and lightly scrubbed at my face before re-emerging outside.

Though a few people looked over in my direction, they only spared me a glance before moving on. Simply sweeping past a fellow passerby, an ordinary, unassuming gaze.

‘...do monsters not come out during the daytime?’

It was the only conclusion the atmosphere could lead me to believe. Being careful not to gawk too much, I slowly progressed onwards. A bus was stopped at the bus terminal, and people were crowding on and off. Vendors were putting out signboards and setting up their stalls. A line of office workers were streaming into a large building. Beside the building, a drink store that offered takeout had workers busily taking orders. I thought it might be coffee, but the liquid contained in the clear cups were red or green in color. Instead of a coffee scent, a sweet and refreshing smell wafted over.

It really was ordinary, and peaceful besides.

‘With this kind of atmosphere, it should be easy to gather some intel.’

But first, I should buy something to eat. I was hungry. Though I didn’t have any money.

The amount of currency I currently had on hand was 1,000L. Since a few more subquests had appeared, in order to check if a venue for funding had appeared somewhere, I ducked back into an alleyway. It was really turning into a pain to deal with. But, since I’d be thought of as a deranged person if anyone saw me staring into and swiping at thin air.

[ Sub Quest

First Purchase From Store

First Step As A Guard

First Purchase From Store 2

First Outing

Today’s Part-Time Work ]

Another ‘First Purchase From Store’ had appeared. The first purchase-based quest was related to the Point Shop, and the second one corresponded with a regular store purchase. They each had rewards of 1,000P and 500L, and 500P and 1,000L, respectively.

Well, should I start by buying something from the Point Store first, then. Opening up the Point Store window, I examined the lower-priced Items.

‘A stun grenade for 350P. Maybe I should buy this one. And there’s a wire too, it’d be nice to have one as backup, but it’s expensive…….’

It’d probably be best to save up my points as much as possible, so that I’d be able to purchase the Items I needed on a case-by-case basis. But I was lacking in equipment, even now. Because of that knockoff Sung Hyunjae, I’d ended up losing a dagger, too. The cheapest dagger was priced at 1,000P. And since my poison resistance was S-rank, a poison-type Item would probably be immensely useful, too. But the high-grade poison items for exchange were single use, and disgustingly pricy at that.

There were explosives, too. I wanted to buy them. Fuck, a sniper rifle. A trap set! Ah, this ghillie suit was one that had a stackable camouflaging Skill too, wasn’t it. And bedding, I wanted a sleeping bag too. Even if it didn’t amount to a tent, I at least needed a sleeping bag. Having been forced to sleep on cold and hard surfaces with nothing cushioning my body meant that my back was aching.

‘These should all be Items that can go into an inventory, and there’s a whole range of things, too.’

Ah, there were so many things that I really wanted to buy, but my funds, my points, were nonexistent. Though I had a lot of money outside of the Dungeon. Couldn’t I use real money to buy points. Let me whale with real money, please. If this was a game, shouldn’t predatory microtransactions be a basic feature. I’ll offer up wallet-kun, please take my money. I had the money, so why couldn’t I spend it.

Regret washing over my heart, I purchased a stun grenade for the time being. From observation, it appeared that the monsters here tended to emerge primarily at night, so there seemed to be a high likelihood that they would be weak to bright lights. Using the stun grenade first and then segueing into using my camouflage Skill seemed like a good option, too.

After completing the ‘First Purchase from Store’ quest, I looked over the other quests as well. Setting aside the ‘First Step As A Guard’ for later.

[ First Outing

Let’s head outside of the city! As it is dangerous outside of the protective barrier, please make sure to prepare thoroughly. A pass is a must. By following along the road, arrive at a different city.

Reward: 10,000P, 80,000L, map ]

Just looking at the rewards, it really did seem to be a dangerous undertaking. Was it teeming with monsters? Though I should be able to avoid up to S-rank, by using the camouflaging Skill.

‘Since, listening to those people from earlier, it seems like monsters that go up to SS-rank appear around here.’

Seeing as how the counterfeit Sung Hyunjae’s rank had been SS-rank too, it appeared to be the case that the general ranks averaged a bit higher than our world’s. One of them really had to be in this city. It seemed likely that everyone would have gone up to SS-rank here, so all I needed to do was join up and… Sung Hyunjae, you shitty bastard.

[ Today’s Part-Time Work

Let’s look for a day job! There are a variety of part-time job offerings posted within the city. Experience the joys of hard labor!

Reward: 500P, job openings pamphlet ]

…really, what did you want from me. I did need the money, but did I look like a serviceman who would be able to leisurely work an hourly job. But the job openings pamphlet niggled at me. Because it was listed as a reward Item, it made me feel like I had to clear the quest. It wouldn’t happen to be just an ordinary job openings pamphlet, right.

At any rate, since it wasn’t a quest that I could do just yet, in order to tackle ‘StorePurchase2’ and fill my belly at the same time, I headed back onto the streets. The total amount of currency I had at present was 1,500L. Since I didn’t have a baseline for how much that might be worth, for now, I ducked into a shop that looked to be a convenience store.

“Welcome!”

The 30s-ish woman sitting at the counter greeted me with a bright voice. Did they sell something like cup ramen here, too. There was a table and chair, and even a TV placed on one side. Good. I might be able to pick up some intel while simultaneously appeasing my stomach.

A drama was showing on the TV.

[ Escape from the city, but how? ]

[ I spent my entire fortune to obtain an S-rank card. A tactical truck with a camouflaging Skill has been prepared as well. ]

The outside of the city seemed to be dangerous, after all. If it was a truck with a camouflaging Skill, it should be expensive. Would I manage to swing an escape somehow.

There was an assortment of foods available at the convenience store. Only, there was nothing that seemed to resemble cup ramen, and the machine(2) placed off to the side was unfamiliar to me as well. It looked like it might function as a microwave, but I couldn’t tell where you’d even open it from.

For lack of an alternative, I was forced to pick up a sandwich, which wouldn’t need reheating. Grilled Phowa sandwich, 250L. If you took that to mean that it was around 3,000 won, then 1,000L should be around 12,000 won or so. So once I bought this and received the reward, then I should have around 27,000 won.

At this rate, I’d be shelterless tonight as well. Damn.

“Hello.”

Holding the sandwich, I went up to the counter and put on my most amicable smile. I’m definitely not a suspicious person, and just wanted to ask you about a few things.

“Yes, how d’you do.”

The shop owner answered with an amiable smile as well. It was an expression that held more goodwill than I had expected.

“Last night was quite a ruckus, I heard.”

“That’s right. Particularly since the SS-rank monster this time hadn’t appeared for about a month, by this reckoning. It’d been peaceful for quite a while. But it’s a relief that it was handled quickly. Last time, because the damage had extended down to the below-ground shelters, it ended up as quite the situation.”

Below-ground shelters. It seemed that the ordinary citizens fled underground during the night. Since the monsters only appeared at night, the Guards would exterminate monsters during that time, and once it was day, they would re-emerge and resume daily life–so it was that kind of pattern.

When I handed both the sandwich and my card over, the payment was handily taken care of. Your transaction came out to 250L. The register whirred.

“Would you happen to know if there’s anyone who uses flame-related Skills, among the high-rank Guards?”

There was a chance that his Skills might have changed upon entering this world, but the basic attributes should’ve still remained the same. Since, barring myself, they were said to have taken on the appearance of someone in this world, I thought that the possibility of a Guard higher than S-rank, who also had flame-related Skills, being Yoohyunie should be fairly high.

“If it’s a Guard with flame-related Skills, then it has to be Achates City’s Alpha.”

“‘Alpha’?”

“You don’t know him?”

The shop owner returned, bemused. Was it akin to hearing someone say that they didn’t know Yoohyunie or Sung Hyunjae while being a resident of Korea, or something. Smiling as naturally as I could, I opened my mouth.

“I’d like to say that’s the case, for now. Could you explain in greater detail?”

I do already know, but I want to hear your take on it, having to use that kind of inflection made me die of embarrassment on the inside. But the shopkeeper seemed to accept it easily enough. Mirroring my smile, she led into an explanation.

“Alpha is Achates City’s SS-rank Guard. Like our Solemnis City’s Sigma-nim, you see. He’s a younger man of twenty-six, who Awakened four years ago, and fire-type Skills are his signature. He may be young, with a smaller window of experience, but I’ve heard that his capabilities are outstanding.”

It really seemed like it might be Yoohyunie. Wasn’t that a perfect avatar(1) for Yoohyunie. The only problem was.

‘To think, that he’s in a different city.’

Didn’t that mean that I ultimately did have to leave the city. On top of that, the way she explained it, it seemed that each city needed at least one designated SS-rank Guard. Would I have to go on a tour of the cities, in order to reunite my party. I had the sneaking suspicion that there would be a disk installation location in each city, too.

…Newcomer-ah! At least cough up a transportation option for this newbie. Peace-yah, where are you. I need you. It wouldn’t be that he’d happened to be mistaken as a monster and attacked, right. Though the kid was a monster, technically.

‘Solemnis City’s Sigma, probably indicates that knockoff Sung Hyunjae. It doesn’t seem to be his given name, so is it that each city’s SS-rank Guard gets a codename that corresponds with the city’s own name?’

The Medsang City that I’d come from was ‘M’... Hm, what could it be. I knew alpha, beta, delta, and theta. Was it ‘meta,’ maybe.

“Is there anything else you’re curious about?”

The shop owner asked, beaming. She was really hospitable, huh. Or, was it perhaps… That she felt favorably towards me? Now that I thought about it, I’d gone up to C-rank, stat-wise. Had my face received an upgrade too? It kind of felt like I might’ve gotten a bit taller too… Or, maybe not.

It worked out, in any case. I should use this opportunity to gain some in-depth intel.

“About the City Defense Outpost. Are ordinary citizens capable of visitation? Or, even something like a pamphlet on Guards and about the seals. Though, it probably wouldn’t be very entertaining.”

“Only the civilian service center is open during the day, but the park nearby is scenic for walking. Nor is it too far from here.”

If only the civilian service center was open, then the likelihood of a high-rank Guard being there should be low. It might be okay to go there during daytime, then.

[ In just a moment, an emergency broadcast from the City Defense Outpost will commence. ]

Just then, the drama that was playing on the TV was cut off from air, and a severe voice drifted out instead. When we turned our heads to look, the screen flickered away and a familiar face appeared.

“Hm? It’s Sigma-nim. I wonder what it might be.”

Now that I was seeing him under decent lighting, when compared to the Sung Hyunjae I knew, his hair color definitely seemed deeper. From inside the frame, he displayed a faint smile.

[ Citizens of Solemnis. ]

Hearing his voice, the irritation I’d felt shot up again. It was still possible that it was a different guy, but he still resembled him too much, after all.

‘Though, since the ‘Deadly Hatchling Class’s Teacher’ Skill can’t be used on a denizen of this world, I should be able to confirm it with that.’

It would be a relief if he turned out to be a different guy, since if it really was a Sung Hyunjae who had stupidly managed to lose his memories, it was no different from him going I’ll refuse, to start, so come and take me away by force. And an SS-rank’s refusal would basically be an express train to blackoutville.

As I’d thought, I’d have to do everything within my power to go to Achates City, and reunite with Yoohyunie first and foremost.

[ Last night, an unregistered Awakened who was due to come under my faction managed to escape. ]

…what? It couldn’t be, right? At the negative premonition, an icy chill settled in my chest.

[ A dark-haired, dark-eyed C-rank Awakened male, wearing red earrings. Average height, according to his rank, and pale skin, with early-twenties delicate features. For the protection of the city, we request that you submit a swift report should you happen to come across him. ]

…fuck, hold on. But soon, Sung Hyunjae disappeared from the frame, and like a definitive starting gun, subtitles that boasted ‘5,000,000L for leads, 100,000,000L for live capture’ scrolled across the screen.

Hey, you Sung Hyunjae ripoff bastard!!!

While swamped in panic, I looked at the counter. The shop owner and I locked eyes. She stared dazedly at me. Then, shortly, she picked up something that looked to be a phone.

I was screwed, really!

“Even if I were to say it’s not me, you wouldn’t believe me, I suppose?”

“Hello, City Defense Outpost?!”

Yeah, I’d thought as much. Quickly snatching up the sandwich lying on the counter, I briskly turned around. Activating the camouflaging Skill, I escaped out into the streets.

Knockoff Sung Hyunjae, this dog bastard!

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(1) 마나 흡수 각문 (刻文)

(2) convenience stores in kr are set up so that you can ‘cook’ the food that you purchased there, on the spot. to clarify what yoojin’s expectations are re: machines that are commonplace sights in convenience stores in korea, the things he’s thinking of would look something like this: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5)

(3) 아바타 → avatar; ‘avatar’ in colloquial kr is konglish (loanwords/’eng only understood in kr’), because rather than the standard eng definition, it refers more to the type of ‘avatar’ that exists in Avatar (2009) (film), aka as a ‘stand-in’ for x. in this case, context means that we could substitute ‘avatar’ with ‘playable character’ and stay in-line with the intended reading

i have negative energy, so that is about as good as footnotes are gonna get :’)

님들 풍요로운 한가위 보내시구여~

#225화 #the s classes that i raised #tsctir #sctir

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allfandomstan · 1 year

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After Dark~(Batman x Vigilante Reader), Chapter 3.

Read chapters 1 and 2! Find it on my ‘posts’

Genre: Mystery

Setting: A café from ‘The Batman’ 2022.. Let’s just call it Gotham Café 😫

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of adult themes.

