#like i just can't ever rule out the possibility that their hearts can be caught by something that we're reading

[crownofgildedlilies]

knowin' that it probably isn't true -> cool about it [4]

in which: a son of jupiter can't remember the life he lost to time and circumstance. or the daughter of mercury he lost, too.

pairing: jason grace x daughter of mercury!roman!reader

warnings: cursing, angst, slight panic attack?

word count: 5.3k

a/n: how can this possibly be the final part. like what? also, it's been forever since I've read the ending go heroes of Olympus so I cannot for the life of me remember how canon accurate this is.

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There was one rule Jason was always willing to break.

For you, he had murmured into the side of your head, just above your ear, as he pulled you close the first night it had happened. You hadn't been able to help the roll of your watery, red-rimmed eyes. Or the skip of your heart.

Big declaration, Jase, you had fired back, pretending your voice wasn't shaking, that you hadn't made a much bigger declaration by seeking him out after curfew.

Leave it to the daughter of thieves to break and enter into the praetor's private room.

The first night it happened, you had gotten a rather stiff and formal letter from your mother, explaining why it was simply the better choice for you to stay at camp over the holidays. In front of everyone, you had kept it together.

Alone in your bunk, you broke down.

It was an easy decision, then, to go find Jason. A natural instinct, practically, was leading you through the bunkhouse on silent, swift feet despite the tears staining your face. When you had slipped into Jason's room, he had bolted awake.

You were prepared for a lecture. Instead, he just opened his arms.

So there was one rule that Jason Grace was willing to break.

Curfew.

You were careful not abuse your privilege, only searching him out when needed.

And right now, he was needed.

Your feet carried you soundlessly through the corridors, your heart hammering in your chest and bottom lip caught between your teeth, almost bloody with worry. The dream had been fast, uncontrollable, terrifying.

Not once had you ever bothered knocking on his door, and you didn't start now, twisting the knob and careful to only open it as much as you needed to slip through, because if you went any wider the hinges would squeak and Reyna could only overlook so much.

The sight of him, asleep in bed, hair tousled and face almost peaceful, was nearly enough to settle you. But then flashes of your dream came back, and you knew you needed more.

Easing the door shut, you made sure the latch clicked in place as silently as you could manage. The absolute last thing you needed was some nosy Lar floating by seeing you breaking the rules alongside Jason.

The teasing would never end.

Despite praetor's getting the privilege of having their own rooms, they remained in standard issue sized bunks. Which meant that you couldn't help but press against him as you climbed under the covers, body already half-hanging over the far edge. The movement of the mattress jostled him awake, like always, and he slowly blinked his tired eyes open.

You remained silent as he got his bearings, bottom lip caught between your teeth to keep from spilling out the gory details of your desperation to see him before he even realized what was happening.

He twisted, copying your position of laying on his side, one arm curled underneath his head to prop it up just slightly.

"Hey, you," Jason mumbled, voice still thick with sleep. He stretched slightly, using the movement to reach out and brush his thumb across your cheek, as if he was checking for tears he couldn't see in the dim room. "Couldn't sleep?"

"Sleeping was the problem," You shook your head, kicking your leg forwards under the blanket to knock against his, just the barest excuse to touch him and confirm he was real and alive and laying before you.

"Nightmare?" Like he ever needed to ask. So few things got you worked up enough to risk getting caught sneaking into his room.

"Mhm," You hummed, anyway, eyes tracing the barest outline of his face visible to you in the dark of the room. The moon provide some light through the window, but you had Jason's features memorized from the time you were fourteen.

"What was it about, this time?" He asked, and you wished you could hate him for the way he sounded genuinely concerned and like he wanted to know. The pounding in your heart as he knocked his leg forwards against yours, a mimic of your own actions seconds earlier, would be easier to deal with.

"You." Without cracking, you managed to force the word out at a volume barely audible in the otherwise silent room. Your stare was focused on his chin, because you couldn't meet his eyes as you confessed, and his nose was too close to his eyes, and looking at his lips made you want to do something incredibly stupid.

His chin was neutral territory, even if you wanted to kiss there, too.

"Me?" He sounded like he didn't understand, which you gave him grace for. Yes, your nightmare was about him, but not because of anything he did, so much as what happened to him. Not the first of its kind, but after the fight with Krios, it stung a little deeper.

