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Ghosts and Shadows (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

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Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes ��

Summary: Nothing was ever the same after retaking Wall Maria. How could it be? On that day, many lives changed and even more ended. Returning to the HQ and living there without almost all of your comrades was pure torture. Mainly, because you felt unimaginably guilty for surviving.

Ghosts and Shadows

Even your eyelashes felt like they were glued together with still warm and sticky blood, that kept drenching your face from the wound somewhere on your head. Your whole body ached as if it was torn into pieces and then put back together the wrong way.

But there you were... still alive, still breathing and trying to make out your surroundings.

The once-familiar streets of Shiganshina, the town you were born and raised in, were unrecognizable. Debris and destruction were everywhere. The air was full of smoke and dust. And everything around you was eerie quiet. If you listened hard enough, you could hear your own pounding heart, but nothing more.

The battle was clearly over.

And you had no idea who won, who died, and who was still alive.

„Levi!“ you called out for your fiancé, trying to sit up slowly. Your whole torso felt like it was on fire, pain radiating from your abdomen to your shoulders and even legs.

When you looked around, you could faintly see a couple of bodies laying around. But none of them moved, not even after you called out to them. Were they from your squad? Your own people? And where were Hange and Moblit? They were right beside you when the Colossal Titan appeared and you all got caught in the pressure wave from its transformation.

„Hange!“ you tried to call her name, propping yourself up on your elbows. Your arms were shaking from the strength needed for even such a simple movement. But with gritted teeth, you finally sat up and looked around a bit better. „Moblit?“ you shouted one of your closest friend’s name. It was obvious, that your voice sounded more and more desperate with every next try.

But nobody responded.

Nobody uttered a word, nobody even moved anywhere near you.

All you could see were the dead bodies of the people you fought alongside just a short while back. All the Scouts you knew for many months and years. Everyone was... gone.

You covered your mouth with a shaking hand before screaming out at the top of your lungs, while tears rolled down your cheeks. This had to be a dream. Just a nightmare, nothing else. This... this couldn’t be real, no. All you had to do was retake Wall Maria and get rid of your enemies. The Armored Titan was on the brink of death, all you needed to do was use the thunder spears one more time.

But then...

Bertholdt Hoover, the inheritor of the Colossal Titan, surprised you all. Nobody saw his attack coming in that particular way. All of you were fooled and that... that only lead to death and destruction.

Your beloved hometown, which went through so much tragedy in the past, had suffered another huge blow. Many more people found their death here. In the streets you used to run and play around as a child many, many years ago. After you left and joined the military, while later getting recruited to the Survey Corps, your parents stayed behind. Both of them were born in Shiganshina and lived there their whole lives. And both of them died here five years ago when the Colossal and Armored Titan first appeared.

To be fair, even you were supposed to die here. If nobody from your comrades survived, why should you? Why were you still alive and looking at the slowly setting sun through tears?

„LEVI!“ you cried out once more, painfully getting on all fours. It was the only way you could stand up, while still leaning against the remains of an old house.

He wasn’t on this side of the Wall when everything happened. Erwin wanted him with the horses and the new recruits. So he had to be alive, right? He had to... he simply had to.

With your left arm wrapped around your abdomen, you tried to take a few steps. Get away from all the dead, bloodied, burnt bodies and torn limbs. Get away from the awful smell of death that was lingering all around you. You carefully took one step and then another, before your knees gave out and you collapsed back onto the ground, crying out your fiancé’s name once again.

Why wasn’t he responding?

Levi couldn’t be... he couldn’t be...

It was impossible to even think about that option. He was alive, of course, he was. Even if nobody else survived, Levi had to.

You took one last steadying breath before knocking on the familiar wooden door. The HQ was quiet like never before. Maybe because there wasn’t almost anybody, who would make even the tiniest noise. Almost all of the rooms were empty. And it was bound to stay this way for a very long time.

He had to.

Maybe even forever.

The corridors felt cold, almost scary. As if ghosts and shadows of your fallen comrades were lurking around, watching your every step. Blaming you for staying alive and not being killed alongside them. Paranoia often made you look over your shoulder, where you expected to see a ghost of somebody you used to know and love.

Because of these feelings, you slowly stopped walking around to distract yourself. It was better to spend the whole day somewhere outside, most of the time in the horribly empty stables with just a couple of horses there. Or just sitting under a tree, where no one heard you cry.

„Come in!“ said the stern voice on the other side of the door. You clutched the handle tightly, before opening the door and walking in. „Oh, it’s you,“ said Levi suddenly much more wholesome.

„Am I disturbing you?“ you asked in a quiet voice, not sure where to look. Tears were once again starting to pool in your eyes and you didn’t want him to see them right away. Not as if it wasn’t that way for the last couple of days.

„No, come in. I wasn’t doing anything important.“

You nodded slowly, closing the door behind you. Even your own footsteps sounded way too loud in the silence all around. It haunted you day and night. Even more, when you suddenly woke up in the middle of the night and it felt as if the whole world around you had disappeared into nothing.

„What happened?“ Levi asked, when you stopped in front of his desk, looking around rather uncomfortably. The door to your left led to your shared bedroom. Nothing around you was unfamiliar, you’d spent countless hours in his office before. „Come here,“ he said quietly, outstretching his arm towards you.

Hesitantly, your fingers brushed over his warm skin, before he interlocked your fingers. When you walked around the desk closer to him, his other arm gently wrapped around your waist and pulled you down to sit on his lap. His every touch was still rather tender and careful since most of your body was covered in slowly healing bruises and some minor injuries.

„You didn’t come here to talk, am I right?“

It took you a short while, but you nodded, while wrapping your arms around his neck. A moment like this felt just like a miracle. After everything that happened not even a week ago...

You both were supposed to be dead. Just like almost everyone else. But somehow... you made it back to Trost. With just a handful of others, mainly the kids from the 104th. The only other survivors were Hange and a new recruit named Floch, who was the only survivor of Erwin’s suicide march against the Beast Titan, as he called it.

Not a single person from your squad made it out alive. Nobody from your closest friends. Not even Moblit, who gave his life to save Hange. She was the only one you had left. The only friend, you made almost immediately after joining the Scouts, just a year after Levi. Everyone else, who helped you find your place amongst the Scouts was gone and never coming back.

Yes, you’ve lost countless people over the years, but this mission was different. This time almost the whole Survey Corps was wiped out. And you couldn’t understand, why or how you escaped death. Why you? There was nothing special about you, the Scouting regiment had countless other more promising and important members.

„I think I’m going crazy,“ you whispered after a long while.

Levi lovingly held you against his body, his hand running up and down your back slowly and comfortingly. All you needed was time, and he was determined to give you all the time in the world. After all, there was nowhere to hurry, the last couple of days were all blending together into a big mess of pain, grief, and regret.

„I can’t even walk down the corridors anymore without always looking over my shoulder, and searching for somebody. It’s like... I can still hear and see them, Levi.“

He carefully pressed his lips to your shoulder. „Hange told me something very similar this morning. I guess it’s... normal.“

„Normal? What is normal about all of this?“ The first few tears rolled down your cheeks. Levi almost immediately lifted his hand and wiped them away. „I’m not supposed to be here, Levi. Why did I survive and they didn’t?“

Suddenly it was hard to even speak or think. Your mind once again filled with all the horrible sights from Shiganshina. All the destruction, blood, and death. You could just really vaguely remember the moment when Hange and Mikasa found you amongst all of that chaos. When you regained consciousness sometime later, you were on top of Wall Maria, Levi sitting right beside you. His eyes were full of terror until you finally said something and assured him, that you were alright.

At that moment you felt a glimpse of happiness and gratefulness – he was alive, that was all that mattered.

But only until he and Floch told you about what happened on the other side of the Wall. About Erwin’s death and about all of the other recruits. And about Armin, who was now the new inheritor of the Colossal Titan. So many things happened in such a short period of time. Including finally uncovering the truth about the basement in Eren’s old home.

The news about the world outside the Walls took you by surprise. But not in a good kind of way. Just a thought about people living somewhere on the other side of the ocean made you feel uneasy. Mainly, because Annie, Reiner, Berthold, and the two other special Titans showed you, what those people are capable of.

„Because it simply wasn’t your time to die,“ Levi answered in a stern voice again, looking somewhere in the direction of his office door. As if he was waiting for somebody to come in. Anybody... Erwin... „And for that, I’ll be forever grateful,“ he added, leaning his head against your chest. His grip around your waist got a little tighter.

„Did you expect something like this? That’s why you proposed to me the night before?“

Your engagement was still fresh news nobody knew about. To be honest, your whole relationship, which started almost six years ago, was kept pretty much secret. It was better that way for both of you. Only the closest people around you knew, and it was supposed to be similar with your engagement. You wanted to tell those special few, but that chance was now forever gone. The only person, that remained was Hange.

„Not really. I just felt it was the right time to do it.“

„I see,“ you mumbled into his hair, resting your chin on top of his head. Facing the window behind his desk, you could see the already grey clouds getting even darker. A storm was slowly closing in. „You know I can tell when you’re not telling me the truth, right?“

„I hoped I got better at hiding it.“

„Not really, you always suddenly lower your voice, when you’re lying.“

Captain Levi Ackerman was like an open book to you. You knew almost everything about him and his life. And you loved him despite all the things he was convinced were unlovable. He had his flaws, of course, he did. But who didn’t? To you, love was never about finding someone perfect.

It was about a special person, who wasn’t afraid to show you his darkest secrets and worst flaws, which made him think no one will ever be able to love him. Love was about vulnerability and honesty. About being able to feel safe with the person to the point, when you showed each other your true self.

„And you bite the right corner of your lower lip right afterward.“

„You are looking out the window, there’s no way you just saw me do that.“

„No, but you just confessed to doing it.“

His angry mumbling always made you smile. But not now, not in the situation that was lingering all around you.

Levi could feel it as well, he wasn’t his true self since returning from the mission. The decision he was forced to make was still on his mind and didn’t let him rest even during the night. He tried to hide it, but you heard him waking up in the middle of the night, calling your late Commander’s name. It made shivers run down your back, while you silently cried into the pillow, trying not to let Levi know you’d heard him.

His desperate tone and few silent sobs always broke your heart. You wanted to comfort him somehow, wrap your arms around his trembling body, and let him know, that it’s okay to feel like this. After all, he was only human. And all people made mistakes and had emotions, that were sometimes too much to handle.

„How are we going to get through this?“ you asked, running your fingers through his thick dark hair. „How are we supposed to move on from such a tragedy, Levi?“

„We don’t have any other option, I’m afraid. We can only move forward from here.“

„No, you don’t understand me.“

„I think I do understand, love. It’s just that we see the whole thing from different points of view. We pay attention to different details.“ You uncomfortably shifted in his lap, kissing the top of his head. Talking about that day was pure agony. But you had to do it. For yourself and for others.

For the kids from the 104th, you grew to like and even love. The only solace in all of this madness was that they made it back in one piece. With some injuries, but they were all alive. And they needed you, just like they needed Levi and Hange, who became the new Commander of the Survey Corps.

They all looked up to you as their superior, so you had to act on it. You had to show them, that this wasn’t the end. All you needed was some time to grieve and plan your next move, while all of you accepted the new reality.

„You can say that we've fought in two different battles,“ he said, burying his face into your chest even further. He took a deep breath, taking in your scent he knew so well. „And we both lost.“

He was angry with himself because you were almost amongst the dead as well. You could tell he was beating himself up over not being able to protect you. Even though he knew that you can take care of yourself. You always could, there wasn’t any need for him to always watch over your every step.

But the recent horrific events showed Levi just how easily he could lose you. Almost too easily. And that option terrified him more, than anything else. The possibility of being left alone once more. He lost many people over the years the two of you knew each other. And some of the most important ones even before that.

He never talked about his mom, Isabel, Furlan, or Kenny much, but he wanted you to know them at least a little bit. And for that you were glad. It was them, who helped to shape him into the man, you later fell in love with. And despite never having the chance to get to know them, you promised that you’ll take care of Levi on their behalf.

„Did you talk to Armin?“

You shook your head. „I can’t bring myself to do it. I’m glad he’s alive and well, I really, truly am. He’s one of the wisest people I’ve ever met, despite being so young. But it’s hard because...“

„You adored Erwin from day one, everybody knew it,“ Levi finished your words, tilting his head back and looking into your face. „But it was time to let him go.“

„I know.“

You really did. Levi made the right choice... hopefully. The young Armin Arlert was a promising soldier and future leader, maybe truly the next Commander. Saving him was important.

But that didn’t make losing Erwin feel easier. You really adored that man and followed his every word. Throughout the years, you even became one of his most trusted subordinates. Letting him go felt like losing an important piece of yourself.

„You should go and talk to him. Hange as well, you can’t isolate yourself from everyone. You’re not like me, who doesn’t really need or want social interactions.“

„I’ll talk to them, it’s just not the right time, yet.“

There were many words you wished to say to Armin, Hange, or Levi, but your heart and mind were just too tired for that. Too tired to remember and feel the same pain over and over again. The only thing you were able to do, was hug him even tighter and treasure that exact moment.

Maybe it was the last time you had the opportunity to hold him like that.

As the hours went by, the storm really came. Heavy rain was pouring down when you finally decided to go to bed. Not to sleep, that was almost impossible, but to maintain at least some kind of daily routine.

The nights were the worst because Levi rarely came to lay down next to you. If he did, he almost always woke up within the first two hours, panicking and gasping for air because of the nightmares that kept bothering him.

So most nights he stayed at his desk, just like before you started sleeping in his bed. Even after that, it was sometimes hard for him to simply lay down and relax enough to fall asleep. Holding you in his arms used to help. It made him feel safe and reassured, that you’re truly still in his life and by his side.

„Levi?“ you called after him in a quiet voice, after another thunder startled you. It sounded too similar to the sound of exploding thunder spears.

It was quiet for a while until you heard him make his way into the dark bedroom. „What is it? Are you okay?“ he asked in a concerned tone.

„Can you come to lay down next to me, please?“ You didn’t ask for anything special. Just a few hours of calmness in his arms, where you could sleep for a bit. „Maybe just for a short while.“ Your voice sounded like you just cried for several hours, while your eyes were still red and puffy.

Being emotional has always been one of your worst qualities. At least that’s how you saw it. You cried easily and took a lot of things more seriously than was necessary. Those weren’t the best traits for someone in the Survey Corps, where death was always present. You tried to work on it, change somehow... but when something truly hurt you, crying was the only resort. Bottling up your feelings was never something you could do. It was always better to let everything out.

„I don’t think I can fall asleep. And I still have some work to do.“

„You don’t have to sleep. I just need you here.“ The bed was simply too cold and empty without him. It felt even more empty than the whole HQ around you.

Levi hesitated for a while but ultimately gave in. His every movement seemed a little forced and out of place, but when he finally made himself comfortable, he let out a quiet sigh. Almost as if he was glad to be in bed. Maybe he just waited to hear, that you wanted him beside you.

„You didn’t have anything for dinner. Again.“

„I ate lunch, that was more than enough for today,“ you objected, moving closer to your fiancé. Levi carefully took you in his arms, letting you rest your head on his chest.

It wasn’t always like that.

These days, he liked and sometimes even craved your touch. There were moments he couldn’t take his hands off you. Moments when his lips desperately needed to be in contact with your skin. But before all of that, Levi was distant and cold even to you. He loved you, but for a long time, he simply wasn’t able to show it. He was too afraid, or maybe even ashamed to let you know how touch-starved he was, and how much he wanted but couldn’t let you close.

His fear of intimacy made you cry yourself to sleep on many occasions at the beginning of your relationship. Not that you were angry with him. You were angry with yourself because, despite the love you felt toward him, you weren’t able to help him. To show him how beautiful love could be in its most natural and delicate form.

Things between you started to change really slowly. You decided to give him all the time he needed. And finally, it was Levi, who came to you, when he felt ready to accept the love you were offering to him. He handed you his heart over with such trust and hope in his beautiful sea-grey eyes.

And since that day, you were holding his heart close to your own, always making sure it was safe and full of love.

„I hate to boss you around, you know that. But you need to take care of yourself, I don’t want you getting sick,“ he said worriedly, running his fingers through your hair, and brushing some strands away from your face.

„I’m not trying to get sick, I’m just grieving,“ you said, tightly wrapping your arm around him. From what you’ve heard from Floch, it was a miracle that he wasn’t seriously injured during his attempt to take down the Beast Titan. Or that he made it out alive. Facing all of those Titans alone...

