#sorry for late reply i was sleepin

[khihi]

I know we're going feral about Nace tonight but I need to scream about Jure with someone

HE LOOKS SO F*CKING GOOD

THE CROP LEATHER JACKET????

THE JEWELRY AROUND HIS CHEST????

THE RIBBON AS A BELT????

I CANNOT 😭😭😭😭😭

YESSSS YES YES YEEESS HE LOOKS SO STUNNING THIS OUTFIT IS SO COOL HE'S SO BEAUTIFUL

the beads on the chain and the lace ribbon belt and and the lace around his neck and the lace flowers on his lapels!!!!! his outfits are always so cool!!!!!

i think he has the most lace on his body out of all of them, i NEED them to give us a lace tour so so bad!!!!!!!

[i-eater]

H e l l o

[someguyingotham]

scale of 1-10 how normal are you about scarecrow acknowledging you?

SO NORMAL! SUPERRRR NORMAL. 100/10 NORMAL. WHY, AM I NOT ACTING NORMAL? HA…HAHA…

[its-time-to-write]

hello! First thing first, I want to say how much of a good writer you are, I hope you know this 💕 second I have this idea of reader and Jamie dating, but nobody knows. One day reader is in the coaches room and starts yawning and Roy is like what's that 🤨 (something similar to that scene with beard after he gets back with jane) and reader answers with "you have been waking me up everyday at 4 am" or smt like that and this is how everyone finds out. I know you have already written something like this but I thought it was cute, so feel free to ignore

this was cute. you were right.

coffee at midnight

Neither you nor Jamie exactly decided to keep your relationship a secret.

“It’s not a secret, it’s private, babe,” Jamie insists. You just roll your eyes.

But like, it is private.

That means no instagram posts, no public dates, and no unasked opinions. It also means that Jamie gets a Polaroid camera (“so we don’t get hacked, babe,”), plans dates in his giant house, and keeps fans’ noses out of your relationship.

It also, also means that Roy Kent doesn’t know you’re in Jamie’s bed every morning when he knocks on the door loud enough to wake the dead.

You’re a week into these shenanigans, and you’re not sure how much longer you can handle it. You’ve barely been at Nelson Road for an hour, but you’ve yawned more than you’ve spoken. Jamie’s been sending you apologetic looks every time he passes you in the hall, but now the entire team is in the weight room as you bring the coaches their coffee.

You place Roy’s in front of him and he asks, “The fuck’s wrong with you?”

You glare. “Nothing. That’s rude to ask, anyway. I’m-” you pause to yawn- “fine.”

Ted looks between you and Roy. “Normally I’d side with the lady on this one, but you look dead on your feet. You been sleepin’ okay?”

“Yes,” you reply shortly. “I’ve been sleeping fine. I just don’t get a lot of it these days.”

“That sounds decidedly un-sexy,” Trent calls from his desk.

You snarl, “It isn’t,” then realize that Trent is undeserving of your anger. “I’m sorry. I’ve been getting like five hours of sleep every night this whole week. Me and my boyfriend just moved in together and we both talk like way too much. So we usually don’t fall asleep until late.”

The room fills with whistles and hoots from Ted, Beard, and Trent. Roy is stoic as always.

“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend,” Ted grins. “What’s his name?”

You hesitate. You’re pretty sure Jamie would be okay if you told Ted, but you’re not sure you really want to. You let the silence stretch on for a beat too long, and Trent’s on you like a vulture.

“It’s someone here, isn’t it?” he asks.

“No,” you reply, but it’s not convincing. It’s hard for you to lie when you’re this tired.

Jamie and Sam choose this exact moment to come into the locker room to grab water bottles. Jamie glances at you and you make the mistake of glancing back. It’s just for a second but Trent catches it with his stupid eagle-eyes.

“Oh shit,” he says.

You round on him. Maybe he does deserve your anger. “Don’t say anything,” you warn.

He zips his lips as Roy says, “Why are you being so fucking weird? We know you’re fucking lying. Just say which of these little pricks you’re dating and get some sleep like a fucking normal adult.”

“I’d be able to get regular sleep, except you’ve been waking me up at fucking 4am!” you explode.

The room goes silent. 

“Fuuuck,” Roy whispers. “Fucking Tartt? You’re dating- fuck, you moved in with fucking Tartt?”

“Yes,” you groan, “We’ve been together for six months and it’s probably the most serious relationship I’ve ever been in, and I know how it sounds but we really like each other. Higgins already knows because of HR shit but other than that, it’s been private.”

Ted and Beard have matching open-mouthed smiles. It would be a little scary if you hadn’t known them for as long as you have.

“That’s the most adorable shit I’ve ever heard in my whole life,” Beard says.

“Hold on,” Trent interjects, “does this mean you and Jamie have been staying up late every night talking?”

“Yes,” you reply primly. “And then this prick bangs on our door at fuck-thirty in the morning and I’m awake for the rest of the day.”

Roy says, “Right,” very slowly. “Is that fucking why he wasn’t wearing fucking trousers?”

All eyes turn to you.

“I’m not answering that,” you say. “In fact, I think I hear Higgins calling me. I have to leave right now.” You back out of the room and down the hall before anyone can say anything else.

The coaches’ office is silent for a moment before they all clamor out of their seats to chase you down the hall. They have so many questions but first, they’re going to yell at Higgins for keeping it a secret.

[formylovetodaryldixon]

"For life." Daryl Dixon Imagine.

(Not my gifs)

Daryl tells his daughter about the day she was born (And she asks him an awkward question)

A/N: Just a continuation of my first imagine with dad!Daryl. My everything. I don't know why but I always imagined his daughter as Lexi Rabe, Iron Man's daughter, (I took a scene too, sorry hehe) but as always, you can imagine her differently. Thanks for the love my imagines are receiving! I had so much fun writing this so i hope you like it♥

“Shit…” Daryl whispers, and the group around him sinks into silence.

The few present, some members of his family, including his wife, stare at the map on the dining room table, plotting in their minds what was the best option to attack Negan’s clan before he attacks Alexandria again, before he puts at risk the lives of the innocents who had been caught in the crossfire.

But the silence is broken by a small voice, as sweet as honey since she learned to speak.

“Shit.”

They all turn to the staircase behind them, especially Daryl, who could recognize his daughter’s voice among a sea of ​​murmurs, even if they were louder than her small voice. Daryl had a good memory, and he had memorized her voice since Marley said her first word, which, to his delight, was daddy. But now Marley Rose Dixon is 4 years old already, and although her bag of words as he used to call it was still limited, she had learned to memorize a lot of things at her young age.

Daryl walks over to her, who is sitting on the bottom step, wearing her pajamas with little baby elephant prints on them, and he lifts her up in his arms, enveloping her in his warmth. For her part, Marley hugs his neck, and she smiles back at him, a little sleepily because it is already past midnight.

“What are ya doin' up, youn' lady? It’s late and ya should be sleepin'.”

“Shit.” She repeats, laughing, just to make him uncomfortable, although she didn’t know she was actually doing it.

You chuckle, as do Rick, Michonne, and the others.

