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xiu21chen99 · 4 years

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hxh headcanon/imagine.

again... still about hisoillu but about their engagement instead of illu's influenced fashion choice.

also this is more of... idk it gave reason why they chose to marry instead of uh other ways i guess??

i've seen so many fanarts where illu would break the news to the zoldycks or how killu would react to having hisoka as his brother in law- like srsly it's meme worthy at this point- and lotsa ones that showed how hisoka proposed as a joke or smtg but... I've been overthinking abt it these past few days sO i present to you how i think "the big question aka the proposal" happened... (manga spoilers??)

it's after hisoka resurrected himself obviously, and def after he killed kortopi and shalnark (so he knew there was gonna be empty slots in the spiders' lineup)

i imagine illu went back to the zoldyck estate after the whole fiasco and only heard of hisoka's "death" from rumors while he was on a mission

and then when he was idk maybe contemplating on whether or not he should visit the body(?) to pay respects or something, he gets a text message from the devil himself

their text went like this probably:

hisoka: hey~ where are you right now?♠️ (and no u can't tell me hisoka doesn't text w card suits u just can't-)

illumi: who are you and how did you get the phone you are currently using?

hisoka: ooh~ illu~ i feel betrayed, did you delete my number?♣️

illumi: hisoka is dead

hisoka: *image attached*

illumi: oh

illumi: hello hisoka, how are you still alive?

hisoka: you sound disappointed~♦️

illumi: i kind of am...

hisoka: rude, just tell me where you are♥️

...and that's how they met up?? ngl i think illu has a know-it-all syndrome where he just has to,,, k n o w everything

he's curious so he agrees to the meetup ofc

he's also surprised when he sees hisoka is in good shape when they meet (idk at a bar in an unknown city?)

they drink whiskey on the rocks because... you know...

hisoka explains how he survived and his next plan of action (which is terminate the spiders)

illumi makes a mental note of nen after death bc he's heard and seen it all before but... not to this extent,

this is gonna be,,, bland but i think this is the logic behind why hisoka chose to get married/engaged instead of just paying up front (reference to the ten dons' commission to get chrollo killed and chrollo's commission to get the ten dons killed)--

anyways here's how their conversation goes:

i: "why did you want to talk in person?"

h: "oh y'know, for old times sake."

i: "...right"

hisoka laughs, "okay so maybe i want to ask you for a favor..?"

confused, illumi asks, "why could you not have just texted if you wanted me to kill someone for you?"

h: "no, no- wait, actually, you're not too far off."

i: ~mOrE cOnfUsiOn~ "huh?"

h: "how do contracts for assassination work in your... family business?"

i: "half the promised pay before, the remaining half afterwards. should the target be eliminated by a third party, the assigned zoldyck still gets the pay and should the employer die, then the contract is terminated and the zoldyck will report back immediately."

h: "and has anyone made a contract to have themselves terminated?"

i: "i beg your pardon?"

h: "what complications will arise should your employer's target be... themselves?"

i: "i believe... i have never encountered such circumstance before. the people who hire us are those who have enough money and resource to have their enemies killed quickly. no one's tried to test the zoldyck assassination prowess."

h: "so... how will that work?"

i: "are you implying this is the reason why you have contacted me today?"

h: "yes~ ♥️" (how he said a heart emoji out loud is up to you, reader)

i: "it will be a pointless paradox. logically, the zoldyck will only get the employment bill. and i, myself, do not find pleasure in going for the kill like you lest i get my reward, so you will not get a contract out of me, hisoka."

h: "is there no leeway?"

i: "a zoldyck stands up to their word. so no."

h: "even for a friend?~ ♦️"

i: "we are not friends, hisoka-"

hisoka raises his glass of whiskey along with his eyebrow.

i: "oh..."

h: "didn't you tell dear killua that a zoldyck didn't need friends?"

i: "you... are an associate, someone reliable in the killing world. it's different."

h: "hypocrite"

i: "i ask you for favors and you make me return them. it is not like we spend our time together leisurely like killu with that island boy..."

hisoka clinks their matching glasses of whiskey even though his is already empty, a shit-eating grin on his lips.

i: "you suggested we meet here."

h: "this isn't the first time we went out to drink, right illu?"

i: "regardless!! i will not kill you just for half the money. i do not like wasting efforts on fruitless missions."

h: "as i said, is there no exception, to make sure you get my money if you were to succeed in killing me?"

i: "are you doubting my skill, hisoka?"

h: "that's not the point right now~ ♠️"

i: "wait, why do you want me to get all of your money?"

h: "haven't we just gotten over this subject? because you're my friend, of course."

i: "i... we are not friends, hisoka."

hisoka claps, "that's it! illumi!! ♣️"

i: "eh?"

h: "marry me! that way in our prenup I'll make sure you get all of my money, and even without a prenup you'll still get it since you'll be my only relative! that solves it!"

i: "hisoka, are you sure death did not took a toll on your brain? you did say you used Bungee Gum only on your heart and lungs..."

h: "i'm being serious, illumi!! and doesn't this solve your earlier conflict? we don't have to be friends, we'll be husbands!"

i: "do not use that tactic with me, you manipulative bastard. stop joking."

h: "this is purely beneficial for you, honestly i don't get why you just won't accept it."

i: "then humor me this first, why now?"

h: "dear illu, i've been to literal hell and back. i think it's time to leave my mark in case i fail to escape death again."

i: "was it that bad?"

h: "you'll love it there, illu~ ♥️"

h: "on a more serious note, though, i do plan to marry you. out of everyone i've encountered, you're the most eligible candidate. you're powerful, fully capable and extremely pretty to boot! you're the ideal husband!"

(blushing obviously, illumi downs the remaining whiskey in his glass) i: "death has changed you, hisoka."

h: "so?"

i: "fine."

h: "excellent!"

and in one fell swoop, illumi has a pin against the curve of hisoka's jugular, wrist held tightly by hisoka- a card matching against his own neck.

"not yet, dear husband." hisoka whispered into his ear, "we have to manage the papers first. and i've a request before you do."

they let each other go at the same time, not even breathing an unnecessary breath in the other's personal space (well, they're nearly pressed thigh to thigh anyways, what's the point of personal space anymore-)

"a condition rather than a request, really."

"what?" hisoka orders them refills, and downs his when it arrives.

"join the ryodan first."

glass already pressed on thin lips, illumi's confused hum resonates softly into the concave utensil. "why?"

"so things can get more interesting. i assume you know of the dark continent expedition that's soon to take place?"

"father has advised i take part on it, since kalluto told me the ryodan plans to rob some cliches who'll join the expedition- to look after him. you want me to join them?"

"yes, and i plan to board as well, don't fret."

illumi's eyes turn to slits, "how should i know you would be there? i can't take your word when you might just disappear when we've all boarded."

hisoka grins, wide then wider, "you should know by now illu, i plan to avenge my wounded pride. that damned chrollo didn't even fight me properly."

tilting his head, illumi stared at the man beside him, "is that not contradictory? i thought you did not mind your opponent using whatever means necessary to win?"

"magicians use tricks and misdirection to awe the audience," hisoka says almost thoughtlessly, "chrollo's a narcissistic hypnotist who used the audience as a damned shield because he knew he couldn't handle me face-to-face."

he groans, tinged in regret. "i shouldn't have picked heaven's arena, if i'd chosen a more discreet location then maybe the damage won't be this bad."

"damage?" illumi rests his chin on his palm, facing his husband.

hisoka swipes a hand over his face, and the glamour comes off. the picture he sent illumi now present in front of him. he was missing a nose, his left hand didn't have any finger left and dried blood chipped on his white skin. "oh."

with another swipe, everything's made correct again. hisoka was grinning again. he downs the remaining alcohol and leaves jenny bills under the emptied glass.

"come, lovely husband. we're to elope and legalize our union!"

illumi follows suit after downing his own glass, "i think there might be another loop hole, if you were to join the family. zoldycks do not kill family."

"so if i were to wed you, here and now, you'd think me more of a family than alluka?"

"alluka is not family."

"are those your words, illumi? or silva's?"

"i..."

"wow, you're really just as fucked up as i am."

"where do you plan to take me? i've just said i cannot kill family."

hisoka chuckles, "then you're the one to take my name, of course."

"preposterous!"

"who the hell still uses that word?"

"i am and will always be a zoldyck-"

"exactly. it's just legal papers, if you kill me then you'll just be a widow and even get your name back! see how everything'll work out in the end?"

"hisoka-"

"are you doubting your skill of assassination, my dearest husband?"

"... i better get the most expensive ring in this damned city."

"that's the spirit! now let's go get married!"

"wait, hisoka. what is your last name?"

later that night, when they leave a chapel, something gold glimmers on hisoka's bungee gum/texture surprise ring finger. a matching one around illumi's finger.

unlike hisoka, though, illumi had an extra red glimmer right under that gold, in the dead center of a silver band of intricately designed pattern. hisoka had foregone the traditional diamond in favor of a 16 carat ruby engagement ring, such a curious choice but illumi accepted it all the same...

(much later on, hisoka took both rings as collateral and reminded illumi that he would get them back even if he died bc it was in their damn prenup- and bc it was technically bought under illumis name and that's how hisoka assured illu that he'd be on that black whale,,, bc he had the rings and planned to give them back to him there)

"I thought a red gemstone was better suited for the rather bloody and murderous ending that our relationship will inevitably come to, wouldn't you agree?"

-Hisoka Morow whenever someone mentions his preference of proposal ring...

"I disagree with most of his ideals, our relationship has always had a fragile foundation, and I knew from the start that we'd eventually end up killing each other."

-Illumi Morow, nee Zoldyck when asked about his thoughts on his husband...

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hoseokslefteyebrow · 4 years

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You've Met With A Terrible Fate, Haven't You? || BEN DROWNED

Pairing : Yandere! Ben Drowned X Reader

Genre : Fluff, Angst, Yandere

Summary : Appears as a normal dude, but plot twist he's really not.

Wordcount: 4k lol

WARNINGS : This is fic is labeled as Yandere, for those who don't know what it means: "Somebody who is sweet and kind at first glance. But when it comes to their love (crush)they will act obsessive and violent." - Urban dictionary, poorly (but still disgustingly) described dead people, I know Ben originally doesn't kill but in the story he does, idk? Shit written¿

Also disclaimer this is my first time I've tried doing a yandere and it's obviously not my strongest point. Hope you enjoy either way.

You glance at the abandoned game console which your friend had dumped at your place earlier this day.

According to him, something was very, very, wrong with it. The Nintendo 64 was old, of course, but your friend mentioned not being able to pass the boss battle. He mentioned something along the lines of 'it keeps glitching and Link keeps dying'. In other words ' I know you're a hacker and I suck at this game, please hack it for me so I can feel less like a loser'.

You keep writing the email you're supposed to sent to your boss for another thirty minutes, before letting your curiosity lead you.

Before you know it, you've plugged in the old console with more cables than originally planned because of how old it is, and with how modern your tv is. The first odd thing that strikes you is that there's only one account on it, and it's not labeled with your friend's name.

Instead of 'Noah', it's labeled with 'BEN DROWNED' in bold passive aggressive letters.

Simply pushing it to the back of your mind, you start playing.

The second odd thing about the game is that the game has a specific date and it mentions how far BEN, or well, Noah is in the game. Yet when you click it, you have to start all over.

You shrug that off too, simply noting it as the game being old.

Before you know it, several hours pass, and you're finally at the boss battle Noah mentioned. Deciding to see if you can beat it first, you do not plug your laptop in at the Nintendo 64, and opt to play instead.

However just like Noah mentioned, you die as soon as you're close to winning and the game starts glitching.

It takes you barely ten minutes before you're fed up with it, and soon enough you plug your laptop in. You start up some programs and open up a few sites, quickly starting to work. Your fingers glide over the keys of your laptop as you type in the codes in order to hack the game, however after a few minutes, the game starts glitching heavily, and suddenly there's a sentence in bold red letters on the screen of your tv.

' YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE THAT'

It says before the glitching becomes way too much, and some weird kind of red circle appears. Your eyes widen before unplugging the tv and game console, forgetting that your laptop is connected to it.

You miss the small glitches on the laptop screen.

- - - ᒪᓍᗩᕲᓰᘉᘜ - - -

He gritts his teeth as the access to his portal is suddenly denied, the power cut early enough to avoid him.

His red eyes wander in the green coded space, looking for an exit, something that'll make sure he can get his hands on whoever this is. Lucky for him, there's a small white space what'll lead to the outside of it.

Once he's trough, he realizes he's still close to his victim. In fact, he's even closer now.

He smirks as he realizes.

Killing her is fair game now.

- - - ᒪᓍᗩᕲᓰᘉᘜ - - - ᖴᓰᒪᘿ ᓍᘉᘿ - - »

You tap your chin as you look as the items on the shelf.

" Should I get the red one or green one?" You mumble to yourself.

" I'd recommend the green one. Green is always better." A voice from behind you startles you.

You whip your head around to look at the stranger who's talking to you.

Behind you is a male you don't recognise from anywhere. And as you start to study him, you realize he's quite handsome. He's got blonde hair, blue eyes and a rosy skin colour. He's wearing black ripped jeans, a dark green shirt, along with a black zip up hoodie, which is left open, he's got a few black ear piercings in his right ear, and has a gold chain around his neck, which disappears beneath his shirt, weighed down by a charm hidden away from your eyes. To top it all of, he's got a matching dark green beanie on top of his messily styled bangs.

" What? Did I say something wrong?" The blonde boy suddenly sweats.

You smile and shake your head.

" No, you didn't. I just tough I was alone here." You smile at him.

ØⱧ ₴₩ɆɆ₮ⱧɆ₳Ɽ₮, ɎØɄ Ⱨ₳VɆ₦'₮ ฿ɆɆ₦ ₳ⱠØ₦Ɇ ₣ØⱤ ₳ VɆⱤɎ ⱠØ₦₲ ₮ł₥Ɇ ₦Ø₩.

" I take that you talk to yourself then?" The male spits at you.

You're not sure if that's meant offensive or not.

" Um, yeah? I tend to do that sometimes yeah." You say, looking down at your hands who're still holding the red silk scarf and green silk scarf.

Đø₦'₮ ฿ɇ ₳₣ɽ₳łđ, ł ₩ø₦'₮ ⱨʉɽ₮ ɏøʉ. Øɽ ₩łⱡⱡ ł?

The unknown male's eyes soften subconsciously, looking at you with an emotion you're not familiar with.

" My name is Ben. What's yours?"

