#so we just kept adding days and saving money and now well

[mod2amaryllis]

we're in Seoul :)

[stevesjockstrap]

Air Pressure

@steddiemicrofic prompt ‘fool’ • 454 words

@stcreators event 7: comedy

Bingo square from Em

Steve/Eddie • rated T • no cws • established relationship, mechanic!Steve, pranks • read on ao3

“Did the guys tell you I stopped by the shop today? They were really nice,” Eddie started, trying to keep a straight face.

Steve frowned. “What does that mean?”

Eddie busied himself with the sandwich he was making, unwilling to make eye contact.

“You know my tires needed air. They gave me a good deal, though, don’t worry.”

He watched Steve stop what he was doing, his head turning now. Eddie bit into the inside of his cheek to keep the smile from breaking his ruse.

“A deal?”

Eddie half nodded, still adding things to his sandwich. He wasn’t really sure what he was piling onto it now in his desperation to keep this joke going.

“They gave me the Premium Air, you know, the good stuff. Said it was guaranteed to stay in my tires longer or something. But don’t worry, they gave me your discount.”

Steve stood up now.

Eddie quickly turned to start putting items back in the fridge.

“Start over,” Steve demanded sternly. “You went to my shop?”

Eddie swallowed the comment about how it was so hot when he took charge like this, and nodded. “Yeah, they said you had run to the bank. Tommy was really helpful.”

Steve scrubbed a hand over his face. Got him.

“I’m sure. And you just needed air in your tires?”

Eddie grabbed more stuff, trying to keep his back to him.

“Yeah, you know how they’ve been losing air lately. But don’t worry, Tommy gave me the expensive stuff. So it shouldn’t need air for a while.”

Steve took a few steps closer and shut the fridge. “The expensive air? Did he charge you?”

“Well yeah, Steve,” he scoffed. “I didn’t know I was costing you money every time we filled them up. Tommy said that’s why you had probably been giving me the cheaper stuff and I kept needing more air. So this would save both of us money.”

Finally breaking, Steve pushed him up against the counter with a growl, pulling his chin up to make eye contact. “How much?”

“Oh, um, it was only $150.” Steve sucked in a breath. “For all four! With your discount,” he reasoned.

Steve immediately let him go, rushing to the door to shove his feet in his boots.

“Steve!”

“I’ll be back,” he huffed.

Eddie finally got his body to cooperate and followed him. “No, it’s-“

“No, baby, they screwed you over! A hundred and fifty fucking dollars for air? I’m gunna-”

Eddie grabbed him, laughing, “It’s just a joke! It’s April Fool’s Day!”

Steve stared at him for a long moment before bursting out laughing. “Fuck, Eds. I was going to go murder Tommy!”

“Aww, my hero,” he laughed, pulling him close.

[stinkysposts]

A little Drabble that I thought of while watching bistro huddy tiktoks

high school satoru x reader

Not proof read!

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You’re a server at cute little 80’s themed, American style diner owned by your aunt. You work there as a way to save up some extra money, and also as a way to help out your aunt with her business. Through working here you were able to meet a certain cheeky white-haired guy who had made it a habit to eat at the diner every Thursday, coincidentally whenever you were working. You didn’t think much of it and didn’t mind at all, considering he was a nice distraction from the occasional difficult customers that would unfortunately cross your path. Through his visits to the diner you guys had become acquainted and maybe even friends. You learned his name was Satoru Gojo and even if your interactions were short he still managed to make you smile with his silly, and sometimes flirtatious, comments, adding a little bit of joy into your otherwise long work day.

On this particular Thursday, Satoru decided to bring his friends over to the diner as well. On this day however, some of the servers were skating around the diner with roller-skates, including you. Sure, it was dangerous and probably a bad idea to skate with food in your hands, but your aunt thought it would be fun and add some pizzazz to the place. She was also secretly hoping that it would attract more customers, maybe providing some sort of entertainment, but she didn’t bother to mention that fact to you.

At this point, you were already fed up and ready to go home, seeing as it was nearing the end of your shift. The roller-skates only made your job harder, almost tripping over things and people, especially children. All in all, you weren’t ready to deal with anymore bullshit from anyone or you might go ballistic. Or maybe that’s just an exaggeration.

The lovely hostess, who also happened to be your work bestie, sat Satoru and his friends in your section. You walk over to them with the best smile you could muster despite your current mood and greet them.

“Hello, welcome to Azure Diner, I’m y/n and I’ll be your server for today!” You look over at Satoru and give him a small smile.

“And welcome back.” You set some menus down at their table.

“You can look those over while fetch you three some waters, I’ll be right back.” You skate off to get their waters, not too fast of course, you don’t want to almost go barreling into a toddler again. When you’re out of earshot, Satoru’s friends, Suguru and Shoko turn to him and Suguru smirks.

“So, that’s the server you kept raving about huh?” He sighs and shakes his head when he recalls Satoru’s seemingly endless ramblings about you, remembering that lovesick puppy dog look he had. “Honestly, they might be into you too. Don’t think I didn’t see that little smile you two exchanged.” Shoko interjects with her own thoughts about it.

“Yeah, there were practically hearts in your eyes when they came up to the table. Seriously dude, I’m surprised they haven’t caught on yet considering the fact that you frequent here every Thursday.” Satoru clicks his tongue and motions for them to quiet down.

“Shhh! I don’t need them hearing you guys.” He turns to Suguru with a pouty look. “And I did NOT have hearts in my eyes...!” Before anyone could say anything, you came back with their waters. You set their waters down

“So! Did you have a chance to look over the menu yet?” You ask, ready to take the orders. Satoru grins sheepishly.

“No actually, we got a little…distracted.” He looks down at your new footwear and smirks up at you.

“So, they have you guys wearing roller skates now huh? Isn’t that a safety hazard or something?” He chuckles and looks at you through his long, thick eyelashes. You didn’t really pay much attention to it before but now that you really look at him, he’s actually quite attractive…. Those striking blue eyes that could make anyone melt at just a glance and that smirk of his would have anyone weak in the knees. And his towering frame-

“Hello? Anyone home? Knock knock.” Satoru interrupts your thoughts and snickers seeing your slightly startled expression. You clear your throat and try to subdue the rising blush slowly creeping up your neck. You clear your throat and reply.

“Yes yes I’m here, just…lost in thought is all. I’ll give you three some time to look over the menus.” You briskly skate away in embarrassment, wondering why the hell you started zoning out like that. While serving and tending to other patrons seated in your section, you can feel Satoru’s eyes burning holes into your back. It’s a little bit unsettling but you brush it off, assuming that the table was ready to order. You make your way back to the table, pen and notepad in hand.

“Well guys? Are you ready now?” You smile politely at them. Satoru opens his mouth to speak and you interrupt smugly.

“Wait, let me guess, a double cheeseburger, extra onions, with a vanilla milkshake on the side, extra sprinkles on top.” Now it was your turn to smirk as he could only stare, slack jawed.

“Wait…you seriously memorized my order? Damn…I really need to stop coming here so often…next thing I know you’ll have my mannerisms mastered too.” He teased and brushed off the embarrassment of being so predictable. You turn towards the other two.

“And for you two?” They snicker at satoru’s embarrassment and proceed to relay to you their orders. You happily note them down and skate away to submit them.

As he watched your form depart from the table, he couldn’t help but sigh, a love struck smile slowly being etched onto his face. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly when he started to develop this little crush on you, but he knew he would have to act on it sooner or later. He could tell that Shoko and Suguru were getting fed up of him yapping out you to them, recounting every little detail about every one of his visits to the diner. At one point he wouldn’t stop gushing over the time that your hands accidentally touched as he was handing you his card to pay for his meal. He’s got it bad for you.

Later, you come back and clean up the empty plates. When they ask for the check Satoru makes a big show of paying for the whole meal, a nice gesture, but maybe it was just to impress the cute server. You run his card, the food gets paid for, and the trio leaves. Smiling to yourself as you wipe down their table you see he left a hefty tip on the receipt, as well as a hastily scribbled down set of numbers on the back. His phone number, with a small heart next to it.

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips as you pocketed the receipt. That boy is something else…

[chatsurie]

Big scary biker

It was a scary feeling. So now, twenty years after her mother had first given her the advice she did what she had once told her.

The young woman had first acknowledged that she actually was being followed after she had taken the third nonsensical turn and was now to add on to everything happening lost as well. The only thing helping her even the smallest amount that she knew what district she was in.

Kabukicho.

And even that didn't really help her predicament knowing exactly what went bump in the night here. Now it being ten at night this last thing really just added on to her already horrendous day. And even worse, her follower was slowly getting more and more cosy. Starting to holler at her and progressively reducing the distance between the two.

So yes. In Kabukicho at night without a damn way to defend herself because she had figured she could do the way to and from her university without her pepper spray, she remembered the advice her mother had given her as a five year old.

'Go and find the meanest looking biker around.'

Shouldn't be that difficult here, right? Sure she wasn't a child anymore so the strict ' we don't harm children' policy didn't apply to her anymore, but you couldn't fault a girl for trying. If worst came to worst maybe they would end up fighting over who would get to have her and she could make a quick get away then.

Nearly in a jog now, she quickened her steps. Maybe she would even find a street that wasn't seemingly abandoned and she would be able to just loose him in the bustle of the night?

Please?

This couldn't happen to her.

So deep in her thoughts and still most concerned with the man behind her still gaining on her, she nearly missed the opening door of a bar just a few meters ahead of her.

A man had stepped out. There was something about his posture leaning against the railing while taking a drag from his cigarette that was frighteningly familiar.

That couldn't be, right? But then again, she didn't think she would ever forget the way he held himself.

“Wakasa?” she whispered. Wakasa Imaushi had once been one of her greatest fear having lived in the same neighbourhood as him and therefore in the same neighbourhood he had ran his Gang in. Her twin brother had lost some money to him from time to time. Sometimes coming home late and beaten up by some of Wakasa's cronies. Whenever she had seen him outside she had crossed the street and kept her head down. The thought of avenging her brother for all the pain he had had to tolerate never even crossing her mind after the first time she had looked into his frighteningly bored eyes.

Now, that same Wakasa seemed like a saving grace.

If it were any other situation she might have considered that the way life liked to play her at the moment could be considered funny. Now however, she simply sped up again.

However before she could completely reach him, she felt a hand clamp around her wrist.

“I think you've played hard to get for enough time now. Come on Babe, come home with me. I can show you a good time.”

The grip he had on her itched on her skin.

“I don't want to,” She told the man clearly, “just leave me the fuck alone!”

The stranger rolled his eyes starting to pull her into him, while she struggled. “Come on. I know you want it too.”

“No, I fucking don't fucking creep! I'll scream if you don't let go of me right now!” The young woman spat at him as sharp as her terrified state let her.

“And what? Think that guy over there would save you? Baby. He's what five foot something? I'd body him in a second. Don't tell me you wanna be responsible for someone ending up in the hospital?”

God he was fucking gross. And hurting Wakasa? She had never seen anyone come even close. Trying to kick him in his balls to get just the tiniest bit closer to the white Leopard failed horrendously as he simply blocked her. She hadn't been fast enough.

She really needed some fucking training. What if she ended up in a similar situation again?

“That was a dirty move, Darling.” The man snapped, starting to twist her wrist.

That was enough.

“Wakasa!” The scream was accompanied with an excruciating crack of her wrist.

She wasn't able to turn around to see if the man had heard her. She was much too occupied trying to get out of the man's grip that hurt even more now. Tears slowly building in her eyes.

Please. Please he had to have heard her!

She didn't have to wander much longer as a well known drawl was heard behind her.

“What 'cha doing with the lady, man?” He had always sounded uninterested in everything but when you knew him you were able to detect a certain coldness. One she had had to hear often enough during her childhood, while hiding behind her brother terrified.

Now that she thought about it, at least he had never broken a fucking bone.

“None of your business, pal. Move along and just forget what you saw. Nothings going on here. My girlfriends just drunk.”

“Girlfriend, huh?” The experienced fighter whispered nearly to himself, “is that what they call this shit these days? Man I'm getting old. Ya know,” he went on a bit louder, while putting a hand on the strangers wrist in turn, “I know this one quite well. And I know for a fact woman's smart enough to not be with someone like you. So I'll be real nice here and give you one last chance to let go of someone who's under my fucking protection.”

The man who was still holding her wrist in a hurtful way spat on the ground next to Wakasa's feet. “What you got a crush on her? We can share ya know?”

That seemed to be the last straw the man had needed. She had only heard a whooshing sound as Wakasa's foot made contact with the man's stomach, finally freeing her hand as he stumbled backwards.

“Get into the fucking bar,” Wakasa told her an angry glimmer in his eyes, “Shin and Benkei are there too.” She had never seen him that angry.

Nodding at him she whispered a small thanks before basically sprinting to the bar still a little distance away.

She remembered Shinichiro clearly. Wakasa had mellowed down just the tiniest bit, after he had joined the charismatic man. Shin had always been nice to her brother and her.

