#ignore my terrible grammer

[theaceofarrows]

Hey everyone, sorry I haven't been very active lately. Along with not having been able to watch For The Future yet I've also had a lot going on lately, but hopefully I'll be able to watch it soon and update with toh content and maybe some Ninjago as well

Thanks for being patient everyone!!<3

#ace rants #life happend #feel free to ignore this #my asks are always open as well #sorry for my terrible grammer

[oval3000]

"Hello"

Simon Riley x Reader

Not my art! Not my characters!

After defeating Makorav, Simon went back home to enjoy his night rest. The next day he heard noises outside his apartment. When he went to see who was making those noises, by peaking through the eye hole on his door, he saw you. He never thought you would change his life forever.

! WARNING ⚠️ Terrible grammer, past abuse, abuse, ptsd, trauma, swearing, Obsession, Possessive, death,boring story.

New to this wanted to try it out. Maybe making it to a series idk

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

C/S/T =Country or Sate or Town.

"Alright team, we did good. Time to wrap it up and go home!" Price yelled out as they dragged Makarov's dead body out. Soap gave Price a head nod and a fist bump on Simon's shoulder.

"We did good, Lt" Soap said as they both walked inside the vehicle.

Simon was honestly relieved to go home. He never cared about going home or not, but defeating Makorav made him feel like he got hit by a bus.

Everyone was cheering and giving eachother high fives and words of encouragement. Eventually Gaz had mentioned about going out for drinks as a celebration. Everyone agreed expect for Simon. He was happy about the win, but his body could really use a nice shower and a nice rest on a comfortable mattress.

"What do you say? Lt?" Soap budged him on his side with a smile on his face.

Simon crossed his arms and laid back, "Pass, you guys can enjoy yourselfs." He felt bad for turning down the fun, but he knew his limits and the last thing he wants is to end up at the hospital for lack of rest.

"You sure?" Soap plead, hoping Simon can change his mind.

"Affirmative." Simon shut his eyes and let it out a sigh.

When they got back to the base everyone headed to the bar as Simon headed on the opposite direction. He opened the trunk of the car and placed his duffle bag there.

The driver who was dropping him off was talking to him about how things went, obviously, keeping things confidential. The driver is familiar with soldiers by picking them up from their homes to dropping them off back. Simon didn't have the energy to speak in full sentences so he responded with '"mhms" and head nods.

As he saw his apartment building, he was almost drawn back by how quickly he forgotten the building structure. He pulled out his keys as he waved the driver goodbye.

He knows how things are quiet in the building, especially his floor. Alot of empty apartments ready for someone to move in.

He entered into his home quickly closing the door and locking it, double locking it for extra safety. Not that anybody dangerous lives there, but for someone like him, you could never be too careful.

He gently threw his black duffle bag onto the couch and made his way to his bedroom. He took of his black jacket and black hoodie revealing his tight black short showing off every muscle he has. As he took of his shirt he couldn't help to feel a good stretch letting out a deep sigh. He unbuckled his pants and quickly took them off including his underwear.

He turned on the shower head as he took off his mask and placing it on the sink for him to wash it later.

He felt his muscles relax more as he felt the water dripping down his body. The scent of sweat and dirt washed away has he scrubbed every inch of his body with his body wash and loofah.

He got out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist walking towards his closet, quickly putting on some men's boxers, grey sweatpants and a light t-shirt. He didn't bother getting himself comfortable in bed he just flopped down on his stomach and closed his eyes.

He didn't know how long he slept and he didn't care. He didn't have anywhere to go either way. When he opened his eyes by the noises coming from outside his apartment door he saw the sun shining through his closed white curtains. He laid back with his arms spread out.

Hearing the noises from outside made him curious to know who it was or what it was. He really wanted to ignore it, however when you leave in a peaceful quiet home and out of the sudden it's no longer quiet, curiosity takes over you.

He got up and made his way to the door. He didn't want to be abrupt and come out of the blue so he peaked through. He saw multiple boxes on the floor all labeled as 'Clothes' 'kitchen' 'books' 'accessories' and so on. His eye gaze went up as he heard a woman's voice. He saw you standing there on the phone talking to someone as you were kicking the box labeled as 'movies and cd' inside your new apartment.

He looked away ashamed that he's spying on his new neighbor. He couldn't hear everything your were saying but by context you were talking to your friend about your new place and the address. When he heard you say goodbye he waited a while hearing you carrying boxes inside.

He opened his door and walked out seeing you fully standing there with a box in your hands.

You looked at him and as a smile grew on your face. "Hello," you quickly placed the box down on the floor as you reached your hand out, "my name is y/n."

He shook your hand with a soft gentle touch, afraid of applying too much pressure on your delicate small hand, "new neighbor? Simon Riley"

You were a little shocked to hear his thick deep British accent that you weren't so use to." Yes. I'm moving in- I hope I didn't disturb you with the noises"

"Not at all, was already up" he looked at the boxes behind and saw that you have a long way to go, "let me help you"

"That's okay I don't want to inte-" you were cut off by Simon picking up the box you placed on the floor.

"S'not a problem. Just tell where to put it" he made his way inside your apartment. You honestly didn't expect your first vsistor this early and certainly a man. A man like him. Tall, masculine, tattoos on his arm. As you faced his back you can see a tattoo on the back of his neck, but not clearly since half of his was covered by his t-shirt, which did nothing to hide his back muscles.

"Thank you."

Has he finished placing the last box in your so-called living room you couldn't help, but to feel bad that you made someone work for you on your first day of moving. You knew you had to thank him for it more than just simple words.

He looked around "That's all?"

"I believe so. Thank you so much, you saved me from a headache." You palmed your forehead while the other hand rested on your hip.

"Don't sweat it. Moving can be stressful." He made his way towards you. You felt nervous as you got a clear view of his face.

"..uh..so how long have you been living here. I've met a few of the other people living here except for you" you wanted to slap yourself for asking stupid questions, but it helps to cut out the awkwardness.

"For a few years now. Although it doesn't feel like it. I just got back from my deployment la-" he quickly bit his tounge not wanting to mention that he just got home last night. He could tell you felt bad for having him helping you even though it really wasn't a problem. Last thing he wants is to make you feel even more bad.

"Oh so you're in the military" you smiled as your thoughts of questions about him washed away. It made sense.

"And you're not from here?" He didn't want to explore more deeply into his job knowing is not all sunshine and rainbows.

You rubbed the back of your neck. "Yeah I actually moved into the city a couple months ago. But it's finally nice to get settled in and having a fresh start."

He gave you a soft stare as he crossed his arms flexing more of biceps and triceps "So where are you really from?"

"I'm form C/S/T"

He gave you a small smile. It felt good for him to speak to someone that isn't related to the military.

"Well, I should get going? If you need help with something you know where I live." He walked out and entered his apartment. He could hear your soft voice saying 'thank you.' He shut the door as he felt his heart rate starting to slow down.

He's been through hell his whole life suffered alot of things that will make a person throw up, yet he felt his palm sweat, his heart pounding as you spoke to him, as he stared at you, as he smelled your scent.

He hated this feeling, but never felt so satisfied in his life until he heard your first words to him

"Hello"

#simon ghost riley #cod modern warfare #cod x reader #cod mw2 #fanfic #ghost x reader #ghost x y/n #simon riley x reader #yandere simon riley

[nickle-moth]

The New World.

(Sorry for any grammer/spelling errors)

Scott flew back to Rivendell, the rapture had destroyed most of the empires and he had to check on his. As he got closer, he could see the vines.

"Oh no"

He landed and ran to check on the antlers. Safe. Ok, Scott then went to Xornoth's prison. Destroyed.

"Oh no"

He thought again.

He ran out side and was greeted by his brother, standing on a vine.

"Hello there"

…

Scott was unable to escape the circle he was teleported into, probable due to magic, and he was face to face with Xornoth, who was outside the circle.

"Xor Xor please."

Scott was begging at this point. What was he supposed to do! He had a husband and a child to look after. But Xornoth didn't know that. Then they heard rockets, someone land, and quick footsteps twords there location.

"SCOTT!"

"JIMMY, STAY BACK"

Scott yelled to his partner.

"Adar? What's going on? Are you ok?"

There child, Newt, asked him.

"Everything's fine Newt, just stay with Soña."

Newt wasn't the only one Scott was trying to reassure.

"Adar?"

Xornoth asked his brother, stepping into view of Newt and Jimmy.

"Yes, I have a child, and a husband, and thats why I need you to let me go!"

Scott pleaded to his brother, who walked over to the other two. Jimmy hugged Newt tightly to his legs, but didn't move, letting Xornoth get a good look at his nephew. Xornoth crouched down to eye level with Newt,

"Hello there little one. I dout you've heard of me but I'm Xornoth, apparently I'm your uncle."

Xornoth introduced himself to the child.

"I've heard of you! Adar talks about you a lot!"

Newt said happily. He was glad he could finaly meet his uncle, and his uncle looked so cool too!

"Oh? Does he now? What does he say about me?"

Xornoth was intruiged to know what his brother said of him in his absence. Thinking it would be like, 'he's a terrible person' and 'he deserved to be locked away' and stuff like that.

"He says that you were really cool, and an awsome big brother, but one day you were taken by the corruption. And the corruption is bad but that doesn't necessarily make you bad. So he and some other people had to lock you away, but he feels really bad about it, and really didn't want to, and said he was going to help you weather you like it or not! And… he really misses you."

Xornoth was surprised. He had just heard the exact opposite of what he expected to hear. He stood up, walked over to where Scott was, and wispered so only Scott could hear him,

"I miss you too, but it's too strong. I'm sorry."

Xornoth deactivated the magic keeping Scott in the circle, and vanished. Scott imediatly ran over to Jimmy and Newt and wrapped them into a big hug.

"I got to meet uncle Xor Xor!"

Newt exclaimed.

"Yes, you did!"

Scott was glad Xornoth didn't hurt them, but sad that he might not be able to help his brother.

Suddenly, a giant purple god-looking thing appered.

"You need to leave. Come with us, we are taking all of you to a safer dimention. No one will remember what happened in this demention, but we are sparing your memories, because you have a child. If you wish to keep your memories, you will not tell anyone about anything that happened in this realm."

The god explained, and they followed it through the portal it made. 'I know this symbol all too well' Jimmy thought, but ignored it anyway.

"To better hide the memories of others, you must not be allowed to stay as you are. We will have to hide your species from others."

"I can just become a normal elf, no wings or antlers. And maby change my outfit too."

Scott offered. The god agreed and purple filled the air, moments later, Scott's wings and antlers were gone.

"What about you? Little cod?"

The god asked, gesturing to Jimmy.

"I don't really know."

Jimmy said, and thought for a moment.

