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ratcash-wasgud · 4 months

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A gentle breeze could be our end ༊*·˚

Okay, so I had a vision about this very specific idea for a fic, which is...what if you took the role of Kinuyo? Hear me out, plsplspls.

(i altered a lot of canon things, sorry sorry. (i'm also sorry if anyone has done this before))

WC: 4K

TW: Abuse, Sexual harassement, Pedophelia and Prostitution. Basically kinda fucked up, sorry.

You always felt like a burden to the world. Even in the womb, you hurt your mother. She died the moment you left her body, maybe even halfway, taking a great thing from the world, and giving it something useless with your own birth.

You didn't cry out when you saw the light, your little mouth opened, but no sound came out. The world was quiet.

As you grew up, you never managed get grow into anything you wanted to, and your father hated you for it. You never heard him say a word, but you knew he said hateful things. You tried to learn to read in secret, but only managed to barely get through one book after years. Learning was hard. Living was hard too.

You were 10 when he first hit you. It happened because you accidently dropped a cup, shattering it on the ground. You felt his footsteps approaching behind you, then when you felt his presence right behind you, he striked. He noticed how you survived, and you only gained a bruise from it.Plus, you couldn't yell for help, nor tell anyone. This gave him confidence. He started hitting you for every little mistake, sometimes even just for being born. You could see him feeling bad about it sometimes, but he still did it again. It just made you believe it even more that this is all your own fault. For being born wrong.

And you were 15 when he started missing your mother too much. He touched you, he made you touch him, and he forced you to open up and show him everything he wanted. You hated it. You hated your own body for exsisting, and giving him this option of using you. For having a body that could please men. Please...him.

One day though, he got caught. A neighbour, bringing over some leftovers caught him, standing bare before you, your tears dripping to the floor, as he hold your nose shut, so that you'd eventually open your mouth for him. But he got caught. It was over.

He had to get rid of you, so he sold you. But even after he left your life, he still wanted you to have a rotting future. He picked the brothel where he knew the man were disgusting. The most deprived kind. He sold you to Madame Kaji's brothel. By that point, your body was weak, and even walking was something you hated doing. You just wanted to lay down, and wait for your body to disappear.

But she was something warm. Something beautiful. Madame Kaji took you in, and smiled at you. She taught you everything you yearned for to know. She taught you to properly read and even write. She taught you manners and how to hide your fear. How to survive, even if you're weak. And she never hurt you in the process. She taught you sign langauge, and in the process, you learned to even read lips a little. She taught you a sign, which, in your head, you named "Love". It consisted of her gently kissing her fingers, then putting her hands around herself. Like a hug and a kiss in one. Love.

As you got better in writing, you wrote down everything that happened to you so far to her. Sometimes you teared up while writing, but she was always there, gently soothing you, and caressing your hair. She promised you that no man would ever touch you again, and she'll give you hapiness. You slept in her room, never leaving her side when it wasn't really necessary. She kept you safe. You were happy. She became your world. You wanted to be by her side, forever.

Living in a brothel made you more concious about people's sexual life, and every time you saw a man's face contort in pleasure, a shiver ran down your spine, prickling at your intestines, feeling your insides recoil in fear and disgust. You wanted to run away, and just jump back into Madame Kaji's embrace, but you had to be strong, like she wanted you to be. You never had to sleep with a man, but sometimes you went out to serve drinks, having to see the girls, who you admired greatly and saw as big sisters, having to engage in acts that would've have made you have a breakdown. Still, you stayed useless.

You wanted to be useful, you really did, but she never let you do much. You were too precious, she claimed. You really did love Madame Kaji, but you felt like a burden. No...you knew you were a burden.

One day, you managed to somehow convince her to let you serve drinks on a busy day. You nuzzled your face into her palm, gently kissing it before you picked up a tray and hurried into the customer area. You saw a man, middle aged, balding, the usual kind of man she sees there, sitting alone at a table. You sat down at the table, giving him a small, weak smile, and poured him sake. You put your finger on your lips, signaling that he shouldn't expect words from you.

The man smiled, sipping the sake. He stared at you, and kept...he kept staring. It started to feel really uncomfortable. His eyes started to burn through your clothes, and you suddenly felt his hand on your knee...slowly creeping up. You felt like throwing up.

Suddenly, Madame Kaji appeared next to you, her hand slipping his off you.

"Boss Hamata," Madame Kaji greets the man, as you sit there, not hearing a word. She signals you to leave, so you do. "She's not up for business." She says to Hamata, wearing a polite smile.

"Oh, is she now?" The man says with a cruel smile. "She's be a great addition to my home." He says, mostly to himself, as he stands up.

"You don't want another girl? Your usual is free at the moment." Kaji says after him.

"No," The man says again. "I lost my apetite." He then casually leaves.

The next day was your doom. The same man you remembered from last night returned with an army, and tore you out of Madame Kaji's hands.

Hamata was the devil himself. He took you because you were weak and couldn't fight back. He took you as his bride the same day, and left you covered in bruises the same night. He squeezed your throat, kneeled on your wrists, hit your skin, and forced his way in. He loved it, but you felt yourself slowly die inside day by day.

The worst thing? He was the same as your father. He had the same disgusting glint in his eyes, he licked his lips the same way, and he...he...tasted the same too. You tried jumping off the balcony, he punished you after. You tried stabbing yourself, he punished you after. You tried to poison yourself, he punished you after. You yearned for death by that point.

You spent most of your free time, when you could move, on the balcony, watching the brothel's door...hoping to catch a glimpse of Madame Kaji. Even seeing her form would give you comfrort...but you never did. You missed her more than anything. More than your own freedom.

One night, you were trying to sleep with the pain that he left behind that day, sorrounded by guards, to make sure you're not trying to kill yourself again, until...the guards fell, one by one...and a samurai walked out of the darkness.

Mizu looked at you, the weak, deaf and mute girl she was set out to kill that night. She was determined. She needed those informations that Madame Kaji offered as payment. She had killed a lot of inocent things before, what's one more?

But when she saw your face...covered in bruises, shaking and tearing up, she felt something change inside her. You crawled away from her, backing up until your back hit the wall. She stepped closer to you, not liking the fear in your eyes. She couldn't help but see your beauty, even if it shouldn't matter right now. She extended a hand to you, but you didn't take it.

Obviously. You were afraid of her too. In your eyes, she was a man. A threat.

So, she did the sign Madame Kaji told her to. "Love." She saw your eyes soften, and your features almost brighten up. She offered her hand again, and this time, you took it. She heard more guards coming, so as you took her hand, she started running and pulled you with her. She hid with you, and held you close, gently soothing your hair. She felt you shaking in her arms, and she...she felt something snap inside her. She put her hands around your head, to quickly snap your neck...but she couldn't. Her hands wouldn't move. So, she stood up, leaving you in the hiding place, and started casually walking out.

She knows if the fact that she was here gets out, Hamata sends out his Thousand Claws to burn down Madame Kaji's brothel...so she needed to act now. She decided to face the army now.

As she walked out, and the Claws started charging at her after exiting the first door, she fought back with all her might. She slowly got tired. Her body was about to give out after slashing down hundreds of men, but something flashed in her mind.

She saw Mikio's face. Their duel. The face he made when he betrayed her. And she couldn't help but see your face too. She knows the world betrayed you too. She imagined you getting betrayed in the same way she did, and imagined you crying along with her. She saw you get killed by the men she is currently slaying down.

She couldn't give up. She finished the whole army, and went back to get you, wounded and exhausted. When you saw her, covered in blood, your eyes widened in fear.

You got scared of her again. She sighed "Love" again, but this time, you shook your head, and curled up in your hiding place. Mizu sighed, and kneeled by you.

She then started to write on the floor, using the blood on her. "I'll protect you." She said it as she wrote it, trying to convince you to communicate too.

You read the text, and looked at her, your eyes still so scared and vulnerable, it made Mizu's heart squeeze. She didn't know you, she reminded herself. Still...she meant when she said she's protect you.

Your hand shook as she reached out, dipping your finger in a small pool of blood that dripped down from her clothes. "Protect the Madam." You wrote.

Mizu sighed. Why did you care about Kaji right now? You're obviously scared for your own life too, so why not care about saving yourself?

"She'll be safe." She writes back. "I killed the ones who could hurt her." She finishes. It's true, she did kill everyone...but left Hamata to be slayed by Kaji herself.

Then you looked up at her again, and stood up. You followed her outside, leaving that blood ridden house.

When she brought you back to Madam Kaji, you jumped into her arms.

"They won't come looking for her." Mizu says, switching back to deadpan, as she nudged her head towards the wounded Hamata at the exit of his house.

Madama Kaji nodded while gently while gently caressing your hair.

"Still...she can't stay here. In a place like this...they will want to take her again." She sighed. Mizu's eyes widened. "I couldn't protect her once...I'd rather perish than see her be taken again."

"You want me to take her with me? She'll die by my side." Mizu responds, shaking her head.

"You're the reason she's alive. You didn't give her the freedom of death, you gave her the freedom of life. You didn't do what I asked you to...so I ask you to keep her safe."

Mizu, biting the inside of her cheek, kept quiet for a couple moments, thinking about it.

"I'll find her a new home." She says, sighing. "I'll keep her safe until then." She says, now looking down at you.

Considering now that she was alone, since they took Akemi back to her home, and Ringo left her after she did nothing about it, still...she couldn't enjoy being alone. She now had you.

You cried when Madame Kaji told you that you had to leave. You kissed her hand repeatedly, like how you always did when you nuzzled into her palm, and clinged to her clothes. After you let go, Madame Kaji signed "Love", and with one simple tear, she bid goodbye.

Later that night, after walking the whole day, Mizu set up a small campfire in the woods for the night. You sat there, not even trying to communicate, just staring at the fire. Mizu felt confilcted. She didn't know you, she reminded herself again, but deep inside she already got herself attached. She lightly poked your shoulder, making sure not to make too much contact and to scare you.

You turned to face her, your big eyes shining at her, and your features shining in the light of the camfire. Still...you had circles under your eyes, bruises on your neck, your lips wounded from you...or someone else...biting on them too much.

"I saw you reading lips." Mizu says, making sure to articulate every word properly. "I didn't know you could do that."

You tilt your head at her, then purse your lips. You pick up a stick from the ground and start writing in the dirt. Your hands move softly, gently even, as if the stick was breathing in your hand. You focused your eyes on the thing your were writing, and your gaze followed your hand. Your hair fell into your face a little, framing your features.

"Madame helped." You write, then turn your face back to Mizu, to read her lips if she responds.

"...kind of her." She murmurs, making you unable to read it. She wanted to talk to you, but somehow...it was hard. Not for the fact that you were deaf or mute, but the fact that she somehow...felt nervous. As if she made the wrong move, you'd shatter where you stand. You seemed so delicate, and Mizu knew her blood stained fingers and harsh words would only cause you harm. She really didn't want herself to be the one to look after you. Plus, she knew you were deadly afraid of men, and you saw her as one. Suddenly, she felt this strong urge to reveal herself. To make you feel safe. Or maybe because of other, more selfish reasons...to make you feel more comfortable around her. To make you open up.

"Don't be afraid." She says, now articulating enough for you to read. "I'm no man." She says, putting a hand on her chest. Your eyes widened in surprise, and wrote "Boy?" in the dirt.

Mizu shook her head. "Woman." She says, correcting you. You looked at her, utterly confused. Mizu slowly lowered her haori, revealing her binded chest. "Woman." She repeated.

Your gaze softened. You finally understood. A small smile pulled at the ends of your lips and nodded. You moved your hand again, writing again. "Fooled me." You then look at her, your smile reaching your shining eyes. Mizu chuckles in response.

"A habit of mine, yes. I do it most people." She leans back on her hands, now feeling more relaxed. She looked at your face again, and...she felt mesmerized. She felt horrible when the thought that she understood why Hamata wanted you popped up in her head.

You then start writing again, and Mizu's gaze snaps back to your hands again. "Thank you." You then give her a weak smile. "I'm not like you. I am not strong. I will die easier." You stopped for a moment before continuing. "So thank you for not letting me die."

Mizu's eyes widen. If she thinks about it, it's true, but the fact that you're talking so openly about it bothers her. "You won't die easily. You're strong too. I mean...you're still alive. That has to mean something." She says, squinting her eyes at the fire.

Mizu sees your shoulders move a little, as if you're giggling, but no sound comes out. She does imagine what your giggle would be like though. She imagines it to be soft and gentle, since that's the only way she ever seen you do anything. "True. But I wish I wasn't born wrong." You write.

Mizu presses her lips together and looks at you with pity. She doesn't know why she feels pity, she herself was born wrong too. She's a halfblood, someone who has always been a dog. Something rather than someone. "Sometimes the world is not fair." She shrugs. "But you need to make the most of your situation. You're lucky in a lot of ways."

Your eyebrows lifted, and you tilted your head, as if saying "Like what?" Mizu noticed that you were able to communicate a lot with your eyes and the way you moved your head.

"Well, for starters...you're beautiful." She said, not managing to keep her gaze on you. That was a stupid thing to say, huh? Why would she even say that? She met you the other day, saving you from some sadistic bastard, and having to take you in afterwards...she's not being appropriate.

But when she turned her gaze back to you, she saw you with your eyes wide and your cheeks flush. Oh. Did she do that?

The days go by, and wherever she goes, Mizu's first thing to do, is ask around for a new home for you. She doesn't want to bring you along to this wretched journey of hers any more than needed. You already had to see her kill a group of people the other day, and it left you pale and scared. She remembers how you looked with a drop of blood splattered across your face, and how you wiped it away with a shaky hand. She never wants to see it again.

While traveling together, Mizu learned how precious you are. She knows your past, and she sees you flinch when a man passes by you, but still you want to do anything you can for her. Even if it's small things like running the errand of buying food, running after her hat that fell off her head then got kidnapped by the wind, and sitting by yourself at a river for hours, trying to scrub the blood out of her clothes, even if it makes you shiver. Your delicate hands started to have small callouses from living out in the open with her, but your bruises faded away. Good, she though. You don't deserve to have any, so she'll never have you gain another one again.

Hm. She was planning more and more ahead. Why? Wasn't she planning to find you a home that's not beside her? She knew you couldn't be happy by her side, it wasn't the life you deserved. You deserved to find an angel of a husband, who's strong enough to protect you, coddle you daily, and never let you do any work. Who'll kiss you whenever he sees any sign of gloominess on your features, and someone who'll make you believe you're not born wrong.

And she knows you'd be the sweetest wife too. You'd put your delicate hands on his aching muscles after a hard day, massaging away the pain, then gently kiss the tip of his nose. You'd snuggle into him after feeding him something delicous for dinner, and trace the words you want to say into her skin with your fingers. Mizu would hum in response, just gently playing with your hair, letting the peace take over as she'd put her hand under your chin, making you look at her face when she'd say something, so you could read her lips. She'd never tell you about the blood she had to shed that day, only the good things. Like when she saw a small bird, and it reminded her of you, or when she managed to buy a kind of sweet you liked on her way back. She'd feed you that candy by hand too. She'd watch your pouty lips open as she'd place the sweet treat in your warm and wet--!

When did this turn into being about her? Something like that could never happen. She's a woman with a quest, not some domestic husband. Still...she wants it to be like that. She'd treat you well if she had the chance...But she doesn't. She lacks everything for that. She can't abandon her quest.