„You understand that none of what happened was your fault, right? There was nothing you could have done for your squad or the others. Just like Hange, you are damn lucky that you survived that bastard’s transformation into the Colossal Titan.“

„None of them did anything wrong, Levi. They didn’t deserve to die, not like that.“

„Yeah, you could say that about everyone from the Scouts that ever gave their lives for what they believed would help save the human race.“ Something in his tone made you lift your head from his chest. Levi noticed the concern on your face but waited a minute before speaking again. „I don’t know why, but I feel some strange kind of relief that it finally happened.“

„What do you mean?“

„Taking back Wall Maria was our main task for the last five years. We both know how many of us died for this during those years. And now it’s finally done.“

„But look at how many of us are left. If it wasn’t for the kids from the 104th, it would be just us three. Me, you, and Hange. Nobody else, Levi. Don't act like that doesn't terrify you.“

„I never said that.“

You sighed exhaustedly, laying your head back on his chest and finally closing your eyes. When was the last time you had a good sleep? A week ago? Two weeks ago? Sometime this month? Or was it the previous one... or maybe just before all of that madness that happened in Trost?

Since then, you lived in constant survival mode. Even more than ever before. You almost forgot how to smile and enjoy life. Levi noticed it since he paid close attention to your moods and feelings. All he wanted was for you to be happy, safe, and loved. Always falling asleep knowing, that life was worth living even after the most brutal day you could ever imagine.

He wanted you to know, that even if something happened to him, you had to continue living. You had to try and find happiness again.

But even thinking about it made you feel sick. You were more than sure, that after Levi there would be no life left for you to live. Nothing would make any sense anymore. Not, when you imagined your whole life with him by your side.

„Right now, I’m not sure what will happen to us. To the Scouts. I trust Hange, you know that, but...“

„She needs our help, Levi. We can’t leave her alone in this mess.“

He nodded, running his hand up and down your back, trying to comfort you, while the storm outside was still raging. „It’s just that we have so much new information now. With so many new threads to look out for.“

„You think people like them... will come after us again?“

They will, of course. You knew that even without Levi answering your question. Why would they stop? They lost this time, but that surely won’t stop them from trying to attack again.

„It’s just a matter of time,“ he said quietly, kissing the top of your head.

You hugged him even tighter when another loud thunder was heard from the outside. In the next couple of minutes, even more lightning and thunder followed, the storm getting closer and closer. You’ve always hated them for some reason. Not that you were afraid, you just didn’t like them. Especially during nighttime, when everything was supposed to be calm and quiet.

„I miss him,“ said Levi after a long while. You didn’t even try to fall asleep, but foolishly hoped, that maybe he drifted off for at least a couple of minutes.

„Me too,“ you said equally quietly, kissing the warm skin of his neck.

He didn’t have to say any names, you knew who he was referring to. It wasn’t just Erwin, he was deeply troubled about all the other soldiers as well, but he had a special bond with the late Commander. After all, it was Erwin, who helped him get above ground and start a new life. Surely, it had its downfalls, but Levi was grateful. He somehow... after all those years and all those sacrifices... felt that he owed his current life to Erwin.

„He’ll always be with us. Just like all of our fallen comrades. Watching over us every step of the way, hoping that we achieve everything they weren’t able to.“

The sudden hope in your tone almost made you laugh. Where was it coming from? Surely not from your broken heart, which was still overflowing with pain, sadness, and guilt. You were the one, who longed to hear similar words. Not to be the one who was saying them.

But as you looked at Levi – into his tired empty eyes, studying the almost hopeless expression on his face... He was just as broken, maybe even more. In the end, it was he, who had to make the choice and live with the consequences. He too believed in Armin, so he surely wasn’t blaming him for anything. Levi knew, that Eren’s best friend was a crucial member of the Scouts. He resembled Erwin in many ways and had many other, very important and useful qualities and skills.

He deserved to live, humanity needed the person he was surely about to become in the next few years.

If only these thoughts could somehow take away the pain of losing Erwin.

„It was time to let him go,“ you said the same words, Levi told you just a few our prior. Did you truly believe in them? Absolutely not. At least for now. Maybe after a few weeks or months, when all of this pain eases a little bit. „We have to continue on our own. Until we all meet again one day.“

You could see how those words surprised him. When another lightning struck and illuminated the dark room, you could swear Levi’s eyes were full of tears. But he closed them before the first one could find its way out and roll down his cheek, where you softly pressed your lips, while your hand gently caressed his chest.

Grieving the loss of loved ones was natural. There was no need to hide your emotions. Because in the end, their deaths made you stronger and more resilient. Gave you even more motivation to never give up and fight until the very end.

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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 24: OH...HI

after months and too much longing, you finally meet corpse in person.

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You woke up. That’s a lie, you didn’t sleep. Too much to plan, too much can go wrong and you’re...Not nervous, no, that’s not quite accurate. Excited. Yes, excited, so excited that two Redbulls and three coffees (so far!) make you jitter around the apartment like a butterfly that can’t find a flower bed to rest on.

Rae has almost had enough of your...random spurts of energy. So what if you ran a few laps, climbed a few tables, sang karaoke a bit too loud and yet another noise complaint had been issued? It arrived exactly an hour after your concert via your displeased landlord. Rae was, of course, the one to apologize because you were too busy trying on miniskirts. After that ordeal was taken care of, no sooner than Rae shut the front door with an exhausted sigh, you emerged from your room clad in your prettiest outfit. You present it to her with a bright smile and flourish.

She is not impressed.

“Will you quit it?” She questions, arms crossed over her chest. Your grin does not damper -- you’re used to such harsh treatment, having accepted her backhanded way of showing love long ago. Instead, you flick your wrists, showing off an ungodly amount of rings. You’re not certain of the exact number because you can’t count, “Y/n.” Her voice gains an edge, but you persist. Show off your shoes that have cute lil’ charms that jingle jangle not unlike the spurs on a hot cowgirl’s boots, “Y/n.” Her eyes narrow in displeasure, her stern tone making you falter in your dramatic stride down the imaginary catwalk, “Just stop.”

Okay! So maybe you’re not as used to her coldness as you thought you were. Your expression sours, and you quit the act, even if a part of you - one you barely fight off, goodness, you almost perish in that battle - wants to continue but even more annoying. As if you could somehow block her rationality with manic energy.

“What?” You ask, trying to keep the mood lighthearted despite her squared shoulders and tight frown, “I’m just having a bit of fun!” You say with a joyous little laugh, reaching for a glass of much needed water.

“No, you’re panicking.” Her words make the glass still, hoovering by your painted lips, but it’s short lived. You take a greedy gulp and it tastes fresh with a pinch of lipstick, “Look, I get it...” She shakes her head softly, “You’re meeting the guy you like for the first time, you jumped the gun straight to dating and now you’re...Anxious. It’s normal, you know.”

“But I’m not anxious.” You persist, and you really do mean it. You don’t like how she looks at you as if you’re the one that’s misunderstanding your own feelings. You set the glass down with a soft clink, heaving your own sigh, “I’m not, I’m really happy actually.” You explain softly, “It’s just...my way of dealing with it. I’m more... Worried about Corpse, to be honest.” You add, a tad quieter, “But, like, it’s all good!” You exclaim, strolling up to her and landing your hands on her shoulders, “I prepared.”

And it’s true! You had spent the night scouring the depths of the internet. Read every WikiHow article on how to deal with someone with extreme anxiety, how to not make things painfully awkward, and how to talk to boys (just in case. The last time you stumbled upon that particular article was way back in middle school when you had a crush on that one guy you saw in your school’s cafeteria every now and then. Naturally, that led you down the rabbit hole, and according to WikiHow’s How To Tell If A Boy Likes You guidebook, you found out that he was absolutely enamored with you because he glanced in your direction, like, two times. Safe to say that love story went nowhere. The point still stands).

So you forward all of this information to Rae, nestled in her bed whilst she lazily folds her clothes; clarify that you know that nothing much can happen, and that this whole situation is delicate, and that you must tread carefully because you don’t want to overwhelm him. She pauses her actions, glancing behind her to watch you staring idly at the ceiling, so peaceful, so thoughtful. And it’s not the eerie calmness you had displayed during your murderous spree in the last Among Us game, no, it’s just...quiet understanding.

“I’m actually impressed.” She says. You merely hum, counting the dust slowly descending in the cascading light, “You’re not as clueless as I thought.” Your lips quirk into a shy smile at the compliment- “Or as tactless.” - and turn downward just as quick.

“That implies that I’m always tactless.”

“You are.” She states and you sit up, a soft frown pinching your brows, “Not like, in a terrible way. You just...don’t think about your actions. Or the repercussions. You just know that you can get away with everything.”

“And I can!”

“That doesn’t actually mean you should do something just because you can. You know I’ll always support you. Literally everyone will always support you. But I’m not gonna coddle you. You’re just...a lot. Online and especially in person. But the fact that you’re actually taking this seriously and taking his feelings into consideration is...well, the bare minimum, but still, good job.”

...Much to think about. You don’t like thinking, it makes your head hurt. Though, that could just be the lack of sleep. You cross your legs and plop your head in your hand, tired eyes blinking owlishly, “Do you...think I should change what I’m wearing?”

Prompted by your question, she gives you a careful once over, “I mean, it’s signature you.”

“Signature me is a hoodie and some sweatpants.”

She smiles, “Then go change. Your outfit is a bit distracting for just...Hanging out indoors, no? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind either way, though.”

“I just...” You bite the inside of your cheek, mulling your words over. Truly, the last time you were so attentive was when you went Psycho Mode in Among Us, which, to be fair, wasn’t that long ago. Perhaps there wasn’t a chance to let your mind dull - it’s almost as sharp as your butterfly knife, “I figured that if, like,” You vaguely motion with your hands, “if I be, like, all over the place, and wearing something cute, he’d be, like, distracted? And less anxious? No...awkward silence?”

“First meetings are always awkward, it’s natural.” She chimes, “I mean, if you’re so nervous-”

“I’m not nervous!”

“-then just don’t overthink it. I know it’s easier said than done, but you’re you, and Corpse is Corpse, and he likes you for who you are, and even if it is a bit awkward, I’m sure it’ll, like, blow over in a second. It really doesn’t matter how you look, Y/n.” She grins, “Plus, it’s not like you’re greeting him in your underwear or something.”

You will not admit that that was your plan B, not when you just landed in her good graces. You nod, “...I’ll go change.”

And so you do. Pick out your cutest hoodie and some sweatpants. Put away your jingle jangle shoes with a broken heart, instead of them donning your fluffiest socks; slip off some rings because they keep falling off of your fingers. It’s almost like all of those transformation scenes in rom-coms that are still popular for some reason, except you’re hot before and after, so there’s really no transformation at all.

Now you wait. Just wait, all other activities are excluded from this. Rae comes back to find you sitting on the edge of your bed, back straight, hands neatly folded on your lap. She compares you to a Sim’s character and you allow her. After mercilessly mocking you and snapping a few pictures - for blackmail, you assume - she helpfully informs that she is leaving because she doesn’t want to get in the way, but your psychic abilities which you acquired just now tell you that she simply doesn’t want to witness this train wreck. Not that it’ll be a train wreck, it would be if you were nervous, but you aren’t.

You just aren’t. You fidget with the rings adoring your hand; toy with the hem of your hoodie; bounce your leg up and down. It’s just caffeine, okay?! Fuck this, Twitter time.

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[ADDING A MUSICAL INTERMISSION, LISTEN TO THIS IF YOU WANT (I WROTE THIS CHAPTER WITH IT IN MIND)]

The waiting commences, only now it somehow feels more intense. The sun is setting, and you really want to be one of those cute girls that fill their camera roll with pictures of the sunset and the roseate sky, but your hands are trembling and holding up your phone feels like too much of a hassle. You’d rather just sit there, alone in the apartment, in the pin-drop silence, extremely uncomfy and tense, as if waiting for the end of the world.

A notification sounds off and your life flashes before your eyes. Hastily, you check it, a sticky mixture of delight and something else, something unpleasant constricting, making your stomach churn. He’s here. Holy shit, it’s happening. You order your anime plushies to stop fucking panicking, they’re like, totally embarrassing you at the moment! You wonder if they have their own little group chat, but instead of Totally Spies it’s called Total Embarrassment. Yikes, okay, that was harsh. After a good scolding, and a heartfelt apology for getting so heated, you smooth down the non-existent wrinkles on your modest outfit, and quickly waddle over to the electronic apartment thingie something something... you unlock the main door, okay!? This is for some reason feeling very not cash money, so you break out in a little dance number.

The doorbell does not sing that shrill, unpleasant tune; rather, there’s a soft knock on the apartment’s door, and you pause your shuffling, your renegade, and perk up at the imposing future hidden behind a slab of wood. Your heart beats a melody all on it’s own, and it’s loud, uncoordinated, like a musician that’s still familiarizing themselves with their instrument. And there’s that knock again, as uncertain as you’re feeling, and your clammy fingers latch onto the lock and turn it and now there is no more hiding - such a possibility is no longer an option; no more sporadic dances or sitting in disheartening silence and letting your thoughts weight you down.

You’re not quite sure what you were thinking about before you saw him in the threshold, head tilted slightly, fluffy dark hair obscuring the bags under his eyes, hunched, one ringed hand clutching onto the strap of his duffel bag, the other frozen mid-air, ready to knock one more time lest you didn’t hear him the first two. No, truly, you can’t, for the life of you, remember what all the fuss was about.

“...Oh.” It’s a soft sound, so quiet, but not surprised, rather...relieved. Faint shimmers of a smile reach you, hidden behind a black face mask - the panini chic! You must stan a respectful king - but there’s something about the way he looks at you that makes you question it’s sincerity. He fails to return your gaze, rather choosing to stare somewhere over your shoulder. His eyes seem unfocused. Apprehensive. A wild thought occurs to you that he expected you to trick him somehow, and wild thoughts invade the land of your mind often, but never in such a way. You clutch the handle just a bit tighter.

His hand retreats to his side, up to his mask and you think he’s about to unhook it but he stills, and there’s panic there, as if he had been moving unconsciously, as if he hadn’t realized what he’s doing. He plays it off by idly scratching his cheek, muttering an equally quiet, “Hi.” to fill the silence.

Finally, your WikiHow knowledge can come in handy, along with your common sense, “Hey, pretty boy.” You mutter, pulling away from the door, “Make yourself at home!” You slide to the kitchen, your socks acting not unlike ice-skates cutting through the Arctic frost covered ground. You hope that with you occupied and not watching him as closely he’ll feel slightly more at ease.

You’d like to hug him. Kiss him, definitely. But if he’s so uncomfortable that he can’t bring himself to shed his mask in your presence, then there’s really nothing you can do.

You hear the door shut and lock behind you as you pull out two glasses from the cupboard, humming a song you can’t quite recall the name of. You ask him if he’d like something to drink - it was a short flight, yet a flight still, and planes always make you thirsty, and there you go talking his ear off. You end abruptly, but smoothly, like a true diplomat; if he notices, you have no way of knowing - he doesn’t provide even a hint. He’s hard to read, and literature was never your best subject. But you’re trying.

He sets his duffel bag down on a nearby chair, “I, uhhh,” His voice is raspy and low, another indication of a pathetic lack of sleep, “I...got you something, uhh, I dunno-dunno if I should...give it now, or?” He sends you a questioning glance, but it doesn’t linger. Your offer of drinks is momentarily forgotten, though you hardly mind.

You grin, “Sure! I love gifts, gimmie gimmie.” You make grabby hands, and he snorts, and it would’ve sounded endearing if he didn’t sound so fucking tired. He unzips the bag, and you pad your way to him, mindful of personal space (something you, in most social situations, chose to pretend does not exist). You note his hands quivering lightly, just like yours had in the agonizing wait, but he hides it well. You wish you could hold them. You’re afraid to try.

He pulls out a black hoodie and you recognize the custom art on it instantly - it’s his merch. He presents it in awkward flourish, murmuring a “Tadaaaa” under his breath; your heart skips a pleasant beat, and you have to bite down on your lower lip lest you smile appears too big. The fabric is soft under your fingers, and you accept his gift with a dramatic bow, and he turns his head away with another little laugh. You’re chipping away at the ice around him; it’s a slow process, but it’s worth the effort.