“No, angel, it ain't 'kay to say that word.” Daryl scolds her, softly as he uses one hand to push some strands of her brown hair out of her face. “That word belongs to mommy, so only she can say it.”

Marley frowns, tilting her head to look at him with her deep blue eyes and an accusatory expression.

“But you said it, daddy.”

He clears his throat before answering.

“Yeah, but only 'cause Mommy lends it to me sometimes, right, Mommy?” Daryl glances in your direction, and when everyone turns their gazes to you, the weight falls on your shoulders, so you just nod with a solemn expression. “See? Now we’re gonna take ya back to yer room, 'kay?”

Marley hugs his neck closer, their noses touching, making Daryl smile.

“But can you tell me a story?”

Before you or Daryl can speak, though, Rick ends the meeting. Everyone retreats to their own homes, kissing Marley on the cheek or stroking her hair on their way out, and when the three of you are alone again, you all head up the stairs to her room.

Once there, Daryl sets Marley down on her bed, tucking her into her blanket as you grab a book from her shelf. There weren’t many children’s books in that new world, so the two of you had started reading Marley books about wild animals, exotic flowers, and more.

He lays down next to her on the blanket, their heads touching on the pillow as you hand him a book. But Daryl skims through it first, frowning as he looks back at you.

“What? No pictures this time?”

“Borin’!” Marley replies, mimicking her father’s expression.

Her words make you let out a deep breath, but you chuckle too, just because even though you had given birth to her, she looks more like her father than you.

“Oh no. Look what we did. We created a little Daryl Dixon. As if we didn’t have enough with the one we already have at home.” Shaking your head, you walk out of the room, hearing your husband’s voice behind you.

“I’m so proud of the daughter I raised!”

You hear the laugh in his deep voice, but before Daryl can open the book, Marley gently pushes it away.

“Daddy, tell me one of your stories.”

He settles down on the bed, looking into her eyes that were just like his own. Daryl could get lost in the depths of her blue eyes, all day, all night, or all his life: it was like that from the first time he saw her anyways.

“Did Mommy tell ya about the day ya were born?”

She shakes her head.

“Well, we were waitin' for ya for several months now, but ya were two weeks early. It seems that Mommy’s belly wasn’t very comfortable anymore. That night, Daddy had gotten to the gates after a run when Aunt Maggie told me that Mommy was ready to give birth, and when I got to our room, she was very, very scared. So I sat behind 'er on the bed and told 'er how brave she was, that she jus' needed to endure the pain a little longer to meet our baby.”

Daryl smiles slightly at the memory despite the fear he felt, because there was always a chance of losing his wife or his daughter, and Marley looks at him curiously.

“Were you scared?”

Daryl chuckles, stopping himself from saying shit again.

“Terrified, angel. Daddy couldn’t do anythin’ to stop Mommy from havin’ that pain, but we both know how strong Mommy is, and I knew she could do it. Ya took a long time to be born, but in the end, yer cry was the most beautiful sound I ever heard. Ya were healthy, and that was all yer mommy and I asked of life. Then the doctor put ya on mommy’s chest, and suddenly ya stopped cryin' when ya looked into 'er eyes.”

“How did I look at Mommy?”

Daryl smiles, bringing a hand up to Marley’s face to caress her cheek.

“Ya looked at each other like ya’d known each other forever.”

“And how did I look at you?”

Marley chuckles as he leans closer to her, so close that he can rub his nose against his daughter’s, hearing that sweet sound he’s memorized as well.

“Ya looked at me like ya were goin' to love me yer whole life.”

Marley smiles.

“But I love you, Daddy.”

“For life?”

She nods quickly.

“For life.”

For Daryl, who was never given a touch of affection, he knows well that he would give his life for his daughter, because she had loved him long before she knew what love was. But she grew up surrounded by it, by her family, by her mother, and most of all by him, who always knew how to love despite not having been loved when he was a child.

And it is easy for him to say the words that he never received.

“Daddy loves ya, Marley, with all his heart.”

She smiles, kissing his nose before wrapping an arm around his neck.

“I love you too, daddy, with all my heart.”

“That’s good to know, ma little angel.” Daryl caresses her cheek one more time before pulling away from her, getting up to tuck her in before leaving. “Ya must sleep now, sweetheart. It’s late.”

“Daddy?” Just as he adjusts her blanket for the last time, he stops. “Can I have a pet?”

Daryl thinks for a moment: it’s been a while since anyone had seen a pet.

“How about a fish? Daddy can take ya fishin' and we can come home with a pet fish.”

Marley wrinkles her nose.

“I don’t want a fish. You can’t take them for walks.”

He chuckles.

“And what animal would ya like?”

“An elephant!”

Daryl can’t help it, he frowns at her, head cocked to the side.

“What’s that word Mommy always uses when I get obsessed with somethin'?”

“Fixation.” She laughs, finding the word before her dad does.

Daryl chuckles.

“Ya really got a thin' for elephants, angel.” He leans down to kiss her forehead before leaving, but on his way to the door, her voice stops him again. “Yeah?”

“And how did I get into mommy’s belly?”

Daryl chokes on his own breath: but he would rather face 100 walkers than explain to his daughter how a baby was made.

“What?”

“You said I was in mommy’s belly.” Marley cocks her head, an action she learned from him. “How did I get there?”

“Well…” Daryl frowns in a thoughtful expression, because Merle had told him about it when he was a kid, but in a very grotesque way. “Daddy will try to get ya an elephant, I make no promises, but I'll try, 'kay?”

Marley smiles.

“Okay.”

Daryl can feel the relief as he closes her door, but he knows that sooner or later, she’ll ask again. When he gets to his own room, he can see you standing in front of the window, staring out at the cold world, but at least inside his home, it was always warm. Like a good hunter, Daryl comes to you quietly, wrapping you in his arms, his face hidden in your neck, his warm breath tickling you.

“How did yer parents tell ya how a baby is made?”

You laugh.

“What?”

“Marley asked me how she got into mommy’s belly.” Daryl lifts his head, meeting your amused gaze. “Merle told me when I was 6, and I ain't repeating the words he used to ma daughter.”

You shrug, agreeing with him.

“I met him, so I can imagine his words. I was never told that babies are delivered by the stork or anything like that. But, we already talked to Marley about calling her private parts by their names, so we can start there.”

Daryl growls.

“I’ll be there but, could ya do it? I ain't ready to teach ma baby how to make a baby.”

You laugh.

“Fine, I’ll do the talking. Although now that I think about it, my brother once told me that he was explained it when my mom was pregnant with me, so it was easier for them and him.” When you look back at him, Daryl is looking at you with an amused smile, the one he used before asking you if you wanted to make love. “I’m not saying we have another baby! So keep your hands off me.” You pull away from him a little, looking at him with a serious expression. “Before you say it, no. No, no, no, and definitely not. And if that wasn't clear to you, hell no.”

Daryl shoves his hands into his pants pockets, smiling like a child.