"You went on a quest, without me, again." Your murmured, gaze still fixed on his chin. He stayed silent, knowing you better than you knew yourself, knowing that you needed him to wait for you to find the right words. "And... and you didn't come back to me, Jase, you had promised, but you didn't—"

Your shudder took you by surprise, eyes squeezed shut tight to try and fight the stinging quickly growing there, your lungs burning with the effort to contain your sobs. You tried all your usual tricks to keep from crying. Counting silently, deep breaths through your nose, hands squeezing into fists so tight your nails cut crescent shaped marks into the heel of your palms leaking the slightest bit of blood.

It didn't work. The image of a broken, ruined Jason returned to you at the edge of camp burned into your memory. You knew it had been a dream, that he hadn't actually died, but the thought—

"This is stupid." You huffed, voice watery and tight and so incredibly pathetic you half expected Jason to strip you of your title of centurion. It was all so very un-Roman of you. "I'm too old to be crying over bad dreams."

"Hey," Jason murmured, voice gentle, and it worked in combination with his warm hands wrapping over yours to calm the tempest that was raging in your mind enough for you to open your eyes. His handsome face was twisted in concern, in understanding, and the tears welled up in your eyes all the bit faster. "I'd be a wreck, too, if I dreamt that I lost you."

Why can't he just say the words, you lamented bitterly in your mind. Why can't I say them, either?

"I hate crying." You managed to force out after a few beats of silence, broken only by your pitiful sniffles trying to keep the tears from finally falling down your cheeks and staining the pillow you shared with Jason.

"I know," His voice was soothing, gentle, and you let him manipulate your hand until he had your open palm splayed, pressed against his chest, his own covering the back of yours to keep you from pulling away. Not that you ever did anything but crawl impossibly closer to him each day.

You were Jason's and Jason was yours, but never in so many words.

"Feel that?" His quiet question startled you from your mind, the terrible sleep-created images replaying on a loop. Reyna apologizing for not protecting him, the weight of his golden coin pressing heavily into the center of your palm.

You're the only one he would have wanted to have that, Reyna had said in your dream when she handed off the magic weapon. And if something ever really did happen to him, you couldn't help but morbidly think that he really would want you to have it—

"Don't leave me here, now." Jason, real Jason, the one living and breathing and holding your hand against his chest—right over his heart, you realized with the sudden jolt. The beat was steady under the tips of your fingers, and you closed your eyes to focus on the rhythm, to try and match your shallow breaths to his deep and even ones. "There. Welcome back, solider."

"We can't be soldiers right now." You shook your head, eyes still shut but voice almost back to normal. And though you knew Jason didn't understand it, he didn't question.

You couldn't be solders. You couldn't be only little heroes destined to fight and bleed and die at the whim of others, of gods with self-imposed rules keeping them from helping their own children. Being soldiers had been what had ruined your dream, that had sent you racing through the dark to find him. Soldiers weren't lovers. Soldiers didn't hold each other.

Jason was trained to be a soldier. But maybe, with you, he could learn to be other things.

"Thank you," You murmured, voice almost silent as you peaked open your eyes. You had known Jason had moved closer to you, had heard his cheek brushing against the pillow you shared and felt the heat from his skin warm yours, but you hadn't anticipated the blow to your chest you received when you opened your eyes and found him close enough to taste, if you had been born into a braver body.

"After my little stunt on the War Games field with Damien last week? I figured I owed you." He teased, and the absurdity of Jason Grace finding it in himself to make such a casual joke after you had climbed into his bed mid-panic attack had a lopsided grin work its way onto your face.

"Shut up." You wanted to lean forward and press your lips against his skin, but you held back. You always held back, but only when it came to Jason. Most of your bunkmates had vocalized that they wished you had the capacity to control yourself more. "How many times have you kept me out of the brig?"

"Fair point," He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and reminding you that your palm was still pressed against the cotton of his sleep shirt.

As much as it pained you, you slipped your hand out of his, but something took control of you and changed direction. Originally, you had planned on tucking your fist underneath your own chin, cocooning yourself in your own arms and trying to justify staying a little bit longer.

