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[venusimleder]

I just want to sleep like a normal person.

[writtenbymoonflower]

hi!!! could i pls request some casual dominance polymarauders 🙈

Thanks for requesting, hope this is okay! gn!reader x poly!marauders, kinda modern!au

cw: kinda d/s dynamics, boys order reader around a bit. if it's not your cup of tea feel free to skip!

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You were attacked with affection the minute you had stepped foot in the house, but you weren’t complaining. It was like James had appeared from thin air to help you shuck your coat off and hang it up for you. 

“Christ, babe. It didn’t know how freezing it was out there. You’ve got like, bits of ice on you.” He fussed, scrutinizing your shaking body and wind-pinched face. 

“It wasn’t that bad, the walk was pretty.” You thought that would be reassuring, but James just looked more aghast. 

“You walked the whole way here?”

“I mean, yeah. I didn’t have money for the bus.” You admitted shamefully. It seemed like Sirius had appeared in the room to give you a (loving) talking to as well. 

“Then in that case, you call one of us, yeah?” He grabbed your face gently, turning you away from James to look at him. He had his whole intimidation thing going on that made you want to melt into the floor. “You don’t get to put yourself in danger walking in this.” He gave your chin an affectionate squeeze before dropping his hand from your face, you let your gaze fall to the floor.

“I will,” You muttered, barely intelligible. This time it was James who tilted your face up. 

“Speak up baby, and look Pads in the eye when you talk to him.” He was gentle but still assertive. You quickly corrected. 

“I will call you next time.” Still mousy, but at a discernible volume, and now you could see when Sirius’ usual grin overtook his concerned features. He pulled you into him, giving you a tight squeeze. 

“You’re okay, babydoll. You’re not in trouble.” He kissed your neck, making it hard for you to breathe. 

“Who’s not in trouble?” You heard Remus’ even tone from the kitchen. You tugged the two men next to you over to where Remus was. He was sitting at the counter, doing some work on his laptop.

“Well it seems like Y/N was determined to give us the fright of our life this afternoon.” James joked (rather dramatically in your opinion), but it’s all good now. 

“They will be requiring some hot chocolate, though.” Sirius pinched at your nose, making an awful cooing sound. “Baby, your face is still all cold.” 

Remus stood up to rummage through the box of hot drink mixes. “Pads love, could you run upstairs and grab the sweater off the end of the bed?” his voice turned more serious as he looked at you. “It doesn’t surprise me that you’re still cold, that shirt likely isn’t doing much to keep you warm.” 

“Actually,” You spoke up, ignoring his comment. “Could I have some coffee instead?” James scoffed and Remus rolled his eyes. 

“It’s half past five, baby dove. You’ll be up all night if you have caffeine right now.” Remus clearly wasn’t in the mood to be argued with, but you pressed in.

“I’ll be fine! Besides, my head hurts and I need to get some work done.” 

“Yeah, well, get that idea out of your head.” James shook your shoulders affectionately. “You’ve been burning the candle at both ends lately, you need a rest.” 

“Who needs a rest?” Sirius trotted over to you, manhandling you to get Remus’ sweater over your head. 

“Y/N,” James tattled. “They think they’re getting coffee at this hour.” He laughed like you were being obviously ridiculous. “They also have a headache and didn’t tell us.” You must’ve looked absolutely appalled and quickly floundered to control the damages. 

“I didn’t think it was important! It’s not bad anyway.” 

“Well, let’s try to keep it from getting bad.” Remus handed you a steaming cup of hot cocoa, along with a packet of biscuits. “Here, eat these so you can take some pain pills.” He glanced over to James, making the bespectacled boy rummage through the medicine box while Sirius set on getting a glass of water for you. 

“I don’t need any medicine, it will go away on its own.” You pleaded, covering your mouth full of biscoff and feeling flustered from all the attention. Sirius clearly disagreed, because the comment earned you a hard pinch on your bum. 

“Do what Moons said” He punctuated the order with a kiss to your forehead, letting you know he wasn’t really upset with you. Sirius may play stern, but he was really just silly and enjoyed ordering you around a bit, knowing that it made you heated and blushy. 

You set down your hot drink and half-eaten snack to take the pills and water, swallowing your pills and finishing the whole glass before you handed it back. 

“There you go,” James cooed, pulling you into his side. “That’s a good girl” 

You groaned, earning a dark chuckle from Remus.

"Poor baby," He teased, clearly not feeling very sorry for you.

It was going to be a trying night.

[mediumgayitalian]

“Oh, shoot, sorry. Go back to sleep. Sorry.”

Nico shifts, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. The light in the infirmary is low, and strangely soothing. It’s almost hard to keep his eyes open. But he manages, rubbing his knuckles under the curve of his eyesockets, and searches in the dark until he finds what woke him up.

Will stands a couple feet away from his bed, figure curled and shadowy, owlish eyes wide and almost unnaturally reflective in the dark.

“‘S’okay,” he mumbles. “Couldn’t really sleep anyway.”

“Oh.” There’s a shuffling sound, and suddenly Nico feels warmer where Will has stepped closer. “You in pain?“

“No. Just bad at sleeping.”

“Hey, me too.”

Surprise at Will’s easy admission and a little bit starstruck at the bright flash of Will’s grin, Nico doesn’t have the chance to beat himself up over being so flippantly open. His teeth seemed to glow as much as the whites of his eyes, which would be creepy, except it’s hard to feel anything but calm as a cool night breeze wafts the scent of lavender from the sill planters in every inch of the infirmary, and it’s hard to think of Will as anything but warm. Especially the hand he places, briefly, on the curve of Nico’s knee.

“Insomnia?”

“Something like that.”

“Still. Sorry for waking you up.”

Nico hums, fiddling with his skull ring. “Why were you up, anyway?”

“Oh, I won’t have time to sleep for another couple days.”

There’s a mellow cracking sound, and then all of Will’s knuckles begin to glow a soft, sunset yellow. Nico startles.

“Apollo thing,” Will explains. A smirk is now visible at the corner of his mouth, forcing a dimple on his right cheek. In his hands, almost hard to see under the glow, are three small vials of something Nico doesn’t recognize. “Getting meds and salves in order.”

Hesitantly, Nico drags his gaze away from the clinking glass bottles, forcing himself to meet Will’s eyes. They’re ridiculously bright. Is that an Apollo thing, too?

“Why does that mean you can’t sleep?”

Will gestures to the myriad of occupied beds outside the curtains Nico has pulled up. “Shitton of injured, man. I got way more people than I got stuff. I prepped for the Romans beforehand, obviously, but I didn’t have a good hand on their numbers and didn’t prep enough. I’m short on supplies. Haven’t slept since Gaea did.” At Nico’s look of alarm, he quickly assures, “But don’t worry, I had Cecil brew me something strong. It’s disgusting, so I think it might be his Coffee Redbull Matcha Heartstopper Special, With A Shot Of Crushed Caffeine Pills For Good Measure, but I’m not sure. Hands are only a little shakey, though, feel.”

In a mirror of a few days ago (fuck, Nico hopes he’s kidding; how long can people go without sleep?), he darts out and rests his hands under Nico’s. Sure enough, they’re trembling, although nothing nearly as bad as before.

“Dangerous levels of sleep deprivation aren’t as bad as delivering a baby, huh.”

Will shudders. “Don’t even joke.”

He looks so genuinely horrified that Nico can’t help but laugh. All they’ve seen, all they’ve suffered — and golden boy is gagging at the miracle of life. If Nico wasn’t so sure that he’d seen at least as many gory nightmares as Nico, if not more, he’d tease him for being squeamish.

…Actually.

“What kind of school nurse wannabe is squidged out by birth?”

“Nurse?” Will squawks, snatching his hands away (Nico finds his own hands, strangely and suddenly, cold). “I didn’t go to seven years of med school to be called a school nurse wannabe!”

Nico narrows his eyes. “You didn’t go to med school. You’re fifteen.”

“As I said.” He grins teasingly. “I didn’t go.”

It takes Nico a second, but when he gets it he cannot physically hold himself back from kicking him. Solace, weak from muffled laughter, stumbles sideways into a lamp.

“Ay! Be careful, you wanna kill the camp’s only brain surgeon?”

“If he’s being annoying,” Nico bites back. He can’t quite stop smiling, and he’s embarrassed about it, but thankfully the darkness hides his face. “There’s no way you’ve done brain surgery.”

The shitty cot Nico’s been coerced into camping on for the next three days creaks as Will perches on the edge of it.

“Have so. In the woods, two years ago, removed a brain tumour. Stressful as shit.” He flashes another sideways grin. “Couple dozen more medical emergencies under my belt, and I might actually be as qualified as a nurse in this country’s garbage medical system. Thank the gods for them, honestly. They do a shit lot more than a lot of doctors claim to.”

Sensing the topic change for what it is, Nico doesn’t press any further. “That what you wanna do?”

“Aw, man, I don’t even want to think about it. The idea of someone else running this infirmary gives me a stress ulcer. Y’all do a lot of stupid shit and frankly some of the procedures I have performed exist in no medical textbooks anywhere, medical or no.” He snorts. “Anyways.”

His hands are blazingly warm again, almost like sun through a maginifying glass, when they pat his shin twice. He stands, stretching — more bursts of light appearing along the length of his spine, lighting what his fading knuckles leave out.

“Try to sleep again, Neeks. You’ll need it.”

