And If You Can Forgive, Love Will Truly Live

And if you can forgive, love will truly live

Fandom: BSD -Bungo Stray Dogs

Ship: Dazai x Reader

Prompt: “'Sorry for showing up like this.’ You sighed, your shoulders relaxing in silent defeat. ‘Come in.’”

TW: mentions of death (Oda), mentioned bad home life though not explicit

!Gender of reader is not specified!

A/N: I do plan on making a 2nd part where the reader and Dazai talk things out and get in a relationship, not sure when I'll finish it though

The word count for chapter 1 is roughly 2k

Also, this will be posted on my ao3, link on my master list

You had known Dazai for a long time, perhaps not as long as Chuuya has, but that’s beside the point.

While you had grown up around shady people and been dealing with said shady people’s shady shit pretty much your whole life, courtesy of your shitty, shady parents, you hadn’t actually joined the Port Mafia until you were 17. Two years older than Dazai and Chuuya, but joined the Mafia around roughly the same time Chuuya had.

With your ability, it didn’t take long for you to begin to climb the ranks. It wasn’t like you were trying to specifically reach the rank of executive, but gradually, you crept closer.

About a year and a half after you had joined you had made a name for yourself, and that was also about the time you had met Dazai and Chuuya for the first time during a bigger mission.

You had somehow managed to become something like friends with them on that mission and had become a somewhat regularity to be paired with them on large missions. You were tough enough to handle both their eccentric personalities as well as teasing enough to get along with Dazai and passionate enough to friend Chuuya.

It was a weird trio you had formed, often being the one to defuse them when they began to bicker. And of course, apologizing when they disturbed the everyday citizens with their fighting when the three of you had time off to just be kids.

Over time, you had begun to grow closer and fonder of Dazai, being able to relate to him more often than one probably should, but whatever. Sometimes, the two of you would find each other silently sitting at the docks staring off into nothingness, neither of you would talk, just simply get lost in your endless thoughts while enjoying the presence of someone who was similar enough to understand you.

On one such occasion Dazai had broken the endless silence of the waves below your feet; inviting you to join him to meet with his bar friends. That was when you met Ango and Oda. They were pleasant company and you had found yourself growing attached to them just like you knew Dazai was, though he would’ve probably denied it at the time.

So, when Dazai disappeared one night with no traces, followed by learning of Oda’s death. You knew.

That didn’t make it hurt any less of course. Especially with how his sudden departure shed light on your feelings for him.

While Chuuya presented himself to be finally rid of his presence, you both knew that Dazai leaving had hurt both of you. You had chosen to tell Chuuya Dazai’s reasons for leaving, not wanting the anger of Dazai’s leaving to grow into hatred, besides, Chuuya would’ve pieced it together eventually.

And like that. Everything continued. The Port Mafia didn’t mourn over its losses. Executive duties called.

So, when after 4 years of no contact, to say you were surprised at his being in the ADA would be an understatement.

You hadn’t had the chance to see him yet like Chuuya had but you were there to witness Chuuya’s drunken midnight rant after having invited you over.

“Oh, trust me, he’s as shitty a mackerel as he always has been. He hasn’t changed a bit.” Chuuya slurred off, grumbling under his breath as he laid his head down on the counter.

You were both sitting at the kitchen island, a bottle of some expensive wine brand, open and mostly empty now, was on the counter between you.

You sat with your body facing Chuuya, your head resting in your palm, elbow against the counter.

“Mhm. He hasn’t changed a bit huh?” You spoke more for the simple sake of speaking, entertaining the drunk man before you. You didn’t need clarification of something you already knew.

Dazai had always been capable of doing good. He just didn’t care between doing good or bad, it made no difference to him. He’s only working for the light because it’s what Oda wanted. Dazai not changing wasn’t a surprise. So Chuuya’s following words were a little less than expected.

“Actually…” He paused, slurring off again before clarifying his words, his head remained poised on the counter. “He looked… brighter?” He seemed to question his own words before continuing. “Brighter and healthier. He seemed…” Chuuya trailed off again but not due to his drunken state. He stopped himself from finishing his train of thought.

“Happier?” You finished for him.

He didn’t respond.

After that, you had practically forgotten about Dazai now being in the ADA, too busy with missions and the seemingly never-ending, growing stack of paperwork.

