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moonlight-presence · 2 years

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okay this idea just came to me and I NEED it (also I loved your taking turns fic, so I know you'll slay this) okay here it is:

reader is neighbours with the moon boys, friends with all of them but nothing further than that. mutual pining and crushes from Steven, Marc and Jake toward reader.

reader invites the boys over one night for some drinks and it turns into them all playing a drinking truth or dare together. the prompts for truths and dares start to get a bit cute but also a bit steamy and one thing leads to another and they all end up hooking up (like the guys all appear at least once during the deed).

I hope this makes sense lmao, I literally love your work so much ily 🤍🌙

Truth or dare

(Jake, Marc and Steven X Reader)

Category: F/M

Fandom: Moon Knight (2022)

Relationships: Jake Lockley X Reader, Marc Spector X Reader, Steven Grant X Reader

Words: 5 060

Summary: Jake, Marc and Steven play a game of truth or dare with you.

Warnings: Oral sex, missionary, overstimulation, begging, a bit of crying

Translation for the Spanish words: “princesa”: princess; “mi amor”: my love; “¿Verdad o atrevimiento?”: truth or dare?

MATURE CONTENT 18 +

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You open your mailbox and take out a few letters. There´s no one else at the entrance of the building you live in, just you and the noise of your keys dangling on your fingers. You try to close the mailbox but the phone in your right hand makes the task almost impossible. After a few more unsuccessful tries, you decide to hold your phone with your mouth while you close and lock the mailbox.

In the middle of doing this, you hear the front door opening, the sound making you jump and almost drop your phone. Luckily for you, your lips manage to hold the device quite firmly. You hear the door close again and then turn around to greet who entered.

"Good aftern-", Marc, your neighbor, stops talking as he sees you with your phone in your mouth and a bunch of letters in your hands. You immediately drop the phone to the ground without realizing it and your cheeks color.

"Shit.", you curse and kneel to grab your phone. You can feel your heart racing and embarrassment creep into you as Marc helps you gather your things.

"Are you okay? Sorry, I startled you, Y/N.", he says as he picks up your letters and helps you get up. He gently grabs your arms and you feel his rough fingers brush your skin slightly. A shiver runs down your spine.

"No, sorry, I was... I was just trying to close my mailbox... Hum...", you struggle with words as you meet his eyes. He is still holding your arms and you look at his hands making him remove them.

"No, yeah, yeah, it´s fine. You just surprised me with the phone on your mouth...", he jokes with a smile making you chuckle and put your phone in your back pocket. Marc hands you the letters and you smile at him.

"Sorry...", you whisper and brush a strand of hair out of your eyes. You look at him for a bit and then try to say something, "You going up?"

"Yeah, you too?", he asks making you smile and nod. You walk towards the elevator and press your floor number.

As the elevator starts going up you can feel that awkward silence begin to install between you too. Your body begins sweating and that warm sensation in your stomach appears. You always feel like this when you are close to him...

"How are-"

"I was thin-", you cut yourself off as Marc speaks first. You look at each other and smile slightly before you add, "Go ahead."

"No, it´s okay, you were saying?"

"Hum... I just wanted to ask you if you want to come over for some drinks tonight?", you have no idea how you managed to have the courage to ask that but you just did. Your cheeks are now bright red as Marc´s eyes widen and he clears his throat, you notice he is turning redder too.

"Yeah, I would love to. You need me to bring anything?"

"Just yourself.", you laugh at your joke but then immediately want to slap yourself for how stupid it sounded. You idiot...

Marc actually chuckles at your failed joke and nods. The elevator doors open and he steps out and waits for you to follow him. You each walk to your apartment and then you share one last glance with him.

"Oh, you can come over at around 9. Is that good with everyone?", you ask and Marc waits a bit before answering.

"Jake and Steven say it´s fine. See you later, Y/N, and don´t drop your phone again.", he winks at you and enters his apartment leaving you embarrassed and with a slight grin on your lips.

This night is either going to be a disaster or the best night of your life.

............

Tick....tock.....tick.....tock....tick....Tock.

The clock hits 9 pm.

You glance at your front door and rub your fingers anxiously as you wait for the bell to ring. You did tell them to be here at around 9 but you didn't actually think they would only show up at 9.

You glance at the two wine glasses on top of the table and the bottle of wine you fetched earlier. The wine is getting a bit warm and so are you. Part of you is scared they aren't going to show up at all...

This was a stupid idea, a dumb fucking idea and now you have em-

Ding...Dong.

You nearly jump at the noise of your bell ringing, your heart now beating fast inside of your chest. You look at the mirror in front of you for a second and breathe in.

Your hands grab the handle and you open the door to reveal Steven looking back at you. He is holding a box of chocolates in his hand as he stares at you with a nervous grin.

"H-hi.", he almost whispers making you smile and let him inside of your home.

"Hey, Steven, come on in.", you invite and he nods before entering the apartment. You close the door behind you and try to stop your hands from shaking.

Fucking calm down, okay?

"Beautiful...", he whispers as he looks at you. You widen your eyes and his cheeks color before he looks around and adds," Your flat. It's lovely, love what you have done with the place."

You try to hide a small smile but fail miserably as Steven awkwardly looks everywhere except at you. Your eyes meet his box of chocolates and you clear your throat.

"Are those for me?", you ask making Steven finally look at you. His cheeks are flushed red and he seems to be shaking like a piece of paper on a windy day.

"W-what... Oh-... Hum- yeah.", he hands you the chocolates and you grab the box, "Thought you might fancy some chocolates."

"In fact I do.", you reply with a smile as you open the box to see a bunch of heart-shaped chocolates inside of it, "Thank you, Steven. I actually don't remember the last time anybody has ever bought me chocolates."

Steven opens his mouth but chooses not to say anything at your words. Instead, he just looks at you with that awkward but sweet expression you are so familiar with. That's what you adored about Steven, he was so sweet... Sweet like chocolates. Ironic, isn't it?

"Should we take a seat?", you ask and signal the couch behind him. He nods and sits down rapidly as you follow him and do the same.

You open the bottle of red wine and pour some of it into the two glasses in front of you. Steven doesn't say anything as you do this but you can feel his eyes staring at you... You do wonder what he is thinking.

You give Steven his glass and then pick up yours, "Cheers."

"Cheers.", he says and takes a sip from the alcoholic drink. You swallow the liquid and then open the box of chocolates to take one out.

"You are trying them now?", he asks alarmed making you raise an eyebrow at him as you place one chocolate inside of your mouth.

"Shouldn't I?", you start chewing and an amazingly sweet flavor fills your mouth. It tastes of hazelnut and caramel, a lovely mixture that seems to have been made by some sort of god.

"It's a bit scary that's all...Imagine you hate the chocolates I bought you. That wouldn't be good, would it? No.", he mumbles while you look at him with a big smirk on your lips. You gently place your hand on his knee before you speak.

"Hey, they are amazing, okay? Relax.", you assure him with a soft smile. You realize that Steven's body has tensed up and you look at your hand, "Sorry."

You remove it and take another big sip from your wine.

After a few glasses and more small talk, you are starting to feel a little braver as the alcohol finally starts kicking in.

"Have you ever played truth or dare, Stevie?", you ask and he shakes his head, his cheeks now naturally red because of the alcohol.

"I think Marc has played it but I am not so sure...", he confesses with a slightly dragged voice.

"It's pretty simple... I say truth or dare and you chose. Got it?", you ask and Steven gets a bit closer to you and nods with a big smile.

"Truth or dare?"

"Hum... Truth.", he chooses and you think of something.

"Is it true that... You never got drunk before?", Steven giggles at your question making you laugh. His smile is so pretty... So so pretty.

"Busted!", he says with a dramatic voice, "Okay, my turn, honey cakes... Hum... Truth or dare?"

"Dare.", you immediately choose before finishing your glass of wine. Honey cakes... That's new.

"I dare you to...Try to lick your elbow."

You raise your eyebrows and burst out laughing at his insane dare. Steven puts down the glass of wine and supports his head on his hand while he waits for you to do it.

"Oh, God... You are serious.", you say and he nods with a determined look. You shake your head with a big grin and lift your arm.

You stare at your elbow and stuck out your tongue as far as possible. After a few moments of struggling and grunting, you give up, there's no way you can actually do it.

"I can'ttttt...", you whine with a defeated voice making Steven chuckle.

"You look ridiculous right now.", he jokes making you open your mouth and look at him with an exaggerated shocked face.

"Was this all a plan so you could see me embarrass myself?", you ask and gently push away his chest making Steven almost fall.

"Maybe... Hey, it was kind of Marc's idea, sorry.", he confesses with a guilty smile.

"Marc's idea... Okay, two can play this game. Marc.", you watch as Steven's eyes roll up suddenly, his whole body becoming stiffer with amazing quickness.

"Yes?", Marc´s voice replies.

"Truth or dare?", you say with a smirk making Marc come close to your face with a challenging look.

"Dare."

"Bad choice...I dare you to...", you get a bit closer and your smirk deepens, "Drink the rest of the bottle in one go.”

Marc´s gaze drops slightly to your lips as you speak and you can´t help but feel tingles running down your spine. He waits a bit before answering, his eyes just studying your face as if you were a piece of art.

“Okay.”, he simply replies before leaning back and grabbing the half-full bottle of wine.

“Somebody´s confident.”, you tease making Marc smirk and put the bottle against his lips.

“Watch and learn.”

Marc starts swallowing the liquid rapidly and you observe his Adam´s Apple bob up and down, a stream of wine running down his neck slightly making the whole scene kind of obscene... You shouldn´t be thinking these things and yet here you are.

As Marc is almost finished, you quickly place your hands on the sides of his torso and tickle him making Marc pull the bottle away from his mouth and spit the rest of the wine down his shirt.

You burst out laughing and lean back against the couch as Marc struggles to breathe, his shirt now wet because of your actions. You are sure that stained your couch but it was worth it just to see that shocked look on Marc´s face.

“Y-You... Why did you do that?”, he says making you laugh harder. You grab the bottle from his hand and take a sip, your eyes never leaving his.

“I think you spilled a little bit of wine down your shirt...”, you say with a cocky voice while you wipe the wine from your lips with the back of your hand. Marc looks at his shirt and up at you, his lips curled into a smirk.

“Ah-ah, hilarious...”, he replies making you giggle and compose your posture.

You put down the bottle of wine and look at him again, his chest sticking to the shirt making his skin appear underneath. Your drunk mind can´t help but wonder one thing and, without really thinking about it, you say:

“I dare you to take off your shirt.”

Silence.

The words come out of your mouth so quickly that you don´t really realize how insane they are... You just asked your neighbor to take off his shirt. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-

“Alright, as you wish.”, he says cutting your line of thought.

Marc grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it up to reveal his naked torso underneath. He tosses the wet material to the floor and tries to clean the wine from his chest.

You don´t say anything... Even if you wanted to, you literally can´t speak. Your heart is beating so fast and your mind is spinning. Every muscle in your body is begging you to get closer to him.

Focus. You have to focus.

But it´s hard to... Really fucking hard, especially because Marc is fucking shirtless in front of you.

Your eyes drift to his exposed skin and you notice he has multiple scars on his chest and what seems like gunshot wounds. You immediately lift your eyes in respect to him and try to calm down.

“Your turn. Truth or dare?”, he asks with a deep strained voice. You lick your lips and think of a choice.

“Truth.”

Marc inhales a bit and starts chewing on his inner cheek, his mind deep in thought as he tries to find something to say. The silence only makes your nerves get worse and you start to rub your fingers together.

“Is it true that you are nervous because I am shirtless?”, he asks making your cheeks color deeply. Marc laughs at your reaction and brushes his curly hair with his hand, “Thought so...”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever...”, you try to play it cool but it´s obvious you are quite flustered, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Are you dating anyone?”

You meet his eyes and wait for an answer, your body too drunk to care about anything.

“No. And you? Are you seeing somebody?”

“No.”, you quickly reply making Marc chuckle and smirk at you.

“Good...”, he whispers making you hold your breath, “I dare you to touch my chest.”

You slowly lift your hands and place them on his wet skin. You get a bit closer and start tracing his chest slowly, your fingers touching his scars as if you are studying them. Marc doesn´t move away or flinch so you continue doing so, your eyes fixed on his body as you do this.

“Do they hurt?”, you ask with a whisper.

“Not anymore... ”

You don´t ask further questions but your hands stay on his skin. Suddenly his whole body goes stiff again and you look up to see Marc struggling to control his body. You don´t know what is quite happening but soon you realize what is going on.

“Jake...”, you say and Jake looks down at you, his cocky smirk immediately telling you that he has control over the body.

“ ¿Verdad o atrevimiento?”, his fingers run up your arms slowly. You let a small breath escape your lips and get closer to him, your chests now pressing against each other.

“Truth”, you say and Jake´s hands stop at the hem of your blouse. He looks at your lips and then at your eyes.

“Is it true that...”, he sneaks his fingers inside of your blouse suddenly. You feel as he starts rubbing your skin, his hands going more and more up in a way that makes your core start throbbing, “You like being touched like this?”

“Like what?”, you ask, playing dumb. Jake puts his hands on your back and pushes you against him suddenly making you gasp and almost his forehead.

“I think you know how...”, he whispers and you can´t resist any longer.

You connect your lips hungrily and grab the back of his head. The kiss is messy and you are struggling to breathe but you do not care. You have dreamt of this moment, you have imagined it ever since you met them.

You can´t believe that you are finally tasting him, touching him, feeling him. You know Jake a little less than Marc and Steven but it´s alright, you trust him and you equally like him as you do them.

“I want you...”, you whisper between kisses making Jake groan and pull away. He grabs your blouse and lifts it off of your body making you gasp.

“I know you do, mi amor.”, he says with a cocky grin making you roll your eyes playfully.

Jake puts his hands on the straps of your bra and starts tracing them down your body, his attention completely on your chest. You don´t move an inch but you can feel your legs trembling as his digits stop at your back and he undoes the clasp of your bra.

Your breasts pour out immediately now that nothing is holding them, and you try your best not to cover them. Jake notices that you seem a bit nervous and he puts his finger on your chin making you look up.

“You are beautiful...”, he whispers making your stomach tingle and your cheeks heat up. He smiles an almost too innocent smile for him and connects his mouth to your neck.

Jake kisses and bites gently your skin, each kiss getting lower and lower. He reaches your collarbone and then bites it, it´s so gentle you feel nothing but pleasure running down your spine.

His hands find your shoulders and he pushes you down the couch, your whole body falling as if you weigh nothing to him. You look up at him and see him undoing his belt making you unbutton your jeans and pulling them down your legs until they are on the floor.

“How do you want it, mi amor?”, he asks with a smirk and you spread your thighs and put your hand on your panties, your eyes never leaving his.

“Suprise me...”, you challenge and Jake grabs your wrist and takes your hand away from your pulsing center.

“Tch-tch, no touching yourself... That´s my job.”, he says while he pins your wrist up.

You bite your lip and nod rapidly, your body basically begging for him. Jake´s hand finds your other wrist and he pins it up as well, both of your arms now secured under his grip. You simply breathe in and look down at his boxers, his erection is prominent and the size of it is making your heart beat faster.

“You like what you see, princesa?”, he asks with a cocky voice making you lick your lips and nod. Jake´s free hand pulls down his boxers and you widen your eyes as you see his cock sprung out of them, the tip is flushed red and leaking a bit.

It´s big... Really fucking big. Maybe way too big for somebody who hasn´t had sex in a while.

“Here...Feel it for a bit.”, he says and then starts rubbing the tip against your clothed clitoris making you moan and buck your hips.

He continues teasing you like this, each rub sending another wave of wetness out of your entrance. You fucking need him so badly, you want him to fuck you until you can´t think any longer. He is so close yet so fucking far.

