#where are sons number 3 to 6 you will ask

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my beautiful daughter will be called encity and my three sons will be called one two and seven

[save-mohamed-family]

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I love you all 🙏🙏♥️🌹

I am Mohammed Almanasra, 32 years old, married, and a father of three children: Abdulrahman, 6 years old, Sarah, 4 years old, and Lina, 3 years old.

My story began with the loss of my parents and four of my sisters, who were bombed and lost their lives along with their children after the events of October 7 and the severe war on Gaza. Now, I am facing a severe injury to my leg, which is at risk of amputation if I do not receive the necessary treatment. My wife, children, and I are displaced, without parents or siblings, and my wife is also suffering from uterine cancer.

Recently, I moved to the south of the Gaza Strip, fearing for the lives of my children. We left behind our memories and our new home, for which we had not finished paying the installments, in addition to losing my job. Currently, I live in a tent that does not protect me from the heat of summer or the cold of winter, and without the minimum necessary livinng basics including water, food medical care, clothe and even bedding .

I suffer from a chronic asthma and severe attacks from tightness and an extreme allergy in the ear and I need medicine that are not available, or very expensive .

Under these difficult circumstances, after five attempts at displacement and narrowly escaping death from the bombing, I am trying with all my might to protect my family, the most precious thing I have.

My dreams were shattered, and my house was destroyed, and I found myself living in a tent no larger than 4 square metres. My work turned from a tailor to a street vendor in order to barely buy a few crumbs of bread to feed my children.

Look at what happened to my children because of the intense heat and the insects that thrive in the summer season. Every day, I take them to the hospital to treat them due to poisonous insect bites. I implore every kind-hearted soul to help me protect my children.

My son, Abdul Rahman, has a deep passion for playing football and is a devoted fan of Real Madrid. He always dreamed of playing football at his school, but the war prevented this dream from coming true.

Where are you, Real Madrid fans ?

Help Abdul Rahman achieve his dream.

Every donation will make an enormous difference in helping me save my family.

I feel very sad and embarrassed to ask for help, but I have no other options left. I know that this request is difficult, but I also know that there is still humanity and living consciences and I believe in miracles.

Your support during this extremely difficult time will give us hope in the midst of devastation and despair.

If you have any inquiries or questions, feel free to ask me, please!

To everyone with a compassionate heart,

To all who understand the essence of humanity,

This is a message from my innocent children, who trust that their words will reach everyone who truly understands the meaning of childhood.

We cry out to you, asking you to feel our sorrow and pain, and to extend a helping hand to us in this time when we are in desperate need of your mercy and compassion.

My name is being repeatedly added to many public and private donation campaigns. Please, be a support for me in this difficult situation.

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/u/0/d/1yYkNp5U3ANwILl2MknJi9G7ArY4uVTEEQ1CVfzR8Ioo/htmlview

Sincere greetings & thanks

Mohammed & the family

[lightseoul]

im surprised no one asked for this yet but please do no. 17 for the 2k milestone 💌 your works are amazing!!!! 🥰🫂

hello, elle! this ask gets a fast pass because SAME i was just waiting for someone to request this number, so thank you!!! and i just want to quickly thank you as well for all the love you've shown my works, i see and appreciate you sm <3

(this is lightseoul's 2k milestone event ft. bakugou katsuki! to play, view the numbered list of prompts here, then simply send an ask with your chosen number and i'll whip something up!)

17. "DID YOU BUY ME FLOWERS?" (1.3k)

ping.

you startle ever so minutely at the chime that just reverberated across your car, briefly interrupting that one song that’s been on repeat for the last few days. as your speakers resume playing the familiar melody, you glance at the phone held in place by your handy mount, and you can’t help the smile that creeps up your face when you see the notification.

(6:54 PM) katsuki🧡 : Will be down in a sec.

you kissed him goodbye and called out a ‘take care’ just this morning before he left for work, but it feels like it’s been more than 24 hours since you last saw each other.

maybe you can chalk it up to your own workday being brutal and full of mishaps, but you’re lucky enough to have been able to leave on the dot instead of working overtime like the man who just texted you.

you were set to go on a dinner date, what with today being a friday and there being a new sought-after ramen shop that just opened earlier this week downtown. the plan was to meet back at your shared apartment so that he could drive you both to the restaurant, but a message from him at 4 in the afternoon saying he had to patrol overtime required you to do a little bit of adjusting.

which explains why you’re now parked right in front of the ground riot agency, essentially picking up your boyfriend.

tapping your fingers impatiently on the steering wheel, you peer through the window to your right, eyeing the entrance to the building. true to his word, #4 pro-hero dynamight emerges from the glass doors, now wrapped in casual clothes instead of the hero gear he left home in this morning.

you barely make out him scanning the parking lot with that signature scowl on his face, but the angry expression instantly morphs into a look of recognition when he spots your car.

the man starts jogging toward you, and as he gets closer and closer to where you’re stationed, that’s when you notice he’s carrying what suspiciously looks like a bouquet of flowers.

but you don’t even get to react because, in a matter of seconds, he’s already opening the door to the passenger’s seat.

as he slides into the spot beside you, you’re instantly hit with the comforting smell of burnt caramel and that signature perfume of his that never fails to make you just a tad bit light-headed and, quite frankly, dumb.

“hey, babe,” bakugou greets you, before leaning over the console and placing a firm hand on the crook of your neck, bringing you in for a kiss.

despite yourself and the sheer number of times you’ve done this, you still flush when you feel his tongue brush over your lower lip just ever so slightly, which you’ve long identified as his way of asking for permission.

you’ve never been the type to deny him, and so you relent.

you barely stop yourself from groaning when the wet muscle enters your mouth, and for a moment you just sit there—brain empty—as he kisses you fervently, his grip on you unrelenting as ever.

bakugou katsuki doesn’t half-ass things, and that includes kissing you.

eventually, when you think he’s satisfied enough and aptly satiated, he pulls away, and it takes you a moment to ground yourself back to reality. he must’ve noticed, because the cocky son of a bitch only smirks to himself before moving again.

dazed, you watch your boyfriend as he stirs in his seat and grabs the bouquet you completely forgot about from under his feet, thrusting it toward you.

“here.”

your eyes dart back and forth between the bunch of pink tulips and the man, “are you being serious, right now?”

his eyebrows instantly furrow. “what? ‘course i am. picked them up during patrol. knew you’d like ‘em.”

at his mention of the item, your gaze drifts to the thing that’s been sitting in wait in your backseat.

bakugou studies you for a beat, probably wondering what the fuck is going on, before following your line of vision.

you brace yourself for his confusion or maybe even stunned silence in reaction to it.

but neither of those comes.

what does come, is something close to indignation.

“…who the fuck gave you that?”

you feel your face contort in confusion. “what?”

at that, bakugou turns even more toward the backseat, staring down the poor bouquet of orange lilies that absolutely hasn’t done anything wrong to be met with such disdain.

“which dipshit gave you those, hah?” he spews, evidently miffed. “was it that stupid coworker of yours who’s calling himself your fucking work husband?”

“what? no!” you exclaim, because why the hell would he think you’d even accept in the first place?

even with your denial, though, bakugou isn’t looking too pleased, now closely resembling a petulant child.

a cute, jealous, petulant child—

—holding a collection of tulips.

you try to tamp down the grin that’s fighting to take over your features, knowing better than to make him feel embarrassed for getting riled up over the idea of other guys being around you. reaching to the backseat, you take the assortment and quickly fix the areas that inadvertently got folded during the drive over, ultimately handing it to the man.

only the said man looks at you like you just grew horns.

it takes him a second to reply, voice gruff and low when he asks, disbelieving: “did you buy me flowers?”

you really don’t know how else to respond, so you nod. “got them on the way here. they were on display and they reminded me of you.”

at that, bakugou doesn’t say anything, eyes unwaveringly fixed on the bursts of orange.

but he doesn’t move to take them off your hands or something.

you feel your smile faltering just a little. “you don’t like them?”

he looks up at you, like your voice just brought him back from where he was deep in thought. “yeah—no, they’re nice.”

before you get to dwell on what nice means and if he really meant that or was just being courteous, bakugou wordlessly coaxes the flowers from your grip and sets them alongside the ones he got you.

once they’re secure in the tiny space beside him, he then leans over the console again, before planting a lingering kiss on your lips.

one that tells you all the things he can’t bring himself to say—at least at this exact moment.

one that’s definitely saying thank you and i love you.

and maybe, if you read into it close enough, an i love it—give me more in the future.

you eagerly return it before he can pull away.

you don’t think bakugou noticed, but on the silent drive to the restaurant (after you spent ten more minutes in the lot making out), you stole a glance just in time to catch him sniffing the flowers (the ones you got him) and seemingly fighting the upturn of the corners of his lips.

he also brought the bouquets with him to the restaurant, which he absolutely didn’t have to. when you playfully called him out on it, he told you off by saying you can’t just leave flowers in a car for various reasons. you listened to him as he went on and on about why that’s so, but the redness of his ears sort of gave him away.

and when you got home, the first thing he did when he thought you weren’t looking was grab two vases and get to work arranging the tulips and lilies together, placing them side by side at the center of your dining table.

it wouldn’t be until two weeks later, however, that you accidentally bump into his bedside table, causing the book he’s about halfway done reading to fall on the floor.

and when you stoop down to pick it up, you see that he’s on page 280, to be exact.

and marking that halfway point is a dried lily.

