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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 19 days

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Epel, Cater: With Open Arms

ashldbasiyaod Sorry for getting your birthday fic out late, Epel 💦

I couldn't find anything in the vignettes to hone in on as the major topic for his convo with Cater... so I made up my own little tale based on the painting in Epel's Groovy illustration and used that as a jumping off point. Hopefully you still enjoy!

A Tale as Old as Time.

Red was not Epel's color.

It was too bright, too bold—and yet he felt his eye drawn to it. The color, a magnet with a pull too strong to resist.

There.

A fair maiden, her eyes shut, cupped the fruit in both hands. Dainty fingers hugged the apple--round, ripe, and skin the color of a ruby. It was unblemished and free of bites, trapped in the scene to be savored by the gazes of passerbys.

"Hehe. This one looks pretty tasty too," Epel murmured to himself.

"Are you looking out for every painting with an apple in it?" Cater teased from a little way ahead of him. His eyes glinted with mischief, and Epel was reminded of a Granny Smith. Not quite the same shade, but there was the familiar tartness, a slight bite.

"I guess so. I help out with produce quality control back home, so I think I just started doing it without thinking." He slightly inclined his head. "It's a nice apple."

"You don't know the story behind it?"

"Er, no. I didn't realize there was one."

"It's a cautionary tale about being wary of strangers!" Cater threw a wink to the first year. "They tell it all the time to kids in the Shaftlands.

"It goes like this: a girl lives in the forest with seven of her friends. One day, when her friends are off mining for work, a stranger offers her a juicy red apple. She takes a bite of it and falls unconscious. The stranger had poisoned the apple because they were jealous of the happy life the girl had.

"The girl's seven friends come home and manage to bring her an antidote, so she's okay. The stranger is chased away, and the girl and her friends are a happy family again."

"Gosh, that's morbid! Why'd you have to go and tell me that..."

"Hehe. Scary, right?" The amused trill in Cater's voice didn't match his words. "Envy can drive people to do some pretty insane things to come out on top."

"When you say it with a smile like that... I can't help but be a little worried, Cater-senpai."

"It's not that surprising. Happens all the time on socials!" his upperclassman chirped. The green of his eyes had shifted a shade darker. "It's much easier to turn on someone when you're looking at them through a screen instead of in the eyes."

Epel clasped his hands to his chest. "... Do people really do that though? Just go on the internet to lie and backstab...?"

"Aww, you're still so innocent, Epel-chan. Well, you'll learn about this kind of stuff sooner or later. Placing your faith in anyone that comes along might lead to you hurting in the end."

"Is that really how it is?" Epel's brows scrunched--as did his nose. It made him look like a frustrated little bunny. "It might be a city thing.

"In Harveston, we help each other out all the time. Everyone knows each other. If the harvest is heavy and we're short on hands, the neighbors will pick apples with us. When there's a celebration, it's potluck style. We each make a dish and share it with the village. My ma 'n pa... er, that is, my parents... they always tell me we ought to extend that courtesy to outsiders and tourists too."

"That must be the famous Harveston hospitality Lils told me about! It sounds so nice~" Cater sighed wistfully, then pouted. "It's rare to find a community as close-knit as that nowadays. In the largest cities, people are way too busy to pay you any mind. Cay-kun's got major FOMO!"

"Ahahah... We really did grow up in very different places." Epel smiled softly. "Tell you what. If you ever visit, we'll be sure to welcome you with open arms, Cater-senpai. You can be a part of our family too."

"Eh, you mean it?!" Cater's face immediately lit up--and Epel had to wonder if his sadness had been an act. Truth or lie? It was always difficult to tell with him.

"I might just take you up on that offer then," Cater crooned, slipping an arm around Epel's shoulder. "You'll have to show me all of the best attractions and local specialties! Oh, and the best photo spots!"

"It's a promise."

His mouth stretched into a cheeky smirk. The red of a shining apple and the taste of a teasing—temptations he failed to resist.

"And how about a juicy poisoned apple to bring back as a souvenir?"

#twisted wonderland #twst #Epel Felmier #Cater Diamond #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #spoilers #something no one asked for #Epel birthday takeover #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland scenarios

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lonespektr · 7 months

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OCTOBER 14TH (day late) HORROR WATCH

Something in the dirt (2022)

This is Justin Benson and Aaron Moorhead if you haven't heard of these guys strap the frack in.

I have never fully understood any one of their films without at least a second watch

... maybe synchronic

Already on tilt

OCD?

Looks like a morel mushroom but with spikes??

Do not expect an explanation

Ok well guy apparent derelict no furniture sleeping on floor daylight

Helicopter

No subs are

Oh they are okay

The two have been lead actors in their films more than once

Neighbor meet and greet

Divorcee tells him that the apt had been vacant for a decade

Told a big bloody fib about a death

Doesn't explain the vacancy like that's even creepier man

Said something else weird and drove off on a scoot scoot

It was a squirrel omg

Shot of the electricity meters

And a bunch of other things in quick sucession power lines etc then chimes

Ok interview suddenly

Meta about their films lolz

Somebody died

Guy friendship makes me seeth with envy and wrench my clothing

They are best friends now,?!!! U movin furniture??

How??? U just met??? That could be a serial killer an asshole! That's a literal stranger

I hate men

They are chatting like they have known each other for years (they do)

Fish story

They both at each time appeared wary of the other at least

sharing wifi??

That is a STRANG-ER

Behold the promise LAN

First uh tension

Kinda told him after he helped gotta kick u out

Except rolled right into compassion AA convo

Lol 😂 till he said ok cool

Lol housewarming plant dude why would u think he brought a rando plant to a new place obviously

His grandma runs a nursery

Already talking weird, cult vibes

The prism crystal piece he found on the ground just started floating and prisiming

Divorcee saw it and honestly told the new move in guy who was already trying to kick him out but graciously instead of doing the whole wait until it happens later bs as divorcee is leaving it happens again

And unlike the white men they are the bolt out of the apartment

They are literal shots of the text of what is being said randomly interspersed cut into the dialogue

Fights keep passing over head

Three birds just hit the divorcee guys door , dead

They agree that they have to document legitimate supernatural stuff and get rich/ successful

Youth shelter person comes to pick him up

Dude pretty sure that's his PO and he's court mandated

Back to interviews

New guy had stashed the birds in a cardboard box just to make sure they weren't just knocked out

One bird was gone when he went back to check

Lord of heat coming from the closet

Anti title drop??? Cute

This is very meta

Debate about titles they are both rejection sensative like prickly about critiques

He said i guess it waits for you (new guy) but the first time we saw it it was only the divorcee

This is very nope at this juncture

They are tooling up, my Internet is very slow

The chimes are Russian nesting Dolls

Address the obvious P.O.

He said he's on the sex offender registry for peeing in public

The thing is actually moving ( i should clarify it looks like the og big ass crystal ash trashs

Although it's obvious cut in half orb and prismy

They have digital and film cameras

They may have a shot

The geometry of magnetism - rando book that divorcee knows

Lol why was it written in esperanto i mean obvs why but 😂😂

Oh the weird shape that prsim makes is on the cover

Lol divorcee just asked do i sound unhinged and new guys like oh no nono psychologic breaks are totally different 😂😂😂

Lol he just yelled at the paper weight if you are a ghost do something

Now they are like??? Not a ghost

Coulda told you that boys it's very scientific

It's scientific because this is your film and you always do science shit 😂😂

The guy says he has seeing the symbol all over town now

Most of the shots were of old buildings that symbol would have been there for years

Lol new guy said u goin dan brown on me

He's like no man it's just a math thing like the fibbinocci sequence

When a rectangle expressed as a ratio

(how the fuck does one do that #dyscalculia)

It is that irrational number

Lol he said this better not be about Stonehenge 😂😂

This dude is smoking inside like a fucking 1950's film JEEBUS

the whole time there's s discordant plunk in the sound track

(They do this)

This is the third time he has crossed the threshold out of the room and it drops the new guy im googling their names cause im getting irritated

John and levi

The city scape looms large

Planes sirens

They are both a hot mess

Door knob to hot closet that never shits is shaking

Pause for the cause

(the cause being my bedtime)

Gonna switch to something with a better signal and finish that first

OMG wtf the light refractor is floating why was it in the closet?

Omg plot point i couldn't hear

Gravity?

Soil samples (documentary)

High chromium

Earthquake

Wait is the inside of the closet glowing

Now the light is communicating with them

Quartz deposit

More meta

Why did you play youselves reenactment

I love that's is just a series of conspiracy theories

I read this ted talk, i saw this reddit post

Cyotes again

Ace

Pulling random unexplainable things weaving them together

Snake skin

Just random things

Found an old ass recorder like old ass

With sacred number tape on it

Pythagoras

The rose croutons?

Dream logic

Numerology crystals

City planner 1908

Like full ideas of reference

Literally just picked up a rock at 1908 coordinates that had a strip of paper with w website in it

The guy with hx of mental illness ace is uh keeps trying to back out - John new guy

Crystal resonates with sound

There's the symphony conspiracy theory

The crystal almost fell on his head when he was asleep but did why do you sleep in that room with it

Let alone the apartment at all

Levi

Not they are full on literally every single idea of reference

Now they are talking about simulations after seeing a glitch in the stop crosswalk

Mind control cat parasites - which i just heard about

This month

The phenomenon is dried up

John wants to leave as planned

The levi guy made up a bunch of shit and broke in somewhere told john some kies starting to fabric stuff

Lol this tablet was used to design the city

Now my plant is alien in nature ,(from my own grandmas nursery)

Eat the cactus fruit

Inside the cactus fruit is morse code!!!!!!

Here they are

Lol he's been lying from the jump even about the book

Coordinates

Old ass radio on a loop

Redacted script

Very convenient

John tried to do another idea of reference but lim? Levi shut him down

About his spearfishing

Radiation?

Old ass raio

Levi in an effort to fabricate more stuff erased the original stuff

Melted the hard drive

Just when john wanted to go again

The phenomenon started back up

And the guy keeps digging into his criminal history

Even then he wants him to stay

They are fully fighting and dragging each other

Oo literally dragged his sister into it then when he broke he smiled

Like a sicko

It's a full scale read fest very intense

WHILE THE MOST PHENOMENON THAT HAD EVER HAPPENED IS HAPPENING

and they are ignoring it fighting each other

There's an earthquake and not they are drawing a truce

Levi is floating the crystal went high and cracked

John ? Was floating too?

But off the balcony???

Fin

#graywatchhorror23 #something in the dirt #honestly I'm old and after my event i got too tired #as a treat i picked Moorehead and Benson

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tiaragqueen · 5 years

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Can i request a yandere!tarzan! Jungkook? I've been thinking about it a lot lately but nobody seems to done it :""))

Champing At The Bit

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Tarzan! Jeon Jeongguk x Reader

✂ Word Count: 3,6k+

✂ Trigger Warning: Animal attack, blood, death, obsessiveness, possessiveness, sadism

✂ This story is fictional and for amusement only. I don’t believe any of the members would do this in real life. As always, thank you for reading and I hope you have a good day!

Donot re-upload my writing to another website or use it without mypermission.

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Okay, so… I might have gone a bit overboard on this one. This is probably the longest one-shot I’ve ever written, but I don’t know. The edited version might be shorter, tho. Why, you look at that. It’s longer than the unedited one.

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“One way or another, I’m going to find ya. I’m gonna get ya. One way or another, I’m going to win ya.” – One Way Or Another [Blondie]

You didn’t know what to expect from this scene.

No, scratch that. You hadn’t expected this to happen at all.

You had always known that your baby brother was more sociable than you. It was a trait you had been long secretly envious of. There was something from him that easily attracted people to him, either from his smile or overall mannerisms. While you were approaching your early twenties, your social skills remained undeveloped. It didn’t help that you had a tendency to overanalyze things, too.

However, you would later learn that your introversion wasn’t a curse as you had initially thought. In fact, it could save you from the doom that would soon befall you.

“[Brother’s name], what… what are you doing? Who is he?” you asked, brows furrowed deeply and eyes widened in an overwhelming mixture of confusion, shock, relief, fear, and wariness.

“Ah, Noona!” your brother beamed once he spotted you and enthusiastically pointed to the stranger in question. “Look, I’ve got a new friend! His name is Jungkook, but he likes to be called ‘Kookie’.”

Your mouth slackened as you glanced at the pair back and forth, trying to make sense of their relationship. Well, it wasn’t like you misheard what your brother said just now. In fact, you heard it a little bit too clearly for your liking. But of course, what kind of a normal human being would immediately accept the fact that their sibling had befriended a fucking Tarzan in the middle of a forest?!

‘Kookie’ shrunk a little and bowed his head when you averted your attention to him, displaying his shyness towards strangers. At least, he wasn’t aggressive. That was a plus. You didn’t know what to do if there was a young man, wearing nothing but a dark ripped cloth to cover his lower part, were to attack your brother. You cleared your throat to distract yourself from the disturbing image.

“Well, that was nice and all but can we please go back to the camp? Mama has been waiting for you, you know?”

[Brother’s name] bit his bottom lip, and it didn’t take a genius to know that he hesitated to leave this ‘Kookie’. Was it possible to create such a close relationship with someone you just met? Was he really that interesting to your brother until he felt reluctant to go?

“Can we bring him too? He looks so lonely…”

You didn’t bat an eye on rejecting his ridiculous suggestion, “I don’t think that’s a good idea, [Brother’s name].”

There was no way in hell you would bring that guy to your parents. They might not panic much, but you didn’t want to deal with the consequences should something bad happened. He might get a panic attack – or worse, go on a rampage – if you forced him to meet other people.

“But can you at least introduce yourself first, Noona? Kookie might be shy, but he’s very curious about you.”

