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rukia-writes · 3 years

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Hercules x goddess! (Fem) reader

Plot: A priceless doll of Hercules that (Name) owns goes missing and even though she has the real thing she hopes to find her doll before she sees her beloved Hercules again.

It was a most treasured gift.

A popular doll in heaven was selling fairly quickly and an Asgardian goddess was able to get her hands on one. Rather, the person the doll was modeled after gave her one.

Hercules.

The cute doll had touched (Name)’s heart and she held the doll closely to her, a gift she would treasure always. Even her cousin and older step brother noticed how much she loved the doll, Thor didn’t give her any heed but Loki did pick on her and would sometimes take the doll away from her and tease her.

Night had arrived in Asgard and the goddess had finally finished her nightly routine before snuggling into bed. Just as she was about to place her sleep mask over her eyes she looked for her Hercules doll that was supposed to be on her bed.

It was the place where she always placed her beloved doll.

At first it wasn’t a big deal, as she thought it was under her bed. Looking underneath her bed however the doll was no where to be found.

Now panic was set into motion.

Odin was doing late night reading in his room until he heard a loud “Boom” followed by his step daughter barging into his room looking distressed. Huginn and Muninn were sleeping peacefully until the loud boom sound.

“I’m so sorry to barge in like this father, but have you seen my doll?”

“Your doll?!”

The two birds responded back to (Name) in unison upset that she disturbed their sleep all for a mere doll, and the two ravens certainly let her know how they felt until Odin spoke up.

“Your doll isn’t very far. I assure you.”

“Oh! You know where it’s at, father.”

“You should ask your brother if he’s seen it.”

“Thank you, I’ll go see if Thor has seen it.”

With that (Name) bowed to her father and stuck her tongue out at the two ravens who visibly upset but dropped it when Odin told them “Let it go.”

Knocking on Thor’s door a few times (Name) hoped her brother was up as she really wanted fo find her precious doll. The door opened to see her tall and muscular brother with no shirt on, a look of irritation was on his face. No doubt he was sleeping before (Name) knocked on his door.

“What do you want? It’s late.”

“I’m so sorry to disturb you brother but-my doll. My Hercules doll has gone missing. Have you seen it?”

Already upset that he was woken up out of his sleep he was even more upset about it being over a doll and (Name) could tell her brother was upset.

“I haven’t seen your doll.”

“But father said-“

“I haven’t seen your doll.”

Thor then closed the door in his sister’s face and proceeded to go back to sleep. However, (Name) was still determined to find her doll and searched almost all night for it and couldn’t find it as the morning sun had shined on Asgard.

The palace doors opened to see a powerful god walk thru with his cane.

“Why, good morning everybody! Lovely day isn’t it!”

Zeus cheered as Odin was stone faced as ever, Hermès appeared next to his father with his handsome smile.

“Why, wherever is my daughter in law? She always greets me at the door.”

“She’ll be here soon. Also she isn’t your daughter in law. The two aren’t married yet.”

“Don’t be that way Odin, it won’t be long. You know how love is.”

Zeus teased Odin knowing full well their children would tie knot one day soon, as they were practically head over heels for each other. Hermès did find it quite odd that (Name) wasn’t at the door to greet them as she always did and suspected something happened.

While (Name) did manage to sleep she was still tired and worried about her doll. As her room was a bit messy now from searching but that didn’t stop a familiar tall, muscular and handsome god from entering. Seeing as how he had been there plenty of times.

“(Name)! You’re not even dressed and everyone is waiting downstairs-“

“Hercules! Sweetie! Knock next time!”

(Name) quickly hid herself behind her bathroom door as she was still in her pajamas while her beloved Hercules had simply barged in unannounced. The tall and handsome god did cover his eyes to make up for it.

“I’m sorry. I’ll knock next time. I was just checking to see if you were okay.”

“…um, well. I have some news.”

“Did you make tea? You always make the best tea (Name).”

Hercules gave (Name) those puppy dog eyes with those bright blue eyes of turning her into a pile of mush of happiness at the sight of sweet eyes and gracious compliment.

“I didn’t make any tea yet, but I’ll make it for you. Since you like my tea so much-Ah! No, it’s important! I’m afraid I lost your doll that you gave me. Please don’t be mad I’m looking for it-“

Switching from happiness to panic mode (Name) explained that she had somehow lost the doll that Hercules gave her. Listening to how concerned she was for losing the doll Hercules merely hugged her close to him with her face planted right in the middle of his chest.

“That’s okay, don’t worry. We’ll find it eventually. I’m worried that you didn’t get enough sleep.”

Pointing to her eye bags Hercules could tell she didn’t get much sleep and was wanted her to get some sleep as soon as possible. Looking out for his beloved was a part of Hercules and with no room to object the two decided to get some sleep instead of joining their father’s for tea.

(Name)’s bed was made to hold Hercules weight after breaking her last one on accident.

It didn’t take long for (Name) to fall asleep while in her lover’s strong and big arms. While she wondered where her doll went she admitted to herself that having the real thing was a lot better. Even if (Name) wanted to escape she couldn’t as the Olympian god had a tight hold on her, not that she wanted to escape from.

A kiss on her forehead from Hercules was also a reason why she wanted to sleep with the handsome god.

Right down the hall was Thor’s bedroom and while the thunder god was away, there was a familiar doll that his sister had been looking for.

There was really no reason why Thor had the doll, except for the fact he over heard his sister say how cool and amazing Hercules was. A praise that Thor always received from his younger sister, but now some Olympian god had stole his spotlight.

Thor would give the doll back in time or when his father made him give back the doll.

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whydoesfireburn · 5 years

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Chapter Six of Why Does Fire Burn? Arms To Hold You

We’re back. It’s here. I can’t spell or have proper grammar for anything, but hey, I have a great personality. Feel free to messages me or leave, thoughts, or ask questions. And now guys, gals and nonbinary pals, enjoy

It was hot. Too hot. It felt like someone had wrapped Shoto in a blanket, put him the oven, and left him there with no way out. His skin felt like it was going to melt off. Like the air itself was going to burst into flames.

Next to that, Shoto's limbs felt like lead, too heavy to even be a part of his body. His stomach felt queasy and too empty. There was the taste of bile and iron in his mouth, and it was so strong he wanted to pass out.

Then he looked up, and he got scared. He saw himself much younger, maybe four or five years old. He was on the ground crying and holding his stomach.

"Get up."

Shoto froze. He knew that voice. He tried so hard to suppress it, to push it to the back of his memory. But here it was as cold and evil as ever.

The younger version of himself looked up meekly. A tall, awful shadow of a monster stood in front of both Shoto and little Shoto. His eyes burned into the depths of Shoto's soul and made him feel small.

"Get up!" the voice braked again. Little Shoto looked down back and let out a sob.

"Stop this, please!" a faint voice cried. Shoto's breath caught in his throat as his mother came and rushed to the side of his younger self. She looked down at the small boy, tears filling her eyes. She looked up to the monster.

"Stop, please," she begged, standing up.

"Mom," Shoto whispered, "Don't, please."

"Get out of my way, woman!" the monster growled. Raising his hand and hitting Shoto's mother across the room. When she tried to get up, the beast grabbed her by her hair and threw her down again.

"No!" Shoto yelled, "Leave her alone!"

He held out his right head, planning on making an ice wall to keep his mother from the shadowy monster. But no ice came from his hand, only flames.

