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mindofharry · 4 years ago

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Motion sickness G.D

chapter 6.

in which julie realises she’s only with gray because of their kids.

chapter 1-5 can be found here!

fluff, angst, swearing and cheating. feedback is welcome as always!!

TW: some of the stuff mentioned in this series might trigger some people. please don’t read if you get triggered easily!

julie lay in bed that night, awake and alone. thinking of how wrong ethans lips felt on hers. But how good it felt, being wanted. no, it’s feel so fucking amazing to be kissed like that again. she used to kill for grayson to even look her way, to just breathe in her direction. and now it’s finally happening - with ethan, and julie couldn’t help the guilt crawling in her stomach. She knew what she was doing, they both did. So julie wondered why neither of them stopped. Ethans shirt was nearly off, until she remembered both of her boys were upstairs. fuck, she nearly had sex with their uncle, he “husbands” brother. She was such a bad person, julie thought. But was it so wrong, to want to feel like that again? to want to feel loved again?

she was overthinking again - her therapist said she needed to stop doing that. to just go with the flow more. she used to be like that, until she got married and had kids. julie needed routine, she always needed something to do to take her mind off the fact that her life was going to complete shit.

julie didn’t sleep at all the night, thinking about grayson, the divorce, ethan, the boys, the woman grayson decided to cheat with. was that woman ok? was she hurting too? or was she happy, happy that she finally had grayson to herself. happy that grayson no longer had to worry about kids and a wife. Julie wanted - no, needed some answers.

she picked up her phone, taking a the charger out and letting it drop to the floor. julie squinted at the light coming from her phone, the clock read 7:30. “fuck” she mumbled to herself, bringing down the brightness. julie opened graysons contact - which she just recently unblocked. yes, she’s petty, but she had a pretty good reason to be. ‘we need to talk some more. come by for lunch. julie x’

grayson smiled when he got the text. he used to love when she would put the little kiss after every text, sometimes she’d even leave him little notes in his coats or jean pocket. it was the highlight of his day. Grayson was currently staying in his old apartment, about 20 minutes away from julie and the boys. Julie and grayson used to come down here for anniversary’s or birthdays, or just some alone time. they hadn’t done it in awhile, he missed times like that. but grayson knew he only had himself to blame, but he was willing to try again. Even if julie wouldn’t take him back, he’d be a better dad.

he bit his lip, leaning on his elbow as he texted the message. ‘i’ll be there at 1:00 pm, cant wait, G :)’. Julie had seen the message and smiled to herself, things were going to get better, she’d focus on getting the divorce, taking care of herself and giving her boys the best childhood the could possibly ask for. She just needed answers, so she could fully move on. So she could finally be at peace.

And with that julie fell back asleep, with ease. she dreamt of a peaceful life, with no cheating, no kissing your “husbands” brother, no other woman. just pure bliss - but of course that didn’t last for long. sebastian came thundering in with alexander. “sebbie, lift me up” alexander whined, and sebastian laughed “no, you baby” he said cuddling into julie. julie heard everything, but god, she just wanted to ignore it and sleep even five minutes longer. “mama” alexander sobbed stomping his foot.

julie sighed sitting up in the bed, putting on a huge smile for her youngest boy. “no crying, honey. come cuddle with mommy” she cooed bringing him up to lay on her chest, he easily calmed down laying his head down in the crook of her neck, sucking on his thumb. sebastian climbed under the covers, playing with julie’s hands.

“you ready for school next week?” julie asked kissing sebastians forehead. he just shrugged “i guess.” he whispered snuggling into his mama more. “what’s wrong, bub” julie asked concerned, he was so excited last week, he couldn’t even keep still. “i’ll just miss you, mommy” sebastian said softly, making julie smile. “i’ll miss you too” she whispered kissing his temple.

soon enough it was time to get up and get ready, they had all stayed in bed as long as they possibly could. Well, julie needed to get the house cleaned before grayson got here, she didn’t want him picking anything out today - she really wasn’t in the mood. and alexander seemed to be a little sick, probably just a cold, but julie still felt bad for him nonetheless. he was exceptionally clinging, julie loved it when he was like this. but alexander was getting older and he talked a lot, even if he didn’t fully understand the words he was speaking. she couldn’t let him hear her and gray. but how was she going to put him to sleep, when all he did was scream when she put him down?

“hello?” grayson called out, the house was messy and the only thing he could hear was the tv coming from the sitting room. julie cursed to herself when she heard gray - turns out alexander has a fever and sebastian is in a mood. and julie is just so damn tired.

“i’m in here”

grayson walked down the hall, passing all the family photos. ones from christmas and halloween, his favourite time of year. the family went dressed as the addams family, luckily sebastian wanted to wednesday and he did a damn good job at it.

he walked into the sitting room and frowned at alexander. god, he looked sick. “he’s not well. the flu i think, some of his friends down the street from has it too. he’s passed out now, so hopefully he’ll sleep for awhile” julie sighed closing her eyes. “i’m sorry, i really wanted to talk, gray” she whispered rubbing her temples, her cold hands felts nice her throbbing head. “hey, it’s ok. i get it. let me take alexander, you go and relax for a bit.” grayson said smiling, julie bit her lip and started to overthink.

“don’t overthink it. i’m his dad, let me do my job”

those words replayed in julies mind, while having her bath. was he really going to try? she hoped so, for the sake of the boys. she just needed him to grow a pair, and be the father the boys need.

once she was relaxed enough and her headache had disappeared, she arrived downstairs to alexander speaking to his dad and sebastian pouting in the corner. “look who it is, baby” grayson cooed pointing at julie. “mama” both boys screached - alexander croaked more like.

she sat down pulling alexander on to her lap and letting sebastian cuddle into her side. “why are you pouting little man” you asked and sebastian shrugged. grayson grinned, standing up, and bringing sebastian up with him, making all of you laugh. “because you wanted to cuddle with papa, huh?” grayson asked placing sebastian on his shoulders spinning him around. you giggled, making alexander copy you, he sounded like a little mouse.

the look the boys had in their eyes, was something you never wanted to leave. grayson looked like your grayson, the grayson that laughed loudly, the grayson that let you climb all over him, the grayson that carried you everywhere. he looked like your husband again.

after some pizza and a little dance party between you and sebastian, the boys feel asleep for their lunch time nap, leaving you and grayson to your dreaded talk.

“i’m glad we’re talking again” grayson voiced taking a sip from his water, from dinner. julie nodded agreeing “i think we have to get along for this to work” she said smiling. “i just want to talk about a few things, that have been on my mind. before we properly separate” julie said and grayson sighed closing his eyes, before nodding “ask away”.

“why did you cheat on me?”

graysons eyes snapped up to julies , his mouth opening, but once again he couldn’t find the words. “i....i” he started looking down at his hands. “grayson. look at me. and tell me why you ruined our marriage” julie asked sternly, making him look up at her, again.

“i was depressed. needed something to make me feel young, and good about myself” he started, before julie interrupted “and i... we weren’t enough?”

“you want honest?”he asked and julies eyes filled with tears nodding “no, you weren’t. but julie, i wasn’t mentally there, i was off my rocker. i had no idea what was happening to me, and why i didn’t feel the same anymore. i was scared and i couldn’t find anyway to tell you. i knew you were tired too. and she was there, and she... didn’t know i was married. and it just happened” grayson said his voice cracking at the end. “do you want to know how long i knew?” she asked drying her tears. “1 year. 365 days” julie sobbed, making grayson tear up. god, he hated himself so much, for hurting her this bad. “i made up excuses for you for 1 year. i parented two kids by myself for about 6 months, while you were out living your best life” julie cried, slamming a hand to the table “god, i hated you so much. i hated that i still loved you and i hated how good you looked in that damn suit” she laughed quietly.

“i’m sorry, julie”

“i can’t forgive you, but i’m moving on. i’ll never forget what you did, and the boys will find out sooner or later. but i’m willing to play nice for their sake, ok?” julie said, moving her curls out of her wet, flushed face. grayson nodded, bringing a hand to his eye, rubbing away the tears.

“we should be able to get divorced sometime next year, which is a pain in the ass.” julie sniffled, itching her scalp.

“i want to be better, julie. i’m not seeing the girl anymore. she broke things off. i want to better for you and the boys. and me. i promise” he said grabbing her free hand. julie nodded placing a hand on his.

“please don’t break this promise. it’ll break me if you do”

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a-forgotten-spirit · 4 years ago

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Love Isn’t An Illusion (8)

Pairing: Todoroki x Bakugou, Todoroki X Reader x Bakugou, VERY SLOW BUILD

Summary: First day of training camp, chilling with Todoroki and falshing Bakugou

Words: +-6900

Warnings: fear of forgetting something, parents with tone, anxiety, showering, wet hair, sitting with Todoroki, skirts, nervousness, quirk getting taken away, fighting dirt monsters, flashing Bakugou, lack of eating, tiredness, swearing, yelling at Aizawa, angy, bath / hot spring, scars, nudity, Mineta (nothing happens it’s what he did in the show).

Tagged: @kittycatspervertedheart @lemorrite @gwendlynn @marleps @thicctati2 @saitamastamaticsoup @succulent-momma @aurorahoneybuns @imjusttireddudes @misconceptualised @ochabby @katsukisuwus @gayverlinq @star-witchs-blog @icyhotpie @kyrah-williams

A/N: I wrote this for the fans. I do not own My Hero academia or the characters, I don’t own most of the plot for this story, I had watched the show and re-written the dialogue and plot as if the reader was the main character. Everything is centred around the reader. Please comment, makes me happy. Ask if you wish to be tagged.

Masterlist

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

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Chapter 8

Waking up to the blaring sound of an alarm wasn’t the best but I could have woken up worse. Throwing my arm out of the warm soft covers I turned off the alarm and closed my eyes for a second sighing then throwing myself from the bed. I wasn’t a morning person, I never was and I never will be. I walked to my bathroom letting out another sigh as I removed my clothes placing them in the hamper before moving into the shower. It was warm and my muscles instantly began to relax, a week with my class non-stop. A whole week, this was going to be long but I knew I was going to have a lot of fun.

Washing my body and hair, I left the shower making sure to step on the rug and not the tiled floor having fallen far too many times to not be careful. I placed my hair in a towel cage. Flipping my head down, placing the towel over my head and twirling the fabric before flipping it back over my head. Hair drying and out of my face it’s was a win-win. I stretched and looked over my bag one last time making sure to pack the extra, extra charger for Todoroki.

I knew I had to get dressed but I just didn’t want to, I didn’t want to get dressed or move. I was tired and needed more sleep even though I had gotten more than the recommended amount. Shaking my head and slapping my face lightly I nodded and began to get ready.

I got dressed and was thankful for button shirts as my hair could stay in the towel and dry for a little while longer waiting until I took the towel off to throw on the jumper. I made sure to look at my bag again, I had everything I knew I had everything but the fear of forgetting something was a lot to take. I shook my head. I’m sure someone would let me borrow something if I desperately needed it. I wasn’t worried. I was excited. I moved to take my headphones off charge placing the charger in and then rolling my eyes making my way back into the bathroom and placing all my toiletries in the travel bag than in my bag. Now I was sure I was ready. I was confused about why we had to wear our uniforms but I didn’t question it.

I walked downstairs with my suitcase and then looked to my mum saying I was ready. It took more effort then I would ever admit to putting my suitcase in the car but that was for another time. Finally sitting down we began the drive to school.

“Message me on your way back, hopefully, we will be home but if not you can call Lacy” Lacy who was mums butler per se. I had never asked her for a thing but I might ask for a lift home after the camp. I nodded. “Do you have everything or do I need to stop” there was the tone I had been missing for the past couple days.

“I have everything” I nodded and then the car ride was silent. Driving in the parking lot I could see a bunch of my friends and the other class, I forgot they were coming. Getting out I moved to the boot and grabbed my suitcase. “Bye Mum” I called out from the boot and got a quick reply and then she was off. I walked over to the group and Aizawa began to talk, I made it just in time.

“Now that you are finished up your first semester at UA high. It’s time for summer vacation to finally begin” I was pulling at my hair still slightly damp from the shower I had taken that morning. It wasn’t dripping onto the jumper so I was happy with it. “However, don’t think these will be months of rest for you heroes in the making” why was he always so serious, it made me on edge and scared for whenever he spoke. “This camp will be to push you beyond your limits” I wanted to but in saying he already had with my exam but a swift bite of my lip and I was silenced. “You’re aiming to become plus ultra” then we were waiting to leave.

I sighed and felt my hair again, I hoped it would dry but I knew it was only bothering me because I was thinking about it. I stood with a few other people talking about my suitcase having been put on the bus by someone I had never seen before. I was excited and nervous all at once. I watched as Kaminari and Mina left the conversation to dance with a red-faced Uraraka clapping for camp. They all looked so excited.

“I heard some of class A has to take extra courses. Does that mean they failed the final exams, that would be so embarrassing? Especially because you are meant to be so much better than my class. All of you must be waddling in shame” the blonde boy from 1-B shouted his eyes wide and voice loud. I seriously didn’t like him, he really had a problem but he fell to the ground with one hit upside the head from Kendo and he was out. He didn’t like my class but...there was no but, he was just rude.

She picked him up with ease by his collar “Don’t mind him” he was then dragged towards the bus and I wondered how many hours a day he was knocked out on average I would be quite interested in the outcome.

“Oh the rest of class B” Midoriya smiled and I turned to see some familiar faces looking back at me. I couldn’t see any distaste or anger when I met their eyes so I didn’t look away but I was nervous.

“It’s nice to see you outside the sports festival” her eyes were so wide and she had this smirk on her face but from no one batting an eye I figured that was just her personality "I guess now we’re not technically rivals” I don’t think Monoma got that memo. I saw a few nods and I smiled to the class.

“Time to get on the bus” Kendo called out from the door, I wasn’t sure if she was the class Rep but I knew whatever she said everyone listened too. Like a big sister, though I liked it. The class had someone they trusted and always looked too. Everyone in class B began to board and I looked to my class if we were meant to follow.

Though my thoughts were short-lived “Attention Class A our bus is here” Iidas’ arms were moving frantically his face stern and serious. “Line up in seating order” we all boarded and I moved to where I was meant to be sitting down and then looking out the window.

“I am seated with you, I think” I turned to see Todoroki and then sat down with me next to him. The lords are blessing me once again. He was so graceful as he sat down, not even making a sound.

“I brought the charger” I smiled and he spoke a quick ‘thank you’ as he proceeded to explain he lost track of time with his Mum “Don’t mention it, I stress so I would have had a spare even if you didn’t ask me beforehand” I laughed and he smiled, it was so small but I caught it, or did I imagine it.

We began to drive off, I wondered how long a trip it would be to the destination “Listen up, you’ll be on this bus about an hour before our first stop” it seemed all my questions were having immediate responses today. “Make sure you stay focused” Aizawa was one of the most serious people I had ever met.

“Why aren’t we blasting some music” of course it was Kaminari to say something like that. I was laughing lightly at the comment. I looked behind Todoroki and I and saw Bakugou and Tokoyami then in front was Tsu and Uraraka.

“No one should be standing that is a safety hazard, please remain seated” A definitely standing and angry or more so worried Iida yelled. I don’t think one person cared for what Aizawa had said or they just chose to ignore it. “Do not open that window” I laughed again quietly.

The journey may have only been an hour but it was far too long for my back on the uncomfortable seats. I had filled the time talking to Todoroki, just about anything and everything. Showing him things on my phone and him doing the same. We talked and it felt so natural and easy to talk to him. We talked until we were told to get off where he moved to let me out first, I made sure to thank him. When getting off I held my skirt jumping down off the rather high last step of the bus and sighed out walking forward into the group then moving to stand with Todoroki again.

“Finally, I needed to get off that bus” I agreed with Kaminari, it was an hour but a long hour. I didn’t regret it though, I got to talk to Todoroki for an hour which was by far a bonus in my books. Mineta cried about having to go to the bathroom though from what I could see we were just on the side of the road.

“You didn’t think we stopped here so you could stretch your legs did you” I turned seeing Aizawa, hands in his pockets and leaning back in a lazy stance like he was built to just standstill. Mineta stood in front of him begging to be able to go to the bathroom.

Then the door to the mysterious random car opened “Hey Eraser” so they knew Aizawa and judging by his lack of care, we weren’t in danger. Aizawa bowed and commented that it had been quite a while since he had seen the person still in the car. Then two girls jumped out one wearing pink and the other blue. Dressed in cat costumes. “You’re feline fantasies are here”

“Purfectly cute and cat-like girls” I mean they weren’t wrong they did have the whole look going for them. I was confused, this is why we had stopped for a few girls to just jump around in front of us.

“You can call us the wild, wild pussy cats” they finished their little routine and posed with a smaller boy standing next to them. They sure were confident and loud, I’m sure Mic would get along with them quite well. Though the class stood in silence.

“These are the Pro heroes you’ll be working with for summer training camp” I didn’t doubt they were heroes but they did scare me. I wasn’t a fan of overly loud people… I was a fan of one overly loud person. They, on the other hand, were a bit too much for my liking.

“They are a four-person hero team that specialises in mountain rescues. The pussy cats were founded when we were kids” I saw the two women stumble at his words, they didn’t like their age being mentioned. “Like forever ago” another hit to the ego. “This marks their twelfth year working as-” Midoriya was fanboying again, eyes wide with a matching smile though he was cut off by a hand, paw, to the face.

“I’m pretty sure your mouth must be off” I was right, they were sensitive about their age. It was the blue one who had a problem and I stepped slightly closer to Todoroki being a little scared of the women. “I’m eighteen at heart” of course she was.

We all collectively bowed and said our Hellos as of Aizawa's request. I was confused about why we had stopped if they were going to be our guides for the next week. I didn’t understand why we couldn’t meet them at camp. Though I didn’t voice my questions opting for just standing with Todoroki.

“We own this whole stretch of land, everything you can see” I was impressed, to say the least, it was a lot of land they owned not to mention how dense the forest was. It was the pink one talking, she seemed kind and loving “The camp you're staying at is there, at the base of the mountain” her voice was so calm as she simply pointed out into the area she owned.

It was quite far, I tilted my head in confusion. Why were we here then? “Uh, why did we stop all the way up here instead?” Uraraka asked Tsu to turn to face her friend. She voiced all our thoughts and I was grateful not even wanting to speak with the blue cat still on a rampage.

“I’m afraid we both know the answer to that” was I missing something? Had I not read something or was I not listening? I looked around and saw a few people shaking their heads in disbelief.

“That can’t be right,” Sato said slowly his head shaking, what was I missing. I looked out, we were on the side of a mountain. What were we going to do from here? Like sure it was nice to see where we would be staying but weren’t we just wasting time.

“Ok, back on the bus” Sero whispered his voice shaky and nervous. “Let’s go” wait, no they couldn’t be serious. I was reading this wrong, I had to be. Sero slowly turned to the bus as did a few others as we all agreed.

“The current time is nine-thirty in the morning” why was she mentioning the time. I was losing my mind, this couldn’t be real right? I felt my heart speed, why was time mentioned. “If you’re fast about it, you might make it there by noon” she smiled her tail slowly waving behind her. They weren’t going to make us walk there, were they?

I watched as everyone began to run to the bus in a panic, I just stayed still. If they wanted this to happen, we weren’t getting a choice about it. Sure I was angry but a simple bridge to the camp, we’d be there within the hour. It was easy, annoying but easy nonetheless.

“Kitties that don’t make it there by twelve don’t get any lunch” she called out and I sighed looking to my fellow peers running, or at least making a break for the bus. I walked over a little more so I could see them.

“You should have guessed students” Aizawa began his voice monotone and easy to read, he didn’t care. He was changing his mind. “The training camp” the blue one dropped in front of the group a collective yell being heard. “Has already begun” just before anything happened I felt something clasp to my wrist. “You need to work on not having a quirk” I was confused and then I was being thrown off a mountain.

“I swear I’m going to kill you Aizawa” I screamed my body going flying through the air as I held my skirt down trying to have some form of decency why of course I wasn’t allowed my quirk, why would I? The teachers loved making my life difficult.

We were all falling, dirt coming with us, the blue one. The blue one could control dirt? Or at least something like that. I held down my skirt as I was falling, I couldn’t believe we had been thrown off a cliff. We all landed with a shout and some groans.

“Good news” I looked up at the pink cat, her smile genuine and wide as she leaned over the rails to view us. “This is private land so you can use your quirks as much as you want too” I stood quickly feeling rage boil inside me. “You have three full hours, you should be able to make it to the facility in that time” was she joking, was this some kind of sick joke? “That is if you can get through the beast forest” I walked over.

“What quirk” I yelled and held up my arm showing the bracelet “I don’t get my quirk, what kind of absolute bullshit is this'” I was furious. I didn’t like not having my quirk or at least being equal with my classmates. “Aizawa” I yelled and saw his face lean over, I dangled my arm in the air “Hello” I screamed.

“Your quirk would allow everyone to easily get through without so much as a thought. So I take the quirk you work on your physical abilities and the class gets to learn” he was smiling, I could hear the smirk in his voice as I steamed. Rage and anger boiling in my veins.

“No” I shook my head, “First the exam and now this. This isn’t fair” I yelled out, I knew my class was behind me. I knew they could see me losing my mind. I was so angry, why could I not just be treated like the rest of them.

“Your quirk is unfair” he shrugged...shrugged. He just shrugged it off! My hands were shaking as I had so many thoughts running through my head. I was so mad as I gripped my head in anger.

I didn’t answer turning and watched as Mineta ran into the woods, he needed a bathroom. Though with the sound of a growl I looked up seeing a forest monster of sorts, big root teeth and arms as thick as logs. I heard a few screams but I was running.

I was so angry that my quirk had been taken I jumped high into the air and growled as I came crashing down onto the creatures head my foot landing and splitting the wood and dirt. I landed and looked back up the teachers “Fuck your forest” I screamed and then I was off again walking deeper into the woods with the class following.

“Y/N are you ok” I turned to see Midoriya and I knew everyone was watching me as I continued to walk, my footfalls loud and deep. Anyone could see I was angry, I was so angry.

“Do I look ok” I glared at the green-headed teen and he shook his head “There’s your answer” I grit my teeth and clenched my fists. “I am going to destroy each and every one of these pathetic little monsters and then when I get to camp I am going to lose my shit” I finished. “These monsters are just dirt, the blues quirk” I added.

We walked through the woods and slowly more and more began to appear, the next one was flying. Of course, this was going to be difficult. Why wouldn’t it be? We were working together to kill as many as possible.

“Seven in total, they’re coming” Jiro called out as I jumped from tree to tree. I jumped onto a flying one, digging my hand into the wing and pulling back, breaking it. The beast began to fall as I jumped not being crushed with it. I walked over and slammed my foot down into the creature it didn’t get back up.

Sato and Kirishima beat one while Dark Shadow and Ojiro took down another one. Mineta was running as well but Kaminari had used far too much electricity and his brain short-circuiting due to the intensity. I ran and picked him up before he was hit again. Iida kicked one, how many of these things were there? I was running with Kaminari, he was quite light. Toru was good at luring the monsters to set locations so the others could attack. Mina throwing acid on the legs making them fall. I could have ended this fight so quickly but no I wasn’t allowed my quirk. I placed down Kaminari with Shoji and I was off again trying to pull off the bracelet, it didn’t work.

