#and i don't feel anything. and i'm tired of putting myself through hell to survive

[realdyke]

honestly i can't even fucking cap anymore

[satubby]

Heyyy❤️ writer,Your yandere concept of Ryu Si O was amazing.I literally loved it. I request you infact beg😭you to write a hot smut between Ryu Si O & his S/O which would also serve as the 2nd part of the yandere concept.Hope you'll write more amazing stuffs.I'm eagerly waiting for your updates.

Hello my beloved reader, I'm sorry for answering your question... so late but you know, I have school exams in a few months so I stayed away from the Internet. But I hope you like this NSFW scenario of Ryu Shi-oh, something yandere hehe.

Author's Notice: As such, this is told from the POV of our beloved Ryu Shi-oh....

'Baby, eyes don't lie.... Cause I know I love you' — <Based on the song: Eyes don't lie by Isabel Larosa>

If we were honest, the first time I saw you, it was in the worst conditions, both prisoners of our environment. Your smile did not flank even though you will receive blows, I insulted you and kicked you in those cells of Pavel where darkness was our days.

I thought you were a fool, I cursed you for months when you gave me hugs or smiled like a stupid despite your wounds, I was years before you in this crappy cell I called home.... In fact, I don't even know if it could be called that. I did not understand in those moments that those feelings unknown to me, would be the ones that torment me to this day.

That at some point I began to love you, even though we lived like animals struggling to survive, at some point it was comforting to know that you would live another day by my side.

I don't know at what point we began to embrace each other.... I don't know at what moment I opened my shell to you that had been closed so as not to show weakness, at what moment we both began to long for each other? When emotions were forbidden in that hell where freedom was a luxury and living a necessity.

I thought we could escape, that we would be happy out of that place, so I followed the foolish plan of the one I considered my friend at that time, but he was not, a simple rat who betrayed me as soon as he could.

I remember that day when we ran away, we left behind that hellish past but still both you and that bastard were caught, you cried smiling while you pushed me to escape, I did not want to but you begged me.... I saw with my eyes how you 'died' and that ugly image remained in my memories.

Then I wandered aimless until I discovered that the bastard I once called a friend was alive.

Somehow I forced myself to return with the uncertain hope that you were alive... Until at some point, I became that puppet that Pavel wanted so much, all because I was tied to those feelings for you.

Looking for you, I managed to rise to a little stronger and more influential, until that bastard told me that in fact, if you lived and that only made me angry, all those years they could have sent you to me but you were my leash... A strap that was tightening me until it burst when I saw you again 12 years later.

Unfortunately, due to the trauma, when we met again, you had already forgotten about me, yet I did not give up and hugged you until I got tired because deep down, I had clung to the feeling of loving you ... This love that burned, crushed and tortured me with longing made me have mixed feelings.

But for you, I killed and crushed those who crossed my path, I swore I would make Pavel pay for the hell they had put us in, not for anything from now on you were living normally thanks to my efforts.

And now here, feeling your curves on my hands, our lips colliding in desire and despair. I have longed for you so much, I struggled to find you... At what point did your kisses become my addiction? I don't know, because at this point I only wish our paths don't separate.

Your tongue dances with mine, our clashing hips echo in the hot air of the luxurious room. Lust runs through me, my sweat mingles with yours, I know well that our love is a luxury, I know it's wrong to have feelings when I'm still Pavel's puppet, but right now I just want to be Ryu Shi Oh— That little boy who became more than a man, a hungry beast seeking to devour everything and become strong just to find you, the one who loves you and only lives for you. My revenge comes from loving you, I would make them pay for the cruelty they would have put us through.

Our hips echo in the air of the lustful room, your pussy presses against my cock and your juices only make me want to fuck you even more. My hips twitch as you let out gasping moans, your cheeks red with arousal make me smile possessively, I love you with passion and although for years I have been swallowing this bitterness for the feelings that I still did not have clear, I can't take it anymore... You are like the drug that makes me stronger.

"Ryu.... Ahhhh~ I love you so much, you know that... so don't suffer for me anymore, please already��� Let's stop with this silly revenge" You let out an agitated sigh trying to find the right words in between lust laden gasps. I know you want me to stop this, but I don't want to be a puppet anymore, I don't want to see you suffer.

I don't want you to be the leash that ties me to Pavel, I don't want to know that you are not just mine, that those bastards could kill you if they wanted to and I couldn't rebel.

Because I know we both hang on the pendulum between life and death constantly under Pavel's strings.

"I love too," I whisper between gasps, feeling your warmth enveloping my cock, your lips tasting like peaches, almost feeling like I'm eating a forbidden but longed-for fruit.

Our bodies move in perfect harmony, fueled by desire and a deeper connection that transcends mere lust.

And despite your pleas that sound more like moans, constantly begging me to stop my erratic movements— I can't help but revel in the pleasure coursing through my veins.

It's as if every caress, every moan, brings us closer to some kind of resolution: an end to the pain and torture that has plagued us both.... Sometimes I think maybe I'm just selfish and that these fantasies of love are only to avoid facing my fears, especially that question that was running through my mind.

You felt the same way about me? I can't help but get angry at the thought that other men have looked at you while locked in that cell where you were treated like a sack of meat.

However, even though I lose myself at this moment, a part of me is still aware of the danger we face under Pavel's watchful eye. But for now, in the midst of this whirlwind of ecstasy, I choose to ignore that dark cloud hovering over me. Instead, I focus solely on you and the boundless love that keeps me sane.

Scratching your back with my nails and you equally with mine, I roll my eyes as I lose myself in the pleasure coursing through my body. Your moans ignite something primal inside me, fueling my lust. Feeling your pussy clenching around me drives me deeper, losing myself completely in the moment. The pleasure intensifies, erasing any sense of time or reason. I thrust harder, wanting nothing more than to give you everything you desire right now.

Our bodies are drenched in sweat and we writhe like dancers in an erotic ballet telling the story of our eternal connection. You whisper sweet words in my ear, filling my heart with warmth despite the cold darkness around us.

Your words pierce through my armor and reach parts of me I thought lost forever.You whimper asking me to stop, but it's not enough, I'm addicted to your scent.

Your breasts are like dough between my hands, my lips collide against your rosy breasts and my tongue plays with those hard buttons because of the lust that emanates from your body. I don't know how much time passed, but we reached our climax, both clinging to our hands.

Like a beast I devoured everything in you— I licked, scratched, bit and fucked you to exhaustion as our bodies became a sticky, sweaty mess. In the end I only know that I love you, that I am possessive and will not let others have you, you are mine and you .... you were fine with that. Years of suffering were worth it or at least that's how it feels to me.

We fell into each other's arms and before we fainted, you whispered an "I love you" and I can only answer you by looking into your sleepy eyes, running my hands through your hair and kissing your forehead. I love you, so much that a scale would not be enough to weigh my love for you ...

Because baby, my eyes don't lie when they tell you that you're mine!

[daryl-dixons-wife2211]

SURVIVING TOGETHER

Daryl Dixon X f!reader

Chapter 1:Invisible strings

When I moved to Georgia, I didn't expect to be living in Hell. I moved under the impression that I could reinvent myself amongst the peach trees and the southern hospitality. Instead I'm cowering in my van with my dogs, listening to the sound of the end of the world- the sound of the walking dead.

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I shouldn't have made so much noise. I thought we were safe out in the woods, but each day that goes by is a harsh reminder that nowhere is safe- nowhere. I'm out of breath from running, but my two dogs and I managed to make it to the van without being eaten alive. The only thing is, now the van is surrounded by the dead. The dogs, a five year old husky and his German shepherd little brother, are perfectly still and I try to mimic their silence. The windows are shrouded by curtains that I'm glad I hung yesterday. Maybe if we're quiet, they'll go away? I'm at least hoping that's the case. I'm still trying to learn the rules for these freaks.

Hours pass as I lie low, but the dead persist, their relentless scratching becoming almost rhythmic. Amidst the chorus of frogs and rustling leaves, their dreadful moans are all I can focus on. After a while, the scratching seems to lessen, but there's still at least 5 of them surrounding the van. I'm too tired to care anymore- I'm not going anywhere soon and neither are they, so I finally close my eyes to attempt at least a nap. The peace is fleeting, lasting all of 3 minutes before I can't take it anymore. I fling my eyes open. I guess we'll be here all night.

I sit for what feels like several more hours, thinking about what to do if these freaks aren't gone by morning. I'm about to start forming Plan F, when I feel the dogs start to perk up. I wouldn't pay much attention, if it weren't for their ears frantically swiveling like little satellites. They hear something, and it's not anything dead.

I sit up as much as I can, and try to peek through the corner of the window. About 30 feet away I see two figures hiding behind a couple trees. I watch as they stealthily bob and weave closer- one with a gun, the other with a crossbow. This could either be really bad, or my saving grace. The dogs get restless as the gun shots start to sound. They're being so good, so quiet, but I can feel the anxiety rising up in them.

More gunshots and a few arrows later, the dead are all...well...dead. I quietly grab a rifle I keep under the passenger seat, anticipating the worst. I can hear them now that the freaks aren't making noise. Those figures turn out to be two men- great. I prop the gun against my shoulder and listen as they start to argue.

"Who the hell cares? Let's move on." the shorter one with the crossbow says. "That damn van has somethin' in it. Why else would they be around it like that?" the second man bites back. I freeze. I did not like his tone- this is not going to be good. "The sons a'bitches are stupid. There's nothin' in there." the first man hurls back. I can't make out what the taller one replies, but whatever it was, it irritates his friend. The shorter one stomps over to the truck and I tense with fear and anticipation. Mumbling curses the whole way, he reaches the van and the dogs get into position, waiting for my command. The man puts his hand on the door handle and I place my finger firmly on the trigger. I take a deep breath in and the man rips the door open.

We both freeze, crossbow and rifle pointed at each other. He looks a little surprised, so I'm not sure he really expected to see anything, or anyone, in here- much less two big dogs. The dogs don't growl, which is unusual for them, but their bodies are still stiff with anticipation in case I give the signal to attack.

The man and I just look at each other. I can't read his expression, but he's not making any other move towards me, so I don't make any towards him. An unexpected stillness settles between us. The longer this goes on, the more I'm able to take him in and, quite frankly, he's gorgeous. Not like, Hemsworth brother gorgeous, but like, random stranger you cross paths with at a gas station gorgeous. Hot enough that it momentarily erases the danger I felt before. His eyes, a piercing blue, betray no malice. Men usually trigger some sort of fight or flight response from me, but not this one. I have no idea what makes me feel this way, but he seems...safe? He keeps staring deep into my eyes and I'm ensnared. Silently, he puts one finger to his lips, signaling for me to stay quiet. His steely blue eyes look me and the dogs up and down and he slowly lowers his crossbow. The way he's looking at me is so soft, so gentle. I can't tell what he's thinking, but against my better judgment, I lower my rifle. He looks so deep into my eyes I forget where I am, until, that is, I hear his friend yell "You find anything? What's in there?". I wait for the man to sell me out, but he doesn't. "Nah. Nothin' in here. Just a few empty beer cans" he calls out in the raspiest voice I've ever heard. I swear I even see him smirk a little as he closes the door and joins his friend. I watch out the window in disbelief as he fades into the night. After they're gone, it takes me until almost daybreak to settle back down. My mind races, and I can't stop thinking about it.

I get the feeling that man saved my life.

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A few days had passed and, thankfully, I hadn't crossed paths with the men again. That is, until the screaming started. I had been sprawled across the front seats of my van reading a book, my favorite in fact, when the shrill sound echoed amongst the trees. I drop my battered copy of Pride and Prejudice on the floorboard and jolt to a seated position. I was born with a crippling need for peace and justice, so deciding to investigate and potentially solve a problem for someone was a no-brainer. I hop out of the driver's seat and slide the van door open. Gesturing inside, I call for the dogs. Maverick and Kai both leap out of the woods, following my command. They leap in the back of the van and I slide the door shut, then climb back behind the wheel.

With all the echoing, I can't pinpoint the sound of the screams, so I just drive in the general direction. I find a dirt road that seems to be following the path nicely, so I hop onto that. I seem to be getting closer to the cries for help and soon come upon a circular clearing about an acre around. The screams all make sense now, as I gaze upon not just one person, but a whole group of people- the most I've seen since the world was engulfed into madness. Men, women, and even children are huddled back to back in a circle, surrounded by the dead freaks. They're fighting as hard as they can, but they're never going to make it. There's too many of them and they don't have very much to defend themselves with. Desperation is written all over their faces, but for me, this will be cake. I might even have time to read some more before it gets dark.

I drive further into the clearing and stop about 50 yards away. No one even notices me until I get out of the van, which, coincidentally for me right now, is actually a police van that I stole out of the Atlanta P.D. parking garage when everything went down. I've never gotten to use any of the toys inside it, so this will be fun. I slide the back door open and look my sweet boys in the eyes. "If you boys do a good job and help these people I'll give you both some peanut butter." I say, cradling their snouts in my hands. I let them jump down onto the grass and giggle as they wait, tails wagging furiously, for my command. "Alright boys- CAST".

The dogs speed off towards the group in peril as I work on turning the red and blue lights atop the van on. I grab the old iPod I scavenged and plug it up to the van's speaker system. At this point the dogs are running in circles between the scared people and the walkers that surround them. I watch as the people look stunned, but no less scared. I almost giggle to myself, as I think about how shocking the sight must be, but then I notice something. Amongst the group of people is the man with the crossbow. You've got to be kidding me- I haven't run into people in a week, how have I run into this man twice in 4 days?

I guess at this point I owe him one, so I'm filled with an even greater sense of need to help these people. I grab my iPod again and navigate to the first song I see, "American Idiot" by Green Day. I grab the hand held microphone connected to the van's megaphone and call out, "HEY FREAKS! OVER HERE!" I hit play on the song and turn the volume up to the max. It roars across the clearing, causing most of the undead to slowly turn and begin their crawl towards me. "Mav, look back. Kai, come by" I command the dogs, instructing Maverick to catch the stragglers and Kai to keep herding the main group as they limp towards me. I wait until the herd gets about halfway to the van before I turn it around and creep slowly away. The freaks have completely abandoned the frightened group and have eyes only for the flashing lights and music pouring out of the van speakers. Mission accomplished.