[meadowfics]

the kang family household:

inspo and moodboard pictures

the front door area:

picture one inspo

picture two inspo

picture three inspo

the wrap around porch outside of the home :D

the living room:

picture number one

picture number two

sectional couches are perfect for a growing family <3

byeol LOVES the cushions of the couch, its clear since she goes to sleep so quickly whenever you guys lay her on the couch <3

the sunroom:

the home came with a sunroom.

more pictures of sunroom

to be honest, you and dae-ho had no idea what a 'sunroom' was before buying a home.

whenever you gave birth to seo-ah, you LOVED breastfeeding (or giving her formula if that is what you preferred) in the sunny room.

you rested on the couches, the sun giving you vitamin C, as your daughter was fed.

you do the same with byeol now<3

the kitchen:

picture one

picture two

picture three

the pantry!

its the most modern part of your home.

you renovated this kitchen four months after giving birth to seo-ah.

you got help from dae-ho of course, but this design was all you!

the master bedroom (yours and dae-ho's):

picture one

picture two

picture three

imagine a bedroom with many windows.

dae-ho used to jokingly complain about the sunlight that would hit the room in the mornings, but learned that it helped his mental health a little bit <3

the bed is king sized, big enough for when your girls want to lay with you at night!

the master bathroom attached to your bedroom

the master closet attached to your bedroom

seo-ah's bedroom, aka the 'color pink' daughter:

seo-ah's bed

seo-ah's favorite bunny <3

you are OBSESSED with her bed!

dae-ho built it for seo-ah, with the help of ya-sol's sons (dae-ho's nephews), after seo-ah turned three.

you were crying for days knowing that seo-ah was transferring from her baby bed to her big girl one <3

a pink soccer ball seo-ah keeps on her dresser

your oldest daughter is obsessed with this soccer ball, never kicking it due to how pretty it looks to her!

seo-ah's favorite shoes that she keeps by her bedroom door, always asking you and dae-ho if she could wear them everyday <3

the bathroom attached to her bedroom

seo-ah is never in her bathroom unless dae-ho or you are giving her bath time.

however, she does go in there whenever she steals dae-ho's shampoo to make 'potions' in her bathroom sink haha

byeol's bedroom, aka the 'color purple' daughter:

byeol's nursery

the in-wall couch inside of byeol's bedroom

I love that the wall behind the in-wall couch has the same tree that set-ah's bed has <3

dae-ho and you love hanging out in byeol's room with the baby, since the in-wall couch is super comfortable for everyone!

byeol's 'going home from the hospital' outfit from when she was first born.

you keep this outfit in her dresser, planning on keeping it for a long time <3

the covers on byeol's bed

the bunnies in her room <3

byeol's closet full of baby clothes :D + more clothes

there is a changing table in her room that is purple.

its where you keep most of her diapers, wipes, baby lotions, rash cream, and some onesies <3

other random details:

the back area of the house, which leads to the backyard

the laundry room beside the kitchen

the laundry room in the basement area

the guest bedroom in the basement

your bookshelf in the hallway of the basement area

the backyard garden of yours, where seo-ah loves to play soccer in

the upstairs to downstairs staircase area

the only bathroom in the basement that dae-ho and you renovated

hyun-ju joked that your home costed 850 million won, in reality it was just about 750 million won.

the house is a 6 bedroom, 3.5 bathroom home.

4/6 bedrooms are occupied (the fourth being daeho's office)

the other two are guest bedrooms (for at least right now *wink wink*)

a random corner in the home

your vanity inside one of the guest bedrooms (it was yours in your old apartment, but you kept it and moved it into one of the guest rooms)

many mugs

the countryside neighborhood road <3

kang family series linked here

authors note: I hope the links are working now omg

[koiiiji]

finishing ur requests? uum no. another idea nobody asked about? yes pls💯💯

wooin x sis!reader (platonic)

author’s note : after last chapter i had this headcanon in my head. i suspect that wooin grew up in toxic household where his parents make him study, locking him up in his room, but boy probably was dreaming about just be free, and once left home. i also suspect his family probably has the same wealth as minu, but his parents way more toxic and controlling. but when he left home he left his part there, the part of his soul.

honesty 1000% in love how some ppl just ignored my closed inbox and keep sent requests🤣🤍🫵🏻 seriously guys, the best!! i will answer all requests, almost all is in process(i mean at least 20-40% already done) but now enjoying my time at home😌💌🔒

warnings : no(?) lil fluff, lil angst, nothing hardcore, prob grammar mistakes(not proofed as all my writings)

༘⋆ wooin is older sibling 100%

༘⋆ when his parents told him he will have a sister, when he was 3 or 4 he was jealous, and whole 9 months he waited for someone who will ruin his life

༘⋆ but instead, when your father brought you and your mum to home from hospital, wooin was confused

༘⋆ he only saw a small girl, no one who could harm him in any way

༘⋆ your first ever smile was for him, or because of him by the way!! and he blushed so so much when your small hand clung to his index finger

༘⋆ so he built a soft spot for you in his heart in two years, because first years you’ve been crying, screaming and sobbing mess, well like all toddlers, while wooin was saying that he was too old to babysit you (bro was like 5-6 years old and crying himself to sleep bc didn’t understand how 10*10 equals 100 and 11*11 didn’t equal 111)

༘⋆ btw you were always silent when he was babysitting you. he chuckled each time when you looked at him with wide open eyes

༘⋆ through his childhood your parents were extremely strict with him, so he partly grateful to you for the fact that you took some attention on yourself and gave him the opportunity to be free from his studies and lectures from your parents for a while

༘⋆ but each year atmosphere in your home becomes more toxic, and when you grow up a little you could remember how wooin was locked in his room to study better, because he didn’t have acceptable marks

༘⋆ but you would always sneak in his room late at night, with your saved from the morning sweets and share some with him

༘⋆ you both favorite was lollipops with lemon favors tho!!

༘⋆ when you were about 13 years old, wooin left the house, he was 17

༘⋆ no need to say that your parents were furious. especially your father. in korea it’s common that son is inherits family business or work, so it’s always been a big scandal over his marks, behavior and look

༘⋆ so when he left, for you it meant that all the attention and rigor of your parents were transferred to you

༘⋆ atter the first couple of months of your brother's absence, he found the strength to meet with you

༘⋆ wooin knew perfectly that parents rage will reflect on you, and honestly he were scared - that you will hate him

༘⋆ when he met you near your school, he froze for few seconds and then hugged you so tight that you thought he was about to break your ribs (you returned him that favor)

༘⋆ you two always were close, wooin was your freshness in a house full of stuffy, stagnant air, while you was his little sunshine of hope and happiness in his dark, locked room

༘⋆ you didn’t have a lot of time after your school, so you just hugged tightly and exchanged phone numbers, so you could stay in touch

༘⋆ few days after you find the way to sneak out of the house to meet with your brother you spend few hours on a bench talking and listening to each other

༘⋆ - how are the relatives? on a scale of one to fucked up, how angry were they?

- fucked up in a cube, you know our dad, he wasn't just furious, from the screams from their room, i think he literally lost his temper

༘⋆ wooin just chuckled sadly and rubbed his neck with the palm of his hand

༘⋆ as the years passed, your nightly meetings continued. sometimes he would catch you after school or another after-school club where your parents had put you

༘⋆ wooin offered you to run away to him several times. by your senior year in school, he was self-supporting, and he even had some white-haired giant working for him, constantly pining after him

༘⋆ somehow you refused, deciding to finish school first and then he promised to help you with either work or university, depends on what you will choose

༘⋆ yes, guys from sabbath know you

༘⋆ yes, heyok once caught you two hugging

*wooin pressed his lips on top of your head, tightly shutting his eyes, frowning a little, he didn’t know when he will see you again, because he knew, in exam session parents won’t let you have a free second*

༘⋆ in first place heyok though you two dating, but then joker explained him how things actually going(my headcanon that they gossip girls, frfr)

༘⋆ since you hanged out with wooin you caught your brother’s manners of jokes

༘⋆ “hey, big bro, does that new red haired guy in your team have a girlfri..”

“don’t you even dare to finish this sentence” he exclaimed indignantly. no way his precious little sis will deal with that motherfucker.

[wwwdamerc]

I have so many ideas for Marvey fics, my head is gonna explode🤯

1.A Fire Hazard (called Mike) Firefighter Harvey/Clumsy Mike au: Mike accidentally keeps setting things on fire, one time a cat gets stuck in a tree which is not even his but he's somehow there. It helps that the firefighter is super hot. "How about you stop getting into trouble and just call me next time you fancy meeting me." Harvey says, putting his number in Mike's phone.

2. "Are you two a couple?" - (are you guys familiar with MeetcuteNYC on Instagram?) The host of MeetcuteNYC comes across Mike and Harvey on the road, who are walking together, bantering, laughing, lost in their own world. "Excuse me are you two a couple?" He asks. Mike immediately says no but Harvey's in a good mood, wanting to mess with the guy, says yes, and goes into detail with how they met, what does he like about Mike, meanwhile Mike is gaping at him. But then decides to play along, leading to confessing things to each other without realising how true they are. (This one is inspired by @blake-d fics)

3. Keep you safe (Stockholm syndrome, Dark!Harvey): While Harvey is driving Mike to prison, someone purposefully rams into his car and kidnap Mike. When Mike wakes up, tied up, mouth taped, he sees his kidnapper is none other than Harvey Specter. "Don't worry Mike, you're safe here. No one can take you away from me. You don't understand how bad Prisons are but I will protect you, even if it's from yourself." Mike is flabbergasted, "You set it all up?"