That was until tonight.

It had been a grueling past few days, rainy weather, long meetings, missions to assign, missions to report and file, and of course your endless stack of shitty paperwork that had somehow found itself in your home office, taking up even more of your own time which was already short considering your importance to the Mafia.

After you got home, sometime around the dead-ass crack of dawn, you had only grabbed a cup of coffee, one of the larger mugs you owned, before heading to your office for more work.

Sometime, while in the middle of reviewing some report, you had fallen asleep, lulled by the endless pitter-patter of rain hitting the window in your office.

You had slept most of the day away and upon waking, it had already grown dark outside, probably around 9 or 10 at night now, and you were thankful to whatever divine being had granted you a day off today because you would have been so fucking late. You chose to willfully ignore that Mori-san was technically the one who made your schedule. He was a good boss, competent in his decisions, but he was no divine being.

Stretching in your chair, you could feel the soreness of your muscles from the previous day of work. There was a tightness in your back, worse than it normally was, courtesy of sleeping in your chair.

A knock sounded on your door, soft when it made its way to your ears but still clear as it cut through the silence of the penthouse you called home.

You dragged your body to your door, still completely dressed head-to-toe in your typical Mafia outfit with the addition of a few wrinkles, your shoes clacking noisily on the floor.

“Coming!” You called out before the person waiting behind your door could think to knock again.

Reaching your door, you work through your security system before opening your door, behind, a man you hadn’t seen for 4 years.

Your tiredness slipped away from your body as you gasped. Your body now on alert as you stared at him.

He was dressed in, presumedly, his ADA outfit, light in color. His bandages still covered his neck, probably the rest of his body, but the ones that used to cover his eye were gone. He had clearly gained weight since you had last seen him, though he still lacked a significant amount of meat on his bones someone his age and height should have.

Chuuya was right, he looked happier. No. That was wrong. He didn’t look happy. He looked… sad? Guilty?

They weren’t emotions you were familiar with seeing on him. Sure, you had seen both emotions on people in the Mafia during interrogations… but on Dazai? No. He hardly ever even faked them.

He did look brighter though. Healthier.

He also looked- no was drenched. His clothes were darkened by the rainwater still pouring outside. Dripping water on the carpeted floor. You could see a few dark spots on the floor down the hall, marking his trail.

He beat you to a response.

“Sorry for showing up like this.”

You sighed, your shoulders relaxing in silent defeat. “Come in.”

You stepped to the side, letting him in.

You closed the door behind him as he observed the expensive and modern decorations. It lacked any personality, at least to an untrained eye. If one looked closer, you could make out a knick-knack here or there that didn’t quite fit the rest of the rather drab decorations.

It lacked vulnerability.

Your bedroom, though, where only you went into, your interests bled out.

“I assume your room has more personality than this, no?” Dazai’s tone was off. A half-hearted attempt to lighten the mood.

“Vulnerability isn’t something Mafia Executives have the luxury to indulge in often.”

He didn’t respond.

“You can hang your coat on the rack.” You spoke, staring at his back as he walked into your home. “And take your shoes off.”

You turned down the hall towards your room, leaving Dazai to settle.

As you walked you called out to Dazai, not facing him. “I should have some clothes that fit you.” Then as an afterthought, “I want you to take a shower.”

When you walked back into the living room with some clothes, Dazai had actually listened, his coat was hung up and his shoes were in the genkan, he had also taken off his socks, probably soaked after being out in the rain.

You walked up to him, handing him the clothes. “Go take a shower. There should be some rolls of bandages in there, though I’m not sure how many I have left.”

He took the clothes from you silently, then: “Thank you.”

You looked him in the eyes, trying to discern how much you didn’t know about him anymore. How much you needed to learn about him.

“Have you eaten?” You spoke calmly, trying to ignore the thoughts and feelings swirling inside you without end.

“I-…” He hesitated. “No. I haven’t.”

Without another word, you left him to go take a shower. It was probably a good idea to make something to eat anyway, considering you were currently running off of a single cup of coffee.

You decided to not bother to cook and instead pulled out two packets of ramen in part because you were still tired as fuck, and you didn’t know if Dazai’s eating habits had changed or not.

