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thefallennightmare · 6 months

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Miracle-twenty three

*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings/Tropes: forced proximity, slight enemies to lovers, slow burn, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death, and swearing.

Summary: Reader is the merch girl for Bad Omens. It wasn't what she wanted to do with her life but when her mother got sick with Alzheimer's, reader took a job where she could to help with the costs. She thought it would be a one-time gig but the longer she was on the road with them, the harder she fell for Noah Sebastian; even if he wanted nothing to do with her. She needed a miracle to save her mom and her future.

Author Note: Hopefully this will keep y'all fed until the last chapter. WHICH I'M GOING TO CRY WHEN I POST THE FINAL CHAPTER TOMORROW. OMG. anywhoo, enjoy the smut.

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"Noah?" I called out into the dark room, an uneasy feeling settling low in my belly.

It was late, the show in Paris ending a few hours ago. I hung back to help the crew tear down while Noah and the rest of the guys headed back to the hotel. They were exhausted as we were nearing the end of our month-long tour overseas with only two shows left and the thought of being able to go back home to sleep in our own beds made all of us giddy with excitement.

Home.

The place that Noah and I were slowly making ours before we had to leave. I was still very apprehensive about moving in with Noah because Jolly was living there but they both reassured me it was fine. It was a nice feeling to be wanted by someone and not in a sexual way. In a way that made your heart soar when they walked into a room or when they remembered to pick something up that you like from the store when they went earlier. I made a comment about how much I loved having iced coffee every morning so what did Jolly do? Bought four boxes of coffee and a specific machine that I could make the coffee iced.

The night before we left for the tour, I told Noah that I needed to run out to get something from the store. It was late in the evening, and he did not want me to go out alone to get it, so he offered. Immediately, I denied saying I was fine to go alone.

"Angel, just tell me what you need. I can run to the store and get it for you. You should stay in bed, it's already late."

"No, I can run to grab it. It's bad enough I have to ask my boyfriend for money so I can buy it, the last thing I need is for you to be the one that goes to the store for it." I quickly threw on my jacket and shoes so he couldn't stop me.

Noah chuckled while running a hand through his hair. "What, do you need tampons?"

My body stilled as I stared up at him.

"Oh, shit," he uttered. "You do need tampons."

"Yep," I said popping the 'P'. "So I'll be back in half hour."

Noah knew how stubborn I was but so was he so we ultimately agreed that we would go together. He ended up stocking the cart with atleast a three-month supply of tampons and pads also throwing in whatever sweet I was craving. My heart nearly soared out of my body when I saw him throw a large fuzzy blanket into the cart as well.

He shrugged. "It's heated. I'd figure it would help with the cramps."

That night he also bought me whatever else I would need to feel comfortable in the house since I lost everything in the fire. I only allowed him to buy me the essentials; toiletries, clothes and shoes, but I drew the line when he tried to buy me a new laptop. It was a pricey one where I could edit all the pictures, I took for their social media page when I went back to work.

"That's way too much money, Noah," I said with a stern voice. "I can save up some money to buy myself one. I'm sure Bryan has an old laptop I could use."

Bryan had one, even offered it to me, but Noah turned down his offer. All because when I went to open my suitcase after arriving in Europe for the first show, there was a brand new laptop still in its box with the plastic right on top of my clothes.

I remember being so pissed at Noah. I didn't talk to him for a few hours but eventually he wore me down, with his tongue, and I accepted the present with so much gratitude; with my lips wrapped around his cock.

The first night of tour, I was stoked to get back to work until I realized I didn't have a camera, that was until Bryan let me have an old one of is.

"It's a little older than the one you had, but I figured it would work for now," He pulled me into a side hug.

I wrapped my arms around him, heart aching with the amount of small gestures everyone in the band and crew had done for me. "Thank you."

Folio lifted my spirits whenever the bad thoughts crept back in my mind. A few nights ago, I woke up from a terrible nightmare. Noah was out with Nick and Jolly at a bar right down the road from our hotel in Ireland. It was the first night Noah wouldn't be by my side when I went to sleep since the fire and he was very nervous too. I reassured him I'd be fine because the nightmares stopped for a few weeks so when it clawed its way through my brain; I woke up with a shrill scream.

Flames tickled my skin, burning it right from the bones, as I reached for Noah to save me before falling into the dark depths of my death.

Folio's room was right next to mine and when he heard my screams, he texted me to make sure I was alright. I responded with a one word response.

No.

He stayed with me for the next hour until Noah returned, who was upset that I hadn't called him to let him know what happened.

"I didn't want to bother you," I blew out a shaky breath as he cupped my face.

"Angel, you could never bother me. I love you."

The last few days, though, I've noticed that Noah, Bryan, and Matt had been talking amongst themselves a lot but stopping as soon as I entered the room. At first it didn't bother me but now, it was making my mind race with what the hell they could be talking about. I couldn't dwell on it though because while I pack up my things to return to the hotel room tonight, Noah texted me he would be waiting up for me. Although the dark hotel room said otherwise.

"Noah?" I said again, this time flicking on the lights to the room.

I gasped when a hand wrapped around my throat from behind, cool leather pressing against the heated skin as a deep voice spoke.

"You're late."

Goosebumps pricked at my skin and I dropped my bag to the floor, ice cold fear filling my veins.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize what time it was," I tried to explain through my shaky voice.

He breathed me in then let go of his grip around my throat, pushing me forward slightly. Suddenly the room was blanketed in darkness again and I tried to maneuver my way through the dark until the bedside table lamp clicked on, a warm yellow glow showcasing the man that sat on the edge of the bed right in front of me blanketed in his own darkness. He slowly removed the hood of his jacket, his face covered by the black ski mask. It was as if he redressed himself after earlier.

Holy. Shit.

"Take off your dress," his deep voice demanded.

With a squeak, I shed off my black sundress with ease letting it fall to the ground at my feet. I stood in front of him in nothing but a matching red bra and panties set. Because of the mask, I couldn't tell if the sight of me affected him or not.

"On your knees."

I was on my knees so fast the carpet beneath my skin burned.

"Off."

One word that held so much power it made my body shiver with pleasure. Feeling cheeky, I unhooked my bra and slung it into his lap, the red lace contrasting to the darkness of his pants.

"Oops," I shrugged innocently.

His lips twitched into a scowl and hooked a finger towards me, beckoning over. My mouth ran dry when I realized I was in trouble and rose to my feet.

"No. Crawl to me."

Oh, so this is how it's going to be.

Whatever reserve I have about doing this was far gone along with my dignity. He wants me to crawl to him? With fucking pleasure.

The carpet scratched at my palms and knees until I stopped right in front of him and peered up at him through dark lashes. A gloved hand cupped my chin and forced me to look deeper into his eyes; dark and not a hint of the brightness I adored.

"You want to please me, don't you?"

I eagerly nodded. "Please."

His thumb brushed over my bottom lip. "Good girl. Take my cock out."

The sound of his belt clinking to the ground and then a zipper echoed in the eerily quiet hotel room and soon, his thick cock sprung free. Pre-cum built at the head and I licked my lips, wanting a taste, but his grip on my chin tightened.

"Not yet. I need you to put your hands behind your back."

Once my hands were clasped together, he stood to his feet, hard cock right in front of my face and I whined when the pre-cum now spilled onto my lips.

Such a fucking tease.

He bent over my head to tie my hands together with his belt, pulling it tight.

"How is it?" His voice was lighter than he'd been using, full of concern.

Our facade slipped away for a moment as I smiled up at him. "I'm good, trust me."

His thumb grazed over my cheek then slipping back into character, he sat back onto the bed with his hand wrapped around his cock.

"Open."

Mouth wide for him, I moaned around his cock as it slipped between my lips finally getting a taste of him. I bobbed my head up and down the length as much as I could; the head hitting the back of my throat, but I didn't gag; I wanted this to be perfect for him.

He deserved this after the hell of a schedule he's had.

"Such a good girl," his head fell back in ecstasy when my tongue flattened against the underside of his cock.

I moaned in agreement as I continued to suck him despite the pain in my jaw. His hips raised up in my face so he could bury his cock deeper in my throat while his hand pulled tight at the ends of my hair. He was close I could practically taste it but before I could beg him to cum; he pulled me off of him with a loud pop echoing throughout the room.

"On the bed," he grunted while lifting me to my feet.

I scrambled onto the bed as best as I could since my hands were still tied behind my back. Both gloved hands gripped my hips as he helped me face the mirror on the wall to my right and I nearly came at the sight that stared back at me. Drool stuck to my face, mascara running down my cheeks from how hard I was sucking, and lips swollen from the thickness of his cock.

I was a mess, but he didn't mind because he all but ripped my panties off, leaving me bare in front of him while he remained fully clothed in his concert gear, mask and all.

He pushed my upper body down to the bed while my ass was raised in the air, the cool air from the fan causing my skin to rise with pricks. My pussy shivered with desire when I watched him in the mirror stare hungrily at me, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

"I'm so fucking hungry, angel," he groaned.

I pushed my ass back towards his face. "Stop fucking teasing me-."

A hard smack to my ass echoed in the room and I mewled in pain at first then pleasure seconds after.

"Such a nasty mouth. Did my cock not teach you anything?"

I feverishly nodded. "Yes, it did."

Through the mirror, I noticed him tilt his masked face to the side while a gloved finger brushed over my wet folds. "Yes, what?"

"Yes, king," I moaned.

He rewarded me by slipping a finger in me, knuckle deep as he fingered me hard and fast.

"Oh god," I buried my face into the blanket beneath me.

His large body loomed over my back and left kisses along my spine. "Remember angel, there's no God here just us."

"Yes, fuck that feels so good," I gasped when he slipped another finger inside of me.

The feeling of his cloth gloves felt different but in such a good way. Through lidded eyes, I looked int the mirror to see his cock was still out of his pants; red and hard. Angry as it begged for release with the cum that dripped down to the bed.

His name fell off my lips as I begged for his cock. While his fingers were long and could reach that spot with ease, I needed the thickness of him to feel full.

"What do you want?" He purred while brushing his lips over my back, fingers slowing to an unmoving pace now.

"Please, I want your cock."

He hummed in response. "Anything for you, angel."

I screamed out as he pressed himself deep inside of me with one fast snap of his hips. One arm wrapped around my stomach from behind, enclosing my tied hands to his stomach, while his other hand kept us upright on the bed, palm flattened right next to my face. He tossed off one glove I didn't know when and when the small design of the back angel wings tattoo on his thumb became clear, my heart warmed and doubled in size.

Fuck, I really love this man.

"Noah," I moaned when I felt my orgasm build to a fever high, it needing to snap before it took me under.

He lifted me from the bed to adjust our position so we both were on our knees in front of the mirror. With his free hand, he spread my legs wider apart, and I leaned my head back against his chest with the new angel making him all of my most sensitive places all at once.

"Look at yourself," he demeaned.

I was exhausted but did what he asked by looking in the mirror, the sight so unholy. A man in a mask and dressed in black spearing me wide open on his cock.

"You're beautiful, angel," he praised with a hard thrust.

"Mine."

Thrust.

"Fuck," his burrowed his lips into my neck to bite down hard on the skin.

My throat was dry, raw, and I could barley make a noise as my orgasm finally ripped through me with such force I fell limp in his arms, my arousal coating his dick and pants.

"I love you," Noah moaned as he finally spilled himself into me, coating my walls.

We sat there for a long moment to let our breathing fall in slow sync with eachother then Noah gently laid me on the bed so he could remove the binds from my wrists. He rubbed the red marks before brining them to his soft lips, peppering it in kisses.

"Are you alright?"

I gave him a blissed out, goofy smile, and nodded. "More than alright. Thank you for this, Noah."

He made a noise low in his throat as he bent down to press a kiss to my lips.

"I should thank you, angel. This might have been my idea, but you were comfortable with it," he said while covering me with the blanket.

I held it to my exhausted body as I watched him remove the mask from his face, chocolate waves of his hair sticking up in many directions. Sweat beaded at his eyebrows and ran down the side of his face.

"I don't understand how you can perform three songs in that getup," I shook my head with a laugh.

Noah chuckled as well as he shed off the jacket and black shirt, now only wearing his black briefs and blank tank.

"The ladies love it," he walked over to the other end of the room.

