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Hi hi! Could I order a scenario of how Jade and Floyd would react to MC hiding behind them because they’re being chased by bullies?? Maybe grabbing onto the tweels (о´∀`о)
I like to think they’d be surprised of someone hiding BEHIND them instead of FROM them lol..
I'm a sucker for platonic tweels! This is my lifeline rn!!
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Shrimpy Protection Agency
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Three of the more troublesome NRC seniors decided that they weren't too pleased with all the attention you were getting, having been in Twisted Wonderland for only a few months.
The students decided to corner you in the hallway, much to your surprise and demand that you apologize for the trouble you've stirred up.
When you refused, they accused you of being disrespectful and threatened to hurt you if you didn't start respecting your upperclassmen.
Through your fear, you managed to slip between the students and make a break for it.
You knew they were older, stronger, and faster than you so you wouldn't be able to outrun them.
Your only hope was to hide.
You frantically searched for a place to hide as you sprinted into the courtyard.
You were hoping someone would be there to stop the upperclassmen from pummeling you but it was empty.
No, not empty.
On the very far side of the courtyard, hidden in the shadows, the Leech twins stood, both looking mildly bored.
"Jade! Floyd!"
They both perked up upon hearing your voice.
What was excitement to see you, quickly became confusion as you ran to them and wrapped your arms around Floyd's torso from the back, shielding yourself from your pursuers.
Jade almost never showed his emotions on his face which made it all the more terrifying when his expression darkened as the bullies followed you to the courtyard.
All three of them stopped in their tracks when they saw the intimidating look on Jade's face, worsened by the wide-eyed and manic Floyd.
It wasn't usual to see either of them, especially Jade, without their signature customer service smile on, even when threatening someone, but when it came to you, there wasn't any pleasantry.
They didn't even try to pretend like your bullies weren't in danger.
"I will give you 5 seconds of silence before I begin my pursuit," whispered Jade, though the attackers heard him loud and clear in the echoey silence of the courtyard.
The one that appeared to be the leader scoffed and nervously chuckled.
"You're just a second-year. I'm not afraid of you. And I sure as he11 wouldn't need a headstart."
"Oh, you misunderstand," Floyd laughed, his eyes still crazed. "Five seconds wouldn't help you for a headstart. We're giving you a chance to pray to every God who'll bother to listen to a pathetic bottom-feeder like you."
"You're monsters!" one of the goons screeched after a few seconds of listening to their panicked breathing. Both twins just smiled in the same unsettling form.
"That bridge was burned a lot time ago, my friend," Jade chuckled menacingly before he went back to staring into the bullies' souls. "5."
"Listen, dude! We were just messing around!"
"4."
"Okay, you're seriously starting to freak me out!"
"Better get on that praying then. 3."
"I'm gonna... tell the headmaster!"
"Oh, I'm so scared. 2."
"Guys, let's get out of here!"
"That little shrimp isn't worth this."
"Only I get to call them that!" Floyd screamed after the goons as they stumbled over themselves to get away.
You could hear the bullies leaving but you still slayed firmly attached to Floyd.
"I'm a touch offended you didn't latch into me that way. Do you trust Floyd more than me?"
You looked up to see Jade smirking at you with his usual calm composure, much opposed to his "predator mode".
"I'm sorry," you sniffled, though you all knew you didn't really mean it. "Next time, I'll hide behind you instead."
"Oh, no, no, no, Shrimpy," Floyd glared at you. You could tell it wasn't directed at you specifically but it was still intimidating. "There's not going to be a next time."
"At least we can agree on that note, brother dearest," Jade mused, brushing a hair behind your ear. "We'll make sure no one will ever mess with you again, Y/N."
"What are you going to do?"
"Well, that's a secret," Jade put a finger to his lips and you could see the angry fire behind his eyes.
"You can hug me anytime you want though, Shrimpy!" Floyd chimed in cheerily. You laughed and leaned into his chest.
"Thank you so much. I don't know what I would've done with out you," you sighed and grabbed Jade's hand, tugging him into a group hug. "I love you. Both of you."
Jade wasn't usually particularly affection and Floyd didn't often practice restraint but both of them cared enough about you to just smother you in a brotherly hug, as long as it will make you happy.
Jade and Floyd made eye contact over your shoulder, making a silent agreement to break every bone in your bullies' bodies and make it look like an accident.
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skaye44 · 20 days
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New Neighbour
Bucky A/U
Summary: Your new neighbour moves in next to you who you think is handsome. He comes to you for help with a fluffy situation he finds on his motorcycle. You bond over the tiny white kitten he now calls his.
Content warning: Flufffffff, I can't think of anything else? ALPINE!!
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You had lived in your apartment building for a few years now, making friends with most of the people on your floor. You were sad when Mr. Watson moved out since he was such a good and quiet neighbour. You were nervous because you were unsure of who the new tenant would be. You had hoped they were quiet like Mr. Watson or at the very least, considerate of the time of day. The walls were thin in the old building you lived in, so you were just praying that whoever moved in was going to be nice and quiet.
You watched as two trucks stopped out front and were being unloaded by two men who were freakishly fit and handsome, moving the boxes with ease. Lucky for you, your computer desk was right near the window, so you had a good clear view of the show while you returned some emails and did some online shopping.
One of the men was tall, had blonde hair, broad shoulders, and a wholesomeness about him you couldn't look away from. The other had dark hair, slightly on the longer side, was tall like his friend and equally strong looking and just as handsome, if not more.
When he turned to talk with his friend, you noticed his piercing blue eyes that made your heart skip a beat and wished for that moment you were staring into them.
You forced yourself out of your daydream and continued observing the move in process. You watched the two men argue and bicker, but they always had a smile on their face. You heard footsteps down the hall and knew they were going next door to you.
The following day, you got up early for work, downed some coffee and grabbed a granola bar before slipping on your scrubs and walking to work. You were a veterinary assistant at an animal clinic a few blocks from your apartment.
You loved it, being able to help sick and injured animals. The job took a toll on you at times, especially if there were any sad diagnoses or appointments where you had to comfort a newly grieving owner, but you wouldn't change it for the world. You loved all animals (Except snakes – you were still terrified of them) and had wanted to help them from an early age.
"Morning Y/n" Dr. Thompson said from his office. 
"Morning" you grabbed the charts for the day. 
"Morning Lizzie" you said to the other assistant who arrived shortly after you. 
"Morning Y/n. Ooh, have you met your new neighbour yet?" she asked turning on the coffee maker. 
"Not yet, but maybe when I get home?"
"Let me know how it goes. I have my fingers crossed it's someone handsome and cute for you" she giggled. 
You rolled your eyes at her.
Lizzie was newly engaged and was in full wedding planning mode. Wedding magazines and her Pinterest boards were the usual topic of conversation on breaks as well as her trying to get you to be with someone since she found her person. 
"All I'm saying Y/n, is that you should date more, see who's out there. I took a chance on someone I wouldn't normally go for, and now we're engaged!" she beamed. 
"Yeah, I know. I just think that when it's the right time to meet someone, it'll happen naturally" you shrugged.
The bell on the front door of the clinic rang which was the signal your day was starting. You met with a few regulars for their annual exams, filled some prescriptions, did some supply and food inventory, weighed an adorable floofy golden retriever puppy named Winston, and assisted with a nail trim on a great dane named Smalls when it was getting time to close the clinic for the day. 
"Night Lizzie" you waved. 
"Night Y/n, I'll lock up, see you tomorrow" she called from the back supply room. 
You walked back to your apartment, enjoying the cooler autumn air when you noticed a large, black motorcycle parked in the building's parking lot. 
"Must be the new neighbour" you said out loud to yourself.
You were walking down the hall when you saw that the new neighbour's door was open. You walked to it and poked your head inside to introduce yourself. The two men who you saw moving were standing in the kitchen, each drinking a beer. 
"Um, hello?" you squeaked from the door making both of their heads turn to you. 
"I'm Y/n, from next door, your neighbour?" you quietly said looking between the two men. 
"Just thought I would say hi and introduce myself quickly." you politely smiled at them. 
God they were both gorgeous up close you thought to yourself. 
"Hi" said the blonde who made their way over to the door. 
"I'm Steve" he flashed you a warm smile. 
"That's Bucky, your new neighbour" he pointed to the brunette still standing in the kitchen. 
You noticed he had a neutral expression on his face, but he had a faint smile showing. You also noticed the sly way he scanned his crystal blue eyes over you, taking in your appearance making you blush slightly and look away. 
"Well, I don't want to keep you, I just wanted to say hello, have a good night" you left to go into your apartment. 
"Night Y/n, thanks for stopping by" Steve smiled.
"Look at that Buck, your new neighbour" Steve slyly smirked at his best friend. 
"Seems cute" he nudged Bucky in the arm. 
"Whatever, punk" Bucky mumbled then sat down on his couch. 
The two men chatted for a bit before Steve left for the night. 
"So, you're sure you'll be alright here?" he asked from the doorway. 
"Positive. I'm looking forward to being on my own again, away from the drama and stress. I need this, Steve." Bucky said from his hallway. 
"I know you do. Call me whenever you want to, and I'll be here". Steve patted Bucky's arm while he opened the door. 
"If you're bored, I'm sure the nice nurse lady from next door would keep you company" he winked. 
"Jeez Steve." Bucky grimaced trying to hide the light blush creeping in on his cheeks while the door closed.
The next week was about the same, get up, have a quick breakfast, then walk to work, come home, supper, relax, and do it all over again. You were a quiet person and rarely went out anymore, but you didn't mind. Your friends understood you liked being at home and they always included you in group chats and texts in case you changed your mind, which was rare, but was always nice to be included. You noticed your neighbour hardly made any sound and you were loving it.
You had grabbed your lunch from the fridge and your purse and were locking your door when you noticed Bucky next to you locking up at the same time. He was dressed in dark grey workout shorts, had on a black hoodie, and black runners. 
"Morning" you lightly smiled. 
"Hi" Bucky said.
You both stood in the hallway staring at each other. 
"Well, I should get to work, have a good day" you gave a slight wave and headed for the elevator. 
"You too" Bucky turned to take the stairs down.
After an uneventful day at work, you arrived at your building and decided to check your mail when you noticed Bucky walk in and Mrs. Thomas, your nosy neighbour, step off the elevator. 
"You must be the new neighbour. I'm Mrs. Thomas from 5A, nice to meet you" she said and clapped Bucky on the back who lightly grimaced. 
"James, but everyone calls me Bucky" he smiled. 
"Well, don't be a stranger. Y/n is single and could use some company. Nice girl-needs a decent man at her side. Likes romance, can cook and bake, and is kind to animals since she's a veterinary assistant." she winked at Bucky while stepping to the front doors. 
You were officially mortified.
"Oh, I thought you were a nurse. That's nice" Bucky smiled. 
"Yeah. scrubs. Gotta love 'em" you replied with a blush. 
"Lose any patients today? Asked Mrs. Thomas. 
"No, not today" you assured her. 
Before Mrs. Thomas left, she approached Bucky, and he leaned down to listen to her. 
"She's a sensitive one, needs support now and then if there's a sad animal case she can't save" she whispered. 
Bucky nodded and lightly smiled at you. Your face was now the shade of ketchup.
"Sorry about her" you whispered. 
Bucky smiled at you and you both stepped into the elevator, which was the most uncomfortable elevator ride of your life. You both exited the elevator and Bucky walked past you to his apartment, unlocked his door and stepped in leaving you alone in the hallway with a red and sweaty face. 
"Oh my god" you quietly muttered to yourself as you unlocked your door and stepped into your apartment. 
You squeezed your temple with your fingers before heading to the bathroom to a shower.
Meanwhile, in Bucky's apartment, he had walked in and shook his head but was smiling. He thought you were cute and had wanted to get to know you better, but lately, he always felt like a bit of a loner. He had wanted to put himself out there again and date since it was a year and a half since his messy divorce, but he never knew how. 
He tried a few online dates but was scared by what he had seen. His friends would set him up on blind dates every so often, but he hated them since he never liked going into something he wasn't sure about. As he sat on his couch nursing a beer, he thought about how it wouldn't be too bad to get to know you a little and see where things would lead.
The next day at the clinic was a complete mess. It started with an emergency surgery that didn't go so well. You were in the middle of comforting the grieving owner when another emergency came in you had to assist with. This one was also not a success and as you sat with the older lady patting her back, her granddaughter came in. You watched the older lady tell her granddaughter the bad news about the cat and had to walk away because you couldn't listen to the cries and sadness. 
Your next few appointments went well, but the morning emergencies still hung over your head.
Another box of stray kittens was dropped at the clinic's door, so you called your friend at the cat shelter, and she came to pick them up. If it was a few years prior, you would have taken the box and kept the cats yourself, but you were learning over the years that every animal can't be saved, and some must be given away to others for help. It was hard, but a lesson you were trying to accept.