And now, looking at him, seemingly unsuccessfully trying to chat up the waitress, it seemed like he had never changed.

Cradling her wrist against her chest she slowly made her way up to the two men as Benkei laughed at Shinichiro's despair after the waitress had left.

“He-” clearing her throat she tried again just the tiniest bit louder, “Hey guys.”

Both men turned around, a surprised look in their eyes.

“Who are-” Benkei started a pensive look in his eyes probably trying to figure out why she seemed so familiar, before Shin made the connection.

“Yo (Name), how are ya. I haven't seen you in some time. How's your brother? What are you even doing here. Isn't it a bit late? Kabukicho is dangerous ya know?”

Pulling out a chair with her unhurt wrist she plopped down on a chair.

“Whoa, whoa whoa. Pull back a lil'. That's (Name)? Damn you grew up fast. Still remember you as a little runt.”

A blush slowly creeping up, she rubbed her neck. “Well, I obviously grew up,” she told him defensively.

“Wait, you came in here, despite seeing Wakasa? He did go out to smoke. I thought you were still terrified of him? I told him he should apologise to you and your brother.” Shin chimed in as well.

Scratching the skin of her arm in discomfort she nodded, “yeah, I actually uh, spoke to him. He uh, told me you guys were in here.”

“You alright?” Benkei asked her, after throwing an inquisitive look down her, “what the fuck happened with your wrist?”

Gulping she took a sip out of Shinichiro's glass of water that stood next to her. Her hands still shaking.

“There uh, there was this guy that followed me? I kinda accidentaly ended up in Kabukicho trying to shake him and um, well, we kind of got into this ruffle just a short distance away from the bar and anyways, Waka- Wakasa is currently dealing with him.”

“The fuck?!” Shinichiro called.

“I'm taking her to the hospital now,” a bored voice came from right behind her chair, nearly sending her into a heart attack. God did he always have to be this fucking silent? “Maybe deal with the piece of shit lying outside though? I don't exactly want a murder charge on me. Annoying as hell.

Benkei and Shinichiro nodded as she got up with the two of them, following the three men outside, after they had paid.

Avoiding to even throw a glance towards the direction everything happened, the woman busied herself with trying to get to terms with the fact that she would need to get on a bike. God, she hated bikes. Her brother sometimes took her and he drove like a fucking lunatic. It was a wonder he was still alive.

“Come on. We need to get this looked at.” Wakasa called out to her, holding out a helmet, before realising she would have trouble putting it on.

As he stepped closer and put the helmet on her surprisingly gentle she felt her heart speeding up again. This time out of a different reason. Why did he have to smell so good?

A shiver went down her spine as his bruised knuckles came into contact with the skin on her neck, as he fastened the helmet with a click.

“Now. Lets get you to the hospital. You sure you can do the ride without panicking? You've been weirdly calm the whole time. If you need anything just pull my shirt.”

I think the adrenaline is still doing a good job. My wrist doesn't even hurt yet.”

Wakasa looked away. For a short second she could have sworn to see something like guilt swarm in his eyes.

“Sorry. I didn't realize until you screamed.”

She shook her head as she got on behind him. “No, it's fine. It's not something you expect to happen I guess.”

Throwing her one last glance, he carefully pulled her arms from the bike around his small, warm but most importantly solid waist. It was weird. She always knew he was strong. But now feeling his muscles under his shirt just made everything more real.

This had really happened.

She had nearly been raped.

Wakasa had saved her.

“Thank you.” She whispered against his back, as the bike came to life and just before he started driving she simply felt him tapping her hand in a calming manner.

At the hospital she had gotten a pain killer and something to calm her down, after the first panic attack had washed over her.

This was real.

And she had just been really really fucking lucky. If she hadn't taken the turns she had taken, if he hadn't went out for a smoke? If she hadn't called out to him, if he hadn't-.

Her thoughts were interrupted, by Wakasa stretching next to her, before slightly flicking her forehead. “I can nearly hear you thinking yourself into another panic attack. Your save. Everything's fine. I won't let anyone hurt you. I promise. And he sure as hell will never fucking touch you again. So no need to panic. I'm here okay? You're safe now.”

[shyanddreamy]

You can't save everyone

Happy Lowman x Reader | Part 5 | Finale

Outside Stockton, there were some bikes waiting. Chibs and Happy were by your side, and next to you were the Mayans Oakland Pres and VP. Marcus Alvarez was there too. Although he no more wore his kutt, he wanted to be there with the rest of you. Two years were a great amount of time to rebuild what had been destroyed, so Mayans and Sons were partners once again. The biggest difference was that this time, there were lot of new prospects to refill the charters.

When you saw Creeper get out of prison, you grinned. His smile grew wide too. He hugged Marcus first and his brothers second. And then, he looked at you. You jumped into his arms at the same time he embraced you tightly.

“I can’t believe you’re finally out”, you greeted him.

“Fuck, me neither.”

After the end of the war, Santo Padre’s charter was blamed for all the crimes Creeper had confessed, so his sentence was changed, and he got only two years. It was all bullshit, of course, but whatever deal Kody made with the person in charge of the operation against the MC, she made sure it would benefit Creeper. Six months later, his request to be transferred to Stockton was approved. There were more Mayans and Sons in that prison, so he was safer, and he was also nearer his future new charter. And nearer you, too.

Once he released himself from your hug, Creeper approached Chibs and Happy to greet them with a handshake and a pat on the back. During this time, they had been working together to reunite both MCs. And they had done a good job.

“C’mon, we have some ladies back home waiting to give you a warm welcome”, Chibs told him.

“Listen to him, carnal”, Marcus added. “SAMCRO has always had great women around them.”

“I’m sure we could find one for you too, old man”, Happy responded.

“Not if I want my wife to open the door for me when I get home. But as long as you have booze in there, I’m in for a welcome party.”

After the war, when SAMCRO voted on the direction they wanted to take, the decision was controversial. Over time, they realised that the porn industry moved a lot of money, but they kept doing smaller business outlaw, as well as threatening or blackmailing their competition. You can take the man out of the criminal life, but you can’t take the criminal life out of the man. Anyway, things were good now.

The fact that Creeper’s welcome party was held at Charming was something meaningful. SAMCRO wanted to demonstrate their goodwill by letting a bunch of Mayans enter their territory, celebrate the return of a brother, and together pay their respects to the fallen.

When you saw Neron coming back from the dorms as he was in pain, you couldn’t help but laugh. He walked towards you and took a sit next to you on the sofa.

“They're treating you more than well.”

“Fuck. Those hoes are going to kill me”, he said. “I really wanted to bang some chick, but now I won’t be able to have a hard-on for days.”

“What were you expecting? You are like a legend here”, you remained him. “The Mayan who convinced his brothers to sit down and talk with SOA. The one who got peace from prison.”

“Just because you kept me alive first.”

“Oh, c’mon, shut up”, you said, shaking your head while smiling. “We’ve talk about that too many times. Don’t start again.”

The first time you talked with Creeper after the war, he was completely broken. Knowing FBI had killed his whole charter was devastating for him. He thought he had lost everything, but he didn’t give up. And when you suggested that he should talk to his brothers to open the door to dialogue, you gave him a new purpose to live for. It was only a matter of time before he was able to heal his wounds. When Oakland’s charter offered him a place at their table, Neron was more convinced that the brotherhood for which he had given his life was not completely over.

“But it’s the truth, Y/N”, he insisted. “I owe you my life.”

“So, just keep living”, you told him. “Don’t let the past drag you down.”

“I won’t. I swear.”

“Good.”

You looked at him with a sweet smile, recognising in him the genuine smile you had loved since the first time you saw it. Despite everything, the deaths, the blood, and the betrayals, that smile was still there. He was there. And that filled you with joy. It was amusing to think that all this had started just because he was in the bathroom you desperately needed to use. Fate was peculiar.

“Have you heard anything more from Kody?”, you asked him since the memory of how you met reminded you of the time Kody called you asking for the bathroom chick.

“Fuck no”, he growled. “And I don’t wanna hear her name again. She’s dead to me.”

You didn’t know what had really happened between them or why she had so much influence in the FBI, and probably you would never know for sure, but you had some conjectures in mind. However, it no longer mattered.

Even if you had wanted to, you wouldn’t have been able to add anything before Tig shouted for you to approach the group who were about to do a round of shots.  

“It’s going to be a fucking long day”, Creeper muttered as he stood up. “Are you in? I’d like to see who’s the first to throw up over the table.”

“Hell yes.”

*

As hours went by, you felt your body getting more and more tired. You didn’t want to go home yet, so you opted to sit down on a stool next to the counter bar. When one of the prospects asked if you wanted something, you said a bottle of water.

“Welcome parties are always hard”, Marcus commented, sitting on the stool next to you with a glass full of some liquor. “I’m glad to finally meet Happy’s Old Lady.”

“It’s my pleasure, Padrino”, you answered. “I've heard great things about you.”

“Half will be lies”, he assured you, smiling slightly. “Good things I’ve done are only because I’m too old. Experience always makes you clever.”

“Those pricks could learn something from you then. I’m pretty sure that some of them just think with their dicks.”, you added. And your words made Marcus laughed. “But I like to see them like that. After all that happened, it’s good to see them having a good time together.”

“Yeah, it is”, he nodded. “When you don’t know war, peace is overrated. I hope they have learnt enough not to repeat the same mistakes”.

“Sounds good, but there’s always going to be mistakes. Doing bad things is their way of living. Is what they do.”

“Did you get to know Clay?”, Marcus asked you suddenly.

“Yeah, for a while. But mostly at the end”, you answered. “With half lung less he wasn’t so intimidating.”

“He did good things, but also bad ones. Now is remembered for the bad ones. Jax did bad things too, but he’s remembered just for the great ones. What I mean is that we all do both. Always. That’s why our successes must be bigger than our mistakes”, he explained to you before suddenly changing the subject. “Happy and you want kids?”

“Nope. We’re good. Kids ain’t our thing.”

“I have a two-years-old boy waiting for me at home. And two teenagers too. Having your own family helps you to think more with the heart and less with the head.”, he told you. “You did it too. Thinking with your heart. You convincing SAMCRO to protect Creeper so he could find out who the rat was helped us a lot after the war. SAMCRO upholding the code between MCs and the brotherhood really meant something to the rest of the Mayans who were tired of so much betrayal and lies.”

“Some of these men wouldn’t say that it was a good thing I thought with the heart. They’d say I did what I did because I’m a woman. That we’re always the weakest and fucking sensitive.”

“So, fuck them”, Marcus answered. “Thinking only with the head is what has caused so much bloodshed.”

“Now I understand why they call you Padrino”, you said with a grin on your face. “And now I really believe all the great things I heard about you.”

Although you would have loved to carry on the conversation for the rest of the night, noticing your phone vibrating in your jeans managed to throw you off. When you took it out of your pocket, you saw a missing call.

“I’m sorry. I have to take it.”

“It’s okay, querida”, he answered, putting his hand on your shoulder in an affectionate manner. “Just take care of your man. And help him to think with his heart too. Happy’s going to need it.”

“I’ll do try.”

With the phone in your hand, you left the clubhouse and walked away from drunks outside. Only when you were far enough, you called her back. She didn’t even bother to say hello.

“Everything’s good? Is Neron out?”, she asked you. It was easy to notice the worry in her voice.

“Yeah. Everything’s perfect”, you confirmed her. “He’s inside the club with his brothers celebrating his return.”

“Great. Great”, he mumbled. And despite the silence, you knew what she was going to say now. Since she stopped visiting him after what happened in Santo Padre, every time you spoke it was the same two questions. “Did he ask for me? Did he say anything about me?”

“Neron has his head in too many things right now.”

It was always the same answer from you too. But this time, it was different. Now he was out, he was a free man without visiting hours or restrictions. And she knew it.

“I was thinking I could go there. He might want to see me and talk. I have so many things I want to tell him if he gives me the opportunity. If you talk to him first, he might…”

“I’m sorry, Kody”, you interrupted her. “I’m really sorry, but it seems that Neron hasn’t forgiven you yet for whatever happened between you two.”

You really felt bad for her, but it would have been even worse confessing that Creeper had told you she was dead to him. Perhaps you should have warned her earlier so that she would not get her hopes up, but you also thought that Creeper might change his mind once he was released from prison.

“Perhaps, if you let some time pass, he…”

“No. It’s fine. I should have known better”, she raised her voice, but this time it seemed angrier. “I’ve already lost more than two years of my life with him. It’s fucking unhealthy and I need to stop. It’s better this way.”

“I’m really sorry, Kody”, you told her again because it was the only thing you could say right now.

“I don’t think we should talk anymore either”, she added. And after talking to her by phone at least once a month for two years, it will be weird at first, but it was the right choice.

“You could save my number”, you suggested. “In case one day you have some information that could be useful to us. We don’t want a repeat of what happened in Santo Padre.”