I hummed. "Yes, they do."

Noah fiddled with something that was poised on the table in the room pointed directly towards the bed and mirror.

"Did you get what you needed?" I wondered with a cheeky smile.

He held the camera up towards me, the bright red light still blinking. "Sure did. Anything you want to say to the camera?"

I flipped it off. "If anyone sees this Noah Sebastian, I'll cut out your vocal chords."

Noah's vibrant laughter bounced off the walls of the room as he shut the camera off, letting it rest on the floor at our feet before he crawled into bed with me. He pulled me into his chest and left a chaste kiss on the back of my shoulder.

"I really should shower," I noted.

Sweat covered every inch of me, and I was a sticky mess between my legs.

Noah yawned while turning off the lights, drowning us in that same darkness from before. "In the morning, angel. Let's get some sleep."

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goldenavenger02 · 3 months

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Ninjago prompts you say? (Also feel better soon!)

Hmmmm I'm in an S5 mood (tbf I'm almost always in S5 mood) sooo:

How about Cole and Lloyd dealing with Cole's ghost ness after S5?

(After all Lloyd likely developed a reflexive fear of ghosts... Primarily their touch... Pair that with Cole's big bro hugs vibes and it's extra spicy angst)

The other one would essentially create an AU, but it's extra angsty:

Kai hits possessed Lloyd with his aeroblade, thus performing a very rough surprise exorcism

Thank you for the well wishes! I went with the first prompt and it's not as angsty as I would have liked, but I hope you enjoy regardless!

“Cole.” Kai opened the door of the empty cabin where Cole was now staying aggressively, letting it hit the side of the wall.

“Kai, it’s…” Cole shook his head before he said the time out loud.

He knew it was late, Kai knew it was late, everyone was supposed to be asleep by now even if he was given the exception due to not needing it any more, it was still his alone time.

“I know, I know,” Kai insisted, “I just…I need your help with something, in the kitchen. Now.”

“I swear, if you blew something up…” Cole didn’t finish his threat as he followed behind Kai’s fast footsteps to the kitchen, only to stop dead in his tracks when he saw Lloyd sitting at the kitchen island in a dining chair, his head resting on his folded arms.

He pulled his eyes away from Lloyd to look back at Kai, who was searching through the medicine cabinet at a breakneck speed, “what did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything,” Kai insisted as he put the thermometer and the box of disposable covers on the counter before turning away from Cole again, “he woke me up, said his ears were hurting and when I got out of bed to see if I could find the Tylenol, turns out he has a fever so bad that I can feel the heat radiating off of him.”

“You sure that’s not just a fire powers thing?” Cole asked, desperately wanting to take a step closer to Lloyd, to see if his temperature was as intense as Kai said but he refrained. It had only been a few weeks since they defeated Morro, the last thing he wanted was to make Lloyd more jumpy.

“There it is!” Kai shouted while pulling the Tylenol out of the spice cabinet, resulting in a soft groan from the island.

Cole had to keep fighting the urge to reach over and rest his ghostly hand on Lloyd’s back.

Kai triumphantly deposited his findings on the counter and the tylenol bottle, the glass of water and the thermometer all made sense, but the faded prescription bottle made Cole reach forward and examine it, trying to find a label only to be met with defeat.

“Kai, what the hell is this?” Cole asked, shaking the orange bottle with the pills inside, “you can’t just give Lloyd random medication.”

“I know that,” Kai huffed as he fitted the probe cover over the thermometer, “those are Lloyd’s, from his last ear infection.”

“First off, how the actual fuck did you read that with how dyslexic you are,” Cole questioned with another squint at the faded label, “and secondly, he hasn’t had an ear infection in like, a year at least.”

“Tryin’ to poison me.” Lloyd muttered as he lifted his head off of his arms with a smirk on his pale face, which Cole had to stifle a laugh at Kai’s scowl.

“You woke me up. I was sleeping peacefully and everything,” Kai flicked the thermometer on, “sit up so you don’t choke on this.”

Lloyd did as he was told, letting Kai slip the thermometer between his lips which allowed Cole to finally get a good look at what they were working with.

Lloyd’s eyes were glassy and also drooping shut with what Cole could clearly see was exhaustion, his cheeks were bright pink with fever but the rest of his face was pale in the dim light of the kitchen.

“Kai, a word,” Cole demanded, pulling Kai up from the dining room chair he had pulled in for himself and walking over to the other side of the room, “what did you need me for? You know how to do this stuff by yourself.”

“Clearly not, I nearly gave Lloyd old antibiotics,” Kai offered a quick smile but it faded from his face as quickly as it came, “look, I know yours and Lloyd’s friendship is a bit strained right now, but I thought-”

“That you should confront his fear while he has a fever and is exhausted out of his mind?”

“Okay, okay, I’ll admit, bad idea,” Kai rubbed a hand over his face, “I didn’t think that through, but everyone else is asleep or in Zane’s case, powered off for the night. You were already awake and I needed someone to…to make sure I didn’t screw up and, if it would mean Lloyd wasn’t scared of your, um, new form-”

“Yeah, I get it,” Cole sighed, “but First Master, you need all of your sleep because you are worse than Jay right now,” he ignored Kai’s angry “hey!” and walked back over to the island as Lloyd pulled the beeping thermometer out of his mouth.

“How high is it?”

“I’m not boiling my brains out of my ears.” Lloyd’s voice was hoarse as he turned the digital thermometer to Cole and Kai, the display reading an even one hundred.

“Yep, that’s probably an ear infection,” Cole agreed, “we’ll get you to a doctor tomorrow, okay?” Lloyd nodded and rested his head on his folded arms again.

“Hey, you need to take this,” Kai reached forward to poke Lloyd’s elbow to which he held out a hand, “First Master, sit up for more then two minutes.”

“So bossy,” Lloyd muttered as he sat up before taking the glass and pills from Kai, “I’m sick, you know.”

“Who woke who up?”

“Touché.” He swallowed the pills and set the empty glass on the island.

Kai stood up and took to the sink to wash quickly, returning with a damp cloth which he handed to Lloyd. “Hold that against the back of your ear.”

Lloyd complied, his shoulders relaxing almost instantly as he rested his free elbow on the island.

“Still got it,” Kai gloated, Cole responded by rolling his eyes, before the fire ninja turned back to Lloyd “Hey, greenie. Cole said I’m really stupid without all of my sleep.”

“He’s not wrong.”

“Hellspawn.”

“Hothead.”

“Not the point,” Kai pinched the bridge of his nose, trying his best to avoid an insult war at…now that Cole thought about it, he had no idea what time it was, “I’m gonna go to bed, and Cole’s gonna stay with you till your Tylenol kicks in. Is that okay?”

Cole swallowed when he saw Lloyd look up at him with a mix of feverish and worry in his green eyes before looking back down at the island.

“Kai, I’m not sure if-” he was cut off by Kai’s glance, his very insistent glance, so Cole mustered up the courage to look Lloyd in the eyes, “up to you, kid.”

“That’s fine,” Lloyd agreed after a beat of silence before looking right at Kai, a smile on his face, “you need all the sleep you can get.”

“You’re a real menace to society, you know that?” Kai insisted before walking over to wrap his arm around Lloyd’s shoulder, whisper something in his ear and pat him on the back before exiting the room.

The only sound to be heard after that was the soft buzzing of the fridge.

Cole couldn’t pry his eyes away from Lloyd, who was just holding the warm cloth to his ear to try and ease the pain but also Lloyd, who was terrified of him; he had been too slow, and because of it, he was going to lose his little brother.

“I can’t do this.”

“Do what?” Lloyd questioned, looking up at him.

“I can’t…I can’t pretend that this is normal, that everything is fine, that I’m not-”

“A ghost?” Lloyd supplied and that was it, Cole couldn’t hide it anymore, Cole couldn’t lie to everyone anymore and say that everything was fine.

Because his friends were alive and he was stuck longing for what once had been.

“You’re allowed to not want me around,” Cole insisted, waiting for the tears that wouldn’t come because he couldn’t cry, he couldn’t produce his new death sentence, “after what you went through, I’m not gonna be mad-”

“I don’t want to,” Lloyd cut him off, stunning him into silence, “I don’t want to be scared of you. You didn’t hurt me, you had nothing to do with…all of this.”

Cole sighed. He knew Lloyd was right; if anyone else was awake, they would also know that Lloyd was right and yet…Cole still couldn’t bring himself to get close to him, to pull him into the tight hug that he so desperately needed.

If he moved too quickly and made Lloyd flinch or worse, scream, he would never be able to forgive himself.

“Why aren’t you scared of me?” Cole finally asked, watching as Lloyd frowned the exact same way his father used to, like he was a carbon copy of their former sensei.

“Because you’re not him.”

Cole couldn’t help but let out a yelp of surprise as Lloyd abandoned the wet cloth to stand up and wrap his arms tightly around Cole.

He immediately did the same to Lloyd, feeling him nestle his head against his shoulder like he always did.

‘At least some things can stay normal.’

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desastre-gay · 1 year

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I put a spell on you (and now you're mine) Chapter 1: The Overture

There’s a chill in the air of Salem as Tommy stalks the streets, feet dragging behind him through the damp snow. ‘This is shit,’ he thinks to himself, ‘I just want to go home.’ His foot kicks at the ground as he comes to a stop, glancing up at the bus stop sign above him, lit only by the passing car lights.

His latest shift at the shitty diner he works at 7 days a week had left him utterly and completely drained, never-mind the fact he was asked to stay behind an extra hour meaning he would be home late. He knew Schlatt wasn’t going to like that, but he certainly wouldn’t have anything bad to say about the extra pay for his booze.

Finally the bus arrives and he stumbles on, legs aching from standing all day, pays for his ticket and slumps into the nearest seat possible. The ride feels like it lasts an eternity, the dim city lights keeping the young 15 year old from falling asleep against the cool window beginning to steam up from his breath.

Reaching his stop Tommy jolts awake as the bus jerkily pulls to a stop against the pavement, the old doors squeaking loud enough both he and the bus driver cringe. Luckily for Tommy, the stop is right outside his home and he only has to take a few more steps before he can sink into his nice warm bed and just let the world fade away. Unluckily for Tommy, there is an obstacle standing between him and peace.

“What fucking time do you call this?” He hopes that if he ignores the man in the doorway between the living room and the kitchen that he can escape to his bedroom just up the stairs. But, the universe never really was on his side growing up, why should it be now?

“Fucking answer me!” Schlatt’s voice booms across the room, bouncing off the walls right into Tommy’s eardrums, causing him to wince before turning to face the man he lives with. Leaning to one side at an awkward angle, Schlatt holds onto a dining chair to keep himself from falling to the ground, glaring at Tommy.

“I got held up at work.” Mumbled into the floor but still picked up by the drunken man, the excuse seems to put him at ease. Falling back into the chair behind him with as much grace as a baby gazelle, Schlatt hungrily pulls a glass bottle with a peeling label towards himself, silently dismissing Tommy with the thought of drinking now at the forefront of his mind. Taking the opportunity provided to him Tommy finds himself trudging up the creaking stairs - that could do with a fresh carpet put down - at a faster pace than he would ever admit to himself.

The door to his bedroom has seen better days as it’s pushed open, lightly being shut behind him once he’s inside, a soundless click of the lock following. The room is bare excluding the essentials, an old squeaking bed and mattress pushed against the far wall (which isn’t really that far) and a small plain wooden dresser opposite holding his clothes and possessions, which also functions as his ‘desk’.

Kicking off his trainers, wrapped in duct tape to keep the sole from falling off, Tommy falls backwards onto his bed, huffing at the ever present ache in his back. It’s dark, the late winter evening providing no light into the small room, which allows the boy to sink into a deep, calming sleep.

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Early morning light is what wakes him, not the usual harsh knocking on his door, which is the first sign something’s wrong. Quickly pulling on his trainers, Tommy leaves his room and sneaks down the stairs, staying crouched low down and stopping at the halfway point.

Ducking his head to peer through the bannister poles, he spots Schlatt at the rickety kitchen table, a book clutched in his hand, the other hand holding his hair back. Rather than investigating the situation further Tommy ignores the man and walks to the counter, grabbing a chipped bowl from the drying rack to the left of the sink, then filling it with cereal and milk.