You walked home and entered your apartment feeling down, so you did what makes you happy – you baked your famous chewy chocolate chip cookies. You loved baking and after a stressful day, it helps you relax and calm down. You finished the batch but realized you had more than enough, so you packaged them up to give away.
You made a box for the clinic, one for yourself to keep, a small one for Mrs. Thomas, but there were still lots left. You thought about it when an idea popped into your head. You packaged up the rest of the cookies, careful not to squish any of them, and headed out your door. You walked over to Bucky's apartment and stood in the hall for a few minutes before you knocked.
He answered the door wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt that fit him perfectly. You had to look away to stop from staring. 
"Um, hi" you quietly said. 
"Hi" he smiled. 
You stood there staring at each other. 
"Can I help you? Are you ok?" asked Bucky who seemed to be assessing you.
"Oh, right. Sorry, I spaced out for a minute. Here, I made some cookies and there's too much for me, so I wanted to drop some off for you" you blushed. 
"Really? For me?" asked Bucky eyeing up the box. 
"Yeah. I had a bad day at work and baking helps, so here" you handed him the box. 
"Just plain chocolate chip, no nuts in case you are allergic or anything" you smiled. 
"Thanks, and I'm not allergic to anything."  he took the box from your hands. 
"Well, goodnight" you turned back to your apartment. 
"Night" he watched you enter your apartment.
He closed his door and opened the box and inhaled the delicious, sweet scent of the treats. He hasn't had homemade cookies for a long time. His ex-wife never cooked or baked and before that, his mom would make him things from time to time, but she has since passed so homemade cookies were never around. 
As he was digging into the box, savouring the cookies, he couldn't help but replay your words in his head. You had a bad day at work which means you were upset and sad. He felt like a jerk for taking the box and not asking if you were ok. He walked over to your apartment and knocked on your door.
You opened it and saw him standing there with a worried look on his face.
"Are the cookies not good?" you looked at him. Bucky’s gut clenched at your concerned face. He was screwing this up!
"Huh? Oh, no, they're fine, delicious actually".
You smiled proudly. 
"You said you had a bad day at work, so I just wanted to see if you were ok?" he asked lightly blushed. 
"Oh, yeah...was a hard one but I'm ok. Want to come in?" you asked. 
"Ok" he stepped into your apartment. 
You motioned for him to sit on your couch. You told him about your day, and he seemed genuinely concerned while you let out a few tears. 
"Sorry, I get sad talking about it" you said and grabbed a Kleenex, wiping your eyes. 
"It's ok, it just means you care" he patted your arm gently. 
The two of you talked for the rest of the night. You learned Bucky was a security guard, was divorced, liked to read books, and go for rides on his motorcycle.
By the time Bucky left, you had a smile on your face and felt better about your day. He was a good listener, funny, smart, and kind; all the qualities that you admire in a partner. You shook your thoughts from your daydream as you thought there's no way someone like him would be interested in someone like you, you thought to yourself.
Meanwhile, Bucky got back to his apartment and decided he needed to text Steve about the thoughts he was having.
It was Saturday and you were excited to finally relax and put the week behind you. You had gotten up early and were about to leave for the market when you heard loud thumping on your door. You looked through the peephole and saw it was Bucky, so you opened the door. 
"Bucky, what's going on?" you asked, looking at him with concern. 
His eyes were slightly wild, and he was a little twitchy. 
"Hey, I really don't know where else to go, can I come in?"
"Ok?"
He came into your apartment and sat down on your couch. 
"Bucky, what's wrong? You're worrying me a little".
He reached into his leather jacket and pulled out a kitten. 
"Oh, my goodness, what do you have there?"
You took the tiny creature from him and snuggled it close to you. 
"Ah, yeah. I went to go for an early morning ride and noticed this little furball on the seat of my bike. I didn't really know what to do so I scooped it up and brought it here thinking you would know what to do. I can't leave it and I want to make sure it's healthy, and ok?" he watched you interact with it. 
You took the kitten to your kitchen counter and wanted to do a quick exam on it. 
"It's a female" you said smiling down at her. 
She was all white, a little dirty, and had bright blue eyes and a long slightly fluffy tail, pink toe pads you referred to as "toe beans" which made Bucky smile, and razor-sharp nails that desperately needed a trim.
You were not a vet by any means, but you knew enough to do a basic exam on the fluffball with Bucky joining you at your side. You picked up and held the kitten and noticed she was a little skinny and slightly malnourished, her eyes were healthy, as were her ears which was a good thing. Bucky watched you hold her and check her over further and he had to hide the smile from his face. He also started feeling butterflies in his stomach too, a feeling he hasn't had for a long time, something he spoke with Steve about the previous night.
You were so gentle with her, patient, and kind, cooing at her to calm her down which was working. He could see how you loved animals and was more at ease knowing you would be able to take care of the kitten, or at least know what to do with it. 
"I think I'll give her a bath, she's a little dirty from being on the street”.
You handed Bucky the kitten and walked to your bathroom to grab some gentle foaming body wash and a facecloth. You went back to the sink and filled the bottom with lukewarm water. 
"Here, let me". You took her from Bucky's hands, brushing your hands with his, causing heat to rise to your face. 
"Sorry" you mumbled. 
"S'ok" he smiled.
You placed the kitten in the sink and washed her all over, rinsing the fur and cleaning any stuck-on dirt away. She was curious at first, but then quickly realized she wanted no part of the water and kept trying to escape and was mewing loudly. Bucky stood next to you and held her firmly so you could scrub the kitten and rinse her off. Seeing Bucky interact with the small kitten melted your heart as he was being so gentle and kind with her. When you were done. You grabbed a fluffy hand towel and wrapped her in it, drying her off.
"What do we do now?" asked Bucky who was watching you cuddle the kitten. 
"Well, she'll need some food, water, and a safe place."
"I can do that"
"Do you want to keep her?"
He never really thought about having a pet. His ex-wife was allergic to dogs and cats, but he had them growing up. 
"If not, I could call my friend who runs an animal shelter. She can take her and put her up for adoption if you don't want her. She doesn't have a collar, no tattoo, or markings of any kind so I think it's safe to say she's a stray."
Bucky thought about it, and he didn't like the fact that someone else could take her. 
"I can keep her" he softly said. 
"Ok, Daddy, she's all yours. Think of a name. I can keep her here while you shop for supplies" you said smiling. 
Bucky's stomach fluttered at the daddy remark. 
"Ok. Y/n, can you make me a list of what I need?" asked Bucky. 
You made your way over to the kitchen and started writing down the supplies he would need. 
"Oh, and if you can, come by the clinic so we can get her properly looked at, some shots, and set up an appointment for a spay" you smiled at Bucky. 
"Got it". He took the list from you and went to the door. 
"We'll be here when you get back" you smiled proudly.
Bucky left the apartment, and you heard his bike start up a few minutes later. You kept the kitten close to you as she snuggled down in your warmth and closed her eyes. A few hours later, you heard a knock at your door and saw Bucky on the other side, so you answered it. 
"Hi" he said smiling brightly. 
"Hi." 
"She still doing ok?" asked Bucky as he walked in, looking for his newest friend.
"Of course, we were just reading. She's pretty chill for a kitten" you chuckled lightly making Bucky's heart melt at the sound. 
As soon as the kitten heard Bucky, she came running up to him and meowed loudly at his feet. 
"I think you're her favourite" you said and smiled. 
Bucky smiled proudly as he bent down to pick up the kitten and cradle her in his large arms. 
"Come with me, I'll show you your new home." he whispered in her ear. 
"Want to come with us?" he asked. 
"Ok". You followed them next door.
You walked into Bucky's apartment, and he had everything set up for the new kitten. You noticed some toys, food dishes, a scratching post, and litter box ready to go. He even moved an old chair by the window so she could curl up in it and fall asleep in the sun while looking outside. 
"Nice set up" you said approving of the items Bucky had bought. 
He let go of the kitten and she went off exploring. 
"Thought of a name yet?" you asked while sitting down on a stool at his kitchen counter. 
"Not sure" he thought about it. 
"I'm thinking something to do with snow or winter since she's all white" you smiled as the kitten walked by and jumped up on the back of the couch looking between the two of you. 
"How about Alpine?" asked Bucky as the kitten let out a soft mew at the name. 
"Think she likes it. Well, I should go. Make sure to stop by the clinic soon" you reminded Bucky. 
"Sure will" said Bucky as you left.
The next day, you were filling out some charts when you were called into an exam room for assistance. You walked into exam room three and saw Bucky. 
"Hey Y/n" he smiled proudly as he held Alpine. 
"Hey Bucky, Hi Alpine". You scratched the kitten on the head who proceeded to gently swat at your hand. 
"Dr. Thompson is the best!"
You created a new chart and weighed Alpine. 
Dr. Thompson walked in and proceeded to start the exam. You were right, nothing else was wrong with the kitten apart from being slightly on the smaller side, but she was healthy considering. He gave her shots and told you to schedule a spay in the coming months.
The exam finished and you walked Bucky and Alpine back to the waiting room. Lizzie saw the two of you and couldn't wipe the smile off her face. 
"Thanks for seeing us." Bucky watched you file his chart. 
He blushed as you smiled back at him. 
"Of course. See you both later".
"See you!" he smiled before closing the door. 
"Who was THAT? And tell me more!" beamed Lizzie. 
"That was my new neighbour and his new kitten" you smiled and lightly blushed. 
"Uh huh..." Lizzie smirked. 
"What?"
"Nothing". She winked at you. 
"He's my neighbour, nothing more" you calmly stated. 
"Right, and I'm a natural blonde" she snorted and left the waiting room. 
You blushed and were able to finish the day without any issues.
You walked back to your building and were about to step into your apartment when Bucky opened his door and peeked his head into the hallway. 
"Hey Y/n, want to have dinner with us?" he asked and held out Alpine in the hallway Lion King style. 
"Oh, um, ok?" you giggled at the sight. 
"Can I shower first? A dog threw up on my feet at the last appointment and I feel kind of gross from that. 
"Of course. Come over anytime, we'll be here" he smiled pulling Alpine close to him. 
You chuckled and walked into your apartment. After your shower, you got dressed into some comfy clothes and made your way to Bucky's. 
You knocked on the door and you could hear "door's open" from inside so you opened it up and walked in. 
You saw Bucky in the kitchen opening some Chinese take out containers and offering you a seat at the counter while handing you chopsticks. 
"This is lovely" you examined the containers. 
"Wasn't sure what to get, so I ordered a variety" he said handing you a plate. 
"It all looks delicious. Lee's is my favourite place to order Chinese from." You bit into a dumpling.
You watched as he filled his plate with the food and sat down next to you at the counter. You told him how the rest of your day went and asked about his first night with Alpine. He said the night went good and Alpine likes to snuggle close to his neck to keep warm. Your heart melted as you imagined the large man snuggled into his bed with his tiny kitten as his scarf, making you smile at the thought. You both finished the food and Bucky was cleaning up. 
"Thanks for supper".
"No problem. It was the least I could do as a thank you for helping me with Alpine" he said as he helped you off the stool. 
You both stood there staring at each other, noticing Bucky's eyes move to your lips then back up to your eyes.
Alpine sauntered over and stood in-between you, letting out a loud mew looking between Bucky and you. You laughed and scooped her up, nuzzling her close to you. 
"Well, I should go. Don't want to keep you from bonding with your new friend". You put her back down. 
"Wait, stay with us and watch a movie" he asked as you took a few steps to the door. 
"Oh, ok" you shrugged your shoulders and went to sit on his couch.
You watched a movie with Bucky sitting next to you and Alpine curled up on his lap. Every so often he would put his arm across the back of the couch, lightly brushing your hair, giving you goosebumps at his touch. Alpine moved over to the chair by the window and was curled up on that, sleeping contently. 
The movie ended and Bucky turned the TV off. 
"Well, thanks for the movie too, I guess I owe you one". You nudged his leg with yours. 
"Name the time and place, and it's a date" he smiled. 
Your face went red, and you looked down, feeling a little embarrassed. 
"What? I can't help it if I want to take you out on a date. What do you think? Y/n, do you want to go out with me?" asked Bucky. 
He wasn't sure where the sudden boldness came from, but he wasn't complaining. 
"I would like that" you smiled. 
He smiled back as you got up from the couch. 
"I should go but let me know when you want to go out. I'm free anytime."
"Noted".
He walked you to his door.
As you grabbed the handle, he turned you around, so you were facing him. He took a step closer to you and you were able to breathe in his scent, that reminded you of pine and citrus. He leaned in and gave you a kiss on your cheek before wrapping you up in his arms. 
"Thanks for everything" he whispered rubbing his hands gently up and down your back. 
"It was no problem." You hugged him tightly back.
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thedeliverygod · 3 months
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The Final Chapter of Noragami
I'll start off by saying no matter what, this is my favorite manga/anime series. It'll always be near and dear to my heart. And thank you again to @fast-moon who has put so much time in effort into this series so that we would be able to read it in English ASAP.