How the hell did he know that that guy was curious about you? Did he suddenly possess a sixth sense or something? And besides, that guy refused to look at you in the eye!

“Oh, um, I…” Fuck this shit. If you wanted to leave, then you better deal with this quickly. “Uh… Hi, Kookie. I’m [Name], [Brother’s name]’s older sister.”

Was that friendly enough? Could he even comprehend what you just said? Judging from the way [Brother’s name] grinned when he glanced at the said man, you assumed that he indeed understood. To some extent, probably.

“Kookie said you’re pretty, Noona.”

How did one accept a compliment from a Tarzan? You didn’t know, you never bothered to know, and you definitely didn’t expect to know how. And that was why your reaction was painfully awkward, even cringy if someone were to watch this whole interaction.

“Oh, thank you. He’s… he’s handsome too.”

That wasn’t a lie. He did look handsome. And cute too. With long eyelashes that framed his doe eyes, chubby cheeks, healthy pink and plump lips, down to the tiny mole that you almost missed. You had no doubt that he would gain a lot of admirers had he was more… normal. But what was normal for you, might not be normal to others. And with his fidgety mannerisms that just screamed bashfulness and awkwardness throughout, he might end up as one of those wallflowers or an antisocial that avoided people altogether.

No, actually, the latter seemed much more likely to happen. It was a miracle that your brother even managed to befriend him in a span of twenty minutes.

Another reason for you to be insecure about.

“Okay, introduction’s over. Let’s go back, shall we?”

[Brother’s name] nodded, satisfied with what he thought was a successful conversation. Linking his fingers with yours, he skipped down the trodden path that led to the campsite whilst smiling happily. With your back turned, you were able to sense Jungkook’s penetrating gaze as opposed to the occasional timid glances earlier.

A shiver slithered down your spine.

It had been days since your first encounter with Jungkook. And ever since that, your brother had been secretly meeting him under the pretense of ‘exploring the area’. Of course, you being you, refused to accept his excuse at face value, unlike your parents who had shown a positive reaction over his so-called adventure. They even made another comment on how you should ‘be more active like him’ instead of ‘spending your time doing useless things such as constantly playing your phone’, although they didn’t know what you truly did with it. Just because you often play your phone, didn’t mean you always searched meaningless things. Sometimes, you liked to explore stuff and looked up some facts.

Obviously, they didn’t understand that. Not that you wanted to. There was no reason why you should convince someone who was too stubborn to change their mind.

The latter was also why they decided to make this spontaneous camping in the first place, much to your dismay. You had initially planned to spend your whole summer working on that story you had been procrastinating for so long, but your parents thought that it was time for some ‘family moment’.

And because you cared about your brother, despite your envy, you’d decided to ‘join’ him. Your parents were excited and thought that you finally ‘opened up’ to the world. You had ignored their gushing and accompanied your sibling in meeting his new friend.

Jungkook, although shy, was very talkative once a close bond was established. You didn’t find this very surprising, to be honest, since you yourself weren’t much different than him in this aspect. But what astounded you was the fact that he seemed to take more interest in you, more than he did to your brother. [Brother’s name], being a naïve boy he was, felt happy with this development. Thus, he took it upon himself to act as the ‘accommodating guide’ by answering Jungkook’s silent questions that – frankly speaking – sounded more like hushed whispers and occasional hoots. You didn’t know that it was possible for someone to gain a skill in communicating with Tarzan within such a short time, but that was what set him apart from you anyway.

Slowly, but surely, Jungkook started to open up more and more with you. From light, albeit hesitant, touching to bashful smiles; he did everything he could do to ensure that your attention remained on him alone. He even tried to speak to you once, but your overt inability to comprehend his words prevented you from fully understanding what he said. It wasn’t as if you wanted to know, either.

Honestly, you didn’t know what to feel from this so-called development. On one hand, you were creeped out at the fact that Tarzan had taken an interest in you. But on the other hand, you were flattered that someone actually found you desirable for once. That someone would make an effort to get to know you, or by the very least, including you in their conversations and not neglecting you as most people did.

The last day of camping came at the blink of an eye. [Brother’s name] kept sobbing that he wouldn’t be able to visit Jungkook again, while you awkwardly patted his small back. Comforting people wasn’t your forte, but for the sake of people you loved, you were willing to do anything for them. Even if it meant handling their emotional outbursts.

“Come on, [Brother’s name]. We need to go home.” you murmured, yet he merely cried harder. Before you, Jungkook didn’t provide any assistance whatsoever except watching him for the past five minutes.

“B-but, I can’t see him again.” [Brother’s name] blubbered.

You wished to say that he would be able to meet Jungkook once he was a bit older, but you couldn’t exactly promise such a thing to him. Life sometimes got in the way of achieving what you wanted, and that was why you refused to go around spreading empty words unless the odds were favorable.

“Okay, well…” you glanced around, racking your brain to come up with a perfect solution that wouldn’t leave [Brother’s name] even sadder than he already was. “Why don’t you say goodbye to Kookie now? Who knows, you might feel a bit better.”

[Brother’s name] sniffled, but luckily, he obliged to your suggestion. Approaching the quiet Jungkook, he threw his small arms around his neck and sobbed into his bare shoulders.

“Kookie, I’m leaving now.” he croaked with a voice that broke your heart a little. You’d never expected to get teared up from witnessing such an emotional scene, even though Jungkook was nowhere near emotional. His face remained blank as he blinked repeatedly, as though unaware of a child weeping in his embrace.

Damn him. He could’ve at least made an effort to appear affected.

Sniffling once more, [Brother’s name] withdrew from the one-sided hug and smiled bitterly. “I’ll see you again, Kookie. Please don’t forget me.”

Jungkook stared at him for a moment before turned to you. His dark eyes were hollow yet piercing as if trying to gauge your reaction through your ‘friendly-sister-of-a-friend’ façade. Maybe he did, then that would explain why he kept watching you lately. If you could even call that ‘watching’ because it looked more like observing than mere watching. Still, it didn’t make the experience felt any less unnerving.

You simpered at him, nonetheless. Couldn’t show him your discomfort, could you? For all you knew, he could be planning something and a glimpse of your true feelings might be something he’d deeply anticipated. “Well, Jung– I mean, Kookie. I think it’s time for us to go. It’s been an interesting week, and I can’t say that I regretted meeting you.”

Just a little, though. You had always doubted that Tarzan existed, especially in such a modern world like this, but his existence proved otherwise.

Jungkook stepped forward and suddenly brought you into a deep hug. Stunned, you let him buried his head into your stomach. You could’ve sworn that you heard him purring too, yet that was the least of your worries. Jungkook had never been this bold before – he always retained some degree of shyness in expressing his affection – so perhaps he finally felt comfortable with you? Enough to embrace you without a warning like this?

“[Name]…” he mumbled against your shirt. Your eyes instinctively widened, while [Brother’s name] gasped in astonishment.

“He spoke!” [Brother’s name] squealed, clapping vigorously as if he had witnessed first-hand something extraordinary. That would be understandable considering that Jungkook never seemed to speak before. “He finally spoke!”

You didn’t know what to do in this situation. No, scratch that, you knew exactly what you wanted to do. You wanted to run – away from this forest and its nonsense – and never looked back. Being observed was enough to put you on the edge, and now he decided to call you by your name too? This should’ve turned on the warning bell in your head. And as much as you wished to shove him on to the ground, you still had the decency to gently push him away.

“Oh, did you hear that? Mama is calling us. Let’s go, [Brother’s name]!” On the spur of the moment, you came up with a not-so-believable lie and grabbed his hand.

[Brother’s name] sputtered in shock. “B-but, Noona, I didn’t–”

“Goodbye, Kookie!” you exclaimed with more vigor than necessary, or what would one expect from a farewell.

You dashed through the trees which homogeneity seemed to confuse you in each minute, determined to make it into the campsite before it was too late. Why did you feel this way when the forest looked safe? Honestly, you weren’t sure yourself. You just had this hunch that something was wrong the moment Jungkook averted his gaze to you.

Or maybe the darkness and desire in his eyes gave it away.

Either way, you couldn’t afford to rest even if [Brother’s name] had been panting since earlier. You wanted to prove to yourself that your hunch was incorrect; that it was merely a suspicion or a secret fear that Jungkook would try to harm you and your family. Maybe it was somewhat unfair to place the blame on him when he hadn’t done anything wrong than just being his shy, creepy self. But it wasn’t like you could trust someone you met a week ago. You weren’t that careless.

During your rushed journey, you’d prayed and prayed that your hunch didn’t come true. That it all just happened in your head. But nothing, absolutely nothing, could prepare you for the massacre that greeted you at your destination.

Bodies laid on top of each other, eyes glassy yet profound with the unfairness of being the innocent victims. Some of their limbs looked like they had been forcibly ripped out from their sockets, leaving bloody bones that protruded through the rugged flesh. Their clothes were torn, mouths opened in a silent scream that fell on deaf ears, and they were looking up the sky as though it could lend a lifeline to save them from their untimely dooms.

Bile climbed from the pit of your stomach as you covered [Brother’s name]’s eyes, afraid that he would be traumatized by the horrible sight. He was still young and pure; he didn’t need to see what his parents had become. Charred and torn beyond belief and recognition. Sure, you weren’t really fond of them due to their tendency to compare you with [Brother’s name], but they didn’t deserve to die. Nobody at this campsite did, honestly.

“Noona!”

You gasped when someone – or rather, something – snatched him from your grasp. A black chimpanzee stood in one of the branches and held him against its chest, shouting incoherent things to you. Despite your disinterest towards monkey and ape species, there was a hidden fear deep inside your heart that was reserved for the chimpanzees. Especially when they were cornering you right now, a helpless and panicked human. You didn’t know if chimpanzees could eat humans, but you did know about their cannibalistic habits.

And now, your beloved baby brother was held as a captive.

What kind of a shitty movie was this?!

“Do you still… want to leave, [Name]?” a breathy voice asked in a broken sentence, showing their slight inexperience of speaking human language.

Your expression went cold as you slowly turned around, wishing that the speaker was nothing like what you thought them to be. However, your hunch was proven correct once again.

“Jungkook,” you hissed, gritting your teeth in a refrained anger. As much as you wanted to lash out to him, you knew that the chimpanzees wouldn’t take too kindly of it. You just knew it. “What the fuck is this, huh? Explain this!”

“Calm… down.”

“Don’t tell me how to calm down, you piece of shit!”

As expected, the chimpanzees started to get hostile over your equally offensive approach. Some were already approaching you, ready to tear you to bits had Jungkook didn’t raise his hand. The clamor stopped as soon as it arose, but the aura they emanated was still murderous. Peering to Jungkook, you concluded that he must be a leader or some sort.

Would it be weird if you say that you weren’t surprised in the slightest?

“[Name], you have to… know that you can’t… leave this forest… as you please,” he explained without looking at you. Oh, so now he was acting haughty, huh? Where was the shy boy who couldn’t even see you without blushing?

“So what? People come here all the time, yet they’re free to go anytime they want. Why the fuck should I be any different, huh?” You pointed a finger in his direction and glowered, trying to display an aggressive body language despite your huge difference in power. Maybe those chimpanzees would back down somewhat?

Well, no. Because you could hear them growling in the background.

“Because… you’re special.”

You narrowed your eyes, clearly not amused with his half-assed excuse. If he thought that he could convince you with that, then he would be dead wrong. “The fuck–?”

As if on cue, the chimpanzee who held [Brother’s name] captive suddenly took a chunk out of his left shoulder. You froze in shock, watching the blood spurted from the wound like in slow motion. The sound of his agonized scream echoed in the forest, when not even a single cricket dare to chirp. All witnessed the chimpanzee brutally lacerated his flesh until the bone and tendons were visible to the naked eye.

“Stop! Stop!” you finally shouted after a moment of stupefaction, the aggressive facade shattered when tears started to trickle little by little. “Stop this, please! I… I’ll do anything! Just… just, please. Don’t hurt him. Please. I’ll do anything, I swear to God.”

Jungkook’s face lit up almost instantly. However, you were too busy worrying about [Brother’s name]’s state and dread over his looming death to notice it.

If only you saw his joyous face right now, or the smug smirk that closed your and [Brother’s name] fates…

But it wasn’t as though you could compromise his safety for the sake of your selfishness, right? No matter how much you envied him, no matter how much you wanted to be like him for just a little – a moment – he was, and would always be, your little brother. Your younger sibling.

Your beloved baby brother whose existence you’d been anticipating ever since your mother announced her pregnancy.

Your beloved baby brother who saw you for the first time with those sparkling doe eyes and pouty lips.

Your beloved baby brother who held your pinky finger and beamed that cute smile of his.

And most of all, your beloved baby who always made you smile and laugh when the world seemed to turn its back against you.

It was funny how easy it was to say ‘I love you’ to your exes, any time and any day when you had never said it to your own sibling.

What kind of a big sister was you?

“Really…? Then, I guess… you don’t mind if you become mine, right? I’ve been waiting… for this moment.” Jungkook inclined his head and smiled softly as if reminiscing something. “That kid… has been irritating me to no end.”

There was only regret and anger left in your constricting chest when Jungkook moved to hug you from behind. Regret for not being able to help your brother, and anger for being so fucking useless.

But what were you, compare to a horde of chimpanzees waiting for the right moment to strike?

What were you, compare to his authority and power?

And what were you, to resist your own fate?

You let those sturdy arms wrapped themselves around your chest like a straitjacket and sobbed. Resting his chin on your shoulder, Jungkook sighed contentedly.

“I’ve been waiting… to hold you like this… ever since… you appeared. It feels… nice.” He peered towards the damned chimpanzee as though he barely remembered that they were here in the first place, and their presence ruined his ‘peaceful’ moment. Never mind the fact that he was probably the one who had ordered them to ambush you.