"Maby we can make you another hybrid entirly?"

The god offered. And Jimmy agreed.

Purple filled the air once more and now Jimmy's fins, tail, and gills were all gone. Replaced by small yellow wings.

"I'm a bird!"

Jimmy was a little excited, Scott's feathers were always so pretty, now he had his own!

"What about me?"

Newt asked the god, and it thought for a moment.

"I have an idea, if you will allow me"

Newt nodded.

Purple filled the air for the last time, and now, Newt was left with pointed ears, and gills.

"Is this ok?"

The god asked the three before him.

"I still have a little bit of Soña, and Adar! It's perfect!"

Newt exclaimed, already loving his new look.

"It's wonderful."

Scott said, and Jimmy agreed with a nod.

"Live safe little ones."

The god said before it, and the portal, vanished.

"So, no one will remember us?"

Jimmy questioned his lover.

"And we can't remind them."

Scott finished.

"Guess I'll have another chance to make peace with Fwhip."

Jimmy said to himself, but it was overheard by his husband.

"Thats what you're worried about?"

"Not worried, just… excited, no enemies this time! A fresh start!"

Scott was excited by that too. 'A fresh start' he echoed in his mind.

The next day went well, Scott and Jimmy introduced themselves, and Newt, to their new neighbors, and were hanging out with each other when the god appered for a moment.

"I forgot to mention this yesterday, but all of the emperors personalities have been inverted, for the sake of better protecting their memories."

It said to the family and vanished once more.

"THAT'S WHY LIZZIE WAS SO NICE!!"

Jimmy exclaimed. And Scott burst out laughing next to him.

The rest of the evening was calm, no gods, no end-of-the-world, no wars. Just Scott, his husband, and his child.

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I hope you enjoyed! This is the first fic in my new au that I have yet to name! (<- help please)

A few quick things:

I am by no means a writer, so this is written very badly, sorry

"Adar" is what I'm using as the elvin word for father

"Soña" is what I'm using as the word for father in whatever Jimmy's first language is (I'm just calling it oceanic)

The symbol Jimmy recognised was the watcher symbol, and the god was a watcher

If I get any personalities/story wrong, sorry. I'm trying my best

If you don't like it, don't be mean, just move on

I think thats all, more to come soon!

(ps, Jimmy, Scott, and Newt aren't the only emperers who have their memories!) <3

#nicklefic #scott smajor #jimmy solidarity #xornoth #empires smp #empires s1 #empires s2

[allenkel]

Sooooo.. About.. that fanfic I'm gonna makeeee... it uhhh might be delayed a week or two...

Alsoooo for an update on the fic, I just wanna say the Grammer and the way I word things is crapy because I'm terrible at writing detailed stories and stuff like this so please don't judge my poor writing skills also I may have gotten side tracked when writing and forgot about the main angst part (Leo's voice slipping away) soo it will be a long fic, though yet again some of the injuries or ideas for the fic might be inspired by others because it's kinda hard not to make it so mikeys arms aren't bleeding and cracked for a after krang invasion AU or I'm just not creative but that's fine! But if anyone has any ideas on what other creative add-ons I could make for scars or injuries or just angst in general, please share! I need ideas sooo baddd!

Alsooo from time to time since I can't draw ROTTMNT for my life, I will be lazy and use the gacha club app becauseeee it's easy to use and I want people to be able to get a better image on some moments in the fic so I hope that's fine with you guys! But that also means I might post random gacha stuff on here so please if you don't like gacha club or any of that just ignore it.

So I'm gonna end this already longgg essay on this and just say that I hope that you guys can wait a bit and if I all of a sudden get super motivated I will post chapter 1 after typing it.. but besides that, I hope everyone has a great day or night!

#rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt #rottmnt au #update

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

[TW: Manipulation, Bullying(?), Light Mentions of Physical Abuse, and possibly more, i genuinely dont know how to tw this sorry]

Hi, call me Shadow. Im looking for some advice on how to move on from the situation below, some reassurance, or atleast someone to listen to me without judgment. Sorry for any grammer/spelling mistakes

They're alot of parentheses, extra notes, and run on sentences so apologizes for length

About 6ish month ago, i cut off a very toxic friend. Said friend, lets call them A, would offen make fun of and tease everyone in our friend group 'to show love' and such. Which is fine, some people are okay with that but personally im not as ive dealt with many toxic friends who've hurt me by using that as a cover up.

A was an irl friend of three people in our group's server that was invited on really late, i was pretty guarded and afraid around them for awhile, both because of a new person and because i had a feeling some was off with them. I ignored it, thinking i was just being overprotective and overthinking things again. After a few months things settled and it seem they fit in almost perfectly, till suddenly their jokes started getting really targeted and mean.

They started targeted me and one of my partners, constantly making cruel 'jokes' about us, everything from "if you're on [name]/[name]'s team [insert bad thing] will happen to you" to jokes that were just insults played off as jokes. I tried multiple times to ask them to stop but they played the "its just a joke" everytime

It got the point they started holding my reactions over me, and even purposely making me upset to have something to use against me. The main incident i remember is them pretending to be mad at me while i was rambling and spent atleast 10mins pretending to type to make me anxious (they later admitted this to one of my friends who then told me), and when they finally sent their message which ended up being a joke related to what i was rambling, i in my moment of vulnerability due to rambling (rambling for me is like exposing my soul) and them scarring me, i accidentally admitted i was afraid i was gonna be yelled at

They then took to posting what i said in our quotes channel for everyone to see after i deleted my message. They refused to delete the message and even started deleting mine in response (they were a mod on our server), it took owner stepping in to fix this

A started using their mod powers to delete both of my partners' messages when they started speaking out against all three of our treatment. They also deleted our messages unrelated to that, making us look terrible in pass conversations.

When me i finally snapped and ledt the server, moving to another server hosted by a different friend that 90% of us were also one, they started messaging me for answers and to "apologize" aka blame me for what happened. They were nice and reasonable at first, but then they started pressuring me into in their words "cursing them out", which i unfortunately gave into.

A used it as an excuse to blame me for everything, blame me for never speaking up despite me constantly trying and being met with "its just a joke bro" they tried lying me about them using tone tags despite that fact they never used them. I blocked them quickly after that, seeing what they were doing but barely a day after they tried talking to one of my partners about it.

In the message A sent they tried to place all the blame on my other partner, saying that they deserve everything that happened. They said i shouldnt be absolutely pissed at them about what happened to my partner, what they (A) put them through. To say that was the final straw is an understatement.

A destroyed me and my partner's self worth and confidence, has made us even months later second guess our every word and even our friends. Afraid their gonna turn against and treat us like A did. A made me question my own judgment and stuff with their lies. They tried placing blame on me for unrelated things, they tried to ruin my image. And as we later found out A physical hurt one of the three people in our group they knew irl, often.

Im still constantly afraid of A finding their way back to the new server even tho they're blocked, ive had ex friends stalk me to almost creepshowart levels and i wouldn't put it past them to do that. Most of the process i made with my friends to open up and be myself more destroyed. I fear people talking behind my back again, cuz apparently A tried starting a secret server with my friends who were aware of what happened due to exams to trash talk me, which failed but still.

I still feel terrible about all this, i didnt speak out when A originally started trash talking my partner out of fear, now i feel bad for causing my friends to basically lose our originally server because of this. The guilt eats at me even tho i know this was the best choice for everyone

Tldr/summary cuz its long

An ex friend of mine would constantly bully me and one of my partners and when we finally stand up for ourselves they tried manipulating us and our other friends into making them the good guy and us the bad guys. Even going as far as trying to fake evidence (which ive learn as of writing this)

Even months after im still suffering the effects of everything and i dont know how to try moving on. I am trying to seek therapy again but the health system here is terrible and expensive, so im trying to possibly find ways to help myself while waiting

Hi Shadow,

I'm so sorry to hear about the toxic friendship you had. The way your friend treated you and your partner was completely unacceptable. Their behavior of making mean-spirited jokes, targeting and insulting both of you, and dismissing your requests to stop is not a sign of love or friendship. It's important to remember that you deserve respect, kindness, and support in your relationships.

It seems like A used their position as a mod to further their harmful actions. Deleting messages, manipulating situations, and attempting to shift blame are clear signs of their toxic behavior. It's unfortunate that they tried to undermine your self-worth and confidence, as well as create divisions among your friends. This kind of treatment can have lasting effects, but it's essential to recognize that their behavior is a reflection of their own issues and not a reflection of your worth.

Please know that healing is a gradual process, and it's okay to give yourself time and space to heal at your own pace. It's understandable to have moments of doubt or fear, but try to remind yourself that you have taken positive steps by cutting off a toxic relationship. You deserve peace and happiness in your life.

I hope I could help, and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

#mod bun #trauma talks #tw abuse #tw emotional abuse #trauma details #shadow

[abelsluvrrr]

About me :)

Call me anna! I’m 16 and 4’11. My cw is 102lbs, my gw is 100lbs, and my ugw is 75lbs. I’ve had an ed since i was like 8 and its been a long journey 🫠. Last year i was at my highest which was 133lbs 😳 on my short body it looked terrible, but now im at my lw which is 102 and i look better ig? I restrict, fast, and starve. I workout sometimes but i genuinely have 0 motivation for that shit😭. I also struggle with binging but im getting better. Anyways i won’t be posting body checks yet because im insecure 🫠, but im active almost everyday and i sometimes also post thinspo! so yeah hope you guys have a wonderful day 💕 (ignore any grammer/spelling mistakes plz😭)

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[5sosxqueen]

Luke Sick and They Don't Believe Him

~Part 1~ , Part 2 > , Part 3 >

God, the grammer in this is terrible 😆

Warnings: depictions of illness, vomiting

Written in 2018

Word Count: 1810

Updates are every Tuesdays and Thursdays

Also Available on Wattpad and AO3!!!

Part 1:

Luke's p.o.v:

     "We should head to bed. We've got a long day ahead of us boys." Micheal reminded us. It was approaching midnight.

     "I'm actually excited though. I've been looking forward to this concert for a while." Calum exclaimed.

     "I know right. God! I can't wait." I said doing a little twirl with my hands on my head before flopping onto the bed.

      "Too bad we have the interviews as well." Ash spoke up.

      "Hey it's not that bad Ash three interviews before a concert isn't too bad. I mean we have a couple radio interviews and one live one." I said trying to lighten his mood.

     "Welp, goodnight guys." I said earning a chorus of good nights back.

     Upon waking, I knew this day was going to be pure shit. I've been up for almost two hours sitting on my bed. I had looked at the time when I got up and it was just barely hitting 2:20am. We have to be up in, like 3 hours. My stomach is in knots. After another 30 minutes listening to my stomach grumble angrily I decided to get up and get water and some stomach relaxers.