So, one day she finds an inn. The inn keeper tells her about recently losing his daughter, who was his only staff. He even sheds a tear. Mizu tells him about the girl she's traveling with.

"She's deaf, she's mute...but she's a hard worker. She can read lips, and writes well." She tells the inn keeper with a serious face. "I'm sure she won't even ask for payment if you take care of her." She says, but inside, she doesn't want to do this. She wants you to stay by her side, but...that's a wretched path. You need this. You need a peaceful life.

The inn keeper seems to be deep in though for a couple of moments before he nods. It's settled. After two months of torture, being in her care, she finally found you annew home. It's good news, right? So why...why does she feel like slashing the inn keeper's throat just for agreeing? Why does she feel the need to burn the whole inn down and running with you, hand in hand? She hates this. This dumb, annoying aching in her chest when she thinks about not staying by your side.

Your eyebrows shoot up when she breaks the news to you, and she sees you freeze. She sees the gears basically turning in your head, then...you shake your head and take a step closer to her. You point to her, then to herself, finishig the sigh by putting her hands together.

Mizu's heart skips a beat. "No, look...I can't let you stay with me. This guy, the inn keeper...he seems like a nice guy. He just lost his daughter, and he's willing to take care of you."

You shake your head again, and sign "Love". Mizu sighs. She wants to say "I love you too." but that's not how it works.

"I have a quest to finish, and you'll surely die in the process. You know that. So just...be happy about this." She says, averting her gaze. Your eyes droop, and your shoulders deflate. You shake your head again and hug her, wrapping your arms around her torso.

She hated the fact that she had to leave you, with a man no less, but she hoped she's making the right decision. She really wanted you to be happy. And if she wanted you to be happy by her side, then she needed to find her own peace first. She had to save ehrself first before she could save you.

In reality though, she knew you saved her.

After the hug ends, she looks into your eyes. "If I survive, I'll come back to you." She says, gently petting your head. Your eyes brighten up and you nod.

That was farewell, because Mizu left withouth another word.

And she meant it...she'll come back. She just wishes you'd wait for her, even if it's the most selfish wish she ever made. She sheds every drop of blood, thankful you're not there to see it. She closed her eyes every night, hoping you're doing the same too under a warm blaket, filled with warm food. And she sat sail, making a silent promise about spending the first night by your side when she arrives back in Japan.

That will be her true peace.

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betasquads · 7 months

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FORGOTTEN, Niko Omilana

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summary: you and Niko were friends right before he got famous. One by one, day by day, he started to forget that you even exist. Months started to pass by, and you found yourself questioning if he ever thought about you. It began piling up to years. On a random workday, you bump into the least expected person.

warnings: mentions of death, maybe some curse words?!

A/N: sorry to break but there won't be a part two for this! (maybe if I get an idea on how to complete it then sure)

"That is going to be disgusting." you cringe at the ingredients put in the blender. Infront of the camera, an 18 year old Niko Omilana sat there blindfolded.

You both decided to do a challenge that was currently trending on youtube where you get the most random ingredients and pile them up with numbers. One person says the number while blindfolded and the other makes the drink. Then the one with the best ingredients wins.

"Is it that bad?" A worried Niko speaks.

"It's horrid." You remark with a nervous laugh, pouring it in a cup where he can't see the contents and how the drink looked like.

"Alright– let me take this off." You say as you capture your lips between your teeth. You takes the blindfold off gently and that results to Niko's heart fluttering, butterflies in his stomach erupted at you just doing a simple task to him.

"This is going to be really delicious!" You smile at the camera and Niko tries to sniff whatever that was in the cup but you immediately tut in disappointment.

"That's cheating! Come on just drink. It's really tasty." You bring it up to his mouth and you make him take more than a gulp, before Niko chokes and begins to gag at the taste. Your mouth is wide at how Niko tries to keep it down, despite the disgusting ingredients in the drink.

"What is that? Did you poison my drink? It tastes like the entire sea in there." He forcefully swallows it, bringing the cup down.

You just laugh until tears began forming in your eyes, "Your reaction is priceless!" You say through cries of laughing as you clutch your stomach.

Just the sight of you laughing, made him let out small laughs, "What was in there?"

You let out a huge amount of air when you finally stop laughing, "Anchovies, nutella, cereal, an egg, and pomegranate juice."

"Why was yours much better?" He wonders. Yours only consisted of spinach, chocolate milk, ice cream, beans, and the chocolate Aero. The spinach and the beans barely effected the drink and it resulted to you having the tastier drink.

"We already know who won. It's me, again." You point at yourself with both of your index finger.

"She's rigging every challenge, it's not fair." He shakes his head and drinks the leftover of your drink. Deep down inside, he'd get excited by just looking at how excited you get when you win. It was like he won aswell.

"I guess that's it for the video. Unless you want me to win you over again." You shrug and aggressively take your drink back.

"Crazy how this drink has beans and it tastes quite nice–" You hum pleasure at how tasty your drinks was.

"Shush. Nobody cares. Alright that's the end of the video. We'll see you again next Sunday." Niko finishes the outro and right after he was done, you both began cleaning up and setting everything in its place.

When you place some of the stuff in the fridge, a thought hits you when you look over at Niko and you let out a small laugh. He turns around, confused on why you were laughing.

"What is it?"

"I just have a feeling you'll be big someday. As in millions of subscribers and all of that." You smile at the thought. Niko's dream of doing pranks and becoming big was the only thing he'd talk about.

"Impossible." He says under his breath, chuckling.

"Oh you'll see. I'll be the first person to tell you that I told you so. Just don't forget about me, Omilana."

He scoffs in disbelief, "You're my best friend since childhood and you're the most annoying person i ever met," He starts, placing all the dishes in the sink.

"it'll be impossible to forget about you, y/l/n. " He snakes his arm around your waist to pull you into a side hug. You thought this was a friendly hug, but nevertheless, you felt the exact same familiar butterflies errupt in your stomach whenever he would hold your hand or pull you into hugs.

"Plus, you'll be there to see it for yourself. You're not getting rid of me that easily." He narrows his eyes at you and walks off to get the rest of the things that were in his room.

You really hoped his words were true, because even if he didn't like you back, you wanted to spend your lifespan with him as his best friend.

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4 months later*

Niko: the last video that we made

together got over 10,000 views,

I can't believe it

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Y/N: not surprised, your videos

are entertaining especially when

I'm in it!

Niko: shush. that's not true, you

always lower my views you schmuck

Y/N: whatever helps you sleep at

night! I'm coming tomorrow to

celebrate

Niko: thought you had work?

Y/N: convinced my boss to let

me off for tomorrow, that's how

much I hate you 👍🏻

Niko: say whatever that helps you

sleep at night! mcdonald's worker 🤣

Seen

8 months later*

Y/N: do you wanna hang out? just

came back from vacation and It's

been like 4 months since we've

seen each other

Niko: sure, but it'll be like for an

hour and then I'll leave since I

have to edit something

Y/N: I could help you?

Niko: No its alright. I'll see you

in 10

Seen

5 months later *

Y/N: congratulations on your

recent video !!! It really has a

huge amount of views, very

proud like always

Niko: it's not that much but thank you

Y/N: of course it is, idiot. Do you

wanna hang?

Niko: later, I'm busy and I have got

something to do

Y/N: that's what you've been saying

for the past few months but alright.

Seen

4 days later *

Y/N: it's a saturday, don't tell me you're

busy on a weekend

Niko: I'm not, but i'm really exhausted

Y/N: alright then... text me when

you're free since you keep refusing

all my invites

Seen

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2 years later*

And that was the last time since you've heard from Niko. He wasn't even that famous at that time, only around 50 thousand subscribers to his channel. So you sometimes wondered why would he be busy at the time?

You even thought if he ever thought about your name or if he ever felt ashamed whenever the thought of it just popped up in his mind.

You even thought that the little crush you had on Niko would be gone after a few months of him never getting back to you, but no, your feelings just got stronger.

Today, a 21 year old you was seated across the laptop since you had to do some work about searching for a topic to speak about. You sip on your hot coffee as you sigh deeply, too exhausted to do anything.

That was until you came across an article about a special someone, your back immediately straightened up. He had hit 1 million subs today, August 26th 2019. You scoff, clicking on the article and pressing 'not interested.'

Even though you both might've aren't friends anymore, you couldn't help but feel proud of his success. You just knew it from the bottom of your heart, that he'll be big someday. And he was. You knew it wasn't far from becoming millions.

You knew him and you knew his personality would get him famous.

You just wished you were there to see him grow big with his following.

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1 month later*

Your parents death hit hard. You could feel your life crashing down at the decisions that life had been giving you lately. It seemed like it just wanted you to suffer in life.

The strings in your heart was slowly starting to be ripped apart, you were sure that your life has come to an end.

You arrive at a random hotel since you sold your family house to get by until you find a job since you had been fired. The hallways looked a little too depressing to you or maybe it was just your thinking made everything look sad and horrible.

When you finally makes it to your room, you stand infront of the door and you put your hotel key and twist the door knob once it makes a click noise.

You close the door behind you and you take a glance at the hotel room, for some reason you used to always be excited whenever you got into a hotel room because you had someone with you and it would be for an exciting reason, like being on vacation, visiting your family and friends, and laughing so hard and becoming annoyed because the sheets were tucked in and they couldn't get it out.

But walking in and looking around at the room, made your heart ache. And when you felt it, tears began falling and so did your body. So you immediately got closer to the bed and sat down, your hands instinctively going to your mouth to at least muffle your cries.

When you heard your parents had died from the car losing control and driving off of a bridge, you were completely numb. You couldn't even cry. You just nodded and clarified that the two lifeless bodies were indeed your parents. You felt the pain in every part of your body, but still couldn't shed a tear. Now that it all hit you and your life was possibly over, you just felt the feeling of heartbreak and it was the complete worse.

All the voices going through your mind like the strings of the guitar when it goes smoothly towards your auricle, always hits you with guilt. For what it's worth, you knew there was no going back when the car lost control, fear, was all you felt.

The screams you heard before the car hit the water was constantly replaying in your mind, because you were also in the car, yet somehow you managed to live and escape the car and not your parents. Survivors guilt.

No one there to help you stop thinking about those thoughts. When you pathetically tried to help your father was no use, because you blacked out. You accepted your fate, only to wake up without your parents surviving, or even next to them. The rescues told you when they found you, you had already gotten out of the car so it was easier to rescue you.

You even thought about calling Niko, you needed him terribly.

You needed him to give you a break from overthinking it and replaying the events back. The thoughts of you being alone forever attacked you at most nights, you drowned into the depths of trauma, when your life flashed before your way to death. You were the only family member of your own that was still standing.

You were given a second chance at life, but why? You thought you didn't deserve it. Your brain constantly kept reminding you that you weren't worth being alive, your heart telling her that life was no use.

The way your heart ached when you realized your parents passed, all your surroundings weren't important. Nothing was important. It was all one nightmare that had came true. All you thought as a kid was growing old without your parents, and your thoughts became reality.

You were angry at yourself, you wanted to just scream at yourself for thinking that you were going to grow old with your parents and they could see you finish college and for you to get married one day.

But nothing like that will happen, right?

—

11 months later*

You finally got your bachelor degree and you were now working as a director and an editor at a young age, and everything almost seemed great for you.

That was of course until you heard rumors about Nicholas Omilana getting a girlfriend. You couldn't careless about him anymore in which you were convincing herself, but It was all over the place that even the people you worked with always teases you since they seemed to have watched Niko's old videos.

It was starting to get annoying that you threatened to fire them if they weren't professional enough.

You aren't just a film director, you usually edited for YouTube channels and directed for them aswell. So it was really easy to find people to work for you.

You loved youd job so much, it was something that you always wanted to work as, especially with Niko.

Now his name was everywhere, but he was still nowhere to be found.

—

3 years later, present*

"I've been trying to find Henry, but he's nowhere to be found." you say to the phone that's clutched in your hands as you walk around the rented mall.

You rented the mall only for the first floor to advertise some brands and it was going to be a long hectic week. You were currently in Germany with one of your biggest clients, renting an entire floor wasn't something you'd tell someone daily.

You didn't know you could make it this far. You were an actress, a director, and a model aswell.

"Just go to the second floor and see if he's there."

"I don't think we're allowed to step in there since im pretty sure some other people rented the second floor." You say confused as you look up, finding it a huge coincidence that people are renting a mall at the same time.

"If we don't find Henry, we'll be making them wait and they'll probably spit in our faces. They're sending me very mean stares. They look grumpy." You hear your boyfriend describe them which makes you giggle.

"Alright, babe. Just ramble and ramble like how you always do so they don't get bored. I'll be right back." You turn the call off and you go to the non working escalator and you start walking up.

When you reach on the second floor, you look around, trying to find the familiar face. You get startled once you hear your phone ringing, starting to walk around the mall.

You checks your phone and you roll your eyes once you see on the screen that it was written Henry.

You accept the call and you places the phone to your ear, "Henry, where are you? We've been trying to get to you after you just randomly disappeared!" You yell angrily since you could easily lose your client if one of the most important people weren't there.

"Yes, yes– I'm just meeting up with other problems since I have other clients aswell so it's a bit hectic." You hear him ramble, and it seems like he was out of breath.

"What ?! Another client? Why didn't you just tell me to move it to another day–"

"You don't understand. I'm still in the mall with other clients. They're just on the second floor." You grip the side of your forehead in disappointment. You we're practically just walking so fast around the mall without a thought.

"Yeah well our clients are currently very grumpy. They look like they'll about to sue our ass Henry! Get your ass down or I swear to–" Your words were cut off when you're bumped into a tall, large masculine body.

You scoff in anger, too pissed off to mutter an apology, "Watch where you're going dickhead–"

You were immediately slapped on the face with shock when you're met with the face you haven't seen since years, words were tied to your tounge, and suddenly there was no words to say. The mean words that you had in mind was now completely gone.

Your eyes are wide and filled with betrayal and his are wide and shocked. "Get my ass down or you'll swear to what?" You hear Henry with a little bit of an attitude, but you're too focused on the face that you haven't seen this face since you were 18.

Now you both were 25 and even matured in looks and definitely the way you acted around people.

He stares at you and he was even surprised at how much you've grown into your looks. Your facial structure matured since you were 18 and you became a little taller. Your hair was let down, not like when you used to put into a bun. You've abandoned your usual tracksuits and you were now wearing a suit.

"Hello? Where the hell are you–"

"Im sorry, I'll have to call you back." You mumble into your phone and close the call immediately.

"y/n."

"Niko."

You both say in union.

You hear Niko swallow and slightly tense at your name being spilled from his mouth, as if it was foreign on his tounge.

"How have you been?" You were shocked at how there was so much change in his voice. He can't seem to say anything except this sentence, too lost in how much you've changed and all the memories in the depths of his brain that were locked away we're being unlocked by each second he stared at you.

All those years went by too fast and in this exact moment, you asked yourself how it would've been like for you if this friendship didn't come to an end too soon.

"How have I been?" You scoff in confusion, disgust, and disappointment at the stupid question, shaking your head.

You try to compose yourself and try to hide the pain that twisted in your heart. Even after all these years, deep down you knew you would never be over him.

You sigh at how rude you sounded in the beginning, "Everything's great. It was great seeing you again, but I have somewhere to be." You try to walk past him, begging silently for him to beg you not to leave.