But here are my honest thoughts, below the cut
There are far too many open ends. As a writer and a fan, I get that it's good to leave things pretty open ended and give fans a chance to explore possibilities. But there was too much here.
Something that struck me during my read of the translation (as I read the raws about an hour beforehand) was the absence of Nana. Arahabaki and Shiho are at the hanami, why not her? Especially since she's got a bond with Bishamon as well.
Is Nora just a free agent, doing whatever she wants? We see that Yukine still has his Hagusa name, so clearly she would still have Mizuchi. And we know Yato can't re-name her. Does she spend time with Yato and Yukine at Kofuku's house? Is she Yato's secret agent in watching over Hiyori? lol
Kazuma is the only one (aside from Nana) who survived the God's Greatest Secret without being named with the koto no ha. How is he dealing with it? Is he also having nightmares like Yukine?
Yato being 'saved' by going viral is a bit dumb especially because the posts are like "wow this guy is doing like a 10 year old meme lame" etc so it didn't seem like it should have blown up much anyway? and he also says no one actually remembers 'him'/uses his name just Teke-Teke so how does that... actually help Yato? Granted he didn't die and he has a smartphone now but I feel like he would... actually have to really be acknowledged to get money and have a shrine other than Hiyori's shrine (which btw what happened to THE DAMN SHRINE??? its on the cover but the chapter??? absent)
"I'll give you all of me" and dramatic crying/kiss but then Yato just seems so... detached. granted I KNOW it's because of the near shore/far shore and he doesn't want to endanger her again and just looks over her and it's a trope that's been in a million fanfics including mine but it just feels so off and bluh to NOT GET ANY RESOLUTION OTHER THAN HIYORI JUST RECOGNIZING HIM and then a line in the journal about how he tried to play it off.
I can't even think of everything tbh there's just a lot I want answered that wasn't...
I would say the best part of this chapter was the stuff about Fujisaki. It finally answered that he was 'born' with Father present inside of him and they kind of switched back and forth. Although again that leaves the question of how much was Fujisaki and how much was Father in terms of hitting on Hiyori/how much did Fujisaki know about Father's antics. I also love that Yato still hates him anyway even without Father LOL
lastly father was this giant cataclysmic force in Yato's life for literally over a thousand years and he's finally free. and we really get no reaction in regards to that. And that is especially disappointing when it's a major theme of the manga as a whole, you know?
idk that's my piece for now. I'm sure I'll have more to say in the coming days/weeks/months/etc but I hope and pray there's maybe any sort of small addition to the tankobon release.
it did mention "please look forward to adachitoka's next work" but I think that was just like a publishing nicety. I think noragami's ending was rushed due to their ongoing health problem and/or pressure from the publishers and I honestly don't see them coming out with a new series any time soon.
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you'll never resemble a human, so stand up on your claws and kill your own God
theory of the two demons warnings — this is set in the bsd beast universe, so if you havent read/watched that, i do not recommend reading this. theres spoilers and it probably wont make much sense anyway if you dont know what the fucks going on for everyone else that has read beast, have fun word count — 5.5k note — bonus 😝😝
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"have you ever heard about the theory of the two demons?"
"i haven't. what does it say?"
"that to combat a great evil, you need an even greater evil. say, for uprisings against the government, the government can suppress the people with forced disappearances, for example."
"so it's bad against worse?"
"precisely. it cancels out. it reaches a point where evil is just the norm. a demon against another demon; do you get it?"
"i see. like… fighting fire with fire. only a demon can kill a demon."
"yeah, that's… that's a good analogy."
"where did you find this theory? it seems interesting."
"that's not important. i just thought you'd like to know about it."
"why's that?"
"so you don't resent me after i'm dead."
"i'd be surprised if you're actually mortal at all."
"now that's a very cursed thing to say, [Name]."
"my apologies, boss."
[Surname] [Name] is not required for his plans by any means, Dazai knows, but there's a needle of an unnamed feeling pricking him on the back of the head. he sits in Mori's office, reading old newspapers from two or three years ago. it's his latest special interest, so Mori doesn't question it and keeps supplying him with new material. but Mori also questions it, because Dazai doesn't give anything that isn't worth it the time of day. it is an interesting topic, he admits, but it raises his suspicions just as much.
strange murder cases across Japan are not uncommon, what with ability users running wild. he tries not to think much of it. he can't, though, not when Dazai excitedly gasps, "Mori-san! this one could be useful!" as he points to a particular article from Nagoya. spontaneous deaths concentrated in a relatively small radius—likely the work of an ability. an interesting one. one that Dazai knows he doesn't need. one that Dazai hears murmurs of from unilateral memories.
Mori hums, "what is it?" he wonders what could have possibly caught the demon prodigy's eye. but as soon as he glances over to the newspaper and the bold kanji from two years ago, a chill runs down his spine.
"spontaneous deaths, no signs of physical trauma or any diseases, unrelated and irregular victims," Dazai starts listing off. Mori knows this case like the back of his hand. "it's clearly an ability user, wouldn't you agree?" Mori's had his eye on this one for the past two years. "probably a child, too, seeing how erratic they are."
Mori thinks Dazai is aware of a lot more than he's letting on.
"we should fetch them like we did with Q. they might be an ability worth having in the mafia's arsenal."
Mori blinks blankly at the cunning child staring right back into him with an unassuming grin. suggestions of a mind with normal thoughts, those abnormal people wouldn't be able to fathom. because Dazai is not special, however his schemes may play out. he offers him a smile, a bit more strained than he wishes to express. "okay, Dazai-kun, i'll leave that to you." 
and a parallel story comes to life—a story where kids can't cry, but they can pray for their lives.
it's easier to find something when knowing exactly where to look for it. Dazai doesn't waste any time paying a visit to the ruins of a research facility in Nagoya. whatever shall be rebuilt from these remains, he'll make sure it doesn't impact his plans. admittedly, he doesn't know what is waiting for him at the next location on his to-do list. among the rubble and the blood, he finds a stainless steel bracelet. he knows who it belonged to and he knows where to keep it for the sake of repentance.
after his short detour, he makes his way to Shizuoka. he's all smiles and innocence when he speaks to the lady in charge of orphaned children. when he's allowed inside and the woman calls [Name]'s attention, he hears the echo of a gunshot ringing in his ear. he remembers cursed words meant to follow him in every new page.
[Name] is sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall and taking up space as their legs are stretched out. one of their little brothers—Dazai doesn't know which one—sits against them, holding a book. as soon as the woman calls their name, [Name]'s head shoots up. they pat their sibling on the shoulder, chuckling at their childish whining, before approaching their beckoning mother. she introduces the two to one another with a warm grin and promptly leaves them to talk in private.
as they're sitting outside, watching children of all ages play with a ball, Dazai presents them with the cheap bracelet. "do you recognize this?" he prompts them to take it, but they don't budge. they scan the jewelry with their eyes briefly. then they shake their head. Dazai sighs, returning the bracelet to his pocket.
he lets silence settle between them, leaving space for [Name] to ask any questions. without stained walls and dying children, he wonders what this version of [Name] has to say to him. how sharp are their teeth? how deep do they bite? how much do they burn? but they don't look at him as they say, "i don't know who you are or what that bracelet is." they flinch when one of their siblings falls face first on the grass. their eyes are soft, without any trace of fear. "why are you here?"
amiability and [Name] are dissonant, Dazai thinks, but truth stands that the looming cloud of anger clinging to their shoulders doesn't exist here. he considers the many paths he can take them down, between violence and comradery. "listen," he starts, choosing to stand neutral where he knows he shouldn't disrupt, "it's your choice, but the ability you have—" [Name] snaps their neck towards him, "—is very useful, and a lot of less than nice people will come to get you for it." 
the last time [Name] used Mirror Mirage was two years ago. the last person to ever know about it was a man in a lab coat. "i'm past using my ability. it's been long enough." with their family and their life, they hardly feel the need to steal from others anymore. they look Dazai in the eye with a passive stare, harmless, curious, willing. the stare of an older sibling scolding him for acting so childishly.
"about that…" he trails, rising from the bench. he can't see [Name] from his peripheral vision. he knows [Name] has no hostility within them unless he gives them some. "i was told to burn this orphanage down just to get you. but i'm being nice about it." and he won't give them any reason to bare their teeth. he's learned his lesson. he knows better from his own parallel mistakes. "you're a smart kid, aren't you?"
"are you extorting me?"
"not quite, i'm just looking out for you." a chuckle slips from his tongue. there's a fine line between his lies and his benevolence. it seems he cannot change his ways—he can only make them softer.
[Name] purses their lips in thought as they ponder over his words. "will everyone here be safe if i go with you?" they crane their neck to look up at him. he's not that much taller than them, even while standing up, wearing nothing but black, hiding behind his bangs and bandages. he still feels unreachable, too big and too lonely, like he takes up too much space whether he wants to or not.
"you can watch over them yourself," Dazai reassures them. he takes a step and turns to face them, offering them his bandaged hand.
"okay then." without a moment's hesitation, they reach for his fingers. they rise to their feet. "i'll go with you."
"welcome to the Port Mafia, [Name]."
Dazai feels in their hand the moment they realize exactly who he is and where he comes from. they blink owlishly at him as he smiles back without a trace of animosity. [Name] relaxes their muscles, now knowing they've made the correct choice. later that same week, they meet again with the man in the lab coat; the head of the Port Mafia itself.
it's fleeting, [Name] realizes, but it's very much there—the unadulterated, baseless animosity creeping up their legs. when they walk into the training room on their first day, Dazai is waiting for them while leaning against the wall. they see it in his eye as he turns his head to look at them. it's a hollow stare, a bottomless pit of strife, reaching out in echoes from the sobs of a child. his lips curl into a small smile. [Name] feels the hairs on their nape bristling in alarm, like there's a bigger threat looming nearby, but all they can see is Dazai.
and Dazai, with that look in his eyes and that simper on his lips, is not a threat at all.
when he's standing so close to them, when he isn't hiding in the sunlight, he feels much smaller. it's almost as if they could see his hands shaking. it's almost as if they could see the tears wanting to overflow. there's a stirring in their stomach where pain bubbles, purely and innocently. Dazai is so, so far away.
he pushes himself off the wall and stands across from [Name]. stepping closer, he finds it unusual to not see their muscles tense in alarm. then he remembers the usual hasn't been established yet. "those scars…" his sentence dies down as he tastes the words. they feel familiar on his tongue, so he finds a way to flip them upside down. "do you want to die, [Name]?" his eye casts down to their uncovered arms. they look the same.
"i'm sorry?"
a sigh tumbles from his lips. "your scars, those are self-inflicted."
"ah." instinctively, [Name]'s fingers reach up to touch their neck. Dazai doesn't look at them. "there was a time, back in the labs. i've grown out of it." they speak nonchalantly, shrugging their shoulders and acting like craving death was nothing more than a short phase. a little something they tried for fun and stopped once they got bored of it—it doesn't follow them, it doesn't cling to them, it has left them alone because they don't want to die anymore.
"why?"
"what do you mean?"
"why did you want to die?"
he sees how [Name] stops to give it some thought. their eyes flicker down and to the side briefly, then return to him, alive. "i'm not sure. it was just easy."
"those tests they ran on you," he prompts.
"yeah." they blink and something flashes in their eyes. it's unnoticeable, but Dazai can see it clearly. he considers briefly, just briefly, keeping his mouth shut. [Name] continues with an explanation that only makes sense to normal people like themself and Dazai, "living things became trivial."
"and by consequence, so did you."
[Name] nods. it's odd, they think, how easily he understands without them explaining a jumbled mess of forgotten thoughts. maybe it isn't that odd, especially considering he's read their files already. "do you want to die, Dazai-san?" but they see him as soon as their question slips from their tongue.
"yes."
in a quick answer with no hesitation, [Name] sees the innocent boy on the verge of tears. he's gritting his teeth and covering his ears with trembling hands. [Name] grimaces, because the closer they try to step, the smaller he becomes. so scared, so lonely, so vulnerable. they feel sorry for him. they pity him. he feels just like another little sibling from the orphanage, one [Name] could easily hold until his breathing settles down again. but as soon as they blink, he fades away, melting into the shadows where they can't reach. in his stead, they meet Dazai's hollow stare.
[Name]'s fingers twitch on instinct. "can i ask why?" they think, ignoring the bristling hairs on the back of their nape, that Dazai has been standing alone and alienated for far too long.
"some may call me a fool," he answers, voice light and airy, shrugging it off like it's something he's heard a billion times before. but then [Name] feels it again, when he looks them right in the eye, the unnerving animosity trying to drag them down. it's as if he's looking at someone else—looking at words he's heard from the same voice, but not quite the same person. "others," he emphasizes, "may call me a coward."
[Name] recoils. they take a step backwards. that statement—that complaint—was not directed at them, [Name] understands, but it was directly for them.
Dazai lets a chuckle drift into the silence. he recognizes he shouldn't be speaking anymore. he recedes and takes his contempt off [Name] with him. "is that enough of an answer for you?"