What ended up happening was your hand falling to rest on Jason's cheek, thumb brushing over the pearly white line of his scar. The tips of your fingers tingled, might have even shook, as they touched his lips.

All the humor was sucked from the room with your gentle declaration of such intimacy. Sure, you and Jason had long since passed through each other's barriers of personal space. Neither one of you exactly had nurturing childhoods and found relentless comfort in the other.

Touch starved, someone had once explained it as. Two people making up for lost time and a need to feel loved and held. Jason was the only one you let into your space, and as far as you knew you were the only one Jason wrapped himself around. The thought of him locking pinkies with someone besides you made you queasy and tossed you back into the moment, your palm on his cheek and his eyes on yours.

It was almost too much. You hoped he couldn't hear your heart hammering in your chest, feeling as if it was about to burst with how much you loved him.

You loved everything about him. From his smiles to his dedication and his innocent charm. To the way he fought like the weight of the world rested on his shoulders, because it did, and how he let you break the rules in his bed because he knew you better than you could ever hope to know yourself, sometimes.

"I bet it was a wolf bite." You murmured into the quiet, words tumbling past your lips before you could even think of what you were saying.

"Hm?" He must not have expected your words, because he hummed questioningly, sounding half-distracted but your touch lingering on his skin. The idea of distracting Jason Grace made you smile. It felt like an achievement.

"Your scar," You clarified, still tracing it with the pad of your thumb. his skin was warm and soft and it helped ease your remaining nerves to hold him so gently after the gruesome horror show of your nightmare. "I bet it was a wolf bite."

Jason grinned, then. Wide and bright and if you hadn't seen him call down lightning personally, you would have thought Phoebus Apollo was his father from how much blinding sunshine radiated from him, even in the middle of the night, half-asleep.

"If Lupa bit me, I don't think the scar would be so small." He teased, knocking his forehead into yours gently. You snorted, closing your eyes as you leaned closer to him, trying to remain casual as his nose brushed against yours.

"Still, it's a good story." You hummed, shrugged slightly. Jason huffed a laugh, and you felt his breath on your skin, on your lips.

"Yeah, it's a good story." He agreed quietly, his own hand reaching up to hold your face, mimicking your position with a gentleness that made you question if you should ruin the only gentle thing to ever embrace you by slotting your mouth over his, over every inch of his face.

Instead, you moved your hand from his cheek to the back of his head, holding him as close as you could without being greedy.

You knew you'd have to leave soon, or else risk getting caught, and you couldn't do that to Jason.

But you let yourself have a few minutes. You never knew how many you'd ever have with him.

It was peaceful, if only for a moment.

It had only been war, for hours.

Your voice was shredded raw from shouting orders, rallying troops, keeping Romans from turning on Greeks like Octavian had wanted.

It was the final battle, you knew. The air tasted of it, of that heavy weight that came with saving the world. You had felt it when you had gone into battle against Krios to keep the Titans from rising, and you were sick with it, now.

This time, you didn't have Jason by your side, covering your weaknesses while you watched his. You didn't even have Reyna, anymore.

I need you to stay here, Reyna had ordered you when you had argued your case for joining her on her quest to the Ancient Lands after Jason and the others. Your desperation to accompany her went beyond a bone-deep ache to see Jason again; you were going absolutely crazy sitting around at the Roman encampments surrounding the Greek demigod camp, waiting for a battle you were certain shouldn't be taking place.

If I stay here, I'm going to kill Octavian. Or he'll get someone to kill me, you countered, and two weeks earlier you could have played it off as a joke. But Octavian had become drunk on power, had appointed himself to a rank higher than praetor, and was absolutely gunning for a reason to get rid of you, one way or another.

Don't let him, Reyna had said, as if it was ever that simple. I need someone here that I can trust. Jason needs you here, too.

Your frown had deepened, no matter how impossible it had seemed.

That was a low blow, you mumbled, pissed off and exhausted, only getting more pissed off and exhausted by your own shitty attitude.

Reyna had grimaced, but did you the favor of not pointing out that it had worked. You had stayed behind, had remained with your soldiers and dodged Octavian as much as you could, knowing how very weak the leash you held your anger on was. He was looking for any excuse to put you on trial. You couldn't give him one.

But that didn't mean you didn't do everything in your power to undermine Octavian's control.

The fighting that soon followed was inevitable.