I was fighting one, my mind clear and body fast as I ran through the legs and jumped on it’s back running up the back “Bakugou” I called out and kicked the creatures head forward making the weak spot on top of the head seeable. A yell and an explosion the creature was pieces. I fell through the air holding my skirt as I landed. “No quirk no fucking pants” I cursed.

Momo had made a canon and was blasting the creature while Tsu and Uraraka were working together by just throwing them in the air with zero gravity and then making them crash into the ground harshly. I watched as Bakugou continued to explode things. He seemed very happy. I continued to run as one followed me. There were more than seven now, there had to be.

“Ojiro, Tokoyami '' I called out and then ducked skidding along with my knees beneath a large branch as the creature got caught and then was destroyed by the two of them. “Thanks,” I called out.

“No problem” I heard in response and I was off again, running and jumping through the tree and ground. Dodging the creatures moved and their domino effect in the forest. I had to not get hurt. My knees were covered in dirt and I was sure my clothes were too.

Todoroki and Bakugou were working together. Ice slid along the ground rising and covering the legs and torsos of the monster then while they were stopped Bakugou came in with devastating blows. Exploding the dirt and smoke being created. They were flawless, I ran past jumping up to land the final blow, a kick to the top of the head as my leg fell all the way through as I landed on the ground crouching. Then Todoroki and Bakugou were running with me.

There were so many of them. She could make them quickly I could at least give her that but by the time we thought we were almost to the camp the sun was setting. Anger was boiling through my body. I was covered in dirt. I was flung into the air with my ass on full display as I went to cover myself I was going to be hit but was caught by none other than Bakugou. Who had given me quite a bit of a tongue lashing with flushed cheeks?

When we saw the ‘clearing’ I was on a march. Half the people could barely stand, we were holding each other up. What kind of bullshit was this, on the first day? We hadn’t even made it to the camp! Todoroki was shivering, Bakugou holding his arm, Iida not even able to use one of his legs, Kaminari was out of power. Everyone was like this, I was tired, exhausted. I hadn’t been able to use my quirk which could have helped my friends.

“I hope you are happy” I called out anger dripping from my lips as I walked out of the treeline my peers following “Do you have any idea how hard that was with no quirk” I threw my hands out in anger. “But no, who cares about Y/N she’s so strong and can do it” I made a digging motion with one hand. “Take this stupid bracelet off me this second” I was in front of Aizawa now.

“You said that would only take like three hours” Sero gasped out. He was right, they had said that. Aizawa moved forward to unlock the bracelet, he was smirking at me. I was so mad.

“I guessed we based it on how long it would take us, sorry” that’s all we got. A weak apology and a smile. We had fought our guts out and all we got was a sorry. I was shaking as Aizawa finally managed to get the bracelet off me.

“You were too strong for this exercise. Your peers need to catch up” I understood why he did it but it was unfair to throw me into a beast infested forest with no quirk and no heads up. I walked away back to the group rubbing my wrist.

“I thought it would take you kids even longer” it was the blue one, her paws over her mouth. It was her quirk we were fighting, a good quirk but I wanted to throw her off a cliff. “But you did a lot better against my dirt monsters then I thought you would” she smiled her voice light and high pitched, she had to be kidding? Was she doing this now, while we were all on the verge of collapsing? “You guys were seriously great, especially the five of you” she pointed to Iida, Mirdoriya, Todoroki, Bakugou and I. “It seems like you’ve had quite a bit of experience and the girl. Even without a quirk you still did some damage” Some? I did quite a bit of damage, I had my quirk back. I could do a lot more. "I call dibs on these kittens. I’ll groom them myself"

She came lunging at us and I simply put her in a box “I’m fine, thank you” I whispered out and raised my hand into the sky as the box began to float. I could feel her trying to get out “Much better” I sighed.

Midoriya pointed out the little boy that had been with the two women all day, I had noticed him but didn’t care for children. I hated children, disgusting little things. “Oh he’s my cousin's son, he just lives with us now. Don’t be shy Kota, say hi to everyone. You’re going to be around them for the next week”

“Y/N let her go” I sighed and dropped her from the sky, her tail spiked and she landed looking back to me with a scowl I glared back uninterested. Midoriya walked over to the small boy who seemed rather angry at the world.

“Hi, my name is Midoriya.” Why was he trying to make friends with the child? I grimaced and a shiver ran through my body at the mere thought of talking to a child. “I’m from the UA highschool hero course, it’s nice to meet you” his hand was outstretched but Midoriya wasn’t met with a light or gentle handshake but a hard and powerful punch to his lower regions. He fell. I think I saw his soul leave him.

Iida was running over within a second “What a low blow” I laughed silently, he wasn’t wrong. The blow was quite low. Iida managed to catch the falling boy in his arms “You fiend of a child” just another thing to add to the list of why I hated children. “A punch to the scrotum is unforgivable” I could imagine.

“The last thing I want is to hang with some wannabe heroes” my face fell, he seemed to be angry. Teeth grit and eyes flared. Something had happened, no one hated with so much passion for no reason.

“I can put him in a box” I swirled my hand mist falling from my skin like ink onto the ground. I had no shame just locking him inside a little endless prison for a few hours, days.

“No” I heard Aizawa and let my quirk fade “We are not doing that” I could hear Iida still yelling as I sighed and looked away shrugged. “He’s just a kid” I didn’t care if he was eighty or eight he was being rude.

“That brats got spunk” Bakugou smiled to the little human as I shook my head. He seems too proud of the little boy, I looked to the fallen Midoriya and realised this little kid was probably his favourite person right now.

“He’s like a mini version of you” I turned to hear Todoroki, he had a point though. The kid did act like Bakugou in a way, a more immature Bakugou. I wondered what the two of them were like as kids. Would we have gotten along? They were the only children I would have been able to handle.

“What are you talking about” Todoroki has made him mad again, Bakugou was storming over to the duel haired hero in training with a bounce in his step, a bounce ready to crush the other's skull. “Shut your mouth before I blast you all the way to hell” he was offended but if he liked the child I didn’t see why he was acting this way, I thought it could have been a compliment.

“Yeah sure” Todoroki had simply stated as I walked over and pushed them away from each other with a shake of my head. It wasn’t worth it, not while we were all so tired. Also, I didn’t care for their little conversation about the kid, he was a rude little shit. I only had room for one in my life and that position was filled.

“Enough playing around, get your stuff off the bus” they hadn’t even done us the courtesy of taking our things in. They had plenty of time to do it. “Once your bags are in your rooms, we will have dinner in the cafeteria. After that, you can bathe and sleep” the last two options were looking appealing right now. I would happily skip dinner to bathe now and sleep. “Tomorrow your training starts in earnest, better get a move on”

We all walked towards the bus and I could see everyone struggling. I did love my class and they had helped me out all day. I walked in front of them all bending down to open the hatch. “Thank you for helping me today” I whispered and I made a little illusion for everyone. Getting all their bags “You just have to get the copy to your rooms”

“Thank you” I was engulfed in a hug by Mina who was crying and rubbing her face into my shoulder in thanks. I pet her hand as an illusion walked over and helped her in ‘my’ arms as she cried.

“Y/N you are honestly a goddess” Kirishima bowed and I flushed waving my hand in dismissal. I was just doing something nice, they deserved it after today and these illusions took next to no effort for me. They were easy, I had been making them since I was a young one.

“It’s thanks for dealing with me being in a bad mood all day” I looked up and could see the thankful looks from everyone as a copy followed them holding their things as we walked into the building. I saw the boys sigh in defeat as we got to the crossroads “The illusion will stay, no need to worry” then the sighs of relief.

Placing everyone's things in the room the illusion would bow and then fall into mist as I helped the girls move their things into their rooms and places they wanted them. I was thanked the whole time and waved it off. Making our way to the cafeteria we all sat down and said our thanks and began to eat. It was good, more than good. It was perfect.

I ate slowly not having much of an appetite from the exams, I sat next to Bakugou or more so Bakugou had taken the seat next to me. I smiled that he wanted to sit with me. My other side was then occupied by Todoroki who was more than interested in the food. I saw Kirishima just shovelling rice into his mouth, he wasn’t chewing, I watched more. Not chewing, there was no way.

Bakugou was doing the same and Todoroki was following, slower but just as eager. I ate slowly not eating too much, just enough to fill me. I knew I was getting a few looks but I didn’t care. The beef was nice and had a nice seasoning. I grabbed another piece of a plate and within one bite I moved to pick up the little plate and put it in front of Bakugou who took a piece and then took the plate. It was spicy.

“This is amazing” he nodded and added it into his rice, no one else was eating it so I’m sure he could eat the rest of it with no issues. I turned and saw Todoroki looking for the water with his glass in hand and a jug was placed in front of him the illusion falling from stealing it from another table.

“Thank you” he whispered and drank down his water, sighing out happily in contempt. I had finished eating and offered my leftover rice to the still eating Bakugou who didn’t hesitate to take the bowl and continue eating.

Once everyone was done it was time for the bath, I was more than excited to sit and soak in a nice hot bath. I was walking slowly my head lolling to the side as I walked with the girls. Once in the room I grabbed anything I would or could need and I was off to the bath. I walked in happily my head beginning to clear with all the steam.

Everyone was getting undressed as I looked down, I had never been one to get nude in front of people, sure I had been in changing rooms but never fully naked, I took to the stalls most of the time. I set up an illusion to cover myself as I walked out of the bath. I could see the confused faces but no one said anything. Stepping into the bath, so hot and sending a nice shiver up my body. I dropped into the water, it came up to my waist, I walked forward and let the water slowly rise to my chest. The rest of the girls came in and we all sat around a rock. I lowered myself so only my head was out of the water and let the illusion fade the water full of different healing properties making it not clear.

“This feels amazing” Mina called out her voice happy as she moved to sit on the rock we were all crowded around. I nodded in agreement, the hot spring was lovely and just what my muscles desired after the day I had had.

“You are to stop this at once Mineta. What you are doing is demeaning for both the girls and yourself” we all went silent at the loud voice of our class Rep and the seemingly hurried aquatic steps. What was going on over there? “It’s shameful behaviour” then it registered, Mineta was being a pervert as per usual. Why was he allowed within a hundred metres of any female I wasn’t sure.

I wasn’t sure what Mineta had responded but judging by the loud bangs slowly going up the wall, he was climbing. How in the fuck was he climbing a straight wall? His quirk, I shivered. They were getting closer and none of the girls seemed to be able to move.

“Get down here this instant” Iida once more, so he was climbing. I stood from the bath and sighed. I was tired, putting up my hands slowly I rose a wall around us. Mineta couldn’t look in.

“He needs to find a hobby” I whispered and dropped back into the water as the rest of the girls looked over. I could see a few of them eyeing my shoulder. I froze and then an illusion went over the scar, it was fine. They’d think it was a mistake.

“Before you become a hero, you should learn how to be a good human” I looked up and saw Kota at the top of the wall separating the girls and boys bathing areas. I let the illusion of us fall, as he pushed Mineta off the wall with a slap of his hand.

“I’ll get you for this” Mineta yelled and then there was a scream, I think he landed on someone. I sighed and sunk lower into the pool. This was a lot for my mental capacity to take right now. Why was he in the hero course?

“Mineta is the worst isn’t he” Tsu croaked out in a quick reply. I nodded into the water not wanting to verbally respond like a few other of the girls did. I still wasn’t a fan of the child but I inwardly thanked him for being there.

“Thanks so much, Kota-babe” Mina called out her arms rising to put thumbs up at the kid as she sat on the rock. We were all standing together and I watched as Mina smiled in thanks. “We owe you one” I didn’t owe him anything but I was thankful for him.

He turned and looked at us and within a split second, he was falling off the top of the wall. I sighed, I was sure one of the boys was going to catch him. Perhaps he had a quirk of his own.

“Lookout” I could hear the child being caught, I was right and it was none other than the green-headed Midoriya. See, the child was fine without my help. I just wanted to soak and then go to sleep.

We soaked for a while longer and then it was time to leave and head to bed. As I walked out of the bath I covered myself in mist and made my way into the building to grab my full body towel. Covering myself I sighed out and grabbed my things as I made my way back to the room. I could have gotten dressed there but I wanted to change in the comfort of my room or at least the shared room.

I walked down the hall and then into the room, opening my suitcase to grab my clothes and walked into the bathroom. I dried myself and got dressed, I was running on instinct and willpower at this point. Grabbing I pulled down the jumper over my pants and looked in the mirror. I wished I grabbed Bakugous, his jumper was a lot warmer than this one. I left the bathroom and got my bed ready for the night. The other girls were talking and having fun as I brought out all my chargers moving over to the wall to plug them in and remembered I hadn’t given Todoroki his charger.

“Hey guys” I called out and the conversation stopped as I bent down to retrieve the charger I had packed for him “I’m just going to give Todoroki a charger he asked me to bring for him” I stood my eyes falling and tired “If I’m not back in twenty” I paused and shook my head “Come save me from Mineta”

“You got it” Mina replied and a few others nodded with smiles as I did too. “We will come and find you” she put up her thumbs and bounced on her bed happily.

I bent down and got the PowerPoint I had bought and walked over handing it to the girls “Also I bought a PowerPoint so all of us could charge our phones. I didn’t expect there to be a lot of power points” I could see the love blossom in their eyes as I smiled and then left as I heard a chorus of thanks.

I walked through the building making my way to the boys' rooms. It wasn’t too late but I was on the verge of passing out as I'm sure many of them were too. It was an easy find and I could hear some chatter. I walked up to the door and knocked lightly thrice all conversation stopped.

“I’ll get it” Kirishima, he was always first to volunteer. I loved that we got along and that he was my friend. I heard quickened footfalls as the door was open and his face fell into one of confusion “Oh hey Y/N” he grew awkward “I thought you were Aizawa” I laughed as he moved from the doorway “Come in, how can we help you”

Everyone was looking at me in my large jumper, short shorts and shin-high dinosaur socks I flushed and looked away shaking my hands “Oh no, I’m just here for Todoroki” that sounded weird. I looked over and now all the boys were looking to the duel haired male who was rolling out his bed. “I brought the charger you texted about” I held up the cord and he was walking over.

“Oh, I forgot, thank you” his voice was smooth as I held out the cord “I could have gotten it in the morning” he answered, I shrugged and tilted my head with a light shake my head. “Thank you again Y/N”

“No issues but I’m going to go before I pass out” I heard a few laughs as I turned to leave “Night boys” I called over my shoulder to the room full of my class.

“Goodnight” It was all over the place and different voices chirping in all at once but I closed the door and began the walk back to my room. I loved my class with all my heart, they were so amazing and I couldn't’ ask for anything better.

The walk was short and once I was back in my room I smiled at the jokes the girls were making that I arrived safely. Not too long after were we heading to bed. Lights out and chargers on we all laid down and I was out within seconds.

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Hi! I saw your hc of the brothers reacting to a mc playing the harp. Do you think you could do hc with an skilled painter mc too? I study art, but due to a depressive episode i stoped painting, i started painting again a few days ago and remembered how much i enjoy it. Maybe due to the studys of the devildom she didnt have time for a while? Its ok if you dont want to or feel uncomfortable:)

Sorry, it took forever but hopefully, this suffices. It’s the longest thing I have ever written for Obey Me (5.6k words) The picture that is included is drawn by me, which is a painting that is featured in Detroit Become Human. It was in chapter 6 for Marcus, and the painting is human- hope. So, yea I hope you all enjoy and it’s just as good as the harp fic I did.

This is also like how the brothers try to help you with depression too because I need it lol. The first half is them noticing that you aren’t doing art anymore then you randomly paint then its the brother’s reaction though I don’t know if their reaction is long enough.

I am behind on requests but feel free to send stuff, I��m doing online classes so I have more free time and on my computer constantly. I think I’m finally gonna catch up on everything.

Trigger Warning for Depression and not necessarily Eating Disorder Otherwise Nonspecific but MC struggles to eat while depressed.

Art was something you always did. It was started as an innocent hobby, then you started to doodle on your assignments and notes. If there were paper and pencil around, there was bound to be one of your drawings on it eventually. In high school, you decided to take Art as your elective of choice, and during that time you learn what your favorite medium was and what your art style is. You found out you like paints the most; acrylics were the easiest for you, it was the most forgiving of the paints, watercolor you loved but it took work and concentration to do, and oil paint you practiced loved to hate. Oil was always so hard to work with, at first you always overworked the paint and left it looking dull and sad looking, but you were determined to get it right. Your final project was a huge oil painting, you took your time to plan and layout that painting. The topic you chose was the fall of angels, which you didn’t know much about. You knew about the Celestial Realm and Devildom, everyone does but it’s not like humans can walk freely in either of the realms. You debated back and forth if you should do a generic angel or if you should have more fun with it and recapture the fall of a true angel. Your research led you to learn about six brothers that fell around the same time. You recognized the first name easily, Lucifer; he was prideful and what everyone refers to the most powerful demon. He fell from Heaven after he became so impressed with his own beauty, intelligence, power, and position that he began to desire for himself the honor and glory that belonged to God alone. This pride represents the actual beginning of sin in the universe—preceding the fall of the human Adam by an indeterminate time. The other names, Mammon, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor didn’t seem to ring any bells, but you took the time to try and research each on. You decided to capture all their falls in one painting, they fell in the order of power. Lucifer would be the furthest one down the canvas and that’s why Belphegor would be at the top still within the clouds. The painting ended up looking amazing and still hangs on the wall in your living room, it was the first decoration piece you ever put up.

Fast forward to when you were whisked away to Devildom to be an exchange student. They were nice enough to give you time to pack things, only 15 minutes to pack a year's worth of things. You grabbed random clothes and stuffed them in a bag, you grabbed your favorite stuff animal and went immediately went to your desk where you kept all your painting supplies. You made sure to grab as many different colors as possible, all different brush sizes and your two sketches that could handle the paint medium. You decided to grab your phone and its charger though you knew it probably wouldn’t work in Devildom. With one last glance around your house, you paused and looked at the oil painting before telling the demon that you were ready to start this adventure.

Much to your surprise, you were met with faces that were familiar. Though it wasn’t because you had met them before rather it was because you studied their faces and bodies to paint them. You were flushed the whole time they introduced themselves and was even more flustered when you realized you would be living with them for the next year. If they noticed, they didn’t say much about it. You knew they noticed your stares though. You were studying their faces, trying to recall if you captured them right, if your references were accurate or not.

You tried to do some form of art every day, from doodles or painting. Usually, you would sketch something during your breaks and paint them once you were back at the House of Lamentation. The brothers knew you painted but you always requested to be left alone. This was the time you played the music you wanted and get lost in the brush strokes. It was your stress release, something you found joy in, the way you reconnected with your body.

But within a month of being an exchange student, your RAD work piled up and instead of sketching during breaks you had to start studying and doing work to ensure you stayed on top of everything. The mix of stress and not taking care of yourself led you down a spiraling depression. You gave up painting and daily self-care was sparse and very little. You stayed up late and woke up early to get as much work done as possible, food was on the small side and on the go food.

You had gone shopping with Asmodeus and grabbed canvases, the now gathered dust in the corner of your room. Somewhere still blank and others left unfinished, but you could never push yourself to pick up your paintbrushes. Sometimes you would pull out all your material and just sit and stare at the canvas until you gave up and left it alone. Soon the brothers decided to make a schedule so that you never alone and offer you different types of support that were unique to them. They never pushed you to pick up painting again, though they tried to encourage it and encourage you to take care of yourself.

Lucifer:

Lucifer noticed how your habits changed, while he never saw your finished art pieces, he saw bits and pieces. He noticed that you like to draw what was around you, he had seen you draw the RAD, the House of Lamentation, and even sketches of his brothers and himself. When you stopped drawing in the morning, he just figured you weren’t as inspired, but then the dark circles under your eyes formed, skipping meals or eating too little, and how you sometimes drifted in class.

He thought it should be his job to help you, but he didn’t know how. For the first time in centuries, he felt powerless. He decided whenever you skipped meals, he would find ways to get you to eat. In the morning if you skipped breakfast, he grabbed a fruit and a granola bar to hand to you. Or when you skipped dinner, he brought the food to wherever you were studying. He made the time to sit with you, while you ate, bringing work of his own to do. He would try to brush off as he simply wanted to work in a different area when in reality, he wanted to make sure you ate.

Finally, Lucifer would ask if you had drawn or painted recently. Your grimace told him everything, “No, I haven’t been inspired recently,” you shrugged it off hoping he would drop it. But instead, he poked and tried to get more information from you. You broke after a while spilling all the struggles you have been facing and how the stress-induced depression, you assured him you been through it before and you would be fine but right now it just felt like loneliness and darkness.

While Lucifer didn’t show it, it broke his heart to hear you say that. He figured you were stressed, and you seemed down, but he didn’t know it was too this magnitude. He did his best to support and encourage you in any way he could, hoping that it would help somehow. He offered to tutor you and help you with homework in hopes to lighten your load. He knew he should tell Diavolo, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. This felt too intimate to disclose to him, he felt happy and privileged that you shared it with him, and he didn’t want to break that. At least you were talking to someone.

Mammon:

Mammon was oblivious to how your schedule and habits changed. It wasn’t until Beelz mentioned that he hadn’t seen you eat yet today during lunch. Then it clicked how he hadn’t seen you as much or rather how he had to seek you out constantly to get the attention he deserved from you.

He started to pay more attention to you and something seemed missing from your stack of books but could never place it until he came to your room and say your sketchbook on the floor under all your books. It clicks he doesn’t remember the last time he saw you drawing or doodling.

He then noticed your tired eyes, your slow-moving, and you did skip a lot of meals or at very little. He totally increased how much he spent with you, even when you claimed to have too much work to do. He would simply sit at your feet and lean against you. You would occasionally drop your hand down and play with his hair. You noticed the increase of affection and time he spent with you and at first, you were annoyed with it but soon you enjoyed the quiet company. Once Mammon saw you were happy to have him around, he started talking to you about his random schemes; which never failed to make you smile and laugh. He soon made it his goal to make sure you were always laughing and smiling, he never wanted it to stop.

You didn’t disclose everything to Mammon, but you talked about your feelings to him. In some ways it was hard not too, having him so close but you couldn’t help but feel vulnerable. He comforted you to the best of his ability, sometimes he said the wrong things, but he tried and attempted to fix it.

He would surprise you with small gifts, one day at lunch he managed to get a yakisoba bread and you were surprised when he offered you the whole thing instead of just wanting to split it. You offered to split it with him and you wouldn’t take no for an answer. You both ate you halves outside, and you couldn’t help but cuddle up against him. When you finished your food, you gave Mammon a peak of the cheek. He flushed immediately and you hooked your arms together and walked to class with him. Needless to say, he bragged about it to the brother’s group chat and he was made fun of because of how he blushed for the rest of the day.