Truly, your own hoodie is shabby in comparison - icky, how could you have ever worn such a thing in the first place?! You’ll have to do extensive research in fashion magazines and Printerest so such a slip-up may never happen again. You discard it hastily and put his on instead; it smells like washing detergent with hints of cologne, one you instantly pin point belonging to him, “It’s, uhhh, it’s mine? I hope you, uhh, I didn’t have any spare ones, so-I hope you don’t...mind.”

He’s finally looking at you, but he’s still tense, still hesitant, and you shake your head softly, “No,” You admit, “I like it even more now.” You pull on the hood, toy with the strings and yank them quickly; your face is concealed, save for your nose, “Comfy.” Your commentary is unmatched, best of it’s kind - eloquent and effortless, much like yourself.

Another small laugh reaches your ears, and it sounds a bit livelier than the others had been. Success!

“Stop that.” He says gently, and you see moving shadows; his hands loosen the strings and your face is revealed to him once again. He’s close now, and he doesn’t move away; his hands come to rest on your shoulders, warm even through layers of fabric, “I came all this way to see you, don’t hide your face from me.”

Your eyes narrow playfully, your finger rapidly tapping away on his clothed cheek, “What’s all this then? Hm? Hm?” Instead of swatting your hand away, which you figured he’d do, he complies and finally tugs that fucking mask off. Your breath catches in the back of your throat and you halt your ministrations - truly, seeing him smiling on screen is nothing compared to him smiling in person. You can’t quite contain yourself any longer - your excitement might burst out in another dance number otherwise - as you throw your arms over his shoulders and pull him flush against you. He’s quick to return the embrace. Maybe it was all the encouragement he needed.

“Wow,” He mumbles, only slightly offended, “so I finally show my face to you, in person, and you just-...you just look away?”

“I’m hugging you, dumbass.”

“...Touche.”

Things fall into place after that, like a dozen puzzle pieces fitting together. He won’t let you go - he doesn’t want to. You put on some music, something easy and indie and that doesn’t require too much effort to listen to, as the two of you contemplate what to eat. Cooking by yourselves was dismissed due to the unstable relationship between yourself and cooking utensils. The stove and you had had a falling out recently, but this feud had started long ago, back in pre-school, with only short intervals of friendship. He listened to your extensive explanation absolutely enraptured and only moderately confused.

So you settled on ordering pizza from Domino’s. You have no trouble calling or receiving phone calls, because you have no trouble doing anything, and he admitted that he only really calls you because he gets too anxious to do more, so you’re tasked with ordering the food. You accept this mission with pride.

You stand tall, gazing out the window into the wild California domain: massive buildings and towering eucalyptus trees, bleeding skyline and the sun slowly getting swallowed up by the ocean. Corpse looms behind you, with his arms snaked around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder, looking at you through the corner of his eye. You wait patiently for the underpaid, overworked staff member to pick up, and once they do, you have the audacity to grin brightly and chirp, “Hi! I want pizza.”

Conversations flow smoothly, and you make hot chocolate - because you are hot and you crave chocolate - and he insists he wants one too, because you want one, and you don’t hesitate to overflow his cup with whipped cream and an ungodly amount of miniature marshmallows. A premature heart attack, just for him. Whoever said romance is dead has clearly never met you. When the doorbell chimes, you’re astounded that an hour flew by so quickly.

After the delicious meal, the movie night must commence. So what if you watched 10 Things I hate About You yesterday, you insist that you have already forgotten the plot. You lead him to your room and he tries not to stare, but can’t help himself. Pretty boy in a pretty girl’s room. His eyes linger on the massive posters of Chrollo on your walls, and you sense his displeasure rolling off of him in waves.

“What?” You huff, fluffing the pillows, “You don’t like my husband?”

He jabs his finger into his chest, into the spot of his heart, “I’m your husband.”

“Side hoe, then-”

“-No.”

You didn’t lie when you said you love to cuddle, or that you’re clingy. It’s a good thing he’s just as clingy as you are, because when he lays down and you latch onto his side. He doesn’t complain, rather wraps his arm around pulls you close. His thumb draws lazy circles on your side; with your head resting on his chest, you feel each rhythmical rise and drop.

The opening credits play on the projector, the room dark enough for your pile of plushies to look like a whole fucking human just standing in the corner. A ghost! Sucks for it, you’re not scared. You feel safe. Protected. So comfortable in Corpse’s hold that you’re honestly wondering how did you manage to be so long without him. To think all of this started when Sykkuno followed you on Twitter. What a lucky accident.

“Can I ask you something?” Your voice cuts through the bopping 90s soundtrack and Julia Stiles’ voice. He hums. You take it as a yes. Tilting your head upwards, you find his eyes again, a thorn of displeasure picking you as you note that that apprehension you had seen previously is still very much there, “...You really wouldn’t date me if I was a worm?”

His chest rumbles with a laugh and his lips split into a grin, “I would.” He presses your side for emphasis, “I really would.” He repeats, reassuringly. You, however, are not convinced.

“But I’d be a worm.”

“I know. We’d... roll around in the dirt together, or something.”

“But you’d be human.”

He frowns softly, “Why couldn’t I be a worm, too?”

“Those are the rules.”

“What kind of shitty fucking rules are those?”

“I dunno, it’s like the Thanos snap or something. I just turn into a worm. I’m the only one.”

“That’s fine.” He smiles, “I’d take you out on a fishing date or something.”

Shocked, offended, and heartbroken, you hit his chest and pointedly turn away with a pout, which he finds very funny for some reason, but you fail to see the humor anywhere except the movie. Despite the fact that he’d sacrifice you for a fish, you smile shyly and close your eyes. He did say you would take a nap together, and if he really thought you’d stay awake for movie night, well, then he’s just an idiot. You had decided you would fall asleep as soon as he was next to you. It’s a miracle you managed to stay awake for so long.

“...Sleeping already?” You don’t appreciate his teasing tone.

“’m not sleeping...” You murmur, “’m resting my eyes.”

“Sure.”

You’re not quite certain (of anything, really) how much time drifts by, but you’re nearly lost in unconsciousness, in the warm, nice feeling that comes along with him like a cloud. Perhaps he thinks you’re asleep, he has to, else he wouldn’t say anything at all, “You’re stuck with me now, you know.” It’s such a soft admission, riddled with the same notes of anxiety that always prevail in his speech; with the same hopeful sincerity he had been gazing at you the whole evening.

Moving your lips is such a hassle, but you manage, “’m...stuck...” You mumble, “’m...stuck...what are you doing step-”

“No!” He laughs, and your lips quirk into a lazy smile, “No, no, no. Just no. Do you talk in your sleep?” You fake snore at that, loudly, “You’re like a little dragon.”

“...Fuck you.”

“Fine, a kitten, then.” That’s better. You feel something chapped, but soft, press onto your forehead, “Goodnight, Y/n.”

God, you’re so fucking happy. Does he know how happy you are? How happy he makes you? But you’re too tired for screaming and flailing around, too tired to even crack an eye open. You want him to know all the same, “...like you.” You whisper, but you don’t know if he hears you over the movie, “...I like you.”

His reply is instant, breathless, “I like you too.”

Good, you want to say, and maybe you do - can’t tell anymore. Sleep takes you too quickly.

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tenthgrove · 3 years

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This one was sent to me by @pseudo-possum via messaging so I’ll paraphrase here. The concept is that Risotto visits his grandmother (My OC, Vittoria Nero) and she attempts to set him up with with her new maid. Both Risotto and the maid know what’s going on, but they’re fine with it and open to the idea of a relationship.

A Welcome Arrangement

Risotto x Reader (GN), Romantic, SFW

When you made the decision to seek work in the cleaning industry, your hopes were low. You were fully willing to tolerate some rude, entitled rich prick as your employer so long as they paid you decently for it.

Instead, you got Vittoria Nero.

Vittoria’s house is small, by the standards of those that usually warrant a personal cleaner. Furthermore, although elderly, Vittoria is in excellent health and would certainly be capable of cleaning the place herself if she wanted to. Instead, you suspect she just wanted a maid for the company.

Vittoria is a most generous employer. Even though you rarely have enough tasks to busy yourself for more than a couple hours each morning, she pays you for a full day of work each day. She lets you have the spare bedroom free of rent, and spoils you so frequently with her cooking you barely have to worry about that expense either. You feel less like a housemaid and more like a much-treasured niece.

Vittoria calls to you and you snap out of your thoughts, turning off the vacuum hoover to listen to her.

“Did you do the other room, dear?” she asks you.

“If you mean Risotto’s old room, then yes, I just got done with it. Lots of dust. Definitely needed doing,” you affirm.

“Certainly,” Vittoria nods. “That said I hope you didn’t move too much around. My grandson has always been very protective of his things and he wouldn’t like to be reminded of someone touching them,” she adds.

“No worries, I remembered. Everything is exactly where I found it,” you assure her. Vittoria smiles.

“Good, good. I knew you would. Come, sit with me,” she beckons you. The pair of you sit down on the comfortable sofa in the main room. She drums her lap restlessly. “I have news. Risotto’s stay has been extended to a month. It turns out the first assignment he had scheduled for after this holiday of his is in Palermo anyway, so it's more practical for him to carry on staying with us while he takes care of it,” Vittoria announces.

“Oh, good. I’m sure you’ll appreciate the extra time with him,” you remark. You can’t say for yourself if time with Risotto is time well spent- you’ve never met the man, but Vittoria speaks of her grandson with a deep fondness you can only see as earned. Nobody ever gains Vittoria Nero’s respect without earning it.

“Certainly. And I think he’ll enjoy being home. I can only guess how much Naples has been wearing him down,” Vittoria looks down across the room. Sadness fills her eyes for a moment, but she shakes it off. “Regardless, my advice remains from before. Remember that certain features of Risotto’s life, especially his business, may be off limits, but you should by no means shy away from him. You will both find this month much more enjoyable if you can appreciate each other’s presences.”

“Of course, Vittoria, I’ll keep it in mind.”

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The next day you drive over to the next town to do some shopping. As you pull back into the driveway of the Nero house you find an unfamiliar car in the usual spot. Vittoria doesn’t get visitors, ever. Clearly, it would seem, Risotto has arrived a few hours early.

You open the front door with trepidation. Will Risotto find it strange that you, a simple cleaner, treat the house so much like your own? Should you knock instead? No, you’d rather not bring any unneeded attention to yourself. You swallow your anxieties and step into the front room.

“Oh, (y/n), there you are,” Vittoria greets you. Your eyes fall straight to the tall, black-clad man standing beside her. Christ, you expected Risotto to be intimidating, but not like this. At first glance he’s the complete opposite of his grandmother in every way- morose, sombre and imposing. But the resemblance is unmistakable. “Cat got your tongue, dear?” Vittoria prompts you. You snap out of your stupor.

“Excuse me. Risotto, I presume?”

“Yes, you must be the maid Nonna mentioned. It’s good to meet you,” Risotto greets. Wow, that’s a compelling voice. So deep and sultry… you think you could get used to listening to it over the next month.

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Vittoria excuses you from your duties the next day. Unwilling to face the sweltering Sicilian sun with her in your garden, you retreat to your room and read. You don’t know what Risotto is doing.

There’s a crash and you start. It sounded like… falling glass, and it came from just across the hall from you. Quickly hurrying from your room you follow the sound into Risotto’s. He isn’t there (thankfully for your embarrassment) but the shattered remains of a drinking glass lie in pieces on the floor by the window. A breeze shakes the curtains. Did it somehow blow it off the edge?

Regardless of what caused it, you should probably clean it up before Risotto finds out. God forbid he steps in it on accident. You turn around and immediately headbutt a broad human chest. Well, speak of the devil.

“Are you alright? There was crashing and Nonna said to investigate,” Risotto explains.

“I’m fine, I think the breeze blew it off,” you say, gesturing to the broken glass.

“Strange, I don’t remember putting that there,” Risotto remarks. “Nonna must have left it. I’ll help you clean.”

“Wait, you don’t have to do that for me Risotto,” you call, but he’s already half way down the hall. He returns with a dustpan and broom, handing the latter to you before he helps you to clear the mess. As you clean, you notice Vittoria sitting in her deckchair, watching you with her drink and smiling. Did she just… what on earth is her game?

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“Vittoria, it really won’t be necessary. If Risotto doesn’t want to go I’ll be fine by myself,” you insist. Vittoria shakes her head.

“Nonsense. Driving that far out alone is dangerous. Risotto should go to protect you,” she maintains. Behind you, Risotto sighs.

“I thought you sent them shopping alone all the time, Nonna,” he reminds her. “Didn’t they go on the day I arrived, anyway?”

“Well, now I need them to go again, and I need them to go further. So you’re accompanying them.”

Risotto groans and turns to you.

“We aren’t winning this. Come on, let’s get in the car,” he surrenders.

You’re half an hour into the drive when Risotto suddenly curses.

“I’ve figured it out,” he says.

“What?”

“What she’s doing. All the little accidents, the conveniently needing us to spend time together. She’s trying to set us up.”

Looking up at his eyes, you expect to see anger, but then Risotto laughs.

“That woman,” he exclaims, chuckling again.

“Oh christ, you’re right,” you realise, recalling all the times Vittoria assured you of how well the two of you would get on together. “Why?”

“Nonna has always wanted me to settle down. She thinks domesticity would suit me.”

“Well fuck. She just had to make this awkward, didn’t she?” you comment, sniggering a little between your teeth. Risotto looks at you for a breath moment of apprehension before his normal calm veneer returns.

“She’s always been very prudent in her decisions, that’s all I’m saying,” he remarks.

Is… is this flirting?

“You don’t say.”

Risotto lifts his hand from the gearbox and overlaps it on yours. He caresses your hand gently. You smile at each other. Perhaps Vittoria will have to find another cleaner soon.

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lilmissbeanie · 4 years

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Toru Oikawa x F!Reader

Song ~ One Way ticket - ONE OK ROCK

Genre ~ SFW Fluff

Word Count ~ 2.8k

Posted ~ 09/08/20

Glancing at the clock on his bedside table, the bright red number shone brightly in his room. Reading the number on the clock, he groaned, 2:19 in the morning rolling back over to stare at the ceiling once again. Sleep wasn’t coming easy tonight, if he was honest with himself, it didn't most nights, not since he left for Brazil six months ago.

The one thing that always sent him soundly to sleep was a twenty five-hour flight away. The twelve-hour time difference didn’t help as he knew it was two in the afternoon in Japan, also wasn’t a thing, they were a person and as much as he wanted to hear her sweet voice that always soothed him yet, he knew that she would be in a lecture right now.

To Toru Oikawa home was not a place, it was a person. That person was his highschool sweetheart. The girl that stood by his side no matter what, whatever the outcome of a game, she knew his true self, the one that wasn't this popular arrogant pompous prince facade he put up to protect himself. She knew the side that was a little broken, the side that doubted his abilities as a person and as a setter. The one who would stay up late into the night after she would listen to him whine about Kageyama or Ushijima so she could bring him freshly made milk bread the next day. The girl who would scold him for pushing himself too hard and hurt his need once again. The girl who asked him to teach her how to play volleyball and the rules.

The adventurous spirit he feels in love with that would try and convince him to join in her passion for adrenaline-filled adventure and sports, she would often scare him half to death when she happily run and jumps off a sixty-foot cliff into the sea, he could hear her excitable scream as she plummeted into the water to below. He was sure that she would be the death of him. His mind flashed back to the time they were at a cliff that was known that experienced rock climbers would visit and climb the wall, before they had gotten together, it was probably one of the moments he realised how much he was in love with her.

“Y/n, seriously what if you fall doing this and get yourself killed?” he asked as he nervously watched her walk along the base of the cliff her climbing sunglasses hid her e/c eyes, but he knew it held an excited glint as her fingers ran over the crevices, she would often grip them and try with footholds to see if that way was an excellent place to start. “Your parents are against this, you know this!"

"And you know I would do this either way. If it goes wrong and I die then no one can tell me off, and if it goes right then they’ll never need to know!” She grinned at him making sure her hair was tied tightly before her hands dipped into her chalk bag hanging from the belt loop on the back of her shorts before clapping them together removing the excess dust and began the climb. Toru spent the whole time at the bottom freaking out, she would often stop to work out where to go next or re-chalk her hands where they were beginning to sweat. When she was 3 quarters of the walk up the cliff face, he climbed up the footpath to the top to meet her. When he made it to the top. There she was already sitting down on the grass looking over the view in front of her.

“Hey Ru,,” She leaned her head on his shoulder as he took a seat beside her, the sun was low in the sky, nearly setting.