Ben? Haven't you heard that somewhere before?

You smile at him, oblivious to the fact that you're talking to a killer.

" I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you Ben."

- - - ᒪᓍᗩᕲᓰᘉᘜ - - - ᖴᓰᒪᘿ ᓍᘉᘿ - - - » ᖽᐸᘉᓰᐺᘿS ᓍᖇ ᕼᘿᗩᖇᖶS ? ¿ »

His mind flooded with ideas.

There's so many options on what he can do to her.

Should he mess with her laptop?

Should he just kill her now?

Or should he become closer?

Maybe he should.

He looks at her trough the screen of the laptop, which is almost always open, today not being any different.

He watches her as while she watches something behind the laptop, from the sounds he can hear trough the mic, she's most likely watching tv.

Perhaps he should become closer to her.

Pull her closer only to have her blood staining his hands.

Oh yes, her blood shall soon become his.

- - - ᒪᓍᗩᕲᓰᘉᘜ - - - ᖴᓰᒪᘿ ᓍᘉᘿ - - - » ᖽᐸᘉᓰᐺᘿS ᓍᖇ ᕼᘿᗩᖇᖶS ? ¿ » - - - ₭₦łvɇ₴

She doesn't realize it when her laptop suddenly starts itself up, nor does she know that there's a figure crawling out of it.

He stared at her with deciphering eyes, silently wondering how she isn't dead yet.

If this was anyone else, he'd had them killed already. Their blood would already be staining his face and she would already be screaming in pain and dispair.

Yet here she was, laying peacefully on her bed. Asleep, obviously not dead.

He wonders exactly what he should do next. She doesn't know that he's standing right next to her. It almost makes him laugh.

She doesn't even know that he exists.

She doesn't know that he's here.

He glares at her before moving back into the world of codes and technology.

For now, she lives.

- - - ᒪᓍᗩᕲᓰᘉᘜ - - - ᖴᓰᒪᘿ ᓍᘉᘿ - - - » ᖽᐸᘉᓰᐺᘿS ᓍᖇ ᕼᘿᗩᖇᖶS ? ¿ » - - - ₭₦łvɇ₴ - - - ᖴᗩᓰᒪ

" And then it suddenly started glitching and stuff. Weird isn't it?" You finish off your story as you look at your new friend, Ben.

After meeting in the grocery store, he had suddenly texted you.

Not knowing how he got your number, you got concerned, and asked him. According to him, you had given it to him yourself. At first you didn't believe him, until he told you to check the time of his first message, which somehow was indeed around the same time you were in the grocery store. After that you just shrugged it off as that you forgot it yourself. After all, you knew yourself to be a person with the memory of a goldfish.

Today the two of you met up again, for the fourth time this week.

" Odd indeed. What did you do after that?" Ben asked, acting as if he's interested, even tough he's really not.

" I unplugged it. I think I'm gonna lay off hacking for a while." You shrugged, taking a sip of your drink.

Before he could even think of a response, there was an unknown woman at your table, also holding a cup of coffee.

" Y/N? Long time no see." The new woman greeted you with a smile, sitting down beside you on the booth.

Ben scowled at the newcomer.

Ⱨø₩ đ₳ɽɇ ₴ⱨɇ ₴ł₮ ฿ɇ₴łđɇ ₩ⱨ₳₮'₴ ₥ł₦ɇ ₩ł₮ⱨøʉ₮ ₥ɏ ₱ɇɽ₥ł₴₴łø₦

" Hey, Sara. It's indeed been too long. How are you?" You started chatting with Sara.

Meanwhile Ben's anger only grew.

" My names Ben." Ben suddenly dryly joined your conversation as he slammed his drink down onto the table aggressively, looking straight into Sara's eyes.

" Sorry. Didn't see you there. I'm Sara nice to mee-"

" Yeah, yeah, whatever. Leave. We didn't invite you to come sit with us." Ben spat at her, looking at her with an intense look in his eyes.

Both you and your friend turned to look at him in confusion.

" Is something wrong with me being here? Did I offend you?" Sara asked, genuinely concerned.

Ben was fuming now, on the inside. Who does this girl think she is? First she comes to sit at their table uninvited, then she's capturing the attention of his new favorite plaything, and now she's questioning him? She has to go.

- - - ᒪᓍᗩᕲᓰᘉᘜ - - - ᖴᓰᒪᘿ ᓍᘉᘿ - - - » ᖽᐸᘉᓰᐺᘿS ᓍᖇ ᕼᘿᗩᖇᖶS ? ¿ » - - - ₭₦ŁVɆ₴ - - - ᖴᗩᓰᒪ - - - ᖇᘿᗷᓍᓍᖶ SᖻSᖶᘿᘻ

He heard her conversation with a male he certainly doesn't know trough her phone, using the microphone without her knowing.

According to what he knows, they're on a date. And according to her contacts, his name is Jaime. He can't find where they met, nor did he know why they met up.

But now that she's checked her reflexion one too many times, and made a pic of her full outfit to send to him, probably to mock him for not having her, ɏɇ₮, he realizes that she's on a date.

After some research by surfing quite literally trough the internet. It turned out this 'Jaime' person was Mexican, and had a soft persona. On his facebook page were pictures where he's working with animals or doing volunteers' work or overall just something where he's helping others. He found the black haired male pathetic, weak even.

In all honesty, even he himself didn't really find him a threat. Not when he looked like that and was overall just kind and bambi looking.

However, all his expectations are thrown out of the window when he hears them say their goodbyes.

" You know, I had a lot of fun tonight. You're really a nice person. In fact, I'd like to go on another date with you again." This voice was definitely that of a male's, probably Jaime.

" I agree. I had a lot of fun too." She said.

₣Ʉ₦? ⱧØ₩ ₵₳₦ Ł₮ ฿Ɇ ₳₦Ɏ ₣Ʉ₦ ₩Ł₮ⱧØɄ₮ ₥Ɇ?

" Good. Do you have a ride or would you like me to drive you home?-" He blocks out the rest of their conversation.

It appears that the good guy needs to go too.

- - - ᒪᓍᗩᕲᓰᘉᘜ - - - ᖴᓰᒪᘿ ᓍᘉᘿ - - - » ᖽᐸᘉᓰᐺᘿS ᓍᖇ ᕼᘿᗩᖇᖶS ? ¿ » - - - ₭₦ŁVɆ₴ - - - ᖴᗩᓰᒪ - - - ᖇᘿᗷᓍᓍᖶ SᖻSᖶᘿᘻ - - - ᖇᘿᗷᓍᓍᖶ ᑢᓍᘻᕵᒪᘿᖶᘿ - ᓍᕵᘿᘉ ᖴᓰᒪᘿ ∆

" We should spend more time together." Ben says randomly as the two of you snuggle on the couch.

You giggle, your ears tinting red.

" We're already together all the time tough." You tell him softly.

" I know, but still. By the way, did your stupid date reply yet?" He asked, eyes focused on the tv in front of the two of you.

" No, and don't call him stupid." You pout, softly scolding him.

₲ØØĐ

He grins at you with mysterious eyes.

You shrug it off, knowing it's part of him. The two of you have been hanging out for a while now. Almost three months to be precise. And you two have gotten very close. What used to be keeping distance and keeping the line between acquaintances and friends, had turned into friends or something more. You two almost hung out every day, you were basically attached to each other's hip now.

After a few peacefull moments, you excused yourself to the bathroom.

Right as you left, your phone rang.

He turned to look at the disturbing sound his eyes widening at the name which is appearing on the screen.

SARA

He stumbled over the couch to pick it up, an unpleasant feeling of suprise rising whitin him.

" Y/N?! You have to listen to me! Ben is not who you think he is! He's this-"

" I'm this what?" Ben smirked.

Damn you were taking a long time in the bathroom, not that he minded.

The other end of the line was dead silent.

" Don't worry. You don't need to say anything. I'll come home soon. And trust me, once I am, you will never be able to speak a word again." He spoke, an eerie calm in his voice.

" Goodbye, Sara." He said before hanging up.

" Sara called?" Your voice suddenly startled him.

" What? Oh, yeah. But she was in a hurry so she said she'd call you later." He smiled innocently.

You nodded and the two of you resumed watching the movie.

" Isn't there a way, that we could spend more time together?" He suddenly wondered out loud.

You sighed and turned to face him.

" I'm sorry Ben, but I have a job and I like spending time with other people too. So I'm afraid not." You told him softly.

An idea coded itself into his mind.

JɄ₴₮ ₮ⱤɄ₴₮ ₥Ɇ, ɎØɄ'ⱠⱠ ฿Ɇ ₥Ł₦Ɇ ₴ØØ₦

- - - ᒪᓍᗩᕲᓰᘉᘜ - - - ᖴᓰᒪᘿ ᓍᘉᘿ - - - » ᖽᐸᘉᓰᐺᘿS ᓍᖇ ᕼᘿᗩᖇᖶS ? ¿ » - - - ₭₦ŁVɆ₴ - - - ᖴᗩᓰᒪ - - - ᖇᘿᗷᓍᓍᖶ SᖻSᖶᘿᘻ - - - ᖇᘿᗷᓍᓍᖶ ᑢᓍᘻᕵᒪᘿᖶᘿ - ᓍᕵᘿᘉ ᖴᓰᒪᘿ ∆ - - - ᕲᓍᘺᘉᒪᓍᗩᕲᓰᘉᘜ

You sighed in dispair in the night air as you walked home. Once again, you were rejected in a job interview.

A few days ago you were fired from the job you actually liked. You couldn't understand why either. You didn't do anything wrong, you were quite hardworking and always finished the documents in time.

Your supervisor looked afraid, terrified even when he told you to immediately pack your bags and leave, and ever since you just can't seem to get in anywhere. Not even the gas station wanted you in charge.

" Well hello there. What do we have here." A creepy voice suddenly sounded from behind you.

You turned around only to be greeted by a man with a creepy smile and even creepier, eye lid-less eyes. He was holding a knife, making his intentions obvious.

You didn't need to think twice about his intentions and whipped your phone out of your pocket with the intentions to call the cops and running.

The killer sadly isn't stupid, and has you on the ground under him whitin seconds.

Your phone's screen crack and slides to the other side, the dialed number not pressed on call yet.

" Don't cry sweetheart. It doesn't suit your pretty face. Don't fret, I'll make sure, you'll smile forever. " The killer tells you happily.

Both of you don't realize that your phone screen suddenly lights up in a green colour. Nor does either of you realize the figure crawling out of it.

The both of you don't realize, until the killer is off you and tackled down on the ground beside you.

" I've told you before. She's fucking mine. Go bother someone else." Ben's voice sounds suddenly.

You turn your head to look at him.

This time he does not wear jeans and a sweater. No this time, he looks like he came straight out of a... Video game? He looks like Link, the main personage of the game which your friend Noah had dropped off at your place around six months ago.

Ben never told you he was into cosplaying.

Your ears suddenly tinted pink as you realized, he called you his. Suddenly you felt a little giddy, the guy you like so much might actually like you back.

The killer underneath Ben growls out something you can't hear before throwing the shorter off him and leaving.

" Are you okay?" You ask him.

He turns to you with red eyes.

Red. Fucking. Eyes.

And that's not the only thing about his eyes that changed.

Instead of the usual white eyes have, his are now black.

And even there it doesn't end.

There's blood running down his eyes onto his cheeks, as if he's crying blood.

You take a step back.

What the fuck is this?

" Don't be afraid! I know I look a little... Weird, but it's all just part of my..... Cosplay." He explains.

You ponder over it.

He's never gave you a reason to not trust you right? Or did he?

You ignore the instinct to run away from him, instead choosing to calm down and follow your heart, which is telling you to trust him.

" Come with me. You can stay at my place tonight." Ben tells you, holding his hand out to you.

You take it.

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It took longer than expected to reach his house. The whole road to his house is creepy. Ben appartly lives in this supermodern house in the woods.

Which is off already, the woods are known troughout the whole town as mystery. According to urban legends, there's creatures loving in there who shouldn't exist. Because of that, there's barely any people there. According to Ben, everything is all clear and safe, and you trust him with your heart.

You don't question him after his answer and instead follow him into the,indeed very,modern little house which is situated hidden behind the trees.

You get directly hit in the face with a copper scent as soon as you step foot into his house.

" Would you like something to drink?" He asks you as you enter his house, neither of you bothering to take your shoes off.

" Just water please." You tell him as you study the place.

The inside of the small house is more modern than the outside, with a big living space and an open kitchen. There's also three doors in the hallway.

One to the bathroom, one leading upstairs and one leading into the basement.

" Here you go." Ben returns, handing you a glass of water.

" Thanks, aren't you going to take off your make up and lenses?" You ask him.

His smile fades a bit, and for a moment you think you've accidentally offended him, but he nods with a pout before you can think about it twice.

" Yeah, that's probably a good idea. The livingroom is at the end of this hallway, feel free to make yourself comfortable." He smiles before going upstairs.

You stand still for a moment in the hallway as an eerie feeling suddenly starts crawling up your spine.

You ignore it, and instead start walking towards the livingroom.

Until the sound of something falling reaches your ears.

A sound that is directed from the basement.

Your first idea is to call for Ben, to alert him that you two probably aren't alone.

You don't do that however, because it could just be something falling off a shelf, right?

And so you decide to investigate it yourself.

As soon as you open the door to the basement, you're directly hit in the face with a very prominent copper scent. The same on you already smelled when you entered his house, except it's way too strong and there's something eerily familiar about it which you just can't pinpoint.

You silently push the door open, and turn on the lightswitch to the basement. Behind the door is a stony staircase, the rest of the basement is hidden away behind a wall. Curiosity takes over you, and you make your way downstairs before you can think about it twice.

As soon as you near the bottom, you spot blotches of red. The deep red substance is spread like a trail from he bottom stairs onto the rest of the room.

And then it clicks in your mind. It's blood. That's also the smell in the air. Was the intruder injured?

You step down the stairs while following the blood trail with you eyes.

You stumble back in fear and unpleasant suprise at the sight that greets you.

There's dead people down here. Most of which you don't recognise, but a few you do.

You gasp as you look into a pair of wide blue eyes.

Sara.

She's sitting there, eyes wide open, with cuts all over. There's big ones in her rib case and near her organs, you can even see Intestines spread over the floor.

She's obviously dead.

But how come she's here?

Ben didn't do this? Did he?

Next to her is Jaime, who's eyes are closed but his chest is rising and falling.

He's alive.

You run over to him and shake him awake, not minding the blood that's now on your hands.