"Hey, hey–" He grips your hands, too scared let go after he's seen you after all those years. Just like you hoped for how this would work, you were still contemplating whether it was worth it even yelling at him or even talking to him. You turn around reluctantly, looking again at those familiar brown eyes.

"I want to talk." He says hesitantly and you scoff.

"We had plenty of years to talk. You didn't. You didn't even try contacting me, Niko. You just completely forgot about—" You didn't know what was the sudden pause, but you couldn't even complete the sentence.

You wanted to cry in his arms and you wanted him to run his fingers across your hair, like he always did before whenever you cried about something.

But, he didn't deserve your yelling.

"I don't see the point in telling you everything, or anything at all because you never cared. Did you?" You say aggressively, your arms crossing.

Niko was tall, but at this moment, he felt like he was the shorter one and you felt like you were taller than him.

"Of course I care. I swear I care. But–" He says immediately without thinking, but you cut him off.

"We were kids. I don't think this conversation will work because clearly you don't know who I am now." He felt his heart break at your statement, and he felt true fear if you actually did change.

He felt hurt that he couldn't see you grow up into the woman you were, or see how your personality evolved over the years.

He felt his heart twist and his stomach turn, realizing that there was no returning back.

"It was good seeing you–" You were cut off when you hear another familiar voice calling from behind.

"I guess you've seen– my other client." Henry pants, he's out of breath. But there was a nervousness that played in his eyes, like he knew he did something wrong.

"You work with Henry?" Niko's eyes are wide, surpised. Henry was a famous producer in the UK, which meant only one thing.

You were successful and Niko wasn't there to see you. And you weren't there either to see him grow like this.

It went both ways.

You and Niko were battling with your eyes, wanting so badly to hold each other with the other's arms and you both knew it. You both knew how much you both missed each other.

You could see a layer of tear on his eyes, but he tried so hard not to let it go. He felt like he was dumb at the moment and also wanted to yell at you for not letting him tell his reason before Henry interrupted.

"Yes I do." You mumble, feeling that all of those years were wasted.

You wanted him to see the struggles you went through and wanted for it to be him that helped you stand up back again, but you did it all by yourself.

But you? You helped him in every way. You were the one who pushed him to do everything, you were the one who encouraged him to start it all.

He didn't deserve having you, did he?

You wanted for this to never happen.

"Told you so, Omilana." You walk past him, and he was so confused with the sentence, and he was left dumbfounded.

This had just proved to you that he has forgotten every memory and every moment you both spent together. He forgot the moment where you promised him you were going to tell him 'I told you so.' He forgot.

And just like that, the void, the emptiness that he felt before seeing you, came back again. He wanted to run after you, apologize, and kiss the shit out of you. Something that he should've done a while ago.

You left for a reason.

Because you knew the older you both got and one of you leaves the earth, you'd always remember the things Niko taught you and he will aswell. Those were just memories. Something that we had in the past and are meant to be forgotten.

But it hurt the both of you for it to end this way.

Tears fell down as you walked off at the memories that came like a storm, wishing your ending included Niko Omilana by your side.

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emmyrosee · 8 months

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EMMY. EMMY. OH MY GOODNESS. I’M POPPING IN SUPER QUICKLY AFTER SEEING THE INBOX OPENING AGAIN TO GIVE U THIS ADORABLE THOUGHT I HAD!!!

(and ok Ik I said my next ramble would be Bakugou but I……. may or may not have lost the prompt I had written down to send in from back then……. I’M LOOKING FOR IT THO I SWEAR!!! I’ll make good on my promise, my memory is just bad and I can’t remember it for the life of me!!!)

ANYWAY!!!!!

I come to propose a question: how do you think the actual loml miya atsumu would deal with an incredibly needy s/o who is absolutely horrible at asking for affection even when you so desperately want it (me lmfao I can’t ask for shit without getting embarrassed)?? I’m talking giving him all the hints- tugging on his shirt, the pleading eyes, poking him until he’s annoyed enough to react, etc. Everything but outright asking for affection. I feel like at first he wouldn’t pick up on it but after he gets used to the habits? “Ohhhhh I see what you want baby”. Teases relentlessly until he finally gives in and gives you all the attention you could ever (not) ask for and THEN some. He’s always the one asking for affection, so when the roles are reversed why wouldn’t he make it worthwhile? He loves the smile and how happy and giggly you get after!!

maybe sometimes he’d even try a roundabout way of helping you get better at asking for things by being a little shit and doing something different from what you were hinting at until you finally ask, and he just gets the biggest smile on his face and cheers and :(((

…can you tell my love language is physical touch?? also that I’m lonely?? all I ever ramble on about is how badly I want to be on the receiving end of love and affection from these boys 🤪

anon <3

GOD. HANDS AND KNEES DAWG.

I feel like atsumu is the kinda boyfriend to be able to completely ask what he wants, and he left all of the being shy to osamu. He’s got no issue coming up to you and asking for some snuggles and affection, and while it’s not quite the same as him giving the affection to you, it’s enough contact where he’s on top of you or curled against you where you can scratch the need just a little bit.

But he doesn’t always need that level of babying. He doesn’t always have to be cuddled and have his hair carded and his arms gently rubbed, and sometimes, he completely bypasses attention all together because how is he supposed to know you need it when you can’t tell him?

Which, right now, it’s hard, because you just want to be coddled and loved, and he doesn’t seem to get it :(

So, you do start to rebel. Just slightly.

It starts small, you laying your legs across his lap on the couch in hopes he’ll tug you on top of him, but all he does is rub your shin with his thumb- when you poke him with your toes, he breaks out a tickle attack that has you screaming and giggling and satisfying a small part of you that needs him.

“Don’t poke me with your dogs, that’s nasty,” he snickers, placing a kiss on your cheek before gently moving your legs off of him, getting up and kissing you before heading to the kitchen.

When you follow him, he’s heating up some leftover pizza, and when you hoist yourself up and onto the counter in his way, he looks at you with beady eyes and pokes his tongue in the corner of his mouth.

“Must you sit right there?” He asks, motioning to the microwave just a few feet away. You giggle, and he rolls his eyes and gently places a few kisses along your neck and jawline and a final one on your lips. “Needy baby- go back to the couch, stay comfortable; I'm gonna bang out some of the chores.”

Your hands reach out to grip his shirt, and now the smile on his face slowly starts to fade. “Baby. I got shit to do. Let go.”

“No,” you whimper. And he’s getting annoyed, you can feel it, but you just...

You just want him so bad; he’s been so focused on other things today, things involving not you, and it’s making you antsy and honestly, a little frustrated.

Of course he's allowed to do other things through the day. But you just want ten minutes where you're his and his alone, and you don't have to share him with whatever stupid tasks cross his path.

With a roll of his eyes, he pulls out of your grip to eat the slice cold, mumbling a muffled "whatever" as he walks down the hall to the bedroom. You feel neglected, tossed aside, because you're not trying to be a force, you just need him to use his damn cognitive thinking for five damn seconds-

Against your better judgement perhaps, you get up and follow him to the bedroom, gnawing on your lip and fiddling with your fingers. there's a piece of pizza dangling from his teeth as he folds some of his laundry. Golden eyes flick to you, and you nod subtly as you make your way to the bed and pick up a clean shirt. It smells so clean, yet it lingers with the smell of his cologne and hair gel, and you clutch it close instead of folding it.

"Ya don't have to help," he says, using one of his hands to pull away the remaining bit of pizza. "But can I have that?"

"No."

"Babe-"

"I want it."

"Like... to have?" He pops the last of the pizza in his mouth.

You roll your eyes, "no... it just... smells like you."

"It shouldn't, I just washed it-"

"In a good way."

A brow raises, "well can't I just give you a hug so I can finish my laundry.

Before you can say anything else, his face softens, the cogs simply starting to turn at the sound of his own words. Maybe this did work...

“Oh.”

Maybe.

“Oh.”

Did it-

“I know what you want.”

Your heart races as he talks to you. A cocky smirk slowly spreads over his cheeks, and you whine softly in your throat as he wraps his thick hands under your knees, and yanks you towards him. You squeal, batting his hands away, but he’s quick to gather your torso in his arms and hoist you up and against his chest.

“You just want some lovin’s, don’t ya?” He asks, and when you don’t answer, he clicks his tongue and slowly rocks you both back and forth. “Just soooo blinded in your love and adoration for me that you can’t say that you needed me.”

"Shut up-"

"God forbid I do anything but cater to your every whim and need and desire!"

“You’re an ass,” you snicker.

He plants a kiss on your forehead with a smile, “it’s alright; I’ll always figure it out in the end, baby.”

And you just. Melt into him. It’s all you can do, this is all you’ve wanted all day, and now that you're completely enveloped in his arms, it's like every swimming thought you've had, and every insecurity about asking him for affection is stilled, and you're able to just focus on him, and his tight grip around you.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you, love," he mumbles, nosing your temple. You nod and curl closer, letting the smell of clean laundry lull you at ease.

and of course he's not just going to let this lay. because atsumu is cocky and hes annoying and all he wants is for his baby to be confident in asking for him :(

but rather than trying to move on with his day, he's trying to coax you to be more comfortable in letting him know you want him. he does these big, dramatic leaps of what you could possibly want from him when you swat and tug at him. anything that'll make you feel safer in talking to him and expressing your needs.

because ultimately, thats all atsumu wants- you to feel safe :(

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Beel, Are You Srs Brah? WHB Event React Part 2 *Spoiler Warning*

Stop right there you! Dre requires that you check out part 1 first ->

If you've already seen it, then let's proceed!

We left off where our three Avisos bois had to show their proof of having piercings done by Beel! Poor Stolas is all like-

Well bby, no one really thinks they're gonna be flashing folks their nipples lmao it's okay

Oh???? Okay Amon.... But no seriously....his skills? That must mean Beel is really good at painless piercings. And if that's the case, I want him to pierce some parts of me too. And a secret piercing that only he and I will enjoy *wink*

ANYWAYS

Amon...honey. You are preaching to the choir because Beel's hands anywhere on me is possibly a experience.

Nabe always has to be the logical one lol. Such a sweetie though.

(btw someone pointed out that his chest is really generous...and I looked at his sprite again and I'm like you whore...no wonder you cover up your tits.)

He explains once more that Beel gives these piercings to citizens that are of age and that have been accepted into the community of Avisos. It makes me wonder if that's a thing that not all devils know about because... *SPOILER ALERT FOR MAIN*

Leamas told everyone in Gehenna he was from Avisos. But as far as we know...when Gabriel turned him into a demon as a disguise he didn't add any piercings, just horns. So if anyone knew this info about Avisos, they could have caught Leamas in his lie ahead of time. But you know there wouldn't be a story without that.

As we continue, Nabe points out that it's best to sit near the bartender so they can get the info they need right? Well our happy go lucky fanboy found an area where it was marked "Beel sat here" basically so that is where he chose to sit-

Lol Amon is so goofy. If Beel had 0 fans, Amon would be his number one stan still til the very end.

But Stolas is annoyed with him because he wasn't being so secretive. They're mostly afraid of Beel catching wind of them trying to track him down.

While Amon is over here fanboying about Beel sitting in the same seat he's sitting on, Nabe and Stolas are trying to figure out how they can look inconspicuous while asking for info. So they decide to call the waiter over and they order food and drinks.

Here they're called 'sets' so I'm guessing some kind of drink/food combo and there's even one named after Beel visiting there!

Also, Amon straight up just asks the waiter if Beel said where he was gonna go, and while Stolas and Nabe are clearly thrown back by his straightforward way of getting this info. It works.

So, the Gambling House and the Cosplay Cafe??? Hm. That's way more info that they had in the beginning so score 1 for Amon!

I can't help but feel there was more that Beel said, but yeah maybe the waiter was like tldl (too long didn't listen)

Now that they got their info, Nabe suggested that they pay and leave. But Amon wanted to finish his set, and the waiter came back outta nowhere and told him the rules of the pub was you couldn't leave until you finished all of your food. That even Beel followed that same rule.

Now, I get that it's a rule. But both of them grabbed Nabe's hands to keep him from leaving and I was like damn it's like that T^T

But this would be an issue for me though. I have tummy problems so overeating usually means I'm gonna have a bad time. I love having leftovers so I can portion it out so maybe I'd have one of the three eat it for me ;_; lol

Awh look at Stolas, defending his comrade.

may I add that he did it thuggishly

Also, he calls out Amon about how he said earlier that he couldn't eat without Beel and Amon is just over on his side still fanboying about being in the same seat as his Majesty xD

The waiter that got all ballsy comes back with the food and holy fuck is it a lot.

5 plates for the normal set, and 10 plates for the special set that Amon ordered.

Yeap I'm never ordering food from that place only drinks because bitch I cannot eat 5 plates of food even when I haven't eaten all day.

Like I don't care they're technically snacks, imagine eating 5 plates of mozzarella sticks (about 50 sticks per plate) Back to our bois and their big ass snack plates, Amon is happy to get his stuff, and asks the waiter if anything fun happened. The waiter recollects that Beel brought in a huge sack

No really knew what was inside the sack, moreso that Beel asked them to make a meal with it (intensely stares at Beel's chest again in the screencap....)

He's covered in fucking blood and the sack was dripping. I could only guess it was an angel in that sack or something.

But when Stolas asked, now all of these different ideas start poppin' off from the pub workers lmao

Bartender: angel with it's wings ripped off Waiter: the chopped body of his dead comrade Customer sitting next to them: a pile of devil worshipper hearts that he smuggled from the human world (okay this is believable) So Stolas is trying to figure out which statement is right, Nabe is wondering why ppl jumped in the convo to begin with and the waiter swears he's right, but the bartender says his source is the chef who cooked the meal for Beel and the random customer heard it from a friend

Nabe had it with their shit so he tells them to go fight away from them and they do. Amon brings up that the rumors are so wild because Beel is simply just an overwhelming experience to behold.

I mean he wouldn't be wrong about that...I'd probably make up random rumors if I experienced a fucking hot sexy demon in my room.

Also poor Amon, bby is eating over 10 plates of snacks and he's still hungry. Nabe brings up the fact it makes no sense to stay alive after starving for months. (don't be mean)

So while all this mess is going on, Stolas and Nabe both take a bite and realize that the food tastes amazing.

Now everyone is happy and full and ready to go on to the next place. The Gambling House!

But, not before we see our babes getting the 'itis' from eating a bunch of food. (i get this way too sometimes) Basically they just feel really sleepy after having a large meal.

Amon's wide awake now though. And still hungry.

And....here we go. The motherfucking bill

Turns out...Beel left open a tab and since our bois are under him they have to pay the tab off.

Ain't that a bitch lmao

Bael didn't warn them about this, and the waiter was not letting them leave without paying. So poor Nabe had to foot the bill.

I just like how the doorman was like "bye" when they left lmao that's my energy when at work -_-

I feel bad for our Avisos bois because they basically felt like someone pulled one over on them and I don't blame them for feeling some kind of way about this.

Anywhoozle the mission continues and Stolas turns back into a crow and they said he 'walked' ahead hehee

Aye, Las Vegas vibes okay I see the vision...

Here they describe that the devils in this area resembled the maffia like in the human world. Having serious expressions, some carrying guns, some looking like they were on the run, all that good stuff. This also appears to be the main streets instead of the back alleys which is where we were before with our bois.