“Everyone,” you stopped sobbing for a moment and waited with bated breath his next demand. What was he going to say? What was he going to do? Hopefully, he would release [Brother’s name] and allow him to live. After all, you had willingly give yourself to him. Surely Jungkook wasn’t that evil, right? There must be some humanity deep inside him, however small it might be.

… Right?

“Eat him.”

The chimpanzees immediately charged at [Brother’s name] from every direction without any hesitation whatsoever. You watched in horror their sharp teeth sunk into his skin and ripped it like a starved animal. He wailed and writhed in their hold, wishing anyone to help him.

To save him.

To rescue him.

“No, no, no!” At this point, you actively struggled against Jungkook’s much stronger grip as you kicked and screamed for them to stop. For him to stop. For everything to stop. “Why are you doing this?! Stop!”

“As I said earlier… you’re special. And I can’t… let that kid… get in the way of our happiness.” Jungkook buried his face into your sweaty neck and smiled, ignoring your resistance and cries of help. “Now, we can finally be together.”

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khhunniewriting · 5 years

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The Others (2)

[ Mafia/Gang AU ]

Thirteen years later many things have changed.

“Seems Illionaire is making much more money now.” Kylie put down the report she found on Dok2′s desk as she waited for him. In her arms, she held a small bundle of pink and white.

Dok2 dismissed the men who had followed him into the room with a nod. “I wasn’t expecting you here.”

His wife had just given birth a few days ago. It was definitely too early for her to be out and about but Kylie wanted to make a point.

“Don’t make that face Joonkyung.” She knew he was scrutinizing her for bringing a bastard child to the office. Everyone was aware this second child, the daughter in her arms, was not his. “They might not know you also had an affair, but I do.”

Dok2 was aware of his wife having met you.

She told him only a few days after giving birth to their child, a son Kylie named Ji-hoon. Having a son ensured she had produced the heir to her husband’s fortune. There was no need to worry anymore.

Once her son was old enough he would take over for Dok2 ensuring her future.

“Honestly, you should have seen how shocked she was when she found out you were Illionaire’s leader.”

Dok2 made his way around her and sat at his desk ignoring her rant. Perhaps it was hypocritical of him to treat his wife this way when he too cheated on her. The fact remained that she went too far by breeding a child from her affairs and expecting him to welcome it with open arms into his family.

“Do not bother me unless you want to discuss something about Ji-hoon.”

Kylie smirked triumphantly knowing she had gotten under his skin. That was all she desired for now.

After she walked out of his office Joonkyung released a frustrated groan. His life was certainly not going the way he planned; making him question all the decisions he made in his youth.

Most of the questions involving you.

His eyes went to a hole in the wall near the door. He hadn’t bothered to fix it the same way he never bothered to do anything about his feelings for you.

Love was the one luxury he couldn’t afford under his circumstances.

“Go Leo!” Your loud cheering received some stares but you could care less. It was too exciting to see your baby boy out there on the court scoring so many points. He was the power forward for his school’s basketball team and well on his way to becoming the ace player.

Leo turned towards the sound of your voice and smiled knowing you were there to see him. His smile disappeared the moment he turned back to the court and positioned himself under the basket once more.

“Your mom is as loud as always Leo,” one of his teammates commented. “Must be scary when you get bad grades or get into trouble.”

“He never has bad grades,” another tuned into the conversation as a timeout was called by the opposing team. The three teenage boys retired to the benches where their towels and waterbottles awaited them.

“What, so he’s athletic and smart?” The initial starter of the conversation asked. He was on the school team but did not have the same class as Leo to know how he was off the court.

Leo spaced out leaving the two to talk amongst themselves as his only worry became rehydrating. The boy always heard people saying the same things about him.

Leo is so smart.

Leo is so athletic.

Leo is so handsome.

Leo is so responsible.

Leo is so blunt.

Leo is so silent.

Their compliments were appreciated but unnecessary. All he really cared about was making sure his mother continued to smile. The truth was Leo had emotional detachment and abandonment issues.

Neither he nor his mother believed it to be so but the doctors who found his silence unbecoming amounted it to something he had no recollection of. They thought his lack of a father affected his social skills.

The truth was Leo had many friends, he socialized well. He was, however, selective about who he socialized with. It was similar to the way his mother acted.

She may never have told him to be wary of strangers but he was. He saw the way she cautiously put herself between him and a stranger before knowing who and what their intentions were.

“Leo come on.”

He broke out of his thoughts and pushed his dark hair out of his face before returning back to the court where the rest of the team awaited him.

After the game, he quickly and meticulously gathered his stuff before making his way over to you. Many people congratulated him on the win which he only responded to with a curt nod or single word of thanks.

“There’s my MVP,” you wasted no time to hug him. There were a million comments you had on how well he had played.

When he came to you asking permission to enter the team you knew nothing of the sport. But like everything involving your son, you became invested and soon were able to talk to him about strategies and stats.

“I noticed you struggled a bit when you fought for the rebound with that tall kid. Did you get hurt?” You began examining him for any bruising. “Sometimes the ref doesn’t see but-”

“I’m fine,” Leo assured.

A simple two worded response that brought the smile back to your face. One of the best sounds in the word was that of your son’s voice. It brought relief and happiness to your overprotective heart.

“Then let’s go celebrate your win!”

The corners of Leo’s lips curved into a smile seeing how happy you were. The truth was he did have minor aches and pains when he went against that other player.

He was someone he had clashed with before. The center of the rival team who on occasion gave Leo dirty looks. Neither had spoken a word yet there was a silent rivalry between them that no one else had noticed.

For a couple week now you two were being watched from afar.

“Boss that kid and his mother live in a pretty normal neighborhood.”

Jay Park, AOMG’s leader, looked through the compiled information on his desk. His eyes narrowing in on your photograph. It was a recent one that his men had taken of you at your place of employment.

You were a decently private individual with little to no social media presence that had only been in use for the past five years. It was nearly impossible for him to find the information he was looking for.

“I just feel like I’ve seen her before.”

Simon’s brow rose in question, “With Dok2?”

Jay nodded only barely recalling the time more than a decade ago when he spotted you holding onto his rival’s arm as you entered a private parking structure. Back then your long hair obstructed the view of your face but your mannerisms were the same. Most of all, he remembered your eyes as they looked over at him.

At the time he thought you had met his eyes but perhaps it was just a coincidental glance in his general direction.

“Why don’t we just go after his actual son, the one everyone knows about,” Woogie proposed.

“Because he’s the obvious choice.” Jay dropped your photo picking up Leo’s instead. “This kid could be his illegitimate child.”

Simon looked over his boss’ shoulder, “You think he looks like him?”

Everyone began debating and voting on the appearance of the mysterious child. Some were undecided taking into consideration how they had yet to really get a good look of the Illionaire boss. Others straight up denied the possibility for various reasons.

“It doesn’t matter if he looks like him,” Jay interrupted their discussion. “The birth certificate is missing a name. I’m sure it was intended to protect the kid but the family name says it all.”

Gray dug through the file pulling out the copy of Leo’s birth certificate. It was clear as day to them who have been investigating the whole situation. There in black and white was your name and an empty space where Joonkyung’s should be. “The kid’s legal name is Lee Leo, we need to keep looking into this.”

They all agreed to continue following you around, convinced they would eventually get the lead they needed to act.

“Besides, “ Jay pulled them back into the conversation. “He does look like he could be the other kid’s brother.”

“How old is Ji-hoon,” Gray asked.

“Thirteen,” Woodie responded.

“Do you really think he got his side chick pregnant at the same time as his wife?”

“That’s what we’re going to find out.”

Ji-hoon watched in disgust as his mother doted on his younger sister. Not once had she even directed a word at him since she arrived. He kept telling himself this wasn’t jealousy, rather it was envy.

He was envious of his sister having everything he had been wanting. The time and attention of his parents were hard to come by when they were often occupied by business. Now he had to compete against a helpless newborn.

“You’re back,” Kylie commented as her son made his presence known. She watched him give a disinterested glance in their direction as he walked by to get to the stairs. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Do you care or you just upset again because Dad ignored you so you’re going to take it out on me?”

Kylie gaped at her son’s response. This wasn’t the first time he had talked to her in this manner. She had become accustomed to his increasingly hostile attitude. What surprised her was the fact that he knew she had seen him.

“How did you-”

“I called and asked for a ride,” he interrupted.

Ji-hoon was an expert at running away from his bodyguards. They had to maintain a distance so normal people didn’t see them but they were always around. To the untrained eye, they were like shadows, to Ji-hoon they were unwilling participants in his game of hide-and-seek.

The young boy knew his father would drop everything to make sure he was safe so he often repeated the act when he felt like seeing him. Often calling him to pick him up from wherever he decided to chill.

“Ji-hoon you know that’s not safe!”

Kylie’s reprimand stirred her daughter’s sleep. In an instant, she began wailing asking for comfort.

“Look what you did…” she picked her up from the bassinet she had situated in the living area to begin rocking her back to sleep.

“Sure what I did,” Ji-hoon heaved a sigh of annoyance. Once again he was being falsely accused of being his mother’s inconvenience. “I got lectured by Dad already so I’m gonna go to my room.”

“Ji-Hoon…”

“Ji-Hoon!”

Kylie shook her head knowing he wouldn’t come back down no matter how many times she called for him.

“There there, Jia… go back to sleep.”

-end-

A/N: On the mood board Leo is at the bottom-right corner and Ji-hoon at the top-right. BTW I’m basing ages and school grade on the American system, meaning highschool age is 14-18 years and the grades are 9th-12th.

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secretshinigami · 5 years

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all right, here goes nothing

Author: @hazblogs For: @weneedtotalkaboutdeathnote Pairings/Characters: Mello/Matt, Mello/Near, Mello, Near, Matt, L Rating/Warnings: T, mention of dermatillomania Prompt: An Au where L defeated Kira, grew older, and basically disappeared. Older Mello (mid 20sish, now a detective) follows a lead that takes him to the washed up L. Author’s Notes: nyello !!!!! after all this time i’m very proud to announce that my gift is here !!! i really hope you like it and that everyone else will too. i had lots of fun !!! have a good day everyone

The recorder makes some shitty ass noise before working, but that’s all xe has, so xe makes it work.

All right, here goes nothing.

“I never imagined I would be alive to tell you this. From the most crack ass place of the Earth, nowhere in Argentina, here’s Mello, also known as the second fucking best detective in the world, and I’m here to report on-”

There’s some background bang that makes xem stop. Xe rereads xer intro one last time, waiting for the noise to subside, and then, xe gives up and gets out that crap laptop from xer backpack and starts typing again. The room is dimly lit, and moss grows on the exposed beams, there are probably termites eating at them.

If xe’s right about this, it could be the most important discovery in the detective world since the fall of Kira.

It’s been… twelve years or so. Mello still remembers what xe did when the news broadcast announced that Light Yagami was dead (xe was cat-fighting Matt for a place closer to the TV) and xe remembers the intolerable feeling of dread that seized xem. “That’s it. We’re all useless now,” was what xe thought, and it’s been half disproved by the years, but the feeling lingers.

Something is making noise again, an awful lot of noise, and – fuck, someone is trying to break in again, aren’t they. Mello grabs xer crowbar and directs a lazy but wary gaze towards the door. It finally flings open, and. Oh yeah. It’s Matt.

“Mells, fuck you,” he says without missing a beat, “I’ve been under the rain for like, fifteen minutes, couldn’t you just come and see who was trying to enter ?”

“Easier to let ‘em come and take ‘em out when they’re already in. That way I don’t get wet,” Mello answers, and Matt makes an indignant noise of protest, before giving up entirely and walking away to shower.

The little house they’re renting on the Argentinian coast is big enough to have three rooms, and they’ve been staying there for some days now, thanks to Wammy’s insufferable donations. Not that they couldn’t afford it by xemself but xe’s been… spending xer money, lately. More than usual.

Matt is back half an hour later, naked – because he knows Mello fucking hates it – and he lingers on the back of the couch long enough to peep at what Mello is typing, before getting a new set of clothes. It’s not exactly warm inside, though it’s far from freezing, and xe sits tightly wrapped in a blanket.

“Any new stuff ?” Matt asks.

“Nope,” xe says, and xe sighs. The leads have been cold for a little while now, not long enough for it to despair, but enough to make xem worry xe is losing track of xer most important witnesses. Though, it’s been weeks since xe has been on that case, and it’s been nothing but one cold shoulder after the other.

“Gimme that computer and go get something to eat,” Matt ends up saying around dinner time, and xe knows it’s only to read more of this… second novel, if you can call it that. Xe isn’t a good writer by any means, though xe thinks xe got better over the years, and this is only a shitty first draft, full of plot bunnies and incoherent rambling. Matt should also not be allowed to read anything on xer newest lead, until xe knows for sure it’s not a sham. Last time was enough.

They end up shutting the laptop off, squeezing both their asses on the small couch, and eating microwave chili with a single spoon. Two adult-sized kids, grown up too fast, looking for old gods under the rain.

My first lead was a woman named Naomi Misora. If you’ve read my previous work, you should know about her – she is the one who helped L solve the Los Angeles BB murder case. She died during the Kira case, however her suicide note contained deeply important information revealed that she had try to contact L before she died. What prevented her ? What are the circumstances of her death ? It seems that her husband Raye Penber was one of the FBI agents sent to chase Kira in Japan, and that after his death she simply wouldn’t go on living decided to commit suicide for an unknown reason. This is not consistent with the person L had described to me, which is why I went to such great lengths to get this letter from her living relatives.

I was disappointed not surprised at the contents of the letter. She did not have any information about where L could be, and hadn’t been contacted by him after the BB murder case, even though she had quit the FBI to become a consultant and eventually a stay at home fiancée. She did manage to mention, though, that she met several people, through the course of her career as a consultant, that claimed to have been helped by L.