“Jake...Please...”

“Please what?”

“More...Give me more.”, you beg and he chuckles before pulling away and grabbing the sides of your panties.

You feel as he pulls them to the side gently, his fingers collecting some of your wetness in a way that is driving you insane. Jake traces your folds and then stops at your entrance, his digits just agonizingly circling the area.

“Is this all for me, mi amor... Or for us?”, he asks and then you remember that Marc and Steven can also see and hear everything that´s going on. The thought is enough to make you whimper.

“B-Both options...Fuck, please.”, you beg again and he lets go of your wrists.

You don´t move them as Jake grabs your panties and then, with a quick gesture, rips them in half. You open your mouth in shock but quickly forget about it as Jake´s mouth connects to your clitoris. He was so fast about it that you don´t have time to register what is going on.

Instead, you moan and grab a fistful of his curls in reflex. Jake moans around your clit and starts circling his tongue, his hands now on your thighs as he spreads them apart.

“F-fuck... Oh my G-god...Y-Yes...”, he continues eating you out in a ravenous way and, when you are about to cum, he pulls away leaving you begging for more, “No...M-more.”

“Patience...”, that wasn´t Jake´s voice. Is that-

“Marc?”

You look down at Marc and nearly faint at the sight, his mouth is covered in your wetness and his cheeks are flushed. He seems to have switched with Jake when he was down there.

“Look at you... How much do you want my cock, baby? Tell me.”

“S-so badly... I want it now.”, you plead. Marc presses a kiss to your belly and then gets up.

Marc grabs his pants from the floor and takes out a condom from his back pocket. You force down a small smile as you realize he was actually planning on having sex with you tonight...

He opens the package and kneels on the couch again, his hands putting the condom around his flushed cock. When he is all done, Marc looks down at you and smirks, his eyes studying your body as if it is his job.

He grabs your hips and pulls you against him, making your center hit his thighs. You watch as he towers over you, his sweaty curls falling on his forehead and his eyes never leaving yours.

“Do you know for how long I have imagined this, Y/N?”, he whispers while his tip presses against your entrance, “Answer me.”

“F-fuck... N-No...”, you say as he starts going inside very slowly. You gasp as your walls try to strech around his cock. It´s hurting a bit but you are too needy for it to be actually painful.

“Every fucking day... I lay in bed thinking about you, I dream about you, I can´t stop thinking about you.”, he says with a groan as his whole shaft enters you. He lets his head fall a bit and he curses under his breath, “So fucking tight...Fuck.”

You moan his name softly and wrap your legs around his lower back, making him get deeper inside. The action makes Marc groan again and you grab his back for some sort of support. You just need to be close to him.

“Me too... I want you so badly. I have always wanted you.”, you confess and Marc lifts his head to look at you.

He seems... shocked? His eyes widen at your words, and you feel his heart beat faster than usual.

Is he surprised about this? You always thought it was obvious you had a massive crush on them.

“I am gonna fuck you so good...So good.”, and then he starts thrusting.

You arch your back and let out a pornographic moan escape your mouth as Marc starts fucking you at a quick pace. Every thrust sends a wave of pleasure down your body, the sloppy sounds filling the room as he does this.

You just close your eyes and feel him...And it feels so fucking good. He is better than you could ever imagine. His thrusts are precise, his pace not too quick but not too gentle.

You can sense he is desperate for you. His cock is pulsing and you notice that he is starting to sweat. Your fingers grab onto his back muscles and you try to lift your hips to give him a better angle.

“F-fuck... You feel so good. So good for me.”, he praises with a strained voice. You moan and bury your face into the crook of his neck.

“Marc... Oh my god...”, you don´t know what else to say. You can´t really say anything but moan his name over and over again as he brings you closer to your climax.

Suddenly, Marc stops moving and you open your eyes to look at his face. You pull away from his neck and stare at him but what you see isn´t Marc any longer.

“Bloody hell, Marc is a bit closer than I predicted...”, Steven says as he stills his hips and looks at your face. You part your lips and, in a moment of pure ecstasy, connect your lips to him.

He kisses you back and you immediately realize that even their kisses are different. Steven is gentle and soft with his actions. He makes sure not to invade your mouth but, instead, go along with you.

You bite his lip softly and pull away before lifting your hips and begging him to move again. Steven moans and nods before thrusting his cock into you once again.

“R-right there...”, you praise and Steven continues gently moving. He isn´t fucking you as Marc did.

He seems to be taking his time to pleasure you to the max, his thrusts are precise but they aren´t as violent as Marc´s were. Nonetheless, both of them are giving you exactly what you need.

“Y-you are so beautiful...”, he moans, his forehead pressing against yours as he breathes into your mouth. You whine and dig your fingernails against his back making Steven hiss and push harder.

“I-I am gonna cum... Steven, please fuck me. P-please... I need it.”, you beg, too drunk to think about anything else but the tsunami of pleasure about to hit you.

“I am here... I am right here. Cum for me, darling. Do it.”, he encourages and that´s all it takes.

You arch your back and close your eyes, your heart beating faster than ever and your clitoris throbbing as your walls pulsate around his cock. Your body starts trembling so hard you swear it´s gonna give out but it doesn´t. Steven wouldn´t let it, he is still holding you there, giving you what you need to go through this.

You move your head and gasp for fresh air as your body finally starts calming down. Your chest is heaving, your skin is covered in sweat as you come back to life.

You stay there for a little bit, just gasping for air as Steven doesn´t move an inch. Did he cum? You can still feel his cock hard inside of you. Why didn´t he-

“Did you think I wouldn´t be the one finishing inside of you, mi amor?”, Jake says and you widen your eyes as he moves again.

Your body isn´t ready for it so you contract your muscles and feel tears form in your eyes as immense pleasure runs through you. It´s a strange sensation.

“J-jake, it´s too much... I-I don´t think I can cum again.”, you say with a breathless voice but he simply picks up his rhythm.

“You can, princesa... Be a good girl for me, will you?”, he asks and you nod and try to focus on cumming again.

Jake speeds up and sneaks a hand down your body, his fingers tracing your sweaty skin until he finds your abused clit. He begins rubbing it and you scream at the stimulation. It´s like you are drowning in pleasure and there´s only one way of escaping it.

“Oh, God...Oh, God... I-I think... F-fuck.”, your eyes start tearing up and you close them, your face flushed red with blood.

“Do it. Cum for me.”, he orders and you let it overtake you.

You throw your head against the couch and let a long and loud moan escape your throat. It´s something you have never heard before but you couldn´t really control it. Jake continues fucking you through it and then you feel his cock pulsate inside of you as well.

He moans your name against your ear and stops moving, his breath hot against your neck as you fight your way out of your second orgasm.

The feeling is way more intense than anything you have ever felt before. You have never experienced something like this and it´s insane how you aren´t dead right now.

After what feels like ages, you open your eyes and let your arms and legs fall.

“A-are you okay?”, Marc asks after taking control of the body and you nod slowly.

“J-just a bit overwhelmed.”, you whisper between breaths. Marc presses multiple kisses on your cheeks and then pulls away from inside of you.

You just groan and clean the sweat off of your forehead as you hear him pour wine into a glass. He takes a long sip and looks down at you, his chest also heaving because of how tired he is.

“Need a drink?”, he asks and you nod, your arm stretching so you grab the glass from his hand.

You lift your body and drink the rest of the wine, the fresh liquid making you feel a little bit better. You put down the glass and stare at him.

“Marc...”

“Yeah?”

You lean against him and press a long kiss against his lips. Marc kisses you back and holds the back of your hair. It´s crazy how your lips seem to fit into each other perfectly.

Marc is the one to pull away, his lips curled into a smile as he holds you gently.

“I think I love you...”

Your heart skips a beat and you let out a relieved laugh at his words. Fuck, is this really happening?

“I think I love you too... All of you.”

And it was true... So fucking true.

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crazy56u · 3 months

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A protracted rant about how Film Reroll's Fifth Element campaign caused me to fear the future before it even went live.

Knowing for a couple weeks via the Patreon that the next campaign was going to be The Fifth Element, I didn't know what to expect, due to not watching the movie.

Having actually watching it last week, that caused me to become convinced that this was going to be a one-episode campaign. That isn't to say I was making an insult. That was me basically going "Oh dear God, they are fucked."

A lot of the fucking plot of the movie was stitched together by the whims of chance (for example, not only does a plot-important character only survives jumping out of a building due to a taxi cab managing to pass by then and there, but the main villain only barely misses crossing paths with Bruce Willis during the climax), and that being translated into a TTRPG does not bode well for a podcast notorious for bad rolls at bad times; they even fucking acknowledge this during the intro to the first episode.

Hell, I was of two major avenues of thought as I waited for the first episode to finally get published: Ether they never leave 1914, or they somehow find a way to get Bruce Willis killed off during the first (or only) episode. I admit, part of the latter was built upon me trying to guess who would play Bruce Willis, then abruptly remembering both the talked-about-but-unpublished Die Hard campaign (where John McClaine died), and TMNT II (where Kara and Paulo basically recreated that campaign via Raphael fighting the terrorists at the bank, only to get shot to shit, and then get killed in Part 5) and just automatically going "If Kara is cast as Bruce Willis, that is an immediate sign, oh no..."

This goes a long way for me to say the following:

When Billy tried to slide tackle the aliens carrying away the five elements during the prologue, and Joz Crit Failed the roll, the moment Paulo announced that caused a domino chain of falling aliens, and that Joz might have fucked up the future, even though it turned out they barely lucked out in avoiding it, I felt a cold chill pass over my body, and fully expected that to be the sum of all of my fears coming true then and there, that they were about to swiftly pivot into 1914's answer to Independence Day.

Granted, things were smooth sailing after that fuck-up (even better than the movie; Leeloo didn't escape, and the military was made aware of the situation from the jump), but still, just like everyone else did during that scene, my heart sank to the bottom of my stomach.

We are one episode in.

This campaign is going to be rough for a guy like me...

#film reroll #the fifth element #spoilers

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ynscrazylife · 2 years

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(Sorry I hope I'm not sending too many requests I just really love your writing, I'll slow down after this)

Cuddle headcanons for polyamorous Steve and Eddie with a gender neutral s/o?

Cuddling With Steve and Eddie Would Include . . .

Authors Note: Thank you!

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Personally I feel like Steve and Eddie aren’t too overly affectionate in public

But when they’re at home, all they wanna do is hug and cuddle with you

And you are so so happy to be affectionate them, especially by cuddling

You’re usually in the middle, with Steve and Eddie wrapping their arms around you and each other and you holding onto them

Sometimes you guys talk about your day or whatever’s on your mind, but other times you’re just relaxing in silence

Either way, it’s perfect way to unwind after tiring days, especially with how chaotic Hawkins gets

The first time you guys cuddled was in the Upside Down, actually

The group was at Nancy’s and were waiting to go to Eddie’s because some bats were surrounding the place

While waiting it out, you decided to rest on the Wheeler’s couch

It’s not long after Eddie wanders down the stairs and wants to rest, too. He mutters something about you taking up all the space in a loving manner and lays down, pulling you close to him so you can both fit

You’re half asleep at this point, but manage to roll over and give him a kiss on the cheek

You just enjoy each other’s presence, not talking much

Steve eventually finds you two and of course wants to join in

There’s little room, though, and Eddie and you complain when Steve jumps on top of you both

But of course, you welcome him and manage to cuddle comfortably: Steve and Eddie on the couch with you lying on top of them

They have one warm wrapped around you and one arm wrapped around each other

When the bats have cleared, Nancy and Robin find the three of you asleep

They think it’s adorable and argue over who should wake them up

But, their arguing wakes Steve up

He just rolls his eyes and tries to gently wake Eddie up

When Eddie’s awake, he’s a little embarrassed because he doesn’t know Nancy and Robin too well, but mostly he just is annoyed that he has to move

Then, they wake you up and you groan because you’re never going to hear the end of it from Nancy and Robin

And you’re right, because later they ask you who the little spoon and big spoon is

After you leave the Upside Down, you guys are always cuddling

“Cuddle with me and I’ll play [insert] song!” — Eddie

“I’d/we’d cuddle with you anyway but ok” — you and Steve

“Cuddle with me and I’ll give you free movies!” — Steve

More often than not, you and Steve are cuddling while you wait for Eddie to finish the DND games

And when you’re working hard at school/work so much that you’re tiring yourself out, Steve and Eddie have what they call a “cuddle attack plan”

Steve is usually the one to pick you up and carry you over to the couch/wherever, where Eddie wraps you in a strong cuddle

You just giggle and smile when Steve joins in

They do this because they know that this relaxes you and know that you need a break

Usually, you fall asleep when cuddling

Steve and Eddie notice this and think it’s very cute

Either the three of you sleep wherever you are or they carry you to bed and continue to cuddle there

Honestly, you guys would cuddle anywhere if you could

But the most common places are: Steve’s car and Eddie’s trailer

At this point, if someone walks in on you cuddling, you don’t care

Because you love your boys

And they love you

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panzershrike-pretz · 5 months

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Hey guys, i'm trying to get back into writing!

For now i don't really have anything in mind, but seeing as Peggy made some success in this post, i decided to start with just a translation of one of Peggy's other dumbasseries :D

Please enjoy! Or don't, who am i to say?

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Peggy sat down beside her owner, looking up with some curiosity as her and the other people talked. She could only make up some of the words being said and, honestly, couldn't care less for it. She heard stuff she knew here and there, but the conversation didn't seem to include her, so she could only watch.

Her eyes drifted from her owners face to the child in front of them. She could smell his fear as he panicked about something to do with a Francesca lady. Pegs didn't care a single bit as she layed down.

"Oh... oh no! Oh no, i'm talking to much!", the kid said, covering his mouth with his hands as if it would make his words disappear. "Francesca is gonna kill me!"

"Chill out, Peet" Peggy's owner said and the dogs ears turned a bit at the sound of her voice. Pangy smiled sweetly, playing the childs game - she could only guess what he was trying to fool with that talk of Francesca being from the past or she inviting him to go with her to a safe place, inside a cabinet. It could only be his imagination, right?

Her smile didn't work. He seemed to shiver in fear, eyes darting to the men surrounding rhe woman. Could he run? Maybe he should run.

Peggy huffed, rolling her eyes. Maybe we could've stayed in bed today, she tought, feeling a nudge in her butt and turning her head. It was Dennis, Collins' more serious and not-fun brother.

He looked around as if to make sure no one was watching before getting down to her level and offering some crackers. She felt her tail wagging and violently hitting Dean's leg.

Maybe it was some kind of peace offering? He'd been a pain in her ass since his brothers passing - or, better yet, a pain in everyone's ass. Either way, Peggy happily took her snacks.

She didn't pay attention when a women walked out of the cafe's door, placing her hands on Peet's shoulder. It calmed him down instantly.

"You must be Francesca, right?", Pangy asked. It was the same woman that gave her cake and water about an hour ago. She wasn't really talkative, it seemed. "Peet talked about you".

Her face didn't change and they quickly caught up that she couldn't understand their language. The woman simply smiled politely, while a cat who sat at her shoulders glared with death eyes at 'em.

The feline didn't seem to noticed Peggy as it jumped down to inspect her visitors. That was a critical error on it's part.

Peggy jumped up immediately, her tail wagging more than ever as she chomped don the cat's head, fitting it whole in her own mouth. She didn't even gave it a chance to react, which left the feline confused for a good second before hissing and swating at her.

"PIA!", Francesca yelled, concerned for the cat who managed to release itself from the grasp and jumped on the table, it's fur up and ears pinned back.

Peggy barked as she put her front paws on the table, refusing to heed her owners order to "sit" or "stay down" or "PEGGY FUCK OFF!".

She tried to grab it's tail, but only got a few good punches in the face and a scratch in the nose - that finally made her back down, confused. Aren't you friend? What a strange dog! So small and feisty!