You had never talk about your private lives. Kody knew you were an outlaw, and you knew she was close to the FBI. Your only topic of conversation had been Neron, but it would be good to have an acquaintance who could warn you in case police became interested in the MCs again.

“It won’t happen again as longer as you don’t leave dead bodies on the streets”, she answered back. “But I’ll do. I’ll save it.”

Kody hung up seconds later and you put your phone back in your pocket with mixed feelings. She seemed to really care about Creeper, so it was a fucked up that he hated her so much. But at the same time, if he felt that way, it was because she had done something really bad to him, so it was better for him to be far away from Kody.

“Everything’s all right over there, doll?”, Tig brought you out of your thoughts.

“Perfect”, you assured him with a smile on your face. “Are you having fun, baby?”

“Fuck yes. I love welcome parties”, he said as he passed an arm around your shoulders. “Weren’t you trying to go home already, were you?”

“Of course not”, you answered. “Indeed, I’d want another beer.”

“You have read my mind, love.”

*

By the end of the night, everyone was either passed out or lying on a sofa or a chair. Some were even on the floor. Nothing you hadn’t seen before actually. You were with Happy on a single sofa, sitting on his lap while you kissed. The kisses could be sweet, but the way Happy stroked your thigh caused a warn feeling inside you.

“The night was amazing”, you told him, aware that no one else would be able to hear you right now. “But you know what a perfect ending would be? You fucking me until we pass out too”.

“Right here?”

“You wish”, you answered. As he smirked, you bit your lower lip.

“Maybe there’s an empty dorm. If not, I’ll kick out whoever is there.”

“Sounds good”, you nodded, but a gasp caught your attention. Creeper had two croweaters on either side kissing his neck and caressing his body. The fact that he was the only one who drank just water could be the reason why he was one of the few who were still awake. “Seems he’s having fun till the end.”

“He’s definitely doing so.”

“Would you want to be him?”, you asked him, looking at Happy again. “Having all the croweaters you want doing whatever you ask, just to make you feel good.”

You felt the hand on your thigh grip you more tightly as the other moved up to the back of your neck.

“I wouldn’t change you for anything”, he promised you with his deep, dark gaze on yours. “You are the only one I want. The only one I’ll ever want.”

Your smile widened at his words even though you already knew that would be his answer. He kissed you more passionately than before, and you lost yourself on the kiss until his fingers grabbed the necklace hidden under your shirt.

“When are we gonna tell them?”, he asked you.

“Don’t know. I’m waiting for the right moment.”

You took your fingers to his necklace too. You had both been hiding the fine silver chain with a ring on it under your shirts for weeks. You didn’t expect Happy to be into the whole wedding thing. You didn’t expect it from you either. But when one night Happy put a ring on your finger while you were simply on the sofa watching tv, you almost started crying. Apparently, he had been carrying the ring in his pocket for months, trying to figure out the best way to give it to you. And until this day, you had been waiting for the right time to announce it to the boys.

“Don’t wanna wait more”, he said. And before you could even process his words, Happy kept talking. “Hey! We’re getting married.”

Between the gazes that were suddenly on you, you focused on Creeper and Chibs.

“Just you, fucking bastards, could choose a moment like this to tell us something like that”, Chibs complained. He was sitting on a stool, leaning on the counter bar with both arms, his sunglasses on, and a cigarette between his fingers. “I’d hug you, but I’d better do it some other time when I don’t smell like a fucking minibar.”

“We all know it’s because you can’t even stand up now, old man”, you said, grinning.

“Fuck you, sweetheart.”

“I’d hug you too, but I smell like something you really don’t want to smell”, Creeper added. “But congratulations, guys. I knew this was gonna happen sooner or later. I’m so happy for you both.”

“Hey!”, Happy raised his voice again, but this time while kicking Tig’s back, who was lying on the floor next to your feet with a women slept over him. “We’re getting married, dickhead.”

“Yeah, whatever you say, brother”, Tig mumbled. He needed some seconds to understand what Happy had told him. And when he did, his eyes opened widely. “Wait, what?”

Tig careless pushed the women who was with him and sat down on the floor before resting his head on your legs.

“Congratulations, man. I guess I no longer have any chance of banging you, Y/N.”

“You’ve never had a chance, Tig”, you answered.

“Don’t know. When you first came to Charming, I thought you might be looking for a daddy, but you preferred that weirdo”, he continued, deadly serious. “But I’m so happy for you both. You’re both as insane as each other. And I fucking love you, guys.”

“And we love you too, Tiggy”, you said while caressing his tousled black curls, which was enough to make him close his eyes again.

“What’s his fucking problem?” Creeper asked, moving his eyes between Chibs and Happy and you, not understanding why none of you were startled by what Tig had said.

“I’d like to say that is cause he’s drunk, but it’s not”, you told him.

“He’s just a sick bastard”, Happy added.

“The sickest bastard I've ever known”, Chibs pointed out.

The death, the dangers, the risks... nothing mattered at that moment. It was a fucked-up life and a fucked-up family, but it was the life and the family you had chosen. And you didn’t regret a single thing. Even if you have your whole life ahead of you or only a few years left to live. Even if you could go back in time to the moment when a prospect offered you to go to a party at Sons of Anarchy Tacoma’s clubhouse, you would do it all over again until you get back to this very moment.

“What the fuck is doing fucking Marcus Alvarez in my room?”

It was quite amusing the way Happy looked at you when he opened the door of his club’s dormitory to find El Padrino on his bed.

“Shit. I forgot. He wanted to leave early to Santo Padre to see his family, so I told him he could sleep in your dorm to not be disturbed.”

“Well, it’s your loss”, he answered. “Now I’m not gonna fuck you.”

“You are not?” you asked him with a raised eyebrow. “Then I’ll ask Tig. He seemed eager to do so.”

“Fuck you.”

Happy took you in his arms and carried you to the bathroom. He kicked out a Mayan who was sleeping over the toilet after throwing up and slammed the door. Suddenly, he put you against the sink, facing the mirror, and dropped your shorts.

“It’s so easy to get under your skin, babe”, you told him, biting your lower lip. He looked at you deadly serious while unbuckling his belt. “And it may have been a set up. Perhaps I wanted you to fuck me in the bath from the beginning. So, I win again.”

Happy pulled your hair apart to be able to kiss and bite your neck. His hands clutched tightly to your hips, and as his trousers were down his knees, you could feel his hard-on against you.

“You’re so fucking mean”, Happy muttered against your skin before pushing your back a little further down, so he could have better access. “And I fucking love you for that.”

“I love you too. So fucking much.”

“Now, try not to shout too much. Or do it if you want”, he said. “I don’t give a shit.”

THE END

←Part 4

[smol-feralgremlin]

FebruarOC Day 21: Ulric

A collection of snippets.

Ulric saw dark doorway and pulled Ves in after him. Carefully he pressed her against the wall and shuttered the lantern. With her breath soft and warm on his ear as he kept a hand at her waist, ready to shove her farther away from the door and any possible assailant that might come in, Ulric watched the shadows of the hall. His heartbeat battered his throat as the voices neared. "-should've kicked his head in if you ask me." "You're only saying that because you've never liked the Lion." "He's a dirty cheat. I swear he had iron in his fist at the end there. No one acts like that with just bruises" "You're still on about the other guy having broken ribs?" "That's what the cripple said when she paid for those boys to carry him out of there." One of the men made a rude noise as they moved too far for Ulric to hear anymore. Slowly he released his breath and considered beating daylights out of whoever had clearly been talking about Ves at the end. "Not worth it," Ves whispered. Ulric pressed his lips together. He rather disagreed with her about that. Before anything more could be done or said, Ves pressed her face into the side of his neck and sent a thrill through him as she spoke, her lips tracing her words into his skin. "Please, my love." Damn. "For you, I'll leave it," he said before backing up a step. "I didn't hurt you did I?" "You didn't hurt me," she assured him before taking his arm. With that they left again. This time Ulric was more cautious than before about their surroundings and who might still be around.

~

As he secured their room, Ves took the nights winnings from their hidden spots and adding it to the well secured chest that held the rest of the money they'd been saving. The sound of coins hitting more coins often soothed a person, but it had never soothed him and tonight it janked against his already overwrought nerves. This nights happenings kept playing in his head now and nothing he did was helping. He could only keep it back for so long. Human screams for violence turning into the dying screams of the battlefield and that of horses before he cut their- "Love." Ulric tensed at the voice before a crashing wave of relief and recognition overtook him and he dropped his shoulders. A cup of hot liquid was placed into his hands and the familiar scent of chamomile and mint rose from the steam to meet his nose. Calming tea to clear his head. He hadn't even noticed she was making it, or that his mouth and throat had gone dry. Ignoring the heat, he inhaled the scent of it as he took the first sip from the half full cup that shook in his hands. "Thank you," he managed to wheeze. "I shouldn't have moved the money," she said softly, apologetically. "I wasn't thinking. I'm so sorry."

~

"What do you think you're doing with that thing!" The wolf cowered immediately at the shout. Ulric stayed still so he didn't cause more distress to the poor animal than it already had. "I'm looking at the wolf," he said steadily. "Get away from it." Ulric sat back on his heels and looked in the direction of the shouting. "Why? It's not harming me." The woman scowled at him. "Another one of you bleeding hearts? Don't go messing with the rope or anything then, or touching it. Gods help you if you touch it and it passes the madness." The woman's scowl softened to a frown. "We don't want to burn another person." "This wolf doesn't have the madness," Ulric pointed out. "Obviously its been here for awhile. It would've gone mad by now." "They all have the madness. Don't touch it." She stomped off with a swirl of her pelt as Ulric glared after her. He spat to the side. Bleeding heart now, was he? The wolf whined and Ulric returned his attention to it. It stopped cowering and reached it's nose out to him. He stretched out his hand and felt the first inquisitive lick of a near dry but still warm tongue on his fingertips. "I'll get you out of here, cousin," he whispered while looking into its cloudy yellow eyes.

~ The mules ears twitched again before their heads came up. Ves watched as they looked back towards down. The bare branches rubbed against each other and she read a warning in those creaks. Before she had time to puzzle it all out, the mules shifted and grunted and she turned to see Ulric hurrying towards her, his cloak bundled awkwardly in his arms. A bundle that had a tail hanging out of it. Ves abandoned her staff and limped to the first of the mules. Ila briefly fought her but gave up once Ves clicked her tongue in vexation while sharply tugging on her lead. Ulric gently hoisted his bundled wolf up into the cart and then leapt down to land in a crouch not far from her. Ila reared slightly and Ves glared at her borderline audacious husband as he brushed himself of snow and gravel. "No time," he said breathlessly taking Ila's lead from her hand. "I need you with him to keep him quiet and look at his leg."

Lowering his sword, Ulric narrowed his eyes and studied the man who could only be Karington. A cousin, because he was too old to be Rayak’s son. One that Ulric had never met or known the existence of before. Not too surprising, not really. And it made fleeing even more unlikely than if it had been some secretary or another. Kirill growled and Ulric looked over his shoulder before turning to meet the people who approached, both hands on his sword again. “They’re just making sure you don’t try to escape,” Karington said. “You’ve already slipped through too many times. And you’re needed at home.” Ulric didn’t move. “Tell them to back down.” “Ulric-” “Tell them to back down!” He wasn’t about to chance anyone at his fucking back. His breath rasped in his throat. Carefully he shifted his grip as he stared down the men behind him. Too many people surrounded him. He’d been through a fight like this, but it had been a bitter fight for survival that had left him half-dead. The injury that had nearly crippled his shoudler had been sustained in that fight. And he’d done that with Ves safely behind their lines. She was here now though.  A gust took out the lantern closest to them. Ulric flinched as oil and fire went spilling to the ground. None of it was close to hitting him, but the scent of burning flesh and screaming animals lingered in his mind. Instead of spilling in one spot and slowly eating the dead grass around it, the fire lanced straight through between Ulric and the armed men, cutting them off from each other. “My husband told you to order your men to stand down.” He should’ve guessed. Breathing only a little easier, Ulric turned so he could see both sides lined up on either side of them, with Ves at his back. He should’ve known she’d have his back in any way possible. Kirill shifted and came between his legs, pressing against the one closest to the fire. “You’re both perfectly safe,” Karington replied. “And we can’t be sure of your intentions for our safety when you’ve refused to do even the minimum of assuring us of that. Stand your men down, please. We won’t run.” Well, he’d been considering it. But Ves had now given her word and he couldn’t invalidate it with his conscience intact. He didn’t lower his sword either though. Too many times he’d trusted people at their word, and more scars than he wished to admit to having had been the result.

