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natlovesls2 · 3 months

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You're Lying, Right?

Lando x Fem!Reader x Charles

*ੈ✩‧₊˚warnings: swearing, drinking and mentions of alcohol (might be inaccurate, I don’t drink), format might be weird (this wasn't saving the way I wanted it to),

*ੈ✩‧₊˚word count: 1k

*ੈ✩‧₊˚Summary: Lando and Charles teach you to kiss after you confess that you've never been kissed

.ೃ࿐Request: Idk if you watched the movie Were the Millers?? But can you do imagine where reader never had a first kiss and charles and lando give her her first kiss ?? Like the scene with Jenn Anniston, will poulter, and Emma roberts ???

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The three of you had been drinking for whatever reason, and to be completely honest, you couldn’t exactly remember why the bottles of alcohol had been brought out in the first place. However, you knew the drink in your hand was stronger than the stuff you usually drank, but after the horrible few days you had, it was needed. Its surprisingly sweet smell inviting you to take big gulps. The burn as it passed down your throat numbing the thoughts of your busy life and failed dates. You subconsciously continued to fill your glass with the earthy-fruity liquid, one glass after another– silently watching Charles and Lando interact with one another.

"You're awfully quiet," Lando said from beside you, reaching for your drink to fill it with something new, hesitating when he noticed your slight frown.

"She had a date yesterday; I can only assume it went horribly," Charles added, moving from his spot to lean against the armrest of the sofa.

Lando hummed at the newfound information, disapprovingly shaking his head, deciding you had had enough to drink– knowing another glass would not help alleviate whatever pain you felt. “Don't tell me you're attempting to drown your sorrows with liquor. What even happened on this date of yours?"

"The date itself wasn't the worst; it was actually the best I've had in a while– but when the date ended, he expected a kiss. And I know I have to have my first kiss at some point, but I didn't want to disappoint him."

They stared at you for a long time, letting silence settle in the room– you were suddenly aware of the increased warmth. Regret and embarrassment immediately fill your body, urging you to want to vomit up everything you had been drinking. Of course, you had to have the loosest fucking lips known to man when drunk. Actually, you couldn't fully blame the alcohol; the amount you had consumed only slightly gave you a buzzing feeling– enough to feel tipsy.

“You’re lying, right? I mean, you have to be joking, no?” Lando's small laughter stopped as he noticed your humorless demeanor and sick-looking face– awkwardly clearing his throat, body shifting at Charles's glaring gaze.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone experiences life differently; it just so happens to be that you haven't had your first kiss," Charles nodded in your direction, still glaring at Lando– urging him to add to what he said, hoping to ease your embarrassment.

"Yeah, absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. I mean, some people find that sweet."

"Obviously, my date didn't find it sweet... I'm surprised he didn't laugh in my face. Honestly, it fucking pathetic," you let out a dry laugh, picking at the strings of your ripped jeans. You sighed, looking up in time to notice Lando nudging Charles and nodding in your direction. He mouths something to Lando, which you can't quite make out; you'd never been good at reading lips or people. Lando opened and closed his lips a few times as if having a struggle with himself– unsure if he should say something or let Charles take control of the situation.

"We could always teach you how to kiss," he finally says, watching your face for any sort of reaction, noticing the way your eyes widen at the nonchalantness of his words. "–only if you want to, of course," he quickly adds, sensing your hesitation and overall embarrassment over the situation.

You feel the world around you slow down, the noise slowly dissipating– replaced by a low ringing sound you can't quite place. You barely notice yourself nodding, nervously running your hands down the front of your jeans, attempting to get rid of the clammy feeling– which only increased at the soft touch of Lando's hand on your cheek. "It's weird if you keep your eyes open," he whispered, holding back a laugh, not wanting to make you any more embarrassed than you already were. You closed your eyes and swallowed the little saliva you had– an attempt to calm yourself, finding your mouth extremely dry. Your heart quicked at this; what if the kiss was too dry? The desire to vomit returned and your throat tightened itself as a final attempt to hold everything down.

Lando's hand gently caressed your cheek, trailing down to your jaw, pulling you in closer– his warm breath falling against your skin. His lips hovered over your own for a while before they finally connected in an awkwardly stiff kiss. "It wasn't bad," he reassured you, smiling when he noticed the way your eyes nervously bounced around the room– avoiding his own. "Just relax a bit, don't be too stiff."

He leaned forward again, soft lips moving against your own; in complete contrast to the first kiss, this one was looser– relaxed and something you could see yourself enjoying despite the foreign feeling. His hand moved up to tangle itself in your hair, his tongue lightly running against your bottom lip. You weren't sure if it was the alcohol that finally reached your senses helping you relax, but whatever it was that possessed you to open your lips was definitely on your side. The sweetness of your past drinks mixed with the bitterness of whatever he had been drinking. "See, I told you you just needed to loosen up."

"I don't know... I feel like you're only being nice about it."

"I'll tell you the truth; let's see what Lando has taught you– or if he taught you well," Charles says, his voice reminding you that he had been there watching the whole interaction, sitting beside you on the other side of the sofa.

His warm hand pulls you towards him, connecting his lips against yours in a confident kiss. While Lando's kiss had felt firm and loose– slightly messy, this was a lot more calculated. He pulled you closer, hands moving to gently grip the hair at the nape of your neck. "You can definitely impress your next date."

#lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris fanfic #lando norris x y/n #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc fanfic #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #charles leclerc imagine #lando norris imagine #x reader #f1 x female reader #fem!reader

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 11 months

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may I request an angst with evan buckley

"keep your eyes on me." promt with an established relationship please! but hes been through a lot give him his happy ending please, i love him so much 🫶🏻

Lightning Strike.

28. "Keep your eyes on me."

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here. my soft sweet buck. thank you for this request <3

Pairing - Evan Buckley x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - sad buck. mentions of a sort of panic attack.

Word Count - 500 ish maybe??

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

Buck is the king of putting on a brave face.

Always strong, never faltering. He reassures everyone he's fine time and time again, smiling and cracking jokes. But you see right through him.

You've always been able to read him like a book. You don't even have to try.

After the lightning strike, Buck doubled down on his brave face. He wouldn't let anyone see him upset - not even Eddie. Which is rare. And worrying.

He seems to be coping surprisingly well, desperate to get back to work and resume normal routine. While he's stuck at home, he's been cooking, doing puzzles, watching football. You're greeted with a lovingly cooked meal and a glass of wine every time you walk through the door.

Until today.

Today, you walk into the apartment, and it's dark. No lights on, no TV blaring sound. Nothing.

"Buck?"

Silence.

"Buck? Baby? I'm home," you call.

Now you're worried.

You start striding through the apartment, navigating your way through the darkness. When you hear a sniffle, your head whips around. There's Buck, knees pressed to his chest, jammed in between the nightstand and the wall. He's curled up on the ground, head resting on his arms that are protectively wrapped around his legs.

"Buck? Hey, did something happen?"

"Yeah," he murmurs hoarsely. "I got hit by lightning."

"I remember," you say gently. "Did something happen today?"

"I don't know," he whispers. "I think I've been distracting myself. And today it all came crashing down."

"Talk to me," you urge.

Buck's lip trembles, and so do his hands. Warm, salty tears drip down his face, and his breathing quickens rapidly.

"Hey, hey. Keep your eyes on me, Buck."

He locks his gaze onto yours, and mirrors your breathing carefully. Eventually, he calms down enough to speak.

"I died. I've been so close to death so many times that I'm kinda numb to it. But this time was so real. How am I supposed to go on living my life like nothing happened, when I literally died?"

"You don't have to live like nothing happened, baby," you reassure, moving to sit down in front of him. "No one expects you to do that."

"I just -," he sighs, trying to formulate a coherent thought. "I just don't know how to carry on."

You reach out gently and place a hand on his cheek, wiping away the tears that are spilling over. Your thumb strokes his cheekbone carefully, grounding him back down to Earth.

"I know you're like, totally anti therapy -," you begin, and he laughs. "But talking to a therapist or a trauma counsellor might really help. Or maybe we find a support group. This is LA, there's groups for everything."

"You think there's a lightning strike support group?" he jokes.

"I honestly wouldn't be surprised," you chuckle. "And if there isn't? Well, we'll start one."

"I might be the only person who attends."

"Fine by me," you tease, nudging him lovingly.

You stand up, and offer him a hand. He takes it gratefully, getting up and instantly wrapping his arms around you. He inhales the scent of your vanilla shampoo, and the tension leaves his shoulders rapidly.

"I love you," he murmurs into your hair. "I'm so lucky."

"I'm the lucky one," you reassure. "Well, technically you are, since you got hit by lightning. And survived."

"I've always been one in a million," he chuckles, squeezing you a little tighter.

"Yes, you have. My one in a million, Evan Buckley."

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nkn0va · 2 months

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Ok so Yukari, Marie(P4), Kokonoe and Phonon being unable to use their arms for a while for whatever reason so their s/o needs to feed them, help them change clothes, maybe even wash them.

I'm sorry if this selection of characters is all over the place I just tried to select all the grumpy self reliant women I could think of.

This is surprisingly amusing to think about. I'm fucking flabbergasted it's taken this long to get a P4 ask (I have a P3 one already I've been procrastinating on for days now lmao) but here we are.

Sorry if these start feeling a bit repetitive, this is a more niche ask and there wasn't really much else I could come up with. I still don't know Phonon that well as a character unfortunately so her section ended up being relatively short.