Damn we out here sellin' drugs just like that? I mean I understand we're in Hell and in Avisos but geez man

Take the red pill or blue pill type of mess

He even said it's not his fault if you get fucked up by taking the red stuff xD alright uh should of took the blue stuff

Our drug dealer devil out here just making bank, and then he sees a pair of feet of a potential customer...but it was our lovely angel hunter boi instead.

Again, another damn angel in disguise. I wonder how many there are in Hell right now?

But clearly, they know of Dre, because he was shaking in fear.

Dre essentially asks the angel to come see him in the back alleys away from the main streets and whelp this angel is getting f u c k e d up.

I mean like Dre ripped off three of four limbs (only one arm left), and his wings were a tattered mess. The angel was barely breathing too. What's even crazy is that Dre was like 'this is my fourth question'

Meaning his body was already mangled by the 2nd question. The angel is crying and asking what he even did when he answered truthfully and Dre bends down to stare at him with all that hatred in his cloudy eyes.

We don't know it yet, but someone Dre loved deeply perished by angels, so he doesn't give a fuck about the fake drug dealer.

At first I was wondering who he was talking about. But it seems...we all find out soon who he was referring to.

Dre decides to tell this barely alive angel that he's following our Avisos bois. And it's no surprise that the angels are tailing them too.

Dre says here that Beel is the only one who can end the war and I've had a couple of discussions about this already with a couple oomfs and it's interesting that a devil from Niflheim is loyal to Beel. Even says that he's the one who can truly stop the war.

And here is when we get our answer to who made Dre blind. Raphael...our little psycho angel did this, and Dre is on a mission to make sure he gets revenge. Only he can do this and he would not want anyone else to.

While he explains his reasons though that creepy grin of his shows up hahaha each time it comes up on the screen it's like an amusing nightmare fuel. Possibly fuel for a classic creepypasta story like 'Smile Dog'

But we're done seeing Dre fucking around with the angel that's pretty much gonna die for being in the way so we're back at the Gambling House with the bois! Only to be met with-

Stolas threatening Amon once again (˃̣̣̥▽˂̣̣̥)

I swear Amon just doesn't leave him alone...Stolas only said it's been a while since he'd been there, and Amon is like "this isn't a place for children"

But yeah after their little banter Nabe starts feeling a bit bad for Bael having to deal with all this mess in the first place and Stolas has like 0 empathy being like "it's his fault for doing all the work and not using his capable subjects" Sigh. Bael proably only wants to bother them when it's needed and feels like as the regent majesty he should be doing most of the foot work.

But, regardless it's brought up again that this Gambling House is a place where many can enter for free, but no one ever leaves this place on their own. Beel was able to leave, so our bois figure they can do the same.

So much, that Amon fucking went in without Stolas or Nabe lol

So it looks like a casino on the inside. Pretty fancy and standard if I say so myself even though I've never been in one. I don't think I ever will because I give up way too easily on things like this win or loose haha.

But the way this place is described, it's huge...big as a mini city almost. It makes me think that maybe people just get lost in here and that's why you never leave. They have everything you could ask for in there. Pubs, souvenir shops, it was quiet, clean, no cigarette butts or empty bottles.

Stolas and Nabe even witnessed a devil drop a piece of paper and a small fist sized devil picked it up for him and whispered to him

Don't worry sir. There's no need to be concerned about trivial things like this. There's no need to care about them.

Focus on paying off your debts, win more money. Focus The devil was basically in a zombie like state too.

Right Nabe, it honestly reminds me of fucking Maromi from Paranoia Agent...

It isn't your fault.

Take a rest...Take a rest...

LOL (this is one of my fave series, but also one of the most mildly disturbing dark content)

Anyways

So Stolas and Nabe are going over how they think the building is a trick of a devil that can make a small area expand. Nabe looks over the area and the devils seem to be...in a hive mind?

That's how I took it anyway, all going in the same direction, all going to the same goal...

Then Amon shows up and calls them hobos lmao

Nabe isn't happy that Amon wandered off again, but he went to the souvenier shop and it turns out he won himself a Beel keychain (how cute) It's even one of those plush keychain things too.

Amon was calling the devils hobos because someone apparently hit the jack pot and they were all clamoring to see if they could borrow money from that said devil.

Nabe gets on to Amon for spending all his money on the keychain when he could have helped at the pub paying the bill. But Amon says it's worth it, I believe him. But the scummy thing about it is to even get the souvenier you have to gamble for it. That's how he lost all his money.

Nabe wanted to know the amount of money wasted and our fanboy ignores him like he didn't hear xD

So he blows it off and leaves him alone about it and Stolas admires that. Nabe simply states it's in the past and he can't do anything about it so why stress over it? (wish I had his mentality for most things like I'm tryingggg)

So Nabe and our other two bois decided to follow the crowd after feeling a bit uneasy about being at the Casino. Truly, it was only because Nabe felt like he had a bunch riding on the fact that he has 0 money...and this place was definitely made to exploit the common consumer.

But I believe in our bois.

So when they reached the front doors, that same little Maromi vibes devil is like :D ah you look so lucky and so are your companions, please good luck to you.

And the three are nervous as fuck lol

So, while they're trying to scope out the place, Amon keeps trying wander off and it's because he's trying to find the highest ranking dealer. Nabe says they'd be in the VIP room and Amon flashes out a golden ticket.

Stolas thought he stole it but he met the requirements after getting the Beel keychain. Nabe asks him once more how much he spent and Amon ignores that question again lmao

The small devils notice that he has the VIP ticket though and now they're riding on 3 red chairs being treated like royalty and now Nabe really wants to know how much he spent. I'm curious too lol

Oh see... Nabe is just jelly that he has the keychain xD I don't blame him it sounds like it's a really cute item.

He even curses himself for wanting it so badly because he's broke, poor thing.

SO here's the fucking VIP room and wow....like Amon you big spenda take me here on a date <3 (i'm joking because honestly it sounds like one could easily lose their money here) It even has like a mini bar, snacks, the works. A fucking chocolate fountain??? Yesss

So how it works in the VIP room for customers is they pick the games, it gets set up there.

Now....we introduce our lovely dealer that Beel handpicked himself.

They even mentioned when he came to visit the VIP room he played a game with her.

Uh huh....a 'game' alright.

So here's a decription of our miss dealer: alluring smile, a small mole next to her lips, clothes so tight they hug her figure

Yes Stolas, thanks for pointing out the obvious that your king is a pervert lmao

But hey he knows what he wants and Miss Dealer is it. She explains that she's going to play a simple game with them, right and then-

Her titties are tittying and it makes me think of how Beel likes it when ppl wear clothes that are too small/tight for them and I'm thinking it's for that effect.

But Miss Dealer does this so you're distracted by the titties. Classic.

But Amon is straight up like "Hey when do you get off work?"

For me I was like AYO WHAT

Nabe apparently was not amused by this, but hey it looks like she's contemplating the idea....

Another stopping point once again!!!

Take a bathroom break, refill on your snick snacks and meet me in the next post!! <3

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb event #whb beelzebub #whb stolas #whb naberius #whb amon #whb avisos bois 💚#game playthrus🖤#whb andrealphus #part two is done...time for three!#amon is cute here #dre is hot

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miss-nob0dy · 1 year

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May I request for the reader who is the main cook for the guys? Like, they tried to takeover cooking duty for y/n to at least relax, but ends horribly and they just end up helping to make up for burning dinner??

AAAHHHH i loved writing this sm it was chaos THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST BABES!!

Alejandro Vargas

He usually sees you cooking most of the time, so he just feels this slight tinge of guilt for not taking over.

So then he decides to cook this time.

He’s a good cook, but we all have our moments, and this was one of those.

He decided to make pozole that day.

Everything was going well, until he had to deal with the chiles.

Dumbass accidentally rubbed his eyes while he still had chile on his fingers. A small yet common mistake.

You walked into the kitchen to prepare the food, but you just walked in on a teary-eyed Alejandro.

“..¿Estás bien, Alejandro?”

“No.”

You were quietly laughing, and he knew.

“Are you seriously laughing?”

“Sip.”

But, you start helping him out by just rinsing his eyes with warm water. Then you finally start cooking together.

You’ll argue about which ingredient goes next into the pot.

You two end up finishing the pozole, thankfully without burning down the entire kitchen.

Though you pick on him.

“You may have added too much salt, Alejandro.”

“Dios mío.”

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John “Soap” MacTavish

He can cook a few things, but they're pretty basic.

Other than that, he can’t really cook. Maybe a little better on baking since that’s what he mostly knows.

Since you cook almost all the time for him, he just feels bad.

So he made the brave decision to bake something in order to thank you for cooking.

We all know how that went.

He ended up mixing the cupcake batter a little too hard, and now half of the kitchen and himself are covered in cupcake mix.

Unfortunately, you walked in on the scene. You definitely took a picture.

He’s just staring at you while you try to hold back your laugh.

After you force him out of the kitchen to change into something clean, you both work together this time.

“How about I pour the batter into the pan.”

“Fine.”

You let him take care of the oven, but you’re just watching him in case he fucks up somehow.

This guy can probably take out things from the oven without mitts. It’s a hidden talent of his.

“Put something on your hands at least, goddamn it!”

“I don’t feel anything at all.”

You two ended up making some bomb ass cupcakes. Just don’t ever leave him alone in the kitchen again.

——

Simon “Ghost” Riley

This guy can’t cook for shit. Don’t ever trust him.

The only thing you can really trust him with cooking is just stirring.

Ghost still felt bad for not helping out.

So, when he decided to help you by cooking this time, it was utter chaos.

Mans did not know what he was doing.

He was trying to make a simple muffin.

He even messed up which ingredients he needed to get.

He left the kitchen with a bunch of flour everywhere. He even had some on his face.

Barely anything was actually IN the bowl.

When he saw you in the corner of his eye, he just looked at you nervously.

“..Morning.”

“Simon, what the actual fuck?”

He felt even worse since he also messed up the kitchen. But you reassured him that you didn't really care.

Since there was some leftover batter, you decided to just help him finish up with the muffins.

He kept crushing the eggs by accident.

“Why do you keep crushing the eggs?”

“I dunno.” And he just gives you a confused shrug.

When you two finally finish making the muffins, you wipe off the extra flour he had in his face.

He just gives you a small smile.

#call of duty #modern warfare 2 #mw2 x reader #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas x reader #gender neutral reader

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heavy are the open hearted

pairing: jackson era joel miller x reader (mostly gender neutral)

summary: joel broke your heart, and his own in the process. this is how he tries to fix it.

or, just a song fic

content: song fic, angst, joel sings a song, allusions to 18+ themes (mdni), happy ending if you look at it a certain way. 2.2k words.

a/n: another drabble. i know this version of joel is cliche but. the song. the song. this is paired with this version of "these days" by nico! sorry for this, there's something nasty in the air rn.

The last person you’d expect to, walks onto the little makeshift stage in the Tipsy Bison.

You’re not sure who suggested it a few months ago in this never ending strive for a sense of normalcy again, but having open-mic nights (without the mic) at the bar every couple of weeks didn’t sound too bad at all. In fact, they’ve been quite fun. The doctors, and the carpenters, and the farmers all have their respective, important duties. But remembering that people had lives, and hobbies, and talents beyond the ones that were necessary for survival anymore is hard nowadays, so it’s more than refreshing to hear someone play a nice song, even if the piano is untuned, or recite a poem that recounts the leftover beauty of the world. There definitely is some left, you think, most people just aren’t looking hard enough.

It’s just that, when you’re sitting at the bar, and you see Joel Miller step onto the stage with the most timid wave to the crowd, something stutters in your chest.

He’s got his guitar slung over his shoulder and his hair looks real nice. You wonder if he’s wearing that cologne you made him. (“You seem like a lemongrass kinda guy,” you’d told him. “Do I?” he asked. You weren’t really sure until he wore it day after day. He was a lemongrass kind of guy.) Part of you doesn’t want to get close enough to figure out, the other part is aching to do nothing but that. You watch him sit down on the edge of the stool placed on the stage and bring his guitar around to his chest. It looks so natural there, like if it replaced his beating heart, nothing would change. He might even smile more.

There’s something in the air now, at least for you. In fact, you know you’re the only one that feels it, because you know what this means for Joel and there’s only three other people in the room who do too. But it’s different for you, because Tommy is Joel’s brother, and that doesn’t count (and Maria knows by proxy). Ellie has seen him play his guitar, once, she said, but she doesn’t look anywhere nearly as shocked as you feel. As a matter of fact, when you glance her way, it shows you the little smile she’s sending you until she notices you looking and turns away.

You swallow the sudden lump in your throat.

“Uh, hello,” a familiar, gruff voice says that turns your attention back to the stage. “Don’t got much to say. Been thinkin’ about this song a lot lately. That’s it.”

Joel finishes tuning his guitar, and poises himself for that first strum. It hits you like a freight train.

You haven’t talked to him in weeks. Not since he said some horrible things, and you said some terrible things back. There’s a tiny little voice in your head telling you to get up and walk out, because whatever this is an attempt at, you don’t want to see it. But then you realize, it’s not an attempt at anything. It’s just Joel, doing what he said he couldn’t do for you, for the whole damn town.

Joel starts to play—your heart plummets.

Well I've been out walking,

I don't do too much talking these days

It’s not about the guitar playing—it never truly was. But when you’d asked him to play, and he refused, and you thought he was joking until you realized that he wasn’t—well, it struck something in you. It was a small thing to tip you over the edge, you see that now, but what is it they say about the straw and the camel’s back? Except you’re not a camel—you’re a human in a fragile world with a fragile heart. Maybe you should have gotten over each time Joel seemed to purposely shut you out. Maybe it was your fault, you think, letting delusions fester in your mind for well over a year, after the first year of you two dancing around one another.

These days.

But when your first kiss turned into several more without a word being said about it, you really should have seen it coming. You both found each other carrying enough baggage to last a lifetime. You never asked to look into his, he never asked to look into yours—but there was an unspoken understanding that every time you crawled into his bed, there was a certain tenderness behind every kiss, every touch, something that could lead to a greener road. At least you thought there was.

Theses days I seem to think a lot

about the things that I forgot to do,

and all the times I had the chance to

You thought he wore a smile reserved just for you. You thought when he told you about Sarah, that one and only time, or the way he almost lost Ellie in the worst way possible, that it was because he trusted you. You thought when he said, “I’m all yours, darlin’,” as he made a home between your thighs, he meant it. If you’d known that giving your heart to Joel Miller would have it end up shriveled at his feet as he strummed a guitar for all of Jackson to hear, you’d have shackled it to your ribcage.

And I had a lover.

You thought you loved him, and stupidly, you thought he loved you too. If only you hadn’t asked him to play for you, or if only he had.

It's so hard to risk another these days.

"I’m startin’ to think this isn’t about the fuckin’ guitar,” he’d said three minutes into your argument, void of any care you thought he might’ve had for you. It wasn’t. "So I’m gonna have to stop you right there, because whatever you think there is between us—"

These days.

He didn’t say it, but he didn’t have to, confirming your worst fears. It isn’t there.

And instead of crying, instead of begging him to take back what he said, you just spat back just as coldly, “Did you ever think that if you actually let someone in, instead of acting so apathetic, and boorish, and mean, you might be a little less miserable, Joel?”