‘This tastes like shit,’ he thinks as the cheap cereal turns to mush in his mouth. He dares to glance across the table he is now sitting at, only to make direct eye contact with the man in front of him. It feels as though he’s being studied, like a product, with the older man’s deep stare set on him (who knows how long he’d been watching). Tommy is the first to break eye contact. ‘Oh wow this table is really interesting.’

“I need you to help me with something today, call in sick,” and with that he’s gone, only the sound of his footsteps retreating left behind. “Bastard.” Tommy mumbles to himself as he pulls himself from the table, dumping the soggy cereal into the sink and then moving to follow Schlatt into his altar room. The entry way is hidden in the corner of the living room, disguised by low level magic that can still be felt, like electricity in the air, dancing along his fingertips.

Emerging through the other side leads to a dimly lit room, candles along every available surface, a dark wallpaper and books lying across the floor. The energy is different, a small pocket dimension - unstable but real - keeping the rest of the world shut out. A single rotary phone, red in colour, sits on the cluttered desk in the middle of the space, and is the phone Tommy picks up to call into work.

“Yea, sorry I’m just really ill, must be something I picked up after work last night,” he tries to put on a convincing performance, a scratchy voice and the occasional cough seem to work, his boss telling him to get well soon before hanging up.

“What’s this all about then?” Tommy turns to face Schlatt as he asks, finding the man hunched over a book with a maroon cover and gold lettering, magic crackling from the pages and filling the room. The pages have yellowed and turned brown with age, a sign of ancient magic, which sets off alarm bells in Tommy’s mind. Schlatt shouldn’t be able to comprehend magic that strong, never-mind own the book containing the high power spells.

“Tommy,” Schlatt starts, standing upright and moving to stand behind his desk, “This is our ticket out of this shit hole.” He grins, but it’s not right, his lips curving in all the wrong places, too sharp to be considered good. “This book is our only hope, the only way I- we can get what we deserve.” He leans over the desk, causing Tommy to lean back slightly, before swiftly turning to look out of the large window behind him.

“What does that have to do with me? I’ve got shit to do, to you know, pay the fucking bills.” Tommy complains as he crosses his arms, quickly quieting when Schlatt turns with a withering glare.

“Oh, I’m sorry, am I asking too much of the great Tommy Innes? I didn’t realise you were the man of this household, think you know what’s best do you?” A beat of silence passes and Tommy turns his head downwards to the floor in fear. “Huh, do you? Do you?!” Schlatt shouts as he gestures towards the desk, his sparks of magic causing it to crash into the wall, books and candles falling in a heap around it, all the candles extinguishing with an unnoticeable gust of Tommy’s own magic.

His heart is beating so hard and fast he fears it may escape his chest. He’s suddenly grabbed by his shirt collar and lifted into the air, legs kicking desperately as sparks of magic that feel like surges of electricity flood his bloodstream. He grabs onto Schlatt’s arm, hoping to relieve the pressure and that he’ll be granted mercy.

“I’m sorry! I-I’m sorry! I don’t, I don’t!” He cries out in fear as terror clutches his heart and lungs, constricting his breathing, grasping onto the sleeve of Schlatt’s long sleeve shirt. A few more seconds pass before he’s dropped to the ground, Schlatt finding a cloth to wipe his hands with, “Fucking brat.” Tommy’s hands instinctively move towards his chest, hovering over his heart which is beating a mile a minute, as he sits hunched over on the dusty wooden floor.

‘Fucking prick.’ While trying to calm his racing heart, he fails to notice Schlatt opening the ancient book, pages flipping at high speeds with the assistance of his magic. He also fails to register the soft ‘ah-ha’ from the man once he finds the page he needs.

Finally, his heart calms and as he flicks his eyes upwards they meet with a dark swirling red pair. Darkness falls over the room, the remaining candles extinguishing as a harsh gust of wind enters through the now open window, curtains closing behind it. All that can be seen is the maroon eyes peering at the boy from the darkness, under-lit by the words on the page glowing a subtle gold.

Mumbled whispers fall from the man’s lips, too rushed to make sense in Tommy's muddled mind. Life surges into the small altar room, a wind with no source circling around, pulling books and candles alike around the room, soon moving to surround Tommy.

He finds himself trapped in a mini tornado of rushing magic, the crackling of it crashing into his ears igniting an ache all through his body. He hears a guttural scream before registering it as his own, backed by maniacal laughter coming from every corner of the room. He catches one last glimpse of Schlatt staring him down with a manic glint in his eyes before the world fades from his grip, and he is swallowed by the darkness.

#tommyinnit #philza minecraft #technoblade #wilbur soot #magic au #possessive behavior #sbi au #dream smp #found family #inspired by hocus pocus #dark sbi

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internetismydownfall · 5 days

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How to choose your boat mattress

Most times, when I am about to go on a boat voyage, I feel tempted to pull off my mattress from home into the boats. Why? Most of the beddings' boat-makers' install in click here boats are just very uncomfortable to sleep on, most especially in turbulent conditions.

Although boat builders are improving on the beddings they install in boats; most boat beddings still give about the same comfort as a mere foam placed over a wooden material base. In effect, these beddings are only useful for short term boat cruise/voyage.

With your boat constantly bobbing over the surface of the water, it will be challenging to get a good rest on a bad mattress, and this is a big reason why most people do not like prolong expeditions on boats.

The best way to end a nice day of boat cruise is a good night's sleep at your cabin, and to get a proper rest at all, you need good mattress/beddings.

Choosing the perfect mattress for your boat

You ought to feel very comfortable in your boats; why have things and feel pains? Most of you likely got some custom specs with your boats, and a custom mattress along with them won't be a bad idea. When choosing a boat for your mattress, there are few factors you have to consider.

The material of the mattress

The fabric material of a mattress is essential; It determines if the mattress will be hard or soft, absorbent or breathable, thick layers or thin layers, and other qualities.

The common materials that you can use for your boat mattress are Airbed, Innerspring, Latex, Foam, Open Coil, and Polyurethane. Cotton material is the most popular choice of mattress in boats because of its endearing properties.

Cotton is a breathable mattress; it allows good air circulation, which helps it to expel foul odours from sweat and moisture, and affordable.

Linen beddings are a strong complement to cotton mattresses; they practical to use and cozy. Its good thermo-properties will help you stay warm at night.

Eco-friendly materials are also becoming a popular choice among yacht owners, as they are softer and are hypoallergenic.

How firm do you like your mattress?

The firmness of your mattress determines how soft or hard your mattress feels to the body. While some sleepers (side sleepers) prefer soft beds, others (back/stomach sleepers) prefer firmer beds, but it purely depends on personal preferences.

Recall that almost everything on a boat is made of hard metals, and your boat will continue to sway on the ocean with the waves; therefore a soft or medium texture mattress will be best to cater to these effects and provide you with comfort.

The cost of the mattress

A custom mattress costs more than a standard mattress; finer features lead to higher costs. However, a boat mattress is a long-term investment on your boat, which means you need to decide carefully.

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aajjks · 3 months

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BC!JK

you raise one of your eyebrows “are you asking me to stay the night jungkook?” you ask after jungkook mentions that some of your stuff like your body wash, lotions, and other minor belongings were left here the last time you stayed with him. now that you think about it, you might’ve left a lot of your essentials here because all you did was pack your clothes, your charger, and left his home as quickly as you could.

you’re sure the only way he knows is because he went behind you to clean your stuff out but he never threw them away. it makes you wonder if he knew you’d come back to him someday and kept your stuff there just in case. or maybe he used them.

“i guess i could sleep in the guest room” you yawn “thanks, jungkook” you kiss your boyfriend on his cheek before telling him you’ll set an alarm to wake you up in an hour so you don’t end up sleeping the rest of the evening. funnily enough, bam is the one who tails behind you and you allow bam to join you for your nap leaving jungkook alone with sage.

you take your glasses off and place them on the nightstand and the moment you lay on the soft king sized bed, you were asleep, completely forgetting to set an alarm.

you slept from 3:15 to 5:30 and although you feel refreshed, you slept for more than an hour and you’re worried jungkook might be upset that you didn’t keep your word on setting your alarm.

when you look for bam, bam is nowhere to be found which means jungkook came to get him at some point. you groggily stretch your limbs and walk to the bathroom to run your fingers through your messy hair. after that, you leave the bedroom to locate jungkook, completely forgetting your glasses on the nightstand so anything too far is a blur but you don’t need your lenses to locate him.

“jungkook?” you say as you walk to the living room but he isn’t there. he’s not even in the kitchen. when you locate your phone to see if he texted you that he left, there’s nothing there.

“okay, jungkook this isn’t funny. where are you?” you call jungkook’s phone but no answer.

“what the hell? jungkook? jung—AAH!!” you shriek when jungkook comes behind you to scare you.

“jungkook!!! that was not funny!! you really scared me!! you know i get scared easily” you whine as he just laughs his ass off.

Its so much fun to catch you off guard, the way you react, he cannot stop scaring you, but he also doesn’t want you to get a heart attack right now you look like you almost got one.

Yet your boyfriend cannot stop laughing at your reaction. Why are you so adorable? You’re going to give him a heart attack with the adorable way of reacting to things someday, so Jungkook still laughing, like an idiot when he grabs you by the shoulders and hugs from behind. “I-It’s okay yn I am sorry I was in the bathroom, but when I heard you looking for me, I had this evil thought of scaring you from behind!” He is laughing, why are you so good?

OK he really needs to stop laughing before you break up with him. “Okay okay please don’t leave me but I’m gonna stop doing this.” he put his hands in a surrender manner. “Yn I’m actually glad that you had some sleep…. Good for you.” He takes your hand and guide you to his bedroom.

Yeah, bedroom to bedroom, nice.

“ why don’t you have dinner with me tonight? It’s just 6 PM right now so you should stay! It’s not like you have a child somewhere to take care of at home huh?” His humor is really dark and bad but you’ll have to get used to this.

“I actually left my child.” He jokes, and you gasp at that why are you so easy to GET?! “Yn you would be a great stepmother to him!” He continues to mess with you, man you’re so adorable.

He’s never gonna get tired of joking around with you and giving you many heart attacks in the most humorous way possible.

“He’s cute, he’s 4.”

#ask: bc!jk #😭😭😭😭😭

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pickupyourtears · 6 months

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Although boat builders are improving on the beddings they install in boats; most boat beddings still give about the same comfort as a mere foam placed over a wooden material base. In effect, How to choose your boat mattress Articles these beddings are only useful for short term boat cruise/voyage.

The best way to end a nice day of boat cruise is a good night's sleep at your cabin, and to get a proper rest at all, you need good mattress/beddings.

Choosing the perfect mattress for your boat You ought to feel very comfortable in your boats; why have things and feel pains? Most of you likely got some custom specs with your boats, and a custom mattress along with them won't be a bad idea. When choosing a boat for your mattress, there are few factors you have to consider.

The material of the mattress

The fabric material of a mattress is essential; It determines if the mattress will be hard or soft, absorbent or breathable, thick layers or thin layers, and other qualities.

Cotton is a breathable mattress; it allows good air circulation, which helps it to expel foul out doors from sweat and moisture, and affordable.

Linen beddings are a strong complement to cotton mattresses; they practical to use and cozy. Its good thermo-properties will help you stay warm at night.

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𓏲 ࣪₊diary entry : june fifteenth .ᐟ

finding the motivation to get back into a routine after not having one for so long can be extremely difficult, at least i have found myself struggling a great deal recently. no matter how desperate i am for a change in every aspect of my life, it’s so much easier to stay trapped within the bad habits that are holding me back — staying in bed all day, mindless scrolling for hours on end, comparing myself to every beautiful girl i come across on the internet, the list goes on. i’m so caught up in everyone else's lives that i am entirely forgetting to live and enjoy my own. i frequently tell myself change will come, things will get better, and i will become the person i've always dreamed of being, the person i've always been jealous of. but when? when will things get better? when will i stop pitying myself and actually do something about the parts of myself i want and need to see a change in?

i've come to realize the only answer is now. i can no longer keep waiting for a new day, week or month for a fresh start. i can no longer keep putting it off and letting my bad habits get the best of me. the only person i am hurting by doing so is myself. a transformation will only come if i start putting the effort in now. so that is exactly what i am here to do.