"i think… it's your choice." ([Name] tries—wants—to understand.) "whether you want to tell me or not."
they don't bite. "you're a lot more agreeable," Dazai hums. in a world in which he hasn't stolen anything from them, [Name] has no reason to bite back. if he hadn't been so childish, maybe they could have held a conversation like this in the right story.
[Name] contemplates asking for clarification, but they keep their mouth shut as Dazai steps closer. he feels small again. he's a kid. he's nothing but a kid, all over again.
with weightless steps, he stands a few feet away from [Name]. "attack me with all you've got."
Dazai can recite this scene from memory. [Name] hesitates, argues, and he makes sure they understand where their loyalties should lie from the get-go. he's long decided to teach them the same lessons in a different way. their attack is as predictable as the first time; he wastes not a single second striking his leg against their ribcage. as [Name] bounces off the wall, Dazai sighs to himself.
"lesson number one," his voice echoes through the training room, "don't rely on your ability alone." he watches unblinking while [Name] struggles to pick themself up from the floor. "you're gonna need a lot of martial arts training."
[Name] can barely register any of his words when their mouth is overflowing with blood.
Dazai gives them time to stand back up on their feet. quietly, he turns towards the door. "that's all for today." [Name]'s blurry eyes follow him as he begins heading out. his back is so, so small. "the closest infirmary is on the ground floor. same time tomorrow, yeah?" he stops at the door, glancing over his shoulder.
finding support on the wall, [Name] clutches the forming bruise on their side, stumbling in an attempt to stay balanced. their head spins, but they answer, "…yeah, okay…" despite the sickening taste of blood on their tongue.
"i'll use a gun, so be ready."
"…gotcha."
[Name] listens to their own choked breathing and takes a moment to properly stabilize themself. Dazai hears an echo in his brain, voices from the dead he has never heard, but he nonetheless remembers. it haunts him, whether he wants them to or not, because wisdom only has worth when a writer is dead. he takes it upon himself to not stress [Name] out too much. promptly, he exits the training room, leaving the door wide open for [Name] to follow once they gather their bearings again.
they think, while heading for the door, that Dazai is simply a lonely kid drowning in future regrets.
Dazai knows better than anyone—or rather, he's the only who knows—that he cannot interfere where he isn't allowed. the best example of this is [Name]'s natural gravitation towards Chuuya. he lets the years pass, working for things to play out the exact same way, changing the course only where it's needed for his plan. while he's busy throwing a quiet tantrum in a former assassin's apartment, he leaves [Name] in Chuuya's hands.
Nakahara Chuuya has read [Name]'s files—only the most relevant ones, because it would take him a lifetime to even scan through everything that has been documented since the moment of their birth. empathy simmers in his chest in the face of another humane monster built from experiments.
that which resembles a human. resembling humans, all of them, dancing on a chessboard in someone else's pocket.
however smart Mori may be, however much respect he may have for the boss, Chuuya believes leaving a kid with suicidal tendencies to a suicidal bastard is undeniably cruel. [Name] is nothing like Dazai, because they value life, because they don't regret being born, because they don't taunt death in an attempt to free themself. and yet despite knowing they are so, so different from the demon prodigy, there still is something. there is something, and Chuuya doesn't know what, but it's very much there. something in their eyes, something very deep in a parallel mirror; something on the scar on their neck and something in their voice.
something, whatever it is, making [Name] feel horribly similar to Dazai.
Chuuya has seen his friends die time and time again. that's just the way the mafia works. he fears he's going to see [Name] end up being another corpse in a pile of distant memories.
after a strenuous day of training, he offers them a cigarette. the more they take from him, the less they'll follow in Dazai's footsteps—he hopes, at least, because Dazai has a plan. Chuuya doesn't know what it is or why he's so determined to see it come to fruition, but he does know no one is safe. so he leans against the wall, taking another drag, listening as [Name] explains their experience in the research facility. out of curiosity, out of concern.
if there's an input, there's an output.
[Name] shakes ashes off their cigarette. they finish their retelling with a closing thought of, "at some point, the concept of life became trivial, as Dazai-san put it." it sounds natural and it rolls off their tongue with the tone of an older sibling. Chuuya argues that it sounds dissonant; that agreeing with Dazai shouldn't be a willing choice. "i could kill anyone and anything, but i couldn't kill myself. they wouldn't let me."
he sighs heavily, "that explains why you feel so much like that lousy suicidal bastard."
with the way [Name] turns to blink owlishly at him, he'd think he's offended them. their brows furrow in thought for a moment, before they chuckle sardonically. "i think Dazai-san's in a league of his own." as a pained afterthought, they add, "sadly." they cast their gaze down to their shoes, a grimace twisting their face. pity burns on their tongue. "there really isn't anyone out there to feel so much like him."
"hopefully," Chuuya snarls, rolling his eyes, "there really shouldn't be."
"do you hate him that much, Chuuya-san? i know he's a lot to handle, but he's just throwing a tantrum." the laughter that falls from their lips is ironic. they don't mean it. they're at a loss. the cigarette between their fingers slips and bounces off their shoes.
Chuuya clicks his tongue. "he's just a cunning bastard with a plan to fuck everyone over." he flicks his own cigarette off to the side to emphasize his words.
[Name] lets his snarky remark swim into their ears, processing each sound with careful consideration. they stare silently at the floor as they take into account everything the mafia has shown them for the past two years. they're well aware Dazai is always slithering around, a heavy presence looming over everyone's shoulders to make sure everything goes according to plan. they know he's doing something, whatever it might be, and it's very important. that's why he's been gone for over a week already. from where [Name] stands, it simply seems capricious.
"i think he's a little kid," they speak up with a hint of hesitation. a knot in their throat tries to keep them from spitting words a parallel story would set them on fire for. they clear their throat, turning to find Chuuya's eyes. "doesn't he feel like a neglected toddler to you?"
immediately, Chuuya throws his head back and cackles from the core of his chest. he pats [Name]'s shoulder harshly, shaking them in a fit of pure amusement. "ha! that's your best joke so far." he pretends to wipe a tear off his eye. the moment his laughter fades away, a peeved frown pulls his brows down. "that shitty asshole's a demon that's been alive for centuries. i wouldn't waste pity on him." as if it were an unimportant discussion about ants on the ground, Chuuya shrugs his shoulders. he's done with his smoke break and he cares little about sympathy for malicious intelligence.
[Name] watches him head back into the Port Mafia building. the demonic crown Dazai wears weighs on him more and more as the years go by. centuries upon centuries of living in isolation should give a demon like him all the wisdom in the universe, and yet he's nothing but a child. even Chuuya is only a child with issues of his own. they all are. and when kids are scared, some cry, some bite back, and some simply cower in a corner while gritting their teeth.
with a sigh, [Name] crushes their struggling cigarette with the sole of their shoe. they follow after Chuuya once the fire has died.
it's strange, Dazai thinks, and it rattles him for a moment. he only has the memories of what will happen, but he's convinced he can still feel frail bones crushing under the pressure of his foot. the moment he sees [Name] in broad daylight, crouched over in an awfully familiar alleyway, he stops dead in his tracks. his fingers twitch. he almost wishes [Name] would try to hide away in the shadows. he doesn't have to even look past them to know there's a box with three puppies in it.
"what are you doing here, [Name]?"
[Name] cranes their neck back, finding Dazai's eye staring down at them with a blank gaze. "hello, Dazai-san," they greet him normally, because they don't know and they can't guess. they step to the side to let him see the three dying dogs, huddled together for warmth inside a humid box. Dazai blinks. these puppies don't just look frail, they look sick.
"what are you doing?"
[Name] turns back to the box. with one hand, they keep searching for a way to help these dying creatures; the other one offers a sense of comfort—or as much as they can—scratching their heads gently. "i found these guys abandoned here. i was thinking of getting 'em to the vet, they don't look too good." when [Name] removes their hand, one of the puppies stirs. it tries to call out in a faint cry. it barely has the strength to breathe.
"oh." Dazai hums in understanding. he doesn't like dogs. he doesn't care about what happens to these dogs. something is probably eating them from the inside out and he knows for a fact they will not survive a ride to the vet. they're on the verge of death already; [Name], this time, is too late. "yeah, that's a good idea." he doesn't care about what happens to these dogs or to [Name] themself, but he lets them do whatever they want. it is not a dare. it is not a challenge. it's simply him taking a step back.
"do you know of any vets nearby? i can't find anything on my phone."
"…i don't really like dogs so i don't know anything." he lies. he does know. he cannot step back more than this.
it's fleeting, but [Name] feels that same baseless animosity trying to drown them. "i see." they pretend it's fair. they don't pry. with a grimace, they turn again to look at Dazai. "do you think they'll make it? they might be a lost cause."
"you should try."
the longer they consider it, the more pity simmers in their chest. when they scan their eyes over the puppies one more time, they're agitated, struggling to breathe. "i'd rather not put 'em through that… i'll just let 'em pass peacefully." an orange glow surrounds their body as they use Mirror Mirage to steal the dogs' lives from them. painlessly, the three of them grow weaker until they ultimately die.
Dazai glares quietly. he watches with a hollow stare as [Name], with their eyes closed, claps their hands and says a short prayer to the lives they've taken.
"i'll find a place to bury them. excuse me, Dazai-san." picking the box up from the floor, [Name] bows their head to him. he trails his eyes after them while they disappear down the sidewalk.
Mori Ogai knew eventually Dazai would take his place. evil expects evil from others. when he finds [Name]'s hand around his throat, he chuckles. he figures this is exactly why Dazai wanted to take them from their orphanage and bring them into his arsenal. he's not given much choice and lets the children do with him as they see fit.
at age eighteen, Dazai Osamu becomes the Port Mafia's boss.
[Name] doesn't mind the changes in the mafia, especially considering they aided the new boss. there's a hefty weight of unbearable responsibility pressing down on their shoulders. they're aware Dazai isn't their problem, and neither do they feel the need to interfere. he is doing something—[Name] doesn't know what it is or why, but they hope he can accomplish it so he'll finally sit down and breathe. they know better than to meddle. but the duty of an older sibling compels them to at least check in on everyone around them.
(Chuuya isn't content. they've heard all of his complaints again and again over cigarettes and drinks. he says he doesn't blame them for helping Dazai out in taking Mori's head. they hardly believe him.)
Dazai calls them into his office. something feels off when they step inside, bowing as per usual, speaking politely like they did with Mori. he's leaning back on his chair and reading a book. the cover is worn, but they can make out the characters for war and crime. the look in his eye darkens considerably as he lets it flutter shut before dropping it in his trash bin.
he leans into his desk and towards [Name], an empty smile curling his lips. "i have a task for you, [Name]." he gathers documents scattered around, brushing off a paper airplane that falls off the edge. [Name] takes them from his hand with a nod. "i'd like some information on this orphanage."
"of course, boss."
they bow one more time to excuse themself. Dazai considers letting them go with their task, but curiosity gets the best of him. he can't keep his mouth shut. "say, [Name]," he starts. [Name] stands up straight, listening attentively. "have you ever heard about the theory of the two demons?"
[Name] blinks, brows rising. it doesn't ring a bell. "i haven't. what does it say?" Dazai knows it doesn't ring a bell.
"that to combat a great evil, you need an even greater evil." it's taken him years to understand what this theory entails. it's taken him memories that do not belong to him to wrap his head around nonsense such as this. the best experience comes first-hand. "say, for uprisings against the government, the government can suppress the people with forced disappearances, for example." he cannot pretend to laugh at this anymore.
"so it's bad against worse?"
"precisely." Dazai snaps his fingers. there's a childlike ring in his voice, like he's happy to finally hold a conversation with the [Name] he's known. "it cancels out. it reaches a point where evil is just the norm. a demon against another demon; do you get it?"
"i see. like… fighting fire with fire." they're close. "only a demon can kill a demon."
like saying long time no see to someone he's supposed to have never met. like stabbing his own leg for someone he knows doesn't have the choice to stray. like offering lies to someone who cursed him in a different story. like babbling words that are not his. "yeah, that's… that's a good analogy." like a corpse smiling back at him. (like animal blood staining his shoes.)
"where did you find this theory? it seems interesting."
Dazai glances at the trash bin only briefly. "that's not important." [Name] doesn't catch on. "i just thought you'd like to know about it."
"why's that?"
"so you don't resent me after i'm dead." he's always known they aren't anything like him.
[Name] lets an innocent chuckle slip, "i'd be surprised if you're actually mortal at all."
"now that's a very cursed thing to say, [Name]." he offers them a smile. it's the smile of a child, innocent and ignorant. it's heavy.
"my apologies, boss."