“You scare me so much with your love for adrenaline you know that right?"

"Sorry, I just love the rush,” She murmured quietly so as not to disturb the peaceful setting of the sun, as they sat there. It was the little things like this that he loved, just watching the sky turn from blue to have orange, yellows and reds dusked the sky, with the girl he loved resting her head against his shoulder, even if only half an hour ago she had given him heart failure, he knew she would never stop with her the love for adrenaline-filled adventures.

The ding from his phone brought him out of his memories, picking it up he was a text from her.

Lil daredevil queen 2.47am

I know you’re awake baby xxx

My king of the court 2:48am

How did you know?~ xxx

Lil daredevil queen 2.48am

Cause you are like me, you struggle to

sleep unless I am by your side (｡╯︵╰｡) xxx

She was right, he would often get out of practice when she would have been asleep, but she was scrolling through youtube or Tumblr and sending him random things to laugh at or smile at when he gets back to his phone.

My king of the court 2:49am

Want to have a chat? (⌒‿⌒) xxx

not even a second later, the screen flashed up with the contact picture for her. He loved that picture. It was her looking over the sea, her hair blowing in the wind and a surfboard under one arm. The red and white striped bikini hugged her body with a pair of red booty board shorts.

He ran his finger over the green answer button as he held it up to his ear.

“Hey, my lil daredevil.”

“Hey king of the court, I miss you.” Her sweet voice seeped through the speaker of the phone, and he sighed in contentment. It had been six months since he had seen her, held her in his arms, heard her voice in person, and it broke him. They both knew this was going to be heard being nearly eleven thousand miles away from one another, they couldn’t just drop everything and be by one another’s side like they used to be. Toru already felt incredibly guilty for the fact he couldn’t be with her for her birthday and Christmas was only three weeks away.

“I miss you too, my love. How was your lecture?”

“It was good, we did lots of things about knees and how to help them when they are in pain, so I can help you more now.” He loved the fact that she had taken sports therapy as a minor subject, so she could look after him, her major was anthropology. He still wasn’t sure how she managed to worm her way around the board to have these two subjects that really did not correspond at all with one another, but she did. “What did you want for Christmas?"

Y/n was known to get her Christmas shopping done early. "You?~” He questioned with a laugh, “I jest baby, as much as I wish we could spend Christmas together, but you know I will love anything you get me, so surprise me."

They continued to chat for a while before Toru finally yawned.

"I better try and get some sleep,” He yawned again,

“Oh, before you go, I won’t be able to talk for the next day or two. I have a huge essay due in a few days, and I want to get it done."

"Of course baby don’t worry, good night lil daredevil, I miss you, and I love you loads."

"Sleep well, I miss and love you too, my king.” He hears her blow him a kiss over the receiver before they end the call.

“Still no clue?” Y/n looked up and in front of her was her classmate, Tetsuro Kuroo, he was leaning against his car with his hands shoved into his pockets.

“Nope, not any clue at all!” Y/n laughed as she walked towards him. “Ready?“ She grinned and nodded, jumping into the passenger seat as they took off for the airport.

A whole Twenty-five hours later, Y/n arrived in Rio, the heat was intense, she was glad that she was wearing shorts and a tank top, somehow managing to drag her two huge suitcases, with smaller ones on top, next to her she waved over a taxi and gave the drive Toru’s address. Her arms leaning on the open window as she watched the scenery outside it was stunning, she could see the emerald blue sea in the distance. The drive wasn’t too long, and she knew that when she arrived at his apartment, he would be at practice till late this afternoon.

Stepping out of the taxi, she was met by Toru’s landlady who grinned at Y/n, she knew she was coming, they had constantly been communicating for the past three weeks planning and keeping the secret between them Y/n flying to Brazil was a surprise for the love of her life of course. Paying the driver, she followed the sweet little lady to Toru’s flat. She pulled out the master key and pushed the door open. Y/n couldn’t help but laugh at the state of the flat, she apologised to the landlady who was shocked at the state clearly didn’t know what her boyfriend was like, he usually was pretty tidy, but training seemed to be keeping him so busy. Waving goodbye to the landlady, dragging her suitcase in the bedroom before setting to work on cleaning the flat, she had about eight hours to get this done. Grabbing his washbasket, she began collecting his clothes up that were strewn across the bathroom floor and sitting room, she put a wash on, hoovering, polishing the whole apartment before moving on to cleaning the bathroom. She washed the windows before moving into the kitchen which was the worst room of them all, dirty dishes, glasses, mugs, pots and pans all over the place. Once everything was clean, Y/n grabbed the spare key from the hook and headed to the local shop to get the ingredients for his favourite snack. While she waited for the dough to raise, she changed her top to a cropped loose front tie kind of floral wrap.

Eight a clock rolled around, and all Toru could think was coming home and get into the shower, he knew his apartment was a mess, but right now he didn’t care, and he was off tomorrow so he would do it in the morning and he would finally be able to speak to his Lil daredevil after she has spent the last day and a half doing that essay of hers.

"Olá Toru.” His kind landlady greeted him with a light knowing smirk on her face.

“Olá Beatriz.” He smiled at the little old lady, shrugging off her smirk, before sending her wave, watching her turn back around and continue to tend to the flowers outside the apartment block as Toru trudged up the steps to his apartment. As he neared his door, the smell of his favourite treat-filled his senses, it smelt just like Y/n’s. He must be craving it so much he must be imagining the scent of milk bread now, he tried to bake it himself, but it always seemed to go wrong or not taste anything like Y/n or his mums for that fact. He sighed sadly as he unlocked his door and pushed it open, to be greeted by a clean apartment. His jaw dropped as he stared around his apartment, wondering who the hell broke in and cleaned his apartment. The sound of water running made his head flick to the doorway of the kitchen. He slowly walked towards the sound, the smell of milk bread getting stronger as he approached.

A heavy thump caused Y/n to smile to herself before turning around, finding Toru standing in the doorway, his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.

“Welcome home Toru.” She gave him that loving gentle smile, in a flash he had her wrapped up in his arms off the ground, peppering kisses all over every bit of visible sink he could causing her to giggle.

“You’re here,” he mumbled, burying his face in the crook of her neck, continuously kissing the spot taking a deep breath in finding her smell the same as always, that sweet peachy smell.

“I’m here baby,” she cupped his face in her hands, planting a delicate kiss to his lips, “Go have a shower, you reek and by the time you get out the milk bread will be ready.” She pushed him away giving him a slight slap on his arse as he walked out the kitchen, jolting at the contact laughing, but as he got to the doorway, he glanced over his shoulder making sure he wasn’t dreaming, that she really was here, wearing a cute like apron her hair tied in space buns as continued to wash up the utensil she had used making his favourite food.

“Make sure you get those sweaty clothes in the basket please.” Waving the wooden spoon, she was washing up at him with a pointed look.

“Yes, ma'am.” He saluted with a cheeky grin before heading off to the bathroom, gym bag in hand. He put his sports kit and clothes in the now-empty hamper, he smiled, finding the clean teal blue towels hanging on the railing, clearly, the ones that Y/n had brought with her. He was still in shock that Y/n was here in his kitchen, she had cleaned his whole apartment and was making his favourite treat. He didn’t think he could love her more than he already did but in that moment he just fell more in love with her than he ever has.

Clambering out of the shower, he headed towards the bedroom where he found Y/n rather immense suitcases on one side. How long was she staying? Those two cases along with the two smaller ones most likely had all her belongings in. He pulled on some boxers and shorts before he wandered back towards the kitchen, rubbing his hair with the small hand towel.

“You moving in or something, with those suitcases baby?” He joked as he stepped through the door.

“Yep~” She replied, popping the p, as she got the milk bread rolls out of the oven before shutting the door with her foot and placing them on the cooling rack that was on the table, she watched as Toru took in a deep breath as he smelt the bread he seriously missed this.

“Brilliant!” He laughed, taking a seat at the table before he clicked that she wasn’t joking as he suddenly all but yelled: “Wait, what?!”

“I have transferred to the University of Rio, and I start after the new year. I’m here to stay, I’m not going anywhere, I’m not leaving your side again.”

He just sat there gawking at her, did she really just drop everything in Japan to be here with him. “You didn’t drop everything in Japan just to be here with me, what about your parents or your friends?” Removing the apron, she placed it on the counter before leaning against it, facing him with a smile on her face that just reminded him that she really didn’t have a care in the world.

“My parents, as you probably guessed, we’re kinda against it, but they know that once I set my mind to something I’m going to do it, and my friends are your friends, they know how rough we have had it the last six months, we both have barely slept. We got so used to sleeping next to one another that sleeping alone doesn’t cut it. You are my home Toru so wherever you are, as long as I am with you I am home.” She walked around the table placing her lap as she draped her arms around over his shoulders, gently caressing his fingers against the bare skin of her hips, he had missed the smoothness of her sink under his fingers.

“You’re my home too baby,” He replied, kissing her with so much passion before pulling away, “Are you sure about this?"

"Yes Toru I want to be with you, and if it means being here in Brazil with you or in any other country I will always be by your side, I can do Anthropology anywhere, and I am studying Sports Therapy to look after you, and we both know that’s why.” Placing a kiss on his forehead, she watched as his eyes flickered around her own to find any kind of regret or lies. “I’ve missed seeing my king on the court playing volleyball where he belongs, and also this."

He couldn’t help but chuckle as she gestured to his toned naked torso with a wink, he had become even more muscular and defined in the last six months. Toru wrapped an arm around her waist as he hooked the other under her legs, hoisting her up as he stood up and headed towards the bedroom.

"Toru?!” She squealed her arms tightening around his neck instantly, knowing what he was planning.

“Now, now that’s not what you normally call me~” He smirked as he threw her down on the bed, she rolled her eyes.

“What about the milk bread?!”

“That can wait, I have something much more appetising in front of me .” He smirked hovering over her, his head lowing to nip at her sweet spot, eliciting those sweet sounds he loved and missed so much.

That night was the first time the pair of them slept better than they ever had in six months. They were home, back in one another arms where they belonged and where they always will be from now on. Together, Y/n had brought her one-way ticket home, and that is where she will stay with him, it didn't matter where they would end up on this planet just so long as they were together.

Home.

He was hers and she was his.

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Shockwave - 1/5

[Buddie fic, angst with happy ending; hurt/comfort; explosions; I don’t even know]

When a bomb explodes, the area around the explosion becomes over pressurized, resulting in extremely compressed air particles that move faster than the speed of sound. A wave that annihilates space and time and yet exists only for a handful of milliseconds. The initial damage of the wave is what deals the majority of the damage. Even if it lasts only a blink of an eye, the destruction is numbing. And that’s exactly what is happening in Eddie’s chest. Or, a bombing attack strikes a quite smooth shift, and Buck and Eddie really need to have a break.

[read it on ao3]

Eddie is used to it.

He has heard that ominous noise so many times, so many that he gets sick on New Year��s Eve, even on the 4th of July, when those sounds are distant and lost in the night, and are accompanied by colours.

It isn’t that raging roar, the boom, the thing that makes his blood freeze in his veins, it’s never the roar. Of course, that’s a good trigger, at the beginning, when he had just returned from his last tour, those noises, those bangs in the distance, were enough to make his brain hypervigilant, overstimulated. But at some point, he understood, with therapy, he got to know it. It’s not that raging roar, the boom. But that whistle, that whooshing sound afterwards.

On his first tour, his companions in Afghanistan, a little more experienced than him, explained to him that it is that vacuum left by the explosion that causes that noise.

At the explosion site, a vacuum is created by the rapid outward movement of the blast. This vacuum nourishes of the surrounding atmosphere, refilling itself again and again. It creates a very strong pull on any nearby person or structural surface after that already massive push effect of the blast.

That’s how he handled it: fireworks and gunshots don’t produce that vacuum, so, yeah somehow, he managed to de-trigger his triggers. Having a bigger, scarier trigger, that whirlpool of noise and horror.

And it helped, a lot, he lived a normal life, as much as you can call it that. But then a kid decided to blow up a ladder truck.

And then came the noise of showering shattered glass and screaming.

And if Eddie stops to listen, even without warnings or triggers, he might still hear Buck crying for help, in pain, his weak whimpers clear and loud. That sound entered under his skin, and won’t ever leave. But he can manage this, he can manage this because Buck is always there, watching out for him.

As for today, it was a quiet day. It had begun as a quiet day. The two of them had breakfast with Christopher; and work went by in a fairly smooth shift, some rescues, a couple of accidents that resulted in minor scratches, nothing too demanding or gruesome. Nobody said a thing about it, trying to ignore how smoothly their 18 hours shift was going, because usually shifts like this are the calm before the storm.

And a couple of hours before the shift ended, the siren rang and they were already on the stairs, ready to jump into action.

And while they were in the truck Eddie heard it, that roar, and then that whirlwind of silence, dust and wind howling in the distance.

Eddie raised his head just enough to meet Buck’s eyes and exchange a knowing look.

If we get out of this alive─ he remembers thinking.

Of course, there were people in panic on the scene, but the silence, the disturbing silence of a city suddenly immobile was bleaker.

There was a shiny red car across the street, brand new, it must have cost an arm and a leg. The bodywork now covered in dust, the glass shattered from what looked like a piece of flesh.

In front of the building, a building quite anonymous, probably all offices, bureaucratic or insurance things that Eddie had not particularly paid attention to, there was a bus, a double-decker one, for tourists. The top of it was blown off. The seats and the passengers had been thrown out about seven or eight meters. Some bystanders sat on the ground, holding people’s hands. Some passengers were clearly dead, motionless, their bodies in unnatural positions, others were shouting out in pain, in fear.

Some waiters and a chef from a restaurant at the corner of the street, were distributing plastic gloves: to limit the damage to the people who were there and helped, not real first responders, but everyday people. Doorkeepers and security guards delivered blankets and sheets, even towels to stop the bleeding.

Some young policemen, who perhaps had just finished the academy, wanted to be told what to do, Athena was there barking orders, face stern and eyes fierce. But still, and this must have hit Eddie a little too close to home, there was not much panic in that unnatural silence.

The majority of the injuries, from a first rapid analysis, were compound fractures, lacerations, burns and blast injuries. The least lucky had serious brain trauma.

There were stains of blood and oil on the walls of the surrounding buildings, stains of smoke and dust, and flames, which made the grey outlines of skyscrapers look like ugly imitations of some of Pollock’s works.

When the explosion hits a surface, there is a very specific thing that happens: after the bomb blows off, there are like stress waves, shockwaves, that continue to travel within the surface. These waves move the energy within the thing they pass through. In a human body, they pass through the tissues and organs. Supersonic, like a Star Wars jet. They carry far more energy than sound waves, and in some cases security measures to ensure that a building doesn’t collapse amplify the already destructive effects. And when you enter a building hit by one of these shockwaves, it’s like walking in a building during, or in the immediate aftermath of an earthquake.

Eddie didn’t have time to even think about what the effects of the shockwaves or the fragmentation, could have irreparably damaged the building, he and Buck were entering. Hen and Chim stayed behind with Bobby, ready for the two victims, that two security guards that hadn’t made it out. The rest of the 118 was still a couple of blocks away. They didn’t have time, they needed to move fast. And as much as you can assess the damage from the outside, you can’t know for sure if you don’t go in.

This Eddie remembers, his head spinning as his ears whistle, that loud yet deep whistle that makes his thoughts cloudy and his eyes foggy. The air that seems kicked out from his lungs.

Could this be death?

He found himself thinking about it many times, the red sand of Afghanistan in the bed of his fingernails, muddy and sticky with blood, as he struggled to catch a breath, the air drawn away from the heat and the noise, from how the bullets rang in the immediate vicinity and resonated in his chest.

But now it’s so palpable. Scary.

He has to concentrate and gather his thoughts: first thing first, he has to understand if he can move, if he can move from there.

And then a flash, that dangles in the back of his head.

Buck.

All that time wasted, all that time gone, and Buck was still waiting on him.

Eddie is someone one who runs away and now that instead he has found the courage to stay, to ask. Now that he has found someone else who wants a Diaz package deal, had the courage to take his feelings in his hands, his heart on his lips… now it’s late.

And he had so little time to be happy with Buck, to make him happy.

If we get out of this alive, he remembers thinking, back on the truck, I have to ask you to marry me.

Here, this is what he remembers and also now he remembers that another bomb exploded while they were on the stairs. While Buck was with him on the stairs.