“I jus' think maybe it’s the right time to give Marley a little brother or sister.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah? Are you planning on giving birth to that baby?” You ask, but when he shakes his head, you narrow your eyes. “Then think twice, Dixon. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to bed. And if you dare lay a finger on me, I’m going to bite it. I’m not kidding.”

The moment you turn your back at him, however, Daryl has you in his arms, kissing the arch of your neck before you can ask him to let you go.

[wilblersrevived]

“I’d have rather dIED!” When Quackity tasered Wilbur’s sides, he screamed, and quickly brought up a hand to cover his mouth.

“You’re gohohoing to KIHILL MEHEHE!” He complained, a little muffled behind his hand. The blush on his face was growing deeper and more noticeable as time went by, he was really, really embarrassed. He hates that he likes this, honestly. It’s stupid. But at the moment, he’s too caught up in the moment, too focused on the stupidly ticklish sensation on his sides to think about that.

:3hai

Quackity leaned against the open window, blowing the smoke from his mouth out into the fresh air. He was usually a productive man, promise! But he wasn't feeling very motivated. It was cold out, winter had finally come around, and his fake desert was... very fake. The warmness once given during summer had faded to the low 50's (ferineheight) ((10-15 celcuius)) weather.

So, considering all of the conjoining factors, the owner of Las Nevadas decided to look for his favorite person. Heavily indicated sarcasm, of course.

Despite the fact that he would probably just be very annoying and not help, maybe it would cure some boredom. He was entertained by him, though he would never say it aloud.

"Wilbur, hello."

He said with a grin, stepping up to the other man near his gas station just outside of the country.

((i dont remember my rp at @soft-gremlin ))

Wilbur had been peacefully leaning against the wall of said gas station, puffing on his cigarette and having no care for ruining the air by polluting it with the smoke. Then he heard the voice which spoke to him; He knew that voice all too well. He smirked as he looked down.. the height difference was comical to him.

“Quackity,” was all he responded with, a very smug smirk on his face as he thought up ways to get on Quackity’s nerves today.

[lumpy-veev]

Sleep Mode (Without the Buttons)

Happy (late TvT) birthday to @starrysupercell! I wrote a Barley x Ash ficlet for my wonderful tumblr pal, but it's a bit short for ao3, so I figured I'd post it here!

Context: I have a little story brewing in my head, about Barley accidentally making a wish around Gene and becoming human for a bit! This is the first time he ever goes to sleep as a human. (I might post more about human Barley sometime in the future, but for now, this is all I have XD).

Enjoy!

— — —

Ash knows what it's like to share a bed with a warm body.

Several warm bodies, even, what with the way his parents crammed him and his siblings into one room back when he was a wee lad.

But none of them were Barley.

And none of them were as fidgety as Barley.

"Bon?" he finally says as Barley rolls over for the fourth time in just as many minutes. "If ye ain't comfy I can sleep on the couch."

"Ah, no. It's fine," comes the hushed reply. From the sound of Barley's voice, he's facing away from him again.

Ash gives a non-committal hum in response, sliding an arm under his pillow as he gets settled again.

"I just feel like I'm doing it wrong."

"Hn?" It takes a moment for his bleary mind to process. "...Sleepin'?"

"Yes! I don't know what I could be missing. I'm worn out from the workday, I'm wearing comfortable sleepwear, I've even been trying to close my eyes and keep still." Ash feels a shift in the bed as Barley adjusts himself. "But I still don't feel any closer to falling asleep."

"Yeah? Well—" Ash stifles a yawn. "You're nae doin' anythin' wrong, f'that's all yer worried aboot."

"No?"

"No. Sometimes ye just dinnae fall asleep." Ash sighs.

"Oh," Barley whispers. "That's..."

"Bloody annoyin'? A pain in the arse?" He snorts.

"I was going to say inconvenient. But I suppose you're correct as well," Barley chuckles quietly.

"Hm."

The two of them fall silent for a moment.

"Is that something that happens to you often?" Barley pipes up again.

"Hm?"

"Not being able to sleep."

"Ah. Well." It's something Ash is all too familiar with. "Depends on how ye mean it. Sometimes I dinnae sleep till late coz I have more mess t'clean up than usual. Sometimes I dinnae sleep coz I just can't. Like you, right now. So, somewhat, I guess."

"Oh."

Ash can't tell what Barley's thinking. "S'not terrible. I make do with what I get."

"I suppose you do."

"...Mm." The bed creaks as Ash rolls over to stare at the ceiling. "But don't use me as an example of how ye should be taking care of yerself. I'm a terrible example."

Barley doesn't respond.

Ash turns his head.

In the darkness, he can just barely make out the outline of Barley's narrow shoulders.

If Ash really looked, he'd probably be able to see them rise and fall as he breathes. He'd probably be able to feel it, if he pressed a hand against his back. But the warmth settling under the covers with them is already more than enough, so Ash looks away, and settles for pulling his sheets a bit snugger around himself.

"You're not so terrible," Barley says, just as Ash thinks the conversation must have ended. "It's not as simple as I thought it'd be."

Ash blinks. "...Falling asleep?"

"Taking care of yourself, I mean. Being human at all is— it's—" Barley seems to cut himself off. "I'm sorry, I must be keeping you up, maybe I should move to the couch instead—"

"Bon."

Barley stops.

"C'mere." Ash rolls over, scooting over to loop his arms around his waist and pull him close. Barley makes a soft, surprised noise as he does. "S'this alright, Bon?"

He shifts a bit, but settles quick.

"Um, I— this... yes. Yes, more than alright."

Ash feels a hand cover his.

"Mm. Good." Barley smells like his soap. It suits him, because everything does. "Bein' human's a right chore sometimes. But it's not so bad. We're good at chores, you n' I."

"...We are, aren't we?" This close, Ash can hear the smile in his voice.

"We are," he affirms. "Now stop thinkin' so hard. I can hear it from out here."

That gets a snicker out of Barley, and Ash can feel the tension bleed from his shoulders as he finally relaxes.

"You ask the impossible of me, dear," Barley sighs. "But for you I will try. Goodnight, Ash."

"G'night, Bon. Sleep well."

[dudeshusband]

Ship: Mike x Dude

Words: 600

Description: Mike can't sleep.

Drabblecember day 22: trying to stay up late.

Mike couldn’t sleep a wink. They’d tried everything. Warm milk, tea, dimming the lights, moving around. Nothing helped. Usually on nights like this, they’d slip into Dude’s room across the hall and slip into his arms. Unfortunately, he wasn’t back from his night patrol with Chance. Something was holding him up. They sighed, and pulled the covers off. 

Another walk around the hotel. Another attempt at sleep. 

Footsteps. They sounded like Dude’s. 

A sigh. Now, Mike was sure it was Dude. 

He took off his hat and ruffled his curls on the way up. 

“What’re you doin’ up?” he asked when he saw them. 

Mike shrugged. “Can’t sleep.” 

Dude opened his door and gestured inside. “Come on, we’ll cuddle and you’ll be out like a light.” 

Mike doubted it, but they followed him inside anyway. He kept sighing, and rubbing his face. He almost yawned every few minutes, but always caught himself before he did. His eyes looked more closed than usual. 