"Gods, Peggy, get off the cat's face!", her owner spat, trying to pull her off by the collar with the help of Dennis. The dog sat again, still extremely curious.

Pia the cat started calming down only a bit, her tail swinging and howling at the dog. She was almost certain she could claw the dogs eyes out if she really tried.

Not friend?, Peggy turned her head a bit, still happy. She wasn't even bothered as her owner made a quick check up on the scratch. Mom, I wanna see the angry tiny dog!

Pangy couldn't stop muttering sorry apologies to Francesca - not that she could understand, but she most certainly felt the womans guilt for the situation.

Pia finally sat down, looking down at Peggy. Who did that ugly dog think she was to bite the head of such a princess? Pia would've sent her to the guillotine if she could.

The cat started to clean herself up, when suddenly she felt hands around her picking her up.

The man, Nigel, had a flirty smile as he handed Francesca the cat as if it was a flower bouquet. Pia was having a terrible day.

"I think this is yours, pretty~", Nigel said, winking at Franzie. She could not care less to his advances, simply taking her kitty out of his hands with a simple "thanks".

"Yeah, Nigel, she wants you to fuck off!" someone else said, giggling to himself.

"FUCK YOU, DEAN!", the man turned at him, almost growling, then stormed off in defeat.

Peggy licked her nose, looking around as Francesca pulled Peet from his chair by the arm, simply tired of dealing with that. In a moment, the three simply disappearing in the crowd that took the street.

Well, that was fun! She tought, without notincing the ooks of annoyance she was receiving from the soldiers. She managed to single handedly (pawdedly?) embarass everyone in front of Peet and Franzie.

"Sometimes I think that if she wasn't a good rescue dog, she'd be left behind", Dennis whispered, narrowing his eyes at her.

Peggy wagged her tail.

Rescue? Who am I rescuing? Will we go after Collins then?

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I hope y'all like my silly dumb dog! :]

That was all I have for now, though I could translate more of her dumb adventures.

#have my dumb baby being dumb #she never saw a cat before #Pia fucking hates her #and a snippet of some of my other silly little guys :]#oc #oc universe #🥨🪶

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barbietoiles · 18 days

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Well if it was swimming with a raft "nager avec un radeau" is totally correct, just not that common mdrrrrr

Yeah our words are weird like who decided that a banana would be "UNE banane"??? My take is that you just learn the pronouns of the words by living your life and earring people talk about these words, but there is no logic to just guess if it's "un" or "une" 😭

In school students often laugh saying that to guess a Spanish word, you have to take a French one and add "o" or "a" at the end (so students often make up words if they don't know the translation lmao)

But for us it's also much more difficult than in English for the gender neutral pronoun ; since in English everything is genderless, you can say "they are tired"

In French, you would say,

for a masculine pronoun : il est fatigué

for a feminine pronoun : elle est fatiguée

so for a gender neutral pronoun : iel est fatigué.e

it's called "inclusive writing"! As you can guess old people and far-right ppl are totally against, saying it's denaturing our language and bla bla bla but in fact, my teachers use it a lot in email to address a big group of students and include everyone like " à tous les étudiant.e.s". Bc we have a dumb rule that we learn in primary school that "masculine win over feminine" (le masculin l'emporte sur le féminin) meaning that if you have 10 girls and only 1 guy, you still have to say "ils" in plural. So with that it's easier to include everyone in written form !

And yep I never really watch multigaming before twitch tbh, there are only two men that can makes me watch league of legend, and they are etoiles and kameto (I don't understand a single thing 🫠)

(The space invader does look better on pc, he even has small codes to help him jump!)

-👾

No logic to it.... i see i see.... you live and you learn.... pain. I must listen to etoiles and baghera well!

The "take a french word and make it spanish" is hilarious and also quite cute kkkk. Its like my sister, who makes english words by saying latvian words in an english accent. And ALSO!! I KNEW IT i mentioned to an irl friend that im learning french and that learning spanish beforehand helped a lot because theyre similar and they said "french and spanish are nowhere near similar". SUCK IT BABY, i know what im talking about!!

The inclusive language looks a bit silly with the full stop lol but i think its clever. -é.e. i can choose to be é or e or . , very nice kkkkk. But yeah, old folks will complain about anything, the pissiness of latvian folks when a "no gender" bathroom is mentioned can be UNREAL (though usualy all the angry people are on the internet loll). Cant imagine how it would be if we tried doing inclusive language lol. (Or maybe we could just do a "oh its like russians ono dont worry about it" reasoning lol)

The "male over female" is a whole rule??? Oh my D: its usual to have the masc form be kind of considered "default", but thats crazy..... We use the "viņ(š)(a)" writing very often in emails and documents, its not considered progressive at all because its what we were always using pretty much? But the masc word always comes first. And ive noticed a phenomenon of masc even being considered "gender neutral", because to kind of neutrally address someone you COULD address them in the plural form, but problem is we also have gendered plural lol. So usually the masc one is used to kind of make the person "gender neutral". Its hard....

Theres going to be league of legends? Oh no... one friend played it all the time and it looks so boring ;u;..... well, its etoiles i dont care if game is boring i can get distracted by his shitty facecam mdr

(Also, im using mdr now, its so fun. Saying it out loud is good "r" practice kkkkk)

#ask bits #octo tag <3

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noxexistant · 11 months

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OKAY. I will start with rehearsal shenanigans because there have been very many, and I want the world to know how chaotic and wonderful my cast is.

So I'm playing a Race who utterly resents Davey for the whole first act of the show, which has translated into a running joke where I, acting as Race, will deadpan snark Davey's actress at any given opportunity. My favorite moment of this so far was last week when we were running Seize the Day and she tried to throw an arm over my shoulder, at which point I shoved her off and glared. It took a moment before she goes "NO this is Act One! Nooooo :( " Earlier in rehearsals she was chilling on the ground and asked me to help her up when blocking started again. I crouched down like I was going to, then said "No. Suffer." and walked away, (It's all good fun, she and I are good friends!).

Scab 3's line has been changed so she says "heck" instead of "hell." The change for this was quite dramatic, since she had already learned her line and she was SO excited to swear onstage xD The director apologized and told her "we don't want to upset any grandmas in the audience." Scab 3 replies to this with "But /my/ grandma won't care!" Just so devastated xD

Less of a problem now, but in Act One Jack kept saying everyone else's lines but forgetting his own, which caused a lot of confusion and a lot of teasing.

Finch's actress had trouble getting the timing for "HEY What's the hold up?" In Carrying the Banner for the first half of rehearsal and when she finally got it right she screamed the line so loudly that she scared Splasher's actress and made her jump a good foot to the side.

Speaking of CtB, Elmer manages to hurt himself every time we run that song. The kid has so much energy and the blocking has him flinging himself down on the "And DEAD" line and he commits too hard xD

Also in CtB I managed to smack Jack in the face during one of our first runs of the dance and we both started laughing so hard we couldn't finish the song ^^'' CtB is dangerous in our show xD

Splasher as a character is selectively mute and goes nonverbal in high stress situations. Splasher's actress, meanwhile, is the one who gets us yelled at for talking when the director/music director/choreographer are trying to give us instructions. I look forward to seeing if she can really stay quiet during the show ^^'' (I love her dearly, but she's got a motormouth)

One guy is double cast as Morris and Spot. His quick change time is *insane* and we all have to make a path backstage as he books it to his spot for Brooklyn's Here.

Also Race abandons Crutchie to Snyder at the end of Act 1 :3 We told his mom (who is play Jacobi) about that and her response was "People will have FEELINGS about that." kind of warning, but we were just like "Yes. That is the point. >:3" She's one of the only people who actually knows though - Crutchie's actor and I have been planning in secret. We even had a private powwow behind the theatre to finalize things last week and we both glared when a parent came around the back. She very slowly backed away xD

Whenever Finch's actress is asked why her character's nickname is Finch she spouts the most disturbing, concerning story she can think of. It is never the same story twice. We have now incorporated that into her character so her morbid weirdness is now canon to our Finch.

Also Pulitzer (stage) punched Jack in the face a good eight times at rehearsal last week, so that was fun ^^

And I think that's a good spot to end! There's lots more, and of course a ton of lore (I haven't even mentioned Tommy Boy or the Tommy Boy Defense Squad) but it is late and I'm gonna go to bed~

!!! oh this is so detailed i am so excited

first off: LOVE race n davey having a complicated dynamic marked by race’s resentment. he’s so biting and mean to davey in uksies and it’s fantastic, and the fake-out with the helping up is SUCH a race move. i can just picture davey grumbling as he clambers up by himself, race walking away all the while.

scab 3 is so valid! (#letscab3sayhell) but honestly i think i like the line as “what the heck” even better - it sounds more childish, and they are just kids!

finch scaring splasher is SO cute (and something to be more expected of someone like albert). elmer getting so excited he injures himself, however, is deeply on-brand - as is race hitting jack in the face and then laughing about it. that’s real brother vibes right there

!!! selectively mute splasher my beloved!! that’s such a good idea, and the actress struggling because she talks a lot is so sweet 😭 i have full faith in her pulling it off! channel the splasher! (imagine finch is gonna come scare her again if she talks)

a morris/spot double cast is WILD, i love it - the gap between him n oscar dragging jack to the basement and then brooklyn’s here is so slim!! that is a QUICK change. incredibly funny to imagine being mowed down in a hallway by morris delancey changing into spot conlon for a song though

also crutchie’s mum was RIGHT, i have MANY FEELINGS about race abandoning crutchie

lying about the origins of the nickname does feel very finch. i can see him straight-facing “oh, i ate a bird. i’unno if it was really a finch, though.”

thank you so much for sharing all these details!!! i love hearing about stuff like this, everyone’s lil things they add to characters is so so fun. and just the general chaos of theatre

#answered #lilshocker8

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inochinoyomikata · 1 year

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Inochi no Tabekata Part 0 Translation

Part #0- 過去＝．彼方 Past =. Beyond

Hold the bar with your right hand. Lightly gaining momentum, he went upside down with one hand. Put your left leg on the horizontal bar and lift your body at once.

Otogiri Tobi stood on the horizontal bar and folded his arms.

"Oi oi, Tobi..."

The backpack hanging on his left shoulder laughed in amazement.

"I'll tell you. Is it because you’re a bit eccentric? You're a strange guy from the looks of it, aren't you?"

Tobi pretended not to hear and looked around the small children's park. horizontal bar. slide. Two trees were planted. There were two benches. A drinking fountain. Outdoor lights. A two-seater swing.

A pair of boys were on a swing. Both were younger than Tobi. Fifth or sixth grade? Both of them had faces as if to say, ‘What is that junior high school student, scary?’

"Look!"

“Kek, kek, kek,” The backpack let out an obscene laugh.

Tobi clicked his tongue. Shut up, Baku, he just thought and didn't say. Those elementary school students can't hear Baku's voice. Tobi is the only one in the world that could talk to this backpack.

Tobi jumped off the horizontal bar.

"That’s needlessly agile, isn't it? You’re like a monkey."

Ignoring Baku, who never got tired of teasing him, he went up the slide this time.

The boys on the swing were no longer looking at Tobi. They were fiddling with a smartphone instead of swinging the swing.

Tobi crouched down on the slide. Back then, Tobi was probably about that tall.

The part that slides down was made of metal. It was a silver color with conspicuous dents. The yellow paint on the handrail was peeling off in places.

“…Could it be here?” Baku said in a whisper.

"How about that?"

Tobi answered in a whisper and turned up the left sleeve of his uniform. The liquid crystal display of the wristwatch he got from a recycle shop shows 4:59 p.m. Tobi was in middle school, and had not joined club activities, and had not attended cram school. The curfew at the facility is 5:30.

"You won’t be in on time if you don’t go home soon," Baku sneers.

Shut up. Thinking that, Tobi jumped off the slide.

The shadow of Tobi, who was carrying a backpack on his shoulder, was extremely long.

A chime started to ring. There was a small glow at sunset. A familiar melody. A familiar sound.

Tobi looked up at the dusky evening sky.

"...Piggyback"

"Ah? What?"

Instead of answering Baku's question, Tobi muttered repeatedly.

“Piggyback—”

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That's it.

A piggyback.

He came to this park on his brother’s shoulders. His brother was singing something softly.

"Hey brother, what song is that?"

When Tobi asked, his brother laughed and dodged.

"What song is it?"

"Tell me."

Tobi pestered him by gently pulling his brother's ear.

"Hey tell me what song?"

"I made it."

"You did?"

"Ah, I made that song just now."

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He remembers. Clearly. He remembered vividly.

A slide. Tobi played on that slide many times. His brother sat on the bench and watched him. He was slouching forward with his legs crossed and his eyes squinting. His brother was smiling.

He also rode the swing. The swing is a two-seater. His brother also got on the swing.

"……That's it"

"I'm not going."

The piggyback was on the way home.

Tobi’s brother carried him on his shoulders when he was tired from playing. His brother was singing another song on the way home with the glow of the setting sun.

"Tobi." Baku calls out.

"Hey, Tobi."

Tobi left the children's park without answering. In front of him was a two-story house. Right here? Or left? Where did my brother go that day? No. I don’t know.

For the time being, Tobi tried walking to the right. The road was so narrow that cars could barely pass each other. None of the buildings facing the road were very new. Some of the buildings were quite old.

There was a barbershop with red, blue, and white sign poles. The outer walls are dark green. The name of the shop is Barber Shop Hatsushima. Some things look familiar, some things don't.

"What is it?" Baku asks. Tobi shook his head without stopping.

"I'm looking for an apartment." He didn’t know the address, but it should be around here. The color was white-ish, and it was a two-story building with an outside staircase and an outside corridor. Tobi lived with his brother on the second floor of the apartment.

What number was it on the second floor? It was a corner room. He generally remembered what the room looked like. A black fence was installed outside the window, and his brother let him sit on it. The image of his older brother smoking a cigarette with his elbows on the fence was burned into his memory.

Tobi stopped in the middle of the T-junction. There was a manhole at his feet.

No matter which direction he looks, there is no view that sticks in his memory.

Eight or nine years have passed since then. Things might have changed in the meantime.

"What's going on, Tobi?" Baku says.

“So—” Tobi tried to hold back. "Shut up, you!"

It was impossible. He just yelled.

"...Don't get angry. That was my bad."

It's not like Baku to apologize. Tobi sighed and turned on his heel. It was at that time a blackened old block wall caught his eye. There was a corner on the other side of the fence. A black and dirty block wall. A corner.

Strangely curious, Tobi went over there. At the end of the corner was a fairly narrow alley, lined with one-story and two-story houses on both sides. The roadside was lined with potted plants, and the telephone poles were extremely thin. It looked like the power lines were covering the path. Tobi’s heart beat as if it were jumping up.

"Here - we passed..."

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That day.

Tobi ran along that path. Not alone. He was with his brother. Tobi was being led by his older brother. He was in a hurry. Were they being chased? That's it. Someone was chasing Tobi and his brother. They were running away. Why?

Why were we being chased? I didn't even have time to think about that? He wondered. He couldn’t remember. Tobi wondered if his brother had explained what was going on. Or maybe his brother didn't understand either. He did not know. He was desperate anyway. That's it.

There was no one. It was dark. He didn't think it was pitch black. After sunset? Was it early morning? It could’ve been either.

The path came to a somewhat wider road. To the right, there are two shops with tents on the right and one on the left. Tobi and his brother probably ran on this road.

It must have been quite painful. Tobi was not running now. However, his chest hurt.

Tobi was sure he had whined many times. ‘Brother, I can't do it anymore. Impossible. It hurts and I can't run anymore. Stop it.’

His brother must have encouraged him. “Go for it, Tobi. I can run. You can still run.”

That's it.