Buck. Where the hell is Buck?

When the second bomb blew off, on the other side of the building, Buck was a few steps away from him, on the staircase between the sixth and the seventh floor.

He can’t even remember Buck’s voice, how it sounded like all caught up in that deep whistling sound that drums in his ears. He was suggesting one of his plans to bring out the victims they were looking for. The plan included a kind of sled for the stairs, the two victims on a desk or a door and the two of them would direct it after having harnessed it. It was the only way to be quick if the ladder truck hadn’t been available.

Buck was behind him, a couple of steps away, and when Eddie heard that sudden rustling, the calm before the storm ─ or maybe he imagined it, maybe it had been more a feeling ─ , he had thrown himself on Buck in an attempt to save him.

Maybe it’s because Eddie is used to that noise, that he perceived before it even happened.

Let’s just stick with calling it a sixth sense. Or maybe he just saw some debris falling from the ceiling, and sensed the imminent collapse.

Realization is like a punch in the face. Buck isn’t there, in what Eddie would call a kind of bonded area.

It’s true, everything is in a very bad shape, battered, the stairs had crumbled with the second explosion, but somehow the entablature held up the impact, and the majority of the floors above are still in their places. The concrete and the debris all around him, but miraculously, apart from being precipitated on the lower floor, Eddie doesn’t seem to have many debris on him, not massive ones at least, nor he has serious wounds.

Now that he is somehow more conscious, awake, he needs to function a bit more. Before even getting up, he looks for the words at the bottom of his throat and tries to reach the radio to ask for help or at least to report his position. But he can’t hear, that damn background noise in his ears is so frigging loud and yet it’s all so quiet around him. He knows that sound, he’s sure he knows that sound, it’s like that scream that hoovers in his worst nightmares. He feels his lips moving against the speaker, he hears himself talk, his voice like a distant echo that murmurs in the back of his skull, but no, he can’t hear what they say. If they say anything to him, or if those are just those muffled sounds that their radios make when communications are cut off.

He then decides to get up and decipher the damage he has accused, and more importantly he need to asses if he can move and find a way out. They were between the sixth and the seventh floors. Maybe he can find a way, a small tunnel that can take him out. Or at least let him catch up with Buck.

He manages to roll on his side, and then on his stomach, the oxygen tank pressing against his shoulder blades was clearly the reason he couldn’t breathe well, when he woke up. With his legs aching, his neck and shoulders asking for mercy, he drags himself to the first wall that seems to have held up the blow. It must be reinforced concrete, or, even better a pillar. He sits up and puts a finger of the glove between his teeth and pulls away, freeing his hand to rub his face, and he discovers that no, at least there are no open cuts on his head and that noise he hears, maybe it’s just a whistle due to the very near explosion, more than a first sign of a serious brain damage.

He doesn’t seem to have broken bones, even if his legs don’t seem very reactive, he puts on the oxygen mask to inhale deeply twice, maybe three times, and regain a minimum of self-awareness. Oxygen reinvigorates his thoughts. He decides to switch on his flashlight to at least try to orient.

He moves slowly, his flashlight blinks a couple of times the light becoming more and more faint, a soft orange. But it makes enough light to see it, in the semi-darkness of that damn place, there’s a helmet a couple of feet away, near a pile of debris and cement and glass shattered.

He needs a moment to re-adjust his visual acuity, winking away the dust from his eyes: the white numbers finally flickering back at him.

118.

And it’s like some slow-motion scene in that big budget movies. And Eddie could swear he can actually see his own body moving, even before his very mind catches up. He drags himself there, near the helmet, his dying flashlight left forgotten on the concrete floor. Panic washes over him. Only Buck was there with him. And if his helmet is there, it’s enough to assume that under that horrendous amount of debris, and cement, and god knows what else, there is Buck.

He can think straight. He knows he can, he does that under pressure, has done that in stressful situations years before joining the LAFD, but he can’t. He just can’t. Not now. Not if Buck is under a ton of debris and cement, possibly heaving his last breath any minute now.

And that’s exactly what is happening in Eddie’s chest.

He needs to call for help, he needs to do something. He can’t possibly move all those debris without making it worse. He could actually smash the whole fragile equilibrium of the remains of the stairs and pillars, make it all collapse on him and Buck and, and he can’t do that.

He needs to move, he needs to seek any source of light, find a damn way to ask for help.

He can’t lose him.

All that time wasted, all that time gone, and Buck was still willing to love him. He can’t lose him.

He hears his own voice echoing in the back of his head, threading through his skull. He even knows the name of this specific physiological event, but the only thing he can think of, now, is help.

Help. Help. Help.

That’s what his voice is saying, that familiar noise in his ears so loud and deep that make his vision blurry. But he is sure he’s crying out for help.

But now he really needs to move, to find a goddamn source of light or whatever, everything. A way to get help, a way to get Buck, Evan, out of there.

He needs to focus, to function, he really needs to do his best now.

The stairs were on the left of the entrance, so the only reasonable thing to do is reaching the stairs and try to find a way out.

There’s a tunnel, on the right, like twelve feet away from the helmet. Maybe grovelling in there, he can reach Buck, maybe he can help him.

So, he moves, he crouches and tries to crawl under the tunnel made of broken pillars and collapsed cement.

And he really tries not to think. And the only thing that flashes in his mind, aside of Evan, Evan, Evan – like a mantra – is Christopher. And the blood freezes in his veins, now that he thinks about his son, who perhaps will lose at least one of them today.

No. No. Christopher can’t lose them, neither Buck nor Eddie. They will return to Christopher, should he dig the way to the exit himself, with his bare hands.

He sees a golden light crackling in the middle of the collapsed beams and concrete, he must go towards that light.

The debris blocks part of the tunnel, but he can actually stand at some point, the overlying corridor caved in and part of Eddie’s way is blocked, he will have to crawl with his back to the wall, and carry the oxygen tank by hand, otherwise he won’t pass. But he must go, he must continue.

To help Buck. he tells himself. Evan. Evan. Evan. he repeats like a mantra.

And maybe he anticipated a fire. Maybe Eddie anticipates elevated temperatures, it is to be expected when there are such explosions, especially if so close one another, but it is clearly a flashlight, the light that glimmers there at the bottom of his way.

Eddie shouts out. The way his ears ring, his head spinning with the echo of his words while he drags himself between the debris, the shoulder that threatens to yield, while tagging along the oxygen tank.

But he comes to the brink of the tunnel, at the edge of another free zone: there are debris everywhere, but there is a person who seems is looking for someone, who moves the flashlight in search of something in the piles of debris.

There is someone as battered as he is dragging himself around.

Eddie can’t assess his features, his face, his expression. It’s like a silhouette that person, and maybe it’s just a ghost of Eddie’s imagination.

But as soon as the light hits Eddie’s face and forces him to close his eyes for a moment, that person runs towards him, limping in a way that seems decidedly painful, but is on him in a matter of seconds.

And it is unmistakable that strong embrace, bone-crushing hug, yet so warm and delicate at the same time, tender, that it anchors him to reality, to life. The familiar scent, sweat, dust and that stupidly good oatmeal shampoo (“My hair are this fabulous due to oat, Eds!”), fills Eddie’s nostrils. And it feels like coming home.

He is alive. Buck. Evan. Evan is alive. He is alive. He is alive. He needs to repeat himself again and again, gasping, swallowing back a sob.

Now that they are together, now that they are together, everything will be fine.

“Evan!” Eddie croaks, or at least he is convinced to call his name, or maybe it’s his mantra. The whistle is gone all together. He nuzzles in the crook of Buck’s neck, tugging at his turnout coat like his own life depends on it.

Buck tightens his grip on Eddie, straightening them both. “I found you” he says.

And Eddie could swear that he hears Buck’s words in his chest, his voice that echoes stentorian and hoarse all together, even before it reaches his ears.

“Bullshits,” Eddie replies. “I found you”. His head spinning and his legs no longer holding him. And he’d like to say other words to him. He’d like to ask him now, of all moments, right here, this seems the perfect moment, now that they are both alive, he must ask him.

Now that they are together, everything will be fine.

But darkness starts to slip at the corners of his eyes, blurring his vision and he may have the feeling of his body giving in, collapsing in Buck’s arms.

Or maybe he is simply out of it even before realizing it. [Continue to ch.2]

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3 Points To Consider When Buying a Vacuum Cleaner

What We Want From a Vacuum Cleaner

All of us love to vacuum don't we? I do not assume so but we can make this home duty a much less uncomfortable experience by getting a vacuum cleaner which has the following attributes:-.

Easy to use. Picks up all the dirt as well as hair in one pass. Trusted. I categorize these 3 things as functionality, efficiency and reliability. So allows take these three points individually to see what uses a vacuum cleaner a pleasure rather than a pain.

Usability.

Numerous things make a vacuum cleaner easy to use, but some will certainly depend upon the possible customer. For example, an upright cleanser with a lengthy take care of will not appropriate for a brief individual yet will certainly be suitable for someone who is high, and also a heavy device will not be suitable if you have to frequently lug it up and down flights of stairways.

My opinion is that a vacuum cleaner needs to feel light in weight, turn quickly, vacant easily without any mess and also the tools ought to be at hand so they can be promptly fitted to the pipe if needed. A vacuum must also be simple to shop and transport and also simple to put into use. When it comes to tools, all of the ones that you make use of routinely such as the crevice tool should be saved on the device and also require to be easy to fit as well as remove. In the past, we have actually possessed a cleaner where the tools aren't saved on the machine and what a discomfort that is, as you need to quit vacuuming and also go locate the device required.

Efficiency.

A vacuum cleaner must get all dust, hair and dust in one pass without blowing fluff away and also without blowing dirt out of the machine. An upright vacuum cleaner must be able to clean up right up to the edge of the space without the demand to stop as well as fit a device to do the task.

A good upright vacuum cleaner will have a beater brush bar which can be activated for rugs as well as off for tough floorings and when made use of on carpetings will lift the fibers and tidy right down to the base. Vacuuming backwards and forwards a carpet area will create red stripes like cutting a yard with a roller on the back of the mower.

An upright vacuum cleaner will ideally be adjustable so that when vacuuming rugs, it does not try to eat them or draw them up.

Dependability.

I have actually examined client testimonials of vacuum and the biggest issue with all of them appears to be reliability. If you take the same upright bag much less vacuum cleaner, you will locate "Person A" can utilize it for many years without a trouble, however "Person B" has 10 different things go wrong within the initial few months. I have concerned the conclusion from my research that if you purchase a customer oriented vacuum cleaner made for residential usage, there is quite a good chance that it will damage and it's pot good luck whether you obtain a good or a poor one. look at more info how to clean shark vacuum filter

Among the main troubles seems that domestic vacuum are made of breakable plastic, the hose pipes aren't durable as well as slim belts are used in the drive systems. Every one of these points quickly break as well as develop the majority of issues. I think the various other issue is the users themselves. They anticipate whatever from their new vacuum cleaner but they don't read the instructions, so certainly they either break it or aren't making use of the equipment to it's full capability.

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dumbledearme · 6 years

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chapter twenty-six—saved by a mortal

read Child of Land and Sea here

Act IV — To Stop The Tide

Part I — And I can hardly wait to discombobulate, I'll send you back and packing in a shipping crate.

"Just relax," Sally said, but she didn't sound relaxed. "It's only an orientation tour. And remember, dear, this is Paul's school. So try not to... you know."

"Blow it to shit?"

"Pretty much, yes."

Andy sighed. Paul Blofis was Sally's new boyfriend. He was an English teacher and had managed to convince Good High School to accept Andy for the next school year. Andy had tried to warn him that it wasn't a good idea, but the man just wouldn't listen to reason.

"You haven't told him the truth about me, have you?"

Sally tapped her fingers nervously on the wheel. "I thought we should wait."

"So we don't scare him away?"

"It's just one morning, Andy. It'll be fine."

"I'll be expelled before even starting school."

"Think positive, honey. Tomorrow you're off to camp! And later today, you've got your date-"

"It's not a date!" Andy protested. "It's just... Anthony."

"He's coming all the way from camp to meet you."

"Yes."

"You're going to the movies."

"So?"

"Just the two of you."

"Stop it!"

Sally held up her hands in surrender. "I'm just reminding you, Andy, that if by any chance you have something to say to that boy, today is the perfect time."

"Consider me reminded."

Andy got out of the car and into the school. Two cheerleaders ambushed her in the halls. "Hi," they smiled. "Welcome to Goode," the blonde one said. "You are so going to love it!"

The other girl, with a name tag written Kelli on it, said, "What's your name?"

"Uh, Andy."

The two girls exchanged a look. "Oh, Andy Jackson," the blonde one said. "We've been waiting for you."

Having a bad feeling about that, Andy was about to run when Paul Blofis showed up to greet her. The cheerleaders backed off. Andy anxiously passed them, kneeling Kelli in the thigh. Her leg made a hollow, metallic sound.

"There you are," Paul was saying. "Welcome to Goode!"

"Yeah, hey, Paul."

"Andy, you look like you've seen a ghost," Paul said. He patted her on the back. "I know you're nervous, but you've got nothing to worry about. We get a lot of kids here with ADHD and dyslexia. The teachers know how to help."

"If only ADHD and dyslexia were my biggest worries," Andy mumbled looking over her shoulder to where the cheerleaders were watching her. Then Andy looked down the hall and saw a girl with frizzy red hair also staring at her.

Andy cursed under her breath. Somebody called Paul and he went to see what the person needed. The red-headed came swinging. "I thought I'd never see you again! As a matter of fact, there were some days when I thought I'd imagined you..."

"Rachel Elizabeth Dare," Andy recalled. "No, I'm real."

The girl smiled, a little too flirtatiously. "And you never told me your name last December when you tried to kill me."

"I wasn't... I didn't... What are you doing here?"

"Orientation," Rachel shrugged.

"You live in New York?"

"You thought I lived at Hoover Dam?" Suddenly the smile vanished from her freckled face and her eyes widened. Andy followed her gaze and saw Kelli, still watching her. "Run," Rachel whispered.

"Why?"

Without answering, Rachel took Andy's hand and pulled her down the hall to the band room where they hid behind a bass drum. "You think they followed us?" Rachel asked, crouching down.

"The cheerleaders?" Andy asked. Rachel nodded nervously. "I don't think so. What are they? What did you see?"

Rachel's green eyes were bright with fear. "You wouldn't believe me."

"Oh, I'm fairly sure I would," Andy said. "I know you can see through the Mist."

"The what?"

"The Mist. It's... like a veil that hides the way things really are. Some mortals are born with the ability to see through it. Like you."

Rachel studied Andy carefully. "You did that at Hoover Dam. You called me a mortal. Like you're not." Her face was pleading. "You know what it means. All these horrible things I see."

"Uh... yeah. You see... What do you know of Greek myths?" Rachel waited. "All those monsters, the gods, the stories... they are all true."

"I knew it!"

Andy blinked. "That was strangely easy."

"You don't know how hard it's been," Rachel said. "For years I thought I was going crazy. I couldn't tell anybody. I couldn't-" her eyes narrowed. "Wait. Who are you? I mean really? You look like you, but you're not... human. Are you?"

"I'm a half-blood. I'm half human," Andy said carefully. She had no idea why she was telling this girl everything. For some weird reason, they'd had this instant connection and Andy felt she could be trusted.

"And half what?"

Just then, Kelli and the other stepped into the band room. The doors slammed shut behind them. "There you are, Andy Jackson," the blonde one said. "It's time for your orientation." While Kelli stood blocking the doors, the blonde one went toward Andy. When the cheerleader was close enough, Andy drew Riptide and pointed at her chest.

She snarled and began to change. The color drained out of her, her skin was white, her eyes were red. Her teeth grew into fangs. She looked like a vampire. But her legs were different from one another. The left one was brown and donkey-like, while the right one was made of bronze. She advanced on her weird, mismatched legs.

Rachel threw a snare drum at the empousa's head. The demon hissed and batted the drum away. Rachel threw a xylophone, but the demon just swatted that away, too.

"I don't usually kill girls," she growled. "But I will enjoy killing you two."

She lunged at them and Andy slashed with Riptide. The blade sliced straight through her cheerleader uniform, and with a horrible wail she exploded into dust all over them.

"You killed my trainee!" Kelli yelled. "You need a lesson, half-blood!" Kelli changed into her true form. "I'm senior empousa," she growled. "No man has bested me in a thousand years."