“Long day?” Mike asked. 

Dude began to untie his tie. “We found somethin’ suspicious and followed it. It was only a fox.” 

“Not much happens in this little town.” 

Dude shook his head. “Not unless you make the wrong people mad.” He rubbed his face again, and worked on unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. 

“You might pass out where you stand.” 

“I won’t.” 

Mike chuckled. “I’ll catch you if you do.” 

Dude shrugged off his shirt and tossed it aside. Mike never could stop themselves from admiring his tanned skin. At some point in Mike’s spaced out state, Dude had finished undressing and made his way toward them. He waved his hand in front of their face. 

“Are you sleepin’ with your eyes open?” he asked, teasingly. 

“Might be, you look like a dream,” Mike quipped in an attempt at a flirty tone. 

He chuckled, and slid into bed beside them. He pulled them in and held them there, burying his face in their neck. 

“Hmm. I missed you.” 

“You saw me this morning.”

He kissed the back of their neck gently. “Mmm, well, it’s been a long day.” 

He was mumbling sleepily, and Mike knew he wouldn’t be awake much longer. 

“Dude?” 

He made a sleepy grumble in reply. 

“Stay up with me?” 

His eyes fluttered open, and he asked, “Why?” 

“I’m not tired.”

He nuzzled into their neck. “I‘m tired.” 

Mike turned in Dude’s grasp. They poked his nose, causing him to open his eyes again. 

“Talk to me? Please?” 

“What” — He yawned — “What about?” 

“Anything.”

“Mmm, it’s gonna be Christmas soon.” 

“That it is.”

“You’re gonna fatten me up with cookies, aren’t you?” 

Defensively, Mike said, “Hey, I’m only making the cookies. If you eat all of them, that’s on you.” 

“Don’t make ‘em too good.” 

“Sorry, Consuelo’s helping me. These will be the best damn cookies you ever had.” 

The room was silent for a moment. 

“Dude?” 

Mike poked his nose again. 

“Dude?” 

Nothing.  

Mike tried to kiss him awake, to no avail. They sighed. They tried to get out of bed, to take yet another walk. 

When they tried, Dude pulled them back in his sleep, and held them tightly. He breathed against their neck, tickling the skin. 

“Hey,” they said, poking him. “Let me go. Let me out.” 

His eyes fluttered open, then closed. He sleepily mumbled, “No. Mine.” 

They squirmed around, hoping to break loose. No such luck. 

They chuckled to themselves, and let him sleep, tucked into their chest. They wrestled an arm free to pet his head.

“Goodnight,” they whispered. 

It would be a while before sleep caught up with Mike. 

[monochromaticbeans]

Chapter 23: You See Us Comin'

(Finally, we're getting to the ass kicking! Spoilers for "A Letter From Baji Keisuke" ahead. I wrote this before the latest chapter was released, though.)

You see us comin'

And you all together run for cover.

“Cowboys From Hell” ~ Pantera 

Chuu paced back and forth in his small apartment, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. He’d been trying to reach Baji, Chifuyu, and Ryusei for hours now, with no response. The silence gnawed at his gut, an insistent, icy dread. Even if they were in the middle of something, at least one of them would normally shoot back a quick reply, a simple “we’re good” to ease his mind.

But now? Nothing.

His eyes darted to the calendar on the wall. Today was the day Hikari was supposed to come back from her trip. She’d probably be exhausted after such a long flight, and he hesitated, not wanting to bother her. But if anyone would know where Baji was, it’d be her.

With a deep breath, he scrolled to her number and hit “call,” hoping she wouldn’t kill him for waking her up.

Hikari was in the deepest sleep of her life, her body fully committed to making up for the endless hours spent cramped on an airplane. She hadn’t even bothered to unpack, letting her suitcase sit by the closet as she collapsed onto her bed.

But then her phone rang, vibrating against the nightstand like an alarm. Groaning, she rolled over, her bleary eyes squinting at the screen. Chuu. Whatever it was, it better be earth-shatteringly important. With a sleepy sigh, she answered the call.

“Dude…” she slurred, her voice thick with exhaustion, “I’m sleepin’…”

“Sorry, Hikari,” Chuu’s voice crackled through the line, tinged with worry. “I know it’s late and you’re probably exhausted, but… have you heard from Baji?”

Even in her half-asleep state, Hikari’s instincts kicked in. If Chuu was calling her to ask that, something was definitely going on. She pushed herself up, her mind swimming as she tried to shake off the drowsiness.

“Uh…” She glanced at her clock, blinking as her mind fought to wake up. “Yeah, he texted me as soon as I got home. Said he’d come by tomorrow and told me to get some sleep. Why? What’s going on?”

Chuu’s voice was tight on the other end, anxiety clear in every word. “I’ve been trying to reach him, Chifuyu, and Ryusei for hours. No one’s answering. I even talked to some of the other guys, and they haven’t heard from them either. Something’s up.”

The knot in Hikari’s chest tightened. She pushed the covers off, her movements sluggish as if her bones were made of lead. Her body ached from hours of sitting cramped in an airplane seat, and even standing felt like a Herculean task. But the worry in Chuu’s voice kept her moving, overriding the heaviness clinging to her muscles.

She moved to her window, glancing toward Keisuke's room next door. His window was dark. Her gaze shifted to Chifuyu’s window three floors down—also dark.

Her pulse quickened. “Keisuke’s light is off,” she said quietly. “And so is Chifuyu’s. They should both still be awake, though.”

The silence on the other end of the line was heavy. Chuu let out a shaky breath. “This… this can’t be good, Hikari.”

Hikari rubbed her face, trying to piece it all together. Her instincts were screaming at her that something was happening, something that wasn’t good. The calm she’d come home to felt like an illusion, a thin veil over the storm brewing underneath.

“No,” she said softly, her voice firm. “It’s not.”

Despite her body screaming for rest, Hikari pulled on her Toman uniform, yawning as she stepped into her boots. Exhaustion clung to her like a heavy blanket, but it couldn’t drown out the worry gnawing at her gut. Something was wrong—really wrong.

As she climbed down the fire escape, the air felt strangely thick, pressing down on her with each step. Hikari hugged her jacket tighter, glancing back at her apartment window to reassure herself she wasn’t leaving something behind.

Chuu waited in the parking lot, pacing back and forth, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. His shoulders relaxed when he heard her footsteps, relief flashing across his face.

“Thanks for meeting me,” he said, a hint of gratitude in his voice.

“Yeah, yeah,” Hikari mumbled, adjusting her jacket as she stifled another yawn. She eyed his bike but paused, frowning. “Actually, we’re stopping for an energy drink on the way. No point looking for them if I’m half-dead.”

Chuu managed a small chuckle, nodding. “Fair enough.”

It wasn’t long before they were speeding through the dimly lit streets, the cool night air doing little to wake Hikari up. True to his word, they made a quick pit stop at a konbini, where she downed an energy drink faster than a college student polishing off a beer at a frat party. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and tossed the empty can into the recycling.

But even the jolt of caffeine couldn’t shake the pit of worry gnawing at her.