I have to do my best.

Because brother said he could run.

After going through that road, Tobi came to a cobbled road instead of asphalt. It was an old shopping street. Most shops were shuttered. He didn't remember this shutter town. Did he take a wrong turn?

That's not it. It was an alley. His brother and Tobi entered the alley right there and passed through.

“What is this place, Tobi?” Baku pressed him. Tobi doesn't reply. He thinks it was here. There’s no doubt. Really?

Downtown, no distinctive features? In other words, it was an ordinary townscape. Was it really here?

Tobi’s brother finally picked him up. At that time, Tobi might have been crying, or he fell and couldn't get up. That's it. He fell here. His brother picked him up and ran.

"It's okay, Tobi!"

His brother's voice revived him.

He heard the sound of a car. There was a red light in the distance, and his brother said, "Shit!"

It was likely there were more than one or two people chasing Tobi and his brother. There were many.

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"Stop!"

That's what he was told. It was a man's voice. Not now. It was around that time. However, Tobi suddenly stopped. He had a creepy feeling. How can he remember it so clearly? Tobi clung to his brother, who was holding him, and probably closed his eyes. He opened his eyes in surprise when the man said “stop” him in a threatening tone.

The man was standing there. The man was holding something in his hands. The object was pointing towards him. A loud noise resounded. A bursting sound. It sounded like a hard hit. What was that sound? He didn't know at the time. In retrospect, it must have been a gunshot.

The man had a gun. He fired at Tobi and his brother.

His older brother yelled, "Ah!" and staggered. At that time, he never thought that he had been shot with a gun. But something happened to his brother. Even Tobi understood that.

However, after that, his brother continued to run away while holding Tobi in his arms. His brother had a limp. He was clearly injured. It was hurting.

How long did they run away? Not tens of seconds or minutes. Dozens of minutes, or maybe more?

His brother ran into an alley between buildings. Before that, his brother had put him down. Tobi also remembered that he asked to be put down. In any case, Tobi was holding hands with his brother. It was very damp, kind of smelly, and filthy. A number of outdoor units of air conditioners protruded overhead like half roofs and were roaring.

His brother suddenly opened the door and pushed Tobi inside.

"Hide here."

"But brother..."

"Stay still until I say okay. Understood, Tobi? Promise me. Never raise your voice."

His brother was in the alley. Tobi was indoors. His brother was trying to close the door. Tobi was scared and anxious. If he did as as brother said, he would be alone. He refused. He didn't want to be alone. He wanted to be with his brother, he did not want him to leave.

But his brother was injured. It hurt the whole time and must have been tough. He was sure he was at his limit. He couldn’t.

Tobi was pulling his leg. He was a hindrance.

I don't want to be separated, and I don't want to be alone, but I have to obey, he thought.

“Yes.”

Tobi nodded and his brother put his index finger to his lips.

"Shhh."

He could hardly see his brother's face.

However, somehow, he felt like his brother was laughing at that time.

Tobi nodded once more, this time silently.

His brother closed the door. It got dark.

Tobi remembers that darkness.

It was not just dark. He could even feel the texture. That darkness had weight. It was so dark and he couldn’t see anything. Tobi was blindfolded by darkness. If the darkness covered Tobi’s eyes, nose, ears, and even his mouth, he would not be able to breathe. Darkness came to Tobi.

He felt like he was going crazy, so he put his ear to the door and heard the sounds outside. The outdoor unit is humming. He was a little relieved to hear that sound. The darkness had not completely blocked his ears yet.

He immediately heard another sound. Could it have been the sound of footsteps? He heard a loud noise.

And also a voice.

Someone was yelling. Was it his brother? Could it be another person?

Of course, Tobi wanted to go outside. He put his hand on the door knob. He was on the verge of opening it, and he hesitated many times.

"Hide here." His brother ordered him to do so. Tobi nodded when asked to make a promise. He couldn’t break his promise to his brother. He couldn’t do that.

But in the end, I was scared.

He was so terrified that all he could do was hold his breath in that darkness.

Before he knew it, Tobi was crouching down. He waited for his brother.

His brother would definitely come back. ‘It's okay, that's enough, Tobi,’ he’d call out to him. Tobi believed in his brother. He had to believe.

It was probably a stairway that was closed in darkness. The stairs lead down and down. Maybe anywhere. Down to the bottom of the earth.

At times, he sensed that something was moving beyond the darkness. Each time, Tobi almost screamed. He managed to suppress it and called out to his brother in his heart.

Brother.

Help me, Brother.

Come back, brother.

Come back soon, brother.

Please, I'm begging you, brother.

Brother.

I'll be waiting here Because I promised I'd do what you said. Brother──

Tobi wondered how long he had been waiting for his brother, shivering in the darkness, perhaps dozing off, and suddenly waking up.

Three hours?

Four hours?

Ten hours?

More than that?

Half a day?

One day?

Maybe two days?

Even more?

“──T……”

Suddenly, there was the sound of the door opening, and light flooded in. It was dazzling. For a moment, his eyes hurt. It didn't matter.

"Brother!"

Tobi climbed the stairs. The door was still open. He went out from there. It smelled like a ditch. The alley was paved with concrete. Dirty and cracked concrete with red stains.

It's blood.

──He thought.

Whose blood is it? No way.

No way, brother.

"There's no way." Tobi was on the stairs leading to the dark basement. He was alone. Someone opened the door from outside. Who opened it?

"Brother"

That's it. His brother. His brother opened the door. He decided. His brother is back. He came to pick him up.

Tobi searched for his brother. He must be somewhere. If it was his brother who opened the door, it would be strange if he wasn't right next to him.

"Oh..."

There. A man stood near the exit of the alley. But that, Tobi shuddered. Wrong.

You're not my brother.

The man was facing Tobi. He was tall and wore a hat. At that time, Tobi didn't really know what kind of hat it was. But that hat must’ve been a silk hat. The man wore a scarf and a long black coat.

The problem was the man's face.

The eyes.

There is only one.

No, it's just the eye.

One eye.

That was the man's face.

It's not the centerpiece. It's just the eyes. If Tobi wasn’t mistaken, the man's face, one eye, blinked. It means that there was something like an eyelid.

The one-eyed man had a bag or something on his shoulder. He didn't seem to have anything else.

At least he wasn't holding a gun. It's not the guys who were chasing Tobi and his brother. He had a feeling it wasn't something like that.

After all, he had one eye.

Or it could be something more dangerous, scary, or mysterious. After all, he had one eye.

The one-eyed man slowly took off his bag from his shoulder and held it out towards Tobi. Accept it, the behavior seemed to say.

Tobi immediately shook his head. The one-eyed man looked suspicious, and he didn't recognize the bag either. He couldn’t take that kind of thing.

Before long, the one-eyed man lowered his face slightly. After that, he bent down and gently put the bag on the ground.

A bag.

It was probably a bag.

It had a strap so you could put it on your shoulder or carry it on your back. It was a big bag.

Tobi stared at the bag for a while.

When he woke up, the one-eyed man was gone. Nowhere. He's gone. It's as if the one-eyed man never existed.

But I can't pretend it wasn't there.

I have proof.

That bag was left behind.

It was left behind by the one-eyed man.

"Because of him..."

Tobi suddenly felt like crying.

It's because of him, that one-eyed man. Because he opened the door, Tobi accidentally went outside. He should have waited until his brother came back. Because of the one-eyed man, Tobi broke his promise to his brother.

Tobi was originally a crybaby. He often cried for no good reason. When Tobi started crying, his brother hugged him tightly. His brother didn't tell him not to cry.

‘Don't cry, Tobi. You can cry as much as you like.’

For some reason, tears came to his eyes when he remembered his brother's words.

Since then, Tobi has never cried again.

After some hesitation, Tobi reached out for the bag the one-eyed man had left behind. When he picked it up, it was light for its size. Even Tobi, who was only five years old at the time, was able to carry the strap over his left shoulder like the one-eyed man did.

Strangely, he felt like he wasn't alone.

The red stain continued to the outside of the alley.

“My brother is injured.”

Tobi was convinced.

The stain was his brother's blood.

His brother may have intended to scatter the pursuers on his own. He was sure he was going to come back after making sure it was safe. But something happened and he couldn't come back.

In that case, Tobi should go to his brother's place.

"I have to search for him–"

#inochi no tabekata #inochi no tabekata translation #e ve

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Revelations from Zexal blind watch.

Ep 7 and 8: How did Fuya not get submitted to Gayest Yugioh character poll? This kid is a textbook small gay.

I like when Astral reveals he's just a little stupid. I love how he cannot tell apart fiction and reality. I love how Yuma is too stupid to explain the difference. "It's just TV!" Astral: I see, so TV records the history of a different dimension! We must investigate further!

I hope this trend continues. Seeing him find his legs/compassion and empathy is delightful. Maybe he can find his toes, too.

Omg! Yuma set a card on his first turn without being asked! He's learning! Sadly, it seems to have come at the cost of his jumping ability. Episode 1 Yuma could easily chase Fuya.

Edit: spoke too soon. For someone who refuses to think of the future or the past, Yuma sure runs a lot of traps.

So like, in episode 7, Yuma says 'Haction' and the subs translate that a to 'Live Action'. Honestly shocked and appalled that he was actually just mispronouncing 'Fiction'. I love this stupid dog.

Shark wins the prize for Worst Duel Runner.

Ep 9: This is the kind of episode where you watch as a kid and like, its funny, but as an adult its just terrifying. Like has this catgirl been stripping Yuma naked at night? 5 times a week? I'm scared. Please lock your windows.

I love how Astral is completely oblivious. "I thought stalkers coming into your room was normal." Today on 'Astral Learns Common Sense': the right to privacy!

Omg I'm so proud of Yuma, if he tries he can do it. He can strategise! He can win! he doesn't even need Astral... sometimes! Go go go!

The implication that Astral understands romance more than Yuma. The implication he's been watching romance shows on TV.

Ep 10

Cursed

Shark: So like, I'll duel you, but I gotta head home and grab my deck first. Don't move ok. I gotta walk to the gang hole, grab my duel runner, drive home, grab my deck, drive back. Won't take a moment.

Omg my boy has been improving for real! Yuma set a card all on his own! Too bad Shark runs fucking MST! Actual pro. Whats next? Book of Moon? Crackdown? Compulsory Evacuation Device?

Me: Astral is salting Yuma for not reading graveyards as if anyone reads graveyards.

My Irl Friend: I read graveyards.

Me: Don't talk to me.

Shark deserved that win. He deserved that win so much I'm so proud of him! He spent the last three weeks imagining their next duel, how he'd win, all Yuma's weaknesses. Excellent.

Ep 11 and 12: What genre does shark think he's in. Gangster flick?

Tetsuo is so mad at Yuma for using Numbers but like, what else is he supposed to use? Gagaga beatdown?

Also, everyone keeps saying Yuma's playing this tag duel suboptimally, but without seeing his hand how are we supposed to know? Did he specifically summon Utopia before using S/T removal? Did he have S/T removal? No? then it's not a 'Reckless' summon, Astral! It's 'getting two future Xyz mats off my field and replacing them with a substantial protective body!'

Glad to see Yuma's genuine improvement, though. Admittedly, the end of the duel involving 6 different backrow made me want to just. Drop in. Summon Sat Cannon. Watch the chaos.

Ep 13 and 14: Kaito walking in here freezing time and unleashing a magical girl tranformation. Walked out of a different show. Good for him. Powerful. I like how deranged he is here. Already better.

For a guy who supposedly doesnt like eating souls, you sure did make "Imma eat your soul" a catchphrase, Kaito. You sure smile alot while killing people, Kaito. Holy shit tho, he runs 3 of his monsters. C o n s i s t e n c y.

Kaito truly is a magical girl, specifically, he's a dark magical girl in the vein of Fate Testarossa. Your days are numbered, Kaito. Friendship is coming.

Yuma you were doing so well. Why did you not set that card befoooooore.

Episode 15 and 16: Does this imply that Zexal is the timeline of Gx and Dm but 5ds was deleted from the universe along with synchro summoning? Anyway I literally lined my comm while my friend watched because I lost interest instantly.

#zexal is revealing that Im yumacore and irl friend is astralcore #take that as you will #team frightfur watches zexal

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Whelp the long awaited part 6! I’m thinking about naming it ‘ it’s ok brother, we’re here.’ But it’s still a work in progress! Sorry for the late update too! This part will finish up with the last one so if you want goes ahead and read the other ones to get the whole idea! Leave comments! Likes! And reposts if you’d like! Now let’s get on to our program! And if you have a request go ahead and send them!

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Tech soon found himself walking down the hallway to find Cody. He first goes to the commander’s quarters and then he’ll go to the cells. Maybe he’ll find his brothers and see what the problem is. He needs to know that his brothers will be safe.

Echo leads omega to the mess hall and they get in line for food, a few of Jedi younglins play around with a few clone cadets. With a few troopers keeping watch. Echo asks omega if she wants to play with them but she shakes her head saying that she’s hungry. A few kids run in between the little line that was formed and nearly tripping over a trooper's feet. A trooper calls from across the cafeteria. Telling them to be careful even though the troopers that they tripped over just chuckles as he moves on in the line. “ I’m surprised that they’re letting them run around. But I guess you can’t do very much with little kids.” A trooper behind him says as he smiles. Echo looks down at omega and passes her a tray. Picking up one for himself. Getting the food he wants as well as helping omega with her food as well. He was a little surprised to see Civi walk in tho. That was until he recognized them. It is one of the few people who helped them with translation with other people before the droids were updated with the language. Sadly they were caught in the Crossfire of battle as they were being protected when a grenadine fell into the trench and well everyone knows what happened. They were badly injured and couldn't see anything nor could they hear very well but the troops took pity on him. They tried helping him and everything and he was very appreciative of it. Then they started to get obsessed with him. Worrying about what he did where he was soon nowhere was safe for him. I’m their eyes that is. The poor guy couldn’t really help but to trust them. At that moment they were the only ones to help him. And well he ended up here. He watched as other troopers coms for someone to pick him up and or to make sure that he’s in the right place. It was someone different then what omega had seen before. “ Who's that?” She asks in a hushed voice not wanting to make someone mad. “ a civilian that was caught in the crossfire… so the clones decided to..help him out.” He gives her the answer. Soon a trooper ran in and looked around. Once he saw him, he instantly ran towards him and grabbed hold of his arm. He had already turned towards him so he didn’t jump when he grabbed him. They talked softly to each other before getting into the food line.

Echo and omega eat quietly and watch the kids run around or play. Soon they finished, putting their trays up and getting something for Wrecker. Leaving they notice that there were a lot more clones entering the cafeteria. Probably a change over in shifts. “ it seems like we hit it just right” echo comments and omega smiles and nods. As they continue the walk back to the barracks. Omega continues to talk About her brother curious about how they were like, asking echo about what they were like. They decide to take the long way around. Just to give the others time. Omega was talking so much she didn’t notice when echo steered her away from a hallway. One of which Echo believes is where the isolation cells are. Especially when they were taking a teenager out of the cell who was obviously scared, clinging to a clone's arm. He didn’t want Omega to see that. Soon they’re back at the barracks. Omega was a little upset to see an empty barracks but by now she finds herself tired. She’s worried herself to death about her brothers that she was losing sleep. Echo knows that, he leads her to hunter’s bunk and tells her to rest. She protested against it but Echo reassured her that he will be there when she wakes up. She nods, quietly kicking off her shoes and climbs into hunter’s bunk.

“ What if they don’t like me?” She asks in a shush voice. Echo was a little shocked. “ Oh little one they will, I promise. I just know it.” He replies as he sits down on the edge of the bunk. Telling her that will love her like a little sister. Soon she asks if he could tell her stories about them and he happily tells her. After a little while she falls asleep hearing things about her big brothers. Echo carefully kept lookout waiting for any news about his brothers. Hoping that the news that he was waiting for was good. But that was all that he could do.