You had known from the start that it was either going to be against the Greeks or the monsters, depending on how successful Jason and his new group of friends were. If they got back in time to unify the camps like Annabeth had promised Reyna they would, then the monsters would be feasible to take on.

But Octavian started the war early. Started against the Greeks, then was forced to split forces when the monsters began their assault, too.

The groundwork you had laid against Octavian was almost unnecessary as he doomed the Romans to fight an exhausting and expensive battle they could never win. It had been almost too easy for you to take control, to knock Octavian out with a single punch and order Roman troops to fight alongside the Greeks, to use them as another weapon against the monsters.

Defend their camp as if it is our own!, you had shouted through the roar of battle, perched on the highest point you could find—an upturned chariot. The fighting had paused at your words, Greeks and Romans alike trying to see which way the attacking army would sway.

One girl on the Greek side of the fight gave orders to her soldiers not to attack your Romans, just as the daughter of Ares had promised on the few nights you had snuck into her camp to discuss that very moment.

Clarisse La Rue had been all too willing to talk war with you, double agent against Octavian, you were.

Reyna and Nico arriving with the Athena Parthenos had only sealed the deal, but even with Greek and Roman forces combined the never-ending monster army was a force to be reckoned with. Gaea herself was even pulling you in, feet sucked into the earth to tire you out faster with each step.

By the time the flying trireme arrived, your exhaustion was bone deep and felt like the only substantial thing in your life.

It was a blur, from then on. Fighting still raged. Screams still tore through the air. Battle continued and stole and ached.

Then came the explosion.

One minute you were fighting for your life, prepared to enter into the next one, and then suddenly the world had stilled around you. Whatever monsters weren't falling under the swords and arrows of demigod heroes had turned and ran, and it was almost jarring how silent the battlefield got.

Or maybe you were just too tired to process any sound. You thought you could see Reyna's mouth moving, a few dozen feet in front of you, but all you heard was a low buzzing, the thrumming of your heart, as you searched the carnage.

You weren't sure if the Romans stopped to gawk at you because you were stumbling through the mess or because you were, against all odds, still standing. You had been on the front lines from the start, had led wave after wave of assault.

By all accounts, you should have been lost to the fight. But you never gave up all that easily.

You knew there still were a million and six things that remained to do before darkness fell. First and most important to you was organizing your legion, taking count of who had survived the battle. Mourning walked hand in hand with victory, and you were well acquainted with the pair.

Except, you only made it ten steps before you saw him.

Jason Grace had completely forgotten you. Despite his promises, his sweet words and even sweeter touches, he had forgotten you and all that you meant to him. He didn't know how he used to pinch your arm to keep you awake in your more boring classes. He didn't know that he used to swap plates with you at least once a week because you regretted what the Mess Hall sprites had brought you.

He didn't know how he brushed his hands through your hair when you got worked up, and he didn't remember what the touch of your skin on his felt like.

But he was heading straight towards you, as if the destruction around him could wait and all that mattered was you.

It was enough to root you to your spot. With shaking, brutalized fingers you took off your helmet. You meant to hold it under your arm against your hip, but suddenly Jason was within five feet of you with the most determined stare, and you barely registered it dropping to the ground.

You had counted the days since you had last seen him in Charleston. It had been too long and not long enough, because no matter how much you loved Jason with every inch of your being, it also hurt too great to have him in front of you and know he didn't remember how gently he had once used his thumbs to smooth the worry lines from between your knitted brows.

"Soldier—" You started, desperate to take control of the conversation, but he was speaking over you before you even finished the second syllable.

"It's not a wolf bite." His words were firm, almost pleading. But they were also so unexpected, so out of place, you jolted back half a step. He quickly made up for the space you tried putting between you both, halting only a few scant inches from the exhausted lines of your body.

"What?" You managed to gape, chin tilted to look up at him, face twisted in grief and confusion and hope so dangerous you contemplated the blow to your reputation if you turned and ran.

"The scar. Not a wolf bite." He clarified, and it took nearly everything in you to tear your stare from his to drag down his face and find the beloved mark on the corner of his lips, right where it had been since the moment you had met him. You had felt that bit of raised skin underneath the pad of your thumb more times than what could have been considered as just friendly, had made up stories for its existence just to distract yourself. "When I was two, I tried to eat a stapler."