This is where my investigation begins.

“So you say you have no idea why L helped you ?” Mello asks, slightly bored. And infuriated. And close to getting up and walking away from this shitplace.

The old woman lives in a hole-in-the-wall, next to a supermarket and a church, and probably only leaves her crappy residence to go to both those locations. Her house is however surprisingly decorated with a fully reconstructed human skull.

Mello would like to insist on the “reconstructed” part – it appears to have been smashed in a hundred pieces, and glued back together before being varnished. It has long since turned yellow, and will probably crumble at the lightest touch. Xe won’t try to grab it, though holding a supposedly real human skull has its charm.

“I don’t, young lady,” she answers, and Mello has to stifle a laugh – it’s been a while since people mistook xem for a girl, but xe guesses the long hair is a disguise enough. “I simply know my husband died in his boat and next, I was contacted by this old woman on the phone who said the greatest detective in the world would like to help.”

Her husband was killed by the English military for getting too close to the Falklands with (as they said to her, after L’s investigation) threatening weaponry: a fishing rod, five knives and a standard rifle. She is the last person to have heard from L in an investigation context, and her help is invaluable. Mello can’t help but feel absolutely cheated.

This is what L was doing ? Seven years ago, before his unofficial retiring, helping this old woman solve the death of a husband she was the only one to mourn was probably the last thing on his mind. Why do it then ?

Matt thinks he knows what this is about. He thinks, and Mello is directly quoting him there, “that you’re looking for L because you never solved any-fucking-thing that he couldn’t have solved, and if you manage to outsmart him, then maybe for once you’ll stop being a bitter little bitch”. Touché, xe had thought, but also, fuck you.

An hour later, Mello exits the house with the feeling that xe is a tiny step closer to unravelling the truth. Xe has a clue – an address in southern Italy. It’s no longer useful to stay in Argentina, thankfully, the weird winter was starting to get on xer nerves. Matt will probably be happy he can go back to England now that his tracking devices aren’t needed.

Xe just hopes this isn’t another false hope.

I went to the police department of Los Angeles looking for the archives of the BB murder case. One of the things Beyond Birthday requested during his stay was a speech-to-text device that he could use with his damaged arms, presumably to write his memoirs. What if there were clues as to L’s whereabouts ? Anything about his past that could get me to where he is now ?

A few days in, I realised my mistake. The memoirs were a series of names and numbers, accompanied with notes as to what appeared to be a suspected cause of death. Most of the names at the beginning I did not know, but for some pages there was a list I recognised as the birthnames of Wammy orphans. This deduction I was able to make seeing my name and Matt’s – and one name I guessed was Near’s. L’s real name, is L.

L Lawliet.

This name was supposed to be my biggest lead – even my former place of residence could be tracked down using my birthname, which is the reason why I keep it a secret, and the Kira investigation showed the importance of this secrecy.

There is nothing, not a single clue, tying L back to his name. He has, for all intents and purposes, no existence under the name Lawliet as I have none under mine, we are for all society but black holes with no ID numbers.

At first comforting, the thought came to be troubling. What if we don’t exist.

The town has its charm, xe have to admit. Matera is a small-ish city looking down on a gorgeous landscape, that has nothing to envy to the beauty of Rome and its cathedrals. It feels… so foreign, so fucking weird, to imagine L sitting at the terrace of café eating ice-cream.

He probably isn’t even here. He probably set never foot in this town. Mello is probably knocking on the door of some stranger right now, and the person opening definitely isn’t someone xe has seen before.

“Cosa posso fare per te, signorina?” asks an old lady with an incredible wig and hands that could definitely strangle a chicken. She seems partially deaf from the way she angles her head, so Mello takes on his strongest normal voice to answer, “Un giovane uomo vive qui?”

“Maestro L, qualcuno ti sta chiamando !” she yells back, and xe has to do a double take to make sure xe didn’t mishear.

He’s here.

A man in his thirties, with dark bags under his eyes. Standing hunched, almost like he’s afraid. Biting on his thumb, and looking at xem without any spark in his eyes.

After all this time looking for him, Mello doesn’t know what to say.

“Cosa vuoi, Laetitia,” he asks eventually, eyeing Mello with deep-seated fatigue.

“La signorina qui ti sta chiedendo,” the old woman answers, and she leaves without giving xem another glance.

They spend a minute or so looking at each other, trying to decide who will make the first move. L looks ready to slam the door in xer face, and his eyes are still so fucking empty – it’s almost frightening.

“Wait,” Mello eventually says as L reaches for the doorknob.

“What do you want,” he asks, voice deeper than xe remembers. “I’m not letting any clients in.”

“I’m not a client,” xe says petulantly, forgetting about the world around them. For a moment xe is thirteen again, looking up at L with stars in xer eyes and wondering what they did to deserve meeting him.

“Do I know you ?” L says, almost wondering aloud. “Your face looks familiar.”

This snatches the words out of Mello’s mouth. So… he doesn’t remember xem. Has xe changed that much ? Xe doesn’t think so, and even then, it’s L xe is talking about, he would remember xer face had he seen xem an infant.

What is happening ?

A thousand pleas die on xer tongue.

L sighs, and closes the door.

I don’t even fucking know what to write in here. This is entry 37 of this journal and I have absolutely nothing to write because L has gone insane and isn’t recognising me and he locked the door in my face. I don’t know if I’m furious or scared or just super tired of it all.

It was so useless in the end I can’t even believe I thought it’d be useful.

Mello hates xemself for not thinking about what xe would do in case this failed.

Well. Rather, in case this succeeded. What did xe think would go on ? A familial reunion ? Talk about a cliché. That would never happen, not with L as xe knew him, so… what exactly was xe hoping for ?

When xe is in doubt, xer first reflex is to call Matt. He always knows what to say, but right now, Mello needs something else (xe can hear him, drawling voice and all, “What did you expect, Mells, just give it up”. This is not what xe needs right now).

Xe calls Near.

Xe forgot xe had his number, but xe does, and it rings once before Near answers the call.

“It’s five in the morning, Mello.” ‘What the fuck’ is implied but not said, and xe appreciates the efforts Near makes not to get on xer nerves.

“You’re in Japan, I forgot.” Xe didn’t. “I…”

“You found him. Matt told me.” Near’s voice is small, tired and still somehow bored, but he knows how important this is for xem, so he settles back on whatever chair he was in and probably starts twirling his hair, a habit he never grew out of.

“He’s a complete dumbass,” Mello seethes. Xe can’t help it, it all goes pouring out. “He didn’t recognise me. And before you tell me it’s something he came up with so I’d leave him alone, no, he really didn’t. I could see it. He really fucking didn’t know who I was, Near. He looked at me like he’d never seen me before and he asked if he knew me. I can’t do it, Near, fuck. I don’t know what I wanted out of this but…”

“But that’s not it,” Near quietly adds, “yeah, I understand.” He heaves a sigh, before going on. “I knew he lived there.”

For a split second, Mello’s vision whites out with fury. “What the fuck. I spent weeks on this.”

Near sighs again. “And what for ? You didn’t even get a pat on the back.” Scratching sounds, the ruffling of white pyjamas, a yawn. “Sorry, that was rude,” Near says, not sounding sorry at all. “I know how important this was for you. Maybe you should try to go back, see if now he recognises you. His memory can’t be that bad.”

Mello huffs haughtily, not ready to admit defeat and make the first step. L will reach him if he wants to. Which is fucking never.

Xe doesn’t know if xe is ok with that.

Maybe Near is right.

“Ok, say I contact him. What do I even say,” Mello asks.

“You try and make friends, I thought you were good at it. Say you’re a fan. That’s not too far off the truth.”

Near has to be joking. A fan ? Xe would literally rather die. Once again Mello is submerged by the hopelessness xe felt when Kira died. In truth, xe knew Near would survive this. Near would prevail because he was godless, had no icons, no one to look up to. This battle of giants was not what his life had at stake.

Mello on the other hand, would stay in L’s shadow all xer life. Had, actually. Second rate detective, xe was, if xe was honest with xemself.

Fuck.

“I’ll just.” It’s Mello’s turn to sigh. “I’ll just let you sleep, Near,” xe says. “Thanks for listening to me.” This does not leave a bitter taste on xer tongue at all. “I’ll catch you later so you can tell me about stuff.”

“I didn’t even know you had my number,” he answers, “you’re probably blocking me right after this call.”

“Yeah, right,” Mello says. “Fucking true. Still. Have fun or whatever. You’ll pay me back for not telling me where he lives.”

“I have,” Near cryptically says, and he hangs up.

The doorbell rings.

I have received a package from a friend a business acquaintance, containing pictures and files about what L has done since retiring seven years ago. It is filled with mundane things such as crumpled grocery receipts, pictures of L sleeping in various locations and orders to have a giant washing machine built in his new house. What for I don’t know, since L barely seems to change clothes.

One thing that struck me was the date of Watari’s death. It was eight years ago, and he apparently died in his sleep of natural causes. I wonder how L took it. It must have had an impact on L’s detective abilities, as the Kira case was to my knowledge the only one where he revealed his face to associates during the case instead of speaking through the phone or through Watari. Had he found ways to interact with the world outside of his comfortable little bubble ?

It doesn’t seem like it. Barely a year after Watari’s death, L was ceasing all detective activity on international soil, solving only one minor police squabble in Wales before retiring to this little town in Italy. Did he lose his mind most of his field of action because of Watari’s death ?

I have another theory. L got bored. He stopped his detective work out of sheer fatigue, tired of never facing a foe as formidable as Kira. Tired of the never-ending squabbles for glory humans have, when he tasted the power of a wannabe god. No one will be as interesting to him as Kira and this destroyed him.

I know this because no one will be as interesting to me as L and

Xe stays in Matera for a little while. Not purposefully trying to cross L’s path, but not avoiding him either, rather, staying in this grey (dark) area where xe avidly goes to every place L might have been seen at times of the day he might be there, while telling xemself xe is totally not hoping they’ll meet. They kind of try to cross his path, ok.

Near’s pictures prove to be faithful. L can be seen helping Laetitia, his babysitter (for lack of a better word), do grocery shopping, or perusing market stalls. He can be seen drinking coffee on the little plaza and – this surprises Mello a great deal – going to church. Xe had never pegged L as a religious guy, not in the same sense as xem, but he doesn’t seem to go there out of devotion rather than out of the compulsive need to get out of the house as much as possible.

Near’s pictures also are useful, inasmuch as Mello is not surprised to see L gnawing at his fingers, pulling at his hair, scratching his leg over his jeans until it bleeds. He has dark circles under his eyes, worse than before, and the light in his room almost never goes off. He barely eats anything other than candy, though Mello sees Laetitia coax him into buying a sweet potato, something she does often judging by how easily L cedes to her demands, and… Mello thinks he gets a clearer picture.

Never meet your idols if you’re not ready to see them crumble under your baffled eyes, xe thinks bitterly.

There’s no point in staying in Matera any longer after xe realises this. Xe leaves at dusk, because xe loves a good theatrical exit. The only thing xe is not sure of is where to go. Matt says he’s busy but that his house is open, Near’s number is long gone from xer contact list – not that xe doesn’t know it by heart, but it’s the symbolic gesture that counts.

Xe errs here and there, going back to Wales for a short while before leaving for Sudan. Xe spends weeks there working on unveiling some of the horrors of the civil war, excruciating work that xe is not sure xe will ever do again. Months pass. Summer turns into autumn, and into winter again, like in Argentina.

Xe receives a message.

It’s from Near. He’s asking for advice. Which isn’t strange, he’s done that before, but Mello never answered and just changed xer number, though that never seemed to stop him.

This time, Mello answers.

There’s nothing like losing someone to make sure you’ll remember those who stay.

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delicatelyherdreams · 6 years

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Teardrops on Lashes (Part 9)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: After the Chitauri invaded New York and nearly ended your life, you moved to Bucharest to get away from the superhero stuff. You simply wanted an uneventful, ordinary life. But when a stranger moves into the apartment next to yours, you begin to question those aspirations and choose to risk it all for love.

Warnings: language

Word Count: 2382

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Previous: Part 8

Next: Part 10

You were regretting life at that moment.

It was December 31 at around 11:30 at night, and you were absolutely exhausted. Some part of you had thought it’d be a good idea to invite Nicole and her family over to celebrate the new year.

You wanted to punch that part of you in the face.

“Luca! Get off the table!” you shrieked as you shot forward to catch the little boy who was wobbling dangerously close to the edge of your table.

The boy laughed as he continued to walk around, balancing himself as he went. The sugar high was obviously kicking in.

You wrapped your arms around his waist and lifted him up. “Nicoooolllleeee!” you whined. “Get your kid!” You lifted the squirming child off the table and held him out towards your friend.

She was already holding a squirming Alexi as she turned towards you apologetically. “I’m sorry, (y/n). I didn’t realize how much candy they had gotten into.” She handed Alexi off to Andrei as she walked over to take Luca from you. She put on her “mother face” as you liked to call it and glared at Luca. “You can’t get on our furniture like that so what makes you think you can get on Auntie (y/n)’s?”

Luca pouted. “But Mooom!”

She gave him a silencing stare as she set him down. “He’s just happy to be awake. It’s way past his usual bedtime so this is very exciting for him.”

Bucky chuckled from his spot on the couch. Tearing his gaze away from your TV that was displaying an American news channel that was broadcasting Times Square and it’s new year’s celebration to match your time. “Just let him run around, he’ll tire himself out.”

You turned to glare at him. “Run around? Not a chance. The last time he was on a sugar rush this bad, I had to buy a new dining set.”

He chuckled and the sound brought a smile to your face.