It was better to settle for something simple that he might eat if you were lucky.

It didn’t take long for the ramen to finish heating up and for you to place it in two bowls so you placed them on the table. You were about to go check on Dazai when he turned the corner into the living room.

Something was off, he had changed into the clothes you got for him, and his hair was still wet, dripping water off of his soft curls. He seemed… hesitant -nervous? More so than he had been before taking a shower.

“I made ramen.” You spoke, realizing you had been looking for a bit too long. You gestured to the table with the two bowls full of still steaming ramen.

“Thank you…” His voice was quiet, low. He clearly wasn’t bothering to hide his hesitancy, or perhaps he was just failing miserably in trying.

You sat down at one end of the table and busied yourself with eating. You watched him shift over to the seat adjacent to you.

Your eyes widened in upon noticing. “You’re not wearing your bandages?”

He shifted in his seat, avoiding your gaze.

“The hoodie and shorts are soft…”

The ‘and I trust you’ went unsaid but understood.

Your face softened around the edges.

“Eat.”

He responded with a nod before picking up his chopsticks.

Soon enough you had finished your food, and though Dazai only ate half, it was more than you were expecting him to eat. You placed your dishes in the sink to deal with another time before returning to the table, though you remained standing. Dazai had yet to get up.

“Do you want to watch something? I have a day off so…” You trailed off awkwardly.

He looked up but he didn’t quite meet your eyes.

“Sure.”

The only light currently on was the blue light emitted from the television that was playing some show you were hardly paying any more attention to. After a few episodes, you had shifted from sitting awkwardly on opposite sides of the couch to where Dazai was now practically lying on top of you. He was lying his head on your chest with his face turned towards the screen, invested in whatever show it was that was playing. You had let him pick. You were far more interested in watching as he relaxed into you as you ran your fingers through his now, mostly dry, curls.

“Tired?” Your voice no more than a whisper.

“No…” He responded; a hint of a tired whine interlaced in it. A tone his voice always had when he was tired just didn’t want to sleep in lieu of whatever he was currently doing, which at the moment was watching a show while cuddling with someone he hadn’t seen in 4 years.

“Sure~.” You teased as your nails gently scratched at his scalp.

He grumbled something softly into your chest.

You knew how bad, how dangerous your next thought was. It could end badly for both of you, but you couldn’t help when the words slipped from your tongue.

“Why don’t we go to bed hm?”

He responded with an unintelligible whine, pressing his face further into your chest, as he wrapped his lanky arms around your back.

You sighed softly but even if he had clearly put on more weight, he still wouldn’t be able to put up much of a fight against you physically speaking. You gathered what remaining strength you had in you as you wrapped your hands around his waist before shifting to a sitting position. Then you secured your arms under him to lift him up in your arms.

“Come on, you lanky beanpole. Time for bed.”

The talk could wait for tomorrow, after all, he couldn’t leave with his clothes still in the washer.

PT 2

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⭐️𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬⭐️

Henry bowers x fem! Reader

Read chapter 1 here

chapter 3 here

Chapter summery: You wander the strange town of Derry and try to get a feel of it as the school year is only a day away. You try to make yourself feel comfortable in a town that is so unnaturally comfortable.

Word count: 2990

Estimated reading time: 14 minutes

A/N: if some things don’t make sense or a character (most likely you) says something out of place about something that looks like it wasn’t mentioned. It’s on purpose! I’m seeding out little parts of back story here and there. You’ll see soon!

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Chapter 2

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥

You are woken up from your peaceful dreams by an abhorrent feeling of something wet and rough on your face. You open your disgusted eyes only to find a huge scary Pitbull smiling at you with his tongue out. You put 2 and 2 together to realize he had licked your face. Where the fuck did this dog come from? He wasn’t around yesterday. You get up from the couch you and Kevin had fallen asleep on yesterday and see that he isn’t there anymore.

“KEVY?” You shout into the house.

“YEAH?” He shouts back from somewhere in the house.

“WHERE DID THE DOG COME FROM?” You ask.

He jogs into the living room shirtless with a toothbrush in his mouth.

“Oh him?” He muffled out.

“Yeah, him”

“That’s killer. I got him for you almost a year ago, he was just outside on the property yesterday”

‘It’s crazy to think all that bullshit went if for a year!’ You think to yourself.