4. Pretty boy (Hooker Mike, Detective Harvey) He thought he knew who he was. A detective. A straight man. A man in control. Harvey Specter lives by the rules—until a chance encounter on a cold New York street shakes everything. When a stakeout leads him to Mike Ross, a sharp-tongued, blue-eyed escort with a smile that disarms and a past full of secrets, Harvey makes a decision that could cost him everything, and Harvey risks everything, his job, his relationship with his longterm girlfriend Scottie, for a night with a momentary fascination, a male hooker. He thought it was a one night stand, until Mike turns out to be a witness in a ongoing case Harvey is working on.

5. Lovesick (Hanahaki disease): Harvey gets Hanahaki disease (where a person coughs up flowers due to unrequited love), full of angst, pining, oblivious Mike, but with happy ending.

6. (Dad!Harvey): Harvey has a 21-22 y/o son (Alex), no one knows this except Donna. Alex got to know he has a father after his mother's death (at 18), already an adult, so Harvey doesn't know much about his personal life. The son gets job as an associate in Pearson Harman. When Harvey sees Mike already knew Alex, sees how they interact, he comes to wrong conclusion that they slept together. (Characters are openly bi in this one, so it's not an odd assumption). Alex plays matchmaker subtly. Funny, cute, rom-comy stuff, jealousy, misunderstandings

7. Good boy (Petplay, Daddy kink, PWP): Harvey thinks it annoys Mike when he uses puppy metaphors. Meanwhile Mike keeps getting most inconvenient boners every time Harvey does it, or praises him or yells at him.

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Your eyes scan the crowded room before locking with a handsome man sitting with friends around a table. The man offered an apologetic smile. You drop your eyes and gather your things, preparing to leave.

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Package 2 : Royalty AU

Your family was invited to the kingdom of Halazia to arrange the marriage between you and the son of the King and Queen.

You and and the prince have never met until today. Your parents are in a room making arrangements for the marriage while you have been accompanied to the large castle garden by some maids who were serving tea.

He had until now avoided meeting you because he was against the marriage

“I can't avoid them if they live in the castle... damn..." he whispers under his breath, then heads out into the garden to approach you.

He takes a deep breath expecting the typical spoiled brat who can't wait to become royalty, snobbish and stupid.

Package 3: Nightclub AU

You are a worker at a popular spicy club and happen to be his favorite worker.

One night you were attacked and called into work so no one would see your bruises.

He arrives at the club and rejects any worker trying to “entertain” him, asking where you were. When he heard you were sick, he left and found a restaurant in the middle of the night to buy you soup. You beg him not to because you don’t want to be seen like that.

He refuses to leave until you at least accept to soup to know you are ok.

Package 4: Medieval AU

You are a noble in the big and flourishing Halazia empire. You have been living with your family peacefully until one day when you attending a ball held by the royal family, you happened to caught the fancy of the Prince, who is known for his selfishness across the country. He had attempted to ask for your hand in marriage, in which you politely rejected him every single time.

Feeling humiliated by your rejections, the Prince took revenge on you by telling his father, the Emperor, to marry you off to the notorious Grand General, who is staying at the North Wall currently.

The Prince thought that your life will become miserable by being married to a man knows for his cruelty and who is basically living in a cold and unforgiving area of the border.

Package 5: Boxer AU

You are at home, flipping through tv channels, only to see him, your ex, on the sports channel.

He had just won a championship match, holding the championship belt proudly as the camera panned around, you see his back, it is still covered in tattoos, but you see a new one, one he didn’t have when you were dating . It was your first name with his last name tattooed in pretty writing. You approach to the TV screen, making sure, and it is really your name.

A few hours later, your phone rings with a familiar number, a number you typically ignore.

Package 6: Celebrity AU

You entered the office, looking around awkwardly. It was your first interview with such a big celebrity of Korea. All you knew was that you would be paid a lot for this interview. She was nervous and awkwardly straightening her hair, sitting in a chair and waiting for him to appear.

When he entered the office, the air suddenly became heavy despite the friendly expression on his face. You were sure that you blushed.

"Your first interview, huh?" he smiled slyly, offering his hand.

Package 7: Bad Boy AU

The two of you have been dating for a few months now, and you've always acted like a typical shy person. Your cute red cheeks, eyes downcast and fingers intertwined in an awkward lock.

It was incredibly endearing to him, and he thought he'd found the perfect quiet one for him… but now, as he lay on the bed with his hands tied to the headboard, he wondered if his judgment was correct…

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The Hellfire Exotic Club Part 7

Hey, guys, I think the not labeling this has got it to see more people and that is fucking depressing as shit. So I will warn in the notes and tags but won't be putting community labels on going forward.

In this we have Wayne come into town and hit off with Steve, things get serious, and Steve explains why Robin and he left their last job.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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Getting Wayne settled into the spare bedroom was like taking a shower after working hard all day. When that first splash hit, it was painful but as you got used to the temperature your body would relax and all the dirt and stress would just melt away.

Eddie hated that he had to have his uncle come down at all, but he needed the help and Wayne had run that club for twenty years before giving it to Eddie. He would know what to do.

“You want to come and meet Robin and Steve?” Eddie asked, shyly hiding his face behind his hair.

Wayne paused from where he was putting away his clothes in the drawer.

“Could do I suppose. You talk more about the girl then you do the boy, and I have a pretty good guess as to why.”

Eddie blushed dark red. “I am but a horny man and yet, despite my job being about selling sex I have not gotten laid in awhile. So I am very weak and he is very pretty.”

Wayne snorted and rolled his eyes. He went back to unpacking his things. “I can stay for as long as you need me, Ed. Doris is fine to look after my plants, I’m retired, I don’t need to go rushing off nowhere.”

Eddie sat down hard on the bed and put his hands in his lap. “I don’t know if I’m built for owning a club. I’m burning the candle at both ends and there are times the only reason I know the day of the is by the fucking color theme when I walk in.”

Wayne sat down on the bed next to him and pulled him in for a hug. Eddie let out a shuddering breath and then suddenly he was crying. He didn’t know where all this was coming from. He thought he had a handle on the club. On his dancers. But he felt like he was falling apart at the seams.

“You’re just tired, son,” Wayne murmured. “But that’s why I’m here. This is partly my fault. I should have eased you into it, given you a couple of years of running it with me as your second then you wouldn’t be in this position. But I’m here now.”

Eddie wanted to refute that claim, but the more he sat there and stewed in that thought, the more it made sense. He nodded.

They sat like that for a moment. Eddie just soaking up the attention and support that he only ever got from Wayne.

He raised his head and wiped his eyes. “Thanks. I think you’ll really like the new show.”

Wayne huffed out a laugh and shook his head. “You really need a social life.”

“Yeah?” Eddie said with a grin. “Is that what Doris is? A social life?”

Wayne pushed him off the bed and Eddie landed on the floor with a thump and a startled laugh. “Don’t put out if you can’t take it, old man.”

“Shut your pie hole,” Wayne groused. He stood up and held out his hand to him. “Let’s go meet this pretty boy of yours.”

~

When Wayne walked into the club, he was impressed on how clean it was. He knew Eddie hired people to clean up, break down, and setup for the next day. But it was clearly worth the effort.

The club was made up in a dark sea of blues. But it wasn’t silky, everything was soft and well... lazy. Perfect for Sloth. Up on the stage the dancers were practicing their numbers. They were all dressed up in various stages of warm up gear. Shorts, tank tops, leotards, tights, some barefoot, others with the balls of their feet tapped, others still in soft soled shoes. No point in wearing heels and twisting something they shouldn’t.

They were currently practicing one the burlesque numbers that they did for the dinner crowd, but it didn’t take a genius or even someone who knew the rest of the dancers to know which one was Steve.

He was the one that lit up like a fucking Christmas tree the moment Eddie walked in and called out his nephew’s name like it was a god damned prayer.

“Hey, Stevie!” Eddie cried back and Wayne refrained from shaking his head fondly. He didn’t know who Ed thought he was fooling, but he was close to head over hills with this boy.

Steve jumped off the stage and came bounding up to the two of them. “Who’s this handsome devil? I’m Steve.”

“I like this one.” Wayne grinned shaking Steve’s hand.

Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes. “This is the OG devil. My Uncle Wayne.”

“With all due respect, sir,” Steve said with his megawatt smile, “but the Kitty Cat Titty Club was a horrible name! “

Wayne threw his head back and laughed. “I thought it sound great right up until I had to put it on business cards. It didn’t sound so great after that.”

Eddie went starry-eyed at Wayne and Steve getting along so well so fast. Pretty soon the only thing standing in the way of him just bending the dancer over his desk and fucking him will be his own god damned stupid rule.

God, kill him now.

But, alas there was no lightning strike and they were being surrounded by the other dancers greeting Wayne and welcoming him back.

“You coming back for good?” Stella asked Wayne, giving Steve the side eye.

Eddie and Steve immediately bristled at the implication that Eddie couldn’t hack it. Eddie was just a little burned out and needed help, not to be replaced.

“Stella Mubarak,” Wayne greeted with a warm smile. “It’s been awhile. We’ll talk later over coffee, but everyone needs to know this right off the bat. I’m here as Eddie’s guest. I’m not here to look at the books, or change dancers, or any of that other nonsense. I’m just here for a couple of weeks because I haven’t seen much of Eddie and since he’s the one running this place, I came to him. The only changes I intend to make is my underwear.”

Steve and Eddie glanced at each other and hid a smirk.That was certainly one way to put any rumors to bed.

“All right, guys!” Eddie called out, “Enough with mugging my uncle. Give him time to breath for fuck sake. He just got into town and will be staying awhile. You can visit with him on your days off. In fact I know he’d like that. But shoo, back to doing what you do best and that’s looking pretty.”

Wayne chuckled as he watched Steve blush at the compliment even though it was directed at everyone.

They all wandered back to the stage, Steve lingering for a moment longer before following suit. Eddie led the way to the office and flopped down at his desk. He tilted head back and sighed dramatically.