Yukari Takeba

-Chances are, some special shadow did some weird fucky wucky thing and numbed her with some kind of spell the team had never seen before. She was mostly able to dodge out of the way, however it managed to clip her arm.

-Strangely enough, even after the Dark Hour ended, she was still affected, unable to move said arm. Fuuka and Mitsuru would get to investigating this as fast as possible, but until then Yukari would have to cope with this.

-Unfortunately, said paralyzed arm was her dominant one, so she'd need someone to help her out. Thankfully, you were more than willing to help out.

-You'll have to write down her work for her in class and write everything down for her homework. It's a bit of an awkward situation to explain to the teachers so the best you can come up with is that she had a bad chiropractor's appointment that left an arm numb for a while.

-The real awkward situation is when you need to help her change, especially if you're a guy. She really doesn't want anyone else to be around when she'd doing so, however you're realistically her best option. Helping her change is comprised of both of you holding opposite sides of her clothes as she slides into them while you look away. She makes a point that she still has a good arm to clock you if you dare peek at her.

-Naturally until her arm's back to normal, she's not allowed to go into Tartarus. If you left her on her own she'd be bored out of her damn mind, so you choose to stay behind as well to keep her company. Technology unfortunately doesn't work during the dark hour so the two of you pass the time with board games that she's able to play with just her non-dominant hand or good ol' fashioned gossip. She has way more to share than you were originally expecting, giving you a nice reminder to be extra careful to not embarrass yourself in front of her.

-At the very least, she's able to shower on her own, albeit if using just her non-dominant arm is a bit unwieldy. No way in hell though is she letting you jump in the shower with her, even if you're her S/O. She's not nearly ready enough for that.

Marie

-It's kinda hard to choose something for Marie since she doesn't exactly do anything involving the T.V world until the end of the god damn game. Perhaps she took some sort of collateral damage after her boss that injured her arms and made it hurt too much to move them.

-Her pride does not let her admit she needs any help to do anything, she's perfectly capable of functioning normally. At least, until you ask her if she needs help. Her demeanor suddenly becomes a lot more nervous as she stutters out that it'd be nice if you did. She tries to pull the 'it's not because I like you or anything' card, until she realizes that you're her S/O, she can't exactly do that anymore.

-She begrudgingly accepts your help. She does need you to feed her which she will absolutely not allow anyone to see. She's exclusively eating at your house and will refuse to do so otherwise. If you try she'll hurl harsh words your way in a typical Marie fashion.

-It's pretty adorable, honestly, seeing her open wide for each bit of food you give her. If you try to do a here comes the airplane/choo-choo train you're going to get yourself a flurry of angry, near incoherent words as she pouts and looks away. It's pretty hilarious, but don't do that more than once per meal.

-Soon she realizes that she also needs your help to be able to wash herself, mostly because you bring it up first. She instantly turns red as a cherry in the face and tries to slap you, but quickly winces as the harsh pain of trying to move her arm shoots through her body. She reluctantly accepts you have a point.

-Ten minutes later, here you are sitting in your bathroom as Marie's in the tub, letting you wash her back for her. She absolutely refuses to turn around and look you in the eye. It'd probably be best not to lean over to try unless you wanna get a lightning bolt straight to the face.

-Undressing/redressing is a similar process. She demands for you to close your eyes as you hold her clothes in place so she can slip in an out of them. She tries to guide your hands by telling you where to put them, but it's a long awkward process. A lot of "right there! No, you idiot, over here!" is thrown around. Her ability to guide you with your eyes closed is astounding.

-Do not ever let her guide you to some surprise she's got with your eyes closed.

Kokonoe A. Mercury

-Kokonoe was under a pretty big crunch, Sector Seven's top brass had told her to get this extremely complex machine done for whatever the hell they were planning next and the deadline was fast approaching.

-In her rush, she made a grievous mistake that backfired. It ended up severely injuring her arms in the process as she was trying to tinker with it. Thankfully they didn't need to be amputated, but she'd definitely need some time off to heal.

-Being her S/O, she pretty much demanded you helped her out in her daily functions, albeit pretty irked about the situation. She didn't like the idea of being coddled like that.

-She doesn't eat a whole lot normally, just chocolate, silvervine and coffee. On occasion she'll ask you to throw a chocolate from halfway across the room into her mouth. Results vary depending on your accuracy.

-If you want to feed her proper food it'll take some convincing. Just don't tease her for the love of God and just let her eat. If you try teasing her in the same way as mentioned before with Marie you'll be met with a swift headbutt. Though whether that's worth it or not is up to your discretion.

-You'll naturally have to do her laundry for her as well. Chances are it's the first time her clothes have been washed in a while. Helping her dress again means looking down at the ground as she tells you where to guide your hands until she's covered enough for you to look again. On the bright side though, she finally discovers how good it feels to put on fresh clothes. Maybe she should actually start doing her laundry herself more often once she recovers.

-You'll have to fight with Kokonoe quite a bit if you want her to get in the bath her being a cat beastkin with shut-in tendencies. Chances are, she'll just tell you to put some bath bombs in the water and piss off.

Phonon

-EXS can be funny sometimes, and not in a good way. Phonon went a little TOO wild with her powers while she was still getting the hang of them and her sound based abilities fucked up her arms. Moving them felt nigh impossible to do.

-Until this wore off you'd need to help her. She tries to act all high an mighty as part of her dominatrix persona in the Hollow Night, but she's actually surprisingly normal outside of that.

-She's a bit miffed at the situation but she's probably the most cooperative girl here when it comes to letting you assist her overall. She can actually realize the fact that she kinda needs you around, contrary to popular belief. She's self-reliant and confident, but she's not a fool.

-Phonon should be fine overall as long as you don't actively go out of your way to tease her. Try that and she'll promise you're gonna freaking get it the moment she can move her arms again. And considering this is the same young woman that uses a whip in combat...yeah. Best not to fuck around and find out.

-She's a bit more open to helping you wash her thankfully, just as long as you don't try anything funny. Wash her from behind and stay away from anywhere you shouldn't touch. If you do be prepared for a headbutt from behind.

#persona 4 x reader #persona 4 #marie persona #under night in birth #phonon #unib #blazblue #kokonoe mercury #persona 3 x reader #persona 3 #yukari takeba #yukari takeba x reader #headcanon #relationship headcanons #anon ask #answered #blazblue x reader

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roninishere · 8 months

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Can you hold me?

part two to Right now. Giyuu Tomioka x female reader Warnings: mentions of blood and abuse, clear signs of depression, and a lot of feels. No proof reading, grammar mistakes haha. I apologize Summary: Adjusting to your new life and fuck, it’s hard.

‘It feels like a tear in my heart

Like a part of me missing

And I just can't feel it

I've tried and I've tried

And I've tried’

Hearing a very and heavy sigh from Giyuu, you looked up to see him pass out. But, before he could hit the ground, in a blink of an eye, you caught him in your arms.

You now were faster, stronger, and your senses were amplified. It would have to take some getting use to.

Very concerned about him, you concreted, and once you could hear a very steady heartbeat, you stopped yourself from getting worked up. You took this time to take a good look at his face, avoiding to look at scratches you created, and you could tell he was beyond exhausted.

He had dark circles under his eyes and his cheeks were a little sunken in. He wasn’t sleeping nor eating, how could he? He had been worried sick about you. With a sad smile on your face, you picked him up in your arms, and even though it wasn’t a good idea…

In a matter of minutes, you were in the Butterfly Estate, setting him softly on an empty bed. You wanted to stay, stay until he woke up and express how sorry you were, and have him hold you in his arms. Hold and kiss you telling you everything would be okay.

Because it won’t. Going home isn’t an option, not like this, not around Mio. You just couldn’t. Even if it hurt to be away, to possibility be never come back home, or at least for a while. You had to stay away for her protection, and the settling fact that tou indeed may never be with her or Giyuu again.

Numbness overcame your body.

Pressing your now cold lips to his forehead, you gently squeezed his hand ‘Goodbye darling. Thank you for everything.’

Turning to leave with the burning sensation in her eyes, she was brought to a halt when there was a gasp, turning, your indifferent eyes met the Butterfly Pillar. Panicking, you threw open the window, and took off, knowing a hundred percent that she saw you. The new You. Knowing exactly what she’s capable of, you ran as hard as you could.

Nothing darkness overcame you.

‘Tears on my face I can't take it

If lonely is a taste then it's all that I'm tasting

Do you hear my cry?

I cry, oh

Can you hold me?

Can you hold me in your arms?’

Here you were. Your hands tied up, resting on your lap as there was a thick piece of cloth? Of some sort of material around your mouth, and tied around your head. Looking around your surroundings, it was pitch black as you gently pat the oddly familiar tatami mat. Where the hell were you?

Putting the pieces together, Shinobu must’ve knocked you out. You honestly were surprised considering the similar situation with the Kamado siblings and how she didn’t hesitate them to attack them.

You were like sisters after all though.

Maybe seeing that you hadn’t had any flesh or blood, she couldn’t kill you.

“I know you all must have questions about why I called this meeting,” Your head snapped to the Masters voice that was slightly muffled by the doors you assumed that were in front of you. A feeling of uneasiness took over your body as you realized who was there with him. All of the hashira.

Anxiety filled your head as thought of what could possibly happen. “Amane, dear, can you please introduce our guest.”