Shoto's eyes grew in terror at what he was seeing. There was no ice. No cold. Only fire and heat.

The scene melted away, and Shoto was surrounded by towering red flames in a black void.

"No," Shoto whispered, feeling small and helpless, "This isn't me. This isn't who I am. This isn't what I choose!"

The more scared and angrier, Shoto grew, the higher the flames got. There were whispering and mutters, he couldn't make out what they were saying. They grew louder and louder, and soon it became so loud that Shoto couldn't think. He tried to make ice, so some of the unbreakable heart would go away, but all that came was fire.

Shoto closed his eyes and buried his hands in his hair.

"Go away," he said, "Just go the hell away!"

Then the noise and the heat was gone, and everything was replaced by freezing cold, too cold even for him. Shoto opened his eyes to see he was in a snow-covered woods. It was horrible quiet, and nothing moved, save for the snowflakes falling to the ground. Then he heard the quiet sniffs.

Shoto turned around and saw another younger version of himself. He was dressed in pale blue shorts and a white baggy shirt. His hands looked like they had dried smudges of blood on them. There were bandages over his left eye, and his head was hung down, looking at his feet. Then the younger Shoto looked up to the older Shoto.

"You ran?" the younger asked, his voice low, "You ran away?"

"Yes," Shoto said, his voice raspy and sore.

The little version of him looked up. Tears were falling down his face. Shoto's throat tightened.

"You were so stupid," little Shoto said, in a voice that made the older of the two tenses, "So stupid to think you could run."

"I-"

"Did you think you could just run away, that you could get away from him?"

"It was-"

"It was what?"

"It was the only way to make it stop," Shoto said.

"Don't you get it?!" the short of the two yelled, "You are never going to get away from him! It will never stop!"

"You don't-"

"Touya-nii can't protect you," the boy with a bandage over his eye said, "Natsu-nii can't either, and neither can Fuyumi-nee."

"Stop talking," Shoto whispered, feeling sick, "Yes, they can, they have before."

"Not from him. They could never protect you from him."

"Stop," Shoto pleaded, "Stop. Why are you doing this?"

"Because," the younger version of him growled, "You act like you're free. You've forgotten how life really works.

"Run from him, hide from him, you'll never get rid of him. He is always there. His mark is there on your face. Nothing is stopping you from becoming him."

Just then, the world turned black and spun round and round. It was ungodly hot again like Shoto was standing in hell.

Nothing is stopping you from becoming him.

Then was a mirror in front of Shoto, and when he looked into it, he saw himself, with crimson hair and matching turquoise eyes. He looked just. Like. Him.

XXX

Dabi was woken up by the sound of Shoto screaming. The sound made his eyes snap open, his heart stopped, causing him to jump out of bed and rush to the youngest Yukitomo's room. In his hands, he was clutching his phone and headphones. Fuyumi and Natsuo were right behind him, all three of them calling out to their younger brother.

When Dabi got to Shoto's room, it was covered in frost, and Shoto himself was covered in sweat, kicking and screaming, seeming to still be asleep. Shoto was having a night terror.

The black-haired man moved over to Shoto and tried to grab him. He got kicked and scratched a couple times, but Dabi didn't give a fuck about that. He grabbed Shoto by his shoulders and shook as hard as he dared.

"Shoto! Shoto, wake up!" he yelled.

"Shoto!" Fuyumi cried, grabbing one of her younger brother's flaring arms. Shoto did wake, but the tears were running down his face, and he looked scared and confused about where he was. Dabi sighed in relief and pulled Shoto closer to his chest. Shoto let out a small sob that he tried to suppress, and held the front of Dabi's shirt so tightly, it almost ripped.

Fuyumi opened up Dabi's phone, plugged in the headphones, and handed them to Dabi. The oldest Yukitomo sibling began playing the playing list and put the headphones on Shoto's ears. The action seemed to surprise Shoto, even though it wasn't a new thing. However, the music seemed to calm him down.

Dabi gently hugged his youngest brother, Fuyumi, did too, as well as stroking his hair the way their mother used to. Natsuo placed his hand carefully on Shoto's shoulder but soon joined the group hug. It was the ritual that they did every time Shoto had a nightmare. They all sorta held, him, and waited for him to calm down. He used to get them a lot when he was little, but as he grew older, they became less frequent.

Dabi found that music seemed to help a bit. Their mother used to sing to them when they had bad dreams as children. None of them sang so, Dabi made a playlist of songs Shoto loved when he was little. Shoto had picked them all out when he was six, and they were the calmest songs from Dabi's preferred tased in throwbacks. Songs by Owl City, Train, and others were all there. They were gentler upbeat songs that Shoto begged his brother to play when he had a bad dream.

Dabi could faintly hear Fireflies change to Play that song, to Hey Soul Sister. Once Shoto's grip on his shirt lessened, and Shoto stopped crying, Dabi scooped him up, and the four siblings went to his room.

A part of him thought that it wasn't necessary, that Shoto was 15, that he didn't need to be cared for like this, and if he needed something else to help calm him down, he would ask. But still, all four of the Yukitomo sibling piled into Dabi's Queen size bed, that most definitely shouldn't have held all of them.

Fuyumi laid on the left side, Shoto leaned into her hold more. Dabi got on the right side, and so did Natsu pressing the four of them extremely close together. When they were much younger, the four siblings was share one big bed (or mat) along all the time, but they grew out of it. However, every now and then, they would either curl up together on the living room floor or in Dabi's bed, with the secure feeling that they were all right next to each other as they drifted off to sleep.

Right before he closed his eyes, Dabi looked at Shoto fasted asleep. Hopefully, Shoto's nightmares would stop, and he wouldn’t need Dabi to take care of him like this, but until then, Dabi was going to make sure Shoto always had what he needed. Even if that was crawling into his bed.

XXX

"What time are you going to be back?" Fuyumi asked him thru the phone.

Dabi sighed and rolled his eyes, "11:30 at the latest."

"And if you're not back by then I'm gonna-"

"Yumi, for fuck's sake, I'm a grown-ass man, not ten. I'll be fine."

"You sure?" his sister asked him again.

"Yes, I am," he said. The speaker on the train turned on, and he said, "I'm at my stop. I'll talk to you when I get home tonight. Love you."

"Love you too. Have a good day," Fuyumi said before he hung up. When Dabi go out of the station, it was around 7:00. He had about two hours until he had to get to the record store. He swung by the flower shop and got some white roses before finally making it to the hospital.

It was always cold inside the building, and Dabi hated it. Places like this felt too clean and too bare for his liking. Why Natsuo wanted to work in a place similar to this, he would never understand.

Dabi got up to the front desk, and the woman there smiled at him.

"Yukitomo," she said, flashing, Dabi a blinding white smile, "How are you?"

"I'm fine," he said, "Is she-?"

"She's in her room," the receptionist said, "She just got done with her therapy session, so you can just head on up."

"Okay," he said, "Thank you."

One short elevator ride later, Dabi was in front of the familiar white and gray door. He knocked on it twice, and a voice from the inside called, "Come in."

Dabi pushed the door open slowly and saw his mother sitting on her bed, with her hands in her lap. When she saw it was him, a beautiful smile broke across her face, and she jumped up to hug him.