~

“He’s barely limping now,”” Ulric observed as he watched Kirill trot alongside Ves as if he was prepared to catch her should she fall for any reason. “I was worried that he would be crippled for life,” Ves replied, moving her armful of small blankets when Ulric made a faux pass at trying to take them from her. “A few more weeks of good feeding and you’ll have to start teaching him how to behave.” “I though we were going to find him a new pack and release him.” Ves eyed him from under her thick brows. “You think he hasn’t already found himself a pack?” “Well–” “You also expect me to believe you haven’t been wanting to keep him?” Heat bloomed along his cheeks as he dropped his eyes. “I can explain…” Silence stretched between them as Ulric tried to find the words he desperately needed in this moment. But they all escaped him, pulling just out of reach. He knew that Ves was reading into his mental floundering and finally he sighed. “He’s a good companion.” Ves only smiled as she shook her head. He walked behind her with the harnessing around his arms and shoulders, face still warm.

~

“Alesey is a sorcerer,” she says quietly. “I can’t do anything against that.” “And you think I can?” Ulric looked between the two people asking far too much of him.“Fuck me, I’m just a man like most others.”

~

Ulric faced down the man in front of him, wooden sword in his hand. His opponent had a similar sword and stood with ease, used to this. Scowling at the sword in his hands, Ulric moved to the left, one foot over the other as carefully as he always did. Too careful and he’d betray anxiety. Too slow and he’d look stupid. Karington had seen him, he’d know Ulric knew how to fight. But it didn’t matter what he or anyone else said. The general in charge of seeing where Ulric was in skill was the one  who’d have final say on things. The general stood to the side, watching this bout. Kirill sat further away from the man and Ulric drew a little of his wolf-cousins image just to steady himself. He had never liked being examined like this. This was clean and sanitized, and Ulric had learned most of his skill in the blood-soaked dirt of war. It wasn’t right to be judged like this. He’d proven himself already. His opponent, a younger man and an officer in the military who stood taller than Ulric but with as broad of shoulders. Not as much of the bulk though. Ulric knew some of the younger men sneered at him, thinking he’d gotten old, fat, and wasn’t as much of a force as he had been when he was younger. This pup of an officer was in that group. Even now he watched him with a smirk on his thin lips. Good. If he was over confident in his skill and the outcome of this bout, Ulric could take him down easier. Thirty-some wasn’t old, and his bulk hid years of fighting muscle kept up under steady, hard labour. A few good hits would see this officer on the ground like a felled log. The officer came at him first, charging him down, no doubt thinking to overwhelm him with his height and speed. Ulric moved quickly to defend himself. The ensuing clack of their swords against each other echoed in the yard. The officer backed off from his failed attack and Ulric leapt straight into a counter-attack. Surprised, the officer moved to defend himself. His footwork got sloppy as he was forced onto the defensive, trying to fend Ulric off. Only when Ulric needed a short bit of reprieve did he back off. Unlike the officer though, he fell back into a position he was ready to defend from.  The officer stood in place, eyes wide with baffled surprise. In that moment Ulric knew that this pup of a man had never seen combat before. Something like that shouldn’t have surprised him. First rule of combat is that you don’t know jack fucking shit and your training meant dick all once someone started bleeding.

[tk5150]

Melted Chocolate

Chapter 1

It's amazing how it only took minutes to ruin everything you built up from years of self-sacrifice. By sacrifice, I mean working two jobs to support both you and your fiance Keigo. Keigo graduated from U.A. Academy but, really didn’t have the drive to work and you as a loving partner decided to support him. You always that maybe, just maybe he was going through a funk. After all, every loving couple would stick through thick and thin. Just a few minutes your world came tumbling down like a wine glass about to hit the marble tiled floor. You like a dummy thought that Keigo was loyal, after all, hawks mate for life well, at least that's what Keigo drilled into your very mind and soul. It took just a few minutes to be broken. You were in a coffee shop waiting for your fiance. While drinking your coffee your cell phone vibrated. You saw that it was from Keigo so you answered it. All you heard was background noise and thought he must have butt-dialed. You were about to hang up but heard Keigo’s voice while he was having a conversation after all why not be a little nosy? “Do you have to leave Keigo?” a familiar female voice rang out. “Yeah, I’m going to be late babe,” he said. “Just tell her…she’s going to eventually catch us…might as well tell her and save us from drama she is going to cause…ugh,” the female voice groaned out of frustration. “No, I can’t live without her…she supports me financially,” he answered back. You heard a little giggling coming from this female's voice. “I don't see why you're keeping her in the dark…you’re working already”. Hand covering your mouth in shock that you found out that he was cheating on you and had a job, so…where was all his money going to? Frustrated and hurt you quickly got up, you felt so nauseated that you wanted to vomit. You took a look at the Valentine's gift you so lovingly purchased for Keigo, gave it to an unsuspecting man that was waiting for his coffee and wished him a happy Valentine’s, and left the coffee shop promptly. You finally made it home when you received a text from Keigo. You couldn’t bare to even look at your phone let alone answer it but it kept on pinging. Rolling your now tear-filled eyes you had to answer it.

Keigo 11:00 am: Where are you, baby?

Keigo 11:10 am: Why aren’t you answering?

Y/n 11:11 am: CHEATER

Keigo 11:12 am: what?

Y/n 11:13 am: you know exactly what I said!

Keigo 11:14 am: oh baby bird…

Y/n 11:14 am: FUCK YOU IT'S OVER!!!

Keigo 11:15 am: I'm on my way open the door so we can talk about it.

Dreading Keigo to come over you turned on the television to try to ignore Keigo’s knocking. He knocked so much you finally answered through the door. “Keigo, leave me alone…I don’t want to do this anymore,” you stated through the door. Pounding on the door “Baby, it’s Valentine’s day …I miss you…she doesn’t mean shit to me…I can’t live without you,” he talked through the door. “I…I can’t anymore…I should’ve known…shit…I knew that you were in love with her the moment I met you…but like a dumbass I still pursued you…FUCK…I’m stupid,” you sobbed while sliding down the wall. “Let me in y/n…please…I need you,” Keigo cried out. “No, no, you don’t need me Keigo…you just wanted the security of me Keigo plus, you have that hero job you so secretly hid from me…now leave me in peace you got your fill…now leave me the fuck alone,” you whispered while burying your face on the pillow. “So, that’s how you knew…it doesn’t matter…I know I messed up and I hurt you way too many times y/n, but you hurt me too,” he replied. “How did I hurt you?!” you answered in anger you couldn’t believe he was trying to blame me for not keeping his dick in his pants. “You were always working, you never had time for me,” he answered back. “I was working for us asshole, we needed to live and you weren’t working, you turned down so many hero jobs and we need the money so who else was going to support you?” you yelled. There was a very long pause then you added “Now, that I found out that you have a job what are you here for?” you whispered. “If you don’t leave I will call the police on you, I’ll pack your stuff and you can collect it tomorrow” you added. “I can’t believe he’s justifying what he did to me, he’s the one who didn’t want to work, that lazy son of a bitch. cheater,” you mumbled while getting up from the floor you dragged yourself to the once shared bedroom and closed the door wishing he would go away. You were so emotionally exhausted with him. You just didn’t have any fight left. 

That afternoon it took three hours and threats of the police being called for him to leave your front door. You packed all of his stuff and neatly stacked the boxes and left so you won't have to hear him. Life went on except you kept on bumping into Keigo constantly. Ignoring him you got on with your life even applying for lucrative jobs in America and you so happened to get a job offer from a prestigious company. You had to play it cool so no one could find out and by extension, Keigo. He was always around when you go to the store, he is standing at the register buying milk, when you go to the movies, he’s right there watching the latest premiere. You even went back into the dating pool hoping you could meet some interesting people after all you were a single person. you were hitting it off on the phone but when it was time to meet in person you were consistently being stood up. Until one day you wanted to meet this interesting man in a public place when you stumbled upon him being threatened by who else. Keigo. You had enough of his shit so you confronted him. “What the fuck is your problem?” you questioned. “Nothing is my problem baby, I want you back,” he smirked. “We will never be together…it’s over now leave me alone,” you stated. “That’s the thing babe, I can’t leave you alone,” he whispered while you walked away too bad you didn’t catch what he said.

That was 2 months ago and ever since then, he’s been sabotaging anyone who wants a relationship with you. You walked back to your home feeling so dejected and lost in your thoughts that you didn’t realize your phone rang, finally noticing it you answered, it was an unknown caller id. “Hello?” you answered. “Hey, my lover…what are you doing?” Keigo replied. “Leave me alone, Keigo, I have no damn time for this” you sighed. “Here’s the thing, lover…I can’t…and deep down inside you can’t either,” Keigo stated. “Your delusional Keigo…you seriously need help,” you rolled your eyes trying to find the keys to your home. “I’m hanging up now…bye,” you added then hung upon him. He flew to her window seeing those moving boxes and one box had a shipping label going to America, he sighed, and put his phone in his pocket when his heart started to beat furiously in his chest a sudden realization that he will no longer be in the same country as he sent him over the edge. “I guess I’m going to have to prove to her that I cannot be rejected,” Keigo said. Walking in your house you felt a sense of security because you never know when or where you would ‘accidentally’ bump into Keigo. It’s okay…only 2 more weeks of this and you will be gone. You were moving abroad but, you made sure nobody knew in hopes that Keigo wouldn’t find out, and if he did you would be far, far away from here anyway. Closing the door behind you, you sighed and walked to your bedroom. Taking off your clothes you heard a knock on the door. You quickly got changed and opened the door. It was Keigo right when you were going to close the door he barged in. “Get out Keigo!” you yelled. Slamming the door behind him and locking it. That sent you into a panic, you were scared you took a step back and another until you ran to your room. He happens to be way faster than you and was on top of you. “Get off of me Keigo,” you struggled. “No. Not until you listen to what I have to say to you” He said while holding your struggling body very tight.  “Oh kami…your body is so soft baby…mmm,” Keigo was snaking his hand under your skirt. “I want you…and to prove to you how much I love and want you in my life…I’m going to get you pregnant with my baby, what a hell of a nice Valentine’s gift…right?” he whispered while hooking his fingers in the rim of your panties, pulling them down. You tried to break free from his grip but his wings caged you into a cocoon. “Ah, ah, ah…I know that my gift is a little late but, hey what can I say….oh by the way lover you're not going anywhere…not even to America,” he whispered and you paused in shock because how could he possibly know that you were moving abroad? He knew that he got you right there. “That’s it…that’s it…submit to me baby…I’ll take good care of you,” was the last thing you heard when you felt a sharp prick enter your neck, your whole body started to go limp, you were fighting it. Then it went all black. It was easy for him to carry your body out of the apartment and flew to the place where he had moved in a couple of months ago. Keigo is a hawk so he loves high places so his penthouse was on the 25th floor of this high-end luxury apartment building. That money he made from his job he secretly stashed away that's why he could afford the apartment. But it was kind of bare but, that’s alright he will gladly decorate his love nest to your liking starting with the moving boxes that you so conveniently packed for him.

Waking up feeling like you've been hit by a semi-truck, your head hurts, you opened your eyes and look at your unfamiliar environment, finding your legs propped up on his bed. Keigo’s scent was all over the place and all over you, you felt something wet, and slimy dripping down your ass and immediately knew what it was. It was Keigo’s cum. “Good morning my sweetness…did you sleep well? I should hope so, considering we had one hell of a night making love -rape- to one another,” he smiled sweetly at you. In shock, you tried to get up but to no avail, the sedative was still evident in your system, you were struggling to get up. “Fuck…the way your pussy responded to me…you were born for me,” he cheerfully said while placing a bowl of cereal on the nightstand by you. “You raped me!” you sobbed out of anger. “I didn’t rape you, sweetie…I made love to you…you were moaning and your body was responding to me very well might I add,” he smiled. “Just because my body responded doesn’t mean that you didn’t rape me any less you fucking asshole!” you yelled at him. You tried scooting yourself into a ball away from him but, he wouldn’t let you. “I think it's time to make love to you again…I don’t want you to be empty after all,” he smirked. “No, no…please…I don’t wanna,” you were interrupted by your captor. “Shh, shh, shh…I need to do it, baby…how else can we get pregnant? silly,” he gleefully said to you. Thoughts raced through your head is he actually trying to get you pregnant why can't he get Miruko pregnant instead?

Getting on top of your already naked body, he aligned his cock with your already cum soaked pussy, and pushed himself into you. Wide-eyed you swung your head back onto your pillow. “See I told you…you were born to be mine,” he moaned out in pleasure. Thump, thump, press, thump, thump, press was the rhythm of the violation. Thump, thump, press was all through your being. The pace was picking up, and his guttural moans vibrated through your ear. The squelching sounds and the slapping of flesh reverberated throughout the bedroom. The morning came fast and you were in a pure state of bliss because it was over. The sexual violation was over with or so you thought. That morning you were violated over and over again to assure him that you guys possibly conceived his child. The smell of Hawk’s cologne and sex permeated the air, it was nauseating. Upon finishing the sex session he sniffed your scent, smirking, and for some reason, he felt exhilarated the smell of you always exhilarated him. A couple of months in captivity your scent shifted drastically. Walking cheerfully Keigo stated with so much gusto “We did it, baby… you're going to have my baby, but, we need to confirm” He wanted to give you a pregnancy test right away but he knew that it would take at least a month for the hCG (human chorionic gonadotropin: a hormone that is detected when pregnant) his bird instincts knew that you were pregnant. And, sure enough, the test became positive a sudden dream washed all over your body.