"Alright boys. Come here." I use the megaphone to call again. Maverick and Kai race back to the van and leap in through the side door I left open. "Good boys." I praise them. We drive off with the freaks following us, never letting them get too close. I shoot one last look at the group we just successfully saved. Their puzzled expressions amuse me, but I can't help but picture what would have happened if I wasn't there with just the right equipment at just the right time. I used to think the world was scary. Now, it's a living nightmare.

After 30ish minutes of driving the herd away, I decide to lose them and speed up, turning the lights off and the music down. I can't stop thinking about the man with the crossbow. I guess we're even now, but I don't want even. I want to figure him out- I want to be near him. Why do I feel this way? I should just be grateful I've survived another encounter with him and move on, but I have a gut feeling this won't be our last meeting. As I drive I think about his captivating eyes raking my body up and down and how I wish they'd do it again.

Looks like I was right. I do have enough time for another chapter before dark.

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I didn’t sleep well last night. Yesterday’s events have been replaying in my head relentlessly. I moved to Georgia to be alone. I wanted that. After everything I had gone through, I just needed space, but now I can’t help thinking about my family back home. Can’t help but wonder if they’re even alive, or if they faced a scene similar to what nearly happened to that group yesterday. Did they have someone looking out for them, too?

I should’ve been there for them. I shouldn’t have left. I’m trying not to beat myself up about it- after all, how was I supposed to know the world was going to end? The isolation is getting to me though- I just want my family back. I dry the tears that have been slowly running down my face for the past hour and look out amongst the woods from the tree I climbed and settled in earlier. I don’t know where the dogs have wandered off to, but I hope they’ve found themselves a rabbit or something. They wouldn’t eat yesterday, no matter how many times I tried to feed them the cans of spam and vienna sausages I had. It's almost like they know I don’t have much food left. I’m not really sure what my gameplan is out here, but I do know I don’t plan on outliving these dogs for very long. With my family being on the other side of the country, these sweet dogs are all I’ve got keeping me going right now.

My pity party is interrupted when I start hearing footsteps. My eyes scan the woods below until I see a man crouched behind a rock and rub my eyes again. I have to be seeing things, because there’s no way I have run into the crossbow man for a third time. I follow his line of sight and see the object of his fascination. It’s a deer, and a beautiful one at that. I watch as he lifts the scope to his eye and takes aim. He’s never going to make that- there’s too many trees, he doesn’t have a good vantage point, and there’s a slight breeze. He settles in, waits a few seconds, and pulls the trigger. His arrow goes soaring towards the animal, but hits a tree about 3 feet from it. “Dammit.” I hear him mutter to himself.

With little to no thought, I decide to do something crazy and aim my rifle at the deer. He’s going to need this deer for his group and I’ve got a perfect view. I line the shot up, take a breath, and pull the trigger. The deer goes down from an absolutely flawless shot, if I do say so myself. I quietly celebrate my success and look down to find the crossbow’d man is not only very surprised, but he’s not alone. I should’ve thought this through a little more.

I count about four men total. “Guess you guys weren’t holding me up after all. Which one of you just shot that?” my mystery man asks. The other three just stare at him. “We were together the whole time and none of us shot anything.” one man wearing a baseball jersey says, very nervously. “Where’s my brother? Must’ve been him then.” he surmises. The man with his shirt tucked in replied in a thick drawl, “He went to piss. Left his gun with us.” They all look at each other perplexed. Wordlessly, they all take up their respective weapons and start scanning around them. Three of them keep their eyesight level, but Crossbow Man starts scanning in the trees above. He must be a hunter. I quietly sigh- I didn’t really consider what might happen after I shot the deer. I guess I’m going to have to do a big reveal before Crossbow Man sees a dark figure in the tree and shoots me down. If I’m going to get shot I’d at least like credit for the deer first.

I grab my backpack I had lodged in between branches, toss my gun on my back, and make the descent. I’m almost completely down before they even hear my movements. They all whirl around and watch me plop on the ground. Only two of them have guns, but they’re both pointed at me, so I put my hands up in surrender. Crossbow Man, however, is looking at me with a mix of wonder and amusement, crossbow dangling at his side.

“Who the hell are you?” the one with the drawl demands. “Hey! It’s Green Day!” baseball jersey laughs. “What the hell are you talking about Glenn?” the same man questions. “She’s the one who saved us yesterday! The girl with the dogs!” Glenn says, getting more excited with every word.

“Why the random acts of kindness? What do you want? Where are the dogs?” the first man rapid fires questions, gun still drawn and taking a step towards me. All valid questions, but I don’t enjoy his vibe. Something about him seems off, but I can’t quite figure out what it is.

“Nothing- I swear. Look, I just saw your friend miss the shot and I had a clear view so I thought I’d help. I know you guys have kids. It’s not a big deal, really. I’ll leave now. The deer is all yo-” I get cut off by two long, low, disembodied growls. Dang it. The boys are back.

The men all jump and look like they’re about to pee themselves. One man even drops his gun. “Eeeeeasy boys. These guys are our friends.” I say to the dogs, still hidden somewhere waiting for their cue to “handle” the situation. “You guys might want to lower your guns, they make the dogs nervous.” I warn.

“Shane, she was up in that tree and we didn’t even know. She could’ve gunned us all down and she didn’t. She saved us yesterday and she didn’t have to. She doesn’t want anything.” Glenn argues. “Just put your gun down before we get mauled.”

“I’m sorry, they’re just protective. They won’t actually hurt you without me giving the order. Boys, heel.” I call, slapping the outside of my thigh gently. Maverick and Kai reveal themselves and heel to my sides, heckles still slightly raised. “I’m leaving now. Shoot me if you must, I guess.” I say, turning around slowly. I take all of three steps before Glenn yells for me to wait. I turn back around to see him whispering something to Shane. He signals for the other two men to join and I wait while they furiously discuss something, Shane still pointing that stupid gun at my torso. It looks like whatever it is, Glenn is winning. I suddenly remember the Crossbow Man, and glance over at him. He’s watching me very closely. My cheeks heat up, and I tear my gaze back towards Shane and Glenn. Shane finally looks at me again, and slowly lowers his gun.

“Glenn over here seems to think you’d be a good addition to our group.” Shane says, clearly irritated. “How’s about you stick around?”

“For what? To be an extra three mouths to feed? If you haven’t noticed, the dogs are a little attached to me. It’d be a package deal.” I counter. Now they’re the ones making me suspicious.

The last man, the one that dropped his gun, finally pipes up, “With a shot like that, you seem like you’d pull your own weight. I’m Jim by the way. What’s your name?”

“...Y/N”, I confess, looking at the three of them. Glenn certainly seems safe. Jim seems alright. I definitely don’t like Shane, but I’m not sure if he’s necessarily dangerous. I look back at the crossbow’d man, still watching me closely, and ask him, “what do you think?”. I can tell the question throws everyone off a bit. He takes a second, looks at the other men, twitches his jaw, then says, “these are good people.”

Good enough for me. I’m about to say as much, when a fifth man emerges from behind the group and says “Well hello Miss. Officer. Fancy seeing you way out here without any of your asshole bodyguards. You still got those handcuffs? Me and you might need those later this fine evening.”

“...MERLE DIXON? You’ve GOT to be kidding me.” I blurt out loud.

“Wait- you know each other?” Glenn asks?

“Unfortunately,” I reply, my voice dripping with disdain, “I hope that doesn’t change your mind.”

Merle waltzes over to me with a shit eating grin, but before he can get anywhere close, both dogs start barking their heads off. He gets the message and backs away, hands up in surrender.

Glenn just smiles, happy as can be, “Nope! You can still come!”

“Cool- I’ll come,” I say as nonchalantly as possible- don’t want to get too excited and make Shane even more suspicious. “My van isn’t far. If you guys work together we can throw the deer in the back and drive it to wherever you guys are staying.”

“You’re not going to help?” Jim says, looking at me.

Hmm. Maybe Jim needs to be on my watch list too. “I shot it? Do I have to do everything?” I throw back at him.

Crossbow Man laughs. I almost forgot he was there, but looking at him again suddenly has me putting the puzzle pieces together. I look at Merle in shock. “Daryl?” I say pointing at the man with the crossbow. “Yes Ma’am. Told you I was the good lookin’ one.” He says. I cannot believe society has collapsed and animated corpses are roaming around feeding on living flesh, yet I have still managed to run into Merle Dixon in the middle of the woods- and to top it all off, the mystery man I’ve been daydreaming about comes from the same gene pool.

Fantastic.

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[i-prefer-base-twelve]

Everyone I know and their mother are sick and it seems it's now my turn. Re-reading your Juneau fics as a comfort while feeling like death has been really nice.

Could I request a Ford x reader sickfic? Wish he was here to bring me tea 'n crackers

You squint at the thermometer: 101. Well, at least that validates your feelings. Too tired to stretch for the nightstand, you drop it on the bed and curl up on your side, pulling the quilt up to your chin.

Ford picks up the thermometer, reads it, and watches you with grave concern for a moment. Then his face lights up and he runs for the door. "Stay right there. Back in a tick!"

You sigh and close your eyes. Whatever he's doing, you know from the tone of his voice that you won't have the energy to deal with it.

When you hear the door creak open again, you force an eye open to see Ford holding one of his scifi guns. Not one you recognize.

"What…"

Ford slaps the barrel of the thing with pride. "Little thing I picked up in Dimension 3f*. This bad boy will induce a coma before you can count back from ten. Next thing you know, you'll be wide awake and good as new!" He grins and flips a switch. The gun emits an electronic whine.

"Ford," you plead, "no."

He pauses and then lowers the gun, puzzled. "Why not? Aren't you miserable?"

"Not THAT miserable." You laugh, which turns into a cough that leaves your ribs aching. "Ok, almost that miserable. But…" you search your fever-addled brain for anicer way to say absolutely not, never, no way in hell. "…but, if you put me in a coma, you'd have to take care of me. Like, feed me through a tube and rotate me so I don't get bedsores or whatever. That's a lot of work, and--" you pause for another coughing fit--"I don't want to put you through all that. It's just a cold."

He takes a moment to consider this--clearly it had not occurred to him--then sits beside you and strokes your hair. "Alright, have it your way. I just wish there was something I could do!"

You put your head in his lap and throw an arm across his knees, closing your eyes again. "You can cuddle me and make me soup."

"At the same time?"

He's joking. You smile weakly. "I bet you could find a way."

He hums contemplatively and rubs idle circles on your back. It's nice. Or, it would be nice if it weren't so miserable.

A thought occurs to you suddenly. "Ford…"

"Hm?"

"Have you ever used that thing before?" You can imagine it: Ford, alone and gravely wounded in some distant galaxy, walling himself off in a cave and inducing a coma to give himself the slightest chance of survival--

"Actually… no."

Ok, somehow that's both better AND worse than what you were imagining. "And you were going to use it on me??"

"Well, yes, but, I…" his tone is defensive, "I trust the source. I would use it on myself."

You nod against his leg. "I'm sure you would. But maybe we can test it on a dog or something first?"

His big hand ruffles your hair. "That's my sunrise: hundred degree fever and still thinking like a scientist. You're right, of course. I'll do it as soon as you fall asleep."

"Or maybe--" pause for coughing-- "maybe you just put it back in its box and focus on soup and cuddles."

Ford chuckles. If he says anything after that, it's lost to the fitful sleep of the feverish.

[chassie48]

My fashionable darling: Yandere Robin x Black fem oc x Yandere Nami.

Warning: Bullying.

The rest of the chapters. last chapter.

Chapter four. These bitches are annoying.

(Andrea POV)

After I was done hanging the poster I saw Robin was done too. We both got down and Nami gave me a box. I looked inside and saw a bunch of halloween decorations. I didn’t see her carrying a box, but she had her fancy ass metal water bottle and Robin’s water bottle in her hand.

Please, don’t tell me she is going to make me do all of the decorations by myself.

LAndrea, can you put these halloween decorations on the board?

Are y’all going to help?

No, we can’t help you because we have been working a lot lately and we are tired.

Then I’m not doing it.

I handed her the box and she started to chuckle.

Then I’m sure Mr. Jinbei will love to suspend you for attacking Robin like that.

I then sucked my teeth and went back to the board.

Here your water bottle, Robin.

Nami said to Robin while I rolled my eyes and started decorating the board. A couple of minutes later I was done with decorating the board. I looked at the two bitches and saw them on their phones laughing at something they think is funny.

Every part of my body hurts like hell and all they did was be on their phones and drinking their fucking drinks like I was their fucking servant.

I'm done with this board.

Can I go now?

I asked and they stopped what they were doing and looked at me.

No, you can do the other board.

Robin said while I sigh and went to the other board and started putting some decorations on it. After I was done with that board I went to another and then another until I was somewhere else where I couldn't see them.

I saw Lilith in the hallway carrying some boxes with a tired look on her face. When she saw me she immediately started smiling and quickly walked towards me.

Hey, Andrea, I thought they were going to have you decorating after school?

Those two bitches decided that they wanted to decorate during lunch time. What are you doing here? I thought you already left?

Well, Mr. Jinbei found me in my car waiting for you, so he put me on detention and decorating duty.

Oh, I'm sorry that I made you wait. I should have texted you.

It's ok, so how was decorating with those two bitches?

It was terrible because they didn't do anything and was treating me like a fucking servant.

That sounds terrible. When I was decorating with Luffy and Zoro they kept wanting to do more decorations and kept making me do more work. I felt like I was going to die.

I wish those snubby ass student councils can see what it's like to be poor.

Oh, I sure will love to see that.

I bet they wouldn't even last one fucking day.

They wouldn't be able to survive.

If they eat a bowl of noodles they wouldn't be able to make it because it would be considered too "salty" for them.

Oh, I know they wouldn't survive eating bread because they don't eat "carbs or gluten".

Well, anyways, do you want to help me with this board?