Hearing those soft footsteps, you calm down, but you still breathed heavily with all of the sudden burning sensation in the back of your throat. When those sliding doors open; there was multiple gasps, mixed emotions, and the room was dead silent for about two minutes.

The only thing you could hear was your heavy breathing.

“Tomioka! I thought you said you found her ALIVE?!” Sanemi and Obanai went with their normal shenanigans, blaming and picking on your husband.

Rage pulsed through your veins, how could they possibly blame this on him? You being a demon was no one’s fault, but honestly your own. Giyuu eyes never left yours as the last forty-eight hours were just a fucking roller coaster of emotions for him.

He was just grateful that you weren’t dead, and didn’t feed into the temptation.

You felt a flash of irritation as your temper sparked. Getting to your feet, with a flick of your wrist, the snap of the rope around your wrists caught the attention of some, concerned of the worst as you untied the material around your mouth. Before Tengen and Kyojuro could get to their feet, in a blink of an eye, you stood in front of Giyuu.

“S…s….” Even though you physically couldn’t speak, your body language spoke for you. Your eyebrows pressed firmly together, creating a crease, you snarled at the two males with your little hands balled up into tight fists that resulting in you once again digging your nails into your palms, your fangs out.

Anger was just pouring out of you.

Not at all were you affected by all the humans around you, just once again, protecting your husband, basically warning Sanemi and Obanai to back off. Just like old times.

After Aname whispered to Master of the situation, he softly said “Fascinating.”

“This all so sad,” Gyeomi had tears down his cheeks as Mitisuri and Shinobu couldn’t believe their eyes.

The wind pillar was bewildered by this, another demon that wasn’t trying to murder everyone in this room. Another Nezuko case. Though he envied you, he still had so many mixed emotions on this. You were still a fellow Hashira, someone that he had respect for and thought was great fighter. How could this have happened?

Sanemi brought up the elephant in the room, “There’s no Fucking way,” Obanai had been speechless this whole time, how? “And how about being around blood?”

Taking a step to the side, you felt a hand on your shoulder and turned to the Water Hashira with light in those pretty blue eyes you loved so much. “Trust me.”

Slightly confused, you tilted your head to the side before he took out his sword and cut his wrist. The same way Sanemi did with Nezuko a while back. As he held his wrist just inches away from your face, you went your mouth get watering.

Blood. Flesh. Blood. Flesh. Just a little bit.

‘If you want to be the strongest. Feed into the temptation.’ That fucking voice again AH!

That pained ragged breathing came back as your dig your fingers of one hand into your arm, feeling pain, your own pain, taking away some of the temptation. As every drop fell to the ground, it was like time had slowed down, so much of it.

NO! Remember! Mio, Giyuu, my family. You don’t need it, fight the temptation. Fight the temptation! You’re not a killer. You can still be good, a protector, a demon slayer still. Remember my little girl, my husband, my everything.

“You breathe life into my existence, making every moment worth living.” His voice from the night before echoed in your head over and over as your blood thirsty eyes were now calm, and locked into his. Without hesitation, you tore a piece of your old dirty demon slayer top, the bottom, and you wrapped it around his wrist, tying it to help the bleeding.

‘Tomioka, Y/N will be able to resume her duties in the demon slayer corps.’ That was the deciding factor, you could have been more grateful.

‘Just wrap me in your arms, in your arms

I don't wanna be nowhere else

Take me from the dark, from the dark

I ain't gonna make it myself

Put your arms around me

Let your love surround me

I am lost

I am lost’

It didn’t make it any easier though.

Being away from your family caused you to slowly fall into a depression. You had to constantly remind yourself that it was for the best, and maybe there would be a way to fix it, even if you didn’t truly believe it yourself. This is all for the best. For their safety.

But fuck, all you wanted was to be wrapped up in Giyuus arms and to hold your baby girl.

“Y/N.”

Seeing that Amane held the Hashira meetings at night, it was easy for you to just leave after the meetings. It’s not like you’d ignore everyone, you just were lost in your head. Since you were now a demon, you knew that some of them cared about you still, but it was sympathy now. It’s the way they looked at you, they pitted you. Not wanting anyone’s sympathy or pitty, you just would quietly find yourself out in the opposite direction.

Giyuus monotone brought you to a halt instantly, but your heart still would pump so hard against your chest. Turning to face him, you fought the urge to grab him by his haori and kiss him, but instead forced a smile, half of it genuine because you had really missed him. Clearing your throat, you wanted to try something you had been working on with Tamayo and Yushiro.

“…Hi.” Quite surprised yourself, you felt a rush of excitement as you flashed your smile at him, fangs and all.

Your fangs idiot.

Realizing how ridiculous you most likely looked, your hand flew up to your mouth covering it as you blushed hard apologizing. This version of you, you hated it. An even though your husband had too many bad memories with demons, he’d still take this version of you then you being dead.

A chuckle left his lips as he reached out, wrapping his soft slender fingers around your wrist, pulling it away from your face “Don’t be. It’s the first time in months you’ve actually smiled.”

Busted.

Well what did you except? Your husband knew you all too well. His other hand cupped your chin, forcing you look up in his pretty dark blue eyes. You swore that they would trap you in a trance, causing you to go weak.

“…it’s hard to find anything worth smiling about anymore,” your words were unexpected even for you, you eyes widen at how blunt you were before realizing that this is a very bad idea. Your breath quickened as you began to panic. Quickly taking his hands in your own, you gave them a gentle squeeze, “..I.have to go.”

Just when you went to turn to flee, his hand tighten around yours, causing you jerk back. Although you could easily get out of his hold, a part of you didn’t.

So you didn’t. You were grateful that the two of you were outside the Estate walls, far from everyone.

You let out a shaky sigh, your shoulders dropping in defeat before you turned back you, your empty eyes looked in his. You knew that he knew about the state of depression you had fell into.

He had seen you go into it before.

“Please don’t go, don’t do this to yourself.” He quietly begged, as he squeezed your hand. Just when you thought he could be anymore adorable, when he begs, you can’t help grow weak.

Isolation. No one would hear from you for weeks, and even though you’d say you were with Tamayo and Yushiro, it was a lie, you weren’t with them that often.

But you never meant for anyone to worry about you, so you were going to just lie your way out of this conversation that you wanted to avoid “…I don’t have anywhere to go, you know that,” you paused briefly before whispering “…im okay-y…. Really.”

I don’t have anywhere to go. I’m not okay.

‘If I ain't got you here

If I ain't got you, I ain't got nothing at all’

Yet you thought it was the best, the decision to never come back home, and though it probably was, the Water Hashira hated it. You had made that decision, without him. However, even he hated it, he knew it’s to protect Mio, even if that meant from yourself. Even if that meant torturing yourself for as long as you needed to.

His hand soften around your wrist, sliding his fingers in between yours as he brushed a few strands of your hair behind your ear. Another blush came across your cheeks as his warm hand brushed lightly against your skin.

Your heart was pounding so hard you swore he could hear it, but he could hear the softest short breaths leave your lips.

“I know you well enough to know when you’re lying.”

Busted again.

When would you learn to stop lying to him?

“Y..yeah..,” you laced your fingers together as your other hand reached out to lay on his chest, but instead played with the ends of his Haori out of nervousness “…I-I just want…to c-come home…just like how things were before.”

Your eyes dropped to where your hands playing with his haori, but you still had that scary blank expression on your face “…Being away from you two is like someone ripping my heart out of my chest, and just…feeling numb.”

Honestly. I think I’d take death over this, she thought

He hadn’t heard you talk like this for YEARS, and it twisted his stomach in knots, and not the good kind. “…what if there is no cure? Tamayo said that I could start forgetting my past, I already I don’t remember anything from my childhood…”

Running his hand through your hair, he bent down and kissed your forehead as he gave your hand a squeeze “That’s kind of a relief, I wouldn’t want you to remember that.”

“…how come?”

“Let’s just say, when we met, you were mentally and physically damaged.” Those were the best words he could describe even though your family were horrible people. He remembers all the times you training together to be swordsman, when you would try to hide the bruises from him. However despite everything going on in your household, you never failed to smile or live in the moment with him. That was one of the many things he admired about you.

‘Can you hold me?

Can you hold me?

Can you hold me in your arms?

In your arms’

The last time he heard you talk like this, you were fifteen, just a few weeks away from joining him at not only being sixteen, but as a Hashira too. That was until you stopped showing up to your training sessions, and delivering him a message from your crow, that you were quitting the corps. Telling him how sorry you were to disappoint him, telling him that you were grateful for every moment you shared. That you weren’t marrying him as you promised. Saying goodbye my love.

Goodbye my love?

You were leaving? Had he done something wrong? Did something happen?

This was all so sudden, out of nowhere. Feeling his insides twist and turn, he searched out for you. There has to be an explanation.

He found you at your favorite place to see cherry blossoms, you had your back to him as you sat on the bench. You didn’t have any of your things with you?

You never turned to him, or said anything. You must’ve been in deep thought.

When he walked around the bench, The sight of you made his heart drop into his stomach; you were nearly unrecognizable. Yellow and purple bruising all over your neck, leading up to your face. Your once pump lips were swollen with multiple cuts that looked so painful.

Seeing that your hair fell over your face, he inhaled before brushing your hair behind your ears. His eyes widen as anger welled up in his chest. Your right eye was swollen shut with nasty purple bruising on your skin and just under your left one, your cheek was swollen. Cuts all over your face, and your nose has looked like it had been broken and you attempted to snap it back in place.