Wayne sat in one of the chairs in front of the desk. “When you said there was drama, I was thinking the usual backstabbing and jealously that comes from being a dancer. But Stella asking me outright if I was gonna replace you right in front of the whole fucking troupe was ridiculous. The absolute balls on that one.”

Eddie raised his head and looked him in the eye. “She thinks that Steve changing the show a little is the end of times and won’t accept change. She was also one of the more vocal members telling me I shouldn’t have fired Billy. Which I really fucking should have a hell of a lot sooner.”

Wayne hummed and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Billy’s always been something a dark horse even when I ran the show, but I always thought it was bravado and not actual malice. I hate to say that I was that wrong about a person.”

Eddie buried his head in his hands. “I don’t want to fire Stella too, but I think things are going to get worse before they get better.”

“Always a possibility, unfortunately.”

Eddie got up and went to the filing cabinets. He pulled out two files and handed them to Wayne. “I know you’re not here for this, but look at the numbers from when Billy was in his heyday and the last two weeks with Steve.”

Wayne took them from him pulling out the spreadsheet from a couple of years ago first. The numbers were good, and pretty even across the board. Then he pulled out the spreadsheet for the current month. Steve’s numbers were at least thirty percent higher.

“That’s impressive,” Wayne said with raised eyebrows. “I know he’s only in his first couple of weeks and could dip a little, but I doubt it would be much considering the sheer charisma coming off of him in waves.”

Eddie nodded sitting on the corner of the desk. “He’s an even better dancer. Holy fuck, Uncle Wayne, when I first saw him dance I could feel the emotion radiating off him.”

“Sounds like Stella is jealous at the sudden attention he’s getting,” Wayne said thoughtfully. “I would normally say to just wait it out and see what happens when the dust settles, but–”

There was a large crash and suddenly Eddie and Wayne were on their feet, dashing out the door back to the front of the club.

When they arrived they saw that Steve was at the base of the stage, looking like he’d fallen off of it.

Eddie rushed to his side. “What the hell happened?”

Steve looked at him and then back at the stage. He just shook his head. Snitches got stitches apparently. And hooboy was Eddie pissed. Steve may have not had any desire to rat the person out, but Eddie was going to show his wrath.

He stood up slowly. “Wayne, go check the security recordings.” He raised his head slowly. “And if he finds that anyone pushed him off, will not only be fired, but I will make sure to press charges of assault.

Steve closed his eyes and laid back on the floor with a groan. Eddie looked down at him with a raised eyebrow.

Steve indicated to the office with a jerk of his head. Eddie nodded.

“Hey, Jeff,” he said, “can you get some ice for Stevie here? I’m going to take him to my office to make sure he’s okay.”

“On it!” Jeff replied heading for the kitchen.

Eddie helped Steve to his feet and whispered, “Limp, make a show of it.”

Steve’s eyes went wide, but without so much as a nod to acknowledge what had been said, suddenly Eddie was carrying most of Steve’s weight. His head lulled to the side and he had the most pained expression on his face.

If he hadn’t seen the change in demeanor himself, he would have been really concerned.

They made it to the office and the change in Steve was instantaneous. He straightened up and closed the door quickly behind them.

“All right,” Eddie huffed. “What’s going on? Because the usual reaction to being told that being assaulted was going to be reported to the cops certainly isn’t frustration.”

Steve sat in the same chair that Wayne had just vacated with a flump. “This can’t go any further than this because it’s an active court case and letting you know only stretches the law, not break it.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. “You want to repeat that?”

Steve buried his head in hands for a moment and then slowly raised his head. This Steve looked worn down and defeated. Something Eddie didn’t know how to deal with. The man was usually bright and sunny.

“When I talked to Robin about coming out to the dancers she didn’t want to,” Steve began. “And if Chrissy wasn’t gay and you weren’t bisexual, she wouldn’t have done. Probably would have convinced me not to as well, Chrissy’s comfort be damned.”

“That’s pretty harsh.”

It also didn’t sound like the Robin he had known these past couple of weeks either. The girl was empathetic to the nth degree.

Steve picked at his nails for a moment before spoke again. “You know I worked as a pole dancing instructor for the rec center, did you know Robin was a cleaner there?”

Eddie nodded. He did all the hiring for the club, not just the dancers.

“Her manager was a real piece of work,” Steve said softly. “Racist, misogynistic, and worse; homophobic. He was really bad.”

“So why hadn’t he had been fired?” Eddie asked tilting his head to the side.

“We didn’t know then,” Steve explained, “but we found out after that his uncle was the man who provided the funds for the center to be built. His uncle’s name was on the god damned building.”

Good ole fashion nepotism was the absolute worst. He said as if he didn’t get where he was because his uncle was the previous owner.

“So what happened?”

“He over heard her talking about a hot actress she liked.”

Eddie licked his lips slowly. “Oh shit.”

Steve nodded. “There was no doubt it wasn’t just admiration. He cornered her a storage closet about a week later and started beating her,” he muttered. “If I hadn’t been running late to my class I wouldn’t have her heard her. I managed to pull him off of her and called cops.”

“Did he...” Eddie trailed off. The normal reaction from these types wasn’t just abuse.

Steve shook his head. “I don’t know if I got there before he started or if he just meant to beat her, but no... Thank god!”

Eddie huffed out a sigh of relief.

“Then what happened?” he asked.

“He got arrested,” Steve said darkly, “and we got fired. Her for being gay, though they never said that out loud, and me because I called the cops.”

And then it hit him.

“That’s why the two of needed your days off to align!” Eddie cried. “Shit man, if you had said something I could have made arrangements, especially since it wouldn’t have been a permanent change. “

Steve smile softly. “She didn’t want anyone to know.”

“That’s fair.”

Wayne slipped into the room with Jeff behind him with an ice pack. Jeff handed it to Steve who immediately put it on his elbow.

“I looked at the recordings,” Wayne said. “But there were too many people around Steve to see who pushed him.”

“Shit.”

~

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[karasukarei]

Daily questions 9 - 💙Umemiya Hajime💙 (full compilation)

For each individual day: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

For all other translations, see this post!

Umemiya's answers:

If you have 500 yen, how would you use it? - I'll refill the stock of candy! (t/n: he even calls it "ame-chan" which is so cuteeeee)

If you could travel to somewhere in Japan for a holiday, where would you go? - I want to go to all the places I haven't been to before

What's your favourite condiment? - I like sauce on sunny-side-up eggs!

What do you think about before you sleep? - I'm concerned about the plants, so tomorrow's weather!

What would you eat for your last meal? - Kotoha's omurice! (t/n: he is SO SO SO happy saying this you can FEEL ALL HIS LOVE FOR HIS IMOUTO this is so sweet i want to lie down and cry)

Recently, was there something that made you a little happy? - A seed that wasn't sprouting finally sprouted! (t/n: HE IS SO HAPPY HERE IT'S LIKE HE JUST WATCHED HIS FIRST BORN SON GROW UP)

If someone of the opposite gender asks you for your contact number, what would you do? - Ohh! Let's be friends from today onwards! (t/n: CAN WE BE MORE THAN FRIENDS)

[am000risbest]

Hay! Heh, I am a fan about your post, and i was wondering if you can do a bakugou x y/n post where they are 25 and have a 6 year old son named kanji that looks and acts like bakugou, and they are at a grocery store and kanji sees a toy and makes a BIG tantrum embarrassing Y/n, and bakugou let's out his strict father side, aka bakugou is 1 hero, so... yeah.... rich.. THANK YOU 😭

Yeah for sure! And thank youvsosososo much,I really appreciate it. As always,have a good read and enjoy!

You,your husband and kanji,your angel of a child were doing regular grocery shopping before passing the toy section.

Kanji would then go over to grab a toy or two and bring it back to you.

“Mama look,can I have these? Pleaseeeee?”

Kanji would then proceed to give you the so called “puppy eyes” but you knew good and well they didn’t work anymore on you.

“No kanji,sorry bud,maybe next time,me and your papa are real busy and can’t spend time or money on toys”

sure you guys were rich but you or Katsuki didn’t want kanji to be a spoiled child that was entitled.

So you both kept him without knowing just exactly how much money was in your back account,and referred from spending so much on toys,as kanji had a box full of them.

“Mama please! I’ll be good I swear! I really want them! I don’t have these all might toys yet!”

“Sorry kanji it’s a no.”

“Mama! Please!”

“Kanji I said no,stop asking.”

“I want them!”

“I know you do,but it doesn’t change the fact that neither me or your dad will not be buying them.”

Kanjis eyes began to tear up and he slummed onto the ground still holding the little toys he had in his hands.

“No! I’m not leaving until I get them!”

“Kanji,stop making a scene and put them away.”

“No!”

kanji then began to sob,flinging his arms around as if there were no tomorrow.

“Kanji tetsu bakugou you get up right now.”

Kanji knew that when you said his full name he was in trouble,but he didn’t care,not when there was an all might trophy toy in his grasp.

“Noo mama! I want them!!”

Kanji was persistent with his cry’s,and Katsuki was already on his way to get his little devil child to calm down.

Katsuki was busy getting produce from a few aisles away before hearing cry’s and little distant yells from you.

“Ah shit,bet he’s acting up again.”

Kanji had almost gotten out of the “toddler crying stage” even though he just turned six,he still sometimes acted like he were 3 years old.

Katsuki put the items you had made him get before a random girl walked up to him and asked for his number.

“Hi dynamite! I was wondering if I could get your number?”

She looked eccentric,but that was quickly shut down by his rbf.

“I have a wife,and kid. I don’t know where you’ve been but if you don’t know that then I obviously don’t talk about them enough,outta my way.”