Was to hope.

#tw yandere #yandere bad batch #yandere clone troopers #yandere clones #yandere star wars #yandere Star Wars au!

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2/5/2023 DAB Chronological Transcription

Exodus 19-21

Welcome to the Daily Audio Bible Chronological, I'm China. Today is the fifth day of February. Welcome. I hope you have had a great few days of February so far. It's so great to be back here with you reading the word of the Lord to and with you. I'm excited. We are in a new book. You are, you're well into it and I'm excited to read this together. It is a it's a weighty story that we're in but necessary. And actually I was thinking about it like this story that like that we're reading with Moses and the Israelites in the desert and the wandering. It's important that we grasp it because really all throughout the rest of the Bible, the readings for this year pretty often does this get referenced and so I think it's important for us to grasp it and to hold on to it because it does come into play for our own lives. And so there's a lot of things that are happening here but let's jump back in together. We're picking up today in the book of Exodus with chapters 19 through 21 and we switch the translations every week. And so this week we're going to be in the Evangelical Heritage version.

Commentary:

So there are three months in the wilderness of Sinai and they come to the wilderness and they encamp and they're camping in front of the mountain and I'm like, little, do you guys know how long you're gonna be here because of their own choices. But anyways, so Moses went up to do with God and he calls him from the mountain. This is what you are to say into the house of Jacob and to tell the people of Israel. And so he establishes the Ten Commandments with Moses. And so Moses comes down and they're like tell us like, speak with us yourself and we will listen, but do not let God speak with us or we will die. So they have this fear of the Lord. And I actually had someone explain fear of God to me a couple of weeks ago that I was like, oh, this is really interesting actually. The fear of the Lord is not like to be terrified of him, but to be terrified of life without him. And so just to have that reverence and awe of who he is. And I think here in this scripture right now, I think it's we're afraid of Him. Like that kind of fear. But that's purely my own speculation. But anyways, so Moses is saying, don't be afraid. God has come to test you that you may always fear Him so that you do not sin. And so again, kind of reiterating not to be afraid of Him. Like that we are scared of who God is, but that we are afraid to be without Him because we know that we can't live apart from him and be well. We can't we're in need of the Savior. We're in need of God, and and also we should desire or I mean, I'll speak for myself. Like, I desire that relationship with the Lord. I recognize that gap when I feel like, oh, I haven't tried to do this in my own strength. Like, that's a constant thing that I'm recognizing in myself is, like, literally, I feel like I've had my own planner out, and I'm trying to plan this, and I'm trying to make this happen, and I'm trying to figure this out and insult just my own committee of one, but really being like, oh, wait, God. I can ask you. I can talk to you about this. I can ask for your guidance and your direction, and also I can just verbally process with you. I can talk to you about this. Anyways, so Moses is establishing fear of God, and so the Lord is telling Moses to tell the people of Israel these things, and he's kind of giving this introduction, like, you yourselves have seen that I've talked with you from heaven. You shall not make gods of silver or gods of gold and place them beside me. You shall not make them for yourselves. You would make an altar. This is where you're going to sacrifice your whole burnt offerings and your fellowship offerings, your sheep, your cattle. In every place where I cause my name to be remembered, I will come to you, and I will bless it. And he gives very specific steps, as, if you make a stone altar for me. You are not to build it out of stones, because by applying a tool to it, you will pollute it. You are not to go up to my altar by steps so that your nakedness will not be uncovered upon it. He talks about laws about servants and laws about injuries and a couple of different things that I find interesting. Number one, I always used to be like, God, what's up with the Ten Commandments? Like, why do we have all these rules and laws and regulations? Like, I'm a rule follower. I love a good set of rules to keep me in check, but also, like, sometimes I'm like, through it, I've I've lived by my own rules. I'm a little tired. I need to have some fun for a second, which is very, very different than what we're talking about here today. But really, what I think is happening here, what I personally believe, is that then you need to be some order, because here's people who have only known slavery, and then they're coming out into the wilderness, and a lot can happen when you are set free and when you come out of slavery. I don't even know what that does. Like, I'd be so curious to do to look at some brain mapping of what slavery does to a person's brain, but then to be like, okay, you are free and God saved you and now we are under him. And then to wrestle with what that looks like again, I'd be so curious, like the psychological standpoint of what does that do to their brains, to where they are now hardwired and they need some unraveling here. But anyways, so I think that anytime you get a group of people together, like I was a camp counselor. Okay, I'm not saying that the Israelites are comparable to a youth summer camp, but I don't know God or Moses could answer that, but don't know that Moses was in the scene of being with teenagers for ten weeks. But anyways you have to give them like yes you're free, there's no parents here but also there are still people who are going to keep you safe and that care for you and yes you can have fun but these are things that are here to keep you safe and someone is looking out for you. Like ultimately these are created in love but we need to follow these. And so I feel like if you get that many people together it's just like common saying you see like a crazy rule put up somewhere, a crazy law and you're like what is the story behind this? And this had to get put up. Like, there's a story why this is here. And so maybe these things were going on or maybe the lawyer was just like, I know you're going to struggle with these, so I just need to put these up. Because you need to know what the standard is. Or you need to know what the boundary is. And what do kids do? I'm learning this right now. The toddler's brain is not even close to being fully developed. Your brain doesn't even develop till you're 25. But just like that toddler brain where it's like I hear you what you're saying, but I'm going to test you to make sure that you know that you're going to be stable in what you're saying. And so I feel like we kind of have that with the Lord, too. But then we also have our selfish decision, and sometimes we think we know what's best and kind of like what I was saying, that pride. Or just like, oh, I forgot, or like, because sometimes I just genuinely do, or, oh, I can do this in my own strength, or I don't want to bother the Lord or whatever it is, but having that selfish ambition and having pride in your heart or something sparkly walks by and you get your eyes taken off the Lord. And you need to remember that there are things that you're being held to as a standard. But then also Israelites are God's chosen people. And so he's saying, listen, you're going to be held to a standard and also think that these things are to say, listen, these are like nearly impossible to he knows, he knows their hearts. These are going to be nearly impossible for you to follow every single day, all the days of your life, but that's so that no one can say, I did it. I got straight A's. I deserve blah, blah, blah, blah. It's kind of similar to that, where, yeah, I follow all these things perfectly. I count me out for this week's sacrifice. I'm good. Or this month's atonement or the yearly atonement. Like I'm good. Didn't trip up once. Followed all the things here's, my ice cream sundae bar. Like, it was it wasn't like that. These things were to remind humans that we are humans and that we need God to save us, and we need God and we are not holy or righteous, and we can't obtain holiness or righteousness. Those are things that he is. And now we're on this side of the story. We obtained them because Jesus made a way back to the Father. He reconciled a way back to the Father for us. So anyways, those are kind of like I wrestled with the question, and that's not like this is the answer. That's just I wrestled with the question of like, okay, what's the value of the Ten Commandments here? What's up with this? And why did the Israelites need them? But I think the more that I read the story and the more that I read what comes after it, and then you kind of go back to the beginning of it, you're like, yeah, you guys for sure needed that. Maybe you could have added ten more, but you all didn't listen to them. Anyways. So moving on down to the part where it talks about why servants, this is really interesting to me because this is one of the first scriptures that I have read that I can remember reading, where it's made me think about the Slave Bible. And so this is something that I didn't even know was a thing until a few years ago. Ben and I went to the Bible Museum out in Washington, DC. And they had a gosh. What are the words? I'm looking for a section of the building dedicated to it a monument. I don't know. Our words are escaping me right now. But anyways, it was very fascinating. It's so heartbreaking. So this was omitted from the 18 hundreds, so key passages that could incite rebellion. And so this slave Bible is so it's about 90% of the Old Testament is missing and 50% of the New Testament is missing. There are 1189 chapters in a standard Protestant Bible, and this Bible contains only 232. So super crazy, super heartbreaking. But this made me think of this. So imagine imagine having God's word. It's only scripture. Okay, sorry, back up. Imagine you are a slave, and then imagine having the Bible and reading everything in there is really to keep you oppressed. And how does that warp your vision of God? It's like, okay, God's not that different from my master. This just is affirming of what my slave owner my master is expecting of me or what's being commanded of me, what I'm enslaved to. So not that loving of a father, right? I feel like that would be the conversation. But anyways, it was very fascinating. And so whenever I read things about the scriptures that pertain to laws about servants, it makes me think of that. And so I don't know what a lot of people know about it. It's very heartbreaking to think about that and imagine some people live their whole lives thinking that this is all that the Bible had, and it was to keep him oppressed, keep them enslaved, and nothing about in the 7th year, he may go free without paying anything that was not a part of it. So super heartbreaking. It just made me think about that while we were reading the Scripture. And then so we finish off with today. Yeah, just we're getting into the rules and regulations, and they are of value. And I know that sometimes we can be like, okay, how does this pertain to us? I don't really see ox fighting. My neighbor doesn't really own an ox. My neighbor owns chickens. So what's the rules there? But again, I believe these they definitely had their place. God knew what he was doing. He's a God of order, and he's a God who knows when enough. He's a God who knows what his people need and how to disciple them, how to discipline them, how to care for them. And again, these are not going to grasp it. That's our reading for today.

Prayer:

But God, I thank you that you are you are God, you are sovereign, and you are Lord. And I thank you that we have Your Word that reminds us of where humanity has come from all the way, all these thousands of years ago. People being led out, freed into this new land, and ultimately getting trapped and getting stuck there longer than what they needed because they were unwilling to be counseled by you. What I think that you knew what they needed. You knew these people, they were enslaved for so long, and now they've been set free. And God, you knew that their heart needed healing. They needed to be unraveled, unwound, and ultimately, they fought it. And God, I just thank you that when you lead us out to the desert of our lives, you have things that you want to share with us, insight, that you want to provide healing that you have for us, and sometimes some things that we need to abide by and just trust you in. And God, I pray that we would be of people who grasp what we are reading and that we wouldn't fight in the same ways that these Israelites have fought it. And I pray that we'd be of people who allow you to gently steward and cultivate and care for our hearts as we know that you do. And so, God, I pray that today's reading and really throughout the rest of these stories that we will allow you to your words administer to our heart in the way that it does and it would convict lovingly in the way that it does. And I just thank you so much for that. And send your name, we pray. Amen.

Announcements:

So today is the day where the, I was going to say the Daily Bible team, not all of us, but my dad, mom, Ezekiel, my brother Christian, they are on their way out to Israel. They are flying out today. And so here's how this is going to work. So I am not going out there. This is the first year that the borders have been open since we've had our daughter Reagan. And I just was kind of like, I don't know how this jet lag would go with almost two year old. And so I just was, like, a little nervous about just how I mean, they're long days, they're go, go, go. And then at the end of the day, I still have to record and work. And I was just like, I think this is one of those things that I need. I think wisdom is to take this year off. So I am back in the States, I'm back in Nashville. So that's where I'm reading to you from. So I am going to be reading this week with you. I'm opening, I'm going to be reading to you, processing the scripture together and praying and then basically I'm going to instead of saying we're waiting for you here tomorrow, I'm just going to say I'm going to turn it over to mom because she's going to take you to Israel with her. So you'll be in the States with me for the reading and then she is going to tell you about, you know, what she's seen, what she's doing, how she's doing, how you can pray for them. But yeah, and it's such a great trip and I know that we haven't gone in two years. We went 20, 21, 22, we took two full years off. And so I know that so many maybe this is your first time that you are quote, coming to Israel with us, but this could be your several time. That's not a word or a metric of numbers but there it is a new one. But I know that it's such a great trip and it would be so sad. This week we didn't have any commentary about what was going on or you'd miss the whole front leg of the trip. So anyways, are traveling out today, this one today, I'll end it formally but then through tomorrow all the way up until the next week or two or sorry, the next two ish weeks you'll get to listen to what's going on in Israel with my family. So I would encourage you to listen to the end of those podcasts as well so that you are up to date and you can kind of envision it. And if you haven't gone to Israel, my dad has done a beautiful job of filming even places that you can't take a bus. And so you can go to the daily Bible.com website and you can go to the shop and there's the promised land and that has got all of the footage that you can even be like, okay, this is where Jill said that she was today. I want to watch this part and see what this is like. It's a great visual to have. But anyways, that is all for today. I'm China, I love you and I'll be waiting for you here tomorrow.

Community Prayer Line:

Hi, everyone. It's Christie in Kentucky. Father, thank you for this beautiful day. Lord Neil has asked us to pray for his marriage. Father God, we are asking Lord Jesus, that you be with his family and heal heart, Father. Heal, Lord Jesus. Father, we are asking that they make their way back to one another, Lord, that he will bring reconciliation and restoration to this marriage and protect his family. We pray in Jesus name. Father, we thank you for answering our prayers for Cameron. Father Tanya's son, thank you Father, for meeting all his financial and housing needs for this semester. And Father, we're asking that you bless those who have blessed him and we ask for continued favor for cancer, father God protecting blessings. We pray. Father, we are also calling in for prayer for Taylor, which is an unknown sister called in and just simply said she's going to call her friend Taylor, who is a victim of sex trafficking. Rose father, so many victims out there, women and men and children on Jesus. Father, we're asking for deliverance from this evil in our Lord, Father God. Lord, we thank you for Heather and Nashville being brave enough to talk about being a survivor of sexual assault. Lord Jesus, I'm asking that you turn this, her Father, into a testimony that will bring healing to the lives of other women. Father, we are praying for Emma as her husband goes away for six weeks for him training Lord Jesus to be with her and give her peace, Father, and bless him while he's away. Father, we ask them both to have wisdom and grace during this time. Father Mary Ellen, Massachusetts ask us to pray for her entire family. They need to know you, Jesus, and we're asking that you come and meet them at their point of view and bring healing to her daddy.

Good morning, this is Gina over in California. I just want to thank everyone for your prayers. Thank you Adrian for praying and I am definitely in a better place, but yes, God can forgive what I can't, so thank you for that. Thank you for that person. I forgot your name, but you said that sometimes you feel like the prayers aren't heard and it had been a while and I hadn't heard anything and then literally on the last podcast, it was shared that someone prayed for me. And then you said that your prayers are being heard and it's just very encouraging. So thank you for listening and sharing, but everyone please pray for my husband. He will be having surgery soon. He has a growth on his shoulder and we're waiting for insurance to approve the Cat scan. And it's just been a week now since he was the doctors and he's just in pain. So please pray for his body to be able to handle the pain until the surgery is able to happen and for the right surgeons and the right situation to happen. So the surgery is just amazing. It's just a godsend. But thank you guys for your prayers and your love. You guys really are my family and I appreciate you guys so much. Be blessed.

Good morning, DABC family. This is Rodney from Atlanta. Hey, you guys, I really miss you guys. I really miss being on here, but this year I'm hanging out with Brian on the other side. So I just want to drop in and say hello and to share a word of prayer with you all, but love you guys and just praying God's blessing upon your life. I want to pray today. The favor of God would be upon you. So Father, we thank you Lord, for this day. Let your favor that you promised we would have rest upon us, throughout this day. Bless those who are going through God, curious those and strengthen those or heal their bodies. God, I thank you for your deliverance. I thank you Lord for your healing of the mind, healing of the body, healing of our finances. God, we thank you for all the great things you have done. I pray God, your favor be upon your people, that your favor will produce greater victories, recognition, prominence, preferential treatment, petitions granted, policies and rules change and battles won in which we don't have to fight. Let your favor go before us. This is the time of, this is the time of increase in our lives. God, I thank Lord right now that you will do it and you will cause it to come to pass. We will experience your favor in our lives. Satan, your work is over. We bind you now in the name of the Lord Jesus and we release the people of God to walk in freedom, to walk in peace, to walk in love. And God, we declare it to be done in the mighty, the matchless, the marvelous, the majestic name of Jesus, we pray. Amen. Amen. Amen. God bless you, DABC family. I'll be back, but I'm going back on Brian's side for a few more days. All right, y'all take care. Blessings.