"Jason," The sound that left your lips could almost have been mistaken for a laugh, if someone only plugged their ears and closed their eyes. It was a haunted, aching, desperate sound, mixed with a short exhale that had Jason leaning even closer to you, somehow.

"I just thought you'd want to know." He murmured, and you weren't sure if the warmth burning your skin was from the exertion of battle, the rays of sun beating against your cheek, or the intensity of Jason's stare on you.

Familiar. He looked... familiar. Maybe a little Greek, but he was still Roman. Still an unwavering force, one that had defeated a Titan and still had enough power to tear down his seat of power in search for your battered body, almost lost to the rubble.

He looked like he knew you.

"You… you remember?" Fingers curled into fists at your side, almost buzzing with emotions you could barely even begin to decipher. Everything was a knot inside of you; thoughts, feelings, strength. You'd given everything on the battlefield, but you had been running on fumes from the moment Jason had been stolen from you. It was nothing short of a miracle that you were still standing.

"I do, now." His nod sent a shuddering gasp through you, but still you couldn't get yourself to lift a hand out and reach him. You had already had this dream—this nightmare—so many times. What happened next would likely be his dismissing you. Or worse—you would wake up.

But Jason moved first, one hand you knew like your own raising to wipe a spot of grime off you cheek before cradling your head gently. It was all the permission you needed before your own hands notched under the sides of his armor, a familiar movement always used to tug him closer to you. Metal clanged together as his chest plate hit against yours, and though you suddenly loathed the equipment that had saved your life more times than you felt you deserved, you couldn't let go of Jason long enough to free yourself from it. That part would have to wait.

"Got hit on the head a few times, talked to a couple of gods. It all helped the pieces fall back together." He explained, and you pressed your knuckles into his sides as a silent reprimand for making fun of himself getting hurt. Tears welled in your eyes, blurring your vision of Jason, and you bit the inside of your cheek so hard you tasted blood. A reprimand for yourself, too. "I'm so sorry."

"It wasn't your fault, Jase." You would have shaken your head, but you didn't want to move out of his hold for a second, and instead pressed your cheek tighter against his palm still holding the side of your jaw.

He looked ready to argue, but you flashed him a glare so fierce he thought better of it. You had been living in anger and fear for months. Having Jason back already helped, but it would take more than a few minutes for you to right yourself.

And you still stood on the battlefield.

"I remember that last argument we had." He knocked you back to reality in the gentle way only he ever knew how to do with you. Out of shame, you ducked your gaze to the ground, but he didn't let you hide. With the hand that wasn't on your jaw, thumb brushing reassuring strokes over your cheek, he held your nearly quivering chin between his index and his thumb. The way he tilted your head up to meet his stare was tender, but that had never been a question when it came to him. "Where I said there was nothing for us to do but be soldiers."

"Yeah," You were pretty sure you were speaking, but you couldn't focus on anything over the sound of your heartbeat roaring in your ears or the beautiful burn of his skin against yours.

"I was wrong." He admitted, but you knew what those words meant just the same as he knew that you would understand. "I remembered fragments of you. The sound of your laugh. How your hair shone in the summer sun."

"Sounds like you might be in love, or something." You tried for teasing but sounded like you had just been hit by a bus. Jason had only been back for a few scarce minutes and already was bulldozing you with his sweet words. If he hadn't just disappeared on you for upwards of seven months and came back to save the world, you would have threatened to kick his ass for disorientating you so much so quickly.

"Oh, I am." He grinned a little nervously, a little lopsided, and you couldn't wait any longer.

You moved first, hands darting from the sides of his armor to the sides of his face, palms flat against his skin as you tugged his head down you meet you while you pushed yourself up on your tip-toes to meet him halfway.

Kissing Jason was as inevitable as it was all-consuming. You had played dumb with Dakota whenever he brought it up, but deep down you had always belonged to Jason Grace, and he to you, from the moment he broke the rules to sit with you in that small, restricted stretch of grass when you were ten years old.

Your fingers knotted into the hair on the back of his head, grown out just enough during his time with the Greeks. You thought it suited him, and it was soft under your touch, and you mentally made a note to plead with him later to leave it alone. From the way he was kissing you like he would starve if he didn't, you had a feeling he'd agree easily.