Sure, they didn't tell me which board they wanted me to do, so I'm sure they wouldn't mind me helping you with this one board.

Then we got started on the board.

(Nami POV)

As I was scrolling through snail Tok I looked up from my phone and saw that Andrea wasn't in our sight, well my sight because Robin wasn't by me.

Normally I don't go on snail Tok because I will be on it for hours and the reason why I was on it today was because I heard from one of my followers that Andrea was on there making snail Tok.

I walked around the hallway to look for either Robin or Andrea and found Robin in the end of the hallway and it looked like she was eavesdropping on someone.

When I looked at who she was eavesdropping on it was Andrea and that bitch Lilith. I could feel my blood boil and my heart ache at the scene.

I thought that bitch Lilith was with the boys and helping them decorate and knowing the boys they would want to decorate for hours, so how in hell did she manage to escape from them and why Robin not separating Lilith from our Andrea?

I walked up to Robin and tapped her on the shoulders. She turns around and smiles at me.

Oh, hey, Nami.

I was going to text you to come over here, but you looked busy with snail Tok.

She said while I got a feeling that she was lying.

Yeah, sorry about that, I was trying to see if Andrea was on snail Tok because I heard from one of my followers that she was there promoting her clothing business.

I said while I watched that bitch Lilith trying to get close to our Andrea.

What?

You didn't know she was on snail Tok?

She asked while I gave her a confusing look on my face.

You knew she had snail Tok?

Why didn't you tell me?

I asked her.

Because I thought you knew?

I sigh and pulled out my phone.

I didn't know until one of my followers said she was there.

And how were you able to find her on snail Tok because when I tried to search her up, the search bar said she wasn't there.

She sighed and pulled out her phone and showed me her fake account.

Because she blocked you and me on snail Tok, so I used a fake account to see what she was doing.

So, you can make another account on here?

Yeah, you can just give me your phone.

I pulled out my phone and handed it to her. She grabbed it and started typing something on it. Once she was done she showed me my now fake account.

See, you're now Stephanie and you look like this.

She said while showing me, my fake profile page of a woman who had long pink hair that was braided into a mohawk and a line going through her face.

Aww, this looks nice.

I grabbed my phone and started to admire the profile. Great, now I can see what she has been posting.

Hey, guys what are you doing here?

Luffy said while we both sighed and saw him and Zoro.

Why aren't you guys keeping Lilith on a leash because right now she is trying to take our Andrea away from us.

Zoro looked behind us and saw Lilith and Andrea talking and laughing with each other.

Come on, Luffy.

We have to make sure they will be able to make their move on Andrea.

Zoro said to him while Luffy pouted.

But, I wanted to do the ceiling and hang out with Nami and Robin.

He said and I felt my blood boiling again.

Luffy.

I said in my serious tone and he stopped what he was doing and grabbed Zoro. They then start walking over to Lilith and manage to take her away from our Andrea.

Then we both walked over to Andrea.

Hey, Andrea.

(Robin POV)

I told Nami's followers that Andrea was on snail Tok, so that Nami can be on there for hours searching for Andrea's account.

I knew she would be on there for hours trying to find her because I knew Andrea blocked her. The reason why I did that was because I wanted to spend alone time with Andrea.

I always hated the rule we have when we see Andrea that the both of us have to hang out with her at the same time, so that none of us can steal her from each other.

I can’t share Andrea with Nami anymore. It's like I’m sharing her with an annoying little sister. It's like Nami doesn't have enough patience to wait until we break Andrea enough until she becomes dependent on us.

Nami wanted to have Andrea and get rid of all of the people who have a crush on Andrea faster than anyone could blink. That's why Vivi died faster than she was supposed to be.

The plan was that Vivi takes Nami to the winter formal dance that's in December and trick her friends to not go, so that when Andrea goes to the dance she would be embarrassed when Vivi reveals that she is leaving her for Nami.

Andrea would be desperate enough to want to seek comfort from anybody that she would receive comfort from me.

After the dance Nami would get rid of Vivi by pushing her off of a roof of the school making everyone think she killed herself.

Then I will make Andrea trust me enough to the point where I make her my girlfriend, then I will convince her to let Nami be her girlfriend (even though I don't want to) then we live happily ever after.

But, no Nami wanted everything to go by fast and not slow like I wanted. I wanted to take everything Andrea loved and the people who loved her away, so that the only people who can love her and she will love are me and Nami.

At this point I want to go back to my original plan, but this time I want to make Nami think that I will share Andrea with her, and then in the end I will throw her under the bus and take Andrea for myself.

(Andrea POV)

I was having a great time with Lilith until those snubby ass student council bitches Zoro and Luffy showed up and took Lilith away.

I was annoyed that I have to decorate by myself, but was kinda happy that I can have some alone time until those two bitches show up.

Hey, Andrea.

They said while I ignored them and went back to doing what I was doing.

You know, Andrea. Before me and Vivi had sex she told me something about you that was very interesting.

Nami said while I Ignored her and grabbed the Frankenstein decorations, staplers, and started putting them on the board.

She said that you were so broke that she hated to be seen in public with you and I can really tell she hates you because when I got tired of her and broke things off with her, she killed herself, so that she wouldn’t go back to you.

I rolled my eyes and looked at her.

Ok, good for her that she killed herself. I don’t care about her anymore because I got Lilith.

I said while I went back to decorating.

Andrea, Lilith doesn’t want to be with you either.

Robin said while I glared at her.

And how do you know?

I asked Robin.

Because all she wants is your body. Like come on Andrea, no girl at this school will ever want you. You’re broke and all of your clothes is ugly.

I don’t understand why you would wear something that was popular back when my mother was a teen.

They both laughed while I ignored them and was about to decorate another board until they stopped me.

Since you want to ignore us, you can do the ceiling.

Nami said while I stopped what I was doing and glared at her.

I’m not doing that and is that supposed to be the boy's job?

I asked.

You don’t have a choice and if you chose not to do what we say then we will tell Mr. Jinbei that you didn’t help us and you will be suspended for four weeks.

Robin said while I rolled my eyes and grabbed the ladder. I sat it in the middle of the hallway and then I climbed it. As I was putting the decorations on the ceiling Robin stops me.

You can't put the decorations on the ceiling like that.

Take them down, now.

She said while I rolled my eyes and looked at her annoyedly.

Fine.

I get down from the ladder and get some scissors and then I climb back up. I got the decorations down from the ceiling and put them on the floor until Nami had to say something.

Andrea, what are you doing?

You can't make a mess.

Clean this up.

She ordered me while I sucked my teeth and got down. I cleaned the mess and was about to put it in the trash until Robin stopped me.

You know you can't put those in the trash can.

But, the recycle bin is on the other side of the building. I'm not going to go over there and put this in a damn recycle bin.

Then you won't mind us telling Mr. Jinbei about you not helping us?

I sigh and start walking towards the other side of the building. As I was walking I saw Lilith and decided to talk to her.

Before I could say anything to her I heard someone calling my name. I turned around and saw Mr. Jinbei glaring at me.

I told you to help the student council with the Halloween decorations and yet you are here talking to Ms. Vegapunk.

He said while I gave him a confused look on my face. I looked at those two bitches behind him and saw that they were smirking at me.

I wa-

Before I could defend myself Mr. Jinbei cut me off.

Everybody except for Andrea can go back to class, but you Andrea, you will stay here and do all of the Halloween decorations by yourself.

Lilith and the rest of the student council went back to their class except for Robin.

Hey, Mr. Jinbei, I feel bad for letting Andrea do the decorations by herself and I also don't want her to mess up the decorations, so can I help her?

Robin asked while Mr. Jinbei smiled.

Sure, you can help her, but if she does anything to hurt you make sure you report back to me.

Mr. Jinbei said while I rolled my eyes at him.

What happens if she hurts me?

I asked him and he glared at me.

Ms. Nico is one of the sweetest girls at this school, so she won't have a reason to hurt you.

He then walked away. I hope that man gets fired from his job.

Why are you standing here?

Go back to work.

She ordered while I rolled my eyes.

You're lucky we are in school, bitch.

I said while I walked away and headed towards the recycle bin. Once I made it there I put the fucking trash in the bin.

I then headed back and saw her sitting on a chair that she got from somewhere and she was on her phone.

I really fucking hate this. I bet if I was the one doing this Mr. Jinbei will be on my ass, but he won't say anything to his precious donors.

A couple of hours later it was 3:30pm and it was time for everybody to go home. I was done with all of the decorations and I was so tired that all I wanted was to go home and sleep, but I couldn't because I have to go to work at 4:40pm.

I worked at a really fancy mall where a lot of rich people get their clothes from. I kinda like my job because I get paid more, but the manager is really big on the customers is always right thing.

Like last time she fired a girl named Jana because a customer said that she was being disrespectful to her.

So, I will always try my best to get on the customer's good side. After I was done putting the decorations away I was about to head out of the student council office until Robin stops me.

Andrea, I wanted to thank you for helping us out with the decorations, so I decided as a reward I would take you out for dinner?

Robin asked while she smiled at me like she didn't treat me like I was a servant earlier.

No, I don't want dinner with you and if you will excuse me I have to go to work unlike your privileged ass.

I said and before she could say anything else I walked away.

-the end:)

I'm sorry if this story is bad.

[rivnedell]

Tolkien saved me

Just some thoughts I need to write down / Mental health issues mentioned

Not the usual tone of my blog but I just felt a urge to write, sorry

Parental death tw

I'm marked with parental alienation. I was 6 when my mom took us three, her, my sister and I far away to escape. She saved us. But I couldn't understand the bravery and the strength she needed to do that, taking us, a few clothes and driving as fast as she could while he was at work, 900km back to her parents and sisters. We lived a while with one of my aunts then my mom met step-dad. My Dad in heart actually. Fortunately it's a tremendously amazing and caring person, and he helped us to go through the hell.

I was asked to choose between my (bioligical) father and my mom, well my father asked me so. He manipulated me to choose him if I was asked by social workers who do I wanted to live with. He kept insulting my mom in front of me, degrading her, and mocking her when I was with him. Then I was menaced, insulted, degraded, violated, forced to feel guilty about about everything, being under massive and constant psychological control.

And I still feel like I betrayed my mom when I was 7.

The hell lasted until I was 17 and half. I stopped going at his, and I could finally breath, make my studies away and my life from him. In 2018, I was 21, I reconnected with him, I tried to put the negative aside, but it became impossible. It grew as 'it's him or me' and I chose myself, for survival again. It just lasted a year. And for 4 years before he died in nov 22 I could live far away from all of this, far from him, no contact and that felt like a relief.

In reality, I just put everything under the rug and locked it secured.

His death brought back everything, even stronger than it already was.

It felt weird, because I guess I still had a tiny hope that he would change at some point, and that I could someday, be ready to face him and to tell him how much he hurt me, how much he frightened me.

But that will never happen. And all the traumatic memories resurfaced like I was living them in my present. And it's hard. What do I do ? Put it under the rug again and try to survive like nothing ?

No, I don't feel I wanna do this anymore. I'm tired of struggling in the dark. I'm exhausted. Exhausted of being on a constant level of survival mode, while I don't need it.

-

All of this causes me to deal with CPTSD and its consequences. And it's tough to hang on.

I'm currently at a upper max level of procrastination where I am now feeling so numbed in and like a cocoon I am freaked out to leave. I'm freaked out to make actions, to make things happen.

Impostor syndrome, rejection fear, not feeling legit at anything in life, struggling with the simple will of existing. I do want not to stop existing, but I am afraid of fully existing, because of all the above wounds and fears.

But still, I'm avoiding life, while his death awaken in me the fear of not existing anymore.

Paradox.

And, almost, nothing is helping me hanging on, helping me wanting to bring myself back in life.

-

All my life I've been hanging tight on Tolkien's work and Peter Jackson's vision to abandon myself into this fantasy land that is Middle Earth, to escape reality. The reality at home that was made of mental insecurity, psychological violence, control and manipulation. In my childhood I used to imagine myself fighting with legolas with a bow and going home in Rivendell after chasing some orcs with Aragorn, meeting Gandalf and Galadriel occasionally. All those characters are so engraved in me and dear to my heart. All this imagination, this entire world, mythological world, and languages seized me when I was 5. And I never let go, and never will.

Middle Earth saved me and helped me wanting to stay alive in a time I was crushed by violence and psychological pressure and control.

-

But my child self is still rulling me, and I'm trrying to take my actual own conscious power back.

She (little me) used to be afraid, to be frightened, to be insulted, to be violated, to constantly be on survival mode. And she still is, rulling me according her methods for survival.

While.. I, the 26 woman I am now, does no longer need.

So it's a battle between me and me. Because I no longer need to protect myself from a menace that no longer exist, literally.

It's really hard to let go, I think it's the hardest thing I would have ever havr to do in my life. Just let it go and leave the past to the past.

-

I feel alone and lonely sometimes. Feeling like I would annoy everybody with my whining..

I'm just sharing this with hope that it could awake something in someone and.. Though I'm feeling alone, I don't want anyone to feel like I feel so, I'm saying this to you, you're not alone, we're together, we're fighting.

It's not you're fault.

And to be honest.. I'm not gonna lie, it feels good to write it down.

Thanks if you red til here ❤️

[northwest-cryptid]

Okay so like here's the thing right, I've learned that I hold a sort of envy for an individual who's life I would never want to live. She very much threw her life away but at least she knew what she wanted. She got to be trans because she didn't work a job, so she could be as out as she wanted without consequence given that her family was fine with it. She could get on HRT, hell even my family supported her and took her shopping for clothes and the like; things my family wouldn't accept the same for me because I'm "their son." Though if that's all it was, that'd have been fine; no the issue came when she picked up hard drugs, had a relatively successful few polyam relationships; something I've only known a few times in my life and something I'll likely never know again. Once more I must state if she avoided the horrible ego death from so much LSD she can't think straight anymore, she'd have been fine. She even started producing, I'll say; honestly kinda decent music? It started to resemble music, but then remember; the acid, the LSD, the shrooms; it was never enough. She didn't have to survive like I did, she had a luxury of her boyfriend and her family being able to support her, she could still mask well while on HRT until she could pass so even when she had to get a job it wasn't too challenging for her; she even lived in a place where that sort of thing is a lot more accepted, so you know; not where I'm living now lol.