“You shouldn’t have come.” Your eyes-well eye never left the cherry blossom as your voice was laced with monotone. The look on your face so unreadable…it was empty. Your happy beautiful eyes were so dull, like someone snatched the light out of them.

Giyuu didn’t have to ask who did it, he already knew, this wasn’t the first time he’d seen you like this. His breathing was uneven for multiple reasons; he had to get you to a doctor right away, his anger was growing by the second, and he was so worried about not only your physical well being, but your mental state.

“You knew I would anyways,” his voice was soft. “hey, talk to me,” he begged, and you swore those pretty blue eyes will get you to admit anything. “what’s running through that pretty head?” Running his hand through your hair, he found another cut near your scalp. A deep one.

Your monotone never changed nor did your eye “how much I want to die,” his eyes darted back to your as he went his chest tighten as your honestly. “I went and saw my parents, I told them I was going to be a Hashira and gunna get married. But I’ll never amount to anything in my life. I’ll never be a good Hashira, or a wife.”

You tried to make amends with them, but how much it backfired. But the reality was, you were weak around them, especially your father, the trauma fucked you up so bad that you never fought back. Even when you knew how to.

“Y/N, look at me,” he hated what you said about yourself, cause those were your fathers words, not yours. “Please,” your gaze from the cherry blossom fell to the beautiful dark ocean blue eyes in front of you “those are his words, not yours. You know none of that is true. You’re the most talented, strong, beautiful person I’ve ever met. You’re going to be a Hashira, and a great wife and an amazing mother one day,” his thumb gently brushed your bruised cheek.

“Remember when you pulled me out of the darkness?” You nodded as he continued “I will pull you out too, just come back to me. Come back to the light. Don’t let them control you. You only have control over your own life.”

Come back to me. Come back to the light.

Those words echoed in your head, and your hand gently tugged at his wrist, like you had something to tell him, but all he needed to see what’s how soft your eyes got with a whimper of pain.

“Besides,” the squeeze from you brought him back to reality, “If you forget, I’ll tell you all about it over and over. And over again.” He promised.

Though you did appreciate it, it still didn’t bring you any comfort to what could happen in the near future. Giyuu knew that as well, he knew you were hurting. He knew that being away was literally ripping you apart in the inside. The further you were away from them, the further away you were from yourself.

“..thank you,” you forced a small smile before reaching up on your tippie toes, pressing your lips against his cheek for a moment. Pulling back, you brushed your thumb against his hand “…I should get going.”

Feeling your touch slid away, he knew it’s be a few months until he’s going to see you again, at the next Hashira meeting. He knew you’d go back to isolation, falling deeper into your depression. You turned to leave feeling that too familiar feeling in your chest. ‘You both breathe life into my existence, making every moment worth living.’

“…take care of yourself and Mio-o…” overwhelming guilt and sadness washed over you.

Hearing your voice crack, he set his hand on your shoulder as he gently grabbed your chin, forcing you to face him with tears streaming down your cheeks. Sucking in a deep shaky breath, you couldn’t stop the tears, but a part of you truly didn’t want to stop them.

‘Yeah, yeah

Yeah, I feel like it's just me, like it's just me

What it gon' take? What it gon' be?

I don't even know

(It's not just you)

But I'm lonely

Feeling like I don't even know me, I don't even know me

(I feel it too)

Gotta have you, gotta see you

(You're the only thing I have to think about

The only one I that can't live without)

I see you

(I need you, need you to hold me now)’

Why were you so weak?

It had been fourteen months, seven days, ten hours, twenty-three minutes, and now thirteen seconds since you last were home. Since you last were with your family. Last time you held little Mio. Over a year now? Mio is now over three and a half years old, walking and talking now. And you’ll never see any of it.

Why is this world so beautiful yet cruel?

Had you not given it your all?

Why did it have to be like this?

Brushing your tears away with his thumbs, he couldn’t help to feel a little bit of panic run through his body when the silent night was interrupted by your sobs. Feeling your hands wrap around his wrists, he pulled you into a tight embrace as you let it all out. His chin rested on top of your head, a slight wave relief running through his body when you wrapped your arms around him, feeling you bury your head in the crook of his neck.

After several minutes of him tracing shapes, ‘I love you’s’, and ‘it’s okay’s’ on the small of your back, you fell under the unfamiliar fuzziness feeling of his touch, your pain sobs replaced by heavy deep breaths.

“Come back to me, come back to the light.” He whispered when he turned his head, his lips pressed into your hair, near your right earlobe.

‘if I ain't got you

If I ain't got you

I ain't got nothing. Can you hold me?

I ain't got nothing

If I ain't got you

I ain't got you

If I ain't got you

I'm lonely. Can you hold me?

If I ain't with you I'm lonely

I'm lonely

I need you. Can you hold me in your arms?

I need you’

Come back to me. Come back to the light.

You’ve heard that before, no? Why did it feel some familiar to you?

Pulling your head back enough to lock your glossy eyes with his dark ocean eyes, you could feeling your heart beating hard against your chest “O..Okay-y.” You spoke ever so softly, like a feather gently falling on the ground.

He gulped seeing how close the two of you were and he didn’t know why, but you were so pretty, despite your eyes red and puffy, tear stains on your cheeks. You always are so pretty to him, in any state that you were in, he swore he would never stop falling in love with you. Your quivering pump lip was calling to him, he swore of it.

The way your big beautiful eyes looked into his…so hopeful and loving. Would it be wrong? In this situation? Inappropriate? Would you push him away? Would he just make things worse?

Those doubts and fear were washed away when you took him by surprise, kissing him. In shock, he widen his eyes for a couple of seconds before he closed his eyes to those familiar butterflies in his tummy feeling. His hand tangled itself in your hair as your soft lips moved against his own. Your kisses were so soft, almost teasing him, but he knew that you were just scared of hurting him.

‘Can you hold me? Can you hold me? Can you hold me in your arms?

Feel like it's just me, like it's just me. Can you hold me?

What it gon' take? What it gon' be?

I don't even know, I don't even know

But I'm lonely, lonely. Can you hold me?

Feel like I don't even know me

Feels like I don't even know me. Can you hold me in your arms?

I don't even know me ‘

But he wanted more, he whined against your lips as he nibbled down. Hesitating, you opened your mouth slowly just to have Giyuu shove his tongue in your own mouth. Your hands were pinned against his chest when he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you tight to him, leaving not even an inch between the two of you. As he explored your mouth, you moaned at the feeling of bliss. You swore you were in heaven.

“…I love y-you.” You gasped when he trailed kisses down your jaw and neck, sneaking a hand at the nape of his neck, tugging at his loose hairs, pulling more out of his loose ponytail.

‘I love y-you.’ Those words leaving your mouth make him all warm and fuzzy. Pulling back, you giggle softly at how red his cute pale cheeks were.

Fourteen months, eight days, twelve hours, fifty minutes, and three seconds since he last heard you say that, the last you actually smiled, the last time you were truly happy, and when he last saw that bright light in your eyes.

“I love you too my love.”

Definitely not want to originally wanted to write, but I saved it for part three! I didn’t want to go past two parts, but I couldn’t myself! I will try to post part three soon! Another shout to @unofficialmuilover because my brain in scattered 24/7 hah. Enjoy and love y'all!

#demon slayer x reader #giyuu x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #giyuu tomioka #kny giyuu #demon slayer

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floralembarrassment · 1 year

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Observations (1/1) (jegulus)

"Regulus," James asked tentatively. They had been sitting in quiet companionship for a little while, and even though Regulus had a book in his hands he had only been staring at the wall. James had caught him doing that a lot lately. "Reg," he said again with a bit more emphasis when Regulus didn't respond.

Regulus blinked slowly, and turned his head to look at James, though he wouldn't let their eyes meet. In fact, Regulus was looking past him and not even at him. "Hmm?" Regulus said as a reply.

James took a deep breath, building his courage. "Regulus is everything alright? I've noticed you've been sort of off lately." He asked. God that sounded so stupid now, and he kicked himself for how much practice he needed to be able to say it.

"Oh yes I'm fine James," Regulus replied robotically.

"It's just that... well Regulus I'm worried about you." James breathed out. He wasn't sure when he started holding his breath but he knew his heart had not been beating properly for several weeks now.

"What's there to be worried about?" Regulus said. His tone was flat and his expression blank, but his lips betrayed him as they were pressed too firmly together and exposed a tightly clenched jaw.

"You've just not seemed yourself, and well you- you haven't been eating or drinking really, and you don't really want to go out anymore, and and you've been extra tired, and honestly Reg, you've been staring at the wall for the last 45 minutes..." James finally just rushed it all out.

"Oh," is all Regulus said. He dropped his eyes to his lap where his book laid open to a page he isn't sure if he had read several times or not at all. All his anxieties were at the surface now, and he couldn't keep it together anymore. He started to cry, well only one tear slipping over his cheek, and was angry with himself for not being able to hold it together any longer.

"Reg," James said emphatically. He got up and moved across the room, crouching down in front of Regulus, who just shook his head. "Talk to me," James prompted, taking Regulus' hands in his.

Regulus wanted to tell him everything. Tell him about his nightmares, about the older students who wouldn't leave him alone, about how Sirius just spit in his face when he tried to talk to him, about how terrible the summer had been, about how he deserves it all anyway. About, about, about... but he couldn't. He opened his mouth but nothing came out. He closed it and tried again. Still nothing.