He was warm and sweet and tasted like mint. He was everything you had imagined, everything you had never once dared to hope for. Strong hands and gentle touches, unyielding intelligence and unwavering kindness.

He was everything. Your everything.

Despite the weight of Jason's mouth on yours, you still were dimly aware of where you stood. The smell of smoke still lingered in the air, and no matter how close you pressed against Jason, you couldn't hide from the fact that you were a centurion and your legion needed you.

You had been left by almost everyone in your life, but never had letting someone go been as painful as it was to step back from Jason long enough to catch your breath and clear the fog from your mind that was a direct reaction to his touch.

"I've got to—" You shuddered, voice catching, but Jason nodded, knowing what you meant. Knowing you, knowing your mind, always. You almost shivered again at the reminder that he remembered. He knew what you were going to say, but you forced yourself to finish your thought so you could convince yourself it was real. "I've got to find my legion. Count survivors. Take stock of injuries. We've been—we've been fighting for hours."

You didn't want to leave him. You never had wanted to before, but after he had been stolen from you for so long? Now that he had confessed his love and kissed you like his life depended on it?

Now you were worried that the next time he left your side, he'd disappear again, no matter how unwillingly he went.

"Okay," Jason smoothed his thumbs across your cheeks, face ducked low towards yours as your hands fell to wrap loosely around his wrists, desperate to hold him in anyway you could. "Okay. We can do that."

"We?" You questioned, then immediately felt stupid for doing so. Of course, he meant we. It had always been the two of you against the world, and he had just gotten his memories of you back. There was no way he would let you out of his sight so soon.

"You told me the day we met that there was no getting rid of you." Jason reminded you, as if you could ever forget meeting him, as if the gods themselves had been able to keep him from remembering you. "I'm holding you to that promise."

Words failed you, but the way you surged forward to press your mouth to his in a quick, urgent kiss that you had dreamed about sharing with him for years, didn't.

"Just for the record, I love you too." You offered an exhausted imitation of a smile as you pulled away, finally dropping your touch from him. Because maybe you had Jason back, but you still weren't sure how many of your soldiers had been lost. Mourning and victory, always a solemn pair.

He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, but someone called out your name, and the edge of desperation and worry in their voice cut through you like a knife. And Jason remembered you, knew you, and saw everything written on your face.

"We'll figure out this mess together." He swiped his thumb over your bottom lip before nudging your shoulder in the direction the voice had come from. "Lead the way, Centurion."

Your stomach was still in knots, so you pressed your lips into a firm line. But Jason was a warm strength at your back, and he kept his promise of together, and followed you dutifully.

War took and took, but sometimes it gave.

Jason, your Jason, was back. And maybe there were still a million questions to answer, boundaries to fix and homes to rebuild, but you knew Jason would be by your side through it all.

An unwavering force behind your relentless dedication.

War took and took, but things would be okay.

Things would be okay.

a/n: im allergic to sad endings (jk I just can't write them they always feel unfinished when I try) also this took me forever bc I was so incredibly worried that the finale would flop but I kinda love this so im just gonna full send

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slowly, slowly, slowly learning how to bridge the gap in my teaching between overexplaining and underexplaining so I hit that exact sweet spot of getting the kids to the place where they’re interacting with a text that is absolutely over their heads and out of their leagues but their excitement, generated by me but sustained by them, and the right amount of scaffolding and explanation lifts them up to be able to meet it, enjoy it, learn from it, be affected by it. 

#teaching tag #it is MAGIC when that happens #anyway i've been showing them macbeth this year instead of reading it because we don't have time to read it #and i've been severely in my head about the uselessness of it #and how it's not doing anything #but i had a good talk with another teacher about it and she was like 'no no! keep going!' #and then today we watched the malcolm and macduff scene and i could feel the room listening to the language #not quite understanding it but reaching out towards it #and it was SO. GOOD. #it helps that the guy who plays malcolm is young and cute #tbh i would never underestimate the importance of that #me choosing my shakespeare adaptations carefully so they get to look at someone young and beautiful enough for a period of time #anyway teaching has been just the absolute doldrums for a couple months now and this feels like a nice break and streak of light #like i just can't ever rule out the possibility that their hearts can be caught by something that we're reading #despite my common sense telling me not to put too much stock into their emotional reactions #because doing so would lead to my burnout and bitterness #because you can't force anyone to fall in love #but you can set the stage and clear the rubbish and lay the fire for lighting #and just wait for a spark to catch #anyway this tension between the orderliness and peace and box checking that i WANT to be a part of my room ..... #and the moment of a student just suddenly being illuminated. inspired. in love !!!!!!! #i love it. i love it a lot!