꒰ 📖 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

i think one of my biggest faults is i expect change to come overnight and that is just unrealistic. i shouldn't expect to do everything in the first day. it's extremely unrealistic to go from no set routine to adding in every desired step sucessfully in one day. it takes time and a great deal of patience. without patience, i have watched myself fail time and time again, crawling right back to the destructive habits i was trying to rid myself of in the first place. with that being said, it is important to remember there will be ups and downs, good days and bad. consistent and meaningful baby steps towards a bigger goal will make the most difference in the long run. so don't be too hard on yourself ( i’m saying to myself. . . )

. . . yesterday i had what would be considered a good day. i did my skincare first thing in the morning, took the time to make an extra nutritious breakfast, went for a mile long walk around my neighborhood, and did a bit of extra pampering by having a self care shower . . . while today, on the opposite complete end of the spectrum, i spent majority of my time either sleeping in bed or on the couch. now usually i would be very quick to get down on myself for being so ‘lazy’. but instead, i reminded myself days like this are just as necessary as the ‘productive’ days. i am not being lazy by allowing for rest — i am giving myself time to recharge and rejuvenate — something quite vital for everyone’s mind and body.

. . .

⌗ °. •♡ affirmations to use 𓂃

i give myself permission to relax .

i am taking care of my wellbeing by resting .

it is okay to take a break .

i deserve to rest .

rest and relaxation is productive .

i am kind and gentle with myself .

i trust my body to take care of me .

. . .

it is not just okay, but essential that you listen to your body when it’s telling you it needs rest. and when you feel this , take the day to nourish yourself in more gentle and relaxing ways : watch a comfort movie / show , take a much needed nap , have a warm cup of tea or a cozy meal , listen to your favorite music , cuddle a pet ( or stuffed animal :3 ) , and overall just relax. do things that don’t take as much energy as let’s say working out or cleaning the whole house, but still allow to keep your mind at ease and away from the potentially ‘dark place’ you may otherwise go to. ( which for me personally is social media :< )

. . . not being so hard on yourself is a crucial way to keep yourself motivated, inspired, and in high spirits while attempting to stay focused on a goal. and for me right now, one of the top things i am working on in order to keep myself in a more positive light throughout my journey this time around. here’s hoping it goes well . . .

xoxo, meg 💌

#𐐪♡︎₊˚ dear diary 𓂃 #personal

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Tips For Studying Effectively

I have always found that the key to studying effectively is not simply to put in time, but also to have a plan of attack. The following are some tips and tricks I've learned over the years that can help you become an effective student:

Set study goals for each day.

Setting goals for each day is a great way to keep yourself motivated and on track. Setting small, realistic goals will help you get through the day without feeling overwhelmed by what's left to do. For example: "I will read one chapter in my textbook today." If you have time left over at the end of the day, then great! You can use it for more studying or go do something else that interests you. But if not? That's okay too!

Setting daily study goals allows me flexibility in my schedule without letting myself down by making promises I can't keep (like "I'll spend all day studying"). It also keeps my attention focused on what needs done right now--what's most urgent--instead of worrying about everything else later down the road when it might not matter as much anymore."

Make a clear distinction between studying and procrastinating.

There is a difference between studying and procrastinating, so it's important to make that distinction.

Studying is a good thing. It means you are practicing and learning new things, which will help you in the future. You can be studying anything from math problems to how to properly use social media for your business. There's no such thing as "too much" studying!

Procrastinating is not good at all--it wastes precious time that could be spent doing something else (like watching Netflix). It's also bad because it makes people feel guilty when they finally get around to doing their work...and then they don't get anything done anyway!

Make your study area comfortable and inviting--but not too comfortable.

Your study area should be comfortable and inviting, but not too comfortable. A good way to ensure this is by avoiding your bed or couch as a place to study. If you're lying down and relaxed, it's easy for your mind to wander away from what you're doing and start thinking about other things (like how great it would feel if only I could get some sleep).

Another thing that can help keep your mind focused on studying is limiting yourself from using other distractions like TV or video games while working on an assignment at home.

Create a checklist to ensure you're covering everything on your syllabus.

You can create a checklist to ensure you're covering everything on your syllabus. Checklists help you to stay focused and organized, which is essential for studying effectively. This can be especially useful when first starting out with a new subject or course, as it will allow you to track your progress as well as make sure that all bases are covered.

Eliminate distractions like phones and video games when you're studying.

When you're studying, it's important to eliminate distractions. This means that you shouldn't study in a public place or a place where there are too many people around. It also means that you should avoid studying in a quiet environment, since this can make it harder for your brain to focus on the task at hand and tune out the sounds of other people in the background.

The best place to study is somewhere where there aren't any other people around who might distract you from what needs done--but even then, if someone does come into view while trying to focus on your studies (for example: if someone walks by outside), try not letting them catch your eye so as not being distracted by what they're doing or saying!

Put in the time upfront in order to save time later on.

The first step to studying effectively is to put in the time upfront. The more you put in now, the less you will have to do later on.

The best way to illustrate this principle is with an example: let's say that it takes you one hour of studying today, but two hours tomorrow. If this continues over several days or weeks, then eventually all those hours add up and become a lot of wasted time spent studying without any results!

Notopedia is here to help you with your studies. We offer free mock exercises, study videos and tests, so you can better prepare for your next exam.

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jupitermelichios · 3 years

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So I’ve been playing a lot of skyrim lately, because it’s video game comfort food, and I decided it was time for my Redguard Dovahkiin to settle down. (Actually I specifically just wanted to be able to adopt some of the random orphans you meet because I felt guilty about them, but you need to be married before you can do that so that there’s someone at home to take care of the kids while you’re off galivanting).

So I travelled around a bit, chatting up likely looking npcs until I found one I both liked and didn’t feel guilty about marrying (I feel bad if I marry one of the warrior adventurer types, making them be a stay at home mum) and settled on an obnoxiously cheerful argonian called Shavee because her life was frankly shit, and I thought she’d probably be good with kids.

So off I go to Riften to the Temple of Mara to arrange the wedding. I book it in for the next day, realise I didn’t bring anything nice to wear, and spend the night before the wedding robbing every house in the city in the search for something to wear. Eventually decide everyone in Riften has terrible fashion sense and break down everything I stole into raw materials and use them to craft myself an outfit and some jewellery that i’m pretty happy with. I even carefully pick out my fanciest looking sword to wear.

(don’t know why I bothered, frankly, shavee turned up wearing a shirt covered in suspicious stains and weilding a pickaxe, it’s like she doesn’t even care about this marriage)

(also for comedy purposes, bear in mind I play with survival mods that mean my character needs to eat and sleep to live, and I literally spent the entire ingame night on this and forgot to eat and drink anything either and then just downed four bowls of wolf stew right before entering the temple so I didn’t starve during the ceremony. also I discovered during the wedding that I am dying of rockjoint, which I contracted from sleeping in a pile of hay on the floor of a skeever infested cave, so even being six foot tall and jacked can’t make up for the fact that I am exhausted, running a fever, and probably covered in wolf which I spilled because my joints are slowly atrophying, and even the fanciest clothes in the world aren’t going to cover that up)

so I enter the temple, and my finance is there, and Lydia my housecarl, and some random NPCs the game thinks are my friends because I did fetch quests for them

One of the random NPCs is Lisbet. Atfter I did her fetch quest, I then did another quest in which I discovered Lisbet is secretly a cannibal and part of a demonic cult that worships the daedric prince of decay by kidnapping priests, sacrificing them, and then eating their corpses. Raw. I think the raw meat is the sticking point for me here honestly.

I ultimately decided not to sacrifice the random priest to a daedric prince in exchange for one magic ring and all the raw human I could eat, because frankly, that doesn’t sound like much of a deal to me. I was expecting there to be some kind of dialogue choice where I could nope out at the last minute, but it turns out there isn’t one, so after they drugged the priest and tied him to the altar, I just got out my sword and started swinging.

I killed most of the cult (including the town butcher, because I had brought meat from him before and was extremely pissed off that he might have been secretly feeding me humans) but a couple of them got away, which I figured was fine because they weren’t trying to kill me.

Except it turns out, if any of them escape, then every time you see them in the future there’s a random chance that they’ll fly into a violent rage and try and murder you.

Lisbet is at my wedding. Lisbet decides that clearly me marrying this random argonian woman with two lines of dialogue is the happiest day of my life, and she cannot allow me that happiness, when I’ve taken so much from her.

So she tries to kill me. Only she can’t, because I’m stuck in a pre-rendered wedding animation, and also she’s sitting next to Lydia, my faithful retainer and owner of a really big axe.

It also turns out that Lisbet is essential, meaning she can be knocked unconcious but not actually killed because she’s needed for some quest or other. And the minute she wakes up from unconciousness, she tries to kill me again, so Lydia knocks her unconcious again, and I’m stuck, I can’t move, because I’m supposed to be in the wedding animation.

Except Shavee has, not unreasonably, see all this and decided that she doesn’t like me enough to risk getting murdered, and has done a runner, leaving me at the altar, but more importantly, leaving me trapped in a broken pre-rendered animation, so all I can do is stand there at the altar, staring at the space where my fiance was supposed to be, listening to the sounds of Lydia trying and failing to beat a cannibal to death behind me.

Okay, I think, clearly this wedding isn’t going to happen, I’m going to go for the registry office option and complete the wedding using the dev commands. I do this. The priest gives me a wedding ring, and I can finally move again. I chase after Shavee, who has an impressive turn of speed on her, and eventually catch up right by the city gates. I try to talk to her.

Apparently using the console has completed the wedding for me, but not for her, because she still only has the same 2 lines of dialogue she usually has.

Clearly this is working, I can’t leave my kids with someone who can only say 2 things and doesn’t even know she’s their mum, that’s irresponsible.

I try loading from inside the temple. I get the same problem.

Eventually I figure out that I need to use the dev controls to disable Lisbet’s entire existence in the universe.

Shavee and me get married. As the priest reads the vows, I stare at Shavee and wonder why she couldn’t even be bothered to put on a clean shirt. I wonder what kind of mother she’ll be.

Once the ceremony is over, and I’m happily married to the dirty green lizard of my dreams, and we’ve agreed that until I can make her recognise my extremely nice modded house exists I will share her single bed in the unheated flophouse in Windhelm she calls home, I re-enable Lisbet, because I’m worried I’ll forget if I leave it too long.

Fun fact about skyrim, it loads in quite a lot of npcs and objects by dropping them from the sky. I have no idea why this is the case, but it’s objectively the funniest way to load in objects.

I re-enable Lisbet. She falls from the sky, clips through the roof of the temple, and lands in the pew beside Lydia, stands up, draws a knife, and is immedately beaten unconcious.

I no longer care, because Shavee now has all the exciting new spouse-only romantic dialogue options like “Could you cook something for me” and “have you made any money lately”, and I know she’ll be a great mother.

I limp to the door of the temple, while around me the guests not involved in the Lydia-Lisbet murder cycle scream and duck for cover.

I open the door to the temple, immediately collapse and ragdoll down the steps, which is how I discover I am dying of rockjoint.

I limp to the orphanage down the street, adopt two kids, and then finally remember that I’m carrying garlic bread, which as we all know, cures all known illnesses.

When I emerge back into the street, full of the joys of motherhood and garlic bread, I find the town in disaray. Lydia is chasing Lisbet through the streets with an axe and a dragon is circling overhead, burning npcs to death. People are running for shelter, screaming, while the guards try to take down an entire dragon using only the worst bows and arrows in the game.

I decide that as a parent, I have to think of my own safety first and leave them to it.

I head out of the city, intent on returning home and figuring out why Shavee refuses to move in with me. A man hanging around the stables challenges me to a boxing match. For want of anything better to do, I agree.

Halfway through the fight he dodges at the wrong moment and I punch one of his horses in the head.

Two guards attack me while I desperately try to surrender. My kids will miss me, but I’m prepared to go to jail for my horse crimes, I’m an honest citizen. Also my horse crimes seem somewhat less important than the dragon.

The guards refuse to accept my surrender. I am stabbed to death. As I collapse in front of the indifferent horse, Lisbet exits the city, followed by Lydia. The last thing I see before I die is Lydia swinging her axe at Lisbet’s face.