Leviathan:

Noticed the symptoms immediately, he had been through similar things. That there were times he stopped video games and anime or stopped finding the enjoyment from it. Though because he was constantly in his room, no one would notice.

He simply offered you silent support, making sure you were never alone or in one place for too long. He would try to drag you away for a quick game or anime or watch him play a game. You finally asked why he was spending more time with you and he would bashfully say while he didn’t know how you felt, he felt like he had been through similar things. It broke your heart to hear that and you pulled him into a tight hug. Later that night, you went to his room bringing tea for both of you and you both stayed up way too late talking to each other. It seemed like talking about it help life some of the pressure off you.

He said his door was always open to you, and while you didn’t always take him up on it, you occasionally when to study and watch him play whatever game he was currently playing. It was nice to have his company, even if you didn’t talk, it was comforting to be in the company that understood your feelings.

During class, he sat to your left while Beelz sat to your right. Levi made sure to nudge you if your attention seemed to diverge from the lecture and always offer you his notes if you missed anything. He also showed you places to hide in RAD, if you wanted to hide during lunch but his only request was you took food and ate it. He said he would prefer to hang out as well but respected your privacy if you truly wanted to be alone.

Would try and encourage you to paint or draw again. Asking you to draw him some character from his games or anime. You occasionally you would indulge in drawing whatever he wanted. Overall, Levi was your quiet support and you were grateful for it, to be able to sit in quiet and not to be asked what is wrong or must talk was a perfect escape sometimes.

Satan:

He was worried about you, he offered to take you to the library for a new place to study. He would read your textbooks to you. He would read it whether you were in his room, the library, or curled up on his bed. Though most times if he read to you on his bed, you would drift off to sleep listening to his voice. He would always smile whenever you managed to fall asleep, it comforted him that he was able to help you fall asleep.

Satan would find books about depression, but he was uncertain because it sounded to clinically and he doubted that it was really like how the book described. Though he continued to research, trying to find out ways to support you. Online forums and talking to the brothers about the things they were doing and what seemed to help you.

He would stumble sometimes but you couldn’t help but feel touched he tried so hard. When you say the help guide and books he had, you cried. You couldn’t believe someone would care this much about you and want to help you. He was there to comfort you and once you calmed down you thanked him and laugh, “I was wondering why your actions seemed straight from a self-help book, Thank you,” you kissed him on the cheek and gave up studying for the day to hang out and cuddle with him. He would ask what he could do to help, what things he did that helped or hurt you. You would drift off to sleep with a smile on your face.

When you weren’t reading together and Satan would play drama, especially Korean Dramas, something you introduced to him. He would play your favorite one, the one you have already watched together and that you have seen a million times, but still loved it and reacted to the story every time. Sometimes Satan would quote the show and act dramatically to make you smile and laugh.

But there were hard times with Satan, he was the Avatar of Wrath, after all, he would get annoyed at the situation, but never at you. He always made sure that you knew that, though occasionally he would say something that he would immediately apologize for it. He tells you; he feels worthless and helpless. He wanted to help you and make it all better, but he knew that isn’t how it works.

Asmodeus:

Much like Mammon, offered you comfort and affection. Whisking you away to get the newest coffee or tea at the café, shopping, bubble baths, and doing skincare with him. While you tried to protest, he was consistent, and most times was a success. He starts to offer to go the café to study for a change of scenery, offering to quiz you while you took the bubble bath, or doing face masks that you could put on and study for a bit while it dried.

“Stress isn’t good for your skin. Neither is not sleeping,” Asmodeus would tell you pointedly.

Never directly asked what was wrong, but constantly reminded you he was there for you if you ever needed him or wanted to talk. While you didn’t to it often, instead of talking to him you would seek him out to cuddle and of course, he never denied it. It was a guaranteed break for you and most times you fell asleep.

Whenever he took you shopping, he would drag you to the art store encouraging to buy art supplies, he ended up buying you new paintbrushes, paint, and canvas. Telling you there wasn’t any rush to paint anything, but it would just be there in case you hit inspiration. He would always joke that you could paint him or “paint him like a French girl,” and would flash you a cheeky grin. You would laugh and shove his shoulder.

Sat behind you in most of your class and whenever he had the change, he would give you affection. He would pass you notes constantly, sometimes it was drawings of his own. Sometimes they were beautiful and amazing other times he drew funny sketches. You quickly found out who drew Lucifer riding the unicorn and Diavolo in the dress. The funny sketches also included exaggerated drawings of the teachers or his brothers, which was so hard not to laugh in class so you could only turn around and glare at him, that didn’t last long before you broke out into a smile and shook your head at him.

Beelzebub:

Noticed you lack interest of food and lack of eating immediately. Was constantly bring you snacks and sharing them with you. He sometimes was sneaky with it, dropping it off fruit slices and sitting it beside you and leaving. Then coming back later to see the empty plate and he was beaming. Would study with you and sat near you in class, whenever he pulled out a snack, he would set it in between you, in hopes you would snack on his food.

Whenever it was his turn to cook, he would find out your favorite comfort food; whether it was something from Devildom or Human food. Trying to make sure the food was as appetizing as possible and mouth-watering in hopes to entice you.

Would always be proud whenever you ate and encouraged yourself to be a glutton sometimes. Beelzebub was also your teddy bear, always down to engulf you in a hug and study with you occasionally. He would also tell you stories and memories about Lilith, times in the Celestial Realm, or random memories that were simply used as a distraction or calm you down when you got too tense about your schoolwork.

Beelzebub would also be the one that read you bedtime stories when you couldn’t sleep, it always made you laugh. He would do the voices and everything, as you cuddle against him. It became a normal thing to wake up to see Beelzebub leaning against you bed, he would admit he was checking on you during the middle of the night and decided to stay just in case you needed him.

He always checked up on you and while he was the Avatar of Gluttony, he indulged you in other things than food. He gave you a lot of praise and even small trinkets he found while he was out shopping.

He was just always there for you and he had his alerts on specifically for you. He would always reply with lightning speed. He was also the one that came up with the idea to not let you be alone too long and create the shifts between the brothers. While it was annoying in some ways you couldn’t help but feel touched by their efforts

Belphegor:

Consistently offered and told you take a break and naps. He would drag you to the planetarium to study and while he offered to study with you, he would end up dozing off at some point. It always made you smile. You would go snag his blanket and tuck him in.

He would constantly wrap you up in blankets and cling to you like a koala, trying to make sure you were as comfortable as possible as you study. He even would offer you to use his pillow that he carried around. While you were hesitant, but you adored how Belphegor smelled and often found comfort in that. He would be able to help you learn about the stars and constellations. He could talk forever about it and often did. He knew all the stories behind them, what they looked like and could point them out.

Sometimes you would count the stars with him to fall asleep. Belphegor was known to tuck you in, he would kiss you on your forehead and whenever he found you asleep, he would join you. It was the simple things that made you feel a little better and loved. Never forced you to talk about anything, but whenever he noticed you were staring off into space, he would begin to ramble about everything and anything. Trying to ground you and bring you back to the present.

He knew where to find you whenever you couldn’t sleep, and you weren’t in your room and he told the other brothers but always told them he would go and comfort and hang out with you. You were in the planetarium, it where he went when he couldn’t sleep or felt restless. He would sit beside you and sit in silence, he usually had a blanket to drape over the both of you. You would lean again him and rest his head on your shoulder, bringing in his smell and feel some of your tensions melt away.

Finally, one random day, you had inspiration hit you. Asmodeus had bought you a canvas and it was huge, and you knew the painting had to be just right. You decided to paint it outside, thinking maybe getting some vitamin D would help as well. You gathered your art stuff before you headed out. You ran into Satan as you made your way outside, you flashed him a shy smile and he offered to help you carry out your things. You were in the garden and you slowly set up; Satan helped you set up before disappearing. You grabbed your pencil and started to sketch out your painting. You heard someone approaching you and it was Satan though he was carrying a book before finding a place to sit near you in the shade. You gave him a soft smile before you went back to work. Before you knew it, you were loaded up your pallet with all different colors and started to paint. You allowed yourself to get lost in the painting. Letting your mind go blank and allowing your hand to take over the paint strokes. You didn’t notice the crowd that gathered behind you, you were completely lost in the joy of the painting. Your smile only continued to go the more and more you painted, you remembered how much you loved painting; the tension in your shoulders started to release and you felt renewed. Once you were finished you stepped back to see the painting in the full picture. You looked behind you to see all the brothers behind you, looking at your painting.

“It’s beautiful,” Satan said setting his book down and the other brothers nodded in agreement.

“Thank you… for everything,” you started and continued when you saw the brothers confused looks, “For supporting me and reminding me to take care of myself,” you flashed all of them a small smile.

“It’s inspired by all of you. That you reached out to me and reminded me of the hope that it gets better, even if it takes a while or doesn’t feel like it ever would.” All the brothers looked touched, but your words and it was Beelz that pulled you into a hug first. Soon you were getting hugs from all the brothers except Lucifer who gave a nod, you knew that later in private you would get a quick hug from him later.

Lucifer:

Lucifer had a sense of pride in seeing you paint again. Seeing you so engrossed in your work and how confidently your paint strokes were. He loved watching how the colors swirled together and how the painting slowly came to life. He realized he could watch you paint all day; he would later ask if you were willing to paint him something for his office. He would let you in his office and look around to get an idea of the mood of the room and how much space you had to work with. When you finished the painting, Lucifer hung it up almost immediately. He whenever he was stressed and tense, he would find himself looking at it, following the swirls of the colors to calm himself.

He also adored to indulge you in more expensive paints, which always took your breath away. He would allow you in his office to paint if you wanted. Most times Lucifer was working on papers, but occasionally he would play the piano, soft melodies that were soothing. It became a tradition that once a week, you would go to his office to paint or draw. Asking his opinions on sketches and if you should follow through with them or change it up.

Mammon:

He was taken back by how beautiful you looked as you painted. You were so carefree and happy; it took his breath away. He watched how your body moved as you painted, how smooth and elegant it looked. It was angelic, he was the only brother that dared to approach you; he would sit down on the grass and watch you.

He never formally requested any paintings from you, but you ended up painting him something anyway. You bought a copy of the magazine he was on the cover of and recreated it for him to hang up in his room. He was speechless when you gave it to him, you decided to do it more of an abstract with lots of colors. He hung it up on his wall and whenever he looked at it, he would smile and blush, it seemed so intimate that you painted him. That you probably spend a lot of time looking at his face to recreate it. He was greedy and craved watching you paint; for some reason, it was soothing for him and it made you happy so in turn, it made him happy.

Leviathan:

He watched in amazement, seeing you so shy and in a shy to being confident and standing tall. HE was in awe; his mouth fell open at some point. He felt like a child again, recalling how he has memories of having similar reactions when Lucifer did things. He followed you paint strokes, watching the painting come to life. When you turned around, he gave you the biggest smile, he was so happy to see you so passionate and happy with your work.

Even though the memory of being chased by Henry 1.0 was fresh in your mind, you decided to recapture him for Levi. So he could always have him hanging in his room. Levi was speechless when he saw it, he would whisper thank you to you. His smile made it so worth it.

Satan:

He found it super important to text his brothers that you were painting in the garden or about to start. The chat blew up with excitement. He grabbed a random book; he had no intention to read the book, but he didn’t want you to think he was staring at you. He sat underneath the trees near you and opened the book and started to pretend to read. He was amazing and honored that he could watch the full process of watching your painting coming to life. From the rough sketch, then the base paint, and then watching you add more and more color. When he saw his brothers come out, he raised one finger to his lips, to ensure they stayed quiet.

He didn’t ask you to paint him anything but asked if he could watch you occasionally. Which you mostly agreed to, though with more intimate projects you would tell him next time. You ended up painting himself something anyways. It was an old-world map, Fra Mauro map. It was made in Italy and even included the Garden of Eden. When he first saw it, he was speechless, he was excited though. This painting would go so well in his room, it matches the old-world library setting he had in his room. He was even more excited because he has a book about old-world maps that Fra Mauro is featured in it. The hug he pulled you into took your breath away, but you felt so happy because of his reaction.

Asmodeus:

Asmodeus was excited to see you painting again. He would be lying if he said it wasn’t attractive to watch you get lost in your art. While he was watching you paint, he couldn’t stop thinking about what other things you could paint and wondered if you would be okay with painting him like a French girl. Soon he disregarded the thoughts and simply appreciate the art in front of him, though he decided that you were really the masterpiece here.

Instead of painting Asmodeus a picture on canvas, you asked him to take off his shirt and lay down on his bed. You had brought your paints and paint brushed, while he was confused, he complied.

“This is going to be cold, sorry,” you gave him a heads up before you painted the stroke on his back. Asmodeus love it, you were turning him into a piece of your art. It felt intimate and precious. Though it was cold, and he complained and shivered, he was excited to see the final product.

Once you were done, you took a picture of your painting on his and yours D.D.D. You told him you combined two of your favorite paintings by Vincent Van Gogh, Starry Night but instead of the yellow stars, it was Van Gogh’s sunflowers.

Beelzebub:

He was the most excited out of the brothers, he was so happy to see you painting again. Seeing it come to life right in front of him, gave him a new appreciation for art. He could have watched you paint forever, you looked so carefree and relaxed. He didn’t know how much he missed your smile. After you were done and the painting was dried, he would ask if he could trace the colors. He would pull you into a huge hug and spin you around, making you cling onto him and laughing.

Beelz would ask instead of painting him something if you could have a paint night with him. You decided to pull up a Bob Ross video and follow it together. The results were dramatic, yours look close to Ross’ but had your unique style, while Beelz tried his hardest and it did resemble the reference paint. You started to giggle at his painting and before you knew it, Beelz took his extra paint and flung it at you. You let out a shriek before joining in, in the end, you both ended up covered in paint and laughing at each other.

Belphegor:

Belphegor was napping when his D.D.D started going off like crazy, he was annoyed until he saw that it was about you were about to paint. It gave him a jolt of energy to rush out to the garden. He was the last brother to get there. Standing behind you, he watched how your brush danced across the page and how your body swayed. You seem in your element and lost in your work. It was so relaxing to watch you paint, how the colors swirled together and just seeing how relaxed and happy you were seemed to rub off on him.

You knew you didn’t have to paint Belphie anything, but you couldn’t help yourself. You knew exactly what you wanted to draw anyways. You set up in the Planetarium and went to work to capture the sky above you. Belphie ended up joining you, he grabbed his blanket and sat behind you before curling up and watching you paint. It wasn’t long before you heard his soft snores behind him. You chuckled at him before going back to work. When you were finished you saw he was still asleep, you couldn’t help yourself. You crept near him with a paintbrush in hand and touched his cheek with it. He woke up immediately due to the cold paint, you soon were fighting over the paintbrush. You didn’t stand a chance against him, once he had the paintbrush in hand, he gave your cheek the same treatment. You both began to laugh and once you had calmed down, you showed him the painting you did for him. He pulled you into a hug, rubbing his painted cheek against yours to smear the paint even more.

When it was time for you to leave Devildom, you gave the brothers the painting. They tried to refuse but you wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“Please, it’s a way for you to remember me. You inspired me to do and it’s a reminder to have hope that I’ll be back soon,” you told them a little teary-eyed. You knew you were going to miss all of them so much, but you had a renew sense and passion for painting and the brothers and Devildom has inspired a lot more pieces as soon as you got back to Earth.

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mcwriting · 5 years ago

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Starstruck (9)

hello it’s me again. Second to last chapter :( but I’ve got bigger things in the works

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

Fandom: Tom Holland

Ship: Tom x reader

Setting: LA, London

Word Count: 2230

Warnings: mild language

Rating: K+

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Tom dodged cameras and wove through crowds as he made his way through London Heathrow Airport.

He finally was home in London, but only for about a week since he’d be coming back to LA for you.

The news had obviously broken that Tom had left South Korea, so now he was being bombarded with paparazzi who still wanted to know everything about you, especially your speech four days prior.

He continued to ignore them as he got to where Tuwaine was waiting to pick them up.

The car doors slammed shut as all four boys settled themselves in, Harrison up front and the Hollands in the back. Tuwaine locked the doors, then turned around.

“Seems like we’ve got a lot to talk about, boys.”

“You have noooo idea,” Tom muttered as the others nodded eagerly.

The drive back to their south London house was comfortable to Tom after everything that had happened. They mostly strayed from talking about you in the car, instead sharing funny stories from the long-lived press tour.

Sam decided to head back to his parents’ house after they arrived at the other boys’, ringing up an uber. He just wanted to sleep in his own bed. Their parents and Paddy had come home from the premiere before Tom went to Korea.

Once the boys were showered off and settled in, they told Tuwaine everything from the pre-release press tour before the premiere to meeting you to everything since.

“That’s mad, Tom. So when are you going back? And how do you plan on going unseen?” Tuwaine asked.

“Well we’re gonna get back to LA on Thursday to have time to adjust again and get everything settled. I’ve paid for a couple private planes to keep things off the radar as best as I can. All of you can come if you want.”

After further discussion, they decided for only Harrison and Harry to join Tom since the others had prior commitments.

After a couple more hours of catching up and reflecting on the past weeks, everyone finally decided to retire to their beds and hopefully get some rest.

As Tom layed down, he thought about the plan to see you again. He was nervous and excited at the same time, and went to sleep thinking one thing.

I’m coming to get ya, y/n.

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As always, news of Tom’s travel back home was all over the internet with clips and pictures of him dodging through the airport being shared, you of course being tagged in those pictures by fan accounts wanting attention.

“Ughhhh I’m so tired of people tagging me in this shit like I actually care! I’m not even remotely involved in these pictures!” you exclaimed to b/f/n, who was sprawled on your bean bag chair as you laid on your stomach across a rug.

You showed her a fan edit of Tom someone tagged you in, which was just a video transitioning between pictures of him from his press tour.

“I know. It’s so dumb like, he’s even likely to see stuff if you just pester his friends, or in your case… whatever you guys are.”

“Give me a break. We’re nothing. We just met and yeah. That’s all there is to it.”

“I don’t buy it, but whatever. I need to use your charger.”

You pointed to the bed.

“It’s over on the other side if you want it.”

B/f/n sighed dramatically, then rolled her way off the bean bag to flop onto your bed, plugging the device in. After a few minutes of silent scrolling on your phones, she piped up.

“Yo. Why does your bed smell so good? New detergent or something?”

You blushed, realizing you never told her about that little detail.

“Uh, well. It’s cologne.”

She turned her head to look directly at you, eyebrows raised cheekily.

“And why do you have cologne on your bedsheets?”

You avoided looking directly at her for a second, cringing a little.

“Well… I may have kind of left out the part of the story where Tom gave me a whole bottle of his cologne and it smelled really good so I sprayed it all over my sheets… but like no biggie right?”

She sat up.

“Yes biggie! You know exactly what Tom Holland smells like and didn’t think to tell me?”

“I forgot about it until the other day when I found the bottle in a bag of my stuff. Didn’t seem important.”

“Okay, if it’s not important, then why did you douse your bed in his scent?”

“I told you, I think it smells good. That’s it.”

“You’re really going to sit there and try to convince me of that? Everyone knows that scent memory is a really big deal, not to mention that he literally gave it to you.”

You stared each other down for almost a minute before you cracked.

“Okay, fine. It helps me sleep, alright? It takes me back to the night he spent here, which honestly was one of the best nights of my life. It just felt so nice talking to him about vulnerable things, you know? At the time I thought I could trust him, and maybe a part of me wants to remember that side of him.”

B/f/n nodded as you finished.

“I get it. What he did sucks, but you can’t let that ruin the good memories you do have. Things will work themselves out. They always do. You just need to remember that you’re a boss bitch and no matter what happens, you’re gonna be alright.”

“Thanks. I really needed to hear that.”

“Anytime. Now let’s forget about him and figure out where we want to get our nails done next week.”

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It was now Tuesday, and you and b/f/n sat in adjacent pedicure chairs, trying to lean back peacefully as yours vibrated violently in the name of a “massage.”

After you both struggled to not laugh while the nail techs exfoliated your feet, you were now relaxed and still as they began to actually polish your toenails.

You looked over to see b/f/n smiling at her phone.

“Who’s got you acting up?” you asked. She looked up in surprise.

“It’s no one. Catherine just sent me something funny on Instagram.”

“Oh, okay. Send it to me.”

In reality, she had been talking to Harrison and Tom about Friday, sending them pics of you in your dress the prior week and learning of their plans to get to LA on Thursday morning.

To cover for herself, though, b/f/n scrolled through her dm’s with Catherine, looking for something she’d received but never sent to you.

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Wednesday in London, Tom, Harrison, and Harry sat around the dining room recapping the plan for the rest of the week.

“Okay, so we’re gonna get there pretty early tomorrow morning and then I arranged for us to stay at an AirBnb under b/f/n’s name but obviously I’m paying for it. Since none of us are 25, I couldn’t get a regular rental car, but I talked to Audi and they said they’d loan me another car as long as we post some pictures with it.”

“Won’t that defeat the purpose of laying low if we’re plastering our faces with the car online? It won't be hard to distinguish London from pretty much anywhere else,” Harry claimed.

“They said as long as we get the pictures up before we leave town, we’re good. We’ll just have to put it in the calendar so I don’t forget.”

Harry took that as his cue to put it in the calendar right then.

“What about the actual event? I know you said you got in touch with them,” Harrison brought up.

“I’m glad you asked, mate. They were down for letting us make our appearance a surprise, so they’ll have staff sneak us in the back and wait until b/f/n gives us the go-ahead. They’re gonna introduce me and I’ll give a quick word and then… hopefully y/n will let me talk to her.”

The group got everything in order and loaded their bags into Tuwaine’s car once again for him to drive them to the private jet hangars.

After saying their goodbyes again and loading up onto the plane, the boys were in the air, headed west. They would be stopping in New York to change planes, and got comfortable for the almost 8 hour flight.

By the time they got to New York, the boys were exhausted going through customs. They were happy to find that so far no one had seemed to leak the fact that they had left London and were now in the states.

They boarded the next plane and prepared for the 6 hour flight, this time planning to get sleep as it was overnight and they’d be arriving in the morning.

The sun was beginning to rise over Los Angeles as the plane touched down.

“Tom, we’re here,” Harry said, shaking his brother awake as the plane taxied.

Tom blinked his eyes a few times to adjust to the light, looking out the window.

The boys deplaned on the tarmac and sat tiredly in the small airport’s lobby as they waited for someone to drop off the car.

Tom noticed one woman at the desk looking over at him frequently. He was afraid she would end up putting him all over the internet, so he got up and came to the desk.

“Hi there.”

She looked at him, startled.

“Um, hello.”

“I couldn’t help but notice you looking over at us. Would you happen to be a fan?” Tom asked politely. She blushed.

“Yes, actually, I am.”

“Would you like a picture?” Tom offered. He knew he looked horrible from his long journey but needed to know she wouldn’t go around telling everyone about meeting him.

“That would be incredible! I was too afraid to ask.”

Tom called Harry over to take the picture on her phone, then took it from the younger brother. Tom noticed Harrison carrying a couple bags out the door to a car.