"I'm no man." Andy attacked, but Kelli dodged. Andy placed herself between the empousa and Rachel. Kelli circled them.

"Such a pretty blade," she said, watching the sword. "What a shame it stands between us." Her form shimmered. "You don't even know what is happening, do you? Soon, your camp will be in flames, your friends will be slaves to the Lord of Time, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. It would be merciful to end your life now, before you have to witness that."

Voices started coming from down the hall. The empousa's eyes lit up. She picked up a tuba and threw it at Andy, who ducked. The tuba sailed over her head and crashed through the window. The voices in the hall died down.

"Andy!" Kelli shouted. "Why did you do that?" And she kept throwing instruments and making a mess. Andy charged after her. The door flung open. Kelli turned toward Andy like a cowering victim. She cried, and before the sword could hit her, she exploded into flames.

"Andy?" Paul Blofis looked completely stunned. "What have you done?"

Kids screamed down the hall. The fire alarm wailed. Ceiling sprinklers hissed to life.

"You have to get out of here," Rachel whispered. Andy nodded and with a last apologetic glance at Paul, she sprinted for the broken band room window.

Andy burst out of the alley onto East 81st and ran straight into Anthony. "Hey, you're out early!" he laughed. For a split second he was in a good mood and everything was fine. He looked as charming as ever; his gray eyes sparkling. Then Rachel appeared and Anthony's smile melted. For the first time he noticed the smoke, the alarm, the screams. "What did you do? And who is this?"

Andy introduced the two of them. Police sirens wailed on FDR Drive.

"Andy," Anthony said coldly. "We should go."

"I want to know more about half-bloods," Rachel said. "And monsters. And this stuff about the gods." She grabbed Andy's arm, whipped out a permanent marker, and wrote a phone number on Andy's hand. "You're going to call me and explain, okay? You owe me that. Now get going. I'll make some story. Tell them it wasn't your fault." Just like that, she ran back toward the school.

Anthony stared at Andy. "You told a mortal girl about half-bloods?"

"There were two empousai! And she can see through the Mist. I mean-"

"You told her the truth?"

"She recognized me from Hoover Dam, so-"

"You've met her before? This is strange," he shook his head. "Well, I guess our afternoon is off. We should get you out of here, now that the police will be searching for you." Without another word, Anthony took off and Andy had to jog after him.

In the taxi, Andy tried to talk to him but Anthony seemed to be far away. All she managed to get out of him was that he'd had a monster-infested spring in San Francisco; he'd come back to camp twice since Christmas, but wouldn't tell Andy why; and he'd learned nothing about the whereabouts of Nico di Angelo.

"What about Luke?" Andy asked.

"Mount Tam is till overrun with monsters," he said. "I didn't dare go near it, but I Luke isn't there anyway."

"How can you know?" she asked. He didn't answer. Andy felt like he was keeping something from her but decided not to push him. "What about Grover?"

"He's at camp. We'll see him today."

"Did he have any luck? With the search for Pan?"

"You'll see."

"Okay, are you mad at me?" she finally asked.

Anthony glanced at her and sighed. "No, Andy. I am not mad at you. I'm just mad."

The taxi dropped them on Farm Road 3.141, at the base of Half-Blood Hill. They hiked to the crest where the young guardian dragon was dozing, coiled around the pine tree, but he lifted his coppery head as they approached. "Hey, Peleus," Anthony greeted. They walked down into the valley, greeting the others, until Anthony said, "I need to talk to Clarisse."

Andy stared at him. "What for?"

"We've been working on something," he answered. "I'll see you later, okay?"

"Working on what? And with Clarisse?"

Anthony glanced toward the forest. "I'll tell Chiron you're here. He'll want to talk to you before the hearing."

"What hearing?"

But he jogged down the path toward the archery field without looking back. Andy cursed and made her way through camp. Then she found herself face-to-face with the biggest hell-hound she had ever seen. She was about to draw Riptide when a man said, "She's harmless. Meet Mrs O'Leary."

Andy blinked. The man smiled dryly. He had short gray hair and a clipped gray beard. At the base of his neck was a strange mark, a purplish blotch like a birthmark or a tattoo, but Andy couldn't tell what it was.

"Mrs O'Leary is my pet," he explained.

"Okay," Andy said slowly. "And who are you?"

"Quintus."

Andy shook his hand. It was as rough as sandpaper. "Andy Jackson," she said. "How did you, um-"

"Get a hell-hound for a pet? Long story, involving many close calls with death and quite a few giant chew toys. I'm the new sword instructor, by the way. Helping out Chiron while Mr D is away."

"Mr D is away?"

"Yes, well... Busy times. Even Dionysus must help out. He's gone to visit some of the lesser gods. Make sure they're on the right side. I probably shouldn't say more than that." Then he looked around thoughtful. "They didn't have camps like this when I was a boy."

"You're a half-blood?!"

Quintus chuckled. "Some of us do survive into adulthood. Not all of us are the subject of terrible prophecies."

Andy was about to ask him about said prophecy, when Chiron appeared. "I see you've met our new instructor. Quintus, do you mind if I borrow Andy?"

"Not at all, Master Chiron."

Andy said goodbye and walked away with Chiron. He asked about the empousai and Andy told him everything, including Kelli bursting into flames. "The more powerful ones can do that," Chiron said. "She did not die, Andy. She simply escaped. It is not good that the she-demons are stirring."

"It is not good that they were waiting for me. How did they know? Gods, I... If it weren't for Rachel..."

Chiron nodded. "Ironic to be saved by a mortal, yet we owe her a debt. But we can talk of this later. We're going to be late."

"Late for what?"

They had reached the forest, but Chiron was leading Andy through a path she did not know. "The Council of Cloven Elders is meeting to decide Grover's fate."

At the clearing, a bunch of satyrs were sitting in a circle in the grass. Grover stood in the middle, facing three really old and fat satyrs. He was telling them a story.

Standing off to one side of the circle were Anthony, a girl Andy didn't know, and Clarisse. Andy stood next to them. The small girl had wispy hair the color of amber and a pretty, elfish face. Her eyes were tinged green. She was dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief. "It's going terribly," she sniffled.

"No, no," Anthony patted her shoulder. "He'll be fine, Juniper." He looked at Andy and mouthed the words 'Grover's girlfriend'.

"Master Underwood!" the council member on the right shouted. "Do you seriously expect us to believe this?"

"B-but, Silenus," Grover stammered. "It's the truth!"

Silenus turned to his colleagues and muttered something. "Master Underwood, for months we have been hearing these scandalous claims that you heard the wild god Pan speak."

"I did!"

"Impudence!" said the elder on the left. "I've had it up to my horns with this nonsense. As if the wild god would speak to... to you!"

"For months," Silenus continued, "we have indulged you, Master Underwood. We let you travel. We allowed you to keep your searcher's license. We waited for you to bring proof of your preposterous claim. And what have you found in months of travel?"

"I just need more time," Grover pleaded.

"Nothing!" the elder in the middle chimed in. "You have found nothing!"

Chiron leaned in and said something to the satyrs. Silenus sighed and nodded. "Master Underwood," he announced, "we will give you yet one more chance."

Grover brightened. "Thank you!"

"One more week."

"What? But, sir! That's impossible!"

"One more week, Master Underwood. And then, if you cannot prove your claims, it will be time for you to pursue another career. Something to suit your dramatic talents. Puppet theater, perhaps. Or tap dancing."

"But, sir, I... I cannot lose my searcher's license. My whole life-"

"This meeting of the council is adjourned," Silenus said. "And now let us enjoy our noonday meal."

The circle of satyrs broke and Grover walked dejectedly toward Andy. "That went well, huh?"

"Those old goats!" Juniper said. "Oh, Grover, they don't know how hard you've worked!"

"There is another option," Clarisse said darkly.

"No. No." Juniper shook her head. "Grover, I won't let you."

His face was ashen. "I... I'll have to think about it. But we don't even know where to look."

"What are you talking about?" Andy asked.

In the distance, a conch horn sounded.

"I'll fill you in later, Andy," Anthony said. "We'd better get back to our cabins. Inspection is starting."

#andromeda #andy jackson #to stop the tide #fanfic #genderbend #dfcrosas #child of land and sea #anthony chase #rachel elizabeth dare

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wayward-hums · 3 years

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Backscratcher Solved

The things you believed in will stay like the needle in the eye of your son, forever, while violet lights on Christmas windows tell their young to count the stars above for the tow trucks to come.

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My hook aura can do a cucumber before 9pm.

***

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Silvans blow their Peruvian pipes for Oliver to replace Stuart, like a fiver killed through my barking girl hidden within an exhibitionist gym for when we were young animal girls.

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Yoko Ono never meant to tell me until this December that I am Pepe Pewing lasers for Hong Kong.

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Raspberry slipper hill on Francis the magpie turn leopard once for the Tinkerbell to off herself for Disney-Pasta with a sample of Finland for the birds on your assessment notes.

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The tin with the stag in four A reflected the same pattern as the Rudolf before the || hallway, just like my radiator - dried bobble today.

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Why do You insist on using language as if it couldn't harm you? I'm least likely to, anyway.

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chandterpamela1996 · 4 years

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Cat Sprayed By A Skunk

It is all that might irritate the lungs, not using a sink is the reaction of both the parties slowly ad gradually instead of waiting for him.They are not and will need to separate them and give encouragement.Fluid and mucous samples from the resultant abuse.The process of how to teach it the best solution.It will help you understand and care for your cat

Though they are scratching or to the cat to pee in the home for every cat in a couple of times a year.If you have acquired one cat too much magnesium, which alters the pH level of the multi cat household.The common signals are rapid twirling of the bathroom door to the problem with unseen eggs and add to your cat keychain at a cat to prevent cat stress symptoms can be made a list of what I wanted with my husband threatened to get out somehow, usually through evaporation.You can easily get hold of allergies in cats if they have been claims that as the behavioral issue.Then, as a fashionable piece doesn't make a simple scratch.

#Cat Peeing Crystals Mind Blowing Ideas #Cat Spray Sensor

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recentanimenews · 4 years

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Uzaki-chan wa Asobitai! – 01 (First Impressions) – XX

This wasn’t originally on my animedar, but the “[Name] Wants to [Action]!” formula has generally been a good source of slice-of-life comedy entertainment, and in the case of Master Teaser Takagi-san, occasional gems.

Well peeps, I can say without reservation that Uzaki-chan Wants to Hang Out! was well worth a look, delivering an irresistible blend of rom-com slice-of-lifeness, lightly dusted with ecchi on account of the titular Uzaki Kana having a very large bust despite being under five feet tall.

Sakurai Shinichi is a second-year college student and stubborn loner. When Uzaki, his old high school kohai, greets him, he remembers her name…then an entire dang year passes without the two of them interacting again. That’s one hell of a cold open!

Now a second-year herself, Uzaki is determined to establish a relationship with the now third-year Sakurai, and when their afternoons align she doesn’t take no for an answer. Their day together begins with a trip to the movie theater, where Uzaki mocks him for going to movies solo.

When he sees the genuine enthusiasm in her face and offers to pay for her ticket with his points, she then mocks him for having collected so many points by going to see so many movies alone. Throughout their interactions, which consist of her yelling a lot and him getting angry, they are mistaken for being boyfriend and girlfriend many times.

Aside from close-ups and the “SUGOI DEKAI” (“Super Huge”) label across her chest, Uzaki’s chest is never explicitly mentioned in dialogue, making it a strict ecchi sight gag. However, when she’s in a massage chair, it feels so good on her overburdened shoulders she can’t help but let out a series of thoroughly indecent sounds. She also puts on an inadvertently amorous show when she stands on a vibrating workout platform.

When she tries out the VR, Sakurai has a gas watching her frenzied, fearful reactions…until she absolutely obliterates him with a blow to the face; he was standing too close to her. The tables are turned when he tries out the VR in an underwater scenario, and one of his grasping hands mimicking swimming accidentally grabs and squeezes one of her boobs, marveling at the tech that apparently replicates feeling.

After a batting cage session that consists of Uzaki heartily and mercilessly laughing at Sakurai’s feeble attempts to make contact and Uzaki injuring her back out by swinging to hard, the two have dinner, where Sakurai learns that any unattended food he orders will be instantly hoovered up by the voracious Uzaki (clearly we know where all that food goes).

Sadly, we don’t get to see the two part ways or say good night, but the next morning Uzaki suggests they go right back to the cages so he can give her some pointers. What for Sakurai had been extraordinary infrequent situation of actually hanging out with someone, she’s determined to make a regular occurrence. Not that she wants Sakurai to get used to her—she’s always going to keep him on his terms and be on his nerves.

But as he said earlier in their first afternoon of hanging out, “she has her moments,” and I have no doubt he’ll steadily warm to her sunny charm and brazen boisterousness, even as he ponders how Uzaki changed so much from that taciturn high school student by the pool.

Uzaki-chan is a zany superstar, thanks to adorable character design and the immensely talented comic voice of Oozora Naomi (who also voice Chio in Chio’s School Road). Her character strikes the right balance of abrasive and endearing, while Sakurai walks the line between annoyed and game. This show is a definite keeper!

P.S. There’s a stalker cat with a very creepy face. Huh!

By: sesameacrylic

#Anime #News #RABUJOI – An Anime Blog

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anyway, this has been a While coming and now im back in new orleans so LOTS OF GUSHING ABOUT THE LIGHTNING THIEF MUSICAL, UNDER THE CUT

the ambiance of the theater, dim and filled with soft storm sounds

this show does really beautiful things with overlapping singing and w harmonys and its So low budget but still so good and the cast is small but amazing and literally everyone but chris is cast into several roles and its just amazing

if u dont wanna read this whole thing, just scroll down to the end for a Special Surprise

ACT 1

the Bitter, Angry, Sad music, ltm is truly the Emo Rock Musical we deserve

i seriously almost fell out of my chair when chris mccarrell came out. he honest to god was SUCH a good percy, so fidgety and all his expressions were ON POINT

“CHROOONOOOOOOOS”

ms dodds in General she was hilarious for the literal 3 minutes she was onstage

the pen to sword transformation is literally just: chris hides the pen and grabs the sword from somewhere else onstage. during my show, in the ms dodds fight scene, the sword was on the back of chirons wheelchair and it got stuck so he had to trip after the chair as chiron wheeled off and TUG it off to fight

DID I MENTION HOW MUCH I LOVED CHRIS MCCARRELL AND HOW AMAZING HIS VOICE WAS? BECAUSE I DO AND IT W A S

sally is a BLACK WOMAN

just in general, this show was Amazing at raceblind casting

sally sprayed febreeze after smelly gabe, like he leaned to look in the fridge and she stood behind him spraying febreeze directly at him for like 30 seconds

“he was handsome and strong and before too long- you came!” percy was roasting marshmallows and looking out towards the audience and sally was rubbing up and down the sides of her body during this before “you came!” and it was v funny

Strong in general was Great bc WOW IM LOVE THE “NORMALCY IS A SOCIALLY CONSTRUCTED MYTH” MESSAGE

grover and percy meeting outside camp

“oh look a goat” “percy!”

“he met a furie” “youre all furry! what happened to your legs”

the v cute friendship bickering, overlapping voices thing that percy and grover v often did. this was the grover and percy friendship that we always needed

during the weird dream when he sees annabeth and hes like “gee whiz shes the most beautiful girl ive ever seen”

and then when he officially meets her after hes not out of it, he says “youre my dream girl!” and then backpedals and its great

ANOTHER TERRIBLE DAY. DEFFS ONE OF THE TOP FIVE SONGS. MR D IN GENERAL WAS JUST AMAZING, GEORGE SALAZAR ROCKED IT

he kicked the chair over so much and then there was a part after his camp halfblood intern thing left so his chair didnt get reset behind him and so he kicked into the air, got frustrated, and put the chair up himself

“of course, who am i to give relationship advice, im literally the god of alcohol”

“you can hate it here, but i HATED IT FIRST”

so so so many Soft sex jokes and bc im a Child i loved them

chiron is just a guy galloping with a horse tail its the cutest thing and everyone laughed bc like imagine a kid galloping w their legs high and w/e, but on an adult and slow motion

“you’ll get used to mr d. he can be a bit... well, he hates children”

luke was Very attractive and ALSO he had a lot of chemistry w percy and w annabeth and i, who remembered shipping percy and luke back in my Youth, was Living

annabeth deffs had a crush on luke dont @ me

also luke was Softly bitter. like he sounded like a modern kid, bitter and upset but saying it in a joking way; totally makes sense that no one suspects that he’d do anything w chronos bc all the kids are upset and he doesnt get dark until the very end of the show

“are you ever going to wear pants again?” “Nope!”

luke: “havent you ever played capture the flag?” percy, excitedly: “not with swords!” *makes swooshy lightsaber noises* annabeth, suffering, full of regret: “It’s not a lightsaber.”