#skyrim #spoilers #technically #although this game is a decade old and we all own at least two versions of it at this point #so i'm not sure it counts #long post

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linguisticloud · 2 years

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home, sweet home | miya atsumu x fem! reader

summary: atsumu never thought he'd love anything more than going to a volleyball game, until you got married and now his most-awaited moment is to come home to you

genre: fluff, domestic

warnings: none

notes: so, mr. atsumu miya has been living on my mind rent-free for the past days and since i also had a crappy week, what better than another self-indulgent au to feel better... i hope you also enjoy it and feel comforted by it<3

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ ⋆ ࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑ ˖ ࣪ ٬ ุ๋ ⸱

the night weighed upon the sky, bringing out several stars that were barely seen due to the bright city lights. the air was fresh and it smelled like christmas already, which made atsumu miss you even more.

he had played the last game on his schedule before winter break but thanks to the cold you've catched some days before, you had to stay home. it wasn't that serious, but with the freezing weather and the bad headaches you got, staying home was the best option. needless to say, he was bummed.

he loved when you went to cheer him up on games, wearing his t-shirt and shouting his name at the top of your lungs; in fact, you were the only one allowed to break the silence-serve rule since your voice always gave him that extra boost of strength and focus to do his best.

so, to think that on his last game he wouldn't be able to hear you, to see you on the public, to hug you after, made his heart hurt. but what made him feel worse was having to leave you alone at home while sick.

"tsumu, i assure you i'm not going to die from a cold" you laughed as you helped him pack the last essentials in his suitcase.

"still, i don't wanna leave if you're sick! who's going to take care of you if i'm away?" he answered with an unconscious pout on his face, sitting on the edge of the bed and hugging your waist.

"i think i can manage well on my own, babe" you let out a giggle as you hug you husband's head, stroking his platinum blonde curls. you turned downwards to face him and your heart dropped when you saw the pure worry on his eyes.

"i don't doubt that, love, but...i feel bad for not staying here with you." he said, bringing you closer to him. "you're always there for me yet i can never reciprocate, i should be here on these times, holding you, making you tea, stealing food from my brother's restaurant to share with you..."

you smiled, it made you happy to see how much atsumu cared about you but it made your heart ache to think he felt like he wasn't there enough. you knew there'd be times when he would be away, his job was like that, but it didn't matter because as much as you missed him, you knew he was coming back home to you.

"babe, it's okay, you can pamper me when you come back" you assured him, sitting beside him. "i love watching you do what you love, even if it makes us be apart some times, i don't mind because i get to spend my entire life with you."

atsumu's eyes lighted up, as if he had just remembered you two had a whole future in front of you and the softest grin painted his features. and just like that, after peppering you with kisses, you finished packing and sent him away at the doorstep, not before meeting an overexcited bokuto who was driving them to the stadium.

and so, after winning the game and returning on the team's bus to the stadium, all that atsumu could think about was what were you doing at the moment, if you were asleep, if you felt better. his tired body waiting to rest while holding you.

the drive home seemed eternal somehow, even though bokuto was a fast driver, atsumu felt he took forever to move forward. but finally, after twenty minutes that seemed like hours, he finally arrived to the apartment you shared. he opened the door, took off his shoes and walked softly into the living room, careful to not wake you up in case you were already asleep.

but you weren't, how could you sleep when you missed your husband, especially after watching the game and not being able to tell him how great he was right away.

"babe! welcome back!" you greeted him curled up with a blanket on the couch, with the tv still on the sports channel. "you did such a great job, i'm always amazed at how good you are" a big grin on your face, heart filled with pride for you husband.

atsumu thought he couldn't love you more than he did already but at that moment he knew he had been wrong all along, because watching you all red-nosed and droopy-eyed with a sleepy smile while wearing his t-shirt, made his heart flutter so peacefully, making him feel like nothing was wrong in the world.

without a word, he stepped closer and leaned in to kiss you, his lips missing yours more than usual and as he cupped your face with both of his hands, he gave you the most tender kiss. time seemed to stop.

"did you eat? are you hungry? i made some soup earlier and saved you some" you smiled as you tried to get up but the blonde didn't let you.

"oh no, miss, you're not getting up from here" he said as he softly sat you down again.

"but–"

"no buts, you stay here while i make you some tea so you can relax while i shower and then we head straight to bed because you need to rest." atsumu continued, as he wrapped you entirely with the blanket. "it's my time to pamper you."

"but i already feel a lot better! i slept a lot today" you laughed "plus, you must be tired after such game...how about we watch a christmas movie together instead?"

"for now, sleep it is, so both of us can rest" he answered leaving a kiss on your forehead "you said we had a whole life to spend together, so as soon as you recover, i'll watch as many christmas movies with you as you want." he winked walking towards the kitchen.

"using my own weapons against me, i see" you answered as you squinted your eyes at him, unable to hide your smile.

"lemon-honey or mint tea?" atsumu asked, already starting to boil water.

"i'd rather have a cup of coffee, you know?"

"lemon-honey it is." he said completely ignoring your comment.

"i hate you"

"i love you too!"

the laugh from you two echoed through the apartment, the warmth from the heating unit filling up the space and the fuzzy blanket taking away the chills you'd get. and even though all of that made you feel warm, what made you feel cozier and safer, was knowing the man of your dreams, your best friend and the love of your life was there with you.

on the other hand, atsumu couldn't believe how lucky he was, for being able to spend the rest of his days with you, his soulmate; for being able to return home to you.

#miya atsumu #haikyuu #haikyuu au #haikyuu x you #atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #atsumu drabble #atsumu x you #haikyuu fluff #linguisticloud #fanfiction #anime au #haikyuu!!#atsumu miya

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solomonish · 3 years

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Way To Go MC, You’ve Allowed Yourself to be Poisoned (Demon Brothers)

CW for: descriptions of food and eating, brief descriptions of choking-like symptoms. (mainly in the intro, though the individual stories mention coughing, (light) blood and fainting). there will be talk of food and keeping an eye on what is being eaten in the individual character stories as well.

Ahh thank you nonnie! I got tired and stopped at the demon brothers but I’ll finish the nowdateables later if you want! Which let’s be real, I’ll probably do soon because I wanna write for Solomon lol

I hope you like it!

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It started off like any other night, with you grabbing a seat at the dinner table as the last of the food was placed in the middle. Someone beside you took your plate and gave you your portion for you, smiling at your murmur of thanks as they set it down. You waited until the last person, Levi, sat down, smiling at him as he muttered something about finishing a level to nobody in particular.

The moment you ate your first bite of food, something felt...off. Your tongue was tingling the slightest bit and you swore you could feel an uncomfortable heat follow the food as it slid down your throat. Thinking it was just a weird Devildom spice - after all, you’ve been here for how long? and nothing has happened yet? - you take another bite and immediately regret it.

Though such a food was no big deal for demons, it was powerful enough to knock you out of your chair and hunch over, grabbing your stomach as you cough forcefully in a desperate attempt to get the food out. Your insides were burning, your airways closing in and your chest crying out in pain the more you coughed. Soon enough, tears clouded your vision, and though you could hear the chaos around you, the only thing you could focus on was what felt like fire burning you from the inside out.

When you start coughing:

The moment you let out a little cough, his eyes are on you curiously. It’s just a remnant of the days when you were still so new to it all: the fragile little human makes a strange noise, be prepared to save a life.

He almost let his eyes fall from you, but he noticed that you weren’t stopping. It wasn’t the first time you had caused a scene at dinner, saying something afterwards about it “going down the wrong tube.” Still, this seemed...different.

When you fall off of your chair, he’s out of his before you even hit the ground. He’s kneeling by your side a second later, trying to tilt your head towards him so he can fully understand what is happening.

He finally realizes that you aren’t just choking and this is much more urgent when the blood starts coming out of your mouth.

He takes his attention away from you for a moment to ask who cooked dinner, and the brothers promptly rat out Mammon.

Though Lucifer is clearly agitated at that, he decides to lecture later and instead ask what Mammon put in the dish. Everyone erupts at once about halfway through because “How could you have forgotten what that will do to a human??”

That’s the last thing you remember for yourself - whether from the poison itself or being unable to breath through all your coughing, you passed out fairly quickly afterwards

Taking care of you afterwards:

Lucifer isn’t the type to panic in the moment. He’s very accustomed to taking the lead and having everything under control.

That’s in the moment, though. When he has Satan mix up the remedial potion, he’s fine, checking over you and keeping his brothers a safe distance away while he makes sure you’re still breathing. Once you’re safely in bed, brothers having been banned from your room until at least morning, and he’s the only one left lingering in the doorway, that’s when it all begins to set in.

There’s less regret and more general uncertainty in these moments - it starts with him wondering if he should really leave you alone, and soon enough it spirals into him reminding himself just how careful he needs to be with you in the Devildom. (And really, after taking charge of seven demon lords on accident, isn’t it just like you to get killed by a spicy leaf? Honestly, he should’ve known better.)

Once you finally do wake up, he tries to act like his normal “down to business” self - “I’ve told my brothers they are not to overwhelm you today, though we both know how that will go. I’ve made Leviathan figure out what bland foods are safe for humans, you’ll have to take it easy for now as your stomach is still irritated. Let me know immediately if you feel woozy or nauseous for any reason-” He prattles on and on, and though you’ve stopped paying attention you can still feel the softness in his tone

He tries to be gentle with you, and you have to remind him that you were just poisoned, not bedridden for months. Sometimes he’ll shoot you a glare and try to justify himself by saying it’s just like you to make another foolish mistake, but others he just won’t say anything and will keep the hand he has placed on your lower back “for safety”

Firmly believes in establishing as many preventative measures to keep this from happening again, so the next few weeks are going to be....a lot.

Sets up an alarm so he can remind you every lunch not to pick any of the “not safe for humans” options. Probably also gets you a seat in a class that goes over poisonous plants in the Devildom.

Do not try to skip this. It’s easier for everyone if you just let him ease his mind how he likes.

When you start coughing:

At first, Mammon assumes that you just heard the joke he made and (naturally) started laughing so hard your weird little human body couldn’t take it

So essentially, you start choking and he starts laughing at you thinking you’re laughing together

That all stops the moment you fall out of your chair and double over, suddenly dry heaving on the floor.

He sort of short-circuits for a second, not entirely sure what to do until one of the more knowledgeable brothers stoops down beside you

They tell him to just keep your airways clear and make sure you’re still breathing while they go to get the elixir they need, and he does. It’s one of the few times they see him so serious - he just doesn’t want to mess up, so he doesn’t focus on any of their comments or bite back

(”Gee, Mammon’s actually stepping up for once” “Yeah, too bad he was the one that poisoned them in the first place”)

(Lucifer: he WHAT)

Taking care of you afterwards:

Mammon is usually the first thing you see in the morning, so that doesn’t come as a surprise. What does surprise you is how quiet he’s being.

When you sit up and groggily ask, “Is something wrong?” (barely getting the words through your swollen lips) he is torn between trying to say something smooth (”N-not now that you’re okay!! not that i care....”) or calling you a dumb human. So instead he just stares at you

Eventually you can get it out of him what happened, and it explains why your face feels like it had been burned and your stomach feels gross

Mammon says he’s going to come up with a surefire way to protect you so nothing like this ever happens again, but his version of protecting you is sticking by your side 24/7 and he already does that so?

You’re the one that’s going to have to take the lead. Make a list of common ingredients that are SUPER deadly to humans and make sure you both have one for reference

Soon enough, though, he figures out how he can help you without your guidance and you catch him pointing out what’s safe without you having to ask

He follows you to the lunch line and examines the clear plastic boxes until he can point out a few human-safe options. He’ll bend to whisper in your ear in line at some fast-food joint. If you’re not sure, he’ll be the first to ask before you even remember that’s something you should be doing anyway.

He’ll even try to make dishes he thinks you’ll like without the poisonous ingredient! Sometimes it takes a few tries but if he wants you to try something with him, he WILL make it himself

When it comes to you, Mammon really will give you the best care he can. Sometimes he just needs that extra push to think things through.

(And if this wasn’t a push. a hard shove. over a cliff. into shark infested waters)

(don’t do this again, mc. his demon heart can’t take it)

When you start coughing:

Levi has never mentioned how his brother don’t normally speak much to him at dinner and he’s just learned to be highly attuned to you. He notices a lot of little things you do, and is normally the first to realize when you’re choking or something.