“He was only a year old when I got him. He’s a guard dog with a heart of gold. Unless you tell him to attack someone he’s nicer than a winter mornings air. He’s fully grown too.”

“Killer?” You ask him.

“Hey you told me when you were 8 that if you had ‘scary dog privileges’” he puts finger quotes around the words. “You would name the dog killer because to you it’s a cute name but to everyone else it’s ‘scaaawwyyy’” he mocks you on the last word.

“God I hate you sometimes” you laugh. “How the hell do you even remember that bro?”

“I remember everything, now you have an hour to get ready. I’m taking you into town with me.” Without a protest he turns around and heads back into the ground floor bathroom. You look killer in the eyes and sigh before petting him.

“C’mon boy” you usher as you stand up and walk to the stairs. Killer willingly follows you with a big doggy smile. You get to your room and open one of your bags. It’s a bit colder today so maybe a long white long sleeve undershirt with a tweed jumper dress? Maybe some black pantyhose? You ponder that outfit before ultimately deciding on it. You walk to the bathroom right next door to your room and close the door. You stand there for a few seconds before you hear killer whimpering and scratching at the door. You open the door and look at his scruncly face.

“Go to Kevin, killer. Go on boy.” He looks to where you point and you shut the door once again. It took about 2 seconds before he was back at the door. You sigh and open it again. His big puppy eyes looking at you and wagging his tail. You could see how he would be intimidating if angry but to you he just looked stupid and cute. Realizing he won’t leave you alone you let him in the bathroom with you. He quickly jumps up onto the toilet seat and sits without moving. Like he’s guarding the bathroom. You snort and turn on the shower. Killer lets you shower in peace and doesn't move from his spot on the toilet. Once you finish you wrap yourself in a towel and move the curtain aside. You look at yourself in the mirror for a few moments before opening the door and wandering into your room, with killer of course.

You pick up one of your smaller bags and pick out a small black makeup bag. You don’t need a lot of makeup but it makes you feel put together, controlled, like no one can really see the you, you don’t want them to see. After some quick concealer, eyeliner and mascara you finished your makeup with 30 minutes to spare.

Drying your hair was the worst feeling. Hot air getting into your face was the grossest feeling. You also feel like you just went for a run Every Time you do it, but it’s too chilly right now to not. It is raining season in the little town of Derry after all. After some frantic drying and getting dressed you grab your brown cloth messenger bag and head to the door, killer hot on your tail. You get down the stairs to see Kevin, looking like he was just about to call you down.

“Are you ready, loser?” He asks sarcastically.

“Yes, your royal highness” you mock.

He rolls his eyes at you and opens the door to let you out. You look behind you to see him holding the door open for the dog, unattached leash in hand.

“Is he coming with us?” You ask

“Hell yeah! His owner that he’s been training for a year just got here. He needs all that training to be put in practice” you open the door to the truck and killer hops in before you sitting in the middle seat between you and the driver seat. Kevin locks both gates and y’all are on your way to town.

“How did you even train him for me if I wasn’t here?” You wonder.

“I just showed him pictures of you and momma kept some stuff from your room that still totally smelled like you. No one ever touched it.”

You giggled because of course she did.

“Why did you train him just for me?” You questioned your best friend.

Kevin’s face falls and you think you struck a nerve. “Ther’ea some kids at the high school that ain’t take to kindly to strangers. Especially ones that just came into their town. I know you ain’t a bad kid and you ain’t lookin for trouble, but that doesn't mean they aren’t. I want to feel safe here.” He ruffles your hair. “You deserve it.”

You didn’t see Kevin as a father or a guardian. He was a friend. He’d never yell at you for a bad grade and he didn’t look at you funny when you swore in front of company. You were family- no better than family. You were friends. You two were the absolute closest 2 people could be. You were all each other had. And that’s why it made sense he was so protective over you.

The two of you listen to the music in the car in a comfortable silence the whole ride to the shop. The two of you step out of the truck and Kevin looks at you and killer.

“Ya’know, it’s only” he checks his phone. “9:40, why don’t you and killer walk down to the coffee shop while I do some errands. Yeah?”

You nod. “Yeah that sounds good.” You smile down at your massive dog like he’s a much smaller pup.