They’d gathered the rest of the First Division along the way, and now the group was en route to Yotsuya, hoping to find some trace of Baji, Ryusei, and Chifuyu. With every passing second, the knot of anxiety in her chest twisted tighter.

As they approached Yotsuya, Hikari tapped Chuu’s shoulder, signaling for him to stop by a vending machine on the side of the road.

“Again?” Chuu asked, incredulous.

Hikari rubbed her tired eyes. “I’m still a zombie, yeah. I need coffee.”

With a resigned sigh, Chuu pulled over. Hikari quickly made her way to the vending machine, tapping the buttons with more force than necessary. The can clunked down into the tray, and she popped it open, taking a long sip of the sweet, creamy liquid. Then another, and another.

Then she heard it—voices drifting from a nearby alley. Not just any voices, but the unmistakable, cocky tones of Yotsuya Kaidan. Her hand froze, her ears straining to catch their words.

“…yeah, those Toman idiots didn’t even see it coming,” one of them sneered, laughter following. “Fucking Ryusei, that Chifuyu guy… even their captain, Baji. They walked right into it. They’re screwed.”

Hikari crushed the empty can of coffee in her hand and storm clouds gathered in her eyes. The words hit her like a slap in the face. Ambushed. They were ambushed.

Her pulse thundered in her ears as rage swelled inside her, instantly burning away the exhaustion. These bastards—these smug, pathetic assholes—thought they could ambush her family and get away with it?

Not a fucking chance.

Her eyes blazed and she tossed the mangled remains of the coffee can into the recycling without breaking her gaze from the thugs. Her voice dropped to a dangerous, deadly calm. “What’s this I hear about an ambush?”

They stopped laughing, their gazes snapping toward her in the unmistakable black uniform of Toman. Recognition flickered in their eyes, and their cocky grins faltered. Toman's princess.

Hikari took a slow, deliberate step toward them, moving with the predatory grace of a lioness. Her posture screamed power, and the thugs realized too late that they were the herd of gazelles.

They were screwed. And they knew it.

In a mostly useless act of bravado, although he had no idea just how useless it would turn out to be, one of them lifted his chin and asked, “Who the hell do you think you are?”

“I’m Todawa Fucking Hikari, you dipshit,” she spat, her voice dripping with contempt. “First Division Toman.” She took another step forward, ready to conjure the shit storm of the century and rain down fiery hell upon their sorry asses.

As she took another step, Chuu and the rest of the First Division rounded the corner, their presence towering behind her looming like a storm cloud.

Hikari’s fists clenched, the rage simmering beneath her calm exterior. “Now,” she said, her voice dangerously soft as she tilted her head, her eyes narrowing. “You’re going to tell me exactly where they are… or I’m going to make sure you regret ever being born.”

The Yotsuya Kaidan members paled, glancing at each other in panic. They could tell there was no getting out of this. Not with Toman's princess standing before them like some vengeful deity, backed by Toman’s entire attack division.

One of them, the apparent leader of the group, swallowed hard, his bravado completely shattered. “W-we didn’t mean anything by it!” he stammered, holding his hands up in a placating gesture. “We were just… just…”

“Where. Are. They?” Hikari’s voice dropped to a near-growl, and the Yotsuya punks stumbled over themselves, eager to give up the information.

“Th-they’re in the abandoned factory,” the leader blurted out. “I swear! That’s all I know!”

Hikari’s cold, piercing gaze lingered on him for a moment longer, as if weighing whether or not to let them off easy. As much as she wanted to mop the floor with these ass-hats, time was a luxury she couldn't afford to waste on them. Finally, she gave a curt nod, her lips pressed into a thin line.

“Good,” she said icily. “Now, fuck off. Before I change my mind.”

The Yotsuya thugs didn’t need to be told twice. They scrambled, running off as fast as they could, their earlier cockiness completely shattered.

As soon as they were gone, Hikari turned to Chuu, her adrenaline still pumping, but her focus laser-sharp. “Let’s go. We’re getting them back.”

***

The factory was a dark, crumbling husk of what it once had been, filled with the sound of fists hitting flesh, grunts of pain, and the rustling of footsteps over broken glass. Kensho stood tall in the center of the chaos, watching as Baji and Ryusei struggled to get back to their feet, both battered and bruised.

“Your precious Toman is going down,” Kensho sneered, his eyes glinting with malicious satisfaction. “Kazutora was right—Mikey doesn’t care about any of you.”

Baji, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, narrowed his eyes but didn’t bother wasting energy on a response. His body ached, every muscle screaming in protest as he tried to get back up. Ryusei wasn’t faring much better, slumped against a pile of debris and wincing with each shallow breath.

"Kazutora told me everything. Mikey, Toman—how you all betrayed him,” Kensho continued, his words filled with venom. “And now, I’m going to destroy what’s left of you.”

Kensho raised his fist again, ready to strike, when the rolling thunder of approaching motorcycles broke through the tension, growing louder with each passing second.

On the factory roof, Blue Pine heard it, too. A smug grin spread across his face as he leaned into Chifuyu, down on the ground, barely managing to hold himself up. “Hear that, Toman? My guys are here. This is over.”

Chifuyu gritted his teeth, his vision blurred, his muscles trembling from exhaustion. The fight had been brutal, and Blue Pine had him cornered, a twisted sense of victory gleaming in his eyes—until a voice cut through the noise, strong and clear as a bell.

“Hey, Chifuyu! You’re not giving up, are ya?”

Chifuyu’s head snapped up, his heart skipping a beat. Hikari?

Sure enough, from the ground below, Hikari stood there with the First Division at her back, her hands on her hips, her eyes blazing with determination. Chifuyu could see her smirk even from where he was standing.

“Come on, champ!” she called out, her voice ringing through the night. “Kick his ass and meet us inside!”

Chifuyu felt a surge of energy flow through him, renewed by the sight of his friends—his family—rallying together. With a battle cry, he pushed himself off the ground, fists clenched, and went straight at Blue Pine with everything he had left.

***

While Chifuyu fought his way to victory on the roof, Hikari and the First Division stormed the factory with the kind of intensity that only Toman could muster. They barreled through the Yotsuya Kaidan members guarding the entrance like a tsunami, leaving nothing but groaning bodies in their wake.

Inside, Kensho stood over Baji and Ryusei, his knuckles bruised from the beating he had already handed out. He sneered as the door burst open, and Hikari appeared, flanked by the First Division like an unstoppable force of nature.

Baji looked up, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of her. His Hikari, looking like a goddess of war who'd descended from the heavens with the entire division at her back. But his awe quickly turned to dread.

“Hikari, no!” he shouted, his voice rough with urgency. He could see the fire in her eyes, the way her body was tense and ready to fight, but Kensho was no ordinary thug. He was a monster in a fight, and Baji knew she was in way over her head.

But Hikari, fueled by rage and energy drinks, shook her head, her jaw clenched in determination. “Hikari, yes,” she muttered under her breath, her eyes locked onto Kensho.

She took a step forward, her hands balling into fists. “I am one cranky-ass, jet-lagged bitch who’s hopped up on caffeine. And I’m in no mood for bullshit.”