     I waited for another 30 minutes before deciding to stay up and go to the couch. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew Calum was shaking me.

     "Luke... Why are you on the couch? Are you feeling ok?" He questioned with Michael and Ashton behind him looking just as confused. I shook my head.

      "I woke up feeling poorly at 2 in the morning so I came out here. I think I fell asleep sometime around 4am. I still feel really poorly... A lot worse actually." I said looking down at my hands.

     "Wow, Luke really??? I can understand not sleeping well and being tired, but faking sick to get out of our busy schedule is the definition of low, and after what you said about it not being that bad too." Michael huffed and stormed off. I just watched in shock as he walked into the back room. I looked at Ash who had a disappointed look on his face. I felt so much worse than last night. I couldn't understand why they didn't believe me. Why do they think I'm faking? It's not like I've done it before.... Why would I now?

     "Ok. I'm sorry, I'll get ready now. I'm so sorry... I'm just going to take a shower." I hung my head with tears prickling the edges of my eyes. I furiously wiped them before getting up. I heard Calum calling me and ignored him. It's not like he'd believe me anyways. I gathered my clothes and went to the bathroom. I looked at my reflection in the and once again I couldn't grasp why they didn't believe me... I had bags and strong dark circles under my eyes, I was peaky, and I visibly shaking. I was sweating. It was so painfully obvious I was sick.

     I got undressed and started the water. I was washing my hair and suddenly felt my stomach do a complete 360 causing me to heave. I had only two seconds before I was vomiting harshly. I reached up and pointed the shower head downward to wash away the mess. I got out once my stomach calmed down enough and slowly got dressed. Ashton banged hard on the door out of nowhere and I jumped jostling my stomach. I ran for the sink in a fit of gagging.

     "LUKE, COME ON! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THERE! WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE!" He yelled. I don't know if he just didn't hear me dying, or if he just didn't care. After another minute of gagging the nausea dissipated, much to my relief. I tossed my clothes onto my bunk not caring if it was sloppy and stormed off the bus. I went straight to the back and laid down, not caring if they said anything.  The ride to the photo shoot was silent, but I help the headache that was forming so I didn't particularly mind it.

Calum's p.o.v:

     I knew right away that Luke was poorly. I could see him shivering vigorously and I saw a shear layer of sweat on his skin. When Michael said what he did to him I was horrified... I couldn't believe it. Ash looked like he felt the same way as Michael too.

     "Ok. I'm sorry, I'll get ready now. I'm so sorry... I'm just going to take a shower." My head snapped to luke and I saw him wiping tears from his and as he stood up. He walked away quickly into the bunk room and I called out to him, but he must not have heard me.

     When luke was getting out of the shower Ashton decided to bang on the door and yell at the top of his lungs. I hated this. I know he's sick and I go to the bathroom door and go to knock, but I listen carefully when I hear weird noises. It was gagging my chest hurt. I ran over to Michael. "Michael how could you be so heartless!? He's clearly sick! I can't tell just by looking at him he has a high fever... And guess what??? He puking right now. He's really sick and you want to be an asshat." I stormed away, not giving a chance to respond and went to the van where I saw luke curled up in the back seat.  The ride was awkward. When we got to the first interview I tapped on Luke's shoulder.

     He took a deep frustrated breathe before turning around. "What Calum?"

     "What's going on? I know you're sick. What are your symptoms... Besides vomiting?" His eyes widened.

     "You heard me? I thought-" he put his hand to his mouth and and tilted his head back when his breath hitched. I couldn't help but notice tears of pure relief in his eyes. Without a second thought engulfed him in a hug and he started bawling. "M-Michael and Ash don't bel-believe me C-Cal." He stuttered out. "I-I thought you...."

     "I know buddy. I know. I tried talking to Michael too, but I got the same thing you did. I'm so sorry Luke." He was crying so hard he started coughing and chocking. "Breathe. You need to breathe. You're going to make yourself sick again." Just then Ashton popped his head in.

     "Luke you need to stop this... We are due to go on in 10." He closed the door giving me no chance to protest. I sighed.

     "Come on Luke. Can you try to do this interview? I'll hold your hand during it and if you need to get up squeaze it and I'll get you to a restroom." He nodded and we walked into the room.  We sat down and started the interview and Luke only answered questions thrown directly to him. Around mid way through I looked over to him and saw his eyes screwed shut and he was dripping sweat. Seconds later he very tightly squeazed my hand.

     "Excuse us for a little bit. Sorry but it's urgent." Luke let go of my hand and bolted toward the door, gaining an eyeroll from other two. I ran after Luke with no luck finding a restroom nearby.

     Sure enough, he suddenly came to a halt, placing his forearm on the wall. He leaned forward and placed a hand on his knee for support and he started to wretch, the sound echoing loudly in the tiled hallways.

     I was thankful that the walls in every recording booth are soundproof. I would feel awkward puking in the middle of the hallway. I put a hand on his back as he wretched over and over.

     He got a small break. "Luke will you be ok while I go get Michael, Ashton, and Matt?" He nodded slightly and slid down the wall so that he was on his knees. I helped ease him down before running back to the booth. Since this is a prerecorded interview and not a live one, I burst through the doors, purposely leaving it cracked some. "Matt, guys you need to come with me."

     "Why?" Michael asked. As if to answer the question Luke dry heaved, causing everyone's eyes to widen drastically. "Oh shit... Please don't tell me-" I nodded before he could finished and all four of us bolted out of the room. Right as we approached Luke, he jolted forward and painted the tile with vomit. "Fuck, I'm so sorry Luke. I should have listened to you and to Cal..." He said going over to Luke to rub his back as he continued to bring up massive waves.

     Ashton sighed heavily. "I'm sorry too, I heard you getting sick in the shower." He hung his head in shame.

     "You ok now mate?" Matt asked as Luke's vomiting died down to hiccups. Luke shook his head.

     "Still feel like complete shit. Not as nauseous anymore I suppose, but that wasn't the first time I've been sick today." He tried to get up only to fall backwards. "Ow." He said with a wince. Michael and Ashton helped him up while Matt called management.

     "Get him into the van guys and Cal find a bag or bin." Matt said and the guilty boys brought him back to the van and I went to search for a small bin or bag. I finally found one after 10 minutes of searching. I went back to the van and saw Luke hunched over leaning against the van breathing really heavily. 'Uh oh...'

Luke's p.o.v:

     As Michael and Ashton were getting me to the van the nausea picked up almost worse than before. "There can't possibly be anything left in my stomach..."

     "Are you going to be sick again?" Ashton asked.

     "I think so, but not right this second." We continued walking to the van and as soon as we got there I scrambled out of the their grasp. I leaned up against the van feeling what little I have in my stomach slosh around. Each breathe I took threatened to send everything up. I gagged and rested my head on my forearms. My legs started to feel like jello and I felt myself falling and someone rushed over and caught me before I hit the ground. I looked up and saw that it was Calum. Matt ran up to us, seeing us on the ground.

     "I'mgoingtobesick..." I slapped my hand over my mouth and sat up just in time to heave away from him. I didn't stop until my stomach was empty. I dry heaved for what felt like forever.  Finally after 30 minutes I was done.

     "Management is allowing you to skip the interviews, but you need to do the concert."

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #michael clifford #ashton irwin #emeto #calum 5sos #vomit sickfics #ashton 5sos #michael 5sos

[sajaffery]

unblock...2...

thank you gobstikelsa1970..although i blame you for having to break one of my earlier rules. this was supposed to be all part of the same post. which started yesterday and was supposed to continue and continue until tumblr officially decided to kick me off their website altogether for being a nuisance and a show off at which point i would be forced to roam the face of this earth with words pouring out of my fingers into the thankless earth. sorry. i kind of got ahead of myself there. but ive decided to continue this on a seperate post, titled the same with a few sad dots and a 2 at the end. perhaps my two followers wont hate me so much anymore, and they might even ask other people to follow me. although they seem to only be interested in large naked men with bulging muscles. i hope thats not why they added me for i can only ever be a large naked man with a bulging stomach. they might be into that, after a few beers, maybe a couple of tequila shots and five hundred years of solitude. another cliched literary refernce. see earlier post for reference and explanation for terrible grammer and spelling. fuck dead white old men! were they old? i cant remember. and I cant go back and check either. you certainly can. but you wont. because youve got better things to do, like continue reading this post. emoticon alert. okay this is starting to get repetitive. I’m making the same jokes as yesterday. its probably a good thing i cant go back and reread my posts because then i definietely would be cracking the same jokes again and again. or i might be able to build on them and improve them. isnt that what all writers do? Bukowski certainly does. I’ve read three books by him and countless short stories and it seems to be the same books over and over again with very similar characters, especially women. doing the same things over and over again and him just finding us better ways to tell us about it. so I guess I can do that. but I cant rered what I wrote yesterday so I cant. and I’m not great. by any stretch if the imagination. but then neither was Bukowski. another reason why my wife cant read this, she’d pick up the laptop and smash it over my head for saying that.                          (FORCED DELETION)

I FUCKING HATE DONALD TRUMP. compared to him, i’m jesus christ. i.e. impossible to hate. everyone loves jesus, even the people who hate bible bashers because the man just talked about love. and he had cool hair. the poor guy was even ready to marry a prossi. how fucking awesome can you get. my mum called me jesus the other day because she was yelling at me and i just kept smiling at her. thats how amazing the man was. although it does kind of help the argument that he might have been deluded. even mad. huh. i didnt think of it like that. not a very nice thing for my mum to have said. hmmm. i’m blanking for a bit. oh new rule! i have to tell you, i say you even though i know nobody is reading this, and if someone is…cringe!!! but yes i have to tell you why i stopped writing yesterday because i wrote down i have to go to work but thats not good enough as an excuse because i’m actually at work as i write this. my work involves sitting behind a counter with a laptop infront of me and ignoring every customer who walks in as much as i can. yes i’m a till jocky and not the cool kind like randall from clerks, but more the sad kind like Dante because he hates being there but has nowhere fucking else to go. my parents own this place. hence my dad being a rich capitalist and my being a fake socialist. and ive been stuck here for the last six years now and i reconize 90% of the people who walk into this place and i want to punch atleast 90% of those 90%. I cant punch the rest of the 10% because theyre too fucking old. not because I like them. wow I hate a lot of people. no. no. this is just a symptom me hating myself again. it has to be I’m starting to come out like a monster in this post, my two hypersexualised followers are going to be defollowing me any second. can you find out if someone has defollowed you? do you get a little notification for that? like you do when someone is following you. such and such person is no longer following you. LOSER! me. not them. i’m the dumpee remember, not the dumper. maybe this is me. maybe this is why i’m writing this, because i cant possibly hope to tell anyone any of these things. not face to face anyway. who would want to listen? God knows I wouldn’t. except maybe if i was getting paid for it. even then. clearly ive gone through medical school or at least graduate school to be sitting there and getting paid to listen to this crap and eventually i’d reach a point where i’d want to get this person out of my room, out of my face out of my life, just as far away from me as possible, wow. i want to stop writing this now. i suddenly dont feel great. and i feel tired 

[konaanaria13]

Cool, so Hi! I'm Kona.