Word count: 3k

Author Notes: Hey, it’s me!! Back with chapter 3 of this series.. This one came out relatively quick compared to the last chap as I was quick to come up with ideas for this one😄. Anyways, this is also a chill chap and it basically gives you slight background info on the reader, a.k.a Red. Hope you guys enjoy and pls let me know what y’all think!😉

P.S There also might be slight ‘tension’ between Bruce and reader😳. It all depends on your perspective..👀👀

You walked through the dark city streets of Gotham to reach your final destination for the night- your apartment. Nothing too fancy, or special but just enough to serve the purpose. You walked and walked.. your legs ached from the uncomfortable heels you wore for the night, for your little trip to the Iceberg Lounge to meet up with Batman. You were all dolled up before, but now your mascara was running and your foundation fading from the heavy rain that hit. Despite all these years living in Gotham, and experiencing the heavy torrential rain that often fell without warning, you never learned what the importance of having an umbrella was in this city. Well at least now you did. “Fuck”, you groaned and kept walking. You made sure to stay in the shadows of the sidewalk and not attract any unwanted attention to you. Who knows what’d happen if some creep sees a young woman walking all alone in the middle of the night? Not that you were scared or anything, but you just didn’t feel like fighting anyone right now..

****

You opened your apartment door and it made of loud-ass creaking noise. “Stupid door” you mumbled irritated. It did that all the time and you particularly hated it, especially when you arrived home late at night after your tiring shifts at Falcone’s. You darn well hoped that it didn’t wake the neighbours.

You got inside and threw your fur coat on the couch. You were absolutely wrecked..Well, mostly from the rain and walking back in fucking high-heels..

You sat down, letting out a huge sigh and slumped onto the couch, resting your head on a pillow. You really needed a break. From all this. You needed a break from yourself and from this city. They were both wearing you out, but you knew you couldn’t because of this Godamn psychopath that has been running around and hunting down the Mayor for Christ’s sake. And you new he wasn’t done just yet. He had more victims in mind and he was going to strike again, soon..Very soon. The city is going to drown if someone doesn’t save it from this monster and you weren’t going to just sit around and let that happen. Even though you were pretty sure your contribution to the saving of Gotham was a bare minimum, you still had to try. The ratio between good people and bad people in Gotham was pretty uneven, so whatever you did was worth it in the end. Or so in your eyes…

It would take you years to be as influential as the Bat, but you weren’t gonna give up just yet. Besides you only had limited money and technology when Batman possessed both in vast amounts. Oh yeah, the guy had to be rich. You had some theories In mind of who the caped crusader could be, but you weren’t able to come to a conclusion just yet. Maybe you’re going to have to see of yourself later.. And you assured yourself you will. After all the cryptic riddles and enigmas have been cracked.

****

You once again found yourself walking on the cold city streets of Gotham. It was early as 6 in the morning and the cold morning air stung you. It was drizzling lightly and you were sure that it would only get worse, so you opened up the umbrella you actually bothered to bring, and held it up over you. You were walking to your workplace, this time not as infuriating and intense as the nightclub you did your nightshifts in, instead it was a cute little corner Café in Gotham Square. You were delighted to have this job, even though it meant working two jobs. You just loved the peaceful aura of the place, despite sometimes facing grumpy customers who weren’t the slightest bit nice at all…

When you finally reached the small building, you closed up your umbrella and stepped inside only to be met with the familiar face of a smiley barista waving at you.

“Hey, Red!”, she whisper-shouted and motioned for you to come over.

“Sam!” You smile, and go over to her.

“Girl, I haven’t seen you in ages.. Where have you been?”

You take off your raincoat and hang it on the coat hanger. You let out a defeated sigh and look up at her.

“I’ve been busy.. with things”. You look down to avoid eye contact.

Upon hearing your confession a look of concern finds its way across her face. She stays quiet for a moment.

“Red.. you-“, she stops mid sentence as she caught sight of your eyes once again.

“I know what your going to say, Sam”.

The barista takes a deep breath in before speaking again:

“You can’t keep doing this. It’ll take a toll on you, one way or another!”. Your childhood friend was genuinely worried for you and you didn’t complain. Instead your eyes found its way to the floor once again.

“Can we talk about this later?”

Sam gives you an incredulous look. She can’t believe you’re willing to put off an important matter at hand.

“No Red! I want to talk about this now and right now!”, Sam half-shouted and you gotta say you were lucky that no one else was around to hear her. It was a little early for customers too.

“Sam, please..”

You mentally facepalmed at the fact you told her you were ‘busy’. You figured you should have made up a suitable lie or something. But you just couldn’t. You found it impossible to lie to Sam, almost every time. Is it because she reminded you of your mother a bit? You didn’t know. Maybe it’s because you see her as your older sister. After all it was her who looked after you when you were put out on the streets, hungry and alone. It was her you grew up with after the death of your Father and the downfall of your family. She always looked out for you when you found yourself in trouble or situations you found almost impossible to get out of.. You couldn’t complain one bit because she cared for you and wanted the best for you. She obviously didn’t want to see you killed in some heroic act that’ll fade away with time. And that’s why she wasn’t very keen on your vigilante activities.

“I wanna know why my friend is sacrificing herself for this City, when all it did was take away what was most important to her, to us!”

“Sam, you wouldn’t understand I-“

“Red, you shouldn’t be so reckless! You have a future ahead of you and you should protect it instead of trying to protect this Godforsaken city!”

She was getting emotional, and you could see the tears that were threatening to spill. No matter how much you try to reason with her, she always sticks to her own perspective and refuses to see yours. And it was frustrating as hell..

“Sam, stop it!”, you yell.

She comes to an abrupt stop and stares at you. You look at her for a moment before rushing over to her side to envelope her in a big hug.

“Sam, I know you care but its my life! I can’t just sit around while more lives are snatched and taken. I need to be there to serve justice to those whose lives have been destroyed”. You stroke her back gently to calm her down. You could hear the light sniffles that were coming out of her. You back away and look at her, cupping her face gently. “Sam, it’s okay I promise you”. and with that you hug her one more time before letting go.

Sam around turns to wipe her tears and regain her composure.

“C’mon, we got a Café to run!” you chirp with as much enthusiasm as possible just so you can lighten the mood a little. You give her one last smile before going to change into your barista uniform. ****

An hour and a half passes and it was 8 in the morning. Some customers started arriving to get their morning coffee to start the day. You and Sam haven’t really talked much, apart from the occasional small talk you both had. The light drizzle from earlier had now turned to full on rain and it splattered on the window panes harshly. The sound of rain splatter accompanied both of you as you worked. It was kind of soothing, in a way..

“You must’ve heard about the Mayor”.

You were suddenly snapped out of your thoughts and brought back to reality. It took you a while to make out what Sam had just said, so you stare at her point blank for a minute or so.

“Oh yeah, yeah I did”, you stutter. Sam takes a minute to read you and raises an eyebrow at you in question.

“Do you know anything about this?”.

Wow, what a suitable question to ask.. Just great!

You send her a hesitant glare. You really didn’t want to let her know about all of this and especially about the Bat. But you found yourself struggling to lie and you soon realised you couldn’t lie, just not to her of all people.

“I think I have an idea, yeah. It was clearly a political terrorist attack. Whoever did this has a grudge against Gotham’s constitution and men in power”.

Sam hums in acknowledgment as she keeps working. “Great input, I see”

“Thanks”.. “You getting any help?”

You froze for a second.

“What?”

“I mean like, you have any work buddies or are you all on your own?”

You stopped what you were doing to look at her properly.

“Well obviously not, who can I possibly share this with and, and-“, you failed miserably in getting your words together.

Sam let out a worn out, low chuckle. You really could never lie to her..

“C’mon Red, you can tell me”, she said rolling her eyes at your pathetic attempt at lying.

You groaned internally. Why did things always have to go against plan?

You let out a tired sigh, and face her again.

“Well if you absolutely must know..” You say with a sarcastic tone and roll your eyes at her.

Sam smiles, amused.

“Go on”, she says as a smirk forms on her lips.

You send her a hard, steely glare before giving up and answering her question:

“Believe me or not but.. I may have ran into Batman”.

A moment or so goes by without any reaction from your friend. Then you see it..

Her pupils dilate into huge dark circles, enveloping the leaf green of her irises. “You’re joking”

“Well you’re the one that asked”, you shrug.

“Seriously?”, the look of concern was back again on her features.

“Yes”.

“Red.. Vengeance? Are you serious?”

You groan loudly and hold the bridge of your nose.

“You know, I knew it’d be a pain explaining all this to you, I should really get better at lying”..

Sam scoffs at your snarky remark.

“Well, I gotta say I am impressed.. You’re only one year into this and you’ve already made some interesting ‘friends’”.

You roll your eyes again… You really didn’t want to have this conversation right now. You really didn’t want to have it, ever.

“Well ‘surprisingly’ I’m not as dumb as I look.. I know how to get my way when it comes to certain things, y’know. A smirk forms on your lips. You hoped she got your little hint.

“Certain things like men”, she smiles back, a mischievous grin forming.

“Working at Falcone’s really did do you good eh? Hope the pay’s good”

“Yeah, but not fucking enough”, you let out a sardonic chuckle.

“I thought Falcone would be giving you extra tips since y’know, you’ve been a long-time employee”..

“Extra tips my ass”, you scoff and start pouring some water into the kettle for coffee.

Sam lets out a silent ‘Oh’ and looks down at the floor.

“Then why do you even bother working there?”.

You put the kettle on to boil, then turn around to look at her.

“The pay’s shit but better than anything else in Gotham.. At least it puts a roof over my head”.

You knew that was far from the truth. You had to lie to her just this once. What you told your friend was far from the reason you were working at Falcone’s… Let’s just say you had some set ‘intentions’ and there was no way you’d leave it undone..

Just as Sam was about to speak, the front door to the Café opened with a little ‘ting’ of the bell that chimed in response…

There stood a tall man wearing a raincoat and holding up a small umbrella over his form. The darn umbrella surely served him little to no use as he was already drenched by the rain. He had his hood up, so you weren’t able to make out his face just yet.. He walked over closer to the both of you, his steps slow and calculated. He really didn’t want to wet the floor from the raindrops that fell from his coat and boots. Hmm, how mannered and soo unlike most Gothamers.. You guessed he was a customer coming over to order his morning coffee or something..

The stranger lifted off his hood to reveal his face and speak:

“Hi, can I get an extra strong expresso for takeaway with no-“

Just as he was about to finish his sentence, he caught sight of you and paused.. And you came to recognise him.

Shit, it was Bruce Wanye..

What the hell is the prince of Gotham doing here?

You let out a silent gasp and stared at him. And he stared back.. There was silence. Noticing the tension between you two, Sam cleared her throat and greeted the billionaire with a warm smile.

“Oh Hi Mr.Wayne, it’s nice to see you again!”

But Sam’s greeting didn’t stop Bruce from staring. His eyes were glued on you..

How strange.

Wanting to subdue the awkwardness, Sam nudged you in the ribs lightly, snapping you out of your thoughts immediately.

“Oh”, you say and start making the coffee Bruce requested.

“Oh and did you say anything about not adding sugar?”, Sam asked the man.

As if realisation struck him hard, Bruce instantly snapped him eyes off you and turned to look at your friend instead. “Oh sorry, yes. Yes I did”.. Much to your surprise his voice came out softer and quieter than expected.

Sam nods at you to add no sugar, and then walks over to the till to bill Wayne’s coffee.

While you were preparing the drink, your mind was occupied with thoughts.

‘Why is he here all of a sudden?’ He’s only out and about in public once in a millennium and why would he wanna come to this boring little coffee shop?’ And most importantly why was he staring at you like that? Like he’d seen you somewhere before? ‘Could this be of any significance to you?’

Through the corner of your eye, you could see the man turn his head slightly to look at you once more. It seemed as though he was curious.. But why?

All your thinking got you to mess up his coffee before you even realised.

“Oh shit, I accidentally added sugar”, you whisper to your friend in a panicked tone.

“Red!”, Sam scolded you.

“It’s alright, I’ll take it..”, Bruce’s low yet soft voice made both of you jump. He was listening in.

“Oh no, it’s alright we’ll make you another one!”, Sam instantly responded, guilty that you got the billionaire’s order wrong.

“It’s okay, I’m in a bit of a hurry anyway”. His low, mellow voice was ringing in your ears. There was an undeniable familiarity in it..

“Oh well, it’s on the house then!” Sam said, faking a smile.

“No, really its okay”, he said adamant not to make her feel bad.

Just as you were done making his expresso, you took a marker out of your apron pocket and wrote ‘Bruce’ on the plastic cup to give his messed up order a final touch. You might as well do at least that little kind gesture to apologise..

You then turned around, and held the cup in your hand to give it to him. As you turned to face him, you caught his gaze on you once again and instantly he looked away. But shit, you caught him red handed.

Putting on a cheerful facade, you handed him the coffee with a big smile plastered on your face.

“Here you go, Mr.Wayne”..

Your eyes met his once again and you froze. There was something very familiar about them.. Dangerously so.

Quickly, snapping you out of your trance, Bruce whispers you a quick and quite “thank you”, before grabbing the expresso from your hands and them going over to Sam to hand her the money for the coffee.

He waists no time and reaches for the door.

“Have a nice day, Mr.Way-“, and Sam was cut off by the door which closed behind him. And there he was, out the door in no time..

Sam let out a heavy sigh, and turned to look at you.

“Well, What’d you think?.. He left just as fast as he came”.

You were there, staring at the door like an idiot.

“Why the hell was Bruce fucking Wayne here?”

“He comes here sometimes..”

You turn to face your friend.

“What?”

“Yeah, but it’s just since you’re part-time you never see him”.

And why the fuck didn’t she tell you that?

“And you never told me that Bruce Wayne comes here!”

Sam gave you a look of nonchalance and shrugs.

“What, it’s not like he’s some kind of extraterrestrial creature or something.. I didn’t think it’d interest you”. She gave you a sly grin afterwards. She knew she was playing with you.

“Ughh, Sam!”, you groan and roll your eyes.

Sam shrugs again and gets back to work.

****

It was 12 noon, almost time for you to finish work. Over the past few hours all you could think about was the man who showed up earlier..

All you could think about was ‘Bruce Wayne’.

‘Why did he look at you like that?’ Like he was suddenly captured by your eyes, and frozen in place by them.

Did he recognise you from somewhere?