At the end of the day I lost my friend not in death, but in that she became someone completely different and we drifted apart, because the drugs just got to her; she'd become almost hostile if you didn't want to try them too; if you weren't willing to experience the world she had seen.

Yet I was always envious of her ability to just do whatever she wanted without a care. I'd never want to live her life; but the things she had were things I wanted, I just didn't know at the time. I think above all however, the fact that I realized I was trans so late.

Many of my friends will respect that I'm NB but it's fairly clear how I'm viewed, I'm not seen as a genderless or multi-gendered entity; rather I'm viewed as NB - Male. It's clear I'm still a man to most of them, as well as to the world at large. Coming to terms with the fact that while no, I don't believe I fit into the binary, I feel such envy towards my old friend because people actually respected her as a woman, there was no need to clarify, barter, or remind people. Even those of us who had known her for years prior to the transition.

I on the other hand have to fight to even be seen as anything other than a man, let alone non-binary. To be seen as a woman is so far fetched to me it feels impossible. If I started HRT I know what would happen, I wouldn't pass well enough, my voice or general genetics would easily give away that I'm trans; and living where I do, working the kind of jobs I do, that's not going to fly. I wouldn't remotely be safe to do it. That's even if I could get through all the paperwork and doctors necessary to sign off for me to even get on HRT in the first place.

I've come to the realization that if I'm going to be viewed as any gender I'd rather that be a woman than a man; but that in reality I'm just feminine leaning; I don't wish to be one or the other exclusively in it's entirety.

I am left wondering if my desire for change doesn't stem from a sort of disapproval from those I care about. I want to be seen as I am by them; even if it means I have to change my physical appearance to make that happen. I hear the way they speak of others, including other NB individuals; never failing to use proper pronouns; until it comes to me. Then it somehow becomes an issue; then it somehow becomes confusing.

I don't want to be rude to the people I care about, I don't want to be off-putting and "correct" them. I guess I'm just tired of not feeling respected or seen or understood.

One of the main reasons I kept to myself about being trans was because I watched how my family treated my friends, always making sure to be accommodating; using the right pronouns, bothering to actually help them transition; and then seeing how they reacted to me even remotely mentioning that I was questioning my gender. Or how they reacted to me being pan, refusing to accept either; telling me I've never "slept with a man so how do I know?" Only to become enraged when I told them I have, several times; and that I even had a few boyfriends in the past.

I've learned that others are allowed to be things that I am not, more often than not I don't even feel like I get to be me; rather I'm just whatever others want me to be when they want me to be it. I exist for others, be it at work or at home or wherever. I don't even know what I want anymore because I've spent so long being someone else for everyone else.

[sonic-spirit]

Wednesday, May 14, 2025 - Chorse

1:06 PM

Weird doing this not in my sketchbook, but I want it full of drawings, not weird word meandering.

What do I want to do today? Chorse (...yeah, I'm keeping that typo)? IDM sound editing? Jatlagging edit finishes? Start learning Unity or Godot? Sketchbooking? All of the above? Tired.

1) Blogging

2) Chores

Dishes

Cat litter

Vacuum

Trash and recycling out

3) Lunch

4) IDM editing

5) Jetlagging editing

6) Yuki over

2:26 PM

Been thinking a lot about AI art. It's been really grinding on me more than I realized. Fucking stolen garbage. Like, what's the point of making digital art, anyway, if it's gonna blend in with all the shitty AI slop? Not that my art is the kind of intricate renderings AI likes to copy. But I don't even like looking at art online much anymore because you keep crashing into that trash. I'm just wore down over it. Fuckin' resource wasting theft machine garbage.

So I've been thinking about making traditional art as a result. Tho' I didn't realize it for several months, that's also one of the factors that've had me utilizing my sketchbook more. Digital art is much more convenient--my iPad takes up less space than my sketchbook, pens, markers, or painting things, with much less setup and cleanup. Digital art's also hella easier to share. It's already pre-loaded in a computer friendly format, no scanning or photographing necessary. But also a little bit who cares? Because theft bot. Because I'm bad at sharing and engaging and cooperating in a community, and I just clam up and drift instead. Because I get so burnt out on the social aspect of sharing art that I don't end up building a community or following the few times I've managed to start getting some traction on that. I just end up scared and hiding. Because I need to not try and focus on Building An Art Career, I'm about to go back to school and try and become a vet, and that's going to eat my time and energy completely.

And because, though I like the way I make more things, I don't like the way putting pressure on myself to utilize my art for survival plays out. With burnout. With dissatisfaction. With expectations of response that aren't met, and that's no one's fault. Things take time to be found, and I don't know anything about how to actually promote my art. I'm always telling myself I just want to make things. And I do. But making them under the yoke of capitalism just crushes me. I'm too soft, and that's okay. But it does mean I have to make alternatives for myself.

So for the billionth time, I quit art business and am making just for me, again. I'm sure I'll turn around on that next week. Hells, this week I've already been thinking about the JOYS of monetizing game making and novel writing. And yeah, I want to make stuff. I want to make and share stories. I gooooooottta separate that from making money and survival in my head, because I simply cannot.

Sucks, cuz for so, so long I've spent my life churning myself into a froth that this time I'll be able to make art for a living.

4:05 PM

Vi heard back from the Swedish company yesterday (vi had a call scheduled with them). Aaaand it's a no. With all the craziness, the shit we're trying to escape here from the US, they're not willing to go through the hoops.

So that sucks.

So we'll keep trying. I'm glad I'm pursuing schooling, and signed up for community college (tho' I'm worried about affording classes), to help feel like I'm still moving on this. But it still really, really sucks.

5:08 PM

Okay, roughed out another scene of the IDM audio, the one I've got in my Audacity file as Track 4 - Sitting Ducks (am now on page 17 of 32 in the script). Next up is the scene where I finally bust out of my shackles and me and Knux finish our TFs!

Pulling all these clips from the big master is so fuckin' exhausting. I don't know why it feels so arduous. Prolly just maintaining my focus on audio stuff with very little to visually separate it. Ugh, I get lost so easy. I don't think there's a better method when we're recording cross country like this, but ugh. It's hard and I'm struggling. And I still haven't managed to set up the recording session with Gazzy, so even once I do polish this rough cut it'll be missing all of fuckin' Eggman (and Mark, but Mark is far less important).

6:10 PM

Ughgghhhhhh, I don't wanna figure out how to do the motion graphics part of the edit of our Jet Lag the Game thing! That sounds like so much woooooork...!

Blurgh. I do want to finish it tho. Just gotta cut in the photos Vi and Yuki sent us, the maps, and pop together a trophy real quick. It probably won't actually be that much work, it's just that I've gotta figure out how to do it in Resolve, versus how I would do it in After Effects. And I'm a neophyte with After Effects anyway. It's just that learning new programs is such a headache. Blurgh. It would be really nice to finish this tonight, tho. Since Yuki should be here soon, anyway.

9:21 PM

Veterinary schools in Europe which offer programs in English:

The Lithuanian Veterinary Academy in Kaunas

The University of Zagreb - Croatia

Szent Istvan University in Budapest - Hungary

University of Veterinary and Pharmaceutical Science in Brno - Czech Republic

University of Veterinary Medicine in Košice - Slovakia

The University of Agricultural Sciences & Veterinary Medicine Iaşi - Romania

The University of Agricultural Sciences & Veterinary Medicine at Cluj-Napoca - Romania

Faculty of Veterinary Medicine at the University of Zagreb - Croatia

University of Nicosia, School of Veterinary Medicine - Cyprus

Soooo overwhelmed. Need to apply, and just whatever, but fuuuuuck, who the hell would accept me?

10:55 PM

We got to see Wolf Children at a Fathom event last night, it was absolutely outstanding, and I loved the shit out of it. So of course I had to draw some wolves when we got home.

Then today I made some deer to get practice in for drawing more cervine unicorns. Still dialing my eye back in on drawing from reference, I'm very out of practice, and drawing from photos on my phone's screen isn't ideal either. But still. Better than not using references.

[stokesy55]

Yeah, exactly as you said, the crux of the issue is that Yash's actions prove he doesn't really trust him. Especially with Abhi, Shub can't fathom how Yash could even think that he'd cheat on him with Abhi. Not that he'd cheat on him with any other omega either, but his and Abhi's friendship is sacred, and Yash viewing it through a sexual lens is just wrong. Shub can understand why that Yash has had a difficult past that left him with trust issues, but he's honestly just so frustrated and helplessbecause what more is left that he can do to convince Yash he's worth trusting? What stone did he leave unturned? If, after everything Shubman has done for Yash, he's going to accuse him of infidelity and adultery, then Shub is definitely (and rightfully) going to feel misjudged, unheard and unvalued in this relationship.

I can actually see Shub even contemplating breaking up. No matter how much he loves Yash, he's just so tired of trying to fix him. No matter whatever he does to persuade Yash he's not like the alphas who've ill-treated him in the past, it comes down to this finally: After months and months of effort, Yash still doesn't trust him fully. And Shub honestly doesn't know what more he can do to convince him otherwise, or whether such an endeavour will be fruitful in the first place.

After Yash apologises to Abhi, I can see Shub still avoiding Yash, and telling him. "Yash.. this, us, I'm not sure we can make this relationship work, not if you keep acting like this. I'm exhausted trying to prove myself worthy of your trust, only for you to throw it all back in my face. Let's just take some time off. Some time away from each other."

And Yash absolutely loses it, breaks down weeping and apologizing, clinging onto Shub's leg to stop him from walking out of the room. "I swear Shub, I'll be better, I'll never again get a single word out of my mouth about any omega who hangs around you, please Shub, don't leave me, I can't live without you, the last week when you weren't talking to me felt like hell, if you leave me forever, then I'll die of grief, Shub please."

Does brother have a name? Would be good to know :P

Ahahahha brother is called Tejasvi! He plays Ranji cricket now, for the Tripura team. Yeah Tejasvi would be very supportive of Yash obviously, having given up so much to see him succeed and now watching him realize their dream is so so special. I love the idea of Tejasvi jumping up and down in the VIP box, screaming Yash's name although he knows his brother won't hear him, but screaming at the top of his lungs anyways. He receives slightly alarmed looks from everyone around, but he can't give a damn really.

Do you think Tejasvi tries to mend the relationship between Yashasvi and the rest of the family? His dad is the one who has the most problem, I can see his mother and sisters follow his lead and just pretend he doesn't exist, instead of being outright antagonistic. Tejasvi would try his best to convince his parents to accept Yash back into the family fold: "It's not his fault, he did what he had to do to survive. If anything, it's our fault for putting him into that situation. He's your son. Doesn't your heart ache after hearing what he's been through?" Do you think the rifts in the Jaiswal family are eventually mended?

I like the idea of Shub convincing Yash to burn the bridges, because he's tired of seeing Yash degraded and treated like shit by his own family. He scores a brilliant double century and there's not a single congratulatory message from his parents? He's out injured with a broken ankle, and nobody is bothered enough to check on how he's doing, sending him get well cards? He can't fathom how someone is not proud of a son like Yashasvi, who's so brave and strong and successful and talented.

Ooh, wrt to the thing about Shubman's aunt, and probably some other relatives not accepting Yash, they'll definitely bring up dowry. I'll expand: Dowry is some form of payment, money, land, cattle, jewels, houses, cars, household appliances, etc. supposed to be paid by the bride's family to the groom's family at the time of the wedding. Although outlawed, the custom is still illegally practiced in many parts of India. Especially in the more rural parts, dowry is such an ingrained part of the culture, that even dowry deaths are common: a bride, and possibly her family, are harassed, abused and/or even murdered by the groom and his family for failing to pay the sufficient dowry.

I can see this being a practice followed in India in overse: Omegas' families, or whoever "owns" them having to give some commercial asset as dowry over to alpha and their family at time of marriage. Whether the custom is followed or not depends on how progressive/regressive the families in question are.

Maybe Yashasvi has grown up hearing sentences from his dad like, "An omega child is always a burden upon the house. I hardly earn enough money for us to have three square meals a day, where am I going to find the money for his dowry when it's time to get him married?" Just Yashasvi, ever since childhood, being made to feel that he's a burden, as an omega, he'll never amount to anything.

When they get engaged and go to tell Yashasvi's family the news, his dad makes it clear that he no longer considers Yash his son, and is not going to pay his dowry. Yash can arrange that for himself. Shub coolly retorts that he doesn't want any dowry from the family, they're entrusting a treasure like Yash to him and that's enough for him.

Also, Shub's aunt and other extended family being pro-dowry too, and taunting Yash about it. Stuff like, "It's not like we asked you for a car or some acres of land, our Shub has enough of those, he doesn't need to ask it from you. But it doesn't look good for an omega to arrive at his in-laws place empty-handed. You could have brought some gold jewellery at least."

And even dragging Mrs. Gill into the debate. "You're so progressive to accept an omega like that for Shub. If my son had wanted to marry Yash, I would've kicked him out of the house. There's no place for dirty, tainted and selfish omegas in my house, who don't pay dowry despite earning millions." Or "It's not too late yet, Shub is an alpha, he can bond many omegas! It's just young love, it'll pass eventually. He'll realize Yash isn't good for him soon enough, and then we can set him up with a nicer omega. I even have a few omegas in mind. Look, this girl, her father already agreed to give a car in her dowry...."

Only for Mrs. Gill to coolly tell them to leave, they are not allowed to talk to or about her son-in-law like that. Yash is mortified that the Gills are facing so much slander from their own family for accepting him, he feels guilty for driving a wrench in their family dynamics. Only for them to soothe him because "You're one of us now. If they don't get that, then we're better off without them."

Shub contemplating breaking up makes a lot of sense actually. Like, he's given everything for Yash, tolerated a lot of shit from Yash, done everything to prove to Yash that it's only him he has eyes for and it all just feels like it's not enough. I can see it being the first and only time Shub goes dominant alpha on Yash (not in a sexy way) basically commanding him to get off the floor and leave.