I like to write. so I thought I would start a page so I can post stuff I like.

I mostly write Fan Fiction and stuff like that but I'm trying to start some original stuff aswell.

My first Language Isn't English so my Grammer is really terrible, I don't know where to write Capitals or where to set , those.

So if you do read sm from me and see spelling mistakes you can either ignore it or you can copy it Fix it all and i'll post that one to make u happy!

Please don't steal my work cuz that's kinda fucked up and just like never do that in general!

I like pretty much everything but at the moment i'm mainly writing for HP aura like the Marauders but not rly for the golden trio itself cuz they kinda bore me. but i love the slytherin gang so i like writing for those!

Hmu if your bored or want to talk to me in any way I'm pretty much always free and I'd love for ur support!

I'm okay with anything as long as it's not feet kink's!

Thank's!

-K<3

#writing #marauders #spelling mistakes #new person #dsmpblr #marvel #game of thrones #idk what this is #songs

[lilacsa]

# tokyo revengers + 2:00 AMs

this ended up just being relationship hc’s, fem reader

warnings: i mention being horny once characters: baji, chifuyu, & mitsuya

# baji keisuke 

- sometimes baji will be out with toman at night and you’ll cross his mind. 

- he’ll start dosing off thinking about the sound of your voice, the shape of your eyes, or how he misses your smell, or maybe hes just horny idk.

- baji’s a very loud and energetic person, but when he’s thinking of you his world goes silent, so it's pretty obvious to chifuyu or draken that he’s not paying attention.

- Naturally, baji comes to the very rational conclusion that he’ll just drive over to your house in the middle of the night.

- “...Alright, sounds good, baji what do you thi- where’d baji go? Baji? ... baji what are you- yo dawg where are you going its like 2:30 in the mo-”

- by the time he makes it to your house he realizes he probably shouldn't ring your doorbell in case your parents are at the door and hes lowkey terrified of them even though he’d never admit it.

- so he makes another very rational decision of climbing up to your window.

- if he can’t open it he’ll just bang on it until you open it up for him. he does not care if he wakes you up by the way. does not care if his shoes gets your floor dirty with either. he only cares about seeing you.

- doesn’t mind you scolding him for waking you up or making a mess of your bedroom, and honestly, he likes that you’re giving him attention. there’s no one’s attention baji craves more than yours.

- if he's in the mood to go on a bike ride with you, he’ll throw rocks at your window instead and tries to convince you to jump down from there.

- “it’s not that high up... c’mon babe you’ll be fine, i promise, dont worry about it- i’ll catch you you’ll be fine c’mon” 

- you end up walking down your stairs instead.

# chifuyu matsuno

- look you’ve always been on his mind, even before you started dating.

- you were his school crush. a girl in his chemistry class that he couldn’t stop thinking about. the way you sat at your desk, laughed with your friends, or walked through the halls mesmerized him. 

- that shit kept him awake at night

- though chifuyu’s not the most outgoing person, especially when it comes to girls, he tries his best to be bold. If he could tell you weren't preoccupied, he’d walk up to you and initiate a conversation in public. 

- chifuyu’s relatively good at carrying a conversation or making an awkward moment a little less awkward, but deep down he’s terrified of making you uncomfortable or crossing any boundaries, so his attempts at flirting would come off a lot more like friendliness.

- after you two did start dating however, chifuyu gradually revealed the more romantic side to him.

- there was nothing he loved more than going on walks with you outside after the sunset. he’d watch your eyes glimmer as you stared at the stars above you or the traffic lights if yall are still in tokyo lmao

- he could talk to you for hours on the most boring topics, he just loves your voice and the way you articulate words (Love is only a Feeling by Joey Bada$$? yeah he wrote that. abt you btw).

- you two would be so lost in your conversation that hours would pass and you wouldn’t realize it until you checked your phone.

- “shit- chifuyu i need to get home” “mm but the night is young-” “chifuyu its almost 3 am”

# mitsuya takashi  

- ever since you two began your relationship mitsuya was ready to give you anything you could ask for.

- though you were obviously thankful you’ve always mentioned that he “didn’t need to do all this” for you but he’d insist that he didn’t mind

- he never missed your calls and he always made it a priority to respond to you if you ever needed anything at all, it was only natural for him to do the same for anybody he loved, no matter how exhausted he might be

- needless to say, you were concerned when you heard that there had just been a gang fight in your neighborhood and mitsuya wasn’t picking up

- it was around 2 am when you showed up at mitsuya’s house. he was passed out on his couch with his shoes still on and a blood-stained t-shirt. 

- since it was so late, most local fast-food restaurants were closed, so as quietly as you could you began warming up some food you brought with you. 

- gradually, mitsuya woke up from the smell of food and when he saw you he immediately started apologizing for not calling you back sooner and making you come out at 2:00 am.

- “y/n? oh god- i’m sorry i didn’t call back sooner i was meaning to but then- i dont know- i- oh my god its 2:45 here let me drive you home-” 

- when he got up from his seat to put on his coat, you encouraged him to sit back down and relax.

- it was kind of hard for him to relax knowing that you were doing something for him and he had to fight the urge to remind you that he could warm something up himself and that you should rest instead.

- having you around cooking and caring for him healed a part of him that he didn't realize was wounded. with the absence of his mother, he wasn’t used to having someone look after him the way that you did.

#i kind of went on a tangent on chifuyu’s part #mikey also does the same thing as baji only draken’s def caught on by now #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #baji keisuke #baji headcanons #baji #chifuyu matsuno #chifuyu headcanons #mitsuya takashi #mitsuya headcanons #baji x reader #chifuyu x reader #mitsuya x reader #ignore my terrible grammer #cleo writes

[theaceofarrows]

Just a heads up, I'm sorry I haven't posted anything in the last few days. I haven't given up on anything, it's just been a bad week and I haven't felt very inspired

#feel free to ignore this #i don't know how to tag this #sorry for my terrible grammer

[oval3000]

"Hello" ch. 2

Simon Riley x Reader

Not my art! Not my characters!

After defeating Makorav, Simon went back home to enjoy his night rest. The next day he heard noises outside his apartment. When he went to see who was making those noises, by peaking through the eye hole on his door, he saw you. He never thought you would change his life forever.

!WARNING ⚠️ Terrible grammer, past abuse, abuse, ptsd, trauma, swearing, Obsession, Possessive, death,boring story. Different story plot then the game (Makorav dead)

New to this wanted to try it out. Maybe making it to a series idk .

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

A few weeks has past since then. You were able to get everything settled in. You still felt bad about Simon helping you, especially when your new bed arrived. It wasn't your fault though. Simon peaked through when he heard noises of two men carrying a big box to your apartment. He saw how you thanked them. When you gave them the same treatment you did to him, it pissed him off. Now, he didn't know why, but he knew that they didn't deserve your 'Thank yous' they were just doing their job. So when they left he went in saying that he heard a ruckus and wanted to help, not because he was watching you through his peak hole

You made a batch of homemade chocolate chip cookies. As you placed them on the cooling rack you took out a cute treat bag and a twist tie. You grabbed a gift box from the store plastic bag aswell as other things like snacks and an assortment of good teas that your heard were good, the price really showed it. You didn't care, you really wanted to show him gratitude. You placed everything perfect. You carefully placed half of the batch of the cooled chocolate chip cookies into the cute treat bag. Carefully placing it in the center of the box along with a handwritten note you did on top. You placed on the lid and grabbed a piece of ribbon that matches the box perfectly.

Some say this is extreme and unnecessary, but you really didn't want to feel like a burden especially being new to the building. The last thing you want to cause any problems in your new home.

You took the box and walked in front of Simon's door. You knocked on the door three times while holding the gift box. You were nervous, don't know why, but you were. Your overthoughts were taking over you. It made you think on how you can just turn around and walk away.

However, those thoughts disappeared when you heard the door knob giggle and Simon opened the door. He knew it was you.

He was ready with whatever help you needed, he didn't even noticed the box as he was too busy staring at your eyes.

"I just wanted to say thank you for helping me move in and for building my bed, so please take this as a gift as my gratitude." You handed him the gift box as he looked at you.

"You really didn't have to. It was nice to help" Simon looked at you with a humble look on his face. As for how he feels on the inside, seeing you standing in front of him with a gift just for him.

"I know, I just really wanted to do it." You gave him one the most sweetest smiles.

He reached out with hands as he grabbed the box. You felt his fingers glazing over yours. You felt heat rising in your cheeks. You looked up as he stared you down with a smirk on his face. "Thank you, love"

He saw as you walked away and closed the door. He carefully shut his door, ignoring the locks. Why would he lock his door when an angel moved accross from his place?

He places the gift box on the counter and undid the ribbon. He took of the lid and saw all the things you put in it. He first took the note out and read. His fingers glanced on the cute little drawing you did of a smiley face.

He placed the note down as he took the bag of cookies out. He read the little gift tag 'homemade chocolate chip cookies'. He opened the bag and took a bite of the cookie. He tasted it and it was delicious. Was it delicious? Was he just hungry? Or maybe...just maybe. He found it delicious?

He didn't want to eat the rest in one go. His excuse was simple 'don't want to gain weight' even thought he himself knows he can burn off whatever fat he would gain if he did. He placed the bag of cookies down and admired the rest of the items you gave him. One in particular were the asserment of teas. He knows that brand. Everyone in town knows that brand. The most popular well known brand of good tea and more on the pricy side. He felt spoiled. Never in his life has he felt spoiled.

Feeling things he never felt before. Satisfaction. You gave him so much satisfaction for only knowing him for a month . This emotion felt so good. He wanted more.

Now he isn't selfish. He knows you deserve to be satisfied as well. He just needs to find the right time.

He needs more time with you. He placed the cookies you made him into a little air tight containers, placing it in the center of his kitchen island. He made his way towards his peak hole just to check, simple as that.

He grabbed his laundry basket from his room and made his way towards the laundry room on the down label ground. When he got there, only a few people were there. Some already left while two men still stayed behind. He was never close with anyone in the building, how could he when he's busy serving his country, so his interactions with others were limited. After all he has someone he could spend his energy for.

He shoved his dirty clothes into the washer and poured in the detergent. He wanted to leave and come back, but he knew people like the two men who remained there would do something stupid like throwing his wet clothes on the floor, so he waited patiently.