Well you sure as hell haven’t seen him anywhere before..

Or have you?

****

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thesignnss · 2 years

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which sign u should really date

Aries: The nit-picky Aries! They'll do a lot for you and they'Il make sure you know it! Surprisingly, secretive and distant, it will sometimes seem like they aren't there at all even if they're right next to you. They are quite needy and they can have a certain amount of odd habits that you'll have to accept despite them being a bit judgemental about yours. Being judgemental often also means you'll need to get their "okay" before doing something too You're cool with this? Great, date an Aries!

Taurus: The type to take their anger out on you even if they're actually mad at someone else, and when they're mad, they're mad! They can be very mannerless and will expect a lot from you. They can be overly indulgent, wanting you to put in a lot of work and effort while they go through phases scraping the bare minimum. Plus, they are stubborn as heck. This doesn't sound annoying? A Taurus partner may be good for you!

Gemini: They never shut up! Along with that, they are extremely flighty, devious and chaotic. You may find yourself waking up to a different version each day, it'll still very much be them, but still enough to throw you out of the loop. And, you'll constantly be told, "Oh, I just forgot." You're okay with all of this? Good! A Gemini would be great for you!

Cancer: They whine a lot, they nag a lot and they complain a lot. Being with a Cancer means dealing with constant mood swings and the lovely surprise of finding what will unexpectedly upset them next. They can be highly manipulative and expect you to read their minds - and then get mad when you can't! If you're thinking, "This doesn't even sound that bad?", then a Cancer seems like a great partner choice!

Leo: You'll often be the butt of their jokes but you'll find yourself walking on eggshells to make sure your jokes about them don't hit too close to home. They cannot take criticism. Surprisingly moody, they can be extremely melodramatic. They are demanding and somewhat arrogant (not to mention egoistic!). They want centre stage in one form or another, and you better be willing to let them. You're thinking, 661 could deal with that." then a Leo would be a fantastic partner for you.

Virgo: Virgos are the type of people to come over to your house, suggest that you both should share some quality baking time and then leave you to do all the cleaning up. They'll demand to have control over the remote control and constantly interrupt you one day, you're going to be telling them a story but something you said reminded them of something that happened to them, so therefore, it's more important. Do you want a romantic, calm evening out? Well too bad, they finished their food before you so now you're leaving. Does this bother you? Not really? Well, then Virgo is the one for you!

Libra: Let's face it, dealing with constant passivity then being yelled at during weird times is obviously going to get annoying after awhile but that's just what dating a Libra is like! They can be moody when they don't get their way and despite wanting to be treated like they're very special they can often be really lazy when it comes to putting in the effort themselves. When confronted, they can be very blaming and defensive (when they aren't being passive) and at times, extremely hurtful. Plus, they're extremely indecisive and inconsistent! But all of this is a-Ok? Date a Libra!

Scorpio: They are stubborn! As well as, obsessive, moody, possessive and easily jealous. They can be very manipulative and irrationally angry. They'll demand to know all your secrets, your motives, everything you're up to and whatnot but will be very selective about what they tell you. They don't easily forgive or forget so you have to be extra careful to be on your best behaviour. All of this sound fine to you? A Scorpio would be a great partner choice!

Sagittarius: The paradoxical hopeless romantic, commitment-phobe! Do you want a flighty, "I like my friends more than you", name-dropping, try-hard, arrogant, and often superficial partner who is also prone to humblebrag? You may be looking for a Sagittarius!

Capricorn: They basically have a stick up their ass that inhibits them from doing anything naturally, there's always a stiffness about them. Everything you do has to fit their schedule, they're workaholics and even when they aren't, there's always something they prioritise before you. They can also be unimaginative and surprisingly naive. This doesn't bother you That's fantastic, you would do great with a Capricorn.

Aquarius: An Aquarius will treat you the same way they treat everyone else. Sometimes, they may even treat strangers better than they'll treat you. Their reasoning? "Well I'm dating you, that's all that should matter." You'll also have to deal with their God- complex, self-unaware, aloof, flighty and all-knowing attitude (along with some weird habits). You don't consider this to be too bad? You should date an Aquarius!

Pisces: Dating a Pisces means dealing with constant forgetfulness and moodiness. They are often self- deprecating, not a bad trait in itself, but when taken to the extreme it equals victim complex! They are also very reclusive, ultra-sensitive, irresponsible and very dependent. Not to mention the fact they're escapists and have the tendency to daydream all the time. But this doesn't even seem bad in your eyes? Perfect! You should date a Pisces!

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Last days in Tokyo: 2/12

Waking up in Kawasaki after dinner with our friend, the imminent ending of our trip was really starting to weigh on us. It felt like we'd been there for quite a while, but at the same time, each day was so jam-packed and blew by so quickly, it seemed unreal that we would nearly be through with our visit.

First and foremost, we spent the morning before checking out of our hotel totally reorganizing our luggage -- we had several other bags stuck inside our main two pieces of luggage, and we filled them with stuff we'd bought along the way -- again, mostly additional winter clothes for ourselves, but also souvenirs (both for us and others), as well as incidentals we'd picked up along the way. We took our two main bags and filled them with only the bare minimum amount of clothing we'd need for the rest of our trip (pair of jeans, couple of t-shirts and sweaters, socks and underwear, etc) and filled everything else into one of these bags. We left plenty of room in the luggage we WERE keeping with us because Charles planned to buy some guitars before we went home. When all our ducks were in a row, we took this very full duffle bag on wheels to the nearest office of a luggage transfer service. After filling out some paperwork, they took our bag and sent it ahead of us to the airport, where it would be waiting for us upon departure!

Next we snagged breakfast, and my sweet tooth was kicking in HARD. We started off at another MisDo, and then moved on to Hoshino Coffee, a cafe chain. The inside of the one we went to was incredibly fancy. It definitely has more of a sit-down restaurant feel than a Starbucks does, but with a clear focus on their coffee blends.

Charles had a beef curry omurice, and I had a vanilla soufflé with chocolate sauce.

Then it was time to hop on the train back to Shinjuku, our home base in Tokyo. We initially wanted to possibly spend another night, if not the remainder of our nights, in the Manga Art Hotel from earlier, but they had booked up on one of those two nights, and I was pretty adamant about wanting to spend our last nights staying on one place, so we found an apartment to rent for the final two nights. It was in Kabukicho, sandwiched between nightclubs and love hotels, only a short walk from the Hotel Gracery where our trip began, so it all kind of came full circle!

Back in Tokyo and killing time til we could check in to the apartment, we visited the Godzilla store again, to pick up a few things we'd seen at the beginning of our trip, but didn't want to have to carry for two weeks. I personally was EXTREMELY TEMPTED by a bunch of merch they had that crossed over Godzilla with Hamtaro (?!) which was a cartoon I liked a lot as a preteen and teenager. I also sunk SO many hours into a Hamtaro game boy game, you would not believe.....in the end, I decided to get this clear file (basically a thin clear folder) and a couple of buttons, although there was an embroidered tee I seriously flip flopped over whether or not to get for a loooong time.

In that same shopping center that had the Godzilla store, we checked out the Surugaya (a chain of used anime and pop culture goods) on the 5th floor again, and found a few more treasures that were cool to see -- especially an uncommon action figure of Sadako from The Ring, and the Japanese versions of some movies -- Martyrs, which is one of the favorite movies of my friend Kim, and Frankenhooker, one of *my* favorite movies. It was so funny to see them next to each other like that! It's interesting to see that physical media is so popular there, and that these DVDs were around $250 and $100.

In about the time it took us to finish up looking at things, it was time for us to get into the apartment. We unloaded our luggage and took a break (by which I mean, I was exhausted and needed a nap). For dinner, Charles wanted to go to this "Hell Ramen" restaurant that is well known for having especially spicy ramen! I personally did not need something that spicy, and given Charles' gastrointestinal proclivities, I was absolutely not about to let him have something that spicy....but going to visit it and having one of the milder dishes sounded fun!

We walked through Koreatown to get to it, which was very cool and colorful, but...when we got to the Hell Ramen shop it was closed. It was slightly discouraging but we passed no lack of delicious looking places getting there so we decided to try a yakitoridon place -- sadly I neglected to take a pic of the outside (by this time I think I was so wrapped up in trying to enjoy every last bit of the time we had left, I was.....not so good about taking pictures). However, I did have this delicious yakitoridon (chicken and I believe garlic? over rice in a bowl!) Also pictured: charles had some fried cheese, and fried tofu topped with natto)

We also decided to stop in at an incredibly inconspicuous bar with an easy to miss sign that caught Charles's eye:

The bar was entirely about tokusatsu, giant monster and masked hero series like Godzilla, Ultraman, and Kamen Rider (we may have mentioned this concept in an earlier post!). The owner had built many of the props himself and had a giant collection of toys and statues. It was sort of like a host bar, where you pay inflated prices to talk to hosts that entertain you and make conversation, but the conversation was all about giant monsters and the prices were very cheap. I ordered the employee choice drink and they asked who my favorite good guy from a tokusatsu series was. I said Jet Jaguar, the giant robot from Showa era Godzilla, and they made a Jet Jaguar colored drink. It was a fun place and very easy to miss from outside.

We were very close to Golden Gai, there tiny bar area where we like to stop in. 250 or so bars are squeezed into about two blocks of narrow streets. The bar we like best was closed, so we stopped in at another rock bar and ended up making friends with some locals. The guy in the photo is an anime quality control person, checking the animation and comparing it to the character models to make sure it doesn't look incorrect.

Before we went back for the night, we saw a bar that previously was for locals only, now with a sign that said tourists welcome. It's memorable because it's called Bar Troll. We stopped in for a bit, the bartender was out of his mind drunk and talked to us almost entirely using a stuffed animal. We spoke with some other Americans while we were there. Odd little place.

After that, it was definitely time to call it a night! Our journey is almost at an end, I hope you'll keep coming back til then!

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undeadorion-archive · 9 months

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Officially, I will physically fight anyone who still scoffs at taking care of your physical health in order to take care of your mental health. You know the type. "Well now I'm outside and depressed." "I'm still depressed and now I have to pee." etc.

I'm coming off of about 18 months where I physically struggled to leave the house due to medical problems. I had a rough time adapting to my anxiety meds, and got an abscess in my gums. Plus dealing with school. Then just as I was recovering from all of that, I got a lung infection followed closely by a sinus infection. The combo of which left me short of breath with a chronic cough for a full year. I struggled so hard to just do the bare minimum because the smallest things could send me into a coughing fit. Just going to the store would knock me out for the rest of the day. I ate like crap because I flat out didn't have the energy.

In that time, my mental health deteriorated so much because all I did was sit at my computer or my bed and nap. Not for lack of trying. When the weather was cool enough, I'd push myself to go for a short walk. And every single time I set myself back by at least a week before I felt vaguely functional again. And it would take so long before I could get out again that it basically did nothing. About a month ago, I started treatment from asthma. I went from so non functional I considered cancelling my appointment so I could take a nap to waking up before noon and going on a post-breakfast walk before it got too hot.

Because here's the thing: going outside 1 singular time will not instantly cure your depression or other mental health issues. Going outside 2 times won't do it. In fact, no amount of going outside will cure your mental health issues. Anyone who's claiming it will is an asshole. But it HELPS. Humans need sunlight to create certain things your body needs, like vitamin D. It helps your brain regulate things like certain hormone levels and your sleep cycle. Exercise, even just walking, helps get your body working and shakes loose so much stuff you don't even know is causing you problems. Your body is a complicated meat machine full of chemicals, and if one thing is out of whack everything starts to fall apart.

You're not edgy or cool or extra goth cause you're depressed. Your depression is holding you back from being your best self. If/when you're physically able, go the fuck outside. The first few times might even be miserable because you're not used to it. But if you do it enough, I promise you, the world will start to look just a little bit better because your brain will start making the good chemicals. If you're not physically able to get yourself to go outside, talk to a doctor or someone who can help you figure out why. If you're not physically able to go on a walk and you know why, try to at least find a spot you can sit outside for like 10-15 minutes. Like any medication that has to build up within you before it works, you'll need to be patient. But in time, you'll feel at least a little better.

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hannahsmusings · 11 months

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Jackson

It is sustainable because I’ve been doing it for 10 years now and I haven’t dropped dead yet. Sometimes I get 3 or 4, those are the real luxurious nights. *he dared to meet your eyes, his stomach dropping as he saw that you were looking at him worriedly, knowing you were concerned about his well being and he didn’t know how to handle that, never having anyone besides Bonnie look at him like that, like he mattered* *he quickly glance back down at his wine glass, swirling the liquid around as he thinks about what he waned to do, realizing that he didn’t even really know, this always being the road he was told he’d go down, he never had a chance to have dreams or aspirations outside of Ford Industries* *he shrugs, continuing to look down* Perhaps something in the world of law… maybe something a bit more on the administrative side. Just something… slower. *he hated admitting that he wanted a more simple life out loud, he just wanted to be the type of person who could sleep a normal amount and wake up without anxiety and stress weighing on his chest and be the type of ‘stop and smell the flowers’ person instead of the person who is too busy to even eat proper meals* *he chuckles softly, his eyebrows raising in amusement as you teased him, giving you that same lopsided grin* Well, I’ll count my blessings from now on. *he had no idea that he had the capacity for this sort of banter and light conversation, not remembering the last time he felt so carefree, knowing the alcohol was helping him along but you were also a huge part of it and he knew that in his heart of hearts, even if he wasn’t drunk, he’d feel relaxed with you for some reason* *his brows knit together as you mention art, nodding* There is money in art… you just need to know the right people. *hearing that you wanted to start your own business send chills down his spine, that being such an attractive trait, you wanting to be independent and be in control of your own destiny compared to the girls he knew - his own fiancé being one of them - who just wanted to do the bare minimum and take from other people, not wanting to do the hard work themselves* What kind of art do you do? *he noticed that you sort of turned into yourself, your eyes downcast, realizing that you were put down for your dreams by someone and he couldn’t help but think that he knew exactly who was putting you down, the same person who was supposed to love you and support you blindly*

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*my heart ached in worry for you, seeing quite clearly that this wasn’t a life you wanted for yourself and that you were trapped in it, hating that you felt you had no power to do something else and get out of this* You’d be a good lawyer I reckon. *murmurs softly before sighing as you say slower, understanding why your mother had wanted to hire you an assistant now because she could see you were overworked* Why don’t you hire more people to share the load? *asks curiously but figuring there was some pride involved* *shrugs as you say there was money in art, frowning a bit* Yeah, maybe for the famous artists in history? No one wants to buy my little sketches. *chuckles a little, practically parroting words Matt had told me in the past, biting my lip as you ask me about it, not thinking anyone was really interested* I mainly paint people, portraits and forms and such. I do some sketching and charcoal but my real love is oil paint. Something about the depth of colour can just make a picture come alive you know? *smiles, sighing a little and shrugging as I sip my wine* I’m doing some self portrait stuff at the moment, just to practise really until I can pay for models or a new camera to take photos.