Yash is a wreck all week and it's killing Shub (not to mention Abhi is being NO HELP just reiterating how much of a mess Yash is and how he's being harsh to abandon him like this) because he hates being the reason for his pain, but he needs some time to really consider if this is all worth it.

I can see him going off grid to get away from Yash and Abhi and even VK who's started to chime in, just needing some silence to think. But it's Yash he wants to call the minute he turns his phone back on and it's Yash he's been missing, pining for.

But that have to have a serious conversation because no way Shub can keep doing this with Yash.

Tejasvi - perfect, thanks! I cn see him being the instigator to trying to repair the family but after one attempt realises the problem is their dad and so chooses to stay by Yash's side rather than conform with the rest of his family.

I don't know if Shub would tell him to burn bridges, just more to be there for him and support him through his family being distant. Encourage more events with Tej rather than fixating on the fact the rest of his family seems to have turned their back. It's got to be Yash who breaks ties, not Shub - that decision 100% cannot come from Shub or be encouraged by him (even if he would prefer Yash cut them out of their lives).

Yeah, I'm aware of the concept of a dowery. I can certainly see it being something that is expected from an omega and some of Shub's extended family being appalled that this omega hasn't brought anything (irrelevant of who he is) but absolutely the Gills are 1000% by Yash's side and tell anyone who thinks a dowery was required when they're gaining so much already with Yash joining their family politely where the door is.

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I tried a 5 minute guided meditation for the first time today, I do feel somewhat relaxed but I think I need to do more because.

I traveled recently and ever since I came back I've been wondering what the hell this heaviness I'm feeling is, where is that even from like I don't remember being this heavy and tired before traveling. I kept wondering why I can't adapt back into my regular life and schedule while everyone around me seems to do it so easily. I used to be able to do that within a few days, but this time it's been over two weeks and I'm still like this. Tired, exhausted, I don't want to do anything and even when I do, I can't seem to conjure up the power to do it. I barely go out on my regular errands and nothing else, and it takes a full day's power to get myself to walk out my door. I want to do nothing but be tucked into my room until this washes away. I'm depressed but I'm locked into this state even when I'm not.

I realized its because this trip gave me a sense of peace that I haven't experienced before, and now that I'm back, I can't cope with the stress of real life, of thinking about my career and chasing my next client and paycheck, of worrying about my health, of making sure I go out when my friends ask. It was a peaceful trip where I had to worry about nothing, not even myself. I didn't know this feeling of peace before I went so I didn't know that my entire life was aligned in such a disorder until I experienced what it was like for it to be ordered and peaceful. And now that I'm dropped into the stress of it all again, I can't cope. I cannot anymore bear the heaviness of the life I was putting my (already divergent mind) through. What should I do for my career, what is my next move to get the next client, what if I never get to design again, what if designing is all I ever get to do, what if I choose to never design again because it failed me, what if I change my career, what if I start writing, what if I start taking pictures, what if I become a traditional artist, what if I just apply for a regular 9-5 and stop freelancing, what if I never get paid again, what am I going to do about the fact that I've tried all of this and failed, what am I going to do about my health, when was the last time I got a blood test, what if my eye hurts again, what if there's something seriously wrong with my health and what if I'm oblivious about it just like the last 2 times, what if there's something wrong with me, what if my ocd eats me up eventually with all of it's what ifs, what if what if what if. I was tired but tired was my normal.

I realized that this was the source of my current heaviness. No wonder all I've been doing is dreaming about being rescued from my current lifestyle. If only this one thing saves me and I would no longer have to think about all of this, that's what I kept thinking, along with my escapism behaviors that I'm overly familiar with, but didn't need until very recently.

I've been on survival mode long enough to think that it was my normal state, to forget what survival is because it was my status quo.

I really don't have a single idea what I ought to do about all of this information I'm opening myself up to today, but I guess just realizing this for myself is a good first step.

If you’ve made it this far, thank you for reading ❤

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Californian Dream (Pt. 11 of 11)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.3 K

Summary: Being part of one of the richest families of California doesn't mean you're happy. Your life is boring, and you're surrounded by meaningless people and their meaningless talk. Even during Summer, with the break you have from college, there's nothing good going on. Nothing but the new pool guy, Billy, the most handsome man you ever saw. You were successfully avoiding him, not wanting to act like an idiot in front of the guy until Billy accepts to be your date for a fancy gala you're forced to attend. The night was going well, even better when he sneaked you out to go to the beach. But a gang of criminals breaks into the party, kidnapping the heirs to the wealthiest families, which includes you. So, for your safety, your parents want you to stay with Billy, living in his apartment until the criminals are caught. And that could take weeks, maybe even months.

Warnings: Light violence

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California Never Felt Like Home

Even though he's not going anywhere any time soon, you hook one leg around his waist, just to pull him a little closer. “You're my prisoner now.” You mutter, sleep still clouding your voice.

“I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.” He answers, placing kisses all over your face.

“The good part is that we'll have all the afternoon to ourselves.” You giggle, moving to lay on your back with Billy hovering over you.

“I'll take you to see the sunset on that beach you like. Completely desert.” He says in a low voice. “If we survive your parents.”

“We already did.” Kissing him, you move to lie on top of him. “It'll be at this super expensive, fancy restaurant, so it means they won't yell at me or put on a show.”

“Sometimes I think you should consider what you're giving up.” He gets sad suddenly, sighing. You know what he's thinking about, and it will take time for Billy to see and understand this is what you really want.

“I'm giving up a huge house I never felt like it was mine. Lots of money that never brought me happiness.” In between the words, you place kisses all over his face. “But what I'm getting...? God, it's amazing.” Sitting up, you straddle his hips. “I got real friends now, and a home. And an awesome boyfriend who doesn't compare to the assholes on my parents' list.”

“I'm so happy I'm around to see the good daughter rebelling.” He sits up too, strong arms encircling your waist. “You look so good, little rebel.”

“You're just saying that because I'm wearing your shirt.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you raise an eyebrow. Yesterday, you decided to pick one of his shirts to put on instead of your regular pajamas.

“Babe, you look good on everything. But I gotta admit seeing you wearing my clothes is very hot.”

Smiling, you can't help but blush. “We still have a few hours, so I think we can maybe make out for a while?” Biting your lip at his smirk, you giggle.

“Starting the day off with good ideas already.” He mutters, holding you up and throwing you back on the mattress. “This is the first day of the rest of your lives, you know that, right? Because I'm never letting you go. Unless you get tired of me.”

“I don't think I'll ever get tired of you, so yes...” Caressing his cheek, you take a deep breath, the sunlight illuminating his face. “The very first day of the rest of our lives.”

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The morning bliss had to be interrupted. But, as you sit across from your mother at the restaurant, you don't feel scared, or nervous. You feel perfectly fine. You're not dressed for this place, you can see it in your mother's eyes, but you don't care. You like the clothes you're wearing, and your mother's disgusting stare makes you chuckle under your breath. Making yourself comfortable, you ignore the silence. Nobody is saying anything, and your father has been staring at Billy as if he could kill him with his stare.

“So... I believe you want an explanation.” You start, cupping your hands together above the table. “Billy and I are dating. And I'll be living with him.”

“Is it some kind of joke?” Your mother interrupts, leaning closer. “You can't possibly think I'll believe you'll do that.” You're about to say something when she raises a hand, and you shut your mouth. “I get it, (Y/N). Billy is good looking, he has this appeal, he's different from the guys you're used to, rougher around the edges, I get all that. But this? This is insane.”

It's only a matter of time for the insults to begin, you're aware of that. “That's not all, mother.” You add, not even considering giving her a proper answer. “I'm not going to course Law anymore. I'll look for something I actually like. And go to the public University.”

“What the–”

“I have a good job now, at a store of diving equipment and I love it.” Cutting your father short, you raise your voice just a little. “That's my life now. I'm not going back to the house, but I want you both to know that I'll visit, of course, and you can visit me whenever you want and–”

“I'm not going to let you throw your entire life on the trash because of the freaking pool guy.” Your father's voice storms out, making a few people look your way. He does seem a little embarrassed, but definitely angry. “This man–” He points at Billy, and you hold his hand under the table. “–he can give you nothing. Nothing. What do you have in life, Hargrove? I shitty job, a tiny apartment. Do you think you can provide to someone like my daughter?” There it is. The insults. And, knowing exactly what Neil told Billy, you won't let your father treat him this way.

“You wanna know what Billy gave me, father?” Smiling, you begin. “He gave me a life. I never felt truly happy, never. Not in our mansion, or those fancy galas, or wearing fashionable clothes. Never. But with the pool guy, as you call him, in his tiny apartment with his lowlife friends? I finally felt something. I finally felt life was worth living.”

“Alright.” He slams his fist on the table, glancing at your mother, a mean smile on his face. “If you insist on doing this, I'll disown you.” He giggles, a hand half covering his mouth. “You won't see any cents from me anymore. Is that what you want?”

He looks like he got everything figured out. Exchanging a stare with Billy, you can tell he's worried. Does he think you'll fall for this? Squeezing his hand a little and smiling, you try to reassure him. He must feel awful, seated here, and listening to all this shit. “I–”

The waiter comes and you're cut short, waiting for your parents to order whatever they want to eat. “Oh, finally. We'll want Muffin Pan Shrimp Ragoon. Thought I'll give my kid one last decent lunch at a decent restaurant. What do you think?”

Seriously? “I can't eat that.” You think it's so obvious, but by the look on your father's face, he doesn't get it.

“What? Do you want to order something more expensive as a goodbye to your good life?”

“She's allergic to shrimp,” Billy speaks for the first time, his voice strong and deep. Both your parents look a little surprised, but soon enough recognition comes to their faces.

They completely forgot, but it doesn't bother you. You're happy Billy actually remembered it. You only mentioned it once, at the gala. “It's alright, though. We'll have lunch by the beach.” You tell them, smiling at Billy.

“Let me guess...” He dismisses the waiter with a gesture of his hand. “Sandwiches and soda?”

“Actually, yes.” Exclaiming, you stand up, and Billy does the same. It's over. You told them what's gonna happen now, and they have to make peace with that. And if your father wants to change his will and cut you out of it, so be it. “I made them myself and they're delicious.”

“For goodness sake.” Your mother mutters, running a hand through her hair. “Honey, please think this through, alright? Your house will be opened whenever you want to come back.”

“Thanks, mom. I will visit, I promise.” That said, you smile at them before turning away, hand in hand with Billy, walking away from the table.

“You better wipe off your bank account, (Y/N), because you'll never get a penny from me again!” Your father yells, and you simply wave at him, not even bothering to look back.

When you're outside, you feel light-headed, relieved. “This wasn't as bad as it could be.” You breathe out, walking to where Billy parked his car, a block away.

“Did he mean it? About disowning you?” He sounds serious, despite the smile that's on your face.

Turning around without letting go of his hand, you start walking backward. “I don't give a damn.” Speaking slowly, you wink at him, stopping suddenly and letting him come closer by himself before grabbing the collar of his shirt and tiptoeing to kiss him, sweet and slow.

“What the– (Y/N)?” Someone calls and since you do know who it is, you keep kissing Billy for a while longer. “Holy shit.”

It makes you giggle when he pulls your closer, deepening the kiss. But eventually, you have to breathe, so you break apart, a smile on your lips.

“Care to explain why the hell you're making out with the pool guy? In public?” Daniel says as you turn to face him. He has a girl with him, but you don't know who she is. He seems better, given the time he spent held hostage. “Have you lost your mind, girl?”

Sighing, you roll your eyes at him. You have a lunch date on the beach, and you don't wanna waste any more time with meaningless people. “Yeah. I'm dating the pool guy.” You tell him, shrugging your shoulders. “Actually, I'm in love with the pool guy. And now I work at a scuba diving store, so you can come up with some kind of name for me too, but you wanna know what? I don't give a damn.” Pulling Billy harder, you start walking again. “I'd love to say that we'll be seeing each other soon, but we won't. So... Goodbye, Daniel.” Turning on your heels, you leave the couple behind.

The drive to the beach is short, and instead of sitting on the sand, you chose to seat on the hood of his car. Which he now calls Lily, and you peacefully eat the sandwiches and drink the soda. You wouldn't trade it for all the money in the world. The ocean, the sunlight, the fresh wind messing with your hair. The simple food, the hood of his car... And him. Billy is certainly the best part. Having him here is indescribable, and knowing you'll go back home with him is even better.

“So... Will you help me chose something to major in?” You ask as he helps you climb off of the hood, taking your hand and starting to walk down the beach.

“Actually, I have some fresh news coming straight from Jason.” He says, a bright smile on his lips.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you stop to look at him. “What news...?”

“Mr. and Mrs. Heeler, from the store.” Billy starts, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. “They want to retire and they're thinking about passing the store over to you and Jason since they don't have any relatives. If you both agree on being associates.”

“Oh my God!” You exclaim, tiptoeing to crash your lips on his. “This is amazing.”

“Please act surprised when Jason tells you.” In a sudden motion, Billy reaches for your thighs, pulling you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. Using his shoulder for balance, you giggle. “He didn't want me to tell you but I couldn't resist.”

“This is just awesome. This is...” Taking a deep breath, you take a look at the ocean. The sound of the waves crashing is low and calming, and the way the sunlight reflects on the water shines like liquid silver. Then, you look at Billy again, his smile warming up your heart. “I love you.” You haven't said it yet, but it feels like the right time. And this is how you feel. You've never been in love before, but you know how this is how it feels. Like someone owns your whole heart. “I'm not sure if you feel the same but I just need you to know that–”

“I'm completely in love with you.” Billy cuts you off, bouncing you up a little and making the way back to his car. “I have been for a while and that scared the hell out of me.” When you reach Lily, he puts you down on the hood, remaining in between your legs. “But now... I'm sure of it. I want a life with you. A future.”

Blushing, you smile, your forehead touching Billy's. “So that thing you said about me getting to pick the kid's names...” You tease, placing a kiss on the corner of his lips.