Regulus sucked in a long breath, holding it in his lungs to get himself to stop crying and shake himself out of this. To make himself numb again. "I'm just really tired, and you know it's a test year so just stressed about doing well." While these weren't lies, it wasn't the only reason he wanted so desperately to escape.

"Uh- are you sure?" James asked, eyebrows thoroughly furrowed. Concern laced over his face, in the twist of his lips, the taught pull of his cheek, webbed over his eyes. He had just watched Regulus cry and not be able to speak for several moments, but Regulus couldn't worry about that now. Regulus swallowed hard, "yep, maybe I'll actually go for a lie down." Regulus stood abruptly, and before James could challenge him, he moved swiftly in the direction of his dorm, leaving James feeling even more helpless.

#jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders #james x regulus #fanfic #harry potter #regulus black #james potter #marauders era #regulus arcturus black #james fleamont potter #fluff and angst #hurt/comfort

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I don't know how to feel about Wilbur. Don't get me wrong, support Shelby, but it's like.. a depressing feeling of sorts, like I just can't bring myself to be mad, disappointed or sad anymore. At this point all YouTube is to just watch people you thought were gonna be great either quit, ruin their own lives by either killing their body for fame or preying on their own fans because they thought they would never get caught. And honestly my only reaction is just thinking who's next? Who am I just gonna stop watching in the future? I've seen people from the Warriors Fandom, a fandom about CATS. Have some of the most disgusting people. And I've been let down before.

Everything feels too close together, YouTuber after YouTuber gets called out for a disgusted act and it just feels like it's happening too fast. And if you watch as many channels as I do, it feels like a big chance just for two of your most watched to just explode with controversy and proof of what they did.

We're watching the world burn inside of the internet, something that was supposed to take our minds off real life, but it's just turned into a dumpster fire. I guess things never go out in the intended way anyways but, the internet is a big example of that.

(And for some reason at least for me, it's mainly the people who write songs / animations that do it. I don't know why)

At this point my only hope from big YouTubers is Kwite. Considering he could actually prove himself innocent and bounce back like a madman.

Your feelings are totally valid, dude. Honestly, I'm also numb to this whole situation, considering I'm used to these situations because of um. Yeah, the gacha community. But that's a whole different topic.

It feels like a routine at this point, people getting exposed left and right for being horrible people, which is good, but like. Why were you all horrible people in the first place? Can't you all learn to be better people?

Not just Wilbur. Everyone is in danger to be exposed for their horrible actions, even me. People just need to learn to be better and not do crimes.

#mod togo #mod rambles #wilbur soot cw #wilbur soot #fuck wilbur soot

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qqueenofhades · 2 years

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Hey, i just wanna say thank you for your political posts because this is the first time in literal years that i've felt any sort of understanding of the american political system and why shit is as bad as it is. Honestly I've even come out of reading a lot of then with optimism as weird as that may sound, because it seems like things CAN be made better and thats something i really needed to know.

So yeah uh, thanks. I guess.

Aha, you're welcome. I do try. There is so much toxic and illiterate political misinformation out there, from both right and left, that I am not always sure how much good it does, but at least I'm saying it, so, yeah. Ever since I started posting more regularly about politics, my block list has grown exponentially and looking at my notes is often an.... interesting.... experience, but there you have it.

The last six years have been unprecedented in American history, and even if we've grown more or less numb to the constant cavalcade of disasters, we shouldn't normalize them. Nor should we think that everything is totally fucked and beyond any kind of fixing. That sort of "nothing matters so just either give up or put all your hopes in a fantasy revolution to fix everything!" thinking is never going to do any good for anyone, and it's not even reflective of what's really going on. It's hard to tell among all the GOP screaming and extremism and threats, but 2022 is (at least thus far) representing the first sustained move away from Trumpism that we've seen since Trump first got elected. Things are getting better, and if there's a good result for Democrats in November, they have a chance to continue doing so. Even the professional liberal handwringers and concern trolls extraordinaire at MSNBC just ran this graphic:

Yes, the Republicans are so dangerous that they can't be allowed to get anywhere near power again, and I worry that too much of the country doesn't see that (and will be helped out by Democratic voter apathy, but we did just have that barn-busting result in deep red Kansas, so... yeah, I think Team Blue is paying attention). Yes, the Supreme Court will kill us all if it doesn't get fixed, and soon. But people who are acting like "oh it doesn't matter that the FBI raided Mar-a-Lago, nothing is going to happen" like... what? The reason the Republicans are screaming about how it has never happened before is because it has never happened before. Because while we have had shitty terrible crime-adjacent ex-presidents before, none of them have been as bad as Trump. We don't know what yet, but this means something. I have been as skeptical of Garland as anybody, and I'm still waiting to see what comes when the J6 committee finishes its hearings. But this increases the public pressure for accountability, and the FBI followed up the raid by seizing cellphones belonging to Trumpy members of Congress (including coup-supporting GOP PA Rep. Scott Perry). The recovered documents are reportedly so sensitive that the FBI had no choice but to send in the gang to execute a search warrant, signed by a Trump-appointed federal judge and a Trump-appointed FBI director. Welp.

Anyway, the point is: boy, do I also struggle with the "things are terrible and there's nothing to be done" mindset. But it isn't true, the people who are telling you that have a vested interest in your disempowerment, and for all its flaws and failings, there's absolutely no reason we have to abandon our venerable old democracy to the absolute worst of what America has to offer. People voted en masse in Kansas and defeated Republican extremism -- IN KANSAS! There are some great progressive Democrats running for Senate, and getting just a few more will rid us of having to kowtow to God Emperor Joe Manchin and Grand Vizier Kyrsten Sinema every single time we want a bill passed. And we got that whole above list of accomplishments done in the worst possible political circumstances, so, uh. Maybe the Democrats actually do know what they're doing, just a little. (Also, I will personally pay ten dollars to anyone who can actually, thoroughly, and satisfactorily explain to me how the Democrats "are really a right wing party!!!" Just saying).

So yes. Things can get better. Things ARE getting better. Things can continue to get better if we continue to act in a way that makes that possible. Etc etc my favorite quote about how to engage with a flawed and frustrating reality: "you are not obliged to complete the work, but nor are you free to abandon it." Because. Indeed.

#anonymous #ask #politics for ts

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very soon (when i hit the 2 week mark) i'll be able to start changing my bandages myself. WOO (((except not woo because im reasonably paranoid about my nipples falling off no matter how much i know what im doing but itll be ok))))

AND I GET TO TAKE AN ACTUAL SHOWER AGAIN WOOOOO. i got suggestions about using cling wrap (smart) but i got scared💀so ive been doing (painfully arduous) sponge baths and washing my hair in the sink.

i took off my ace bandage and vest for like an hour today to wash the vest and it was a little hard to enjoy myself while being ****scared*** about getting something dirty or putting too much strain on things. cuz after all the vest holds everything together.

also my skin the vest covered was like one of the circles of hell if there was a circle of hell for itchiness. i washed it kind of and put on aquaphor and that's felt better👍

((ik there's so many surgeons that will let u take the vest off entirely after a week, but as far as ive seen every single direction differs between surgeons lolol))

i have to sleep on my back for the next 4 weeks (pain)

nothing hurts anymore honestly😭it's pretty numb, and sore in very specific places but i've thrown away my prescription pain meds lol. i'd say there's only the issue of my arms getting EXTREMELY worn out after a while because me, being scared (this is a trend), hunches my shoulders and when doing literally anything overworks my arm muscles in order to protect my chest. (i should probably chill tf out but it's me yk)

no matter what top i wear my chest is completely flat even w the ace bandage and that is the sort of happiness i cant grasp or explain well ((((as if i can explain my emotions well at all ever))), but every human proof/account of happiness that exists in recorded history combined doesn't do justice how happy i am

#i take being careful to the next level lol #↱k.tm #top surgery

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chickalupe · 6 months

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Feeling very down right now, just want to vent...

(Treating this like my old Livejournal since I don't really have anywhere else I can complain LMAO)

I've been out of work since August after completely running out of FMLA.

Between getting severe COVID in February and being out recovering for 6 weeks -- and then with Long COVID making the chronic fatigue and migraines I already had even worse -- I ended up missing so much work that I used all the time FMLA allowed before the year was even half over.

I'm living with my parents now and don't really have income except my savings; honestly most days I don't have the physical or mental spoons to even contemplate applying for even a part-time remote position yet. Thankfully I also have a retirement fund I am slowly cashing in, even if that also isn't really sustainable long-term. (But me losing my insurance will definitely be an issue soon when I run out of refills for my prescription meds...)

I'm aware that I've been pretty isolated since August; I've gotten maybe like two texts from former co-workers. I'm mostly asleep during the daytime and don't drive, so going out is hard. The person I consider my BFF is out of state and is busy with their own life. The only people I talk to most days are my Mom and Dad. (Admittedly, I am also pretty terrible about calling or texting people!) Tumblr has thus been the majority of my social interaction, for good or ill.

On top of all that, my birthday is this Friday and I always find myself depressed anyway this time of year. Like, it's probably half Seasonal Affective Disorder, and half a reminder that I'm a year older and having mixed feelings about where I am in life, IDK... But the current situation of *gestures vaguely at everything* isn't helping. So I am very blergh in general.