Much to your delight, you’d seen change in him over the last three months since you had started dating. For one thing, he was visibly more comfortable around you, especially when it came to his arm. He still refused to allow anybody to see it, even Nicole and Andrei who had gotten him to smile more around them. But, when it was just the two of you, he’d be comfortable with taking off his gloves and jacket and letting the metal gleam and occasionally blind you when the sun shone just right on it. Granted, it had take a lot of assuring on your part that you didn’t hate it and loved it just as much as you loved the rest of him, but it had worked. He was still a little wary of letting you near it or touch it, but it was a start. With his walls around his arm coming down, so did the walls creating his stoic and closed off demeanor. Beneath all the gruff and icy looks, was a really kind, energetic, and smart individual.

It shocked you just how smart and good with numbers he was. You had been having a difficult time with some equations needed to finish a line of code for the security system you had been working on for Cyrotechnics and he swooped in, solving it in ten seconds flat with a square inch of scrap paper for his work. When you interrogated him about his sudden math genius, he answered simply saying he’d needed to be good at it for his last profession. What this profession was, he didn’t say and you didn’t feel like prying.

But, needless to say, you did start to go to him when you had some difficulties after he revealed his smarts to you.

He was quite funny too, always bringing a round of sarcastic humor with him whenever he visited, especially arm related humor. He was armed with humor, as he phrased it. So far he was trying to convince you that his puns were all-right and dandy, and although the puns were getting ridiculous, you didn’t comment on it because it amused you to see this new side of Bucky. He’d even started to make jokes around Nicole and Andrei.

Bucky grinned up at you. “Don’t worry doll. If there are any broken dining sets I can help you fix it or move a new one in. It is sort of my job.”

You rolled your eyes as you plopped down onto the couch next to him. You sighed as you rested your head on his shoulder, the chill from the metal seeping through his clothing and cooling your head. “I don’t care if it’s your job, I don’t want to have to buy a new one.”

He snaked his arm around your waist. “Then I’ll buy you one.”

Andrei, who was sitting on Bucky’s other side, mocked a gag. “You two are so sweet you’re going to give me a cavity,” he complained. He turned to look at Nicole. “Why did we agree to this again?”

“Because it’s new year’s and (y/n) invited us.” She grinned and looked at the clock. “Just a few more minutes until it’s the brand new year. Is there anything you guys are looking forward to?”

Andrei beamed. “I’m looking forward to another year with my family. And maybe, getting a new addition.” He smirked at Nicole.

Your head snapped in the direction of your best friend. “A new what?”

Nicole shot a glare at her husband. “He’s been teasing me about having another baby, and I told him that once he starts helping around with the chores and stuff, then we can think about it.”

Andrei chuckled. “I think it’d be a good idea. It’d give us a reason to get a bigger place, maybe move into a house.” He smiled wistfully. “We could do it, you know. We’ve saved up enough for a down payment, and Jack was talking about giving me that promotion and a raise.”

You looked between them, a soft smile covering your lips. “I know an excellent mover if you guys decide to.” You jerked your head subtly in Bucky’s direction.

“And I won’t even charge you,” he added with a grin.

Nicole chuckled. “We appreciate that, James.”

You breathed a chuckle as you stood up. “I’m going to get more chips,” you announced, not like it really mattered what you were going to do. The apartment was small enough that no matter where you went, they could practically see you. You walked away from the couch towards the kitchen where Liza was sitting, binging on the vegetable tray you had bought. You smiled at her as you made your way to the pantry. “Hey kiddo,” you greeted. “You having a good time?”

She nodded, looking up from the TV screen in the other room. “It’s nice to stay up all night.” She grinned at you.

You nodded your agreement. “That, and it’s good to have you all over again. It’s been too long.”

She bobbed her head, popping a carrot into her mouth.

Of all of Nicole’s kids, Liza was probably the one you felt the most attached to. She had been born before you got to Romania, but she was the one who took an instant liking to you. Being ten at the time, she was starting to venture out of her family’s social circle and making her own friends. She had seen you struggling up the stairs holding a box that blocked your sight and immediately moved to help guide you up the remaining flights. From there, she helped you bring up the smaller things you had despite you warning her that she shouldn’t be so open and inviting to strangers. She had waved you off, simply stating that you seemed harmless enough, especially since you couldn’t carry up your own furniture. She was actually the one who introduced you to Nicole. She had pulled you by the hand after you had moved the last box in, insisting that her mother had to meet her new friend.

You smiled fondly at the memory and pulled open the pantry door.

“Hey Auntie,” she called out from her perch.

You raised your head as you dug into the food for the bag of chips. “Hmm?”

“Are you going to marry James and make him our uncle?”

You nearly choked on your spit as you pulled your head out of the pantry. “Am I going to what?”

She shrugged. “You know. Is he going to be our uncle?”

Your eyes flickered towards Bucky still sitting on the couch. “I-I don’t know, sweetie. What makes you ask that?”

She pursed her lips. “I don’t know. You guys always seem to be spending time with each other, and the way he looks at you is the way Dad looks at Mom so I just thought you guys’ll end up getting married and he’ll be our new uncle.”

No flipping way. It was no secret that Andrei and Nicole were in love in love. High school sweethearts, they’d been with each other for decades, and had never once questioned their loyalty to each other. Theirs was the kind of love you read about in the books: the kind that’s unconditional and everlasting, written in the heavens and sealed with stone. You had always envied them and craved the kind of love they had because they were the ones that made you believe in soulmates and that everyone had the one for them.

If Bucky was looking at you the way Andrei looked at Nicole, and it was so obvious that a thirteen-year-old could see it, just what was it he felt about you? You turned your head to look at Bucky, your eyes examining all of him anxiously as you tried to decipher what the looks could mean.

“Oh! It’s starting!” Liza shrieked as she scrambled from her spot in the kitchen to get a good spot at the TV.

You tore your gaze from Bucky’s eyes to see what the commotion was, and, sure enough, the ball had begun its decent ten seconds to midnight.

10...

Some time in all the chaos of trying to get a good spot , Bucky snuck his way over to your side, his hand settling down on your waist and turning you to face him.

9...

You looked up at him, your brows furrowed in confusion but enjoying how close his body was to yours.

8...

You could feel his warmth radiating off his body in waves, and it was nice.

7...

You could feel his eyes boring into your skull, and you lifted your gaze to meet his. His eyes were so intense, more so than you had ever seen them.

6...

“Bucky?” you asked in a whisper, your head tilting to the side and your lips parting slightly.

5...

He took another small step closer, his scent enveloping you and making your head spin with its strength. You were reminded as to why you had been tempted to steal his jackets over the past few months.

4...

He glanced down at your lips, his eyes begging for permission.

3...

You nodded your head slowly, silently.

2...

He lifted his hand up, resting it at the junction where your neck met your jawline. His large hand caressed your face lovingly.

1...

Just as the ball finished its drop, Bucky closed the distance between you, covering your lips with his own in a loving and cherishing kiss. It was full of passion and heartache as he pulled you closer, needing you with him, right there and then as the new year began.

You responded fully, embracing him through the kiss. Your arms subconsciously wrapped around his torso, pulling him in so his chest touched yours, as your eyes fluttered shut.

The arm around your waist tightened ever so slightly and the hand on your neck pulled you in, deepening the kiss as his teeth nipped cautiously at your bottom lip.

You parted your lips slightly, half needing to take a breath, half wanting to give him permission to do what he wanted.

He took advantage of your open mouth, his tongue slipping through the gap.

It felt weird, that was for damn sure, but it was so passionate you didn’t even mind. All you could focus on was the here and now, being in his arms and knowing you were loved as he kissed you so hungrily. You couldn’t even find the words to describe what you were feeling. Warmth filled your mind and fireworks went off in your abdomen, and the elation was like nothing you had known before.

You only pulled away from him when you heard a mixture of joyful and disgusted noises. You turned your head to see where they were coming from, and your face immediately flushed with embarrassment.

Nicole and Andrei were laughing with glee, giving shouts of “Finally,” and “Good for you!” while their children, especially Luca, were all gagging and mock-vomiting at the sight of your little kissing scene.

“Oh shit,” you mumbled with a laugh as you buried your face in Bucky’s chest.

His body shook with flustered laughter as he wrapped both his arms around your torso in a hug. You felt him lean down and press a gentle kiss to your hair.

Nicole laughed at your flustered appearance. “Freaking finally! Andrei, you owe me twenty leu!”

Andrei’s happy demeanor melted in place of a groan. “Shit! You guys couldn’t have waited another day?” He reached into his pocket and pulled out some bills to pay his wife.

You turned to face the couple. “Excuse me?”

Nicole grinned, her chest puffed up proudly. “We’ve been betting on when James here would finally buck up the courage and kiss you. I said he’d do it on new year’s like the cheesy, cliche sap his is...”

“And I said there was no way he’d grow a pair before then,” Andrei muttered. “Dammit, James, you couldn’t have waited just a little bit longer?”

Bucky’s arms tightened, pulling you closer to him if that was even possible. “No, I couldn’t.” He smiled down at you, and leaned down once more to place a kiss on your lips.

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tonystarktogo · 6 years

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Five Times The Avengers Didn’t Hunt Down Dean Winchester (And The One Time Thor Threw Him A Party)

[This will be familiar to those of you who read my first post that inspired this whole story. I rewrote parts of it though, so I hope you enjoy it anyways!]

Three

“Do you believe in magic?” Madelene – Tony’s favourite babysitter to date – asks him curiously, her hands diligently smoothing out the wrinkles on his shirt, and there’s a softness in her sad eyes as she looks down at him that makes them light up oh-so prettily.

Tony shakes his head wildly because he hates standing still. Because he knows from caustic remarks and dismissive eye rolls that it’s the answer his father expects him to give.

Staring at the surveillance tapes of a strange man in the odd, roman-or-something-equally-out-of-date get-up with a glowing staff causing havoc in Germany, Tony says the only thing that comes to mind:

“I fucking hate magic.”

The kid can’t be a day older than fourteen, but he holds the gun in his hands like he’s been born to. His grip doesn’t waver once. There is blood running down his temple, caking strands of his short, blonde hair against his head. A colourful ring of bruises is forming along his throat, clearly visible against the pale skin, and Tony wishes deeply he didn’t know exactly how the kid has gotten them. Wishes he hadn’t been forced to stand by and watch it happen.

Tony tries not to read too much into that. Guilt isn’t going to help either of them right now, and frankly, he’s got bigger things to worry about than his unusually rebellious consciousness.

The kid is throw backwards against the wall with a pained groan – Tony carefully doesn’t think about the possibility of spinal cord damage, carefully doesn’t think about the fact that it’s a windless day and there is no logical explanation for the kid’s sudden flight besides something he really doesn’t believe in. The kid’s still holding on to his gun with admirable stubbornness, but it’s pretty clear from his grimace that he’s in pain. Tony has the odd urge to push the kid behind him, to shield him somehow from the crazed bitch trying to kill them both.

He carefully doesn’t think about that either. Focuses on the murderous bitch instead because Tony Stark doesn’t have a selfless, protective bone in his body, thank you very much.

Tony Stark does however have the wonderful talent to get under people’s skin and piss them off beyond reason or measure. He’d brag about it, if it wasn’t exactly this particular gift of his that has apparently drawn the wrath of his newest, and as of now most dangerous stalker.

Then again, he might die in the next minute, so there really is no time for false modesty. If nothing else, Tony makes a kick-ass distraction.

Behind the witch-bitch – and yes, some rational part of Tony’s mind still shies away from the inevitable conclusion – the kid manages to get himself into an upright position again. It looks like a strenuous, painful process.

Tony would wince in sympathy, but he’s a little busy screaming his lungs out. Possibly literally, if the tearing pain in his chest is anything to go by.

Once again, the kid pulls the trigger. Hits his mark with deadly accuracy. The bitch stumbles, but doesn’t fall.

Tony kinda wishes he’d black out now. It seems like as good a moment as any.

“Fucking witches!” the kid snarls between his shots, and there’s a hatred years too old for his appearance in those words.

Rhodey laughs. It’s a real laugh, working its way out from deep within, loud and boisterous. The sound settles over Tony like a thick, warm blanket, shielding him against the cold and easing the the knot of tension that’s been sitting in his chest for weeks now, hidden behind the arc reactor, where no one can reach it.

Until this very moment, Tony had forgotten how much he’s missed that laugh.

“Come on, Pepper.” Rhodey grins teasingly. There are crinkles of amusement and affection around the corners of his eyes, and Tony would make a joke about old age catching up with them if the sight of it didn’t make the words catch in the back of his throat. “There’s no such thing as magic.”

Pepper grins, cheeks flushed from the cold and the two flutes of champagne. She looks more relaxed than Tony has seen her since he first stepped off that plane, eyes sparkling, a few strands of hair loosened by the evening breeze, and all the more beautiful for it.

Even Natalie’s lips twitch into a slight smile that Tony thinks might actually be genuine. He can’t be sure though – and he sure as hell isn’t going to say anything about it.

“Alright, alright.” Pepper concedes with a shake of her head. She doesn’t look embarrassed, only exasperated by the lack of support from her company. “All I’m saying is, it’s a nice thought.”

“I suppose.” Rhodey shrugs, like he doesn’t much care one way or another but is willing to indulge her all the same. He has never seen the use of losing yourself in the aching what-ifs. Sometimes Tony envies his best friend’s steadfast hold on reality and how he’s still smiling so genuinely despite it.

Tony doesn’t smile. Tony doesn’t say anything at all.

“So.” Tony clears his throat. Ignores the burning in his chest, the rawness of his throat that speaks of too much undignified, though perfectly justified screaming. Being quiet doesn’t come easy to him. “Witches, huh?”