“Maybe I should be the one to say that to you,” Nico says. Will waves his hand dismissively, and in a fit of impulse Nico reaches out and grabs it, meeting his raised eyebrow with a stubborn set to his jaw. “I mean it, Will. No one’s awake right now. I just woke up. Why don’t you crash for an hour or so? I’ll wake you if anything happens.”

Will hesitates. “If anything happens, that’s on me. It — I can’t let it be on me.”

“Do you trust me?”

Stupid question. Of course Will doesn’t trust him, Nico let someone die in front of his eyes, Nico is the bringer of death and darkness, why would he —

“Yeah.” Will sighs. Nico looks up, startled, but the medic is eyeing one of the few spare cots, face screwed up in consideration. “You’ll wake me?”

“Immediately,” Nico assures hastily. He nods his head at the bunk next to him. “Sleep, man. You look like you need it.”

“Oh, well, just what I’ve always wanted to hear from you. You look stunning, by the way.”

Nico knows it’s a joke, but he flushes anyway. Thank Hades again for the dark infirmary, and the length of his hair.

“Whatever. Sleep or don’t.”

“I’m going, I’m going.”

In seconds he’s out of his flip-flops, slightly-scratchy blankets turned up and wrapped tightly around him all the way up to his neck.

“Thanks, Nico. I owe you.”

In the next breath, he’s out, all that’s visible of him the flutter of his light eyelashes and the tangled mop of blond hair. He snores, slightly, with every puffed exhale; a tiny, stuttered sound, not unlike a cat. It’s kind of cute, and Nico’s smiling before he realising.

“You don’t owe anybody shit.” He shakes his head fondly, leaning back onto his pillows to keep an eye out. “Goodnight, Will.”

[novlr]

how to write a character dealing with addiction (like drugs, cigarettes etc..)

Writing a character with an addiction is to write about someone who is controlled by that substance. They are chasing that first experience of euphoria, pain relief, excess energy, or relaxation. They are avoiding the emotional and physical crashes of withdrawal. Their behavior to outsiders often appears erratic and illogical. It is a powerful motivator for a character and can drive a plot, be an obstacle, and/or an antagonist. 

How does addiction work?

Addictive substances typically mimic naturally occurring chemicals in the body. They amplify the effects of these chemicals and flood the body. Stimulants will give a person extra, even excessive, amounts of energy, relaxants will relieve tension, and pain relievers will bring about euphoria. Whatever the substance of choice, it counters stress in some form. 

Many people self-medicate for underlying physical or mental conditions. Others take them to fit in with a social group. As a writer, you need to ask yourself a very important question: Why did your character first start taking this substance? That will inform you about why they continue. Are they escaping pain? Quieting anxiety or racing thoughts? Do they need to take it to fit into their social group? What happens when they stop taking it?  

Addiction is an illness. It is a medical condition. Treating it as a matter of willpower is to doom a person to suffer. There are effective medical and psychological therapies that, especially when combined, can provide a way back to health, sobriety, and thriving.

Cravings

The important thing to understand about these substances is that the high always goes away. The emotional payoff of that first use is never achieved again. Each subsequent use has diminished payoffs and the after-effects are worsened. This is because the body is a fantastic accountant and will produce less of the mimicked substance because, hey, there’s an excess here. So your character will crave the substance in order to just feel baseline normal. 

Withdrawal

Don’t underestimate the fear of withdrawal. It is an uncomfortable and sometimes life-threatening set of physical symptoms. 

The degree and nature of the symptoms will vary depending on the substance, the amount usually consumed, and the length of time it’s been used. Caffeine, for example, will trigger headaches. Alcohol withdrawal can include shakes, nausea, seizures, and damage to the brain’s memory and balance systems. Opiate withdrawal can cause anxiety, nausea, muscle aches, and insomnia. Read up on the specifics of the substance your character is using. Be sure to use reputable medical websites. I’ve listed a couple in the resources section. 

People want to avoid withdrawal and will use substances to ease those symptoms, thus feeding the addiction. Again, there are medical interventions that can soften the withdrawal and support the patient through this medical crisis. 

Recovery

People with addictions can sometimes respond well to treatment and have a low risk of relapse. Others are not so fortunate and will bounce in and out of recovery. 

Fear of withdrawal is one reason. Another factor is developmental. The younger a person is when they start taking a substance, the harder it is to stop. This may be due to learned coping mechanisms, changes to the developing brain and body, or a combination of the two. 

How old was your character when they started taking the substance? Who introduced them to it? Was it a parent handing them a beer at age five or a pain pill at age twelve? Was it friends at a high school party? Or did they start in adulthood? This will inform their likelihood of recovery and how hard that path will be for them. 

Struggles to quit, or why does this person keep relapsing?

Withdrawal and cravings are part of the reason it is so hard to stop an addiction. There are medical and psychological therapies that can help. Rehab is a major industry in many countries. There are also several obstacles to overcome. Cost is a factor in places without universal healthcare. Then there is denial. Many people with addictions don’t believe they have a problem. And when they do, they may feel shame if they live in a culture where addiction is seen as a matter of willpower rather than a medical condition. 

How do friends and family, employers, and others in the community treat your character? Does admitting to addiction mean they are admitting to weakness?

Another social factor is that it is hard to stop an addiction if the person doesn’t change their environment. Friends that also use that substance will enable and even encourage them to start using again. Places can be strong behavioral cues. Can an alcoholic walk into a familiar bar and resist ordering a drink? 

It’s also important to remember that substance use is often a coping mechanism for stress. What happens the next time your character encounters a stressful situation? How do they resist reaching for their addictive substance if they haven’t learned other ways of coping? Do they trust or remember in the heat of the moment that they have other options? 

Do your research

Here are a couple of my go-to sites for reading up on addictions and treatments. 

Spirit Lake Wellness is a non-profit dedicated to educating the general public about health and wellness. They have a podcast, booklets, and a YouTube channel that covers a range of topics, including addiction. All information is available for free. I am fortunate to be on their board of directors and reached out to one of the doctors we work with for this article. 

The American Society of Addiction Medicine is another excellent resource for learning more about addiction and treatment. 

written by Kimberley Long-Ewing

[rea-grimm]

Sleep protector Kid

You just finished another job. You could claim to be one of the best auto mechanics in the area, and maybe the best in the area overall. 

You've worked on classic cars, you've even worked on race cars, relays and generally wherever the opportunity arose. You even got your hands on a few vintage cars. But it was mostly about looks and it was mostly cars that weren't that old that you could handle. 

But now you're in the old oil slick chair wondering how you're going to manage it all. Less than an hour ago, you had a man who had brought with him a particularly old and well-preserved car, with which he wanted to win the vintage car competition that was taking place in a few days. 

You had no idea how much delicate work was involved in such a short space of time. You saw the challenge and while admiring the car you completely missed how quickly it had to be done. It wasn't until after the man said goodbye to you with a reminder of when he was coming to pick up the car that it hit you. 

You had plenty of time to order the parts, but you were worried about everything arriving on time. Once just one part goes wrong, it will mean a delay in the overall plan. 

Every day that passed, you got more and more stressed until you couldn't sleep. And when you fell asleep, you'd wake up screaming from nightmares. 

The poor sleep made it harder and harder to concentrate on your work. Sleeping pills, stimulants, caffeine... nothing helped. 

Finally, you decided to use a supernatural store that a friend recommended. She said they have help for all your problems, and they must have something for your sleeping problem. 

You hesitantly walked into the store and looked around. There were lots of books, crystals and strange things you'd be afraid to find out where they came from. There were even a few bones and mummified fingers... 

You were about to leave when you noticed a small section of stuffed animals. And they had a great selection. You originally wanted to pick up a blue teddy bear with a hairstyle reminiscent of the Ace Ventura movies. 

But eventually you changed your mind, as your attention was drawn to another teddy bear with fiery red fur and what looked like a robotic paw. He was wearing a black vest, yellow and black spotted pants, and goggles on his head. You picked it up and looked at it closely. 

You had no idea why, but you had the impression that this was it. That this was your cure. You walked with the bear to the cash register, where your eyes searched for the cashier. 

When she came in, she looked at you with a look of shock, almost fear, and asked you again if you wanted to buy the teddy bear. She was hesitant to sell it to you at all. You got the impression that she was as worried as if it were some kind of evil relic. In the end, she sold you the stuffed animal because, in their words, you chose it. 

At home you found that although the plushie's fur was pleasant to the touch, it was slightly matted and rough. The biggest surprise, however, was that the stuffed animal was like one big magnet. It didn't stick to his fur as much, but you couldn't say that about his metal hand. Anything that attracted the magnet stuck strongly to it. 

Since the day you bought it, the bad dreams have disappeared. Or rather, a young man with hair as fiery as the teddy bear's fur had defeated and destroyed them. 

It looked like he was looking for a fight with your nightmares. All he had to do was see one, and he'd grin with satisfaction, wriggle his fingers, and go at it. The nightmares preferred to run from him. 

Then when he had nothing to protect you from in his dreams, he'd evaporate. Despite that, you got the impression he wasn't too far away. 

You were incredibly grateful that you had gotten the stuffed animal, as you could finally get back to work on the veteran that required and deserved your attention. It had always been your wish to work on a car like that, and now that you were sleeping better and the stress had sort of fallen from your body you were working better. Not that the stress had completely disappeared, but now it was the good kind of stress that drove you on. 

Every day when you fell asleep, you had an interesting dream where you encountered at least one robotic animal or element. It always resulted in some great adventure that you ended up enjoying. 