My parents and I had made vague plans a couple weeks ago that we could all go out for dinner on my actual birthday; nothing fancy, maybe the nearest sit-down Mexican restaurant. I was kinda looking forward to it. Mom just informed me that she is now unavailable after 5pm on my b-day itself since she offered to babysit kids for someone in their church that evening and night. We can't do it tomorrow night either, because Mom & Dad will be at a craft show from 4pm to 10pm.

And... it's fine, I guess. I'm disappointed but I'm an adult. I'm not gonna throw a tantrum or yell and cry or try to guilt her about it. She brought me flowers from the grocery store as a sort of peace offering and says we can still have cake or whatever. We'll probably do something on Saturday instead.

But EVERY YEAR, it's something. Last year, it was the cheesecake I asked for as a birthday cake getting dropped on the way into the house from the car; over half of it was smushed and then Dad stole the best remaining slice for himself. The two years before that, it was during the worst of the pandemic so I just had mediocre delivery food. I literally cannot remember the last birthday I really enjoyed in over a decade and half.

Another big source of anxiety right now -- we found out have 60 days to move since the leasing company is selling this house. So we have to find a new place, be packed and then move by January. Meanwhile home inspectors, realty agents and potential buyers are walking through while we're still living here, and it's super stressful. Words can't express how much I hate strangers being here any and all days of the week.

I guess I'm feeling a bit sorry for myself. I'm not trying to be whiny or woe-is-me, but my mental health right now is uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Not Great (tm) 😅. I do try hard to be positive but it just takes so much energy and I'm stressed and a little numb.

Not really sure how to end this. I just really needed to put it all in writing as a journal-type situation so that I don't end up crying in real life LOL.

Current Mood: burnt-out 😑

Current Music: HGTV playing in the background

#personal #don't reblog #personal don't reblog #vent post #life update

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cosmic-kinglet · 9 months

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Okay. There's quite a bit to talk about from BOTH channels.

Starting with SaMS, there's Lunar's current mental state. All he seems to want to do is run. I'm not an expert in any of this sort of thing, but he may, somewhere deep inside, not feel safe in the daycare or Pizzaplex. He may have this feeling of wanting to run away, but having no clue where else to go, he just runs laps. There may also just be general adrenaline, possibly because of both feeling unsafe and being dead for a long time. Also, he says he feels numb, but there was also definitely frustration in his voice as he was trying to explain his feelings/lack thereof. It could be that he's frustrated simply by the fact that he doesn't feel anything and can't seem to explain it. It could also be that he IS feeling something, but he just can't quite figure out what he's feeling, which may lead to thinking that he feels numb. Personally, I know how it feels to be experiencing a great amount of stress while also being unable to reach that stress in my mind in order to express it. I mean, he doesn't even feel like playing games he used to love. I know I've experienced an unexplainable lack of interest in things because of both intense stress AND the numbness that can come immediately after an intense burst of emotion. I hadn't thought of it before beginning this post, but he may just be feeling overwhelmed by everything that's happened within less than a day. He comes back after being dead for months, almost immediately after waking up, he hears the voice of the person who both abused him AND killed him, he travels through space, returns to the Pizzaplex and immediately finds out about a sister he knew nothing about, promptly learns that Moon (the person he was closest to next to Monty) is not the same Moon that he knew before, he reunites with his brothers, finds out that Eclipse is dead, and is expected to just be completely fine after ALL of that. I really hope that Lunar will be able to get a bit of help from someone. It was honestly heartbreaking to see him show absolutely zero interest in playing Kingdom Hearts, or any game at all. I want to say that I hope Earth talks to him, but I sort of have the feeling he may be somewhat resistant to receiving help or therapy from someone he doesn't know at all. I really think the best thing might be for him to just have some time to himself (once he wears himself out from running, that is), so he can just try to feel like he's alive again.

Okay, that was already long, but I NEED to talk about today's Monty and Foxy video as well. I'm really not sure that that's Foxy anymore. I don't know if it's still Foxy's body, but it's been overtaken by something/someone OR if this isn't Foxy at all. Not only is he DEFINITELY trying to sabotage Monty, but his speech is so monotone and robotic. The inflections in his voice are completely unnatural, and the Foxy we've seen up until now has been far more supportive of Monty than he probably should have been. He's always been especially supportive when it's come to Monty's relationship with Earth. I really don't know what to make of it.

Also, quick note, I acknowledge that Monty was completely wrong to try and hide things about themself and their life from Earth. Still, I do feel bad because he was so willing to try and become better for her. Other than the breaking-and-entering in that one restaurant, I can't think of many (completely) terrible illegal things that Monty's done since meeting Earth. The effort they've been making is clear from the simple fact that, despite how badly they wanted to, they didn't hurt Foxy after Earth left. They didn't even break any furniture. All of this is to say, even if she can't forgive what Monty's done in the past, I hope Earth will be willing to give them one more chance.

#the sun and moon show #monty gator and foxy show

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raised-u-fr0m-perdition · 1 year

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the girl that kindness forgot | 5

TALK ABOUT IT SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW

Quote of the chapter: “What’s that for? A sort of Boy Scout agent swearing thing you’ve learnt?”

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"What's a piano doing in my living room?" Lockwood fumed, glaring at me while I was finishing a mug of coffee.

"Place was feeling a little numb. The piano made it more homely."

"This is my home. It's already homely, that's why it's called a home- you know what? I can't be asked. Where's George?" He left the room, leaving me in the living room. I ran my hand lightly over my dad's old piano, my thumb stroking our names carved into the right hand corner, filled in with gold ink. It was beautiful, made with mahogany. I pulled the stool out, taking the cover off carefully and running my hands over the keys. And that's when I thought about our song. That beautiful song that we made our own. That's when my hands started to play and I started singing the words.

“I walked across an empty land I knew the pathway like the back of my hand I felt the earth beneath my feet Sat by the river and it made me complete

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone? I'm getting tired and I need someone to rely on

I came across a fallen tree I felt the branches of it looking at me Is this the place we used to love? Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone? I'm getting old and I need something to rely on

And if you have a minute why don't we go Talk about it somewhere only we know? This could be the end of everything So why don't we go Somewhere only we know Somewhere only we know

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone? I'm getting old and I need someone to rely on So tell me when you're gonna let me in I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

And if you have a minute why don't we go Talk about it somewhere only we know? 'Cause this could be the end of everything So why don't we go Somewhere only we know? Somewhere only we know…” I reached up to wipe a tear, but something stopped me.

"What's that awful song?" Lockwood had appeared again, but Lucy was behind him, trying to whisper something urgently. "Honestly, you could play anything, Bach, Mendelssohn, Einaudi and you choose that?"

"Lockwood!" Lucy snapped, eyes steely. "Can I have a word with you outside?"

"Like- outside, outside?"

"Out. Side." She took Lockwood outside, slamming the door. I ran upstairs, closing my suitcase and picking up my jacket, putting it on before calling my chauffeur, walking downstairs.

"Thanks, Marco." I cut the call, and found George on the landing.

"Where are you going?" The look on my face said enough, and then the truth dawned upon him.

"He insulted it, didn't he?" I nodded, fighting back tears. "I bet Lucy's having a right go at him right now, and speaking of which, so should I. Just... take care of yourself, yeah?"

"Thanks, George." I went out of the front door, and sat in my car with my driver, unnoticed by either Lucy or Lockwood.

"Do you have any idea what you just did?!" Lucy scolded, folding her arms.

"Insulting a stupid song."

"That's no stupid song. Artemis' father used to sing it to and with her all the time. It was their song. And they didn't even get a proper goodbye, so you've been a real flippant jerk." Lockwood had a brutal realisation of what he did. He had plenty of memories of his parents and every mention of them broke him inside bit by bit. And his rival was suffering the same losses and he tore her right down to the ground.

"I..." For the first time, he had no words.

"You need to apologise to her."

"Lockwood!" George was running down the steps, and he looked mad too. "Artemis just left and you didn't even notice!"

"Left?" Lucy gasped.

"Where did she go?" Lockwood asked.

"To SP3CTR HQ of course. She even left a note at the table saying she couldn't bear with this anymore. Apparently something was getting too overwhelming."

"We can't do this without her. We need to get her."

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I couldn't be around those three. Every day my communication powers broadened and I could feel it all piling on me like a tower of Jenga, ready to collapse on me at any given moment.

"Miss Hernandez, Inspector Barnes is here to see you." Laila called, so I stopped looking through my bookshelves for something, one thing that could help me.

"Send him in." I straightened my suit just as Barnes walked in, stopping in front of my desk.

"Good morning, Miss Hernandez." He greeted, nodding.

"Same to you, Barnes. Is the transaction done?"

"Yes, it's paid. Anything else you need me to do?"

"Yeah." I paused before looking at him. "Have you ever heard of a ghost with a psychical connection and a direct satanic connection?"

"Never." He walked over to a sketch I'd drawn and was studying relentlessly. "Is that it?"

"Yeah." I clicked my tongue. "This is what killed my dad and put my family in ghost lock. It gave me powers and now it's haunting every single memory or dream I possess."

"Is it not a Type 3?"

"Visitors, phantoms, they can't hold tangible objects. This one was holding a the most ancient and valuable relic in history. Satan's dagger." A look of disbelief and fear unusually crossed Barnes's face; no one had seen Satan's dagger since it being forged. Until it resurfaced in the attempt to murder my family.

"It's not possible. It went missing right after it was forged."