Katsuki then left the girl alone with a surprised look on her face before leaving.

Katsukis steps were steep,walking fast but not running,because if you guys were in trouble he knew you could handle the both of you and kanji.

“Mama ple-ease!” The hiccups were now apparent and in kanjis way of speech.

“Kanji,I said no.”

Kanji didn’t look at you,just staring at the all might toys he cry’s for.

“But mama!!”

“Get up and put em away”

“Papa I want them,can I have them please?!”

Kanji looked desperate and he definitely looked as if he had a tantrum over it.

By the time Katsuki had reached were you both were,people were already staring.

“No,now get up,clean your tears and put those stupid toys away.”

Kanji didn’t say anything,looking intimidated by katsukis “dad stare” and his deep,rasp voice.

Kanji then got up and walked to where he had gotten the toys from,and walked over before cleaning his tears with his long sleeved shirt.

“Atta boy,now go get us some eggs from the dairy section okay?”

“O-okay papa.”

Kanji stumbled a bit before walking over in sights view,grabbing the eggs and walking back,handing Katsuki the eggs.

“Good job,now I want you to say sorry to mommy for making a scene okay?”

“Sorry mama..”

“It’s okay baby.”

Although he had often tantrums like this,you just couldn’t handle these like Katsuki could.

Kanji then proceeded to jump into the shopping cart,this was a thing he’d do when his tantrums would get stopped,so you and Katsuki didn’t mind because he was right in front of you and in safe sight.

“Dad mode huh?”

“Just doing my job,you know that.”

“Either way,thank you. I don’t know what’s gotten into him.”

“It’s me,I was the same way with my old ma. Always throwing tantrums.”

You and Katsuki both look at kanji,a spitting image of Katsuki.

“Two peas in a pod.”

You said as you looked into katsukis eyes with a sense of wonder and curiosity as to how you got so lucky to have a good husband.

And a great child,even if he doesn’t act like it sometimes,you were still truly grateful.

You and Katsuki continued to do your grocery shopping this time,hand in hand.

[whateverisbeautiful]

How would you rank the seasons of TWD as a normal watcher and how would you rank the seasons based on the Richonne content? :)

Thanks for asking! This is a really good question because the answers are definitely different. The first 6 seasons of TWD are truly gold to me. Ranking seasons by Richonne content was even harder because I legitimately love their content from all 7 seasons they had together. I wrote out my ranking below with a little explanation for why I ranked each season where I did, specifically when it comes to Richonne content. Also, your question made me curious to see what other people might say is their favorite season based solely on the Richonne content. So I made a poll if people want to weigh in. 😊

Ranking TWD Seasons Based on Richonne Content

#7: SEASON 8

I ranked Season 8 lowest because Richonne barely interact in 8A since they’re apart for most of it, and then in 8B, they’re grappling with the worst situation ever, which is losing their son Carl. But I do love the way they manage to hold onto each other and tend to each other amid their grief.

#6: SEASON 3

It felt strange to put Season 3 this low because this season does a superb job of building Richonne’s foundation and has such great, memorable moments between Rick and Michonne. I really do adore Richonne’s Season 3 content, and for TWD, it’s my favorite season. It’s just that the other seasons feature Richonne interacting more and also not being at odds, which is why they ranked higher for me. 

#5: SEASON 4

I really do love this season for Richonne and it's such an important one for them. This really is the season that makes Richonne a true family, and it’s the season Rick and Michonne fall in love imo. Plus, their time spent traveling with Carl is some of my favorite stuff from TWD. At first, I had this season ranked higher, and the only reason I moved it here on my list is because I realized that other seasons include Richonne having more one-on-one exchanges, whereas a lot of the great Richonne foundational things in Season 4 occur both apart or with others around. Which is still genuinely great tho.

#4: SEASON 6

It also felt strange to not put Season 6 in the Top 3 because it’s the season where Richonne become an official couple, and I love those early moments between them as a couple. It's great seeing them be all new to finally getting to show their love out loud. But again, it hit me that while their scenes together are great, they’re a bit few and far between, which is why I ranked it here. However, every time Rick and Michonne were on screen together in Season 6 was just electric and such a confirmation that they were meant to be.

#3: SEASON 5

Season 5 made my Top 3 because it has some of my absolute favorite pre-canon Richonne content. They’re partners through and through this season, and I love how that plays out in episodes like What Happened and What’s Going On (5.09) & The Distance (5.11) especially. And even with a certain owl lady storyline going on and Rick keeping some of his schemes with Daryl and Carol away from Michonne, I still really like Rick and Michonne’s interactions in ASZ, culminating with my all-time favorite pre-canon Richonne scene in the Season 5 finale when Rick essentially tells Michonne he knows the notable influence she has on him and Michonne tells Rick she’s still with him no matter what. 

#2: SEASON 9

Now if Richonne had gotten to be together for a full season in Season 9, I have a strong feeling it would take my number one spot as my favorite for Richonne. It’s mainly second place instead because they only have scenes together in 4 episodes. But man are those scenes perfection. I adore Season 9 Richonne. 🤩 Seeing them be so joyous with each other and get to really live and breathe for a bit was a breath of fresh air to watch. I love that we got several insights into the great parents they are to Judith and the way they infused their life together with so much happiness and laughter.

Every scene they had together they were in such a great spot and as in love as ever. It made it all the more tragic that they end this season unwillingly split from each other for years, because they had been feeling so hopeful about their future and the life they were creating together. But I’m so glad that while their time that season was brief, it was still blissful. The way they were in Season 9 is everything those soulmates deserve.  

#1: SEASON 7

Part of why I can never fully hate on Season 7 is because, while many other areas of TWD took a big dip this season, the Richonne content was solid gold. And not just in one half of the season either. Both 7A and 7B gave Richonne such great moments and just their whole journey that season together - their first full season as a couple - was moving and unforgettable from start to finish. 

There was Rick being adamant about not losing Michonne and confiding in her about not being Judith’s biological dad, the iconic Kiss of Life, the beautiful moment they share in that cell as they agree to fight the Saviors and take on everything in life together, mowing down those walkers in those cars, tag-teaming when navigating Jadis and her Winslow walker, Rick getting Michonne the cat statue, SAY YES, Richonne establishing their “We’re the ones who live motto” and embracing while affirming that motto in the S7 finale, and ending the season with Rick taking care of Michonne as she recovers. Oh, and also, Say Yes again because that honeymoon episode deserves a shoutout twice. 😌 I became a Richonne fan in Season 6. I became a Richonne stan in Season 7. So the seventh season is number one for me based on Richonne content. 

Here’s what my list looks like for my overall TWD Season Ranking and My Season Ranking Based on Richonne Content (excluding Season 11 since I didn't watch it). 👌🏽😊

[pocketramblr]

Absolutely love your writing for all the AU/5 headcanons asks. Can I ask: AU where Rei cheats on Endeavor with All Might? It happens after AM's injury, so she doesn't recognize him, and he ofc doesn't know that she's married in the first place, much less to whom

you make this very difficult for me by giving me a window of 6 and half years for them to have an affair and for every single moment of that window, Rei is institutionalized. how am i supposed to get them to meet, much less take their clothes off. ok. think. there are other fic writers who specialize in this kind of thing, surely. what would they do....

1- ok so. The fire alarm at the hospital goes off. Rei doesn't know if it's a drill or not, but she's been there for seven years and generally does not need a lot of support during something like this like other patients do, so the nurses wave her out and she stands around outside a bit waiting for the fire alarm to stop and them to go back in. (It isn't a drill, they wouldn't have evacuated everyone if it was, but Rei is on the other side of the building and facing away from seeing any smoke) (This smoke is from a villain attack that All Might is taking care of, though he's only got seconds left of his power to use that day. he quickly rushes off, deflating and stumbling out on the other side of the hospital. Where Rei is.)

2- Rei is like "huh that guy doesnt seem to be in good shape" and kinda waves attention at him, and a nurse who's passing out water to patients and keeping an eye on the road gives Toshinori some too, getting more concerned when he dazedly answers that he's All Might and coughs up blood, but the nurse figures he's concussed since he smells of smoke and must have been closer to the fight, and is just reeling from being able to see the number one hero in person. Then they get distracted and wave Toshi to wait nearby, where Rei offers to chill his water and asks if he's alright, if he breathed in any smoke.

3- They chat and then go back into the hospital as it's un-evacuated together, Rei hanging out in the lobby where he sits as the hospital staff focus on getting everyone else back to their rooms. It pays to be low priority sometimes. Eventually she tells him her name is Rei and that she's in room K18, if he ever wants to visit or call. She doesn't get to talk to anyone except doctors, family visitors, or other paitients, and most of them don't stay nearly as long as she does. It's been seven years, and she's very lonely. Toshinori is lonely too, and when he's out of time for a day and feeling useless with nothing to do, he likes to talk to a friend.

4- Rei has been in the hospital for eight years when it gets physical. At that point, Toshinori knows a bit about her family. She has kids, mentions visits from a son and daughter, and then quietly mentioned when her son turned seventeen- her daughter's already twenty. She's been there for so much of their lives. He asks if she's married, and she admits she isn't sure how to file for divorce in a hospital like she is, if she even can, if she wants to because she'd lose custody, if it matters when she's not raising them anyway. He doesn't ask much more, knows there is a dead child and a baby she says isn't safe with her there. Toshinori never called Nana 'mom' to her face while she was alive, and had a reason for it, and has a similar reason for not asking more, not asking for the other names when he gets Fuyumi and Natsuo's. Yes, the doctors and nurses all know Rei has a boyfriend who visits. they don't say anything. who would they even tell, anyway. I debated the humor of reusing the bit from candlelight shoto that Toshi and Rei could have a kid with a fire quirk, but yeah here? Rei ain't getting pregnant, absolutely not.