#hannah plot

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brokenrealitylooper · 2 years

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Five Times Weiss Wanted To Say I Love You

Been reading a bunch of Stargate fanfics recently, while I’m paused on R&L, and several “Five Times ___” drabbles inspired me to try writing something for TS.

So, “ Five Times Weiss Wanted To Say I Love You “ and they ways she did or didn’t.

The first time she almost told him, she was making coffee after they spent an afternoon sharing a couple bottles of wine.

Weiss stared at the coffee machine, watching it gurgle as it worked and humming along with some tune she'd heard on the radio days ago, contemplating her thoughts from earlier.

She thought she'd almost told him, blurred as her mind had been, and she knew she'd kissed him.

But she didn't want some fling just because he was kind to her and there, didn't want to risk—just yet—that he didn't have any real affection for her.

Time would tell, she supposed, and filled two cups with coffee.

The second time, while she did speak them aloud, the man himself was sound asleep. It was a rush, both in voicing the words where she could hear them instead of having them trapped in her mind and in the risk that he might hear her.

She still wasn't certain, still learning his moods—even if they always seemed rather clear if she had a moment to focus passed his penchant for teasing out reactions from her—still working on starting her company in between missions on her own or for him.

He drew her in, and while she wanted to see what he'd do if she asked him on a date, she wasn't yet ready to risk him brushing her off or laughing at her if she was wrong about him.

Roman was a puzzle, and she wanted at least a few answers before dragging him to bed.

And if that wasn't a thought inspired by Penny's Stars damned romance novellas, she didn't know where she'd got the idea.

The third time, Weiss was terrified. He was slowly bleeding out around a knife in his side, and the only words she could get out alternated between teasing him about his sass and demanding he stay with her. She wanted badly to tell him, but it felt too much like admitting it was her last chance.

And she refused, no matter how much her heart hurt, to admit she could lose him here before anything had really passed between them.

The fourth time, she was staring at him in the hospital bed. Tubes and wires hooked up to him as he slept, his skin paler than usual, with the doctor telling her only time would tell.

She wanted to kiss him, after being left alone in the room with him; kiss him and beg him to wake up so she could tell him. But it still felt like letting go, to act on and voice such emotion now.

The fifth time, she let go. He sassed about caring for herself, and the decade of doing the bare minimum—a reasonable diet because she needed it to work, sleep only what she needed to function, showers because she hated dirt and grime and blood made her sick as it reminded her of finding Ruby—followed by over a year of not-quite-flirting between them was simply too much.

She could admit, later, that she might've come across as a little unhinged. But she'd changed, in the time they'd been around each other. She'd wanted—actually, truly, wanted—to be there, to try living, because he was there. And maybe she'd fallen back on doing the least amount while he was unconscious, but she could admit she'd been better only because he'd shown her she could be better.

Just like Ruby and her team had shown her that she, and the world, could be better.

So she let it all go, put her cards on the table so to speak.

And the insufferable man had blinked, then grinned as he pointed out he'd been literal, and teased her after she said she would be facing him again.

The first time—the real first time—she told him, they stood only a few feet apart. And she didn't even say the words; it was something she looked back on with fondness, years later, the fact they'd admitted their feelings without quite saying them.

She told him she cared. That she wanted him for him, not his body or as “jewelry” on her arm. That she knew more about him than any one else alive, accepted him, and wanted to know more.

Looking Back.

Perhaps, she would later think in amusement, they might've gone a little fast after that. Or maybe they'd been moving fast the whole time and she'd simply not thought about it. They went from friends of barely a year almost straight into sleeping together—granted, just sleeping, but still—before she took initiative again and they made love.

And then spent nearly forty years building a family while managing their individual—though tightly linked—empires.

They had shared, in their time together, things she'd never realized she'd wanted. A confidant, a partner, a lover, children, even a grandchild. If someone had told her, on arriving at Beacon, that she would have children with anyone—let alone with Roman Torchwick—she'd have laughed herself sick.

But she wouldn't change any of it, because in the end...

“I love you, my Roman.”

#rwby au #Tarnished Silver #weiss schnee #roman torchwick #five times

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ıllıllı 𝙄𝙣𝙫𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩 12/10: 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 2 -𝙂𝙮𝙢 ıllıllı

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Rikke:

The paramedic had opted to take Julia's lead and step aside for the girls to have some privacy. She made sure they were just outside the sound suppression spell's edge to keep the currently conscious -and still upset- wolf from hearing them. "Skylar seems to have had a run in with her father in the halls, and he apparently attempted to take her away from town -which is something that he's done before and it caused a lot of turmoil for Tomi- Luke, apparently was able to step in and help her in time, but I think seeing Skylar so upset and realizing they had all come very close to repeat of past traumatic experiences-"

Her words stopped as they were replaced by guttural sound that quickly gave way to a grunt of pain as she screwed her eyes shut and fell to her own knees, hands barely having enough time to reach out and keep her face from also meeting the floor. Her head felt like it was splitting in two, but her inherent healing abilities helped her keep the damage to a minimum as the memories of all her past lives came rushing back in fell swoop.

As she managed to refocus, she pivoted to take a seat on the floor and catch her breath. Glancing up she saw as Leo looked at her phone in concern, already knowing what was likely the news. "I think we're going to need all hands on deck."

Skylar:

Skylar didn't move from her spot, just watching and waiting for her best friend to wake up. The amount of worry she was feeling right now - for her friend, for her mom whom she hadn't heard a word from since she set out today, from Luke. It was all so overwhelming that the wolf didn't know what to do. She couldn't help. She couldn't do anything but wait. This was just killing her on the inside.

But then she suddenly sat up straight, feeling a ..sensation she couldn't explain but she knew it wasn't good. Her hand subconsciously clutched onto the dogtags that hung around her neck and she pushed back the chair she was sitting in and ran over to Rikke. "R-Rikke.. Something's wrong.. I can feel it." She wasn't going to try and understand that right now. "I think something happened to Aunt Luke. Could you please-" Her breathing more irregular as she panicked, "Can someone please go find her? I.. I really think something's wrong.. I .. I have to find her."

Rikke:

Although her autonomic healing had allowed her to push through the worst of the pain and allowed her to regain proper consciousness, it was still actively working on her brain. So needless to say, that when she heard her name being called, it took her eyes a bit to focus enough to and realize the red blur coming her way was a very panicked Skylar.

Still working to get her breathing back to normal, she looked up -that was a weird turning of tables- at the girl and listened intently to what she had to say. Reaching out to take her hand in an attempt to ground and reassure her, the second their skin made contact, she was flooded by the girl's increasingly overwhelming anxiety first and foremost, and a tinge of familiarity at the fringes.

She gasped, her still healing brain having somehow managed to come to two important conclusions: Skylar was likely a descendant of hers, and the one the bit was more important be addressed at this moment, she could currently only sense via touch. Which explained why Tomi wasn't pinging on her bluetooth right now... "Hey, we'll find her. Okay. I did take a look into the hallway earlier but there was no one out there, so it's not likely she's inside the school." She struggled to get back to her feet, but made sure to stay at eye-level with the kid. "My powers aren't all back to full-charge, and sensing is one of them so I volunteer my time and efforts to search for her and heal if it happens to be needed, but I need some places to start look-"

Rikke didn't get a chance to finish as the sound of Colston's voice rang out as he made his way back to the med bay as quickly as he could without raising suspicions with the mundanes. He was carrying a very much out-cold Braxton in his arms. "I don't what happened," he began whispering furiously as he lay the younger man down on the cot across from Tomi. "One second we were high-fiving the notice of a retreat initiating, and the next he just screamed out in pain and collapsed."

The paladin could tell that this was very much what could push the pack Alpha over the edge, and that was the last thing she felt they needed right now. So she stepped in, closed the curtain around them and focused. Using the bit of energy she’d regained, she placed a hand over Braxton’s head and let it glow for a minute or so. “It seems he may have been one of the coded ‘marks’ in Old Man Grey ledger for a memory spell. I just got clonked myself by the seal braking.”

Keagan:

Once she got the notification that the Nexus has been breached, her priority was Skylar. Hopefully she wasn't affected - she didn't think there was a reason to worry, but Keagan wanted to be safe than be sorry. Asking Ripley to just teleport them to the gym, she immediately caught scent of her daughter and went towards her, moving through the crowd with ease.

She was alarmed by various things all at once. Col bringing in an unconscious Braxton, Tomi also being unconscious on the bed, her cousin and sister not being anywhere in sight ... and most important of all, her daughter looking completely devastated and Luke wasn't here. That alone was strange to her.

Quickening her pace, she reached her daughter in record time. "Hey baby." She wrapped her arms around the smallest wolf. "It looks like I missed quite a few things." She looked up at all the adults there before looking over at Braxton and Tomi on the cots. "I.. did not expect them both to be marks." At least she assumed they both were, "What the hell was that man thinking?" Her jaw clenched with anger but decided to change the topic since she was sure everyone else here had that bit handled.

"So what is this about Luke being missing?" She felt her daughter bury herself closer to her. "Did she go outside? I'll head back out and see if I can find her." She sighed, "At the very least, I don't think she was in the center of the town - otherwise, I would have caught her scent nearby. Rip, ask if the others had seen her." She gave up using the phone since it was clear that the magic thing was a lot faster.

Ripley:

There was zero hesitation from the demon-witch as her partner asked to be shimmered to the school. With their skills no longer really required out in the field, she was more than happy to be able to help the woman get to her daughter as fast she could possibly manage. Once they'd made it to the gym, she allowed Keagan the space to find Skylar and speak with her, but it was clear that the seal breaking had already begun to wreak havoc.

She went over to get caught up by Rikke, and to ensure that the other paladins would be on the lookout for other affected persons they could help with their healing. Apparently Jack had already been all over it. They were just wrapping up what Rikke knew about Luke -along with the blonde paladin's suspicions regarding Skylar and the possibility of someone having glistened out of the school- when she caught Keagan's request and immediately brought her hand to her forearm.

"The Xanatos sentries report that Lucas was seen entering the gym along with the rest of the residents, and once the school was locked down she was not seen making any type of exit. Andy and Jon haven't seen her in the northern sector, and Mick...is a bit busy at the moment, but from her time out on the west side, no visuals there either." She dropped her arm, disappointment written all over her face. "Okay, let's go old school. Who was she last seen with and what are the most likely places she might go to?"

Keagan:

Though Keagan looked like she was focusing all her attention on Skylar, she was listening to every word Ripley was reporting back to her. "So she didn't walk out which means she probably isn't alone then." But who would just leave this place and bypassing everyone who was standing guard? Clearly someone who didn't want to be caught.

As she was thinking through a list of potential people, the youngest pup piped up. "... Mom.. Dad was here." Skylar's voice was so soft that it made her heart ache - and furious because Richard. Fucking. Benson. was here. Keagan pulled back to look at her daughter in the eye, only to find those blue hues she adored filled with tears. "Hey.. hey.. Baby. I'm here, you're okay..." She spoke in a soft tone she reserved only for the other. Though she didn't know the details of what happened, she knew that it was upsetting for Skylar but she was willing to wait for Sky to open up to her herself. "By that, I guess it's safe to say that Luke's with him. How did he get past everyone?"

She kissed Sky's temple as her hand rubbed up and down her back to calm the other down. "But if they're both outside somewhere, I have an idea where to look." Telling Skylar that she was going to be back with Luke, she gently guided her back to her girlfriend. "Rip, don't mean to use you like an uber, but can you please? Rikke. We might need medical help out there."

Ripley:

Her own brain was already picking up certain details from here and there slotting then into a bigger puzzle. The picture that was forming would have to remain out of focus, however, as she was still very much aware there bigger things at stake here. Ripley gently waved off the apology. “Don’t worry about it. It honestly feels like the least I can do right now…she is my friend and I’m concerned for her as well. Richard has been…well a dark cloud in her life since the moment she was adopted.” She offered an arm to either woman before clarifying the destination. In a matter of seconds they were at the front steps to the Benson cabin.

+Cut To Entrance to High School - Post Lockdown Lift

Ripley:

She didn’t attempt to chase after the woman, knowing that was the least productive thing to do. Keagan was clearly concerned for her daughter and getting her the news that Luke was found and that, she could definitely do.

She reached front of school as the Xanatos were helping with the flow of those ready to head back to their homes. She gave them an appreciative nod before making her way inside towards the gym. Happenstance managed to give her a break as one of the first people she bumped into was one of Skylar’s aunts. “Ms. Calvetti, I was wondering if I could have a quick word…away from any ‘special’ ears. It’s bit of a sensitive matter.”

Phoenix:

Phoenix was supposed to watch over Sky. Both Lyra and she was supposed to but ever since Luke disappeared, they thought it might be a good idea to search the schooll - besides, Sky was surrounded by everyone at the med bay, promising that she wouldn't go anywhere this time around.