He could hear the two, young, looking men laughing like hyenas. "Shit men. It wouldn't fucking hurt to get a women doing this shit for us," one of the guys said with a smug look on his face.

Simon didn't bother turning his head, only giving a side eye."you know non of these old fucking hags would do the work" another said has he shook his head.

"But that girl that lives on the fifth floor." Simon felt body tense up as he stood still for a second.

"Lucky bastard, I didn't get to see her" the guy sad, throwing his drench clothes in the dryer.

"I only got to see when we shared an elevator together." The other guy said, tormenting his friend on the sign of seeing a young, beautiful, woman like you.

He leaned in closer to his friend, "how was she?" He looked back to see Simon still standing infront of the washing machine with his hands resting on top.

"If I was there with her for another second I would've bended her over and-" There conversation were quickly interrupted by a loud banging sound. When they turned around they saw Simon with his hand on the lid of the washer, yanking his clothes and throwing them into the dryer.

"You alright there, mate?"

"Say, don't you live on the fifth floor? Do you know that beautiful doll that lives there?"

Simon turned around to fully face them. He saw the way they stood and the look on their faces. It reminded him of the men he would see when his father would take him to those weird shady places."It's non of your concern or your business where someone lives."

One of the guy who has dark brown long curly hair looked at his friend who made that comment about the elevator. He saw the way Simon stared at him. He knew those looks, afterall, he was given those looks when he didn't have the money he owed to some drug dealers. He felt his throat dried up as he took a gulp of whatever was left in his mouth. "Whatever, mate"

His friend, who still had a smug look on his face, still proud for what he said looked at him with a confused look. "The fuck do you mean 'whatever' we fucking live here. Don't we have the right to know who else lives here too?" He looked at back at Simon, who never broke his eye contact. "It's a simple bloody fucking question."

Simon turned his eyes towards the guy with the curly hair. He felt as if he was in the dark alley getting his ass beaten up for not being the right amount of money to his drug dealer. Coming home with bruises on his torso, a broken nose, a busted lip, and an ankle that could barley hold his body weight. "C'mon man, let's just leave."

He tugged the arm of his friend trying to get his attention. "Whatever, I guess. Couldn't be to fucking friendly."

Simon watched as the two guys left. He felt the nails of his finger slowing releasing from his palm, which left in marks of his fingernails from how tight he had his fist. He looked at it, sighing at how they got a reaction out of him.

'Bloody fucking hell'

Did he felt weak when two pathetic loosers made him react this way? Yes. Did he know he was feeling this way? No. Was he proud of it? Debatable. Did he feel good? I mean, he did it to protect you. A delicate soul like you shouldn't be going through this.

His mind and thought weren't coherent. His body was moving while his mind was telling to stop and go home. But like before, you could never be too careful, especially someone like you.

You heard a knock on your door. When opened it, Simon rested his head on his arm, which was resting on your doorframe. He looked up and immediately straighten himself back up. "Simon? What's up?"

You look down and saw a white, plastic, shopping bag in his hand, "I got something for you. Don't worry, it's more for your safety."

He pulled out a box that had a picture of a camera. "A camera?" You looked at him with a concerned look. Were you in danger?

"Their security cameras. Just in case. I heard there's a creep out there so I figured a camera will do for you. That way you can see if anybody tries to break in or so. I'll set it up for you."

"..uh...thank you, Simon. But are you sure it's necessary?" You honestly didn't think a camera is what you needed when you moved into your new place. However, when it comes from your neighbor who has been nothing, but helpful during your entire change of environment, you think to yourself that maybe having some cameras around won't be too bad.

"Trust me. It will help you."

"Okay then. Thank you, Simon"

"No problem, love."

#cod modern warfare #cod x reader #cod mw2 #fanfic #yandere simon riley #simon riley x reader #ghost x y/n #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #yandere ghost #simon riley x you

[simpforchuchu]

Ran Haitani x reader who he has a crush on

A/n: Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: violence,blood,fight, MANGA SPOILERS, LAST ARC

"Y/n... say something please. You're scaring me."

Ran had been facing the young girl's blank stare for hours and y/n didn't say a word. After hearing the news of Draken's death, y/n remained silent and didn't speak to anyone. She had been sitting quietly in the room with Ran for hours, watching the wall. Ran was starting to get scared of her. Let her cry. He wanted her to shout, hit him if she wanted, but not be silent.

"Onii-san, we have to go."

Startled by Rindou's voice, Ran stood up. He left the room, closed the door, and whispered to Rindou.

"The war is about to begin, huh?" Rindou silently nodded and pointed in. "How is she? Is she still not talking?"

Ran shook his head. "She scares me"

"she can't win against South, bro." he frowned at what Rindou said.

"That's what I'm afraid of too. I'm afraid she'll go against him. This time he'll kill her."

Rindou patted his brother's arm and smiled

"You really fell in love with your enemy, huh?"

Ran smiled and looked at his brother. "We are no longer enemies"

...

"Die Kakucho!" After Sanzu hitting Kakucho hard on the head with the pipe, he shouted. "No matter how strong you are in fights, it'd be much easier to use weapons, you know ?" And then Ran hit Sanzu hard with his baton and saved Kaku "Easy indeed"

The war of the 3 gods had begun. Draken's death had dragged the 3 deadly gangs into battle. While Mikey watched from the sidelines, South and Brahman members were fighting.

When Senju was defeated by South, Mikey started walking. After beating Kakucho, he threw him in front of South and faced South for a fight.

Everything was so different. Mikey was so different. It was as if there was no humanity left in him. He was destroying everyone who stood in his way. Just as he was beating South to death as well, someone was about to attack Ran with a knife to save Sanzu, when a voice was heard.

"Ran, watch out!" When Ran turned around, someone in front of him grabbed the knife that came to him and kicked that man. Sanzu and Ran both immediately recognized this person as they looked in shock.

"Y/n!"

As Ran screamed in fear, y/n started to move forward ignoring him.

...

South was dead, Mikey beating Takemichi to death. Suddenly there was a shout and everyone cleared the way.

"Mikey!"

Mikey stopped with the familiar voice and put Takemichi on the ground. Koko, Sanzu, Ran, Rin, Kaku everyone was watching what was going on. Mikey recognized the girl coming towards him. She was coming towards him, blood dripping from her hand. She was hurt. There was nothing but anger and emptiness in her eyes. Just like Mikey.

"Y/n stop!"

Ran shouted but y/n didn't listen. He looked at Takemichi and stood in front of Mikey and punched him in hatred.

"You! You son of a bitch! Draken died because of you! Are you still shamelessly hitting your friends? You are such an asshole Manjiro Sano!"

There was nothing but hatred in her eyes as Mikey stared at her in horror. The war was over and everyone was watching them.

"Draken didn't deserve to die. Draken…" y/n put her hand to her heart and began to cry, "I feel like my heart is empty." Mikey was shocked by the sentence he heard. "Draken didn't deserve to die but you do, Mikey" Y/n turned the knife in her hand upside down and aimed it at Mikey.

Ran looked at Sanzu as everyone watched them in shock. "If we don't stop them now, terrible things will happen. And they will make Tokyo hell no matter who lives. Help me!"

Sanzu and Ran silently approached y/n, and Ran held tight her as Sanzu took the knife in her hand.

"Let me go, Ran, let go!" Ran held y/n tighter. "Stop, dont do it.You will regret!"

Y/n started crying "Draken..." Weaknessed as she cried chanting Draken's name, Ran took her in his arms and looked at Mikey.

"We lost Mikey, you won. But stay away from her. Don't get close to her if you care about her a little."

After what Ran said, he shouted to his gang and took y/n and left.

...

"You cut your hand deep, but you'll be fine" He was watching the young girl while holding y/'s hand. The young girl was still crying silently and it hurt when he looked at her. Ran loved her very much.

When the bandage was finished, he placed a kiss on her hand and whispered.

"I know you don't like me. But you saved my life. Thank you y/n. And... I'm so sorry for your loss. Draken... he was such a nice guy. He wasn't like me... I'm inside if you need anything. Sleep."

Just as Ran was about to leave the room, y/n took his hand and the young boy looked at him in surprise.

"Will you sleep next to me? I don't want to be alone tonight." Ran smiled and crouched on the bed and nodded his head. How could he say no?

#tokyorevengers #haitani brothers #ran haitani x reader #ran haitani fic #ran haitani #haitani ran #ran x reader #haitani brothers x reader #tokyo revengers ran

[writersmilex]

Yoooo the request are open now? Niceee anyways to the may point. So what about the main 4 reacting to their s/o being a terrible experiment after being captured (english in not my first languge sorry for bad grammer)

Your engish seems fine to me. But english is not my first language either...

Anyway here goes! i hope you like it!

(art by AokiCyber on Twitter)

Hank:

- Hank did not rest until you were in safe hands once again. Specifically his hands. He and his friends went to find you together. All of a sudden the contract between you and your friends broke, and after several days of you missing, Hank grew restless.

- He was enraged by the state the group finds you in. In some surgical chair... wounded. Wounds put there out of curiosity. 2Bdamned had to keep Hank from killing everyone on the spot, reminding him to take you home and save first.

- As he was carrying you out to safety, that is when the sadness started. This whole ordeal made Hank feel all kinds of emotions he didn't know he could feel. That deep pain in his heart, made it feel like he failed you somehow.

- while you were recovering in the med bay, Hank went back to kill everyone anyway. Nobody can cause pain to his beloved...NOBODY! Killing all those people relieved some anger he had and once everyone is dead, Hank returns to look after you.  - Hank didn't want anyone to get close to you, protecting you so fiercely that not even 2Bdamned is allowed to get close. He won't leave your side anymore. Hank was already ignoring himself, now he puts your well-being before his and neglects himself completely. Only if you tell him to rest he will listen.

- He is the first thing that you saw when you finally woke up. And he panicked when you started crying and just held you tightly for a long time.

- You got your bearings back and told everyone about what the enemies have done to you. Everyone is rightfully mad and got a new reason to hate the AAHW. Especially Hank, his grip tightens on you as you tell your story. There is nothing much he can do now, he has already killed the enemies as savagely as possible, leaving no one to tell the story.

- Hank only thought of the AAHW as a minor nuisance, now he has a personal grudge against that damn agency. He actually has a motive to kill now... But he will leave some victims for you so you can have some revenge yourself. Once you're back to your old self.

- Every once in a while, Hank will wordlessly hug you suddenly. This is his way of showing you support and his way of protecting you. And if he can't be around you for any reason, he will threaten Sanford and Deimos with death if the two don't look after you.