Nakajima Atsushi is a mellow boy. it doesn't take a genius to realize he wasn't as lucky as [Name] was when drawing straws in the orphanage lottery. he's been blessed with a powerful ability, but he's also been cursed to never tame it. Dazai seems to have been prepared for this inconvenience since the day he was born. [Name] considers that's probably exactly the case.
they analyze the collar Dazai has given them, before their eyes fall on Atsushi. he's mellow and he's scared. he sits quietly on the floor, hugging his knees close to his chest to make himself small, hiding his face in search for safety. [Name] crouches by him, wearing the same gentle simper they used for their youngest siblings.
"i'm sorry about this, Atsushi-kun," they speak softly, careful not to make unnecessary loud noises, "but Dazai-san said it's to keep your ability in check."
"i know. i understand. it's okay." he lifts his head up only slightly. he meets [Name]'s pitying eyes.
they frown. the theory of the two demons states that, in order to take down a great evil, one requires a greater evil; [Name] thinks this is what Dazai meant when introducing them to such a wicked theory. a sigh tumbles from their lips, "it's not okay, but it's necessary." it burns on their tongue, rotten words they should swallow.
they purse their lips and clasp the collar around Atsushi's neck. somehow, they wince harder than him.
Dazai Osamu has completed his plan.
he hits the ground, blood splattering and staining the ground a crimson red, because even in death, Dazai can't keep himself from being a nuisance. his body twitches as the last remnants of life slip away from him.  it's unexpected—not that he managed to fulfill his own goals, but the way he chooses to celebrate. in the moment, [Name] thought their words were ironic. as they catch a glimpse through the corner of their eye, they think they spoke too much.
they freeze, shoulders taut. with wide eyes, they find Chuuya's glare across from them, seemingly just as perplexed. both turn towards the wall of windows; neither dare take a step closer to confirm their suspicions.
"…Chuuya-san," [Name] speaks up with a hesitant tone. Chuuya doesn't answer. "Chuuya-san, was…" their voice trails off, unsure of what to say in the face of suicide. "Chuuya-san, was that Dazai-san?" by the time they manage a coherent sentence, Chuuya is no longer by their side.
[Name] watches from up high in an empty hallway. from this height, Dazai's bleeding body is nothing more than an ant out of line. they sigh heavily, eyes closed. they clap their hands together and say a short prayer for the life that now sleeps forever in solitude.
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—あごす (agosu) • 2023
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simtleman · 9 months
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PASSENGERS TO THE TRAIN! LAST CALL FOR PASSENGERS TO BRINDLETON BAY!
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The latest update completely broke my game, it would launch and then get stuck on the loading screen forever... so I had the pleasurable task of uninstalling and reinstalling everything, which no kidding took about four and a half hours considering all the DLCs I have. However, having to wait and not being able to play gave me an opportunity to really think about what I wanted to build next for this crazy 1920s, '30s & '40s Save File Project I'm determined to finish someday, and suddenly it came to me: a train station, duh!
So here it is, introducing Columbia Station, located in the heart of Del Sol Valley:
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One of my favorite books ever is Agatha Christie's Murder on the Orient Express. I remember reading it for the first time when I was about 7 years old and going to bed absolutely terrified yet wanting to know what was going to happen next, so naturally it has always been a dream of mine to someday be able to book a ticket for the Venice Simplon-Orient-Express. You can imagine how much fun I had building this while living my best film noir fantasy! Plus, I thought having a vintage train station in the save file would make for great storytelling.
The train itself (which I decided to call Grand Express, as you can see in the pics) has two functional wagons:
The first one is a Compartment coach, with three identical compartments. For the interiors in both wagons I mostly used @lilis-palace's Intarsia Moderne & Wainscot Wonderland sets. That varnished wood kinda look was absolutely perfect for what I had in mind:
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2. The second wagon, on the other hand, couldn't be anything but a bar. Featuring @littledica's Art Deco Lounge bar as the signature piece, I took inspiration yet again from the actual Orient Express bar and decided to go for colder, blue tones:
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I'm far from being done with this build, but I simply couldn't hold my excitement and had to show you guys how it's going. Next it'll be the station itself, I've build the exterior but gotta work on the interiors... I wanna set the lot as a Café so we shall see how that turns out!
I'll keep you guys posted and until then, pray for my game to not break again! Lol
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dark-night-hero · 1 year
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Imagine being Diluc Ragnvindr's significant other.
Imagine how proud you, his father and adoptive brother were when he was recognized as the youngest captain in the history of the Knights of favonius. The smile on your faces that day, of how happy you were for him and his achievements.
Imagine how nervous you were as you called him out that night after the family dinner. All these years you thought you only see him as a brother figure, having to grew up alongside the two step siblings. But you knew it wasn't the case anymore.
Imagine how nervous you were when you confess to him, how you aren't able to look at him in this eyes upon saying the words of your confession. Your hands were shaking, waiting for his reply. Already accepting the fact that he doesn't feel the same way about you, you don't feel bad at all, after all you just want to get these feelings out of you chest.
Imagine the way your heart skipped a beat when he took a hold of one of your trembling hands, there you watch as he bring it close to his lips, your (eye color) iris meeting his crimson ones as he give the back of your hand a kiss.
"Please do give me the honor of going out with you." He said with a smile on his lips. Making you gasp in surprise. "I'll make sure you won't regret it, Luc." You smiled back at him, showing him that toothy grin of yours that he loves very much.
Imagine being the couple that nobody knows were together, the people of Mondstadt suspecting the two of you were just friends. And as years went by, both you, Diluc and Kaeya were now 18 years old, even Kaeya was even now one of the knights of favonius. Their Dad was very proud of them and of course so were you.
Imagine that one eventful afternoon, as where you riding on a separate carriage, behind your carriage was the son and father duo where Kaeya were still on the city, out for some patrol.
Imagine as you were busy chatting with out of the attendants and knights who happened to accompany you back on your way back at home, as relax and happy you were. The next thing you knew the carriage was overturned, ears ringing as everything was spinning, you felt numb.
Imagine trying to hold on into your consciousness, wondering about what could possibly happened, wondering if your lover and his father were alright. Unable to call out his name as you shaking and numbly hold out your hand and everything went black.
Imagine staring at a piece of letter left by your lover. After being two months in coma, you finally woke up in a very unfamiliar room. Turns out his father died, you almost did too as the knight arrived able to aid you. And Diluc quit the knights of favonius, as stated in the letter.
Imagine the unreasonable, emotionless expression on your face as your head throb in pain, hands still clenching on the letter he have left for you. Also stating about what had happened between him and Kaeya.
Imagine as tears unconsciously roll down your cheeks, heart aching in pain as you were confused. Just a day ago, or a few months ago for everyone other than you. Everything seems right, their dad was still alive, Diluc was still a part of the knights, his relationship was Kaeya was still alright and good and now. And now you don't know where to start, lost.
-- I don't know when I'll be back but always remember this. The times I have with you, I will forever remember cherish it.
I love you. May the wind allows us to meet again, my love.
- Diluc Ragnvindr.
Imagine the night before he left, he was sitting by your bed side, looking at your still unconscious figure, his one hand holding your slightly cold yet warm hand or was that his just body heat? His other hand gently stroking your head. Looking at you like this, there was nothing else to change his mind.
"I'm sorry to leave you like this." He held into your hand tightly before bringing it close to his lips and giving it a peck on the back of your hand. "I love you, I love you so much, my love." He whispered, silently hoping and praying you'll at least wake up. But you didn't.
[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2022°
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mj-iza-writer · 3 months
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Twas the night before Christmas, and all through my home not a creature was stirring. Well at least maybe one.
Whumpee tiptoed past my room, and down the stairs they slank. Having no idea, I to was awake.
Down by the tree, they pulled their blanket tight. They couldn't believe this was the night.
A night they hoped and prayed for for so long, they now got their wish, it was finally here.
Whumpee adjusted the cookies and ensured the hot chocolate was warm, for old St Nick was sure to be near.
"Please keep them safe", Whumpee quietly prayed for Santa. They hoped he wouldn't forget.
Whumpee often felt forgotten those several Christmas nights. Whumper's house wasn't at all jolly and bright. It was to him just another night.
A noise startled Whumpee, they jumped in fright.
Loud foot steps on the roof this very night.
Some dust spilled from the fireplace, Whumpee gulped as heavy boots appeared just in sight.
Soon Whumpee looked up at a person who matched Caretaker's explanation on what Santa looked like.
"Sa-Santa?", Whumpee whispered fearfully.
"Hello Whumpee, how I've missed visiting you", Santa sat down, "I'm sorry I haven't visited you for so many years. Whumper often waited to make sure I didn't come see you. I've never forgotten you, I promise", Santa smiled happily, "I'm so happy you're with Caretaker now."
"Now here is everything I was never able to leave you", Santa poked his nose, and presents appeared, "you must wait until morning so Caretaker can help you."
Whumpee quickly nodded, "yes sir, you really mean it? You never forgot me?"
Santa held open his arms to welcome Whumpee for a hug.
"Never, I forget no one. Even Whumper gets coal", Santa chuckled to himself, with a "ho ho ho."
"Thankyou Santa for everything", Whumpee wiped their eyes.
"And don't worry, Caretaker has gifts as well", Santa winked, "I know you'll worry about him."
With one more hug Santa waved goodbye, "I'll be back next year, Merry Christmas and have a Happy New Year."
As Santa went up the chimney Whumpee fell to the ground and sobbed at the thought of Santa not forgetting them.
**stomp... stomp... swoosh**
Caretaker jumped from his bed to see what was the matter, he had hoped it wasn't Whumpee who made that big clatter.
He glanced out the window in time to see it, a sleigh flew by, pulled by nine reindeer.
Caretaker quickly went down the steps, he found Whumpee sobbing on the floor.
Whumpee turned to see Caretaker there.
"He-he didn....didn't forget me sir."
Caretaker's heart melted for Whumpee, what a sight.
"Merry Christmas Whumpee, he would never forget you."
After putting Whumpee to bed again, cuddling a stuffed toy they had found in the pile of gifts Caretaker went back down stairs to assess the pile.
"This is a lot", Caretaker marveled.
They noticed a note beside Santa's cookies.
"Dear Caretaker, these are all gifts that I wasn't able to deliver to Whumpee these last few years. I hope you are okay with this. There are also gifts for you as well. Thankyou for taking care of them. Santa."
Caretaker read the note over and over, each time more tears flooded their eyes.
"Thankyou Santa, it's an honor", Caretaker smiled, "have a safe flight."
Enjoy your holidays however you celebrate, and if you don't celebrate at all I hope you have a great day. I qlso wish everyone a Happy New Year. You are all amazing, and I'm so happy to be part of this community. -MJ
Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all. @villainsandheroes @the-beasts-have-arrived @sacredwrath @porschethemermaid @monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz @bloodyandfrightened @freefallingup13 @notpeppermint @cyborg0109
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carrlyn-stan · 2 months
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Tables?
Pairing|| N/A, Hades!Daughter!OC, mention of Luke x reader
Summary|| Hidden for the first ten minutes of being in the Lotus Casino, Holly has a nice disscussion with Hermes
Word Count|| 626
Warnings|| None that I can think of.
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Holly has been here for what felt like a while. She knew she shouldn't have even entered the casino. As a god in training, she was supposed to be immune to the effects of the lotus.
"Hey, Holly, welcome!" Holly stopped upon hearing her name. Her frozen head slowly turned to look over at a middle aged looking man. "Come on cos, don't be shy!"
She felt her feet miraculously moving toward the man. She stopped just before the edge of the table. Holly looked up at the man, feeling her eyes start to glaze over.
"Can I say, you've grown since the last time I saw you. You're what? 17 now?" he laughed down at the girl.
"18 in supposedly five days," Holly crossed her arms, she hated being talked down to by the older gods.
"5 days till your pops takes you home? Then what? You'll be a god, but of what?" he asked her.
"Mmm," Holly shrugged, "can't be worse than messenger or god of travellers."
"Well pray you don't get to be the god of tables."
'You're joking."
"God of messengers and travellers, love, how can I be joking?" Hermes asked.
"I-I could be god of tables?" Holly stuttered.
"Well that's about the only unclaimed godly hood," Hermes tapped his finger against the table.
"I didn't think much about that."
"Must be horrible being born thousands of years after the initial myths, not being able to be a proper god."
"Well, maybe I'll be... Goddess of... camps?"
"Is that a question or statement?" Hermes sat up. Holly jumped behind him and to a chair. Hermes quickly looked back toward the teenager.
"A question, maybe? I don't honestly know!" Holly stuffed her face into her hands with an outward groan.
"You are one indecisive teenager."
"Well, I wouldn't be if I could stop having an identity crisis!" Holly snarled.
"You sound like all my kids," Hermes shrugged.
"Yeah, well at least Luke doesn't have to become a god. It seems to me as though he's happier than me."
"What kind of crisis?" Hermes glosses over the mention of his sons name.
"Well the one that's like, oh! You grew up at Camp Half Blood, maybe you should stay and fulfil your destiny here. Then on the other hand, it's like I've known who my dad was all my life, and I've always wanted to live with him, get to know him, but those years are kind of gone."
