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cr1ms0nesp3ra-ac3 · 30 days

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Part 3: DAY 03

( Sleep Token Lyric Challenge by @a-s-levynn )

This ain't gonna be art for now..

yet.

But instead! An oc's sibling angst oneshot,but before you must start.. warnings ↓

{ TW/TRIGGER WARNINGS:

Implied kidnapping

Mentions of Dysfunctional Family and Implied Abuse(such as either mental, emotional and physical.)

Mentions of Death ( which includes characters who are my ocs, also um parent death. )

Implied Panic Attacks

Mentions of Nightmares

Styles of Anxiety and Paranoia

And Mental Heath mentioned.}

( Btw, just to let you know that this is only my oc lore and my interpretation canon lore to ST, and no this is not canon in real life that they will be having a new band member. I just had to clarify just in case fore' I had to block someone who had said it. )

That will be a first POV of this lore I will be working btw.. and with that!

Let us begin..

an Ascensionism inspired angst oneshot.

Undercut: ↓

[ August 3, 2023 took place of-

Las Vegas, the REDACTED Residence on a streetown. ]

There is no way, no way that the brother that I always love..

now went missing.

I can't be all alone! NOT LIKE THIS!!

Not without my brother like that!! How am I supposed to keep on waiting since he told me that secret?!

...But none of that matters anyway, my sisters were still nicer to me.. though I- can notice that they felt tired.

I see why..

All was starting with worry when Jasmine tried to call Ace, over and over again but there is no response.

Til now.. Hell broke loose when She and Nora began to argue outside of my room during 8:14 PM after Nora returned from working at Starbucks.. I didn't like that, when I began to just hearing that Ace haven't responded her calls.

I didn't believe her at first.. til I tried calling him too.

No responses.

Yet it's the same thing when I tried and tried again. But again, all nothing but silence.

Now I feel scared, scared if my brother was either snatched by someone, or is it because he was busy? But what I am now officially dealing with is that.. well—

I didn't want the broken family we used to had unto from return, Jasmine began to feel tired, feel workaholic, and yet anger is inside because she'll do what it takes to find Ace.. She now works for the detective after she had to quit her job for being a gardener, but Nora and I were worried, but we also didn't want to interrupt her.. and so, we had no choice.

We had to leave her and move somewhere so that she won't hurt us again.

Like our own mother and grandfather from before.

I remember Father and Auntie trying to protect us from them, not until they died from a terrible accident.. yet we're the only three left, the Siblings.

[ August 8, 2023, 10:38 PM.. 4 weeks later after. ]

My own sense of anxiety and paranoia began to spread as I was just lying still on my bed, staring at the celling from midnight. Reflecting it like a shadow shuddering behind the celling fan.. and yet I was shaking from only fear. Because of fear, only just fear and nothing else.

I can't help but feel nothing as a fragile doll, but I don't want them to know..

...There was a nightmare I had, 3 weeks ago at 11:11 PM.

I didn't even want to mention it but it was so scary... Scary but at first, me and Ace were just playing around at the neighborhood, I didn't realize that something happened. Then I stopped, in confusion.. and now scared, as I just saw my brother being held from blue strings, for me, I was forced to watch him get dragged away by... those 5 red eyes.

Yes, those 5 red eyes... I'm not sure what that was. But it scared me.

I was supposed to run up to my brother, reaching him, trying to save him from whatever is trying to get him.

But darkness nor light either tried to stop me, as I got greeted by an...archangel entity–like demi-god, it looked like a woman but not like that in my own eyes.

This demi-god I first saw has 5 eyes, white silvered skin, glowing red color, 3 wings, a black veil dressed and dried dark brown medium-like hair, while staring at my brother who is now in strings like a puppet doll. There was someone controlling him..

I was too frozen when staring at...whoever is hunting my dreams, the expression was blank, blank at first but there is a smile to the lips.. she slowly placed a finger on her lips to keep me quiet, I don't know what to do now but to nod despite my paranoia and fear beginning to rise up.

Then she proceeded to leave like a floating angel, when I tried to get up and shouted at my brother's name to make him "respond"..

I now woke up, shaking and shivering what I just witness.

It was someone, someone who was actually the one who took my brother away from me. And yet I...hated that nightmare. I really do.

Then weeks later, I always pretended that everything is okay to my sister Nora, she was suspicious at first but she always just shrugged and just..let that slide, thank god.

I was this lucky enough that I began to had an panic attack when I was home alone, lucky me didn't have the security cameras at our new home.. Wonder how Jasmine is okay but who knows...

I feel she is no longer the first older sister I loved now. She has changed.

But what that reminds me... Ace is a journalist, he is trying to research about that "Sleep" God he tells me and my sisters' stories about. Every now and then.

Until realization hits me...

Did it just..

.....Was it the one who took Ace?

..Did it, or she actually did?

Or is just my anxiety trying and making me feel delusional?

And yet I hate it.

I hated it so much that I can't help but cry quietly and softly in fear and anxiety mixing together from my brain and body, I tend to cover it with under my own pillow and my blanket.

This is really all my fault for keeping a lot of secrets, it must have been. Because before the week he went missing, he told me about something of him wanting to be a new bandmate of that band we all loved.

I just wish I could stay with Ace.

I just wish I couldn't keep his secrets but I just can't do it, ..bitter consequences will hit me if I say the truth to the ones I know.

This will be the bitter deception I will be forced to live on for now. And it cannot make me feel safe. Nor to set me free from the tragic and sadness that I've been through.

....But maybe.... just— m-maybe..

If you are really safe for me, or you feel comfort for being safe to whoever snatched you, dear brother..

Will you come home?

#oc #oc angst #fanfic #angst oneshot #oneshot #sleep token #sleep token oc #sleep token 666 #<- ( mentioned. )#sleep token band #sleep token fanfic #sleep token fanfiction #tw implied kidnapping #tw mentions of dysfunctional fam #tw mentions of death #tw anxiety #tw paranoia #tw mental health mention #tw parent death mention #tw implied abuse #tw mentions of nightmares #Poor Jake has been through a lot!!!#Btw. Jake and Jasmine will have a very important role during the lore expansion.. they've changed of what they do nor don't want to be now.#sleep token sleep #<- ( mentioned but she only appears in whatever scenes I put lol )#Ma boy is slowly bout to get mental health during the age of 11- I .... feel bad honestly to my ocs help #🥲😭 my honest reaction to this:#a series of small offerings #welp- time for day 4 tomorrow! this time its art again hehe...#time to torture Jake for angst- sorry little small blond boi 😭

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cjrights · 17 days

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songs that remind me of my dysfunctional family

this is random but i love my fam fam so much so here we go

ngl this is only alora and luce but i love my extended family and daughter as well 😘😘😘😘😘😘

A L O R A M Y P R I N C E S S

@iminlovewithpaigebueckers

Halley’s Comet (billie eilish) - one of my fav songs ever and the vibes are very alora: “ive been loved before but right now in this moment, i feel more and more like i was made for you”

intro (end of the world) (ariana grande) - song makes me feel like im taking a breath of fresh air and so does alora so! “if the moon went dark tonight, and if it all ended tomorrow, would i be the one on your mind?”

Enchanted (taylor swift) - hehehe one of my favs on speak now and lyrics just ring true! “ill spend forever wondering if you knew, i was enchanted to meet you”

Best Thing I Got (sabrina carpenter) - this song is so fye and it’s so cutie and baby wlw coded “and i don’t think it’s any kind of secret, i feel your love from a million miles away… your love is the best thing that I got, and it’s only just begun”

seven (taylor swift) - yeah iykyk the best series ever ever go read rn cause just duh “your braids like a pattern, love you to the moon and to saturn”

I’ll Kill You (summer walker) - whole song idk i don’t want to talk ab it “you know I love you like no one else could, i go to hell and back for you”

PTPOM 2.0 (mohead mike) - self explanatory i fear “put that pussy on me…”

love language (ariana grande) - whole damn song tbh (free alora) “i promise it’s the little things you do that make me want to give it all to you… teach me how to love you im not learning what ain’t right, i want you to keep speaking my love language baby talk your shit all night”

Sunsetz (cigarettes after sex) - the vibe reminds me of her “and when you go away i still see you”

lacy (olivia rodrigo) - not the parts where it’s like i fucking hate you and want to be you so bad but the sweet parts 🥰 “i see you everywhere, the sweetest torture one could bare”

cardigan (taylor swift) - because alora is my comfort person “and when i felt like i was an old cardigan, you put me on and said i was your favorite”

L U C E M Y T W I N

@lucespeaks

TOPIA TWINS (travis scott) - do i even need to explain “twin bitches, twin bitches hopping off a jetski”

I miss you, I’m sorry (gracie abrams) - this is our song whenever we fight smh 😔 “and i know you said that we’re not talking, but i miss you, im sorry”

Bags (clairo) - this is luce’s songggg and alora too!! “know you’d make fun of me” (lololol)

Nobody Gets Me (sza) - JUST CAUSE YEAH “how am i supposed to let you go? only like myself when im with you, nobody gets me you do”

everything i wanted (billie eilish) - a song literally written about a sibling bond so yk “and you say as long as i am here, no one can hurt you”

Thinkin Bout You (frank ocean) - beautiful song like my beautiful twin “cause ive been thinking about forever”

Somewhere Only We Know (keane) - a love letter to my twin “oh simple thing, where have you gone? i’m getting old and i need something to rely on”

Treacherous Twins (Drake) - also self explanatory “you my treacherous lil’ twin and you know that we locked in”

LIGHT SHOWER (melanie martinez) - not the horny parts because… but this is one of my fav songs and it reminds me of twin “you are the light ive been searching for forever”

cowboy like me (taylor swift) - CAUSE WE THE SAME PERSON FR FR “takes one to know one, you’re a cowboy like me”

Poison Poison (reneé rapp) - THIS ONE IS A JOKE BUT I HAD TO INCLUDE “you get on my nerves, you’re so fucking annoying”

#cj loves music #random lyrics #alora my princess #luce my twin #dysfunctional family #I LOVE MY FAM FAM #truly my girls #wouldn’t trade them for the world

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py-dreamer · 7 months

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And here's the finished piece y'all!

(here's the WIP for comparison \'/\'/)

I will say, I do hope this was worth the wait and there are noticable improvements!

Honestly pretty proud of this piece!

(Also sorry I couldn't post this earlier, I had to complete some work before finishing this ^u^')

and see! I did promise Bai He the spotlight and y'all received!

I will admit, I MIGHT have gotten a bit carried away with the embelishments and embroidery but COME ON.

I know practically speaking, there wouldn't be this much embroidery and pattern on her outfit for someone living in the wild and well... a monkey BUT STILL

I just wanted her to match with Mac and achieve that gypsy look is all! I already went full force with him so why not give a little pizazz to his daughter?