Now if I seem to be afraid,

“If there was somethin’ worth lettin’ in, I’d do it, darlin’.”

to live the life that I have made in song—

For the first time, the name he usually wore so tenderly on his tongue was sharp, and thorny, and painful—and you refused to let him see how much it stung.

“Fuck you, Joel.” He started to backtrack, some Wait’s, and something like I didn’t mean—but your mind drowned it out. Because it was the only thing it could do. You left without another word.

Well it's just that I've been losing so long.

There are two things you don’t realize right away. One—there are tears brimming your eyes as you watch Joel, watch him use a delicateness he once used to touch you, to play his guitar. And two—he’s looking right at you. Now would be the perfect moment to get up and leave, you think, but you feel absolutely paralyzed. Like the magnetism he used from the moment you first saw him has you stationed on that creaky barstool of yours.

“Well, I'll keep on movin’,” he sings with a melancholy you understand far too well. You can feel your throat threaten to collapse in on itself, to suffocate you if you don’t make the necessary moves to survive. But you can’t, and Joel keeps singing. “Things are bound to be improvin’ these days.”

You had told Joel once that you wondered if they’d have found each other without the apocalypse, in the quiet aftermath of another night spent in his bed. He didn’t say anything for a few long beats. You thought it was because he had nothing to say, and if he did, he just didn’t want to say it. But then he’d hummed, and ran a calloused hand up and down your arm.

One of these days

“Think we would’ve,” he’d responded, in an unusually tender voice. “Think we would’ve in a thousand timelines.”

That’s when you realized, in retrospect, if you had shackled up your heart, he would’ve found a way to set it free anyways. It was never yours to keep—and always his to have.

These days I sit on cornerstones,

and count the time in quarter tones to ten, my friend

Your ears are starting to ring. There’s not a sound to be heard in the Tipsy Bison except those resounding from Joel’s guitar, and his voice. You wonder briefly if anyone else is as enraptured as you are. You know what the town thought of Joel at first, know that some of them still look at him as if he’s an enigma, because he is. But no matter what you think, what he thinks, he isn’t—not to you.

“Don’t confront me with my failures—” You might be imagining it, you have to be, but you swear Joel’s voice cracks. His playing has slowed, and he sounds distant, yet simultaneously the closest he’s ever been. You think you might cry. “—I have not forgotten them.”

As the last note Joel plays fades out, that silence in the room becomes deafening, just an echo of that last strum bouncing off the walls. No one speaks, or claps, or moves—like he has truly and utterly stunned the crowd because he didn’t just stitch his heart to his sleeve—he served it on a goddamn silver platter. It’s silent, until it’s not, because the scratch of your stool against the floor jostles the quietness as you make for the exit. You don’t care that everyone is about to tie two and two together, you just care about getting the hell out of there.

Surprisingly—or, unsurprisingly—Joel follows.

As you stalk down the main dirt road, faster than ever, nothing but the lights up above leading you far away from the bar. You think for a moment you might let them lead you out of Jackson. Facing the horrors beyond these walls would be better than facing the ones within them. It isn’t long before you hear your name.

“Wait,” Joel is saying when he gets close enough, and his hand finds your arm. It doesn’t sting the way you expect it to. “Please.”

“No,” you grit out, turning around with a speed that shocks the both of you, and makes him draw his hand back. “No, you don’t—you don’t get to do that.”

“I know, darlin’, I—“

“You don’t know, Joel, you don’t.” You hadn’t realized it, but those brimming tears finally managed to find a way to fall, staining your cheeks. “If you think for a second you can just—just sing a song, and I’d forgive you, or let you back in, you’re a bigger fool than I thought.”

“Querida,” he says, and for a moment, he reaches out for you once more—but decides against it at the last second, and god, you can’t believe how bad you want him to. The name is enough, enough to drain your heart and fill it back up, and you think for just a second that you’re lying to the both of you. It is that easy for him, isn’t it, to drag you back in. “I’m not askin’ for your forgiveness, I’m not, I just—“

It briefly seems like Joel didn’t expect to make it this far, like he didn’t think you’d give him the time of day, but you are. Because you love him, you think. And the realization makes your heart cinch. You don’t respond, but you don’t walk away either. You see Joel’s throat flex with a gulp.

“I hate the way we ended things.”

Me too, you think, but instead you say meekly, “Didn’t think there was anything for us to end.”

There’s a flash of something in Joel’s eyes, but you feel like you’d be a fool to think it’s regret. But then again, you never wanted to let your ability to hope die in this world. That’s what got you here in the first place, but at least it reminded you that your heart still worked. Finally—finally—though, he reaches out for your hand, and you let him. He holds it there, just your fingers, gentle and a little scared.

You realize something then.

The song wasn’t for you—neither was the guitar playing. It was for him. Always had been, now more than ever.

“Think you and I both know that isn’t true,” he says then, and you’ve never heard him sound so small. Your tears are dry on your cheeks now, your eyes chilled from the cool night air. You can’t help but look down at both your hands.

“You have a funny way of showing it,” you tell him, and he doesn’t argue.

Instead, he just clears his throat. “I am sorry.”

“I know,” you say, because you finally do. You kind of figured it out as soon as he stepped on that stage, you just had to wrestle with it for a little bit. He brushes his thumb across the back of your hand. “I—I just don’t know when I’ll forgive you,” you continue, then look up to meet his eye. The regret is still there, but then there’s something you thought you might’ve seen in him a few times before. The hope.

“When?” he asks. “Not if?”

“When,” you repeat.

The smallest, most minuscule hint of a smile draws upon his lips. Yours twitch a little too.

“I’d like to take you on a date when you do.” For the first time in a long time, you let out a quiet laugh.

“When I do,” you say, “you’ll be the first to know.”

thanks for reading, friend

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #joel tlou #joel x reader #my fics #oh man this is just a dumb little thing i promise #Spotify

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hangmanapologist · 2 years

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Love Thy Neighbour (3) | Bob Floyd

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Bob Floyd x reader (no use of y/n)

warnings: pining, yearning, idiots in love, so close but so far

A/N: I’m shocked you guys liked the last part?!??? I will kiss you all on the forehead but I love causing fictional men pain I’m sorry

You had begun to settle into the rhythm of day to day life. Work was fine, it was work at the end of your day but your coworkers were nice. You still didn’t really have many friends outside work yet but you had Bob.

Bob Floyd was the sun.

Bob who you saw at least once a day. Bob who you’d share your leftovers with because you learned his schedule was awful and sometimes he was just too tired to cook. Bob who’d text you whenever he was in the store on the his way home in case you needed anything. Bob, who you learned, enjoyed sitting out on his balcony when it started to rain.

You were hopelessly and pathetically falling further and further with each thing you learned about him. Not that he’d ever know.

Sometimes the universe threw a dog a bone and you’d run into him on his way home in his flight suit. You had a lot of long hot showers thinking about that.

Bob liked you a lot.

You listened to him when he needed to whine or ramble and never made him feel like he was taking up too much space or time. In the 1 minute walk from his car to his front door he whispered silent prayers everyday, even though he hadn’t been to church since he was 15, hoping that he’d run into you.

Of course he thought you were beautiful. He constantly thought about the way your eyes lit up when you laughed or how your nose would scrunch when you smiled at him in passing. He thanked whatever deity was listening for your love of sundresses because the mental pictures of you in them kept him busy when the nights seemed a little longer.

But you were kind too. The kindest person he ever met, the one person he’d bring home to his mother. You brought him dinner because you had leftovers, you’d ask him if he wanted to just talk, insisting that you couldn’t finish a bottle of wine by yourself, you both knew you could. You just let him be.

That’s why you didn’t find it all that strange or unusual when he asked if you wanted to get some drinks with him and the other pilots after work. That’s what friends did, they included each other. He was a man of very few words so when you agreed he told you when and where to meet them before rushing off muttering about being late again.

“Bob are you sure she’s real?” Jake teased leaning over the pool table. “She is real and I know she’s not here yet because she’s the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen and if she was already here I’d know because you and Rooster would probably be all over her” he tried pathetically to defend himself but his hands were getting sweaty and if his knee bounced anymore he was going to put a hole in the floor.

It was 8.15 and he’d told you 8. Had he come on too strong? Did he freak you out? For all he knew you were probably abandoning your apartment in the hopes you’d never see him again.

He was going over every single mistake he thought he made in his head suddenly overheating as his heart began racing. “Bob I think your girlfriend is hereeeeee” Phoenix nudged his shoulder teasingly and brought him back to earth. His eyes scanned the packed bar until they met yours.

Serenity. It was like you blocked everyone else in the room out.

You felt bad for keeping him waiting, you were on time but you forgot to factor in the 15 minutes of nausea and panic outside the packed bar. You were going to meet his friends. You were going to meet his girlfriend.

What could you even say? Sorry I want to kiss your boyfriend and tear his flight suit off with my teeth?

No. You were an adult completely capable of being friends with someone you find attractive. Maybe his friends were as hot as he was and you’d finally get laid. You let that thought propel you as you pushed your way into the packed bar, eyes desperately scanned the room until they met his and all of a sudden, you saw no one else.

You waited awkwardly as he walked over to you. There was a fucking lot of pilots in here. “I’m sorry I’m late.” You pouted apologetically at him as he pulled you in for a hug. “I’m glad you’re here. I think you look really pretty” he was trying to remember all the advice Phoenix gave him on the car ride over.

He was so nauseous at the thought of flirting with you that he nearly had to stick his head out the window like a dog so he didn’t throw up.

“Make it personal. Don’t make it sound generic” Phoenix’s voice rang through his mind. “So I shouldn’t tell her she looks pretty?” “No you can but tell her that YOU think she looks pretty.” “Oh god I think I’m gonna be sick.”

“I didn’t think you were gonna come,” he half shouted over his shoulder. You just smiled at him, any worries of the day melting away. “They’re gonna love you, not as much as I love you though! Oh and Phoenix has been looking forward to meeting you all day!”

There it was, what you were blissfully ignoring until now.

Bob’s hand kept a strong grip on yours as he pulled you through the crowd that was seemingly still getting bigger. A few eyebrow raises were thrown his way and you couldn’t help question it.

What you weren’t expecting was a flock of inhumanely attractive pilots all gathered in the corner. Where the fuck did the navy recruit? Bob introduced you to them all, you had a few laughs as you learned the stories of their call signs and then you met Phoenix.

You couldn’t even hate her. You understand why Bob about her the way he did. She actually hugged you and you felt a pang of guilt in your chest.

But it was hard to not feel insecure next to her. She was gorgeous and smart and talented and couldn’t have been nicer to you. Of course it was going to be her.

You sank back into the bar stool next to Bob as the glasses got emptier. Everyone had broken off into their separate conversations and you were happy to just watch with him.

“Your friends are nice” you sighed contently as you softly rested your head on his shoulder before you realised where you were and who you were in front of. You pulled away like he was hot to the touch.

He had to pretend like that didn’t hurt him.

“I think they like you more than they like me” he nudged you too hard and you lost your balance slightly, saved by Rooster who managed to grab your elbow so you didn’t end up on the ground.

“You okay honey?” You thanked him meekly before smoothing out your skirt trying to hide the fact you wanted to keel over and die.

“Well done buddy, I’m sure she’ll like you back if you break her nose!” Phoenix whispered to her to her WSO sarcastically as she patted his shoulder.

Hangman gave him a sarcastic thumbs up from the pool table

If it was his time to go could God just take him now?

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to nudge you that hard and then I forgot you lose your balance when you drink and I only know that because that one time you walked into the table in the hallwa-“ “I’m fine Robby don’t sweat it.” He was in fact, sweating very much at the nickname that you’d grown affectionate of. Robby. You always said it so softly, like the name was delicate enough to break in some way.

“Can I tell you a secret?” you leaned closer to his face as you stood up from the stool, one hand bracing yourself of his bicep.

He swallowed thickly. All of a sudden his mouth was dry and he could feel his heart galloping in his chest. He just nodded. “I think you’re much cooler than any of the pilots.” you whispered, your lips lightly brushed the shell of his ear and he could smell your perfume. He couldn’t breathe and he didn’t want to anyway.

You were going to be the death of him.

He wasn’t even given a chance to respond before Phoenix dragged you to the bathroom, insisting that she wasn’t going alone.

Phoenix leaned against the sink with her arms crossed as you washed your hands. You felt nervous under the weight of her stare.

“So how long have you and Bob been together?” We got paired together about a year ago, we’ve stayed together much longer than we expected. “Oh so it was like a blind date situation…that’s sweet” you were lying and you felt like throwing up.

“Date?” she raised her eyebrows quizzically and then it hit her, you thought he was dating her! “Oh my god ew no- I mean he’s great and amazing but we’re not no- that would be weird.” You could see her whole body cringe at the thought. “I like women by the way. So like that would never happen. Never.”

Oh.

So he had been rejecting all of your advances by using her as a scapegoat. “I just thought with the way he talked about you and how much he brought you up that-“ you rambled on as you wrang your hands in front of you.

Suddenly the bathroom felt small and cramped.

“If he asks where I went can you tell him I’m just getting some air?” You brushed past her as you bit back the tears. “Sure” she offered you a warm smile. It was at least somewhat of a comfort as you pushed passed bodies in an attempt to be able to breathe again.

He looked your way and you ignored him.

“Eject eject eject!” Hangman mocked watching the rejection pass across Bob’s face. He was cut off with just a look as the WSO’s jaw tensed with the way Phoenix approached the table.

“Bob why did your neighbour think we were dating?” “I never- wait what? Me and you? I never said anything!” He made a pathetic attempt at defending himself as he racked his brain trying to figure out how on Earth you’d draw that conclusion. He thought he made it very clear that he was flirting with you.

He was worse at this than he thought.

It was pretty comical. At least the 4 pilots howling with laughter at the pool table thought so.

“Why are you still sitting here? Go out to her!” Phoenix manhandled him out of the seat shooing him off. Bob kept looking back at the group for reassurance as he pushed his way through the crowd.

“Thank God. It was getting painful to watch.” Phoenix accepted the cue graciously with a hum.

You let the sound of the waves calm you. You had managed to not cry, you think you just needed a moment. You never had handled rejection well.

“Hey there stranger,” you felt the warmth of his body as he sat down next to you. You didn’t even hear him come out.

He’d probably let you down easy. You’d go home and now share nothing more but a passing smile when your paths crossed. No more coffee runs, no more shared dinners or ‘Bob’s balcony storm watch’ as he called it. What a nerd. But your heart still yearned for him.

“Hi” you returned to leaning on his shoulder like you did earlier in the night. This time you lingered. “I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye to your friends, I hope they don’t think I’m being rude.” Your eyes focused on the lapping waves in the distance. He could see the goosebumps on your skin.

You weren’t looking at him but he was looking at you. He was looking at you like you were the only person left on this earth. You were made to be seen in the moonlight.

“They don’t think you’re being rude. They just think I’m an idiot.” You lifted your head to look at him quizzically.

He quickly turned his head so he wasn’t looking you in the eye. “I think we need to talk…”

There it was. You were about to lose someone who had become your best friend. Over a school girl crush because you couldn’t just be an adult. You were gonna be sick.

“I really li-“ “Please Bob, not tonight. I can’t do this tonight.” “No I promise this isn’t-“ you cut him off by pressing a hand to his mouth.

“Just be here with me. As my friend I need you to let me have this” your pleaded as your forehead was pressed against his, you ran your thumb over his cheek watching his glasses fog up.