- Hank will do everything in his power to help you recover, although compassion isn't his strongest suit, he will try just for you. He is like a scary guard dog that's only affectionate towards you and you alone.

~~~~

Sanford:

- You went out on a solo mission... and didn't return. After a few weeks you went officially missing, Sanford's paranoia only grew.  - He was done waiting and went out to find you by himself. However, Deimos stopped him before he could. "(Y/n) is my friend, Let's get 'em back together." Deimos states. And so the due went to find you, leaving a little sticky note for Doc to let him know.  - Sanford could barely focus, his worry for your well-being never-ceasing while on the hunt for you. He will not hesitate to mow down anyone trying to stop him from getting to his goal.

- The moment he found you, he had trouble focusing. His emotions nearly get the better of him while fighting off enemies. Deimos covers while Sanford gets you out of the scary contraption you're in.

- It's a relief for Sanford to have you in his arms once again, however the pained look and blood on your face only fuels his anger. He doesn't have time to think about revenge right now. Getting you to safety is the main priority. It was Deimos who took that revenge for Sanford, while still covering you and Sanford. He made sure that any enemy isn't left alive.

- Sanford doesn't leave your side once you're with him again. The moment you're in his arm to when you're loaded up on a stretcher. But had to be forcefully removed by Deimos when Skinner had to examine you and reconstruct your arm.

- After the examination and needed surgeries, Sanford is by your side again. He is just as upset as he thinks you would be. He feels like he failed to protect you as his lover. Deimos was beside him and had to give Sanford a pep-talk to get him out of his depressive state.

- Sanford cried when you finally woke up, you cried with him in each other's arms. And he pretty much didn't let go from the rest of the day.

- He does everything for you. whatever you what, he will get it for you. And while Sanford is out, Deimos is the only one he allowed near you. Deimos brought all kinds of games to play with you.

- But the moment Sanford returns with the thing you wanted, Deimos needs to scram because Sanford gets territorial when it comes to you being injured and needing to recover.  ~~~~ Deimos:

- You usually don't take this long on a solo mission. He knows and praises you for being a tough cookie but, this time he is really worried.

- And he won't stop bothering 2Bdamned about these concerns about you. And it has been a full week already. You still didn't return and Doc grew worried as well. And when the communication ceased on your side, things took for the worst.

- Out of them all, Deimos is the most vocal about his worries when it comes to you. He needs everyone to know that there is something wrong and needs help with it. The longer you were missing, his paranoia has reached new heights.

- Deimos can't sit still. Gathering all his friends to do some brainstorming on how to get you back, no idea is crazy enough to Deimos if it gets you back to him.

- 2Bdamned finally found your location due to the tracker in your communicator, Deimos didn't waste any time and prepared to get you back. He is really for murder. Sanford and Hank joined their friend to rescue you.

- The moment Deimos say what the enemies have done to you, he sees red with rage. Murdering all the enemies nearby, his friends take down the rest as he is busy recovering you. Hank kills more and Sanford covers you and Deimos while the group is making their leave.

- Deimos couldn't be removed from you, clinging to your side while Dr Skinner is patching you up. while you're recovering, even then he stays at your side. He feels like he failed as a lover, you got hurt and he couldn't protect you.

- When you wake up, Deimos is all over you. Openly crying about how worried he was and how sorry he is. You start to cry as well, for you are happy to be saved with your lover and your friends.

- While you're getting better, Deimos is there all the way. He is good at entertaining you while you're stuck in a hospital bed. Brings all the games he can find to play with you, or just talking and telling stories.

- If Deimos has to leave your side for any reason. He will leave his best and most trusted friend; Sanford at your side to look after you. Which is actually pretty awkward.

~~~~

2Bdamned:

- He already had the strange gut feeling about this mission you went on and has told you several times to watch yourself. Once he bid you goodbye and watched you leave, the feeling of dread only grows.

- And the moment communication stopped and you were gone for too long, 2Bdamned went into action immediately. Once your location is pinpointed, he sets out to rescue you himself.

- Instead of killing anyone in his path towards you, he is a bit more strategic about it. But if he has to kill, he won't hold back this time.

- He found you, quickly removing the tubes inserted into your arms. Taking you back home as fast as possible. He left you to be examined by Dr Skinner, and Skinner communicates everything to 2Bdamned, even when he found those worrisome chemicals in your vessels which Skinner removed of course.

- Doc was there when you came to, he was just as happy to see you as you were to see him. A lot more gentler than Deimos when embracing you. He's overal overjoyed that you're back and safe with him and his friends.

- 2Bdamend is not a medical expert by any means, only he does know more about medical stuff than the rest of the team, he will take over Dr Skinner's job completely to look after you by himself.

- Of course, he can tell that you're emotionally tattered by the incident, he will do anything in his power and even beyond that to help you recover. If you need something, anything at all, just say the word and he's got it.

- You want him to just hold you? Of course, he'll comply, whatever you need. He doesn't want to leave you anyways. He spends the night with you in the hospital bed, he couldn't sleep is was too worried that something might happen at night.

- He will find any excuse or simply ignore anything other that requires his attention and if he really has no other choice, he will order Hank to guard you. Hank is really good at guarding you, almost too good...

- At least Hank listens when 2Bdamned returns and shoos him away so he can guard you himself. You don't have to worry about the enemies coming back for you. Because they're all dead... _____________________________________ You hurt? The main 4 hurts whoever hurt you! Thanks for reading. - Smilex

#madness combat headcanons #madness combat x reader #madness combat #x reader #reader insert #head-canons #madness combat reader insert #madcom hank #madcom deimos #madcom sanford #madcom 2bdamned #hurt/comfort

[i-am-arcana-trash]

Because I think drinking together can be fun in the right company.

Laurel x Tashi because this is my blog and if I want to write self indulgent stuff I can.

CW: Drinking, some innuendo, my terrible sentence structure/grammer/etc.

Okay I’m done borrowing Tashi for now @bastart13 :P

The Raven was especially rowdy on a rainy evening.

He had surprised Laurel to go out, insisting she get out of her shop and spend time with other people besides her shop customers.

Laurel had seemed somewhat resistant but he insisted it would be fun and frankly.....she had a hard time resisting him when he pulled out his puppy dog eyes.

They chatted on their way to the Raven, she had several interesting customers, some unnerving card reads. He was finishing up a new collection for the upcoming party season.

The bar was fairly full when they arrived and they found a small table in the back. That's when Tashi poked the bear so to speak.

"I take it you don't drink much?"

Laurel shook her head "Oh I can pack it away when I want too..."

Tashi looked unconvinced "I never see you drink anything but hibiscus tea and water."

"I only drink in excess when I feel safe in my company." She smiled at him and Tashi grinned.

"What about you?"

He paused, eyeing the pint in front of him, "I had an accident while drinking...but I still like it."

Laurel nodded in understanding. He liked that about her, she read between the lines and knew when to push and when to let the conversation fall.

"Well...let's have a fun night...because after this I'll need to hide out for a month."

Tashi laughed "Meanwhile I'll try to drag you out again tomorrow."

"Don't hold your breath."

Tashi laughed again, draining out his glass "Let's see how much fun you are."

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It was midnight and while they both had consumed a fair number of drinks, Laurel was a bit worse for wear than Tashi. He practically choked on his drink when Laurel ended up on a table.

It was fun seeing her like this. Normally controlled in her words and actions, she was slouching at the bar, talking and laughing so loudly other patrons would turn to look at her.

Drunk Laurel danced on tables, they played a few rounds of poker (she lost) and was friends with the whole bar.

She was also dropping every sappy one liner and dirty joke she knew, much to Tashi's delight. Laurel usually blushed at any innuendo he made, but now she's the one making him blush.

Laurel swayed over to him, plopping down onto a stool.

She leaned over slightly and gave him a goofy grin.

"Did you know you are v...v..verrrrrrry pretty."

Tashi smirked "You've told me that at least 5 times tonight...but I do love hearing it..it's very true."

Laurel grinned "Bet you'd look prettier under me...."

Tashi flustered "Lau-Laurel!"

She winked at him and Tashi had to ignore the warmth in his gut, muttering under his breath "Tease..."

Laurel leaned over, her breath tickling his cheek "Can I kiss you?"

Tashi looked over at her raising a brow "Since when do you ask? I thought we were beyond that..."

Laurel smiled gently "Sheems like a polite thing...maybe you don't want alcohol breath."

Tashi laughed and reached around her waist, pulling her to him, brushing his nose to hers.

"I appreciate the concern, but it's fine.."

Laurel grinned kissing him. Tashi was about to pull her closer when the sounds of breaking glass caught their attention.

He felt Laurel pull him a little closer, a few patrons having a discussion over a poker match and they were getting a bit overzealous. But Tashi could sense the tension in the room growing.

Laurel sensed it too, standing up and placing herself between him and the growing cluster of drunkenly shouting patrons.

She looked over at him, brushing his hair off his forehead "Hey let's get out of here."

Tashi was about to speak when someone stumbled into Laurel, almost toppling her back.

She caught herself against the wall and shoved the patron off of her with her foot.

"Tashi let's go...."

"Laurel....?"

"Please let's go...."

Tashi nodded, wheeling himself towards the door, he could sense her growing unease with the group.

Outside the Raven it was raining, but Laurel seemed to ease. Her shoulders relaxing.

She stuck her hand out from the overhang of the bar, rainwater catching in her palm.

"I always liked the rain..."

Tashi watched her "Rain ruins clothes."

She laughed, looking over her shoulder at him "I was going to offer to dry you off when we got back to your shop."

With that Laurel stepped into the downpour, tilting her head back, running her hands over her head. She spun around, spraying him with water droplets.

"Hey!"

Laurel took a few steps toward him, leaning over to dry the drops on his pants.

"Good as new...."

Tashi looked at his dry pants then back at her “Why did you want to get out so fast?”

She looked at her nails for a minute “I prefer to avoid confrontation when possible....”

Tashi could sense her unease at the topic “Ah....”

They looked out at the rain before Tashi sighed “I doubt this will stop anytime soon.....”

Laurel grinned at him “You won’t melt, promise.”

Tashi looked unconvinced but they made their way through the empty streets of Vesuvia and back to his shop. Stopping under overhangs, and laughing at each other’s wet faces. Tashi cursed her for still looking cute soaking wet, while he felt like a wet dog.

By the time they made it to his shop, the rain had lessened slightly, but they were soaked, Laurel’s boots squelching as she shook off in his doorway, before opening the shop door. She found his towels as he wheeled himself in, and with some difficulty, pulled off her boots, leaving them by the door, leaving small puddles from her dripping clothes

She stood in front of him and pointed to his shirt.

"Off."

Tashi complied, blushing slightly as she dried his hair. "Oh you’re gonna boss me around..? And after you dripped all over my floor

Laurel grinned "My fault I’ll get that. Now let me help."