You wondered what happened to the red-haired protector. Plus, you wondered where all the robots that guided your dreams were coming from, and one day you decided to find out. 

In your dream, you followed one robot back to where it came from until you got to this shabby little booth. You walked around the box at first, but you didn't find any windows, just a door. 

You put your ear to the door and heard metal clicking here and there, and nothing else. Finally, your curiosity got the better of you and you took the handle and looked inside. It was much bigger inside than it first appeared. It was a working workshop filled with all sorts of robots and inventions. 

On one side, products were stacked and robots were divided, while on the other side, the necessary materials were laid out. Right in the middle was a table where your red-haired protector sat and seemed to be concentrating on something. 

You quietly walked in and closed the door behind you. The young man didn't seem to notice you as he was still engrossed in his work. You walked over to him and peered over his shoulder. He was in the process of creating a bird that looked lifelike. 

He was in the process of creating the bird's internal clock aside, as he carefully and precisely stacked gears, springs, and other parts. You watched the whole process with interest. 

"You're blocking my view," came the mechanic's voice after a moment, and you realized that you were being drawn closer like a magnet. 

"Sorry," you apologized, and again you stepped over to get a good look at it. The mechanic just grinned, but said nothing in response. 

Eventually it became a bit of a habit, where instead of various adventures you were tempted to watch him at work. He didn't really understand what you saw that was interesting. 

Though of course he appreciated your compliments, and until you complimented him, he was grumpy. After the compliment, he was satisfied and willing to say something extra. 

You went to the workshop to work on the car in question and unknowingly took your teddy bear with you. You didn't want to leave it lying around and get it dirty, so you decided to use its magnetic properties. 

You had a fridge in the workshop where you kept certain things for the car and water for refreshment. You attached it to the fridge door with a metal hand as a magnet. You left it hanging there while you went about your business. 

You didn't take it down until the evening when you were done and your hands were clean. You still took it to bed, and you didn't want it to get dirty with oil or diesel or anything. 

As soon as you went to bed at night, you fell asleep immediately. In the dream, you appeared in the familiar workshop. But the metal dream maker was nowhere to be seen. 

You took a few steps into the room when he suddenly appeared from nowhere, took your hands, put them above your head and pressed you against the nearest wall. 

"You look pretty damn tasty like that," he said, pulling you up on your tiptoes by your hands. "Maybe I should leave you here all day to see what it's like," he added, leaning closer to you. 

You had no idea if he was serious or not, but at that moment you were more focused on the way he leaned in close to you. How he held you and that if it was someone else, he could easily take advantage of that. 

It already looked like he was going to kiss you when he suddenly pulled away and let go of your hands. You fell to the ground in surprise. The protector turned his back to you and you had the impression that his ears were the same red as his hair. 

The deadline to finish the car was fast approaching and you were spending more and more time in the workshop. You even had an old chair that you used for little rest breaks. 

Today you were particularly tired and this time you left the teddy bear in the chair instead of attached to the fridge. 

You curled up in the chair, hugged him, and as soon as you closed your eyes, you fell asleep. But before you did, you felt like you were being held by someone's big arms around your waist instead of the teddy bear. 

You didn't know if it was already a dream or not, you felt that it was your protector, who was now there with you, holding you. 

The work on the car was nearing completion and you felt you would soon cross the finish line with it. You were sure that no matter what the competition, the vintage car had it in the bag. 

Even though you were in a kind of stressful state of mind where you just wanted to get it over with. The next day, the owner was picking up the car, and you finally got some well-deserved rest. 

You curled up in bed and fell asleep in no time. You didn't even notice you didn't have your stuffed animal with you. You must have forgotten it in the workshop, you thought before you fell asleep. 

You had no idea what you were dreaming about, but that you were jerking in your sleep and screaming. Despite that, you didn't wake up. You knew this had been happening to you since you were a little girl. You didn't know why, but you never remembered what you dreamt at that moment. 

That your sleep was only awakened when someone shook you. It woke you up instantly, and in your shock, you kicked the person out of bed screaming. You immediately reached for the wrench you had laid out on the table like a weapon. Now you were glad you accidentally took it out of the workshop with you. You swung at someone, but they grabbed the wrench like it was nothing. It was just accompanied by the sound of metal hitting metal. 

"First you scream in your sleep, and now this? What's gotten into you? ' came a grumpy familiar voice. 

It was only now that you noticed the red-haired guy sitting on the ground, holding the wrench in his metal hand so tightly you couldn't move it. You felt like you were in a dream, even though you thought you were wide awake. 

"Kid? What are you doing here? I'm sure this is just a dream," you muttered, feeling like you were probably overworked. 

You continued to babble, as you felt like your brain hadn't picked up on it. You heard Kid say something to you, but you had no idea what. 

Instead, he grabbed you around the neck with his other hand and pulled you closer and kissed you. That finally made you shut up. You were completely taken aback by it and especially by how real it felt. This was proof to you that this wasn't just a dream. 

"You're finally quiet," Kid grinned in satisfaction as I pulled away. You still didn't want to believe it was real. 

After that, he sat down on the bed next to you, sat you in his lap, put his arms around you and rested his chin on your head. 

"Its my job to protect you, silly. In your dreams and here. And from yourself too," he quipped towards the end, but the rest was honest. 

Kid was glad you picked him up at the store that day. He hated to just sit there and wait aimlessly while the dust settled on him. He didn't understand how you could be so weak and so badass at the same time. That's what he loved about you, and at least he had more opportunities to protect you. He kept that to himself though.

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[judasgot-it]

Early Sunsets Over Yokohama

Early Sunsets Over Monroeville - My Chemical Romance

What Once Was - Her's

Part 1

Scenario: He found you.

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Dazai was terrified for once in his life.

The comforting thought of death was something that he had used to protect himself - he could imagine everyone in his life dying because he knew that when they did, he didn't want to cry.

It helped when he had lost people in other ways. He had lost them through breakups, drifting apart...

They were all natural.

So he would imagine that they would die in horrific and disgusting ways, far too vile to speak of. He would kill them in his head in order to protect himself.

But he didn't know where to start if he had ever lost you.

You were the only exception to this rule.

Dazai tried so many times to imagine your death - to kill you in his head, to destroy your image, to distance himself. Just to gain some control over his own self.

It never worked. He would lose himself if you died.

He was living for you, and he couldn't even tell it to you.

The one person who knew everything.

If he couldn't find you, protect you, and know you were alive - he wouldn't survive. His heart might not make it past that heartbreak.

But he forced himself to push that human fear, to find you and know that you were alive.

The ADA wanted you alive as well.

It had been days of searching, after the disaster of what had happened at the airport.

Maybe it was weeks. It was impossible to know the time anymore, as he hadn't moved the calendar from the last date you had marked down.

Your life seemed to have ended since he had been arrested. The day he had proposed to you.

That was when you stopped marking down the dates so meticulously, and instead filled your shared apartment with work and caffeine.

Up until the day of the event, you had been working tirelessly. And then you had disappeared - leaving behind an unfinished bottle of whiskey, a spoiled convenience store bento box, and a letter of encouragement from Kenji.

As much as you tried, it seemed Dazai had rubbed off too much on you. He wanted to laugh at the thought.

Dazai didn't sleep unless his body shut down. The man couldn't even walk, but all he did was force his weak body to think and listen to reports and read documents from all over Japan.

You both had become the same when the other was absent - although Dazai found that instead of one bottle of whiskey, it was three. And you had never bothered to touch the suspicious pills he kept.

He was running on those more than food. Dazai couldn't ever finish his meals before they went stale or bad, so he stuck with a single can of food a day, or half of whatever he was forced to eat in the office.

Life was bleakest in that period - however long it was.

Maybe a month? The weather had changed very little, but time felt like it had passed for an eternity.

He would end up finding you in a small abandoned bus station, like a pawn that was thrown across the board. A very random place to end up, in his opinion.

There was nothing valuable there.

It was impossible to understand how you ended up there - no buses even went there, and the walk to that station was nearly impossible.

But actually thinking about the logistics of your reappearance was something Dazai wanted to not care about for once in his life. Even if you were looking at him, terrified that you weren't the same person as before.

No one understood how it happened. Not even you.

You were suffering from severe memory loss, but it might have been a good thing - you had shown up in that spot with injuries and severe fatigue. It was possible you had crawled your way to that spot, but it didn't seem like you had left a trail there for very long.

The ADA wanted to know what had happened - day and night they would question you, driving through the same points to figure out where you had been, and what could have been done to you.

But Dazai didn't care. He didn't think.

You were here.

All he would do is hold you in his arms, ever since he saw you - dirty from trekking in the mud of the wet woods, and smelling from the days without showering, and he would simply kiss you with abandon.

You tasted terrible, with fuzzy teeth and oily hair. And he fucking loved it.

It was you. All you, here, in that moment, with him.

Since then, he only ever saw you.

In your shared apartment, Dazai couldn't bring himself to ask you:

'What happened?'

All he would do is swaddle you in blankets and hold you in his lap. His arms would wrap around your sides and he would cradle you between his thighs, as if trying to trap you in a cacoon made entirely of his limbs.

Not once did you ask him a question:

'How was prison? How was defeating Fyodor?'

It was as if all of that didn't exist to either of you anymore.

There was no war between the two of you. No abilities, no missing time - the calendar wasn't missing any X's and it didn't have a distinct lack of your handwriting across it.

Everything was the same. The air smelt like alcohol and mold; dirty hair and mud. But it smelt like home.