“I mean it, if...” Pulling away from a little, he locks eyes with you. “If you don't pick something silly like the name you insisted on giving my car.”

“It's not silly!” Playfully, you try to push him away, giggling when he grabs your sides, tickling you. “Alright! Alright!” After a while you manage to stop him, his hands going back to your hips. “We'll pick names we both like. How does it sound?”

“It sounds like we're talking about kids even before getting married.”

“What?” Furrowing your eyebrows, you try to process what the hell he just said. “Sorry, I thought you heard you talking about...”

“I never felt like the type for marriage but, God, I want to marry you,” Billy exclaims, connecting his lips to yours.

You have a lot to say, a lot of things to ask, but you surrender to the kiss instead. This is all the answers you need. His lips on yours, on this paradise on Earth.

California never felt like home because home isn't a place, but a person. Billy is your home. Wherever you are, if he's with you, it's the right place. Nothing else needs to be said. The life you had before vanished like smoke in the air, and this is even better than everything you could ever dream of. Not all the money in the world can buy this moment, and you don't regret a thing. Love is far more important, and now that you found it, nothing will make you let it go.

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War War War (Jet Set Trio vs. Sakurai Clan Ver.)

[Tomi:]

You should have taken our offer when we gave the chance, wench. Now you're going to pay for it!

[Aranai:]

I'm gonna enjoy wiping the floor with you, you mouthy, little fuck!

---(All)--- WAR! This is our way of life WAR! Here, there’s no choice but to kill WAR! No backing outta this fight WAR! WAR! WAR! WAR! (Let’s go!) WAR! We've honed our rhymes WAR! Sharpened words to cut like knives WAR! You'll be lucky just to survive WAR! WAR! WAR!

[Luis:]

We are the JST! (Karada: What's up?) The best rap group alive, why can't you see? Sakurai Clan tries to act like their emcees But they're at the bottom of the pole, don't you agree? (Tomi: Yes!) From the moment that we met, I didn't like you A lawyer, a nun, and a loudmouth bitch too With our cold-ass rhymes and our hellish hate We will burn you all, that is your fate!

[Kisouna:]

That's quite big talk from someone so small You act big and bad, but you had the gall To try to use and bribe us because you're scared There's no use trying to hide, cause you won't be spared! The only thing that you lot trust is money I'd say I feel sorry, but I'm not, cause it's funny! (Aranai: Ha!) You have nothing to say, so there's nothing to discuss Why don't you boys run back home, and leave the real work to us?

---(All)--- WAR! This is our way of life WAR! Here, there’s no choice but to kill WAR! No backing outta this fight WAR! WAR! WAR! WAR! (Aight!) WAR! We've honed our rhymes WAR! Sharpened words to cut like knives WAR! You'll be lucky just to survive WAR! WAR! WAR!

[Karada:]

Me against a nun? Now, that's just not fair I'm not pulling any punches, so you'd best to beware Take your 'holier than thou' attitude and get bent It's not doing anything but costing me sense (cents) I believe in only one thing, and that's myself Your little B.I.B.L.E. can rot on my bookshelf The only god I worship is the one of victory Which is why JST will win this easily! (Tomi: Not bad, Karada.)

[Shisuta:]

'Holier than thou'? Now, that's just sad To hear that from someone like you makes me want to laugh You, who boast and brag about your wealth and physique When on the inside, you are just poor and weak Your 'god' is superficial, meaning it isn't real It won't solve all your problems or help you through your ordeals The true god of victory is the Most High God Which is why this battle is your loss! (Aranai & Kisouna: LOL)

---(All)--- WAR! This is our way of life WAR! Here, there’s no choice but to kill WAR! No backing outta this fight WAR! WAR! WAR! WAR! (Aranai: Sakurai Clan! Ahh!) WAR! We've honed our rhymes WAR! Sharpened words to cut like knives WAR! You'll be lucky just to survive WAR! WAR!

[Tomi:]

My name? It's High Class, you peasants!

You dare to insult me right in my face? Women like you should stay still and learn their own place! Just looking at you fills me with such agitation Stay in Ueno City, it fits your horrid reputation! Those precious sakura trees you seem to hold highly I'll tear them all down, it would do your city nicely! None of you are worthy of JST's technique (Luis: Not at all.) I've no time to waste on someone pitiful and weak! (Karada: LOL)

[Aranai:]

This woman you're talking to has a name, you prick It's Aranai, and you'd better say it with respect, bitch! You obviously don't know the rules of our city So let me lay it out for you, little baby Tomi (Kisouna: One!) When Sakurai talks, you shut up and listen! (Shisuta: Two!) We don't like something, you hurry up and fix it! (Shisuta & Kisouna: Three!) Never, ever disrespect the sakura! Break any of these, and you'll meet us (Sakurai Clan: The Sakurai Clan!)

---(All)--- WAR! This is our way of life WAR! Here, there’s no choice but to kill WAR! No backing outta this fight WAR! WAR! WAR! WAR! (Yeah!) WAR! We've honed our rhymes WAR! Sharpened words to cut like knives WAR! You'll be lucky just to survive WAR! WAR! WAR!

[Kisouna:]

Time to finish this!

You Aoyama fools have clearly met your match So hurry and retreat before you end up dispatched!

[Luis:]

And who's going to end us? You? Get real! You will never extinguish our hot-as-hell zeal!

[Shisuta:]

JST, you can see that you're beat Please do the right thing, and admit your defeat!

[Karada:]

'Admit our defeat?' Why the hell would we do that? We can never be beaten, and that is a fact!

[Aranai:]

I'm sick and tired of you upper-class pricks! Hurry up, so we can finally put an end to this shit!

[Tomi:]

This battle has been over long before its begun The ravelings of Sakurai have now come undone! (JST! JST!)

---(All)--- WAR! This is our way of life WAR! Here, there’s no choice but to kill WAR! No backing outta this fight WAR! WAR! WAR! WAR! WAR! We've honed our rhymes WAR! Sharpened words to cut like knives WAR! You'll be lucky just to survive WAR! WAR! WAR!

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War War War (Jet Set Trio vs. Sakurai Clan Ver.)

[Tomi:]

You should have taken our offer when we gave the chance, wench. Now you're going to pay for it!

[Aranai:]

I'm gonna enjoy wiping the floor with you, you mouthy, little fuck!

---(All)--- WAR! This is our way of life WAR! Here, there’s no choice but to kill WAR! No backing outta this fight WAR! WAR! WAR! WAR! (Let’s go!) WAR! We've honed our rhymes WAR! Sharpened words to cut like knives WAR! You'll be lucky just to survive WAR! WAR! WAR!

[Luis:]

We are the JST! (Karada: What's up?) The best rap group alive, why can't you see? Sakurai Clan tries to act like their emcees But they're at the bottom of the pole, don't you agree? (Tomi: Yes!) From the moment that we met, I didn't like you A lawyer, a nun, and a loudmouth bitch too With our cold-ass rhymes and our hellish hate We will burn you all, that is your fate!

[Kisouna:]

That's quite big talk from someone so small You act big and bad, but you had the gall To try to use and bribe us because you're scared There's no use trying to hide, cause you won't be spared! The only thing that you lot trust is money I'd say I feel sorry, but I'm not, cause it's funny! (Aranai: Ha!) You have nothing to say, so there's nothing to discuss Why don't you boys run back home, and leave the real work to us?

---(All)--- WAR! This is our way of life WAR! Here, there’s no choice but to kill WAR! No backing outta this fight WAR! WAR! WAR! WAR! (Aight!) WAR! We've honed our rhymes WAR! Sharpened words to cut like knives WAR! You'll be lucky just to survive WAR! WAR! WAR!

[Karada:]

Me against a nun? Now, that's just not fair I'm not pulling any punches, so you'd best to beware Take your 'holier than thou' attitude and get bent It's not doing anything but costing me sense (cents) I believe in only one thing, and that's myself Your little B.I.B.L.E. can rot on my bookshelf The only god I worship is the one of victory Which is why JST will win this easily! (Tomi: Not bad, Karada.)

[Shisuta:]

'Holier than thou'? Now, that's just sad To hear that from someone like you makes me want to laugh You, who boast and brag about your wealth and physique When on the inside, you are just poor and weak Your 'god' is superficial, meaning it isn't real It won't solve all your problems or help you through your ordeals The true god of victory is the Most High God Which is why this battle is your loss! (Aranai & Kisouna: LOL)

---(All)--- WAR! This is our way of life WAR! Here, there’s no choice but to kill WAR! No backing outta this fight WAR! WAR! WAR! WAR! (Aranai: Sakurai Clan! Ahh!) WAR! We've honed our rhymes WAR! Sharpened words to cut like knives WAR! You'll be lucky just to survive WAR! WAR!

[Tomi:]

My name? It's High Class, you peasants!

You dare to insult me right in my face? Women like you should stay still and learn their own place! Just looking at you fills me with such agitation Stay in Ueno City, it fits your horrid reputation! Those precious sakura trees you seem to hold highly I'll tear them all down, it would do your city nicely! None of you are worthy of JST's technique (Luis: Not at all.) I've no time to waste on someone pitiful and weak! (Karada: LOL)

[Aranai:]

This woman you're talking to has a name, you prick It's Aranai, and you'd better say it with respect, bitch! You obviously don't know the rules of our city So let me lay it out for you, little baby Tomi (Kisouna: One!) When Sakurai talks, you shut up and listen! (Shisuta: Two!) We don't like something, you hurry up and fix it! (Shisuta & Kisouna: Three!) Never, ever disrespect the sakura! Break any of these, and you'll meet us (Sakurai Clan: The Sakurai Clan!)

---(All)--- WAR! This is our way of life WAR! Here, there’s no choice but to kill WAR! No backing outta this fight WAR! WAR! WAR! WAR! (Yeah!) WAR! We've honed our rhymes WAR! Sharpened words to cut like knives WAR! You'll be lucky just to survive WAR! WAR! WAR!

[Kisouna:]

Time to finish this!

You Aoyama fools have clearly met your match So hurry and retreat before you end up dispatched!

[Luis:]

And who's going to end us? You? Get real! You will never extinguish our hot-as-hell zeal!

[Shisuta:]

JST, you can see that you're beat Please do the right thing, and admit your defeat!

[Karada:]

'Admit our defeat?' Why the hell would we do that? We can never be beaten, and that is a fact!

[Aranai:]

I'm sick and tired of you upper-class pricks! Hurry up, so we can finally put an end to this shit!

[Tomi:]

This battle has been over long before its begun The ravelings of Sakurai have now come undone! (JST! JST!)

---(All)--- WAR! This is our way of life WAR! Here, there’s no choice but to kill WAR! No backing outta this fight WAR! WAR! WAR! WAR! WAR! We've honed our rhymes WAR! Sharpened words to cut like knives WAR! You'll be lucky just to survive WAR! WAR! WAR!

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Not just a Monster

Warning: Blood, Violence, death

24: Secrets out

Read 3rd P.O.V

Soo-Nico laid on top of the other dead body's some of her group and others of the invaders. Flies were landing on them as blood seemed in more through their clothes creating large puddles of different types of blood.

The monster inside of Soo-Nico was beginning to fester. Taking over every inch of her body, telling the dying girl to wake up. That it wasn't her time or ever will be inevitable. She was going to evolve into something much more stronger and powerful.

In no time she'll be a ticking time bomb, as her wound was healing already. It would be like nothing had happened. The color was coming back to her ghostly green pale skin going back to its original color Gradually.

" come on!" Her inside monster would yell. " get up." Even though the monster wasn't supposed to care or worry about its host it somehow felt bad. I remembered when I said I'll be real soon the desire to resist us too tempting.

Maybe it was time for it. She couldn't stay full human forever. For humans to survive, they would have to change it was the only way as Soo-Nico had no choice but to Evolve.

Her body gave into the deep void of death that wanted to swallow her whole. Her fingers and toes started to twitch one by one her chest began to rise up and down again.

Then all in one moment her lids flashed open revealing nothing but fully black eyes. Tears dripped from down them As her head inhumanely twisted from side to side giving off sinister smile.

" They think they can kill me?" She laughed crazily, " oh, they can try but they can't kill the desires that are inside!" Soo-Nico sat up. Staring at the dead bodies she sat on top of.

" They can't kill my friends!" Those were the last words that slip out of her bloodied-up dried lips. Thinking about her friends. Those invaders were all going to die.

Soo-Nico P.O.V

When I woke up I didn't recognize myself. I didn't know why I was crying? However, I began to smile, for some reason looking from side to side I felt different.

It was like I had awoken in someone else's body. Soon a couple of memories came flooding back to the surface of my brain. Little fragments here and there. I had stayed with a group inside this apartment building.

But I can't remember anyone else or anything before I came here? I wondered why I was In a darkish closet that smelled weird. And files were everywhere.

I then realized what happened invaders had come in. Attacking my people killing some and trying to kill me in the process little did they know?  My smile widened. " they think they can kill me?" I began to laugh and not the type where I find something funny.

" oh, they can try but they can't kill these desire inside!" I desired to get back at the ones who harmed me did me wrong they were foolish just to kill anyone. I sat up seeing the dead bodies my some of my people, and the invaders.

" They can't kill my friends!" those were the last words that left my lips that tasted strange and felt dry. I thought about my friends and how the others were going to die for what they did.

Standing up I walked towards the door grasping the nob opening it slowly. The light was bright that I had to Squint my eyes and look away for a moment. The air was filled with dust and smoke giving off a haze.

I stayed there for a few seconds until continuing. Soon a dead body came into view it was on fire. It was Sun-Young. Guess she turned too.

Passing the Elevators and the large column that was right around the corner a large man was standing in front of a group I knew who they were.

Their faces showed sorrow, " she's going to die isn't she?" The man with the glasses said. But the guy with the gun wasn't so thrilled and told him to shut up.

Threatening him with his gun, no one noticed me yet as I was standing in someone's blood. Soon others came in I recognized one, with the crazy hair and the sickening urges for girls.