The kid peers up at him from where he’s kneeling over the bitch’s body – and crazy as it sounds, Tony could swear it wasn’t the seven bullets the kid put in her chest that brought her down but the odd, handmade bracelet he managed to get around her ankle at some point, except for how that makes no sense at all. He looks way too used to dealing with dead bodies for a kid that can’t have finished high school for Tony’s comfort, and his hazel eyes are hard with a wariness Tony is all-too familiar with. For a moment, he thinks the kid is going to snap. Shoot him maybe or, hell, mind-magic his memories away the way Tony’s day is going. But then the kid sighs, head bowed, shoulders drooping in exhaustion, and he looks so fucking young .

“Yeah.” the kid mumbles, “Witches.”

Followed by Tony’s least favourite words in the world. “Among other things.”

“Sir, may I advise you to cut back on your drinking? The alcohol poisoning in your blood is approaching a Protocol Shutdown level,” JARVIS states calmly.

Tony doesn’t bother acknowledging him – or the pointed, non-judgmental tone of voice that makes him feel very judged, for that matter. His gaze stays fixated on the screen in front of him, where he watches the too-familiar face of a total stranger smile a deranged, blood-thirsty,familiar smile. Tony has lost track of how often he’s watched the footage of the massacre a while ago. Often enough to no longer flinch at the screams and the laughter, at least.

The content remains the same, unchanged, tragedy forever repeating itself on the various surfaces of Tony’s workshop. Sam and Dean Winchester publicly gun down twenty-seven civilians in full view of various security cameras. Brutally and clearly enjoying every second of it.

Tony feels sick.

It feels like his entrails have melted together into one big, malevolent, puddle of dangerously bubbling goo. The murders aren’t the worst Tony has ever seen, not by far. Thanks to JARVIS’ hobby of hacking SHIELD, Tony has a very clear idea (and the examples to back it up) on just how far human depravity can really go. Compared to some of the torturous fates he has seen in files, these deaths aren’t particularly spectacular.

Of course, it’s not so much the manner in which the people were killed as the identity of the men pulling the triggers that’s bothering Tony. Their terrible pleasure in the face of the destruction they cause.

Everything he is, everything that defines the man he’s so desperately trying to become, screams for him to get into his suit and hunt these sick fuckers down. To eradicate them from existence. Give the poor families of those victims the only peace of mind that is left to give.

Tony feels sick.

Everything he was, everything about the man he so desperately doesn’t want to be anymore, rallies against that plan, refuses to accept the truth that so clearly plays out in front of his eyes. Remembers a kid with too-steady hands and too-knowing eyes, asking him “You’re gonna believe me? Just like that?” with the bitter disbelief of someone who has forgotten what it means to be trusted – has never learned it in the first place.

And what had Tony done? When faced with a kid rambling on about what was at best a rich imagination gone out-of-control, at worst the indication of a serious mental illness? Tony had been a hypocrite. Tony had denounced every rule he lived by, still lives by, had discarded everything he knows to be true, refused the logical actions that should have been taken.

Tony had been twenty-two and he’d looked into Dean Winchester’s eyes and he had believed. There had been no logic, no rational explanation to justify his actions. Not when he’d shaken a fourteen year old boy’s hand. Not when he’d let JARVIS ‘misfile’ a couple of outstanding warrants. There is no explanation now either, as he watches the footage rewind and start over once more.

Tony feels sick.

There’s a chance – a very real chance – that this is a frame-up. God knows, there’s enough fucked-up shit out there that could pull something like this off. Enough fucked-up shit with the motivation to go after these two men in particular too. And sure, Tony’s already checked the footage for the most common ones. The easy explanation that would ease the ache in his chest that makes the arc reactor feel ten times more heavy than usual. But there’s probably other stuff out there, things that no video content analysis in the world will be able to prove.

Still.

There is a chance – no matter how small, no matter how much he hates to admit even this much – that this is real. Tony knows the numbers. He’s damn good with numbers.

There’s no way to know for sure.

What it comes down to is something Tony hates, something he despises with his very being, something he doesn’t believe in, something insufficient and flat, something insubstantial and unreasonable. What it comes down to is faith.

And the worst part, the absolute worst part is, Tony knows what he’s going to do. He knows it with a certainty that scares him, terrifies him, makes him sick on his stomach. Because he can’t know for sure and this is a risk that can’t be taken, a token of faith that can’t be granted, not with twenty-seven innocent lives. Not by Iron Man. Not by a hero.

But Tony Stark was never recommended for the pretty save-the-world-in-spandex-club – and maybe, underneath the still smarting wounds, the calculation and the manipulation, there was an actual reason for that.

“You’re gonna believe me? Just like that?”

“JARVIS,” Tony says, manages to keep his voice as steady as he once watched Dean hold his gun, all those years ago, despite the heavy taste of whiskey on his tongue. “Enable Protocol Ghost. Targets are Sam and Dean Winchester and that trench coat guy, what’s-his-name. And the car. Parameters include all intelligence agencies, social networks, hell, fucking WhatsApp. And get rid off those pesky APBs. Oh, and anything SHIELD has on these guys? Wipe it. No one’s getting anything on these guys that I haven’t personally approved of, got it?”

“Understood, sir.” Then, after a beat of silence. “Sir… are you certain this is the course of action you wish to take?”

Tony closes his eyes. He thinks of twenty-seven dead civilians. Thinks of their families who’ll never get the justice they deserve. Thinks of a kid with green eyes that doesn’t expect to be trusted. Thinks of the names of every soldier that got killed by his own weapons. Thinks of mythical forces he doesn’t believe in and religious constructs he has no use for.

And he makes his choice.

His resolve does nothing to combat the sick feeling in his stomach.

“Hey kid, if you ever… Just, you know. I owe you one.”

“Look, keep your cash and whatever. I was just doing my job.”

Tony Stark doesn’t believe in faith.

But he believes in Dean Winchester.

He believes in settling his debts.

Next up: Bruce

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randomnessunicorn-imagine · 6 years

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💜 King Dice x Reader 💜

{ Oh, and I wrote this one, finally, yey-! If I had had one euro for every time I sneered while I was writing it, I would be super rich but I had fun with this. Then, I thank Lana Del Rey because I was listening to her music during the writing and she always gives me so many sensations, she inspires me so much, I adore her~ Here, the reader has no gender so you can imagine them as a girl or as a boy or even as a unicorn or an asexual entity, your business! The same can be applied to Dice, it can be his regular version or the human version or whatever, all it’s your decision. Good reading!

If you like this story, you could leave a comment because it would help me.

Or you can read it on AO3 }

Pairing: King Dice x Neutral! Reader. Rating: SFW ( Romantic Fluff & Stuff )