(BTW, ALL members of the shadowalkers fam will eventually get their own tulle shawl/wrap thingy. You'll just have to wait for me to design Wukong & Mk)

Headcanon that Mac & Bai He made parts of their clothes together and while Mac was busy doing his own thing, Bai He befriended a cat but it got it's paws in the paint and walked all over her shawl. Then Mac comes back to the mess and Bai He decides to keep it like that. XD

Also Bai He was learning sewing and stuff (cause she rips her own clothes so often she needs to learn how to patch it up) and did the embellishments by herself and was so proud of it afterwards. (Like if Mac can get clouds on his robe in canon, then Bai He can have flowers and butterflies on her dress)

Actually y'know what? No this isn't headcanon. This is canon to the au now.

I was originally going to place the embellishments at the hem of the dress almost like a trim, but that looked too uniform so then I remembered Mirabel's dress and took inspo from that.

Additionally, I kind of retconned the purple dress in Mac's piece. I knew pink was kind of Bai He's signature but I just didn't know how well that pastel/barbie pink would fit into the foresty background but hey! We got there eventually.

You might also notice that her wristbands are present this time!

Maybe as she got older, Macaque started teaching her how to make more stuff (he is an artist after all; made his own plays, drawings, a video game) he helped her make her wristbands.

At first they were just going to have her name engraved into it but then I remembered Macaque's lantern and how it used the character for light in it's design and I thought that was super cool so I kinda stole it for my design heh...

Mei was actually a bit last minute cause Merlin wasn't in the original shot but I wanted to give Mei some screentime too since she is rather underrated. And it was a fun challenge to shade her feathers

Not much to say bout' MK, he's just good ol Mk in this one.

I will admit the hair was a little tricky here cause again: shading dark hair is a pain in the &ss but the yellow sunlight made it a bit easier

Surprisingly the hardest part of this was the background

Turns out colour picking directly from screenshots won't ALWAYS work (^~^')

hope u had fun listening to my lil au!

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rhinny-rin · 7 months

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WARNING! LOTM Chap 1394(the end) Spoiler!!

Re-Reading the last Vol and has finally finished it, I have some questions about the Moretti Family.. I really wonder how they become believer of the Fool. Melissa telling her lil sweet niece to Greet him make me wonder if she know something about the Fool, somethimg personal, as if she know the Fool is her 'dead' brother. Or is it maybe just a Believer being Respectful(?) To their god, Or maybe She didnt know about the Fool's Identity but his angel(which is just another identity of him)... and Who spill the tea to them? Im sure they didnt just found out about it unless they do a really dedicated search like Leonard did..

I want Klein to play with his lil niece. I feel like she is a lil prankster or well handful or something, Maybe after high-fiving with Klein, She thought it would be nice and a good idea to pray to him and ask him to play with her whenever she is bored and alone or something, maybe ask him to help her homeworks(lmao)... at soem day, they play that kind of afternoon tea party lil girls always play. Some other time, maybe She dress up(somehow?? Idk) the tentacle. When she is having problem with history homeworks or stuff, She ask Klein to help her and Klein being a History graduate and still love History, happily help her. Maybe some day The Fam found out about it and the Niece has to explain why she is distrubing a slumbering god, which even the Tarot club, an organization right under him, dont dare to do that unless something really Important.

I dont know, I need more Moretti Family moment... I want them to Reunite with Klein after He woke up... I miss them so much.. oh maybe add Mr. Azik too, at this point, he is like a Father Figure for Klein/Zhou... plus he is one of the few who know all his struggle and stuff, also one of few who Klein can openly become himself without worrying bout something..

Wow, thisnis becoming soke kind of rant? Idk lmaoo sorry

#lotm #lord of the mysteries #lotm spoilers

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wookieejamcrew · 1 month

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adding her to the brenquisitor fam!! sorry bout it!

#YOU HAVE BEEN ADOPTED‼️‼️YOU ARE NOW ONE OF MY ELITE DAUGHTERS ‼️‼️

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vonrew · 1 month

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GC OC ANGST

“HOW ABOUT I BUY YOU A NEW PHONE TO MAKE UP FOR IT, HUH? REPLACE THAT FUCK ASS FLIP PHONE YOU GOT?!”

“ZAC— TOO FAR TOO FAR.”

“ZAC SHUT UP FOR ONCE.”

“How bout you mind your own business for once Zac. Sorry, I forgot that- YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO THAT.”

A heavy silence quickly encased the room.

It was just one thing after another for Bo. First, he had to do repo work. It was just his luck that he had to deal with a particularly rowdy client. Then, he had a flat on his way back. That enough was all it took for him to want to crawl into bed for the rest of the day.

But nooooo.

Whatever God that had been getting a kick out of the teen’s morning-to-noon decided that it wanted even more entertainment. So it sent Zac to “greet” him when he opened his front door to a crash.

And there laid Repo’s car models.

They were just for decoration. He had been told. But it would take a fool not to notice how proud the mantis mutant was of the small figurines.

But when his little sister was picking up the broken pieces, telling Zac and Emmie that they were leaving, Emmie started YELLING at her. Asking her “WHAT DID I DO?” and saying, “I DIDN’T DO SHIT.”

Well, Emmie was right.

She DIDN’T do shit.

What she COULD have done was take her brother and leave with no questions after he BROKE something. But noooo…

Melody, bless her soul, being the sweetheart that she is, does her best to defuse the situation with a strong voice but shaky hands.

‘Why would they yell at her? Direct their feelings onto her?’

“Wherever Zac goes I’ll go.”

The nail on the head.

“Yeah, why don't you? Zac. Get the fuck out and take your babysitter with you.”

Bo watched as Emmie’s face twisted and Zac straightened up.

“I don't want to see either of you on this property again.”

“I AM NOT HIS BABYSIT—”

“WELL I HOPE THE FUCK NOT- YOU’D DO A SHITTY JOB! WORSE THAN NOW— DO YOU SEE JUST HOW MANY TANTRUMS HE'S HAVING AT HIS GROWN AGE?! OHHHH BUT HERE COMES THE EXCUSE— “HE DIDN'T GROW UP WITH A LOVING FAM—” OH GO CRY YOURSELF A RIVER AND BUILD A BRIDGE TO GET THE FUCK OVER IT.”

“BO! WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT.” Melody latched onto his arm. Her claws digging into his skin.

It was a surprisingly good grounder. Even if that wasn't her intention.

“WHATEVER MADE YOU THINK I WANTED TO BE HIS BABYSITTER!?”

Bo’s head snapped up. He was never aware of the fact that he was looking down as Emmie’s face grew red.

“I NEVER ASKED FOR THAT POSITION. I NEVER ASKED TO HAVE TO CONSTANTLY WATCH HIS ASS. I NEVER ASKED TO HAVE TO BE THE ONE TO BAIL HIM OUT OF EVERY SITUATION. I NEVER ASKED TO LEARN FIRST AID BECAUSE MY BIG BROTHER WOULD COME HOME WITH GASHES THE SIZE OF HIS FOREARM. I NEVER ASKED TO BE SWEPT UP IN WHATEVER FUCKERY HE ALWAYS GETS HIMSELF INTO—”

‘Who is him?’ Bo found himself asking as he finally pulled his eyes away from Emmie’s seething form.

‘Whose Mel looking at?’ He tried to look over her only to realize they were now on the floor. ‘When had I-’

“I NEVER ASKED TO BE HIS SISTER!”

That sentence alone seemed enough to snap everyone out of it.

Emmie’s face immediately turned to her brother. A look of shock and regret quickly swamped her features.

Melody’s eyes were wide. She didn't even know what to say. What could she say to both parties that wouldn't hurt the other more than they already are?

“Zac—” Emmie started to walk towards her brother, her voice cracking. “I didn't… I didn't really mean any of that.”

“No, you definitely meant it if you were loud enough to get the fact that you “didn't ask to be my sister” through my “hard head”.”

Was Zac… crying?

“Zac. I didn't mean it. I was angry, upset, and confused.” She tried to place her hand on his shoulder before he jerked away. It looked like he just got burnt, instinctually flinching away from the skillet.

“I won't come back on your property.” Zac quickly wiped at his eyes before he actually let any tears fall. “Emmie you won't have to worry about me anymore either, since that's what you want so bad.”

It wasn't but seconds later that Zac and Emmie left. One just after the other.

Melody rose from the floor first. Picking up what was left of Repo’s models. Bo would probably just say that he bumped into them. Just to save the trouble.

She didn't spare her brother anything but a parting glance before her eyes drooped. “You might want to clean that… before it gets infected.”

Bo knew that her claws had left a mark at the very least, but when he looked down he saw what had caused that stinging feeling to linger. There were small cuts on his arm from when Melody had grabbed onto him harshly after his spill about Zac being childish.

He really was a hypocrite when he did the same thing.

Bo picked himself up off the floor and forced himself to at least grab a few things from the bathroom to disinfect his arm. He didn't look in the mirror.

Bo never even properly bandaged his new wounds before passing out. He barely even made it to his bed. Just spraying his arm and then wiping away the disinfectant.

He slept for roughly thirteen hours.

This was supposed to be a quick one-shot for my oc Bo but uhhhh, I spiraled😋

Bo: belongs to me

Zac: @acey-waceyy123

Melody: @skrapa-doodlzz

Emmie: @star4yarry

Also if you guys wanna see more of these ocs check out our character tumblrs! You can find Bo’s along with the others at @bozo-bo

#rottmnt #tmnt #tmnt 2018 #rise of the tmnt #vonrew ocs #tmnt oc #oc #tmnt x oc #angst #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2018 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

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thepaintedlady00 · 1 year

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Nightshade

Chapter 13 | Chapter 15

Chapter 14: Umami

An update!!! 🥳🥳🥳 Sorry for the long wait y'all. I am back! So hopefully the updates will get back to normal now. Thank you all for being patient 🥰 I hope you enjoy the chapter!

TW: More Jennifer horribleness, mentions of cancer and minor suicidal thoughts/implications, spicy dreams and very inappropriate thoughts, some wholesome Harrow fam content, Jake boxing 🥵, Lena being a bit of a tease, as always language, mentions of alcohol and drugs, the idiots are idioting, phone sex? Lena vs. Jennifer, Ozzy vs. Jennifer aka protective dad Oz, memories of blood and violence, Lena receives some unwanted attention, straight-up violence (mentions of knives & lots of punching) My editing site is on the fritz and I sped edited this so please take any mistakes with a grain of salt!

Moments of true freedom - from life and even from one's own thoughts - were rare, especially in this city. The noise and the strong smells and the bright lights all demanded immediate attention and, at times, made settling impossible. That was why walking through the old gym, surrounded by the steady sounds of fists striking the sandbags and Patrick's loud voice practically shouting encouragement at those he worked with, was peaceful. That, above all familial ties, was why The Ring was special.