That’s why, when you start coughing this time, he is the first one to panic. He knows that that isn’t a normal cough, he just doesn’t know what to do about it.

He looks down at his plate and realizes what’s on it, something he cries out right when you fall to the ground, clutching your stomach. You’re on the other side of the table and his brothers are already crowding around you, so Levi doesn’t get to see the blood and can only hear your coughing.

When your coughing gets weaker as you faint, he freaks. the. fuck. out. Did you die?? Even as he tries to look over his brother’s shoulders, he can’t get a good grasp of what happened until somebody tells him.

(It doesn’t matter much though. He’s still stuck in a loop of wondering what he could’ve done if he had gotten to dinner sooner, if he had managed to score a coveted seat next to you, if he had just looked at his plate or offered to take over for Mammon...)

Taking care of you afterwards:

You wake up in your bed and Lucifer is the one who comes in, asking you how you feel and if you’re up to classes to die.

Being poisoned sure does take a lot out of you, so you ask to stay. Lucifer gives a quick nod and warns you not to shirk your duties, wishing you a fast recovery and letting you know that (human safe) food has been set aside specifically for you.

You doze off soon after (hey, a sick day may as well be spent sleeping in, right?) and when you wake up, somebody else is there, looking at you with inquisitive orange eyes and nearly scaring you half to death.

When you scream, he screams, backing up into your dresser and knocking some of the things off of it.

“I-I’m sorry-! I was just- told to check up on you- just in c-case....I’ll leave now!”

Boy’s gonna make you chase after him when you’re basically sick smh

If you go to his room and demand to be let in, he will - and he’ll let you stay under the guise of “well if you have to check on me every hour it’ll be less of a hassle if I just stay here...”

You won’t be able to get him to say he feels guilty for letting this happen, but when you pick up on the signs ensure him that he’s doing fine taking care of you. HIs cool room helps soothe your mouth (which is still a little irritated), and you’re honored he has an alarm set to check up on you

You know he’s feeling better about it all when an alarm goes off and he just asks “Hey you good?” and he chuckles a little bit when you respond “Hold on I gotta check my own pulse....... yeah i think i’m good”

Overall he is worried but he doesn’t know how to communicate it? So it’s a lot of quick, worried glances and double checking nutrition facts on packages before he hands them to you.

He kind of leaves you to your own devices, but he does send you worried glances every now and then until you’re recovered. He also makes it a point, when Mammon’s on dinner duty, to tell him exactly how he prepared the meal, though you don’t know if it’s for your sake or just to bother him. Probably both.

When you start coughing:

Satan has taken to leaving his books in his room for most dinner and talks to you in their place, so he notices what’s in the dish pretty quickly.

However, the second step of realizing what it could do to a human doesn’t quite hit him until you’re already on your second bite.

He reaches out to grab your wrist anyway, watching you cough while also staring at him in confusion. As he watches your face redden and your mouth swell, you take your wrist from his grasp and cover your mouth with your hand.

He’s the one who knows what to do, so he appoints someone to keep and eye on you while he runs (yes, runs, but he’ll act all cool about it if his brothers bring it up later) to his room to get some potion that’ll (hopefully) negate the effects

(Don’t let him hear me say this but) he’s similar to Lucifer in that he’s very level-headed when it happens - somebody needs to be focused on the cure when some of his more dramatic brothers are screaming (looking at you, Mammon and Asmo)

Taking care of you afterwards:

Satan might be the best at taking care of you, but he’s probably also the least fun.

Once he realized a while ago how fragile a human could be (and that he was interested in actually keeping you alive rather than just watching how long it takes for something to hurt you), he put in an effort to read up on how to help a poisoned human in the Devildom.

He knows how you must be feeling, and he offers you soothing teas or even a (human safe!) numbing lip balm to help you out.

(He finds great pleasure in how ridiculous you look, now that the danger’s passed - though he won’t tell you outright, you can tell it by the amused grin he isn’t even trying to hide)

Don’t be surprised if you catch him eyeing your plates of food for a while after the incident, and any time you catch him in the act he’ll look at you, take a drink out of the nearest cup and lift his eyebrows in a weird little acknowledgment that he’s been caught before saying “It looks tasty.”

Overall, he’s the standard amount of worried? Even though he will take every opportunity to tease you about how you looked afterwards or how feeble you are to be taken down by something so small (jokingly), he won’t ever get out of the habit of double checking your food to make sure it doesn’t happen again.

When you start coughing:

Asmodeus eyes you warily when you start coughing, but continues with his entertaining until you hit the ground.

He’s by your side in an instant, hands hovering over you as if he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself (he doesn’t).

He doesn’t remember calling for Satan, but Satan is the one who kneels by you, so maybe he does? His focus is on you and deciding on something he can do to help.

This ends up shielding your face, puffy and a mess from your tears and retching, from the others who are all peering over at you in concern. He knows it’s not the most pressing detail, but he figures that maybe he can preserve your dignity a little bit, no?

He follows the action with his hands covering his mouth nervously, watching as they have to force a potion down your throat now that you’re unconscious. He’s allowed to stay by you once they determine that you’re safe since he normally doesn’t cause too much of a fuss - not when he looks as pale and miserable as he does now, anyway.

Taking care of you afterwards:

He’s not too experienced in the healthcare field, but boy does he know self care! He knows how to get your skin feeling less gross after the rather...irritable reaction it had and the best way to rest is if you feel totally physically relaxed, right?

For a while, if your stomach still feels like it’s churning or you’re otherwise unfocused, he’s the first to defend you from anybody who thinks you’re overreacting.

Also makes sure nobody outside of the house knows how...unsightly of an ordeal it was. He isn’t shaming you internally or anything, but he’d loathe to have such an unpretty picture in people’s heads when you’ve been nothing but showstopping the whole time beforehand!

Will make sure to grab a seat across from you juuust before you take a bite for a while. It doesn’t matter if he’s across the room in the middle of a story or if you’re at a cafe with someone else and he’s still home. You’ll find him sliding in wordlessly to the seat across from you and watching you intently, making sure you’re eating something that isn’t going to burn you from the inside out.

Has multiple websites bookmarked on his D.D.D. that tell him what is poisonous to you and makes sure YOU are aware of what you’re putting inside your body before you eat it. He seems to genuinely think you’ll forget to save yourself from such a life-threatening situation, but the pout he gives you when you try to get him to stop is enough to convince you to live with it.

When you start coughing:

When you start coughing, he reaches over and starts patting your back absently in the way that usually helps.

He notices the way you grasp onto the table in an attempt to keep yourself up, coughing into your other hand as it gets worse by the second. When you almost slip off, he reaches out to catch you before you hit to floor

Is ready to do the Heimlich when one of his brothers stops him because 1) he’d probably snap you in half, and 2) that’s not what’s happening

He watches blankly as Satan approaches him, laying you down gently as instructed. That’s probably worse, watching you writhe on the floor like that.

He’s the one instructed to help hold you down so they can feed you the potion cure. He wants to hold your hand but it’s covered in blood, and he doesn’t want to risk loosening his grip on you and you somehow spilling it.

Taking care of you afterwards:

He’s the one most shaken up about the whole ordeal, I’d think? While the others are definitely worried he’s the one that has the BIGGEST problem with the feeling of helplessness so I think it would bring back some memories

He definitely keeps a watchful eye over you until you can tell him coherently that you’re okay, and even then he’s still treating you like porcelain for a short while

He can’t help it! Any time he’s reminded of just how frail you can be (and how unexpectedly something horrible can happen) he just...needs a few gentle moments to collect his thoughts.

Does NOT want you even looking at anything that has that plant in it (or anything else poisonous for that matter). Will straight up eat an entire dish from the pan if you give it a glance that he thinks means you’re thinking about eating it. He can usually get away with it since that’s similar to what he already does, but every now and then you see the look in his eyes and wonder if there’s something more to it

He’ll warn you in the future if he knows something is poisonous, but if you’re trying something new he’ll automatically ask you “Can you eat that?” If he doesn’t know, he can at least remind you to check for yourself.

When you start coughing:

Very few things can snap Belphegor out of a drowsy dinner stupor. You suddenly falling on the floor and coughing your insides out is one of the things that can.

If his brothers weren’t so concerned with you, they’d have a few quips about how quickly he startled awake

The first thing he does is dart his eyes back to the table, where he quickly realizes that they just inadvertently poisoned you. When he turns back, it seems the others have already come to that conclusion and someone is running off to help you

He knows that he doesn’t have much to offer in terms of help, but he will tear somebody (Mammon) away from you and kneel next to Beel.

He keeps himself under control by comforting Beel as he holds you down.

There’s definitely a sick feeling in his stomach, something familiar about you lying on the floor and bleeding that he doesn’t like. He pretends to be averting his eyes at the sight of them forcing a potion down your throat and not some regrettable memory.

Taking care of you afterwards:

You wake up and Belphie is curled up next to you in your bed. Nobody else is in the house and it’s 3 PM. You feel gross and you can’t reach your phone to actually confirm what time it is and you have no idea what the fuck is going on until he wakes up

Which he does, after you poke and prod him enough and he’s very grumpy about it

“yeesh, you get poisoned and suddenly you think you’re the princess of the devildom”

“I get WHAT”

Definitely is planning to get Mammon back tenfold

He tries to act nonchalant about it but he does keep waking up ever few hours and lifts his head to like. check that you’re good for the first day or so.

Sometimes he gets this sad look in his eyes and you have to smooth his hair back and reassure him that everything’s okay. It works a little but if he thinks he can trick you by pretending to sleep and then steal a few moments where he can Brood on his own while STILL cuddled up next to you, he will.

Suddenly takes an interest in what you’re eating. Every day. Every meal.

He doesn’t go to check on you but he does text you a few minutes before lunch or if you’re getting dinner somewhere other than the house “What are you planning on eating?”

Gets real huffy if you don’t give him a straight answer. Usually will respond with a “Whatever don’t get yourself almost killed again”

If you decide to get cheeky and answer “Probably straight poison, like right out of the mysterious bottle with a skull on it” he will just say “ugh, sounds like you. have fun.”

“...”

“...seriously, don’t do that mc.”

he sets alarms to wake up so he can make sure you don’t ingest literal poison be a little nice to him please

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eminems-skittles · 2 years

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come back to me [rick flag x reader]

rick flag x fem!reader warnings: angst word count: 0.7k prompt: “come back to me. i’m tired of seeing you in the shadows, but never in the light. please.”

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

it was always the dead of night whenever rick rolled in. the world was always quiet, the buzz of the streetlights being the only noise to fill the deafening silence.

y/n’s thoughts were racing, screaming in the confines of her mind as she waited for rick to get back. thoughts of what could have gone wrong on the case or what could have went right. she didn’t know everything about task force x except for the need to know. she only knew what waller (and rick) allowed her to know. rick tried to shield as much of it from her as possible even though she was an essential part of the squad as well. he didn’t want her to know about missions he went on without her.

y/n couldn’t even remember the last time she saw rick in the sunlight. she always saw just the faint outline of his face as he crawled into bed. she couldn’t remember the last real conversation they had outside of their shared bed.

the thought alone brought tears to y/n’s eyes just as she heard the familiar sound of rick’s keys opening the door to their shared apartment. she stayed in bed as she waited to hear his footsteps come towards their room.

the door creaked open before shutting soon after. y/n felt rick’s prescence before she felt his lips ghost over her cheek bone.

“hi baby,” he whispered in her ear before leaving to go change. he must’ve thought she was asleep. hell, she should’ve been asleep given the ungodly hour of the night it was. but her thoughts, and the lack of her boyfriend, had kept her awake for hours and days on end. wordlessly, y/n pulled herself out of bed and padded over to the bathroom where rick was brushing his teeth. she wrapped her arms around his torso, leaning on his back. “oh hey. thought you were asleep.”

“can’t sleep when you’re not here,” y/n mumbled. he knew that she had trouble with nightmares and sleeping in general and that him being even in the same room as him would calm her down. which is why it killed him every time he had to leave on a mission. he set down his toothbrush before turning around and wrapping his arms around her. y/n looked up at him with a tired smile. “missed you.”