Unfortunately, their search was for naught because the couldn't find anything - not even a clue as to where Luke disappeared too. Bumping into the professor on her way back in - she had sent Lyra in earlier to check in with the pea, she was surprised when the other seemed to want to talk privately with her. "Sure. Let's talk in the hallway." Not that it was any more private, but Phoenix easily threw a barrier up herself.

"Witch." She pointed to herself, "I did not get all the wolf gene." She explained with a chuckle, "So.. what's wrong - wait, where's Keagan? Or Rikke?" They left together, so why didn't they return together? "...Where's Luke?"

Ripley:

Following the woman out to the hall, she felt the barrier go up and merely smiled politely. She mustered a small chuckle at the means by which she proceeded to indicate her species, to which Ripley allowed herself a brief bit of fancy before tackling the topic at hand and also pointed at herself, "Also witch. No wolf, just scion demon."

Her face immediately fell at the question of where everyone was. "That is actually the reason for our conversation. Keagan and Rikke -though physically well themselves- are currently at Wentworth. We did find Luke, in the forest behind the cabin. She wasn't in great shape," understatement Ripper "Rikke was unable to heal her in any capacity, so we had to shimmer her over immediately to the ER. They were still working on her in triage when Keagan asked that Skylar be at least looped in that Luke has been found. I figured the broad, general news that Luke has been found and is being look at in hospital would probably be best received from family...I'm sure Keagan would've likely wanted to handle it herself but I'm sure you can imagine her mind is more than a little frazzled at the moment."

A thought occurred to her as she had the witch before her. "Oh, do you happen to know where I might be able to get some clean clothes for her and Rikke? Not sound alarmist, but if Sky asks to go meet them, it'll be a lot better on the girl if they aren't still wearing their uniforms," she said, offering the woman a glimpse at some of the less noticeable stains even she had received.

Phoenix:

"Oh damn, Scion Demon. I think that's more bad ass than a wolf." She sigh, "The only advantage I got was slightly better eyesight and hearing. They did not pass down the blessing of having extra strength so going to the gym is a pain." She joked.

The tone fell solemn real fast and Phoenix did not like it. And hearing that they went to Wentworth because Luke's in bad shape did not make it any better. "What?" She frowned, "What do you mean.. Rikke's not able to heal her?" There really was less than a handful of answers to that - the most prominent one was that Luke was a supe herself. That would explain so much.. Like the kick that Lyra never allowed anyone to forget. Keagan should have healed faster if it was just a kick from a human. Now, the fact that Rikke's not able to heal her.. did narrow down what kind of supernatural Luke could be.. That was definitely not something she expected.

But this was not the time to analyse that. Keagan needed her to do something and Phoenix will follow through with it. She could only imagine how worried her cousin was for her best friend - or whatever they were, according to Lyra's gossip. "Yeah, I can talk to Sky for her..." She brought a hand to her chest, "Oh.. that kid is having a day today..." This was not the news anyone would want to tell Skylar in a million years.

"Oh, you're in luck.. Lyra was all about bringing a bag of clothes for everyone - turns out, worth it. Luke's stuff could probably fit Rikke.. maybe. I'll get Lyra to bring you the bags." She smiled before turning around to go back into the gym, dismissing the barrier she put up.

She really wasn't looking forward to telling her niece the news but she must. Heading back for the group, she went directly to said redhead and gently pulled her aside to another barrier of their own - trying her best to soften the blow the best she could. Of course, there really was no way to tell it. The distraught on her niece's face broke her heart.

"Oh, honey.." She wrapped her arms around the other, the kid breaking down once more as she claimed it was her fault because she was the one who got in trouble with her dad, and Luke had to save her - who then wounded up like this. Phoenix tried tried her best to reassure the other that it wasn't her fault at all, that Luke was the strong ay-eff, and would make it out of this fine because there was no way she'd leave Sky behind. They stayed like this until Sky believed her words enough to calm down.

Erin:

Tomi had awoken not long after Keagan, Rikke, and Ripley had gone off to search for Luke, and she immediately bee-lined it directly to where Col sat with Brax. Neither she nor Sky could blame her. Especially given that Skylar was very similarly worried for one of her own adults. Erin had been hopeful that all would turn out to be some big goof that Luke managed to get herself into, as was prone to happen. But when she saw her professor return alone, take Nix aside, and then Nix come back to speak with Sky privately -and watching her break down in the process- the odds weren't looking very good.

She herself had lost both of her mothers, and could still only imagine the stress and anxiety her girls must feeling. But there was little she could do except be around for when they needed her.

Braxton:

He could hear sounds around him, but it sure didn't sound like the forest. And he was also sure that he wasn't on the ground - so that was a good thing. The last he remembered, he was celebrating the retreat when he was taken over by a thundering headache, so painful that he felt that his mind was going to explode.

His eyes slowly opened, squinting to adjust to the light ... and then the women in his life all came into view. "...Heh.." A drowsy chuckled, "... Am I dead? All my favourite ladies are next to me." He groaned, bringing a hand to his head as he tried to sit up.

...Then he remembered. "Tomi!" He sat up so fast, and immediately regretted it. The beta wolf let out a groaned, closing his eyes immediately and waited for the feeling to settle. His hand blindly reached out for Tomi's. "Tomi..." He opened his eyes and focused all on the brunette next to him - really looked at her as if for the first time. And in a way, it sort of was. He remembered finding out about who Tomi really was to him, and now he was looking at his daughter.

Carefully holding her hands in his with his other hand on top of them, he let out a sigh.. A happy one because well, Tomi's his kid! But at the same time, he felt so guilty towards her.. towards Kimi. How could he not even notice this even if his memory was messed with? The kid looked just like Kimi and him. This probably wasn't the time for this but Braxton couldn't help but just stare at the girl, the beta just felt his eyes watered before he dropped his gaze. "I'm so sorry." was all he could say.

Tomi:

The amount of relief she felt when Brax came back too and immediately made a terrible joke, was enough to simply have her let a sigh of relief and not immediately want to point out that by his logic, it would mean all of his favorite ladies were dead too..

The mood shifted, however, when she heard him speak her name specifically. He had been doing it literally her entire life -the man had named her himself, after all- but there was something different about it this time. She initially just looked up at him in mild confusion as she tried to figure it out. Surely it wasn't the fact she herself knew who he was to her. There last conversation hadn't generated such a response...then again their last conversation had been in anger...

She dropped her gaze down at the their hands, already feeling the hot streaks making their openly down her face at the shame and guilt she felt over having acted like such a petulant child around him and how that came so agonizingly close to being their last interaction...and all she wanted to say was, "I'm so sorry."

Tomi looked up at the man that raised her, slightly confused as to why he was apologizing, Then it all clicked at once: migraine caused by seal break, direct result of a memory spell by Old Man Grey, Old Man Grey who was practically James' other boss....James who would go to any means necessary to keep the truth buried...

The newly triggered wolf couldn't help herself. Tears still streaming down her face, she just launched herself at her father and nearly tackled him down on the cot. "I'm so sorry for being a brat! I'm sorry for not trusting that you'd never lie to me on purpose, and I'm sorry I said mean things to you and about you, and I'm sorry you got hurt because of me and- and- and I'm just sorry, daddy. I'm so sorry."

Braxton:

Braxton was very surprised by the sudden change in strength when his daughter tackled into him. Was it because he just recovered from the migraine and/or spell that he was feeling weaker? Still, his arm wrapped around the girl, rubbing her back as she apologized. "There's nothing you should be sorry for, kiddo." He pressed his cheek against her head, cradling it with his other hand. "I mean.. I can't say I didn't deserve all that, but I hope you understand taht I didn't get hurt because of you, okay? Never because of you. None of it is your fault." His eyes looked up to his best friend who was thankfully by his side.

"Look Iz.. I got a daughter." He announced so softly, "Kimi and I had a kid.." At that, he looked downcasted as he tightened the embrace. "God, I'm so sorry, Tomi." He knew but he didn't remember. How could he not remember his own kid? God, how was he supposed to face Kimi for being such an idiot?

Tomi:

"She already knows..." came the meek statement from where Tomi was still pressed into her father's embrace. She gently pulled back enough to sit properly on the side of the cot so she could look at the man. "Uh, so that diary that da- er, James, handed over at the Halloween party really was mom's," she began, "It was basically her pregnancy diary, the first entry was her finding out she was pregnant, and subsequent entries detail the course of the next nine months. Including how Izzy was the only person who knew the truth and who helped her throughout the pregnancy, but she was sworn to absolute secrecy."

Tomi glanced over at the woman who had stepped in when absolutely no one would have blamed her if she turned her back on a friend, and not only cared for her friend when she needed it the most, but stepped in and cared for Tomi herself when her mother was gone. She reached out and took her hand, nothing but understanding her eyes. Turning back to Brax she said, "You can borrow it if you'd like, but I can tell you right now, it's definitely a bit of a difficult read....the last entry she made was right as things took turn during the labor. She wrote me a lovely letter and said that she'd be telling you truth so that if anything happened, I'd at least still have you there for me...which is why it sent me for such a loop that all these years you'd always been adamant that you were 'Cool Uncle Brax'...."

Braxton:

He didn't know how to feel when he found out that Izzy already knows - and it wasn't just a recent thing, but since the beginning. On the other hand, Braxton could already hear the other say that it wasn't her secret to tell or something along those lines, but this was his kid! A daughter that he didn't know was his.. and was raised under the pretence that James was the father. When they all knew how much of an asshole that man was?? Braxton didn't know what to say to that, and instead focused on Tomi's talk of this journal that Kimi kept.

"Ahh.. yes. She did." He sighed, "But someone wasn't a fan of that and clearly went to great lengths to make sure I forget about it....and somehow found the journal before any of us did. Fucking ass." The beta looked up at his friend again, "Do we even know where he is right now?" He's got a few favours to return. How dare he take his daughter and claim her as his own and then be anything but a father. Not that Braxton was any different but he still helped raise the kid.

Tomi:

"Well, he wouldn't have had to look to hard for the diary as it would've been amongst mom's personal belongings from her stay at the hospital and being her husband, they'd have handed them over directly to him as her next of kin, so..." Tomi was beginning to realize that she may actually take far more after her mother than her father than she originally thought...unless he was still a bit scrambled from the memory spell.

Tomi shook her head as she said, "For the first time in my entire life he actually kept his word and hasn't made any attempt to reach me nor has he been seen around town. Granted, there's been no word on Old Man Grey either, that I'm aware of, so they could be honeymooning together somewhere."

Braxton:

"Right. Of course." He wanted forget that they were married because what the fuck, Kimi? That was still a decision he never understood. Even if she had to choose within Fallcrest, there were far better people than James fucking Oliver.

A thought hit him. Now that he knew that Tomi's his biological daughter, that means she's a Rendall. This might not be the time to be talking about names and all, but Braxton kept a note at the back of his mind about how to approach the topic later. Maybe ask his friends for help too.

Of course, James and Old Man Grey would be together. Assholes unite. Braxton rubbed his forehead as he thought this out. "Wait, where's my phone?" He patted around for it, and realised that his phone wasn't on him. "Was there word on how or who broke the seal?" He swung his legs over to stand up but unlike how he woke up earlier, he was taking it slowly. "I should head back out there and see." Not to mention, Ricky was still out there. He may not be a member of the pack, but he's still related to his friends. "Man.. Why are people such assholes?" He chuckled.

Izzy:

Having left the twins with Sean and Amaryllis, Izzy had both hands free and at the ready to gently -but firmly- place them on her friend's shoulders and make him sit back down. "Whoa there, you aren't going anywhere unless it's with Avery back to yours or with me and Sean back to the ranch. Doctor Brother's orders. You may have been one of the lucky few to be touched by an angel, so to speak, but he still wants you to take it easy for the next few days."

Once satisfied the belligerent man wouldn't make a run for it, she sat back down and said, "Nothing major's been released outside of law enforcement and the Guild. I think considering we wound up with a mole problem, they're going to want to play this one super close to the vest."

Braxton:

Like a good kid, Braxton sat back down the moment Izzy put her hands on his shoulders. "What? He took me off the field?" He gasped, not quite sure if he was genuinely offended or not even though he understood that his brother was just concerned for him.

"But we've got people to find... before someone gets to them out of too much anger..." To be fair, he was just as angry.. at the one who broke the seal, at the one who did the memory spell, and at the one who led the hunters into town. He was lucky enough not to end up at the hospital and he knew that, but he still had the duty of a beta to help protect the pack.

Tomi:

"You crumpled like a piece of crepe paper after he gave you a high-five. For a while there, as far as uncle Col was concerned, you'd lost all sense of strength. Finding out that you'd had your brain scrambled instead and it was no reverting, still kind of left you as more of a liability out on the field than an asset so..." Tomi trailed off, feeling she'd said more than enough to get her point across.

It was when he mentioned someone getting to someone else, that her face dropped once more. "Uh, so we have been looped in now that you guys at one point were looking for Mr. Benson, but that only came to our attention because he actually managed to sneak into the school with the crowd and at one point tried to kidnap Sky...." She trailed off once more, but this time it was a combination of the emotions of reliving the sight of her friend so upset, and the sight of her friend upset for another reason. "Luke intervened, and then they both disappeared for a while. Luke was found in the woods behind the cabin, but she had to be rushed to Wentworth. Last update I was able to get from Erin, she's going into surgery with uncle Col."

Braxton:

“Oh man, he makes me sound like I”m fragile..” He complained even though he had a point. “…But like, I’m okay now right?” He switched his focus between the two ladies, “Like.. I’m sitting here.. and not at the hospital.. so I thiiiink that makes me okay? No?” He patted himself as if that would help, and even took a whiff for no reason - but.. instead of finding something weird about him, there was a scent that was familiar… yet.. not at the same time? Braxton looked very confused for a tad moment before his attention was then pulled to the next topic.

“Ricky tried to kidnap Sky?” His eyes narrowed. While that information was important, the fact that it was because of Ricky that Luke landed in the hospital was just….. Braxton knew he could count on his brother, so he didn’t have to worry too much on that, “No one found him yet?” He asked, “Then I should go find him. Look, I can at least handle myself against Ricky - you’ve got to give me that much.” He reached out and took Tomi’s hand, now wondering why the scent was.. seemingly coming from her? “I.. What else did I miss?”