"Touya," she said happily as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Hey Mom," he said, breaking into a smile of his own. Dabi took a moment to savor his mother's embrace. It felt like years since he had been with her even if he saw her last week. When she let him go, he handed her the flowers, "They were all out of your favorite so…"

"They're lovely, sweetheart," she said, taking time to admire them before placing them on her bedside table. She had Dabi sit down on the bed as he told her everything that happened since the last time he saw her. His mother always listen intently, taking time to soak up all the information she was given

"The Sports Festival is in a few days," Dabi said after his mother told him about how she had been.

"Oh," his mom said, nodding her head, "Has Shoto been getting ready for it?"

"Like crazy," Dabi said, "He's always out with his friends' training all the time. He's doing really good, Mom."

"That's wonderful," she said.

"Are you allowed to watch something like that?" he asked her.

"No," she answered, shaking her head, "not normally, but maybe I can ask the doctors if I could see it this year."

They were quiet for a minute, "Mom, I can try to get the others to come more if you want," Dabi said, his mind tracing back to the lacked present of his siblings, and how happy they would make his mother. It didn't make him mad, but he did like to see his mother happy. Plus, he knew his siblings missed her too.

"Touya," his mom said in her, well, mom voice, "I've told you, your siblings will come when they can. Fuyumi busy with work, and Shoto and Natsuo are still and school."

"They want to see you thought," Dabi argued, "I could-"

"Touya," his mother said sharply, "I don't want to rush them."

Dabi opened his mouth, but then shut it, knowing he had no reason to argue with his mom. He didn't like disagreeing with her. She took it upon herself to change the topic, "So, you have that big date tonight, don't you?"

"Yeah," Dabi said, blushed a little because it was his mom.

"You excited?" she said, a smile spreading across her face again.

"I guess I am," he admitted.

"Good," she said, "I hope it goes well."

"Me too," he said. Dabi checked his watch. The time made him let out a sigh and say, "I gotta go, Mom."

"All right," she said, standing up with him. Dabi hugged his mom aging, trying to draw it out as long as he could. She let him go, told Dabi that she loved him, and then Dabi walked out the door, into the hall. He sighed and leaned against the wall.

He loved visiting his mom. He loved it more than most things. But seeing her here in this place, a place that was so unwelcoming, it made him want to scream or burn everything down.

Dabi shook himself. Now wasn't the time to think about that. Right now, he had to get to work.

XXX

It was 6:30 when Dabi closed the parlor and began to get ready for his date. He wasn't doing much, just black jeans, a white shirt, and a black bomber jacket. That was good enough for a date, right?

Dabi splashed some cold water over his face. He felt kinda nervous. He didn't know why. He wasn't even sure he really liked the Hawks that much. Hell, he didn't even know Hawks' real name.

"Buck up, Dabi," he told himself, before drying the water off his face and hands before heading back out into the central area of the parlor. When he got out of there, he saw Hawks waiting outside the glass doors of the parlor. The winged hero was in dark jeans and a charcoal color t-shirt, and had the right amount of bracelets and watch on his arms, just like the first time he saw him.

Dabi opened the door. "Can I come in?" the winged hero asked, jokingly.

"Do what you want," Dabi said, holding the door open wider, and Hawks walked inside.

"So I was thinking-"

"Was that hard?"

"You are so mean!" the ash-blond said.

"It's a gift," Dabi said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Hawks huffed and went on, "Anyway, I was thinking maybe before we go to what is going to be the greatest date of your life, you could maybe help me pick out my next tattoo."

"If you want," Dabi said, "For fuck's sake, don't look so happy. We're picking how long I get to stab you with a needle repeatedly."

"Hey, I can handle a little pain," the shorter man said.

"You last time in here says otherwise."

"Rude."

Dabi chuckled to himself as he pulled out a couple design books and handed them to Hawks as the two flopped down on the couch and began flipping through them.

"So, where do you want the next one?" Dabi asked.

"I thought I would get in on my wrist," Hawks said, not looking away from the pages.

"You know that going to hurt like a bitch, right?"

"I'll be fine," Hawks said. They were quiet for a few minutes, looking through the books in silence, pointing out a design every so often. Then Hawks said, "Hey, what about this one?"

Dabi looked over to see what the other man was talking about. It was a phoenix design, wings spread out and flames coming from them. It wasn't super detailed but still a little introquit.

"I can do that," Dabi said, leaning forward a bit to look at it better. They talked a bit about a time to do the tattoo, and then the two men grabbed their jackets and went out the door.

XXX

"So, where are we going?" Dabi asked as they walked down the sidewalk in the downtown area of the city.

"You'll see," Hawks said, turning to look at him, striking a bit.

"Yeah, leaving me in the dark is really fucking whimsical," Dabi said.

"It's called a surprise," Hawks said, putting his hands on his hips.

"For all, I know you kidnapping me and dragging me to an abandoned warehouse."

"What do you take me for?"

"Hey, I wouldn't put it past you to have a dark side, birdie."

Hawks rolled his eyes and shook his head. After walking a little bit more, they finally arrived. It was a fusion join, a place that would typically be above Dabi's pay grade if he was by himself.

"This place good with you?' Hawks asked.

"Yeah," Dabi said, "It's fine."

Hawks held the door open for the raven-haired man, and two walked in. They were seated in a corner booth, so as not to draw attention to themselves. They both just got the night’s special, and when the waitress left them began talking.

"So tell me about yourself," Hawks said, leaning forward a bit, with his forearms on the table.

"What about me?" Dabi asked.

"I don't know just stuff," the ash-blond said, "I'll tell you stuff about me."

"I know, and I'm pretty sure you wouldn't stop."

"Mean."

"What do you want to know?"

"I don't know," Hawks said, resting his chin on his palm, "Favorite color?"

"You crossing the line there a bit, aren't you?" Dabi teased. Hawks laughed a little, "But really, what is it?"

Dabi looked down at his plan for a second before saying, "Black or blue."

"Cool," Hawks said, "Mine red and rusten."

"Hmm."

"So tattooing, how didja get into that?" Hawks asked.

"When I was younger, I got a couple," Dabi started, "Then a friend of mine taught me how to do it myself."

Hawks nodded.

"How'd you get into hero work?" Dabi asked, leaning back, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Oh," Hawks said, his whole mood changing a bit, "Well, um, when I was younger, there was an incident. I was able to help, and some people saw me. The Heroes Commission, have you heard of them?"

Dabi felt his stomach turn a little, even though nothing had happened. He nodded, he had heard of the commission.

"Well," Hawks went, "They saw me and offered me a deal, and well, one thing leads to another, and…"

"Let me guess, they offered your family some big cash grab, and they trained you and all that garbage?" Dabi said.

"How do you-?"

"I knew some people," Dabi said, looking to the side.

"Yeah, well, that kinda what happened," Hawks said dryly.

"Do you like your job, though?"

"Well, yeah," Hawks said, "Sometimes I wish I just wasn't the number three hero. It gets tiring."

"I can understand that," Dabi said, resting his arms on the tabletop, hunching forward a bit.

"Anyway," Hawks said, wanting to change the topic, "Tell me more about you. Tell me about your siblings."

"Sure," Dabi answered, "They suck."

"Woah," Hawks said, laughing a little, "Kinda mean, don't you think?"

"They're awful," Dabis said, joking of course but still.

"Come on, they can't be that bad. Your sister seemed nice the other night."

"Yeah, and she's also a real nag."

"Come on, what about your brothers? You said you had two of them."