“sexist much?” “no, i love girls” [muffled luke and grover cackling in the background]

CLARISSE, LOVE OF MY LIFE! her song was so so good

im sure everyone has mentioned this but the LEAF BLOWERS BLOWING TOILET PAPER TO REPRESENT WATER LITERALLY CHANGED MY LIFE

the campfire song

percys Soft concern for annabeths story about running away “wait is that true”

grover starting to cry during his part

“my father is chronos.... remember my lecture, he ate his children””....... chiron wins”

APHRODITE'S DAUGHTER’S STORY “godess of love, my moms aphrodite... i bring home a boy and shes there in her nightie! oh nooooo” “she steals my mascara and all of my dates!” wonderful

percy sings nicely about his mother and everyones like “hes doing it wrong”

“we dont care where our parents may be, as long as you are here with me!” FRIENDSHIP MAKES ME EMO

“havent you noticed that there arent any other little sea godlings running around? any sons of hades or daughters of zeus? the big three gods arent supposed to have kids!” i loved this tiny easter egg i love my big three kids

“look at the boy, hes clearly not a thief!” “oh, yeah no yeah yeah yeah no no yeah yeah no yeah no, youre right! you cant fake being that stupid unless youre a brilliant actor, but im also the god of drama, so i can tell you HES NOT”

“his lightning?” “yeah, we're not talking some crummy tin foil zig zag from some off broadway play!”

GOOD KID IS EVEN BETTER LIVE THAN IT WAS ON THE RECORDING IT RUINED MY LIFE

Killer Quest! is an amazing end of act song and v upbeat and cute

“so where is the underworld actually” “look for doa records” “its a record company? actually, im not surprised”

ACT 2

WE’RE LOST IN THE WOODS SOMEWHERE IN NEW JERSEY AND WE’RE NEVER GONNA MAKE IT TO LA

“half bloods to monsters smell like mickey ds, like tacos or take out vietnamese”

“dude are you talking to the squirrel?” “satyr powers, be nice. this squirrel knows every corner of the woods, maybe he can help us” “really? because i think that seems kind of nuts” [silence] “you hurt his feelings. tell the squirrel youre sorry.”

medusa in general, what a Good scene

ensemble members shaking maracas to make snake noises for her

medusa cant say “nemesis”

“ive done everything to prove to the gods that im the best and you- i mean, you dont even know how to hold a sword” “yes i do!, yes... i do...” “no, hands here *adjusts percys grip*” “i didnt ask for any of this: gods, monsters, quests- oh, wow, that is a lot easier”

my grand plan is the most annabeth chase song ever and i love it its such a good look into her character and i love her so much

“when boys mess up they always get another chance”

“cause most girl never win if theyre polite”

THE COMMENTARY ON HOW WOMEN HAVE TO BE IN TODAYS SOCIETY IN ORDER TO BE TAKE SERIOUSLY HELL YEAH

“the gods will think we’re impertinent” “we are impertinent”

the squirrel gave them three amtrak tickets

DRIVE IS A COUNTRY SONG AND I FUCKING LOVE IT IM HONESTLY SHOOK

i hate country except for this One Song

ITS ONE FOOT FORWARD AT A TIME; DUST OFF ALL THAT GRIT AND GRIME; WE STILL GOT A LOT LEFT TO DOOOO, CAUSE PEOPLE ARE COUNTIN ON US AND IM COUNTIN ON YOU! DRIIIIIIIIVE JUST DRIIIIiiiiiiiiIIIIIIVE STAY AHEAD STAY AHEAD STAY ALIIIIIIIVE

“is that chihuahua?” “its a chimera!”

“maybe if you hadnt brought all those dam snacks” “uh it was the hoover dam and i was hungry!”

ares drives them to las vegas and when they get there he says “this is where i... get off” and its HILARIOUS i love lowkey sex jokes

gentle easter egg to bianca and nico re: may 1st 1939

“the oracle can can it ill save my mom and savE THE PLANET!” im love percy so much

tREE ON THE HILL IS ABOUT THALIA AND IT MADE ME CRY GOD WHAT A GOOD SONG and grover feels like a failure and annabeth is like “no u saved my life ur a good friend and a good guardian <3 friendship”

THE FERRYMAN TO THE UNDERWORLD FLIRTS WITH GROVER

“you wanna hear my demo?” “uh-” [loud music plays] “im sorry i couldnt hear you over this SWEET ASS RIFF”

YOURE IN THE D.O.A. AND YOURE HERE TO STAY YEAH YOURE STUCK FOREVER NEVER GET AWAY NO HOPE FOR SURVIVAL YOURE DEAD ON ARRIVAL

“oh! do you have any josh groban?” “we will.” I CACKLED

DJ CEBERUS W A COOL 3-HEADED DEADMAU5 ESQUE MASK

the ferryman also attacks them all like “youre not gonna save the planet, you wont protect your friends, you wont be remembered”

everyone says this but “i think this pit is tartarus” “LIKE THE FISH SAUCE?”

“why would chronus want my shoes?” “they were really cool shoes”

bitter, sad hades who just wants people to stop thinking that hes the bad guy and for his brothers to come visit him

“one does not simply walk out of the underworld”

W H A T B E L O N G S T O T H E S E A C A N A L W A Y S R E T U R N

small reprise of good kid as he considers hades offer and then the melody cHANGES and percy realizes that the seashell, a gift from a god, can SAVE THEM and its beautiful because SON OF POSEIDON IS A GOOD SONG

“maybe my dad was a screwup too, his best laid plans always falling through... maybe he never knew how to care but hey, thats life, and life aint fair... but i think my dad mayve thrown me a line, and better late than never, ill finally get a sign!”

its a good song kids

the kids get to the oceans and they FIGHT ARES and ares and percy are both singing, percy singing The Son Of Poseidon chorus and ares singing Put You In Your Place and its b e a u t i f u l

THE TOILET PAPER THROW- basically they bring in like 6 leafblowers w toilet paper rolls attached and the first five rows get covered in toilet paper. as someone who was in the fifth row, it was amazing

poseidon comes in, they have a Heart To Heart, he brings sally back to life, he flirts with sally, its hilarious and awkward

“the gods are unfair but we’re not total dicks”

percys like “you dont have to stay w gabe anymore” and sallys like “smh boy u cant solve all my problems. you saved my life, now i have to figure out how to live it”

he gives her medusas head

“what is this” “its a... do it yourself scupture kit” “oh! *begins to open it*” “no no no its, um, medusas head”

“well, as my official protector, you can officially escort us back to camp” “and youre conscience this time!”

chiron is also cast as poseidon so like he runs into the camp scene after a quick change and says “i hoofed it here as quick as i could!”

last day of summer happens and w/e its cute but whAT REALLY MATTERS IS LUKES BETRAYAL: okay so the music slows and goes into the minor key and percys like “we still dont know whos working w chronos :/” lukes like “yeah it sucks” and he starts singing about how he doesnt trust the gods and how the gods hate them and how they need to take over the world and put the gods in their place--he and percy do their handshake fist-to-the-chest thing and luke is serious and percy does it but hes v confused and it Hurts. this is the first time in the show that luke sounds just Bitter and Angry instead of jokingly deprecating and its quite the effect

THE DARK GOOD KID REPRISE

“ill do anything, i dont care if i hurt anyone, it doesnt pay to be a good kid, a good kid, a good son" GOD IT HURTS luke has so much pain and i feel so bad for him like yeah hes evil but,,, hes had a hard life

annabeth comes in and DISARMS LUKE but PSYCH luke has a small switchblade and STABS PERCY IN THE BACK (bc they cant use scorpions onstage)

percybeth moment interrupted by clarisse’s loud coughing and grover

percys like “we cant just sit here and wait for our parents to fix things.”

“the gods will say we’re impertinent” “we are impertinent” goddamn that symmetry

“are we ever gonna once have it easy?” my poor poor kids

percy- “feeling ready” annabeth- “feeling stoked” grover- “feeling queasy”

THE SEA DOESNT LIKE TO BE RESTRAINED

bring on the monsters is just a Good song

also hey if you got to the end of this, congrats! i have a ltm audio and either in a message or in an off-anon ask and ill hook u up

#lightning thief musical #the lightning thief #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson musical #lydia talks about stuff

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mattved · 5 years

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On Biggest Evils

On a lighter note, even though the title might confuse to expect otherwise, I feel that my rants that run throughout the almost three year history of blogging, I haven't expressed my opinion on what the three all-time greatest evils are. Mind that this stance is firm and is to never change regardless of the stupid shit humanity might come up with.

And because of the popularity of list shows and because of how many list-like articles are there on sites from BuzzFeed to CollegeHumor, I shall structure it in the same way. Not to generate space for more clickbait ads like they do, rather for the sake of going with the trend. To alter the trend. And rend the mentioned evils.

Ready? Let us begin!

3: Hoovers

You might be calling it a vacuum cleaner if you live in the US, Dyson if you're posh richass, Henry or Hetty if you live in the UK. I call them ultra-loud passive-agressive suckers. Because that is exactly what they are.

The part about their loudness is more than obvious. Some go up to over a hundred decibels, creating a vortex inside their tube, pretending to be carry-on tornadoes, some even claim to be cyclones. But cyclone is an everpresent epicenter of most winds, most often located in the middle of oceans, where the air literally falls down to and collides with all the other wind, creating an upstream and getting blown away again. Usually enriched by all the water vapor, that then comes to England or Chile or wherever the clouds crash into a mountain and bounce even higher. How confident must the hoover manufacturers be to compare their product to one of the greatest forces of nature?!

It's true that the air-enrichment process occurs, with dust and biscuit crumbs rather than water, but it isn't even natural. There is always an electric engine powering an air pump that sucks on the one side and blows on the other. There are filters on both sides, which is unfortunate, because it would end up looking far more dramatic and cyclone-ressembling, haven't these been there. Just dispersing all the crap from your floor in the air, creating impression of Martian sandstorms whenever you move onto cleaning the carpets. This way, the duststorm happens in the chimenies of power plant and further above.

The energy loss that takes place in the process is not small, being about 10% just inside the engine and further 25% comes from the filters and areas where the engine sucks air that doesn't go through the hose, which is a must for them, since clogging the tube would otherwise make the engine create low-pressure capsule, which would result in suction force in direction against the engine. That generates heat, which could set the hoover on fire. But again, that's energy inefficient. Why not use some petrol and matches instead, huh?

The passive-agressive part, on top of the object of hoover itself being a piece of crap, is multiplied by my personal experience. I know more than one person who would start the hoover whenever they get pissed off, move around the house with it, start conversations in the process, shouting at you as loud as they can, who would proceed to moving stuff out of the hoover's way while leaving it on, so it can actively make the world far worse a place on their own.

Solution? Easier than you might think. Broomsticks and floor sweepers or, if you're lazy like I am, buy a Roomba, because that is basically a battery powered floor sweeper that only has a tiny auxilary suction engine designed primarily to clean the air and keep the dust in and hence suck far less. And you can place them in the room you are not using at given moment. They don't shout, they don't idle-suck, they don't consume as much energy. And they run around like a dog.

2: Hitler

This one is far more serious. And you most likely know more about him than I know about hoovers. He was a butthurt turned evil manipulator. He was an underdog who took things personally. As a human being, he was the exact opposite of the icon we remember today. Sad, bitter, and most of all fake. He played a role, proving to us that controlling an enormous mass of equally bitter nation suffering from post-lost-war hunger can lead to serious danger. Moving the obedient suckerups to the top and enforcing the revenge sought for by him and them was a move that caused deaths that would not be a result of a war alone.

WWII should be abbreviated WG for The World Genocide, so we could reserve term "The World War" for that of 1914 - 1918, since it deserves being called a war. And Adolf Hitler should not be referred to as a dictator, because the word murderer suits him more. About the hitler memes? Drop them, I say. They render the scum of a man make an impression that never belonged to him. Learn about his evil, read a random chapter from Mein Kampf so that you get to know the degree to which his mind was twisted. Also, should you find yourself agreeing with him, kill yourself. Do not mock him. Do not overrate him.

1: Umbrellas

Finally, worse than Hitler and all the things in the world, are umbrellas. They barely make you any drier since you wear a raincoat or a waterproof jacket anyway. Bit of a drizzle won't hurt you and heavy rain accompanied with strong wind will destroy the portable roof wannabe. They break. Literally all the time. Throughout my life, I've seen more umbrellas broken, placed in trashcans, flying around, lost, or dispersed in pieces, than intact. They are waste of resources we don't need to make. They have no value to us. If you want to keep your head warm and dry in the rain, buy a good hunting hat and a pair of glasses that fit in your handbag. (Handbags are scary, too, but they did not make this list.)

One exception from this are lightbox umbrellas. They usually have solid construction, don't require frequent closing and reopening, are portable, easy to use, and most of all, they succesfuly fulfill their purpose. Photographers are the only people with legitimate right to own a brolley.

#jokes #evils #hoovers #umbrellas #worst

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The schedule is probably the one thing that everyone struggles with, and I’m not going to lie, it is hard when you work from home. But once you can crack your schedule, there is nothing that you can’t do. A while ago, I heard a saying that made my blood boil, “you have the same hours in the day as Beyonce”. Yeah, we know, but I’m pretty sure that Beyonce had one hell of a hustle on her hands at the start of her career too. We are so quick to put people down because we compare ourselves to celebrities and successful people who are further ahead on their success journey than we are.

Because we live in a world where money is needed to survive, Latte Lindsay runs a number of affiliate programmes and offers paid/sponsored content. If you choose to click the links and read the posts, the site may earn a commission or receives a payment. All of the opinions are my own. Opinions expressed here are author’s alone, not those of any partner brands/company(s), beauty & lifestyle brands, airlines or hotel chain, and have not been reviewed, approved or otherwise endorsed by any of these entities unless specified.

Let’s break the schedule down

First of all, you should be getting around 8 hours of sleep. This is non-negotiable because it is for your long-term health. Getting enough sleep at night is one of the foundations for success and I don’t want to hear otherwise. Yes, there are people who claim that they only sleep for a few hours before they get up and start working their butts off, but this is going to damage their mental and neuro health in the long term. As much as we all want to succeed, I still want to have my brain intact when I’m in my 80’s and 90’s, not suffering from dementia which has been linked to a lack of sleep in your 20’s, 30’s and 40’s.

Second, let’s say you should be doing around 8 hours of work a day, five or six days a week. This is where it can get tough for some people because they work full time and they want to overextend themselves. Do not worry about it. If you are working 8 hours or more on your full-time job, then taking 8 hours to work with intention on your day off will give you much better results than trying to push through the tiredness. I know it is tempting to work into the small hours of the morning to be part of the hustle porn community, but it isn’t worth it. I’ve done the hustle until 3 am, cramming everything in, typed until my fingers have gone numb. Do you know where it got me? Nowhere. I was tired and burnt out from it. If you work full time, choose one day a week to really focus on your own stuff and then take one day off to relax.

My third point is about learning. Learning can be done in an hour a day if you study with intention. They say that it takes 10,000 hours to master a skill but this is rubbish. It can take as little as 20 hours to master something if you can push through the initial frustration that comes with learning something new. Learning can be done in so many different ways, there are plenty of free ways to get bite size knowledge to help you and your business to grow. You might scoff at the idea of having to study a little bit every day but this is where most people fall down.

The number four thing that you need to schedule in every day is some self-care. Self-care is something that I am really passionate about. When I was a care worker, I saw first hand the problems that people faced as a result of not looking after themselves properly. I like to take an hour a day to get a shower in peace, fresh clothes, a cup of tea with some quiet time before I have to get the troops out of bed. But I also like to take an hour at night to relax and unwind before I go to sleep.

Number five is keeping the house clean. Within my schedule, I have around 3-4 hours for cleaning, doing laundry, and general maintenance of the house so it doesn’t look like I’m constantly in the middle of an exorcism with an asshole of a poltergeist. A clean house is important when you work from home because having a clear space helps prevent distractions. Plus, having a clean house as a parent is one of those ultimate goals that we wish we could have, why not blow everyone out of the water by actually doing it?