" Jaime! Please! Wake up!" You say desperately, tears now escaping your eyes.

" Y/N? Y/N! You have to get out of here. Ben, he's not who you think he is!" He tells you desperately.

" I'm not leaving you! Can you walk?" You ask him trough your tears.

" I'm chipped Y/N, you have to go. Get help. Ben's insane. He's a de-"

" Demon? Mass murderer? Failure? Dead? Is one of those what you wanted to tell her? How dare you lie to her! I'm none of those!" A voice suddenly booms trough the air.

You turn around while starting to shake. Jaime tries to hold you close to him with the little strength he has left. There Ben stands, still with red pupils and black eyes, dried red streaks still on his cheeks.

" Don't fucking touch her." Ben screams angrily, ripping you all but gently away from the male, causing you to tremble against him.

" Don't be afraid my love, he won't touch you again." Ben sushes you.

Is he really thinking that you're afraid of him?

" N-no. Let me go. Do-don't touch me." You tell him, pushing away from him.

He looks confused by your behavior.

" What's wrong baby? Please don't believe whatever lies he told you.-"

" What lies?! That you've killed my friend?! That you've killed these innocent people?! That you've chipped him?!" You yelled.

" They all deserved it Y/N! They're all in the way of our love!" Ben yells back desperately, stepping towards you.

" I don't even know these people!" You say, stepping back into the wall, knocking into a shelf.

You turn around to see what you knocked into.

Wait, is that the Nintendo 64?

" They all stared at you with sick twisted ideas! They really do deserve it." He tells you.

Suddenly it clicks in your mind.

" You're Ben from the game." You state.

He nods.

" Yes bu-"

" How?.."

" You clicked my game onto your computer remember."

" It was you wasn't it? You're the reason I've lost my job. You're the reason my friends all turned their back to me." You wishper, eyes now gathering in your eyes.

You've been so incredibly fucking stupid.

He's the reason your life has turned down the drain.

" Yes. But it's good right. Now we can finally be together." He says like a crazy man in love.

Which he is.

You start sobbing as you fall onto your knees realizing, all these people here. They've all died because of you.

" Hey, don't worry my live. We can now finally be together."

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Characters: Gn!MC, Mammon, Solomon (ft. Lucifer, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor and Barbatos)

Pairing: Gn!MC × Mammon (established relationship)

Word Count: 4742

Warnings: Mentions of blood, wounds, insecurities, drowning, someone getting hurt, passing out, curse words, spiders and snakes.

A/N: I wanted to write something dramatic. Yes, of course I hurt myself on the process bc I don't like when the characters suffer but it's a cycle I guess... Idk

Also, I'm sorry for making Solomon like this in the story(? Remember it's simply a story. And, I kinda made up how the training and powers work here because it is not accurate to how the things occur in the main story he he... So, yep.

Btw, I just finished writing and didn’t proofread the last part bc it’s almost 5 AM. So, I’m sorry for any grammar mistake. I’ll try to check it out during the day.

Learning how to control your powers was not an easy task, however, you were well aware of what was the answer to said issue: you needed to practice constantly. Since practice is the only way to get better at something, you understood why Solomon would insist so much on your training. Nevertheless, you knew that it was not easy to focus simply in one task when there were so many other things to do that were not only mentally but also physically draining for you. Because of that, it was hard for you to keep going with the same enthusiasm from the beginning, and probably for most people it would not be hard to understand. Unfortunately, Solomon was an exception to those people.

“You know, when I said that I’m really busy finishing this new project with Satan, I meant it,” you mentioned, your eyes practically sending daggers to the man leading the way who only giggled in response. It had been a couple minutes since you had entered an unknown building for you, and you had not stopped walking ever since.

“And I meant it when I said that this is a really important part of your training,” Solomon said in response, and you could swear you were close to smacking the grin out of his face. Of course, it would not be good to pick on fight for such a reason, so you tried your best to calm yourself down.

“Fine… Tell me, why are we here again?” you asked this time, looking at your surroundings. The hallway seemed endless, and you could not help but feel suspicious. After all, you never knew what to expect from the sorcerer.

“I noticed that you have improved controlling your powers,” he said, slightly turning his face to look at you momentarily “…however, when you are prepared to face difficulties, it isn’t really that hard to look for solutions, right?” and there was his smile once again. You really could not understand when people mentioned he looked charming, not when his actions gave you goosebumps every single time.

“What do you mean, Solomon?” you asked, and for the first time since you had entered the building you stopped walking. You furrowed, waiting for him to explain what was going on.

Solomon turned to you, his face looking serious this time. “I mean,” he added, walking towards you “that we need to see how would you react when you are not prepared to the circumstances you are about to face” by the time he finished speaking, your back was facing the wall and your eyes had widened in surprise.

You were about to tell him to step back when you saw the smile back onto his face “…like now,” he said, and the next thing you knew was that Solomon had pushed both your shoulders sending you backwards.

You closed your eyes, expecting to hit the back of your head against the wall, but the hit never came. Instead, you found yourself surrounded by darkness once you had opened your eyes. The breath was caught in your throat because of the sudden action and confusion. You were falling, falling, and falling. A couple seconds later, a loud thud was heard followed by a groan. You had landed on your side, and it surely had hurt you. You turned yourself to lay on your back for a while, but once you looked above you saw white hair poking from one side.

Quickly, you lifted yourself and furrowed. “Solomon, what the fuck?!” you shouted, however, all you got was a “Good luck!” from your so-called ‘master’.

The portal that had sent you there apparently had disappeared along with Solomon, and you were on your own. Suddenly, a dim light enlightened your surroundings, at least enough for you to see what else was there. After catching a glimpse of something moving in the corner, however, you wondered if it would have been better not knowing.

With a steady pace, you walk through the path that was now easier to see due to the light that was provided by some mysterious source on the surroundings. When you noticed a wooden stick laying on the floor you were quick to pick it up. After all, anything could be useful at a moment like that. The silence surrounding you made you question if it was scarier not knowing what was going to happen, or the fact that you were on your own waiting with no instructions at all. After you reached what seemed to be a corner, you touched the ground with the stick carefully to see if there was something. After many spiders started running from the dark in many directions you took a step back quickly and shook your head. “Stupid Solomon”.

You were about to keep walking when you felt something staring at you from your back. Then you turned around to notice that now there were not many spiders but one that seemed to be your height looking at you with eight red eyes. You were certain such image would be able to scare even those who were not afraid of spiders, but you knew better than to scream or runaway. Since spiders sigh was good only in a few of their eyes, and when there is light you had to use the darkness as an advantage for you. Carefully, you walked backwards into the darkest place of the room, and tried your best to notice where you were about to step because spiders rely on touch and vibration to find their preys.

When you were a couple seconds away from leaving the room successfully, some stones fell from the corner or a wall and before you were able to react the enormous spider had tackled you to the floor, more than once of its legs stepping on you on the process. A wide mouth had opened, ready to devour you, and its big fangs were dangerously ready to inject you its venom. You were trying to keep it away with the stick that was barely as wide as its mouth. The spider was pushing down, and the stick was probably about to give out. It was difficult, but as soon as you were able to free one of your hands you created a fire and throw it inside of the spider. You could see how it started burning from the inside and then it started running, finally letting you get up from the ground. The spider crashed against you once more before turning back into the many small spiders from earlier. You ran away, and then found yourself in a new room.

This room, in contrast to the previous one, was illuminated, and some drops falling could be heard coming from somewhere. Carefully, you started walking inside, turning to look around to see what could happen this time. You were definitely not prepared for the ground under you disappearing. The stick was long enough to keep you from sinking since each side was still on ground, but then the piece of firm wooden started moving, making you let go of it. It had turned into a snake, leaving you on your own. You tried grabbing the corner of the ground to lift yourself up, but then something from under the water had grabbed your waist, pulling you inside with extreme force. You were barely able to catch your breath before you were submerged.

Mammon was sitting at the end of your bed, his gaze fixed on the door. He was expecting you to come inside any time now, but he had to admit that it was taking you way longer than he thought it would. You had mentioned that Solomon needed to tell you something before asking him to bring your backpack back with him. He was definitely not fond of the idea of you going with the sorcerer that was way too suspicious for his liking and that was always trying to intoxicate all of your with his weird recipes. However, he understood that he was the one training you on how to use your powers, so he had to accept it. That did not mean of course that he was going to simply wait in your room forever.

Why was it taking you so long to come back? If Solomon simply wanted to tell you something, why would it take so much time? And why could he not tell you when he had meet the two of you after classes? No, Mammon was definitely not jealous. But, what if something had happened to you? Yes, he needed to make sure that his human was safe. After all, he was your guardian and first demon. Nice thinking, Mammon.

As soon as he had left your room, Mammon saw Satan turning at the end of the corridor and ran up to him to ask his brother if he was aware of something. “Oi, Satan…” Mammon said, lifting his right hand to place it at the back of his neck. “Hm, what is it?” Satan asked, lifting his gaze from a piece of paper he was reading.

“Well… Uh, do ya know where my human is? They said they were going with Solomon but… it’s been a while now,” Mammon asked this time, mentally preparing himself for some mean thing that his brother could say about him being too clingy or something similar.

To Mammon’s surprise, however, Satan simply furrowed his brows, showing confusion “Did you not receive a letter?”

“What do ya mean? What letter?” Mammon was the one confused this time and frowned.

“Solomon left these envelopes for all of us in the meeting room.”

“Well, how would he get his if he skipped today’s meeting?” Asmodeus was the one speaking now, and Mammon blinked rapidly “Oi… I had to be somewhere else”

“Once Lucifer finds out, you’re done.” Asmo added before walking towards the mirror to fix his scarf.

“Just tell me what the letter says” Mammon asked once again to Satan, but before his brother was able to talk a voice was heard from behind.

“It says we are invited to see today’s training session.”

After hearing the oldest voice, Mammon jumped in his place due to the surprise “Lucifer?! Why would ya just appear out of nowhere?!”

“It’s not the time for that, Mammon. This sudden session and the invitation seems a really unusual occurrence to me”

Mammon nodded, “Mm… They never told me they’re having a training session today”

“Maybe they don’t tell you everything” The fifth brother chimed in once again and before Mammon was able to say something, Lucifer stepped in front of them “Do you know anything about this, Asmo?”

“Of course not! Solomon didn’t tell me anything either! I’m so mad at him”

“Fine, time to go. Levi, quick.”

As they were walking towards the door, a pouty Leviathan came from the corridor. “Ugh, why do I have to come too?” he asked frustrated. If you really needed him there, why did you not tell him earlier for him to prepare mentally to go out?

“To see our best friend?” Asmodeus mentioned looking back, and then tilted his head to the side, a big smile plastered on his face. He wanted to tease his brother. “See? I told you I’m their bestie number one !”

Levi’s eyes widened comically because of his brother remark “W-what? Of course not! They’re my Henry, and my best friend. I’ll be cheering louder than you!”

“Oh no, you won’t”

Was this one the fourth room? Or maybe the fifth? The only thing that was certain for you was that each one of them seemed endless, and also that you had never felt as tired as in that exact moment. You were practically drained of all energy. When you started hearing whispers, however, you felt that you were about to burst because your patience was close to zero. “Really, Solomon? Fucking ghosts?” you murmured under your breath. He was definitely going to pay for making you through all of that. Then you shook your head. He surely is trying his best to prepare you. After all, the practice would be useful at some point. You simply needed to keep going until you were able to find the final level, or whatever those were.

Do you really think that you will make it out of here? The whispers suddenly were not as confusing anymore. How could you even make it to the end? They felt as clear as if someone were speaking inside of your head. Your body that was already cold because of the water, felt as if you were standing inside of an icy-room. No one will notice that you went missing. You’ll stay here, with us. The cold atmosphere surrounding you was slowly getting to you, almost as if had made it inside of your body. It was inside your skin, in your bones, then reaching your heart. No. Stay with us.

“No! I won’t stay here. Mammon is waiting for me. I need to leave.” You looked down, your clothes with remains of ice, your limbs hurting because of the cold. He could replace you. We are all replaceable. The voice was still there.

“No, no. That’s not true. He can’t replace me, he won’t!” You shook your head, and you wondered if you were trying to convince those voices or yourself. What makes you so special?

“I am. I am special to him because he loves me. I love him too. We love each other. Now, let me out” you lifted your gaze, the voices you were hearing were now shapes in front of you, and you raised you hands towards them, feeling the energy through your arms before it reached your hands.

The seven brothers were standing in front of a building that they had never seen. How was it possible for such construction to appear out of nowhere. Lucifer wondered if Lord Diavolo had asked to get someone to build it for some reason, but he could not recall any comment on the matter. Then the creak of the enormous doors opening brought all of them back to the moment, “I see all of you are finally here, welcome!” Solomon said smiling, and in mere seconds Mammon was standing in front of him,

“Where is my human?”

The sorcerer tilted his head playfully, “Why, thank you. I’m doing great, how about you?”

“Don’t play around with me, magic boy” Mammon was ready to hold Solomon when Lucifer placed one hand over his shoulder to calm him down. “Solomon, please explain to us what is happening and refrain yourself from using your games now”

Solomon nodded, the grin never leaving his face. “Sure, Lucifer. I wouldn’t want to get you guys mad for no reason. Please follow me”

All the brothers followed him inside, Mammon at the front along with Lucifer. Satan was right behind them “May I know why does the training take place in such location?, Solomon” he asked, and Asmodeus nodded his head “I wanted to ask the same thing. This place is awful, Solomon. If you needed help with the decorations, you should have told me! I am the best for that, and I would have created the best atmosphere for my bestie’s training center!”

“Well, if you ask me, they would prefer something near the area we already know instead of dragging them to this place that looks like the location of I Was Told My Master That I Have to Train But I Ended Up Being Pushed Into a Portal That Led Me to Awful Places. We watched that one, and though they liked it, they say they would never visit a place like this willingly. Even Mammon cried that time” Leviathan mentioned, trying to probe that he was in fact the best friend number one, followed by a “That’s not true” from Mammon.

“I don’t know what else you were expecting. This place is suspicious, just like Solomon” Belphie was the one to speak now, and Beel nodded, adding an “I hope they’re not scared” before eating the chips from the bag that his twin was holding for him.

Once they reached a corner and were about to keep asking questions, Solomon turned towards them and motioned for them to get inside a room. “All of those were really good questions, but as you can see, we got to our destination. Now, please take a seat. We will be able to see today’s training session from this place. It’s exactly as if we were watching some sports game, which is very interesting if you ask me.”