"Don't get me started. Natsuo, the older one, once thought it was a good idea to walk down the stairs of our apartment building in roller skates, spoiler warning, that didn't end well. Sprang his fucking ankle. And the younger one, Shoto, has given me more heart attacks than anyone has before. I think I actually have gone into cardiac arrest because of him. And that's not even scratching the surface."

"So, enlighten me," Hawks said, a smirk growing across his face.

"Where to begin?"

XXX

"I feel like you know too much about me now," Dabi said as they walked down the sidewalk after dinner.

"Eh, I don't mind really," Hawks said, bumping his shoulder against Dabi's. The raven man rolled his eyes a bit but was slightly amused.

"So, what do you wanna do now?" Hawks asked.

"You don't have a plan?" Dabi asked.

"I just wanna see what you wanna do."

"Vandalism," Dabi said.

"Very funny," Hawks said.

"You think I am kidding."

"I really hope you are," the ash-blond said, "Can you even imagine what the story would be if we got caught.

"If you do it right, you don't get caught," Dabi said.

"We're not vandalizing," Hawks said.

"You're no fun," Dabi said, crossing his arms over his chest. Hawks gave Dabi a 'help please, you're killing me' look.

"Well, I might settle for grabbing a few boxes of Pocky and sitting on the couch and watching a movie."

"I believe I can make that happen," Hawks said, giving Dabi a smile.

Just then Hawks phone began to ring. The two stopped walking, and the hero groaned and said, "I need to take this."

He answered the call, and Dabi watched as the ash blond's face fell. Hawks had his lips pursed and his eyes looking up to the sky in annoyance. Finally, Hawks closed his eyes and sighed out his nose.

"I will be there in forty minutes," Hawks said, trying hard not to growl. Hawks hung up the phone and looked at Dabi.

"I'm guessing you gotta go," Dabi said.

"Yeah," Hawks, "I'm sorry."

"It's fine."

"Can I at least walk you home?"

"Do what you want," Dabi said, beginning to walk.

When they got back to the apartment, the two men waited outside the door.

"So," Hawks said, with his hands in his pockets, "I had a good time tonight."

"You had me talk about my siblings," Dabi said, "How's that enjoyable?"

"You are just impossible, aren't you?"

"I try."

Dabi was about to say something else; however, the words never left his mouth because then Hawks pulled on Dabi's shoulder, lower him enough to kiss him on the cheek.

"Um, call me sometime?" Hawks said, jumping up on the metal railing still facing Dabi.

Dabi shrugged and leaned back against the door with his arms crossed.

"Maybe."

"Okay then," Hawks said, "See you."

And with that, Hawks leaned back and fell off the railing towards the ground. Of course, his wings caught him, and Dabi watched the hero fly off into the night.

"Crazy bird," Dabi whispered to himself, in an almost dreamy voice. He then turned around and went inside.

After closing the door, Dabi leaned back against it again. All the lights were off, and Dabi could see the tv on. Once he took his shoes and jacket off, he walked in to see Fuyumi draping a blanket over Natsuo, who was snoring away.

"Hey," he said.

Fuyumi gasped in surprise and turned around to look at him.

"Well, you're home sooner than I thought you be," she said.

"Yeah, something came up, and he had to leave."

"Did you have fun?' she asked.

"Guess so."

"You wanna give me details?"

"Nah, I think I'll just keep to myself."

"Oh, come on!" Fuyumi cried, "Tell me."

"Nope."

"Mean."

"Nag."

The two siblings stared at each other for a second and then began laughing.

"Do you like him?" Fuyumi asked, turning to shut off the TV.

"Eh," Dabi said, looking to the side.

"Maybe you should invite him to the Sports Festival party we're gonna have at the parlor," Fuyumi suggested, as they walked to their rooms.

"Maybe," Dabi said.

"Well, in any case, goodnight."

"Night, Yumi."

XXX

Sunlight streaming into threw the curtains is what woke Iroh up. He stared at the ceiling for about a minute before sitting and swinging his legs off the bed. The man quickly made his bed, got dressed, and washed his face before heading to the kitchen.

Iroh usually loved morning, but not today. Today was going to be extended. Trials were long and tedious, Iroh knew that. But a prosecution between his brother and sister over the custody of his niece and nephew, he couldn't think of anything worse.

Akito and Haru were staying with him until the whole event was over. If Kaede were here, she'd try and joke it was because he was the middle child. Always in between arguments.

An argument so bad that it puts his little sister in the hospital.

Iroh shook his head. It wasn't the time for that. Right now, he had to feed his niece and nephew.

Iroh was half way threw with breakfast when Akito cam padding out from his room, already dressed for the day. He had his journal with him and is pens and pencils, which Akito always carried around for writing.

"Good morning," Iroh said, setting a cup of tea in front of Akito.

"Is going to be that good?" the boy asked.

"Hey, now, don't be like that," Iroh said, placing the food on the plates, "You can't say a day's been bad till you've been through it."

Akito quietly grumbled to himself. Iroh could tell the boy was going to be in a bad mood, and there was nothing he could do to change that. It sorta reminds him of his own son. Of course, it didn't go unnoticed that Akito didn't give thanks before eating. If it was any other day, Iroh might have said something, but today he'd let it slide.

It wasn't long before Haru came bouncing out of her room, also fully dressed.

"Uncle Iroh," I said, pulling on his pant leg, "Can you do my hair? Pretty, pretty, please?"

"Of course," Iroh said, picking Haru up and setting her in a chair and placing her breakfast in front of her. Haru ate her breakfast happily as Iroh braided two neat braids into her hair.

"Uncle Iroh?" Haru asked, holding up her cup, asking for more tea.

"Yes?"

"Why aren't we going to school today?" she asked.

"Because we have to go to the trail," Akito said, putting his plate and utensils in the dishwasher.

"Do we really have to go to that?" Haru asked, looking up at her uncle with big puppy dog eyes.

"I'm afraid so," Iroh said, handing Haru her tea.

"But why?" she asked.

Iroh sighed and tried to rack his brain for a way to give Harue an answer that would make sense to her.

"Because Dad’s a bastard!" Akito yelled before storming off to his room. It was so unusual for Akito, who was usually well mannered and tempered, to act out like that it almost made Iroh even more worried.

Iroh wanted to call out to him, but Haru stopped him.

"That's what Aunti Kosuke keeps saying," Haru whispered.

Iroh looked at his niece. Haru lifted her arms up, silently asking to be picked up. Iroh of cures gave in and picked her up.

"Try and understand, little one," Iroh said, "Your aunt and brother are upset. Anger can make people say mean things, even if they don't mean it."

"So, Nii-chan and Auntie don't mean it?" she asked.

"Well, I don't know about, but Akito," Iroh admitted, "But your Aunt Kosuke is just like your father. Big blustery tempers."

"Your not like that thought."

"You are very right, my dear," Iroh said, "But don't be fooled. I can very quickly turn into an angry dragon!" he said, tossing Haru in the air and catching her again, making the small girl giggle.

"No, you can't," Haru laughed.

"Oh, ho, ho, but I can. Whenever anyone insults my tea."

"But you make the best tea!" Haru exclaimed.

"I know!"

Haru laughed again and put both her hands on Iroh’s cheeks. She then hugged her uncle by wrapping her little arms around his neck.

"Thanks for taking care of us," Haru said.

"You don't need to thank me for that," Iroh said. Haru was quiet for a minute.

"I just want this to be over," she said, burying her face into his neck.

Iroh sighed and closed his eyes, "Me too."