And finally, the kids. I have worked out a schedule for my kids so that they know exactly what is going on. They get bathed, fed, clean clothes. My toddler spends all day with me so I make sure that there is plenty for him to do. When it comes to me sitting working, I keep him in the room with me and give him attention when he needs it. When the older ones are at home, they all play together. I know a lot of women experience mom guilt when it comes to working and not dedicating their every waking minute to their kids, but don’t. In fact, you could use your work to your advantage and get the kids involved. I hand mine dusters so they can “clean” with me. When I am learning something, I get my babies involved because their little brains are like sponges and you never know what information they might pick up. When I am writing, I talk out loud and write things back to them to help encourage their vocabulary. Use what you do as a good foundation for life skills that they can use themselves as adults.

My weekday schedule

5am- Get up and have some time to myself to get showered and organised. I have a beauty routine that I like to do every day that makes me feel like a million quid. 6am- Start work. This might be answering emails or checking what I have planned on my to-do list. Or, if I’m feeling brave, I’ll get stuck in with a few hundred words for one of my books. 7am- Get the kids up and ready. This means showers, breakfasts, getting packed lunches sorted…..everything you could possibly think of for getting little ones ready for the day ahead. Even if it is the weekend, my little ones will be up early anyway (they have no concept of time and lack the ability to lie in). 8am- Multi tasking hour- This is the hour of the day that I have a bit of everything going on. I’m finishing getting the kids ready, having a quick tidy and opening curtains back, making lunches, throwing stuff in the dishwasher, and doing the school run. 9am- Normally by this time, I’m back in the house and I get cracking on whatever book I’m working on. Sometimes I am dealing with my editors and making changes to drafts, other times I am cracking away at the word count. 10am- Cleaning the house. After an hour of work, I stop typing and clean the house for an hour. This can be running the hoover over the floors, making the beds, and dusting the furniture. I also like to get the dinner prepared at this time so there are no excuses later in the day that result in a takeaway having to be ordered. 11am- Now I switch back to work mode and do some work on the blog. I might have a sponsored post that needs to be done or I get try and get ahead of myself with blog posts for the week or month. 12pm- Food and tidying up the house. I need to eat a lunch, and so do you. It is important to stop and take a break during the day for a meal. For around 30 minutes, I sit and have a meal without my phone, laptop or TV distracting me. And after I have eaten, I give the kitchen a quick tidy and clear up any mess that I have made. If the kids are in the house, they get fed at this time too. 1pm- Back to the blog- This is another chance to get some more blog posts scheduled for the week or month ahead. 2pm- Social media, promotional work and the school run is the name of the game at this time of the day. A lot of this is probably considered “busy work” that should probably be done by an assistant but I really enjoy doing this stuff myself. 3pm- Book time again. After going back and forth, different ideas can stew and mature in your head so I find breaking it up can really help, especially if you want to avoid writer’s block. 4pm- Ironing– Clothes get washed and then they need ironed. This is a great time for me to listen to an audiobook or a podcast. 5pm- Cooking and dinner time. Because I prep dinner early in the day, it is normally a case of turning some dials and pushing buttons. 6pm- Book time, and this is the last chance I have to work on a book in the day. 7pm- Kids bedtime routine. It’s bath time, into pj’s and snuggles with a story for the little ones. I can have this done within an hour so the kids are tucked up in bed for 8pm. 8pm- Me time hour- This is hour of the day when I get into my comfy clothes, maybe have a bath, I read or do something crafty like knit. Personally, I like to read most nights, maybe around 5 nights a week and then spend the other two knitting or cross stitching. 9pm- Sleep. Yep, it’s time for some shut eye and if I get into bed now and sleep, I get a full 8 hours.

Is this set in stone? No, I try to be flexible because there are days that other stuff needs to happen. One morning a week I schedule in appointments and pick up the food shopping. My weekends are kind of similar but I cut down on the cleaning and workload to spend time with my family, maybe an hour of cleaning and an hour of work at the most. The purpose of the weekday schedule is to make sure I have time to spend with my family at the weekends.

How to create your own schedule

Building your own schedule is one of the simplest yet most effective things that you can do to make your day easier. Think of it this way, when you where at school, you had a timetable of classes and things that you need to do during the school day. Some days there could be around 7 different subjects that you needed to turn your attention to, and for around 12 years you managed to study a variety of different things within 6 hours. Imagine what you could achieve if you sectioned your adult life like this. Work out what you want to do in the day. These will be unique to you. Use the circles below to work out the first part. I recommend making sure that you get 8 hours of sleep, 1 hour of self-care for a shower and a cup of tea.

Ok, I get that the pictures are not my best artwork, but that is how I sat and worked out my day and what needed to be done. Do not be afraid of being picky about what you do and how you work out your day, it should be work for you and your family to get the best out of your time.

What do you think of the schedule? Would you ever try anything as extreme as this? Let me know what your day looks like in the comments section.

The Ultimate Schedule for Working from Home The schedule is probably the one thing that everyone struggles with, and I’m not going to lie, it is hard when you work from home.

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Full Reviews of The Best Industrial Vacuum Cleaner 2019

You probably think that you are a pro in choosing a high-quality hoover for your room. However, how will you handle huge quantities of dirt in a conference room?

That is why manufacturers produce special models for commercial use. Still confusing? Today, the article will show you complete reviews of the best industrial vacuum cleaner products with the buying guide.

Let’s get down to the business!

Why Do You Need To Get The Best Industrial Vacuum Cleaner?

You should be aware that a domestic vacuum cleaner cannot cope with heavy cleaning task. Hence, highly durable and powerful vacuum for commercial use are produced.

Want to know why you should own a hoover like that? Here are the top 3 reasons:

Perfect Cleaning

In reality, a lot of people use an industrial vacuum cleaner for domestic cleaning. Of course, the performance of professional ones is far much better than those for home cleaning.

In general, remember that commercial vacs are designed to effectively address stubborn stains in enormous rooms.

Durability

If you force your domestic cleaner to cope with heavy workload, you will say farewell to your machine soon. Thus, manufacturers produce highly durable versions that are specialized in doing heavy duty tasks.

Flexibility

After researching into hoovers, you can see that they are highly adaptable to different environments. Many are able to clean up both wet and dry dust, or operate in the quiet mode, and so on.

What To Look For In Your Best Industrial Vacuum Cleaner?

Remember that this is for commercial applications so your criteria will be different from the aspects you use to pick a vac for your house. Want to know the full list of them? Here is the deal.

Purpose

Even you are searching for an industrial vacuum cleaner; you should specify what you will use that machinery for. For example, you will need to clean offices, meeting halls, or hotel rooms.

What Type of Vacs Do You Need?

You cannot deny the benefits of vacuum cleaners, right? In fact, not all of them can suit your needs.

However, Don’t underestimate it! This is probably the most significant decision. For instance, in case you have to wipe up the liquids, a model which can handle both dry and wet conditions is required. This a basic rule for you:

Upright vacuum cleaners are good at tidying large areas in a short time although they seem to be inconvenient

Cylinder products are a safe choice for versatility when it comes to dry cleaning

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Power

The best industrial vacuum cleaner should be powerful enough to deal with spacious rooms covered with stubborn stains. The stronger suction a machine offers, the better it is able to remove dirt, debris, and dust particles.

Also, don’t mess up the high wattage with the powerful suction because the former does not guarantee the latter.

Level of Durability

Nobody wants to invest a big amount of money in a commercial vac that is used for months only. Thus, you had better take this factor into consideration particularly with daily heavy-duty tasks.

Capacity

It will never make sense to buy a vacuum cleaner with a limited capacity for commercial use. Take cordless vacs as an example, their canisters are commonly less than 0.5 liters, and it is fine for domestic cleaning only.

In fact, industrial cleaning needs much greater capacities unless you wish to do exercise by getting the machine empty many times.

Powerful, durable with enormous capacity, so what else should you consider?

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Noise Level

In case you do the cleaning at night time, this might not be a big deal. Nevertheless, vacuuming a patient room, an office, or a hotel room during the daytime around customers could cause you trouble.

Filters for industrial vacuum cleaners vary. Some fit in the machine by default while others are removable. Make sure that you ask the salesman carefully to find the appropriate one.

Price

You cannot deny that price is always a significant factor when it comes to buying anything, right? Your best industrial vacuum cleaner will require a certain amount of budget.

Which one is the best industrial vacuum cleaner? Here is the best part:

Best Industrial Vacuum Cleaner 2019 Reviews

1. Kew Nilfisk Alto KEW AERO 2621 Vacuums

You can use this Kew Nilfisk Alto KEWAERO2621 for both wet and dry cleaning. Not only a compact model, but this vacuum cleaner also has a low noise rating (64dB) that makes it on the list of quietest cleaners.

This 2621 vac offers you 14.5 and 15 liter capacity for fluids and dry debris respectively. The PET filter is washable. The ‘Push & Clean’ system helps you clean the filter.

With a powerful motor (3,600 liters per minute), this versatile vac can handle tough cleaning jobs. However, this Nilfisk vacuum cleaner does not work as a carpet cleaner.

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Pros

Durable.

Powerful suction.

Quiet.

Washable PET filter with easy filter cleaning system.

Large capacities for dry and liquid debris.

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Cons

Does not work well on carpets.

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2. SEBO BS360 Upright Commercial Vacuum

Regarding the best industrial vacuum cleaner, it would be amiss without this upright vac – SEBO BS360. Thanks to a huge cleaning head and powerful suction, your cleaning session will be much shorter.

Likewise, it can lay on the floor to reach hard-to-clean places like under radiators with ease. The filter bag volume is up to 5 liters. The price includes free UK delivery surcharge as well as a 1-year return.

On the minus side, you might find it a bit difficult to control at first because of its large cleaning head.

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Pros

Strong suction.

Durable.

A unique cleaning head for flexibility.

Very long cord with 4-height adjustments.

Lightweight.

1-year return.

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Cons

A bit difficult to control the machine at the beginning.

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3. Numatic NVR 200-11 Dry Vacuum Cleaner

This lovely machine is a dry bagged vac that comes from Henry – a very well-known manufacturer in the UK. Similar to many Numatic products, the model NVR 20011 provides a long cable to clean up multiple rooms.

Although the vac comes with a 580W motor, it is still powerful enough to deliver an impressive performance. The great floor tool makes it an ideal machine for hard floors and carpets.

The attached bags do a very good job in locking specks of dust. Otherwise, Numatic NVR 200-11 comes with a limited 2-year warranty. Nonetheless, the machine is a little bit heavy and awkward in small positions.

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Pros

Strong and durable.

Big operating radius.

Long cable.

Excellent for hard floors and carpets.

Limited 2-year warranty.

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Cons

Clunky to be used in a small space.

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4. Vax VCC-08A Ultra Lightweight Commercial

As its name suggests, this VCC-08A vac is ultra lightweight which weighs only 4.7kg. Compared to other products on the market, the Vax machine consumes a low amount of energy.

As a commercial vacuum cleaner, it is durable and user-friendly. The special point here is this orange vax has the anti-tip design, so you will never face a common and annoying problem as with other easily broken hoovers.

Likewise, it also has a quiet mode for cleaning during the daytime. The price is reasonable. The only drawback of this bagged vacuum cleaner is that it does not work well on thick carpets.

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Pros

Durable.

Energy efficient.

Lightweight.

Easy to use.

Anti-tip design.

Reasonable price.

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Cons

Not for thick carpets.

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5. Draper 13785 Wet & Dry Vacuum Cleaner

The Draper 13785 model is manufactured to remove both wet and dry dust with a 20-liter tank. The 3.5-meter cable - it is a great choice for tidying your garage, workshop, around garden and house.

The machine features 2 filters coming with the air blowing function as well as several accessories so your cleaning job will be much easier. Moreover, this wet & dry vacuum cleaner is maneuverable.

In spite of the fact that Draper vac is a noisy boy, this is still easy to handle. Apart from that, it is appropriate for those who are on a tight budget.

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Pros

Lightweight.

2 filters with accessories.

Large capacity.

Easy to use and maneuverable.

Reasonable price.

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Cons

Quite noisy.

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FAQs

You might still have some doubts about this topic. In this part, you will gain some tips and useful pieces of information about common issues.

Q1: Aside from those factors, what else should I do to get the best industrial vacuum cleaner?

Well, in case you are still not sure about which product you should buy, here are some steps for you to identify the one that you can dig into your pocket to pay for:

Seeking product reviews always comes highly recommended as you will know what they have been through. You can have a clear idea of the real advantages as well as drawbacks based on their previous experiences.

Asking your friends for their opinions towards this. If they own a pro-vac, they will definitely give you lots of practical advice. Also, your friends are 100% trustworthy, right?

Weighing up your options is another way to identify the best one. Take the pros and cons of each one, compare them. This rule applies to everything, not only a commercial hoover.

Making sure it meets your requirements. Keep in mind that your best industrial vacuum cleaner is the one that suits your personal needs, not the most expensive one.

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Q2: Bagged or Bagless Industrial Vacuum Cleaner – Which One Should I Get?

Well, the biggest difference between these two is that while the bagged vacs offer you a bag to store debris and dust while others do not.

To help you answer this question, here is a detailed comparison of bagged with bagless vacuum cleaners:

Bagged Vacuum Cleaners

Pros

More hygienic since you can replace the bag when needed

Bagged cleaners usually come with HEPA filtration. What does this mean? It means that the system has passed a demanding test for approval. Also, it is very clean to use

The material that they use to make the bag works as a filter. Thus, dust particles nearly have no chance to escape the bag. This benefit is major to individuals having allergies

These bags are able to store up to 2 pounds of dust specks, so they do not require regular

Cons

You should have some bags in stock for replacement. Consequently, the cost might be high

When the bag is nearly full, the performance will be not as convincing as when it is empty. Hence, a bagged cleaner does not always come up with the best result

Bagless Vacuum Cleaners

Pros

Bagless hoovers are cheaper than bagged cleaners, in general. This is understandable because you will not have to buy extra bags for replacement

Somehow, a bagless vacuum cleaner is environmentally friendly as there is no need to use plastic bags

Cons

With a bagless vac, you are easily exposed to dust, and this is serious in case you suffer from allergies

Maintenance cost is relatively high. Likewise, the process might get your area dirty

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Q3: Upright vs. Canister Commercial Vacuum Cleaners? Which One Is Better?

This is a common question about choosing a good cleaner in general. Again, your personal demands and preferences will decide which one is the best choice.

Having said that, there are some certain points you had better keep in mind before making a decision:

Upright Commercial Vacuum Cleaner

Talking about this major type of hoovers, the fundamental feature is that they assist you in collecting debris and dirt particles on the carpets, and hard floors. So consider your floor type!

Another point that makes upright vacs standout is the bigger capacity in comparison to other products available on the market. That means you do not have to empty your cleaner too often.

Pros

Great for the industrial use, for example, open carpets, and hallways

Most of the upright vacuum cleaners have a hose for better cleaning and versatility

They tend to provide you with larger bags than other products. Hence, you can reduce the frequency of replacement

The risk of tripping over is not high with an upright vacuum cleaner

Cons

Places like under sofas are difficult for an upright vac to reach and clean off. Also, it does not come highly recommended with rooms having little spaces

Quite heavy, so you will find it challenging to carry around

Do not have many choices for tools, so that is why this kind of vacuum cleaners is less flexible

Some are produced without considering allergic patients

Do not usually have electrical cords which are retractable

Canister Commercial Vacuum Cleaners

A canister commercial vacuum cleaner is shaped like a cylinder that can store the motor, filtration system, and gather all specks of dirt. Likewise, there is often an attached suction hose with wheels for mobility.

Pros

Flexible hose, so the machine has greater motion and versatility

Lightweight so that you can carry around to get the job done

Usually installed with HEPA filtration system which is ideal for allergic individuals

Cleaning head can reach hard-to-clean positions with ease thanks to its lower profile

Easy to change special tools, so it is convenient for you to clean up strange surfaces

Cons

Smaller wheels so you should lift it up while passing over the thresholds

The machine is behind you. Be careful to prevent it from tripping over

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Conclusion

All things considered, take the purpose, powerful suction, durability, noise, and price into consideration if you want to find the best industrial vacuum cleaner. It is your turn now!

In my point of view, I would choose SEBO BS360 Upright Commercial Vacuum Cleaner for my own. It is powerful, lightweight, able to clean hard-to-reach places with different height adjustments. Also, the product comes with a 1-year return.

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