I felt my fingers' nails sharp as I clenched my fist. I wanted to kill him. " Where the hell have you been?!" The man that was guarding asked.  " Shut your trap your breath stinks—" he glanced over at me.

Eyes going wide, I grinned a little. " what the fuck is wrong with that chick?" He pointed and soon everyone was taken back in surprise. By Fear mixed in with relief and confusion. The girl in the red jumper stood up.

" Soo-Nico?!" The girl called, I remembered her name to be Eun-Yoo, she knew about me being infected. Tears were in her eyes. " sit down!!" the man screamed at her. Her brother Eun-Hyuk pulled her down.

" so the bitch is a monster all along," The crazy hair boy walked over to me. " I can't wait to kill you!" He spits raising his weapon but I didn't give him time to by grabbing the inside of his mouth gripping at his jaw.

My black eyes stare into his brown ones he made some gurgling sounds and in one swift move, I jerked his mouth right off of his dirty mouth he won't be able to use.

He fell to the floor with a thud as his blood-covered my hand. My eyes hardened as I saw one of the other men. They pointed their guns at me and began to shoot at me.

I felt the bullets go throw but it didn't hurt. I kept going like it didn't bother me which it didn't. The men began to shake back up, as my bloodied hand shot out into the man's chest.

He Screamed, yanking on to my arm trying to pull away. I felt around then grabbing what I wanted clutching it feeling wet as it beat. I ripped it out staring at the guy's heart I ripped out his eyes rolled in the back of his head as he tried to gasp for air.

I pushed him to the ground, he was already dead before hitting the concrete. Dropping the squishy heart, screams were let out. I turned to them, they wall-scooted away terrified at what they just witnessed. I began to walk towards them but I some began to feel tired my knees went weak. I felt my sticky Palms of my hands hit against the cool concrete. I breathed in and out slowly my eyes went back to normal.

Someone got up and run over to me. It was Eun-Yoo, " are you alright!" she crouched down beside pulling me into her embrace. " I– I'm fine." a huge lump formed into my throat I tried to swallow but it was nearly impossible.

Tears formed in my eyes it all came back to what I just did. " she's– she's one of them a Monster!!" Jae-Hwan called out. I knew it, I looked up they were all staring at him. " well you saw what she did she could do that to us if we don't—" he was interrupted.

" So what Jay-Hwan she saved us?!" Eun-Yoo barked back at him defending me. I stared in awe, she didn't have to do that. " I knew about her being infected for a while now but didn't say anything knowing how you'll react."

Her brother didn't look surprised when I stared at him. " you what she could of—" jay-Hwan tried to speak but Eun-Shook her head. " but she didn't!" The conversation was soon stopped by someone jumping down from the ceiling.

" Eun-Yoo right, she risked her life for us the least we can do is thank her I would have kept it a secret too." Hi-kyeong walked towards us. " thank her?!" Jay-Hwan stood up about to fuss again but expectedly, Eun-Hyuk got up to them and faced him.

" it doesn't matter now, her monster or not she with us." He walked over towards me. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, " I'm sorry Soo-Nico, for putting you through all that trouble." He stuck out his hand.

They didn't hate me, I smiled. With my other none bloodied one I took a hold of his and he and his sister helped me up. " I should have said something but I was nervous that you guys would kick me out."

I stared at the group but then noticed Hyun-Su wasn't there. " where's Hyun-Su?" They were quiet, " Jeung-Seob and a couple of others took him to the roof." Eun-Hyuk clarified. Was he okay? Were they going to kill or hurt him?

By the Expression on my face, he could tell what I was thinking. " he was wounded but he'll be okay for now we need to Focus on a plan on what we are going to do." Yi-Kyeong nodded.

" We need to go," she motioned for us to come along Eun-Hyuk helped me walk. But a man came out in front stopping us. " I knew this would happen!" he slapped Ms. Cha and grabbing her from behind pointing his weapon.

" Drop your gun!" Yi-Kyeong threatened to point hers. " we should make a bet on who can kill more people!" He then shot Duk-Silk in the shoulder my eyes widened. Hearing people scream backing up.

" you're going to lose, so drop your fucking gun!" He yelled but Yi-Kyeong held her ground. This pissed him off more than she already was. " I said  drop your fucking gun, you bitch!"

He wasn't playing around, she knew it lowering the weapon. Dropping it on the floor, He soon pushed Ms. Cha harshly and ran to Yi-Kyeong slapping her. She fell to the floor, " This is just the beginning, you bitch!" He cursed kicking her.

I couldn't let this happen as he continued to kick and hit her with the end of his gun. I looked around and found a crowbar grabbing it I got out of Eun-Yoo's hold and ran over towards him bashing it against his head. I backed up as Eun-Hyuk and Byeong-II pushed him up against the tank but the guy's gun went up and began shooting the ceiling. We ducked for cover as Bullets it the glass chandelier shattering into tiny pieces flying everywhere.

The guy with the gun soon flew back hitting the column as his blood splattered all over it. He was dead Turing my head it was Yi-Kyeong the one that shot him. her chest huffed up and down like she was tired.

We all waited a couple more minutes before doing anything making sure there was no one else. I sat down on the ground staring at the mess and the Stench of blood and a burnt body.

Everyone was scared and shaken up as the guys dragged the men That were killed by Me and Yi-Kyeong. I hoped Hyun-Su was okay, if he were to come to do here and see me I wondered what he will think? It was hard to say watching the girl he liked died in his arm, then getting taken by the leader not on when he'll come back if he does then finding out the girl that was supposed to be dead is alive and he'll think the only reason is that she's infected.

What was I going to say? I lied to him all this time making him think I was human. I couldn't remember anything about my family still. Did I even have a mother a father or a brother, sister? Something tells me I didn't have much of one.

Even school I don't remember anything at all it's all a blur in my mind. Hanging my head low tears dripped from my eyes. I made a big mistake of coming here. Maybe I would have been better off I thought until there was the sound of an elevator door opening.

Thinking it was Hyun-Su I quickly got up running over towards it but it was him it was another guy. The others came pointing their weapons at him. Faces Contoured in anger.

He held up his hands in Surrender, " stop it! Stop this we don't have time for it!" The guy cried, " what do you mean?" Byeong-II questioned, " if they come down we're all dead!" I raised an eyebrow who?

Was he talking about Hyun-Su? " what are you talking about?" People pressed their weapons more towards him I was standing right beside Eun-Yoo. " All right I'll put my weapon down, okay!" He laid it on the ground.

Then pulled something out of his Pocket it was a red piece of paper. " here, read this!!" He handed it over to Yi-Kyeong she looked at him suspiciously then took it. Hye-In read it out loud to us.

" special infectee Report guide." She began, my heartbeat started to pick up. " We guarantee the safety of anyone Who reports a special infection. You will be transferred to a safe camp."

She finished my heart dropped in the pit of my stomach. They wouldn't report me, right? My fist clenched, " what does that mean?" I rolled my eyes did that person not listen? " they want to report people like me!" I said out loud looking down.

Of course, something like this would happen. I Sensed they were all staring at me, after hearing that I wasn't sure if I and Hyun-Su were safe here anymore. Anyone will do anything if that means they are assured safety.

It was quiet until a dig went off, slowly my head Rose to see the numbers on the elevator we're going down. " there coming, there coming!" Byeong-II said all Panicked everyone pointed their weapons. I didn't have one and if it was Hyun-Su I wouldn't use it.

Everyone was still as the numbers hot in the Single digits. I counted down from five if they were going to shoot him I would protect him.

THREE, TWO, ONE!

I said in my head as the elevator doors opened.

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[one-boring-person]

Only Traitors Consort With The Damned. (Part Four)

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: blood, graphic violence, death

Context: Elijah and (Y/n) hunt a couple of vampires down.

A/N: So I have quite a lot I want to write at the moment, meaning that I nearly forgot about this, so I apologise if it feels a little rushed. Again, the boys don't play a major role in this part, but they will later on in the story, I promise!

Masterlist

"Any chance we can try and keep this clean tonight? Clearing up is always a pain in this town." I whisper to the Hunter crouched beside me, our eyes fixed intently on the three figures further into the alley, their attention on something else entirely.

"I can't promise anything." Elijah chuckles lowly, edging forwards slightly as he draws his pistol, screwing on a silencer as he goes, signalling for me to do the same, waiting as I rush to obey him. Expertly, I cock the pistol and ready it for use, checking the clip silently in the darkness, taking off the safety as we move further into the alley, the two of us moving with each other as if we've been doing it for years. In unison, we lift our firearms to eye level.

"On three." Elijah commands, voice calm and steady, "One...two...three."

As one, we compress the triggers, the bullets tearing through the air as they hurtle towards our targets, easily finding their marks. Screeches of pain and outrage echo loudly in the alley as blood spurts from the wounds, though we don't pay any attention to them, cocking our guns again, firing at will, our rounds quickly depleting as every bullet finds its mark. Well aware that wooden bullets will not instantly kill them, we draw our stakes and step out of the shadows, advancing on the three vampires recovering on the floor. Upon seeing us, they snap back upright, teeth bared in anger and pain, eyes flashing ominously as they mimic our moves, stepping in time with us, ready to pounce at us. Internal conversation seems to happen, as they then suddenly lunge forwards, two of them colliding with me as the other attacks Elijah, knocking me to the floor with a grunt of surprise.

Instinctually, I kick out, catching one of them somewhere fleshy as I claw and stab at the other, the stake sinking into muscle and tendons why satisfying squelches, screams and cries of agony accompanying my every move, though they are short lived as the two vampires manage to pin me down, keeping me spread eagled and prone. Instantly, they both lean down to bite into me, one at my neck, the other at my shoulder, gasps of agony escaping me as their fangs sink into me, though a short bitter laugh accompanies it as they suddenly pull back, hissing and spitting in disgust and surprise, blood (both mine and their own) spilling from their open mouths. In that split second, I lunge upwards and plunge the stake into the heart of the closest, driving it deeply into the chest cavity, teeth gritting together as gore erupts out onto my clothes, staining my face.

Shrieking, the vampire falls to the floor, dying and writhing as I go to stand, only to be pulled back by the other, panic fluttering inside me as their hands clamp around my throat, nails digging into my skin, drawing blood as they start to squeeze, triumphant cackle loud and unpleasant in my ears. Struggling for breath, I claw at the vice-like grip, kicking out and writhing, the edges of my vision slowly going fuzzy as the oxygen stops reaching my brain.

Feeling my energy start to dwindle, I notice my limbs going limp, my arms heavy and leaden as my eyes roll back into my head, unconsciousness threatening to take over, prompting the vampire to suddenly drop me to the floor, my knees colliding painfully with the concrete. Instantly, it's hands are back around my throat this time with the intention of tearing out my windpipe, but I've recovered quickly enough, my hands reaching into my pocket, finding what I'm looking for. Twisting, I smash it against their chest, a cloud of mist enveloping the vampire as screams and shouts of agony erupt from them, the holy water grenade having the desired effect.

With one last burst of energy, I pull the stake from the fallen body of the first vampire and thrust it into the heart of the second, crying out in exertion as they collapse onto me, impaling themselves on it. Throwing it sideways, I look over at Elijah, who is crouched by the remains of the other vampire, blue eyes meeting mine across the gap, taking in my bloodied appearance critically.

"Lets not get too dirty, eh?" He remarks, standing and coming over after removing his stake from the vampire, helping me to my feet with a small flourish, inspecting my injuries in concern.

"Shut up." I growl, brushing myself off as I look him over, annoyed to find him nearly spotless somehow.

"Sorry. You gonna be ok? You've been bitten and scratched pretty badly." He muses, taking off his coat and offering it to me in place of my now-filthy one. Smiling tiredly, I accept the offer and slipbthe coat on, enjoying the sense of comfort it brings.

"I'll be ok, thanks. I'll go back home and fix myself up. You've got a hotel room, right?" I ask him, bending down to the bodies at my feet once more, taking the knife from my pocket as I do so.

"I do, but I can stay at yours tonight, if that helps?" Elijah replies, going to his own quarry and doing the same as I am: pulling back their lip and cutting out their left fang, soemthing all SRS Hunters are required to do, in order to prove a kill.

"No, don't worry about it. I'll survive the walk home." I decline, taking the two bloodied fangs and sticking them in my pocket, ready to go in the case back at my home, my fingers slick with gore as I slip the blade back into its sheath, my bites now beginning to hurt as I take the feet of both corpses and drag them behind a steel bin. Taking out the hip flask we all have to carry, I douse the bodies in lighter fluid, waiting for Elijah to move his own body over before setting them on fire with my lighter, aware that the remains will no longer be recognisable in the morning, after having been burnt and then obscured by the morning rain that will no doubt put out the flames before they can spread. Elijah watches all this with a critical eye.

I pull another bin across them before I turn to leave, grabbing my gun on the way, intending to take the back roads put of Santa Carla to avoid being seen and reported, aware that my appearance is not the most normal. Elijah follows me, keeping up a quiet conversation as I lead him through the labyrinth of roads and alleys, the two of us falling back into our natural habits with ease, as if we were both still Cadets back in Hunting School, joking and messing around with each other. It takes fifteen minutes of this for us to find his hotel, where he says goodbye and leaves me, still holding his holdall even after the excitement of the evening.

Blood stained and tired, I turn my back on the hotel and walk home, hoping to get washed before I get to sleep, hating the reek that has taken over my body, feeling stiff and dirty. Before long, the small shed comes into view, everything just as I left it this morning.

Grabbing the bucket of water outside the door, I head inside and lock myself in as best I can, going further into the room in the darkness, able to navigate it pretty well through instinct. Placing the bucket down, I reach into my pocket and flick on my lighter, locating a candle and lighting it, soon able to see a little better. I go around the room and light more of the candles placed around there, soon having a pleasant ring of light to do stuff in, only to then realise I'm not alone, as I first thought.

"What the hell happened to you?" Is the first thing I hear before I realise who it is, rolling my eyes when I recognise Paul's voice.

"Went on a hunt. Got messy and bitten. It happens." I prompt him dismissively, standing back a bit as I debate how to tell them to leave the room, in desperate need of some privacy so I can change in peace.