5- When Natsuo turns eighteen, Rei does actually file for divorce, or at least tries to get the ball rolling on that. Toshinori's trusted her that her marriage is over in all but name, but he's more at ease with it ended fully. Fuyumi is crushed but burying it all deep inside. Natsuo is like 'what are you talking about. divorce is the most normal possible outcome here.' But anyway, Rei also begins to bring up being discharged- something she never bothered with earlier, when it seemed like she'd never be able to go home while Shoto was there, and never would want to go back anyway. (Her parents are absolutely not an option either so where would she go once discharged? the hospital was her only security.) Toshinori then tells her at this point about his diagnosis, that he's supposed to be terminal, in a way. He doesn't have a lot of time he can give her. Rei says that's ok, she'll take what she can get. She moves in. Fuyumi still goes out to eat with her once a week, though Rei doesn't say she's moved in with a boyfriend, just says she's in a safe place and it's not Fuyumi's job to worry about it, please, let her do that, relax, be her daughter instead of a mother. Natsuo adds her to his cellphone plan and gets her one. Rei doesn't tell Toshinori her ex's identity. Toshinori doesn't tell her about OfA, though she does know he's mentoring a student for heroics and is very proud of him. (Toshinori is a secretary at Might Tower, he's a great mentor. Oh huh, he got a job position at UA at the same time as All Might, she wonders if they carpool.)

+1- OK THE REVEAL so the reveal is. Toshinori gets home from the SF. And Rei almost knocks him out by the door, eyes wide and panicked, asking if he's ok, if Shoto's ok. Toshinori is like "... young todoroki? yeah he's alright? i know his fight with young bakugo looked bad but- Rei???" And that's when it all clicks for him, he's having dozens of horrible realizations at once, all while Rei weeps over her youngest. Toshinori's been a hero for a very, very long time. He's felt hopeless, before. But even then, he's known what needs to be done, he just isn't able to do it. But now? he's at a complete loss with no idea what he should do.

[hopelesswrites]

Book Club

Part 2 Part 3

Its short, I haven't written in far too long, I'm testing the waters, part 2 if even one person asks lmao

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

-Your book club bestie persistently tries to set you up with her son, but you don't bet on meeting him on a night out.

Before reading: I felt a little weird about including Joes mum, I didn't want to involve her too much and felt id be best just treating her as another made up character, I have no idea what her name is, I think I've read Mary before? I could be wrong I don't care, I don't want to associate this character with the real woman.

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You swiftly wrapped a pair of custard creams in a napkin and stuffed it in your coat pocket as the rest of the women bid their goodbyes for another four weeks. Linda, the woman that hosted this meeting had an impressive spread of biscuits with your tea today and you thought it courteous enough to take a few leftovers out of her hand. Also, the train home was long, and you knew you’d get hungry.

“Personally, I thought she was stingy with the snacks today” A quiet voice spoke beside you.

You turned to see Mary, your favourite of the group of ladies you had found yourself joining for book club. She had that look on her face you knew too well, that “we are definitely going to talk about this later” look.

Truthfully, you and Mary had formed quite a bond over the past few months, she was like a mother away from home, you gossiped about the other ladies, about the books you were reading, you confided in her when life got a bit tough, and she consistently tried to set you up with her son. You cherished the relationship you had with her and will forever thank this silly book club for introducing the two of you.

“And that book, what a snooze” She nudged you. You will admit, the book Linda picked for this meeting was pretty bad. “I didn’t even finish it” You answered, earning a chuckle from the older woman.

“Dinner tomorrow night? I can give you my copy of the book I picked for the next meeting.” Mary suggested, linking your arms as you both walked out onto the street.

“Oh, I wish I could, I have a coworker’s birthday to go to, how does Sunday work?”

Mary huffed, “Joseph rejected my dinner invitation too, Sunday is perfect though, I’ll do a roast.”

You rolled your eyes at the mention of Marys son, she was always trying to get you both together to meet. Personally, an awkward dinner with Mary and her son sounded like a dreadful way to meet a potential love match, and the idea of dating your best friend/mother figure’s son had you feeling ill.

“I look forward to it then” You replied, bidding Mary a goodbye now at her car and watching as she drove away before making your way towards the station.

When you first moved to London only 6 months ago you realised very quickly, you had no fucking friends. It was so scary being somewhere so big and so unfamiliar that you knew you needed kind safe people to guide you through the city. Stumbling upon a Facebook group had you joining this book club where you easily became the youngest in the group, but the ladies absolutely adored you, Mary in particular. Months later, you are now well established in the city and well read.

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The pub was crowded, and the smell of too strong cologne had gone straight to your head, creating a dull ache. Still, you kept drinking, hoping the number you make your feet, your head will also calm down. The booth you occupied was crammed with an assortment of too drunk coworkers and too sober coworkers, staying much later than they really needed to be polite.

“Another drink birthday girl?” You yelled over the crowd. Your coworker, Stacy, nodded her head eagerly. Squeezing out of the booth you made your way towards the bar, which was no surprise just as busy. Your head a little fuzzy remained sore and you could only think the antidote would be another glass of wine. Squished up against the bar you ordered and waited patiently for the bartender to pour your two glasses. Suddenly an elbow to the ribs had you groaning in pain, just your luck, you thought.

“I am so sorry, oh my god, are you okay?” A mans voice spoke from behind you, you turned around to see a group of men all staring back at you, the one closest with the biggest most concerned eyes you had ever seen.

“I’m such an asshole I’m so sorry” He repeated his apology.

Your eyes were blurry, but you could still recognise that face, one you had seen on a certain woman’s phone multiple times.

“Joe?”

The man in front of you looked shocked and the men around him chuckled.

“Another fan, mate?” One teased him.

“Sorry, oh wow, that was so creepy” You rushed trying to save yourself. “I know your mum.”

The shock in the room didn’t dissipate.

“Fuck that sounds worse, I’m in her book club, I’m so sorry this is so awkward”.

You felt a heat crawl up to the tips of your ears and your stomach churned. This was worse than sitting with your coworkers, you should have never said anything.

“Oh yes!” Joe suddenly lit up, “Mums told me heaps about you”.

That didn’t make it any better, given the way you know Mary had spoken about you to Joe.

You chuckled, “Yeah you too” Joe laughed back, the tension now so thick you felt like you couldn’t breathe. This seemed more horrible than Mary uncomfortably introducing you both herself.

“You’re coming to dinner tomorrow then?” Joe asked, snapping you back into reality.

“Dinner?” You asked, heart sinking and head racing, screaming out a chorus of ‘no, no, no, no’.

“Yeah, mums roast, she said you’ll be coming, something about the next book”.

You suddenly realised you were still at the bar and quickly snatched your drinks from the counter, smiling back at Joe.

“Of course, wouldn’t miss it.”

[fdelopera]

Welcome to the 54th installment of 15 Weeks of Phantom, where I post all 68 sections of Le Fantôme de l’Opéra, as they were first printed in Le Gaulois newspaper 115 yeas ago.

In today’s installment, we have Part II of Chapter 23, “Intéressantes et instructives tribulations d’un Persan dans les dessous de l’Opéra: Recit du Persan” (Interesting and Informative Tribulations of a Persian in the Underside of the Opera: The Persian’s Narrative).

This section was first printed on Monday, 20 December, 1909.

For anyone following along in David Coward's translation of the First Edition of Phantom of the Opera (either in paperback, or Kindle, or from another vendor -- the ISBN-13 is: 978-0199694570), the text starts in Chapter 22, “It followed me, went where I went, and it was so silky-smooth on the ear that I felt no fear,” and goes to, “On that occasion, I also discovered the secret tunnel which led to the spring which trickled out of the wall, the cell dug out by the Communards and the trap which acted as Erik’s short cut down to the third level.”

There are some differences between the Gaulois text and the First Edition. In this section, these include (highlighted in red above):

1) Each chapter in the Gaulois publication is one number ahead of the chapters in the First Edition, due to the inclusion of “The Magic Envelope” chapter in the Gaulois.

2) Compare the Gaulois text:

…je l'avais moi-même trop étudié jadis avec Erik pour ignorer combien quelquefois, avec les trucs les plus simples, quelqu'un qui connaît son métier peut fair travailler la pauvre imagination humaine.

Translation:

…I myself had studied the subject too much in days past with Erik to remain unaware of how much, with the simplest of tricks, one who knows his trade can manipulate the weak human imagination.

To the First Edition:

…je l'avais moi-même trop étudié jadis : avec les trucs les plus simples, quelqu'un qui connaît son métier peut fair travailler la pauvre imagination humaine.

Translation:

…I myself had studied the subject too much in days past: with the simplest of tricks, one who knows his trade can manipulate the weak human imagination.

3) Compare the Gaulois text:

cet air terrible

Translation:

that terrifying look

To the First Edition:

cet air de menace enfantine 

Translation:

that look of childish menace

4) Compare the Gaulois text:

demanda-t-il en reprenant son air enjoué 

Translation:

he asked, regaining his cheerful air

To the First Edition:

demanda-t-il en prenant un air aimable 

Translation:

he asked, taking on an amiable air

5) Compare the Gaulois text:

fin juillet 1909 

Translation:

late July, 1909

To the First Edition:

fin juillet 1900* 

Translation:

late July, 1900

* NOTE: The First Edition incorrectly states that the newspaper article in question was dated July, 1900. The article that Leroux was likely referencing was this front-page piece, "Le Dé-Tham vient de nous tuer,“ which appeared in Le Matin on 28 July, 1909.