I pointed to the scar over my eyebrow, the gap and scar both visible. "Is it really impossible?"

"It attacked you with Satan's dagger?"

"Yeah." We had a long pause. A tense one.

"Does Lockwood and Co know about this?"

"I left them today. They don't know about this ghost attacking with Satan's dagger. It's too distracting."

"Good. I don't want Lockwood's nosy busybody self to poke into this."

I nodded, folding my arms. "Agreed."

"In the meantime, I'll get one of my junior officers to scan the shelves, try and get you a few books to work this out. While that's happening, I need you to keep those three at bay." I got buzzed through my earpiece, so I held my finger to my earpiece.

"Yeah, Laila?"

'You have Anthony Lockwood waiting for you downstairs. Should I send him up after your meeting with Inspector Barnes?'

"No. I don't want to talk to him." I heard vague chatter, before she spoke again.

'He insists. Should I still refuse?'

Why the heck is he so stubborn?! "Send him up only after Barnes is safely out." I turned back to Barnes, "Lockwood's in the lobby. I have an impromptu meeting with him in about a minute or two." I checked my watch, opening a drawer and hiding the papers. "In short, I'll prevent them from knowing, you stop harking at Lockwood to fire Lucy, you give me books in and return I supply money for DEPRAC." I smirked. "I know I already was, but it seems like a fair exchange, eh?"

Barnes chuckled lowly, nodding. "One thing about you that I've realised recently, Miss Hernandez, is that when it comes down to it, you are a tough customer."

"Wasn't I always?"

"Yes, but for some stupid reason I'm realising that now. You're a force to be reckoned with, Miss Hernandez. This unidentified ghost should be scared of you." He nodded before leaving through the lift, so I lifted my hand to my earpiece.

"Send him up." I sat down on my chair, propping my legs up on the table. My arms were folded elegantly, staring right at the point where I knew Lockwood would emerge from.

"Miss Hernandez?" Laila called. "It's Mr Lockwood."

"Send him in." Lockwood trudged awkwardly out from behind the display wall beside the elevator, looking extra guilty, until he saw how I was sat.

"Why does that look incredibly rehearsed?" He mused, looking up and down at my setup. I smirked, relishing the confusion in his eyes.

"That's because it is." I stared at him blankly, "So, Mr Lockwood, how may I help you?"

"Don't act like you don't know me well." He said, shaking his head. "I just... I..."

"You what?" I swung my legs off the table nimbly, getting up.

"I... I don't really know how to say it-"

"Just say it." I sneered, slowly strutting forward. Slowly, but dangerously.

"Like I said, I don't know how-"

"It's easy enough." He took a step backwards, looking a little threatened. "Just say it."

"I-"

"You wanna know why you can't say it?!" I raised my voice a little, pure fury filling my veins and tingling my cells till my very core was burning with a violet flame, my anger expelling more of itself from my body. I was a ticking time bomb, and this seemed like the time I was ready to explode. "Because Anthony John Lockwood can't make any mistakes! He finds someone associated with him to blame when something goes wrong and he tears their life down bit by bit then builds up another brick wall reinforced with tungsten so they can't get through! And guess who you've done that to?! Me! So if you're going to apologise, apologise for everything you've done to me!" I finished my rant, breathing heavily and still fuming as if my heart was on fire.

All I got from him was silence.

"Apologise." I ordered, stepping forward. "Apologise!" I stepped forward again, seeing his hand twitch towards his rapier. Good, he's scared. "APOLOGISE!"

"I'M SORRY!" He yelled almost immediately after, snapping under the pressure of my screaming. Those were the only two words I wanted to hear from his mouth for two years. I wonder why it took so long.

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"Arty, are you ok?" Lockwood asked, hoisting himself onto his knees on the cold marble floor of the church. I was lying on the ground, barely saved by Lockwood from an unexpected attack from a Type 3. “That was close.”

“I’m alright.” I stood up, picking up my rapier and holding it tight. “Where d’you suppose it went?”

“I don’t know, it just… vanished.” I turned to the side, spotting it flying towards us, so I shoved Lockwood out of the way and timely swung my blade, the metal passing right through it and making it scream in pain. “Nice one!”

“No time for amenities! Get the chain and a flare.” He ran over to the bag, desperately rifling through it. “Hurry up!”

“Sod off, I’m trying!” I was blasted back by a powerful surge of energy, hitting the wall and feeling dizzy from the impact, but I reached for the vial of Greek fire in my pocket.

“LOCKWOOD!” I screamed, “NOW’S NOT THE TIME TO SLACK!”

“It’s buried somewhere in here-“ I had no choice, being centimetres away from being ghost touched, so I opened and flung the vial of Greek fire at the Type 3, diving out of the way just in time. It screeched, trying to fight off the lethal substance, but then I pulled out something Lockwood didn’t expect me to use.

“A satanic containment vessel? But that’s off book!” He protested.

“And a safe way to contain a Type 3. I got it from my dad’s old library.” The vessel was a small hexagonal box with the symbol of Satan on the top, and as it came face to face with the ghost in agony, the symbol glowed and within a second, the box turned black and the symbol red. I breathed heavily, shaken from almost experiencing death yet again. Taking out my knife, I unscrewed a painting and started breaking down a small hole in the church’s wall, hiding the box inside before bricking it up again and securing the painting again.

“Arty, talk to me.” I walked over to the bag, took one second to search through it, and there it was. The flare and chains. I grabbed them and held them up, seeing red.

“Arty-“

“Don’t you dare call me Arty, Lockwood. You put our lives in danger!” He flared up too, immediately rushing to his own aid.

“Me?! If you’d given me some more time-“

“Time?! When a powerful Type 3 was trying to kill your partner? I would’ve been with you in a second but you, you just took your sweet time.”

“Me? I did everything perfectly!”

“YOU PUT OUR LIVES IN DANGER! AND YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO BLAME IT ON ME!”

“I WOULDN’T FALSELY ACCUSE SOMEONE! WHAT KIND OF PERSON DO YOU TAKE ME FOR?!”

“CLEARLY SOMEONE WHO ONLY THINKS ABOUT THEMSELVES!” He breathed in and out, trying to regain his composure.

“Take that back.” He quietly ordered, brown eyes furious.

“I won’t take back the truth, Lockwood. You’re an arrogant, selfish narcissist.” I spat. “And I’m surprised I didn’t notice that sooner.”

“I’m nothing like you. Painted yourself a glorified hero, when in truth you’re nothing without your rich family and your weapons. Take those away and what are you?” He sneered, making me lose my patience. I dropped my weapons, swung a leg around his shoulder, leant forward and performed a swift takedown, then I got up and stamped on his rapier, breaking it cleanly in two.

“A better person.” I replied, holding back tears by digging my nails into my palm. “Kipps was right. I never should’ve let you in.” I picked up my rapier and flares, kicking down the door and leaving a coughing Lockwood on the floor, prepared to take my revenge.

By ending up as the most influential person on the planet.

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“I am sorry that I blamed the Type 3 on you. I am sorry that I made your life miserable every day for something that wasn’t even your fault. I am sorry that I wasn’t there for you when you needed me the most. I am sorry for insulting something that meant a lot to you. But the thing I’m most sorry about…” He took a deep breath, “is that I let you leave that church without apologising myself. It takes me so long to realise my mistakes and this time it went too far. I broke you, and you built yourself up into someone I couldn’t recognise and that is all my fault.” He continued talking, but I couldn’t hear him due to a ringing building up in my head, pressing painfully on my thoughts. There was nothing outside the glass windows that acted as the exterior walls of my office, nothing inside.

Then what was it?

I spotted a shadowy figure standing on the rooftop opposite, and instantly the ringing became louder and more painful. My hands flew to my head, my chest rising and falling rapidly and my vision blurring.

“Miss Hernandez?” Even Lockwood’s voice was muffled, the pressure building and collapsing like the weight of 1000 tons was held up by a toothpick, and as that weight fell on my head, so did I, but someone caught me. “I’m here, Miss Hernandez, what’s going on?”

“Emergency button…” I whispered, barely finding the energy to speak, “desk… press it…” I felt my body rest on something soft, and thirty seconds later someone rushed in, and I blacked out as I lost all the strength that was put into keeping me awake.

I gasped for air, my eyes flying open. I felt my forehead, neck and checked my hands, and then looked at myself up and down and found that I was covered in a shock blanket.

“She’s awake.” Laila approached me, using a scanner to check my temperature. “How are you feeling, Miss Hernandez?”

“Much better, thank you, Laila.” I breathed in reply, trying to recollect the events, for it was all so blurry. “What happened?"

"Mr Lockwood said you were crying out in pain and then collapsed. However you were awake enough to tell him to press the emergency button, and it's good that he did. Do you have any idea what happened?"

"I do." I answered. "I can't tell him, though."

"He was worried sick for you. I think you should tell him. You never know, he could help you." She took her clipboard and went to talk to Lockwood, who ran straight for me right as I was getting up from the sofa.

"Miss Hernandez!" He gasped. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, I think. Y'all can clear out, by the way." I waved my hand at the medics in the room plus Laila, who all filtered out.

"Something happened to you and I don't think we can pass it off as nothing. You were gasping for breath, as if someone had slit your throat and your hands went to your neck at some point." Lockwood rambled, looking calm but he was freaking out inwardly. It was radiating off of him.