He knew you were jumping to conclusions but he also knew that he’d go to the ends of the earth if you asked. So when you pulled away he just let you lay there. Nothing but the sound of the ocean between you.

“You know I can never say no to you.”

#love thy neighbour #neighbours to lovers #bob floyd x reader #they’re such idiots #✍️#my writing

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52 Letters To Simon Riley - Chapter 2

Week 2

The problem with grief was that even when you were distracting yourself from it, it was still there. Like a gaping bullet wound in your chest. This was… a pretty sizeable bullet wound. You could try to ignore it, but it wouldn’t go away. Even stitching it up and letting it heal was ultimately useless because you still had leftover damage. You would take off your shirt, look in the mirror, and there the scar was, reminding you of what had happened. Who you had lost.

Warnings: main character death, grief, drug use, and referenced suicide, homophobia

Dear Simon,

I read in an article somewhere that going outside for even just ten minutes can help depression and grief. So, my ask of you this week is that you go outside for just ten minutes a day. Even if it’s just to stubbornly stand on your patio, glare at the outside world, and then come back inside. Just… at least ten minutes. You can set a timer, I won’t mind.

You mentioned, once, that when you’re on leave, you don’t generally go anywhere. That you lay in bed and occasionally look at your phone, but for the most part you put on shitty television for background noise and just lay in your bed and rot. I love you too much to let you just rot for me.

I know that Sometimes when we’re It’s embarrassing how nervous you make me, Simon. Even while I’m writing letters, meant for you after I’m dead… I’m so anxious, I want to impress you.

That was one of the only thoughts in my head, in Las Almas. “I wonder if Ghost thinks I’m cool.” I was trying so hard to impress you, to make you like me.

Really, I’ve always been like this. I grew up with this knowledge that there was something different about me because the minute I get around guys Fuck.

When I was younger, I pretty much always knew I was gay. I know we had this conversation, together, about how you were the same, but… bleeding hell Simon, it was bad for me. I’d get around guys I was attracted to and the only thing I cared about was getting them to like me. Sometimes, it was to my own detriment, but… most of the time, it was just embarrassing.

I’m cringing pretty damn hard just remembering what I would do.

But that’s how I felt in Las Almas. All I cared about was keeping your eyes on me, making sure you thought I was impressive. When searching for Hassan in Al Mazrah, when searching again in Las Almas… that was all I cared about.

You told me that I make you nervous, too, but… I don’t think you understand just how nervous you make me. I was so terrified that you’d think I was a loser or maybe worse. It got in the way, sometimes, but those were always the times you would show up and save my ass, so hey, maybe it worked out.

When you started to call me Johnny, I was on cloud nine. When you let me call you Simon? When you didn’t correct me? I thought I would die. Then, when we were in the safe house, Rodolfo told me something.

He told me about him and Alejandro, about the struggle they had went through before getting together, and he told me that all he’d ever wanted was for Alejandro to see him and I realized that I was wrong. I didn’t want these guys or even you to really like me, though it was nice, I wanted for you to see me. I wanted to take up space in your consciousness, I wanted you to notice me.

Now, though, now I regret it more than anything because I know what my death is going to do to you, and I know it wouldn’t have mattered if you had never saw me. I love you, and I wish you didn’t love me, because then you wouldn’t be in pain.

I’m so sorry.

Yours, forever and always,

Johnny “Soap” Mactavish

Well, for the first day, Ghost had done exactly as Soap had said he could and he’d set a timer on his phone and then sat on his balcony and waited for the timer to end, before taking his ass right back inside and going back to bed.

It had not made him feel better. In fact, because it was winter in Manchester, he was now fucking cold and miserable.

See, the problem with grief was that even when you were distracting yourself from it, it was still there. Like a gaping bullet wound in your chest. This was… a pretty sizeable bullet wound. You could try to ignore it, but it wouldn’t go away. Even stitching it up and letting it heal was ultimately useless because you still had leftover damage. You would take off your shirt, look in the mirror, and there the scar was, reminding you of what had happened. Who you had lost.

For Ghost, it’d always felt like a weight in his chest, akin to being strung up by his ribs again. Except, this time, he was being held over a space, his ribs exposed and weights hanging from each bone, struggling to pull his entire rib cage out of his chest.

Sometimes, he wanted to give in and let it.

However, if he did, then he couldn’t read the rest of the letters and he’d made a promise to Johnny, even if just internally, and so he would do his best to make it through the rest of the year, just to read the letters.

The second day had been about the same, however this time Ghost’s attention had been caught by a few little kids. Well, actually, they looked like a little gaggle of 13 year olds, but one was clearly getting picked on by the others as the other four were tossing what looked like rolled up balls of paper at the kid and yelling taunting words.

Fag. Queer.

Ghost had done as he had resolved to, setting the timer on his phone and stepping outside. He hadn’t even bothered with shoes, this time, kind of wanting the cold on his feet since it might distract him a little from the gaping in his chest.

The sun was shining a bit, which honestly only pissed him off. He wanted to be miserable, couldn’t the weather get with the program and at least make it cloudy? Overcast, but bright would be most desirable as he hated that weather the most.

But, no, the sun had to be shining or whatever.

That was when he noticed the kids. Their yelling irritated him very quickly, since again, he had shit to do. All he wanted to do was sit on his fucking balcony that he needed to get replaced because holy shit this thing was wobbly, bloody hell, and grief his dead fucking boyfriend and these kids just had to come along and scream.

“Yeah, you fucking faggot! You better run from us!”

Okay, that caught Ghost’s attention real fast. He watched the kids, watching one of them who was fairly smaller than the others, sprint through the parking lot before tripping over a curb and falling with an audible thump. He didn’t recognize the kid, and he probably should considering he only had about three tenants, none of whom had children.

All five looked like they were from the nearby private school, which did have Ghost rolling his eyes a little. It was when they started to throw things at the kid, rocks and what looked like wadded up pieces of paper that Ghost decided to intervene. He wasn’t a hero in any way, but he’d been that kid once and he didn’t want anyone else ending up like him.

So, his best course of action had been to yell, “hey!” before launching himself over the balcony, landing carefully and taking off towards the kids at a brisk jog.

As soon as he started in their direction, the four bullies just about shit their pants, all going pale and turning in the other direction, frantically sprinting off. Ghost couldn’t help laughing at the sight, knowing he was probably pretty scary with his height, build, and his skull mask that he was wearing.

“Little pricks.” He grunted as he made it to the kid on the floor, who looked just as scared as they had, staring up at him with wide eyes. His eye was bruised and his knee was bleeding pretty heavily, which had Ghost wincing a little.

He’d definitely gone through worse, but he remembered the very first time he’d scraped his knee up like that, chasing Tommy around the backyard. He’d ended up tripping and slamming it right onto a rock, and he had been fairly certain it was broken. But, his father had just snorted, told him to man up, and sent him right back outside.

Ghost wouldn’t do that. He wasn’t his father. Instead, he just crouched down, hoping he could make himself as not scary as possible, and knowing he was likely failing. “What’s your name, kid?”

The kid’s eyes did not leave him, and Ghost didn’t miss the way he flinched when Ghost touched his knee to inspect over it. “D-Dean, sir…”

“Don’t bother with that sir bullshit.” Ghost chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m not an authority figure, don’t worry. You busted this up pretty good, looks like it’ll scar.”

Dean winced as Ghost again touched the wound, crying out when Ghost carefully used his sleeve to wipe at some of the blood. However, it was a scrape, not a wound. A fairly big scrape, which would make a pretty rough healing process, but it wouldn’t need stitches. “Where’s your family, kid?”

Dean was quiet, his eyes watching Ghost’s hands before his face went somber. “I don’t have one.”

“What do you mean?” Ghost decided to help the kid stand, standing up and then hooking his hands under the kid’s shoulders and lifting him to his feet. Dean again winced when he was placed on his feet, but he seemed to stand just fine on his own, even if he was placing most of his weight on his good leg.

Dean wiped at his face and almost appeared to sniffle. “I’m um… I… I live at the boys’ home a street over.”

Ah. Another orphan, just like Soap. And Gaz. You know, for how great his country tried to seem, they sure seemed to have a lot of orphans. Whatever. Ghost frowned, before shaking his head. “Come on, I have some bandaids in the tenant office.”

Dean appeared to hesitate before nodding and so Ghost led him to the building, the kid limping behind him. When they got to the front doors, Ghost had the kid wait outside, jogging inside and getting the first aid kit before coming outside and offering it to Dean. He wasn’t going to play nurse. Dean thanked him and sat down on the curb. He was clearly experienced, as he pulled aside the torn clothing to clean the wound with an alcohol wipe before applying antiseptic and the bandaid, wincing the least with the process, somehow.

“You know what you’re doing.” Ghost acknowledged, sitting on the curb beside him and then getting out a cigarette. “I hope you don’t have asthma, kid.”

Dean shook his head, ducking his head. “I have to patch up my own wounds a lot…”

“Makes sense. Do they often target you?” Ghost asked, lighting the cigarette and then glancing at Dean, who winced. “I see. Why?”

“I don’t know… I… I…” Dean appeared to hesitate, ducking his head, and Ghost caught on. He knew that look. He knew that “the taunts and slurs are the truth, not random” look.

So, Ghost shrugged. “Well, if it’s any consolation, I’m gay so I won’t let them call you that. Next time they start to pick on you… lead them back to me. I don’t mind beating the shit out of a couple of punk kids.” He did, but he planned to just threaten them again with some of the military stuff he’d brought home with him.

Dean looked up at Ghost, clearly shocked. “I… I’m sorry?”

Ghost chuckled, softly, and shrugged. “I’m gay.”

“You don’t look gay… sir.”

“Blimey, do you want me to wear a blinking rainbow??” Ghost barked out a laugh, watching Dean’s face go very red. “No, I guess I don’t. Funny, no one else has any trouble picking it up.”

Dean went quiet and looked down at the curb. “I wish I wasn’t… Maybe then they’d leave me alone.”

“No.” Ghost shook his head, sighing and taking a puff of the cigarette, slowly letting it out and thinking about his own experiences. “Prats like those kids that are bullying you don’t care if you’re actually what they call you. They just want to be assholes and they happened to land on the truth.”

Dean looked up at him, again, and frowned. “Were you bullied?”

Ghost almost knee jerk told the kid to go fuck himself, but he just sighed instead. “Yes. By the worst bully of all… My dad. He used to say a lot worse than those kids were. But… you’ll get your revenge, don’t worry.”

“Did you?” Dean asked, biting his lip. “I don’t think I will.. I’m a lot smaller than them, I don’t think I’ll ever be stronger than they are.”

“How old are you, Dean?” Ghost asked, glancing at the kid again.

“I’m 15, sir.”

“You have time to get bigger and stronger. Can you believe that, at some point, I was shorter than my little brother?” Ghost laughed, softly. “I was shorter until I was about 15, then I shot up and became around 6’4 by the age of 20, where I remained. I got stronger than my father, too. I got to a point where I could beat the shit out of him and he learned to leave me alone.”

Dean still didn’t look very hopeful. Ghost didn’t blame him, he hadn’t believed it until it happened to him. It was a good thing Price wasn’t around, he had a soft spot for kids like Dean, he might end up adopting the boy. “My name is Simon, by the way.” Ghost murmured, nudging Dean. “If they start to pick on you, again, you come back here. You get off of school at the same time?”

“3:00, sir…” Dean nodded. “It takes me about ten minutes to get home…”

“Alright. Then I’ll be out here.” Simon nodded and then he got an idea. “Here, stay out here for a moment.” He got up and quickly jogged inside, going up to his apartment and getting one of his small pocket knives, coming back down. It had the 141’s insignia on it, which Dean immediately marvelled at, as soon as it was in his hands. “Here, kid. Protect yourself with it, but only if you have to. Only if it’s you or them, okay?”

Dean touched over the insignia. “What does this mean?”

Ghost sighed and carefully sat down again, ignoring how badly his feet had started to hurt from the cold. “It’s… my squad’s insignia. I’m in the SAS.”

Dean’s eyes almost appeared to shine with admiration as he looked over it. “That’s… Special Air Service? You guys are so cool…”

If Ghost wanted to talk to Price, he’d consider making sure he’d be around when Dean was walking by, but… he didn’t want to talk to Price. He didn’t want to talk to anyone, honestly. Well… Dean was cool. “Thanks, kid. Again, though, not unless it’s you or them.”

“Alright… Thank you, sir.” Dean mumbled and put the knife in his pocket. “I’ll start walking by here every day…”

“Good.” Simon nodded. “You should go home, Dean. Do your homework, or whatever.”

Dean nodded and got up, waving before he was rushing off again. Ghost watched him, making sure those kids didn’t come back until made it to the front door of a small building, which Ghost did recognize as a smaller home for boys. He recognized it because he and Tommy had once spent a week there, while some shit was happening with his dad and mom.

Tommy would have liked Dean. So would Soap.

Ghost shook his head, going inside. When he checked his phone, he realised he’d been out there for close to 45 minutes. Oh well… Soap would likely be proud of him and… okay, maybe he did feel a bit better. Or… he did until he made it inside and he was looking at the letter, again.

As grief did, he climbed into bed, feeling as though his ribs were exposed, again.

The next day, he almost didn’t want to get up and go outside. However, not only had Johnny asked him to, he’d promised to make sure Dean was okay and he couldn’t find it in himself to let the kid down.

So, he’d gotten out of bed and dragged himself downstairs, putting on shoes this time as well as a hoodie, and he waited. As promised, Dean was soon running by, coming all the way up to the curb and plopping down. “I have something for you.”

“I don’t need anything, kid.” Ghost shook his head, before humphing when Dean held out a bag of fast food. “Nevermind, I’ll take it.” The brown bag reminded him that he hadn’t eaten in at least a few days, so he just took the bag. “Where did you get this?”

“My cousin works there, sometimes they have orders that are mistakes or never got picked up. So… he gives them to me because I can’t afford to eat during the day.” Dean shrugged. “I took a sandwich out of it, so now you can have the rest.”

Oh yeah, Soap would have adored this kid. Ghost grunted in response, getting out what looked like a half sandwich and starting to eat it. It was pretty good, so he thanked the kid, and then sighed. “Did those twats mess with you, today?”

“They did, but it was just their usual.” Dean shrugged. “I think they’re scared I’ll tell you or something. I think one of them recognized you, your last name is Riley, right?”

Ghost was impressed, though then he was suspicious. “It is.”

“One of them… his dad was also in the SAS. I think he knows you.”

Ghost wouldn’t have been shocked. He wasn’t blind to the fact that he was a legend in the SAS, that Simon Riley was both a ghost story and practically mythos. He could see why… goes missing for nine months, shows up practically insane before disappearing and allegedly wiping out an entire cartel. Not to mention the rest of Ghost’s career and his attachment to the legendary John Price. Bigger men had pissed their pants at the mention of Ghost. “Well… tell them that Simon Riley is watching out for you.” He chuckled. “They ought to leave you alone.”

Dean nodded before standing again. “I have to go, I have chores and Mrs Blathers is a real cunt when I don’t get them done in time.”

Ghost barked out a laugh, liking the kid’s spirit. “Well, go then. Thanks for the food, Dean.”

“Anytime!” Dean grinned before running off, again, already running better than the day before. The kid was sweet, he’d admit.