Dazai could smell you underneath everything, and he could still taste you despite the whiskey on his breath. Everything was familiar, despite the changes.

Even if you lost your face, he was sure he was going to remember what you looked like - the way you were looking up at him was something that had been burned into his mind, something that chased him in his dreams.

There was a small feeling Dazai had, where he wanted to lock you in this room and never let you go. To handcuff your wrist to his, and keep you by his side so he could never let you go.

The best he could do was pull you closer, feeling your ribs contract against his hold as you struggled to breathe in his hold, giggling as if he were being playful.

He would let you think that. Your hands were pulling at his greasy hair, and he played along - hiding his face in your neck so you didn't know that if he let go right now, he just might have to eat you so you never left him again.

Fyodor almost won.

"Dazai, are you alright?" You were pulled at the back of his hair by the handful, your knuckles the first thing to touch his scalp in weeks. God, he needed a shower.

Simply sighing, he brushed his nose against the back of your neck, kissing your spine and smiling as your breath stuttered. You were like a virgin underneath him, even when you were both a disgusting mess like this.

"Just thinking about how much I wanna marry you." If he could, he would wear your skin and die in his grave like that - there would be no other way to be closer.

But the ring on your finger was close enough. He thought a lot about that when you were gone. He knew you did too.

"We should do it soon."

"It?"

Your hand pulled harder, making Dazai wince a little. Of course, you were going to be mean about it.

"Get married, asshole." There's an ending to that - 'because we almost lost each other.' But neither of you were brave enough to talk about it now.

Maybe not ever. This already was a big statement.

There wasn't much of a conversation to be had about it. Not now, at least.

Dazai was sure he was going crazy a little bit, trying to choke you in his arms while still running on nothing but the takeout he had in the car - a meal he only ate half of, given he shared it with you.

His skin was disgusting, and the apartment was disgusting. For once, the dirt he usually surrounded himself with was bothering him.

Maybe he needed to be better for you now.

Before he realized it, he was staring at his dark ceiling, illuminated only by his small box TV and your face looking right above him. The lighting was a little scary - making you look more like a creature from a horror film than the angel he knew.

But your matted hair and tired eyes weren't exactly giving an 'angelic glow' either.

"We should sleep"

Dazai only hummed along, his hands feeling your curves and pulling you down towards him, trying to absorb your skin onto his - if he was a little more mental, he would have skinned you and eaten every part of you now.

Never let you get away from him.

But as your hands and body shifted around, trying to make his skinny frame more comfortable, he could feel the ring he gave you catching on his ratty old pajamas. It was going to have to be close enough, he supposed.

For the people who wanted a pt. 2 -> @aquaberrydolphin @skelkitty @queen-of-fanfic, this was so off the tracks but like we yolo this shit

[adventuringblind]

Medication Mishaps

Landoscar x Reader

Genre: Fluff and Crack

Summary: When a mix-up in meds leaves her without any, Lando and Oscar are there to her navigate without them.

Warnings:

Notes: for @norizznorris. Sorry I don't do male readers! Regardless, I hope this is what you wanted! :)

Side Note: This one made me laugh the entire time while writing it. My fiancé is unmedicated and very high on the ADHD spectrum. Every day is an adventure!

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Ah, the joys of being neurodivergent. When somehow the world is to much and simultaneously to little. When the nagging impulsive thoughts and continues need for caffeine aren't enough, then the interests that lay dormant for years come back swinging; upset they've been neglected for so long.

Medication helps. Which - of course it does - it's engineered brain chemicals in the form of a chalky pill designed to help someone function in a world where only one kind of brain is excepted. It's better than it was, the world has come further in recent years.

yet here she is, taking her last pill from the bottle. A little piece in her cries knowing she'll have to go pick up her new meds today. The pharmacy feels like to much and she'd rather lay in bed and give into the executive dysfunction. Then she remembers she's flying with Lando and Oscar to their race tomorrow.

With that thought in mind, she groans and hauls herself out of bed. The boys are doing factory work today and won't be back until later. Plenty of time to come home and waste away the hours in bed and pray her energy comes back.

~~~~~

She lied to herself earlier. Any optimism for the day has just disappeared.

"What do you mean you don't have my meds?"

"There was a mix-up with the orders, but we'll have them in a few days." The pharmacist gives her a sheepish smile.

She just sighs and turns on the balls of her feet. How she's going to tell her boys, she has no idea yet. The insecurity of them not wanting her around the paddock because of in burns in the back of her mind.

She still has today at least. Maybe she'll just ride it out and not tell them.

That plan fails miserably the second they walk into the flat. The sight of her visibly distressed on the couch alerts them that something is wrong.

The sit down on either side of her. The question trying to escape their mouths. She beats them to it. "There was a mix-up with my meds. I won't have them until after we get back."

"And we'll help you manage, yeah? You'd do the same for us."

"Lan... she has done the same for you, like, daily."

"Rude!"

~~~~~

Sometimes, she's convinced she lives on a different planet entirely. Like the brain and body she has are simply not meant to be here and there must have been a mistake with the storks.

Lando hands her a Redbull, courtesy of Max since he has to many. "I figured this might help?" Seeing as she nearly just threw hands with whoever was chewing unnecessarily loudly, caffeine might help.

She looks at Lando and Oscar, between the three of them, there are seven drinks. Only one of which is the Aussie's. "Oscar is being boring again."

the man in question huffs. "Water is good for you."

"But it's wretched to taste sometimes."

Lando nods at her in agreement. "See Oscar, boring."

"Nothing is ever boring with you two."

~~~~~

The beginning wasn't bad. Not like it is right now with her brain only wanting to do one specific things, she hasn't remember to eat since early this morning, and the tag on her shirt makes her want to pull her skin off.

Oscar looks at her curled up in his drivers room with a horrendous amount of care and sympathy. He slots in next to her and leans his head against the wall. "Hard day?"

"I need like - five pounds of dino nuggies and a nap."

"Anything I can do to help right now? We'll work on food when Lando is done."

She curls up in Oscar's lap like a cat. The lack of regulated sleep finally catching up to her. She's on the verge of sleep when Lando busts through the door yelling about something.

She throws a pillow at him in annoyance. "You owe me food."

Lando pauses. "That sounds brilliant."

Oscar shakes his head in defeat later that night as Lando gradually sneaks food off her plate and pretends they can't see him. If he's not caught then it didn't happen and Jon can't get mad at him.

~~~~~

She hasn't stopped talking with Lando for the last two hours. What exactly they've been going on about, she has no idea at this point. Their original conversation led to rabbit trails and other distractions that got in the way. The original story now long forgotten as they discuss the possibilities for new shoes.

Her phone dings, an automated message alerting her to her refilled meds. She shows Lando in excitement. The joys of functioning like a human again are nearly in her grasp.

Lando and Oscar both look at her in amusement. The latter has been using their conversation as an excuse to read. He sets his book down, a look she hasn't seen before crossing his features.

"Have you ever thought what it would be like if you didn't have to take meds?"

Lando shoots him a nasty glare. "Oi, she can't help-"

"Not what I meant." The Aussie crashes onto the bed with them, book now tucked away. "I just mean that having a different kind of brain shouldn't be such a difficult thing for the world to cope with. But the second someone is different-" He looks at Lando. "-Like they struggle with reading or processing information." Then he turns to her. "Or they struggle to with focusing and sensory things. They are ready to create some kind of fix to make those brains work like theirs." The genuine concern and sadness from him is almost heartbreaking.

"In a perfect world, yes. For now though, I think me and Lando can both settle for having someone who cares as much as you do."

"Just wish I could do more."

Lando hums and, quite literally, rolls over onto Oscar. "Just like our best is enough, so is yours."

"However, if the world could provide me with free drinks, I wouldn't be complaining."

Oscar chuckles and drags her closer despite Lando's weight on him. "I'll make a note of it for when I become ruler of the world."

"You never said you were planning that!"

"It's been my secret plan this whole time."

"... It's always the quiet ones."

[cumaeansibyl]

okay this is my biggest conspiracy theory except it's not really a Conspiracy Theory because I am not actually positing a shadowy prime mover who planned the whole thing from the start. that always ends up in wildly antisemitic places where I do not go, and also I don't think anyone in history has had their shit together enough to mastermind Schemes of this type. my theories are always more like "this happened serendipitously and at some point maybe someone noticed and took advantage but there's certainly no central figure in charge."

so we start with the normalization of overwork in our society, since roughly forever. in modern times this led to abuse of medical and recreational stimulants -- everyone was on speed in the 50s and coke in the 80s -- but we all kind of figured out that was a bad idea, for the most part. what we still had after the white powder settled, though, was caffeine. totally legal, totally normalized.

but people were still overworked, and they also still wanted to have energy after work, to do fun things with the little free time left to them.

enter energy drinks.

unlike coffee, which still has the feeling of a daytime beverage and also to some extent a workplace beverage, energy drinks are an anytime food! you can even get them in mixed drinks for a night out. they're for work AND play. they come in a wide range of dose strengths, including a shooter for when you're in really dire straits. after all, taking caffeine pills feels like "pill-popping," but having a little beverage is fine, right?

at the same time, there is increasing interest in remedies for a variety of unspecific ailments caused by "toxins," the new buzzword in a very old industry of patent nostrums and dubious cure-alls. the theory is that some sort of unspecified substance has entered your body, and in order to feel well again you need to detox and cleanse -- which in practice involves a lot of induced defecation. And this is supposed to be good for feelings of fatigue, muscle soreness, anxiety, stomach upset, and difficulty sleeping.