“What is happening there?” Mammon asked after sitting down, when the one that appeared to be a screen in the wall stopped being blurry. He saw you on the other side leaning forward, your hands on your knees.

“Oh, they are just going through one of the many levels they are supposed to face today. Actually, it took you a while to get here, so you didn’t see the previous ones. They’ve been doing great”

Suddenly, a ray of light appeared from one of the corners and went towards you. You tried to dodge it, but it still had hit you on the side. Your clothes was ripped, and there were stains of blood on your skin and the upper part of your uniform.

Mammon didn’t even notice when he made his way to the front of the room, his hand touching the wall “Oi, what’s that? Get’em out of there!” he shouted, his eyes glued to you. You were panting, and he was getting desperate for seeing you like that.

“I’m afraid I cannot do that, Mammon. If they don’t finish the test, then they’ll fail. I doubt you’ll want that.”

“Fuck it” Mammon said, and then a flash of light illuminated the whole room as he turned into his demon form. He broke through the wall that was being used as a screen, and then he was able to enter the real portal to run towards you.

“Solomon, what are you doing to us?” Lucifer finally spoke, all six of them practically glued to their seats for some reason.

“I’m sorry Lucifer, but this is part of the training session. You will understand later”

The witch that had attacked you earlier was getting near you, and a she approached you started running towards her to give yourself impulse at the moment of using the metal stick that you had gotten from the roof. You swung it and hit her right on her shoulder as she tackled you to the floor. She extended her arms to grab you, but you held her face and recited a quick spell that made her skin burn. She screeched and scratched your face to get you to let her go as she started running backwards.

You were about to get up when white hair and horns came into your peripheral vision. Then you breathed, not noticing how you were holding your breath before he arrived.

“Okay, is okay now” Mammon said, gently holding your face between his hands “It was enough. Let’s go”

The you lifted your shaking hands and placed them above his to pull them away. “Mammon, I can’t… I haven’t finished yet.” You said, and he shook his head, this time grabbing your hands between his.

“Are you kiddin’ me?” he sighed deeply “I swear, you’re the most stubborn human out there. Look at you. Ya can barely breathe. Ya need to finish this, now.” He said this time in a soft but firm tone.

“But my training…”

He understood you were afraid of failing, but there were more important things that you had to take into consideration. So, he brought your hands towards his face and carefully kissed your knuckles “I don’t want you to hurt yourself, ya heard me?” and that was all you needed to comply with his request, so you nodded.

“Great, now let me get ya out of here” Mammon kneeled down to hold you firmly, and then he got back onto his feet to get you out of that place. You face was hiding into his neck to calm your quick heartbeat, but after a couple steps you felt the cold air hit you as you were dropped to the floor.

“Mammon?!” Trying to ignore the pain, you got back on your feet as quick as possible, looking around you to see where he had gone to.

Then the voice from the one who had bring you there, and had left you hours ago was heard. “I hope you are prepared for the last phase. You’ve been doing great”

A light appeared in the center of the room, and then you saw how all the witches, twelve to be exact, were surrounding Mammon, eight of them holding ropes to keep him in place. “What are you doing?! LET HIM GO,” you screamed sprinting in Solomon’s direction before he vanished right in front of your eyes.

“You need to concentrate. Don’t fail me, my adorable apprentice.” The cheerful voice of the sorcerer said, this time from above, and thought you wanted to hit him, you knew he was right. You needed to concentrate on getting Mammon out of there. But what were you supposed to do? Your simple spells were not enough to fight something that was able to hold one of the most powerful demons of the Devildom. One of the most…Of course. Up until now, you were able to battle all the simple things, but none of them was real. Everything had been controlled. And if now they were able to held Mammon down, then Solomon had been using Barbatos’ help all the time.

Mammon’s scream brought you back to reality, as you turned to look at him. The witches were tightening the ropes that they were burning his skin, and some of them were hitting him at the same time, the sight too painful for you to witness. You felt your eyes burning, but it was not time to cry. No, you had to save Mammon and finally finish that horrendous day.

You closed your eyes to concentrate, and repeated the spell from earlier to burn the four witches that had started running in your direction in the meanwhile. Then you ran towards the center of the room, dropping yourself to your knees once you found yourself near the area where the rest of witches were holding Mammon. He lifted his face you looked at his eyes, that held love for you even in those circumstances.

You breathed deeply, and then placed your hands on the floor to hold yourself. “Denizens of the darkness, awaken! You who are born of shadow, hear me! I, the master who commands Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride. Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy. Satan, the Avatar of Wrath. Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust. Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony And Belphegor, the Avatar of Sloth. I call upon you to lend your power to these demons!” you shouted, with all the remaining energy you had before the all the brothers appeared in the room.

The light that enlightened all of the room was the last thing you saw before you passed out from exhaustion. With the six of them in there, it took only a while to get Barbatos to free Mammon. As soon as the magical ropes stopped holding him down, Mammon sprinted towards you to lift you from the ground.

He held you tightly against his chest before you were able to wake up due to his warmth. As soon as you saw him, your eyes opened completely and you lifted your hands to cup his face, tears ready to fall from your eyes. “Mammon, love, tell me you are alright…”

“Ya really are crazy…” he said shaking his head, a smile on his face before he leaned forward to kiss your forehead “I’m fine now that I’m holdin’ ya”

In that moment, while Lucifer was helping Barbatos to get up, Solomon made his way into the room clapping. “Whoa, you really did it! See, there was no need to worry.”

“Solomon, I don’t think that’s the best thing to say. You put our friend and brother in danger. Of course we were worried!” Asmodeus said approaching him, he was angry, but at the same time he knew that it was not a good idea for Solomon to get near his brothers in that moment.

“In addition, it does not seem responsible from you to put your apprentice in such dangerous circumstances either.” Satan added this time.

You knew as well that everything could end in a big fight, so with Mammon’s help you were lifted from the floor. He held you hand, but you asked him to wait for you a moment.

“Guys, it’s time for all of us to go back home.” You told them, your voice hoarse due to the previous events.

“I’ll be ready to leave as soon as I talk some things with Solomon, please go ahead” Lucifer said, an almost scary smile on his face, but you shook your head. “No, Lucifer. Don’t make me force you back, guys. I’m tired enough. All of us are leaving, now”

Once all of them accepted your petition, not because they did not want to fight Solomon but because you looked tired enough, you waited for them to walk towards the door. Then, you turned to Solomon and walked in his direction. Without even giving him time to speak, you lifted one of your hands and brough it with full force against his face “Next time you go looking for some motivation, don’t drag him into this…” you said pointing where Mammon was waiting for you “Because next time, I’ll hurt you. Bye Barbs!”

Back at the house of lamentation, and after a relaxing bath, you were sitting at the end of your bed while Mammon was cleaning your wounds to patch them up. O he was trying, more like it.

“Oi, stop movin’. Ya need to stay still for me to clean your busted lip.” He complained, grabbing your chin with one hand to keep you in place.

“But it hurts…” you sighed.

Mammon raised one brow, looking at you incredulously “I cleaned all of your other big wounds, and it hurts ya just now? The small on your lip?”

You nodded rapidly “I mean, you could kiss it better. I bet it is the best option to get my lip to heal faster,” you said maintaining your serious face.

“Really, human?”

“Sure, it’s science, Mammon.”

Mammon shook his head, wondering how was it possible for you to be so playful after all you went through a couple hours prior. Nevertheless, who was him to deny giving you a kiss. So, he held one of your cheeks and pulled your face to his and you closed your eyes. Then he gave you a small peck on the corner of your mouth, and you opened your eyes, clearly disappointed.

“It still looks wounded, if ya ask me,” he mentioned looking at your lip before his gaze went back to meet your eyes.

“Of course it does!” you huffed “One kiss is not nearly enough.”

“One ain’t enough, huh?” he asked trying to tease you, and you shook your head.

“No. I need more kisses.”

“And they say I’m the greedy one…”

“Look, if you won’t give me kisses,” you said lifting yourself from the bed “then I’ll leave” and then you started walking to the door before his eyes widened in realization.

“Where are ya goin’?! Come back here. I’ll give ya kisses,” he walked up to you and you pulled him near to wrap your arms round his neck.

“Thanks, love. Can you please carry me back? everything hurts”

He simply laughed and then lifted you from the floor effortlessly to bring you back to your bed “Where were ya going anyway? We are in your room, ya know?” he questioned, sitting on your bed and getting you to sit on his lap,

You rolled your eyes in response. “Shh… I was leaving dramatically” and before he was able to make any funny remark on the matter, you held one of his cheeks carefully to bring his lips to meet yours, while your other hand was brought behind his head to caress his soft hair.

So, hey! If you made it this far, thanks for reading. If you think that there is/are some other element/s that should be added to the warnings, please do let me now. I’ll be really grateful. I hope you have a nice day, lovely people. Please remember to take care of yourself.

-L🪐

Sunday 31st, January.

#obey me! shall we date?#obey me!#obey me! mammon #Mammon #MC x Mammon #gn!mc

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pirotehnist · 5 years

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Farmer's Market- Chapter 6!

(Ok so first of all tw for: needles, mentions of death, body horror but not too much, sedation, violence, uuh what was left,,, idk this dude scrathes his hands?? Bc hes in pain? And i also talk abt his veins? Dunno pals just,, heads up)

The following morning the weather seemed to change drastically. The sky had gone grey and the wind was blowing, and it certainly wasn't helping that Monday and Toby have been keeping their window open since 5 AM.

-Doesn't this city make you sad? Monday asked out of the blue.

-I don't… understand you. ‘Not only now. Most of the time.’ thought Toby.

-I mean, do you realise it's a graveyard? We're a graveyard and a freak show altogether.

Toby stayed silent.

-I died, you did so too, and the Lady, and Marlene, and the people I passed on the street. We're dead. And Mr. Griffin's invisible and Salvador keeps his own head in a jar.

-Would you rather he keep someone else's? Toby couldn't stop himself. It seemed that whenever Monday was in a mood he was in… the opposite one.

-It wouldn't make a difference to me, she shrugged. Who knows what kind of freaks lurk in the shadows of this town.

Monday got up and streched once again. She was a little bit taller than Toby. Outside of their room they could hear voices talking, but couldn't make out what was being discussed.

They had their schdule planned out for the day. Almost everyone wanted to go to the library. Except for Pica and Maisie, who were out for a stroll in the city. And, well, Salvador, who only got out of his room to go to the kitchen, put an empty bottle next to the trash can and get a bottle of water. With bags under his eyes big enough to store the contents of a small supermarket, he just shook his head at the possibility of joining the others.

-We gotta keep an eye on him today. Make sure he eats at least once and doesn't touch another drop of liquor, sighed the Lady.

As the weather worsened she had to borrow some warmer clothes, and unfortunately Salvador was the only one whose clothes fit on her. ‘Well, you can't be 6'3 in a house of 5'7s and not expect any throwbacks’ she thought.

She couldn't just waltz right in and take a sweater from his closet, as Griffin usually suggested, so she made her request as short as possible. Salvador didn't mind.

The only other one who needed something warmer was Toby, but he had more luck. A raincoat was simply borrowed from Griffin and he was done.

Speaking of Griffin, he had his head pressed against the coffee table, as he had been having a terrible headache. He managed to bury himself into a sweater that looked like it belonged to someone at least a foot taller, which was because it did. It hung weirdly on him, considering the fact that he had no discernable form once again.

-Griffin, sweetie, remarked the Lady, maybe you should get visible again. You scared the librarian real bad last time, remember?

The other got up, mumbling something about being dizzy. He seemed wobbly, and the Lady tried to help him as he went up the stairs, but he shook his head. For a minute or so the others stood in silence, unsure of wether or not they should speak. And then it happened. The lights were on, the TV was on, and then they started flickering. The wind was roaring, the house felt like it might collapse. And as a horrible, painful shriek was heard from upstairs, the Lady shot up and rushed up the stairs, with the others following.

Griffin's room. And in the doorway stood Salvador, calmly inspecting the scene.

The room was immaculate, electrical machinery and chemicals arranged on the desk. And on the floor, in the middle of it all, Griffin.

The shriek had turned into a choked sob. He was oscillating between visible and invisible, shaking from head to toe. The room reeked of rubbing alcohol. His veins were clearly visible, and it was a horrendous sight.

-I am going to die! he spat out, sobbing. Something's wrong, wrong, again!

He was clawing at the top of his own hands, so hard he drew blood. He pressed his forehead against the rug and seemed to throw up a bit.

Salvador dug frantically through his drawers, and unwrapped a syringe. He took out a small vial, containing a liquid. He pierced the top and drew from it.

Griffin looked up with wide, red eyes and seemed perhaps a bit soothed when he saw it.

-Where do I inject it? Salvador calmly asked him as he lowered to his eye level.

-Is this, the Meda, you- you know, Mezadol?

‘Midazolam’ whispered the Lady, elbowing Toby. No one made a sound.

Griffin shakily extended a pale, bony wrist. It was… almost transparent. You could clearly see veins and bones, but that was about it.

Salvador seemed oddly calm about the situation. He counted the seconds between each doze, and it must've taken about 2 minutes. Griffin seemed to calm down, and stopped shaking. In the meantime, he made Griffin drink from another bottle, which had a light blue tint.

-Thank you, he whispered softly.

Salvador picked him up and laid him on his bed. His face was ghastly white, and some parts of him were still invisible to different degrees.

Lady Alligator was the first to break the silence.

-What in the world just happened?

-I'll get back to that in a minute, Salvador barely managed to answer before he quickly made his way to the nearest sink, in the bathroom down the hall, and threw up. Perhaps he wasn't as calm as he seemed.

He practically collapsed on the nearest chair as soon as he came back, and let out a sigh. Griffin was already unconscious by now.

He then got a small pack of bandages and bandaids, applied a disinfectant and started patching up the other's hands.

-This happened before, he sighed. Only once. He walked me through the process. This thing does something to his blood. If I was too slow he could've died before I even got to him. His heart would've stopped and… that was it.

He took Griffin's hand and looked closely at the blue veins that seemed to be floating above his hand.

-The chemicals I gave him, with the blue tint, are there to somehow fixate him. They keep him in his current state. Although, he was fully visible when it last happened.

-It must've been because of how the power kept going on and off earlier, stated Adalana. I remember him telling me once about something to do with electricity, I don-

-Hold on! Spoke up Salvador. He. Told you? he squinted. I've known him for years and he spoke about it only once. You've known him for about a day.

The Lady's expression could only be described as ‘I shouldn't have said that.’

-Adalana, he pressed on. How long have you known him for?