After two weeks in captivity, you began to feel like you would never get out of Keigo’s grasp. You sat on the bed thinking about a couple of days after Keigo took you he was acting like you guys were a normal couple for example he was asking about the color schemes to the bedroom -prison cell-. Every night you prayed for a reprieve from Keigo’s sexual advances and every night those prayers went unanswered. He constantly kept on touching you. Even during your menstruation when you felt the most uncomfortable he kept on fucking you. And when you were a little late on your period Keigo forced you to take a pregnancy test. And trust me Keigo always kept track of your monthly not giving a damn if you were on your period or not he will feel you. “So what if there is some blood on my cock, it's your blood, and that's all that matters…it still feels good,” he always said to you. 

When Keigo learned that you were pregnant that's when his bird instinct kicked in and he built you a nest the bed he -raped- shared was turned into a mountain of fuzzy, plushie things. Pillows and blankets were splayed all over the bedroom. “Keigo…I don’t want this baby,” you whispered. “Well, you’ll learn to love our child,” he smiled. “Keigo…why? You don’t even love me…you love Miruko,” you cried out. The stress was too much for you to handle while pregnant. You quickly stood up from the bed and walked to the bathroom when you felt a very sharp pain in your pelvis. The pain was so debilitating that you almost collapsed from your standing position. A sudden gush of blood ran down your legs and a throbbing pain went to your vagina, every throb you felt a gush of blood followed after. You started to collapse when you tried to hold on to something stable before everything went hazy. Keigo smelt the blood, wide-eyed he noticed more blood dripping down. He felt guilty for a bit for getting you to the point of stress to cause you to lose his child. “Keigo,” you whispered, then fainted hitting your head on the cold marble bathroom floor. Keigo rushed to your side, and picked you up feeling horribly guilty for not catching you on time, he then laid you on the bed, then phoned an underground doctor. The doctor came, performed a D&C on y/n, and informed Keigo that he was sorry for his loss of the baby. Keigo clenched his fist, tears rimming his eyes, he quickly left the room to sob in the bathroom when he saw gray tissue in the D&C suction catch bucket. After the doctor left Keigo took some cleaning fluid, water, and a mop, and he started to mop the somewhat dried blood on the tile floor only scraping the area that already dried over. The mop water began to have a tinge of pink to a brown due to the bleach he was using from the blood you had lost during the miscarriage. “Don’t be sad buttercup, we'll try again…but for now just get some sleep,” he mumbled to himself while ringing out the mop. He knew that you were still unconscious because the doctor had injected you with some sedatives. The smell of bleach, pine-sol, and copper mixed around the master bathroom, and the sound of sniffling echoed through the big bathroom. Once he had finished he came to you with a warm bowl of water and a washcloth, he pulled your panties down ever so gently, cleaned you up, and tucked a feminine napkin into your clean panties. He noticed droplets of water dripping down your thighs. It was him. He finally felt the loss of life he and you created. He went to his side of the bed and opened the nightstand drawer revealing a pack of cigarettes. He swore that he quit those things and he succeeded but, he needed one for this sad occasion. He made sure to open the balcony door so that way you wouldn’t smell the tobacco smoke wafting through the whole flat causing you to wake up because he knew you needed to rest after this big ordeal. Waking up to the smell of stale cigarette smoke and pine-sol you scooted up in a sitting position, pelvis still sore from the miscarriage and you whispered. “Keigo,” was all you could whisper in the darkness of night. “I’m here buttercup, do you need anything?” he choked up trying not to sound like he was crying but, didn’t succeed. “Did we?” you whisper. “Yes,” was all Keigo could muster to keep from crying in front of you. “Oh…I,” you couldn’t finish when Keigo said “Baby…please not now,” with a broken voice.

[moregaythanyourealized]

Lunch Break

Alphonso Hargreaves x GN!Reader

Warnings: none

For the hottest day of the year he still wore a long sleeve shirt and pants. His insecurities made you sad. He would never say it but he envied his siblings. They all were normal, or at least normal-er. Alphonso was many things, funny, charming and hell, even confident. But secure in his looks was not one of them. He got used to the way he looked but he never had those moments where he looked in the mirror and really admired himself.

You two had met on accident when he came to the antique shop where you worked. He needed space from his siblings, Fei, Ben, and Jayme were all so pessimistic and cold. Marcus and Christopher only ever wanted to work. And Sloane was doing whatever she did every day. He was alone and could finally breathe. The smell of old furniture and books was something he didn’t think he’d grow to love, but there you were. Cleaning antique lamps and trying to get the cigarette smell out of old carpets.

“You should try white vinegar and lavender oil-for the smell.” The shop was so quiet, his voice came out as a shout. Spooking you and knocking over your cleaning spray,

“Aw shit, I’m sorry. Let me help.”

Kneeling down by your side he reached for the ruined merchandise, now bleached with…bleach,

“Hey, you’re um, a sparrow right? I’m Y/n. Why are you here and not like saving the world?” He made eye contact, you didn’t look away from his features, you smiled softly and stood up. Alphonso followed you to the register and put the stuff on the counter, trying to play it cool,

“I’m on a break, just chillin’ ”

Oh god why did I say it like that

His eyes followed you around. You glanced at the clock and then back at him,

“Well I’m about to go on break, wanna break together?” Alphonso couldn’t believe it,

“Yes! But speaking of breaking, what about the stuff I ruined? Doesn’t that cost money?” His new friend just smiled and shrugged,

“I’ll figure it out when I get back, as of ten seconds ago I am no longer working.” You took off your name tag and walked past him through the shaded glass and into the sun.

The heat was nearly unbearable. It would’ve been worse if Alphonso hadn’t offered to buy you both ice cream to make up for the accident. While he payed the man you saw a giant ad across the street. 6 siblings.

No Alphonso.

“Why aren’t you up on the billboard with them?” He just laughed,

“Are you kidding? If they put my face on a bill board it would scare everyone away. Its bad for business.” You used your hand to block out the sun and glare at the gigantic advertisement for his brothers and sisters,

“Business or not, you’re their family and a part of the team. You deserve recognition for that, Alphie.” He seemed stunned by your words and stood quietly holding both your ice cream cones. He only stopped daydreaming when the dessert began to drip on his hand,

“Oh shit.” He laughed and licked the bit of ice cream off his wrist before handing you your cone.

The excursion ended when you walked the park length and made it back to the antique store. You both stood still not wanting to depart but not wanting to stay too long in fear of making it awkward,

“How’s you know about that trick with the cigarette smell?”

“My sister Fei used to smoke as a teen and would have me help her get rid of the smell.” You opened the door and kept your back to him,

“Come back again sometime, this was nice.”

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“You’re late, where the hell were you?” Marcus ushered him inside,

“He was with someone.” Fei sneered. The siblings began asking questions and interrogating him about his afternoon off,

“Are they hot?” “Can we trust them?” “You didn’t talk to them did you?” “What makes you think they’re actually interested?”

“It’s not a big deal! I took a walk and lost track of time okay? Get off my back.” Number four let his siblings sit with their discomfort about this newcomer in their brothers life. It didn’t matter what they thought. Alphonso had plans already.

He logged into his computer and typed in a search: How to fix antique furniture

[kim-hao-han]

A Leap Of Faith // Five Hargreeves X Reader (Pt.1)

Some info:  Just an inspo from Demon Slayer (totally irrelevant), “Below the Surface” FNAF(also irrelevant) and of course “The Umbrella Academy” show and comics. Reader and Five are 20 for the sake of being mature content (no smut but violence, alcohol and such). I kinda follow the real plot but also not???? There may be multiple endings so be warned. I’m not new to fanfiction but its been a few years so excuse any mistake or not well written parts. Also, English is not my first language so bare with me for any grammar mistakes. Please enjoy the story!! <3

Words: 800

/Part 2/

 “Why? Why did you do this? Are you dumb?”

“I trust you with my life. A leap of faith.”

He smiled bitterly. “Like a leap of faith…That’s our life journey like”

She smiled, coughing up blood. “Like my love for you”

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October 1st 1989 12:00

43 superpowered infants are inexplicably born to random, unconnected women who showed no signs of pregnancy at the start of the day. An extraterrestrial disguised as a famous entrepreneur, Sir Reginald Hargreeves, begins his journey to adopt as many of the kids as he can. In the end, he adopts seven of the children and prepares them to save the world from an unknown threat. Their name?

The Umbrella Academy

Each one of the kids had their own set of skills and paths to walk. From power, to speed, to smarts, looks and many more. Some could ask what about the rest 37…Well, that’s were I come in. Not an Umbrella Academy superhero, not a young girl living her own life. I wasn’t that lucky to be chosen or found by Mr. Hargreeves. Instead, I was raised by the “Unknown” threat, the Commission and especially by her own majesty, the Handler. In the place of saving, I was taught killing. I was taught survival of the fittest and to trust no one. “Trust is a leap of faith with a bad ending” That’s what the Handler had told me and Lila.

I’m sure you have many questions as to what happened and what I’m trying to say. So, let’s hurry up. Time is money after all.

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Present Day, March 24th 2019

/ I think we’re alone now playing/ 

 Dancing was and always will be the way of the family to relax and let their personal burdens away. But a sudden gash of air, an earthquake like feeling disrupts their fun and reunites them outside to face a giant hole connecting them to another time? Place? None of them knew. Usually, Five was into that stuff but he was long gone for 15 years. Like the earth had swollen him whole.

Diego walked out the door first seeing the scenery in front of him in shock “Oh…” The wind was howling loudly pushing Allison’s hair in her face. Luther carefully helped her by pushing it behind her ear and smiled at her lightly before going in front of her protectively. “What is this?” Asked a semi confused and semi scared Vanya/Viktor as she carefully walked closer to it. Allison immediately got in front of her. “Don’t get too close!” she warned Vanya but really it was meant for all of them as she held Luther’s arm. Diego kept staring at the huge hole in front of them ”Yeah, no shit…” he said rolling his eyes slightly. “It looks like some sort of temporal anomaly” he added which of course Luther would have to comment on it. “Either that or a miniature black hole. One of the two” “Pretty big difference there,  Paul Bunyan”.

“OUT OF THE WAY!” Klaus screamed running to the front using the fire extinguisher in an attempt to help but of course no use which he proceeded with throwing the item through the hole. “What are you-“ Luther begun but his brother’s question was soon answered. Allison looked confused and pointed at the anomaly. “What is that gonna do?” “I don’t know~ Do you have a better idea?” Klaus replied whining and pouted as he raised his hands in defeat. A few thunders roared in front of them as they took and few steps back from the thing. They saw two people, an old like couple from the opposite side screaming as they tried to pass the through the hole. As the protective older brother, Luther pushed them behind him holding Allison’s hand. “Everyone, get behind me.” “Yeah, get behind us.” Diego said joining his brother at the front. They may have grown apart but thy were still a family. And a family always sticks up for one another. Klaus swayed from left to right in his high like state. “I vote for running, c’mon” he said ready to grab Vanya’s hand and run to the door.

Two loud screams stopped them from moving when suddenly the elderly couple slowly transformed into two youngsters and fell in front of them. “ Well…that was a trip I ain’t planning on repeating.” The girl said standing up and felt her outfit a bit looser. She turned to look at her companion only to find him but younger and just different. “Oh no” “Does..anyone else see lil Number Five with a fine lady, or is it just me?” Her head snapped to the drunk like man who spoke. Five stood up looking at his body, then  his friend and lastly his companion. “Shit….”

[imadarkraincloud]

Sunday Morning

Good Morning everybody. Sorry for my absence it was a hell of a busy week. It went by very fast and before ii knew it the weekend was here. Work has kept me busy and has also been very good for my mental health. As an added treat the guys all got together for our Friday lunch. I know this seems like it is me beating a dead horse and repeating myself but it is nice to have friends. I have never been at the point where I could have a group to call my own and the brotherhood aspect of it has been wonderful. It is good to feel wanted and needed. Having been alone so many years I have not felt what is like...I like it.

It's breezy but absolutely gorgeous out today. After nothing but rain and wind for the last week or so it is perfect for a Sunday.

You know with everything new I have been trying I believe that it has been great for my mental health and at this point I almost feel like a normal member of society. But I also believe that I will never quite see myself as that person who is alright with himself. I will forever see me as a horribly disfigured beast that is under lock and key in some cellar somewhere. Horns coming out of the top of my head and one of them has been broken off. Scars all over my body from decades of abuse and self harm. A horrific limp from a lesson I learned years ago about talking when I should be listening, cause nobody wants to hear the beast speak. Pain mapped out all over my body a life learned in suffering. Something that the universe will never accept because they simply just don't understand.