XXX

"Eat up," Fuyumi said, placing Shoto's breakfast in front of him.

"Thanks," Shoto said before he began scarfing now his food.

"Don't choke," Dabi said, not looking up from his phone.

"Jeez, Shoto, you're eating faster than Natsu normally does," Fuyumi said.

"I don't think anyone can do that," Shoto said with a mouth full of eggs and rice.

"You nervous?" Dabi asked, looking at his little brother.

Shoto shrugged and kept eating. Once he was finished, the white-haired teen ran to his room to get dressed. He saw a text from Shiki that read:

Kickass Ice Princess!

Shoto smiled as he walked back out to the hallway.

"Good luck," Fuyumi said, give him a tight hug.

"I wanna see you kill a kid out there today," Dabi said, ruffling Shoto's hair getting hit from the teen in question. Fuyumi also shot him a sharp glare.

"Dabi will pick you up afterward and take you to the parlor, alright?" Fuyumi asked.

"Yeah, got it."

"Good luck," Dabi called as Shoto walked out the door.

When Shoto got to the station, he found Yaoyorozu and Yoarashi waiting from him.

"Hey," he said, as the three of them got on the train.

"You ready for today?" Yaoyorozu asked.

"Believe so," Shoto said.

"I do hope we've talked you out of that crazy idea you have," the black-haired girl said, sharing a look with Yoarashi.

"It's not crazy," Shoto inserted.

"Keep telling yourself that," Yoarashi said.

Yaoyorozu and Yoarashi kept talking, but Shoto grew quiet as a thought crossed his mind.

Today the whole country would be watching. All eyes on the students of UA. What if? What if Shote stuck out to people. What he-?

Shoto shook himself. No, no, that wouldn't happen. He wouldn't let it. Never in a million years

Later three teenagers found themselves waiting in a room with the rest of their class. Shoto sat in the corner of the room, his eyes trained on Midoriya the whole time.

Now Shoto wanted to win, and he had a strong feeling he was going to. But right now, his head was filled with thoughts on his green-haired classmate. The other night Natsuo and all his 'infinite wisdom' decide to give Shoto advice on how quote 'get the guy.' Well, Natsuo said girl, but they both knew that's not who Shoto was trying to woo. Yet again, Shoto would probably get better dating advice from a rockhopper penguin, but that was neither here nor there.

Just go wish him luck, a voice in Shoto's head. Yeah, yeah, that seemed like a good plan. Shoto pushed himself up and began to walk over to Midoriya.

"Midoriya," he said when he got over to him. Midoriya turned around and looked at him.

"Oh, hey Yukitomo," the other boy said.

"I just want to say…'

Come on, spit it out now.

"I'm gonna beat you."

FUCKING WHAT??!?!?!

#todoroki shouto #todoroki fuyumi #todoroki natsuo #todoroki touya #todoroki family #dabi #dabi is a todoroki #tamaki keigo #izuku mydoria #mha fanfiction #bnha #wdfb

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milliejenkins · 3 years

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I didn’t sleep well in the slightest. I closed my eyes and all I was able to see was Wes with her; the raven haired woman. I had gone to the club looking for answers and while I’d found one answer about where I stood, a million new questions had now popped up. How had they met? How long had they been seeing each other? Because they definitely looked comfortable last night. Why had he spent my birthday with me if he planned on ending us? Why wasn’t I enough?

My stomach was in knots and as the internal battle raged on, I finally gave in to the tears that were fighting to come out. I’d cried until I’d fallen asleep and woken this morning with sore eyes and a heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach.

The little bit of hope that I’d been holding on to .. the hope that everything would return to normal .. had finally vanished. I’d laid in bed unmoving with my covers pulled up to my chin as I hug my pillow. Amber’s words continuously swam around my mind all day. I’d been discarded like so many others and replaced just as quickly without a second thought.

That’s how I’d stayed all day. Staring blankly at my lifeless phone and unmoving except to go to the bathroom or get a drink. I had no desire to eat and sleep would not take me.

Work tonight would be the welcome distraction I needed to forget .. even just for a few minutes. As I push through the door to the changing room, there’s already a vodka on ice waiting for me on my dressing table. Amber’s sat at her usual space next to mine and when I catch her eye in the mirror she’s turn around to look at me, a sympathetic smile on her face that makes me laugh and shake my head “Don’t look at me like that. You’ll make me cry.” Even as I say the last word, a sting hits my nose and my eyes begin to fill.

She grabs the drink and hands it to me “I’ll make sure you have these on tap all night. He doesn’t deserve your tears.” I down half the drink as I take my seat and nod my head. I can’t speak. If I speak I’ll cry for sure. Instead I grab my makeup and start applying because tonight I definitely need it.

Half an hour later the door to the changing room cracks open and Ricks voices comes booming from the other side of it. “Millie, I need you on the floor doing some table service before you dance. One of the waitresses called out sick.” I roll my eyes at Amber who laughs as I shout back that I’ll be right out. Then I stuff my feet in my shoes and head out to the club.

There’s definitely a buzz in the air tonight. It’s busy which I like because busy means more dances and more dances means more money. I go straight to the bar, smiling seductively as I pass multiple men, and grab the tray as it’s handed over by the bartender with the instruction to deliver to “Table 10”. I turn on my heels and hold my breath. The crowd parts as if knowing where I’m heading and I freeze. This can’t seriously be happening. Wes Tucker is sat in his usual seat, surrounded by the familiar party of men. This time it’s not just men he’s brought with him .. there are women too; Women who don’t work at the club but definitely don’t look out of place. Then I see her. She barges thru the crowds and takes a seat on his lap. Much like last nights dress, tonights leaves nothing to the imagination. I take a deep breath to compose myself and continue walking forward, slowly placing one foot in the front of the other until I draw level with the table. He doesn’t turn as I distribute the drinks so I grab his whiskey and purposely walk in front of him, blocking his view of the stage so he has too choice but to look at me. I remain motionless and silent, holding his drink firmly as he outstretches a hand to take it from me. When I don’t pass it over he finally speaks. His tone is laced with something that’s close to annoyance … or maybe even disgust “Did you want something?” His eyebrow raises and I smile sweetly as I hand the drink over. I lean in close enough for him to smell my skin. With my mouth next to his ear I whisper softly “Enjoy the show, Mr. Tucker.”

I refuse to make any more deliveries to his table while I’m out on the floor. Why the hell is he here? Why the fuck did he bring her? If he wanted to get the message across, there was really no need. He succeeded perfectly last night.

Every time I walk past, or close enough to, where he’s sat I can feel his eyes burning into my skin. I refuse to look at him and the moment I’m called back stage by Rick I feel like I can breath again.

I change my outfit in record time and wait for the music of the current dancer to finish before I take my place on the stage. As soon as my music kicks in, JoJo - 'Marvin's Room, the lights turn red on the stage and I start moving more seductively than I think I’ve ever moved before. If he wants to put on a show for me, then I’ll gladly put one on for him too. I grind up and down the pole, moving around it slowly, my eyes never leaving his. A smirk passes over my lips at the chorus’ words and I see his jaw tick. Half was through my dance I crawl to the edge of the stage and slip down, my attention moving to the table directly next to Wes’s. I climb into the lap of the first man I see and begin to grind, giving the lucky guy a personal lap dance for free. My lips graze up his neck but my eyes stay focused on Wes the whole time, making sure he’s still watching, which he is. His clenched fist doesn’t go unnoticed and I smirk when he pushes the brunette away as she tries to whisper something in his ear. The music begins to fade and I’m feeling generous so I end the dance with a single kiss on the lips. I climb of the guys lap, as all his buddies whistle and applaud their friend, and head to the ‘Staff Only’ entrance, not affording Wes the satisfaction of looking back .. no matter how much I want to.