Dear Lord, I come before you on bended knee. This is Justin from Indiana. You know me. You know my story. You knew me before I was even. Thank you for every blessing that you've given me in my life, from good health to my healthy kids, to safeguarding and protecting their mom and allowing her to do the same for our children. Thank you for every friend and family member that we have that we encounter, all the good and the bad ones, whether that means they're there for support or whether you need to remove them because they're too toxic to our environment and they don't benefit us. And you know you know that and you know them and you know us best. So thank you for that. Thank you. Please watch out for Molly. This is going to be a personal prayer. I just want you to really take care of her and keep her by your side, because I know that she was lost a long time and I think she was found again. And I just want you to always be the beacon of light in her life because you are a beacon of hope and light and love. Please help everybody listening to heal past trauma, any future or current trauma they're going through, please take away my addictions, any paralyzing pain that stops me from being a better Christian for you. Please heal those like me and those that are better off and worse than me. Thank you for giving us this line and each other to connect to and to be able to hear each other's prayers and stories. We know you listen to everyone, and I try to, too. And whether that means this is just playing at night, protecting us with your words while we sleep, or if we're awake throughout the day taking it all in, we're constantly wanting to be more like you. So thank you for all you've given us. Thank you for sending your son to die on the cross for us, resurrecting him from the dead to prove. And thank you for I ask you to remove any slavery, bondage, human trafficking, grooming, exploitation of children. Just help take care of children and little creatures. I ask for all this in your Holy Son's name.

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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞

₊° - 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

₊° - 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: hey idk if you’re still taking requests for love quinn but if you are, could i request love finding out that someone has been harassing reader or otherwise bothering y/n? i love her protectiveness :3

i mixed two requests together for this one. it's up to 10k words, i hope you will enjoy it <3

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She watched you like a hawk from her place in the kitchen, absentmindedly looking at the ingredients in front of her every few seconds as to not make it obvious how big her admiration for you really was. But her obsession with you had helped her out before. Because of it, she knew exactly what kind of pastry to give you the first time she decided to walk up to you-- you always went for the same boring cupcake. When you seemed to stall in front of the pastry display only to always pick the same plain thing, it gave Love the idea to broaden your taste. So now, every time you seemed to linger around, she would approach you with another free sample of whatever pastry she knew you hadn't tried out yet, using it to strike up a conversation. And it had worked, slowly but surely Love noticed that you would stall a tad longer, lingering the isles, when Love still hadn't shown up. She never missed the way you tried to seem surprised when she appeared next to you, or how you tried to hide a smile.

Meanwhile, Love's obsession grew, but she knew rushing things would only scare you off. In the meantime, she would wait and let things unfold naturally, only steering here and there when needed, and try her best to be a protective eye in the background. This is exactly why every alarm was going off inside her head when she saw you fidget with the hem of your shirt. You'd usually do the same whenever talking to her, but this time there were no shy glances or soft eyes. You were afraid. A guy stood just a bit too close to you, the cocky grin on his face displaying he knew exactly what he was doing.

Love stopped cutting the spring onion, wiped off her hands on her apron and rushed out of the kitchen, only to stop herself in the doorway.

Don't scare her off. Don't get too protective or you might ruin things.

She slowly strolled around the counter and grabbed a plate, hurrying to put a few pastries onto it as she had left them there to cool off, all while keeping an eye on the two of you.

You hadn't heard her approach, so her voice sounding from behind you made you jump in your place,

"Free pastry? Fresh out of the oven."

Love's toothy smile was wide but she was feeling anything but bright and cheery. She clenched her teeth shut, still smiling, and tilted her head, trying to seem customer-friendly.

You let out a visibly relieved breath and quickly grabbed a danish off the plate. The guy seemed less amused with Love's sudden arrival and his smile disappeared at her interruption. He took a pastry nonetheless, lifted it in the air as a thank you and took a bite.

Love turned to you, her eyes quickly scanning your face and noticing how her arrival had not soothed you whatsoever. What was going on here? Who was this guy?

"Y/N, I just finished packing your meal kit. Would you walk with me?"

"I didn't-" Love tilted her head and slightly squeezed her eyes, trying to get through to you without making it too obvious. She let out a soft sigh as you read her eyes with barely any effort and played along.

"I didn't think.... it would be finished already."

"I packed yours first, so everything is still fresh." Love sent a charming smile the guy's way as she playfully tugged you back by your belt hoops, wanting to usher you away to safety, like a shepherd with his sheep. But like a disobedient sheep, the guy grabbed your wrist, ruining Love's plans and stopping your movements.

"I'll wait here, then I'll give you a ride back home."

"No, that's okay." You answered.

Love's smile had disappeared as soon as he grabbed you, the look in his eyes even making her uneasy, but your shaky voice was what really ticked her off.

"Come on, we'll grab a coffee, catch up, yadayada." Though the offer seemed sincere, his tone was demanding.

"That's kind but I'm not-"

He put his hand on your lower back to try and get you closer, "I'll wait here. Or I can pick you up at your apartment later?"

"She said no!" Love raised her voice and she yanked your arm loose from his grip. You froze, immediately worrying Love that it was because of her. She let go of you almost instantly and took a step back, ignoring your eyes on her as she got out,

"She... she said no." She whispered softly, before clearing her voice and straightening her stance, more confident now, "She said no." She dared to grab your wrist softly, rubbing soothing circles on where he had squeezed it, before guiding you to the back of the store.

You let out the biggest breath as you sat down on an upside-down crate, almost as if you had held your breath ever since he had approached you. You let out a soft thank you, rubbing your knees to try and calm yourself.

Love watched carefully as she leaned against the doorway, not wanting to invade your personal space like he had just done. She effortlessly picked out all the signs of distress and fear.

"You know him?"

"Yes and no." You looked at her, saw the confusion on her face before clearing your throat, "I know who he is, but I don't truly know him."

She pushed herself off against the doorway, grabbed a crate and sat down on it.

"He's some guy I met at a college party I wish I never went to." You let out a groan, which only heightened Love's curiosity.

"Sounds like a story." Love grinned softly as she saw you enjoy your bite of the danish. Seeing you appreciate her baking never failed to make Love grin like a little kid.

"Tell me about it." Your breathy chuckle vanished quickly as you remembered everything that had happened after that party. Love's grin disappeared and she turned serious when she noticed the frown on your face.

"My friend threw a party, I had some drinks and I kissed him. I was twenty and he was a good looking guy, simple as that. That was all. One drunken kiss and he thought we were meant to be. He practically followed me around like a lost puppy until the end of college and I was so glad I had lost him until his sister moved into my building a month ago. She threw a tiny get-together for everyone in the building and of course, he was there to help. I didn't even know they were siblings until she introduced him as her younger brother."

"Let me guess," Love rolled her eyes, "-he's just as smitten with you now as he was back then?"

"Yes... however,"

Love immediately heard the change in your voice, "What?"

"He seems persistent now. He keeps knocking on my door, leaves gifts, lets stuff get delivered to my apartment, puts love letters in my mailbox or under my car's wipers and whenever he sees me outside, he basically corners me and won't leave me alone. To top it all of... he-" You stopped your rambling.

"He what?"

"He told his sister we've been dating ever since college. I think something's wrong with him... mentally, I mean. Every time I see him it's as if he's on another one of his made-up timelines. I never know which version he's living in whenever I see him."

Love bit the inside of her cheek, contemplating what to say next. Every fibre under her skin was itching and poking at her to do something, to protect you, to make a stop to whatever this weird stalker was up to next. Though every bone in her body ached with anger and protectiveness, she knew she needed to conceal it. She couldn't risk losing you, she couldn't risk you losing yourself, like Forty had, in a way, after she had tried to help. However, she could protect you. If you would accept her help, she would be around you as much as she could. If you didn't, she would try to protect you from the background, like she had done so for a while now.

"I'll tell him you had to run. You can stay here or I'll drive you home."

"No, you really don't have to. Your shift-"

"I do, Y/N." Love stared at you with a look of finality.

You nodded, still feeling like somewhat of a burden before cracking a tiny smile and taking a bite of the pastry.

"What's this? I love it." You licked your lips and groaned.

"A danish." Love had a distant look in her eyes. Normally she would have focused on your lips or the look in your eyes, but her mind was too occupied with keeping you safe now.

"Wait here." Love walked back into the shop and immediately locked eyes with the guy, who had been eyeing the backroom door the two of you had disappeared behind ever since you left. He raised an eyebrow when the door fell shut behind Love, no sign of you following her.

"Where's-"

Love cut him off immediately, sending icy daggers with her hard glare, "Do me a favour? Leave her alone."

He scoffed, "So much for that kind shop clerk act, huh? Who are you to keep me from my fiancée, anyway?"

Love was visibly caught off guard. How mentally ill was this man to truly think that? What other stories had he made up? She pulled herself together and looked around to who was close, her voice a hushed whisper when she spoke,

"I don't care how sick in the head you are, but she is not yours. So if I see you around here or hear you've-"

"I have every right to go and stand where I want to. I'm just shopping with my girl, she loves when we do little quality time things like this."

Love clenched her jaw, fuelled with anger, not knowing how else to get through his head, "She's scared of you!" Love's yell echoed through Anavrin. People turned to watch. So did Forty, who walked right over as he saw the uneasily familiar look on Love's face. He waved people off, sending them kind smiles and energetic 'happy shoppings' as he made his way over to his sister.

"Everything alright here?" He approached slowly and side-eyed Love as he tried to get a feel of the situation.

Love ignored him completely, still too busy glaring the guy down. She pointed to the exit, her voice stern as she spoke, "I need you to leave. Now. Or we'll have you removed."

Forty flinched as the guy threw his basket on the floor, "Fine. This shit's way too expensive anyway. Organic apples? What does that even mean?! They all grow on the same trees!"

He stormed off and Love only now seemed to calm down, knowing he was getting far away from you.

"Okay.... what was that all about?"

Love blinked a couple of times and swatted the stray hairs out of her face, turning to Forty with her signature smile, "Oh, it's nothing!" She breathed out a chuckle, "Just a difficult customer, all taken care of as you see."

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The car stopped in front of your apartment building and Love turned to you from her place behind the wheel.

"You've been quiet." She noted.

"Um, will you walk with me? Till I'm inside? I don't know where he's-"

"Of course." Love gave you a reassuring smile and squeezed the hand on your knee. So far, the two of you had only met in or right outside Anavrin. Without you knowing, she had been close on multiple other occasions, but Love had always resisted the urge to approach you and talk to you. She didn't want to push her luck by meeting up with you too much. Apparently, her patience had paid off, seeing as you were leading her right to your very doorstep.

She quietly followed behind you, her eyes scanning the lobby, the hallway and every door you crossed. Love saw you fumble with the keys in your hand as soon as you saw a package on your doormat.

"Is that his?" Love watched you keep the door open for her and she walked inside. This wasn't expected so soon, but a nice turn of events. Should she thank the guy for helping her out with getting closer to you?

"Yeah, other packages get dropped off at our mailboxes down in the lobby."

Her eyes then scanned around the room. It wasn't the biggest apartment, but it was big enough for one person. You had used every available space given to you, though it didn't make the living room and open kitchen seem cramped or messy. Your apartment was personal, with little knickknacks showing your personality and likes. It all seemed perfectly in place. The only messy thing was the trashbag resting against the balcony door.

You threw the gift onto the trash bag from your place at the door before it fell over, a couple of other gifts and letters falling out. Love ignored your eyes as she walked over, kneeling to inspect what was on the floor.

"Is this all his?!" She turned around with wide eyes, "He's crazy."

"I'm afraid so. Tried to throw them away until they all appeared back onto my doorstep the night after. Now I just keep them here. Waiting for the right moment to throw it away somewhere else, but he's somehow always outside whenever I go out."

"I'll take it." Love immediately offered. She recognized the look on your face, how you really wanted to accept her help, but also how you felt too much of a burden and didn't want to engage Love with your problems. "It's the least I can do," She added, seeing the hesitation wash away.

You gave her a thankful smile, "Um, want something to drink? It's the least I can offer to my... knight... in shining armour?"

Love smiled wide. You wanted her to stay. She had to bite her lip to prevent her from letting out an overly excited 'yes', and instead, playfully tilted her head,

"Hey, I am never one to back down from a fight with a ferocious dragon. I think I won't be missed for one quick drink." She teased and leaned against the kitchen countertop and watched you get the drinks ready, "We've exchanged words a couple of times but I don't think I ever came to know anything more than the boring basics."

You turned to her, a glint of mischief in your eyes, "You find me boring?" You let out a laugh as Love was ready to defend herself, but waved her off, "I never thought it was appropriate to do anything else but suck up to one of Anavrin's owners so she would keep giving me delicious pastries. I never found you boring, by the way." Love laughed and loved how the apples of your cheeks slightly turned pink.

"I'm just Love now and you're not just some customer, because I wouldn't bake something different every week for just anyone..." She raised an eyebrow playfully when she saw the flustered look on your face and shyly placed a cup of coffee in front of her. Alright, she'd work on that. She just needed to perfect the art of making you more comfortable around her and the rest would work itself out.

"You know, maybe I should just take advantage of this all and get him to pay my monthly rent. I doubt he'd say no." You smiled into your coffee mug, blowing it to cool it off. It pained Love to see you try and joke about it all while it was obvious how much the past month had done a number on you.

Love laid a gentle hand on your forearm, guiding your hands back down to rest on the counter, "Or maybe, you should get the police involved. He's stalking you. You don't know what he's capable of. It might get out of hand if you wait too long."

"I... I don't want to go through all that trouble. I doubt they'd take it seriously. It's LA, a lot of shit happens here."

Love had tried. She had tried to lure you to the right path, to keep herself from going down the same road as well. But you had refused, and so she had to take matters into her own hands.

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Love looked at the pile of gifts on her living room floor. From boxes of chocolates to now dried up flowers, from letters to candles to perfume bottles- he'd given you all of it.

Was this what men thought would win over women's hearts? Was this what he thought would win over your heart? Persistency, fear and disrespect accompanied by cliche gifts mostly seen in romcoms? Instead of chivalry, respect and kind words? He could dial down on the creepiness too.

You clearly had only opened the first few gifts but had decided to immediately throw away the ones that followed, probably aware who it was from.

She had promised you to throw it away, and she would... after she had gone through it all. The cheap drugstore chocolates, ruined bouquets and way too sweet perfume would be thrown away for sure, but the letters he wrote you might be useful.

Love tried her best to put them in chronological order, to try and decipher a pattern or a timeline. But just like you had said, he seemed to have everything mixed up in his head. There was no clear order-- some addressed you as the neighbour down the hall, in other letters you were already married, in others his possessiveness over you was as clear as day, like a dog marking every lamppost he'd come across, just because he could, as if it was his right.

Bile formed in the back of Love's throat, leaving a nasty aftertaste. This man was insane and you being on the receiving end of him only made things worse.

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Waking up before the break of dawn was never Love's forte, but for you, she would skip sleep any day. Her hair was up in a topknot, a big pair of shades shielded her face and a dark jacket was zipped up to her neck as she waited in her car. She had a perfect view of your building's entrance and if she moved her head, she saw the still curtained windows of your living room and kitchen. That wasn't what she was here for on this early Thursday morning. The man stalking you was crazy and delusional, that much was clear, but he was still human and thus he must have some kind of routine. It was up to Love to figure that out, to know the ins and outs of it all, where he slept, when he ate, where he went off to when he wasn't pestering you. All so she could keep you safe.