Kensho sized her up, his smug expression shifting to one of annoyance. “Another Toman brat?” he spat. “You really think you can take me down?”

“Maybe not alone,” she said, her voice calm but laced with defiance. “But I don’t need to.”

With that, Hikari rushed forward, throwing herself at him. Kensho moved to block her, but the First Division was already on him, swarming like a pack of wolves. Baji, despite his injuries, pushed himself up, joining the fray as Ryusei limped after him.

Kensho fought viciously, swinging wildly as Toman closed in around him, but he couldn’t keep up with their numbers. It was a brutal, chaotic mess of fists and flying kicks, Hikari darting in and out of the chaos, landing blows where she could.

Kensho grabbed her by the arm, yanking her forward. Her heart skipped, but instinct took over. The pro wrestling match with her cousin Josh flooded her mind. She twisted, slipping free, her body moving on autopilot as she leapt onto his shoulders.

With a sharp twist of her hips, she flipped backward, locking her legs around his neck in a headscissors takedown. In a single, fluid motion, she flipped him head-over-heels, slamming him into the ground.

The impact knocked the wind out of Kensho, his head hitting the concrete with a sickening thud. The room seemed to freeze as shock rippled through the First Division, watching the move with awe.

Keisuke, leaning against the wall for support, stared at her with wide eyes, barely believing what he had just seen.

Hikari, panting heavily, stumbled back, adrenaline still buzzing through her veins. “Like I said,” she muttered, running a hand through her tangled hair, “I’m not in the mood for bullshit.”

Kensho groaned, his body limp on the floor, completely dazed by the takedown.

Hikari leaned against a stack of crates, catching her breath. Keisuke limped over, his face pale and bruised, but grinning widely.

“I can’t believe you just pulled off that move,” he said, his voice filled with admiration.

Hikari shrugged, a small smirk on her lips. “I kinda can't believe it, either. It was pretty fun, though.”

He chuckled, his gaze softening as he looked her over, making sure she was okay. “You’re insane, you know that?”

Hikari shot him a grin, her exhaustion finally catching up. “Yeah, well… you love me for it.”

Baji’s smile widened, and despite the chaos of the night, for a brief moment, everything felt right.

Toman's First Division stood victorious, their enemies scattered and unconscious on the floor of the abandoned factory. Kensho, once a looming threat, now lay limp, dazed by the takedown Hikari had landed on him and the combined strength of Toman.

Hikari wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, finally letting herself catch her breath. She felt the adrenaline wearing off. Her limbs were heavy, and her mind was a little foggy, but a sense of satisfaction thrummed through her.

She had pulled through—they had pulled through. Nobody messed with Toman’s First Division and got away with it. 

With everything wrapped up, the group quietly left the factory, leaving Yotsuya Kaidan in their rearview mirrors. Their job was done, and everyone was heading home in one piece.

***

As they rode back to Shibuya, the tension that held Hikari upright finally broke. The movement of the motorcycle, the rhythmic rumble of the engine beneath her, and the familiar feeling of Keisuke in front of her—his solid frame keeping her steady—were almost enough to make her forget the bruises and aches from the fight.

She rested her head against his shoulder, her arms wrapped securely around his waist, her body sagging with exhaustion. Keisuke felt her lean into him, her soft breath against his neck, and a sense of calm settled over him. He’d missed her terribly while she was away—more than he’d ever admit. And as much as he’d wanted to keep her away from this mess, he couldn’t help but feel relieved that she showed up when she did.

She had his back, like she always did.

The streets of Shibuya blurred by, neon signs casting streaks of color over them as they sped through the city. His mind drifted back to the fight, to how close they’d come to something worse. He’d be grateful to Hikari forever.

As the familiar streets of their neighborhood came into view, he let out a long breath, a tired smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. They were heading home, and for the first time in what felt like days, he could finally let his guard down.

***

Back at Ryusei’s apartment, things were less victorious. The fight was over, but the reality of what was to come lingered heavily in the air. Kojiro, battered and bruised, sat quietly beside his childhood friend, staring at the floor as if deep in thought. Kensho and the rest of Yotsuya Kaidan were headed back to juvie, but both Ryusei and Kojiro knew it wouldn’t end there.

The cycle of violence, the endless tug of revenge and loyalty—it would all repeat itself when Kensho got out again. And neither Ryusei nor Kojiro wanted to be caught in it anymore.

“This… has to stop,” Ryusei said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper as he turned to face Kojiro. “We can’t keep doing this. It’ll never end.”

Kojiro, still nursing a busted lip, glanced at him with tired eyes. He had seen enough, felt enough, to know Ryusei was right. But how did you just walk away from something like this? How did you leave the life that had shaped you, even if it was destroying you?

“I’ve been thinking,” Ryusei continued, his voice steadier now. “Remember when we were kids? We talked about running away, about starting fresh somewhere new?”

Kojiro’s gaze softened, the memory flashing through his mind. “Yeah,” he said, his voice gruff but filled with nostalgia. “We used to dream about that.”

“Well,” Ryusei said, his eyes hardening with resolve, “maybe now’s the time. We’ve got a chance to get out. My mom’s already been talking about selling the bar and moving somewhere else. Somewhere far away from all this.”

Kojiro blinked, surprised. “You serious?”

“Yeah,” Ryusei nodded. “Okinawa. She found a bar down there—a fixer-upper. It’ll need a lot of work, but she’s got me, and you, if you want. We can start over, Kojiro. We don’t have to keep going down this road.”

Kojiro didn’t answer right away, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized Ryusei was right. They had both given enough—bled enough for Yotsuya Kaidan, for Toman, for the mess that had been their lives.

“Yeah,” Kojiro finally said, the corner of his mouth lifting into a small smile. “Yeah, maybe it’s time.”

***

Several weeks later, Ryusei and Kojiro stood in front of the bar, their bags packed and ready for the move to Okinawa. The rest of Toman’s first division was there to see them off—Chifuyu, Baji, Hikari, and the others, their faces a mixture of sadness and understanding.

It wasn’t easy saying goodbye, but they all knew it was the right thing for Ryusei and Kojiro. They needed a fresh start, far away from the shadows of Yotsuya Kaidan and the cycle of violence that had gripped them for so long.

Baji clapped Ryusei on the back, a rare warmth in his voice. “You’re always one of us,” he said, his tone rough around the edges. “Doesn’t matter where you are.”

Ryusei smiled, nodding. “Same goes for you guys.”

Hikari stepped forward, giving Ryusei a small, sad smile. “You better come visit,” she said, her voice soft but teasing. “Or I’ll track you down.”

Ryusei chuckled, though his eyes held a touch of sadness. “Wouldn’t miss it. Someone’s gotta keep you on your toes.”

The group shared a quiet laugh, each of them taking in the weight of the moment. There was a finality here, but also a sense of hope. This wasn’t goodbye forever—it was a chance to rebuild, to find peace.

As the car pulled away, Hikari stood with Keisuke, her head resting on his shoulder. She watched until it disappeared from sight, a bittersweet ache settling in her chest.