"I see," Holly could tell by the tone of Hermes voice, he was note paying attention.
"If you play the ace, you'll lose the game," Holly side eyed him.
"You don't know that, nobody could," Hermes laid down the ace.
The next player laid down a card.
"And... i think you've lost," Holly snickered. Hermes stared at the table.
"How could you've known that, you are not the god of foresight!" Hermes snapped around.
"I was trained to play cards, I've won all my games except two. To the same guy as well."
"Must've been one hell of a player."
"Not exactly, he just knows how I play a game. Something about how my eyebrows twitch when I lie, or my foot taps when I'm nervous."
"Maybe you should be the goddess of cards and probability."
"Tyche is the goddess of probability, I'd just be the goddess of cards."
"Who was it who even beat you?" Hermes asked the uncomfortable question.
"You might know him, actually. His name's Luke Castellan."
"Maybe the goddess of cards, camps, and weird decisions is a better title for you."
"He's you're son, and quite a good one at that," Holly smiled, she just realised how much she had missed the boy.
"Well you do you, come, we'll deal you in."
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k-s-morgan · 2 months
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Hello Katrin. How are you? I’m so sorry that is happening to you:( I believe that you will be able to cope and that you will get better in time. I hope everything gets better in your country. It’s hard to read such news, and I can support you despite the distance. Hello from Kazakhstan!
Another ask: Please let us know if you are okay, it's been a while since you posted!!
Another ask: How are you today Morgan?
Another ask: Katrin, how are you doing now? You haven’t posted anything for a week, and I’m becoming more and more worried about you!! 😭Please stay safe ok??😭😭
Another ask: Hi Morgan , how are you ? I hope you are doing well, i pray for you guys. Stay safe 💞
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Hey! Thank you so much for all your caring words and messages <3 (Also, it's such a delight to know that some of my readers are from Kazakhstan! My Mom spent many years there).
I'm fine, just very busy with work. Several attacks happened, but they didn't hurt my city and I was mostly able to recover mentally from the latest horrors a bit.
I got a new pigeon who I intended to cure and let go, but because of his disease, a part of his beak fell off and now he's unable to feed himself. At all. I'm shocked because I have way too many pets now. There is the option of putting him to sleep, but I can't do it, not as long as he's otherwise healthy. So I guess I'll be trying to integrate him with my other birds.
My schedule has gotten more normal now and I can finally focused on my writing again, so hopefully, the next updates will happen soon!
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thefrontofmymind · 1 year
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Lonely This Christmas (matty healy x reader)
a/n: happy holidays yall!! hope you enjoy this, i'm working on a couple requests at the moment and hopefully i'll have something else up before the new year! any feedback is greatly appreciated, kisses!!
SYNOPSIS: Reader is spending Christmas alone, so is their next door neighbour who apparently doesn't know the volume of his speaker system
WARNINGS: brief hints of smut, and like making out, also alcohol consumption
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When you were younger, you couldn’t fathom spending Christmas sad; it was a day of joy and family and festivities–and yet here you were on Christmas Eve, alone in a city without your family, recently broken up with, and no friends (they all sided with your ex in the breakup, you tried to think positive, think ‘if they were going to do that, I probably didn’t want to be friends with them anyway’, but you couldn’t deny you weren’t loving the lonesome feeling), with no way to go see the ones you loved.
You tried to make the best of it, you’d made yourself a small dinner, and was practically sunken into your sofa for the entire day, going between all the holiday films you enjoyed so much in previous years, but now they just reminded you of your desolation.
It was starting to get dark–you turned on your fairy lights that were spun around the tree in the corner of your living room, and lit a gingerbread-scented candle. You could feel the despair bubble further and further up into your chest and weave its way into your mind. You knew tears were bound to fall soon enough, so in a fight you were sure to lose, you folded yourself into your duvet on your bed, hoping–praying–you’d get to sleep before they did.
Of course, it was still far too early to go to sleep, so you laid there, not moving among the silence of your apartment. You wondered if anyone was even in the building apart from you–you had seen a solid amount of your neighbours begin to pack up and shuffle out to their families or holiday destinations starting on about the 10th of the month, you tried not to let it concern you, knowing you wouldn’t be able to make it home for the big day though, obviously, it had affected you, a lot.
You felt hopeless, there was nothing you could do, apart from lay there and wallow in sadness–your whole timeline was of your friends enjoying their evening, and you knew you wouldn’t cope seeing that.
Soon enough, tears began to fall, and you silently cried to yourself for what seemed like hours. Every time you’d begin to calm yourself, another sob would erupt from your chest and you’d start back at square one, completely outside of your control.
You weren’t sure when it happened, but eventually exhaustion took over and you fell into a state of uneasy sleep, until you were awoken by a thumping, droning noise through your wall. You were sure it was well past midnight–the December chill had gotten into your sheets–and it kind of irked you that your next door neighbour was inconsiderate enough to blast music in the middle of the night on Christmas Eve.
In hindsight, you figured it was the lethargy that made you get up out of your bed–duvet wrapped around your shoulders–march to your neighbour’s door, and pound the living shit out of it until you got an answer.
You were greeted with the guy that you’d seen coming and going pretty frequently in the couple months you’d been living in the apartment building, though you didn’t know he lived next to you. He was dressed still in his coat–though you could see his shoes had been kicked off probably right as he got in the door–and he was holding a half-empty bottle of red wine in his hand and a delirious, hazy look in his eyes, and he was indeed blasting some slow jazz ballad throughout his apartment.
“Can I help you?” he said after opening the door and taking a good look at you, no doubt the duvet and angry look on your face weren’t what he was expecting.
“Yeah-hi-sorry, can you just turn the music down? I’m next door and I can’t really sleep with the racket.” You didn’t want to be rude, he seemed to be having just as hard of a time as you.
“Oh, sorry, I-uh didn’t realise there was anyone around, sorry,” he slurred.
“Likewise.”
You didn’t walk away, and he didn’t close the door in your face; instead you both just eyed each other in a moment of silence, trying to get a read on each other. There seemed to be a mutual understanding–of solitude, of loneliness. It tugged on your heart strings a little when he opened the door with such a look of shock, surprise and confusion, and you couldn’t quite let it go.
“Look, would you wanna join me for a glass?” He motioned to the bottle in his hand. “In the name of festivity?”
You couldn’t say no, so with a hesitant agreement, you stepped through the door and followed the man–who quickly introduced himself as Matty in passing–to the kitchen. His flat had the same layout as yours, but he’d decorated it far differently. There wasn’t a Christmas decoration in sight, and you noticed a turntable and a shelf full of vinyl records in his living room.
“So what’s the story? Why aren’t you with anyone?” He handed you a glass, while he kept on for himself, and leaned on the kitchen counter between the two of you. “If you don’t mind me askin’”
You figured he was likely half-torn by this time of night, so you really didn’t mind. “Couldn’t afford the ticket home this year, so I’m kind of just stuck here.”
He nodded, not knowing quite how to answer.
“And you? Surely you have people you could be with?”
Matty shook his head and sighed before answering. “You don’t know me, so you don’t know that I can be a bit of a prick from time to time, and I said some stuff that pissed of my family and got be uninvited to Christmas dinner, and all my mates are either away or with their own families and kids and shit, so I kind of have no one this year.” 
Now it was your turn to have no answer.
“At least we have each other, right?” Matty continued with a smile–how ever self-deprecating it seemed. You returned the smile and took his guidance to go to his living room.
You sat on his sofa–leather, and so soft you almost sunk to the floor when you sat down–while he put his wine glass next to your’s and shuffled to his turntable and sound system, turning down the volume and flipping the record that had finished one side.
“A big music fan?” you asked, noting the collection, as well as the plethora of instruments that sat around the room.
“Oh yeah,” he replied, taking off his leather coat and tossing it over the back of the sofa before taking a seat next to you–still with your duvet. “Music is like my lifeblood, it’s the only thing that really keeps me going these days.”
“That’s good,” you commented.
“Yeah, but it can make or break a bad night, you know? Like I’ve been recording this song, and it’s-it is exactly what I seem to be going through right now, and I didn’t write it to be honest or sincere, but somehow it’s turned into that, and it scares me, honestly…” he rambled–though you didn’t mind, it was kind of fascinating to watch him think about it and go through it in his head. “I’m sorry–I know that that’s made it all about me…I’m sorry…”
“No! No, its good to get these thoughts out…” You didn’t really know how to explain your attraction to him, not explicitly in a sexual way–though you couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t the least bit attractive–but more in the way that he just had a magnetic energy about him. He was like a car crash that you couldn’t help but watch.
“Look, can I just play you the song so you see what I mean?” You nodded quickly and he pulled his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans and tapped away for a second. “Now this is just a rough demo, my mate, George, hasn’t done all his producing magic on it yet so you’ll have to just deal with my shitty editing skills.”
It felt good to laugh a little, even with a complete stranger. Matty pressed play and your ears were filled with the sounds of a slow piano riff, followed by vocals.
“I get out my records
When you go away
When people are talking
I miss what they say
'Cause it all means nothing, my dear
If I can't be holdin' you near
So tell me you love me
'Cause that's all that I need to hear
I sit in my kitchen
With nothing to eat
With so many friends I
I don't wanna meet
'Cause I don't need music in my ears
I don't need the crowds and the cheers
Oh, just tell me you love me
'Cause that's all that I need to hear
I've been told so many times before
But hearin' it from you means much more
So much more
Reply to my message
And pick up my calls
You see, I wrote you a letter
It was no use at all
Oh, I don't care if you're insincere
Just tell me what I wanna hear
You know where to find me
The place where we lived all these years, oh
And tell me you love me
That's all that I need to hear
Oh, tell me you love me
That's all that I need to hear”
Matty locked his phone and put it back in his pocket, looking at you with softened eyes–silently asking for your approval. Though you couldn’t think of anything to say–every time you thought of something, the tears that made a film over your eyes got closer and closer to filling. You’d never been moved by music like that before. Matty just sat, watching you stutter, while biting his nails.
“That was…” you eventually started. “That was just…wow.”
“Wow-good? Or wow-don’t-be-stupid-and-think-that’s-decent-enough-to-release?” He asked with a nervous smile.
You returned the smile, though a lot more sanguine. “Wow-good. For sure!” You laughed, almost in disbelief. “Wow-so-good, oh my god, Matty!”
He became giddy right along with you, pulling you in for a hug that you returned, placing your arms around his shoulders, which in turn, enveloped him in your duvet with you. Neither of you moved back to your original positions straight away, just sitting together on the sofa, surrounded by the warmth of your duvet.
“When you said you were going to play me a song, I expected some crap Garage Band song, but that-” You paused. “Was a masterpiece.”
“Don’t flatter me too much, my ego can’t take much more,” Matty joked. You noticed his hold of your waist grew every so slightly tighter as he rested his head on your shoulder, though you didn’t want to comment on it in fear he’d retract; it was warm, and comfortable–not the hold of someone you’d never even spoken to half an hour ago, it was purely perplexing to every facet of your social thought process.
You weren’t sure where the time went, but soon enough the two of you had burnt through the bottle of wine and began working on another one. You just couldn’t keep away from each other, there was something cosmic that was drawing you to one another and who were you to deny that? You spoke of everything you’d experienced, as did Matty, and any thought that came to your mind. 
With your arms around each other and faces inches away from contact, it felt homely, and secure, and in all honesty, the most natural thing you’ve done in the recent months of discomfort, loneliness and anxiety. You didn’t fail to notice each time Matty’s eyes would flicker to your lips as you spoke, and you were sure he didn’t miss when you’d do the same to him.
Maybe you were lonely, maybe you were a bit too drunk, but somehow you had enough built up courage to do what your mind had been subconsciously begging you to do pretty much since you walked in the door. You simply blew caution to the wind and closed the gap between the two of you.
Matty quickly leaned into the kiss and placed his hands firmly on your waist, though within a matter of minutes, they began to wander.
You were almost caught off guard by how good he tasted, the sweetness of the red wine you’d both been drinking hit your tongue, and there was a hint of smoke, though only faint, that made the notion that much more perplexing to you.
You lightly bit on his bottom lip, causing him to let out a small moan into your mouth–it made you smirk in the kiss, you were already learning so much about him.
It was Matty that pulled away first to get a proper breath in, though still with his hands on you. There was a look in his eye–a look that you could only describe as impassioned–and you were sure he could see the same glint in your’s. You’d never quite had a kiss like that before, so full of passion and urgency, yet totally spontaneous.
While you both panted a little, you grabbed his hand that was currently still squeezing the flesh on your right hip, and held it closer to your face. You examined his hand, not for any particular reason, simply out of curiosity.
“You have nice hands,” you said, earning an assiduous laugh from Matty.
“Thank you, darling.” He took control back of his hand and gently placed it on your cheek. “Want me to show you what they can do?”