“That’s a good one! I only ask that you try to keep this to yourself? At least until tomorrow evening? I’m on a bit of a secret mission, and I don’t quite want the public to know I’m here, yet.”

The girl’s eyes widened.

“Of course! I’d hate to ruin anything for you.”

“Awesome, thank you so much. And it was quite lovely meeting you, I look forward to seeing those pictures again one day.”

With that, Tom was out the door and on his way to the spot they had rented out for the trip.

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B/f/n woke up Thursday to work out again and saw there was an Instagram notification on her lock screen. It was Harrison (or maybe Tom, who knew who she was actually talking to).

We made it to the AirBnb. Thanks again for putting it under your name.

She saw it had been sent about an hour prior, so she replied.

No worries. I haven’t seen anything online about you being in the US, so it seems like you’re good so far

We’ll try to keep a low profile. We’re mostly trying to adjust to the time again so Tom isn’t falling asleep at the formal tomorrow night

B/f/n snorted. She figured it really was Harrison that she was talking to.

At the boy’s rented house, they were sitting around drinking black coffee to stay awake for the day. Eventually, they ran outside and took pictures with the car, being careful to watch that no one was looking at them.

As the morning went on, they quickly came to an unfortunate realization.

There was no food in the house, and they couldn’t just go out and get it. Delivery wasn’t the best bet either considering someone would have to answer the door.

So with stomachs growling, they messaged b/f/n again, asking her to pick up some groceries to hold them over for the day.

You’re lucky I’m not with y/n right now. Just send me a list and I’ll bring it over asap

It took her over an hour to get to the store, find everything on the list, and take it to the house. Her stomach fluttered when she pulled into the driveway as she was finally meeting her idol for real.

The door swung open before she could knock.

“Oh thank God you’re finally here, I’m starving,” Harrison said , taking the bags from her hands. “Come in, come in. Don’t need anyone seeing us.”

She stepped in the door to find the other two sitting on the couch. They greeted her starstruck self.

“Oh, wow. Hi. It’s nice to finally meet you in person,” she eventually spit out, looking at them in amazement.

She ended up spending almost an hour conversing with them, Tom paying her back for the groceries and them finalizing the details for the upcoming day.

She stood in the doorway preparing to leave.

“Well, I’ll see you all tomorrow. I don’t know what she’ll do, but good luck either way.”

“Thanks, b/f/n, that means a lot. And thanks for all the help you’ve been. Without you, I don’t know what I would have done.”

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A/N: honestly I’m kinda sad that this is almost over. I started it over a year ago now and I’ve really enjoyed writing it. Hopefully I’ll put out the last chapter next week and then will begin scheduling “the marriage project.” Love you guys!

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smoothshift · 5 years ago

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I bought a 2019 Civic Type-R (Comparisons to other vehicles inside) via /r/cars

I bought a 2019 Civic Type-R (Comparisons to other vehicles inside)

New owner of a 2019 Championship White Civic Type R. Cross shopped this car with a Camaro 2SS 1LE, Bullitt Mustang, Scat Pack Challenger Widebody, Focus RS, and Golf R.

I'm writing this post because I don't think this is a cross-shop that happens very often (hatchbacks and performance coupes/sedans)... at least in my hunting it didn't seem to. Hopefully people googling something like this in the future will come across this post and find some helpful thoughts. My requirements were that the car fit a cello case and have Android Auto/Apple CarPlay. I'm spoiled, manufacturer infotainment systems are universally garbage compared to Android Auto/Apple CarPlay. My budget was $45k.

I traded in my 2017 Civic Si Sedan, which I loved, because I was looking for the next step in performance. I only tracked the car a total of 14 times over the course of two years, so I definitely consider myself casual in that regard, but if you are on the fence I strongly recommend getting some track days in. It's some of the most fun I've had in my adult life.

Cars missing from this test: G70, STI. I refuse to support not putting the manual in the top engine spec for a car, sorry G70. The STI doesn't come with Android Auto, but if that's not a requirement for you I don't blame you for picking up one of these bad boys.

Onto the comparisons and why I chose the CTR. I'll go in reverse order from cars I felt were the worst to best... except the Camaro which is second due to GM fiat.

Ford Mustang Bullitt

I've never been more disappointed in a car. From the outside this car is GORGEOUS. To me it is the best looking car of everything I tested. Ford designers knocked it out of the park. This immediately falls away the moment you sit down inside of one.

The interior was worse than my Civic. The seats weren't as comfortable, the buttons were harsh, and the fitment of everything seemed off. The digital dash is fantastic, though.

Then you start the car and you can almost forgive the interior quality. The sound this car makes was also the best of any car I tested. Then you go to shift and the years you've spent with a Honda shifter make you realize how spoiled you are. This way this transmission shifted was terrifying, and I wouldn't be surprised if there aren't failures related to it down the road. Having said that, press your foot on the gas and hear the engine climb to redline... you can almost forget the shifter.

The back seats could actually fit a human being in a pinch, good job there, and I was able to fit a cello case inside when folding the rear seats down. That's all the practicality I needed. Ford's version of comfort mode is great, but there is a LOT of road noise that leaks into the car. The freeway was very loud...

There's a running theme here of ecstasy and disappointment. I couldn't get over the disappointments from this fifty thousand dollar car. I expect more from such a size-able expense. For the people who prioritize looks, sound, power I don't know if there's a competitor outside the Challenger. I can see why it's the best selling pony car in America.

Driving Experience: 8/10

Practicality: 3/10

Challenger Scat Pack Widebody

Oh man... this car is delicious. I feel like if I ended up in this car I'd move to the South and get the giant flags to attach to my car. My brain shut off when I pressed the pedal. I'm not entirely sure this car should be paired with a 6-speed, or maybe the 1st gear should be made longer. Even with the widebody this thing wants to eat your tires for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I can't even imagine the Hellcat Challenger in a manual... wow. It's also an absolute boat, but it's a great boat!

The interior is... not as bad as the Mustang. Still leaves some question marks on the fitment front. The trunk is GARGANTUAN and so are the rear seats. Will your passengers have to wiggle their way into them because there's only 2 doors? Yes, but they are very usable once inside. Where's my manual Charger :< The sheer amount of space you have, and how quiet it is on the freeway gets big ups from me.

Sound system was the best out of anything I tested. Cello fits. Uconnect is great, and has AA/AC. The manual's gear ratios need to be changed, a burnout a day is not getting positive marks from me.

Driving Experience: 7/10

Practicality: 5/10

Focus RS

This car is more than the sum of its parts. I hadn't even considered it initially due to ride quality concerns until another of my posts had someone recommend it saying it wasn't so bad.

I'm glad I got to drive it, because it's a blast! The ride quality is indeed as harsh as the reviews say, though. I live in Los Angeles, our roads are garbage (I know yours are worse Michigan). I drive clients in my car sometimes, I don't want them bouncing around too much for the drive that's mostly freeway from LAX to SFV. I'm slightly exaggerating here, but it was too much.

The interior here is nicer than the Bullitt. The sound is worse, but better than the Type R. The shifter is better than the Mustang, but maybe that's due to the engine it's paired with? I only spent 20 minutes with the car, I can't go into as much detail as with the other cars. The car feels like a track weapon, at all times. Which is crazy because it's probably slower than a Bullitt around a track, but it certainly doesn't feel like it.

Cello case fit easily, back seats could fit real humans on a road trip. Drift mode. It's a hatchback, there are perks.

Driving Experience: 8/10

Practicality: 5/10

Golf R

I'm surprised I didn't choose this car when I consider it from just the exterior. It's professional, well put together, and a jack of all trades. Maybe I should have rated it higher somewhere but I don't know where.

The sound is subdued when it needs to be, it's comfortable on the freeway, when you floor it you grin. People can fit in the back just fine, and it checks every box neatly. How very German!

It's missing emotion? Maybe some steering feel? The car felt like it was holding back, or maybe it was the weight. I don't know. I spent almost three hours with this car. I could see myself taking this to work, taking it to the track, and being pleasantly surprised with just how capable it would be every day.

The Golf R checks all the boxes, and is capability personified. If the R wagon was here I'd have said to hell with "emotion" I'm getting the wagon... but this is just practicality on par with the Type R, while lacking some of the driving character. Or maybe if I lived up north and the AWD was super important to me.

Driving Experience: 7/10

Practicality: 7/10

Camaro 2SS 1LE

My younger self hates me for not buying this car. Driving this car is an absolute pleasure. As I write this I almost feel regret for not buying it in spite of its shortcomings, but the axe fell. I'll write this so future buyers can save themselves from driving this, falling in love, then having to take it out back.

The sound is a tuning fork next to the ears, while maintaining comfortable noise levels on the freeway. The manual is second only to the Honda. The suspension is actually better than expected when in comfort, and the best in track mode. The pillbox you drive in isn't that bad when you have blind spot monitoring... I could not buy the 1SS 1LE version since it doesn't have the option to add this. Feels criminal. Seats are comfortable, and most of all everything is TIGHT.

Fitment of the interior is great, steering feel is precise, and you can break the back end loose on command... that's probably the greatest thing about this car, the control you feel. I can't talk about it too much, the reviewers have said it enough and they're right. To me there is no car that will give you this level of performance for so cheap. Maybe a used Corvette, but I was buying new.

To answer the question you've all been wondering: will it fit a cello in a case? No. I tried. I tried so hard. I twisted, I turned, I did every trick learned from moving couches through doorways I could think of... but I could not get the thing to fit in the car. Who designed this trunk opening? Kill them. I hate them with a burning passion. El Fin.

Decent sound system. Back seats only for small bags and people you hate. Trunk opening designed by Satan.

I can't put it anywhere but 2nd even if the scoring system I derived says it should be lower. Driving it was that good. Maybe the Driving Experience scale should be adjusted to move everything else down a point or two.

Driving Experience: 10/10

Practicality: 2/10 (+1 because you can throw a couple backpacks in the back seat with a carry on in the trunk)

Civic Type R

When I set out to purchase the car I had ruled out the Type R because I live in SoCal and I refuse to purchase a car above MSRP. Plus, I wanted to move to an AWD or RWD platform.

To start things off, I bought a Type R for MSRP in Southern California... and from said dealer I also bought paint protection film/tinting. Full disclosure because that's not just the car for straight MSRP. These are things I was going to buy anyways and they priced them at regular local prices, which I know because I had PPF and tinting done by a local shop last go around. If you don't want these things shop around, and don't impulse buy this car. It will take a week or two of waiting, but someone will make a deal with you. Or just go out of state and buy one for MSRP. The road trip back should be a blast.

The steering is fantastic... much better than you'd expect out of a car as high seated as the Civic has gotten. You can definitely tell it's the lightest car of this group because it feels the most "chuckable". ((The Camaro isn't as "chuckable" because I reached the limits of my courage turning this thing in the canyons above SCV before it reached the limit of where it will stop turning in))

Shifting is easy and smooth, but maybe that's because it feels nearly identical to the one in the Si I've become accustomed to. It has 4 doors, the opening in the back when you lift the trunk is cavernous.

The ride in comfort mode is the largest difference from track mode (+R) to comfort out of anything I tested. +R to sport I can hardly tell that much of a difference, but when you click down into comfort some withcraft magic happens, the car gets quieter, and the road noise drops. Ride is still more bumpy than I would hope for, though... I think this comes down to how thin the tires are. Strongly considering a drop to 18" wheels with 275/35 or 255/40 tires. I won't be lowering the car because my driveway is a cliff, a common theme in Los Angeles.

It feels much more spacious than the Golf R when you sit inside it, even though the specs say that isn't true. I'm 6'2" and there's so much headroom compared to my civic sedan I had to laugh. The back seats have plenty of leg room, while being much easier to get into than something like the Challenger. Why are there only 4 seats instead of 5? Whatever. The seats are stellar, though overly bolstered if you are a wider dude. I love that when I'm wearing a helmet, the upper portion of the seat from your shoulders leans back to allow for room. With the helmet on I don't have to slouch forward like I did with the seats in my Si.

Sound system is good, but not as good as the Challenger. For spirited driving +R mode steering/suspension is great, but the Camaro and RS felt better. In comfort mode road noise is third to the Golf R and Challenger, suspension is third to the Challenger and Camaro. With the seats folded down it feels like it has more space than the Golf R even though I don't think that's quite the case.

Driving Experience: 8/10

Practicality: 7/10

Final note: The looks are very polarizing. They must be, because you get a LOT of stares in this car and a LOT of rev bombs from other drivers. If you want attention get a Type R. Downside is, I don't want attention. Maybe more points for the Golf R should you find yourself in the market. This car is a great car, I can see why reviewers love it so damn much. I smile when I think about driving it, and I can throw a bunch of shit in it for road trips or carpool to work without issue. What more could you ask for?... Chevy SS dreams intensify

TL;DR: Set out to buy an AWD/RWD car that can fit a cello case, has Android Auto/Apple CarPlay, and costs ~$45k or less. Bought a FWD car because, to me, it's the best blend of fun driving and practicality on the market.

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therealcalicali · 7 years ago

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Closer To Me: Chapter 1

Synopsis: Upon moving to a new city, the Reader crosses paths with Ivar, Hvitserk and the rest of the Lothbrok clan. Since her own life is already filled with internal demons from a strict upbringing, their introduction into her life only adds to the drama. As things progress, Reader discovers that there is more to her interactions with Ivar and Hvisterk than meets the eye.

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Chapter 1 Warnings: Angst, Foreplay and Bullying

Word Count: 8000+

Setting: Modern Vikings

Genre: Romance/Drama

Pairing: Ivar x Reader x Hvitserk (Love Triangle)

Read the Prologue here: CLOSER TO ME: PROLOGUE

Read Chapter 2 here: CLOSER TO ME: CHAPTER 2

Read Chapter 3 here: CLOSER TO ME: CHAPTER 3

Read Chapter 4 here: CLOSER TO ME: CHAPTER 4

Read Chapter 5 here: CLOSER TO ME: CHAPTER 5

Read Chapter 6 here: CLOSER TO ME: CHAPTER 6

Read Chapter 7 here: CLOSER TO ME: CHAPTER 7

Read Chapter 8 here: CLOSER TO ME: CHAPTER 8

Tagged: @irishhiggins @mblaqgi @i-care-bout-you-boo @peaches-seed @sajess98

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You gave a warm smile as you placed two pints of beer at a table full of mostly women.

"Praise the Gods." A honey blonde with intricately styled braids said as she leaned towards you.

She was obviously the most popular person at the table so you nodded politely. You then handed her the disposable pair of ballet slippers she had requested from the vending machine.

The vending machines at Club 52 were not your average vending machines. They were upscale and offered everything from phone chargers to high-end fragrances.

"Thank you so much Y/N. You’re a lifesaver." She said as she took the packet from you and kicked off her Louboutins. "The price of fashion, huh?

You giggled as the woman began placing the slippers onto her feet. As she was doing so, she asked how long you had worked at the club. You calculated the time in your head a moment.

"It's been a little over two months."

"Oh, a newbie. So do you like it?" She asked before cutting you off before you could reply. "Lagertha, by the way." She added extending her free hand.

"Nice to meet you Lagertha." You said, shaking her hand firmly "To answer your question, it's not exactly a dream job but it pays the bills.” You shyly played with your apron as you continued. "Besides, everyone's pretty friendly and my boss is amazing. Guess I can't really complain."

Lagertha sipped her beer and looked at you with a crooked smile. As she did so, a woman with very light blonde hair leaned over to hear what you two were discussing.

"Lagertha, let the poor girl do her job." The woman said jokingly.

"I will Torvi. I just wanted to hear what her dream job was." She tapped the side of her horn as she waited for you to respond.

No one had ever taken you seriously when you spoke about your dreams back home. Well, with the exception of "him", but that was story for another day. Uncertain for a moment, you decided to reveal what had been in your heart for as long as you could remember. After all, there were no friends and family nearby to ridicule you.

"I..." You almost choked on the words. "I've always wanted to be a famous artist. Oil painting and pencil sketching are my main mediums but I've taken up sculpting recently."

By sheer habit, you braced yourself for disapproval but to your surprise, Lagertha and Torvi both nodded as if they were impressed.

"So, you have a talent most people can only dream of. You should use it." Torvi said as she leaned her cheek against her hand.

"Yeah. One of these days." You said as you picked up some empty beer pitchers. "I'll be back with the rest of your order ladies.”

You first dropped off the empty pitchers in catering and then went to the main bar. After getting two more pints of beer, you returned to the Blue Room and served a table of very drunk men who were arguing about some historical battle. Though you heard bits and pieces of their heated debate, you didn’t really pay allot of attention. You were just ready to go home. Hopefully, it would be on time because the birthday party was nearing its peak despite the fact it was 3:12 am. Everywhere you looked, the private hall was buzzing.

"I sure hope they know we close at 4:00 am." You thought looking forward to curling up in your bed and binge-watching Hey Arnold.

The game room, karaoke rooms and dance floor had the most action. Even the silver bikini clad go-go dancers were still energetically entertaining people on the stages and poles. It was safe to say, Hvitserk's birthday party was a huge success by any definition of the word.

As you turned to go to fetch more drinks, you felt a tug your apron.

"Looks like I turned you out Y/N. You're serving beer like a pro." A teasing Folaki said.

"Please. You serve up eight pitchers in one trip meanwhile, I'm carrying in two pitchers at a time." You giggled. "I hardly think that's a pro."

"Well, you know what they say. We all gotta start somewhere." She replied before pulling you by your hand.

Realizing Folaki was taking you deeper into the hall and you had more beer to serve, you spoke up.

"Where are we going? I'm not done with my tables.”

"Don't worry about it. They can wait a moment. Besides, this won't take long."

"What won't take long?"

Folaki didn't utter a response but instead gave you a smug "You'll see" expression. It wasn’t long before you found yourself at the head table once again. Since you had been lucky enough to receive Ivar's forgiveness for your momentary lapse of judgment, you had avoided him. You worked every table with the exception of theirs the entire night. Now, there you stood in his cross-hairs once again. Despite glaring at you for a moment, Ivar luckily didn't say anything.

Perhaps he had his fill of mocking you for the night. The blonde who was now practically sitting in his lap however, stared at you much longer. She looked at you with great contempt but you avoided eye contact.

"It's almost over." You assured yourself.

Folaki gingerly picked up two shots of tequila and handed one to you which made you look at her with confusion.

“Um.....am I supposed to give this to someone?" You asked you giddy coworker.

"Duh, silly. It's for you."

"For me? Are you nuts? We're on shift."

"So?"

"So, it means we can't drink. That's Frankie's cardinal rule."

Folaki giggled and pointed to your right. When you looked over, there stood your boss patting Ragnar on his shoulder. From the way they were speaking to one another, you could tell they knew each other very well.

Bjorn, who looked much more relaxed than earlier, hopped on stage and said something to the DJ. Slowly, the DJ brought the Sai "Chandelier “song down until it was quiet.

Taking a mic, Bjorn put a hand in his jean pocket and spoke.

"Hey everyone!" He paused a moment. "I’m sure we all know why we’re here tonight---"

“Yeah! To call you a cunt!" A heavy accented male voice yelled.

Your eyebrows raised but the entire hall burst into thunderous laughter, clapping and whistling. Bjorn laughed too and proceeded to remove his hand from his pocket to shoot the middle finger.

"As I was saying, Hvitserk...." He looked down the stage at the head table. "Can you get up here please?"

Everyone applauded as Hvitserk ascended the stairs and joined his brother onstage.

Bjorn good-naturedly placed his arm around his brother's neck. As you watched leaning against a pillar, you found it pretty adorable to see these rowdy people have a tender moment.

“As the eldest, I've witnessed the best and the worst of you. Especially in your teens."

"Ubbe was far worse!" Ragnar yelled with a smirk.

More laughter emanated from the crowd. Ironically, Ubbe actually seemed proud of his father's comment about him and gave a gentlemanly nod of his head.

"I want you to know that as the years have gone by, we've all witnessed you mature and become a capable and responsible man. So on this special day the Gods have bestowed upon you, I want you to know that we all love you...." Bjorn said as Hvitserk looked at him warmly. "And wish you many more to come."

People applauded while others yelled well-wishes and banged on tables. Boy, were these people ever loud. Ragnar was the first person to hug Hvitserk when he got off the stage. He held his son's face a moment and surveyed him with a pride.

"Father, what are you doing?" Hvitserk asked a bit embarrassed by the adoration.

"Just looking at my handiwork. Isn't my son a strapping lad?" Ragnar shouted causing the men nearby to chuckle in agreement.

He then whispered something to Hvitserk and handed him a pair of keys. From where you were standing, you could tell that they were keys to a car. Hvitserk looked at them and a huge smile spread across his face. Whatever the car was, he definitely seemed over the moon out it. He gave his father another heartfelt hug and began hugging the other attendees. Since you were a bit tired, you continued to lean on the pillar as the well wishes continued.

Folaki, being who she was, was happily chatting away with Ubbe, Bjorn and some other people.

"Wow. She's really good at making friends." You thought as you watched her.

Soon, your mind wandered to your art and the advice Lagertha and Torvi had given you.

"If it was only so easy to chase a dream." You sighed to yourself.

As you pondered your situation in life, you felt a tickle on your right cheek. You turned slightly to only come nose to nose with a very tipsy Hvitserk.

"Oh my God!” You jumped due to being startled. "You almost gave me a damn heart attack." You chastised him as your heart rate tried to return to normal. "Seriously, you really shouldn't sneak up on people like that."

"I don't. I only snuck up on you because you make it so easy. Seems like your head is always lost the clouds." He said scrutinizing you with soft eyes and warm smile.

Timidly, you looked away because of the intensity of his gaze. Undeterred, Hvitserk gently lifted your chin with his hand to make you look at him again. Despite it being a bit dim in the Blue Room, his eyes sparkled as he looked down at you. Needless to say, you were beyond uncomfortable, yet unsure of what to do to get out of the situation.

"What is it that you think of so much Y/N?" He asked in a very genuine tone.

You looked away from him with his hand still holding your chin. The question held more weight than he could fathom. From your reasons for leaving your hometown to the overdue bills, you had allot on your plate. Something, an obviously rich man such as himself, wouldn't understand.

Hvitserk licked his bottom lip as his stare fell to your own which were slightly red from your now fading lipstick.

"Hitting on service girls as usual, huh brother? I suppose another birthday hasn't changed that old habit." Ivar's voice interrupted your uncomfortable moment. "Well, they do say old habits die hard." He chuckled.

Hvitserk rolled his eyes as he gently let go of your chin. Ivar smugly informed his brother that it was time for the ceremonial toast. As Hvitserk walked towards the main table, you followed, not far behind Ivar. Acknowledging your presence, he looked over his shoulder with an eyebrow raised in a condescending manner.

"Well, Y/N, I must say that you surprise me. I would have never have guessed someone as timid as you, likes to be low-hanging fruit."

"Excuse me?" You looked at him with a confused expression.

You had no clue what he eluding to but knew is that it was most likely an insult. After all, that's all he seemed to direct at you.

"Low-hanging fruit!" Ivar repeated slowly with a grin. "Do you flirt or go home with patrons often?"