Izzy:

"We don't have to give you anything, sir," she stated in a manner that made it very clear she took after her mother more than she ever did her father. "The Sheriff's Department and the Guild are both on Ricky duty as well. He's not only pretty much been confirmed as the mole that allowed the hunters into town, but he's looking at quite a few hefty charges on the mundane side of things as well, including attempted kidnapping and attempted murder. Soooo, let them do their jobs, and you do what your bother told you to for once."

At the question of what else he missed as he looked curiously at Tomi, it wasn't hard to piece together what was prompting the question. Glancing over at the girl she sent her beaming smile -the likes of which were reserved for her two sets of twins, of course- and then looked up at Brax. "Baby girl's powers were apparently bound at some point, but they've been unbound now and promptly triggered, and boy do you have your work cut out for you because she's been assigned a paladin too. They're the ones that made you right as rain so no hospital for you."

Braxton:

Braxton sighed, gave up fighting since it was clear that none of his girls were going to relent. Avery, of course took Izzy's side. Ugh. His own sister is grounding him. "Fiiiiine." Maybe he should take up law enforcement so he could help out more. The beta still feel ashamed that he let James kick his ass and let Old Man Grey get away. He was onto him and now he couldn't even redeem himself.

His eyes rounded to Tomi, "Say what??" He burst into a wide smile, "Wolf powers AND a paladin? That's amazing, kiddo!" He pulled in his daughter in for a biiiiiiiiiig hug. "Which one was it?" It was Hanuel or Rikke. Jack was obviously spoken for but he had a feeling it might've been the paramedic just because she was around more often than the other. "Oooooooh. I can't wait to see what you can do!" Without warning, he lifted his kid into the air like she weighed nothing.

Tomi:

“Oh it’s Rikkeeeee,”her answer turned into a squeal as she felt her feet leave the ground. “Dad! Put me down! I’m supposed to be the grounded one in our- uh, group.” That didn’t feel like the right word to describe what she, Sky, and Erin had created but the last person she wanted to give any inclination of anything until it was all properly sorted: was Brax.

As her feet felt solid ground again, her look sobered up significantly as she said, “I know you guys probably want to head home and I don’t blame you at all, but would it be okay to get a lift up to Wentworth? I’d really like to be there for them like they’ve always been there for me.”

Braxton:

Ah, it was Rikke. Guess that all worked out - wait. It just caught up to him. How did Rikke heal him.. but she couldn't heal Luke? But it wasn't really the time to be thinking about that when Tomi asked for a lift. "Of course it's okay." He said softly, throwing an arm around Tomi before turning to Izzy. "Do you want to come with? Or did you want to save Ryllie from the twins - even though Sean is there?"

He paused, "Wait, my car isn't here." Braxton was carried here after all, "Uh.. I think Iz will have to drive us - I don't think Aves drove either."

+Cut To Surgery Wing Waiting Room - Post Retreat

Tomi:

The elevator doors to the specific waiting room she’d been given directions to had barely opened when she managed to get her way through. She almost came to regret her decision as the sounds and smells of the place hit her smack in the face all at once. But she just screwed her eyes shut and focused. Sky had always been there for her, it was her turn to be there for her best friend.

It a little work, but she finally caught the familiar scent, and beelined it to the small girl. She could see that she was at the very least safe. With all the women currently surrounding her, there was no way Ricky would try something stupid….again. She made her way over, and simply took the seat offered by Rikke on the girl’s right side. “Hey,” was all she could manage.

Skylar:

Ever since her mom left to watch the operation, Skylar had been curled up into a small ball on the chair. If she didn't look small before, she sure did now. Her face was pressed up against her knees with her arms wrapped around them. The thought of never seeing her Aunt Luke again was simply terrifying and the girl was almost straining her ears in attempt to hear what's going on with the surgery. Unfortunately or fortunately, she wasn't able to.

It wasn't until Tomi came up to her that she finally looked up a little. "..Hey." She attempted a small smile before hiding again - except this time, she only hid up to her nose, staring straight ahead. "They haven't come out yet." She mumbled against her arms.

Tomi:

All she could really do was reach out an arm to pull the impossibly smaller girl into her side, to try and provide some sort of stability. They had been both through so much in so little time, but she didn't feel she had any way to reassure her best friend right now. Even when Ayden had been brought right before their eyes, at no point had any of them truly felt that they might loose her. Hell even Brax as carried in doing his best Sleeping Beauty impression, they all knew things would work out.

If it came down to relying solely on mundane medicine, it was more often than not a giant waiting game. "Well, they do say that 'no news, is good news' and that uh, 'bad news travels fast' so if you haven't heard anything, the odds are very highly in our favor....especially because Luke is one stubborn gal."

Skylar:

Even when Tomi pulled her in, Sky resumed her ball position. Being a supernatural, they always healed. Faster than a mundane but they never had to wait because magic could easily help if their own healing abilities didn't work. But Luke.. who they thought was human, but somehow couldn't be healed by a Paladin? How did mundanes do this? Waiting at a hospital without any indication on whether the operation was going well or not. What if they came across complications? What if there were side effects? It was just an endless list of worry and concern that rendered the pup silent.

No news was torture. Skylar was praying to the gods, whoever was willing to listen that Luke comes out safe and sound. She could not imagine her life without the woman who raised her. Especially when it was her fault that this happened. If she never left the gym. If she didn't run into her dad - knowing he was waiting for her. This wouldn't have happened. Why did he have to be her father? Just thinking about what happened made the wolf whimper softly before completely hiding again.

Erin:

It was hard to miss the crestfallen look on the new wolf’s face as it was made pretty obvious that her attempts at consoling her best friend didn’t have the intended effect. Erin, for her part, had simply done what she wished other people had done for her when she was in a similar position herself, waiting on news of her mothers’ fates: just be there.

The witch didn’t need the flashbacks that a hospital waiting room brought with it to understand what Skylar was feeling right now, but they certainly shone a light on things. It was a feeling she wouldn’t wish on her sister let alone all the people she’d come to care for as her own family…especially when the most affected was the young woman who’d come into her life when she needed it most and taken bruised heart and nursed it back with her own gentle hands.

Erin knew there were no words anyone could say that would ease the knot until news came through, so she kept quiet. But she was there. And as she reached out to take him of Tomi’s hand as she tried to pull back the hug, she silently let her know, being there is all Skylar needed from them right now.

Keagan:

It was an expected scene when Keagan walked into the waiting room. Her daughter even perked up when she got to the door. “Hey.” She mustered a smile as she went over to where the three girls were. Not surprising at all to find the three of them stuck together as that was always the case. “They just finished.. She’s going to be okay, baby.” She took hold of her daughter’s hands and held it on top of those knees. “Uncle Colston and Uncle JJ are going to make sure she’s doing fine and they’ll let us know when we can see her, okay?” She was not going to share what she saw back there in front of everyone, especially the kids. It was so much to handle watching it. Hearing it might not be any better.

“We just need to wait a bit longer, oka- Hey.. It’s okay.” She leaned into a semi-crouch, semi-kneel position to hug the little ball on the chair who started crying - not sure if it was due to everything or just plain relief right now. “Luke’s gonna be okay.” She continued whispering comforting words. “Thanks girls, for looking after her.” She smiled to the two sitting on either side of Skylar.

Tomi:

As heartbreaking as it was to see her friend cry in this manner, it was also a relief to see some form of reaction that let them know she had actually registered what was said to her. She could Erin letting out a soft sigh, as she tried to hastily wipe away her own tears.

“Oh there’s no need to thank us, Aunty K. Especially me, since I just got here about an hour ago. Erin’s the one whose been holding watch the whole time. But you guys have always been there for us when we need it, just wish we could’ve returned the favor under much different circumstances.”

Keagan:

"Still, I'm glad Sky has you both." Her hands now taking one of each girl's. They were all part of the family and it's just good to know her daughter has people supporting her no matter what.

Keagan stood up to give a kiss on top of Skylar's head before walking over to her sister and cousin, giving them a small update and that JJ was also in town now. At this rate, their parents might show up...

Lyra:

"Wow, he made that drive in record time," Lyra quipped regarding her brother. She glanced over at Nix and said, "Maybe our parents should've just sent him to do recon. Clearly he has that special in with the person they were concerned about anyway..." Was not the time to tease? No. Had that ever been an issue for Lyra? Of course not. Besides, there was so much tension and sadness that it was almost instinct to want to drive the mood in the opposite direction.

She was mid-chuckle when Keagan brought up the possibility of their parents showing up, and then suddenly she was making a really good impression of a puffer fish, before 'deflating' and saying, "Heh, uh....about that....So I can't guarantee that they won't... I mean, you know mom. She's the one who picked up a tiny Luke from this place after everything with Steven, so this has all been rather...emotional for her." She sighed and looked down, almost defeated. "...for all of us, really," she admitted.

Phoenix:

“No.. I think they still would’ve sent you.” She poked back, knowing that even JJ was better at keeping secrets than Lyra. The whole family knew that. As much as they bickered, Lyra was still like her sister so even if the other was trying to loosen the tension, Nix figured that she was just as anxious. Giving her cousin a little side hug, she gave a small sigh.

“The good thing is that.. she’s well on her way, isn’t she?” At least that’s what she got from the news, “And we’ve got Col and JJ looking after her. That tree of yours should be better in no time. Did they say how long it was going to take?” Because aside from her little niece, it looked like Keagan was barely holding it together herself. “Auntie Ianthe might as well come down herself. The whole family’s here anyways…”

JJ:

It had been a bit more touch-and-go than he and Col had been initially hopeful for, and they were both very openly relieved that Kegan was not around to witness the various -small- incidents that arose. In spite of it all, they both knew that every minute they managed to keep Luke alive, was another minute they were giving her autonomic healing factor to play catch up. "Since when is a human not able to healed by a paladin and then in turn end up with self-healing? I thought the only supernaturals that paladins couldn't heal were other paladins...." he'd asked, before Col simply raised an eyebrow and waited for the dime to drop. "...Ohhhhhhhh...well I suppose surprises like that are bound to arise with closed adoptions and shit adoptive families."

It was closing on two hours post surgery, but they were finally able to get her to respond, albeit briefly, to stimuli and her vitals stopped randomly giving the men heart-attacks of their own. So as Col escorted her up to a private room, JJ went down to the waiting area...which he admittedly did not recall having been this full when he first came in...but he kind of had blinders on then. Removing his cap, he walked over to group and said, "She's been able to respond favorably to stimuli and is at this very moment being taken up to a private room. She's stable, and vitals are looking great. If we can get her through the rest of the night, she should be in the clear."

He held up his hands to stop an onslaught of questions, and promptly added, "I do understand everyone here cares for the lovely Ginger Giant, but hospital policy will only allow one visitor to stay overnight. Col and I have already exhausted our resources to make an allowance for two this time, so everyone else will have to go home and rest. Visiting hours begin at 8am."

Skylar:

Her eyes must be swollen by now with how much she cried today. Over and over again, she was helpless during every event that happened - She couldn't help with the hunters, couldn't defend herself with her dad, and now couldn't do anything with her aunt. Hell, Aunt Luke was always protecting her, and it just sucked to know that she couldn't return the favour.

Even with all the news being reported that Luke was doing better, Skylar still felt anxious and probably will until she saw the woman with her own eyes. So when her uncle came in, all her relatives started asking him questions while she stayed quiet herself. Part of her was scared that something bad happened during their wait.

But thankfully, her uncle gave her really good news and the smallest wolf shot out of her seat and slammed into her uncle for a hug. "Can I go see her now..? Please, uncle J."

JJ:

Of all the things he was prepared for when coming out here, an actual hug wasn’t really near the top of the list. Especially since the last he’s checked in on his niece she wasn’t exactly very willing to communicate, let alone move.

Still he wasted no time in returning the hug, nodding as he did so. “Yes, so long as your mom is ready to go in with. We want to minimize the times her room is opened for the first few hours to have a better control over infection prevention. And you also have to be prepared for the fact that she’s not going to look like she normally does, okay? There’s some swelling from the surgery, but she also has other wounds that are still mending. But yes, you and your mom can go see her now.”

Skylar:

Letting go of her uncle, Skylar walked back to her girls while looking very apologetic. After all, she hadn't been all that responsive ever since she found out that Luke was at the hospital and the two, especially Erin, had been by her side and supporting her.

"I'm sorry.." She actually looked a bit ashamed for acting the way she had. She took Erin's hands in hers and brought them to her lips, kissing her knuckles. "... I'll see you at home?" She asked, "..Will you be okay?" She asked before moving her eyes over to Tomi. "Are you going to be going back to the cabin too?" With what happened to Braxton, Skylar wouldn't be surprised if she went back to the Rendall's even if it's for the night.

Erin:

Erin honestly had no words to explain the level of relief that she felt at the news Sky’s uncle brought. She had been focused on hoping and praying that Skylar didn’t have to know the pain of essentially loosing a parent, but as she heard how Luke would be in the clear if she made it through the night, it hit her how attached she’d grown to the woman herself. She was in the process of wiping away her own tears when Skylar came over.

Erin simply bent down and placed a soft kiss to the woman’s temple. “There’s nothing to apologize for love. Everyone deals with things in their own way,” she said with a shrug. She nodded to the affirmative, and said, “I’ll be fine and waiting for you to send word. It’s going to be a full house anyhow.” She too looked over at Tomi expectantly, and the girl simply nodded. “I take that to mean Brax went to the ranch with Izzy?” And another nod. “See, all fine.”

Skylar:

"Okay.." She smiled softly, looking into her lover's eyes with pure endearment. Skylar must look like a mess right now, with dried tear streaks going down her face. Wiping her face with the back of her hand, she then pulled her girlfriend in by cradling her face gently and gave a soft kiss on those lips. "Love you so much..." She smiled before taking a step back. What did she do to deserve such an understanding girlfriend?