6) This text appeared in the Gaulois, but was removed from the First Edition:

au bord d'une rivière 

Translation:

on a riverbank

7) The text highlighted in blue above indicates an anachronism in Leroux’s narrative. As we recall from Chapter 8, Erik abducted Christine on the same night that he caused the chandelier to crash. In this chapter, however, the Persian accuses Erik of causing the chandelier crash some time before he abducted Christine.

8) Compare the Gaulois text:

Ah ! ricana-t-il, ça, le lustre… je peux bien te le dire !… Le lustre, ça n'est pas moi !… Il était très usé, le lustre… et je n'étais pas chargé, n'est-ce pas ? de le réparer.

Translation:

"Ah!” he laughted, “the chandelier… I can tell you about that!… The chandelier, that wasn’t to do with me!… It was very worn, the chandelier was… and I wasn’t responsible for fixing it, was I?”

To the First Edition:

Ah ! ricana-t-il, ça, le lustre… je veux bien te le dire !… Le lustre, ça n'est pas moi !… Il était très usé, le lustre…

Translation:

“Ah!” he laughted, “the chandelier… I will tell you about that!… The chandelier, that wasn’t to do with me!… It was very worn, the chandelier was…”

9) Compare the Gaulois text:

fatal nocher

Translation:

grim ferryman of the Underworld

To the First Edition -- NOTE: this is a typo:

fatal rocher** 

Translation of this typo:

grim rock

** NOTE: This is the typo to end all typos! Read more about it here.

ALSO NOTE: Coward (mis)translated this typo literally as “wrecking rock.” In fact, the other major English translators who worked from the First Edition text also (mis)translated this phrase.

A notable exception is Lowell Bair, who based his 1990 translation of The Phantom of the Opera on a later abridged French edition of Leroux's novel, which corrected several of Leroux's First Edition typos, including "fatal rocher." Bair translated "fatal nocher" correctly as "the grim ferryman from the Styx." Unfortunately, since the French edition that Bair was translating from was abridged, Bair's translation is also abridged. Other than being abridged, it is one of the better English translations of Leroux's novel.

It is baffling why the First Edition translators didn’t sense that this was a typo, because "fatal nocher" was a common French literary phrase used to describe Charon, the grim ferryman of Hades in Greek mythology. It should have been easy enough to guess that the First Edition had misprinted the "n" as an "r".

The job of a translator isn’t to highlight an author’s mistakes; it is to make the author look their best in another language. It is not ethical for a translator to translate a typo literally without context. The First Edition translators should have rendered the phrase correctly, and then mentioned the "fatal rocher" typo in a footnote.

As it is, all the First Edition translators have transformed Erik from the "Grim Ferryman" into into a "Grim Rock." It would be a cool band name -- Erik could be the "Grim Rocker" -- but it's still not what Leroux wrote or intended.

10) Compare the Gaulois text:

S'ils avaient vu seulement ce dont Erik était capable

Translation:

If they had only seen what Erik was capable of

To the First Edition:

S'ils avaient su seulement ce dont Erik était capable

Translation:

If they had only known what Erik was capable of

11) Minor differences in punctuation, capitalization, and italicization.

Click here to see the entire edition of Le Gaulois from 20 December, 1909. This link brings you to page 3 of the newspaper — Le Fantôme is at the bottom of the page in the feuilleton section. Click on the arrow buttons at the bottom of the screen to turn the pages of the newspaper, and click on the Zoom button at the bottom left to magnify the text.

[omtai]

u ready fucker. get ready. ask game time biatch

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44

thank you........ im putting this under a readmore becauase im thoughtful

0: Height - 170cm or a fart away from 5'7

1: Virgin? - wouldn't you like to know

2: Shoe size - 5.5 uk size

3: Do you smoke? - yes im waiting for it to stop raining so ican go smoke rn actually

4: Do you drink? - yes

5: Do you take drugs? - not even benadryl fuck my life

6: Age you get mistaken for - anywhere between 16 and 22

7: Have tattoos? - call me john locke the way im all about that blank slate

8: Want any tattoos? - imagine i get the numbers from lost

9: Got any piercings? - re: my john locke comment

10: Want any piercings? - yes

11: Best friend? - well it sure isnt this son of a bitch thats making me answer all these goddamn questions anymore

12: Relationship status - im a confirmed bachelor

13: Biggest turn ons - weird freakish motherfuckers

14: Biggest turn offs - polo shirts

15: Favorite movie - the slideshow they played at my funeral

16: I’ll love you if - you say rawr

17: Someone you miss - gerard way

18: Most traumatic experience - the infamous visual novel playthrough event of 2025

19: A fact about your personality - i am exceedingly patient and forgiving as proven with this ask game

20: What I hate most about myself - i say Y E S to everything girl stand up for yrself speak your shit once in a while

21: What I love most about myself - i have a high capacity for bullshit before i start murderising

22: What I want to be when I get older - NOTHING AT ALL!!!!!!!

23: My relationship with my sibling(s) - great

24: My relationship with my parent(s) - its there

25: My idea of a perfect date - deserted island adventure

26: My biggest pet peeves - people who will die before accepting theyre wrong on something

27: A description of the girl/boy I like - churchmouse brown hair, apple pie face, old whispers of scoliosis, around 47yo

28: A description of the person I dislike the most - even describing her will cause me to break out in boils but in saying that im sure you specifically can guess

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend - to save their feelings and to save my own ass

30: What I hate the most about work/school - THAT SHIT NEVER ENDSSSSSS

31: What your last text message says - "in two farts of an ass"

32: What words upset me the most - You are not the guy you're not capable of being the guy I had a guy and nwo i dont You are not the GUY!

33: What words make me feel the best about myself - you are the guy youre capable of being the guy i had a guy and i still do you are the guy

34: What I find attractive in women - broad shoulders, tall, deep voices, hairyness

35: What I find attractive in men - the opposite of above but keep the hairyness

36: Where I would like to live - in a snowglobe where nothing ever goes wrong and i love everything and everything loves me

37: One of my insecurities - i have a secret third leg #mymassivehog

38: My childhood career choice - artist

39: My favorite ice cream flavor - cookies and cream

40: Who wish I could be - myself ten years from now when i got it all figured out

41: Where I want to be right now - ten years from now when i got it all figured out

42: The last thing I ate - katsu chicken & rice

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately - my hot manager

44: A random fact about anything - i love lying

[celestiall0tus]

Adamsapple Fluff Week - Day 1 - Garden/Night Sky/Wings - Breathe

SIDE NOTE!! I am not capable of writing pure fluff, but I will be participating in this. So, expect fluff with angst because pure fluff bores the shit out of me. Anyway! For @adamsapplefluffweek starting March 9th for any others out there! Enjoy the continuation from the Angst Week!!

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Day 1 || Day 2 || Day 3 || Day 4 || Day 5 || Day 6 || Day 7

            Lucifer mindlessly strolled through the hotel as he was wrapped up in his thoughts. It had been a week since Adam’s involuntarily reunion with Cain. Charlie had granted Adam time to recover as the wounds Cain inflicted on Adam were deep and ran the risk of scarring. He had tried to see Adam a few times, but Adam seemed absent. He was worried about the impact of seeing Cain and everything else Adam was dealing with.

            Lucifer considered a little longer what to do when an idea crossed his mind. He snapped his fingers and teleported to the bar. To his relief, there wasn’t anyone there yet. He took a seat as Husk turned to him.

            “What can I get you, your Majesty?” Husk asked.

            “A listening ear,” Lucifer answered.

            “Adam?”

            “Yeah. Uh, he’s not doing so well.”

            “No kidding. Man hasn’t been down for his usual soda runs. Cain did a real number on his old man.”

            “Would you… would you know the whole story with Adam and Cain?”

            Husk raised a brow. “You don’t?”

            “Sadly, no. I admit I wasn’t able to keep tabs on humanity outside the souls that ended up down here. And that day was the first I met or heard about Cain.”

            “Well, it’s not a pretty tale. We were told Cain was a farmer and Abel a shepherd. They both made offerings to God, and God refused Cain’s in favor of Abel’s. In a jealous fit, Cain killed Abel with a stone and was cursed.”

            Lucifer furrowed his brows as his face twisted in confusion.

            “What’s with the face?” Husk asked.

            “That… are you sure? That… that doesn’t sound right,” Lucifer remarked.

            “Look, it’s what we were told.”

            Lucifer let out a nervous laugh. “Right. Not concerning at all. Anyway! I’ve tried to talk with Adam since I patched him up, but he’s just… out of it. You know?”

            “He did get his ass kicked by his exiled son. And judging by those wounds, I imagine he’s still in lots of pain. Not to mention the shit he’s already going through.”

            “That’s why I want to do something. The little guard pointed out how no one had really given him the chance and antagonized him. Sure, I’ve seen you retaliate, but only when he’s being an ass to you. But what else has been done?”

            “Cherri is probably the biggest offender. She’s still hurt over Sir Pentious and has made it her mission to make Adam as miserable as possible. Him ignoring your love confession didn’t make things any better. Nor did your reaction. Made worse since Lyre’s arrival as they’re using her to toy with Adam.”

            “What? How?”

            Husk looked around, then leaned forward. “That Lyre, she’s some sort of former spymaster. I thought the guards Adam has were bad, but Lyre is far worse. Cherri, and Angel, have been able to pry information from Lyre and get her to go along with their schemes.”

            “What? But how? Does Lyre have something against Adam, or what?”

            “Not that she’s let slip, though I doubt it. Lyre is more so easily bought. All it takes is some books and she’s in.”

            Lucifer hummed. “O-kay, but I still want to do something for him. Maybe give him a place all his own. You know? A place where he can really feel safe.”