Boxing had always been a passion for Peter. There was a time when he'd practically lived and breathed it. He'd been so strong then, so agile in and out of the ring. So how was it he now stood, panting in front of the lightest punching bag they had? Cancer. Right, he thought, forcing his thin, sore body to take a stance in front of the bag and punch. Just one more. He'd tell himself, though one often turned into ten which then turned into too many.

Patrick watched him; no matter what part of the gym he was in or what task he was doing, Peter could feel his brother's eyes. It both made him feel comfortable and irritated. He was the big brother. It was his job to be watching them, but he couldn't even do that. The image of Lena's worn down, fearful expression she'd shown him a few days ago after her encounter with Jennifer flashed in his mind. He ground his teeth together, punching as hard as he could. She didn't deserve to feel that way, not after what she lived through, and he'd sworn… He'd promised to protect her. Peter believed himself in many things, but now chief among those was one word. One damning title he knew he'd never be rid of. Liar.

Anger had never fueled him before, he'd never needed it to, but now that seemed to be the only thing he had left. The only thing the damn leukemia hadn't stripped him of. Peter missed his hair and his muscle and the way he could eat and drink whatever he wanted without worrying about throwing it all up immediately after. He missed the days when he'd dance with his father in the ring and get to listen to the older man's stories. He missed the peace that boxing had once brought him.

"The Harrow's got their demons, boy," his father always said. "Demons you ain't been touched by. It's bout the only thing I'll give the Glovers credit for."

Lena had always been haunted by Dad's fabled Harrow Demons. She'd been brash and angry and hurt for years after she'd come to live with them permanently. Peter remembered those days so clearly. Patrick and Lena fought until they were both bloody and bruised - Pat, the wary stray dog that saw Lena's trauma and anger as a threat to the life he'd somehow stumbled into, and Lena, the stray cat that saw Patrick's size and temper and was incapable of separating him from the others that had abused her - Ozzy and Dad arguing over what to do about the fighting and drugs and discontent. Boxing was the one thing that took all their noise and chaos and demons and turned it into something better.

Better was when his sister didn't flinch at his every move, and Patrick stopped sneaking food from the table to hoard in that hideous old backpack full of essentials he kept under his bed for years. Better was Dad and Ozzy sharing long looks as they all sat around the table at Nana's eating dinner together. It was watching his siblings playfully bicker as they turned on Ghostbusters - Dad's favorite movie - before they passed out on the floor of their tiny living room. He closed his eyes, clinging to the faint feeling of warmth the memories brought him as he imagined his Dad's warm embrace as he and Ozzy smashed him between them on the old couch.

Passion, love, warmth. That's what he should have felt as his fists hit their target, but it wasn't. The comforting warmth turned cold as a bitter, frustrated, and angry shout escaped his throat, and he nearly fell to the floor. Patrick was at his side in an instant, his brother's coarse hands settling onto his shoulder, discreetly holding him steady. "Easy there, hot shot. Don't wanna break the bag or any bones."

Peter knew his words were teasing, but the tight cold anger that squeezed his throat didn't seem to care. He shrugged off Patrick's hands and glared at him. "I'm fine."

"Pete," his brother started.

"Fuck off, Patrick." He didn't sound like himself but rather some hollow shell of what he used to be.

Thank god Patrick knew when to leave well enough alone. "Holler if you need me, big brother," he patted his shoulder with no look of pity or anger at Peter's harshness but rather a soft smile. "I'll be here."

He'd never admit it to those closest to him, but Peter was afraid. Leukemia wasn't a simple thing. It was a death sentence for so many, and part of him couldn't help but scoff at the idea that he would be any different. Nestled comfortably beside that dark thought was another, equally ugly. Maybe death would be better.

Catching a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror, he felt the disconnect cut through him like he was made of butter. The face staring back wasn't him. It was too old, too thin, and too… Dead to be him. He remembered what his face was supposed to look like - full cheeks and a wide smile, shaggy brown hair, and life inside his eyes. Peter didn't know the person that stared back at him. Had the cancer taken that too? Had it taken all he was as well as all he could have been?

Behind him, someone cleared their throat, and Peter bit the inside of his cheek. "I said I'm fine, Pat. Just leave it."

"That's hardly a tone a son should have with his mother." Everything inside him stilled. He didn't want to look, didn't want to face the woman that had hurt him more than the cancer ever could. After the initial shock, his father's stubbornness and Ozzy's pride filled his lungs, forcing him to turn and glare at the old wrinkled face of Jennifer Glover.

She looked different than he remembered, though his memory of her was limited to his early childhood, where her skin had been smooth, and her blonde hair hadn't been speckled with strands of gray. It was the smile that made him angry again. Soft and smug, condescending even when coming to grovel. "It's a good thing I'm not your son then, isn't it?"

"Come now, darling." She dared a step forward and extended her hand to his cheek. For a moment, it almost looked like she was hurt, seeing him so sickly. For a moment, Peter could have fooled himself into believing she cared. "You look so-"

He brushed her hand off him. "I don't need you to tell me how sick I look."

"Older. I was going to say you looked so much older than I imagined." Jennifer chuckled, shaking her head. "I was sorry to hear about your diagnosis."

"Sorry?" He spat. "Spare me the pity and just tell me what you want."

She recoiled slightly with a disappointed hum. "I want to spend time with my son."

Peter laughed then, bitter and cold. "Ahh, of course. I'm only worth your time when I'm dying, right?"

"There's no need to be cruel, Peter." Jennifer sighed. "I'm trying to show you I care."

"Too little too late." He sucked in a hot breath, putting a fire in his lungs. "You could have reached out years ago… You could have never left, but you did. What was it you said that day?" The look on her face told him she remembered, but the way she pulled her lips tightly together told him she wasn't going to admit it.

She knelt down and took his hands in hers, smiling at him while Dad held onto Lena as if his life depended on it. "Your sister and I are going away."

"Will you be back soon?" He asked the child-like innocence in his voice hopeful.

"No." His mother fixed his hair with a look of disinterest.

His brows knit together. "Can I come to visit you?"

She sighed. "Lena and I will be very busy, and we likely won't be in one place long enough for visits."

"I'm not going to see you again?" He asked. "But… You're my mom." His eyes drifted to Lena. "She's my sister. We're a family."

"You have too much of your father in you," was her bitter reply. "He is your family. Lena is mine."

Peter felt his heart shatter at her words. "I don't understand."

Jennifer squeezed his hands and stood. "Goodbye, Peter."

He could only stand in shock and watch her glare at Dad as he whispered to Lena. "I promise I'll see you again, slugger."

She practically ripped Lena away and shoved the small child into the back of the cab, turning over her shoulder. "Remember my promise, Jack."

Dad shook his head and spit on the sidewalk. "Remember mine too, Jen."

"I had too much of my father in me." Peter laughed. "That was your reasoning for leaving me behind and never even bothering to visit or call."

She pursed her lips to cover up her disdain. "I made mistakes-"

"Abusing my sister wasn't a mistake." He ground his teeth together. "And abandoning me sure as hell wasn't one either."

Jennifer opened her mouth to speak again but was overshadowed by the booming voice of his brother as he returned from the back room. "Oi! We don't have a sign or nothing but no neglectful wannabe mothers allowed in the gym!"

Disgust filled her features instantly as she looked at the copper head of hair that shoved beside her. "And here I thought Jack showed some sense and got rid of you before dying."

"The old man was sensible enough." Patrick grinned. "He died with everything you ever wanted."

"Leave me and my son to our conversation, you worthless stray."

"I'm not your son." Peter straightened his back and stepped between the two of them. "Get out, Jennifer. My brother and I have a gym to run."

To his surprise, she didn't argue as she turned and made her way to the door, pausing to look back at him. "I was wrong, you know. Lena turned out to be just like your father, but you…" She smiled. "You're mine, Peter."

Patrick was quick to scoff and flip her off as she left the building. "What a bitch." He looked at Peter with a sigh. "You alright?"

"Yeah," he replied, shaking off the question. "I'm fine."

"What's it we always tell Lena?" Patrick asked. "It's okay not to be okay."

"That's different."

"No, it isn't."

"Lena has lived through some of the worst things in this world-"

Pat nodded along for a moment before interrupting. "So have you. Leukemia isn't a walk in the park, Pete. It's taken a toll on ya and I… We all want you to know it's okay if you're not fine."

Peter could feel the sting of tears building in his eyes as Jennifer's words burrowed into his mind and Patrick's genuine heartfelt concern swirled around him. All of it was warring. Anger and peace. Jennifer's calculus manipulation and Patrick's warm support. He didn't know what to feel, so he settled, exhaling a long breath. "I know. I'm… Sorry, I've been so short with you lately."

"Don't apologize," Pat insisted. "God knows I've been a real dick to you sometimes."

Laughing at the truth of his words, Peter set a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Thanks for putting up with me."

Patrick smiled. "That's what family does. Now stop worrying, big brother, and give me ten more solid punches."

For the first time in weeks, he felt the anger shift, turning into the passion he once held in abundance. With each new punch, Peter slowly accepted the fact that things had changed, he had changed, and that was okay. Sure, he didn't look or feel like himself, but with time that wouldn't last forever. He was angry and bitter, but he'd earned that right, and emotions like that didn't last long when smothered by the love and support of a family. And Peter had one hell of a family.

Sweat glistened on her skin as the warm morning light poured in through his window. Her red hair clung to her as she moved on top of him, face soft and twisted in pleasure. Jake couldn’t stop touching her, his palms taking hold of her thighs, squeezing the soft flesh and helping her bounce on his dick. His scalp burned at the pressure of her long fingers digging into his hair, pulling at him until their lips touched.

Kissing her was like kissing an open flame. It consumed him entirely, making his face burn with heat and desire and everything in between. Lena made him feel alive, a thing he’d never really thought he lacked until her. The sensations of her hips rising and falling atop him were hazy and undefined, he didn’t really feel it if he focused on it, but he hardly needed to feel anything when he could hear the lewd noises she made.

“Jake,” she breathed his name, desperate and wanton, a sound that sent shivers down his spine and made his hands grab her harder.

“Don’t stop,” he urged her, forcing her back down onto his aching cock. Beneath his palms, he could feel her shaking, and it only made him want to ruin her more.

A whine echoed from her throat as she threw her head back. “I can’t…”

“Come on, princess,” he replied, kissing her neck. “Just one more. Just give me one more.”

“Jake.”

His teeth wrapped around her throat, sucking an angry mark there as she dragged her nails down his back and arched into him. Lathering the red area with his tongue for a moment, he smiled against her. “Scream my name as loud as you need to. It’s just you and me.”