The two large cups of black coffee were already empty and apart from some hipster walking their dog at 5am, the street had been silent. She saw movement in the corner of her eye and noticed the blinds to your living room being opened. You stood on the other side of the window, hair messy from your slumber, a cosy blanket draped around your shoulders as you shielded your mouth when you let out an adorable yawn. Love's eyes fixated on you. Though you looked less elegant than during the day, like any normal being after just waking up, she still couldn't take her eyes off you. A daydream took over, one where she would wrap her hands around your waist from behind, one where she would usher you to sit on the couch while she'd make you breakfast. Mornings together. Days together. Nights together. That was what she daydreamed of.

A loud knock on her window made Love flinch in her seat. She had been so fixated on you that she had failed to notice a guy stepping out of the muddy green car that had been there since she'd arrived.

He was clad in regular jeans, a maroon beanie shielding his light brown curls, but it was him. The wicked smile on his face said enough-- he knew. His eyes shifted to the windows of your apartment before he looked back at Love, his smile now a scowl.

"Leave her alone, you creep." Love heard his muffled voice from outside. "Do you really think I wouldn't look up my wife's stalker? I recognized your license plate as soon as I saw it. I waited to see what you would do."

Love went through all the letters and known information in her head, trying to catch up to the timeline he was currently referring to.

"I've seen you follow her before. Stop it or I'll call the cops on you."

Love wanted to think he was bluffing, until he pulled out his phone and showed her several pictures he'd taken of her days and weeks prior, indeed during moments where she had been following you.

"I'm RJ, by the way. Remember that name." And with that, he crossed the street before he disappeared into your apartment building. Love's hand moved to the car door until she stopped herself. There was no telling how much RJ really knew about her already or how long he had been onto her. If she wanted to do this right, she needed to wait. Let him think he's getting the upper hand. But Love couldn't deny or hide the frustration she felt bubbling inside of her. She was anything but afraid of the LAPD, a few pictures didn't prove anything. She was more afraid of you finding out. RJ knew. He had her pushed into a corner now.

The tables had been turned.

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A week had passed. A week of Love demanding herself to stay out of your way. She would have thought it would prove to be a difficult task but you made it uneasily easy. You hadn't shown your face Monday morning, your usual grocery shopping day. Nor had she seen you walk in for some additional groceries on Thursday or Friday afternoon. The eclairs she had baked for you had landed in the trash can now that you had been a no-show.

Love whisked the batter like a madwoman, frustrated and angry to no end that she had, once again, not thought things through. She been so fixated on you that she failed to see her surroundings. She hadn't been careful enough and that had inevitably led to RJ figuring at least some bits of her out. Had RJ told you everything? How Love had been stalking you? Had you believed him? Or had RJ done something way worse? Was that why you hadn't shown up yet?

"Hey," Forty sang as he walked into Anavrin's kitchen, inspecting the fruit bowl, "Just a quick heads-up, the people who ordered all those club sandwiches for their team meeting are here to pick up their order. Is it done?" He grabbed an apple and took a bite. "They look as dull as their order but please tell me you didn't spice it up and change it just because you think they have boring taste?"

Love only hummed.

"Good, because we don't want a repeater of when you gave that old lady way too spicy Thai chicken sandwiches because she called you a name." Forty snorted, "Oh! And what about the cupcakes for that baby shower? Will they be done in time?" He scanned his clipboard, "They'll be here in two hours so I say-"

"Let me be, Forty! I've got it!"

"Jeez, who shat in your cake batter today?"

He raised his eyebrows, rolled his eyes and threw the apple in the trash can on his way out, muttering something under his breath as he walked back into the store.

Love stopped, clenched her jaw and leaned against the countertop. She squeezed her hands around the cold marble counter, trying to squeeze her searing anger away. Thoughts raced through her head but she kept seeing your face flash before her eyes. She ripped her apron off, grabbed her bag and walked out.

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You had purposefully closed all your blinds and curtains, not wanting him to be able to take a snoop inside your apartment. The TV's volume was on low so that no one could hear you were inside. You doubted he didn't know though. He probably knew you hadn't left yet. Not only today but for a whole week now. The only way you could leave or enter the building had been guarded by him for days. He had noticed you hadn't emptied your mailbox and had slid a letter under your door.

Apparently avoiding him, hiding from him, didn't have the desired effect you had wished for. He hadn't gotten bored of you, or forgotten you, instead, you had made him angry. He hated how his girlfriend was ignoring him and he now started doubting your faithfulness. You had no clue what had caused all this, but it worried you. You had no close friends or family in LA. For a minute, you had contemplated calling Anavrin to get them to deliver groceries or meal kits to your place, but you knew he would swoop in and offer to take your order up to your door, like the chivalrous boyfriend he was. You also wondered if you should call Anavrin and ask to talk to Love, but you didn't want to hear Love say I told you so.

A knock on your door made you freeze, especially when another knock followed soon after. Trying to make no sound, you made your way to the door. You were preparing yourself to see him through the peephole, but before you could, Love's voice whispered,

"It's me, Love. Let me in, please?"

You let your head fall back in your neck, thanking whoever that it was Love and that she hadn't shouted her arrival through the hallways. Quickly unlocking the door, you opened it and pulled a baffled Love inside as fast as you could, before locking the door once more.

She looked around, saw the mess and the closed blinds, a big contrast to the first time she had seen your apartment-- filled with natural light and cleaned like a showroom from Ikea. Then she looked at you. You looked tired, your tiny puffy eyes still showing how scared her knocking had made you feel.

"What's going on here?" Love softly grabbed your underarms, trying to calm you down.

A loud knock made both of you flinch and turn to the front door behind you.

"Come on, baby, it's me. I lost my key."

Love felt you squeeze her arm. She turned around to tell you to keep quiet.

"You haven't left in a week. Are you sick? Let me take care of you. I brought chicken noodle soup." He suddenly let out a soft whimper, "Did I do something wrong? Are you mad at me? Please tell me and I will fix it. I will fix us. I miss you, beautiful."

Then it was quiet for a long time until a loud kick against the door broke it,

"I'm at my sister if you need me." He grumbled out.

The both of you stayed silent for another minute until you eventually let out the biggest sigh and dropped on the couch.

"That's what's going on here."

"This... this isn't okay, Y/N." She pointed a shaky finger at the door, having a hard time hiding her anger.

You rolled your eyes, the tiredness making you grumpy. Love's comment had not been helpful. Of course, this was anything but okay. You didn't need her to come to that conclusion,

"Like I don't know."

Love ignored your reply and walked through the apartment like it was her own, grabbing blankets and clothing off the floor and folding them up before she waltzed into your kitchen to inspect the damage. The fridge was as good as empty and she saw the bread you had attempted to bake on your counter. Judging by the form of it, you hadn't let it rise long enough.

"Give me half an hour and I'll be back with groceries. I'll cook you something nice. I promise."

"Don't leave me alone, please." The sudden fear in your voice alarmed Love. She watched you watch her-- you had turned around on the couch, your body slumped like an afraid puppy with its tail between its legs, begging her to not go. "If he sees you leave my apartment he'll know I let you in."

Love tilted her head, "When's the last time you slept without being afraid?"

Your lack of an answer was an answer in itself. Love walked out of the kitchen and motioned you to get up.

"Grab a bag."

"What?"

"Grab a bag. Get whatever you need. You can stay with me for tonight so you can get some rest before I'll help you figure this all out tomorrow. You can't stay here."

You got up, albeit unsurely, "But I hardly know you. Are you sure it's okay? I don't want you to feel obligated to help me."

"I can't go home knowing how I'm leaving you here, with that creep on the other side of the door. It's alright, Y/N."

You nodded softly and excused yourself into your bedroom as you gathered whatever you needed. Love peeked through the blinds, not seeing his dirty green car in its usual spot. Either he had left or he was still hauled up in his sister's apartment.

She gave you a reassuring smile as you returned with an overnight bag in your hands.

"Got everything?"

You nodded, still shaken by everything that was happening. Love stayed glued to your side on your walk through the apartment building, wanting to be prepared, glancing backwards and looking in front, wanting to be two steps ahead for whatever scenario.

"Y/N? Hey! Y/N!" A female voice made you halt your movements in the lobby.

RJ's sister stood by the mailboxes, her mail in her hands as she watched you and Love.

"What's going on?" She smiled as she approached. Love stood slightly behind you, eyeing the street outside. "How have we never properly been introduced when you're going to marry my baby brother?" She laughed slightly, but both of you could hear the confusion and slight offence in her voice. "Everything good with you two? I know he can be too forward sometimes but- Oh God." She stopped herself, "You look horrible. You really are sick."

Love's head snapped to the woman, a hard glare on her face.

"He told me. You should really let him help you out. RJ's soup always gives me the biggest immunity boost whenever I'm sick."

Her eyes then flickered to Love, whose locked jaw and hard eyes were eyeing their surroundings as her hand was protectively placed around your waist. Then she noticed the bag in your hands and how you were slightly leaning into Love, finding comfort and safety the closer you got. You looked up at Love for comfort but then quickly looked back at your supposed sister-in-law.

Realisation dawned on the woman's face, "Huh." she huffed and crossed her arms, "So I guess you're the girl RJ has talked about." She tried to be playful, but there was nothing funny about the look in her eyes as she narrowed her eyes at Love.

"Oh- we're...friends." You spoke as soon as you caught on.

RJ's sister grabbed her keys from her handbag, "You should know RJ doesn't like to share, friends or not." She looked back at you, "You know how it looks when you ignore him for a week but go out with your... friend?"

She turned around before she got into the lifts, "Not good."

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You sat around Love's dining table, hands wrapped around the cup of tea she had made you as you watched her cook. Delicious smells filled the house as you sat there wondering what she was even making.

"Hmmm, spaghetti?" You asked.

"Spaghetti? Anyone could make that. Who do you think I am?" She chuckled at you, adding the sundried tomatoes to the garlic oil sizzling in the pan. "I'm making a marinade for the chicken." She disappeared behind the counter. You heard her pull something out of the oven before she jumped back up, a baguette in her oven mitts.

"You made that yourself?"

"Of course, I did. Would be a shame if I didn't, seeing as I am a chef and all." She smirked, seeing your reaction.

"I thought you only did pastries."

Love shook her head.

"Could really use some tips on baking bread then, I tried but it was disastrous." You laughed, feigning offence as Love agreed with you.

The two of you became silent again. You loved how you didn't feel pressured to keep the conversation going, to just let the moment be, while Love liked how you had visibly relaxed as soon as you had stepped into the safety of her home.

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"Love, thank you so much. I don't know how I'll ever-" She silenced you by pulling you in a quick hug. She squeezed you tight, feeling rich with you in her arms.

"Don't worry about it. Sweet dreams." Your tired smile was the last thing she saw before closing the door to her tiny guestroom.

She walked back to the kitchen and started to clean up, putting everything in the dishwasher. She rose an eyebrow as her ringtone went off. She put it on hands-free as she continued putting the dishes away.

"Love Quinn here, what's up?"

"You think you're the shit now, don't you?"

His voice made her grab her phone immediately as she took it off hands-free, afraid you might hear it.

"You think you've won now that she's hauled up in your home, enjoying a warm meal, sleeping in your bed. Feels good, huh? Now that she trusts you."

"What's your fucking problem?" Love hissed out in a whisper. "She's not yours to have, not yours to keep, not yours to lose. I don't know whatever fantasy you think you're living in, but it's not Y/N's reality."

"Give her back." RJ's voice yelled.

"She isn't yours."

"Then I'll get her myself." It was quiet for a while. "You should really finish the dishes."

Love looked up at her tall living room windows and glanced at the darkness of the night before she rushed to throw all the curtains closed. Then the line went dead.

Love grabbed the first weapon she could find, one of her larger kitchen knives, before she all but ran to the guestroom she had left you to rest. The guestroom didn't have a window, so she knew she should guard the only way in, the door. She had thought RJ to be all bark and no bite before, but he seemed clever and had even been one step ahead of her before. She needed to be sure. She slid down against the wall next to your door and overlooked the hallway entrance with a certain focus and determination in her eyes.

Hours passed and eventually, the sun replaced the moon. The first sound she heard ever since his phone call, was the guestroom door opening to reveal a tired yet adorable you.

Love scrambled to her feet, the kitchen knife hidden away in a plant as to not scare you.

"What are you doing here?" You rose an eyebrow, your giggle turning into a yawn. "Did you not sleep?"

You noticed the distant look on Love's face, the clothes she had been wearing the night before as well as the same coat of lipstick still on her lips.

"Forgot to prepare an important order for Anavrin so I had to stay up and bake all night." She let out a yawn herself, one that made you laugh before she locked eyes with you. She gave you a toothy grin.

Love hated how she had to lie through her teeth, how she had to lie to you. But this was for you.

"You should've told me. I would've loved to help. Maybe together we would have finished sooner."

"I doubt that." Love laughed.

You took a moment to think before you shrugged, agreeing.

She laughed once more, "Let's get breakfast, come on."

Love stayed close to you, not entirely sure what she would walk into. Yes, she had guarded the guestroom all night long, but there was no being sure he hadn't someway made his way inside. Everything looked the same, nothing was out of place. No window or lock was broken, as far as she could inspect from her walk to the kitchen.

Love let you take a moment to wake up as she sat you down in the kitchen, a nice cup of coffee in your hands as she put every breakfast item on the counter. You rose your eyebrow,

"Do you peg me as a giant? Or are you a feeder?" You smirked slightly at Love's expression as you took her off guard.

"No, I just... thought, now you can pick whatever you like. I can bake you something if you want to? Name it and I'll make it."

You walked over and placed a quick kiss on her cheek, "No worries. I appreciate it. Some yoghurt is fine, though. I don't have a big appetite after just waking up."

Love's distant behaviour didn't go unnoticed as you quietly ate your breakfast. You didn't know her well enough to know if this was a common thing. Maybe she was just tired. You knew you liked to space out whenever you lacked sleep too.

However, Love immediately noticed when you started shifting in your chair.

"So..," You cleared your throat, "What's the plan? I've... never had to deal with something like this before. Do I just, you know, call the local police department?"

"Don't worry about anything. I already called my parents."

You were aware of the Quinn family, heat rose to your cheeks as you remembered the hours you had stalked the family online, just to know more about her.

"Love, I really-"

"We've dealt with this before with Forty once, it's no big deal, we'll handle it."

"But your family has nothing to do with RJ... or me. Why would they be willing to fix my problem?"

"It hurts me to think you don't see us as friends." Love teased you playfully, but her face soon hardened, "He harassed you in our store. Of course, we are involved. This problem will be gone before you know it."

"You really think so?"

"Do you trust me?"

You gave her a curt and determined nod, "Yes, I do."

That was all Love needed to hear. Last night he had not only threatened you, but he had threatened her too. She would walk through fire for the opportunity to be close to you. He wasn't going to ruin that dream. She needed to end this. She needed to keep you safe.

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You didn't want to return to your apartment and neither did Love want you to stay alone at hers, for reasons she could not tell you obviously, so she dropped you off at Anavrin while she went back to your place with a list of things you told her to bring.

Love did her best to keep quiet as she tiptoed through the hallways, unlocking your door and locking it back behind her. She first decided to clean the kitchen counter and throw away the now spoiled bread. She grabbed the list out of her jean pocket and walked into your bedroom, getting caught off guard by how different it was from her daydreams. In her imagination, it had been a tiny room, with barely any space for a double bed and a closet. Instead, your bedroom was larger than your living room and there was enough space for your enormous double bed. She stood in front of your mirror, which had seen you so many times. Then she looked at your desk where it looked like you had abruptly paused the work you had been working on. She grabbed a perfume bottle off your dresser and inhaled, of course, this was much better than the cheap smell RJ had tried to let you wear. You had taste.