The next day, he just got a wave before running fully to the orphanage, but Ghost didn’t mind, just heading on to where he’d agreed to meet up with Jason, which was behind a store. “You look less like shit than I was expecting.” Jason chuckled, softly.

Ghost rolled his eyes, “thanks. No, some kid is stopping by every day, and I don’t want to look pathetic in front of him.”

Jason full out laughed that time, shaking his head. “Why is he stopping by?”

“Some kids are picking on him.” Ghost sighed, hopping up to sit on some crates and accepting the lit cigarette that Jason offered him. “They bully him for being gay and so I told him to start coming by on his way home so he wouldn’t get hurt, more.”

“You know, you act like a cold bastard, but you’re really a big softie when it gets down to it.” Jason sighed, leaning against the crates and then holding up a brown bag. “Don’t bother paying me. I know you won’t, and… I feel bad asking.”

Ghost got out the cash that he’d brought to actually pay Jason, raising an eyebrow. “You sure?”

“Oh, of course you bring the money this time.” Jason huffed, taking the money out of Ghost’s hand and shoving it in his pocket. “I’m taking it, but consider it reparations, bastard. Has that um… American, Alex, called you any?”

“He has a boyfriend, for one, and for two, no… He’s busy.” Ghost chuckled, watching Jason make a disappointed face.

“And the other… Alejandro, I think his name was?”

“Married.”

Jason groaned, shaking his head. “Of course he is. Man, you’re useless as a friend. You take my weed, you don’t pay me, and you can’t hook me up with any of your friends.”

Ghost laughed, shaking his head. “I don’t think I was useless when I got you out of trouble… what was it, now, 13 times?”

Jason huffed and muttered something in response that sounded something like “it was only twelve, you cheeky bastard”. Semantics. However, they both then went silent and Ghost could feel his ribs exposed, again, the weight yanking at them.

So, he distracted himself by opening the bag and inspecting around in it, glad to see a couple pills in there, too. Nothing too hard, but enough that if it got really bad, Ghost had a way to escape for a few hours. Jason knew him well.

“They wouldn’t happen to be open relationships, right?”

“Jason.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jason snorted and then looked down at the ground, again. “How bad is it, this time?”

Ghost wasn’t sure how to best answer. It wasn’t like his family dying, where all he thought about was ending it every minute of every day. Don’t get him wrong, he was considering it, but… no. This time, he was just exhausted, every day. He was so unbelievably exhausted. He didn’t know how he was going to make it to the end of the year without Soap.

If he didn’t have the letters forcing him to go week to week, he wouldn’t.

“It’s just as bad, but in a different way.” Ghost sighed, leaning his head back to rest it against the building. “It’s… a suffocating grief. Like I have no oxygen, not like I’m on fire like last time.”

Jason didn’t answer, remaining silent for a bit before straightening again. “I have to go. I have more stuff to deliver. I’ll see you in a few weeks?”

“‘Course.” Ghost agreed, since he’d likely burn through it by then.

“Get some sleep, Simon.” Jason sighed, waving at him before walking off.

Ghost grunted when he was gone, since all he did was sleep. Hey, he wasn’t going to do anything else, though.

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daddyy333 · 1 year

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Headache | Steve Harrington x y/n

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word count: 0.6k

warnings: I wrote this a little while ago so I might’ve forgot some things but reader has a headache/migraine, I think reader gets nauseous, ?

summary: y/n has a really bad headache but Steve is more than happy to help it go away

You’ve had this dull headache all day long. It’s been really irritating you all day and you were going to try to get medicine during your lunch break but you completely forgot until the headache got worse and you knew you were too busy to get a break.

Now, you’re home and you didn’t do anything for the last 30 minutes but bury your face in the pillow and try to wish the headache away. Sure, you could get up and go get medicine but you’re so tired and you honestly feel a little lightheaded and nauseous so you’re sure this is the end for you.

“Bubba! I’m home!” Steve said as he came in. You whimpered and he called for you again but you knew yelling would make it worse. A few minutes later he came in and said “hey, are you alright?”

You were kinda curled up and your breathing seemed a little irregular so there had to be something wrong. “I just…I’ve had this headache all day and it got worse after lunch and now I’m nauseous and I feel really dizzy” you whispered, eyes squeezed shut as you sighed.

He kissed your head softly as he gently massaged your head and said “you feel a little warm, baby. I think you might be getting sick or something. You should really eat something and drink some water and take some medicine” “I’m…I’m not sick I just need this headache to go away”

He gently encouraged you to move your head so you could look at him and you sighed, a small pout on your lips. He smiled a little and said “come on, honey. Why don’t you just do it incase?” “Ok fine” you said and closed your eyes, the light bothering you more than usual.

He noticed and said “oh…babe, you have a migraine” “mm mm…I don’t have migraines” you whispered and groaned, you just wanted the pain to go away. Steve sighed and got up, turning off the light and grabbing the medicine and the water as well as your leftover pasta from a restaurant you ate at the other day.

“Hi, beautiful. You gotta eat so you can take medicine” he said and you took a deep breath. He sat in front of you again and said “come on, baby. It’ll make you feel better, I know it” He helped you sit up and gently tied your hair in a loose braid to keep it out of the way.

“When did you learn how to braid?” You asked quietly and he smiled. He set the plate on your lap and said “I want to learn for nights when you’re too lazy to do it yourself since I know you like to sleep in them sometimes. Robin and Nancy helped me learn” You smiled and said “you’re a good boyfriend”

“I hope so,” he said, urging you to take a few sips of water. You ate pretty slowly, trying to wish the nausea away and thankfully it did kinda go away as you kept drinking the water and eating little by little.

“Good girl, now take these,” he said and you blushed a little. You took some medicine and rested against him, turning over and cuddling into his chest. He smiled and started massaging your head softly, whispering sweet nothings to you.

You sighed and said “thanks for taking care of me” “of course, princess. You’re probably stressed and that could’ve caused it, maybe you should try and use some sick days or something so you can rest” he said and you smiled lightly.

You hummed, drawing little patterns and shapes on his ribs with your hand. You started to feel sleepy as time passed and the medicine helped numb the pain a little. He kissed your head and said “get some rest, bubba. You need it” “I love you…so much, Steeb” you said and he chuckled. He shook his head and said “I love you more, y/n/n”

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optimist-pine · 2 years

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The rise turtles react to the reader being a bad chef?

A/n: Thanks for the request!

Word Count: 622

Warnings: none

Leo:

• Leo's not too great of a cook himself

• he doesn't regularly catch things on fire, but it has happened

• Mikey will flip out when he finds out what the two of you have done to his kitchen

• Leo reassures him (falsely) that you'll clean everything up after you're finished

• nothing ends up back in the right place

• maybe your downfall is that when you cook together you end up trying to get "creative" and it totally backfires

• nobody eats your leftovers

• heck, you won't even eat it when it's fresh

• they have a family intervention on what to do about your kitchen privileges

• the settle on revoking your stovetop and oven use

• this doesn't stop the two of you from using things when no one is around or everyone else is asleep though

• another intervention happens impromptu when the fire alarm goes off in the middle of the night

Raph:

• it takes him too long to finally come clean

• but he must have suffered one too many burnt and gooey dishes

• he has never eaten worse food and he literally grew up in a sewer

• he offers to help you in the future

• you work your way through mastering one dish at a time, remaking each until Mikey approves

• Raph is an average cook, so he improves right alongside you

• more often than not his brothers join you and it ends up being a group cooking session

• don't feel offended if someone is usually looking over your shoulder

• they're just genuinely concerned for everyone's safety

• over time your cooking must improve - either that, or Raph just isn't affected by your cooking anymore since he starts choosing to eat your leftovers

Donnie:

• cooking is science, right?

• it's measurements and reactions and exact numbers

• Donnie's not a bad cook, and he's decent at adding a little flare

• but your cooking... What in the world?

• there are now labels and warnings on many things in the kitchen discerning what you are and are not allowed to touch

• he believes that someday you might accidently poison someone

• after one particularly horrible disaster he temporarily programmed the kitchen to not even allow you in

• you did almost set the kitchen on fire so that's fair

• you secretly try hard to perfect one of Donnie's favorite foods, and its good enough he thinks it's takout

• he allows you access to the kitchen again with the stipulation that that is the only thing you are allowed to make unsupervised

Mikey:

• simultaneously finds you endearing and maddening

• like how in the world are you capable of - for the love of - how hard is it to follow directions

• he immediately organizes regular cooking lessons for you

• you work on memorizing measurements and various terms used in recipes and eventually work your way up to taste testing

• props to him; he's a really patient teacher. he's gonna need it

• his brothers love it because they are constantly delicious leftovers in the fridge

• if you're feeling brave you'll make something for him out of the blue to surprise him

• he's always supportive of course, but he says he's not lying when he says you've improved

• but the more you cook together, the more he can't help but love when you spill something or put in the wrong ingredient or set off the fire alarm

• it's a pleasant hazard

• also you both love to watch cooking shows and yell at the tv like people do with sports

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dotster001 · 1 year

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The Sorcerer's Fiance Pt 2

Summary:Simeon x gn!reader. Solomon fears Simeon is trying to take his fiance. Simeon is just scared for Solomon.

CW: Verbally abusive Solomon (but less so than the last chapter) definitely not healthy Solomon with not healthy boundaries and not healthy posessiveness

A/N: so....this got long so there will be a part three 😂 yay

Part One Part Three

"What do you intend to do with my fiance?"

Simeon stiffened. "I…nothing. I'm not-"

"Please!" Solomon growled, the air growing charged with electricity. "Don't think for a second you ever fooled me about your feelings for them! Listen to me angel," he gripped Simeon by the chin. "Y/N is mine."

"Sol, I can't find the spare sheets."

Both men heard your voice at the top of the stairs. As you came into view, Simeon couldn't help but marvel at how quickly Solomon was able to return to "normal".

"Second drawer in the guest room dresser, darling," he said calmly.

"Thanks," you smiled down at the two of them. "It's so nice that all of us are together again."

"Yeah," angel and human alike had the same answer for you.

"Kay, off to bed for real this time, night!"

You disappeared again, and Solomon turned to Simeon expectantly.

"Well?"

"You asked me to take Y/N out. So I did. End of story. I just want to help you, Solomon."

"Bullshit."

"Solomon, you're being ridiculous."

"I really don't think I am," he turned on his heel, and made his way up the stairs. "Tread carefully, angel. And keep those hands to yourself."

Simeon silently watched him ascend the stairs, before releasing a pent up breath.

….

"You promised Asmo you'd be there," you said with a sigh. You didn't seem surprised at all by this turn of events, just sad.

Simeon and Luke both remained silent as they continued to eat their breakfasts. Simeon hadn't told Luke about the situation, but Luke was smart enough to know when to not interfere.

"And I will be there! I just have to see Maddi first," Solomon said.

You looked unconvinced, as you pushed your unfinished plate towards Luke, who added your leftover pancakes to his pile.

"I will! I promise! It won't take long, plus Luke and Simeon will keep you company…"

"But you promised you'd be there…"

"And I will be! Maddi just-"

"Whatever," you stood up. "Luke and Simeon, I will see you both in the foyer when you're ready to go."

Then you stormed out.

"What does Maddi have for you?" Luke asked innocently.

Solomon smiled kindly. Maybe you were right. Maybe some of him was still there.

"I've been working on a project, and the great witch Maddi says she has something that will help."

"I thought she hated Y/N though. Will she really help you? Will what she has make you less sick?" Luke said, blue eyes staring expectantly at Solomon.

Solomon looked at Simeon with a raised eyebrow, but Simeon was just staring at Luke.

"What do you mean, 'make him less sick', Luke?" Simeon asked, having not mentioned the sorcerer's condition to him.

"Well, he just doesn't feel well," Luke picked at his pancakes instead of making eye contact. "And you look tired, you're not sick with something bad, right?"

Luke was starting to cry now. Normally, Simeon would react immediately. But he needed to see how Solomon reacted.

Solomon stood quickly and moved to kneel next to Luke's chair.

"Hey, hey, look at me," he said softly, grabbing one of his tiny hands in his own. "Yeah, Maddi has found some medicine for me, and once I get it, things will get better."

"Really?" Luke sniffle.

"Really," Solomon promised. "Now how about you go find Y/N. It's supposed to be even colder today, so they'll find you something warm to put on for Asmo's concert."

Luke hugged Solomon close, and then nodded, before moving to find you.

Solomon remained kneeling on the floor, gazing at the door, before sighing.

"Don't look at me like that."

"I'm not looking at you like anything," Simeon hummed, as he stood.

"Don't give me that," Solomon snapped. "Once Maddi and I have our chat, I'll be at the concert. You won't even miss me."

He stood as well, adjusting his cape, before giving a stern glare.

"Try not to steal my fiance before I get there, if you would be so kind," he said, before vanishing from the room.

Simeon snapped his fingers, and the breakfast plates cleaned and stacked themselves, before joining you and Luke on the foyer.

…..

"Can I use this one?" He pulled out a clearly handmade scarf from the closet.

"Absolutely. I made it for Sol, but he never uses it, so you're welcome to keep it if you want," you said, trying to sound disinterested.

Simeon hesitated, before putting on the scarf.

"It looks great on you!" Luke said excitedly, as you finished tying his own scarf.

You looked up and smiled sadly. "It really does."

You walked over to him and, with shaky hands, tied the scarf neatly around his neck.

"Like it was made for you," you whispered.

You then sighed heavily, before putting on a cheery smile.

"I'm sorry for bringing the mood down. We're gonna have lots of fun at the concert, with or without Sol!"

…..

"He's not coming, is he."

Asmo stated it as a fact.

"He said he'd-"

"Look Luke, he always says he'll be here and he never shows. I don't know why I even invite him anymore."

"Cause otherwise he wouldn't let me come?" You spoke up.

"True," Asmo sighed. "Damn, Y/N, you're so lucky, you guys have the easy part of a pact."

You and Simeon shared an unconvinced smirk.

"I mean, you don't constantly need my or my brother's validation, right? We need our master's validation all the time. Sol is really starting to wear on me."

"Am I not enough?" You pouted.

Asmo giggled and pressed a chaste kiss to your temple, "Always. I'm so happy you're here. Hopefully you three have a great time! I'll get you some mech afterwards…Chihuahua, you're an xxxs, right?"

"I'm not a Chihuahua! And I've grown to a small, thank you very much" Luke shouted, before getting into a "battle" with Asmo.

Simeon took the opportunity to whisper in your ear.

"He wouldn't let you come?"

"Can we not talk about this now?" You said a little firmer than you had meant to, but it still failed to distract from your eyes beginning to water.

Simeon nodded, and hoped you didn't notice his clenched jaw.

….

As both you and Asmo had predicted, Sol did not show at the concert. But you all had a great time, then went to a restaurant, then parted with Asmo for the night after taking a selfie in your new merch.

When you returned to your house, Solomon was standing in the foyer with an enraged look on his face.

"Simeon, put Luke to bed please. Then come see me, we need to have a little chat."

Simeon made his way up the stairs, trying to remain as calm as possible so as not to scare Luke. He prayed nothing horrible would happen while he did this.

….

"How was Maddi's?" You asked, recognizing the aura coming off your fiance. It was only a matter of time before his eyes were black and he wasn't him.

He relaxed a little, before pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

"Very productive, actually. You see, she helped me realize something."