“Keep your phone on ya okay? Feel free to explore this part of town but don’t get too close to the red bridge. This is the main part of town. The school is just on the other side but don’t be crossing it today, ya’hear?”

You nod an affirmation before sprinting off with killer. You saw no point in interrogating him on the bridge. Why not just listen to him. Just this once. After a little bit of jogging and seeing a few more people you decide to leash killer and let him walk beside you. It doesn’t take you long to wander to what you can only assume is the town square.

God this place is like a storybook hell. It’s only 9 in the morning and children are fucking everywhere. You can’t even walk a straight line without having to dodge some screaming and giggling tyke. There are kids dancing in the square all of which have the lightest skin you’ve ever seen and platinum blonde hair. Have these kids never even seen the sun? This town is like an old racist man’s dream. Everywhere you look you see people. All of which are smiling, and all of which talking like they’ve known each other since birth. They probably have. This town is so small you wouldn’t doubt it. Your hometown was nothing like this. You can only assume once school starts how many people will be all up in your business. You walk and out of nowhere someone runs into you.

“¿¡Que La chingada!?” (What the fuck) you yell as the person hit you with so much force you think you got the wind knocked out of you.

Killer starts to growl as the boy backs up. You look at the boy to see big square glasses and shaggy hair. People about his age turn the corner. You assume them to be his friends. You were short for your age so they must have been at least a couple years younger. Killers growling becomes more viscous at the boy and you whistle at him.

“Killer” you say sternly. “Down boy.”

The tallest boy of the group comes up to you.

“I-I-I-I’m so s-s-sorry w-w—“ he’s cut off by the shortest boy wearing a Fanny pack.

“What he means to say is ‘sorry we didn’t mean to run into you, we were in a rush’”

“It’s no problem. You just scared my dog” you nod down to your weirdly muscular, furry accomplice

“I thought that fuckin thing was gonna eat me.” The glasses boy says loudly.

“Oh killer? No no no he’s a good dog. Just protective”

“See! Even his name is Killer!” He shouts.

You roll your eyes.

“I-I-I haven’t seen you a-a-around here b-b-b-b-before. You new?” The stuttering boy says.

“Yeah actually. I just got in yesterday. I’m ____”

They all introduced themselves to you kindly. They seem nice enough.

The one you come to find as Richie asks you what school you are enrolling to.

You try to remember then name. Then feel stupid remembering it as the name of the town.

“Derry high” you finally spit out.

“YOO!” Richie yelps. “Us too!”

Beverly steps forward. “We have to be going but At least you’ll know some people at school right? You should hang with us when school starts”

“Definitely” you reply. You walk past the group into the “Derry Dairy Diner” ‘shoot me now’ you think as you read the name in your head. Kevin had texted you his order and what he thinks you would enjoy, so you get in line and wait your turn. Your wandering had already taken you 45 minutes. It will have been over an hour by the time you reach the record store again. You hope this diner allows dogs.

After 20 mind numbing minutes of waiting it’s your turn to order. You speak your peace and within five minutes a bag of food and bottled drinks is placed before you. You pay and wish the waiter a good day before heading back. The walk to the store was uneventful. That was until some assholes in a blue sports car tried splashing you with gutter water. You knew it was on purpose. None of the water hit you but it did sour your mood quite a bit.

You finally reached the store and went inside.

“KEVY! I got your nasty ass order from the DeRrY, DaIrY, DiNeR” you mocked the name again. You could hear his laugh from the back as he walked toward your location in the front of the store by the counter.

“Well gorgeous, what has you in such a good mood?” He teases.

“This place is my hell. Like my own personal ring of hell that Satan made just for me. Laughing children and waaaaayyyy too many people smiling for me to feel safe. No one’s that happy”

“Oh well I’m sorry to hear that” he laughs out.

“And some assholes in a blue car tried spraying me with street water.” You snort.

He stiffs. “What kind of car?”

“No sé dude, a sporty one?” (I don’t know dude)

“Did the people in the car see you?”

“Oh mierda. What now?” (Oh god) you roll your eyes.

“The boys in that car are only bad news. They are the ones you stay away from you hear? If they give you problems this year, you tell me. got it?” He opens his box of food and begins to eat.