She laughed, a sound that, while not even remotely sexual, made his dick pulse and his control over his own orgasm waver. “God, your ego is unbelievable.”

“Stop acting like you don’t love it.” Jake moved a hand from her thigh to pull her chin down. “You like my ego.”

With a soft hum, she pulled her fingers up his neck, stroking his cheeks before she settled on cupping his jaw. Her hips slowed against his into long and languid strokes that made him shudder and her breath hitch. “I just like you.”

Flashes of that night walking to her apartment after the movie flooded his mind. Her eyes were darker as he looked into them, mirroring the night she’d spoken the words to him. “I don’t want to lose this.” The admission was one he wanted to say then… one he’d wanted to promise wasn’t even a possibility but just couldn’t bring himself to. Jake had a habit of fucking up every good thing he found, and this… Lena was something special. He couldn’t live with himself if he fucked this up.

Her soft, genuine smile made his heart stutter. “You won’t.” Goosebumps flared along his skin, and her smile turned smug. “Now, fuck me. If you think can handle it, pretty boy.”

With a smirk, his hand slid down her back, pushing her down even further on him, earning a sharp gasp and a shuddering breath. “I don’t think I’m the one that needs to worry about handling it.”

“I…” she gasped as he began to move his hips up into her. “I… Can… fuck-” Her eyes closed tightly, brows knitting together as he quickened the pace. “Do… this… all… day…”

His eyes glued to her chest as her breasts bounced with the quick movements. “That’s good 'cause I’ve got no intentions of stopping. Not when you look this good while I’m fucking you.”

Jake could feel her tighten around him. He could feel her body grow stiff as she reached her peak. “Jake!”

“JAKE!” Another voice practically shouted in his ear as pressure slammed atop his chest and shook him until his eyes shot open. Simone shook her head at him and sighed. “It’s a wonder you manage to show up to work at all.”

“Simone…” he shook his head, wiping the sleep from his eyes and quickly trying to rid himself of the disappointment of Lena’s absence. "What are you doing here?"

The blonde moved around his small apartment, picking clothes up off the ground and throwing away any stray garbage she found. "I thought I'd surprise you with breakfast, but your place is a disaster. Guess we'll have to just go out."

"What time is it?" He asked, vision still blurry.

"Eight-thirty."

That made him jump out of bed. "Fuck!"

Simone gave him a curious look as he began throwing clothes on. With a laugh, she asked, "Are you late for something?"

"I'm about to be," Jake offered freely.

Her face fell into disbelief. "What would you have to do this early? You never get up before ten."

He froze, throat going dry as he weighed his options. Lying wasn't a habit Jake ever really had when it came to Simone, but telling her the truth would practically be inviting a fight. Was there a safe middle ground to telling her that he'd been spending every morning at The Ring, boxing with Lena's brothers? Both brothers often spoke about running the business; that could be enough.

Moving once again, he shrugged. "I've been taking a few morning business classes."

"Business classes?" She questioned with narrow eyes. "When did this start?"

Practically two months ago. "Only a few weeks ago."

Simone didn't bother hiding her displeased look as she crossed her arms. "This isn't another of your hair-brained bar plans with Scott, is it?"

Jake knew what Simone thought about his desire to open his own place. She'd told him more times than he could count once she found out his plans with Scott. But, despite all the times he'd heard her call his dream stupid, it still stung. "No. That's…" He was going to tell her it was dead, done, over, but then he remembered the meeting he agreed to think about attending. Was it really over? "That's behind me."

"Good." She sighed. "Now, I suppose, what I don't understand is why you're wasting time with business classes."

"You're the one always telling me I need to apply myself more."

"I meant applying yourself at the job you already have, Jake. Not some… Random useless class."

With another nod, he shrugged on his jacket. "Yeah, well, I'll probably drop it. I'm not exactly good at all that business stuff."

If Simone had bothered to look at his bookshelf, she'd see through his lie. Multiple books on business sat on his shelves, another thing to remind him of his supposed forgotten venture with Scott. Instead, she just smiled. "So, breakfast?"

"Not today," he answered, heading toward the door. "I'm gonna give it one last shot. Maybe today I'll finally start getting it."

"Unlikely," she replied, following him out with a flat tone of mild annoyance and disappointment. "We both know you have a hard time paying attention while you're hung over."

Jake didn't bother telling her he wasn't hung over. Simone wouldn't have believed him anyway. On the sidewalk, she pulled him into a tight hug, an intimate gesture that once filled him with elation but now just felt… less. He smiled at her. “I won’t be late today, I promise.”

Simone pursed her lips. “We’ll see.”

He hurried to The Ring, where Dom stood outside smoking next to his bike. The drug dealer nodded to Jake, a simple gesture that was somehow filled with more respect than he’d expected. Patrick turned and sent him a glare the second he walked in the doors. “You’re late.”

“Don’t get your panties in a twist Pat,” Jake replied sarcastically, shrugging his jacket off and heading toward the locker room with Patrick following close behind. “I…” Had an intense sex dream about your little sister. “I slept through my alarm.”

The redhead scoffed, standing in the doorway of the locker room, reaching up to tap the set of old gloves, his father's gloves, that hung over the door. “Well, sleepy, meet me in the ring if you think you can handle it.” If you think can handle it, pretty boy. Jake swallowed hard. “If not, we can reschedule for tomorrow.”

“I'm wide awake,” he replied hoarsely, pulling the gym tank top over his head and shoving everything else into the locker he’d been frequenting for the past two months. Jake sat on a small bench, quietly greeting the other gym goers that frequented the morning hours. Usually, he'd spend his time clearing his mind as he wrapped his hands, but today that proved difficult. He just couldn't shake that dream. Couldn't shake how real it felt or how badly he wanted it.

Loud purring at his feet pulled him from those thoughts as the hairless cat from the alley, the one he'd been seeing almost every morning, pounced on the bench beside him. The thin slits of its rich brown eyes widened as it stared up at him, gently kneading the side of his leg as it purred. Jake smiled, lifting a hand to scratch behind its large ears just where the little thing seemed to enjoy it. "Hey there," he greeted, chuckling as the cat sprained across his lap. "Can't sit around today, little guy. I've got to get in some practice before work."

The cat looked displeased by his answer and let out an angry hiss when he stood up, placing the cat back on the ground. "Relax, Hemingway. I'll let you sit on the couch with me while I smoke later."

Hemingway, a name Jake gave to the fickle creature because of the proud way it stood, as well as its rich brown eyes that reminded him of the old book that sat on Lena's bookshelf by the well-known author, rubbed against his leg and walked out through the locker room door as another person entered. Jake followed him out, watching as the cat stalked the gym, head high and chest puffed out as if he towered over everything and everyone. The attitude was another contributor to his famous namesake.

Patrick was waiting for him in the larger ring while Peter appeared to be occupying the small one with a sandbag in one of the corners. With an impatient wave, the larger man ushered him into the ring with a smile as he looked over Jake’s wraps. “You’re getting better at that. Which is good, considering I’m gonna beat your ass today.”

“You know, I’m starting to question your teaching methods,” Jake replied with a smirk.

A bellowing laugh echoed through the whole gym as Patrick laughed, tossing him a pair of gloves. “Get your gloves on, Jerky Jake, and say it to me again.”

He groaned at how quickly the stupid name Lena had given him spread through the gym. Everyone was calling him Jerky Jake, even people he’d never sparred with before. It was like the restaurant. No, Jake thought admiring the close community of people helping one another out with wrappings or sharing their music and equipment. It’s better than the restaurant.

People actually gave a shit here. They put their all into the sport and they were damn nice when newcomers joined without any clue what they were doing. Jake couldn’t count the number of times Patrick had stepped away and some stranger had offered advice on his footing or position. The Ring was like a giant family one that wasn’t riddled with toxic gossip and pay gaps and a manager like Howard. The Ring was Lena, her stubborn determination and her strategic mind, and her powerful body. It was alive and, just like she did, it made him feel alive too. Getting to punch people helped too.

Jake danced around the ring with Patrick for a while before the back door swung open and Lena’s soft voice sent a chill up his spine. He turned to look, earning a swift punch to the gut as Patrick exploited the distraction. “Ow,” Jake complained, glaring at his instructor.

“Never take your eyes off your opponent,” Patrick chastised with a smile. “Even for pretty girls.”

Rolling his eyes he turned back to watch Lena bend over and adorn Hemingway with attention. She scratched beneath his chin and whispered to him with a wide smile. Fucking beautiful. Too beautiful. Everyone greeted her as she walked deeper into the space, but she didn’t notice him until Patrick yelled for her to grab him water. When she turned back, water bottle in hand, their eyes locked and his dream came rushing back like a dam bursting. Fuck.

Her head tilted to the side as she smirked at him, smug and sexy and distracting. She tossed Patrick his bottle and stepped up on the side of the ring, resting her arms along the ropes. “I didn’t think you’d be up this early let alone in a ring with my brother.”

“I’m full of surprises,” he countered. “What are you doin’ here so early?”

“I decided to get in a good workout before work.”

Patrick chuckled. “Lord knows you’ve got some anger to burn off.”

Lena flipped him off, never once taking her eyes off him. “Well, how’s Jerky Jake doing?”

“He’s got some power in him, a bit slow and clumsy with his footing still.”

She clicked her tongue. “Sounds like you’ve got some work to do.”

“Maybe you can help me later.”

“Oh you’re not ready to go toe to toe with Leanin’ Lena,” Patrick replied laughing harder. “She’d kill you.”

Her wink sent his heart into pathetic stutters and he watched her leave, eyes instantly focusing on her hips and her thighs, remembering how they’d felt to hold in his dream. Patrick’s fist collided with his shoulder. “OW!”

“Focus!” He wiggled his eyebrows. “You can stare at my sister later.”

For a few minutes, Jake was able to focus and land a few solid hits on the more experienced boxer, but then Lena emerged from the locker room in a skin-tight crop top and shorts that made her thighs look even more amazing than they already did. As she worked out at a personal punching bag he found his eyes wandering to her, taking hits every time they did because Patrick refused to allow him even one minute of distraction. Eventually, they switched to some workout machine to help him work on his stamina while Lena moved into the ring with one of the other regulars.

It’d been a while since he saw her fight, and while this wasn’t nearly as brutal it was just as distracting. Her skin was glossed with sweat, her whole body was alive and flexed and her eyes were focused on her opponent. It was in moments like this that made Jake fully realize just how powerful and strong she physically was. A goddess of fire and passion encased in mortal flesh. Her emerald eyes flashed to his, those lips quirking up into a smile as she easily dodged a hit from her opponent. God fucking damn it.