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sly-punk1712 · 7 years

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“This isn’t an intentional bribe I just happened to be baking at 4am.” The voice startles Natasha who freezes on the sofa she’d just strewn herself gracelessly onto. Her eyes snap open and her body tenses. But there’s not eminent death, the voice is unknown but no one is attacking her so they can’t be here to hurt her. Lazily as if she wasn’t just startled she turns her head toward the kitchen stark had set up in their common area. The young woman standing there is holding a dripping whisk over cookie sheet and has flour smudged across her forehead. The likelihood of death shrinks even further in Natasha’s mind. She arches a brow. All her questions in one. The girl must belong here. She’ll know.

“I’m Darcy, I help with the Science! and make cookies at odd hours.” She says and slowly splatters more dough onto the sheet. Both her hands stay visible and she’s moving in measured movements like she knows she’s started the assassin and is trying to prove she’s a friendly.

“Bribe?” The word comes out rougher than intended but Natasha hasn’t spoken in a few hours and needs a drink. The girl relaxes and begins to form her cookies more confidently.

“It’s just that, Well I’ve mastered the Eye Twitch . I’m good. But Barton? Barton has achieved this like Vein Forehead Bulging thing that makes the Eye Twitch look mediocre. And you get it, I can’t be mediocre next to Clint. But nothing bothers Phil enough.”

Natasha smirks and lets her head fall into the back of the sofa to watch the curious girl.

“Clint does”

“Oh. OH!

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After that night, Natasha watched Darcy charm the hell out of every Avenger to cross her path with a mixed batch of stubborn acts of Bad-Assary and adorableness.

Clint and Thor were wooed by her tasering of Thor and ceaseless bitching about her Ipod in a time before Natasha. Clint loves to bring up the seven different triplicate filed forms she submitted stating how the thift was unnecessary and just freaking rude. Clint of course has a weakness for people who are bitchy via paperwork so Natasha counts him as an easy win.

Steve Rogers, however is not an easy win. He’s sad and grumpy lots of the time, and working the rest of the time. So he doesn’t care for the seemingly flippant girl at first. Eventually Steve falls into her clutches when they’re mid battle and Darcy, who happened to be downtown to meet some friends, rushes to the front of a crowd of trembling civilians and told the monologuing Doctor Doom to “Get Bent” before lobbing a rock at the tallest and ugliest robot that was probably meant to be RoboBear or something similar. Darcy’s defiance makes the stern Captain bark out a laugh into the stunned silence before he can stop himself. Doom turned in Rage to the man laughing at him and the New Yorkers emboldened by the brunette begin throwing anything not tied down at the monsters.

After that the Captain laughs more. He smiles down at Darcy like she’s a miracle and he’s not sure how he got so lucky to have her near. Natasha understands that more than she’d like to admit. Darcy’s 4AM cookies have bribed more than the girl intended. Thankfully it doesn’t become an issue when Steve admits one day during lunch that she reminds him of Bucky.

Darcy of course preens a little and pinches Steve’s cheek.

“Awwweee you big nerd!!!”

Bruce had been a slow turner as he is in most things. She brings an array of teas by his desk swapping out the cups while he mutters and scribbles like a mad scientist. Natasha watches with interest as Darcy buys a thousand and ten flavors and Bruce drinks them all without complaint, even tho he only enjoys a few. Then orbit each other like that for the longest time but when Bruce turns up to the gym one morning for Yoga to find Darcy drooling lightly onto a mat, he’s done for. She had tried to catch him at it many of the previous days and had only been met by the smells of freshly put of candles and his rolled up mat. So She’d gotten up even earlier or perhaps went straight from 4AM Natasha time to the gym to stake him out. Natasha suspects this as Darcy’s shirt is still a little icky form where she wipes her hands on it after she cracks eggs.

Bruce looks at Natasha and then fondly back at the brunette before shaking his head. Sucker, Natasha thinks, but can’t fault the man because she knows she’s hooked too.

Tony’s probably the easiest and it honestly could have gone either way. Everyone’s passing threw the kitchen in search of some form of breakfast. Steve’s fresh in from a run and Natasha had only just woken up herself but not Tony or Darcy. They’ve been up all night doing Science! They’re not even here for food really just coffee. They blunder toward the coffee pot and sort of have a stand off when they realize they others goal.

“We’re on a 36 hour break thru” She says calmly. Tony frowns thoughtfully.

“I just got off a plane form Tokyo” He counters.

“I live next door to Thor and Jane and they bang a lot.” Steve chokes on whatever he was eating.

“Pepper made me sit in chair meetings?” He offers weakly. Darcy’s eyes light as if she knows she’s going to win.

“I had to take loans for my degree and I’ve never ridden in an Aston Martin ” She says smugly. Tony blanches and waves her ahead.

“We can fix that if you ever get done sciencing,I’ve got a few in the garage.” Tony offers searching for his blend at the back of the cabinet.

“Nice I’ve never had a sugar daddy before! Can we make it like a sugar uncle tho? because I’m on an no dude diet” Steve chokes again. Tony however laughs.

“Yea kid no problem” He switches the filter not looking at Darcy. The brunette gathers her victory coffee and leans in to kiss Tony on the cheek.

“Thanks Tony!” and she’s off like a breeze threw their airtight tower. Tony adores her.

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It’s during 4AM cookie time when things change again for Natasha. She wonders into the kitchen to find Darcy baking but also drinking heavily. The brunette hic-ups loudly and grins at the assassin.

“Welcome to my midnight kitchen Tasha,” Darcy waves her spoon around in wide fast motions, a glob of batter flings across the face of the fridge.

“What’s the occasion?” The red head nods at the bottle. Darcy grabs is and examines the label as tho she had forgotten it was there. She hums slightly with a frown.

“It was a courage shot, but I think it’s closer to a courage bottle now” She admits placing it slowly back on the counter. “Oh Darcy,” She rests her elbows on the counter and her head in her hands. “messing things up” She sighs.

“I don’t think you need that for courage, little one, you are incredibly brave” Natasha says kindly. Darcy snorts and pops the spoon into her mouth.

“Not about you” Darcy says around her spoon. “Just wanted to say I love youu” she muttered her cheek still packed with dough and a spoon. Her eyes water slightly in the dim lights of the night. Natasha’s heart clenches with a sudden and strong hope.

“That’s very good news, but I think you should tell me again in the morning” Natasha says taking the spoon from her mouth and pulling Darcy’s hand to bring her closer. The brunette folds effortlessly into Natasha’s arms and the red head smiles into her curls.

“This isn’t an intentional bribe but I just happen to have Gatorade and painkillers in my apartment and you’re gonna want it in the morning.” Natasha offers.

“Awwe isn’t that what I said to you? You’re so cute Tasha, cute and funny and smart and you helped me make Phil’s forehead do the thing” Darcy taps her temple with an adoring smile. Natasha chuckles and presses her lips to Darcy’s temple lightly.