He didn’t wait for your answer after he saw the way to smirked at him, once again ridding the air in between you. The kiss quickly deepened, as Matty moved slightly so you could straddle him, as his hands moved from your face to the backs of your thighs. You were beginning to get restless and frustrated. You pulled away to look at him again before placing a line of chaste kisses down the column of his neck.
Clothes were quickly shed and before you knew it, you were on Matty’s bed, cuddled into his side, basking in a sweaty, out of breath glow. You took his hand again, which made him chuckle, breaking the comfortable silence between you. He turned his head to look at his bedside table, you weren’t sure why until he spoke.
“Hey, look, it’s past midnight.” You twisted a little to see the small clock sitting on the side, showing a time just before 1 AM. “Merry Christmas, love.”
“Merry Christmas,” you said back with a smile.
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gaasuba · 4 months
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Cramps
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"You ok, man?"
Hobie quickly fixed his posture, Miles' voice snapping him back to reality. He didn't remember bracing himself against the wall, or closing his eyes. And of course he was monochrome.
"Yeah, mate. Just regretting skipping breakfast is all," he hoped the lie was convincing enough. He shot web to follow Pav and Gwen before Miles had time to doubt him. He was also thankful how each jerk of the web cycled his colors. Tho he was worried and irritated by his obvious lack of reds.
"Hey! Is Hobie okay?" Pav asked past him.
"I don't know," Miles answers from behind.
"I'm right fuckin here!" Hobie snapped, "I'm brilliant! Thanks for bloody asking! Absolutely chuffed to bits!"
Silence.
Hobie prayed to the gods he may or may not believe in that the silence was them allowing it.
"Dude. If skipping breakfast does this to you, we're gonna have to make some sort of rule or maybe all start carrying-" Hobie cut off Miles' wasted planning.
"I didn't skip breakfast. Just that not everything's your business, innit?"
"Well, it is our business if it's gonna be a problem when we run into trouble."
Hobie was going to groan at Gwen joining them against him but Pav replies.
"No, no! Gwen!" he drops his voice, "I really do think we should drop it."
Hobie's chest felt cold at how horribly unsubtle Pav was being. How did he even figure it out??
"Wha- Okay! Time out!" Gwen swung to the next roof and yanked Hobie to her. The web snatching him in a new direction caused his insides to jerk uncomfortably. It took a lot of concentration to land gracefully. He wasn't able to stop the strained grunt that escaped him, but he was proud of himself for not hugging his own stomach.
He stood up with a heavy exhale and met Gwen's gaze, expecting to match her frown with his own, but her eyes were wide.
Shit...
"Gwen! I really think-" she cut off his arrival.
"Yeah, Pav! You were right! My bad!"
They were both so bad at this. Pav he understood, but he expected better from Gwendy!
"What!?" Miles was, thankfully, still thick. "What is happening? Are you guys speaking telepathically or some shit? What just happened??"
Hobie's hips were starting to ache from standing so he sat cross legged. He started fingering his guitar silently in an attempt to ignore his friends talk like he wasn't even there.
"Really Miles, it's nothing," Gwendy's attempt at a save was pathetic, "You and Pav should go ahead and I'll help Hobie sort things out."
"Sort what out!?"
"No, Gwen. I really think I should stay. I have more experience with this than you."
Hobie didn't realize he wasn't practicing his guitar any more.
"What!? How!?" Gwen.
"Gayatri has asked for my help every month for the past year and a half!"
"TMI, dude!" Miles.
Hobie didn't realize he was hugging his guitar to his stomach as if he could will it to become a heating pad.
But he did notice the silence.
He didn't look up. He didn't want to see the three wide pairs of stupid white eyes staring into him.
He scraped the strings of his guitar to make it scream like he wished he could. It was better than the silence.
He heard his friends sit besides and in front of him. He didn't lift his head but noted the crumpled masks in their laps when he opened his eyes.
"You're all horrible" he said.
"Yeah..." they all said together.
"You want us to get you something, bud?"
Hobie couldn't help but scoff at Miles' new term of endearment.
"Nah. But I'd like to return this pity party. It's not what I ordered."
"Alright then," Miles bounced from sitting to standing so fast, just seeing it in his peripheral made Hobie want to groan in pain, "Let's go, Spiderman! What are you sitting around for??"
"Miles!" Gwen and Pav snapped
"What? He said no pity party. Should I uncancel his order? Because I can be back on for snacks and hot baths instead."
Hobie wanted to tell him to go fuck himself. Instead, he groaned only partially in frustration. A bath sounded so good. He didn't even have a tub back home.
"Alright, you git. You win. Bring on the pity party."
The others immediately switched gears.
"We should go to my place," Gwen said as she stole his guitar, strapping it over her own shoulder. " My dad will be cool and my room's big enough for all of us."
Pav offered him a hand up as she opened her portal, "Do you want a piggy back?"
Hobie accepted the hand up but laughed imagining his limbs splayed around his tiny friends. "Nah, mate. Maybe sometime when it hurts less."
As he followed them through the portal, he couldn't help grinning, feeling lucky to have them around. He wasn't surprised to see himself pink.
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harrystylesfan2686 · 3 months
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After All
Pairing: Harry x Reader
Summary: Reader and Harry were best friends but something happens between them which causes them to break up. What will it be like when they finally meet again after a while.
A/N: hope ya'll like this!❤️
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Who knew a kiss could change everything you felt about a person.
"I want you." I gasped. "Why do I want you?!"
I looked up at him as if he knew that answer.
His green blown out eyes and heavy breathing told me that he wanted me just as much.
"I have a husband. I'm married. I shouldn't want anyone else. I shouldn't love anyone else!"
He had wishper those three words to me in the privacy of just us being here together. I wanted to say it back so badly. I wanted to love him too just as he loved me but I can't.
I had rushed out of his house that night, tears running uncontrollably down my face with a heart break I had never felt before and cut him off from my life.
I had pushed my feeling deep inside my heart, praying to God they go away and I forgot him.
They didn't go away. I never forgot him.
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I watch the watch sparking blue in the sunlight, admiring the beauty and trying to distract myself from my love sitting next to me oh so closely. One shift to the left and we'd be touching.
We were at my parents anniversary celebration at the beach house. I had avoided him the last 2 years but there was no escape now. We had been best friends, attached to hip, ever since high school. Well, until that night.
''So, you're divorced?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Yep." I inhaled deeply preparing myself to give the explanation I've already gave a hundred times to different people.
''Can I ask what happened?" I smiled. He always makes sure to do something only if I'm comfortable.
''Turns out, he was cheating on me for the last 3 years" I gave him a tight-lipped smile, watching as his eyes darkened. ''Don't worry about it." I shrug. ''It just proves that we both didn't love each other. Honestly I feel like it's a good thing I found out because now I'll be able to love whoever I wanted. I just wish I'd found out sooner.'' His gaze shifted, sensing the undertone of my sentence.I sighed shifting my eyes back to the sea in front of us.
"Do you regret it?" He spoke so softly as if him asking this would trigger me somehow. I don't why he would think that. Theres nothing he could do to hurt me in any way.
I thought carefully before answering. "To be honest, the only thing I regret is no finding out sooner. If I'd known that we were stuck in a loveless marriage from both ends, I would've ended us way earlier without having the guilt of loving anyone else but my husband. I would've savored my moments with the one who I truly loved and never let him go." I looked back at those beautiful ocean eyes. "Maybe I wouldn't have pushed him away and loved him as he deserved to be loved with or without being married." He laced my hand to his and moved his thumb in comforting circles.
"I think your wrong." He whispered carefully. My face frowned as I listened to him. "I think if you hadn't pushed me away those years ago and acted as we wanted, you would've been driven by the quilt of that. Guilt of acting on you're emotions, guilt of cheating, guilt of betraying the scared bond of your marriage even if the marriage was tainted from the beginning." He hooked a fallen hair stand behind my ear. "And when you found out your husband was cheating to, sure you'd be a bit relieved that it wasn't just you that didn't want the marriage but you'd still be scolding yourself that you still cheated, doesn't matter if in a wanted or unwanted marriage."
I found myself shamelessly admiring the man in front of me with a smile on my face. His way with words is mesmerizing. And he's right I figured, I truly would've hated myself if I was to give in the urge I felt that day.
''What?'' He asked me, confused as to why I'm starting at him with a smile.
''How do you know me better than I know myself?'' I asked amused with he's speech.
He chuckled. A beautiful sound. The kind that I wanted to record and listen on loop for the rest of my life.
"Because I know you. I love you." He spoke the three words as if they were the most known thing he'd ever said.
My smile dropped. "Really? After all this time?" My words laced with uncertainty.
"Of course I do. I always have, and I always will." He cupped my cheek. "I told you, my love. You're it for me."
I push my lips to his and promise myself to love and cherish this wonderful man untill my last breath.
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gutsybitsies · 1 year
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timeflash au? twenty years later au?
idk what to really label this as but
jason feeling caligula's spear pierce through him and blood pooling around him, and life dripping out of him and he's ready to give up and accept his fate. but then suddenly all the pain stops and he wakes up in a warm bed with a pair of tiny feet up against his face.
its a small blonde girl who's snoring. he hears the sound of dishes clanking and being scrubbed outside the room, and eventually as the fog clears from his mind, a much much older nico comes into the room with wet hands and picks up the girl to cradle in his arms, give a stunned jason a quick kiss on the cheeks, and leave the room to "get bianca ready for breakfast"
breakfast is mcdonald's breakfast sandwiches, ("don't look at me like that jason, it's bianca's special day so she gets to decide" "yeah daddy! i want mcdonalds!"), and jason learns that bianca is turning 3 and enunciating terrifyingly well for a 3 year old.
he's tasked with party preparations and driving bianca's friends who live far away to her birthday sleepover. jason doesn't know how to drive, he died before he took any driving test. jason does his best to go through the motions throughout the day, and everything is terrifying and strange and so so so comforting.
he wakes up the next day and he's still there. bianca is sleeping in a cot next to him and nico's bed, and nico was one snoring this time. jason can't stop staring at him because nico's sudden change from "cute" to "handsome" is confusing him too much. nico is soft and gentle and his intensity has only increased in the coming years, but in a good way. in his teen years he radiated danger and death, but the years mellowed him out and instead he just radiated authority.
nevertheless jason quickly learns that nico is "nice daddy," and so he has to play "rules daddy." if they have greens that bianca doesn't want to finish, if jason isn't there to stop them nico would be tossing it all out in the garbage. if bianca doesnt want to clean up her toys, jason has to stop nico from picking them up for her. everytime bianca so much as sniffles, nico is there with a worried look and a thermometer in hand.
he also learns that technically, bianca is his half sister whose biological mother died in a drunk driving incident (and wow, theres a lot to unpack there), but jupiter saved her and dropped her off in front of jason and nico's doorsteps.
jason learns so much and he's almost getting used to this life when he wakes up again gasping for breath on the floor of the ship, with Caligula's spear pulling out of his body and his blood flowing freely.
he needs to live. he can't just accept his fate like a good roman soldier. who was going to argue with the PTA parents at Bianca's school? who was going to make sure that nico isn't feeding their daughter a diet of dinosaur nuggets and campbell soup?
jason pulls on his power and feels the electricity in his nervous system and body keeping him alive for a precious few seconds as caligula laughs and triumphantly tosses his "body" into the water. the salt continues to shock his system and jason's able cram a full bar of ambrosia into his mouth. it tasted like nico's shitty lasagna. he closes his eyes and hopes, and prays that it works, and the ambrosia is able to stop the bleeding from the major veins and arteries.
he's able to propel his way away from caligula's fleet of ships and collapse onto tempest, finally closing his eyes when he feels he's safe. he thinks he sees the mirage of a smiling nico holding a squirming bianca, the two of them waving at him. i'm coming, jason thinks, as lester quickly performs further first aid on him and stabilizes his condition, i'll be right there with you guys.
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k-nayee · 26 days
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Wife to the Winds Epic: The Musical | i
wc: 1.7k a/n: currently obsessed with anything Ancient Greek right now - ESPECIALLY Epic lol. it technically picks up after the song, but if ya wanna here's the animation to it!
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You felt nauseas, sick with fear as you cautiously made your way through the stone corridors.
Distant clash of swords and muffled shouts of Greek soldiers rummaging the palace heightened your urgency. 
With every turn, the looming threat grows: facing an enemy and their weapon stained with the blood of those you've grown to know.
"Lord Apollo...Please...let me be there in time..."you prayed silently, the image of Astyanax's sleeping face urging you forward.
Thoughts racing almost as fast as your feet, you nearly miss a group of men around the corner.
"Imagine the glory we'll have after this!"
Too caught up in conversation, they miss the sight of you slipping into a dark alcove.
"Praise? Forget that! I'm claiming the prettiest whore out of the bunch. You seen all we captured? Deserve some softness after all this."
Hidden in the shadows you're able to take in the blood splatters and dirt on their passing frames.
"You got that right! One thing I'll admit about Troy, they have some nice women..."
You shiver at their crude remarks and wait until their laughter fades into the distance before moving once more.