After my workout was over and Jake had been released from Patrick’s teachings we met up at the front counter, both grabbing a bottle of water before we opened our mouths to speak. Whisky jumped in between us, nearly spilling my water all over the counter to hop into Jake’s arms. “Chill out Hemingway.”

"Hemingway?" I asked with a laugh, reaching over to scratch beneath his chin. "This is Whisky."

"Whisky?" Jake chuckled, lifting the cat to examine it. "Nah, Hemingway fits better."

I tilted my head and arched my brow. "Since when did you become the authority on stray cat names?"

"Since you think this clearly distinguished cat's name should be Whisky."

Rolling my eyes, I asked, "Why Hemingway?"

Jake shrugged, readjusting the cat. "It's a classic."

I pulled one of the cat treats out from behind the counter and smirked when Whisky leaped out of Jake's arms to try and snatch it from me. "He's too feisty to be some old author. He's clearly a Whisky."

We both watched the cat devour the small treat, purring between us. “You wanna walk with me to work today?”

“No biker escort?” Jake asked, looking out the front windows.

“No,” I replied. “Things have calmed down since the whole rock incident so hopefully that will be over soon.”

He nodded. “I’ll make sure to keep the walk entertaining for you, princess.”

I rolled my eyes and headed toward the stairs to the apartment. “See you in a minute Jerky Jake.”

Work was oddly normal. Simone and Olive kept to themselves, keeping whatever hushed whispers about how amazing my mother was quiet as I worked beside them. Jake’s gaze, however, seemed more heated than usual. He watched me as I waited on the tables with this look of pure lust smoldering in his blue eyes. His watching me had become a normal thing, but this… this made me blush on the spot.

After the shift had ended and everyone was out of the locker room I tried to return Jake’s jacket by quickly shoving it in his locker while he was standing there. With a chuckle, he pulled it out. “Seriously?”

I shoved it back in, pressing my chest further into his back. “Oh come on just let this one be easy!”

“Fine,” he replied. “Just this once because you asked so nicely.”

“Thank you!” I replied pressing a kiss to his neck. “See you tomorrow?”

He turned, looking disappointed and surprised that I wasn’t planning on heading to the bar. “Not going out tonight?”

I shrugged. “I kind of promised Ryker and the bikers that have been standing outside my house dinner. Raincheck though?”

“Raincheck,” he said quietly with a shake of his head. “See you tomorrow.”

The city lights cast a thin ray, a halo of bright colors, through my new window. I kept my distance, opting to keep the darker curtains drawn as Dom had told me, but the little I could see of the city outside made me want to forego caution. Leaning against the counter, I watched the lights silently, trying to keep the feelings of being trapped at bay. I wasn't trapped here. Here was home, one of the places I specifically kept to keep from ever feeling that way again.

My phone buzzing against the counter made me jump with a far too startled sound. Jake's now familiar number flashed along my screen as I flipped it open with a smile. "It's a bit late for friendly conversation." I over-exaggerated a gasp. "Is this a booty call?"

I could practically feel him roll his eyes. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, you know, just sitting around in lingerie thinking about you," I teased.

He chuckled. "That's quite a pretty picture. But seriously, what are you doing?"

"I just finished cleaning up after my hungry biker guests." I glanced back at the now clean dishes stacked away on my shelves. "You just get home?"

"No," he replied with a deep sigh. "I've been home for a while."

Making my way to my bedroom, I tossed the unfolded laundry into an open chair and plopped down onto my clean poofy blanket. "You sound so thrilled about it."

He scoffed. "I'd much rather be anywhere else right now."

My brows furrowed. "Not a fan of your apartment?"

"Not a fan of an empty bed," he replied with that signature flirtatious tone.

"Mmm," I hummed with a grin. "Well, I'm sure you know plenty of women that'd be willing to come entertain you."

"Yet I called the singular one that won't." Jake scoffed. "Kind of pathetic, right?"

Warmth blazed in my chest at the admission I knew held more depth than Jake would ever admit. "I think it's sweet."

He made a gagging noise. "Sweet is a word people use to describe Will."

"And you can't share a description word with Will?"

"Fuck no."

"Whatever you say, sweetie."

"I'll hang up on you."

"You called me," I reminded.

With another sigh, I could make out vague sounds on his end as he seemingly tried to settle into one spot. "I did."

There was a quiet pause between us as I enthusiastically asked, "You okay, tough guy?"

The sound of his laugh was almost bitter as he replied, "It's nothing I can't handle."

"What's up?"

"Lena-”

"Oh, come on, don't make me get annoying."

Jake contemplated his response. "I'm just going through a bit of a… Sensitive phase."

"Did something happen?" I asked, suddenly worried he'd been going through some kind of emotional turmoil and I'd not noticed.

"No… It's… It's more of a physical problem." He sighed, deep and almost pained. "If you catch my meaning."

"Ahh," I bit back a chuckle. "I really did a number on you, didn't I?"

"You did," he admitted. "What are you wearing?"

I rolled my eyes. "Seriously?"

"Oh, come on. You're the one making things so hard for me with those fuckin eyes and that pretty smile and…" He groaned. "That body."

Heat rose to my cheeks, a chill rushing through my body at the sound of his voice cracking. "Should I give you some privacy?"

He laughed, a sound that shouldn't have made me want more but did. "I was thinking you could lend me a hand, actually. You know, help a friend out?"

"Most friends don't help each other get off."

"Come on," he whispered. "Please?"

My eyes fluttered shut, and I pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth. Fuck… "Fine, but only because you sound so sweet when you ask nicely."

Jake ignored my response almost completely. "What are you wearing?"

"How do you want to play this?" I pondered, toying with my simple T-shirt. "You want the truth, or should I just bullshit you til you come?"

"The truth," he replied.

"It's nothing as scandalous as you're hoping for," I warned him.

"Everything's scandalous when it comes to you." Jake let out a long breath before he added, “Come on, paint me a picture, princess.”

I laid back, head resting in a cradle of pillows. “I’m wearing a T-shirt probably a few sizes too big and the ugliest underwear I own.”

Jake chuckled. “How ugly?”

“Beige with a hole on the left asscheek.” When he didn’t answer, I kept talking. “The T-shirt isn’t anything special either, just black with some abstract orange logo for a sports team, I think.”

“How low does it hang on you?”

“Mid-thigh,” I answered with a smirk. “Quinn cut a pretty deep V into the neckline, though. So now my tits fall out every time I bend over or lay down.” There was that groan I wanted. His breath sounded like static over the phone as he practically panted. “You alright, Sweetie?” I teased.

Jake moaned and answered with a breathless, absolutely wrecked voice, “Just keep talking.”

This was too much fun. “And what would you like me to talk about, Jake?”

“Anything.”

“Taxes?” I asked, voice silky and sultry. “Or I could talk about how to make one of Scott's favorite dishes.”

He sighed. “Do you have to be so annoying about this?”

Giggling I nodded to myself. “Absolutely.”

“God,” he groaned again, the faint sound of him desperately working his, assumingly, aching cock echoed through the phone, sending a wave of heated pleasure down my spine.

“You sound pretty,” I whispered.

“Come over then,” he taunted, sounding far more wrecked than I think he thought he would.

With a hum, I actually considered it. I wanted nothing more than to grab my coat and take a cab to his apartment so he could rip my stupid shirt in half and fuck me. Eventually, I sighed. “Raincheck?”

Jake sounded far more frustrated than he should have as he replied, “You’re worse than Sasha.”

“Goodnight, Jake,” I said with a smirk. “Try not to dream of me too much.”

“Wait!” Click.

He was going to be pissed about that tomorrow.

As expected Jake was even more moody than usual when I arrived at work. It was a more lighthearted kind of moody, with little looks and discrete middle fingers throughout family meal, but it was worth it when I restocked the bar and asked, “So, how’d it feel jerking off to the thought of my voice?”

He stumbled over his words as he spoke to the guest in front of him, turned to grab a bottle of whatever they’d ordered, and whispered, “Why don’t you come over and watch? Find out for yourself just how it was.”

The night descended into Hell from there when my mother and Olive came into the restaurant and demanded a table. Howard, the loyal lapdog, bumped the guests at table ten and found them a seat. Lucky for me I was able to hide in the kitchen, but even then my mother found ways to let me know she wasn’t going anywhere. Like sending back food, five times.

Heather set the plate down with a sigh. "I've got a refire on ten."

"Again?" Scott tossed his utensils down and examined the dish with curious eyes. "What'd she say was wrong with it?"

"Nothing," Heather replied tentatively. "She just said she wanted it redone."

I threw down my own cooking tools and grabbed the plate. "Fuck this."

The kitchen door swung open as I charged through, holding the plate of food she'd sent back. My mother sat at table ten with a smile as she lazily swirled the wine in her glass, watching me approach. I didn’t care about the other guests or about anything but finally teaching her a lesson as I threw the plate onto the table. “Eat it or fucking starve.”

“That’s hardly the way an employee should talk to a customer.”

“It’s a good thing you’re not just a customer then, isn’t it?”

Mother smiled wider as Howard approached. “Oh, how far the quality of this establishment has fallen.”

His hands came to grasp my shoulders. “My apologies, Ms. Glover. Lena ple-”

“Don’t. Touch. Me.” I shook his hands off, turning to glare at him as I walked away.

Jake nodded to me from the bar, a smile on his face as he proudly regarded my actions. For a moment, the anger burned softer, more manageable as everyone else, Nicky, Sasha and Ari, and Heather, quietly cheered me on as I slipped back into the kitchen. Service went well after that. No more plates being sent back or requests for eight different wines to taste, just normal everyday service. While it felt nice being able to breathe again, I knew it wasn’t over.

The locker room was rowdy as everyone complained about my mother's behavior, each in their own way trying to show me it didn’t matter to them that they wouldn’t hold it against me. Jake was the only one that was quiet as he stood next to his locker and waited for me. Sasha eyed the two of us. “Do I need to stay as well? Or are you two going to keep your filthy hands to yourselves?”

He smirked at the Russian. “Hard to tell.”

“Go ahead, Sasha,” I replied with a laugh. “I’m not really in a handsy mood tonight.”

With narrow eyes, he pointed at both of us. “I’m watching you two.”

Once he was gone, Jake shook his head. “He’s more determined than I expected.”

“Oh?” I teased. “Was him literally butting into our little makeout session not enough proof for you?”

“He’s always like that.”

“Fair point.”

Once I was fully dressed to go, he nodded to the stairs. “You hanging out for a bit, or are we sneaking out the back?”

With a deep sigh, I started for the stairs. “Sadly, I think I’ll have to stay so my mother will actually leave everyone else alone.”

“I’m sorry,” he replied. “I’ll make your drink extra strong.”

“My hero,” I replied with a smile.