See where I'm going with this?

The "toxins" that make you feel terrible all the time are caffeine. Not heavy metals, or refined sugar, or vaccines, or yeast. It's just fucking caffeine.

Well, caffeine and chronic overwork/sleep deprivation, which is not entirely a direct result of the caffeine but is certainly enabled/exacerbated by it. Everyone is working too much and taking stimulants to get through the day and in fact experiencing mild overdose symptoms on a fairly regular basis (irritable? jittery? that's caffeine toxicity) and it's no wonder we all feel like shit.

And then! When you come home from your day of pushing your mind and body too hard! It is ALSO normalized to take downers to level out! Alcohol is also a toxin, and it takes a lot less of it to start doing systemic damage than most people realize. When you wake up in the morning feeling foggy and achy, it may not be enough to register as a proper hangover, but it's almost certainly the combined effect of alcohol and caffeine withdrawal. Both mild! Both nearly harmless and easily recovered from! If you're not doing it on a regular basis and if you're getting enough rest, which you're not, as we previously established.

It's the chronicity that's the issue, the neverending grind of it all. You can't recover from chronic sleep deprivation or overwork with an extra few hours of rest on the weekends. You can't recover from long-term chemical dependence with a 24-hour tolerance break. If you're a wage earner in late-stage capitalism your options for reversing the damage are pretty limited and they all look like deprivation: prioritizing an unbroken 8-9 hours of sleep per night may well mean giving up most if not all of your social life and leisure activities. Fuck that.

And to be clear, I don't consider choosing to stay out late with a vodka Red Bull to be a personal failure of any kind, just like I don't think poor people should never buy themselves anything nice. If work keeps trying to take more and more of your time, you gotta carve out time for yourself somewhere. But... y'all know me. I want people to know the risks.

I think a lot of people don't realize that their bodies are under this much strain. They don't know that we are better suited for a 4-6 hour work day, that 6-7 hours of sleep is genuinely not enough for most people, that as little as 2 cups of coffee might be enough to put them over the recommended maximum caffeine intake. They don't know that they're drinking enough alcohol to cause health problems.

If you know and you decide to do it anyway that's fine, it's your right. I do inadvisable shit all the time. But people don't know, they're not being told, because they can't be allowed to question the material conditions they're being forced to endure -- and then they're being sold a bunch of useless or even harmful bullshit to "cure" the inevitable consequences of those conditions.

[boozenboze]

an I request male reader with the 141 task force who has nightmares like every night? Its angsty and kinda long, feel free to ignore if you're not comfortable writing it!

The plot is that reader suffers from nightmares, horrific ones, about his past and avoids sleeping as he doesn't want to have one again. The 141 notices and tries to help him, but he's stubborn and runs on caffeine 24/7 so he doesn't fall asleep.

One day though, as they're sitting in the social room, doing stuff, he dozed off on the couch. His teammates were at first happy that he did, as he has been awake for way too long, until he curled up and started crying uncontrollably, saying something inaudible and shaking.

One of the 141 got closer and touched his shoulder, which caused reader to wake up and absolutely lose it, because his sleep fogged brain only saw a dark silhouette leaning over him.

You can end it with the 114 comforting him and him opening up for the first time ever about what happened to him and caused him to lash out like that on them.

Like I said, you don't have to write it, you have the full right to ignore it or smth.

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This was requested by:Anonymous

Sweet Dreams

Tf 141 x Male reader

Females She/Her and She/They

Sleep paralysis and nightmares are hard to deal with.A lack of sleep can make you see and hear things that aren’t there as well.M/n has been dealing with this for as long as he could remember.They weren’t bad at first but have progressively gotten worse throughout time.His past traumas hadn’t made anything better either.Most nights he would waks up in a cold sweat and would be shakened for the rest of the night.His nightmares would get more realistic every time he slept so he came up with the idea to not sleep.He began drinking more stuff with caffeine,energy drinks and coffee became his go too drinks.

One morning M/n had been staring at his ceiling the whole night.He had stayed on his phone,read books,had some Monsters and Red bull ,everything he did to stay awake during the night.After a while he felt his eyelids get heavy and started drifting off before hearing fsint footsteps.His brain was foggy at the moment and his eyes shifted to the side and he saw a dark figure creeping up into his bed.He suddenly couldn’t move,scream,nothing.Tears pooled in his eyes before he suddenly jolted up.

He hadn’t realized he’d fallen asleep.He wiped his eyes and looked down at his floor and saw the cans of energy drinks he had been consuming.He shakily rose from his bed before msking his esy out of his room,before making his way to the kitchen.He started to make some coffe,dark roast since that usually made him stay awake.He was going to to go to a pharmacy and get some pills that would keep him awake.The scent of coffee could be smelled throughout the kitchen,and M/n hadn’t noticed his lieutenant walked into the room.

“Why are you awake seargent?”The taller male spoke as M/n flinched at the males voice.He turned around to face the male before turning away and pouring himself a cup of coffee.

“Can’t sleep.”M/n responded,keeping his answer short.Ghost approached the male snd cupped his cheek,turning his face so he could examine the male.The h/c haired male had big eyebags and his eyes were red.Ghosts eyes softened at the sight.He already noticed that the e/c haired male looked tired but he just didn’t mention it.

“Go back to bed seargent.”Ghost said firmly as he took the cup from M/n’s hands.

“But I-“M/n tried to speak up but was interrupted.

“Go to your room seargent,thats an order.”Ghost said as he lifted his mask to taste the coffee M/n was drinking.M/n sighed as he went to his room,already knowing he wasn’t going to sleep.

A few hours had gon by and M/n snuck out the base to get the pills.He came back when some other soilders were getting some cardio in.M/n snuck back to his room without being noticed before dumping the contents on his mattress.Along with the pills he restoked on his energy drinks and cracked ond open and taking large gulps.He took one of the pills and he immediately felt energized.He felt strange though,considering he hadn’t slept in days.He took a hot shower before changing into his uniform.

Gaz was in the kitchen eating his breakfast and looked up when he heard footsteps.He quickly chewed his food when he saw it was M/n.

“G’morning M/n-”Gaz spoke out as he watched M/n pour himslef some coffee.He hadn’t failed to notice the males hand shaking as he pured the coffee.Some of it spilling onto the counter as he finally sat it down.

“Hey...you alright you seem jumpy?”Gaz asked out in concern as M/n looked him in the eye.Like Ghost, Gaz saw the eyebags under rhe males eyes.

“Did ya sleep any?”The Brit asked as he watched M/n eat a protein bar.

“Just peachy Gaz.”M/n said walking away leaving Gaz in the kitchen alone.The brown skinned male could only wonder if the male was really okay.

M/n went through his day like normal.He spared with Soap who seemed to be going easier on him for some reason.Soap noticed the males movements were slower and he just looked exhausted.Soap thought it was unfair considering he had several advantages.Again the male seemed exhausted and sluggish so Soap just called their spar a tie.

“M/n you doing ok?You seem off.”Soap pointed out as M/n chuckled in response.

“Im fine Soap just a little tired y’know?”M/n said casually as he wiped his head from the sweat on his forebead.The male waved Soap off as he exited to room leaving Soap with his concerned thoughts.

The day went by pretty quickly and M/n had taken his shower.Soap made the idea to have a movie night with 141 and they agreed.Ghost decided to join since he finished what he had to do.M/n came into the room with more comfortable attire and took a seat next to Price.The older man had discarded his cigar and was holding a book as Gaz and Soap fought over what movie they should watch.M/n felt more at peace,surrounded by the people he considered family made him feel safe.After a few minutes they finally put on a movie that they could enjoy.Halfway into the program M/n had fallen asleep.Nobody would have noticed if the sound of M/n’s body shifting hadn’t caught their attention.Price saw the male curled into a ball on the end of the couch and a small smile made it upon his face.He stood up and grabbed a pillow,gently laying it beneath his the males head.M/n gripped the pillow and huffed when he picked up the heavy scent of Prices cigar.

“Well won’t you look at that.Mans finally succumbed to sleep.”Soap spoke out as he watched the male let out peaceful breaths.They never saw the male so at peace before so this was something they’d have to be grateful for.Price had walked in M/n’s room before and saw all the empty cans that were pooling out of his trash bag.He had been worried for him in the beginning,but didn’t know that the male had been struggling with sleep.Now what they didn’t notice was that the male was half asleep.

M/n had woken up from Price changing his position.He felt drunk, barely being aware of what was happening around him.Then it happened again.A figure began approaching him but it had more details than usual.It began approaching him and he began to shake slightly,eyes beginning to water.Then he realized,he could move.His finger was twitching slightly and right when the figure was in range he sprang up and punched it.Unlike his usual occurrences, the figure made a noise.

"Yo M/n calm down mate!"Gaz yelled out, wrapping his arms around the male in attempts to get him off of Soap, who was currently blocking M/n's punches.The h/c haired male was breathing heavily,tears pouring out of his e/c eyes as his punches got weaker by the second.M/n slumped in Gaz's hold, now processing the situation he was currently in.Ghost helped Soap stand up as he felt his cheek that was beginning to bruise.M/n was shaking as Gaz held him close and started whispering reassurances into his ears as he himself tried to process what happend.Price had gotten Soap an icepack before pulling M/n up.The male had been mumbling several “im sorry’s” as Price pulled him into a hug.