            “That would be nice. I can’t imagine he’s enjoying his time. And I’m sure a change of scenery could help his mood. Plus it would be a way to escape Cherri’s wrath.”

            “Then it’s settled! Good talk, barkeep! Good day now.”

            Lucifer teleported out of the bar area and searched for Lyre. He struggled with his nerves as he checked each sitting room. He had made a point to avoid her because of her similarities to Sera. He had thought he could stomach any form of Sera after all this time, but Lyre proved that wrong. His search came to an end as he found her in one of the last sitting rooms. He offered a nervous smile while she stared at him with her stoic expression past her book.

            “May I help you, Lucifer?” Lyre asked.

            Chills ran up Lucifer’s spine as Lyre’s voice carried too much of Sera. “Uh, I wanted to talk to you.”

            “That’s a switch. You usually avoid me.”

            “Yeah, well, uh, I want to make a deal with you.”

            Lyre snapped her book shut as her full attention was on Lucifer. “Why would I make a deal with you?”

            “Well, you see-.”

            “It’s about Adam, isn’t it?”

            “A-and if it is?”

            “There is no if. You have done a poor job of concealing your own feelings towards the wayward fool. The stares at his poor, wounded face. The puppy dog eyes as you gaze longingly at him as he leaves. You want so much to be with a disgusting creature that you put no effort into hiding it. You’re lucky most are too wrapped up in their own woes to notice the so-called king wanted to be made the first man’s bitch.”

            Lucifer flinched. “W-well, yes, I do want to be with him, but that’s not what he needs now. He needs people to help him. And I want to help him.”

            “Then why are you bothering me with intentions of making a deal?”

            “Because I heard about you being used to torment Adam. I want to make a deal so you don’t ever again.”

            “Is that so? Judging who your source is, I wager they told you my price. Do you have something worth what you’re asking?”

            “I may have a library with restricted texts that are only for my and Lilith’s eyes. That could include you if you don’t help Cherri.”

            Excitement and hope flashed in Lyre’s eyes before they faded. “Very well. I accept this.”

            “Excellent! I’ll get you a key, and-!”

            “The garden,” Lyre cut in.

            “Huh?” Lucifer asked.

            “Adam misses the Garden, Eden. If you want to make a place just for him to feel safe, make it like Eden.”

            Lucifer’s eyes widened as fear held him in a chokehold. “H-h-h-how did you know what I was planning?”

            Lyre snorted and opened her book again. “You already got that answer. Do with it what you will.”

            Lucifer staggered back as he teleported to his tower. He fell back and dug into a pile of rubber ducks. He took several deep breaths as he struggled to collect himself. He crawled out of the pile and scooped up the Adam rubber duck he had. He held it close as he felt his nerves calmed, his heart stopped racing, and his breathing was even. He sighed and looked down at the Adam rubber duck. He gave it a kiss on the forehead before he placed it back on his worktable.

            Lucifer took a deep breath before he stood. He pulled up a chair to his table. He shook himself off and cracked his knuckles as he got to work.

~~

            Adam laid on his bed in complete darkness aside from the light from Lightning’s battle suit. He stared at the wall, lost in his thoughts over his encounter with Cain. The fight with his son played on loop in his head as new details surfaced and was like a stab each time. The pain and betrayal in Cain’s eyes. The shadows of twisted, chaotic energy that shrouded Cain periodically. The brief moments Cain reverted to his humanoid form, clutching the mark on his chest in pain. The tears Cain cried as Adam looked up, battered and broken from Cain’s wrath. It all mixed with ancient memories of those early days. His refusal to listen to Calmana and Azura to the arrival of the angels and a mysterious woman. His hope for their return even as they branded Cain and tossed him into the pit with Lucifer and Lilith. The blind obedience as they left and had abandoned them again, leaving them without either son.

            “Fuck. Hey, Lightning?” Adam whispered.

            “You speak. And here I was enjoying the silence,” Lightning remarked.

            “Fuck you too.”

            “What’s up?”

            “You work for that shadow bitch, the one that summoned Cain. Are they close?”

            “And if they are?”

            “I… I want to see him again.”

            Lightning shifted nervously. “That may not be the best idea.”

            “Yeah, well, what else seems to be new.”

            “Wait, do you… feel bad? About what you did to Cain? After all those years of demonizing him?”

            Adam flinched. He tried to sit up as pain tore through his body.

            “Don’t sit up so fast. You’ll reopen a wound,” Lightning scolded.

            “Well, listen here, bitch, fuck you. Alright? Did you think maybe I was still hurt when I did all that? He took away Abel from me!”

            “Did he really, or are you just trying to cover up the fact you-.”

            “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.”

            Lightning grunted as she moved closer. Adam leaned away as she got up in his face.

            “You were powerless. You were no where to be seen. If you must blame Cain for what happened, add yourself to that as well. You. Did. Nothing.”

            A knock interrupted Adam and Lightning. Lightning stood as Rain stepped inside.

            “Lucifer is here to see Adam,” Rain announced.

            “Let him in,” Lightning ordered.

            “What? Don’t-!”

            Rain ignored Adam as she let Lucifer in, then vanished. Lucifer closed the door behind him and moved through the darkness to Adam’s bedside.

            “What do you want?” Adam snapped.

            “Oh! You’re talking again! That’s a relief. I was getting worried. A-anyway, I have something for you,” Lucifer said.

            “What makes you think I want anything from you?” Adam spat.

            “Maybe you should see what it is before you get angry for no reason. Besides, you’ll love it. Now, hold out your hands.”

            Adam snorted and rolled his eyes but obliged. Lucifer placed a red, crystal guitar pick in Adam’s hand. Adam raised a brow as he looked it over.

            “Uh, thanks? I don’t typically use guitar picks, but it’s cool, I guess.”

            “Well, there’s more to it than meets the eyes. May I?”

            Adam watched as Lucifer placed the guitar pick in the palm of Adam’s hand. Lucifer hesitated before he placed a hand under Adam’s and closed his fingers around the guitar pick. Red sand swirled around them both. Adam heard Lightning yell, but it was cut off as they were teleported away. Adam’s eyes widened as he saw he was in a lush, vibrant garden full of beautiful, hellish plants and flowers.

            “What… is this?” Adam asked.

            “A paradise all your own. I’ve been thinking on what Lightning said that we haven’t been really giving you a chance. Then the barkeep told me of what Cherri had been doing, and it all sank in. I thought it might help if I offered you a sliver of paradise,” Lucifer explained.

            “Right. Me and who else?”

            “Just you. This garden, it’s yours. There’s no way in or out without that guitar pick.”

            Adam frowned as he looked down at he guitar pick. “Why are you doing this? First the talking to me when I wanted nothing to do with you. Then you patching me up after my fight with Cain. Now this? What are you playing at?”

            Lucifer sighed. “I know it’s not easy. Being ripped away from everything you’ve ever known. Or, well, knew for a long time. To be in a place where you don’t feel welcome. To be faced with everything you’ve ever done. It… it sucks. I had thousands of years to adjust, and I still can’t say I fully have. You’re an ass, but you don’t deserve to go through all that. No one does. So, I thought this would help.”

            Adam blinked as he looked around. It was far from what he had back in Eden which was full of lush, vibrant green forests, no shadows and only light, and with chatter of countless animals to live with him. Here the plants were darker and almost sinister-looking, but carried a strange beauty of their own. Above him was a glass ceiling that gave way to a fabricated night sky like he saw after Eden. A thing he originally hated but grew to love for the stars and calm. He stared up at the stars, entranced by them until Lucifer cleared his throat. He blinked and looked down at Lucifer.

            “So? What do you think?”

            Adam frowned. A small part of him wanted to refuse this gift. He wanted to refuse anything from Lucifer after everything, but he couldn’t. He hated that he couldn’t bring himself to blame Lucifer for everything. He hated that he started to realize truths he never wanted to face. Above all, he hated that it was Lucifer that gave him something like this while Heaven never did when it was all he ever wanted.

            “It’s… it’s not Eden, but it’s still something. Thank you,” Adam remarked.

            Lucifer smiled. “So, uh, I can leave now, if you like. You know, explore your paradise on your own, without anyone. I know you don’t exactly like anyone here. Me particularly. So, I can leave.”

            Adam furrowed his brows as Lucifer’s struck a cord with him. He had admitted he hadn’t wanted to talk with Lucifer before, but something felt different. The idea of Lucifer leaving bothered him and he wanted Lucifer to stay.

            “So, yeah, I’m going to-.”

            “Stay,” Adam interrupted.

            Lucifer’s eyes widened. “Come again?”

            “Fuck, clean out your ears. You can stay, but I don’t think I’ll be exploring. Everything still hurts from that fight. And… I just….”

            Adam trailed away as he looked up at the false sky and the stars. He sighed as he stared up at them until feathery wings fell around him. He looked down at Lucifer, who sat next to him and put his wings around Adam. He expected the urge to push Lucifer away to consume him, but it wasn’t there. In its place was a warmth he hadn’t felt before.

            Adam allowed himself a soft sigh as he stared up the sky with Lucifer. He noticed small sounds like a babbling creek and animal calls from within the garden. He was taken back to those peaceful days as everything that plagued him seemed far away. A smile slipped onto his face as sleepiness washed over him. He leaned over and rested his head atop Lucifer’s.

            “Thank you for this. I know it’ll never be Eden, but it’s so much more,” Adam whispered.

            Lucifer smiled. “You’ve been through a lot. I think you earned more than a break.”

            Adam hummed as he closed his eyes. He listened to the sounds of the garden as he fell into the first peaceful sleep since Eden.