“No way I have to go to school with those assholes?”

He didn’t answer, he just grunted at you to eat. And you did. The food from that weird ass diner was actually pretty good. For the rest of the day he helped you understand how to run the shop.

All records are sectioned by alphabet and genre of music. You can usually tell by the cover what type of music they are but if you don’t know ask Kevin. If Kevin isn’t there or busy, set them in the crate in the back and he’ll put them up or tell you where that band usually goes. During the days you work you are allowed full control over aux just don’t play anything that would scare away new customers or grandparents coming in to buy their grandkid a present. The guitars on the wall are free to play but if someone comes in to look at guitars you have to put the one you are playing back on display so they can see it. Decorating is your job now (SCORE) so feel free to do whatever you want but the conditions about aux apply here too. Other than that you are pretty set. Everything is pretty easy.

“By the way” Kev looked at you.

“Hmm” you locked eyes with him.

“You can’t look like that” he said nonchalantly.

“Ugh! What do you mean ‘like that’”

“You look like you’ve never heard a song outside a youth group. Don’t get me wrong, you look cute, you just don’t look like you work here. I’d never come up and ask you questions about which bass is better.” He had a point.

“I dress like this to hide my tattoos!” You had more than just the arm one. All the others were small and not easily visible but you still wanted to hide them. Along with your legs and back.

“But you don’t need to here. I almost never see kids from your school here. After school just throw on a band tee and some shorts over those pantyhose and you are set. You just can’t come in here looking like you’re handing out pamphlets on how we are fucking the earth sideways with global warming.” Another good point.

“Fine, I'll change on the way here.” You huffed.

“Thank you.” He smiled that stupid smile of his.

Today in the store was restock day. As kids, parents and just younger adults were getting ready for the next school year to start, no one really came in. You did some routine cleaning of the store while killer was right at your side. He hadn’t left you all day. You wondered why he was like that.

As the day was beginning to pass Kevin decided to call it a day and announced he had a gift for you. You had no idea what it could be. Kevin took you out to the alley next to the store and walked past his truck deeper into the dark area.

“You stay here and close your eyes. I’ll bring it out” he hollered.

You close your eyes and you hear the sound of his keys jingle. His keys hit some metal and unlock something before you hear something rolling toward you.

“Open,” he says excitedly.

As you open your eyes you are met with the most beautiful red motorcycle you’d ever seen. You pretty much completely cut out everything Kevin was saying as you stared, the only part you caught was “Honda cbr 650”. You step forward and touch it and your hearing comes back.

“It’s my motorcycle and it’s in my name but I don’t see why you can’t ride it sometimes. You got your motorcycle license a while back.” He said. His voice dripped with the fact that he was trying to sound like he wasn’t super excited.

You look up at him with hope. “Can I” you almost beg.

He smiles and reaches to get something from the tailgate of his truck. He pulls out a black leather riding jacket with crash padding and a black helmet with a tinted visor. Oh this fucker planned. You knew he would only let you ride it once in a while but you were still over the moon.

You jumped up and down. Giddy from excitement. He helped you put on the jacket and helmet before telling you,

“Follow me home and be careful on the dirt roads. I’ll take killer with me”

You squeal and hop on the red bike, kicking the kickstand up. You put the key in the ignition and flip the on switch before reving the bike. Kevin’s truck pulls out and you follow behind him. God you missed this. The soothing feeling of the wind. The gorgeous freedom you feel in your chest. You are flying. That is the only word. Flying. You twist a turn through lanes to pull up to lights then speed off at the first flash of green. You can see Kevin laugh as killer hangs out the window with his tongue out. God you don’t want this to end. But it has to eventually. You have to get off at some point. You pull down the dirt road of your “neighborhood” only to see the pig standing at his fence eyeing your shiny new toy. You pull off past him and into the property. God that was perfect. You demount the bike and make your way inside with Kevin and killer.

What a great day. You know you didn’t always have the most positive view of things but that was just your upbringing. You learned to have a hatred for the naturally happy because you yourself had to fight for your happiness. And that is okay. It just means you deserve it more

You, Kevin and killer lay atop the couch once more and again turned on some dumbass movie and ate some day old pizza until you drifted. You’d never felt as safe as you did right now. And that was worth something.

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