But mental health is so like drug addiction recovery, one day at a time. So for today and today right now I feel very good. It's the mood swings that sap your strength with depression. From sad to happy to feeling numb it all tears you apart. It makes you feel evil. Your insecurities and fears become amplified and distorted beyond recognition. But mental health is also like an acid trip, it is different for everybody.

A few weeks ago I bought me and my son our tickets to the fan expo comic con for this February. To say I am pumped up is an understatement. This is me and my sons Christmas . It is such a huge deal for us and it will be our third one. This year I got the weekend package and all of the trimmings to go with it. Since Victoria will not be having one this year I will go all out on this one. There is so much to see and do. We save money and bring our big backpack so he can get his favourite wee action figures that are tough to find at the store. There are seemingly endless tables of everything a couple of nerds like us could ever want or ask for ha ha. I am so counting dow the days to spend it and share with my favourite little human .

I recently started a new book called "Alone against the north" by Adam Shoalts. It is so far excellent. It is about a man and his expeditions over Canada and the rest of the world. I always loved books about explorers and their escapades. Real adventures that I myself would not have the guts to try have always intrigued me. I have been reading a lot lately and I also feel it is an important part of me feeling so good lately. This level of balance and feeling good is something I want to continue so I will just keep doing what I am doing.

Well enough of my rambling ha ha. I might see you all later and might write again.

Till next time take care

[coffee-in-veins]

Day 2: Treat

an entry for darkest prompts promptober 2022

previous days: 1

now available on ao3 too

Treat VERB - give medical care or attention to; try to heal or cure.

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Reynauld knew that half of the battle was won or lost not based on skill or luck or tactics, but on maintenance, and he knew it first-hand. The value of a well-sharpened sword. The confidence of well-kept armour. The bravery of a full stomach. 

Last but definitely not least amidst those was the poise of a cared-for man. 

[Take equal parts of bishopwort, wormwood, sage and hemlock, and washes those, and let those dry in the sun's healing heat.]

Venturing into the triple-cursed Estate let him re-learn the virtue of his strengths as well as made him painfully aware of any and all of his shortcomings. Protection of the body came with a bitter lack of mobility. The set of holy rules he was to zealously follow came with predictability. The Light's grace came with the ability to save a flickering life, no more and no less. And maybe his ageing body was an asset far less valuable than his armour, or his longsword, or his faith, but he still knew how to keep it on par with those not to make himself a hindrance in any situation. 

The problem arose when the part he was responsible for maintaining attempted rebelling against his care.

[Pound the leaves and work them nicely, and card them in henbane oil vigorously.]

"Honestly," the heaviness of the grumble which came from the cot could rival mountains. "This shite again?"

The crusader shoved the scarred side carefully, urging Dismas to scoot aside and make room. The sinner stretched instead, lean muscles moving underneath the tan skin. Rey wouldn't stare. 

Alright, maybe he wouldn't admit staring.

"I'll sit on you."

"Fuckin' finally! I'll getcha on m'lap, worth it e'en with squashed bones," the thug huffed, despite immediately rolling aside and faceplanting into the thin pillow. The sight of sticking out vertebrae triggered yet another mental notch. 

"Oh, thank you for reminding me about your back."

"Bloody hell!" Dis turned back on his side, facing the sitting knight, and his arm ended up on Reynauld's lap. Absolutely accidentally, of course. Just as accidental as the fact that the rogue was shirtless or had his pantlegs rolled up. "Will ye stop wastin' yer money on this?"

"It's my money, I have the right to spend it in any way I see fit," Rey replied evenly, more concentrated on trying to both keep the willful arm in place and open the vial with the salve. The cork was good, so shaking it out was not an option, and the crusader really didn't want to use his teeth. The concoction was bitter and - as Paracelsus insisted, taking his (maybe not entirely, but still) gold - quite poisonous if ingested. 

[And so taketh the mixture and place it in salted water halved with oil, and boileth it without lid, adding celandine, chamomile and red dead-nettle till water halves.]

"Says the man who forgets t' bye his own pipe for o'er a year now, n' instead we hafta share mine for a smoke."

Spending money had nothing to do with that, but Reynauld would've rather faced the undead hordes of the Estate without his longsword than dwelled on the true explanation of such stinginess. 

"Dunno, go buy some good frankincense for a change, dontcha say it's too expensive t' spend in this hellhole e'ery like other time?" dark eyes watched the slathering of the red ointment over the pale wrist scar with far less hostility than the harsh words would imply. Thankfully, Rey was well-versed in his companion's mannerisms by now. He knew to look at gestures instead of listening to barbs. 

It would've saved them a couple of ugly fights, had he noticed this sooner. Oh well. That was the Light's punishment for his inattentiveness, he supposed. 

"Maybe later."

Just as likely, Dismas knew by now, that translated from the knight's own mannerisms, it meant a soft no.

[Pour the mixture into a brazen pot and put in the shade, and keep [un]till the colour of fusty blood seeps through the did crush green. Wait till ripens into the cinnabar tint.]

"I have a reputation," Dismas kept complaining, troubling the warming wraps that covered the old cuff scars on his wrists. The wraps were adding to the ointment's healing properties, supposedly. Over those, Dis traditionally complained every third treatment. "What kind of a self-respecting highwayman goes on a mission smellin' o' daisies? How can I look people in the eye?"

"Who cares if you keep shooting between those," Rey added with a smirk hidden in his beard, carefully applying the salve to similar smooth patches of scarred skin on the rogue's ankles. "And you smell of sage far stronger anyway."

"Great. Just peachy!" Dismas gestured to the ceiling dramatically. "Those pop-eyed unshorn assnoses in the Warrens sure will be happy I already smothered m'self in spices as they'll skewer me."

Rey watched the gestures out of the corner of his eye, noticing that the left arm was still stiff and required more rubbing later, once he's finished with the legs. 

"Don't worry, else they might've mistaken you for one of their own with your lack of bathing," the crusader reassured, smirk becoming obvious. Instead of going for the jugular per usual, Dismas merely flipped him off in a lazy gesture. So the pain finally became less. Good.

"Oh, fuck ye, fuck yer ma, yer ma's dog n' yer ma's dog's flees..."

"My mother hated dogs."

"Then yer sister, yer sister's pony, yer sister's pony's gadflies, same difference. I'm a fair-minded man, I hate all o' yer relatives equally." 

Two years ago, they would've started a brawl to death for those exact words. Now, the former nobleman merely chuckled into his beard, noticing Dismas' triumphant grin. 

[Strain through a cheesecloth and smear on aching joints, wrapping with clean bandages. Remains can be kept in glass under tight cork for future useth. If the ointment browns to the hue of clay, a new one has to be made.]

The best bag of gold spent in Reynaud's life. 

[mikasimaginairyworld]

The Umbrella Academy: Firecracker - Valhalla (15/30)

The Umbrella Academy Masterlist

warnings: substances (alcohol)

word count: 3678

"You know, I'm starting to get the feeling that dad' avoiding us.", Five said as he Lila, Diego and Nailah watched Reginald's car drive away.

"Hate to be the boring one guys, but it's time to get. the hell out of here.", Lila said seeing security slowly show up.

"When you say 'we' who exactly are you referring to?", Five asked with a biting tone.

Nailah shot Five a warning look but he ignored her.

"Not a lot of ambiguity in that sentence.", Lila scoffed.

"Listen, I don't know who you are but where you came from, but whatever it is, I advise you to return posthaste.", Five spat at Lila with a dangerous spark in his eyes.

"She's right, Five. We need to get out of here.", Diego tried to intervene.

"I just saved your life you kinder-shit.", Lila said offended at Five's accusations. "If I hadn't stepped in all that would be left of you is that pretty suit your girlfriend bought you."

Five scoffed: "And that's the problem. You're too good. You ask too many questions. You know too much. And you fight like you know what you're doing."

"Five.", Nailah warned.

"No, no. He's got a point.", Diego agreed.

"So I know how to handle myself, and that makes me the bad guy?", Lila asked offended.

"Whoever you are, you're in my way. If I see you again I will kill you.", Five announced.

Nailah walked away annoyed at Five's carelessness muttering something about God testing her. Five's judging gaze lingered a moment longer on Lila then he followed his sister.

Even though Nailah was short she made huge steps and Five had to jog lightly to catch up to her.

"Why are you mad?", he asked confused.

"Seriously, Five? I told you mere hours ago: control yourself and don't give out too much information. And what do you do? You just revealed your greatest advantage, that you don't trust her."

"So? Now she's out of my way."

"Oh my God, Five. This is literally the most rookie mistake you can make. I really expected more form the apparently best assassin in the whole timeline.", Nailah scoffed. 

Back at Elliott's house where Luther was making a gigantic pan of eggs Diego kept muttering: "No, no, no I don't understand. They keep following me."

"Who?", Luther asked.

"Those Dutch psychopaths."

"They're Swedish you idiot.", Five corrected leaning against the doorframe with his hands in his pockets. "Hired guns paid to eradicate us before we do any more damage to this timeline."

"Great. Why don't you call them and tell them we're here? Sine you like to eradicate any scrape of our advantage.", Nailah commented venomously pouring herself a cup of coffee. Five followed her figure but kept his lips pressed in a fine line. Nailah hummed in satisfaction.

"Yeah, but why now?  I mean I was fine for three, four months before you showed up.", Diego snapped his fingers in frustration while ignoring Nailah's comments.

"Yeah, I was here for a year and no one messed with me.", Luther agreed.

"Same here. Quite like a grave.", Nailah added taking a sip from her coffee.

Five inhaled annoyed: "Even if it was my fault, which it isn't, we only have six days before the end of the world, and the closest we've gotten to dad was that driveway at the consulate."

"Well, that's not entirely true...", Luther admitted. He explained to his siblings how right after he had arrived in Dallas he began saving money and as soon as he had enough he travelled to their family home. He found Reginald hosting parties and with a raging hatred for children. Apparently he insulted Luther and threw him out.

"That's pathetic.", Diego commented at the end of the story.

"Yeah, well at least he didn't shank my ass.", Luther bit back shovelling his scrambled eggs into his mouth. Nailah shuddered at the sight. She hated eggs with passion.

"No, bro. he shanked your heart. That's way worse.", Nailah said taking another sip of her coffee.

"God morning, Nailah. You look... nice.", Elliott said. Nailah threw him a confused smile. "Is that my bathrobe?", Elliott asked from the doorway looking at the garment Luther had put on. "No?", Luther tried.

"Look, who cares what he shanked? He knows something about time travel.", Five said.

"Wait, why don't you just do your thing and time travel us out?", Elliott asked raising his hand. 

"Anyone care to explain?", Five asked pacing around the room.

"First time he tried he got lost in the apocalypse. Second time he ended up as the 13-year old self, which I aged up, without getting any gratitude might I add. And the third time he tried our whole family ended up scattered across 3 years in Dallas.", Nailah explained.

​​​​​​​"Possibly triggering doomsday.", Five added.

"Oh. You aged him up?", Elliott asked.

Nailah shrugged: "Yeah. He's not the only smart one."

"Of course not. That's not what I was implying. I mean I knew you were smart, I just thinks it's impressive for you...", Elliott started to stutter.

Five interrupted him annoyed: ​​​​​​​"She gets it, Elliott."

Nailah shot Five an irritated glare: "I can speak for myself, Five. Thank you Elliott. It's nice to be appreciated.", The last part was again directed at Five accompanied by an expressive look.

"You're missing the big picture. Dad is the ringleader of a sinister cabal that's planning to kill the president.", Diego interrupted before Five could say something back.

"What?", Luther asked in between bites.

"Ignore him.", Five sighed. "Look, the way I see it we only have one option."

"Oh yeah? And what is that?", Luther scoffed.

"It's time to get the umbrella academy back together.", Five announced.

"Family meeting. Yay.", Nailah said dryly picking up an orange from the counter.

"Okay then, can one of you get Allison please?", Luther asked shoving even bigger bites of scrambled eggs from the seemingly never-ending portion.

"You two still a thing?", Diego asked with a knowing smirk.

Luther crooked his head. Diego leaned forward: "Do we need to talk."

"No, she's married.", Luther mumbled.

Nailah choked on her coffee: "What?"

"Whoa, dude. That's rough.", Diego commented.

Luther send him an ironic smile: "I can handle it."

Nailah wiped the coffee off her chin muttering: "How does she get a husband in every single timeline and I can't even get a date?"

Elliott began stammering again but before he could form any word he got interrupted by Five: "Don't even think about it Elliott. I'll go get Allison."

"Can you get Vanya without ehh, squeezing her to death?", Five threw at Luther walking past him while ignoring the sceptical look from Nailah.

"I'll try.", Luther answered dryly and Five blitzed away.

​​​​​​​"What should I do?", Elliott asked clearly hoping for a green signal from the other Hargeeves brothers.