Looking over to Tomi, she took hold of her hand, "Then I'll see you both later?" She honestly didn't know how long she was allowed to stay before her mom sends her home. "I'll text you guys.."

Walking back in time to see her mom giving Phoenix strict instructions to look after everyone. "Mom.." She tugged on the woman's sleeve and Keagan immediately wrapped an arm around her. With that, they followed their uncle to the room. Once they were at the door, Skylar stopped as she mentally prepared herself. Her uncle did say that Aunt Luke wasn't going to look like she normally was. "Okay...Okay.." She whispered to herself before stepping in and right away, tears surfaced at the sight.

Her face crumbled at the sight of her aunt. Slowly inching her way over to the bed, Skylar took a seat next to her and gently slipped her hand in Luke's. "Aunt Luke..?" She whispered, knowing that she might not hear her.

Col:

Though he knew the option of calling it day had long presented itself, Col wanted to at least make sure he was there when the youngest Calvetti wolf came in for the first time. He knew that JJ would be more than capable of handling things, but he felt it only right to be able to be a resource for her and her mom. Obviously, this wasn't like the movies where even after major medical trauma, the person often looked like pretty much the same and the lighting was great.

This was, unfortunately, a very real hospital room, with its harsh fluorescent lights that washed out just about anyone's complexion, let alone that one of who'd lost quite a bit of blood. The woman on the bed right now hardly resembled the aunt that the girl would easily recall to memory, and there were also wires and tubes and bags containing everything from saline, to morphine, to even blood itself. Questions were bound to arise.

It seemed, however, that the girl's haste was less in the details and more in the woman herself as she made direct -albeit slow- trajectory to her side. Col watched as she slipped her own hand into Luke's cast-free one, mindful of the IV. When she called to Luke, he prepared himself to deliver an explanation of why she wouldn't respond, but instead his eyes widened as he said, "Hey, look kiddo. Her hand's wrapping around yours. Whether she heard you, felt you, or sensed you in some other way is hard to tell, but she definitely knows you're here."

Keagan:

The amount of willpower to not crumble like her daughter did when she stepped into the room. Wanting to let Skylar be with her aunt, Keagan stood with Col and JJ. She had seen Luke earlier but seeing her all bandaged up and hooked up to monitors was just.. chilling. Leaning against her brother, she was barely keeping it together herself. This day had been very long and it was just problem after problem. Even now, it hurt to see how upset Skylar was and there wasn't anything she could do.

"...Do we know how long she might be alseep for?" She asked quietly, feeling the smallest she ever felt since she came back into town. Keagan had no idea how she would have handled losing Luke - especially to Ricky of all people. Luke had always been her anchor and without her, the wolf didn't know what she'd do.

JJ:

There was no way that JJ could even begin to imagine what his sister was going through right now. Just the sight of his niece looking so small and upset, even in light of getting a reaction, it was heartbreaking. Adding to that the unspoken layer of the girl thinking she was close to losing an aunt, when the reality was so much worse. He just knew that that little bit was something that had to be one of the hardest things Keagan was wrestling with right now.

All he could do in the moment was be her rock. Well, her temporary rock. Everyone in the family knew he'd been replaced pretty much as soon as Luke outgrew her. He wrapped her up tighter, but had an optimistic tone when he said, "She'll likely sleep through the rest of the night, between the remnants of the anesthetic and the morphine drip. But that's actually beneficial. The longer we can keep her still and resting, the faster her body repairs itself. I know she still looks a bit rough, but I can attest to the fact that the improvement she's made since the initial transfer to recover and now, is roughly what an average human might take a week? Maybe even two."

Keagan:

So there was a chance Luke was going to wake up the next day - that answer was better than not knowing. With head injuries, there was always the possibility of the coma to last.. longer than one would like.

She knew that her brother wouldn't lie to her, but a part of her wondered if they're just saying things like that just to make them feel better about the situation. "..As long as she wakes up soon." She sighed as she moved forward to take a seat on the other side of the patient. Just taking a good look at her friend. God, she never wanted to experience this, or have Skylar experience this ever again. Keagan knew how protective the woman was over their daughter, but losing Luke would simply break the both of them.

"You said we're allowed to stay overnight, right?" She confirmed - not that she'll listen if they weren't. It didn't look like either wolf was going to budge from their spots.

Col:

Col was more than understanding of her wariness. “We have every confidence that she will. Her last CT prior to getting her up here showed a significant improvement in her brain function, and the fact that she was able to respond to the stimulation of Skylar’s hand in her own is a clear sign we’re on the right path.”

It took everything in him not to chuckle at the question, given that both women seemed to have already made themselves at home. “Yeah, you’re both cleared for overnight stay…we did have to tell the nurses that it was an exception because you couldn’t find a sitter though, so bear that in mind.”

Keagan:

So it was good signs from here on out - at least that’s what they’re all hoping. Keagan gave a nod and turned her attention back to Luke. As if the day wasn’t long enough, tonight was going to be just as long as they waited for their friend to wake up. “Thanks Col.” She sighed, realizing she hadn’t thanked the other yet.

Col:

The alpha simply smiled softly at his friend and said, "There no need to thank me. Not only is it my job, but she's as much a part of my family as she is yours..." A quick glance at the kid currently mimicking her mother's worried body language and he said, "Well...maybe a little more for you guys, but she's definitely family."

He gave a small wave when JJ said his goodbyes so he could go make sure Lyra and Nix hadn't set the cabin on fire -which Col had no doubt they might manage- and then he too said his farewells, assuring them both he'd be remaining at the hospital and would be a page away were anything to arise. He stopped short with his hand on the door and turned to face them again, "JJ did insist that we get an obviously bigger bed for her than needed. All I will say is, be mindful of the wires." With that he winked and left the girls to their night.

Skylar:

She hadn’t moved from her spot since she sat down and it looked like her mom was just the same. After both their uncles left them alone, the mother-daughter started retelling little stories that involved Luke. It was rare to see her mom cry but unlike Sky, Keagan was still holding back as much as she could. Was it because she didn’t want to cry in front of Skylar? That thought made her frown because her own mother should be comfortable to share anything with her.

Since the bed was big enough, Skylar carefully slipped onto the bed with an arm draped over her aunt so she could reach her mom as well. Keagan remained where she was, taking her daughters hand as well. They continued talking, of course. The silence with just the monitor beeping was daunting. However, it wasn’t long after when Skylar felt her eyelids getting heavier and heavier - eventually succumbing to slumber out of exhaustion.

#fallcrest:event007 #event007.2G #fallcrest:plotdrop #plot drop 7

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fardiorin · 2 years

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Northern Lights

I'm just curious.

Why do I always feel like I will never amount to anything? It's like nothing I do is ever enough for anyone. Every time I look at other people, they don't have to do anything to be loved by essentially everyone around them. They can just go by their day and people would talk to them, think about them, and basically initiate first contact with them. It's been bothering in a way that, wow, I never have that kind of feeling and reciprocity.

I never blame anyone, though. I don't ever want to be treated like a snowflake where they would shower me with compliments. No, who in their right mindset would want to be having special attention? If anything, I want to receive the normal attention because for me, never once in my life somebody, someone, initiate the feeling of wanting/needing me in their life. I'm not the first, or even one, anyone confide in so yeah, it's suffice to say that that's evidence no one has a space in their mind for me.

I mean, I could understand that I'm disposable. Like I don't occupy a space in anyone's mind and life. And that's okay. Everyone's got someone already so I don't have to force them to make a more space for me. I'm happy that they're happy. I just wish I could've been a part of that happiness sometimes.

This begs the question, for me of which I have been asking myself for a couple years back, what don't I have that others do? Good looks? Stellar academic performance? Exhilarating social performance? A set of useful skills? Diamond showers? Uncheck. Uncheck. Uncheck. Uncheck. Uncheck. See, practically anyone doesn't have all that or even one yet that person is still desirable to be included in another's life. I don't check any of those boxes but still this bare minimum self of mine isn't worth to be a part of someone's happiness.

God knows I've tried harder to check those boxes in ways that I could. I don't have money, so there it goes. I don't have good looks, so there it flies. I don't have any applicable skills, so there it disappears. What I could do is to strive better in my academics, the one that I could really rely on to help me.

Guess what? It backfires horribly. My grades are just meh. I don't ever win that many competitions that actually matter. Yes at some points perhaps I get what I long for so long, but they are but a fleeting moment of illusion. I never actually get anything out of anyone. But there are other kids in school which have been blessed with this and yeah, for certain, affections from others are their daily meals and bitch they last. I wish I could have that, nonetheless it's a wake up sign that I must do better.

My goal was simple before going to college. I would be the best student here. That was more like a wishful thinking rather than a concrete achievable dream. So it happened, folks. I failed two times in two years when I placed second. I truly hoped that it was gonna be the last straw to tether myself to others, but yeah God said no two times.

I don't know at this point I have a thing that could make others want me to be a part of their life. I could be useful only when we're bound for work, like in group project or organization but that's it. The next thing I know the emptiness of my bed is my daily truth to live in.

I have tried to make peace with God and myself that I don't have to try for the sake of pleasing others, instead I have to please me first. Then again, what pleases me the most is when people consider me as someone they could their slice of life with. It's a cruel positive feedback loop I could never escape.

The last thing that still bounds me to the Earth and prompts me to wait for what the future holds is that I could eventually fly away from this history and place and start a new life somewhere with a new identity. I don't want to remember anyone from this life because I only hurt whenever I see them. I believe the next life is the life where who I am now is wiped away, for good and for gone. That's why, starting from now, I must focus on that, and that only.

The image of the Northern Lights in the middle of January winter in a small town on the Arctic Circle is the one I imagine I will truly find my happiness, eventually.

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8 for jmart?

#8- constantly cheacking their messages for words from the other

what else was I gonna do? here's some classic ol' season 3 pining babey

Hello Martin. This is Jon. I have gotten a new phone after losing my last one, please put in the new number.

It's a simple message. Straightforward, factual, and utilitarian. There is no reason that pressing send should make his heart race. There's especially no reason that the second he sends it off, he's tempted to lie on the deeply uncomfortable, likely bedbug infested motel mattress staring at his screen until he gets a response. Sure, he's sick of being overseas, and he's sick of being so isolated, and he's sick of running, but he's not...desperate for what little companionship can even be provided by words on a screen.

He does miss Martin, though. He misses Tim as well, but in a manner that's significantly more complex and knotted than the simple desire to be around him.

God, when did he start wanting to just be around Martin? He started being aware of that want when he was at Georgie's, but he has no idea when the want itself actually started. That was probably something he should examine. Technically speaking, that is something that he has time to examine, but he doesn't want to examine right now. Right now, he wants the comfort of perhaps one of the only people out there that doesn't want to kill him, or use him, or both.

Martin, whether through somehow sensing Jon's discontent from nearly 4000 miles away or, more likely, through a general dutifulness inherent to his character, only takes a few minutes to reply. Oh good! it'd been a little bit since hearing from you, we were somewhat worried. putting you in my contacts as we speak :)!

Saying that "we" were worried is almost certainly generous on Martin's part, but Jon feels no need to point that out. Instead he turns on his side and stares at the phone. He particularly focuses on the smiley face, ridiculously charmed by the fact that, despite everything, Martin hasn't lost his predilection for emojis. Two years ago, he would've rolled his eyes, maybe thought something snide about professionalism. It wouldn't have been fair, as Tim used to do the same thing and he thought nothing of it, but he wasn't fair back then. Now, he simply wonders if he can get away with sending one back.

Before he can respond, Martin sends another message. Are you actually alright? I realized I was kind of assuming that losing your phone was the only reason you were MIA, but is anything else going on?

Damn. He tends to forget how perceptive Martin can be. What, exactly, Martin had perceived in that first message, Jon couldn't be sure, but apparently there was something that tipped him off to the..eventful last week he'd had. He really, really doesn't feel like getting into all of that right now, especially not over text, so instead he replies a mostly truthful I'm fine.

Then, squinting at the screen and realizing that might come across as a dismissal, he adds, Well, other than trying not to contemplate the general sanitation practices of a motel that clearly hasn't updated it's decor since the 70s. I'm suspecting the sheets are much the same.

He doesn't know how Martin will react to the message. He can't see the face he'll make, won't know the tone of his voice. However, he likes to imagine that Martin will at least smile. Maybe he'll even give that breath of a laugh, the one that sometimes happens when Jon's being lightly acerbic and it's not directed at him. He doesn't know, but he does hope for it. Martin texts back Oof. Maybe sleep on top of the covers tonight, yeah?, and Jon thinks that he might have guessed Martin's reaction correctly.

Christ, who knew all it took was a combination of jetlag and threats to turn him into a sap. He needs to sleep. He really needs a deep, proper, uninterrupted sleep, one lasting a minimum of eight hours and ideally closer to fifteen. Checking the time, it would be a fairly reasonable time to sleep, especially with the early start he has tomorrow. He considers sending off a quick good night message, but then has the realization that as reasonable as it is for him to be asleep right now, it's just as unreasonable for Martin to be awake. Are you alright? Good lord, Martin, it's almost 4am over there. Did I wake you?

Barely 30 seconds pass before he gets back no, you're good!

A beat, then a follow up message. I've had a irregular sleep schedule since I was like 16. A lot of evening and night shifts had a lasting impact u know? Working at the institute made it a bit more consistent but it's still p rare that i sleep the same eight hours night to night.

Jon's starts to text back something sympathetic; he's had his own struggles with both in- and hyper- somnia, but his phone buzzes in his hand before he can finish it.

Sorry! That was uh probably more information than you wanted.

Well, that just won't do. Even if there wasn't a part of his brain that had recently started collecting facts about Martin like they were precious jewels instead of mostly mundane stories, he doesn't want Martin to think he can't talk to him about things outside of the standard bounds of coworkers. Not at all. We're friends, Martin, I enjoy learning about you.