After a few more dodges and turns, you find the narrow passage and squeeze through.
There, you travel the secret route you'd discovered months ago having spent years exploring every hidden nook and cranny.
The weight of the glass feeding bottle in your hand is a constant reminder of the innocence you're desperate to protect, even as the world around you crumbled. 'I'm on my way Astyanax...'
Inside the walls with only the sound of your heartbeat and the distant chaos; a haunting, pain-filled voice echoes through the air as you near the babe's chamber.
"...I'm just...a man..."
Compelled by the unexpected softness, you peek through a sliver of space at the ornately disguised door (its decorations masterfully concealing its true nature).
There, at the balcony, you're met with the view of Odysseus. And in his hands he drops—
Your heart stops.
No, it shatters.
The baby prince, your charge, your little Astyanax, is...
A heart-wrenching gasp escape your lips, the forgotten milk bottle slipping from your hands to shatter against the stone floor.
Odysseus's head snaps around.
The warrior within him awakened instantly, his eyes narrowing and scanning the shadows.
"Who's there?" he demands, voice sharp and commanding as it sliced through the quiet.
Hand already on the hilt of his dagger, he draws it with a sound that promised death and begins the search.
His feet echoes on the stone floor, each step feeling like a countdown to your end.
The air around you thickens with tension, you struggle to breath against the fear that threatens to overwhelm you.
In hopes of blending in the shadows you press your back harder against the cool wall.
'Be still...Be silent,' you chant even as your heart frantically beat against your ribcage.
Not even daring to breathe too loudly: your inhales and exhales are measured and deliberate despite the panic clawing at your throat.
Memories of Lady Andromache's warnings swirled through your mind—of men turned monsters in the heat of battle, their souls stained with the bloodlust of war.
"The taste of blood...changes a man." Dark brown eyes, somber and knowing, stare into your own. "Leaves him with a hunger for violence that's never fully sated..."
Her words, a distant and cautionary tale you never understood, now rang with terrifying clarity.
With Odysseus so close, the fear becomes so palpable it wraps around you.
Your eyes clamp shut when his footsteps nears, a feeble attempt to shield yourself from the impending horror.
Tears cascade silently down your cheeks in hot paths. There, you mourn not just for the young prince but for yourself and what may come of you.
Suddenly, the footsteps began to fade, leaving a silence so profound it feels like a scream in the void.
Minutes pass, each second an eternity spent in the clutches of fear. Then, there's a sound: the door closing—it cuts sharply through the stillness.
He left...
Relief washes over you, albeit tinged with the sorrow and shock of witnessing your charge's murder.
You wait. Counting each breath, allowing the minutes to stretch until it feels an eternity has passed.
No sound follows, no sign of his presence remains.
Emboldened by the silence and finally convinced, you allow yourself to move.
With cautious steps you emerge from your hiding spot and move toward the center of the room.
The need to escape, to distance yourself from this nightmare of death and close calls pushes you forward.
It's a relief short-lived.
Realizing the silence was a trick, it's already too late: arms encircle you.
The cold kiss of his dagger at your throat shatters any illusion of safety.
His body is pressed against your back, a wall of muscle and tension. You're acutely aware of him—the heat of his breath, the controlled movements, the slight shift as he adjusts his grip on the knife.
Your breath hitches from the terror and despair mingling in your throat, choking you.
"Not a sound," Odysseus whispers, his voice a lethal calm that contrasts the violent actions. "Now tell me: who are you?"
For a moment, neither of you moved.
Your life...choices...everything you had or could have depended on the mercy of the man who had just taken a child from the world.
Fear wars with desperation in your heart. 'Please...let this not be my end. I have so much left to live for...'
"P—please..." you stammer, the words barely escaping your lips. "I won't tell anyone, I swear it. Just let me go..."
"I said," he ignores your pleads, choosing to press the dagger closer for emphasis, "who are you?"
In a flash of desperation and unexpected courage, you act.
With a swift, practiced move born from hours of watching the palace guards train, you suddenly shift your weight.
Pivoting on your heel you wrench his arm away from your throat and use the momentum to twist his wrist; forcing him to drop and send the dagger clattering to the ground.
You jump back, chest heaving with exertion and the shock of your own audacity. You lock eyes with Odysseus who stares at you in stunned silence.
For a moment, he is visibly taken aback; eyes widening not just at the loss of his weapon but at the sight of you.
"By the Gods..." he murmurs, the edge of his battle-hardened demeanor softening as he truly sees you for the first time.
The fire of the torches cast a soft glow on your brown skin, making the stone of the palace around you seem even more dull.
Your hair is nothing he had seen before. There amidst the curls that frame your face, lays a bold streak of white that runs into the mass of hair.
However, it's your eyes that truly captivate him—they glimmer, a striking violet filled with an intensity of deep grief yet unwavering determination.
For a fleeting moment, the fierceness in his eyes dims as a cascade of thoughts sweep through.
Odysseus, a man who faced gods and monsters...
...a man who has navigated the treacherous whims of fate...
...finds himself lost in the mere mortal beauty before him.
In another life, he might have allowed himself to be drawn in; to explore your being and the depths of those violet eyes. 
The fantasy flickers through his mind of what could have been, momentary indulgence if you will.
Yet, as quickly as it arrived, it is quelled by his love and loyalty for Penelope. The memory of her steadfastness and unwavering faith in his return casts a shadow over any fleeting desire he might feel.
Taking advantage of his internal conflict, you find your voice and interject. "W-wait! I mean no harm nor am I an enemy! I was just trying to survive."
Curiosity piqued, Odysseus gestures for you to continue.
"I come from land that's oceans away, taken against my will. Here, I became a servant for Lady Andromache out of exotic curiosity," Your voice steadies as you speak, gaining strength from the truth of your words. "But then my purpose evolved and I became the caretaker for the prince—a child now dead, through no fault of my own."
The Greek king could only narrow his eyes at you in assessment, voice regaining some of its earlier edge. "And why should I spare you? You are, after all, of Troy."
"Not by choice!" you counter quickly, the words tumbling out, "I am no citizen of Troy, bound by loyalty nor blood. My life here was never of my choosing. My only wish is to live a life beyond wars, serving as a pawn in the games of Gods and Kings."
A smile wry of acknowledgment touches Odysseus' lips.
"You're clever," he admits as the tension in the room shifts, becoming less hostile.
"But why should I trust you?" he probes further, bending down to retrieve his dagger yet making no move to use it. "You, who managed to disarm me?"
Your gaze held a weariness it almost felt bone-deep,, "I have nothing left. The same ambush that brought me here as a servant...massacred my family. The only wish I have now is to live a life of medicine, as my mother was and hers before her. My hands are meant for healing, not for war. Let me serve in your kingdom, and I promise, my loyalty will be yours."
Silence hangs between you two, thick with possibilities.
Then, slowly, a smile begins to form on Odysseus's lips; the first genuine smile he's probably shown in years.
"A barter, then. You propose your freedom for my journey home?"
"Yes!" your voice is firmer now, pushed by his response. "I have skills, knowledge that can aid you. Take me with you, and I swear to devote myself in ensuring your safe return to Ithaca without further misfortune."
Odysseus studies you for a long moment, weighing your words and the sincerity in your eyes. "You truly believe you can ensure my safe passage home? After everything?"
You keeping eye contact with him, the intensity of your gaze unwavering. "With all my heart..."
The quiet that follows is heavy with contemplation, with the unspoken thoughts that flicker behind his eyes.
Finally, he nods, a decision made.
"Very well. But know this," he adds, his tone leaving no room for doubt, "any betrayal, and it will be the last thing you do."
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negrowhat · 1 year
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2022 BL ROUNDUP PART 5
Hey y'all, I've seen everyone doing their top 22, 20, 15, 10, and 5 BLs of the year and I didn't want to do a ranking! I just want to do a quick rundown of everything I watched and how I feel about it now! This is gonna be multiple posts! But I'll post them all at the same time.
LAST PART
Thai BLs I watched in 2022 that I loved
KinnPorsche the Series. Saved my summer! It was the most exciting series I've watched all year. Toxic ships never sailed so well and so far. I loved the action, the drama, the lies, the deceit, the mystery, and the raunchiness. 10/10. BUT I DON'T WANT S2 IF THEY'RE GOING TO CONTINUE WORKING WITH THE WRITERS OF THE NOVEL! THAT AMAZING CAST DESERVES THE WORLD!
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Love in the Air. PAYURAIN FTW. PRAPAISKY FTW! I'm still thinking about my boys to this day. I loved our little weather boys. I loved both couples a lot, PayuRain a bit more. I love how different both storylines were and how they tied together. The chemistry between both pairs was *chef's kiss* we were given such an amazing cast. I hope to get more FortPeat and BossNoeul in 2022.
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Secret Crush on You. A mess of a series and yet so well written. I think next to Not Me and the Eclipse, it was the most socially relevant series I've watched this year. They focused on a lot of real life issues that not only queer people deal with but also young people. The amount of green flag characters in this one series was astounding. If you can get past how over the top Toh was in ep 1 then the rest of the series is a treat.
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Triage. Oh my gawd. What an exciting series. It's the BL version of the Butterfly Effect. I didn't think they would be able to properly showcase Tin and Tol falling in love because of the small amount of time covered in the actual time loops but gotdamn they did that. It was such a great watch, had me on the edge of my seat til the very end. Also I was not expecting a TaeTee series after OG 2moons played us.
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My Ride. It was just a wholesome series. Both mains were just literally great people and green flags all around. It was a sweet strangers to friends to lovers series. The slow burn was good. Hated that Tawan had to deal with a cheating boyfriend but Mork was there for him. Loved Mork's uncles, they gave the BEST advice and Mork's moped friends were hilarious. Wish the one guy had a storyline with the Trans woman instead of the actual side couple we got. ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT MORK DECIDING TO GO GET HIS DEGREE TO OPEN HIS OWN GARAGE AT THE END OF THE SERIES?????
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Ghost Host Ghost House. Wasn't expecting to love it so much. Loved the ghost storylines. That family had me CRYING! ESPCIALLY SEE NAM! I WANTED HER TO BE HAPPY WITH PRIM! PRIM LOST SO MUCH! Kevin and Pleum were perfection. Their chemistry was insane and it was clear they vibed the second they met. My friend and I had a discussion about why we think they waited 3 years to reunite and was it necessary. I honestly think they both needed that time to grow, they were both just out of highschool and dealing with death and trying to figure out life. They needed to grow up and let's be real their glow-ups were amazing.
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Big Dragon. Was never expecting to enjoy it as much as I did. Yai did annoy me a bit because he was a brat, but he was so cute. I loved Mangkorn a lot. I loved that all of Yai's plans backfired and how his biggest enemy turned into the love of his life. Mangkorn on the other hand was just waiting for the right moment to prove himself to be the best choice for Yai because he was in love with him from the beginning. I'M PRAYING S2 IS NOT ABOUT CHEATING AND JEALOUSY!
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Honorable Mentions because they're still ongoing:
Between Us. WINTEAM FTW. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AND HAVE BEEN WAITING 3 YRS FOR THEM. THE SERIES HAS BEEN DELIVERING FOR ME AND I AM SO THANKFUL FOR IT. 10/10.
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Gap the Series. Not a BL but a GL. Sam and Mon are clearly vibing but Mon thinks she's still idolizing Sam and can't tell she's falling in love. Sam has an overbearing granny and an appointed male finace who she can't stand because he's male. I'm hoping TeeYuki is still a thing because I want them too.
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Seven Sentence Sunday - 11/02/2024
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hello. oh ho ho. have i been having A Time™️ at grad school recently. I'm going to a much more 'prestigious' uni for my postgrad compared to my undergrad and man. I am dumb compared to these 23 year old ex private school kids!!!! they're v nice but they make memes about Descartes and Foucault and I'm just sat there like. Hurrburrrrburrr my Masters dissertation is on Star Trek and i dont know how to spell resterrautnt
Anyways enough of my crying. I was tagged by the ever wonderful grace @eusuntgratie! I can't count so here's a handful of sentences!
Sneak of the next chapter of my main WIP
No.1 (Royal Red and Blue) Oil on Canvas.
"Will you do anything I say?" Henry asks, idly tracing a finger over Alex's throat. No, Alex should say, no you are completely unhinged. "Of course, anything," is what he blurts out huskily, his throat quivering under Henry's touch as he swallows, his mouth suddenly dry. Henry's eyes snap up to his and he smiles like Alex has a agreed to give him a hundred million dollars and a blow job. Alex doesn't have a hundred million dollars, but he'd fucking love to suck that cock. Henry leans close, lips brushing Alex's earlobe, and whispers, "then mind your fucking business, or I'll put you over my knee."
i hope and pray to god that i am not going to sit and cry all week again and so i'll be able to update 'invitation to' and some other stuff.
no pressure tags for the writing moots, and anyone else who wants to get involved @anincompletelist @bigassbowlingballhead @sunnysideprince @nocoastposts
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