​​​​​​​"Prepare for company.", Diego smiled. "Oh and listen to Five. Nailah's off limits."

Nailah scoffed but smiled lightly. She had missed the protectiveness of her siblings a slightest bit.

"Y'all know, jell-o used to be delicacy. You know, in order to make it you gotta boil down a whole mess of hooves, you know horses, cows, pigs, it doesn't matter. But not everybody just has a mess of hooves laying around. It wasn't until a couple of sassy New Yorkers figured out how to dry it out so the rest of us could have a chance to enjoy this ambrosia.", Elliott explained excitedly pointing at the colourful tray of jello-o in front of them on the table.

Luther had brought Vanya without triggering her powers and she was now sprawled on the couch with a bored expression. 

"if we have some, will you shut up?", Diego asked dryly.

"Maybe. Here. Nailah?", Elliott handed the disgusting looking food to Nailah.

"Thank you, Elliott, but I'm vegan.", she said trying to hide her disgusted face.

Diego scoffed: ​​​​​​​"Since when? I saw you yesterday devour a whole salami."

Nailah looked at him with venom in her eyes: "Since this morning."

"Oh, okay. Sorry.", Elliott said and handed the bowl to Luther who being Luther just accepted and began eating. 

"How you feeling?", Luther asked Vanya.

"Pretty shitty, to be honest."

"Where would you say you are on a scale from one to ending all life on this planet?", Diego asked flicking his knives.

"Really? That's what you chose to go with?", Nailah scoffed.

​​​​​​​"Diego, put the knife away, you idiot. She's fine.", Luther hissed.

​​​​​​​"The last time I saw this one she had me suspended mid-air sucking the life out of me with energy tentacles. I think I'm allowed a little time to process.", Diego pointed the knife at Luther.

Nailah fished it out of Diego's hand as Elliott intercepted: "I would love to see an energy tentacle."

"Shut up, Elliott.", Nailah, Diego and Luther said in a chorus.

​​​​​​​"Look, I don't remember what I did but I'm sorry. If it means anything.", Vanya said silently.

"It does.", Diego smiled at her lightly. "Just going through a lot right now."

"Oh my God.", Nailah mumbled leaning her head on her fist.

​​​​​​​"If you don't care you can just go.", Diego shot her an angry look.

​​​​​​​"Oh, I care. You just chose the perfect moment. But go on.", she bit back.

​​​​​​​"There's this girl that I like.", Diego continued. ​​​​​​​"I though she liked me but it turns out she just.."

Diego got interrupted by a knock on the front door. "Oh thank God.", Luther sighed quickly standing up.

The group stood on the balcony watching Allison and Klaus enter the building after Five. Both were completely drunk and kept mumbling word about death in French.

"Oh wow. I know this is impossible but did we all get sexier?", Klaus lulled taking off his sunglasses.

For a moment the siblings looked at each other. Klaus was maybe right. Diego had grown out his hair, which was a pretty daring change, Luther had finally found clothes that looked good on him, Vanya as well. And Nailah, well she'd always loved fashion and knew how to present herself.

Five's gaze flew over his siblings and with slight satisfaction he had to admit that Klaus indeed was right. His eyes stammered for a longer second on Nailah's wild curls covering her face. The 60s makeup and style suited her even though Five knew she absolutely hated the pants and blouses.

Diego chuckled lightly seeing Klaus and Nailah send Allison an air-kiss just as they had done when they were kids. "Vanya.", Allison sighed.

​​​​​​​"I can't believe I have another sister.", Vanya chuckled walking down the stairs to hug Allison. Nailah followed and after nodding as a response Allison's questioning look, Allison hugged Vanya back.

"Oh you are drunk.", Diego scoffed smelling Klaus' breath.

​​​​​​​"Yeah no, just a little, a few..", Klaus stammered and giggled. "Oh that's so sweet.", he grabbed his heart seeing Allison and Vanya hug. He wrapped his arms around them and waved for Nailah to join. 

"Klaus. Is Ben here?", Five asked. 

​​​​​​​"Oh, no. No, unfortunately ghosts can't time travel.", Klaus stretched his back. Nailah narrowed her eyes and crooked her head not really believing.

"All right then. Let's get down to business."​​​​​​​, Five announced not reacting to Nailah's questioning look. 

​​​​​​​"Alright, first off I wanna say I'm sorry.", Five began as soon as everyone had found a seat in the living room area at Elliott's. ​​​​​​​"I know I really screwed the pooch on this whole going-back-in-time-and-getting-stuck thing. But the real kick in the pants here is we brought the end of the world back with us."

"Oh my God, again?", Klaus explained pouring himself and Nailah a rather full glass of whiskey.

When he saw all the not surprised faces he sighed: "All of you knew? Why am I always the last one to find out about the end of the ... Oh my God! My cult is gonna be so pissed, Five! I told them we had until 2019."

"We have until Monday. Six days.", Five announced unphased. 

"Is it Vanya?", Klaus asked taking a sip.

"Klaus!", Allison exclaimed.

"Well, it is usually Vanya. No offence.", Nailah agreed taking her glass from Klaus.

"None taken.", Vanya smiled at Nailah. "Do you have any leads,  Five?"

"Only one.", Diego handed Five a file with the picture of Reginald Hargreeves on the grassy knoll. 

​​​​​​​"Diego, Nailah and I have been trying to talk to dad about what exactly this means. So far we've got nothing.", Five explained.

"Not nothing.", Diego intercepted to which Nailah groaned. ​​​​​​​"He's planning to kill Kennedy."

"Maybe he does, maybe he doesn't. Really not important.", Nailah said in a sing-songy voice and took another great gulp from her glass.

Before Diego could answer Five interfered: ​​​​​​​"We don't know who or what sets doomsday in motion. Could be Kennedy, could be something entirely independent. But if we know something changes the timeline we have to make it right."

​​​​​​​"Yeah but how if we don't know what's broken?", Allison asked.

"Come on. Do the math. We know dad's having some shady-ass meetings with some shady-ass people. We know. he's on the grassy knoll in three days to kill the president. So I think we all. know what we have to do."

"Kill dad." "Find dad.", Diego and Five said at the same time and looked at each other confused. Nailah chuckled and Allison raised her eyebrows.

"None of us are supposed to be here right?", Vanya asked. "I mean what if it's us?  Has anyone here done anything to screw up the timeline?"

Klaus shook his head, Nailah crooked hers with her lips in a fine line, Diego stared at the carpet, Allison poured herself more vodka and Luther raised his eyebrows. Five sighed heavily and rubbed his temples.

​​​​​​​"Diego's been stalking Lee Harvey Oswald.", Luther admitted.

"You're working for Jack Ruby! And Nailah's an assassin!", Diego defended himself.

"Hey! I've never killed anyone important enough to mess with the timeline! You wanted to change the whole history!", Nailah send the accusation back to Diego.

"Allison's been very involved in local politics.", Klaus said.

"Okay, you started a cult.", she shot right back. Klaus growled at her and hissed.

​​​​​​​"I'm just a nanny on a farm. I don't have anything to do with all that.", Vanya said.

"Well, maybe you do we just don't know it yet.", Allison said.

"Yeah, for someone who just ended the world your life seems awfully... quiet.", Nailah added.

Diego whistled sharply making his siblings look in his direction: ​​​​​"Listen to yourselves. Everything in our new life is. connected to Kennedy. That can't be a coincidence. Luther works for Ruby, Allison's protesting against the government, Nailah's an assassin, dad on the grassy knoll, Klaus is... doing something weird and perky but probably related. See clearly we were all send here for one special reason: saving John Fitzgerald Kennedy."

Nailah laughed frantically at that while the rest of the siblings began arguing. Five just stood there with a concentrated look on his face.

"Guys, you all die.", Five admitted silently. ​​​​​​​"I was there, I saw it. And I wanna forget it but I can't. I saw Russian nukes vaporise the world with all of you in it in a war that never happened until we brought it here. And Hazel gave his life to save us, so you may need. to shut up and listen to me. I don't know if the things we've experienced here are all connected. I don't know if there's a reason for everything. But dad will. We need to talk to him before everyone and everything we know is dead."

​​​​​​​"Okay, I'm out.", Luther said and just left the room.

"Did you even hear me, Luther?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I did. I heard a 58-year old man who still wants his daddy to come and fix everything. Well, you can. count me out. It's time we all. grew the hell up."

Diego immediately followed him with Nailah not far behind. "Save it, Diego.", Luther snapped at them.

Five blitzed away and appeared before Luther on the stairs. "No one leaves until we figure this out.", he announced.

 Luther sighed and just threw Five over the railing. Five blitzed away before he could hit the ground. 

"Luther!", Nailah exclaimed sliding on the railing and waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs. "What was that?"

"Oh come on. He had it coming."

Nailah shrugged: "Fair enough."

​​​​​​​"Where has all that heroism gone, big guy?", she asked.

"Well, I think I've left it back in 2019.", he answered.

"Come on, Luther. You can't just leave like that. We need you."

"I don't care, Nai."

Nailah let out a sigh. "Don't worry, I'll handle it.", Diego placed a hand on her shoulder and followed Luther.

Before Nailah could return upstairs she spotted Lila running down the street in red doc martens. Not soon after she saw Five follow. Without thinking much Nailah decided to follow them.

Nailah had been following Five who had been following Lila for over an hour. Finally Lila stopped at an old paintshop. She smashed the window of the door with a piece of wood and entered the industry part of the abandoned building. Five was quick to follow and blitzed inside. Nailah quietly opened the door and pressed herself against the wall. She peeked slightly into the corridor to see Five appears before Lila.

"What's your game, crazy lady?", he asked putting his hands in his pockets.

"Who cares? You said if you saw me again you'd kill me.", Lila smiled widely.

​​​​​​​"Oh, I remember.", Five chuckled darkly.

"Well, come on then big talker. Let's get this done."  

Five blitzed away appearing on Lila's other side. He kicked in the direction of her shin but she jumped aiming her leg at his head. Five ducked but she still got his nose. Five grunted in pain and Lila ran away chuckling. Five followed and soon he appeared in front of Lila again. Nailah kept a safe distance to them. She had a perfect view on them from behind the paint barrels while being certain they couldn't see her.

Five kicked, twirled in the air and kicked again towards Lila's face. She skilfully evaded all his attacks.  Five switched his turning direction and planted a kick towards Lila's face. Then he tried to punch her in the stomach, side and head but all attacks were blocked. Lila grabbed his jacket and rammed her knee into Five's stomach. Nailah felt her fingertips pickle. She was going to intervene if she saw Five needed help but she had to keep the advantage of her position as long as possible.

Lila tried again to kick Five in the face and he ducked, slid towards her and tried to make her lose balance. Nailah saw him deliver another series of punched. She grunted annoyed when she saw it was the same as moments ago. Rookie. 

Five kicked Lila in the stomach and she disappeared behind a table. Five followed but she was actually gone. Nailah ruffed her eyebrows. Five's gaze jumped to where she was hiding, clearly sensing her powers sucking in the heat in. from the room. He saw the sparks in her eyes and his corners twitched lightly. Nailah grinned back, her eyes now clearly full of fire. Nearly undetectably Five shook his head signalling for her to stay hidden. Nailah nodded.

"I'm waiting.", Lila chirped from another side of the room. Five twirled around.

He blitzed to the spot where Lila was but the only thing left after her was her laughter. Nailah's hiding spot didn't allow her to see how Lila had managed to do that.

"Fed up yet, Five?", Nailah only heard Lila's very annoying voice.

Five grabbed an old, rusty piped blitzed to the place where Lila had been standing. But he only managed to hit the power outlet letting sparks fly.

Lila appeared behind Five and aimed her leg at his head which he blocked. He ducked down and swooped his leg under hers making Lila fall down with a dull thump. Nailah nodded to herself. A basic, pretty amateur move but effective.

Five walked up to Lila and placed his boot on her throat.

​​​​​​​"You're better than I thought.", Lila wheezed.

"And you are entirely average.", Five scoffed with a smile. Nailah giggled soundlessly from her hiding spot. She liked this side of Five.

"You can come out now.", Five said.

Nailah twitched in her spot but before she could move slow clacking of heels stopped her. It was clear Five hadn't meant her.

A very weird woman with red heels, a long cigarette and an absolutely hideous coat appeared.  

"Well done.", she praised Five. "You figured it out."

"Well, it wasn't very hard.", Five scoffed looking at Lila under his boot. "She fights like every one of you commission drones."

Nailah nearly choked on her own saliva when the realisation hit her. This was The Handler. The one that had made Five kill people at the commission.

"Hmm. No matter. Here we are.", the Handler continued. "Together again. I've gotta ask. Did you miss me, you little shit?"

-> The Umbrella Academy Masterlist

Hello everyone!

Here we are at pretty much the halfway mark for this series. I would really appreciate any feedback/ reblog/ like you can offer. I would be especially interested what you think of Nailah and her dynamic with the siblings as well as if you think her character is well integrated.