-He… worked with me for a bit, she shrugged.

-How long?

-Aaaaabout a year? she grimaced. But you can't blame me! You know I keep my work private. He's a damn good physicist and was useful in some cases.

-‘‘Can't blame’’ you? I can! he shouted. He's my best friend. You're my best friend too, he groaned. And, you two? The hell!

-It was work! Why are you so worried? she mused. You're way too protective with him, let the man have a life! The worst that can happen is for him to get hypothermia, AGAIN! Adalana rolled her eyes. And you already know how to handle that one.

God those poor souls in the doorway, who felt like they were watching their parents argue with no idea why.

-Let's just… leave mom, dad and our unconscious weird uncle to themselves, sighed Marlene. Come on, let's go downstairs. I want coffee and don't know how to make it.

A few minutes later, down came the Lady.

-What 'appened? asked Toby.

-Well, one thing's for sure. He sure ain't coming with us. He almost collapsed while talking, so I tried to take him to his room. But nooo! Our dear Griffin might wake up disoriented and panic! So long story short I moved in an armchair from whichever room was closer and he's trying to sleep in that one.

-And? piped up Pygmalion. We're still going to the library or not?

-As soon as we're all ready.

Which they were, so all 5 people managed to fit into the Lady's car, with Monday having shotgun privileges. Mainly because she was quiet.

Salvador was woken up by the sound of the doorbell, and the very weak shake of a hand on his shoulder.

Griffin still felt a bit confused when he woke up. And dizzy. He looked down at his hands. Patches ranging in visibility. They looked quite sickening to him. And on an armchair next to his bed, Salvador. His head was still exposed, he had been way too busy to even remember putting it back in its jar. Was he upset by him? He surely hoped not. Oh, that would hurt quite a bit.

And then came the horrid sound of the doorbell, echoing through the house. It almost pained Griffin, who was still adjusting to lights and sounds. Without thinking, he reached forward and lightly shook Salvador by the arm. Even sitting up still seemed quite an effort to him.

-Vince, he whispered.

He wondered if it came out wrong. It seemed too friendly for their situation. Still, ‘‘Salvador’’ seemed too cold.

-Vincent, he repeated. The door. Wake up.

The other opened his eyes and stared at him intently. They made an interesting contrast with eachother. Red eyes and green ones, white and black hair-

But that's not what matters right now.

-How do you feel? asked Salvador.

-I'm ok. Not in pain anymore, so that's better.

-You've gotten careless with your transformation, Jack. This is serious. And one day it could kill you.

That also seemed an interesting choice of names to Griffin. Yes, Salvador had quite a variety of names to choose from for him. ‘‘Jackson Claude Griffin’’ he remembered Salvador repeating after him when they first met. First and last time he heard him say it. Salvador prefered something shorter. ‘‘Griffs’’, in public mostly. ‘‘Jack’’ was… it felt weird. It was for the serious moments. Aaaand he was overthinking things again.

But even if he wasn't, he still wouldn't have an answer to give to him.

Salvador got up, and went to answer the door.

-Don't get up, he ordered.

He walked across the yard. The air was pleasantly cool, and it felt quite nice. For the first few seconds, because afterwards it just felt cold.

He opened the small gate. But instead of a familiar face, there were-

Two masked shapes. Shit. The blow of a bat, and Slavador was out cold. Laughter.

-Let's drag 'im into the house, hissed the taller one. Rabbit mask, feminine voice.

-And if he's not alone? asked the one with the cat mask.

-Nothing violence or chloroform won't solve.

These two were clearly either careless or incompetent. Might have had something in the system. Two masked criminals, in broad daylight, who… rang the doorbell.

The first thing Griffin heard were loud voices, which were normal for the area. Might have been hooligans knocking something over. He was almost right. Poor guy only understood what was going on when it was too late.

Just as he went down the stairs and rested on the couch for a moment, Rabbit slammed the door behind her as Cat dragged Slavador into the room.

-Don't try something funny, she warned him. Know you're just an inconvenience for us.

Rabbit was headed for the kitchen, and lazily hummed a song as she worked on… something

Cat propped Salvador up on the couch. ‘Here's my chance’ thought Griffin. He had to do something. He tried to grab the feeble butter knife rested on the coffee table. Better than nothing. But before he could even get up-

A hand grabbed Griffin by the collar. The tip of something sharp and cold was rested on his back.

-Sit down.

Atta boy. Rabbit's back.

His mouth was covered by a damp rag

-Breathe in this. It'll be enough for us to have a talk with your friend right there, who's been napping for- she checked her watch -3 minutes. Musta' been a mean punch, you wouldn't want the same to happen to you.

‘Chloroform,’ thought Griffin as he finally remembered the name of the substance. ‘Oh for God's sa-’

#farmers market #chapter 6 #excerpts from my writing #my writing #writers #writer #writing #written #writblr #excerpt from a story i'll never write #excerpt from a book i'll never write #ocs

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inclusive-flag-edits · 6 years

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Yo, don't listen to anyone who recommends medication to you who isn't your doctor, especially when it comes to anti-depressants/anti-anxiety meds. These kinds of medications vary in effectiveness from person to person depending entirely on how well your body does or does not metabolize it. What works for one person might not necessarily work for another, and what doesn't work for that anon could do miracles for you.

Also, I’m terribly sorry you never had access to therapy growing up. That’s awful, but I promise you’re not permanently damaged no matter how much it might feel like it. Would you be further along in healing if you’d had the opportunity to start therapy earlier? Yes. But that doesn’t mean you’ll never get there. It’s never too late to start, you know?

ALSO, if you have insurance, your insurance company might have a way to search doctors/therapists they cover online. idk, it depends on the insurance, but it’s worth looking into. That’s a good place to start, at least.

I hope you’re doing okay. I’m sorry about all the hate you’re getting. It doesn’t matter what happened, nobody deserves to be berated and belittled like that, especially when it’s clear they’re already struggling. Hate and anger are only ever counterproductive.

Watch me hit the ask limit lol whoops. ╮(╯▽╰)╭ Sorry for the spam, I just wanted to invite you to private message me if you need help finding a therapist. I have little experience with these things, but I’ll still do my best if you need me to!

Honestly I was mostly just being polite, my memory is shit and there was no way I was going to remember it anyways (sorry to that anon, I was gonna try to remember but I knew I wasn’t going to be able to. I can’t even remember the names of my joint medication rip)

Thank you for those reminders, sometimes I really beat myself up about that stuff ya know? I just, I don’t know, my college friends are all doing so well while I’m over here struggling to get out of bed in the mornings some days and then other days my anxiety is so bad I get nauseous and just start crying my eyes out and I just feel… left behind I guess? Like I should be better than I am and I’m… not.

Unfortunately my insurance is still under my parents’ insurance since I’m under 25 and I’m pretty sure they’d figure out that I was trying to get treatment and it would piss them off. I mean, these are the type of people who tell me to lie to my doctor about shit so that they don’t have to pay for medication. If I was using their insurance for something they think is unnecessary I’d get my ass beat.

I’m doing better today but unfortunately people are still sending me shit and I can already feel the anxiety spikes and depression building up again. I’m gonna try to go to an event later and clear my mind but that doesn’t always work so I don’t know what I’ll if it gets bad again. But yeah, I definitely think that all these asks and the harassment is so over the top for the situation that I just don’t understand what the hell these people are thinking. There is no excuse for treating anyone like this, and the fact that they’re doing it to someone they know is mentally ill and prone to suicidal urges and panic attacks is beyond shitty.

Don’t worry about the spam, I appreciate the kind messages and advice! I’d be happy to message you once this whole situation just calms down, cause I think any sort of interaction in regards to this would set me edge no matter how calm I try to be or how nice the person I’m talking to is, for the moment. I really appreciate the offer!

#ask #daffodil-discussions #discourse #suicide tw #abuse tw

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palmettofoxden · 7 years

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Hi Vanessa it's @thatbastardsportexy (abby) (don't want to drag my main into this y'know?) and today I have been extra emo about stickball and the stickball children and also about a whole load of other fandoms. And then I decided to watch sad YouTube videos. So could you please write something to destroy what few emotions I have left? It's been a day for suffering so let's just do it. Maybe some angsty kevin day is drinking and alone when he goes pro feels? Idk, whatever you do will be A+ :)

I hope you’re all ready for some Andrew misses the monsters and is alone in his and Neil’s apartment because their schedules don’t match up pain!!!!

@thatbastardsportexy

Andrew, Kevin, and Neil are all on separate teams

Andrew hasn’t seen any of the monsters in too long

He hasn’t seen Kevin in over a month and even then, that was only when their teams played each other

Aaron lives somewhere else with Katelyn and is constantly working at the hospital, sleeping, or cramming in time with Katelyn between their shifts

Nicky lives in a completely different fucking timezone

He hasn’t seen Neil in almost two weeks because of their stupid fucking schedules not matching up

So, Andrew is alone in their apartment with the cats for days

And his days become exy practice and games and sitting around bored out of his mind

Because there is nothing to do and the apartment is too quiet and sometimes even the cats ignore him

But at least that is better than when they stand there and scream at him like it his fault Neil isn’t there

He isn’t happy about it either

And the cats share Neil’s pillow at night and look like they’re waiting for him to come home

Andrew and Neil have barely even talked because they’ve mostly just been playing phone tag for 10 days because Neil fucking sucks at charging his phone

And remembering to turn the fucking volume back on after games

Andrew watches Neil’s games after he gets back from his own

And he even gets so bored that he watches Kevin’s

Not that he would ever fucking admit that

He used to be good at being alone

He used to thrive on it

But now he’s all alone and he’s gotten too used to Neil and he hates how he misses him

And he hates how he wishes Nicky was here to fill the silence with pointless chatter

And he hates how he’d even take Kevin’s exy talk at this point

And he hasn’t even so much as gotten a text from Aaron in over 2 months and he hates it, but he’s been waiting for Aaron to text first

Just like he lets Kevin call him first or else he doesn’t talk to Kevin

And it’s up to Nicky to Skype him or Neil or else Andrew won’t talk to him

Because he refuses to act desperate and chase after them

If they give a shit about him, then they’ll call him

And if not, then he’s not going to act all pathetic and become the burden they pity talk to

But he gets so fucking bored and okay, fine, he’s lonely

Not that he is ever going to admit that

So, he tries calling Neil and big surprise, it goes right to voicemail

Because he probably forgot to charge his phone again

Andrew leaves him a quick “Charge your fucking phone” voicemail and then hangs up

He tries calling Kevin, figuring he can just taunt Kevin about the point gap in his last game and then Kevin will talk and Andrew won’t have to say anything else or explain why he called

But Kevin doesn’t answer either and Andrew is starting to get insulted

He tries to convince himself he doesn’t care

But he still wonders if Kevin purposely didn’t answer his call

He brushes it off though

Maybe Kevin’s just over practicing for a change

After all, he faces Neil’s team next game

And he’s probably trying to get some last minute extra practice the night before

On top of all the other extra practice he’s probably been doing for weeks, knowing Kevin

But then Andrew tries Skyping Nicky

And there’s no answer

Andrew is getting annoyed

He gets up and stalks off angrily to look for the cats, but Sir’s hidden under the bed

And when he picks up King, King scratches the shit out of him and then escapes to join Sir under the bed

“Fuck you. I didn’t want your attention anyway.”

Andrew goes back to the living room and sits down on the couch and stares at his phone for a few minutes before he finally picks it up and texts Aaron

He asks if Aaron owns a new video game that Andrew bought a couple weeks earlier and asks if Aaron wants to play it

Aaron doesn’t answer for a long time

Andrew is livid

How dare Aaron not even fucking answer when he went out of his way to reach out to him?

Andrew puts on the stupid food network and half watches people screw up on cooking shows

He doesn’t necessarily enjoy the shows, but he doesn’t care enough to change the channel

He just doesn’t want it to be so damn quiet

Almost three hours later, Andrew’s phone buzzes and he checks the text way too fast

Aaron says he just got off a double shift and he needs sleep

Andrew considers throwing his phone across the room

He grabs the secret expensive cat treats Neil thinks Andrew doesn’t know he bought and goes back into the bedroom

He lures the cats out from under the bed and to the living room with the treats so they will sit on the couch with him

They curl up together in the spot next to him and fall asleep

So, after all his effort, they can’t even be bothered to stay awake and entertain him

He tries calling Neil again, thinking maybe he’ll have found a fucking phone charger by now, but it goes straight to voicemail again

Andrew hangs up without leaving a message this time

And he starts thinking about how Neil is too busy to even find a phone charger to answer his call

And how Kevin has moved on to his new stupid team and doesn’t have time to even take a call from Andrew anymore

And how Aaron never fucking texts him and didn’t even have enough time to answer if he had the game or not, let alone to play online with Andrew

And how even Nicky isn’t taking his fucking calls and never called him back

And he’s pretty sure Neil talks to Kevin and Nicky more than he does

And he isn’t a necessary part of their group anymore

They don’t even have a group anymore

It’s just Andrew and Neil and even Neil is too busy with exy and Andrew’s all alone and unimportant and it just hits him all at once and there’s nothing there to distract him from it

It’s too early to go to bed, but Andrew turns the tv off and goes to bed anyway because there’s no point in being awake and clearly no one’s calling him back anyway

He still brings his phone with him and leaves it next to the bed though just in case Neil calls

Andrew is supposed to go to practice the next morning, but he sleeps in and wakes up to his phone ringing

He thinks it might be Neil, so he instantly answers the phone, but it’s just his coach reaming him out for being late for practice

And Andrew doesn’t have the energy to deal with this, so he claims he’s too sick to play

And technically, it isn’t a lie

He knows if Bee was there, she’d tell him that mental illness is just as valid of a reason to have bad days and days where he needs to stay home as physical illness is

She’d also probably tell him the exercise might do him some good, but he’s in the mood to pick and choose what advice suits his agenda

And right now he can’t stand the idea of making himself get up and deal with his stupid fucking team and stupid fucking exy

Neil plugs his phone in before his game against Kevin so that it’ll be charged enough to turn on after so he can try and catch Andrew after his game

And so he can check the results of Andrew’s game to see how he did

Neil’s team loses to Kevin’s and Neil showers and changes while dreading how smug Kevin is going to be about this

He finishes in the locker room and turns his phone on to try to call Andrew before he leaves

He has two missed calls from Andrew and one voicemail from him

And about thirty missed texts from Nicky

Neil isn’t worried until he sees that he has a missed text from Aaron and one from Kevin

Aaron never texts him and he just played against Kevin

But he ignores the hammering in his chest and thinks maybe Kevin is just rubbing the victory in as soon as possible

Maybe, Aaron thinks it is funny that he lost to Kevin?