You stopped dead in your tracks. Whatever Ivar was insinuating, you did not appreciate it. You had never so much as given a patron your number let alone bedded one. Not that you judged those who did. You knew lots of your co-workers did but you always kept things professional no matter who flirted.

Besides, your Aunt warned you that nightclubs were not a place to find a good relationship. Ivar could tell his words had gotten under your skin because he began to snicker. He looked at you with satisfaction before he continued on towards the main table. No! You just weren't going to allow him to insult you and not at least defend yourself. You quickly caught up with Ivar and stood in front of him, nervous, but determined.

"I would like you to know that I, in fact, do not flirt or go home with patrons." Your voice was wavering but you pushed on. "So...I don't appreciate you implying that I do. I'm nobody's low-hanging fruit!"

With that said, you stomped off to the head table ahead of Ivar. Despite him laughing, you at least you made yourself heard.

When you arrived, Ingrid, the blonde that had been all over Ivar most of the night, rolled her eyes. She made a beeline for him and handed him a shot glass. With everyone in place and Hvitserk at his father Ragnar's side, the toast began.

Naturally, Ragnar was first to speak followed by his brother called Rollo and other respected people. You thought the speeches by the men with tattooed faces were the best cause they were pretty hilarious. You could really tell that the two of them knew how to work a crowd. Hvitserk’s brothers all spoke after his mother Aslaug, who made a point to mention how many sons she had several times. You noticed that Lagertha, the lady you had spoken with earlier in the night, was not fond of Aslaug at all.

Of all the speeches, Ivar's surprised you the most because it was actually kind and heartfelt. Since he had been nothing but a holy terror from the moment you met him, it was quite odd to witness. From the corner of your eye, you watched Lagertha take position next to Ragnar and wrap her arm around this waist as the speeches went on. He pulled her close as the two of them watched Hvitserk make the final remarks.

"This has been a really awesome night. I thank everyone for coming out." He turned to a man standing with Floki. "Let’s not forget to thank Aethelwulf Wessex and his clan for coming to celebrate with us.” To which the nicely dressed man man nodded. Hvitserk paused a moment in contemplation.

"You know, our father has always taught us that nothing is more important than family. The older I get, I understand. You have all made this day a truly great memory. Skål!” (Danish: Good Health/Cheers)

“Skål!” The crowd roared.

Hvitserk raised his shot glass and everyone in the hall took his lead.

"Now let's get shitfaced!" Ubbe yelled.

Everyone drank their shots with the exception of you. You were hesitant. Despite wanting to toast, you had always hated strong liquor and the tequila you were holding smelled awful. It reminded you of gasoline or the paint thinner you used for your oil paints.

Abruptly, you felt an arm wrap around your neck. It was Ubbe.

"Are you going to just nurse it or are you going to drink it?" He asked with his lips only inches from your cheek.

“What is with these people and personal space?" You wondered as you smiled at him.

Before you even had a chance to speak, Hvitserk was suddenly in front of you again and looking at the shot glass in your hand. Ubbe let go of you as you his younger brother scowled at him. An exchange you didn't catch.

"Y/N, you didn't drink to my health?" Hvitserk asked sounding like a spoiled child.

You were going to tell them about your hatred of strong drinks but decided against it. You simply said that you had never tasted tequila before but would drink it out if respect for their tradition.

"To your health Hvitserk."

You salted the back of your hand as you had seen tons of patrons do and braced yourself for the wretched taste. As expected it was horrific. You snatched a lime wedge from the platter and sucked it hoping the bitterness would overpower the atrociousness of the tequila. Hvitserk, Ubbe and a newly arrived Sigurd laughed at you as you shook you head in disgust.

It was indeed gross but you got warm all over in less than a minute. It might have been nasty going down but you felt pretty good. Hvitserk gave you a horn of mead. It was an intricate commemorative one celebrating his birthday and heritage. Just like the one you snatched from Alfred.

"Oh no! Poor Alfred!" You blurted out to the amusment of a drunk Ubbe.

He laughed so hard that he almost spit out some of his mead. You handed the horn of mead to Sigurd and asked him to hold for you.

"Huh? What’s going on now?" A perplexed Sigurd asked as he gulped down some cocktail.

"I need to speak to him." You said as you craned your neck trying to find Alfred. "Oooh, I think I see him." You pointed.

Hvitserk was a bit annoyed but tried his best to seem indifferent.

"Why do you wish to speak with him?" He asked.

"I just remembered that I never apologized to him." You said heading off towards the brunette with the angelic face.

Hvitserk watched you leave despite wanting to ask if you would return. Ubbe could read his brother’s body language and so whispered something to him. Whatever he said made both he and Hvitserk laugh.

It didn't take long for you to arrive in front of Alfred who was seated and in deep conversation with another handsome brunette. When you touched his shoulder to get his attention, he looked up and immediately put on a kind smile.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt you both." You said looking to the man next to him.

"No worries Y/N." Alfred said patting the area next to him in the booth.

You hesitated a moment. Noticing your reluctance, Alfred assured you it was perfectly fine.

"Besides, my Godfather knows your boss very well. You won't get in trouble for sitting while on duty. Trust me." He gave you a boyish grin. "Consider it a request."

Since he had reassured you that you were not taking a risk, you took a seat next to him. Pointing to the man next him, Alfred informed you that it was his half-brother Aethelred.

"Nice to meet you...." Aethelred leaned closer and shook your hand.

Before you could tell Aethelred your name, Alfred did it for you. He kept looking at you so kindly that you almost forgot why you had wanted to speak with him in the first place.

"Oh, I before I forget why I came over in the first place..." You said feeling the tequila very well now. "I wanted to apologize for snatching your drink earlier." You shrugged a bit embarrassed by your actions. "I have the commemorative horn in the break room. I'll go get it and return..."

Both of the brothers burst into laughter since your words made them recall what you did to Ivar earlier.

"No Y/N. You keep it. Think of it as a consolation prize for putting up with our clan tonight." An amused Alfred said.

"Are you sure? I mean it's so expensive looking." You stated making sure he was aware of what he was saying.

Aethelred confirmed that the commemorative horns were indeed expensive and crafted with silver and ivory.

"The more reason to keep it Y/N." Alfred added. "They were made in the old country. You won't see such craftsmanship like that anywhere else."

You nodded your head and swiftly took the opportunity to ask where exactly the "old country" was. Especially since the origin of their accents had been bugging you all night. Now, you could finally get an answer to the mystery.

"Denmark. But we also have lineage across Norway, Sweden, Iceland and Poland." Alfred replied as he moved some of his long brown hair behind his ear. "I think you would love the Blue Lagoon in Iceland. You seem like the spa treatment type."

"Me?" You were a bit flabbergasted at his statement because you hadn't even seen the inside of a proper hair salon in years.

You shook your head shyly. Though, you did admit that you hoped to travel to see the museums of the countries he mentioned along with The Louvre in Paris. Aethelred nodded and informed you they had both been to The Louvre, many times in fact.

"Wow! I'm so jealous." You said with liveliness.

"You seem to be interested in Art Y/N. Or am I mistaken?" An intrigued Alfred asked with a dimpled smile.

You nodded with enthusiasm and informed him that you adored all mediums of the Arts and spent a great deal of your free time at the local museum.

"Since you love art so much, is it safe to assume you've heard about the private exhibit and auction at the Heritage Centre?"

Alfred's question was like a twist of a knife. You definelty knew all about the event but there was no way you would ever be able to attend. Basically, you didn't know anyone of high caliber to get an invite and weren't wealthy enough purchase tickets.

"Yeah. But that’s for celebs and people like that. I guess I'll have to keep admiring Tata Vega's work online."

"Or, you could just attend with me." A very straightforward Alfred replied.

Your eyes widened at his invitation. Was this guy serious? The thought of being in the same room with your favorite Artist was too much. You could barely contain your eagerness and said yes before you could stop yourself. You didn't typically go places with practical strangers but this was Tata Vega!

Alfred relished in your excitement and said he was happy to see someone appreciate Art as much as he did. He reached into the inner pocket if his black blazer and pulled out a silver card case. He opened it and took out a sleek looking metal business card and handed it to you. You gleefully thanked him to which he only smiled.

Standing up, you acknowledged Aethelred again and informed them both you needed to get back to work.

"Just don't misplace that."

Those were Alfred's parting words to you. To be on the safe side, you placed the card in the zippered portion of your apron and gave it a secure pat. As you went to fetch some pints of beer, you felt like the whole miserable night had been worth it. You were beyond excited.

You returned from the main bar quickly and served the last-call pints to Lagertha, Torvi, Floki and the rest if their table. When you glanced at your watch, you were pleased to see it was 4:01am.

“It’s over!” You said to yourself with relief.

As you were taking shot glasses away on a tray, Sigurd made his way to you.

"I am still in possession of your mead, my dear." He said with a drunkard's smile.

"You must have had a great conversation with our cousin. So much so you forgot all about your drink." Ubbe's voice entered your right ear as he leaned over your shoulder from behind.

"Was it that interesting?" He questioned with inquisitive eyes.

You looked up at Ubbe who seemed to practically tower over you. He had an odd grin that conveyed that he knew something that you didn't. It was a very devious smile to say the least.

“I suppose so.” You replied.

"That matters not. It only matters that she has returned, right brother?" Sigurd quipped.

"Agreed. So, let's just put this down..." Ubbe said taking the tray of shot glasses from you and putting it aside. "And enjoy the last round."

With that, Sigurd handed the horn of mead back to you. Despite your attempts, the two brothers refused to listen when you kept insisting that you had to finish your shift. To your relief, you noticed your boss, Frankie, approach. Perhaps he could make them understand that you needed to do your job since you weren't getting through.

"There you are Y/N.” Frankie said as he slapped Ubbe and Sigurd on their shoulders. “I got good news. You and Folaki are done for the night. The two of you are free to leave."

"Done? But we have to help shut down."

"Not tonight, you don’t.” Frankie leaned in and whispered. "Seems that Mr. Lothbrok liked the job the two of you did. He added proudly. "So look at this early dismissal as a reward on his behalf."

Sigurd grinned at you like the Cheshire cat once Frankie left the three of you alone.

"See." A vindicated Ubbe boasted. "I told you that you can drink with us.” Ubbe pointed towards the head table. "Folaki got into the spirit of things right away."

You looked at where he was pointing and spotted your coworker and friend laughing it up with Floki, Bjorn, the Finehairs, Ivar and others. Ivar? Laughing and actually having what appeared to be normal human interaction? It was quite the sight to behold.

"What the hell? Is she some kind of whisperer or what?" You pondered in surprise.

How else could you explain her ability to tame such a vicious person as Ivar? As you watched them having fun, Sigurd's hand slipped around your waist causing you to jump.

"Don't worry, I'm just being a gentleman." He said with a grin.

He gently led you towards the others as Ubbe walked alongside the two of you. As the three of you made it to the head table, Sigurd eased you next to a now lively Hvitserk.

"Bullshit! I don't believe it!" He said to an amused Bjorn. "I want to see for myself."

"Me too." Ivar chimed in after him. "It's impossible!"

"I agree babe.” Ingrid piggybacked his statement as she wrapped her arms around Ivar's neck.

You, Ubbe and Sigurd were completely lost. The three of you had no clue what they were all loudly disagreeing about until Bjorn killed the rest of his mead. He put the mug down with a thud and shrugged.

“Fine! I will take you guys so I can prove I'm not making it up.” He looked around with genuine shock. "I can't believe none of you have heard of her before. Delilah is famous for her Ping-pong act."

"Ping-pong act?" You turned to Hvitserk.

"Yeah. He claims this stripper ejects Ping-pong balls out of her vagina." He answered very loudly sending Sigurd and Ubbe into fits of laughter.

You sort of regretted asking and shyly sipped the mead Sigurd had given back to you. Folaki, who was seated in-between Ivar and Bjorn, acknowledged your presence. She shouted to you that Bjorn had invited the two of you back to he and Ubbe's, for an after-party.

"After-party? But it's 4:00 am!" You responded before you could stop yourself.

"Okay, mother." Floki said with a chuckle making everyone laugh at your reply.

"I told you she would say something along those lines." Ivar sneered to Folaki totally ignoring you.

Folaki rushed over to you and whispered.

"Please come Y/N. It'll be allot of fun. Besides, you stay home too damn much."

You thought about her advice a moment and realized she was right. But you didn't feel too comfortable going to a stranger’s house, regardless of how nice they were.

"Yeah. But we don't even know them like that." You replied.

Folaki rolled her eyes at your assertion.

"Ugh! I keep forgetting how sheltered you are." She giggled. "Come tonight and I'll fill you in on the Lothbroks over coffee. Hanging with them is a huge step-up in life Y/N. Like for real." Folaki looked at you with eagerness.

"Fine." You agreed unenthusiastically.

Delighted that you had given in, Folaki hugged you and rushed back to speak to Bjorn. You watched her with apprehension still not convinced you would have fun with Ivar and his bitch around.

"So, you're coming?" Hvitserk turned to you as Sigurd also waited for your answer.

"Uh...um, yeah. She convinced me." You said still a bit indifferent.

"What is it, daydreamer? Hvitserk impishly said, leaning down near your cheek. "Wish you were speaking to Alfred instead of me?"

His bit his bottom lip in a very suggestive manner and eyed you as if you were a forbidden dish. At least that's how it appeared to you. Nevertheless, you persuaded yourself that you were seeing things. You never really had men ogle you before so you chalked it up to the alcohol.

"I....um...I gotta do something real quick."

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Before Hvitserk could stop you, you rushed to the exit. You made your way past some departing patrons and clean-up crew, straight to the employee break room. Leaning against your locker, you sighed heavily. One thing was certain, you had to stay away from Hvitserk's drunk flirtation. He had been drinking heavily and would most likely not even remember your name after some sleep.

As you were deep in thought, Jason barged in swearing that he was going to blow up Misty's car. She was a coworker who always managed to get "cramps “at the most opportune times.

"That girl is a joke! Tell me why we're in the midst of shutting down and all of a sudden, her pain level mysteriously rises?" Jason fumed as he explained what happened. "Tell you what! I'm going to start tracking her period and prove she's nothing but a fraud." He added slamming his locker after locating his vape pen.

You laughed and gave him a comforting hug. You knew exactly where he was coming from. All of you had dealt with Misty's bullshit one time or another so you totally understood his rage. She was an amazing server and hostess but hated to do things that she considered "menial tasks"

“Don’t let her ruin your night. Besides, Frankie’s been on to her lately.”

"Let me get back out there before she leaves." He cocked his head with confidence. "She can go home early tonight but two can play her game. I'm not gonna give her the schedule adjustment she asked for!"

With that, Jason left you in the break room. You opened you locker, grabbed your purse and shoved a makeup pouch inside. Wanting to refresh yourself, you used the mirror on the inside of the locker to reapply your powder, lip liner and lipstick. As you were looking down to put the MAC lipstick back, you felt a pair of hand wrap around your waist. The cologne was unmistakably familiar since you had smelled it all night.

You looked up into the mirror to see your reflection and Hvitserk's. He was looking down at your body so he didn't even notice your stunned expression.

"You…you can't be in here!" You protested as he pulled you closer to him.

"Why not Y/N?"

Hvitserk asked tenderly with his lips against the back of your neck. His warm breath tickling your skin as he spoke. Before you could do or say anything else you felt the warm, wet sensation of his lips on your flesh. He pecked you at first but then, he tilted your head gently to the side exposing more of your neck.

Hvitserk straightaway began licking and sucking the side of your neck. It was something he had been dying to do all night. You almost lost your balance because your knees went weak with the sensation his tongue and lips were providing. Your neck had always been a very sensitive part of your body and he was making your eyes close with pleasure against your better judgment.

Even when you tried to speak up, all that left your lips was a hushed gasp. Seeing that words were failing you, you tried to free yourself from his firm grip around your waist. As you tried to do so with both hands, he paused briefly to whisper in your ear.

"Stop med at løbe fra mig, dagdrømmer." (Danish: Stop running from me, daydreamer.) He hummed in his native tongue.

He used the hand that had initially been tilting your head to the side to restrict your two hands. Since Hvitserk was quite strong, he had you trapped where he wanted. His breath, lips and tongue continued making you feel things you hadn't in a long time. Even though you were thoroughly enjoying it all, you knew he was drunk. You also recognized that he was probably horny due to all drinks he had been downing. As much as you hated to admit it, Ivar was most likely right about the easy target thing.

As you wriggled to free yourself, you were relieved when the loud and obnoxious voices your co-workers made him stop your little make-out session. They hadn't entered the locker room yet so you had time to compose yourself before one of them would walk in and assume the worst.

Hvitserk didn't budge and seemed indifferent about being caught in a restricted area. He watched you with a pleased expression as you arranged your purse items in an attempt to look busy.

Manny, one if the bartenders, walked in and you braced yourself for a barrage of questions. Oddly though, he didn't even flinch when he saw a non-employee with you. He casually greeted Hvitserk and grabbed a pack of cigarettes before leaving. You exhaled in relief.

"Get out! You need to leave before you get me in trouble. Please." You commanded.

"If you insist." Hvitserk said as he walked backwards. “I’ll see you at the after party." He added with a wink.

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In the Uber with Folaki, you were as tense as a cat about to receive a bath. The two of you had decided to leave your vehicles at work since you planned on drinking. At least Folaki did. She pretty much forced you to go along with the plan.

"Will you relax? Sheesh!" Folaki laughed at your expression. "You look like we're going to a beheading."

You couldn't contain your thoughts to yourself any longer.

"He kissed me." You blurted out.

Folaki stopped texting and grinned at you with astonishment.

"Well...not technically a kiss... it wasn't on the mouth. More like on the neck and stuff. He caught me off guard and--."

"Wait." Folaki interrupted to slow you down. "Who?”

"That Hvitserk guy."

"Oh wow. You got a Lothbrok trying to get with you? That's quite an achievement." Folaki said as she elbowed you.

"No, it's not. He just wants some drunk sex.” You protested. "And what's so great about the Lothbroks anyway?"

Folaki’s eyes got large as she looked at you like you had said something insane.

"Gee, I don't know......for starters, they're all fine as fuck."

She motioned like she was zipping her lips shut and added that the rest would have to be explained face-to-face.

"Like I said, we'll talk over some coffee."

"Why not now?" You asked a bit confused.

Folaki pointed to the Uber driver and repeated that she would fill you in privately. You weren't sure why there was a need for secrecy but relented.

"Oh, by the way, Frankie said we got paid big time? She emphasized her statement by doing the money motion with her fingers. “Three grand for each of us."

She began dancing around happily to the song on the radio in celebration.

"Three thousand dollar? You exclaimed happy and stunned by the news.

It was an insane amount of money. The tip was basically your entire paycheck in one night. Definitely more than enough to catch up on your student loan and still have some money left over.

"Whoa! Who can afford to throw money around like that? They must be richer than I thought."

"Try wealthy as hell. Rich comes and goes baby. Wealth is forever. Folaki said sipping her Corona.

You felt tranquil knowing your bills were no longer a standing issue. Perhaps you could allow yourself to have some fun at the party after-all. Still, you were determined to not be "low hanging fruit".

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The Uber driver was just as impressed with the beach-side estate as you and Folaki were when he pulled up to the gate.

Folaki, who was seated into the back with you, leaned out the window and pressed the security touch screen. A voice boomed over the intercom with music blaring in the background.

"I see you guys. I'll buzz you in." Ubbe's voice came over the device before your friend could say anything.

The driver pulled into the large driveway full of cars and went around large fountain to park.

"Damn! They are living the life aren't they Y/N?" A psyched Folaki said as the two of you exited the Uber.

"You're not kidding." You said in awe. You then turned to the driver as he began to back up in order to leave. "Thanks for the ride."

The stunned driver waved to you as he drove away still admiring the residence.

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When you rang the doorbell, Ingrid, the blonde that had been eyeing you all night, answered. She had changed into a blue bikini top and jeans but still had the same arrogant expression on her face. She smiled at Folaki but lost the pleasantries when she turned to you. Ingrid looked you up and down as she let the two of you in.

"Thank you." You managed to say despite her rude behavior.

"Whatever." Ingrid replied and instantly began ignoring you again. “Most of the party is outside but there are people in the main living room too." She said directing the dialogue to Folaki.

The two of you followed Ingrid but were admiring the house and decor at the same time. Bjorn was the first to spot you guys when you entered the living room that led to the backyard pool area. He rushed past some people with a beer in hand and before you could even greet him, he swooped Folaki over his shoulder one handed.

She laughed and begged him to let her down but he refused.

"Feel free to mingle Y/N, I'm taking her to meet some friend of mine." An energetic Bjorn said he carried your friend outside.

Since Ingrid had already walked away, you were standing all alone. It was a bit awkward because you didn't see anyone you recognized. You wandered around until you eventually found yourself in the kitchen. Boy was it massive. Thankfully, it was empty and boasted numerous types of alcohol, mixers and beverages on the island. You could also see various beer brands in the see-through fridge.

You helped yourself to a Heineken since the opener was on the counter. It wasn't the fanciest of beverages but it was one you knew you could handle at least. As you drank, you watched the partiers by the pool through the massive arched window. It wasn’t long before you heard some shuffling of feet behind you. You turned to see who it was and there stood Ivar leaning on his crutch and gazing at you.

“Just, great!” You thought.

Since you were in no mood for another round of insults, you turned your attention back to the window.

"Passive-Aggressive. Can't say I'm surprised. You seem like the type." Ivar said.

You could hear him walk closer to you and stop by your side. Determined to not respond, you fixated your eyes on the action outdoors. Despite you ignoring him, he continued on.

"I bet you always try to please everyone even though no one appreciates it."

You became very irritated and clenched your jaw. Not just because you found him insufferable but because he was actually correct. Despite this fact, you wanted him to leave you alone.

"That's why you get nervous around people. You hide from people so much that you don't know how to behave when you're forced to interact socially." Ivar added. "Do you want to know how I know this?"

"Not really." You replied in a cold manner.

Ivar smiled and sipped some of the iced liquor he had in his glass.

"You're so easy to read Y/N. I can see right through you." He chuckled as he crinkled his nose and brows.

"Look, if you're going to start insulting me again, then...." You were at a loss for what to say next and pursed your lips in frustration.

Ivar was quite amused by your expression and laughed.

"See. You just proved point Y/N. He smiled. "You truly are entertaining.” He smiled and leaned closer to you. “Min skæve mus.” (Danish: My timid mouse)

You had no idea what the hell he called you in his native tongue but you didn’t care. You were totally fed up with his nonsense and definitely had your fill for one night. At the club, you had to put up with his bullshit because he was a patron. But not here. This was a party and you were not going to spend it near him another minute.

You turned to leave as Ivar continued gloating.

However, his smile quickly changed to a grimace as pain shot through his body. He audibly gasped which caused you to turn around. As you watched, you noted that he was looking at the ground and moving very slowly towards the island. Certainly not his usual body language despite being on a crutch.

“Ivar?”

He didn’t reply but instead tried to place the glass in his hand on the counter. The ice clanked together as his hand trembled violently. He lost his grasp on it, and the sound of shattering glass echoed in the kitchen.