Otherwise, thank you for reading and see you next part :)

[victorluvsalice]

Hello, and welcome to this two-part building update from the Chill Save, entitled “Valicer Haunted Farmhouse Makeover!” Yes, after realizing the gang had some cash, I decided to take a playsession or two and make some upgrades to their farmhouse, and these are the results! Took me a while to get everything the way I wanted (and to get the game to behave itself -- lights kept turning off every time I tried to place things on the wall in the barn first time I tried this), and I’m probably still gonna shuffle some stuff around as time goes on, but right now, it’s looking pretty good, I think. :) This post focuses on the downstairs  and the grounds, so let me take you through the changes --

-->Well, first off, I’m sure you’ve noticed all the pet obstacle course stuff tucked into the corner there. ;) Yup, one of my intended goals with this family was to get them some pets (a cat and a dog specifically), so I figured while I was making the house nicer that I could put in all the pet stuff. Downstairs, we have the obstacle course in the front yard; a litter box, natural branch scratching post, outdoor toy bin, and cat teaser on the front porch; a more traditional scratching post and an indoor toy bin (with toys) in the first floor main hall; and automatic pet feeders in the kitchen, complete with mats. :) The pets have not been acquired yet, but you’ll meet our candidates next update.

-->Another major addition -- rugs! I kept meaning to put them down, so I made sure to slap them in now. The downstairs landing has a nice big slightly-worn rug for Sims to cosy their feet on, and the creative study has a rug for everything you can do in there (Alice always had her painter’s tarp rug, but I added a Selvadorada rug under the chess table as that’s where Victor and Alice’s Selvadoradan honeymoon pictures hang, a Granite Falls rug under Smiler’s guitar as that’s where all THOSE vacation photos are, and a standard blue rug under Victor’s piano just because). There are even more rugs upstairs, I assure you!

-->Other decorative changes include moving the egg collection from the last couple of Egg Days to a shelf (from the “Cottage Garden Stuff” fan pack by @plumbobteasociety) that could fit all of them and putting them in a different spot; swapping out one of the MySims statues on the fireplace mantle in the living room -- Alice’s new Elmira Clamp one looked like it belonged near the bookcases, so I put the Hoppy one upstairs in Smiler’s room; updated the “house” shelf Alice’s Simmie from the Festival of Snow sits in so it stands out a bit more; and adding some new pictures and the aprons to the kitchen, along with some pet treats. . .which involved me actually making the whole kitchen one tile longer so I could put in another counter to fit them. XD I suppose I could get rid of the microwave, they don’t really use it, but. . .eh. XD Oh, and I put the special “gives you money” trash bin in the kitchen -- dunno how often it’ll be used, but hey, a few extra simoleons just from cleaning up never hurt!

-->I also made over all the bathrooms! The downstairs bathroom now has a nicer toilet (from Tiny Living, if I recall correctly), plus a better pedestal sink and one of Alice’s most recent paintings on the wall for color. (No, I don’t know WHY the downstairs bathroom is The Beige Bathroom, it just happened.)

-->Outside, I FINALLY got a system I like going for the greenhouse! We have a couple of cute wheelbarrow decorations out front by the door (both official and CC); the flower-arranging bench, the juice fizzer, and a grill for making herbal potions along one wall; and then the plants themselves. From back to front, we have the “orchard” (most of the regular trees Victor is growing); the “unusual plants and mushrooms” line of planters (magical plants, Granite Falls plants, mushrooms, the Tree of Emotions, and the Plasma tree); a line of flowers (either end), veggies, and fruits, with the beehive in the middle; two planters where things overlapped (like fruits with veggies, or flowers with herbs); and the final row of earth where Victor will EVENTUALLY plant the oversized crops. It WILL happen. (Once everything else reverts from “dirt pile” state -- to be fair, I’m not too pissed, as the plasma fruit tree wasn’t actually producing fruit, so this gives it a chance to reset, and they’ve got plenty of other produce and flowers right at the moment.)

-->And over at the barn, I made a little fenced-in area for the chickens, since I didn’t want them running all over and sundry (I WOULD have used the Werewolves picket-style fence, but for some reason that doesn’t have a matching GATE, so StrangerVille picket it is); put the insect collection on the back wall (missing one certain insect that instead is being kept in the house as a “pet”); moved the robot bench and the fabricator to the wall with the woodworking bench and the candle-making bench; and threw in a cauldron for Victor so he can do some alchemy stuff! Plus some of the Tetris-inspired shelving from Cepzid’s “Arcade Room Stuff” fan-pack to show off Smiler’s frog collection. Mostly because I wanted to keep only the cheap frogs in their inventory for plasma-pack-breeding purposes. :P

Okay, so that’s ground-level pretty well covered -- how about the upstairs?

[unorthodoxsavvy]

Whumptober Day 6: Proof Of Life

Malcolm woke up in a dark room. He could feel restraints around his arms and legs, effectively tying him to a chair. Not a comfortable one, either.

Malcolm blinked in the dim light and while his eyes started to adjust he noticed a camera facing him. It was a camcorder, and the little viewing window was out and turned towards him. The light on the side was blinking. They were rolling.

Malcolm looked from side to side around him, but there was no one there. The set-up was perfect for a torture dungeon, though. Malcolm had to congratulate the interior design and the wide array of weapons on the surgical table nearby. Someone either had a lot of money to waste or had saved up a long time for this. He'd make sure to pass the compliment along when whoever was supposed to torture him showed up.

Not one to be kept waiting, Malcolm called out a "Hello?"

There was no response from the doorway beyond.

"Hellooooo?" Malcolm called again, slightly more annoyed this time. He was glad whoever had captured him and tied him up seemed to have all day, but he did not. Malcolm was a busy man. He had places to be.

"Can we hurry this up? I have to pee."

Finally Malcolm heard some shuffling from another room.

"Why hello there! Awake, are we?"

Malcolm smiled politely. "I am. Wonderful place you've got here. I can tell you put a lot of hard work into it. It really paid off."

The man emerged from behind a black curtain that was placed in the doorway. He was wearing a large mask and apron, the kind a butcher would wear. It was a smart style.

"Why thank you! I'm glad someone appreciates it!"

Malcolm smiled and nodded.

"Of course. So, what am I in for today? Or is it a surprise?"

"Ooh, a curious one! How exciting. Well, I clue you in a bit. I'm sure, of course, you know who I am-"

Malcolm nodded. He recognized the man now. He hunted and caught serial killers for a living, after all.

"Well, I know you too, so I know your family is very wealthy. I'm hoping some of that money pour back into this very expensive hobby of mine."

"Torture?" Malcolm clarified.

"Yes, torture."

"Is the camera for proof of life or to rewatch the highlights?" Malcolm asked calmly and curiously.

"Both!" the killer smiled behind the mask.

He walked over towards the camera, which was still filming.

"Have you ever thought about livestreaming? I hear Twitch is a dump these days, and YouTube's the place to be. They have better ad revenue splits with their creators. Or TikTok! I think this kind of content would do well in short-form. Maybe like a quick tutorial or something. Maybe a Masterclass. Or do you prefer like the dark web? Bit too mainstream for you?"

The man chuckled. "You talk much. Yes, all too mainstream for me. Going live on dark web, though, not bad idea. Red room, that is what they are called, yeah?"

Malcolm nodded. "Yeah, they are. You've never watched this kind of stuff there yourself?"

The man shook his head. "No, no, no. I get all from movies."

"What's your favorite scary movie?" Malcolm smirked.

"Psycho!"

Malcolm nodded.

"I'm an American Psycho fan myself. Ever heard of Huey Lewis and the News?" Malcolm quoted.

The killer must have missed that title at Blockbuster, because he just nodded.

"Anyway, this is all feeling very Hostel to me, so if you'd like to hurry this along, that'd be great, because I still really have to pee," Malcolm suggested.

"Not hostile at all! You very welcome here!"

Malcolm didn't bother to correct him.

The man in the mask walked over to his table and picked up a drill. He squeezed the power trigger and the drill gave a whirl.

"Oh good! Was worried I was out of battery!"

The man brought over the drill to Malcolm.

"Hello Whitleys!" he addressed the camera from in front of Malcolm behind his mask. "As you see here I have your son. I promise he in very good hands today- hands like a surgeon, yeah? Anyway, I return him to you in mostly one piece if you pay ransom for me. One million American dollar please. Thank you!"

The killer turned back towards Malcolm.

"I go edit that later," he mentioned. Malcolm nodded. He understood completely.

The man squeezed the trigger on the drill again.

"I ask for one million American dollar, but I must confess, I not like much about America. Too much gun violence. I much prefer a drill or an ax. Much more fun. A gun, you know, it just too American. Not as much fun. Prefer to take my time. Make it count. Make it last."

"We also have a raging obesity problem," Malcolm agreed about their fast and throw-away life style. "And a very bad litter problem."

The man shook his head and tutted. "No family values here! Always go, go, go. Work hard. Loose focus on what matters."

"Torture," Malcolm nodded.

"Torture," the man agreed. Then he pressed the drill into Malcolm's knee and pulled the trigger.

[eight-twenty]

Eight Things: freeing the headspace

Every year for my birthday I try to buy myself the nicest brand new pair of shoes I could find. I say brand new in bold letters because I shop in thrift stores by default. I never take shoe-buying so lightly because I only ever give up on shoes when they’re worn down to the sole. And I never take my birthdays so lightly because that’s the one day of the year when it does not feel like a sin to be selfish.

It’s still too early in the year and somehow if I really want to, I can simply just buy the shoes I have bookmarked in my head, and it bears no consequence to my finances. It feels unnerving to have something I want for myself simply within my reach.

This is in no way to subtly say I have reached financial independence by the way. I am well into my 30s and still just into my first year of having actual savings. I hate that this has to turn into something about money and I hate to admit that the lack of it for so long has been what’s kept me going. I feel like I’m more thankful for the lack of it than the abundance of it. How do I say that without sounding so ungrateful?

But the thought of buying something luxurious for myself when it's not my birthday feels like a sin I am capable of doing.

I now understand why people get sad on their birthdays. It’s so much easier to be hopeful than to actually be…happy.

—

I have been reading the novel version of the catholic bible lately for entertainment rather than enlightenment.

I’ve been digesting it the way I’ve read through Edith Hamilton’s Greek myths—because I don’t think there’s any harm in saying that the bible’s words have more myth than facts in it and that it is so cool how it has so much influence on history, architecture, and the present. understanding it away from the lens of what my catholic upbringing has taught me. Am I in any way more faithful now than I was, yes and no. Is there really a thing such as being more or less faithful; and is there a way of saying it without it equating to good or bad? 

—

I never fell short on romance (sorry!) though I have written or posted about it less. So many things I feel like I've taken for granted because I never really wrote about it, but the privacy of it finally feels comforting for someone who always felt like screaming the love i have to the ends of the earth. It has been nice. So much intimacy in the mundane such as leaving the lights on because one is still reading or taking turns in paying for groceries. And there are times when we cackle in laughter together remembering how toxic we were at certain eras in our relationship - it wasn’t on my list of intimate things to gush about but it certainly is a core memory. That's a special kind of bond right there. I love the boring kind of love so much.

—

okay, so that then feels like a natural segue to something I’ve long been holding in— I love Normal People so much that I would defend it against its haters (by defend I mean just block); yes it is boring, yes it intimate scenes were necessary and awkward and unsexy, yes they clearly lack communication, yes they are toxic (to each other and others), yes it should end that way because that is how normal people are (okay, Paul Mescal and Daisy Edgar-Jones may have god-like features and chemistry); commenting about how they should be this or that or attempts to try and fix what they are and what they have makes them perfect people, not Normal People no?

--

lately, it has felt so nice to be referred to as a creative (a noun, not an adjective).

and I will bask in that. maybe that will have to just be my personality. my creativity has always been hinged on what has existed versus what is to exist. I think that stems from my scarcity/poverty mindset, that I'll have to make do with what I currently have. thus, collages, personal essays, and concepts for low-budget ad campaigns.

--

speaking of ~personality~, I am now an e-reader, thanks to my husband who bought me a kindle for he may have been prompted by the sight of me slicing a big book in half with a knife because bringing the whole book was too big for me to carry on my daily commute. I still love tangible books so much #LongLivePrint, but the convenience of e-reading is just *a chef's kiss. I've finished a trilogy in less than 3-weeks and the Kindle (I call it Kindle Jenner) may be to blame.

--

I love/hate how we have words for everything now--and that these words are not just trends or lingo but they factor into lifestyles and it alters the brain chemistry more than we allow it to. #GirlDinner #GirlMaths #CleanGirl #BedRotting and don't get me started on therapy speak. I also recently just blocked the words 'eldest daughter' on my timelines because it is getting annoying at this point.

--

fantasizing about: the three tattoos I've been itching to have. One is a reference to Icarus, one is about writing, and one is a word that adds more meaning the more it repeats itself. why I'm talking in riddles about this, I really don't know.