“Think they’ll be okay?” she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Keisuke wrapped an arm around her shoulders, his gaze still on the spot where the car had vanished. “Yeah,” he murmured. “They’ll be fine. They’ve got each other.”

She nodded, exhaling slowly. “We all do.”

He smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of her head. “Yeah,” he whispered. “We do.”

And as the sun set over the city, Toman’s First Division stood together, knowing that no matter where the road took them, they would always have each other.

[jonesatheart]

Body Modification

"Hey, pal."  

Casey closed his eyes with a soft groan. "I'm dyin', aren't I?"  

Raph chuckled and tousled his hair. "No, ya not dyin', drama king."  

"It's somethin' bad if I'm in'e lab and you're here without Don. If it was fixable you'd'a gotten Don as soon as I started wakin' up. So what's wrong with me?"  

Raph shifted. "It's complicated. It's fixable, it's just gonna take a few months."  

Casey hummed. "What'd I break?"  

"Nothin'."  

He lifted his head to look at Raph. "Then what is it?"  

"You feelin' okay to sit up? Ya were pretty doped up when we first found ya." 

Casey nodded and pushed himself onto his elbows. "Yeah. Honestly. I'm feeling pretty okay considerin' it sounds like ya had to go all mission impossible for me."  

"Yeah, well. They weren't tryin'a rough you up too bad. Kinda just happened. Don says ya didn't have many defensive wounds so they probably ambushed ya and dosed ya pretty quick then kept ya under the whole time. Ya been in and out here for a few hours too." 

"You're bein' weird, Raph."  

"I'm really sorry, Casey," he answered quietly, unable to fully look at Casey. "We really...we failed ya this time." 

"Okay, now you're just scarin' me. What happened?"  

"We think they took ya from your apartment. I got a text from you sayin' ya made it home fine after patrol and...based on the time line either they jumped ya right after ya sent it or they just sent it themselves."  

Casey felt his heart rate kick up as dread settle into his chest. "Raph, what day is it?" 

"It's Wednesday. They nabbed ya late Monday, early Tuesday. We don't always talk durin' the day and bein' out, we slept late. April's ben outta town so it wasn't till we tried gettin' a hold of ya about comin' over for dinner that we knew somethin' was wrong. It didn't take us long to find ya after that though. They didn't even really fight back about it. Just let us take ya."  

He cast a warily look at his friend. "They being?..."  

"The Dragons. We brought ya back Tuesday night and Don ran some tests to make sure you were okay, got ya started on an IV and some other stuff we nabbed from a few ambulances, and you been sleepin' off whatever it was they gave ya."  

"So it's like a full twenty-four hours kinda thing."  

"Close to, yeah."  

"And I guess it has somethin' to do with?..." He raised his left arm which was bandaged from the elbow down to his knuckles. 

"Yeah."  

"Do I wanna know?" 

Raph shook his head. "Ya really don't."  

"I wanna see it."  

"Case-" 

"Raph-" 

"It's a tattoo. It's...It's their tattoo." 

Casey went still. "What do you mean 'their tattoo'?"  

"I'm sorry."  

"I wanna see it."  

"Casey-"  "It's not goin' anywhere and I'm gonna have to deal with it. Let me see it."  

"Okay." Raph held out his hand and Casey gave him his arm.  

"Hey." Casey rested his other hand over Raph's. "This is not your fault and I'm not mad at ya."  

Raph nodded. "Let's get this off and then ya can decide how ya feel."  

Casey stared at his arm as little by little  the outline of a purple dragon appeared, the tail first just under his elbow and ending with a severed head on the back of his hand. It was impossible not to recognize. A near perfect recreation of the one on Hun's arm, but condensed to his forearm where it could never be out of sight. The severed head either a threat or an accusation. 

He started gagging and Raph snatched the small bin off the floor and shoved it into his hands. He stood by his friend, holding back his hair and keeping the trash can steady.  

"Donny!" Raph shouted. "Get in here!" 

Donatello rushed and took the trash can from Raph. "Was he complaining of any symptoms before he got sick?" 

"He just threw up when I showed him his arm," Raph replied, massaging one of Casey's shoulders.  

"The shock of it then," Don nodded.  

--- 

"When can I get rid of it?" Casey asked, his voice dull from exhaustion and throwing his guts up. It had taken a while, even after his stomach was empty, for the his body to relax and stop dry heaving. Even then he was still shaking.  

"From my research, at least four months. Maybe up to six." 

"After that?" 

"Laser removal is an option. But the coloring does make it difficult. Thankfully they didn't have time to fill it in, but purple is one of the more difficult inks to remove. And. Scarring is always a possibility."  

Casey nodded and leaned into Raph who slipped an arm around his back. 

"I know you're not going to want to, but taking care of it is going to be really important. Keeping an eye out for infection and making sure the skin heals properly can help prevent scaring. We can always help you with that. But the faster it heals, the sooner we can look more seriously into removal options."  

"Thanks for takin' care of me, Don."  

Donatello reached out and squeezed his wrist. "That's what family does."  

"Family looks out for each other, we already talked about it, we want ya to hang out here till we can get you a new place," Raph told him. "That's not an offer. I'm tellin' you that's what gonna happen," he clarified when Casey looked like he might argue.  

"It ain't like they couldn't find me at the shop or somewhere else if they really wanted to," he grumbled. 

"Doesn't mean we gotta just hand ya over either." 

"They're not gonna kill me, Raph. If they'd wanted to do that they'd'a done it already. They want me to live with this. They don't need to get revenge beyond this."  

[ghostismybbygorl]

Neighbor troubles

Soap x ghost (in gaz' perspective)

Nsfw: mentions of sex

This is based off of this tiktok

Pic: @pandemicdragon on tiktok

Enjoy >:3

Gaz sat up in bed nestled in his plaid robes with his pink flamigo blanket tucked around him. He was reading soaps book about art having a couple of the pages marked for him to study later. He was finishing up a paragraph where he hear a set of light footsteps walking down the hall and the sound of his neighbors door open

"Youre late" a low whisper emitted

"Yeah i know i know got caught up lookin for my book. Havent a clue where it went"

Gaz's ears perked up when he heard the thick Scottish accent.

Soap....in ghosts?..... in ghosts room?..... this late?

Gaz shook his head head looked at the clock

"Oh wow 2 am" he thought "its actually pretty late" he looked at the page he was on.

"Maybe ill just finish this chapter....."

"OH FUCK!" A loud whisper interrupted his thiughts

Gaz's eye looked up from the works analyzing his surroundings

Did soap stub his toe or something?

Another sound emitted from the room

"Mmm fuck! yes! yes! yes!"

They must be playing smash or something right? Gaz quietly panicked trying to deny the fact that something is happening and returning back to his book.

The he heard the light

Creak...creak....creak...creak

Gaz ket oht a awkward chuckle

Maybe theyre changing seats

"Ohh yeaahhh~" soap moaned

"NOPE" gaz said slamming the book shut and civering his ears

NOPE HIS COMRADES ARENT FUCKING

creak..creak..CREAK...CREAK..BANG!