But then Neil checks the messages and Aaron and Kevin are both asking why Andrew didn’t play

And about ten of the most recent texts from Nicky are him asking why Andrew didn’t play with about a hundred question marks

Neil feels like he’s going to throw up

He dials Andrew’s number, but it goes straight to voicemail

He tries again anyways and it still goes to voicemail

Nicky is still texting him

Neil checks his voicemail from Andrew, but it is just a day old message of Andrew telling him to charge his phone

Neil leaves the locker room and finds Kevin waiting for him outside

Kevin takes one look at him and says “You didn’t know.”

Neil says Andrew isn’t answering and he thinks his phone is off

Kevin tells him that according to Andrew’s coach, he sat out for health reasons

Neil is so worried and feels so guilty for not charging his phone earlier

But he forgot his stupid charger in his bag with his equipment

He should have just gone and bought another one

Now Andrew was out for health reasons and everyone was looking to Neil for answers and Neil didn’t even know what had happened to Andrew

Nicky will not stop texting him

He gets another one from Aaron asking “What does health reasons mean?”

And Aaron must have told Nicky what he heard because a second later, Nicky switches to asking if Andrew is sick or injured or what and he’s threatening to fly in from Germany and he is clearly getting annoyed that Neil isn’t answering

Neil sends one text to both of them “I don’t know what it means. I just found out he didn’t play and he isn’t answering his phone.”

Nicky says someone better tell him what the hell is going on because he’s going to start looking at plane tickets pretty soon

Aaron is closest, but it’ll still take a couple of hours to drive there

He just got off a double shift and is tired as fuck and Katelyn is supposed to be going into work, but Aaron says he’s going to drive to Andrew and Neil’s apartment and try to figure out what the fuck is going on

Katelyn manages to get her shift switched so that she can drive Aaron and he can sleep in the car on the way

But he can’t actually sleep when he is worried about Andrew and Neil and Nicky and Kevin won’t stop texting him, so he just lies with his head against the passenger window and watches the texts keep coming in, even though not one of them is news about what is going on with Andrew

Neil and Kevin went straight from the stadium to the airport to find the flight that will get them back the fastest and they keep Aaron and Nicky posted on that up until they got on the plane and check in to see how close Aaron is

Nicky feels helpless in Germany and is so tempted to book a flight, but Erik talks him into waiting to see if Andrew is okay first because the others will get to him way earlier

And Nicky does not want to be on a plane and miss updates when they finally come

Aaron and Katelyn make it to the apartment building and Aaron texts the others that he’s at the building

Nicky immediately starts texting a hundred questions

Neil and Kevin are on the plane, so they don’t see the texts yet

They manage to get in the building pretty easily because someone going in has seen Andrew around the building and doesn’t question it when Aaron asks them to hold the door

Getting into the actual apartment is another story

Aaron pounds on the door, but there’s nothing

So he pounds louder and shouts “Andrew, open the fucking door! I didn’t drive two fucking hours for you to ignore me!”

Andrew wakes up in a blanket burrito in his bed to the sound of pounding at the door and Aaron screaming and he is confused and annoyed

He pushes Sir off of him and nearly trips over King on his way across the bedroom

“I’m not fucking leaving until you open the fucking door, asshole!”

Andrew opens the door and nearly gets kicked in the chest

Aaron is so surprised by the door suddenly flying open that he half falls into the apartment

Andrew looks at him unimpressed and says “You weren’t really going to kick my door in?”

And Aaron’s like “Well if you would answer your fucking phone or door I wouldn’t have to.”

And Andrew says “Didn’t anyone teach you to pick a lock?”

Which, no, no one did

Maybe Andrew should have, but he didn’t want Aaron using the knowledge against him

Aaron’s phone will not stop dinging from Nicky’s messages

Andrew glances from Aaron to Katelyn and then back at Aaron and asks “What are you doing here?”

Aaron points out “You sat out the game for mysterious health reasons you couldn’t even be bothered to tell Neil about and then stopped answering your phone.”

Andrew glances over at the clock with vague interest and sees that it is late at night and he definitely slept through the night’s exy games

He walks out of the room and Aaron is indignant at how he drove all this way instead of sleeping and Andrew can’t even be bothered to respond to him

Aaron follows him and insists “Nicky’s threatening to fly here. He’s been texting me non-stop for almost four hours. You better call him and explain what the fuck is going on. What the fuck is going on anyway?”

Katelyn trails a little behind Aaron

Andrew responds “I wasn’t in the mood for hitting a ball with a stick.”

He picks his phone up from beside the bed and tries to check his messages, but the screen won’t turn on so he says “I guess it died”

Andrew isn’t exactly surprised that it died and he isn’t sure how long it has been dead for

He hasn’t had the energy to look at it since his coach’s call that morning

Aaron is beyond annoyed that Andrew put them through this because he didn’t feel like playing and couldn’t be bothered to plug his fucking phone in

But he is also so relieved that Andrew is alright

Andrew takes his phone and charger to the living room and plugs it in

Aaron texts Nicky, Kevin, and Neil that Andrew’s fine and his phone was dead while Andrew waits for his phone to turn back on

Aaron tells him Kevin and Neil are on a plane on their way there

Andrew’s phone turns on and fills with notifications about texts and missed calls and voicemails

He grabs Neil’s laptop and calls Nicky on Skype and puts it on the table

Nicky answers immediately and looks super fucking concerned still and like this has taken five years off of his life

Erik is sitting right beside him and smiles at the sight of Andrew

Andrew says “I’m alive, Nicky. Calm the fuck down.”

It’s too early in the morning for Nicky and Erik to be up and clearly, they’ve been up for hours and they stay on Skype to talk to them

And Nicky warns Andrew to never do that again and that he and Neil can’t both walk around with dead phones

And Nicky does most of the talking while Andrew just sits there and listens and they are all overreacting so much and Andrew can’t quite make himself be annoyed by it

Because Aaron looks like fucking shit, but he came here for him

And Erik brings coffee for him and Nicky, but they both look so tired and Nicky is overkill lecturing Andrew, but Andrew has kind of missed the way Nicky can talk a topic to death

And they knew he wasn’t playing

They noticed

They actually went to watch the night’s exy games

And not just the Neil vs. Kevin one

And Andrew feels a little less totally on the fucking outs

Because it’s hard to feel like they totally don’t give a shit about him when he’s got Nicky on Skype and Aaron there in person

And Kevin and Neil are on the way

And he isn’t even quite as annoyed as usual with Katelyn because she is here because Aaron showed up for Andrew

Eventually, Nicky and Erik set Nicky’s laptop down on the kitchen counter and stop talking for a few minutes to make breakfast because they are starving, but they don’t want to hang up

And Andrew, Aaron, and Katelyn are left sitting there listening to the sounds of Nicky and Erik’s kitchen

And then Aaron asks if Andrew has the game he texted him about

And the twins play the game while Katelyn watches because it is easier for them than talking

And they point the laptop at the tv screen so Nicky can see who is winning while he eats

Kevin and Neil are still worried, despite Aaron’s brief text

Neil is more worried than Kevin, but they are both concerned

The fact that even if Andrew really is okay, he is alone with Aaron and Katelyn does not make Neil any less worried

And Andrew still hasn’t called Neil again and Nicky and Aaron have stopped texting altogether

And Neil tries texting Aaron but gets no response because Aaron is too busy playing video games and between the video game volume, Nicky shouting advice, and Aaron swearing at the tv, it’s a little loud to hear Aaron’s phone

Kevin and Neil rush to Andrew and Neil’s apartment

When they get there, Neil throws the door open to find Andrew and Aaron playing video games with Nicky cheering them on over Skype while Katelyn brings a couple cups of coffee for her and Aaron from the kitchen

And Neil has no idea what he was expecting to find, but he knows this wasn’t it

As soon as Kevin is sure Andrew is okay, he goes to the kitchen in search of alcohol

It’s already late and they’re all there anyway, so they all stay up for a while drinking and playing video games (and Nicky joins in the games online)

They all stay the night at Andrew and Neil’s apartment (except obviously, Erik and Nicky, although they keep the party going over Skype)

And Andrew wakes up in the morning annoyed by how over-crowded his bed is with Neil and King and Sir

And by how over-crowded his apartment is so that he can hardly get to the kitchen past the bodies sleeping on his floor

But he doesn’t feel alone anymore, at least for the moment

#There's pain but also if you think I'm not making it better for my boy in the end then you're wrong #thatbastardsportexy #All For the Game #The Foxhole Court #Andrew Minyard #Neil Josten #Aaron Minyard #Kevin Day #Nicky Hemmick #Twinyards #Andreil #Erik Klose #Katelyn #Ask #Personal