"You got bitten?!" David speaks up, stepping further into the candlelight with a worried look on his face, the others following suit.

"Yeah, twice. It's not the first time, David, don't worry. I'll just clean it and I'll be fine. Speaking of which, could you guys leave the room whilst I change? Please?"

Wordlessly, they walk out of the room and into the cold outside, waiting whilst i make an effort to clean myself up with the bucket of water, scrubbing the blood off of myself with some luck, my clothes needing a much more through clean, though that is to be expected. Pulling on some new ones, I go outside with my clothes and the bucket, leaving them there as I invite the boys back inside. Finding my first aid kit, I go to start dressing my wounds, only to find myself struggling in the dim light.

Dwayne immediately steps forwards to help me, deft fingers replacing mine as he works at cleaning and closing up the bite mark, his look of jealousy hidden to me as he sees the intimate placing of the wound. As his hands brush against my skin, I try to ignore the rising blush in my cheeks, turning instead to watch the others, only for my cheeks to darken when I see David, Marko and Paul staring at me with intensity. It takes Dwayne around five minutes to finish up, by which time the air is significantly tenser and more charged, as if something happened that no one was supposed to see.

He steps away from me, turning away as he licks his fingers clean, hissing suddenly at the tatse.

"Do you inject yourself with holy water? Why the hell does this taste so...painful?" He bursts out, dark eyes finding mine.

"All SRS Hunters are required to drink it, so that supernatural beings can't drink or use our blood for anything. It's quite a good defence tactic at times." I inform him, yawning suddenly as the energy leaves my body.

"Long day, huh?" Marko chips in from somewhere behind the others, the curly haired vampire chuckling at the grumble he receives in response.

"We should probably leave you, then. We just wanted to make sure you were alright seeing as we never really saw you tonight." David muses, reaching out to brush my hair from my face as he smiles down at me, blue eyes unnaturally soft.

"I'm sorry. It's gonna be like that for a few more days or so, as long as the Senior Officer is here, I can't see you guys so often. I don't want you getting caught." I warn him, standing from my seat as I try to ignore the butterflies in my stomach, my cheek tingling from where he touched me.

"A shame, but thank you, anyway. We'll see you around." David says, smiling once more before turning and leaving, Dwayne waving at me as he follows. Marko and Paul stepping forwards to sweep me into a hug before leaving themselves, crushing me against their chests almost protectively.

"See ya, (Y/n)." Paul calls as they walk out, leaving me alone again.

Part Five

[aassumida]

GIARDINO BLU

A / N: before I started everything I wanted to warn you that I don't speak English very well, forgive me if the story sucks

Things bloom

In unexpected moments

"But I know

This can't go on forever

I have to let you go

But I want you so much "

15th century: March 21st Italy

POV Author

It was a scorching summer day in a quiet northern Italian city in which it was not well known except for the fact that it was surrounded by fine grains of areas that covered the streets, mountains and houses, its residents were mostly humble people who lived their lives calmly, and without a lot of worries just having to stay in the same village day by day, there lived a man he was not a high class nobleman who lavished wealth and money wherever he went he was a simple homeless person nor a he was certainly not the most humble person in terms of money but he had an inherent and pure beauty that was easily hidden by his "rags" and dirt

An orphan since his birth with the disappearance or death of his parents he doesn't even know without knowing the world trapped walking in circles he steals to survive not that he really had much choice

ー hey little thief come back here with this

But an escape really was getting difficult to escape almost the whole city knew his face and knew him very well that was what they called him "little thief" even though he knew his name Naruto Uzumaki this time was a simple bakery that had the displeasure of being in touch with the blond but it wasn't his fault after all in this village street people only have one end to starve or steal to survive what would you choose?

He ran for a while until the lord of the bakery got tired of running after him giving up on leaving him with bubbling anger in his eyes Naruto took advantage of it and started eating the piece of bread with such speed that he realized where he was only after savoring "his "food in a lost forest was all he needed. The forest was full of trees it was even surprising compared to the hot climate of the village that no water was so dry wasting nature would appreciate everything since it was his first time there in his 21 years but the desperation to leave and go to the place who called it home was bigger

He walked on confusing trails up and down up there and without even knowing if he was close to leaving that place, it didn't make sense to sigh loudly with tiredness "My back is killing me and my legs are stuck in a stream" I thought with every step I took I didn't know little where he was going had left by the city gates they said that the forest was haunted they had already seen monsters there that they had tails and fierce looks stories to prevent their children from leaving home or disobeying their parents "If you don't behave I will leave you in the forest "but the most" scary "" The Monster of the Castle "the monster of the castle say he was the son of a lord who was the fruit of a love that could not even exist he was born with a few lines on his face that was thing for an ox to sleep Naruto always thought of the orphanage where he lived always told him these stories he didn’t understand yes he knew that there was indeed a man who lived in a huge old castle like the grains of sand in the city is that he was in fact the son, not of a lord, but of nothing but nothing less, the Duke of Florence, the youngest son in which he was sent is expelled for his appearance to this castle, the residents who saw him said that they said he it was ugly disgusting it’s even horrendous the blond with beautiful eyes blue sky didn’t understand didn’t understand why they didn’t even really know the man

Surprised sighs mixed with euphoria came out of his mouth as he witnessed a huge castle in front of him, it looked like it was made up of unanswered questions, he was in fact lost, but now what he was going to do to face the monster or remain lost without even being good at it. forest

He did the obvious right back to the forest not five minutes after turning around he started trying to climb the huge walls several and several attempts most fail well all until he finally managed to get over the huge walls "My God what a hell wall "

His surprise was such a huge garden composed of the most diverse and beautiful flowers ever seen, each one more beautiful than the other yellow red white pink and many more flowers never seen was right in front of him his eyes shone but he never observed everything with the greatest fascination the most beautiful thing he has witnessed in all these years but at the back of him he saw a man with short medium-length reddish hair is a thin physique watering is cultivating these flowers he seemed so serene cultivating his flowers he was so beautiful indeed there were thousands of lines and some black dots marking his face it only made him more beautiful Naruto barely noticed the hours seconds transformed into minutes gardem gave way to hours when he realized the man had already entered his castle is left his jrdim there lit only by the dim light of the moon

Naruto looked at those beautiful flowers

"Only a few will not hurt anyone"

He thought with a careful leap he looked like a cat just on the tip of his feet he was admiring for a while or a lot he lost his hours touching the flowers with delicacy they were so soft then after a few minutes he tore some flowers with care, right, carefully wrapped them in his little cloth when coming back to the forest it seemed that going back to his village was much easier maybe because of his wandering mind that only thought about the day he saw "The monster of the castle" that of a monster only had names he didn't look like a monster people really invent each thing he went to his little hiding place it was nothing too much to tell the truth just a bed is a table it could be worse was sleeping on his straw bed because we don't have any improvised money not soon after putting the flowers in a glass of water I could hardly sleep that's a thousand because just to throw himself in bed if he sleeps there like a cannonball the truth was that he only thought about the garden and the castle he wanted so much to talk to the man when you saw earlier your hunger took away everything when you fell asleep due to tiredness your thoughts were gone for an instant

Naruto POV

Italy June 22

Waking up with the hot sun hitting me in the face again was an ass every day the mana thing didn’t make a day that this village doesn’t get a miserable heat and honestly I didn’t want to wake up I looked to the side lazily but the sleep soon passed me I got up hurriedly and went to the flowers I took them in my hand shock

ー It wasn't a dream, I walk so exhausted I'm even daydreaming it can only be that

My belly is asking for urgent food I give a loud sigh but one day

ー Sometimes I just wanted to be rich

With the flowers I went walking through the streets, vast streets of the city simple houses mostly humble surrounded me small markets but a common day for everyone as always people looked at me unwanted this is what I am but I couldn't blame them in the end one a thief who steals them almost daily would be funny if it weren't tragic an old woman approached me with a smile on her face different from most people around me, how strange people usually ignore me or pretend I'm not even here or even stop to curse me I looked at him suspiciously "not a good thing"

ー What beautiful flowers my young man how much they cost

She spoke with a gentle smile I raised an eyebrow what the hell is she talking about I dared to ask

ー What?

She looked at me confused we both looked at each other in confusion it was even funny the scene two idiots not understanding anything they were talking about we were on different pages it would never work

ー You are not selling your flowers

I looked at the makeshift bouquet in my hands. Sell ​​? Flowers ? Money….

ー Ehhh yes ... I am selling it I mean they are mine… .. lady

Trying to sound as good as possible as someone who really knows what he is doing as well as I thought it sucked the old woman laughed outrageously she took some coins and handed it to me I took it firmly let her decide not to give it to me anymore

ー Well I want these roses here

She pointed it out and gave it to me quickly and right after its withdrawal I still didn't understand anything in one hand flowers in the other money

ー Money….

A whirlwind of thoughts prowled my head. I could sell flowers to get what to eat and live, maybe get out of this crappy village and thus be able to live, but these flowers are not even mine, how can I sell them?

I approached a guy who sold Shikamaru muffins I think he looked at me ugly with a mixture of tiredness he looked like he hadn't slept in ages with his black hair the Nara family one of the families but humble is respected at the same time I remembered I had assaulted him last week he just doesn't get me because of the laziness that has to be moved a putz muscle it had to be him my stomach rumbled loudly I apparently gave a boring smile and my discomfort didn't show

ー Will try to rob me again Naruto

He said suspiciously but soon after yawned his eyes slowly closed I scratched my head

ー Not this time… .I mean I'll pay myself Naruto Uzumaki I'll pay

I said hurriedly I handed him the money anyway he still looked at me suspiciously not believing in a word my look at him was judging me looking into my soul

ー HMM ... you didn't steal it from anyone is it

I looked at you offended

ー OF COURSE NO! I managed with my own money I… .. am selling flowers

I showed him the flowers with a proud look they were fascinated with them I was feeling so good that everything in me screamed "you are too convinced for someone who won 10 silvers"

ー Didn't know you grew flowers

I don't cultivate!

ー I will change of life

Said firmly

ー As long as you stop stealing my cookies I don't care little thief

ー I have a name Shikamaru

He just looked at me and gave a lazy smile I gave a smile too I left that tent and left as quickly as possible pretending dementia listening to Shikamaru's laugh behind this Shikamaru invents everything

Somewhere else

Gaara POV

Another day in this huge castle alone with my beautiful garden one of the only things that doesn't keep me lonely in this scum of life I let out loud sighs staring at the wall in disbelief how long it will last how long

I hear the door slam that made my thoughts change a little bit. Who is it that I hurry up sitting on the bed looking for my mask?

ー Master you should have been getting up ...

I sighed loud relief stamped across my entire being my right arm and the only person besides me who lives in that stupid castle came through the door with a coffee tray in addition to my cook's right arm and basically mine does everything I feel that without him I would go to freak out

Lee Rock Lee you don't need so much formality is your day off you shouldn't be doing anything but fun like I don't know dating you are young

ー The 70 year old man talks more fun than cooking is helping you in your impossible Giardino

ー Lee formality the formality reminds

He gives a small laugh Lee always manages to get laughs and smiles from me

ー yes yes you don't think you should go out a bit but Gaara meeting new people a boy or girl who knows

ー Who would want to know me or my father wants to see me my brothers for them I hardly exist because I have to be so horrendous

I said throwing myself on the bed again running my hands over the marks on my face

ー You have to stop calling yourself that not everyone cares about how you look, besides that you are very beautiful I'm sure you just didn't find the right person and your brothers love you I know NOW go take a shower to eat for the love o sunny day perfect for farming don't you think

He put the tray on top of the table, which was always full of books about flowers. I loved creating flowers and taking care of them. My mother liked it. I felt sorry for not having met him. Lee left quickly. I was already preparing for monotonous days. to the bathroom

Somewhere else

POV Author

The young Uzumaki sold "his" flowers surprisingly they made successes who saw fell in love with his old "friend" Sakura Haruno appeared all euphoric as always a woman from high society nor was it known why loads of water she was in that peaceful village

ㅡ NARUTO UZUMAKI WHO YOU STOLE THIS TIME

she said already giving him slaps and sermons as always

ㅡ AINN Sakura-Chan how long I thought until you had already fled this city

I teased her, she rolled her eyes and gave me another shit making me bewildered it hurt so much it looks like I'm going to pass out sure there will be a cock

ㅡ SHUT UP THE MOUTH BAKA You know why I'm here I need to see my lady

She smiled smugly but with a look of malice I wanted to laugh but I am respectful

ㅡ first stop screaming the scandalous it's me second came to see Hinata again

her look fell I gave a look of I KNOW YOU

ㅡ Know that the Hyuuga are enemies of the Haruno

ㅡ nonsense nobody will stop our love now give me one of these wonderful flowers

I gave her the rest of the flowers with rest I say a flower she gave me the money and I quickly denied it

ㅡ Go right before I change my mind I don't deny money

She ran quickly with the flower she knows me well the flower in her hand she swayed with the speed of her steps more obvious without first giving me another punch mommy I just don't fight with her because I don't want to be beaten to death

Watching the sunset I didn't know where I was going the streets are still busy as if the joy of the city really started I could just go away and wait one day I had money for at least tomorrow but I followed the forest when I entered it all it looked so scary but also so comforting in a short time unlike yesterday the moon was bright i didn't know where i was going i was going back to that place to that garden for that man AI Naruto your idiot is going crazy

Upon seeing the castle even with the huge trees I could clearly see flashing flames and attractive drugs

I tried school again the walls were easier than the last time when I jumped I could see those beauties this beautiful Giardino I approached without wanting to steal know how much closer I saw a body A BODY was the red-haired man I got closer her every time but my heart was beating the more I got close until I saw him sleeping he was so serene in the middle of several sunflowers

ㅡ Who are you… ..

I ran my hand over his face my fingers were delighted by his lines his shadow on his face his little dots the man opened his eyes eyes sea green beautiful as the owner grandma tell you he looked bewildered but when he noticed our approach he quickly got up and walked away

ㅡ Who are you…. why are you here