Maybe they're just wresting? Yeah! Theyre wrestling!

BANG.BANG.BANG

"GOD DONFT FUCKEN STOP OHH FUCK YES YES YES YES!" Soap moaned

gazs eye where wide with shock his ears defiled by the lewd sounds emitting from his neighbors room

He panicked theowing his blanket off of him and running out the door and slamming it shut. He briskly rushed down tge hallway where he still heard the distance sounds of soap getting his back blown out by his lieutenant.

He ran as far as he could go ending up at prices office at the other side of the building. He quickly rushed in closing the door huffing for air

Price jumped out if his seat his the papers he was looking at now littered on the ground

hia cigar that hung from his lips was now on-top of the desk gently letting a small hiss of what was burning below it. Price hurriedly wiped the ashes off the desk placing his cigar on the ash tray next to him

"Fucking hell kyle! What's got you in such a fuckin' tizzy?!"

Gaz froze the words from his lips couldn't form a sentence

"Answer me Sargent! Did you need anything or are you here to give me a good scare?!"

Kyle blinked a couple times before succumbing ti his surroundings

"N-nothing sir....just had a night terror...needed a place to... uh.... calm down?"

Price gave him a series of expressions ranging from concern, confusion and then acceptance

"Right.." price said stacking his papers and setting them on the desk

"Care to talk about i-"

"NO!" Gaz replied harshly "uh i mean no sir i dont want to talk about it"

Price noded his head grabbing his cigar and taking a drag

"Well then" he tapped his cigar on the ash tray the picking it up and walking towards kyle

"You can stay here, ive got a blanket on the loveseat you can use or if you need company i have a sleeping pad in my room you can rest on. Choice is yours" price patted his shoulder walking out of the room taking a puff from his cigar. "Night kid

Gaz sat down on the loveseat wrapping the blanket around his shoulders eventually drifting away to sleep

"Gaz" a hushed whisper emitted

Gaz opened his eyes to see ghost standing there with a box. Gaz immediately shot up rubbing the sleep out if his eyes

"Lieutenant! what uh what are you doing here?"

"Went to drop off some papers for price and saw you sleepin ere" ghost replied handing him the box

"Sorry for uh last night....."

Kyle gingerly grabbed the box which was a nice pair of noise cancelling headphones

"Oh!" Kyle replied "uh...thanks" rubbing his meck

"Yeah..no....no problem... if this uh happens just bang on the wall..."

"Got it...."

There was a awkward silence between the two. Gaz got up from the love seat

"Well im gonna go to my room and uh....get ready for the day"

Ghost nodded as gaz skedaddled to his room to get ready for the day.

Later that night the same thing happened

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump

"FUCK!"

Thump.thump.thump.thump

"MMM DONT FUCKING STOP"

"Jesus fuck!" Gaz yelled how the fuck are they at it again wasn't one night enough? He banged on the wall earning a knock back. Gaz face was in pure confusion did they just knock back??? Gaz heard a snicker behind the wall before the Thump thump thump started back again

Gaz groaned grabbing his headphones and playing some white noise to wash away the lewd sounds that echoed from the lieutenants room. He huffed scrolling through his phone when he got a text from alex

Hey! Ill be around for a short mission tomorrow wanna hang out after? Maybe play some chess? ♟️😉

Gaz smirked

Time for payback 😈



[punisheye]

💭 + "Have you been sleeping well lately...? I was wondering how you felt about dreams, is all."

oldass meme

"Sleepin' fine," he replies with a wave of his hand. It's mostly the truth, but there have been some nights recently where he's had a hard time falling or staying asleep. His Vash's insomnia is coming back with the recent arrival of Bluesummers, so Wolfwood finds himself staying up with him. "Dreams?"

Wolfwood ponders it. Wolfwood doesn't remember most of his dreams. He always remembers the nightmares, but usually none of the nicer stuff. Nicer stuff, like returning to the orphanage and not having blood on his hands (and he knows he'd be welcomed with open arms, this is a realization he had moments before dying); like strong, familiar hands pressing into his waist while long eyelashes brush over his collarbone and a warm mouth moves over his skin. That one's real now.

"Some of 'em are better left dreams," he says. "I don't remember most of mine anyhow. If you were lookin' for somethin' deep 'n' introspective, sorry ta disappoint."

[castelia-pidove]

sorry for the late reply, but i did actually end up just sleepin... so i guess i'm passin on your station.

i have a tranquill named Betty and an archen named Ana. they're both very sweet girls and they love to cuddle :>

really tired today... guess i didn't sleep well

[appalachianapologies]

can’t figure out if these words fit into either of the 2 fics in the Tender Mercies universe that im writing, so take them here-

Jack doesn’t actually know what he said. Doesn’t know why he called them in the first place. He trusts the Bozers more than he thought he’d be able to trust after his stint with the CIA, but this isn’t something that anyone should burden family friends with.

He’s on autopilot, though. Did exactly what he would’ve done if he had stayed on the ranch in Texas. He has no idea if things work the same out in rural California, but it’s too late now.

Jack’s phone rests in a white-knuckled grip in his right fist. Each breath feels like it’s only reaching halfway into his chest. Nothing quite feels right.

He hasn’t screamed or cried or done anything else that Jack thinks he probably should’ve done. That people who are truly human would be doing right now. Everything just feels… distant. Not quite numb, but like it’s happening to someone else.

And in a way, it is.

Jack can push all of this down. Mac, on the other hand, won’t be able to. Still blissfully asleep and Jack thinks that maybe he should just wait until the morning, wait until the weekend, wait for a couple of years before telling him.

It wouldn’t be fair.

He’s not stupid.

There’s a knock on the door, and almost mechanically, Jack moves toward it. Unlocks it without taking a look to see who was outside.

Both Loretta and Milton stand a few feet outside. “Jesus, Jack, I’m so sorry.”

He just shakes his head, stepping aside to let them in. Clearing his throat, he awkwardly asks, “Boze’s gonna be okay at home?”

“He’s thirteen and asleep,” Loretta replies. “Don’t worry about him. You hear me? You don’t have to worry about anything but you and Mac right now.”

Jack swallows. Turns back toward the kitchen table but can’t get his legs to start actually moving. “He’s still sleepin’. Can’t- I don’t know what to do. How do I tell-” He cuts himself off with a choke. He can handle everything else. Telling Mac, though? Apparently that’s the end of his rope.

“You don’t have to tell him right this second,” Milton says. “You can let him sleep ’til morning.”

Jack knows that. He’s already considered it, and has already made up his mind. 

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you give off tokoyami vibes idk why

Seshdhfj nice 👌

The past year has probably turned me into more of an edgelord than I'd like to admit 😅

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yancy, bob and wade 💜

Yancy: Share some songs that have been stuck on your mind recently

(It’s a) Departure by The Long Winters (Where are my MBMBAM fans at??)Peach Pit by PEACH PITCurious by Hayley KiyokoOne of The Drunks by Panic! At The DiscoDid It To Myself by Orla Gartland

Bob and Wade: Bob or Wade? …that’s the question, who are you?