It didn’t take long for the male to begin sobbing.Price held him as close as he could as the male cried into his shoulder.

“It’s ok muppet, tis just us.”Price said gently as the male hiccuped into his shoulder.A few moments went by until M/n’s breathing pattern was steady again.Price pulled the male out of his hold and M/n looked down in guilt.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean t-to hurt you Soap.”M/n stuttered as Soap smiled at him reassuringly.

“Ah..it’s alright mate, ya probably didn’t mean it.”Soap responded sheepishly as M/n smiled awkwardly.The man began rubbing his eyes so it was clear that the male was still sleepy.

“Muppet I know you haven’t been sleeping,I saw all the drinks in your.That stuff isn’t good for you handsome.”Price said cupping the males cheek and caress the male with his thumb.“Tis there something your not telling us?”Price asked as M/n looked away ashamed.

“I’ve...been having nightmares, t-they’ve been getting worse.I-I was scared to go to sleep so I started drinking more caffeine.I also bought these.”M/n said as he took the bottle out of his hoodie pocket.

“Well lets stop using these.”Ghost spoke,taking the bottle from the male and put them somewhere where he couldn’t see them.

“And stop drinking this shit.”Gaz said as he wandered off into M/n’s room,taking all the full and empty cans of Monster and Redbull.Soap guided the male back to his room and made him lay down.

When the others came to M/n’s room Soap had the male in his lap as M/n’s legs were wrapped around his waist.The h/c haired male had his face nuzzled in the Scottish mans neck as he rubbed circles into his back.

“He’s sleeping again.”Soap whispered so he wouldn’t wake the sleepless male.He gently layed M/n down and secured the blankets around him.Ghost took his boots off and sat next to the sleeping male on the bed.

“I’m gonna watch him y’all can go.”Ghost spoke roughly as Soap furrowed his brows.

“Are you sure L.T-I mean what if he-.”

“I’ll be fine Johnny.”Ghost cut the male off as he heard a whimper come from M/n.Ghost moved rubbed M/n’s arm and the male stopped making noise.Price hummed as he left the room with gaz and Soap nodded towards Ghost before leaving the room.

Believe or not this would be one of the many future nights that you have

Sweet Dreams

[bugtoonz]

hii!! what headcanons do u have for the moonbase trio (362, 86, and 60)?

i always thought it was funny they were called the moonbase trio, bc isn’t patton stationed in like antarctica lol? anyways they’re super fun and i’m excited to talk about them!

for Rachel, i 1000% believe that girl lives on coffee. i know it’s like the equivalent of cocaine in the knd universe, but there’s no way she runs a worldwide organization of kids and isn’t majorly dependent on caffeine. that being said, since she’s also one of those said kids, she definitely piles it high with sugar and creamer. the sugar intake is probably worse for her than the coffee part😭 i also feel like she’s pretty tall. like especially now since she’s young, but even when she gets older i can see her being above average height. it’s definitely something she appreciates because it makes it easy to look down at people disapprovingly when they go against her orders. also, her and chad used to be super close. he was basically her older brother and the one that introduced her to nigel. since she’s soopreme leader, she’s aware of the teens next door, but Chad became somewhat distant after his fake-betrayal, and it’s something that really hurt her.

for Fanny, this is kind of random, but she’s definitely the kind of girl that reads fairy books about friendship and girlhood. she tries to apply what she reads to her real life, but for some reason it’s a lot harder for her to be kind and understanding than it is for Princess Sparklewand of Fairylandia. i also think that the reason she has an irish accent, despite having grown up in the same town as Sector V is because her parents are divorced, and she splits her time between Mr. Boss in Vermont and her mom in Ireland. it’s easy to do both when you own your own spaceship/aircraft/boat. her and her brothers all have her mother’s last name because she refused to change it when she married Mr. Boss and also refused to give her children his surname because she’s the one who had to give birth! it’s no wonder fanny is the way she is. her little brothers spend more time with her dad, though, which is why their accents are american. as much as Fanny bullies them, she’ll bully whoever tries to do the same to them 500x harder. she’s very protective of the people she loves.

i think Patton is really funny. he’s a total hard-ass that knows the KND rule book like the back of his hand, but also a total softie when it comes to his cadets. i feel like he’s from alaska. he seems rugged enough to be able to live there. i also feel like all of his time spent in freezing cold climates means that a trip below the equator might actually make him melt. Fanny doesn’t let him stand to close to her at the beach because she’s worried he’ll get his gross boy sweat all over her. Patton is also, like, super awkward outside of the work setting. someone get this poor boy an etiquette manual or something!! it’s not his fault he spends all of his time running drills and locking up villains. a lot of operatives avoid him because they always think he’s mad, but that’s just how he talks. he gets really confused when he tries to say hi to someone and they run away crying.

as for like their relationships with each other, Fanny has a huge, massive crush on Rachel that the latter is oblivious to. Rachel in turn sees Fanny as one of her closest friends, but also thinks she could maybe take a chill pill sometimes. Fanny and Patton have a sometimes-not-so-friendly rivalry with each other over which one’s the toughest out of the two. that being said, Patton is one of the few boys Fanny will tolerate, mostly because of his similar no-nonsense approach to work. Patton and Rachel are also good friends, and Patton has a lot of respect for her. when Rachel stepped up as Soopreme Leader, he was the first to back her campaign. Rachel likes Patton a lot, but he also needs a chill pill. it’s okay though, she loves her neurotic besties. (birds of a feather and all that)

[delusionalmultifandomwriter]

Batfamily Caffeine HC

requested?: no

My Batfam obsession is going on so enjoy!

HC: What kind of caffeine does the Batfam consume?

Bruce drinks plain black coffee, no sugar, no creamer. Even at Starbucks he will order plain black coffee. He will never consume energy drinks, maybe occassionally a black tea.

Dick has a sweet tooth. He prefers coke or energy drinks. If he drinks coffee he will fill up that cup with cinnamon creamer. You can imagine Tim shaking his head in the back.

Jason prefers tea. He is the type of guy to drink earl grey tea or matcha. He will occasionally drink coffee but never cheap one. Jason is someone to celebrate his coffee. Opposite to that, he will drink the cheapest energy drinks there are and just chug them down if he needs the effect fast.

Tim. We all know Tim is a caffeine addict™️. He drinks regular coffee in large quantities. If it is a bad day, he will switch to Death Wish Coffee (500mg caffeine per cup) and have two. Alfred regulary hides the coffee beans from him to avoid Tim having a heart attack. He drinks Iced Americano at Starbucks and has at least once tried to brew his coffee with an energy drink instead of water. Tim has no survival instinct when it comes to his caffeine intake.

Babara takes her coffee with creamer and sugar. She prefers vanilla flavoured or drinks cinnamon like Dick. She will occasionally drink energy drinks but only high quality ones. She is the one in the fam that has her caffeine intake under control the most.

Steph is a sucker for Starbucks seasonal coffee. She is a pumpkin spice girl and awaits every autumn with heart eyes. She drags Tim to Starbucks every year when PSL season starts. Peppermint flavour for Winter Season is also fine by her. She prefers fancy coffee and stocked up one of the kitchen cabinets at Wayne Manor with different flavours of Barista syrup.

Cass is that kind of person that takes caffeine pills. She will also chug down black coffee, not that she likes the taste. She consumes it for the effect only. Sometimes she is even worse than Tim.

Duke prefers energy drinks. He is not picky with the flavours, i believe he prefers the regular flavour. I dont see him consuming a lot of caffeine, he mainly does it because being a vigilante messes with your sleep schedule and, like everyone, he is always running low on sleep.

Damian is a kid, a trained assassin, but also a kid. He probably has a big sweet tooth, i see him drinking fruity frappucinos. He will sip his strawberry cream frappucino while Tim is fighting with the Barista over adding seven shots of espresso to his Vanilla Latte. Damian also drinks hot chocolate, he will probably drink coffee when he gets older. I believe he will develope similar preferences as Stephanie.

Alfred drinks tea. Good british black tea. It also is ridiculously expensive but that is not a problem if you are the butler of Bruce Wayne himself. He sometimes celebrates tea time with Jason when he is around.

[inlovewithpandora]

- Overworked -

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem!stressed!reader

Request: [ @spidersthetic ] Jesus, have you been awake the entire night? + Look, I'm okay! I've pulled all nighters before. + I'll carry you to bed if I have to. + Go. To. Bed. That's an order. or I'll check in on you in an hour. You'd better not have moved. Whichever fits. w/ Hobie Brown || Reader is working on a presentation for work and stressing over it cause she wants it to be good because she might get a promotion she neglects sleep and Hobie notices and tells her she needs to sleep but she is too stubborn and refuses to so Hobie has to basically drag her to bed and that's where you can use either go to bed or I'll check... or both if you can fit it in.

Synopsis: When you start drowning in work Hobie is there to save you.

Content: angst, fluff, established relationship, concerned Hobie, stressed reader, Hobie forcing reader to gts, reader being stubborn but does listen to him, kissing toward the end, just a cute little fic!

Author’s Note: Thank you for requesting! I hope it meets your expectations!

Word Count: 1k

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As you scan through your presentation for the millionth time tonight, drinking another can of your favorite energy drink, you decipher the sound of footsteps inside the apartment.

You know it’s Hobie, so you don’t leave your work zone, continuing to work with tunnel vision, hoping that this presentation wows your boss and earns you the well-deserved promotion.