As expected, my mother sat at the bar waiting for me with a blank expression. Once I took the seat next to her, it was quiet, horrifyingly so. Jake kept his promise and slid me my usual drink with an extra shot, and as I drank, my mother sighed. "This isn't you.”

"What would you know about me?" I asked coldly.

“I raised you to be better than some… drunk,” she replied. "And above that, I am your mother."

I chuckled. "That means less than you think it does, and it certainly doesn't mean you know me."

She sighed. "How many times do we have to do this, Lena?"

"What was the book I always read when we spent our summers in Cape Cod?" I asked. "What's my favorite book?"

Mother's face drained of the thin mask, shifting into annoyance at my question, and further beneath that, hidden so deep inside her that even she wouldn't see it was a hint of realization. The reality that she was wrong. "This is ridiculous."

"You think you know me? Then answer me," I demanded. "What book did I read over and over and over again until the pages started falling out?" My mother rolled her eyes. "Too hard? I'll ask something easier then. What's my favorite color?"

"This hardly proves any-"

"When's my birthday?" I continued. She didn't answer, couldn't answer. "You can't answer a single question about me, and yet you have the fucking audacity to stand here and pretend that you know me at all." I shook my head and scoffed. "You're not my mother."

Clapping echoed from the front door as Ozzy entered. “I couldn’t have said it better myself, darling.”

“Oswald,” Mother sneered, turning to look at him as he made his way to my side. “How lovely to see you.”

“Jen. It’s always so unfortunate when we cross paths.”

Her smile was tense. “I see you haven’t lost your juvenile sense of humor.”

"Never. Now, my daughter and I will be going," Ozzy replied, gently pulling me away from my mother.

"She is my daughter Oswald." Her hand snapped out and took hold of my wrist. "I am the one that birthed her and gave her every advantage!"

Ozzy placed himself between us, staring my mother down with rage swimming in his eyes. "You were the one that almost let that monster kill her. Hell, you almost killed her yourself a few times. You will never be anything more than an old, sad, washed-up ballerina Jen."

"How dare-"

"Jack might not be here to fulfill his promise, but I sure as hell am. Now, take your hands off my daughter and fuck off."

They stared each other down for a long moment before she finally loosened her grip on me. When my arm was free, her eyes met mine. "When you finally come to your senses, you know where to find me."

I shook my head, forcing the hurt down beneath my anger. "I don't think that's something I'm capable of. After all, I am my father's daughter."

Ozzy wrapped an arm around my shoulder, carefully leading me away toward the door. He raised his hand, waving back at the crowd of my coworkers. "Goodbye, Jen. We look forward to reading your name in the obituary!"

We walked in the cool city air, arm in arm, for a long time before I spoke. “Thanks for coming.”

“I would never leave you to suffer that woman alone,” Oz replied, bumping my shoulder. “Are you alright?”

“Surprisingly, yeah, I am.” I sighed. “It felt kind of good to confront her.”

“I’m proud of you,” he said. “Just like your father would be.”

The thought was one that brought me some comfort, that my dad would have stood over my shoulder and encouraged me to lay into her deeper. Maybe he was… “How did he ever deal with her?”

Ozzy’s wide smile changed then, suddenly sad and in pain. “She wasn’t always a shrew, you know. When your dad brought her into the bar for the first time, she was actually quite lovely.”

“She was?”

“Of course. How’d you think we ended up with you two?”

“What changed?”

He considered the question before he shook his head. “She got tired of keeping up the act. By that time, the damage had been done.”

I held onto him tighter. “It all worked out in the end. I mean, as well as it could have.”

“That it did, my girl,” Ozzy said softly. “That it did.”

Back at the bar and significantly more drunk the group unwound from the long night, and everyone slowly began to shed the weight of my mother’s visit. Everyone but Peter. He drank his water, staring off into empty space until Patrick or I would grab his attention again, but I knew the weight of whatever words she’d managed to have with him carried. He left early, heading upstairs with the simple excuse of being tired. I was worried about him, after everything he had going on my mother should have been the least of it.

Quinn and Prue were determined to help me unwind with drinks and an abundance of shitty jokes and games. It helped, in a way only they could pull off. The night was slowly turning around as I hopped in to help get drinks to the tables and my friends carried on having fun together. I leaned over a table, grabbing the now empty glasses, when an unfamiliar body slid behind me. “How’s it goin, baby girl?”

The nickname made my blood run cold. It wasn’t him. I told myself over and over again that it wasn’t Tony, but there was always that lingering doubt that plagued me until I turned around. The rich asshole that had dined at the restaurant and that had tried to force himself on me in Tony’s penthouse stood too close to me, smiling down at me with leering eyes. I shook my head and tried to shove past him. “Fuck off.”

His hand grabbed my arm. “Not this time. I want that kiss you robbed me of.”

“Let go.” My voice carried, and in my peripheral, I saw Dom rise to his feet.

With a frustrated sigh, the man pulled something from his pocket. A metallic sound echoed in my ears as I pulled on my arm, stilling only when the familiar chill of steel on my neck made me freeze. "I said, not this time bitch."

I had no idea what came over me as I tore my arm from his grasp and moved quickly, the blade just barely cutting the side of my neck as he reached trying to regain his hold on me. As I stumbled to the floor Dom's solid body moved, punching the man in the face once. Twice.

Everything around me slowed as I pressed my fingers to the blood that now trailed down my neck. The sting of the cut had faded, but memories of the all too familiar sensation replayed in my mind longer as I watched Dom’s fists beat down on the face of my attacker. The sound of bones breaking brought a wave of nausea to my gut, and for a moment, reality seemed to shift. For a moment, I wasn’t on the floor of Ozzy’s but back in the penthouse, watching Tony beat down anyone foolish enough to question him.

My ears started to ring, filling with static. I knew, realistically, that only a minute or two had passed, but it felt longer. My eyes focused on the blood that now flew off Dom’s fists as I brought my hands up to cover my ears, attempting to drown out the voice Dom never used anymore… The voice that reminded me too much of Tony. Jake pushed his way through the crowd that had gathered and dropped down to the ground beside me so quickly that I couldn’t control the way I flinched.

His mouth moved with words I couldn’t hear as his eyes fixed on my neck, on the blood that now soaked into my top. He quickly reached up and grabbed a rag from the table and pressed it to the cut, only then turning his eyes to the bloody sight in front of us. The static began to fade from my ears, slowly bringing the noise back. Ozzy’s voice bellowed from behind the bar. “Dominic! That’s enough!”

Patrick shoved through the crowd, followed by a few of the bikers. “Oi! Come on, Dom. Not here, man.”

Dom couldn’t hear them, or he simply chose not to, as his fists kept bearing down through multiple hands, trying to pull him back. With a shaking voice, I called out, weak and half-spoken, “Dom…” His movements stopped, and his head turned dark… violent consumed eyes met mine. The hardened mask he wore, the mask of some brutal drug dealer, fell as he saw how scared I was… how scared I was of him. “Please.”

He stood then, towering over me with shaking, bloody hands. Jake shifted, putting himself between me and the drug dealer, an action I didn't think even he realized he'd done. Dom regarded him with a far-off look before he turned, brushing past Patrick and Ozzy and heading toward the door. The bikes followed, two of them picking up the now unconscious asshole and carrying him out. Ozzy sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Sorry for the mess. The bars closing now."

"You heard the man!" Patrick reinforced. "Get the fuck out!"

Ozzy turned and carefully reached toward Jake and me. “Keep pressure on the cut, son. Pat and I will get her up.”

Patrick appeared on the opposite side of me, making himself look as small as he could as he reached toward me with a grin. “Just breathe. We’ve got ya, little sister.”

With the help of the two older men, Jake was able to keep a steady hold on the rag pressed to my neck as they helped me to my feet and led me to the back office in Ozzy’s comfortable chair. Jake knelt in front of me, eyes glued to the side of my neck where the blood had begun soaking through the rag. Ozzy’s large hand settled on his shoulder, and with the kind smile he was known for, he said, “Breathe, lad.”

“Ya did good,” Patrick complimented. “Any other idiot woulda freaked out.”

Ozzy placed a hand over Jake’s. “I’ve gotta see how deep the cut is.” Without a word, Jake slowly let go, but his eyes never left me as Ozzy pulled the rag back and breathed out a sigh of relief. “It’s just a little knick. Nothin' a bit of gauze and a bandage won’t fix.”

Patrick held his fingers to my pulse point and held my hand. “She seems to have calmed down a bit. Can ya hear me, sis?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I can hear you.”

“That’s good,” Ozzy replied, cupping my cheek. “How's the pain?”

“It doesn’t hurt.” Not compared to the other one.

Sensing the unspoken words, Patrick sighed. “I’ll go get Pete. He’ll wanna know what’s goin' on.”

“Keep him as calm as you can.”

After Patrick was gone, Jake settled into the spot he vacated, hands trembling at his sides as he scanned the new area, unsure of where to look or what to do. I carefully brushed my fingers against his and smiled up at him. “You don’t have to stay. Ozzy’s good at patching me up.”

He considered my words for a minute, finally focusing on my eyes before he shook his head. “I’ll stay. Somebody’s gotta hold your hand.”

As his fingers wrapped around mine, I laughed, soft and weak and entirely too vulnerable. “I appreciate it, tough guy.”

Ozzy quietly bandaged the cut on my neck, though I caught his smirking glances at Jake as he held my hand and made small talk. It was only once Peter came rushing into the bar that Jake said goodnight and excused himself to make way for my very worried older brother. It took some convincing, but eventually, my little family had calmed down. Ozzy closed the bar down while Prue and Quinn fussed over me for a while before they, too, filtered out. Patrick and Peter led me out of the alleyway, pausing tensely as they came face to face with Dom.

They both waited for me to tell them how to react. “You two head upstairs.”

“You sure?” Peter asked, glancing back at me.

I nodded. “I’ll be right up.”

We both stood, waiting until my brothers were out of earshot before Dom cleared his throat and sighed. “I ain’t gonna apologize for beatin' the fucker. But I’m sorry about making you relive that shit. I… I’m sorry for scaring you.”

“It… It’s okay.” I shrugged. “It wasn’t as bad this time.”

Dom knew what I was referring to, an old incident in a drug den I used to frequent. I could hardly look at him after that, and it took months to get back to where we were. “I don’t ever want you to be scared of me again.” I could see tears building in his eyes. “I would never hurt you, Lena.”

I stepped forward, carefully reaching out to grab his hands. “I know. Will you stay tonight? Just in case?”

“Of course,” he replied, slowly pulling me into a hug.

Upstairs my brothers had gotten everything ready for a sleepover in my room. Dom settled on the couch, insisting on being in the main area by the door while my brothers and I cuddled together in my bed. Any other instance of an attack like that would have shaken me to my core… would have made it impossible for me to even talk for days after. Tonight had been scary, too familiar, but ultimately different. I wasn’t afraid like I had been in the past. I wasn’t panicked and flighty. I knew I was safe. And with that knowledge nestled in my mind, I easily drifted off to sleep.