“Ivar!” You hurried to his side. “Say something.”

Still he said nothing. But he didn’t need to. When he looked at you, you could see the pain in his blue eyes. It must have been very bad to say the least because he seemed unable to say anything to you. You were quite alarmed at was happening to him. You patted the back of his hand that was griping the island in hopes of offering some comfort.

“I’ll go find one of your brothers.”

Before you could leave his side however, Ivar grabbed your wrist with some force. It wasn’t intentional. It was only due to the extreme amount of agony he was in. Letting go of your wrist, he motioned for you to come closer to his side. Once you had done so, he placed his arm around your shoulder for support and began walking with you.

“Take….take me to my room.” He grunted in-between the bouts of pain. “My stuff is there.”

You nodded as the two of you left the kitchen. You had to let him stop time-to-time due to the discomfort but eventually, with his instruction, you made it to the room. You carefully set him down on the bed as you waited for him to tell you what to do. Throwing his crutch to the ground, Ivar pointed to a large Louis Vuitton duffle. When you unzipped it, you realized it was full of medical supplies. Gauze pads, bandages, antiseptic, alcohol swabs and things of that nature.

Carefully, you listened to his directions about what items were needed and gathered them all. Once you had finished, you laid everything beside him on the bed and knelt down on the floor by his legs. Looking up at Ivar with concern, you waited for him to tell you what to do next.

“You……you can go…..now.” He said with a contorted expression and labored breathing. “I’ll……do it myself.”

You were dumbfounded. There was no way that someone in as much pain as he was in, was going to be able nurse himself.

“What? That’s crazy!” You said with worry. “Let me at least get that girl…..your girlfriend, to help you.”

Despite being in pain, Ivar slightly chuckled and shook his head. He was really in agony and you could see the sweat forming on his forehead.

“She…doesn’t like...medical things.” He said as he grabbed a pair of disposable gloves and a medical mask. “It’s okay. I….I know what to do.” He winced.

“Fine! I won’t get her but I’m not leaving. You said firmly. “I’ll do it for you.”

Before Ivar could reject your offer, you grabbed another mask and put it on, you also snatched the gloves out of his hand. He opened his mouth as if he was going to say something but stopped himself.

“Okay. Just tell me what to do one step at a time.” You said.

Putting on a mask as well, Ivar looked at you with hesitation but reluctantly removed the hard brace on his right leg. Since he was wearing basketball shorts, it was easy to access his leg properly. Gently, you unwound the bandages as he watched you quietly only making noise when he felt some discomfort. He was mainly quiet because he wasn’t sure how you were going to react to his numerous scars. Despite your touch being very gentle, he was beginning to regret allowing you to see something only a handful of people had seen.

Once you had disposed of the last of the old bandages, you finally saw the extent of his issue. From what you could tell, he had been through countless surgeries due to the amount of scars. Many went further up towards his upper thigh. In front of you now was a recent operation because you could see bolts on each side of his knee and fresh sutures.

“Okay, I’m listening.” You said.

It didn’t take long for you to clean, treat and reapply his bandages as he talked you through the process. As you worked cautiously, Ivar couldn’t take his eyes off you the entire time. When you had fastened the last of the new bandage, you lightly patted Ivar’s foot to let him know you were done. He removed his mask and balled it up in his hand without saying anything.

When you stood up and looked down at him, you were very surprised by his expression. He was looking at you in an oddly serene manner.

“I think the topical painkiller will kick in soon enough.” You said removing your mask. “If you hadn’t been drinking, you would have been able to take your Vicodin.” You slightly giggled sitting on the bed next to him.

You hesitated a moment, unsure about touching him as he sat in silence, but then began rubbing his back.

“Are you starting to feel better now?” You asked as you continued rubbing his back in the same manner your dad often did when you weren’t feeling well.

It was something that you were good at. Comforting people and making them feel better even in the worst of situations. Your parents had always praised you about that, if nothing else. You felt Ivar’s forehead with the back of your hand as he eyed you guardedly.

“Well, there’s no fever. That’s a good sign.” You smiled warmly and stroked his cheek “So quiet all of a sudden? You smiled. “Guess you’re not a roaring lion all the time, huh?”

You stood up and began gathering all the wrappers when suddenly the door to the room flung open. Ubbe and Hvitserk entered with drinks in hand. Ubbe looked at Ivar and then to you with an inquisitive expression. That was until he saw the wrappers and such you were placing in a medical waste bag.

“The pain again? Ubbe asked Ivar.

“Yes. I was going to take care of it myself but…well…Y/N insisted on helping.”

Hvitserk sauntered over to you once you stood up and wrapped his arm around your waist. You had your guard up instantly because of what Ivar had said back at the club. His “low-hanging fruit” comment was stuck in the back of your mind. “I was worried that you had left the party early.” He said. “Thanks for taking care of Ivar.” Hvitserk removed his hand from your waist and took you by the hand. “Come on. I want you to show you something.”

“Feel better Ivar.” You shouted as Hvitserk wasted not time in dragging you from the room.

Ivar sat in silence on the bed avoiding eye contact with Ubbe. He hated how his older brother pried into everything and was always getting in his head.

“Are you alright, brother?”

“Of course I am alright! Why wouldn’t I be? An irritated Ivar snapped. “As I have told you before, one mother is enough.”

“I know. Just trying to show some concern for my little brother. Ubbe said as looked at his drink and then Ivar. “So, anything you want to tell me?”

Since Ivar knew what his brother was driving at, he ignored him. Ubbe titled his head and studied Ivar a few moments before speaking again.

“Well, I will be by the pool if you need me. I Hope you can join the party again.”

Ivar was clenching his jaw but Ubbe couldn’t see it since he was already near the bedroom door. When Ivar didn’t respond, he left him to be alone with his thoughts.

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When Hvitserk finally dragged you to the front driveway, he walked you past some of the parked cars to an area full of balloons on the ground. Your eyes nearly jumped out of your head when you spotted the Bugatti.

“My dad got it for me. You want to go for a ride?” He asked as he placed his forehead against yours.

A freakin luxury car! He had just received car that cost more than most people’s homes and yet there he was acting like it was a common occurrence.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea. Folaki will wonder where I went off to.”

Hvisterk scoffed and informed you that she was in the capable hands of his eldest brother Bjorn. He let go of your hand and spun you into his arms so that you were face-to-face. With your chest pressed firmly against his, you prepared yourself to reject his advances.

“Trust me, I don’t think she’ll be looking for us anytime soon.” He added as he brushed his nose against yours for an Eskimo kiss.

Sensing you tense up, he pulled you in closer and sensually caressed the small of your back with his hands.

“Okay. Time to end this.” You asserted in your mind.

“Do you have to be so close to speak to me. It’s...it’s making me uncomfortable.”

“That’s because you like me.” His blue eyes twinkled with boldness as he responded.

You weren’t surprised by his straightforward assertion. His entire family seemed to be comprised of a bunch of Alpha Males.

“Thanks for making assumptions.” You replied making Hvitserk grin. “Besides you don’t even know if I have a boyfriend.”

“Why would I care? I’m the better option, regardless.”

“That....that’s really arrogant.” You said a bit amused at his confidence.

Before you could speak, you felt Hvitserk’s lips press against yours. He gave you succession of soft, probing kissing that urged you to respond. In-between the pecks, he commanded you in a hushed and irresistible tone.

“Kiss me Y/N.”

Against every bit of logical advice you had given yourself the entire night, you parted your lips and soon found yourself engulfed in one of the most passionate kisses you had ever experienced. His kiss made you feel like you were on fire. You let out little moans that made him kiss you with more urgency. He moved his hands from your waist up to your face and caressed your cheeks with his hands. Breaking the kiss a moment, Hvitserk looked down at you with passion in his eyes. With both of you sensually gasping, you stared at one another.

He rubbed his thumb against your bottom lip and then parted them slightly. Hvitserk then leaned down and licked your lips in one swift motion before pulling you in for more. You wrapped your arms around his neck out of instinct as he moved his hands back down your waist again. The two of you were lost in the fiery embrace until a female voice broke the quiet of the night.

“What the fuck?!”

Hvitserk stopped and you both turned to the direction where the voice came from. There stood a blonde woman with a scowl that could kill.

“Margrethe.” He said a bit startled. “What, are you doing here?”

“Ivar invited me.”

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prettymuchdolansbitch · 6 years ago

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Love to Lie (Nick Mara)

A/N: So this is my first PRETTYMUCH / Nick Mara imagine &&& I'm worried 🥶 hopefully you guys like it ! Thank you for reading💖

Being the girlfriend of a famous popstar who was in a boyband was tough. You knew it and so did Nick, but you fought through it. His late night practices and tours were always getting in the way of you being together. To add on, college didn't help on your end. You always debated on seeing Nick or going to class.

You never minded though. You would do anything for the boy. He had you wrapped around his finger. When they announced that they were going on their own tour, you were ecstatic. Except for the fact that the semester just started and you barely had time to go to any of the shows.

Luckily, some time cleared up so that you can see the Anaheim show. After that you weren't going to know the next time you would see your boyfriend. His family hit you up mid-October to see if you were able to fly out and surprise Nick along with the rest of his family.

This made you the happiest girl alive. You've only met his family twice and they wanted to see more of you. You agreed and flew out to NY for their show. The family got to see soundcheck and spend a little time with Nick before he had to perform. That's when you came in, he was happy but you knew something was bothering him deep down. To be honest, you probably knew him more than he knew himself.

The surprise was a success and you got to see your boyfriend again. Going back to school was a struggle because all you wanted was to be in bed with Nick talking about anything. While studying, you simply played with your 6-month anniversary necklace that he got you. It was a simple gold chain with the letter "N" hanging from it.

Skip a few weeks to the weekend before Thanksgiving. You and Nick were still going strong, but he was being more dry than usual. You thought it was you overreacting, but you couldn't be more wrong.

You've been asking Nick for the past week if you should come out to see their last show. You dropped hints waiting for him to say something along the lines of "Can you come to our last show?" but you never got it. You eventually just asked him if you could go. He flat out rejected you.

"Baby as much as I would love for you to come to the last show, it's just going to be so hectic and crazy. I don't want you to get hurt. I have to go, were rehearsing. Love you" That was pretty much how the conversation went. You were devastated, but you accepted. He was only looking out for you.

It's now November 18th and Nick hasn't called or texted all day. It's the last show day and you knew they've been in Boston for the past 2 days. Nick was being choppy on FaceTime last night and you were actually starting to worry.

You and your roommates decide to have a little Friendsgiving before you all were going to head home for break. While you were playing Just Dance with your roomies, you decide to go live and share the experience of having funny ass roommates.

You were reading comments and it was the usual. Until questions came up about Nick.

"Why aren't you at the last show?"

- "Nick thought it would be too hectic for me to be there and that he probably won't even see me."

"PLS FOLLOW ME I LOVE UUUU"

"NOTICE MEEEEEEE💙💙💙💙💙💙💕💕💕💕💕"

- "Love you (random user)"

"How's Nick?"

- "Doing good"

"u single?"

"Did you know alexys is there?"

"teaaaaa"

"alexys is in Boston to 👀🤭"

"I LOVE YOUUUUUUUU"

You felt your heart breaking at each comment about Alexys being in Boston. You end the live and look for any proof before you go ballistic. Going on your explore page, you see her selfie that was obviously taken on snap.

"5:45 Boston" The filter said. Jasmine was your best friend in the house. She knew something was up. She saw what you were looking at and she saw what you saw on the live. You kept scrolling to see if there was anything else. A fan posted a video of Alexys talking to people on a balcony. The balcony in the venue the boys were at.

Jas saw you shook up. "Hey, do you wanna go to the bar? Maybe take your mind off things?" You nod and plug your phone in the charger. You got ready and took off for the night.

After recovering from a hangover, you packed everything you thought you would need for the next week. You decided you were going home earlier than everyone. You didn't want to be anywhere near Nick's house when they got home. Your apartment/school was 20 minutes from the PRETTYMUCH house.

You have yet to talk to Nick. You assumed he was busy because of flights and stuff. But you also assumed the worst. After saying goodbye to your roomies for the week, you packed up your car and drove off.

Nick

He was definitely nervous to see you. He was scared to see your reaction and tell you that he loves you. The boys landed the morning after their last show. They all went home and decided to rest for the day. Nick on the other hand was already out the door to see you.

He got to your apartment and didn't see your car. He wasn't too suspicious, he just assumed you didn't park where you normally did. As he's walking up the driveway, the door opens. Nick kind of freezes and waits to see if it's you. Turns out it was only Jas.

Jas lays her eyes on the one and only Nick Mara. "Hey Jas, is -" She already knew what he was there for. "She's not here. Even if she was, wouldn't let you in anyways." Jas throws her bags into the trunk of her car.

"I just have to -" He got interrupted by Jas slamming her trunk. "Listen here, you have some nerve showing up here with the stunt you pulled last night. She was upset over a douche like you. But like I said, she's not here. She went home." Jas opened her car door.

"I thought she doesn't go home until Wednesday?" He said looking at the window that led to your room. "Plans change don't they." Jas was in her car and she zoomed off.

Nick hopped into his car and drove the two hours to your hometown. When he got there, he was even more nervous. He saw your brother was home too. Nick finally made it to the door and knocked slowly.

He heard the locks turning and his stomach fluttered, excited to see your beautiful face. Instead he was met with your older brother, Kai.

"Hey man. Is -" "I should really deck you right now, but I won't." Nick nodded and looked at his feet. "Who are you being a dick to this early -" You push the door wider and you see the face you were dreading to see all day. "Hm. Nevermind."

"You got this?" Kai said to you. "I'll be fine." you stepped out and sat on one of the chairs that were on the porch. Nick followed suit and sat in the chair next to you. You stay staring out at the neighborhood in front of you, waiting for Nick to say something.

"How was the last show?" You ask starting the conversation. "It was good, crazy like I said it would be." Nick was rubbing his hands together because of how clammy they were.

"Listen, I am so sorry that -" "Nick we're done." You blurted it out before you could even think. He was in shock. Nick never thought he would hear those words come from your mouth.

"What? Why?" He said leaning foward. "Did you seriously just ask me why we're done Nick? You lied to me, your own girlfriend. Also I looked like an idiot because I didn't even know your ex was going to be there. Not like she had a right to be there, but whatever." You scoffed at him.

"I know it looks bad, but I can explain." "Looks bad? Really? I don't need an explanation. Like I said we are done." You got up this time to go back inside the house and never see this kid again. "But I love you"

You felt the cold metal on your neck and realized you almost forgot. You unclasped the necklace and held it in your hand. "Nick, if you really loved me, there wouldn't have been an option for you to choose. We've been dating for months, and you still had the thought of choosing between me and your ex? Thought you were over that when you asked me to be your girlfriend. You obviously don't love me, at least not like I loved you. It shouldn't take you seeing your ex to make you realize that you love me. " You turned and put the necklace in his hands.

"I'll always support you and the boys, but as of right now, I want nothing to do with you. Goodbye Nick." you actually left him this time. You shut the door and slid down the door, crying for real this time.

#prettymuch #nick mara #brandon arreaga #austin porter #edwin honoret #zion kuwonu

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wingedentropy · 6 years ago

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A phone review

Hi! So I don't really know where else to write this to get it to where its going to reach a decent audience besides making an account for some random Tech Review stuff so I'm just going to leave this here.

This is my personal phone review of the LG Harmony. (Which is noteable no longer being sold in stores and was replaced by its predecessor Harmony 2).

Just for reference. I've roughly had this phone for a good Year and a little over 2 months now as I got it as a Christmas present on Christmas 2017.

I would also like to note some of the things I am experiencing could easily just be because of old apps I had installed in the past. Such as keyboard modifiers.

So. Over all the time ive had this phone. It has steadily decreased in about every area where it shouldn't. So. I'm going to go over all of these as a general warning to NOT buy this phone if there are any left on shelves.

*Camera. As somebody who originally wanted a camera and not a phone when I got my first one. Phones having decent cameras are everything to me. The rear camera is still fairly okay to me. But its autofocus is absolutely terrible. But if you take it off if you're a noob like me its pretty hard to get it to focus at all. The front camera is the modern day equivalent of having potato quality. The pictures come out so pixelated that many of my friends with acne appear to have clear skin due to how obviously pixeled it is. (Like. You can SEE individual pixels if you look at it)

*Battery. My Battery life is still pretty good. If I take my phone off the charger at about 6:30 in the morning and use it not heavily but regularly all the way until schools ends at 3:10 I can end thr day anywhere from 60% to 30% which isn't too bad. It charges pretty slow when running applications now however which is a bummer.

*Have I mentioned my keyboard? Awhile ago I started having this issue where my phone would not register my custom keyboard I had downloaded so I switched back to the regular keyboard that comes with the phone. And the keyboard. Is. Bad. My phone has started to not even pull up the keyboard for a solid two minutes when I go to type on an app. The only place I've currently found where I dont have this issue is writing in my notepad.

*Space. All phones eventually hit the point where they go "okay you don't have enough space delete pictures" and you go "he'll no!" And hopefully if youre a sensible person buy a memory card. Let me tell you, I can not remember that for my life. So I have to work with what I'm given. I check the things that take up the most space on my phone and *surprise surprise* the top two things is the ACTUAL PHONE. That I can't fix. The next thinf is usually whatever app I use most that day. But even then it uses considerably less than the actual phone processes.

*My phone is now very bad at giving me notifications. My Tumblr notifications seem okay. They arent the best but Tumblr is a sh*tshow rn so I'm willing to put that aside. But I physically am noy notified when I get a text regardless of if my phone is on vibrate or not. It will not sound alert and won't show up on my lock screen. You'll only see the numver on your text box go up. So I hope you check your phone a lot.

*also calls. When my phone is on silent and IN MY HAND. It will drop calls as if they never even happened on my side. Which is infuriating.

Long story short to my 3AM phone rant. Please dont buy this phone. Use a bit more money and get something slightly better quality if you want something that will last you more than a year solidly. (The issues started appearing before the year mark anyway)

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wafflesetc · 7 years ago

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Closing Time - Chapter 8 (AO3)

Claire Beauchamp is a second year medical student. Due to many late nights with her clinicals, and studying for her pharmacology class, she’s at wits end. One Friday night she decides not to join Joe Abernathy and her other friends out at Church, their local hangout spot, but instead winds up in a dive bar close to her flat with a very nice whisky selection. In fact, one of the best one she’s ever seen. When the bartender calls her ‘Sassenach’ and pours her a double, Claire gets a feeling in her chest she’s never felt before.

I woke on Monday feeling like a new person. All my problems and turmoil that Frank had caused over the past few months seemed to have been peeled away by the random appearance Jamie had made in my life.

As I entered the hospital, I felt the buzz of my phone in my jacket. I smiled as I read ‘Jamie’ on the screen.

‘I ken ye are gonna be a busy lass all week, but just know I am very excited to see ye Thursday. I have a few meetings late tonight so dinna feel the need to reply… Just ken ye will be on my mind. Counting down the minutes to Thursday, Sassenach. XX’

Geillis caught me walking in, and smiled at me giving me a look that said ‘I know what you did this weekend.’ I could feel my cheeks turning bright red hoping this week went by faster than the speed of sound.

By Thursday, I had spoken to Jamie twice on the phone for no longer than a brief 3 minutes each call before my exhaustion had set in and I had fallen asleep on my end of the line.

My feet ached, I could see the bags under my eyes, and I hadn’t washed my hair in three days. I was making rounds on the peds floor and by noon had been vomited on three times. I had eaten half my lunch before one of my patients had coded and by the time I got back to my leftovers, they were cold, my patient had been declared dead and I had to run to my exam.

I walked out my exam, feeling like I had done well but beyond ready to go home. I wrapped my jacket around my waist, pulling my hair out of its bun and slipping a beanie on. It was only the late afternoon, but Scotland was said to be getting more snow and the chilly air was making its way into the city.

I glanced down at my phone, 4:45 — I had just enough time to make it home, hopefully take a shower and wait for Jamie to show up with some kind of take out food.

I fast walked the few blocks to my flat and tossed my bag and belongings in the entry way. I quickly glanced down at my phone and had my mood instantly lifted when I saw a text from Jamie.

‘Finishing a meeting with a gin distributor, then headed to get Chinese and will be at your place in about an hour. Stay away for me, Sassenach.’

I smiled as I typed my response.

‘Just got home, going to take a quick shower and start some laundry. It’s supposed to start snowing soon, drive safe.’

I watched the three little bubbles appear rather quickly and his response zoomed in.

‘As ye say, see you soon.’

I plugged my phone into the charger and made my way to the shower.

I took a thorough shower: washed my hair, shaved my legs, and spent ten minutes just soaking up the warmth as the stressful week was figuratively washed off my body.

As I got out of the shower, I put on my oldest and most favorite pair of pajamas. They had a hole on the front from where the pocket was starting to come undone and the grey pants that matched were faded more than I cared to admit.

I shuddered at the memory of the last time I had worn these- Frank had planned on staying the night and surprising me. I had come home from class, thrown them on, and he had threatened to sleep on the couch if I actually wore them to sleep.

‘No lady should sleep in material… like that.’ He had angrily stammered at me as he pointed to my over worked and tired form. I had been angry but craving some kind of intimacy, so I had obliged and done as he wished.

Now, I didn’t care anymore and proudly put them on. While I knew Jamie was attracted to me, which was a given, I knew he would never say such a thing or comment on my choice of pajamas to me. For really, what did it matter what I wore to sleep?

“Just another reason the two of you are so vastly different.” I said to nobody but myself as I wrapped a robe around my body.

I meandered to the kitchen, glancing at the clock and figured I had another fifteen minutes or so until Jamie was showing up with our food.

I opened a beer and plopped myself down on the couch, settling to watch the local news.

I woke up on the couch startled and looked down at my watch, 1:05AM. I must have fallen asleep without knowing. I reached and turned the side lamp on and looked around the living room. There was no take out food, no big Scot sleeping next to me, everything was how it had once been. Jamie hadn’t shown.

I felt a ball in my stomach turn, while I didn’t know him all that well — I knew in my gut that James Fraser was not the sort of guy for standing me up or any girl up. This was not his style at all.

I unlocked my phone and was bombarded with texts.

Geillis “Claire, call me back!” and three phone calls from her.

Mary had texted me “Let me know if you need anything.”

I felt a lump in my throat as I noticed all the notices from Joe —

10 missed phone calls from Joe. 17 texts from him.

The knot in my stomach turned into knives as I read the last text Joe had sent me.

“Lady Jane, I know it’s late. Jamie had an accident. I was on trauma tonight with the attendings. Right now he is stable, but he is in critical condition. Gail’s going to pick you up and bring you here. I will give you all the details when I see you. Bring a change of clothes, I have your shifts covered for the weekend.”

And it was in that moment, my entire world was turned upside down.

#Outlander #Jamie x Claire #Closing Time #Closing Time AU #Jamie Fraser #Claire Fraser #Outlander AU #I'm just going to leave this here and then go into a corner because you all are going to get made at me

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kichanzo · 4 years ago

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Infinix Zero 8 Review – The Devil is in the Details

Infinix Zero 8 DEALS

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It’s obvious to those that read my reviews that I’m not a fan of either Infinix or Tecno. But with the Infinix Zero 8, it seems that they have realised that 2020 is the year of the Camera phone.