Every night you’ve spent working on this presentation made you want to rip your hair out and claw at your eyes from the stress. And even though you are filled with tension, you know that the all-nighters, consumption of unhealthy amounts of energy drinks, and overworking will be worth it once your new work bonus hits your account.

Hobie walks quietly, assuming you were fast asleep. He walks down the hallway, about to walk into your bedroom, but he notices that there is a light on in another room. When he approaches your home office, he hears your groans of frustration. He opens the door and sees you running your hands down your face then slamming them on the desk.

When you look up at him, he can see you’re tired. The sunken eyes and the way you seem to be fighting the urge to let them flutter close give it all away.

“Jesus, have you been awake the entire night?” He asks rhetorically as he doesn’t need your answer to confirm it, his voice laced with both concern and disbelief.

“Yes, but-”

“Love, you need to sleep and not stress about this presentation.” Hobie knows how much this presentation means to you and he’s rooting for you to get it the promotion, but he doesn’t want you to neglect your health over it.

“Hobie, you know how much I want this promotion! I’m competing with multiple people and I need to be at the top.” A yawn slips through your lips upon finishing your sentence. You begin to rub your puffy eyes as you turn back to your desk and continue working on your presentation.

“I know, but I just don't want you to tire yourself out-” Hobie cuts his sentence short when he notices you dozing off. “y/n! See this is why you need to go to sleep, your body is begging for rest!”

You straighten up and act as if you weren’t drifting just a second ago. “Look, I'm okay! I've pulled all-nighters before. I’ll just drink some more energy drinks or take caffeine pills so I can stay awake. Stop worrying, babe. Just go to sleep and I’ll join you later.” You plant a kiss on his cheek, trying your best to reassure him that you're fine, but Hobie knows that this is only your stubbornness making an appearance.

“No, y/n, you’re going to sleep. I'll carry you to bed if I have to.” His words just go in one ear and out the other. You are solely focused on this presentation and nothing is going to stop you –apparently, except for your boyfriend. As you blatantly ignore Hobie’s pleas to come to bed, trying to add the finishing touches to your PowerPoint slide, you feel a pair of hands scoop you up.

“Hobie! Put me down. I need to finish this!” You lightly hit his chest as he carries you down the hallway in bridal style.

Hobie gives you the same treatment you gave him earlier, ignoring your words as he places you on the bed. “Go. To. Bed. That's an order.” He gets into bed next to you, pulling you into his embrace and wraps his arms around your torso.

You start to form a protest against him, but when you feel his warmth against your skin, you decide that a little “nap” wouldn’t hurt. Just a little nap then you would go back to work, or that’s at least what you try to convince yourself.

“Fine, but only because you forced me.” You playfully roll your eyes, running your hand through his hair to lightly massage his scalp. After a while of both of you cuddling in silence, snores begin to echo throughout your bedroom with both of you sleeping peacefully, intertwined with each other's bodies.

—

The next morning you wake up full of energy. Being able to finally have a full night's sleep makes you feel the most relaxed you’ve felt in days. You now have the ability to come up with new ideas for your presentation without having brain fog. You feel so thankful that Hobie forced you to get some rest because if he didn’t you wouldn’t be able to have this new sense of clarity.

As you start cooking breakfast, you feel a pair of large hands wrap around your waist. “Mornin’, love.” His husky voice rings through your ears as he kisses your cheek and rests his head in the crook of your neck.

“Good morning.” You reply with a smile as you run your hand down his cheek before placing your attention back on your food. Hobie looks at the different things you are cooking and realizes it all makes his favorite breakfast combined.

“Is all of this for me?”

You turn around, wrapping your arms around his neck while looking up at him with loving eyes, “yes it is. I wanted to make you breakfast as a “thank you” for helping me last night. I really appreciate you seeing that I needed to take a break.”

When you pull him in for a tender kiss, he’s taken by surprise, but it doesn’t take him long before he kisses you back, moving his hands from around your waist and gliding them down your body and lightly squeezing your butt which makes you grin into the kiss.

“You’re welcome, love. You know I’ll always look out for you.” Hobie smiles softly as he lovingly cups your cheek. Hobie always makes sure to keep an eye on you because he knows you have a tendency of overwork and causing yourself stress. “So now do you promise to not overwhelm yourself with work?”

“Yes, babe. I promise. No more overworking. But if I do, I know that I’ll always have you there to ground me.”

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[sunset-a-story]

OC Questionnaire Tag Game

Thank you, @zinabug-writes for the tag! (Check out their post here!)

I'm going to answer for one Sunset character each who has spent time in each of the three organizations of knacked people: Reeve del Sol for SolCorp, Alyosha Shvedov for Entropy Games Inc, and Noah Walker for The Church. (Answers are for Vol 1 bc spoilers)

What do you always keep in your pockets?

Reeve, "Phone, keys, caffeine pills, and dextroamphetamine pills."

Alyosha, "My phone, wallet, and a good luck charm."

Noah, "A book of matches. I always have at least one book of matches on me. Preferably one in each pocket in case one side gets splashed with gore or, worse, petrol."

2. What does your bedroom look like?

Reeve, "I keep it tidy. I have a full bed (made), a desk and chair, and a bookcase that isn't honestly that full and I don't actually have that much time to read but I like how it looks. Right now the legs of the bed are set into glass jars and bowls because we have a bit of a scorpion problem."

Alyosha, "The bedroom in my trailer is pretty small but I keep it cozy with lots of blankets and pillows."

Noah, "I don't have one that I'd call mine. All the bedrooms in The Church are ours. I sleep where I fit. Sometimes that's on a couch or a cot or in a bed. Sometimes it's beside one of my brothers if the Sanctuary is crowded. The only constant is that I'll feel safe there."

3. What's your coffee order?

Reeve, "Vietnamese iced coffee if they have it. If they don't, extra sweet vanilla iced coffee."

Alyosha, "Tea with milk."

Noah, "Whatever that Sanctuary has stocked. That could be anything from very good espresso to instant powder so you just take what you can get."

I'll no pressure tag @thatndginger @pandoras-comment-box @revenantlore @chauceryfairytales @winterandwords and open tag

Your questions are:

Has anyone ever given you flowers?

Do your socks always match?

Who would you trust to choose a tattoo for you if you couldn't see it until afterwards?

[sleaterkinnie]

being a woman is a prison because my 74 year old grandmother who is retired and has lived her life still worries about calories and putting on makeup before seeing anybody and won't even be seen outside of the house without her wig on. even after her daughter died she still did her full face of makeup and put on her wig just to sit in her own house with her own family and grieve. I cannot imagine the weight of still worrying that you could be seen as unattractive while mourning the loss of your own daughter. she still wears a mask in public for obvious reasons but says she especially likes it because it hides her chipped tooth. She buys clothes about two sizes too big every time "just in case". Her lifelong best friend has cancer and it can be cured if they operate on her but in order to operate on her she has to gain at least 30 lbs because she's too skinny. Her friend still refuses to eat extra calories or anything unhealthy and takes several caffeine pills a day at 75. She would legitimately rather die than eat fatty high calorie foods. Do you understand.

[touloserlautrec]

Happy STS! Today's question is brought to you under the influence of medication that is currently melting my brain but helping my back to feel better.

Do drugs feature in your story at all, whether legal and medicinal or illegal and recreational?

THEY SURE DO! Thanks for the ask!

For starters, telepaths and people with mental knacks are generally pretty intensely affected by substances-- their knacks are sharpened by uppers, and get really overwhelming and sloppy with downers. SolCorp telepaths are often issued dextroamphetamine as a booster for the field. Reeve is one such telepath. This may or may not be a problem. There are also occasions when he or Alex (psychometry is a mental-based knack in this 'verse as well) also lean on caffeine to sharpen or alcohol or benzos to loosen things up in order to achieve certain goals.

Reeve would definitely argue that his dextroamphetamine pills are on the up and up because they were issued by the Corp-- a pharmaceuticals company, after all.

Red wine is a notable trauma trigger for our boy Reeve. And there are so, so many cigarettes in the Church. Alex also grew up with adoptive parents who struggled with substance misuse and addiction. And Fox is definitely low-key an alcoholic.

In volume three, we get to know Scott a little better-- he used to indulge in some partying, but these days mostly just unwinds with occasional cannabis gummies. Another character is in recovery-- and this isn't so much a drug, but his knack gets him high when he uses it, so that's A Problem. SolCorp has AA meetings run by Pluto's Second (also in recovery), to support knacked people through recovery.

On the medical side of things, Misha's knack triggers an auto-immune response, so he has to take meds to manage lupus (Hannah, our resident medic, may or may not threaten to crush them up and hide them in his pudding at one point).

I think that covers it? Phew!

(P.S. I hope your back feels better soon!)

[katkestrel]

I - Fuck Around

Masterlist ~ Next - II

High pitched ringing tore through your ears along with the heavy base of the music playing. It was pulsing through your muscles. A dull ache started to pound in your head to the fast tut-tut-tut of your heart as you struggled to pull yourself up the chain link fence. The slick of blood on your hands and the fatigue in your arms made the journey upwards more difficult. Your fingers miss a step causing your head to fall down to the ground as the floor welcomes your motionless body once again.

*****

The flash of light was blinding but after a lifetime of them you knew how to keep the tears in and the reaction of pain at bay.

“Alright Y/N you’re doing great! We’ve just got one more set to do now.” The photographer informed you before releasing you to the stylist to your right. You followed her across the studio where two blankets were hung up across a corner, turning it into a makeshift changeroom. Your eyes were left heavy and stinging from the lights so you closed them and tried to ignore the busy hands and mouths around you that were pulling you around like a doll.