Maybe I was getting better. And maybe I liked the idea of no longer living my life in fear.

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iwanttoleavethisblankbuticant · 8 months

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let you suffer alone? Nah, I’m good fam.

part two to “sick, sneezy, guilty, that’s me”

same warnings apply. Aka:

tw: sneezing, cussing, gay (not really a trigger but still putting it here so y’all know.), messy sneezes, like really messy sneezes

kinda fluffy-ish kinda angsty. slow burn. I finally finished it, sorry I posted it only half done. I didn’t mean to lol. Also writers block was literally killing me.

As the day progressed, Daren became more and more sneezy. And snotty for that matter. Even in his room he forced himself to stifle as to not get his germs everywhere. This, plus his lack of tissues, caused the snot to build inside his nasal cavity. He couldn’t breathe through his nose at all.

A knock could be heard on his door. Before he could even respond, Dante enters with about a thousand things to help his deteriorating condition. “your long over do on some chicken noodle soup.” Dante says with a wiry grin.

Daren looked up at his roommate. “I told you to keeb away from’b me’b” he mumbles.

“well, I’m a shitty listener.” Says while setting a bowl of chicken noodle soup on his night stand, as well as some cold meds, and a glass of water.

Daren looks at the things. “thangbs” he mumbles before adding “but you really should go”

With a dramatic sigh Dante sits down on Darens bed beside him.

“aww, but your bed is sooo comfy. I think I could stay here all day” Dante says while practically lounging on top of Daren.

Daren attempts to protest but all he manages to get out is a helpless hitch from a building sneeze. Daren puts one elbow up to his mouth and nose, and with the other hand he tries to keep Dante at bay.

Dante sighs and settles down beside his sick roommate.

Daren tries his best not to sneeze, but in the end is forced to bury his face into his elbow and stifle several painful sneezes. “hehh’ngggxxttt! Ehnnggst! Huhh… hi’.. hennnggnxxt!” Each stifle causes Daren’s head to spin, and Dante’s eyes to grow more and more concerned. “bless you.” Dante say softly to the taller man who seemed dazed with the mini fit. “you shouldn’t stifle, it’s horrible for you and it looks like it’s painful” Dante adds.

Daren sighs and sniffles. “I hab to. Don’t wanna get you sick with dis.” He says tiredly.

“I said stop stifling, not sneeze on me. You can cover your mouth and sneeze normally you know.” Dante says with an eye roll.

a thick yet unhelpful snuffle is all that can be heard from Daren.

Dante sighs then pulls Daren close. Surprisingly, Daren doesn’t protest, rather he leans into Dante. “did I finally convince you to stop worrying about me?” The shorter of the two asks playfully.

“Nope. I’b just reasoned in b’my head that when I gibe dis to you that I’ll take care of you to make upb for it.” Daren mumbles, letting himself melt into his roommate.

“Aww” Dante says softly. In that moment he wants nothing more then to press a kiss to Daren’s clammy forehead. But he refrains.

“Want me to spoon feed you soup and sing you a country lullaby?” Dante asks the ex cowboy teasingly. “I can feeb myself, thangb you bery much.” Daren says with a huff. Then he giggles at himself. “God, now I can’b stob thinkin bout you singing a horrible rendibtion of some country somb” Daren says as he takes the bowl of hot liquid and eats a spoon full. The soup felt magical on his throat, but the steam quickly caused his nose to run like a facet. He sniffles wetly. “Do we hab any more tissues?” Daren asks Dante as the shorter male is just finishing up his giggling fit over the thought of singing a country song. “nope, sorry. We’re all out. I could run to the store-”

“nopb, don’t worry bout it. I’ll survivb” Daren says, cutting Dante off.

Dante sighs as he watches Daren’s losing battle with his nose. Mucus keeps trickling down his nose and on to his upper lip where it’s hastily wiped away.

Daren felt fully embarrassed as his nose kept running. Sniffling, or at this point snuffling wasn’t helping keep the thick liquid at bay. Then he felt the sharp prickle in his nose. With his hands occupied holding the bowl of soup, he couldn’t properly cover his mouth. So he opted to sneeze into his shoulder, managing to stifle somehow. “Ngggxxxt!”

but that half assed stifle did nothing to rid the tickle. If anything, it made it worse. “hnngggaah! Nngggxxtah!” He stifles desperately into his shoulder. All his muscles contracted with each powerful and barely stifled sneeze.

Once Dante comes to the conclusion Daren is done sneezing, he speaks up “bless you x2” he says.

Daren turns back to Dante. he opens he mouth to speak. “Tha-” he cuts himself off with a large, messy, uncovered and unexpected sneeze. “Eshhiuww!” snots runs from his nose onto his chin. But his nose doesn’t stop there. Two more rapid, messy, and uncovered sneezes overtake him. “Esshhhuui! Exhhuuw!” snot runs from his nose, to his chin, down to his neck and collar bone. Daren looks unbelievable embarrassed and shameful.

The taller man just lowers his head, knowing he had gotten snot on Dante. Dante sigh and mumbles a soft and tender ‘bless you’, far to in love with the ex cowboy to ever be mad at him over something like this.

Dante hops up and gets some toilet paper, first cleaning up his hoodie that had tendrils of snot clinging to it. Then he goes to gently cleaning up Daren.

“you can leave me to die of this cold now.” Daren mumbles. Dante chuckles and continues cleaning him up. “nah, I’m good. I rather not have a body in my spare bedroom.” Dante says with a chuckle. “and don’t worry about this, I’ll pretend it never happened if that’s what it takes to make you stop looking like a child that feels guilty because he ate one more cookie then he was supposed to.” The shorter male adds with a smile.

“Thank you. For all of this. And for loving me.” Daren says quietly.

Dante freezes. Love?! He knew? shit shit shit…. Dante then feels stupid when he realizes that Daren meant platonically.

“oh, yeah, you know. Anything for a bro.” Dante says with an awkward chuckle.

“No Dante. I know… about everything.” Daren says softly.

Dante knew in that moment that his world was either about to come crashing down, or he was about to reach the peak of his days.

#snzblr #snz fic #snz kink #sneeze kink #oc sneeze #sneeze fic #snzfucker #snz fet #sneeze blog #Blank strikes again

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chicademartinica · 9 months

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what's that bout pond retiring 😭 ig you mean from pondphuwin as a branded couple? but in any case it sobered me up at 4am lmao

Sorry, maybe « retiring » is a bit extreme lol.He is going back to school in 2024. It is unclear exactly how much he will step back because he has stated before that he did not like mixing school and acting. But fam after the Jakarta gig ? This man looked exhausted.I know Phuwin got a lot of word lined up so maybe he will do a paired show. (A few GMMtv actors are going to slow down A LOT apparently, maybe we are seeing Jimmy’s last big gig with P’Aof.)

#pond naravit #jimmy jitaraphol #gmmtv actors #thai bl

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todayisafridaynight · 11 months

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NO LITERALLY SGKSDHGSK ME @ YOKOYAMA RN

I know Arakawa's thing is just a flashback (similar to Kazama in K2, I guess) but since it's still a new cutscene... what are we cooking here... and what ARE we cooking with Jo...

Jo still Gets Me because Yes I Revel In His Misery And I Love His Hair but also because of how long Arakawa withheld from even writing to Ichi, let alone EVER visiting, despite how much it was killing him not to. And I imagine Jo probably encouraged him not to on top of him already feeling like he shouldn't, if Arakawa ever confided in him about some of the stuff in his letter (and. y'know. he seems to confide almost everything in him).

Like empathizing, feeling at least A Little bad, but not having anything to say except to just forget about Ichi because that's how he's always dealt with things. And Arakawa going along with it like okay :(... I guess you're right :(... (not indefinitely though. also I am fully aware I am just making shit up but Please Bear With Me Is It Not Plausible)

So for Ichi to talk to Jo just 5 years later (at most)... even if it's just for plot reasons, like if Jo has Important Info... I'm still OUGH. Especially because the only prison visitations I can even recall outside of Judgment are Kiryu seeing Kazama and Daigo seeing Kiryu (in RGGO), both father figures.

Also here is the rest of Super Salaryman! Subs are in folder; a little less convenient than being able to stream but. Y'know. It Is An Option

thinking of the period where masato's sent to america and ichi's spending his first few years in prison ALWAYS guts me, especially if we wanna accept the possibility of jo going to america as well as more likely than not

in the event jo does stay behind, that's GOTTA suck especially: even if jo himself isn't amiable with ichi, he undoubtedly knows how much arakawa cares about him. it's one thing if arakawa is holding himself back from seeing ichi, but if it's jo stepping in to stop arakawa from seeing someone he undoubtedly loves, it's just more salt in the wound (extra bonus points if at this point jo has the vague idea ichi is arakawa's kid, or at least knows arakawa treats ichi like a second son. something something 'how would jo feel if he was being kept from seeing masato' something something). especially when jo isn't even equipped to properly consolidate how arakawa would be feeling: he only knows how to rationalize the need to stay away, he doesn't know how to emotionally take care of him

alternatively- if jo is ALSO gone and it's just arakawa and his duties/himself stopping himself from seeing ichi- it's even worse. of course, he has the arakawa family to keep him company, but his own personal family's so far from him now: there isn't really anyone to comfort him the way only close family could, not when his whole family has to be away from him because of one incident

SO TRUE in that the only prison visits in rgg really are only between father figures and their children (sin shinji in 1 but he was delivering an excommunication notice alright…… we get one exception)… i WILL take the semblance of familyhood between jo and ichi like Again they'll never be as close as arakawa and ichi were but ill take the bittersweetness of it all.. its good for the heart me thinks..

OH AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE SS SUBS !! anythings better than nothing in my book so i definitely appreciate the effort done to get these ♪(´▽｀)

#long post #snap chats #//takes notes// sorry i might be evil later my commissioners are being slow to respond to my wips #also trying to reply to this is a nightmare because firefox keeps flickering so i cant clearly see what im typign sometimes（；´д｀）#i accidentally went on a stupid long tangent SORRY it was something ive thought of on occasion tho...#had an excuse to blow up bout it... forgive me...#bt yeah...... jo and ichi being imperfect fam members will always get me..#theres just so much to unpack. i mean we've already unpacked it but still.. big fan..

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annahxredaxted · 2 years

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Funny stuff with the redacted peeps.

Part two

Part three

Ash And angel prank calling:

Ash: a 7 foot bottom?

Angel: who’s topping you? Lady liberty?

*aggressively hangs up*

David: what-

Baabe: -the fuck.