Suddenly he was kissing you. No matter what about him changed, his kisses always remained the same. Sweet. Innocent. Longing.

He pulled away, seeming relaxed.

"You see, I don't need a pact with Lucifer. I just need one with you."

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missguomeiyun · 1 month

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Homecooking [March ed]

Hiiiiii~

Rolling into spring with some spring rolls xD sorry, that was bad :P

Nothing much this month, I would say. Weather getting warmer. Sun out for longer. .. etc. I did a sketch of my favourite short tracker this season: Kim Gun Woo of Korea. I am watching a Kdrama called The Impossible Heir. Started strong, I caught up . .. & then the female lead kinda got on my nerves. I'm not familiar with her acting profile; however, I'm not sure how she got casted for this role. Were there no other options?! Anyway, you watch for yourself (& maybe let me know!).

I ate out several times this month as well. In fact, I've eaten out the most number of times this month since the pandemic lol it's an achievement. Will work on those posts after this one! But for now. ..

The carbonara Samyang spicy chicken noodles WITHOUT the spicy chicken sauce. I've added some baby bokchoy, tofu & kimchi with it.

Kimchi pancake- I'm trying diff batters. This one was unsuccessful so I won't share. It was so. .. 'hard' =/

Homemade wontons with noodles & baby bokchoy.

Yes. .. more bokchoy -.-" this was thick rice noodles with hot pot fatty beef slices. Threw in some soup seaweed as well.

Pasta - for dinner, then leftovers for lunch the next day.

Also the carbonara Samyang spicy chicken noodles but without the sauce xD I keep the sauce for hotpots & stuff now.

Bro made fried chicken using a new batter recipe. It was alright.

"A little bit of everything" rice noodles - bean curd, bokchoy, napa cabbage (it's so pale in colour that you can't even see it), soup seaweed, kimchi, chicken. .. in a deonjang jjigae base.

Yeah I know, it's expired but it was still good. I smelled it haha I ate the Korean franchise congee recently ("Bon-juk" brand) & I was inspired to create something similar. I used this expired soybean paste soup sauce with another Hmart product that I've eaten before, instant vegetable-flavoured congee, & cooked the two together!

& it became this ^ soybean paste congee. It was actually very good! I had a little taste test while cooking it & it was way too salty (the instant congee pack is seasoned) so I added regular rice to it & more water . .. I essentially diluted out the contents. Ended up with way too much product lol oh well, leftovers, right? This was super successful. I would recommend it, especially if you wanna make a bigger batch & save some for later or if you are feeding 3-4 ppl.

That's all~ Bye byeeee~~

PS: I visited the Stanley A Milner (downtown) library for the 1st time since the renos were finished. I don't exactly know when the renos were done as I don't travel to that area often. ..

The atrium area between 2nd and 3rd level, feat. my nieces.

The facility was actually really nice! I remember spending time here when I was in high school . .. it was sooooo dim & the place was so old-looking. The most amount of time I was here was during extended essay writing period.. . had to read, write notes, & cite references for my paper, which was on Sun Yat-sen lol I don't recall the title of my paper anymore...been too long! But yeah. The library is very good-looking, with some really cool areas. The crowd. .. ughhh.. There was a strong security presence, which was good, I guess, but the amount of questionable ppl was also abundant. Sometimes I wonder if having a security gate/bag xray machine at the door would be a good idea. Of course, I acknowledge the fact that it's a "public" library but I also think measures should be taken to make all members of the public feel safe. Then again, if such measure was applied to a library, malls should get it too? *shrugs* Let's just say the facility was upgraded BIG time but the population hasn't changed.

Off I go to work on other things now :P seeeee ya!

#food #lunch #dinner #i cook sometimes #noodles

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da-proti-toku-grem · 1 month

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*breaks down door* DELIVERY BELONGING 2 ONE JURE N JAN LOVING GIRLY/gn N WONDERFUL WRITER CALLED MACA!! :DD

*🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁*

(Jan/Jure! beach date cuz I miss summer N im running out of ideas 4 the perfect date series + my brain is FRIED from working on moodboards N homeschool stuff all day so there’s no tale 2 be told this time srry 😭) BUT I do feel like putting my friends out of their misery with how much they listen 2 me yapping about our silly pretty lil Slovenians N since were all batshit insane over them here maybe rambling 2 U isn’t a bad idea (U don’t gotta read if It gets super long :3) Jure was my original bby when I first found them almost a whole year ago on my birthday,him N Bojan were the ones that caught my attention when they came on N made me drop a perfectly good slice of leftover birthday cake on the carpet N blush like crazy ☺️.Then once I was pretty familiar with the band I started becoming a Jan girly/gn aswell which started my love 4 the two as a pairing (all the nights I scrolled Pinterest 4 photos of them together N binged a bunch of vids still keep me up 😵‍💫) cuz their so PRETTY N GORGEOUS N SWEET N ADORABLE N SILLY N mmmmmmmhhhhhhhhh *melts into a vaguely Gengar plushie shaped puddle* all the gig footage we’ve been getting has made me fall even harder 4 them both (I’m the reason all those Joker Out edit complications have so many f4n views) but in a way they saved me,not just them but mostly them ykyk b4 I was being homeschooled the one I went 2 was shit N I would always head straight 2 tumblr so I could see my boys once I got home,watching the Carpe diem series N welcome to the backstage eps over N over again cuz just seeing my darlings smile made me giggle N kick my feet N twirl my hair (how could I not when they look like THAT *grabby hands*) I can’t remember how many times I’ve questioned my sexuality over them N the whole band until I finally realised my ass doesn’t just like girls N I’ll always be glad I found them N this crazy lil fandom when I did cuz this place is like a famliy N their our home,4 whoever long we got with them N maybe even forever <33333

Hey!! (About the text) Yeah I totally get you, they were totally what saved me at the end of my last year of high school last year. I discovered them when the stress was starting to become too much and they helped me a lot to keep going. And then when I started uni I felt like shit every day (that's why I ended up dropping out - bc: 1. I didn't like what I was doing, and 2. My mental health was is shit rn and I prefer to focus on that) and the only thing that kept me from going absolutely insane was going on tumblr and talk/see people talking about these silly little slovenian men so... yeah :) this fandom truly feels like home to me too <33

(About the moodboard) I absolutely LOVE IT!!!!!! Like, I saw this yesterday at night when you sent the ask and I loved the idea so much that I ended up writing a little fic 🤭 I was waiting until I finished writing to post the ask and the fic at the same time, but I finished at 2am (oops 😅), so I'm queueing both for the morning :3 🩷

#i'll update with the link as soon as it's posted hehe #take it as a gift for you given that you always send me all these beautiful moodboards :) <33 #joker out #jan peteh #jure maček #jan/jure #the two kitties of joker out <3 #moodboard #ask #mine #maca speaks #q

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scoops404 · 8 months

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Droncert report!!

Okay this got long so, it's under the cut <3

Hi, it's me! Okay well, here's a little anecdote from me. I'll walk you guys through the whole shebang. I worked all day Wednesday and then packed up, grabbed my dog, and drove an hour to my parents house in the suburbs so I could leave Padme there (my dog, Padme Amidala). Got there pretty late (wanted to miss traffic), went to bed trying to sleep early, knowing I needed to be up early enough to make it Orlando with plenty of time. The plan was to have enough time to take a quick nap when I got to my hotel.

Padme woke me up like 3 times throughout the night to go potty (I think a bit of leftover anxiety, she always knows when something's happening, when I pack a suitcase lol). Anyway, didn't sleep very well because of that. BUT!!! I found an awesome audiobook to listen to by Naomi Novik called "Uprooted" and it's so good but so long and I'm still listening to it. Fun fact, Naomi Novik is astolat on ao3 and started ao3 and I adore her.

I only stopped once for like 20 minutes to get gas and to text my discord that I made it to Florida, and I just kinda cruised getting more and more excited (but also anxious) -- got to the hotel. The check in girls were like oh you're just here for a night, what are you doing? and i was like okay well, don't judge me, BUTTT... and they were really sweet that I drove in for one night for a concert. ANYWAY, got to my room, took a much needed shower, texted KB to figure out where she is (KB, for those of you who don't know is one of the kindest people in the fandom, an older fan, but SOOO lovely with comments and spreading positivity, etc and I'm lucky enough to be in a discord with her and we realized we were both going so we figured we'd meet up. If she wasn't going, I probably wouldn't have gone, so I really owe her)

KB walked me through getting there, parking, picking up my ticket, etc. So i ended up getting there around 4ish. Got a corndog and took two bites before it broke (sad) and then went and found KB. She was in line with the other fans who got there at noon, and I could already see the VIP line and catbeanies everywhere lol. It was so cute!

Then, I knew Leah thievesluck had made a cat beanie for me so I wanted to meet up with her. She's sooo nice and has always been really kind online and that definitely transferred into real life. She was standing in the VIP line with puppybird and kyrankat (kkmbrly as I think of her) who were also both incredibly kind and we got to talk fics and writing and reading lol.

Back with KB, the girl in line behind me (she had to be like 18 but i am so bad with ages on people now) was really sweet and getting excited when new fans would walk by to join the end of the line. She had gathered the little group around us and everyone was talking about their favorite things and passing around chargers and bracelets. It was really sweet! She mentioned Ira snowdrmr who is one of my friends in the writing sphere and I DM'd Ira really quick to be like omg someone said something so sweet about you (because my favorite thing to do is spread when someone says something nice about one of my friends or one of their fics, lol)

Once the VIPs got in, they moved our line up to in front of the house of blues and put a water thing at the front, so we got a few shots of water, which was really thoughtful. Everyone was checking twitter and looking at the pictures of Dream and George arriving, and later when Sapnap arrived. The girl in front of me was a bit older (maybe 22ish? once, again, bad with names) but she had really lovely purple highlights in her hair and she was on a twitter space. Someone behind us passed glowsticks up so I put one around my neck like a necklace. I can't stress enough how sweet everyone was being and like safe and secure in a group of people who all love dream. No one made me feel weird for being older, which was appreciated haha.

Anyway, so then it starts raining... yikes. People shared umbrellas with strangers and I turned my back to the rain and just let it hit my back and so I was fine. I think they let us in a little early because of the rain (if so, thank you!) so we went in and got very good spots, dead center, and like halfway back. For two hours fans kept each other entertained by writing things on their phones and holding them up and then everyone would cheer. It was really quite (thought tbr it got a little annoying after a while but i am OLD and my patience was wearing thin after driving all day on no sleep and very little food, so I knew i was just being cranky so i let it go)

KB was the first person to spot manager Ken and then like ten minutes later everyone else did, and then we entertained ourselves watching people play rock paper scissors with him from the balcony. From our spot halfway up, we couldn't see much of the balcony but we could see him on our left (stage left?) and later, I spotted hannah on the other side. Very proud of the fact that I was the first person to see Hannah and then everyone else kinda picked up on it and made her a bit uncomfortable with the attention (oops - but also, that was during the droncert, and this was before still).

The DJ comes on and it turns out he's a friend of Yung Gravy which is kinda cute, then, that Dream had him come on. He made a power point for us and it was called "Drorlando" where he wrote some things about the city and then we jammed for thirty minutes and got all hyped.

I heard rumblings of maybe drantis being there? I thought it was weird. A girl around me tried to call the venue, I saw online later that might have worked? Seems weird to pay money to go see a guy you like, but okay? Also, yall, i am SO nosy like i was in my element eavesdropping on everyone, it's one of my favorite things to do and when you're packed that tightly, there's no room for secrets.

AND THEN...

Dream came on and it was magical. My first impression, I'm so sorry to say and it's with all the love in my entire heart, but his head is massive. Like it's so big. I didn't think much of it in pictures but standing twenty feet from him, it's a big head. And I love him so much. The cat beanies being too small makes so much sense now. It's a big head and a lot of curls and he looked amazing and sounded amazing and I love him. This was my main takeaway because it shocked me so much, but he looked great. He's a big dude. (I also had this thought when I met Dan and Phil years ago, like they're bigger IRL than on screens - something about when you can see them in relation to your own size, it makes sense somehow?)

Anyway, the concert went about like I thought! You could tell he was definitely live singing at points because 1) the mic but also 2) he would stop in the middle of the stage and close his eyes like he was really focusing on it. ((Once again saying this with all the love in my heart and I have no problem with it because it's a live show and I'd rather have a good show than 100% real authentic vocals the entire time, but it was clear there was parts with the track playing. But also, I noticed this at the Taylor Swift concert so once again, I don't care, but I did want to point it out that the times he was clearly live singing were VERY good. He sang parts of Panic Attack for us with no music or backing or anything and then we sang it back, and that sounded really really good, so, grain of sand and all that))

We played games in between some songs, which I liked because the EP is only like 19 minutes and even with the added songs, none of them are like long rambling songs, so it was fine with me to add some fun elements. [this is where he went to change his clothes and for a few seconds in between with nothing to keep our attention, I spotted Hannah]. Quickly, though, Sapnap came out and we had to pick the correct Dream and I'm very happy to announce that I knew right away which Dream was *our* Dream. It did make me wonder who the guys were under the other masks but whatever

There was another bit later with balls in the audience and we were supposed to put them in the basket for the song we wanted, slowed down version of Slow Down versues sped up version of Everest (which he had just played so we were all kinda eager for the song we hadn't heard yet) he said "balls" really funny and we laughed at him, and then he told us we sucked at the game later, which was funny and definitely something only our Dream would say to us. Like it's hard to imagine JLo playing a concert and telling her fans they suck at something and them liking it, lol, it was funny.

There were a couple times he sat down which was bad for me because I couldn't see him, but the pictures I've seen since then looked awesome.

Anyway, I spent my time singing along and recording the songs my friends definitely wanted to see all the while my phone battery dropped down below 10%. I also was trying to make eye contact and let him know he was doing great (like a fun auntie lmao) and I think it worked once or twice -- i was like dead center and halfway back and I'm kinda tall so he might have seen me.

And then he announced he was done (a lie, we all know concerts go like that) and we chanted for him to come back, and THEN we chanted for GeorgeNotFound lmao and then he came back out and announced he had 3 more songs and then announced "gogy" and I recorded that song and omgggg it was so funny. Later I put that one on twitter because i focused EXCLUSIVELY on George like the simp I am. Panic Attack and Trust Issues were both also really cool and I think I'll have to listen back later and let the lyrics take me tf out but when he got to the part of trust issues he hadn't finished and literally sang "i didn't finish these lyrics here" it was very funny and painfully Dream, like so endearing.

Anyway, that's all I can report back on the actual event itself. Very fun! I met up with Pondsofkoi right after the droncert and then I was about dead tired from driving all day, no food, very little water, a ball of anxiety in my chest all day, and standing for hours, so I went back to my hotel and passed tf out. Woke up the next morning and drove home and then made my parents feed me while I picked up Padme.

And here I am! Oh, and I did watch the twitch part of sapnap's stream last night which was fun

I do want to say, I love Dream so much. I admire him because he doesn't do anything halfway. He puts his entire Dreamussy into everything and anything he does and he doesn't stop until it's as excellent as he can make it. He's innovative and charismatic, and I just think he has the biggest heart (and head lol) in the world. He could have easily become bitter after the way he's been treated, could have become acerbic and rude and closed off, but instead, he's open and loving, and kind, and overflowing with creativity.

#droncert #scoops live from the scene #except later

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