“i missed you too,” rick whispered. he pulled y/n close to him, hugging her tighter.

“rick?” y/n’s voice was weak, tired, as she spoke.

“hm?”

“why don’t we both take some time off? we can take a few days off and just relax.”

“i don’t know, baby. who’s going to lead the missions? waller needs us to run the squad,” rick said.

“bullshit,” y/n exclaimed, pushing away from rick. “she doesn’t need us. she uses us to do her dirty work while holding things over our heads. and she can find other people do it.”

“i know but still-”

“are you really prioritizing some stupid mission over us? come on, rick. think about it. you’ve been on mission after mission for the past three months. i only see you at night and at the ass crack of dawn when one of us leaves for the next one. please rick. come back to me. i’m tired of seeing you in the shadows, but never in the light. please.” y/n had tears rolling down her cheeks now.

rick sighed. he knew she was right. he wrapped his arms around her again, attempting to calm her down “okay baby, i’ll talk to waller first thing tomorrow morning, okay?”

“okay,” y/n said weakly. “i’m sorry for yelling. i just really need you here with me instead of saving the world. just for a little bit.”

“it’s okay. i know how hard this has been for you. i’m sorry i let it get this bad,” rick whispered. he brushed strands of hair out of y/n’s face, rubbing away tears as he went. “let’s get to bed yeah? no need to worry about it right now. we can just spend the rest of the night with each other, yeah?”

“yeah,” y/n whispered back. she clung to rick for dear life, determined to keep him with her as long as she possibly could.

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homerforsure · 3 years

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Whumptober No. 6 Bruises / Touch Starved / Hunger Whumptober No. 30 major character death / left for dead / ghosts

Me: I can’t believe I have to post this absolutely incomprehensible piece of writing.

Me: You don’t... have to?

Me: No, I’m gonna.

Buck has an exceptional number of pillows on his bed. There are six, before he knocks a few to the floor every night, and he burrows into them like a nest, curling up with one against his chest, two pressed against his back, one between his legs. His sheets are a ridiculously priced, cool, crisp cotton that welcomes him in, surrounding him. The blankets he uses aren’t weighted, but they’re heavy and thick and he keeps his air conditioning turned up so he doesn’t have to give up the feeling of nestling into them in the heat of summer. Along with the white noise machine on his night stand, all of it is chosen to trick him into sleep. To keep back the feeling that night time in his own apartment is the loneliest part of Buck’s day.

It wasn’t perfect, pre-covid. It’s been a long time since Buck had someone share his space, share his bed, someone he could reach out and touch whenever he wanted. But his life outside of home was full. He didn’t lack for closeness; in some ways he had more than he’d ever dreamed. So while he had lonely moments, they weren’t a constant ache in his chest.

These months though. These months hurt. Facetime isn’t a substitute for curling up on Maddie’s couch with whatever silly-labeled wine she’d liked best that week. It’s definitely not a substitute for Eddie’s couch and losing to Christopher over and over again at Mario Kart. The last time they talked, Eddie had reached over and ruffled Christopher’s hair and Buck felt it. First as a tingle up the back of his scalp and then as a bruise to his heart. Eddie’s touches, so constant and so casual, became essential somewhere along the way and Buck feels himself reaching out for them even when he knows it’s not allowed.

“Six feet, gentlemen,” Bobby says gently when their orbits swing toward each other and Eddie makes a dramatic show of raising his hands and taking a giant step backward. Bobby just shakes his head and reminds them it’s the price they all agreed to pay for not wearing masks in the firehouse.

Buck starts dreading the end of a call when taking off his heavy turnout coat leaves him feeling cold and exposed. He folds into himself, claiming a chair, putting in earbuds and crossing his arms tight over his chest, pulling his knees up even though he knows better than to put his shoes on the furniture.

It’s a similar position to the one he lies in at night, clinging to the pillows, trying to draw comfort out of the smooth fabric. In those moments, his loneliness is so loud it might as well be a beacon sent out into the universe, a burning shout of need.

And that shout is heard.

***

“Have you guys heard of exploding head syndrome?” Buck asks one morning when the calls are slow and the crew is all lingering in a lazy way rather than rushing off to take care of their other duties.

“What, the band?” Chimney asks.

“I think it was an album,” Bobby says.

“No,” Buck sighs. “It’s a sleep thing. It’s this loud noise that you hear when you’re falling asleep like a massively loud explosion. Only it’s just happening in your head.”

“Is your brain actually exploding? Like an aneurism?”

“No. It’s just the noise.”

Just the loudest noise Buck had ever heard. It woke him up with a feeling of abject terror. It was an explosion that didn’t echo. It just rang, clear and true through his eardrums like the end of the world. Even as he struggled out of his sheets, searching for the source so he could run from it, part of him knew it wasn’t a sound that left any physical evidence. What could it even be? A sound like that? An old fashioned safe dropping from two stories up? A car crash without the crunch? Just a high speed collision of two immovable objects, all of the equal and opposite reaction of their momentum forced to escape as sound.

Once his heart rate had slowed, he googled. He wasn’t initially sure what to google. “Ridiculously loud noise woke me up” seemed at once too vague and too specific but sure enough. Exploding Head Syndrome. It was what happened. Obviously. But Buck remained too full of adrenaline to sleep. As he sat up in bed, he couldn’t shake the urge to look around. Under the bed, in the closet, behind the shower curtain. He didn’t feel alone.

“I’m just glad it’s happening in your head instead of mine,” Chim laughs. “Maybe try putting some earmuffs on before you go to sleep tonight.” ***

The sound doesn’t reappear. Buck is relieved, but sleeping doesn’t get any easier. He tries to soothe himself with obscenely long hot baths, by ordering a hoodie that’s more fluff than fabric, by running a foam roller across his muscles, trying to pry them into relaxation. It’s so much work and it does so little. Buck’s entire body is screaming out at all times for a hug or a massage or even just a really fucking good haircut. It takes longer and longer to fall asleep and the little sleep he does get isn’t restful. It’s like whatever meager comfort he manages to give himself during the day is leached away in the night.

He doesn’t even notice the bruises at first. It’s an easy enough thing to miss. Their job is heavy physical labor and Buck barrels through a scene like a one man stampede. Bruises are as common as the smell of smoke in his hair. The ones Eddie points out on his arm though are different.

Buck’s carrying a kitten at the time. The fire they’ve been fighting is beaten back to smolders. Buck shucked off his coat, wet and dripping from the hose and too cold for the shaking animal, and grabbed a blanket from the ambulance to wrap her up and cradle her against his chest. He’s rubbing his face against her damp fur, feeling the softness like a concentrated shot of endorphins when Eddie asks, “What the hell happened to you?”

“What are you talking about?” Buck asks and Eddie’s hands are pushing up the sleeves of his shirt, rolling them up to his shoulders while Buck’s trying to hold onto the cat.

“You don’t feel that?”

“Feel what?” He’s maybe a little ruder than he means to be but the sleep deprivation makes him cranky and the touch deprivation means that Eddie’s gently probing fingers feel like a dream on his skin. The care in the brush of his hands makes Buck’s knees weak.

“Your arms are bruised to hell,” Eddie says. “Are you- Did someone grab you or something?”

“I swear to god, Eddie. I don’t feel anything.” Except grumpy and exhausted and longing.

“Jesus, it goes all the way up your shoulders. It looks like-” He stops, pulling Buck’s collar aside and tracing a small spot that Buck can’t see even if he turns his head. “They look like fingerprints, Buck. Are you seeing someone?”

“What!”

“These are handprints. And they’re dark. Do you really not-”

Buck wrenches himself from Eddie’s grasp so he can turn around and look at him because if Eddie’s really accusing him of putting everyone at risk by trying to date someone right now… But Eddie’s face is nothing but concerned. Which makes Buck scared.

“Is it really that bad?” he asks, clutching the cat to his chest.

Eddie rubs a hand up Buck’s back (it feels so good, hot like Buck’s t-shirt isn’t even between them and is it just because it’s been so long or just because it’s Eddie?) without looking around to see if Bobby’s watching and that’s really all the confirmation Buck needs. It’s bad.

***

After that, Buck starts to feel them. He wakes up and he can’t breathe. He wakes up and he can’t move. He wakes up on the floor. He spends every moment that he’s asleep fighting to wake up. Buck can only remember fragments and pieces of the torment but he knows that it feels like drowning. Like being held down. Like being grabbed and pulled and smothered. He thinks he remembers long dark hair.

Google is useless. Sleep apnea. Sleep paralysis. Sleep terrors. Even sleepwalking. None of them can account for the worst of it. For the physical signs of whatever is happening to him while he sleeps.

Bruises bloom blue on the pale skin of his hips. Purple on his ribs. Green on the back of his neck. The ones that Eddie saw first on his arm fade to yellow. A long scratch runs down the side of his face. Dark circles under his eyes grow darker every day.

“What’s happening to me?” he asks his reflection.

All he wants is to be able to ask that question with someone’s arms around him. He wants anyone to hold him tight and shush his fears and tell him that it’ll be okay.

It’s easier than he thought to hide it. Buck just chooses his shower times strategically and opts for a long sleeve uniform, complaining that he ruined his short sleeves ones by grabbing bleach instead of detergent while he was half asleep.

He’s always half asleep these days.

At least in the bunk rooms, he gets some semblance of rest. Whatever presence he feels in his own bedroom doesn’t cross this threshold and Buck sleeps deeply, almost missing the scream of the alarm.

“It’s getting worse isn’t it?” Eddie asks, cornering Buck in the locker room. Buck can’t help but nod and Eddie steps closer as if to touch him.

Buck flinches away and Eddie pulls up short as though hitting an invisible wall.

He breathes Buck’s name on a pained exhale and says, “You have to get some help. Whatever it is…”

“I don’t know what it is!’ Buck answers. “It’s living in my house and it- it- God. Maybe I need an exorcism.”

“Maybe you should come home with me,” Eddie suggests and Buck recoils again.

The firehouse seems safe but there’s no guarantee that Buck won’t be followed anywhere else. He’s desperate to be safe--desperate for Eddie to make him safe--but not at the expense of anyone else. Not when he doesn’t know what he’s facing.

“Okay,” Eddie says. “But call me in the morning.”

***

The burned girl screams louder when she sees Buck than she did while they were putting out the inferno of her car.

“Stay away from me!” She shrieks. “Stay awaystayawaystayaway.”

“Miss, we’re going to need you to calm down,” Hen says to her. “Buck, you wanna move aside? Like preferably somewhere she can’t see you?”

Buck does because the patient’s well-being is more important than anything, but his skin feels like ice. He wants to demand to know what else she sees when she looks at him. Wants to know how she knows. For half a second, he imagines following her to the hospital and waiting for her outside the glass doors.

They aren’t far from her house (52% of accidents happen within five miles of home) and the girl’s father arrives on the scene before they finish prepping her to be transported. And he sees Buck.

He freezes when he does, but at least he doesn’t scream. He ignores Buck completely, instead going to the ambulance where his daughter is still crying and trying to soothe her. Hen offers to let him ride in the ambulance, but he says that he’ll take his car.

“You’re in a lot of trouble,” he says, returning to Buck as the ambulance pulls away. “What you summoned… That’s not a normal ghost.”

“I didn’t summon anything! It just happened.” Buck’s voice is high-pitched and he just barely stops himself from grabbing onto the man’s arm, but the man doesn’t seem afraid of Buck the way his daughter was. “What is it? How do I make it go away?”

The man shrugs, “She came in through an open door. Which door depends on the person. But she’ll do everything in her power to keep it pried open. All you can do is try to close it again.”

It is… the least helpful advice Buck’s ever been given in his entire life. But the man’s daughter is on her way to the hospital and he needs to follow her. He vanishes.

***

They’re about to have four days off. Buck’s bracing himself to meet the woman in his dreams. To look around in that dreamspace for open doors and slam them shut again. He can do it. He has to.

***

The next night Buck wakes up and he can’t move. He’s paralyzed on the bed. He’s paralyzed on the bed and someone’s standing at the top of his stairs.

She’s not… right. Buck can’t quite see in the dark and he can’t lift his head but the woman on his stairs isn’t solid in the way a human should be. The outline of her is strong, but it’s like she’s a shell wrapped around a cavernous emptiness. She’s across the room but she’s already pulling at him.