"I'd already discussed with Barnes to not tell you, but I think I should." I went in my drawers and took out the papers filled with sketches. "Before the attack on my family, my talent was touch. But after it... I had all three. I could see death glows, hear visitors, wraiths, everything and what I touched I could examine perfectly. Then it turned to psychic connections not only with the dead, but with the living. If I tune in properly, I can hear what others are thinking, and it was cool until..."

"Until...?"

"I met Annabel Ward." I panted, the rant taking away my breath. My fingers started clicking as I paced, my natural reflex when I got overly nervous. "She spoke to me, begged me to help her and so I told her that I would. And there's one last thing." I ran my hand through my hair, handing the papers to Lockwood. "This... is following me. Not just in real life. It appears in my dreams, my memories, and it always has a fixation on slitting my throat with-"

"Satan's dagger." Lockwood interrupted, thumb rubbing over the drawing of it on the paper. "Do you have a classification for this?"

"Type 4s are theorised to have some vague and weak connection to the devil. This one transcends the category of Type 3 and is able to hold the most dangerous relic to ever exist. This isn't even a Type 4. This thing that's chasing me? It has a direct connection to Satan. It's a Type 5."

"Oh, Jesus." Lockwood freaked out, running a hand through his hair as well. "How are we going to stop this?"

"I don't know."

"Well, we'll figure out a way to fix this, Miss Hernandez, I promise." He smiled, something genuine and not spiteful.

"Call me Artemis." I swiftly said in reply, bringing a grin to his face.

"Artemis." He whispered, but I caught it.

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Are you kidding me?!

I watched in outrage as Lucy and I's names were splashed as the superstars of the case. I never said no, but Lucy did. And Lockwood just double crossed her.

Lucy switched off the TV, furious. "I told you to leave me out of it "

"And I told you I'd handle it. What are you so worked up for? It's all true." Lockwood answered flippantly and nonchalantly, making my blood boil. We're on better terms, but he still sometimes annoys me.

"We haven't even solved the case yet." Lucy protested.

"You just dangled Lucy and I out as bait. What if we're now on Hugo Blake's target list?" I snapped.

"Well then, we'll look after you two, Arty. You two are our biggest assets." My head whipped round to face him so fast even George backed off, and he wasn't even the target.

"Asset?! Is that all we are to you? A money making machine that you can just make some dough off of and leave us on the side of the road?" I scolded. "You must be laughing your head off inside right now because of how stupid I was to trust you yet again." My trust in him was as thin as ice, and even a tap that's just too hard could break it completely. And Lockwood was tapping too hard. "You're the same as you always were, only interested in your benefit." Lucy and I ran out of the room, slamming the door. I went upstairs while Lucy traipsed to the basement, and I collapsed on my bed, pulling out my phone and going to voicemail, playing the one on the top of the list.

'Hey, Arty.' I heard my dad's voice through the speaker, and god was it relaxing. 'I came to your showcase today. You were absolutely brilliant. All I could think when I saw you was: That's my little shooting star. That's my girl. And I am so proud to be your father. Keep shining for me, Dad.'

I played the next one, leaning my head against my banister and just listening to my dad's voice, remembering him and picturing him saying that face to face with me. 'Hey, my little shooting star. I was driving to work today and they played our song on the radio. When I get home, we're going to play it together, just like we always do. Love, Dad.'

'Hey, my shooting star. I'm so sorry for what happened today. I love you so much, you know that? I'd do anything for you. Heck, I'd even give my life for you. Just... forgive me, please? Love, Dad.'

'Hey, Arty. I got the call from your mother and I'm coming straight there, just hang in there for me.' I'd been hit by a car that day. The first person that I saw when I opened my eyes was my dad. He was the world to me, and now he's gone. I listened to multiple more, until I got to the last one he sent me, ten minutes before he was attacked.

'Hey, my little shooting star.' I heard a pause, 'Well, not so little anymore. I want you to know that your mother and I love you very much, and you'll be such an amazing person when you become an adult and you choose what you want to do and I know you'll follow it with your heart's passion. I... I can't believe your mother and I will miss all of that. Something bad will happen today, sweetheart, and if we don't come out of it alive, then stay strong for us. The world needs a person like you. I love you, Artemis, and if you're listening to this, just know that even when we're gone, we're always with you.'

He knew.

They knew.

My parents knew that they'd die that day... and they did nothing to prevent it.

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"You'll be alright." I had been called by Barnes, and as an associate of Lockwood, he came with me. When we spotted Wade and Barnes approaching us, we both stood up.

"You can rest, Lockwood, it's Miss Hernandez we need."

"No, because there's nothing you can say to Miss Hernandez- Artemis... that you can't say to me." Lockwood refused defiantly.

"Wait here or you can wait in the cells." I went upstairs with them both, being led into a small room with a two-sided window made of ballistic glass.

"You and your friends claim that Hugo Blake murdered Annabel Ward, yes?" Barnes asked, guiding me to the chair.

"Correct."

"Blake is on the other side of that door. Use your connection to Annabel to get the truth. Expose him as the murderer." I could suddenly see him, but I turned to Barnes.

"That isn't how it works."

"Channel her. I know you have the power to do it."

"No, I actually can't!"

"Where's those extraordinary powers everyone's been talking about?" The talking and pressure was getting overwhelming, the thoughts of Hugo, Barnes and Wade mixing together into one until I couldn't distinguish them all separately. I looked briefly towards Hugo, but he flickered and for a split second I saw the Type 5, writing something with blood on the window.

YOU'RE NEXT.

I cried out, slamming the button and unaware that Barnes had been talking this entire time. I stood up, regaining my composure and straightening my suit. "I hope that was a suitable waste of our time. Did it satisfy you?"

"This isn't the moment for pleasantries. Hugo Blake has friends in high places and he has some very good lawyers. I can't hold him for long." I turned to leave, but not before having the final word.

"Well, Barnes, so do I." I left the room in a hurry, trying to reach the exit as quickly as possible with Lockwood following and calling a taxi. We both got in, and I started to feel my fingers click again, the sound gradually calming me down. But gradually wasn't enough. I wanted to end this.

"Stop the car." When the car screeched to a halt, I got out and started walking away to who knows where. My feet were just taking me places.

"What are you doing?!" Lockwood yelled.

"Leaving!" I burst.

"Can we talk about this in the car?! It's far too dangerous out here!"

"There's nothing to talk about. After all, I'm just an asset to you." I spat.

"It's not like that-"

"Yes it is." We both stopped, and again I felt like I was in a cathartic moment, but it still wasn't enough.

"I said I'm sorry about that."

"No you didn't!" I shrieked. "You clearly don't know anything about me anymore, but that doesn't matter. Whatever gets you on TV or the front page of the newspaper."

"Again, I said I'm sorry."

"Again, no you haven't."

"Well, I am. And I'm the one who tried to stop this before it got too dangerous."

"Which shows how little you know!" I retorted. "I can't do this, I really can't. I was just used by Barnes and I saw that Type 5 writing in blood, and I had a hunch that it was meant to be mine. You may be able to turn your emotions on and off like a tap but I am drowning, Lockwood, and I can't just swim out of it so right now I'm kind of thinking that everything would be better if I was gone." I ranted, tears falling down my face.

"I know how that feels." Lockwood reassured. "And we need you. I need you here, with us, because you're Artemis fricking Hernandez, you're like the biggest power figure of the century, if not, the biggest in history. We can't let you go, no matter who or what tries to take you away I will drag you back personally."

"Barnes will shut you down." I warned. "Lucy's illegal."

"That's why I was on TV. To show Barnes up and say to hell with the rules. If they can bend them, we can change them."

"But we're nobodies."

"We're not. It's Lockwood and Co and they're in links with the biggest ghost protection company in the world." He grinned sadly, "Just please stay."

"Just never lie to me again. Swear it." I pleaded.

"I'll never lie to you again. I swear." He took out a flare lamp and lit it, waving it in the air.

"What's that for? A kind of new Boy Scout agent's swearing thing you learnt?"

"Nope, there's five shades and three lurkers closing in on us. To be fair, we are in the most haunted part of London."

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We approached the front door to Lockwood's house, and when I tried opening the door, it was bolted. From the inside.

"We have a problem." I called. "It's bolted from the inside. What if Blake came after all?"

"Through here." Lockwood opened a window, so we climbed through and spotted someone in full black and a full coverage mask. "You find George and Lucy, I'll hold him off. Get back to me when you're done." He turned to the robber, "Can I offer you a cup of tea while you ransack my house? One lump or two?" As soon as he threw the flashlight I ran to the basement, finding Lucy and George having a muffled argument.

"This isn't the time, guys. When I untie you, get to a safe place. Lockwood and I will deal with it." I used my pocketknife to cut their bonds, yanking out my rapier and running upstairs, parrying a well timed lunge and brutally slashing the robber's stomach, hand flying to the wound to prevent blood spillage, which forced them to jump out of the window and run.

"D'you guys have any idea what they were after?" I asked Lucy while George and Lockwood came up with conspiracy theories.

"Yeah." She replied. "The ring. And looks like they got it too." We went downstairs, but I fiddled with the chain around my neck as we did so. The box was empty, causing disdain to everyone.

"This ruins everything." George sulked, but when Lockwood saw me, he got annoyed.

"Why are you making that face?" Then the truth dawned on him. "That's your 'I know something you don't' face. You didn't..." I pulled the necklace out and showed them the ring inside, grinning like crazy.

"You maniac!"

"You brilliant maniac!"

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