“Well it was a good bribe”

#natasha romanoff #darcy lewis #darcy and natasha #how they met #bruce banner #tony stark #Steve Rogers #phil and clint #clint barton #Phil Coulson #thor mentioned #it's so late and i have to work #why am i trying to write this so late #fluff #fanfiction #whatever worth it #yall pray for me

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xottzot · 7 years

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2017-3(MAR)-15-a--Wednesday-2017--They're pretending normality. - and a lake of vomit.

Overnight was strangely quiet, as opposed to all the criminal crap that has been usually going on for so long around this area.

It was also quite cool/coldish.

I let Sam & Max outside for their ablutions around 8:30am and of course I went with them to keep an eye on them, before returning them inside becuase I had to clean up huge messes of broken branches all over on the ground everywhere from the black cockatoos yesterday who had been festooned up there all day. They have literally pruned off 1/3rd or so of an entire tree of it's branches or so just from yesterday. Branches everywhere on the ground. 'Fortunately' it wasn't raining today so I could do the cleanng up with a rake.

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Then, when I returned inside the hovel, I found a lake of dog vomit inside.

I don't know which dog threw up. It could have been one or both dogs, Sam or Max, since there were two large puddles of watery vomit next to each other on the floor which was spreading out and had to be cleaned up immediately even though I had just woken and got up.

Both Sam & Max looked and acted quite sickly, but I fed them and I'm going to have to keep a close eye on them now because we are all closer to death.

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Outside, kids were going to school, and also to the local primary school very nearby.

From the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD walked barefoot a kid of school-age in a yellow shirt who walked away and then thru the criminals pedestrian walkway. He was away for a few minutes then returned back to the CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD.

Shortly afterwards, there was an exodus of a few aboriginal kids from the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD. 2 adults (a man and woman) were with them. The adults duo were the same who were yesterday walking on the streets arguing loudly out there as they did so before going into the CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD.

But today, the group of those 2 adults, shepherded the reluctant aboriginal kids looking VERY uncharacteristically 'reponsible' and dressed 'responsible', and they walked them to the bus stop? - Or are they all simply just going to hide out at another of the many many associated houses?

They did NOT walk them to the school which is across the road. NO, that would be too normal for these criminals.

But there was still barefoot 'yellow-shirt' who stayed behind and had no intention of going with them.

Even the criminal aboriginal kid, the one who hides up in trees from Police, he too went with the adults. He was wearing his usual patchwork shirt.

After then, here's been a cavalcade of 'Watcher' vehicles about. Whether they are Police or departmentals I have no idea. They have been coming along, parking for a short while, with nobody getting out or into them, then taking off again whilst some of them have remained parked up. - Now, most have gone but one remains. - All just another mystery that will have no explanation at all.

What was strange (by their absence) was that there were no shitheads on illegal motorbikes tearing about (in THESE STREETS) yesterday and last night, depite being rampant for 3 months almost everyday straight at any times of the day or night, late am/pm or early am/pm.

Maybe the Watchers are looking about seeing if they can randomly see any of these shitheads on illegal unlicesed motorbikes? Such as the ones a few days ago tearing about the local school oval whilst a game of cricket was being played and they were witnessed by all the public. How embarrassing to authorities.

Nothing good is ever certain in this hellhole.

And you can be sure that none of them yesterday saw the ones from the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD ferreting thru the letterbox of the vacant drug dealer house.

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And now the black cockatoos are very noisily back in the tree going crazy, even more cut-off-braches falling down.....

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Around 11:00am....a postman on a motorbike goes around the streets.....but is it really?

He went down the road, then crazily turned around again and delivered something into a letterbox (as if he had almost forgotten). He delivered mail to only a few (2 or 3) house in that entire street.

Then a SECOND additional postman on a motorbike comes by 20 seconds after the first one but this second one just flies by and goes to the corner shops area. The same place the first one has gone to on his rounds. A postie party going on at the liquor store?

And you wonder why I can never ever tell when any mail is actually being delivered here?

And even mails delivered can still be stolen from letterboxes thanks to the criminals and criminal aboriginals who ferret thru peoples letterboxes at will at any time or night.

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A white car, ducks into and parks at the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD place, (or the household next to it which is also aboriginal andor allied with the criminal one next to it). The car stays only a minute or two or so, then drives away.

Just another day of truly countless comings and goings in the streets that are inexplicable.

And these are the sorts of everyday things that torment poor Sam & Max and I in these streets.

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Oh look.....at 11:43, an aboriginal kid literally sprints out of the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD and speedily runs to the shops area. He NEVER went to school, NEVER goes to school. -- And 2 minutes later he just walks back again, empty-handed into the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD.

Laundering money?

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At 12:27 after the noon, along comes an aboriginal kid from the shops direction. We walks slow. We walks slow because he's trying to eat as much of the fried chips he's carrying. And he walks into the aborginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD.

At 12:48.....two aboriginal adults (male & female) very slowly walk and go into the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD, but they literally only stay there a minute. The male has a light beard, the female carries and swings around in her hands a near-empty large plastic soft drink container. They both look and act like drug addicts. - They start walking along the street then suddenly cross the street and walk into the fenced corner house. (the rented place who's fence has been destroyed by aboriginals). - Once again, they only stay a minute then come out again and loiter around in the intersection. The male starts to talk on a mobile phone whilst leaning on a fence. (to contact other drug dealers?) -- As they're doing so, two of the criminal aboriginal kids from the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSHOLD (who NEVER go to school), they walked out of the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSHOLD, yelled something out at the two and they all slowly walked to the shops direction, but not altogether.

You think all this is normal? - Do you have this crap going on everyday around next to where YOU live?

At 13:07, an aboriginal school-aged kid comes walking out of the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD industriously picking his nose all the while as he walks along. And he makes his way to the shops area.

NONE of this is made up. All of this is fact. And it's happening as I'm typing this.

The aboriginal nose-picking kid walks back from the shops area with a plastic bag carrying items of ?

Next, just afterwards a small dark sedan with two youths in it, very slowly drives past the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD. It stops at the end of the road. Despite no traffic, it just stops there at the intersection. Then it slowly drives off into the direction it had come from and goes further into the suburb. The driver was smoking and hanging his arm & hand down out of the car with his smoke. Not pleasant.

These constant comings and goings on about here......

You think all this is normal? - Do you have this crap going on everyday around next to where YOU live?

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Sam has become growley and vicious. It is not just because of one thing, but all the crap from today is adding to it all. Sam and Max have become unconsolable. I know for a fact that Sam has nightmares in his sleep all the time. I think Max does too.

Already today Sam and Max have been fed. They have been taken outside for ablutions. Those ablutions have all been cleaned up. - I have had a small bite to eat. They had some of that. (Max became suddenly vicious afterwards but only for a short while). Then more ablutions by them. And all that was cleaned up, covered over, and made sanitary by me.

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Oh, at 13:33.....that same aboriginal kid once again has walked back from the shops area. (He must have walked up to the shops ONCE AGAIN whilst I was busy doing something, like attending my own ablutions or the dogs.)

Wandering criminal kids of criminals going up to and back from the shops......they gotta launder drug money somehow......

Constant comings and goings, goings and comings, comings and goings.....and they never go to school.

All the parked cars beyond the end of the street have vanished in the past hour before all this started happening. So of course any reports will falsley say, 'everthing okay, calm and normal'........

Because that's what they do.

And whenever they're parked-up and observing, they themselves are being observed. So of course all their overpaid surveillances are always going to say 'not much to none activity at all'.

It's not even Thursday night yet, the traditional late night shopping night of crime.....that has now been surpassed long ago and spread out and disguised.....