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Rio & Nancy

Rio: You know Rio: If you like, I could sleep with Mr. Tomlinson Rio: Take the heat and shine off you all in one, just ask Nancy: It's a kind offer Nancy: But it's not gonna fix any of the important stuff Nancy: And it's not like you deserve any of what would come from that unholy union Rio: Okay, you could give me names of the worst offenders and I'll sort them out Rio: not in similar fashion to teach, of course Rio: How are you really though, babe? Stupid question but gotta come Nancy: You can't take on half the school, Rio Nancy: If it was that easy I'd still be in London Nancy: Maybe it's a stupid question but I've only got an obvious answer so Rio: Sure I can Rio: Ain't my first rodeo Rio: Is there anything of actual use I can do to make everything not totally shit or? Nancy: Don't be nice to me Nancy: I can't handle it Nancy: And I just re-applied my make-up Rio: You ain't wronged me Rio: along with half the School, like but they LOVE taking shit personal when 10 minutes ago it was Quinn who? Rio: And we've all put our waterproof to the test before Nancy: If it was just her I wouldn't be thinking about leaving Nancy: Tristan literally has half the school on his side and it's not like I can blame him Rio: It's just insecurity Rio: 'cos you're not a total sadcase like the kids she usually works with, can't pick on them for loving on his Ma or swinging at her whatever Rio: he's just taking out his blatant issues about it 'cos he ain't had the chance before Nancy: Am I not? What would you call me? Nancy: Yeah, bit like how I was with his dad Nancy: At least he's got real issues, I've got...imaginary emotions? Or something Rio: Hmm Rio: I might throw hopeless romantic at you if I'm feeling really savage Rio: Nah, they ain't imaginary Rio: How much easier if they were Nancy: Hopeless is right Nancy: But I doubt either Sian or Quinn would call me romantic Nancy: Well, they weren't real. None of it was Rio: Not the fantasy in your head but the feelings were Rio: you can try and discredit them if it helps but in my experience, usually a pointless exercise Rio: but painful enough to feel somewhat fitting of a punishment, right? a start, at the very least Nancy: Ouch. Calling it a fantasy sounds....yeah let's not Nancy: I know you've got a point, that I should have let you make earlier Nancy: God, how did I let myself end up here Nancy: What the hell Rio: Sorry, as if the world wasn't ready to burst your bubble, like Rio: Shit happens Rio: You can't control it Rio: Arguably could've controlled it enough to not get to that point but I ain't got room or desire to judge too harshly Nancy: It's fine, I've heard worse from the world Nancy: I can though. I had been Nancy: Or so I thought Rio: 'Til you didn't Rio: exactly Rio: It's done now, the rumour mill will do it's thing, then you'll be free to deal with the actual mess in your head Nancy: It's his fault Nancy: The prick Nancy: I wouldn't have lost control if he didn't first Rio: Yeah Rio: She sounds devious Rio: Why her, like Nancy: He hates me and so does she Nancy: Match made, like Rio: He doesn't hate you, babe Rio: He's just an idiot Nancy: Okay, he hasn't forgiven me then Nancy: Point is, he's mad at me Rio: At least you've got reason to be mad at him now too, yeah? Rio: Fair fight Nancy: Like I need a reason, he didn't have one Rio: Yeah, not how he sees it though Rio: maybe you can get it all out there now Nancy: He sees things to suit him Nancy: Always has Nancy: Everything about her was right there for him to see before I left and after Rio: Yeah, it's fucked up Nancy: I shouldn't have to spell it out to him, he was right there Rio: I know Rio: I don't think it's like that Rio: like it's still shitty Rio: but it's not like, love Rio: he ain't like that, if nothing else, thank fuck, yeah Nancy: It doesn't make me feel any better Nancy: There's always girls around him, he didn't need to get with her Nancy: All their friends remember, they tagged me, so he can't have forgotten what she's like and everything she did Rio: He looked wasted Rio: in her photos Nancy: Lesbian or not, I know if he was that wasted he wouldn't have been able to get it up for her Nancy: It's not an excuse Rio: Let's not think about the logisitics Rio: it's not personal, physical reactions Nancy: You can say that, it doesn't matter to you Nancy: If he's so mad at me for moving to Dublin he shouldn't sleep with one of the main reasons why I had to Rio: Have you said this to him yet? Nancy: Fuck no Nancy: And I'm not going to Nancy: He knows what she did, he didn't stop it, whatever I didn't ask him to, but he still had a front row seat Nancy: She made sure everyone did Rio: Wouldn't it make you feel better, to rip him a new one? Nancy: Not really Nancy: I've tried enough times before Nancy: And she's the least of my worries now that half this school hates me and the other half loves me in a way I don't want, ever Rio: I can hear the threesome offers from here Rio: Ugh Nancy: Like, I get it, I'm a cliche, let me list the ways for you but then go away Rio: Keeps your inbox fun and fresh, I guess? Rio: Is it gonna be hate or love, know the feeling Nancy: I haven't even asked how you are! Nancy: Letting myself down in all the ways Rio: Oh God, same old, same old, no need to depress yourself further Nancy: Not to be like my brother and his (lack of) coping mechanisms yet again, but can we go out? Nancy: I'm over being staring at my walls or my phone crying or trying not to Rio: 'Course Rio: you're allowed to drown your sorrows at least 3 more times 'fore I'm calling you out on the parallels Rio: Anywhere with cheap drinks and GRL POWER bops? Nancy: Anywhere that my haters won't be Nancy: Because now I've called them haters which is the WORST thing Rio: 😂 Rio: May as well call 'em motivators whilst you're at it and be done with it Nancy: Sounded like a soundbite from my mum's mouth Nancy: That's the last straw. I wanna die Rio: Not before you've got a 'round in Nancy: If you come and help me not look how I feel then I'll owe you so many drinks Nancy: You'll be able to get as drunk as Buster, fuck everything up too Rio: I do owe you for the time I shamelessly stole your wardrobe so Nancy: You're literally trying to remind me and I still don't remember Nancy: So you're fine Rio: Still omw Rio: I've rocked many a makeover in my time, though it's been a while since any of 'em but Grace would let me 😂 Nancy: I have no energy to fight you Nancy: And can't look worse than I do right now Nancy: The bar is low low low Rio: Slap some cucumbers on those puffy eyes Nancy: Excuse me mum I need to take those from your water really quick, babe Nancy: 👌 Rio: When plain old water just ain't hydrating enough Nancy: @ my dehydrated but still crying self Rio: Dry it up, babe Rio: Gotta at least arrive at the club semi put together Nancy: Are they gonna let me in? Nancy: I can't do any more humiliation today Rio: Of course, you're nearly 18 anyway Rio: they let Indie in, you're fine Nancy: Tell it to Sian Nancy: And the powers that be so they don't sack her Rio: 😑 Nancy: If we're going out you need to work on your poker face Rio: I'm sorry but I'm not gonna cry for her, babe Nancy: You sound like the rumor mill Nancy: none of this is her fault Rio: Mm, she could've done more about it Nancy: She didn't know about it, what could she do? Rio: You reckon? Rio: She's a married woman and you probably weren't that subtle Nancy: You're talking to me not my brother Nancy: I can be subtle Nancy: I've had years of practice Rio: Not with love and shit Rio: No offence but you know it's true Nancy: Yes with love and shit Nancy: She didn't know until I wanted her to Rio: Okay Nancy: You don't believe me, do you? Rio: No but there's no need to push the issue Rio: you can't know either way now Rio: but they won't sack her Nancy: You should Nancy: You say I can't, but I do know, 'cause I've been over every moment in my head Nancy: I wish she did know, before, and she felt the same as I do but that's not gonna happen Rio: Yeah, and every time you go over it, the memory changes Rio: Sorry but you're not a trusted source on this Rio: especially 'cos you still wish that Nancy: I know Nancy: I can't just stop loving her Nancy: Everyone wants me to, even her, but I don't know how to Rio: Yeah Rio: Time, that's about all that'll do it Rio: or someone else Nancy: Did time work for you? 'Cause been there tried the second option already Rio: 'Course Rio: heals all wounds don't you know Nancy: I can't say I do know that yet Nancy: I'm still angry and hurt about Chloe and Buster so Rio: That's allowed Rio: got a decent amount of time left on both before people are eye-rolling Nancy: You think? It's been years since I left Nancy: I should be over it Rio: Nah Rio: she's still the same bitch Rio: why should you try and be above it Nancy: 'Cause I came here to change Nancy: So I shouldn't be the same bitch Nancy: It's pathetic, right? Rio: No, 'cos you weren't the bitch to begin with Rio: You don't need to change Nancy: if the alternative is this Nancy: i want to Nancy: I hate this Rio: Okay Rio: How do you wanna be? Rio: Let's make it happen Nancy: where to start, like Rio: You tell me, babe Nancy: My extensive wardrobe doesn't include a chastity belt so I'm gonna need more self control Nancy: Any ideas? Nancy: Not an app for building that as far as I know Rio: Hmm, idk Rio: could get yourself on tinder, the awfulness of people looking for a quick hookup will do wonders for your sex drive Nancy: Lord Nancy: That's a scarily good idea Nancy: Anywhere where straight guys exist in numbers Rio: The club will be the IRL embodiment so tonight is your lucky night Nancy: Luck isn't on my side lately but i've got nothing to lose Rio: That's the spirit Rio: Might as well put all your chips down now Nancy: Keep my phone for me later? Drunk dialing Quinn at the end isn't gonna work out the way it did at the start Rio: Not yet anyway Rio: Time, yeah? Rio: You take mine, swapsies Nancy: Likely not ever Nancy: You didn't see her Nancy: But sure, your phone camera gets me Rio: Never say never Rio: unless it's your married teacher Nancy: Don't give me undeserved hope Rio: I dunno Rio: It's not like you were married, you know Rio: or you properly cheated Nancy: Yeah but that's only because I didn't have the chance Nancy: I was still thinking about Sian most of the time Nancy: That's gotta hurt Rio: Bit insulting, yeah Rio: I wouldn't go back but maybe she liked you Rio: Either way, don't think there's anything you can do to make ammends rn so Nancy: She told me she liked me Nancy: And because I'm the worst human I didn't stop it Rio: Hardly Nancy: You're too nice to kick me when I'm down Rio: I ain't Rio: And I ain't above using someone for my own shit, not many are Nancy: I'm just as bad as him Nancy: Fucking twinning Rio: Different sins Rio: If you're gonna make like him, try not to give a shit about it, right? Take the perks with it Nancy: If only Nancy: At least he didn't like Chloe and use her anyway Nancy: That's just me and what I'm looking for in a girlfriend Rio: Oh, babe Rio: what a mess Nancy: Help me Nancy: Should I just go back to London or? Rio: Hmm, I don't know Rio: It'd maybe hurt less to not see either of them Rio: but you'd be more alone Rio: but, either way, it's a year and you're out of both Nancy: I don't know either Nancy: I wanna see them both so much and that's why I shouldn't be near either of them, right? Nancy: But June will murder me if I leave and I'll murder Buster if I have to share a house with him all the time again Nancy: Summer was Nancy: Oh God Rio: You're not a monster, you're allowed to feel that Rio: You aren't going to do anything else, the mistakes have been made, you're on learning time Rio: I can't really see London working, to be honest Rio: It'd be a step back, more than all...this Nancy: Yeah. I don't love it there. Closer to being at home here by far Nancy: I know I'm just scared to stay Nancy: But I need to girl up and stick it out, like Rio: Yeah Rio: We're all here Rio: that's a good % of the school pop so fuck it Nancy: 😂 real Nancy: be on your way faster 'cause whatever is closest or coldest in this fridge is being opened now Rio: 👍 Rio: Had to sort my own self but I'm in my car Rio: not looking a total state now, welcome Nancy: teach me how to make cocktails so I can make new friends? Rio: Ooh Rio: Fun Rio: Grandad gonna be pissed off but deal, old man Nancy: sorry but I need the gays to protect me now, granddad I can't wait for you to come over and be fabulous Rio: I'll invite some of my gay friends if you want Rio: not a hoe you out vibe Nancy: They'll back right off when they sense my 💔 so bring whoever you want Rio: See who's about and up for it Rio: first though, some tlc Nancy: If you bring a boy you like I'll promise not to gag Nancy: Or cry Rio: Trust, there are no boys making me gag or cry atm Nancy: Gross Rio: 😂 Nancy: And I assume disappointing? 🤔 Is that the goal, penis so big it almost kills you or? Rio: Oh honey 😏 Rio: I don't believe for a sec you're so 💔 that you're ready for the lowdown on the d Nancy: Trying to talk about you and your interests since I haven't shut up about me Rio: Sweet Rio: Maybe when I'm drunker myself I'll tell you all about it Nancy: Yeah? Nancy: So there's stuff to tell Nancy: Knew it Rio: Nahhhhhhh Rio: Not my own personal penis Rio: just the basics Nancy: Like basic teenage boys from your street or Ann Summer's basic range? Nancy: Either way, do better if I have to live through you Rio: Damn Rio: Pressure weren't real enough already, like 😜 Rio: Ma like, where's those grandkids @ Nancy: Like she wouldn't come at me with the same question Rio: We're all slacking Rio: for shame Nancy: Wait until she hears about my celibacy Nancy: Sorry auntie Nancy: I gotta do what I gotta do Rio: 'til you 👀 some cuties in the cloob Nancy: I'm giving myself to god Nancy: she's a babe Nancy: full nun mode activated Rio: You talking about Ariana Grande? Nancy: Never Nancy: I've got enough drama in my life without fancying a straight celeb Rio: Celebs don't count Rio: ask anyone, free pass, like Rio: off chance she's out in dubo tonight Nancy: It's 🌈 icons or nothing Nancy: But it's nothing, obviously Nancy: feel free to hit her up yourself though Rio: Picky Rio: I'm good tho, not really my type either Nancy: I could make a bunny joke but we don't need to get back into the Ann Summer's shelves Rio: Don't we? Rio: Celibacy ain't gon' be easy babe Nancy: I've done it before Nancy: First girlfriend, remember Rio: Pringle rules Nancy: Never say that again Nancy: Touches too much of a nerve, which in itself sounds dirty so Rio: 😂 Nancy: Don't laugh at me Nancy: Why did I have to ruin my life? Nancy: 😭 Rio: You had to know, yeah? Nancy: But I should've known anyway Rio: You'd always have a what if Nancy: Yeah but I've just swapped one for another 'cause now Quinn's a what if instead Rio: She's a has been now Rio: in the nicest possible way Nancy: Ouch Rio: Not a never ever though Nancy: Safe to assume Nancy: I wouldn't have me back Rio: Yeah but you're living up to your name rep rn Nancy: ? Rio: A negative Nancy Rio: sure that's not old Nancy: I was going on the McKenna part and I was like, how insulting is this gonna get? Rio: Too real for tonight Nancy: Too real for this month Rio: I'll allow it Nancy: Oh god, I'm gonna have to change all my birthday plans Nancy: Don't let me think about that Rio: Yeah, don't Rio: we'll sort something Rio: but I'm here Rio: pour me a drink and lemme in Nancy: 👌👌 Nancy: Excuse mum and dad's scowls Rio: 😬 Rio: Should I move my car lads Nancy: Back to the 24 and away from my bad influence I'm sure they'd say right now Nancy: not a direct quote Rio: I'll chat 'em round Rio: parents love me Nancy: 😏 Rio: Rude! Nancy: Hey, I'm preparing you for the kind of quality banter you'll have to get used to hearing if you hang around me Rio: Alright, the craic starts here Rio: deal with it, 'rents Nancy: 💚🍀

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m1zu · 3 years

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*Akaashi*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Akaashi Keiji x reader

Genre: Pure Fluff :3

Warnings: none ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

w/c: 1.5k - - - Reading time: 4.51min (roughly)

n: There are some Japanese words/ phrases in romaji used (not many) but here are the translations if you aren’t familiar. Okaeri: said to someone when they return to a place (i.e home) Itai: ‘ouch’ - - - Aishiteru: ily

a/n: Hey Guys! So this is actually my first fanfic I've ever written and I'm not really sure what to think of it. Any thoughts? Feedback is greatly appreciated.

I was rewatching Haikyuu for the nth time and NEEDED to write something with Akaashi, so here it is! I hope you enjoy :))

Have a snack to help you enjoy the read! --------------------------------------------------

⊂ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ⊃🍓← take strawberry ☐

⊂ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ⊃🍡← take dango ☐

⊂ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ⊃🍨← take ice cream ☐

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'I knew you could hear me!'

You awoke to the tender warmth of your boyfriend behind you, flowing comfort and security through your body. Foggy brained and still half asleep, it took a few seconds to realise the two if you were cooped up in bed on this cozy night. But how did you get here? Soon enough you began to recall what happened earlier.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You had come home from work after an understatement of a 'rough day', dropping all you had equipped by the door before crumbling onto the couch, falling asleep within minutes. Akaashi heard the front door from his office and called out 'Okaeri, y/n.' to receive no response. He hurried downstairs in the fear of something having happened to you. Have you fallen? Were you hurt? No one else was outside were they? It was 7:30PM and due to the time of year, sunset was usually around 6, meaning it was highly likely for people to be prowling around. Even in a neighborhood like yours which was considered 'relatively safe' there have been a few incidents in the past of robberies in the area. So Keji made sure to be that much more protective of you and the house. The ability to work from home helped with that.

Yet all his worries melted away at the sight of you dozed off on the sofa, half hanging off and phone about to fall from your back pocket. He reached for the phone, grabbing it just as it fell, slipping it into his pocket and let out a slight giggle followed by a smile. Akaashi watched over you in awe, a gaze that could only be described as pure love and admiration. You wore your favourite (and his favourite) black top with frilled sleeves and a lace adorned neck. Along with a simple pair of jeans, paired with matching black heels and a large camo green jacket, both of which you had left by the door. An outfit that you cutely presented to Akaashi earlier that morning "How do I look? Do you think the jacket's too much? It's chilly today so I just thought I might - - Idk.." you trailed off. Even you could hear the lack of confidence in your voice, despite having tried your hardest to hide it.

Akaashi noticed. There's very little about you that he doesn’t notice. He made sure to take note of the small things. He could tell when you were upset over something when no one else could, if you felt even the slightest bit uncomfortable around certain people, he would make an excuse for the two of you to leave or he would shelter you if it was a specific person who disturbed you. If you needed some extra love, he was on it. Akaashi did whatever he could to soothe you with his comfort. And it made you love him even more than you thought possible. “No, not at all, Dear. The jacket ties it all together. You couldn't look any more beautiful right now, my love.” His reassurance bought a slight blush over your cheeks and you hid your face with embarrassment, earning a chuckle from your partner. “I mean it.” he says, “Every word.”

There you lay, lips slightly parted as you huffed the cutest breaths and noises while wriggling sheepishly as if you could sense his presence near you within your sleep. Right when he thought you couldn't get any cuter, there you were. Akaashi's heart pounded in his chest at the mere sight as he was once again reminded that he was the luckiest man alive.

A smile washed over his face as he bent down and scooped you up in his arms whispering softly, “I love you, y/n. More than you will ever know.” then bought you close to his chest and carried you upstairs to your shared bedroom. He gently placed you down and planted a soft kiss on your forehead, wrapping you in the duvet and closing the blinds surrounding the room with a comforting darkness. You were none of the wiser, sound asleep as your boyfriend left for a few minutes and then returned with a glass of water, a change of clothes along with your bags and phone from downstairs, which he placed on the nightstand next to you. Just in case you wake up, he thought. Everything is here for you.

Akaashi's office was right next to the bedroom, so he continued his emails and conference calls while regularly checking in on you to make sure you were okay. Hours had passed and it was now 11:27PM. You had been sound asleep this whole time and Akaashi finally decided to join you. “Hey sleepyhead, mind if I join you?” he whispered to your sleeping figure before crawling into bed next to you and pulling you into his chest, resting his face in the crook of your neck, humming in delight, swiftly falling asleep.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You softly giggled at the memory of how you exhaustedly flopped to sleep, and after realizing Akaashi had carried you up to bed, a soft blush covered face and your heart pounded with glee. You loved each other deeply, and it showed. But now you faced a new dilemma... You needed the bathroom. Of all times your bladder decided to give up on you, it had to be now. It only made sense though considering how much you slept. Frustrated, you tried to think of a way to excuse yourself without waking your boyfriend. Time was ticking and you weren't a quick thinker like Akaashi was...