His brain wants to catastrophize the second he presses send. For the first minute that Martin doesn't reply, he doesn't let it. After the second minute, he allows the minor worry to become more severe. Had it been too much? Were they friends? Jon certainly thought so, but what if Martin wasn't in the same boat? Their interactions had been entirely friendly for months now, but what if that was just Martin being polite? God, what if Martin still thought of Jon as his boss, nothing more?

Ten minutes. It takes ten minutes for Martin to finally respond, and Jon has almost called him four times to explain himself. Ten minutes, and the first response is only Oh!

Then: Cool

Well, that's not a "piss off and die", but it's not exactly comforting. Jon doesn't know how to reply, staring at the words on his screen and not entirely sure if he's fucked up or not. Fortunately, Martin's not done responding, and the next message is much, much better.

Hey uh. Feel free to say no I know it's getting late over there but. Im not getting back to sleep for the rest of the day and itd be nice to actually hear you. Would you be okay with a call?

Without a moment's hesitation, he texts back Yes!, exclamation and all, because he's become someone he barely recognizes. The phone rings just as immediately, and he feels his entire body relax at Martin's first "Hello?"

Things are difficult right now. Things have been difficult ever since the promotion that was a curse in disguise. The world is filled with monsters he barely understands. He wishes he was home despite the fact that he barely recognizes it, as filled with tension and strife as it is. There's so much to discuss, so many things they should be hammering out. But right now, the threats are not pressing. Right now, he can hear about the bad true crime documentary Martin half-watched before he got Jon's texts, and Jon can bitch about the three different "pip pip cheerio" comments he's gotten since coming over seas. Right now, and for the hour before Jon drifts off, breathing slow and deep, he can pretend that this is an ordinary phone call, in an ordinary world, between two people who simply miss each other an extraordinary amount.

#replies #elfgrunge #jonmartin #tma #jon sims #martin blackwood #fluff prompts #'this story has been told before' AND IT'LL BE TOLD AGAIN!!

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𝙰𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 ~ 𝙺𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚘 𝚃𝚎𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚞 ♥︎

a business man kuroo x femboy!male reader concept!

TYSM FOR 100 FOLLOWERS <3

ok females calm down i know everyone’s horny for kuroo, which is why i’ll be posting a female version of this too! i’m just a male who is indeed horny for kuroo soooo….i see u men

CW: heavy degradation..like HEAVY, oral, anal, pet play, bdsm, a little bit of somno (literally just touches your ass while ur sleeping that’s it), face fucking, dycraphilia, lotsa swearing hehe, hate fucking essentially.

was it his fault? not entirely. kuroo had been at the end of his rope before he even walked in the front door. having to deal with corporate executives who thought they were actually useful all day was a chore in itself.

kuroo loved his job, loved his company, loved the money even, but most importantly he loved you. he loved everything about you. he loved how you’d come running down the large staircase when he came home, ready to receive a plethora of hugs and kisses from you. you were the only part of today he was looking forward to.

so when he came home to an empty house, not one with the sounds of your music or your feet rushing down the hall to greet him. he was honestly disappointed. “baby?” he called out loud enough, looking around the main floor a bit before going upstairs. now the sight before him made his heart squeeze, you curled up in the blankets of the bed with your head buried into his pillow? he wanted to cry.

that’s when he noticed it, your clothes. kuroo is as bisexual as it gets, he’s quite literally the poster child. however, in your mlm relationship it was very apparent the type of boys he was into, femboys. with a slight gulp he pulled the blanket back just a bit, careful not to wake you. the large pink night shirt that cling to your body with the literal pair of panties nearly made him pass out.

“even when you’re sleeping you aim to please me..” he mumbled running his fingers down your back before cupping your ass cheek with one hand. no movement from you yet. you two had talks about kinks before, it wasn’t uncharted territory and sure enough he remembered what he was doing right now was okay, you’d given him consent multiple times to do it but even then he still wanted fresh consent. maybe you fell asleep because you weren’t feeling good or were having a bad day and needed to sleep it off.

he lightly shook you, “hun..” he whispered leaning down to kiss your cheek softly. smiling when you whined softly. “you okay babe..? anything wrong?” he asked softly. you opened one eye, making him smile wide. “mhm…’m okay” you mumbled sitting up slightly, your shirt falling off your shoulder slightly. “that’s good..now…i have a favour to ask, kitten”

after the petname you knew what that favour was going to be. “anything for you.” you smiled softly, shifting your position so you were sitting on your knees in front of him. you knew what came next and so did he.

“sucha good boy” he praised softly, hands finding the collar around your throat. “you didn’t take it off since last night? that’s cute..maybe i’ll get you something similar that you can wear in public?” he hummed.

you knew better than to speak unless he was genuinely asking you a question but you still gave him a gently nod to show your interest.

“what a good pet…to be completely honest with you, i’ve had a terrible fucking day. you know how i get when i’m not having a good day don’t you angel?” he asked, a hint of cockiness to his tone.

“i’ll be back. by the time i am you know what i expect to see.” with that he kissed your forehead and left the room. you didn’t want to test him today, sometimes you’d be a brat but today was not that day.

you quickly stripped down, clothes folded neatly placed on the side table so they were accessible for aftercare. your hands found your lap, pressing your hands in between your legs to hide the inevitable boned that came with him using you like he wanted to. surely he wouldn’t know if you gave yourself a little attention right? it was just so hard to stop yourself..it would feel too good.

snaking one hand down you grab onto your own length, gently stroking it. you shiver a bit at the feeling, both your cold hand and the sexiness of know that if you’re caught kuroo would make your life a living hell for a couple of hours, was thrilling.

when you and kuroo started getting into bdsm he put rules in place, ones that you needed to follow in the bed and even in regular life. one of the big ones? always ask your master permission to play. it was almost like you could hear him saying it back in your head, the guilt was starting to set in but it was just too late. right as you went to stop your movements, the door opened again, leaving you and kuroo in a very long intense gaze.

“well..what do we have here love? is my good boy breaking the rules?” he simply walked over, tossing the lube among other things he brought to the side chair near the bed. “n-no i didn’t do anything!” you whined in protest.

kuroo slowly leaned down, hand gently cupping your face, “i don’t fucking believe you.” he whispered before bringing the hand on your cheek back a bit to give it a smack then quickly taking the stinging skin back in his hand. “one thing i hate more than a whore who doesn’t fucking listen is a liar.” he spits.

he could quite literally get off on the shocked expression on your face currently, “now let’s try this again. did you break a rule?” he asked, eyes literally begging you to try and lie again. “yes master..” you sighed in defeat, you knew the punishment would be bad.

“do you know what happens to naughty boys that don’t listen and lie? do you kitten?” he let go of your face now, walking over to some of the things he brought up to the room. “they get punished” you replied quickly, not wanting to give him any other reason to punish you harder. “they do…you’re so smart baby..” he came back over, shoving you flat down on your back before using a flogger over your pretty pink tip.

“if only you weren’t a needy dumb slut.” he laughed striking again. you were left there to just wiggle and take it, whines and gasps leaving your mouth like a gospel. “i just wanted to come home and have a good time with my pretty kitty..and of course your stupid cock had to ruin it.” he sighed, peering down at you slightly just to see if you were still okay but judging by your face you loved it.

“i can’t wait any fucking more. get on your hands and knees, and you better arch that fucking back” he grumbled leaning over to grab the lube. this is how you knew kuroo was stressed or upset. even if he was punishing you he always took his time giving you what you wanted but now it was straight to the point.

“god look at that beautiful ass..too bad it’s attached to a cumdump like you, it’s going to be fucking tortured today i promise you that much boy.” he hissed giving it a rough slap. you flinch forward from the sting, a loud whine leaving your mouth. that only makes him do it again, harder this time. so hard it’s already formed a raised little imprint of his hand.

with every smack you jolt forward causing your cock to rut against the blankets, there was just so many sensations at once that you couldn’t help it when you came untouched, load seeping out onto the bed.

you’re fucked.

“did you just fucking cum?” he laughs loudly, one more extremely hard slap coming down, basking in the way you scream and whine about being sensitive. “you’re fucking pathetic. is that all you need? the bare fucking minimum?” he cussed at you. “you better fucking apologize” he grunts out.

“i-i’m so sorry! ‘m sorry master i-i didn’t mean too! it just feels soo good!” you practically sobbed, babbling like an idiot about how much you love him and that you’ll do better. he loved breaking you like this but he knew it was also emotionally taxing. “what do i always tell you baby?” his voice was a bit softer now, wiping a stray tear that did slip from your eye.

“t-this is just for fun..you don’t mean anything you say” you sniffled looking up at him with those cute little eyes of yours. “that’s right. good boy” he praised, “colour??” he asked immediately after. “green” you smile giving him a little thumbs up.

with your confirmation kuroo quickly grabbed you by the small amount of hair you had, pressing your face against the tent in his pants. “good..then it’s only fair i get to cum too yeah?” he smirked, stroking your hair gently.

“yes sir you do..i promise i’ll do good for you!” you ramble quickly, tiny hands working on his dress pants buttons. he watched you with hooded lids, just admiring how quickly you were trying to please him. “maybe your punishment will end if you’re good enough, but remember kitty it won’t be easy” he smirked knowing exactly what he was going to do.

you didn’t reply, just gave him a tiny nod. if you had to work for it then you would. you pull his cock out of his pants, kitten licking at the top a few times before licking a long strip from his balls all the way back up to the tip. to say you had a oral fixation, especially when it came to kuroos cock, was an understatement.

“that’s it…g-good boy-fuck” he praised, hands roughly gripping at your hair. holding you in place when you tried to take most of his length into your mouth, what didn’t fit your hands fumbled with. however kuroo was determined to make it fit.

kuroo roughly pulled your head down onto him, basking in the sound of you choking and gagging on his cock, “awh what’s the matter? bit off more than you can chew??” he smirked fucking your face with aggression, hips snapping up flush against your cheeks.

the tears that rolled down your cheeks made him unbelievably horny that he couldn’t stop himself, grunts and moans leaving him mouth while he used yours as a person fuck toy. you knew he was close when his perfect rhythm faltered a little and his grip on you was even tighter. to show him just how bad you wanted it, your hands found his balls, rolling and playing with them.

“goddd~you want this l-load so bad huh? hm? nggh! fuckk! you want it? yeah? fucking taking it stupid slut.” he sounded so unbelievably hot you can’t even help the bit of precum now leaking from your sensitive tip. soon after his statements you felt a warm sensation flooding down your throat, almost choking and coughing slightly since there was so much.

kuroo was still letting out loud moans of exctasy, ending with a soft hum he pulled his cock out of your mouth. the second you were freed you let out a gasp for air and a little bit of a cough but kuroo didn’t care. he grabbed your chin, opening your mouth with his other hand to make sure not even a drop of his cum went to waste. “good kitty..you took my cock so well…maybe you do need a reward?” he hummed, laughing deeply when you nodded quickly.

“face down ass up pretty boy.” he stated, having no problem jerking his still sensitive cock back up into a full erection. you did exactly as he asked before feeling a cold piece of metal against your back, you knew it well. the lead that attached to your collar. after it was clicked into place there were a few kisses up your back before you heard his raspy breath in your ear, “if you cum again without my permission this ass is going to be so fucking bruised and sore you won’t be sitting for months.” he whispered softly before biting the tip of your ear.

your breath caught in your throat but you nodded quickly, “yes sir..i’ll be so good i just really need to feel you..” you whine out, having to force your hips not to rut against the bed. “it’s cute when you’re so unbelievably pathetic for me” he smirked before gently rubbing the tip of his cock against your hole. “you’re clenching around nothing..so pretty..”

you choked out a tiny sob from just how needy you were, he always did this. he liked to break you down before even touching you, you loved it. “a stupid whore” he laughed loudly before giving you another harsh smack. with that he lubed his cock up, groaning a bit from how it felt.

with that he pushed inside, moaning when he bottomed out. he had this plan where he was going to make you cockwarm him for a bit just to tease you but the second he thought about all the stupid shit he had to deal with today? his hips snapped up and aggressively into you making you scream out but he wasn’t listening.

he was stuck in his own head, mentally cussing out everyone he worked with as he fucked all his anger out into his pretty kitty. “a-ah! da-mm! daaddyy!” you whine out nearly snapping him back to reality fully. “what? can’t handle it? is it too much for you?” he spat quickly, his pace not letting up. “everyone’s-nn-fuckin’ disappointing me today! i’m not taking it from you kitten.” he seethed, basking in the sound the bed made as it smacked off the wall.

“daddy! fuckk! ‘s soo goodd” he listened to the way you moaned out, his cock twitching so hard inside you that you could feel it. “yeah? you like it when i fuck your stupid boy pussy” he grinned knowing the way that made your heart skip a beat. “come on then, prove it. show me how much you love this fucking cock, stupid bitch” he smirked smacking your seriously irritated ass cheeks.

that sparked something inside of you, your hips throwing themselves back onto his cock. your moans so loud for him it sounded like screams. “p-please!” you managed to scream out between the loud babbling that left your mouth. “please what kitty?” he grunted, doing his best to focus on you and the squeezing your ass that was practically trying to milk him.

“plea-hhng! please c-cum daddy please!” you screamed, thank fuck he didn’t have neighbours. he smirked and shoved you down so your head was pressed again the mattress, holding your head there he let out a loud fucking moan before completely stilling. you could feel it shooting out in ropes, it felt so good that you came instantly and once again untouched.

“hmm that was cute~” he hummed almost immediately back to his normal self. “colour my love?” he asked gently rubbing your back, wondering if there was possibility to go again. “red” you murmur making him nod before slowly slipping out of you. “are you hurt? was it too much?” he pouted softly, gently rolling you onto your back to keep eye contact with you.

when you couldn’t reply he gently scooped you up and carried you into the bathroom, “it’s okay baby..kuroos got ya’”

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurō #kuroo imagine #kuroo headcanons #kuroo x male reader #haikyuu masterlist #haikyuu kuroo #haikyuu thirsts #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut

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