Buck tries to thrash but his arms are pinned as if her hands are already on his wrists. He needs to reach the lamp. If he can just turn on the light.

“Get away from me,” he pleads and the part of her face where lips should be turns up, revealing pointed teeth that stand in front of a void.

“You called me,” she says. The words don’t come from her mouth and Buck doesn’t hear them with his ears. It’s wrong wrong wrong. He throws himself hard to the left and he rolls, flying further than he expected to, suddenly free, and crashes hard into the table, knocking the lamp to the floor. It shatters, bulb and all and pain scrapes across Buck’s shoulders.

“Poor boy,” the ghost mocks. “Poor lonely boy. Just wants someone to touch him. Just wants someone to stay with him. I heard you.”

“No,” Buck says and he tries to scramble, but his feet can’t find purchase on the floor. “I didn’t want you.”

He doesn’t deny the call. Can’t deny it when his heart is reaching out in the same pleading, desperate way now. Please. Anyone.

In the time it takes to blink she’s in front of him. She’s so close. She shouldn’t be able to get that close without standing on him but she’s there. Her voice whispers in his mind, “You should choose your words more carefully.”

And then her hands are around his throat.

The pressure is insistent and her motive is unmistakable. She’s going to kill him. She’s going to squeeze the life out of him. He’s going to die here and Eddie’s going to find his body because Eddie’s going to come rushing over as soon as Buck doesn’t call him in the morning and what if this thing is still here waiting for him.

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

Buck’s mind yells for him like his lungs did when Eddie was buried except now it’s Buck who’s too far away, who’s trapped somewhere deep and dark with no hope of escape.

He tries to breathe and his breath whistles. It’s like the first time someone handed him a styrofoam cup of coffee and he tried to drink through the plastic stir stick. Black stars twinkle in the room and tears build in his eyes.

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

There’s a shift as she adjusts her grip and it’s enough for the stars to clear. Buck throws himself forward, shaking his head like he isn’t a ragdoll trapped in the jaws of a rottweiler, like he has a hope of breaking free and then he does. The ghost is thrown off balance and Buck jumps, scrambling back over his bed for the stairs. He can’t even think about defeating her, finding out the secrets of where she came from, closing whatever fucking door he left open. All Buck wants to do is live.

A force behind him swells like a wave to lift Buck off his feet and slams him into the bathroom door. He expects to slide off of it and onto the floor, but he’s held in place hard, his head turned and his cheek pressed to the wood, toes just brushing the ground.

“You begged me to come,” the ghost hisses. “I’m here for you, lonely boy. Don’t fight so hard.”

A hand skims up his back, nearly gentle, but leaving a numbness in its path and Buck shudders in disgust. He jerks against the door, but his arms are wrenched behind him and he screams. He realizes it’s the first time he has.

“I didn’t call you! I don’t want you here! Get out.”

“I came because you needed me.” A long finger trails down his cheek and Buck whimpers. She’s taller than him now. Was she always? “I could feel you from so far away. An aching ball of need. I’m here for you now.”

“I don’t need you,” Buck growls and the room flashes like lightning. He hopes to fall, almost expects to fall, where he can scramble again but instead, Buck is hurled away from the door completely. He has time to see that he’s above the stairs, throw his hands out uselessly and then he’s frozen.

Buck hovers there in the air above the stairs, dangling in the grip of the ghost, like a cat grabbed by his scruff. Kicking wildly, he grabs for the invisible hand that’s holding him, yelling “No, no, no, no.”

“Need me now?” the ghost asks.

Smothering the terrified part of him that nearly answers yes, Buck forces himself to stop twisting and just hang there. He doesn’t want to fall. He doesn’t want to die. But what he needs isn’t going to come from the ghost.

“No,” he answers.

And he can’t explain how he knows what her face looks like when it’s screwed up in fury, but he does. It’s vicious and vindictive and Buck’s not surprised at all when he’s flicked away from her and down the flight of stairs.

He seems to hit each one as he falls, something that should be impossible with the speed that he’s traveling and the force with which he bounces off of them, but the ghost is obviously responsible. Air leaves his lungs as his ribs crack against the stairs. His elbows and knees scrape. His head bangs the rail. Buck’s long, long legs seem to tangle as he falls, cartwheeling him down and he lands in a heap at the bottom.

As he tries to figure out if he can still move, the door flies open.

Warmth rushes in. Buck hadn’t even realized how cold it had gotten since he first woke up, but the room seems to thaw around him. It’s like sunlight.

It’s Eddie.

“Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Evan. Buck. I’ve got you, Buck. I’ve got you.”

Tenderly, he scoops Buck off the floor, unsnarling the mess of his limbs and feeling all over for the damage he can’t see. “I’ve got you. Open your eyes. Come on.”

The ghost stands at the top of the stairs and then she’s at the bottom. Buck clambers backward again, digging his heels into the floor to push himself upright in front of Eddie, to try and hide him from view. Eddie doesn’t seem to see the ghost. All of his attention is still on Buck, stroking his hair, promising over and over that he’s there, that he has Buck.

All of the ghost’s attention is on Buck too. “You need me,” she says. “You called for me.” She sounds different now. Bitter. Like Buck wasted her precious time.

“I don’t need you,” he says and he reaches behind him to grab Eddie’s hand. “I already have everything I need.”

Lights flicker and that impossibly loud sound bangs in Buck’s ears again. He gets one last look at the ghost’s vicious, violent visage and then she’s gone.

And then Buck wakes up.

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Dear daughter, chapter 1

First year of middle school

Summary: You are the daughter of the infamous leader of the Valkyries, an essentially feminist gang placed in Tokyo. After your mother dies you are left with her legacy that you fear you can´t hold up. This is your journey. From middle school to adult life. A story of a girl forced to grow up too fast, finding comfort and belonging in her mother´s world.

Word count: 1,582

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death and blood, MANGA SPOILERS IN LIKE EVERY CHAPTER OF THIS

Pairing: none yet^^

Taglist: open

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Your mom was your hero. Ever since you could remember she was the shining light that guided you through life. Always holding out her hand to you but never forcing you to take it.

You were a free child but your mom was always there for you, even with everything going on, with all of her responsibilities as the leader of the Valkyries, even as a feared gang leader, she was always there for you. She always made time for you.

To you she was the coolest person ever.

Every morning she´d walk you to school, even when you started middle school. To most it would have been embarrassing but to you, who had no friends, it was the best part of the day.

Eating breakfast with her, talking about your day … her laugh still rang in your ears.

Her waving goodbye to you before going to work herself. Your days at school were quite unspectacular, well in elementary school that was. You never really made any friends, preferring to stay to yourself. Everything changed in middle school though.

People started talking to you and you let them, happily telling your mom that you made friends in the evening when you ate dinner together.

She would always help you with homework when she had time and when she couldn´t make it home in time she always had dinner prepared for you and already packed your school bag, as well as have sent you a good night message on the telephone.

Your mother was the best there was in your opinion, she loved you and you loved her, she always took care of you, always listened and without her, things wouldn´t have been as easy.

No, without her you wouldn´t even go to school, you wouldn´t care, you´d just hang around with people that weren´t good for you.

If there was one thing your mother taught you it was to choose your friends carefully, because people were selfish and would sell you out the second they would get something out of it. She taught you that you should always be wary and not trust too easily but also cherish the friends you made, not giving them a reason to leave.

Standing up for each other, making meaningful friendships, that´s what you wanted to do. You wanted to be just like your mother.

You wished you had more time with her.

Dead in a drive by shooting. It just wasn´t fair.

She just wanted to get groceries, the store was about five minutes away from you. You lived next to a street but she was walking, it was just supposed to be a quick trip. She was supposed to be back in half an hour.

But she never came back.

No.

When you heard the shots you rushed outside even though you knew better. Your mom told you when there were scary noises you should hide under your bed or lock yourself in the bathroom.

But your legs moved on their own.

The guys who killed her were about 17, you didn´t know where they got the gun but they were just as freaked out as you were, hurriedly driving away again. They would resolve their little gang infighting someplace else. Besides, now there was a victim, they couldn´t let the police find them.

Why….

She just wanted to get groceries… why was she lying dead before your very eyes? Blood sprawling from underneath her and her face so pale?

You sunk to your knees and screamed, you screamed until your lungs hurt, until your throat was on fire, you screamed even after no sound came out.

Your neighbors have already called the police who arrived shortly after. You couldn´t remember much from their questioning, just that you didn´t talk much. You didn´t know how the guys who did it looked, just that they got away.

The only thing you remembered was being taken to the police station and people talking about where to put you now. Your dad died before your birth, another gang incident. Your neighbors liked your mom and you, they didn´t know anything about her being a gang leader.

Some corrupt police officers knew about her, some even helped her out. Which is why they knew you too and allowed the girls from your mom´s gang to take care of you from now on, however legal custody went to your aunt. Well not that it mattered anyway, she was also part of the former gang.

The way back home, collecting all your things to the way to your new home… it was all a blur. You were exhausted but couldn´t sleep.

The women gave you time until you got used to everything.

It took you a week to gather your thoughts. You couldn´t keep staying home, you wanted to go to school and graduate. That has been her biggest wish for you. You wanted to make her proud of you.

That was the least you could do.

You were lucky getting all the support from the women, they were very kind and understanding, never forcing you to talk but always being there to listen.

Their bonds were something you envied. You also wanted to have friends like that someday.

You wondered if anyone would even talk to you if you got back to school.

It was the first time you walked to school alone, it was the second week of middle school, word about your mother spread fast and people started avoiding you. You sat alone again, the people who talked to you before now didn´t even look at you anymore.

The teachers all came to you, wishing you their condolences and saying that they would give you special treatment.

Oh how pretentious it all was. You didn´t want special treatment or any attention on you, you just wanted to be left alone.

It was around this time that you met Mikey. He was a kid you envied, he had friends and they seemed to have lots of fun. Every time you saw them they were laughing together.

Must be nice, you thought to yourself.

But then again it was your fault for being so closed off. You decided to change that. Not only focusing on school work anymore, you also looked for other lonely people like you in the breaks.

The next week you had your own friend group, made up of the ones nobody wanted to talk to or play with. Screw the rest, as long as you had each other nothing could go wrong.

You were invited to their houses and ate with their families, you did your homework with them and played chase after school.

It was like your childhood was back to normal, it was like every child should grow up however your mom was still missing. And she always would. That was just the harsh and cruel reality.

But you would deal with it. You would be strong just like her. You never saw her cry even once, even after you knew that your dad died way before you were born. She had been through so much as well, the full extent wasn´t known to you just yet but that was why she was your hero.

She was like a wall, protecting you from the world, your biggest role model.

One day you were assigned project partners, that was when you first came into real contact with Mikey.

He invited you to his and there you also met his brother. From the get go you could tell that Mikey admired him, just like you did your mom.

Maybe he wasn´t so far away as you thought after all. He was just a kid like you, chasing his brother´s dreams and legacy just like you did with your mother.

Mikey was nice to you, smiling and doing your project together with you instead of letting you do all the work and riding with his guys like you thought he would.

Maybe not all people were bad, maybe not everyone was like they seemed.

You liked that he had a spark in his eyes, something that was clearly missing from yours.

“You should play with us sometime, I can introduce you to my friends tomorrow” he smiled and you said you were looking forward to it. You would bring your friends as well.

So you decided to play soccer together the next day. It was nice. Making plans and friends, enjoying life. This was how it was supposed to be.

“You´re her daughter, aren´t you?” Shinichiro asked you as you were about to leave. You were confused but also hopeful. He knew your mom?

That night you stayed over at Mikey´s house and learned a bit more about your mom´s business.

The Black Dragons were affiliated with the Valkyries, helping each other out and learning a lot from the organization that was senior to theirs.

He didn´t tell you everything, telling you to ask the other former gang members about the past and history of the organization since it wasn´t his place.

“I really looked up to her, you know? Your mom was amazing… she´s the kind of delinquent that I want to be. Fighting for justice and being free.” he had a longing tone in his voice and Mikey listened attentively as well.

He loved hearing the stories his brother told him and you could understand why. Shinichiro was amazing too. You felt welcome at their home, it was nice knowing more people understood.

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