False calm.

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I'm in a LOT of pain.

It was the reason I had to get out of bed this morning, I had awoken in pain and I was just laying there awake in pain.

Therafter Sam & Max heard me awake and demanded to be let outside for their daily ablutions.

Sorry, I just had to stop writing there becaause I sneezed three times quickly in rapid suceession. I've lost count how many times I've sneezed today. I'm not feeling well. Nobody cares if I was dead.

Nothing outside but criminals walking up and down the streets. If you see by todays chronicling, this is what it has become around here. And of course apparently it's all my fault. Everything is my fault. But I am NOT to blame for any of that! Especially the things I am never to blame for. I'm a hundred, a thousand times cursed to die.

I dread waking up every day and finding myself still in ever-worsening hell.

At least there's no riots in the streets as there has been in the past. But daring just to say that will now ensure something will happen.....

I heard shitheads about earlier this morning.....tearing about in cars and on motorbikes. Just because I don't write about them doesn't mean they're not happening. I try to only write about the events and things I am certain of, or I have witnessed myself.

Last night, whilst taking Sam & Max outside for their many ablution events because they are unwell, I kept hearing cars and stuff tearing about, doing 'burnouts' on nearby roads and such. I heard that late at night in darkness, as well as early morning in darkness. (doing it in daylight means the shitheads might be reported by the innocent public you see.....) -- All that crap was happening nearby but not in the immediate area.

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The damnned jet aircraft in the sky coming and going from the airport and low flying has been terrible.

For a period earlier today though it was more quiet than usual and I almost forgot about the damned things but then they've started to S-L-O-W-L-Y fly past low again and come in to land.....

I'm sure the passengers can easily look down out of their cosy plane windows at me or Sam & Max suffering when we're outside......

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P@15:30--I love you Fliss and want to be with you. So does poor dear Sam & Max. And we are suffering so much.

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fiddle--faddle · 7 years

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Defining Divine

In a certain place in which the very dramas are airing on the show, there firmly standing a unique creature called ‘Human’. Do you ever think of how you describe this creature? Or do you ever think of how other creatures adjudicate the humans? They’re so unique as they be; as each were consisted of various genes and alleles conformations, also producing various genotype and its phenotypes. Even so, varieties won’t make these creatures to become more sublime. It’s their logical framework of thinking that proposes. Yeah, we named it the framework of thinking; A key to the world’s fickly dynamics, a precursor of the ongoing phenomenons, and a first domino piece to tumble. One simple thought would become a surge of mind. One simple mind would become a surge of paradigm. One simple paradigm would become an action, an action would become a habit, and a simple touch of habit would greatly become culture. So first, and foremost, it’s the circuit or the framework of thinking that creates a pattern of life embodiment. It’s a God’s fairest gift cause we’re capable enough of doing this effortlessly.

Thinking. Im sure that 99% of the human population had ever been thinking about their existences in this world, why we’re being born and what shud we do with it, why we gotta do this do that and tada tada. We called it raison d'etre. And sooo as we grow up, we tend to be often blinded by the gleaming mundanes that are gradually instilled within us; been blinded by busily frenziedly hustle bustle of external demands and temptations. And somehow been accustomed and conditioned to the philosophical life regulations. Have you ever been thinking why should we work and doing the dull monotonous routines all over again? Or have you ever been thinking why do you live in such ferocious environments where people ambitiously contending just to be on the top? …arduously to meet people’s expectations? wanting to be respected so badly? to get the title? or merely just to be survive? But why? Why do they didnt share the same acknowledgements to survive and go to the top together? Why one must be the winner, the only one whom remarkably survive among the others? survive for what? survive for whom? Well. if you’ve ever been thinking about this whole phenomenons then you’re starting to get closer to thinking something more divine.

How are we defining divine actually? It’s not something that people could freely boasted. It’s something that most people reticently keep in mind cause they aint gonna start a fresh tongue skirmish dont they? I once read a book about a correlation of science and religion in philosophical aspects. The book pointed out that science and religion is like a tug of war and one self as a single player; then which side would he/she chose? meaning that the balance of life can be attained as to stay still in the mediocre equilibrium. Well…..I couldnt say so and I thought it wasnt entirely acceptable tho. So what is actually divine? Is it something like that we thought for all this time? Or is it actually a tangible realm over beyond human reach? No matter how we try, the underlying mystery would always be settled in the holy safekeeping. And no matter how hard we think, how we interpret the gazillions solar system, or how me make a bunch of various assumptions without any proofs to behold, we would never know the truth unless we’re gone from this place. But somehow, to me divine is rather like a tingling feeling through thinking than a hidden unreachable embodiment. And the question is, how often do we think about it?

As I told you before, everyday lifes didnt give enough time for us to think profoundly about the raison d'etre. Everyday, every single time our minds are solemnly occupied with daily mundanes as works or stuffs. Had it ever cross your mind that something might turn out dreadfully awful in a short period of time? Had it ever crossed your mind that if anything could possibly betide in just 1 second or less? Like when you’re running thru the station to catch a train, a second slower then the automatic door abruptly closed. Or when you’re horribly late for school/work, but no matter how fast your vehicle race on the street, one second slower still got you the red lamp instead of green. You would certainly be thinking of “what have i done wrong to deserve this kind of punishments” and you just keep blabbering prattling swearing nonstop out of your mouth. What’s the benefit anyway? Had it ever cross your mind what it would be of one second faster? maybe the train unexpectedly crashed in the middle of the trip, or the car got hit by an abysmally truck from the sideway? Are you prepared for that? Then again, ...when you allowed yourself to taking in those alternate reasons and setting aside your prejudgements, you would be closer to something more divine.

Now. When you’re sitting quietly in a half-empty train, or strolling along the pavement, or laying alone in the bedroom, and your mind suddenly wandering off having no directions, you start thinking about “what the hell am i doing right now” and then you start contemplating about everything that has passed your day. And it feels as if the world looking at you, trying to talk to you, but you just dont know what to say. Or, when youre being showered by abundant activities on the weekdays, and then you have a free weekend and you got a ‘me time’ for yourself. Have you ever been thinking that a little part of you is actually missing? As if youre losing yourself? You’re wondering what have you done through the weekend, as if youre not there, your soul just sitting alone in the corner in utmost tranquility and silently watching as if the time instructed your body to always move along. You’re doing something. But you feel numb. Nothing. You feel like you’ve just woken up from a deep deep deep slumber with a higgledy-piggledy series of dreams. Then, when you get up and look in the mirror, you see the reflection of yourself, soulless, dull, hollow, and you start to think is it actually reflects your own self? your inner self? And you finally thinking of who you really are. Thinking about the things you get done with your own bare hands, have you done some good deeds or is the opposite? And then you sum up your courage to finally ask yourself a question thats been hindering you during the ‘deep sleep’ like, “why should I live?” “To whom we actually lived for?” If you have some those things in mind, ...then again, you’re only one step closer to something divine.

Life maybe as just a fleeting glimpse. Time is always ticking and thought is always flicking. It can be as topsy-turvy as jumping bunny or as a hyperactive grasshopper. Even so, the more messy and unorganized our minds are, the further our minds wandering, the more complicated yourself become, the more youre getting lost in your thoughts, and more getting lost in your action, and above all, getting lost to yourself until you have no control of it…… You’re actually much closer to thinking something more divine, when you’ve finally found peace.

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