Just in case you think I hate Infinix phones, here is a sample of what people say about them.

What people say about infinix phones

https://bit.ly/336ryKJ

Of course you can’t ignore the fact that Kenyans spend their time complaining on Facebook. Neither can you ignore the fact that one should be changing their Smartphone every 3 years and not wait until it dies.

That’s one of the reasons I got interested in the new Infinix Zero 8. It’s a competitor to the new Tecno 16 Premier. Hopefully, this review shall make it easier to make an informed choice.

What You Will Read

Things to Consider Before Buying A Mid Range Phone in Kenya

Infinix Zero 8 Specifications

Chipset /iOS and Performance

Display and Design

Battery Life and Performance

Camera and Video Capabilities

Infinix Zero 8 Price in Kenya

What Comes with the Zero 8

Alternatives to the Infinix Zero 8

Samsung Galaxy M31s

Tecno Camon 16 Premier

Nokia 5.3

Our Verdict

Things to Consider Before Buying A Mid Range Phone in Kenya

For most manufacturers, mid-range phones are their bread and butter. They have better specs than than cheap smartphones but at the same time keep costs lower. Some of the things you should consider before you buy one include:

The Processor Type – A better processor means a better performing phone for you.

RAM – You are likely to stay with a mid-range phone for some time. A minimum of 4GB RAM is what I would suggest. Unless, you want to spend your weekends cleaning old files.

Battery Size – A good mid-range phone should have the battery capacity you need to do your work. In 2020, I’d suggest you take a look at phones with quick charging features.

The Price – Price matters and at between 25k to 35k you should get a durable phone that you will take pride in.

Brand – Yes, the brand matters. Android update frequency, user interface and brand value does matter in mid-range phones.

Choose wisely as one of the main reasons you buy a mid-range phone is longevity. It is not fun buying a ksh. 25k phone that breaks after a year. Trust me, I’ve been there and it’s not fun.

Which brings us to the Infinix Zero 8

It’s coming into an already crowded mid-range phone sector. We already have the Samsung M31, Huawei Y8p and my favorite Nokia 7.2. But I have to say, this a better offering than it’s predecessors.

Infinix Zero 8 Specifications

Display: 6.85 inches 1080 x 2460 pixels | CPU: Octa-core (2×2.05 GHz Cortex-A76 + 6×2.0 GHz | RAM: 8 GB | Storage / Expandable: 128GB, 256GB, 512GB / Yes | Rear camera: 64 MP (wide) + 8 MP (ultrawide) + 2 MP (macro) + 2 MP (depth | Front camera: 48 MP, f/2.2, (wide), 1/2.0″, 0.8µm | Platform: Android 10 | Battery life: Li-Po 4500 mAh, non-removable

infinix zero 8 in kenya

Chipset /iOS and Performance

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The Zero 8 comes with Android 10 but they have to include their custom XOS 7 skin. I don’t mind an Android 10 but the XOS 7 skin can be annoying at times. The moment you turn on the phone, you get tens of notifications from apps that you will never use.

It will take you some time to set it up the way you wish to. Every app seems to come with it’s own permissions settings. If you forget to to turn them off, you end up with more notifications. This can be great for people who want to seem busy. But it’s a put off for those who are truly busy. In my view, those extra apps and permission settings need to go. Who knows what type of data I give access to the moment I turn it on.

Having said that, I do like the parental controls features on the phone. It’s not easy controlling kids with access to phones. It allows you to setup strict gaming parameters.

It also has a clever background resource optimization scheme. This lets you select apps that you want and app that you don’t want. Very handy when you need to control access to your apps.

The Infinix Zero 8 is based on a Mediatek MT6785 Helio G90T chipset. It performs very well compared to others such as Redmi Note 8 and even the Samsung A21s. That came as a surprise.

The performance of this chipset is truly a surprise. Of course you can’t compare it to the higher end brands. However, if you need a phone with a smooth experience without the price tag, then it’s a good choice.

Display and Design

Though it’s plastic and I do hate plastic based phone, it does come with a unique design especially at the back. It’s cameras have been setup in a diamond shape that looks kinda cool. But the plastic will make you keep a wiper handy. Smudges and fingerprints are part of owning the phone.

I still can’t get my head around the plastic though. The camera bump requires proper placement on a surface or at least a larger than normal phone case.

Having said that, the phone feels study and easier to handle than previous Infinix phones which were the very definition of bulky. It is heavier on the lower side but that’s OK seeing that it comes with better features at the price range.

It comes in different colors such as Silver Diamond, Black Diamond, and Green Diamond. Someone in the company was really stuck on the diamonds this time.

Battery Life and Performance

Inside, the 4500mAh large-capacity battery matches your pace through the day, and with its 33W SuperCharge speed, Zero 8’s battery recharges rapidly even when you only have 30 minutes to top up. #InfinixZERO8KE#VisionMaster pic.twitter.com/yzSR322Sei

— InfinixKenya (@InfinixKenya) September 7, 2020

Infinix has stuck to it’s original specs. They just love huge batteries. At 4500 mAh it’s not their biggest but will do very well for those who hate charging their phones. One extra cool thing is that it also has fast charging capabilities. For those who love big batteries, this is a great choice of phone.

According to GSM Arena, they weren’t very impressed with the excessive battery size versus the phone perfromance

However, the flip side of the story is that the Zero 8 is clearly leaving unused battery life on the table and outright wasting it in its 90Hz mode. That’s not a stab at the 90Hz mode, directly, though. It does what it is supposed to do – manually fix the refresh rate at 90Hz regardless of what is currently on screen, like a video player, playing our 24ish fps sample video GSM Arena.

In other words, better battery life does not equate to better performance. My pet peeve with these huge phones with huge batteries.

The saving grace is the 33W charger that allows you to fully charge in about an hour 20 minutes. For people like me who charge phones when asleep or in the office, it isn’t that great.

However, it’s a must have for those always on the go as it allows you to get to at least 50% charge in half an hour.

Camera and Video Capabilities

All their adverts are selling the camera capabilities. And unfortunately one is judged by their own words. You can’t compare this to the Samsung Galaxy Note 20 Ultra but the Zero 8 has made a major step towards creating quality phones.

The phone design is not a mistake. They wanted to show that they can compete with the big brands known for camera quality. But having tested the Samsung M and A series, the phone still has some ways to go.

The Infinix Zero 8 can capture video at up to 4K@30fps on its main camera. The video as you can see below is not that great.

But for vloggers in Kenya, the selfie camera mode is great. They have done a great job with the front camera with a lot of color and auto focus. It’s great for a starter phone without those huge bills from the Samsung brands.

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Infinix Zero 8 Price in Kenya

Launched on August 28th 2020, the current price of the Infinix Zero 8 in Kenya is about ksh. 28500 to 29000. This is one of their most expensive phones based on it’s new features.

You can check out our other other reviews of the latest smartphones in Kenya

What Comes with the Zero 8

I personally like the quick charger at 33w. But as usual Infinix goes further than other brands when it comes to accessories

Free Wireless Ear Bud

Free Bluetooth Speaker Black Diamond

Charger

Ear Phone

Manual

Alternatives to the Infinix Zero 8

As stated earlier, the mid-range smartphones market in Kenya is very competitive. It’s harder for brands that are known for cheap phones try to compete in the sector. There are a few great alternatives to the phone not least being the Samsung Galaxy M and A series phones

Samsung Galaxy M31s

It’s hard to fault the M31s. If you really do need that extra battery power, then the 6000 mAh in the Galaxy M31s should satisfy you. They are priced in the same range but the M31s is a superior option.

The only problem is that you can only find a Dubai version in Kenya which doesn’t come with a warranty.

If warranties matter to you, then stick to the Zero 8

Tecno Camon 16 Premier

This was released just 2 days before the Zero 8. The phones are exactly the same in terms of specs. No wonder as they are both owned by the same Transission holdings company. If the brand name matters to you then you have a choice between the two phones.

Nokia 5.3

I am biased towards Nokia phones but this a review of the Zero 8 not a personal opinion. The Nokia 5.3 is just as good and in areas such as the camera build, 3x better. It’s a study phone and comes at a lower price point. The only difference is the battery size at 4000 mAh.

But I’m sure a difference of 15 minutes in battery life won’t deny you the pleasure of owning the better phone.

Our Verdict

There is a huge improvement in the Infinix Zero 8 in Kenya over previous versions of their phones. But one can’t escape that nagging feeling that there’s always something left on the table by Infinix and Tecno phones.

Granted they serve a huge market for those who cannot afford higher priced phones. This would be a good phone for someone who doesn’t care much about brand names and would prefer to have a smooth phones without gimmicks.

The Review

Infinix Zero 8

3.7 Score

The Infinix Zero 8 is surprisingly a great phone that performs as well as other higher priced models. Infinix seems to have upped their game with this new phone.

PROS

Good enough Camera

Great Videos at a Reasonable Price

CONS

It's an Infinix

Too much bloat in the XOS 7 Skin

Plastic Body

Review Breakdown

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Display

Camera

Performance

Value

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I was tagged again by @boijimin , thank you again :)

25 QUESTIONS TAG!

Question 1: do you have any pets? : yes as of right now I have a puppy at home who is very clumsy and I love him so much

Question 2: name three things that are physically close to you. : my phone, laptop, and charger because what else do I need

Question 3: what’s the weather like right now? : its 17 degrees Fahrenheit, and yet the sun is shining, having a good time not sharing its warmth with me

Question 4: do you drive? If so, have you crashed? : I only have my permit at the moment because I'm too lazy to take the official drivers test, but is crashing into a neighbors mailbox while driving a four-wheeler counts, then yes, yes I have

Question 5: what time did you wake up this morning? : at 9:22 this morning because my mother called my phone just to ask if I was awake lol thanks mother

Question 6: when was the last time you showered? : last night before bed and thank god because my house just ran out of heat and we are waiting for our oil delivery now

Question 7: what was the last movie that you saw? : Bedeviled with my friends after I told them it was a waste of their time since I've seen it already but nobody listens to me

Question 8: what do you last text message say? : “Not gonna lie, I lowkey like really low underground in hell chilling with Lucifer himself at a tea party miss you guys <3”

Question 9: what is your ringtone? : basic iPhone ringtone

Question 10: have you ever been to a different country? : I've been to Mexico and a few others I can't remember when I was younger on a cruise. I’m actually going on a cruise again this summer I just don't know the destinations

Question 11: do you like sushi? : I live for sushi that's not even a question.

Question 12: where do you buy your groceries? : Stop and Shop, Price Rite, or Food Bazar? I usually avoid going food shopping with my parents because I hate bringing in all the bags lmao

Question 13: have you ever taken any medication to help you fall asleep faster? : does NyQuil count? once when I was in a minor accident and I had a headache I was giving a pill? don't know what it was called actually.

Question 14: how many siblings do you have? : 4 actually. I have an older brother and sister as well as a younger brother and sister, but my older sister and brother are so much older and adults now, I’m more like the oldest since I still live at home and in college

Question 15: do you have a desktop computer or a laptop? : laptop!

Question 16: how old will you be turning on your next birthday? : 20 and my friends never forget to remind me since I’m the oldest

Question 17: do you wear contacts or glasses? : glasses. I want prescription contacts but honestly, I forget to wear my glasses half the time so it's for the best that I don't have something lost in my eye as well

Question 18: do you color your hair? : I’ve colored my hair once my freshman year of high school but I didn't take very well of my hair then so I doubt ill do it again. black hair suits me

Question 19: tell me something you are planning to do today. : clean and hopefully finish painting my kitchen

Question 20: when was the last time you cried? : a few days ago I cried while watching my Shinee on Hello Baby again. that show was what made me first fall fir Jonghyun when I was first introduced to Kpop and it still hurts to think about

Question 21: what is your perfect pizza topping? : I don't think I have one. pizza, in general, is great. nothing tops New Yor pizza anyways don't fight me on this

Question 22: which do you prefer, hamburger or cheeseburger: Cheeseburgers definitely

Question 23: have you ever had an all-nighter? : Kind of? I had this 10-page essay due before the end of the semester and had a week before finals begin so I stayed at the library until 2 AM to at least finish half and did the same thing two days later, but I stayed until 12 that time cause your girl needs sleep

Question 24: what is your eye color? : they’re brown but I like them and think its cool since my dad has green hazel eyes and my oldest siblings have the darkest colored eyes but as you go down the line of my siblings and me, you’ll notice that our eyes get lighter until you get to my little sister's eyes which are hazel

Question 25: can you taste the difference between Pepsi and Coke? : yes but I personally do not drink soda besides ginger ale but I don't even count that as soda

I’ll tag: @hobyi @hobi- @chimchams @lovingthekpoplife @jiminniemouse @iipandai and anyone that would like to participate, consider yourself tagged

again I randomly selected people so do not feel pressured if you do not wish to be apart of this tag

#tagged #thank you for tagging me #boijimin

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New Post has been published on https://www.packernet.com/blog/2020/04/23/final-mock-draft/

Final Mock Draft

I did a mock on the podcast earlier this week but considering I just released my final big board it makes sense to at least use it once to do a FINAL final mock draft. But enough with the formalities…

1. Bengals – Joe Burrow QB LSU

If this isn’t Burrow, all bets are off on this draft and this will go down as one of the biggest draft stunners in a long time.

2. Redskins – Chase Young EDGE Ohio State

I would say there is a slightly higher chance of a shocker here, especially with rumors that the Redskins are currently being offered some pretty sizable offers, but I’m still fairly confident this is the pick.

3. TRADE: Dolphins Receive Pick 3. Lions Receive Pick 5 and 26 Dolphins – Tua Tagovailoa QB Alabama

According to the trade charts, this is a massive over payment as a 2nd round pick would more than suffice but teams are pushing really hard to move up and the Dolphins will likely have to give up another first to get this done. Also, it makes round one more interesting so here we are. As for the pick, I feel as though I shouldn’t really need to elaborate. There are rumors that they are going to trade up for an OT, but that is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Not that it isn’t going to happen… just saying it’s stupid.

4. Giants – Jedrick Wills OT Alabama

The pick makes sense for several reasons. First, despite talk of other needs, tackle should be at or near the top. Add in the love Gettleman has for trench guys as well as big guys, the only real intersection of those factors is Wills and Becton. Wills is ranked #8 on my latest board. Becton is 14.

5. Lions – Jeffrey Okudah CB Ohio State

I’ve always felt a little iffy on this pick for several reasons and wouldn’t be surprised at all if they go another direction but at the very least it gives the Lions the ability to have to have a lock down corner group headed up by Okudah, with Trufant and the #2, and Coleman, who had success in Seattle, as their nickle corner.

6. Chargers – Justin Herbert QB Oregon

It’s a new era for the Chargers. Assuming they like Herbert, this is cut and dried. On the flip side, how many games does this team win with that terrible OL, Tyrod Taylor at QB, and a continually decreasing defense? My guess is not many. With that, I would probably draft either Simmons, Brown, or an OT and see what we can do at QB next year.

That’s me though, not what I expect the Chargers to do.

7. Panthers – Isaiah Simmons LB Clemson

The Panthers have a lot of needs but as I said in my mock earlier this week, this pick feels right. The guy who was fired the same year he drafted Luke Kuechly is now back with the Panthers and has the opportunity to draft the next freak LB.

8. TRADE: Jets Receive Pick 8. Cardinals Receive Pick 11 and 79 (3rd) Jets – Andrew Thomas OT Georgia

First off, there has been talk about a lot of teams looking to move down including the Cardinals but with who? Most will look to the Falcons with all the rumors of moving up but they aren’t going to do it just to do it. Rumor is they want to get up to 2 for Chase and I would guess they’d be willing to move up for Okudah but with them gone I’m not going to just move up for anyone. Henderson and Chaisson are great options but I’m not going up to 8 for them.

That leaves the fact that there are some top tier tackles available and the Jets feel the need to get up in front of the Jaguars and Browns, both OL needy teams, to get their guy who in this case I’m going to say is Thomas. I do have Wirfs higher on my board but I’m sticking with my gut.

9. Jaguars – Derrick Brown DT Auburn

This is a really tough pick. My first thought is to watch for Jacksonville to trade up because they have a ton of ammo including 2 1st round picks and 3 4th round picks. That said it really just came down to OT or DT. My hang up with OT is the fact that we’ve invested in a RT just last year and LT the year before. They aren’t good but are we giving up already? Beyond that, Brown is the better player, we love strong DL’s, we are getting thin there and might lose Ngakoue. We’ll be responsible and take the best available.

10. TRADE: Falcons Receive 10. Browns Receive 16 and 78 (3rd) Falcons – Javon Kinlaw DL South Carolina

The rumor about the falcons is that they want to trade up for an impact defender. In my book that’s a corner or pass rusher. Kinlaw, in my book, qualifies as a pass rusher. If we don’t want Kinlaw I don’t see a need to move up here but Kinlaw could legitamately be the pick for the Cardinals, Raiders, 49ers, and Bucs. He isn’t making it much longer. Now or never.

11. Cardinals – Tristan Wirfs OT Iowa

This might seem odd to trade away the pick that saw Andrew Thomas go just so we could take Wirfs, but in reality, Thomas, Brown, Kinlaw, and Wirfs are all great picks and we were offered a 3rd to move back 3 spots. We can’t miss. Wirfs was the last left on the list so that made our decision pretty simple.

12. Raiders – Ceedee Lamb WR Oklahoma

The Raiders surprised us last year but with the board the way it is, I’m comfortable going WR here (I took Kinlaw in my last mock). The question is who. For my money, I would take Jeudy but I’ll stick with my board that has Lamb as the 7th best prospect in this draft.

13. TRADE: Vikings Receive 13. 49ers Receive 25 and 58 (2nd) Vikings – Jerry Jeudy WR Alabama

I probably shouldn’t but the 49ers want to go back BAD. They have 2 1st round picks and nothing after that until the 5th. I wouldn’t be surprised if they trade back again. Still, the question is with who. The Jaguars and Eagles make sense but they have way too many needs to trade up for something they can get by staying put.

It really came down to the Vikings or make the pick and with the deep desire to move back I figured why not. Vikings are going to swing for the fences in 2020.

14. Buccaneers – Xavier McKinney S Alabama

We went out and got Tom Brady and Gronk to add to our group of Evans and Godwin. The offense is fine. Defense is now the biggest need and safety seems to be the most lacking. Even if it isn’t, with regard to value, this makes the most sense to me.

15. Broncos – Henry Ruggs WR Alabama

This has been speculated for some time and with Ruggs at the top of my board this has literally been the easiest pick since pick 2.

16. Browns – Patrick Queen LB LSU

I really hate all this nonsense about the Browns wanting to move back but I’m playing along. Seriously though, why? It’s a huge need and you’re in a great spot to get an elite tackle… but you’re going to wait for Ezra in the 2nd round? Dumb.

Anyways, need and value intersect nicely at Patrick Queen. The pick makes me sick but again, I’ll play along.

17. TRADE: Jaguars Receive 17. Cowboys Receive 20 and 116 and 157 Jaguars – Mekhi Becton OT Louisville

I said I didn’t want the Jags to trade up for Jeudy but at 17 we have to offer less (1 of our 3 4th round picks and 1 of our 2 5th round picks) and we get a bigger need in OT. I’m actually really happy with this from the Jaguars perspective. Also, Mekhi is very unlikely to make it past the Dolphins and there’s a big drop off at tackle after him.

As for the Cowboys, I just don’t ever feel good about anyone I pick for them here. Hopefully the decision will be easier at 20.

18. Dolphins – Justin Jefferson WR LSU

This isn’t my favorite pick in the world (thanks a lot Jaguars), but at the end of the day we need offensive help for our new QB. OL is the biggest need but there aren’t any that are a good value. The decision was Jefferson or trade back. Sorry Packers fans, but the decision was to stay put.

19. Raiders – C.J. Henderson CB Florida

Pretty solid value for a guy that is getting potential top 10 buzz. And that really is what it came down to. The Raiders have a good amount of needs and at the top is a talented corner. That’s the whole story…

20. Cowboys – K’Lavon Chaisson EDGE LSU

It’s a strange pick but I’m sticking with it. Bottom line, although we have a great edge rusher already, having two is not something anyone should complain about. He’s also one of very few talented rushers in this class so let’s do it.

21. Eagles – D’Andre Swift RB Georgia

I’m going out on a pretty massive limb here but essentially, I don’t see WR as as big of a need as everyone is making it out to be. Jackson, Whiteside, and Alshon are there and are locked up for some time. I thought hard about Murray here but there’s a glimmer of hope in TJ Edwards and plenty of prospects in the later rounds.

Swift to me makes sense from the perspective that he’s not just another weapon but a receiving weapon, which seems to be a thing, we have no RB options that are remotely exciting, and let’s not forget last year we traded for Jordan Howard who is now a Dolphins which should signal our need and desire for a RB.

22. Vikings – Kristian Fulton CB LSU

The biggest need for the Vikings is corner so this isn’t a terribly difficult decision. The fact that we can trade up for Jeudy and not completely abandon being responsible makes me feel even better about moving up.

23. Patriots – A.J. Epenesa EDGE Iowa

I made this pick in my last mock and it still makes the most sense to me. The Patriots lived off defense last year and the DL is certainly beginning to erode. Epenesa is also a versatile inside outside guy which fits what the Patriots like to do.

24. TRADE: Ravens Receive 24. Saints Receive 28 and 106 (3rd) Ravens – Denzel Mims WR Baylor

This definitely isn’t holding true to my board which has Mims at 41 behind Higgins, Aiyuk, and Reagor but I can’t exactly set aside all the rumors about Mims possibly going before 20. It’s also a good fit for the Ravens who need more WR help and a big body compliment to Hollywood.

As for the trade, the Ravens have a ton of ammo (2 2nds, 2 3rds, 2 4ths) and the Saints only have 5 picks this year with no 2nd round picks.

25. 49ers – Cesar Ruiz IOL Michigan

There is a lot of talk about the 49ers wanting to get some DT help to fill the void left by Buckner but they still have a stacked DL and also have another pick at 31. I’m looking at an interior OL that is sub par at best and filled with guys in the 28-30 year old age range.

With running the ball being as important as it is and IOL being as weak as it is in this draft, let’s just pull the trigger now.

26. Lions – Yetur Gross-Matos EDGE Penn State

The Lions just keep swinging at DL in the hopes of having something that resembles a competent unit with the ability to get the the QB. It’s funny to laugh about but in all seriousness if he pans out, with Okudah and Trufant… I don’t know. They might be not the worst ever this year.

27. Seahawks – Josh Jones OT Houston

Who knows what in the world the Seahawks will do but let’s just keep it simple. They still haven’t fixed the offensive line. Still. After all these years. So here I am again for the 50 billionth time in a row suggesting the Seahawks should look to improve the offensive line.