Angel:hey davey…

David sighing: yes ?

Angel: what’s long hard and full of seamen?

David: 😳ANGEL THAT IS HIGLY INAPPROPRIATE-

Angel: -A SUBMARINE!!

Milo: why are you smiling?

Sweetheart: what? I can’t just be happy?

Baabe: christen tripped and fell in the parking lot.

Lasko: what’s a thot?

Freelancer: a thoughtful person.

*at the dinner table*

Lasko: hey huxley could you pass the salt?

*passes salt*

Lasko: thanks hux your such a thot!

Damian: *spits out water*

Lovely: crushes are the worst!

Vincent: yeah, whenever I’m with mine I always act stupid.

Lovely: you always act stupid. lol

Vincent: yeah don’t think into that to deeply.

*On a job*

David: what do you think tank will do for a distraction?

Ash: probably throw a rock like I do..

*building explodes and several car alarms go off*

David: or they’ll do that..

Baabe: what’s a mix of sad and mad?

Sweetheart: disgruntled, miserable, frustrated.

Angel: smad.

Honey: isn’t it weird that we pay to see other people?

Ollie: plan tickets?

Baby: concert tickets?

Guy: prostitution?

Honey, scared: ..uh.. glasses.

Cop: your getting a ticket for driving a motorcycle with 3 people.

Tank: ok- WAIT 3?!

Baabe and angel: OH SHIT SWEETHEART FELL OFF.

Tank pointing: can I sit there?

Sam: that’s my lap?

Tank: doesn’t answer my question.

Angel: The squads reaction to being told ‘I love you!’

Milo: oh hewl no

Asher: THANKS FAM!

Sweetheart: sounds fake but okay. *shrug*

Baabe: wut 0//-//0

David: can I get refund?

Baabe: in your opinion, what is the height of stupidity?

Sweetheart, turning to angel: how tall are you?

Lasko, motioning to a Halloween display: all these goast and I still can’t find a boo.

Gavin: people always asking me if I’m a daytime person or nighttime person.

Gavin: LIKE BUDDY IM BARELY EVEN A PERSON.

Angel:.. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- [im sorry]

David: what’s that?

Angel: remorse code.

David: I’m even angrier now.

Aaron going over smartass resume: okay so it says here your creative.

Smartass: yes .

Aaron: May I ask what you create?

Smartass: problems.

Geordi: that’s one of my biggest fears, waking up as a donut.

Cutie: would you eat yourself?

Geordi: wouldn’t even question it.

Sam watching the news like the old geezer he is: someone tried to fight a squid today?!

Darlin walking in covered in ink: well maybe the squid was being a dick.

Damian: can you be serious for 5 minutes?

Gavin: my record is 4 but I think I can do it.

Tank: hey could I get some dating advice?

Milo: just cos I’m with sweetheart doesn’t mean I know how I did it.

Sam: tell me bout the birds and the bees.

Darlin: their disappearing at an alarming rate..

Ash: truth or dare

Sam: dare..?

Ash: I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room.

Sam: hey Alexis?

Alexis blushing: yeah?

Sam: could you move I’m tryna get to darlin.

Ash: I was arrested for being to cool

Sweetheart, being all professional: charges were dropped due to lack of supporting evidence.

David: if we don’t go to sleep now we’ll hate ourselves in the morning.

Tank: I already hate myself plenty dipshit.

David: we’ll be talking about this in the morning. Bed. Now.

Tank: we’lol be addressing eachother with code names, I’ll be eagle 1

Tank: Quinn is ‘been there done that’

Tank: Sam is ‘currently doing that’

Tank: ash ‘it happened once in a dream’

Tank: milo is ‘if I had to choose a guy’

Tank: and David is eagle 2

David: oh thank god.

Saten: hello there I have come to take you to the depths of he-

Freelancer: oh my god how tall are you?

Saten: uh. 6’6, 6’11 with horns.. Freelancer twisting hair in finger: Haha with horns. Your so funny

Angel: I’m not that clumsy.

David: lie of the decade.

Milo: I’m not that short.

David: lie of the century

Tank: I’m not attracted to Sam

David: lie of the universe.

Milo: what is life

Sweetheart: milo~

Milo:’aww I’m your life that’s so swe-

Sweetheart: because life is short.

Baabe: be the bigger person

Sweetheart: I am 5’1 and bitter, you be the bigger person.

Guy after the aquarium, disappointed:

Honey: what did you think a tiger shark was guy?

#redacted asmr #redacted david #redacted milo #redacted angel #redacted sweetheart #redacted asher #redacted sam #redacted babe #redacted darlin #redacted tank #redacted guy #redacted honey #redacted huxley #redacted freelancer #redacted quinn #redacted cutie #redacted geordi

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galaxysupreme17 · 10 months

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Together Again

13th Doctor X Wife!Reader!

Y/n - Your Name, H/c - Hair Color

Y/n's eyes flutter open. With a strong intake of breath she sits up and looks around. The last thing she remembers is the explosion and Bill bringing her back to the Tardis, before she passed out. Y/n is a different form of a time lord.

She is a healer. Meaning the she can heal her body and anyone else. Therefore she doesn't die and can stop people from dying. She grew up with the Doctor and they had many adventures together. Eventually those adventures caused love to blossom between the two.

Y/n has been through every regeneration. Every new face. Of course this never bothered her. She has loved each new doctor because she knows deep down that her doctor will never change. Now as she sits on the floor of the Tardis, Y/n can't help but wonder where her doctor is. Why the Tardis seems to not be stabilizing.

Sighing, the h/c woman stands, grabbing her side in the process in pain. She slowly walks to the console before heavily leaning on it.

"Where are we?" Y/n wonders loudly.

In return the Tardis gives a low groan. This causes the woman to scoff and roll her eyes.

"I do not need attitude from you" Y/n sighs as she sits down on the floor and lays her head against the console.

Y/n sits there running her glowing hand over her side trying to heal her broken ribs as much as she can. Definitely going to take longer than that to heal. As she does so, y/n tries to figure out how she is going to find the doctor and if she can get the Tardis to stabilize.

Y/n eyes become to heavy for her to keep them open. Slowly she closes her eyes as she lets sleep consume her. Hours later the doors to the Tardis open slowly. The doctor steps in slowly looking around.

"You've redecorated" the doctor states with a soft smile.

Just then she notices a figure laying on the floor. Gasping, the doctor runs over to the figure and lifts her up into her arms.

"Y/n" she says softly.

As gently as she can, the doctor shakes the woman in her arms. Steadily, Y/n's eyes open. After registering who was holding her, y/n breaks into the biggest smile.

"Y/n" the doctor sighs out. "Doctor" y/n smiles.

Quickly, y/n wraps her arms around the doctors neck and let's a few tears fall.

"I thought I lost you again" y/n whispers.

"Who? Me? Course not. It's going to take a lot more than that to be ride of me" the doctor states causing the other woman to laugh.

Just then someone clearing their throat grabs the attention of the two women on the floor.

"Oh! Right!" the doctor stands up, pulling y/n with her. "Welcome to the Tardis fam!" the doctor smiles. "Care to introduce us doctor?" Ryan questions. "Oh right! Sorry bout that! Fam, this is Y/n, my wife. Y/n this is the fam! Ryan, Yaz, and Graham" the doctor introduces everyone.

"It's lovely to meet you all. Hopefully the doctor wasn't to much trouble" Y/n smiles at them all. "Sorry... You have a space ship...And a wife??" Graham questions with wide eyes. "It's also a time machine" Y/n adds as the doctor wraps an arm around her wife.

"Right that makes sense. But you're married? And you're the Y/n the doctor kept talking about?" Yaz asks with a smile. "That would be me/that would be her" the doctor and Y/n answer at the same time.

"Right how about we get you lot home" the doctor walks over and starts up the Tardis. A little later as everyone has settled in, Y/n was standing looking at the readings on the Tardis when she feels a set of arms wrap around her.

"I was so worried. Last I saw you, well you were on the ground barley breathing" the doctor whispers softly. Y/n turns around and looks up into the doctors eyes. "Well now I am here and so are you. Neither of us is going anywhere. Together again" Y/n smiles as she leans in and kisses the doctor.

"I love you" the doctor smiles. "I love you to the moon and to Saturn" Y/n smiles. The doctor grabs Y/n's hand and pulls her off, down the hall way of the Tardis.

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i-love-to-draw1 · 10 months

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I really like 4halo

Like I haven't watch bad pov of today I've been trying to catch up bc I had fam over n I promise my bby cousin tht ill play with him so ya know got busy

N rn I'm watching bags but I've been reading the liveblogs whenever I got the time. N I just really like 4halo n how it's developing. I'm not aro or in its spectrum, but my sister is. I like 4halo tht I rant bout the characters n how they are n ll tht jazz like I had a full explanation of wut happen to my sis from the liveblogs n I'm just excited but worried. Mostly bc bags is in sister mode n I get tht as the older Sibling. But I'm worried if bags tell forever tht it might make their friendship [4halo] tense or off. Bc I don't mind where it goes so long as they still care for eachother but I'm worried this might cause some strain n the cc are really good with their acting.

Like I had a full on conversation n my sis who is in the aro/acespec feels seen bc she is also in a relationship. Like she enjoys qbad bc she sees herself in him. She told me how she decided to take the chance in a relationship [r] bc she has this similar mindset like jaiden [if u saw her coming out vid] n she's happy but still has worries n doubts if she's doing romance right n I just bonk her head n say yes bc it's ur form of it. She rooting for them n hopes they can work themselves out but she's also happy if thy dont put a label as well.

I also see my relationship in them but in forever pov bc my partner n I were also slow n oblvious. Lmao like we confessed in December but we didn't got in a relationship bc of some stuff but I was okay with waiting so long as I'm by his side n I didn't even mind if on day it turned to a nvm bc my friendship with them mattered more so lmao. Like we didn't have official tittle till the end of February n we just call eachother partners/r

We ranted bout how it's best tht the two work on themselfs before going in som relationship. N we know it's gonna take a while lmao. We are excited for this slowburn. But wut happen makes me worried tht it might hit some roadblock but I do love m e some angst but my heart is also soft when I get attach so I'll cry if something happens xuebdhdvd

Also I'm sorry if I don't explain myself well lmao like we talked for 2hrs bout them n now idk how to type it. Lol but I do know tht I hope people [Twitter] let them cook, bc this is a slowburn so they should fuk off. 2 don't harass bad n bags bout their characters actions. Let them cook lol. 3 be fuking patient n don't be weird. Like bruh I don't even go ther other then fanart n live update accounts. But reading the discourse om here is annoying people be weird.

#qsmp rant #4halo #not maintagging this #bc lmao its 4halo theme n i don't wanna clog the qsmp #tag so yeah #excuse the rant #lmao

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