🎲 Seductive Fate 🎲

His eyes were like chains that immobilised you without any touch. Only a glance was necessary to make you shiver and, in his eyes, you just appeared as a little prey. An innocent and confused fawn that maybe should have escaped as soon as possible. Your bones still did not move and your mind was wandering across desolated lands of perturbation. These lands were intangible since your body was in a place you did not know and you asked yourself how you ended up here. You were lost, totally. «What are your Bambi eyes searching for? », even his voice was alluring despite the fact that you had no idea who he was and maybe you should have stayed in your blissful ignorance. As if you lost your memory, you just shook your shoulders, unable to speak. The feeble and wise voice in your head told you not to answer and ignore his attention and go away but, just like a stupid child, you replied with a quiet tone of voice, «Uhm… My friend… ». Yes, you were searching for your friend, and your memory came back with your preoccupations since you had no idea where he was and you promised to your best friend that you would have brought him home since he was reckless and he got himself in trouble so often. Your friend had the brilliant idea to spend his free time and his money in a Casino for mysterious reasons, since it was his eighteenth birthday and he wanted to do something wild, you were just some months older than he was. You just hoped to find him before it could be too late and maybe you were not fit to do the babysitter especially for a not so adult person like him but you were sure that maturity was more a mental thing than a question of age. You did not feel so mature this moment. These thoughts have occupied your head for a little time, until the mysterious man spoke again, «So, you’re all alone now… I’ve never seen you here before, otherwise I certainly would remember. », he smirked, half closing his eyes that were still studying you and you could admit that you felt a little uncomfortable but, at the same time, very attracted as if this man was a siren that was chanting a delightful melody and you were a lost sailor at the mercy of the dangerous waves and his deadly charm. «These are not the kinds of places I’m used to frequent. », you answered with a note of cynicism, as you did not want to be compared with all the irresponsible persons who were here, who were losing their mind and dignity with all these vicious games. Dice just giggled at your manifestation of integrity even if your cheeks were still burning because of the embarrassment. Posing a hand over his mouth, he said, « There's always a first for everything, even for visiting places like this. », he looked for your gaze but you just escaped from his eyes because you did not want to be trapped so you tried staring in other directions or the crowd around you. «I’d think you want to be my guide. », maybe you were not that naïve or so stupid to believe in the kindness of a stranger. In fact, you were naïve for real but you wanted to appear confident and wary because the danger was under the corner… Or in front of you. «I would be glad but such a rude host I am, I’ve not even present myself to this graceful creature. », his voice was deep and cheerful that a shiver crossed your spine and you blinked your eyes, sighed. He continued, saying, «My name is King Dice and yours, darling? », he asked with his usual charm. Then, with an infinite grace, he grabbed your hand and with his lips he almost touched the back of it, as if a butterfly posed on your hand so delicate and fleeting that you lost some seconds to contemplate his gesture. Your hand was just so squishy and warm, he could perceive its softness under his gloves and he felt a little blue leaving it. Hands were one of his favourite parts of a body, one of those things he saw first. Dice loved admiring their features, size, if they were cared of, polished, or jewelled and every detail that made him wondering about the type of person before him. With melancholy, he left your hand exhibiting the usual elegance that characterized him, and even you felt a little blue, you already missed his delicate touch. It was the first time someone gave you this kind of attention and, despite he was a stranger, the sensation of being desired by someone was so enjoyable that a sweet smile appeared on your face and even Dice returned your same smile. With a timid voice, since you were still embarrassed for his gallant behaviour, you presented yourself declaring your name and his eyes got brighter as if he heard something wonderful. «So, dearest, let me be your guide. », proposed Dice and he seemed so motivated to be your knight this night but then a pungent thought hit your mind and you remembered something important. «I don’t know… I’ve to find my friend… », but Dice did not give up so easily, so he just looked at you with an expression of sorrow, he was so desolated hearing this from you. You and him have already met and you were breaking his heart so early, cruel of you. «Oh, such a shame. I don’t think your friend would catch himself in trouble, let him have his fun. », he suggested, exhibiting a gentle smile and maybe you did not have to worry so much about your friend who was still an adult and he could take care of himself alone, he was not a child anymore. To convince you further, «Maybe you should relax yourself a little more, dear. You seem so nervous and tense. Let’s go somewhere else more intimate, what do you think? », gallantly, he offered his arm so he could accompany you arm in arm across the corridors and other mysterious areas of the Casino since this place was truly very crowded and you needed more peace for your head that was getting heavier. Without saying a word, as if you were completely enchanted, you just nodded, grabbing his arm and his smile just went wide. Your friend was not the only one allowed to do something crazy this night and you had the right to have some fun as well. «Then, a lovely sweetheart like you can’t be alone in a beautiful night like this. », he said, nodding slowly as he accompanied you in a more peaceful place where you two could be alone. Even the murmurs, as you strolled, got lower and far away until they became ancient echoes. Walking with him was like dancing because his moves were graceful but firm and you could not escape from his grip, not that you were trying to do it. Despite some stares that looked through your direction that were coloured of envy and jealousy because everyone wanted to be in your shoes right now but you just ignored them concentrating yourself in the study of his high and willowy figure. «You’re very gentle and gallant… », you just spoke without thinking and you still asked yourself why this man was so kind with you since there were so many interesting and succulent preys to catch since you did not possess all that money to throw away in some Casino’s games. There would be another reason of his kindness, maybe. «I’m a gentleman, after all. », King smirked and there were no more envy eyes to study your moves since the two of you were all alone, nearby a mysterious door. «Uhm… I bet you act like this with all the new guests. », Dice looked at you with an expression of curiosity, laughing softly, and then he posed his hand on the doorknob. He looked at you with malice, saying, «Oh, you’d lose this bet, darling. I may say I’m an excellent… Observer. », and then he opened the door, taking you by the hand and you perceived that warm feeling again as your hands touched. Automatically, you grabbed his hand letting him to guide you inside the room that seemed the chamber of a real king. Everything looked so expensive and elegant that you remained enchanted to admire every element of this room for several minutes like if you were a visitor of an art museum. You just lost yourself contemplating the big and lavish chandelier that fell down from the ceiling coloured by a light tone of lilac, the refined wall decorated with arabesques that seemed came from another epoch, not to mention the majestic pictures that hanged on the wall that represented wealthy and notorious aristocratics and sovereigns. You felt so miserable and little in front of this richness, this was not your element. With only one of those pictures, if you would have sold him, you would have paid the bills of all this year and it was quite unfair. Dice, noting your discomfort, just asked, «Why so blue, dear? », he seemed a little worried but his smile kept shining brighter than the light that came from that gigantic chandelier. You moaned, shaking your shoulders, «Uhm… No, it’s fine, everything is so… Wealthy, it’s pretty impressing… Surreal… », surely, these persons did not know what financial trouble meant, and you have not even seen a banknote of 500$ in all your life so you could not even imagine what true prosperity was. «Ah, don’ feel uncomfortable, darling, and remember: true richness comes from soul and not from your bank balance. », the tone he used this time was paternal and sweet and maybe he saw something in you, or in your soul, that could be precious and, most of all, priceless since money could not buy everything. After all, he has already said to be a great observer and you could imagine so many things by this sentence. Then, gently, he posed his hand on your cheek, caressing you, «You don’t have to envy them, sweetie, the only thing they possessed was money, since their souls were so vacant… », his touch was so delicate and, despite the gloves that covered his hands, you were able to feel his warmth on your skin. Your cheeks were burning, as red as two strawberries, and he found it very tender. Maybe his gestures were finalised to make you embarrassed and, since you were not complaining, he persisted in his mission. «Uhm… So, is this the reason you approached me…? », it could be an answer or an affirmation, you were not so sure about it, so you just supposed Dice was attracted by your humility, since, by your clothes and attitudes, everyone could say you did not belong to this world made of pageantry and elegance. «It could be fate… Or luck, who knows, my dear? », with his thumb, King caressed your cheekbone, and another tremor crossed your spine, your face was not only red but also warm, and you hoped he did not notice it so much but, maybe, he did because he would have not acted so caring and seductive if you were not so easy to frustrate. With only a soft touch, Dice was able to make you melt like soft ice cream under the burning sun. And he did not answer at your question, mysteries and some little lies had to be taken into consideration with this man. You were not going to be alone this night, at least. For one night, someone would love you, even if it was not mean to last, and if it was fake, it did not matter. This warm feeling was so suave and delicate and, even if it was some false love, you wanted him to hug you telling you all those sweet little things and you would have donated to him everything, for this night. Only one night. Anyway, you did not confess this to him, since you did not desire to appear like a desperate who begged for some pieces of affection. With another caress, he moved away a lock of your morbid hair behind your hair, «Oh, even melancholy looks beautiful on you, dear. », said Dice, smirking and then he escorted you, still holding your hand, towards a luxurious bed and, even if he found you so lovely wearing that melancholy, he intended to help you to get rid of it. Because your smile was lovelier than this, a sad face was so unfair. His hands laid on your hips, and he took a seat on the bed inviting you to sit down on his lap, and you found yourself so flattered but also so dazed, your face was still a flame and he chuckled. «You’re so agitated, just relax with me. », and King invited you again to lay on his knee and you just gave up and, with some timidity, you followed his moves and he welcomed you in a soft embrace, caressing your skin and the distance between his face and yours was so feeble. From your mouth escaped a soft gasp and he just smiled maliciously keeping messaging your back and shoulders with his expert and lascivious hands. There was no way you were not going to relax under his sweet touch and attentions and you felt so spoiled and comfortable that, without even realize, you closed your eyes, laying your head on his shoulder as if you were about to fall asleep. «I said relaxed and not sleeping, that’s adorable. », Dice whispered in your ear, playing with your hair, and you moaned and then your heart got beating faster when his lips touched the skin of your neck, it was a delicate touch, something so tender, not a real kiss, and Dice was just breathing your fragrance that he found paradisiac. From his mouth came out little whispers, «I like your perfume… I wonder if I may take a taste…», and the lechery in his voice became more evident and even his role of gentleman was changing in something more allusive and sinful. A sin that you were not going to regret. His delicate kiss on your neck became a gentle bite of love and from your lips came out sighs of pleasure and confusion since he took you unprepared. «Don’t be afraid, darling. Trust me, I’d never hurt you. », he almost purred in your ear and you answered with other moans and he chuckled in response at your reaction. You just did not know what to say, your heart was at his mercy. Your body was melting under his soft touch as he caressed the back of your head, keeping whispering sweet nothing in your ears and he was even able to perceive your skin that was shivering thanks to his gestures and this was miraculous. The embarrassment you perceived was incalculable and you could not do anything to stop your heart that thumped faster and faster until your chests touched each other and he could feel your beat so close to him. «Are your little heart beating for me? », he smirked, seductively, kissing your clavicle, with the delicacy of a dragonfly that flew at the water’s edge. In response, you bit your lip, holding a gasp, because all seemed surreal and you could not resist anymore. In your mind, a fog made of passion took possession of your rationality and, despite that smart and wise little voice inside your head said to you not to be deceived because he was just tricking you with his gentle and luxurious ways, and you needed to cool your brain until it was too late. No, listening to that voice was impossible and the only words that came out from your lips were translated by him as an encouragement. What was the sense to stop, if you were having so much fun? Dice took your chin between his thumb and forefinger, lifting it, so he could looked you in the eyes, and he asked, «Would you like me to continue?», seeing you so timid, maybe it was more appropriate to ask since he was still a gentleman and he did not mean to traumatize you. The answer was so clear, you already knew what you wanted and that little voice was dead so there was no one who would have stopped you, not even your consciousness. With some more determination, you nodded, confessing, «Truly, I’d love it! », your voice was warm and low, and his eyes went wide and he was the one now to feel seduced by your Bambi eyes, as he has defined them when you two met before. He showed to you a half smile, questioning, «Would you donate me a little kiss, my dear? », and the two of you were still staring in each other eyes, he was too direct that you were taken unprepared but you could expect everything from this man. You knew what he meant, but you just acted innocently, he could not be the only one to play, so you got closer to him, giving him a sweet but ephemeral kiss on the cheek and his expression became astonished but amused since it was something lovely. Then, his embrace embedded you, the warm feeling got stronger, but he decided to play a little dirtier and he took you by surprise again, stealing you a real kiss so your mouths touched each other. He whispered between your lips some compliments, and your breaths melted each other and you did the same, whispering his name with adoration. This kiss was sweet and slow, a little taste of passion, and you, getting closer to him, posed your hands on his shoulders desiring to hug him so he pressed you against his chest letting the two of you falling on the queen-size bed like two feathers that flew in the wind. You fell over him, as a lightweight, and he remained staring at you as if you were a celestial creature come from up above, caressing your cheek with his forefinger and you could admit that you felt in Paradise. His finger, from your face, moved to the bottom of your body, as if he was drawing something on your skin, he reached your neck and your chest, while with the other hand he was dragging you to him until the distance between you and him was null. This time, you kissed him, the innocence of before abandoned you so he smiled, kissing you and touching the skin under your shirt, as he tried to undress you. His kisses became harsher, he bit your lips, licking them and you followed his rhythmic as you lost your breath. Feeling his touches on your back, you gasped and he took the opportunity to taste in more depth your mouth with his tongue while he moved his body, changing the position, to put you under him this time so you could not escape anymore. Dice encircled your face with his hands, showered you with kisses, this gesture of affection made you blush even more and you just felt so desired and protected, you have never felt something like this before, a sensation of tenderness and warmth that you could not explain to yourself but everything appeared so perfect but a little painful, you sighed. Maybe you just wanted this not to end. Noticing your melancholy, that was come back without any reason –or maybe it was just nostalgia for this moment that was not over yet but you missed it yet-, he said softly, «Oh, no, dear, don’t be emotional, there’s no reason to be blue. », despite he thought you were so lovely with those watery eyes. He caressed with his thumb your cheekbone, and you felt a little guilty. «No, I’m not sad. », you were just unable to contain your endless joy so you said, «I’m not used to this, I mean… To be so… Pampered… », his expression seemed confused as if he did not believe it. «Oh, darling, that’s bad! Luckily, I’m here! », and maybe Dice was glad about it, so you had nothing to complain since you were still the most envied person in this huge casino. Maybe you would frequent this place more often and you could not imagine that the fun could be so diversified and this kind of fun did not dislike you at all. While you were lost in your thoughts, he started devouring you with harsh kisses in your neck, as he bit and lick you, you breathed hardly, and even other parts of your body were shivering as your hunger for him became difficult to tolerate and King could continue for hours to make you suffer like this. Your desires had to be expressed, he wanted you to confess your sin. «What do you want me to do, sweetie, uhm? », maybe Dice just desired being the one at your mercy now- or make you believe it-, but it would have been fine for both anyway. This was an opportunity that came from Heaven, it was true luck so you could not waste an occasion like this. Actually, there were so many things you wanted him to do but maybe it was going too far and you should have left some moments for another occasion and do not consume all his curiosity towards you. You had not to be greedy so you confessed, «Would you hug me, please? It’s all I need… », your voice did not hide double meanings and, perhaps, it was what you truly searched for this night. Not some lust, but some affection, even if it came from a stranger, it could fill your empty heart someway. Even Dice felt touched and softened hearing your request, so he caressed your head, kissing your cheek, and he embraced you tightly, as if he was protecting you from some monsters or malevolent entities and it was something sweeter than malicious. In some way, even Dice himself felt a real feeling of warmth in his broken soul that he has never perceived before. As much as it could be ephemeral, it was meant to last in your heart, this sensation of infinite fondness was so comfortable and pleasing that you found your smile again and even King noticed it and he kissed your forehead tenderly, it seemed he was addicted from kissing you but you were, too. Anyway, he did not want to force you and he could admit that he liked this moment being sweet and innocent, it was so rare feeling this kind of sentiment in a cursed place like this so he would have kept this memory jealously in his mind. The memory of you.

>>> SECOND PART <<<

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67 Short Pieces of Advice You Didn’t Ask For

I read this list today (link in the title) and I couldn’t NOT share it with my followers. Some sound advice here, guys! [I bolded the ones I strongly agreed with lol]

1. Ignore 1-star and 5-star reviews of books, hotels and products. The 3-star reviews will answer all your questions.

2. When you’re a host, use that experience to learn how to be a better guest, and vice-versa.

3. If you want to be fit, become someone who doesn’t skip or reschedule workouts. Skipping workouts is always the beginning of the end.

4. Learn keyboard shortcuts. If you don’t know what CTRL + Z does, your life is definitely harder than it has to be.

5. Become a stranger’s secret ally, even for a few minutes. Your perception of strangers in general will change.

6. Get over the myth that philosophy is boring — it has a history of changing lives. It’s only as boring as the person talking about it.

7. If you’re about to put down a boring a non-fiction book, skim the rest of it before you move on. Read the bits that still appeal to you.

8. Ask yourself if you’ve become a relationship freeloader. Initiate the plans about half the time.

9. Notice how much you talk in your head, and experiment with listening to your surroundings instead. You can’t do both at the same time.

10. Reach out to people you know are shy. It’s hard for them to get involved in social things without somebody making a point of including them.

11. Learn the difference between something that makes you feel bad, and something that’s wrong. A thing can feel bad and be right, and it can feel good and be wrong.

12. If you need to stop for any reason in a public place, move off to the side first.

13. Before you share an interesting “fact” on Facebook, take thirty seconds to Google it first, to see if you’re spreading made-up bullshit.

14. Clean things up right away, unless your messes tend to improve with age.

15. Consciously plan your life, or others will do it for you.

16. Be suspicious when someone uses the words “Justice” and “Deserve” a lot. Be suspicious when you use them yourself.

17. Get rid of stuff you don’t use. Unused and unappreciated things make us feel bad.

18. Expect people to get offended sometimes when you try to tell them what to do. Even if you think it’s good advice :)

19. Once in a while, imagine what it would be like if you really did lose all your data and had only your current backups.

20. Spend as long as it takes — five or ten years even — to move towards a line of work that feels well-suited to you.

21. Rediscover board games. They’re still tons of fun.

22. Try making small, humble presents instead of buying big ones, and see how different it feels for both you and the recipient.

23. To eat fewer calories, eat a lot slower than normal and see what changes.

24. Watch experts peform their chosen art whenever you get a chance. There’s something really grounding about it.

25. Avoid arguing about politics, except for entertainment value. By the time it’s an argument, nobody’s listening.

26. Ledger all your income, purchases and expenses, at least for a whole month. You can’t help but discover wasteful spending. It’s like giving yourself a raise.

27. When someone disagrees with you, try to understand what needs and fears are behind their stance. Yours probably aren’t much different.

28. When driving, pretend the other drivers are all friends and relatives. It makes the driving experience friendlier, and often hilarious.

29. Don’t act while you’re still angry. Anger makes the wrong things seem right, and remorse lasts way longer than anger.

30. Understand that what’s dangerous and what’s illegal are always going to be different, and need to be. It doesn’t always make sense to criminalize something just because it can be harmful.

31. Don’t be late. Everyone hates waiting for late people.

32. Read Richard Carlson’s classic Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff. Or read it again if it’s been a while. Fifteen years after I first read it, I can’t think of a more helpful book.

33. Be aware of the complex, systemic nature of the world’s biggest problems, and our habit of framing them as simple ones with clear villains and victims.

34. When you’re with a loved one, pretend momentarily that they’re actually gone from your life, and that you’re just remembering this ordinary moment with them.

35. Make of point of sitting and chatting with at least one local whenever you travel. It will transform your view of the place. [It’s easy to meet a local resident for coffee using couchsurfing.org]

36. Experiment with meditation. It gives you tools to mitigate nearly every thing human beings complain about — fear, boredom, loss, envy, pain, sadness, confusion, and doubt — yet remains unpopular in the West.

37. Give classical music another shot every few years.

38. Read a bit about some of the “isms” you normally dismiss — socialism, capitalism, conservatism, feminism, anarchism. There are probably more good ideas there than you thought.

39. Be wary of declaring yourself a “_____ist” though. Making an identity out of your beliefs is bound to make you less objective.

40. Picture yourself at your own funeral. Imagine what they are thinking.

41. Donate clothes that you don’t feel good wearing.

42. Practice opening up to minor discomfort when it happens — really letting yourself feel it instead of resisting it. Everything becomes easier to handle.

43. Listen to Dolly Parton’s “Jolene” slowed down to 33 rpm, at least once in your life.

44. Don’t make jokes about people’s names or bodies, even if you think they would laugh.

45. Make a point of enjoying the walk across the parking lot.

46. Understand the concept of “privilege,” but don’t use it as a slur. Use your privilege for good.

47. Don’t limit your compassion to people who don’t cause any harm (because there are none.)

48. Be aware of the intoxicating effect of bad moods. A bad mood usually means things are better than they look.

49. Once in a while, imagine that this moment is the very first moment of your life, and then build a future from there.

50. Go to your city’s low-key ethnic restaurants instead of flashy chain establishments — not to “help out the little guy” but because they’re better and cheaper.