Left with no other rational choice, and as smoothly as you could, you snaked your way out of his arms and off the bed. Looking back at Keiji to see he was still asleep, you silently congratulated your success and began the search for your phone to check the time, hoping Akaashi had brought it up since it was no longer in your pocket. (luckily ya boi was one step ahead). But… Navigating in the dark suddenly seemed impossible, mimicked by your bumps, kicks and ‘ouch’s as you fumbled around. You finally located your device. It read 2:34AM. Flicking on the built in flashlight, dimming it with your fingertip and creeping towards the ensuite, you shuddered. “Where are you going, baby?” the words startling you so much, making you flinch and drop your phone on your foot “ah itai!” you squeak and turn back to see Akaashi sitting up rubbing his eyes, half asleep. “Is everything okay, y/n?” He croaked. “I'm so sorry babe!” you scrambled for your phone and turned off the torch. “I didn't mean to wake you up- I just need the bathroom really badly”

“No no your fine babygirl, don't worry about me. You go.-” he continued, “- Can I get you anything?” Despite being woken up his words were coated with endless love. “No thank you baby, I'm alright.” you shot him a loving smile which was quite pointless in the pitch black room, but you were sure he sensed it. “Please go back to sleep, I'll be back in a few minutes.”

“Ahh that was close.” you muttered to yourself as you shut the door and flicked on the light. “That was about to end really badly and on top of that my clumsy ass woke him up!” Could I be any stupider? You thought. The situation wasn't that bad at all and if any accidents had happened, Akaashi wouldn't make you feel bad about it in the slightest. He wouldn't dwell on it trying his best to rid of any embarrassment.

You made sure to try and be quieter this time in case Akaashi had fallen back asleep. You flicked off the light and slowly opened the door, readying your dimmed light source again. Shining the light forward towards the bed, eyes following the path. You caught a glimpse of forced open heavy eyes peering back at you. “Awh baby, I told you to go back to sleep” you uttered to him. “Sleeping is always better with princess, so I figured I'd hold out. Please, come cudd-” his words were interrupted by his own yawn and you couldn't help but giggle a little. How is he this cute? Climbing back into bed and snuggling into his arms earn’t you a hum of approval “mmm.. Much better” making you giggle once more. “Thank you for bringing me to bed, Keiji.” you whispered sweetly. But just as you did, a strange noise echoed through your ear. “Keiji? Can you hear me?” your voice laced with slight concern before you registered it was your boyfriend snoring. He rarely ever snored, so this took you by surprise. “Goodnight, my prince.” you started. “I'll be sure to thank you tomorrow with Nanohana no Karashiae.” you whispered. “Mmm my favourite” Akaashi added then pulled you in closer. “You were awake! - - - I knew you could hear me! Tch.” you tut in disapproval and feel the setter smile into your neck “Aishiteru, y/n.”

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ageeksnerdyworld · 5 years

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Today's been real bad (it'd take forever to explain why so im not gonna) and then we all went to visit my grandpa at the hospice center and he's been there for two weeks (maybe a bit more idk for sure) and the people working there thought he was going to die multiple times they brought the priest from his church twice and then sent the one from the hospice church four or five times after that and they really thought that he was going to pass away yesterday but it seems like he's holding on until there's a point in the night or something where nobody's visiting bc he doesn't want any of us, but mostly his kids, to watch him die and when we visited earlier in the night like around 8 or 9 or something and he looked nothing like himself he was so small and skinny and there's a massive tumor on the right side his face now that's making his eye stay closed and he's got another really big tumor on his left leg that wasn't there yesterday and the tumors have started to cover his spine and they're all over the inside of his lungs and he can't breathe on his own so he's attached to an oxygen machine thing and he barely has the energy to keep himself awake let alone talk and even though he did manage to mumble a couple things to us when we were there it was obvious how hard it is for him to talk and breathe and we could see how tired he is and how much constant pain he's in and i feel terrible bc even though he's not our blood relative he's the grandfather we grew up with from our mom's side hell i didn't even know until recently that he's not our biological grandfather and he's had cancer for a real long time so he's been suffering for a real long time and we didn't spend as much time with him or our grandma as we should have and i feel so bad and so guilty about that bc i didn't want to talk to them sometimes bc the language barrier makes it hard but i also feel bad bc im learning italian now to make up for that and I planned on speaking it a bit with him bc I thought that would idk make him feel better or atleast take his mind off the pain but when i saw him i just couldn't do it idk how to explain it and i feel really bad for my grandma bc not that long ago her brother died and now she's going to have to bury her husband and then she'll only have her sister left and idk if she'll be able to handle this bc even up till now she said that she'd see her brother walking up to the house or down the sidewalk and she raised my mom and her two sisters by herself and even though she got married to our step-grandfather they've been together 20 something years and he cared for all of us like we were his biological grandkids and we'd visit him more than his biological kids would and they would barely ever even come to their house and visit their own dad and when he passes we're probably never going to see any of them again bc we barely did even ten years ago and i feel like he had a lot of stories to tell, advice to give, and wisdom to pass on that he'll never get the chance to say now and recently before he got really really bad he started to tell us a story about his time working in Germany (during or after WWII i don't remember) and my grandma kept cutting him off bc her hearing is real bad but she's stubborn and refuses to get hearing aids so he got fed up and never finished the story and it makes me feel terrible bc there was something about that story that made him want to tell it in that moment and i just hope he passes away in his sleep so as it isn't painful

#this is all over the place #but things are real bad today #he's been through a lot #so here's hoping he passes peacefully & painlessly #cancer fucking sucks #personal #ramblings #ageekirl

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survivormoheli · 6 years

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Episode Twelve - “Phoenix i just want u to know u that i don't think of u just as an object to buy me things” - Tara

Tara

i'm genuinely rly sad about richie leaving. i wish i put in more effort to talk to him n b friends w him bcos he has such a fun character. what stopped me was i knew he thought i was a leaker and i just thought he wouldn't of wanted to b friends w me but i should've tried to make him want 2 b friends w me anyway lol i'm sorry richie u deserve better

Blake

HOLY MOTHER OF GARBAGE WE PULLED THAT OFF! LYNN AND TARA SAVED MY ASS TONGIHT! GIVING ERIC FAKE PROMISES FOR THE FUTURE! OMG IM SOO HAPPY WOW I HONESTLY THOUGHT MY BUTT WAS GOIN HOME OMG! WOWOWO ERIC WANTED ME OUT. goodluck phoenix and tim AND ERIC >:0 FINAL THREE ME LYNN AND TARA

Blake

o and i was scared earlier bc eric was talkin to lynn about gettin me voted out but lynn finessed the shit out of him! and then i was scared shitless bc raffy omg he does not enjoy me at all lmao! inhope me and him can make up after this game!

Blake

Lynn: My love. My sunshine. My better half. I will see you soon <3 You better win this effing game! Show everyone you are a threat. I love you and we were together from the beginning now finish this without me! Tara: OOOO Tara they have done me dirty! Fight in my memory! CONQUER THIS LAND <3 Fight like I know you can! I am going to miss you too though! This game better end soon lol Eric: OOOOOOO ERIC if im going home you must’ve flipped…. RIP. GREAT MOVE THOUGH I respect your gameplay from turning yourself into a threat instead of continuing to be a goat! Richie: I still think you’re a threat! I wish you the best of luck (you are going to need it bc look at all the amazing players left)! Pull some big moves make me love you! Give me more than humor I wanna see you kill and stab ahha! Phoenix: Where are you? Big move maybe? You planning to ride Richie to the end? Tim: Well played you got two big threats out simultaneously from flipping! Taking something from my book I see? LOL (I’m not being sarcastic btw) Everyone: OK ANYONE OF YOU CAN WIN THIS GAME! PULL SOME BIG MOVES, BLINDSIDE SOME PEOPLE, AND DON’T LET THIS GAME’S SNAKINESS DIE OUT! EVERYONE PLAY TILL THE VERY END TO WIN! THINK ABOUT WHO YOU THINK YOU CAN WIN AGASINT. MAKE SOME HUGE MOVES! IM SO EXCITED TO SEE WHAT YOU GUYS ARE GOING TO DO!

(what i wud of said if i went home tonight at the F7 tribal)

Eric K

That was a stressful lead up to tribal. Richie was really trying to convince me to flip but it just didn't feel right. Why would il allign myself with people I've barely talked to and just trust that I'm not on the bottom? Of course I realize that Blake is a huge threat and needs to go before f3 or he will be the winner. I had a good chat with Tara and Lynn separately and we all agree that he needs to go. Hopefully it'll happen in two tribals from now since he has an advantage/immunity that can only be used at next tribal.

Tim

So Raffy and JG voted for me? They really think I was playing some middle when in reality I was just being social and going into survival mode. Like Raffy I didn't even vote for you to go home so fuck off and JG you went home because of the blind round and you dont even have any proof that I voted for you so bye!

Blake

Hi yes Goodmorning. I woke up from my peacefull slumber and was INTERROGATED! TIM i guess was like ima ask who Blake wants int the F3 and i was shook bc none o my allies were awake or off doing something to help me formulate a response... AND WELLL PEOPLES BLAKE IS NOT THE BEST AT JUST NOT RESPONDING OR GIVING A GOOD RESPONSE! TIM asked if i was takin tara and lynn to F3 or Tara and Eric (really cnfused bc i thought i was obvi i was takin lynn not matter what?) SO ME BEING THE GENIUS THAT I AM AND NOT REFUSING T RESPOND SAID " Well i want to win so I wanan go with ppl who I think I can win against" in all honesty im scared if i said someting with names eric might freak or some shiz! bc i am taking tara and lynn. i know i could of lied and said im takin lynn and eric but that just sounds rude. you know taking? lol. oooo WELL NOW TIMMY IS PLEADING HIS CASE WITH ME. I REALY LIKE TIM TBH. PHOENIX IS THE ONLY PERSON HERE WHOO DOES NOT TALK TO ME OR TRY TO AT ALL ITS REALLY RUDE. BUT OMG THIS IS THE LORDS DAY AND IM FEELING ATTACKED

Blake

The lords day is Timmy's day today

Blake

I just had i thought. I think the winner of this game will either be more or whoever takes me out. (TIM) STAY AWAY. maybe it wont even be me and i think to highly of myself XD

Tim

The longevity of my game relies on these immunity results. If I win, I fight on to another round. If I lose then... well looks like I can't afford to lose.

Blake

OBVIOUSLY MY ASS HOLE IS GOING NEXT ! SOOOOOOOO WOW I HATE EVERYTHING AND NOT KNOWING WHAT THIS ADV WAS

Lynn

OHMYGODSHAHSBSB i feel like this vote is gonna go to rocks and that is gonna be rocks between 3 people and odds are not in my favor ajsjdn i have awful luck ohhhhh my god okay well honestly going out by rocks isn’t the worst way to go

Blake

OMFG ok im like 99% sure that i am safe! bc i think tara and lynn will vote for tim! all we hav to do is get phoenix to flip! omg this is stressfull i hate i hate! WHY AM I BEING TARGTED ALL THE TIM OMG AHHHH! ERIC IM COMING AFTER UR ASSHOLE U BETTER WATCH OUT BUD U BETTER KEEP WIINNING OR U R GOING HOME!

Tara

omg so just got back from hanging out w phoenix n had a bunch of fun! we watched love simon and i had to try not to cry like 5 times, happy tears tho. also ijust remembered like a couple rounds ago i said that i would get phoenix to buy me ice cream and he offered but i said no!! and now i realised it ruined my whole thing n yikes! i guess the offer counts? and he also bought me m'n'ms which i am eating now n they r delicious. also phoenix i just want u to know u that i don't think of u just as an object to buy me things HAHHAHA fbdksf i REALLY ENJOYED HANGING OUT WITH YOU!!! and i hope we do it again sometime soon!!!!! sorry for forgetting u're lactose intolerant like twice. but ya phoenix was super fun. hopefully this is the start of a new alliance!! i think this round i'm going to vote tim bcos i feel like it'll make f5 a lot more cruisier and less stressful for me than having to rely on lynn not flipping on me or anyone else not flipping on me. hopefully eric can win immunity again so we can vote out blake. it was rly weird talking about game with someone face to face? and like planning about it and stuff. idk thank u phoenix for the fun day out!! also I MADE F5!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i can't believe i did that!!!!!!!!!!!!! woooh!!!

Eric K

I am so happy that I won two immunity challenges at once!! I chose the advantage hoping that this would be a good chance to take out Blake. Since I talked to Tara and Lynn about eventually cutting Blake out, I think this would be a good opportunity. I just hope he does not have some sort of advantage to screw this up...

Tim

So I lost the challenge and I'm not dissapointed in myself, Im just unhappy that I couldn't win the challenge when I most needed to. And now I'm in jeopardy.

Tim

So Eric pretty much nominated me and Blake up for elimination which sucks harddd. I guess I have new hope in the game. It sucks that he didn't just do Blake and Phoenix but I guess he considers us his biggest competition to win.

Tim

So Ive been heavily campaigning to Tara and Eric but who knows how this will turn out. Hopefully Eric just lets me go to rocks.

Eric K

I am very frustrated that Tara is not willing to go for Blake. The things she's saying are making me think that she would rather keep Blake long term and is potentially just using me... Even with me voting Blake, the numbers wouldn't be there and I would be outing myself early on. I guess I just have to keep on winning immunity challenges and hope I am not being played.

Tara

omggg so the most awkward thign happened i tried to call tim bcos i felt rly bad that we hadn't talked all season and i genuinely rly like him n i just wanted to chat but he turned it into a plea session, idk why i didn't expect that, n then i just like waited it out until he stopped fkdfs and then he started talking 2 me about his day so yay but then he was like ok i'll go grab some food and i was like ok seeya tim sorry about everyhting n he was like so you are voting me? and i was like yaa i'm sorry and then it just got rly awkward and silent and he was just looking at his computer screen like looking like he was about to cry and it wasl ike FIFTEEN WHOLE SECONDS of like silence and oh my god. i am an awful person. i love u tim. i'm glad i voted him out bcos i don't rly trust eric all that much but it forces him to work w me now so he can vote out blake n lynn n then i can hopefully take phoenix to f2 or convince eric to take me to f2. yayayyyay can u believe i'm here and i have a PLAN go me

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