28. Saints – Ross Blacklock DL TCU

As I’ve said in every mock this year, the Saints don’t have a ton of needs. DL would be one area where some improvement wouldn’t kill them. They got some good players on the edge but the middle is a little soft. Blacklock should be an improvement against the run and also boost the pass rush moderately.

29. Titans – Zack Baun LB Wisconsin

This is an unusual pick with Murray still on the board but I struggled taking LB after the Ravens took Rashaan Evans in the 1st round just 2 years ago. Still it’s a big need and with Baun’s ability to rush off the edge I felt it was a good compromise with the Titans struggling off the edge as well.

30. Packers – K.J. Hamler WR Penn State

Ya that’s right I said it. Granted I’m doing what I want in this pick as opposed to what I think will happen but I can’t hype the guy up all year and not do this in my final mock. Ultimately I think Gute and his staff will look at Hamler and see 5’9″ and say “hard pass” but they also said they want a receiver that can do everything and to me that’s Hamler.

Hamler wouldn’t be the only 5’9 receiver to have success in the NFL by the way. Hollywood Brown is 5’9″ and nobody had an issue last year. Cole Beasley is also 5″9″ and Tyreek Hill is just an inch taller.

31. 49ers – Jalen Reagor WR TCU

I can feel the anger from Packers fans who are fans of Reagor, and for that I’m sorry. As for the pick, again, DT is supposedly a big want for the team but I just don’t like the value here. Reagor will make a solid replacement for the departed Emmanuel Sanders.

32. Chiefs – Kenneth Murray LB Oklahoma

There’s been a good amount of hate for Murray lately but this would be a great scenario for the Chiefs. They need help badly and Murray should be an instant upgrade.

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Only a Little Superstitious - Chapter Six

With my kids spending the week with my mother, I’m looking forward to some peace and quiet to get some writing and editing done. This ended up being a long chapter but there are a lot of little, very important things woven into his installment. Apologies to @killian-whump as there isn’t a whole lot of actual whump in this chapter - there is a little angst on Emma’s part, but don’t worry - I’m definitely not done with our injured pirate.

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Emma tried not to dally too long in the bathroom, not wanting to appear rude and be late when invited to dine by one's host. At least she now felt a tad more presentable although there really wasn't much she could do about her filthy blood-stained clothing at the moment. She was quite certain that Grandmother Sarah Bending Willow already sensed she was hiding something by not immediately removing her leather jacket but she couldn't take it off until she was in the privacy of the tiny bath, shrugging it off and carefully folding it to keep Killian's hook concealed within.

Now that they were on the Sun Valley floor, she retrieved her cell phone for the first time in hours knowing she needed to check in with her family and trying to keep a positive outlook when she glanced down to check the battery charge level. 45 percent – not bad considering she'd been out of range of a tower for so long. It would at least give her a few minutes to speak to her parents before she'd have to try to scrounge up a charger somewhere. What surprised her more than the battery indicator was the time displayed – nearly 6:30pm here in Arizona which meant it was after dark back home. Had it really been twelve hours since she and Killian had met her parents for breakfast at Granny's? It didn't seem plausible – unless the portal had somehow altered time for them? So many things made so little sense right now…

She ducked outside with her jacket balled up and tucked under her arm just in time to see Ranger Littlecreek climbing into his SUV to head back to work for the rest of his shift. He didn't have much time for farewells, but he promised he'd check back with her as soon as he could and assured her that Grandmother would take good care of them. Not having had a clock at the way station and pretty sure her cell phone time wouldn't have been reliable up on the mountain, Emma wanted to ask him what time it had been when he'd arrived at the cabin, but she decided to save that for later. Her story already sounded like the ramblings of a crazy person. Why add fuel to that fire?

So, she kept her question to herself and instead tapped the speed dial number for her father's phone.

"Emma!" her father answered a little too enthusiastically. "I'm so glad you found a way to call back. Are you okay?"

"Dad, I'm in Arizona, not another realm. Just had to get to a place with cell phone service. And to answer your question, we're fine for now. A Park Service Ranger found us and brought us down to the home of his Navajo grandmother who was kind enough to treat Killian's wound with some natural potions and herbs. He's sleeping again now…"

"Why didn't you go straight to a hospital" David sounded confused at her decision.

"Honestly, Dad, I was a little bit afraid to. When you said that the man who stabbed Killian followed us through the portal, all I could think of is that he's already hunting for us. The first place I would start searching would be hospitals and urgent care locations and until we know more, I just couldn't take the chance that this mystery person would think the same way. Have you learned anything more about this pair that started this mess?"

"Not yet. Regina hasn't gotten back in touch with us yet, but knowing her, she'll get a name out of our prisoner. Hopefully, we'll hear from her by morning."

"Okay. Call me or text me as soon as you know anything. I've got to try and find a charger for my phone and maybe some clean clothes if I can get to a store around here, but please, let everyone back home know that for now, we're safe."

"Try to stay that way," David insisted. "I'll call you as soon as we know anything else."

"Thanks, Dad," she said as she disconnected the call just as a grumble from her stomach reminded her that their gracious host had offered dinner and she wasn't about to decline that offer.

She hadn't thought of herself as being that ravenously hungry until she'd completely devoured the offered bowl of stew and a piece of bread that she could only describe as a thick, puffy tortilla that had been flash fried in oil. It was warm, crispy on the outside and chewy inside and was a perfect accompaniment for the savory stew - so good that it had her desperately wishing to ask for seconds but she didn't want to appear greedy or disrespectful.

"I honestly wish there were words to describe just how much we appreciate everything you're doing for us, Grandmother," Emma thanked her.

"It is my honor to provide my meager services to someone who has been so dedicated to helping people," the elder woman replied with a humble smile causing Emma to nearly choke on her last bite of fried bread. Just what exactly did this woman know about her?

"I've helped a few people get through some tough scrapes…"

"You chose to become Sheriff," Grandmother explained her earlier words. "I'm sure your decision to enter law enforcement has aided many?"

"I guess," Emma deferred. "I suppose I've never really thought of it that way." Okay – it was about her being a Sheriff, not a savior.

"You're allowed to take pride in what you do. A little bit of pride isn't harmful." Emma had to stifle a chuckle at the old woman's advice. If only she knew what her work really entailed.

"Thank you for the advice. I'll have to keep that in mind the next time I'm dragging a drunk out of the alley behind the Rabbit Hole," she responded with a wide grin as the elder woman began clearing dishes from the table. "May I ask you a question though?"

"Of course, child. You may as me anything – except my age." Grandmother said with a sly smile on her lips.

"Your grandson said that you'd had a vision of someone needing help up on the mountain and that you'd been the one who sent him up to that way station earlier. Is that really how he managed to find us?"

"I used to see things all the time, but it has been many, many years since a vision has been so clear. I saw someone in distress near the summit trail so I asked Carlos if he would go there. He humors my eccentricities at times, but this time, I'm pleased that he listened to me."

"So are we. I don't know what we would have done if he hadn't come by… Would the man who attacked us have found us first or worse yet, would Killian have bled to death because I was too stubborn to call for help?"

"But those things did not happen. For now, you will be safe here, but I warn you that there is only so much I am able to do. I don't wish to frighten you but I am worried that the bleeding will not stop. The trouble is we only see what is on the surface, but below – below, I fear may lie a greater threat."

"What do you mean by that?" Emma wondered, a chill suddenly finding its way up her spine at the Navajo woman's mysterious choice of words.

"There is no way for me to be certain, but I fear that a piece of the blade used to stab him remains within…"

"Wait...," Emma gulped, all of her senses instantly heightened. "You think part of the knife might have broke off when it struck something inside his chest?" She didn't want to believe it. She knew her father had found the dagger after it had been dropped, but why wouldn't he have mentioned it was broken? Did it not occur to him how important that miniscule bit of information might be?

"I obviously cannot verify that. It is merely a feeling that I have."

"I'm inclined to believe that your 'feeling' is probably correct," Emma sighed, weary from exhaustion and a day filled with worry. "My father found the knife that Killian was stabbed with, but he didn't tell me it was broken. I suppose he assumed it happened when the attacker dropped it, but my gut believes you."

"I would prefer that not to be the case as it only makes the situation more grave for your husband. Every time he moves, that piece could shift position, inflicting additional damage - so, until it can be removed, his life remains in jeopardy."

"Story of our lives…," Emma muttered under a deep frustrated breath.

"You look completely exhausted, child. Why don't you try to get some rest while your husband sleeps?"

"That honestly sounds like a wonderful idea."

"Then go. You will need the rest as much as he does. Just promise me that when he wakes, you'll have him drink more of the tea. It may not be the most pleasant substance, but it is brewed from plants with antibiotic properties to hopefully prevent infection and the pain reliever it contains will also help him greatly."

"I may have to give him a rum chaser," Emma replied with a tepid laugh as she stood up. She collected her folded jacket from the chair beside her where she'd carefully placed it before sitting down to dinner, her body already screaming for a nap. "I'll make sure he drinks it though. This has been such a long day…," she mumbled as she withdrew her phone to turn it off, hoping to conserve the remaining battery until she could locate a charger. "You know, I really hate to bother you with this but you wouldn't happen to know where I could get a charger for my phone? I didn't exactly have the foresight to shove one in my pocket this morning…"

"I'm sure my grandson would know. I'll have him check to see what he has lying around."

"Thank you," Emma replied then before she could excuse herself, the elder woman reached out to grasp Emma's right hand, squeezing it tightly between both of hers.

"Perhaps we will soon learn the reason you were brought to us," the Navajo woman stated cryptically, a sentiment that rung in Emma's ears long after the words were said. She'd smiled politely and nodded, perhaps too tired to discern the meaning behind the odd gesture and statement. She understood that it was intended to be encouraging, but in reality, it left Emma slightly unsettled as she made her way down the narrow hallway clutching her jacket to her chest.

Trying not to disturb her husband, she pushed the door open slowly, then closed it behind herself before perching on a corner of the mattress to finally unzip and remove her boots – an act in which she took a likely unhealthy amount of pleasure completing. Wiggling her now freed sock clad toes, she heard a soft rap on the door. She padded over to the door and opened it to see the dark haired, hazel-eyed teen she'd briefly met earlier standing in the hallway with a handful of assorted cables.

"Hi," he said timidly. "Grandmother said you needed something to charge your phone. I didn't know what kind…"

"Hi, Joseph. That's partially my fault. I didn't really specify. Let's see if you've got one that matches…" She showed him the charging port on the bottom of her device and together they narrowed his collection of cords down to the proper one. "Thanks so much! I'll return it to you in the morning…"

"That's okay. You can keep it as long as you need it. My new phone uses a different one now."

"Thank you," she smiled as he walked away and she quietly closed the bedroom door again to get a little privacy.

The double bed took up most of the room so it required a bit of contorting on her part to reach the electrical outlet behind the nightstand, but it was worth the challenge when she saw the word "charging" appear on her screen. She dropped her jacket onto the floor next to her boots and started to unbutton the tattered remains of her blouse when she heard a weak, raspy "Swan?" from the bed behind her.

"I'm sorry," she apologized as she carefully sat back down on the bed, this time beside him, trying not to jostle it too much. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"I don't mind. I'm still quite tired…"

"Well, I hate to do this to you, but while you're awake, I'm supposed to have you drink more of the tea sitting here…"

"Bloody hell, Swan… I'm already wounded. Do I have to be poisoned as well?" Much to his disdain, his wife simply rolled her eyes, unmoved by his protest.

"It can't be that bad," she insisted, shaking her head as she lifted the mug of the now cooled liquid from the nightstand. It did have a rather strong, earthy odor to it, but it didn't really seem any worse than the untold number of potions she'd encountered since learning about magic. "Some of the concoctions that Regina has brewed up have been far worse than this – and this one has an antibiotic that you need. The wound is probably already infected since we couldn't exactly treat it properly right away."

"It's a good thing that I'm too fatigued to put up a fight," he relented, pushing himself into the most upright position he could manage without sending further bolts of pain radiating throughout his chest. Emma tried to guide him and urged him not to move so quickly.

"Easy – not so fast… The bleeding has finally slowed. We don't want anything to open back up…" She wasn't about to inform him that he might have a razor-sharp fragment of the dagger embedded inside his chest just yet though. She slid her arm around his shoulders to support him as best she could while she brought the mug to his mouth, allowing him to take a tentative sip. He grimaced as soon as the liquid hit his tongue, but she wasn't going to let him stop there. "It's going to take more than that…"

"Easy for you to say…," he grumbled as he begrudgingly took another mouthful of bitter tea, but that second swallow was all he could stomach, his face suddenly blanching as he was struck by a swell of nausea. "I'm sorry, Love… I cannot…"

"It's alright," she assured him, placing the mug back onto the nightstand before helping to ease his head back down to the pillows beneath him. "How about we both get some sleep and we'll worry about that in the morning?"

"There'll be no argument from me…," he whispered, the pain and fatigue already taking their toll on his lucidity. She made her way around to the other side of the bed, curling up beside him after turning off the bedside lamp, not even knowing which one of them drifted off to sleep first.

Morning came in the form of a bright light filtering through the curtains on the window above her head providing a rather rude interruption to Emma's dream. Blinking awake, she couldn't yet make out the time displayed on her phone but she guessed it was early based simply on how quiet it was around her. She could make out the slow, shallow breaths of her still sleeping husband beside her, noticing that at some point during the night he'd jettisoned the blanket off as it now lay in a crumpled heap at his feet. She wondered if he'd simply gotten too warm, which was highly likely considering the beads of sweat that glistened across his forehead and down his neck.

Leary of waking him, she sat up unhurriedly, contemplating whether or not she should take a moment to inspect his wound. She conceded that even if she did inadvertently awaken him, he'd be less bothered by the fact that she did so tending to his injury. He recoiled slightly as she peeled back a strip of the cloth tape holding the bandages in place, but he didn't stir. Beneath the layers of bloodied cloth, the edges of the puncture were still an angry red and the darkened appearance of the surrounding skin had her concerned. As much as she feared his unknown assailant locating them, she knew she might have to rethink her decision soon – especially with the knowledge that a broken piece of the dagger might still be lodged inside his chest cavity. She tried not to think about how much internal damage might have been inflicted while they were hiking down the mountain trail. Had she unintentionally caused him irreparable harm by forcing him to suffer through all that additional motion? Had her decision to not immediately get him medical attention endangered his life?

She buried her face in her hands as all the thoughts overwhelmed her, but she didn't allow herself to dwell on them. Pulling her head back together, she gently replaced the dressing over his wounded skin and tugged the blanket back over top of him. She tenderly caressed his cheek, her fingertips sensing his slightly feverish temperature as he turned his head toward her, seeking out her touch. His chest heaved as he drew in a deep breath, but she watched his face immediately contort as he grimaced through the obvious discomfort that even the simple act of breathing brought on.

"I'm sorry…," she whispered as the pad of her thumb absentmindedly traced the scar across his cheek, pausing when she reached the corner of his mouth. She hesitantly withdrew her hand, knowing she needed to let him rest, but she felt so listless – forcing herself to set her feet upon the floor and stand before finally managing to slip silently out of the door into the hallway.

She wasn't at all surprised that Sarah Bending Willow was already awake, rustling about the kitchen likely preparing breakfast. When Emma walked in, the older woman was scooping up a spoonful of a substance that looked like oatmeal, dropping it into a cast iron skillet and frying it a golden brown. She might not have known what exactly was being cooked, but the aroma was delectable, smelling of vanilla and something resembling popcorn?

"Come," her host invited her to the table as she noticed Emma lurking at the end of the hall. "I'm making sweet corn fry cakes and I've brewed a fresh pot of coffee. Mugs are in the cupboard right above the coffee maker so please – help yourself…"

"Thanks," Emma replied, taking quick strides directly toward the coffee pot, grinning as she opened the cabinet door to see the old woman's eclectic collection of mugs. No two were alike yet there was clearly a coherent theme – celestial objects. Suns, moons, clouds and even a few planets graced the exteriors of the ceramic and plastic mugs. Selecting one with an image depicting the big dipper constellation, she filled it two-thirds of the way with the steaming hot liquid and added just a splash of cream from the tiny pitcher next to the pot.

"I hope you slept well," the old woman said to her as she continued uninterrupted making the little cakes. "Your husband is still resting?"

"I slept quite well considering and yes, Killian's still asleep. I tried hard not to wake him while I took a quick peek under the bandages. It's looking really red and seems darker around the edges."

"I will mix up more of the medicine, but skin discoloration isn't uncommon with the turmeric and clove used in the mix. Were you able to encourage him to drink any more of the tea?"

"Only a few sips, but then he started to get nauseous so he stopped and went back to sleep."

"Very good. I know it isn't the easiest to swallow, but it is good for him."

"Most medicine isn't particularly easy to swallow," Emma smiled as she took a seat at the table, sipping the still too warm beverage. "And he tends to be rather stubborn when it comes to taking medicines anyway. Rum is usually his answer to everything."

"My guess is that his obstinance has served him well," Grandmother stated with a knowing smile as she flipped two of the corn cakes onto a plate and delivered them to the table, sliding them directly in front of her guest. "It seems to me that your husband has a very old soul – and an oft-troubled one at that."

"I guess you could say that…," Emma replied, almost sheepishly, not wanting to let on exactly how old of a soul Killian actually possessed. The old woman simply nodded at her response while reaching in to an open drawer behind her to fish out a fork.

"Now – eat," the elder woman insisted as she passed the fork to Emma's hand. "There is butter on the table and I can get you some agave syrup if you prefer them sweeter…" Emma cut off a small morsel with the side of her fork to get a taste of the creation, realizing that they were essentially a sweeter, crispier version of cornbread – and that they were delicious.

"Don't need to add a thing!" Emma gushed, both in response to the flavor and toward this woman's generosity. "These are amazing! I'll have to get the recipe from you because my family would love these."

"Ancient Navajo secret," Grandmother stated, seriously at first, but rapidly breaking into a wide grin. "No – not exactly… I've modernized my recipe with instant grits but don't tell my grandson that. Beats the hell out of grinding all that corn." Both women shared a hearty laugh as Emma finished up her breakfast while Grandmother continued frying more until the batter was finished. "Carlos will be stopping by soon for breakfast as well. He does every morning before heading out to the mountains."

"Seems like a pretty lonely job – just driving around a National Forest all day."

"It is sometimes, but he loves it. He says it allows him time to connect with the mountains – with our heritage and ancestors. The land you now know as the Superstition Mountains and the Tonto National Forest holds many sites sacred to the tribes. This land was once rich with magic, but not so much anymore. Centuries passed, beliefs changed and the magic left."

"Maybe it's still out there somewhere?" Emma suggested. "After all, some sort of magic did lead you and Carlos to find us…"

"I would like to believe that it is," the old woman replied with a noticeable hint of sadness. "Do you believe in magic, child?"

Emma had to pause before attempting to answer the question, not exactly certain of how much she should say on the subject.

"A few years ago, I would have said no, but then something changed. The son I'd given up for adoption found me and led me to a place where I was able to reconnect with my parents and then Killian unexpectedly came into my life. They all brought me the greatest magic of all – true love – so I guess you can say that I do believe in magic."

"It makes my heart stronger to know that someone does still believe. There's too much cynicism in our world today. The magic won't return if no one believes…" The old woman turned away as if she didn't wish for her guest to see the melancholy present in her eyes.

"Is Grandmother giving you her 'believe in magic' speech?" a voice asked as the mobile home's front door swung open and the tall, uniformed figure of Ranger Littlecreek stepped through, taking the same path directly to the coffee pot as Emma had earlier.

"Ignore him," Grandmother scoffed. "He will believe one day as well. He just needs the right person to guide him to the truth."

"I think I can relate," Emma responded with a half smirk curling on her lip.

"I may not know much about magic but I know a thing or two about helping out my fellow law enforcers," Carlos stated as he filled an oversized mug with coffee and then added a generous amount of cream and a heaping spoonful of sugar. "We keep a couple of storage bins full of donated clothing to help out lost hikers, wildfire victims and the like. It's nothing fancy, but I gathered a few things for you and your husband. I figured you might like to shower and change into some clean clothes. Hopefully I grabbed the right sizes too."

"I'm thankful for anything that's not caked with mud and soaked in sweat," Emma replied. "And I'm pretty sure Killian will appreciate anything not covered in dried blood."

"I thought you might feel that way. Bag's out in my truck. I'll go grab it for you and I'll bring in your husband's jacket that you left in my back seat too," he sat his royal blue mug with its bright yellow crescent moon image onto the kitchen counter and headed back out to his vehicle, returning seconds later with a jet black nylon backpack slung over his shoulder and Killian's balled up leather jacket tucked under his arm. He dropped everything onto the chair beside Emma and strolled over to retrieve his coffee while she surveyed the contents. Inside, she was surprised to find a couple of men's and women's tee shirts, two pair of basic black women's leggings and a pair of charcoal grey men's sweat pants. At the very bottom of the backpack, she even found a pack of unopened women's panties and two pair of men's boxer shorts with tags still attached. It was honestly far more than she'd expected.

"This is wonderful. Thank you so much," Emma said graciously. "I hate to keep saying this but I really don't know how to repay the kindness both of you have shown us."

"No payment is necessary," Grandmother insisted. "Now, if you would like to go bathe, I'll check on your husband."

"I would love that," Emma smiled, incredibly grateful for the change in their luck that led them to these amazing people, but they still had a long way to go, something she was instantly reminded of with the Ranger's next question.

"Quick question for you first, Sheriff – the man you think is hunting you – do you have a description of him?"

"I never really got a good look at him, but he was definitely over 6 foot tall, very stocky build – not overweight but just big. I know he had dark hair but that's about all I can tell you right now."

"That's fine. When you mentioned that someone might be out there stalking you, I checked in with a few colleagues last night for reports of unusual activity in and around the Superstition Mountain trails and found a report of a vehicle stolen from another trailhead approximately 10 miles from the way station you were in. Vague description given was a large, dark-haired man but the owner who witnessed the theft was too far away to do any better."

"Ten miles seems like an awful lot of distance away from us, but the man's description sounds close enough. About what time did that happen?" Emma wondered.

"The theft occurred just before the storm – reported approximately 12:30pm when the owners were heading back to their vehicle. Another hiker on the same trail gave them a lift down to the Ranger Station."

"Wait – 12:30? That was before the storm?" Emma was confused as it hadn't been that long after they'd dropped out of the portal and Arizona time was earlier than Storybrooke's… The timeline couldn't be right...

"Up there, yes. Storm rolled through about quarter to 1," Carlos replied. "If this is your guy, he was down here in the valley more than an hour before I found the two of you. The vehicle was found this morning near the bus depot in downtown Mesa. Unfortunately, their security cameras didn't pick up the vehicle when it entered so we didn't get an image of the guy to know for sure."

"Sounds like this guy knows what he's doing," Emma sighed. Odds were that this was the man who'd followed them from Storybrooke but where was he now? He could be absolutely anywhere in the Phoenix area by now which made her even more anxious to find a way home, but it was going to be a while before Killian would be able to make that trip – not without another magical portal opening up at least.

"Do not worry about this man right now," Grandmother told her. "He is not here and would not know to look for you here. Go and get yourself cleaned up. All this talk will wait for later."

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