51. Avoid being the least sober person in the room, unless you’re the only person in the room.

52. Go to New York, at least once.

53. Consider keeping a bucket list that you take seriously. They stave off complacency.

54. Remember that you’re essentially no different from prehistoric humans, except that you have tools and advantages they would find ridiculous.

55. If life ever feels like it’s too loud and busy, go hang out at the library.

56. Never hide from truths about your financial position. If you’re afraid to know your bank balance, you have a problem bigger than money problems.

57. If you think dancing isn’t for you, try it again sometime.

58. When you’re about to buy something, think about what feeling you’re actually after. Ultimately we only want things because of how they promise to make us feel.

59. Floss every day. You can fool yourself but you can’t fool your dentist, or your teeth.

60. Be extra kind to people while they are at work, especially servers, clerks, and tech support staff.

61. Whenever you’re being contradicted, try not to get caught up in being defensive. You’re either right, or you get to learn something new today.

62. At least consider taking religion’s five central no-no’s seriously: don’t steal, don’t lie, don’t kill, don’t harm people with your reproductive urges, and don’t drink so much that you forget the other four.

63. Own at least one plant. They’ll never judge you, but they’ll let you know if you’re being careless.

64. Try not to let a week go by without having lunch or coffee with a friend.

65. Do 30-day experiments for fun and sport — try out a new way of doing something for a while. Even if they’re train wrecks you always learn something about yourself.

66. Appeal to your friends for their expertise. You get good advice, they feel valued.

67. Write people letters. Everyone loves getting letters.

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10.11.19 how my body has shaped my life

some other thoughts in my head today is the big impact my body and it’s responses, has had on my life. it’s not something i was very conscious about until more recently in life, when i became more in tune with my body and noticing that a lot of my discomfort with my activities/situations, is connected to my body. for example:

- keloids on my shoulder blades. i’ve had them since i was 17? but they’ve grown larger over the years. they are not silent creatures. they react, they heat up, they argue with me! if i eat too much of something, or eat the wrong things, or wear the wrong texture of clothing, they get angry with me! they itch. they grow slightly bigger (get inflamed), they get pink and heated. as a result, having these have made me hyperconscious just doing everyday things. i don’t feel comfortable hugging people i’m not close to. or getting patted on the back. or getting the “i’m sorry” hand on shoulder gesture. i envy the runners and yoga classmates in their sports bras and their smooth skin. i think about dancing with others (not that i want to dance), but how that would make me feel awkward. i’ve even thought about how if i were to ever date again and hook ups, how that interaction will go. it’s not that i am ashamed of them, but more, i know its a world that would ask “what is that?” “why do you have that?” and feel sympathetic for me. me wanting to avoid these situations is not because i am ashamed, but because i don’t want to explain myself to others.

tangentially - white people at my work do that a lot. “omg you never watched a football game?” “omg you never went to a concert?” “omg you don’t know how to drive?” you know, instead of accepting and saying “ah i see!” they go down the “OMG YOU NEVER DID THAT?” “OMG YOU NEVER WATCHED THAT?” it annoys the HELL out of me. those questions are driven by self-centered ness, ethnocentrism, and never for once, considered that the world does NOT revolve around them or their culture. (I had to go through this quite a few times this week). It’s f u c k e d.

- hemorrhoid. oh my little roid. i think i first experienced blood in my stool around junior year of high school. no little roid existed until many years later, but it was harmless. now, why would this roid intefere with my life you may ask... well, it makes eating + traveling hard now. unlike the many other 20 year olds, i cannot drink much alcohol (constipation!) or indulge in foods without also taking a shit ton of fiber and stool softener. i mean this literally blew up and gave me 2 months of intense pain, because i was indulging a bit more than normal in amsterdam and barcelona!!! (i know it’s built up from so much more than that), but what i mean, the existence of this would make it hard for me to go back to nepal and go trekking. how can i go for 10 days without a shower? pooping in holes in the ground? without much access to toilet paper again? it’s fucked my desire for adventure. i need to be super conscious now about whether i will have access to toilet paper, a proper trash can, running water, hand sanitizer, clean underwear. stuff that i didn’t have to care for when i roughed it and traveled when i was younger. i hope to eradicate the roid soon with a procedure, but there is no guarantee that it won’t be back. in a way, it’s actually intensified my dream to travel and backpack, because all of this might be worse when i’m much older, and i’ll need proper amenities more consistently...

- did you know my skin gets light patches if i am in the sun too much? if i am too tanned, my skin gets blotchy. it has helped me get out of the sun and be more wary about protecting my sun, but as a 20 year old having that, while everyone else was evenly tanned and blemish-less, i always wondered what i ever did to deserve the body i am in...

- i can’t drink much alcohol because it gives me stomachaches, it makes me itchy, it gives me hives, it gives me constipation. while i am suffering from all of this, i have had people laugh at my situation like “omg no way! what bad luck!” “seriously?” and continue with their days and weeks of drinking and indulging and eating out. oh yes, eating out consistently makes my poop and therefore roids WORSE, so it’s not something i can do a lot, no matter where in the world i am in. i am better off just eating a sweet potato or tomato or cucumber if i am in a place i cannot cook, tbh.

so yeah, these are the ways my body has shaped my life. maybe if i had a body that could handle alcohol better and not get angry, and my skin was really smooth and i felt good being touched and hugged by strangers, i might be more extroverted, i might want to be out dancing, i might want to be out drinking. that is not my life right now though. doing all those things make me tired, itchy, inflamed, and constipated.

all of this is just some thoughts i have while the girls in the meetup i created go out for a night of food and drinks and dancing lol. i do wonder what it would be like to live a life like that, where my body liked those things too...

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You will find specialists who work entirely in ceramic and various types of tile such as travertine or marble. The benefit to hiring a professional is they do this type of work over and over and the process is generally second nature.

The other obvious benefit about hiring a specialist is they know what do if the job turns out to be more complicated than it appears. Sometimes, you don't know what can go wrong until you're in the middle of the project, and if you haven't hired the right person, it can be too late.

When I made my first trip to my vacation home in Hawaii, for example, I noticed the kitchen faucet, a pull-out, was losing its integrity, hanging its head in shame into my sink. I ran out to Lowes and picked up a beautiful stainless steel pre-rinse with a coiled neck and a pull-down sprayer to replace the ugly white fixture. Having no tools at the house yet, I bought plumber's tape and a basin wrench, too.

I laid out all my purchases on the kitchen counter and was about to crawl under the sink when it hit me. Hey, I'm on vacation. Why am I putting in a new faucet when I can find a handyman or contractor to do this job? Not only that, but my house is 25 years old. It means the shut-off valves might be too difficult to turn by hand, or, worse, they could leak, and do I want to deal with that?

I turned to my laptop to find a plumber. My painter, who was in the middle of repairing cracks in the ceiling caused by an earthquake, offered to install my faucet. He could fix anything, he said, he was a handyman. No, he was a painter. I hired a plumber, and indeed the hot water shut-off valve needed replacement. On top of that, he knew enough to know how to turn off the hot water at my solar water heater, which involved turning 3 knobs. I would not have known how to do that if I had tried to do it myself, and it is doubtful my painter could have figured it out.

Hire a Handyman or Contractor Who Has Accountability

The problem with plucking a stranger out of the Yellow Pages or a single website is that individual might be accountable to nobody. In our modern world, service industries live and die by reviews.

It is human nature to want to do a good job when you know your reputation is on the line.

I do not suggest trying to find a handyman or contractor from a source website that stands to make a financial gain from your selection. Some of those types of websites receive marketing dollars or kickbacks from the service providers they refer. The referrals are not always vetted or checked out. Some of these people get listed simply because they pay a fee for the privilege.

If you have to fill out a form and wait for a handyman or contractor to contact you, it could very well be an aggregator site that does not verify nor substantiate the quality of the individuals they refer to you. If you want assurance of quality, there are better ways to find a handyman or contractor. Here are 5 of my best ways to find a handyman or contractor:

1. Find a Handyman or Contractor on Google

Google searches are all about local. If you've already got a Gmail account, you are already signed into Google and it knows where you are located. If on a mobile, turn on location services. Search by the type of contractor and your city. In the "local" box you will see vendors with websites and it will indicate the number of reviews, especially if that company or individual has a Google Business Page.

Be careful when you read reviews and ask yourself if it sounds like a friend of the individual posted that review or if it's an actual client. Anybody with a Gmail account can post a review on a Google Business Page, even a person who is not a client but, say, a family member. Click on the link of the person who posted the review to see if that person has reviewed other businesses. If this is the only review, you might be suspicious.

Do not click on ads in Google. The ads are listed first. These are companies or individuals who are paying Google to advertise, and are identified as an ad. Skip by those to reach organic results.

2. Find a Handyman or Contractor on Angie's List

On Angie's List, you can search for contractors a number of ways. I do not suggest searching by promotions and coupons because those are companies who are paying to be promoted. Instead, search by the number of miles from your location. Keep broadening the miles until you find at least 3 contractors with a fair number of reviews.

Since you have a choice on Angie's List, why not start with the A-rated reviews? Read the entire review. Angie's List also offers a bluebook on pricing, so you can find out the low-end and high-end costs of your proposed job. Some vendors on Angie's List will give you a discount if you mention that you found the company on Angie's List.

3. Find a Handyman or Contractor on Yelp

Yelp offers reviews for a wide variety of products and services, so you can also find a handyman or contractor on Yelp. Sometimes you will find more reviews on Yelp from unhappy customers than from satisfied customers. That's because people tend to feel more urgency to post a bad review when they feel like they did not get what they paid for.

Take into consideration the type of person who left the review, too. Anybody can post a review on Yelp. Is the bad review posted by a disgruntled co-worker or perhaps a former romantic interest who got dumped and is out for revenge? It helps to read between the lines and listen to the tone of the review put forth by the reviewer. Also, click on the link to read other reviews by that person to determine if that is a person who likes to complain. From Yelp, you can also visit the handyman or contractor's website to get more information.

4. Find a Handyman or Contractor From Your Realtor

Your Realtor works with dozens of contractors and handymen. She can give you all sorts of referrals if you ask. Your Realtor wants to be your agent for life and vets her referrals very closely. If a client ever logged a valid complaint against a contractor, you can bet that Realtor will remove that individual or company from her list of referrals.

Your Realtor's reputation is at stake when she hands out a referral to you. She has a vested interest to make sure you are happy and taken care of. Agents have connections with all sorts of people from all walks of life, and you may as well take advantage of her contacts. She will be happy to help.

5. Find a Handyman or Contractor From Your Store

With the exception of places like Home Depot or other large home improvement stores, you can probably rely on the referrals to contractors from the vendor who sells the product. The reason I caution against finding a contractor through a big box do-it-yourself store is because they often take a cut or otherwise share in the profit, which means you can pay more.

Smaller companies tend to work with the best contractors and typically have a few business cards on hand to give you. They want a happy customer and are not too big to be ambivalent. Some of the relationships between the store and contractors are formed long term over dozens of years.

Tips Before Hiring a Contractor or Handyman

· Be sure to disclose where you found the individual or company and also make it very clear that you intend to post a review after the job is completed. While this does not ensure superior service, it is definitely a motivator.

· Don't pay a contractor in advance and be wary of those who demand large upfront fees. Generally, you would pay a small deposit, enough to cover materials if you don't have the product on hand, and the balance when the job is completed.

· Ask to see licensing verification and insurance.

· Find out if you need a building permit.

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Best Ways to Find a Handyman or Contractor

But it's not impossible, of course.

Determine the Type of Handyman or Contractor You Need to Find

Hire a Handyman or Contractor Who Has Accountability

The problem with plucking a stranger out of the Yellow Pages or a single website is that individual might be accountable to nobody. In our modern world, service industries live and die by reviews.

It is human nature to want to do a good job when you know your reputation is on the line.

1. Find a Handyman or Contractor on Google

Do not click on ads in Google. The ads are listed first. These are companies or individuals who are paying Google to advertise, and are identified as an ad. Skip by those to reach organic results.

2. Find a Handyman or Contractor on Angie's List

3. Find a Handyman or Contractor on Yelp

4. Find a Handyman or Contractor From Your Realtor

5. Find a Handyman or Contractor From Your Store

Tips Before Hiring a Contractor or Handyman

· Ask to see licensing verification and insurance.

· Find out if you need a building permit.

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Best Toilet Installation Service and Cost in Las Vegas NV – McCarran Handyman Services

REQUEST A QUOTE TODAY

TOILET INSTALLATION

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Best Ways to Find a Handyman or Contractor

But it's not impossible, of course.

Determine the Type of Handyman or Contractor You Need to Find

Hire a Handyman or Contractor Who Has Accountability

The problem with plucking a stranger out of the Yellow Pages or a single website is that individual might be accountable to nobody. In our modern world, service industries live and die by reviews.

It is human nature to want to do a good job when you know your reputation is on the line.

1. Find a Handyman or Contractor on Google

Do not click on ads in Google. The ads are listed first. These are companies or individuals who are paying Google to advertise, and are identified as an ad. Skip by those to reach organic results.

2. Find a Handyman or Contractor on Angie's List

3. Find a Handyman or Contractor on Yelp

4. Find a Handyman or Contractor From Your Realtor

5. Find a Handyman or Contractor From Your Store

Tips Before Hiring a Contractor or Handyman

· Ask to see licensing verification and insurance.

· Find out if you need a building permit.

BEST TOILET INSTALLATION SERVICE IN LAS VEGAS NV!

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REQUEST MORE INFORMATION! CLICK HERE

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