Normally Tashi preferred to do everything on his own, but he could feel the alcohol in his system in spite of the rain and her hands were surprisingly warm against his skin.

"Just..take your time.."

"Anything for you love...."

Tashi ignored the pet name, he wasn't sure she realized what she said, but he kind of liked it.

She kneeled down in front of him, as she dried his chest. She tried to ignore how his skin felt against her hands. But her motions got slower as she got distracted by a stray water drop rolling down his chest.

Stop starting it’s rude, stop staring it’s rude.

“You gonna stare all night?” Tashi’s voice drew her attention and she blushed brightly.

"Sorry, well....your pants are soaked.....and while the thought of taking your pants off is fun....hadn't really intended to do it this early" she was teasing him.

Tashi grabbed her arm "I'll need help.....wet pants aren’t exactly easy to get off."

Laurel nodded and followed his instructions, helping him get dried and settled into bed. Once he was comfortable he caught her shiver.

"You'll freeze in those clothes.....get dried off...."

He politely ignored her as she got undressed before he felt her weight on the side of his bed.

She reached over to lace her fingers with his "I had fun.....thanks for dragging me out...."

He gently tugged her hand, guiding her next to him. "Thanks for coming along, I prefer good company when I drink."

With that he turned on his side facing Laurel. She grinned at him, pulling his blanket up to their chins.

"You know Tashi....I...really like you...and I hope you like spending time with me as I do with you."

She dropped her gaze, suddenly very interested in the stitching of his blanket.

He caught her gaze again when he pressed his forehead to hers.

"I had fun...even if I had to get wet. But don't think I want to do that again any time soon, but I'll spend time with you in less wet ways...."

He paused then before smirking at her and he caught the smirk on her face "What? You didn't like getting wet with me?"

He felt his face heat and she winked at him "You are so easy...."

Tashi huffed before his hands found the sides of her face. "You are so irritating."

Laurel looked unbothered "It's a special skill of mine."

She brushed her nose with his, and pressed a feather light kiss to his lips.

"Get some rest love....goodnight.."

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When they awoke that morning, sunlight pouring into the shop.

Tashi sat up, eyeing Laurel who was face down on her pillow snoring softly.

Leaning over he kissed the side of her head and she stirred "Morning...."

She groaned before sitting up, rubbing her eyes "Ughhhh, was I really embarrassing last night...?"

"You made a lot of dirty jokes....."

Laurel blushed "Oh shoot.....sorry..I uh...I didn't offend...did I...?"

"You did say I'd look prettier under you...."

Laurel slapped a hand over her face "Oh my gods....that's why I don't drink, I just blurt out everything."

Tashi laughed "It was fun, you were fun....I do have one question....since when did we start using pet names....love..."

Laurel flushed bright red "I uh....sorry."

"Frankly of you were going to give me a pet name..I'd like something that sounds more fancy like.... Your highness, my king, uh....most cherished one."

He laughed when Laurel chucked a pillow at him.

"You have terrible taste in pet names....all your good ideas must go into your outfits and if you don't want me to call you that I can stop.."

He reached for her shoulder, making her lay back, her head in his lap. "I didn't say I didn't like it...but what can I call you? Babe? Baby? Goddess?"

Laurel made a face and he laughed again "How about dear? Sweetheart?"

"Closer but not quite."

"Picky picky. I'll find a good one."

Laurel grinned up at him "Want to go get breakfast?"

He nodded, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "Of course.....love."

“You won’t let me forget that will you?”

“Nope.”

#my writing #apprentice laurel #apprentice tashi #throws this into the ether #okay enjoy my first offical class is tomorrow and i got one more idea out

[splintergirl13]

So here is a little head cannon I thought of while reading your fan fic.

What if herobrine never had/celebrated his birthday so he forgot when it was, so Steve and Alex pick a day and celebrate his birthday with him. (P.s. sorry I have horrific grammer)

I liked this idea so much I made a little drabble under the read more :3 I hope it is worthy of such an great headcanon! Thank you so much for the ask! It fills me with joy to hear that people are thinking about my story lol <3. And don't worry. Grammar is hard and doesn't make any sense. I feel your pain

Before we dive in: this takes place pretty earlier into Steve and Brine becoming friends. So they are just starting to pine. Not in a relationship yet. Alex and Brine are still a little wary of each other but have come to accept that they are stuck with each other.

I'd say this is rated teen for just some small strong language lol

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The Birthday Brine

-

It was a hot, lazy summer afternoon. Too nice to spend down in the mines. But a little too warm to do any strenuous activities.

So Alex and Steve decided to go on down to the small river they frequented on days like today. A secluded area where the water pooled deep enough to swim. And, of course, Herobrine tagged along. As was becoming more of the norm these days.

Steve was lying comfortably in the shade of a few trees on the bank of the river. Legs in the water; small waves lapped up to his knees as the water went by. Arms crossed behind his head. His shirt was off and laid over his eyes, shutting out any of the light that filtered through the leaves. Not really dozing off, but close to it.

Herobrine was similarly relaxing. He lay on his belly; balanced precariously on a nearby tree that had fallen over the river. Looking like a big cat lounging about in the direct sun. Soaking up the rays. One hand was draped down to the side, touching the cool water.

Alex was the only one fully in the river. She was a little upstream, floating on her back. She had taken off her pants, leaving them on the shore, and let her long green shirt cover her lower half. Every once in a while she would swim back to her original place as the current took her down towards Herobrine.

The trio had been chatting absentmindedly. Talking about anything, really. Steve ranted humorously about his pickaxe making a squeaking sound. Alex discussed way too many of the current happenings in town. Even Herobrine brought up that a dragonfly had landed on his shoulder. Which had the trio all staring for a bit before it flew off and they went back to their current positions.

It wasn't until a certain question came to Alex’s mind that the peace of the scene was disturbed.

"Hey Sparky." The adventurer asked. "...How old are you?"

Herobrine took a while to answer. Seeming to think through the question slowly. Finally he asked without opening his eyes. "Why?"

"Just curious." Alex shrugged, swimming a little.

The demon shifted. Now peaking over to look at Steve. It was like the miner could tell that he was being looked at because he lifted his shirt to look back questioningly.

Herobrine spoke up. "When was the last time I respawned? Four months ago?"

Steve frowned. "Yes. More like three. You fell through a roof, remember?"

"Right, right." Herobrine moved his hand up out of the water. "Terribly made and rusty old structure. Glad it forced a respawn. Tetanus is not fun even with healing powers."

"Why is this relevant?" Alex asked impatiently.

"I'm 28." Herobrine said immediately.

Alex sat up in the water. Causing a bit of a ruckus amongst some fish that had gotten close. "No you're not!"

"Yes I am." Herobrine turned his attention to her. She shuddered ever so slightly under his scrutinizing stare. "Every time I die, I respawn back to the same age at which I turned immortal."

Alex crossed her hands over her chest. "Okay, well that's only technically. I meant, like, if you count ALL the years you've been alive."

"I have no fucking clue, Alex." Herobrine rolled his head to the otherside of the tree to ignore her. Yet continued to talk. "Time loses all meaning when you're immortal. Not to mention I was trapped in the nether for most of that time. So it's even harder to tell."

"What's your best guess?" Steve asked, now curious as well.

And the head came back around. Looking at Steve. The demon wouldn't ignore the miner. He bit his lip, eyes trailing towards the water. "I dunno... maybe a few centuries... a millennia or so..."

"Old." Steve clarified. Seeing that the demon was struggling a little.

"Yeah... old." Herobrine scowled.

"So, what, do we have to, like, wait until you live a year to celebrate your birthday?" Alex giggled. "No wonder you don't remember it. It would never be your birthday based on that criteria."

Herobrine scoffed. "What are you talking about?"

"Yeah." Steve added, putting the shirt back over his eyes. "Come to think of it, when is your birthday, Brine?"

"You want to know the exact date I was born?" Herobrine sat up now, clearly confused. "Fuck... I don't know. I didn't even keep track of days back then. I just survived. It wasn't until I met... my brother that we talked about days. And he was able to do some weird 'code calculation' as he called it to figure out my true age. But we didn't really care about that. None of us counted in the aether. None of us wanted to count. When you have endless time you tend not to care. It's a depressing chore."

"So none of you celebrated your birthday?" Alex asked.

"Why would you celebrate your birth?" Herobrine growled. "Existence is a curse."

"That's why we have to celebrate!" Alex exclaimed. "It helps us mortals to forget about our fleeting existence."

"Yeah!" Steve enthusiastically raised a fist to the sky in agreement.

"Like the aether needed another reason to celebrate..." Herobrine grumbled, flopping back down on the tree. "The amount of bullshit dances I had to get dressed up for was astronomical."

"So you really have never had a birthday, huh?" Steve wasn't sure why he was surprised.

"Nope." Herobrine said, popping the p and settling back on the tree. Thinking that was the end of the conversation.

But Steve and Alex had other plans.

"Bro you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"You think we have enough time today?"

"Sure why not? We were already planning on going into town together."

"Then we better hurry."

"What are you two talking about?" Herobrine muttered. The siblings were getting out of the water and putting back on their clothes.

"We're going to throw you a birthday party!" Steve smiled over at him.

Herobrine almost fell off his branch.

"W-what? Why?"

Alex shrugged. "Well, if you don't know what day your birthday is, it might as well be any day. And since we are already all together and don't have any plans for the rest of the evening... why not?"

Herobrine teleported off his tree and stood next to the two. "You really don't need to-"

"Too late, it's happening." Alex smiled. Starting to walk off. Not putting on her shoes as she walked through the increasingly tall grass.

"Go wait in the nether and come back around sunset!" Steve pushed on his back excitedly. As if he could shove him through a portal that wasn't there.

"Why?"

"We are gonna surprise you!"

"Oh. Yippee. Surprise." Herobrine did not mask his unenthusiasm.

"It'll be fun, I promise." Steve said as he stopped pushing and went to go join Alex.

Herobrine was left alone and very confused as to what had just happened. He blinked up at the setting sun and winced. He wouldn't know the correct time in the nether. So he decided to go back to his tree branch and relax until the time came. He had no idea what was in store for him. But he didn't try to think too hard about it. If he didn't like it he could always teleport away.

All this talk of aether and age had his head buzzing with unpleasant thoughts. He tried to will them away and think of nothing instead. Watching as the river flowed beneath him. The dragonfly landed back on his hands.

-

It was just after sunset when Herobrine was walking up to Steve's small house and knocking on the door. Steve was adamant about him knocking. As Herobrine had the tendency to just teleport into a location, unannounced. There was the sound of muffled talking as well as a wonderful smell of something cooking in the furnace.

He heard the miner walk towards the door, he recognized his footsteps easily. Much different than Alex’s.