Love felt like an intruder as she opened your underwear drawer. She begged herself not to look at anything but what was on her list, but a soft blush crept up her neck and warmed her ears and cheeks nonetheless. She respected you, so she would not go snooping for anything else.

She walked into the bathroom, putting shampoo bottles in a plastic bag before walking back into the living room. You had asked her to bring your favourite soft slippers, the ones you always liked to wear before bed. Love scanned the living room, no slippers. She imagined you taking them off right before going to sleep, so maybe they were safely tucked away under your bed? She turned around to walk to your bedroom when her eyes fell on a shadow on the floor. Her heart slammed against her chest as she saw it move.

It didn't take her longer than a second to know who this was. She walked to your desk and grabbed a scissor, wanting to be prepared. Did he know she was Love and not you? Would it even matter?

For a second she swore she heard his heart slam against his chest as well. She moved to the closet, pretending to rummage through it, but in reality keeping an eye on him through the mirror in the corner of your room.

An eerie silence floated around your apartment, the knowledge of Love not being alone in there making everything worse. But Love was a woman on a mission, and she would not leave until she was sure you would be safe. Knowing where he was gave her a confident feeling and so she waited. She dragged it out as long as she could, seeing if he would break first. And he did.

Love saw his reflection in the mirror move from under the bed and she turned around instantly, ready to strike. What she hadn't expected, was him pulling at her ankles. She tried to kick him off and managed to grab hold of your dresser, only for him to grab her other leg and make her slam into your mirror.

It broke into pieces as they all flew and fell onto Love, who turned on her back almost instantly after impact. RJ crawled up to her, holding his cheek where Love had previously kicked him. He pulled her closer by her legs while Love's hand searched your bedroom floor for anything to defend herself with. RJ was a tall and strong-build man. It had been stupid of Love to think she could take him down in a one on one fight.

He held her down before he crawled over her, hands groping her neck. Love coughed loudly as he squeezed. Her legs kicked and moved as she tried to get away, but he was too heavy for her, even if she was filled with adrenaline. She tried to wriggle her head around, but that made the squeezing of her neck even more unbearable. RJ mumbled something above her as his spit coated her face like he was some angry wolf ready for its prey. His smirk disappeared as soon as it had appeared and his off-white shirt turned crimson.

RJ looked down at his collar, where a thick piece of glass stuck to his skin. His face turned white at the view and the pain and he stumbled back. Love shot up and dared to get close again as she turned the glass shard halfway, making RJ scream out in pain. She was so furious and full-on adrenaline that she didn't even feel the wound the glass had left on her own hand at all. She watched him fall back, oddly fast, almost too easy. He mumbled something incoherently and let out painful moans until, once again, the apartment was filled with an eerie silence.

Love looked around the room, at her wounded hands, at the broken mirror and the man half slid against your closet before her breaths started to quicken. She started hyperventilating and soft sobs left her trembling lips before she ran out of your apartment.

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Though you loved how Forty had tried to entertain you and to make you feel at home, his constant talking had made you tired. You wanted to see Love again and it worried you that she still hadn't returned from grabbing some simple things at your apartment.

When she did return, with that same distant look on her face as that morning, you knew something had happened.

With a turtle neck rolled up till just under her chin and a bandage wrapped around her hand, she made a bee-line to the two of you, her eyes cold and far away. Forty hopped off the seat next to you, said goodbye and immediately started a conversation with a customer walking by.

Love's instincts told her to grab your hand. And you let her, as she started to play with your fingers, simultaneously looking through the store as if she was afraid of something.

"Hey, you alright?" You softly tugged her closer by the hem of her shirt, not expecting Love to flinch.

"Hm? Oh, yes. Are you hungry? What are you into? I'll make you something."

"You're an angel but... can we just... go to your place?" You missed your bed and the familiarity of your apartment, but it was no longer home. Home was where you felt safe, not like a mouse stuck in a trap. RJ wouldn't know where to find you if you went to Love's place, besides, the effort she had made to make you feel comfortable was greatly appreciated.

"Sure." Love took a breath, trying to calm herself down by the feel of your soft fingers brushing against her own. The realisation that you asked to stay with her washed away any fear or insecurity she still felt.

She opened your door and softly closed it as soon as you hopped in, like a real gentlewoman, and sped off the Anavrin parking lot soon after. You didn't ask her why she had taken so long, and for that, she was immensely thankful. She reached over to squeeze the hand on your knee, giving you a reassuring smile afterwards. You reciprocated the smile and let yourself rest against the seat, not taking your eyes off Love. She was like a mystery to you. One you would get obsessed with solving, one you couldn't tell yourself to stay away from until you had solved it. You weren't a fool, you had noticed the longing glances she'd sent your way for weeks whenever you dropped by at the store. You just didn't have the guts to tell her you would actually like to get to know her a little bit better like that as well. Maybe you didn't have to. Maybe it would just play itself out. Maybe it was so obvious that you would never have to utter another word. Maybe it was that easy. Maybe.

"What happened to your hand?" Your fingers softly travelled over the bandage.

"Oh, accident in the kitchen." Love gave you a distant smile as you watched her face turn pale and saw her check the car's mirrors multiple times.

"Anything wrong? We're not being followed, are we?" You joked, to which Love let out a soft smile.

"It's taken care of."

"What's been taken care of?" You rose an eyebrow.

"Your problem."

You looked at the hands in your lap, taking a moment to let it sink. Love's eyes flickered between you and the dark green car a couple of cars behind her, telling herself this little hallucination was just the aftermath of her adrenaline kick a few hours ago.

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A two-person party, though small, still well-meant. Your problem was solved, you needed to celebrate and so you convinced Love to pop open a bottle of wine. The first bottle was delicious as you truly got to know each other this time, no more talking about crazy stalkers or pastries at Anavrin. The second bottle was a spontaneous decision by you, as you felt euphoric... as if you had won a battle without any casualties. Love just agreed, seeing she loved every moment spent with you, a happy you, nonetheless.

The third bottle was a mistake. A big mistake.

Both of you were well past tipsy and started to act like two teenagers who had gotten drunk for the first time after some High School prom. After the countless giggles, stupid jokes and weird drunken rambles, you felt your subconscious gravitate you towards Love. Even more than usual. Your head hurt like hell but the feeling of standing in Love's arms made up for that. The feeling of her hands on your waist made you want to jump in your place like a toddler. She let out a toothy grin and jokingly rubbed her nose against yours. But there was no joking with your next move. Though drunk, you knew exactly what you wanted. You wanted Love.

You pulled her forward by her neck, albeit harshly, and planted your lips onto hers. The alcohol in her system made her initial reaction delay, but there was no guessing if she was just as into it as you were when she pulled you closer by your waist before a hand pulled at your hair, just as harshly. Your leg hooked around her and pulled her closer against you while she had you pushed against the kitchen counter. When you heard a low moan leave her throat, you bit her lip and pulled it back, not wanting her next moan to be muffled. Your action elicited yet another moan and within a few seconds, she had you sit onto the kitchen counter with her body as close to you as she could.

The alcohol in you weirdly heightened your senses, but the sense of time was gone. You had no idea if you were making out for just a few seconds, mere minutes or even longer, but your and Love's shirts on the floor was an indicator of where things were going. You should have known the third bottle was a mistake when you didn't even see the bruises on Love's neck.

Love gently laid you down, sneaking sloppy drunken kisses in between, before she took off your pants with your help. The cold marble counter didn't help cool off your flushed body, but you enjoyed every second of it. You closed your eyes and dropped your head back as Love's kisses moved from your stomach to your thighs.

A gasp left your mouth as Love was doing her best to tease you some more and you blinked softly in the pure bliss of the build-up. She planted a few kisses on the fabric of your underwear, teasing you more. You saw the room upside down, which didn't help your drunken headache, but the feeling of Love between your legs and what she was about to do was enough of a reason to ignore it. You let out a breathy moan and arched your back. You opened your eyes, smiling to yourself, but you blinked and furrowed your brows when a silhouette moved to stand in the doorway of Love's darkened hallway.

Your breathing quickened as your whole body felt ecstatic, but you forced yourself to lightly tap Love's bare shoulder. Maybe you were hallucinating, the third bottle had been one too much after all, but you wanted to warn Love nonetheless.

Love thought the taps on her shoulder and her name coming from your mouth were praises and continued teasing you. Maybe if she hadn't been so intoxicated herself, or if she hadn't put her guard down, she would have noticed him approaching. But Love was too focused on you to notice anything else.

A sudden scream coming from your mouth made her jump up. You looked at her, eyes wide, wait... no- you looked behind her? Before she could react, she was yanked back by her hair, leaving you to let out yet another scream.

RJ looked terrible-- his face was pale and his eyes sunken, his shirt still coated in a dried-up crimson but it seemed like he had tried to patch himself up. His need to steal you from Love had apparently been greater than his want to see a doctor, seeing as he limped while pushing Love against the fridge. RJ was injured, Love was drunk, so would this finally be a fair fight?

RJ slammed the last bottle you'd shared against the counter-- glass and the remains of the bottle spilt everywhere. He wanted to slam it into Love's neck, but he let out a loud yelp when Love pushed a finger into the wound from before and forced him back.

"Go! Get out!" Love yelled into your face. You scrambled off the kitchen counter and tried to run. You couldn't. You couldn't leave Love and let RJ ruin her too.

You watched him fall, grabbing the curtain in the hope of staying on his feet, but the curtain fell down with him. Love and RJ were now draped in the fabric, there was no telling where Love started or RJ ended, and you watched the struggle continue.

"Y/N! Help me!" His voice echoed through the house, making you sick to your stomach.

You had never imagined RJ to go to these kinds of lengths just to get what he wanted. The Quinn family clearly hadn't taken care of it, seeing as he was here right now. Unless this was still a drunken nightmare. You cursed yourself for ever opening that third bottle of wine.

You ran over, needing to do something, even if you never liked violence. This was different. This was Love's life.

"Y/N!"

You jumped back when the two of them reemerged from underneath the curtain, Love sitting on top of him as she grabbed the nearest pottery decoration and slammed it against his temple. RJ seemed dazed for a few seconds, but Love's actions were still delayed by the alcohol in her blood and so he had the upper hand again within a second. He plunged a fork he had secretly picked up from the kitchen into Love's upper thigh which made a horrible cry of pain leave her throat. It sent chills up your spine.

Your yell made Love look up temporarily and worry flashed over her face as she realised you still hadn't left. RJ used your distraction as an opportunity and threw a right hook at Love's jaw, making her fall onto her back entirely.

In a panic, you looked around the room. But for what? For an escape? A way out? A way to help Love?

You ran over, grasping a candlestick off a table on your way and stopped behind RJ. Your eyes were locked with Love's as she looked at you. You made a move to strike but stopped. You weren't evil. You weren't a monster. You couldn't do something like this!? But RJ was. RJ was a monster and he would soon kill Love if you didn't step in. This... this would be deemed as self-defence, right?! Another look into Love's wide eyes, filled with pain, made you make your decision.

You lifted your arm and a second later, the candlestick had made a hard blow to the back of his head. RJ groaned and turned around hazily before resting on his side, his injuries getting the best of him. He looked at you, shocked you would hurt him. A quiet whimper left his mouth, "Y/N?"

Instead of taking this to run off, you raised your arm back over your head, but before you could slam it into RJ's head once again, Love's trembling hand stopped you. She closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath, prying your trembling fingers off the candlestick one by one before hovering over RJ.

What happened next, made you look away. It was clear how much in pain the girl was, but Love continued to strike blows into his head until she was could be sure he was gone this time. You heard the untasteful squishing and cracking of flesh and blood being pressed together and skull breaking, together with Love's painful groans. With a thump, the candlestick fell to the floor and so did Love, who fell down next to her victim.

You stood there, taking it all in, while you didn't know if you were coated in blood or in wine, or both. All you could think of was how the third bottle had been a mistake. A big, stupid mistake.

Either the alcohol or the fear and utter disgust caught up to you, but you moved away from Love and emptied your stomach on her floor. It needed to be cleaned after tonight anyway.

"Oh, God." Your voice was shaky as you leaned against the couch, spitting out the vile taste of puke. Love's deep, fast and painful breathing filled the air and made you come back to your senses.

You hurried to her and dragged her away from RJ's corpse, not wanting to be near it. She let out a cry when you touched her leg.

"I'm so sorry." She let out a strangled sob. You shook your head, she had nothing to say sorry for. She did what she had to do, what you would've done had she not stopped you and protected you from doing something so horrible.

However, Love was sorry you had seen that side of hers way too soon. Would it scare you away? Would you walk away and leave her there in pain? Would you look differently at her now that you knew what she was capable of? Were you scared? She was sorry you had to witness something so horrible, something she had tried to protect you from so intensely. She had tried so hard not to go down that road again, but there came RJ screwing up her plan. Besides, she'd do anything for the ones she cared about.

"Fuck," You started freaking out again, once again realising the situation you were in. "Your leg- I need an ambulance."

"Are you okay?" Love managed to get out, but you heard how much effort it cost her.

You ignored her and started to gently examine her body, realising you needed to make haste if you wanted to get Love out of pain.

"P-Phone," You stuttered, still in shock, "Where... where is it?"

She let out another sob, "I'm sorry."

"Love! Shut up and tell me where I can find a damn phone in this fucking house so I can call a bloody ambulance and... and the police!" You yelled, filled with panic.

"Love?! Help me out here!"

Love turned around slightly and pointed a finger at the coffee table behind you. You hurried to grab the phone, sliding away in the blood that coated the floor, making you fall against the couch. You unlocked the phone with her help before she stopped you right as you were about to dial 911.

"No, no 911. Call this number." Her trembling hands scrolled through her phone before she pointed at a contact on the now bloody screen.

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You sat on the kitchen counter, watching Love bake your favourites. A lot of time had passed, but your mind still wandered off to the first time you had sat on a kitchen counter with Love so close, and how different things had ended that day. Something you would also never forget? How Love had fiercely fought for her life the moment RJ had grabbed hold of her hair, or how she had ushered you to get out. You could never forget the events of that night. The scar on Love's upper thigh was another strong reminder of what had happened.

But the exact details had disappeared from your mind, just like the alcohol from your system the next morning when you had thrown it all up. You vaguely remember calling a number, but everything that had followed was a mystery to you. Drunken you must have been wise enough to call an ambulance, seeing as you woke up with a patched-up Love sitting by the bed that morning.

What was that saying again? People who go through horrible events together, are bound to get close? Hm, maybe that wasn't a saying, but that was exactly what had happened with you and Love.

A stripe of freshly whipped cream landed on your face, taking you back to reality. To Love.

"Where did you go off to?" She smiled up at you and dropped her whisk to stand between your legs. You let out a content sigh and wrapped your arms around Love's neck, pulling her closer against your chest. Love rubbed soothing circles on your lower back as she let you use her to calm down, something she loved. She loved whenever you showed how comfortable she made you feel, how much her touch calmed you down. It showed her how much you loved her.

You didn't need to answer for her to know where your mind had been. She planted soft kisses against your collarbone while you still refused to let go of her. You squeezed your eyes shut, realising you could've lost the best thing to ever happen to you on that damned night.

"As much as I love being glued to your chest, I do need a breather. You're suffocating me out here, babe."

You let out a soft chuckle, one that matched Love's, grabbed her head and planted a kiss on her forehead before letting her go. Love pulled back, her hands travelling to rest on your knees.

"I love you. We're safe. I will always be around to protect you. Nothing will ever happen again." She spoke the mantra she used whenever you needed reassurance.

You nodded, believing her, and planted a kiss on her lips, "I love you too."

"I will... always... protect you."

You were part of her family now, the best thing she had in her life. No one would ever hurt you again. And, as it seemed, Love had finally gotten what she had dreamed of--

Mornings together. Days together. Nights together. Together with you.

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