A loud hiss cut through the music and silenced the chatter of the stylists. You opened your eyes to see a young girl staring back at you with her mouth in an ‘o’ shape. Her can of hairspray was still high in the air with her hand, frozen in place. The women around you shifted from foot to foot as you gingerly pulled your ear from the wide comb the girl had caught them with.

 “My ears are especially sensitive. Remember not to touch them.” You said, deciding to let her off easy. Your eye caught on the mole under the corner of her eye that mirrored your own and you couldn’t help but feel a tinge of guilt for the young girl. It wasn’t her fault after all.  You and she are owned, and therefore employed, by the same man. That man, however, you could allow yourself to hate.

Sensing the danger had passed, the stylists let their shoulders drop and continued with their prep work although the conversations were no longer lilted. As they worked you studied the women around you. Your owner definitely had a type – girls who are petite and lithe, with ears that stand up straight and a mole under the eye. You weren’t sure if he bought them all similar in an effort for you to feel kinship, or if they were his particular brand of taste. The thought was suddenly off putting in your mouth considering you were the mirror image of your mother.

The strong smell of strawberries effectively pulled you out of that unfortunate thought. Looking up from the plate thrust in front of you, you realised the stylists had finished dressing you for the next set.

“Here, you should eat something.” the girl from before offered. You gently shook you head. You were about to reply when the lead stylist interrupted with a hissed whisper, “She can’t eat on a shoot. Henry doesn’t allow it.”

The girl with kind eyes stiffened slightly but nodded none the less and quickly scurried off to take the plate away before you got in trouble just for looking at food.

Knowing the temptation of food was around was enough to have you up and out of your seat in order to get yet another bottle of water to keep the urge in line. With a sigh you made it over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle, downing half along with a couple caffeine pills.

This was the longest shoot you had been on in months so it was all you could do to just stay upright. Luckily for you, the hybrid blood running in you was enough to give you the natural radiance and even features that all hybrids had. It wasn’t surprising that almost all models now were hybrids or were part hybrid.

The hair on the back of your neck stood up and your ear twitched as you heard the familiar heavy footsteps of Joshua approach. Yet another man you hate. Your foot started tapping in anticipation of whatever bullshit he was about to throw your way.

His voice, melodic but cold, came from behind you. “Hey little kitty. I couldn’t leave without saying goodbye to my favourite kitten. I was surprised when I saw you on the roster. Man are the standards slipping these days.” You turned and raised an eyebrow, your mouth still touching the lip of the water bottle.

He continued, knowing you couldn’t walk away, “God I wonder what the fuck Henry is thinking. He’s gonna tank the company if he keeps you around. You’re enough trouble by yourself.” You watched as small smile started to form on his face. “Well, we all know what he was thinking back then. Not thinking with the right,” he chuckled and paused catching your eyes with his. “Head. Your poor mother. Did she even-”

You stopped him in the middle of his sentence by throwing the remaining water up into his face and soaking his clothes. “Get fucked.”

You barely had time to move when you noticed his eyes flash golden and you felt the weight of his hand over your neck. It’s predicaments like these that remind you how very unfortunate it is that you have a red-hot temper in a tiny omega body.

“Try that again, little kitty, and you’ll be the one fucked.” The lewdness of his statement reddened your cheeks and you couldn’t help but curse the fact that his alpha pheromones were affecting you. Once again, you cursed Henry for his policy of no scent blockers in the company. It probably wouldn’t be the last time.

Trying to hold onto a shred of dignity, you raised you head. “Oh? Let’s prove it. 5624 – 24th Street, Friday, twenty-three hundred hours.”

Joshua paused, looking taken aback before smoothing his features into a smirk. “Sure kitty, but don’t bite off more than you can chew.” With that, he stepped back and left the studio without a look back over his shoulder.

*****

You really should learn to hold your tongue, you chastised yourself for the umpteenth time as you hurried through the underground station only stopping once briefly to pull out your HybrID card to allow you access to the trains.

You let out a sigh as you managed to squeeze into the last train before the doors closed. The familiar jingle of the doors closing repeated more than necessary and you couldn’t help looking down the train to see who the offending tardy passenger was. Seeing only an older gentleman accompanied by a large dog hybrid in your railcar had you giving up the search. You still kept an ear perked towards the hybrid though as your animal counterparts were still unlikely friends and it’s hard to ignore biology.

The doors opened with a ding and you strode out and back up onto the dark streets. You kept your steps in pace to the gum being chewed rhythmically in your mouth, tasting nothing but bland flavour from how long it had been chewed.

It was relatively easy to sneak out of your balcony and jump down into the garden – you can thank your strong legs for that. Shimmying over the trellis fence and avoiding the apartment security was a bit more difficult. You knew that you’d be wearing a tracker collar for a month if a guard saw you and followed you to where you most certainly shouldn’t be.

You are allowed out alone; the law is on your side for once on that issue. It was Henry that maintained a security detail for you in order to keep you safe and contained. He’d have kittens himself if he knew where you ended up most weekends.

You unconsciously sniffed the air and perked your ears higher under your hat to catch anyone who could be a witness to your slightly illegal actions. Satisfied you were alone, your fist rapped against the colourful door with the sideways hourglass nestled among the other graffiti tags.

The door swung open and you had to jump back to avoid getting hit by the metal. A lone wolf hybrid blocked the doorframe. You calmly tipped your hat to show your ears and the hybrid moved aside. The faint thuds and cheers accompanied the dull smell of copper and your stomach immediately started to churn. You really should get a better grasp of your temper.

*****

The flimsy metal bit into your cheek and split your lip even further as you felt your ears being pulled up with your head. Ice blue eyes stared into yours and you knew you were almost tapped out. You let your body go completely limp in his hands, ignoring the pain of your ears, and watched the fist he held tauntingly over you. When you saw his victory smirk start to form, you gathered all your strength in your legs and with practiced precision, you kicked back with both feet into his stomach; aiming your heels up into his ribcage.

You heard a gasp and the grasp on your ears was released. Quickly, to not lose the advantage, you grabbed his head with you hands and brought his face home over your knee. There was a satisfying smack and he was out cold.

               You wobble and lean against the metal behind you as high and low cheers drift through your ears. The cheers started turning into the screams of animals as the crowd begins to shift into their animal counterparts.

“This is the police! Stay where you are!” someone calls over a loudspeaker once the music is switched off.

“Shit”, you swear as you turn around to get someone’s attention to let you out of the cage. Unfortunately for you, all you see are the lights of a flashlight in your face. Panicked, you shift into your small animal form and squeeze through a gap in the bottom, sidestepping the police officer who didn’t expect you to shift into an animal so small.

You run around and manage to hop onto the back of a cheetah hybrid and ride them through the throngs of people and animals to the back door of the ring. Once you were outside, you hopped off and swiftly followed your nose towards the nearest park you could sense. You cursed your fur being such a light colour as you hurried to find a hiding spot.

Sensing heavy feet coming towards you, your animal instincts cause you to freeze in the gutter you were currently in. You hope the darker parts of your face would be enough to hide without being seen.

“Namjoon, what is it?” you hear a low voice say.

“I smell blood.” Another voice replies.

You assumed that was the voice belonging to the heavy pair of feet that set off your instincts before. You realised why your instincts had taken over – they were a hybrid as well and an alpha.

“We’re at a fighting ring, that shouldn’t come as a surprise”

“No, this is a lot stronger. Whoever it belongs to, they need help”

Crap! You thought. You had totally forgot that the blood would give you away. However, you couldn’t make your body move to hide further into the sewers.

“Hello? Who’s there?” the same voice says before continuing, “I know you don’t want to get caught but you need medical help.”

You watched as the black shoes of the hybrid came closer and closer to your hiding spot. They gently stopped at the entrance of the gutter and you heard the hybrid take a couple sniffs of the air.

“You’re a female omega with no scent blockers in a fighting ring?” the voice sounded surprised.

Slowly, the figure bent down to meet your small animal eyes glowing back at him. You recognised the hybrid as the one accompanying the old man from the train.

“I’m going to get you out of there ok?”

His hands were surprisingly soft as he picked you up with a gentleness you hadn’t felt before from another hybrid. Your body slightly relaxed in his grip as he lent you against his chest. You realised you could run away now, however, there was a peculiar feeling that came over you that made you stay put.

“She’s a little thing isn’t she; can she shift back?” The older gentleman asked.

“No, it would be dangerous here. When we’re in our animal forms we heal faster.”

“Ok, well the other guys will handle the rest, you should get her to the hospital. Don’t forget to put her in the cage though, even if she is injured. I doubt she wants to be arrested”

Your whole body vibrated as the dog hybrid growled at the statement, although very softly.

“I’ll keep holding her. We don’t know where all the blood is coming from, so I’ll keep pressure on her sides.” He defended. It was like he knew you had given up and wasn’t planning on trying to escape.

You all had made it back to the front of the ring where there were multiple police cars with an ambulance only leaving the sound of its sirens to show that it used to be there. No others were in sight.

“Damn, we’ll have to take her in the cop car. Namjoon, sit in the back with her then.” The older man said

“She’ll stay still. Look she’s falling asleep. We need to go now.” Namjoon hurried to the back door of the sedan and got in.

The thought of him defending you made you all warm and as you got settled, the warmth of the car with Namjoon holding you, you fell asleep once again.

Masterlist ~ Next - II