Steve cracked open the door. "Herobrine, you have perfect timing! We are just finishing up."

Herobrine tried to move forward but Steve closed the door more. He smiled, shyly. "Er. You gotta close your eyes."

"... Why?"

Steve smiled wider. "It's all part of the process."

So Herobrine huffed and closed his eyes. Steve took him by the hand. Leading him inside. Herobrine could feel his heartbeat where they connected. The miner was excited. So Herobrine was excited.

He was led into the house and then Steve stopped and walked over to join where he could sense Alex.

"Surprise!" They both yelled.

Herobrine stood there with his eyes closed. Face oozing confusion.

"Open your eyes now, Brine." Steve whispered loudly to him.

"Oh." And he did. He blinked and took in the sight.

The inside of the house was decorated with a few colored strings on the ceiling and what seemed to be little torches everywhere else. It was very simple and yet very pretty.

"Do you like it?" Alex asked.

"We didn't have too much time to decorate so we made due with what we had." Steve said. "Probably not as fancy as your aether parties."

"No." Herobrine smiled. "But I like this better." The aether parties were always decorated with too much. This was nice and made Herobrine feel cozy.

Alex gestured to the table, patting the chair to sit down. "Since it's pretty late we figured we'd just do a birthday dinner. Steve said you would eat if we made you food."

Herobrine nodded. Glad he hadn't had anything to eat for a while. He wasn't the biggest fan of eating. Steve had been reintroducing it to him slowly. The miner was an excellent cook.

"Good!" Alex smiled. Steve sat next to Herobrine at the table. "I handled dinner and Steve handled the most important part of a birthday, the dessert!"

"It all smells nice." Herobrine commented politely. It did. He was actually excited to eat.

Alex disappeared into the kitchen. Preparing plates for them all. Steve and Herobrine shared a look. Both smiling, somewhat uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time. It didn't last long as Alex came out with two plates, setting it down in front of them.

The meal consisted of roasted corn, slathered in butter, some sort of shredded pork on bread with some sweet sauce, and a cold potato salad. Steve instantly dug in. Probably hungry from all the work they had been doing. Herobrine waited for Alex to return with her own plate before starting to pick at the food. It wasn't long before he was eating more sloppily than Steve. Alex apologized, saying she wanted to make something more special like a smoked biscuit but Herobrine wasn't sure why she was sorry. It was all delicious. And Herobrine found himself wanting to eat the entire plate. It was the perfect meal on the warm night.

The house was filled with the delightful sounds of eating. None of them talked very much. Not needing to. Just enjoying each other’s company. And the food! They were all very invested in the food.

Once they were done, Herobrine was tempted to ask for more. But he remembered that there was still dessert to eat. He started to try to clean up his plate. But Steve stopped him immediately. "Ah, ah. No dishes when it's your birthday."

"Hmm. This birthday business keeps getting better." Herobrine smirked at him.

Steve disappeared into the kitchen and returned with two plates filled with two generous slices of homemade chocolate cake.

He set them down in front of Alex and his own seats. "We have a special slice for you, Herobrine. Hold on."

Steve rushed away and walked slowly back with a similar piece of cake. But this one had a very tiny torch stuck in the middle of it. Herobrine blinked. Huh. Strange.

"It's a candle." Steve explained. "It's a tradition to have some on your cake. We only had this old one." He set the on fire cake in front of him. Herobrine enjoyed the fire flare. "Usually you have a candle for every year you've been alive."

"But that would've set the house on fire." Alex snickered.

Herobrine rolled his eyes and tried to grab his fork. But Alex stopped him. "Wait! We have to sing to you!"

"Er, no thanks." That seemed silly. He did not want to be sung to.

Steve made a face. "I don't like that part either. I think we should skip it."

"We have to! It's tradition!" Alex wrapped her elbow around Steve’s neck. "Come on, Stevie. One time!"

"Alright. Alright." He caved easily. And they began.

Herobrine sat awkwardly as the two sang a little song. Saying his name. Herobrine had never heard Steve sing. It was nice. He had a pleasant voice. He thought the man should sing more. He hummed a lot but never truly sang.

Once they were done. Alex said. "Now you make a wish and blow out the candle."

"A wish? Wish for what?"

"For anything." Steve added. "But you have to wish in your head. And don't tell anyone or your wish won't come true."

"Like a curse?"

"Yeah kinda. But it's just for fun."

The demon chewed on his lip. Seeming to think about it. He nodded eventually. "Okay. I've made my wish."

"Now blow out the candle to complete the spell." Alex joked. Steve nudged her.

Herobrine looked at the small torch on the cake and willed the fire away. It went out.

Alex and Steve stared. Alex giggled. "Guess there's more than one way to skin an ocelot."

"Why would you-" Herobrine blinked.

"It's an expression." Steve laughed, sitting down and picking up his fork to eat his piece of cake. "Ignore her and dig in while the cake is still warm."

Herobrine did, setting the small torch- candle aside and picking up his fork to eat. The cake looked moist. Fresh. And smelled absolutely delicious. His mouth was watering before he even put the treat in his mouth.

When he took a bite he almost moaned. "H-holy fuck." He quickly took another bite.

Alex giggled. "Never had a Steve-made cake have you?"

"Steve, you should stop cooking everything and just make cake from now on." Herobrine had almost finished his piece already. It was just so damn good. He couldn't stop.

"Then it wouldn't be special." Steve chuckled. Looking happy that they both seemed to be enjoying his cake.

"Can I have more?" Herobrine asked, frosting definitely smeared all over his face, unabashedly.

Steve and Alex howled at that. The demon just looked so different from how they normally saw him. It was nice. And also hilarious.

Herobeine got a second slice and sat back, looking full. The demon didn't usually eat so it was a lot all at once. Totally worth it though.

"Present time!" Alex jumped up from the table as Steve moved the dishes into the kitchen.

"Present time?" Herobrine parroted.

"You get presents on your birthday!" Alex walked over to grab two things that had been set aside on a coffee table. "From everyone who comes to the party."

Alex handed Steve something and walked back to the table to give Herobrine a rectangle that looked like a book wrapped in paper. Herobrine took it confused. "Er, thanks?" He held it in his hands.

"You gotta open it dude!" Alex said excitedly.

"Open it?"

"Yeah tear open the paper!"

"Oh." Herobrine, a demon of destruction, ironically opened the book very carefully. Not wanting to damage it.

He held the book up once it was unwrapped. It was, indeed, a book. Not too hard to guess correctly.

"It's a book of modern day phrases." Alex explained. Tapping the cover. She smirked. "I know that you have some trouble with some of our more modern hip lingo."

Herobrine lifted an eyebrow at her. He flipped to a random page. "There's more than one way to skin an ocelot? Oh. I get your 'joke' now."

"See. You're learning already." She snickered. Steve smiled too.

Herobrine looked confused. But not unappreciative. He waved his hand, tucking the book away into his inventory. "Er, thanks. I will read the rest later."

"No problem!" She giggled. She then pushed Steve forward. "Go ahead, your turn."

Steve had a paper package tied up in butcher's twine behind his back. He coughed and walked forward, handing Herobrine the parcel.

The demon took it. Knowing what to do now, he tore into the paper. Revealing what was inside.

He paused when he realized what it was after pulling all the paper off and letting it float to the ground.

"It's... your cloak." Herobrine said. Not giving away any emotion. Steve seemed to droop a little. Expecting him to be a little happier. Alex nudged the miner. They shared a look. Steve rolled his eyes. He walked closer to the demon, touching the cloak in his hands.

"I knew it would already fit you. And there wasn't enough time to get you a new one made. I just know how much you like to borrow it from me when it gets colder." Steve ran his fingers along the cloak. Pointing out some stitching on the green material. "I sewed up all the holes so it won't be as drafty. And-" He tapped the button that held the cloak together. "I replaced the old latch with a golden one I got from town today. I know you said you like to wear a little gold in the nether for piglin respect or... whatever." The miner let go of the cloak and backed up, rubbing his head awkwardly.

Herobrine stared at the green gloak. Rubbing the material in his fingers.

"If... if you don't like-"

"I love it." Herobrine almost whispered. Sounding so genuine it made Steve blush and Alex smile. "It's perfect."

"O-oh." Steve scratched his head again. "Good. I'm glad." He smiled, looking away. Desperately trying to hide his blush. He had gone bright red. And Herobrine wasn't helping.

The demon stood instantly and put the cloak around his body. He had worn it before. But it looked different now. Like it was his now. It was truly his.

Herobrine looked up at Steve. "This is... the greatest gift I've ever been given." He didn't smile but his glowing eyes said it all. He was absolutely telling the truth. "Thank you, Steven."

The miner stared back. Smiling to the side and tilting his head. Embarrassed but screaming on the inside in happiness.

Alex had to butt in. Not liking the way the two were looking at each other and getting a little protective of Steve. "Pfft. Thanks a lot there, Briney boy. Glad my gift meant nothing."

Herobrine blinked. Processing the words. And then realized. "Oh, no, sorry Alex. Thank you as well."

"Yeah whatever." Alex nudged him with her fist, walking past him. She then let out a yawn. "Well. I think I'm all birthday partied out. Mind if I crash on your couch, Stevie? It's too late to walk home."

"Sure I'll get you some blankets." Steve mimicked the yawn. His eyes looked tired. They did do a lot to put the party together for him. They deserved a rest. "Happy Birthday, Brine."

"Thank you." Herobrine nodded. "Thank you both. This was... enjoyable."

"See our traditions aren't so bad." Alex said, flopping down on the couch.

"I do believe I've judged it too early." Herobrine nodded. "You do this every year?"

"Yep. And you get to do the planning and gift giving to us when it's our birthdays. No party is exactly the same." Alex nodded. "I think planning is actually more fun than celebrating your own birthday."

"Oh. Well I look forward to that. You will have to remind me when the time comes. Time is... difficult for me."

"Of course, dude." Steve produced some blankets from the closet. Herobrine sensed it was time to make his leave. He headed for the door.

"Thank you again." He said a little awkwardly. "I will uh, see you both tomorrow."

"Sounds good!" "Bye!" The siblings said.

And with Herobrine out the door. Steve and Alex looked at each other.

"I think that went well." Steve said.

"I think you owe me money for not making a single birthday suit joke." Alex said back. He threw the blankets over her head as she giggled.

"Goodnight Alex!" He went to his bedroom, trying to hide his blush. "Put out the candles before you sleep."

"I'm just saying, Stevie! That would've been a better gift if you-"

"Goodnight Alex!!"

Herobrine stood just outside the door. He wiggled his shoulders a little. Feeling the soft weight of the cloth around his shoulders. He smiled. Feeling warm inside and out. And teleported off.

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