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The List ~Pt. 1 - Creation~

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) x Reader

This is my first-time writing fanfic but I literally cannot get the stories out of my brain so…why not make everyone else suffer. This is part one of a story I’ve been rolling around some time. I feel setting a good foundation for the reader/main character is super important, so I PROMISE this story gets better. Be prepared for the usual angst, mystery (Alastor), sassiness (Lucifer), fluff, eventual smut (yes horny readers bear with me we need some plot), and of course 18+ because….it’s Hazbin what do you expect?

Summary: f!reader finds themselves in Hell. Unable to accept your horrible fate you make it a point to continue being a bright soul surrounded by the darkness of Hell. With some higher advice, you create a list of rules to live. A short list to keep out danger and continue helping the lower sinners of Pentagram City. It’s the ONLY way you can survive (right?). Your list begins to crumble when you start helping Lucifer’s daughter with some hotel and a dream to redeem the same sinners you want to protect.

**sentences in italics are internal thoughts of the reader

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Part One (You're on it!) Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven

Rumor was all sinners would spawn in hell with attributes related to their life and (untimely) death. Your gift power was proof of that.

“Everyone get inside! Come on before the exorcists see you.” You hurry the last of the smaller sinners inside a building. It kills you to see such fear from the souls. “Lock the door. I'll lure them away.”

How foolish you were. Somehow a heart of gold followed you to these depths after death...ironic how even the nicest people end up in hell. God really does have his favorites I suppose.

But that foolishness led you to the best thing to happen to you, so you thought. Dodging through the streets, maneuvering, anything to lead the "angels" away from even the worst of sinners. Cursing praying for their safety. It was only your second extermination, but you already caught onto their game. It was all too easy to get around their sloppiness. Needing a breather, you weave around some cars and dive behind a dumpster. Idiots can't even keep track of my thickass? Pathetic!

A few moments pass as it grows quiet. Your breath begins to steady when the softest whimper catches your attention. As quietly (and non-threatening) as possible, you turn the corner to approach a crying dark mass curled on the ground. Seeing their blood pooling sends your stomach into flips. Not another one. Fearing the worst you gently reach out. “Hey hey...shhh..." you utter, feeling her wince ever so slightly. "No don't panic I'm here to help. Where are you hurt?"

The young girl slowly uncrumples herself to show her wound...a massive "X" sliced hips to neck. It was so deep you couldn't believe she was still breathing let alone even moving. Fuck she's lost too much blood. "Come here let me try to stop the bleeding" you lied. You knew she had no chance. But your chest hurt at the thought of her dying (again) alone in some shit alley. With the last of her strength she curled into you, her white hair tickling your face. She had her textured locks pulled back tightly and black horns accenting the top of her head. Her tired red eyes relaxed, slowly closing as she leaned into you. Such a beautiful girl falling to such a terrible fate. With one hand on part of her wound, you used your other to softly stroke her head. “I'm so sorry young one...just breathe in and know you're not alone.” As her breathing shallows you gently kiss her forehead, bidding her soul a gentle goodbye.

The second your lips touch her skin, pure fire floods through your veins. Every nerve in your body feeling ripped apart. You spasm from the pain, clenching onto the girls now limp body. Just when the pain starts misting your vision you see flashes of...pink? "What the fuck!!" You grit through your teeth. What felt like hours of pain was merely a few seconds and it quickly dissipated from your body as did the pink light. Shit shit shit, there’s no way the exorcist didn’t hear OR SEE that! You stay perfectly still...listening to the silence with your mind reeling over what just happened.

A gasp breaks the deafening silence, pulling you back to reality. The young girl jolted out of your arms, gasping in as much air as she could. Looking down you notice her wounds were gone, only dry blood and tattered cloth remained from the laceration. You look at each other in panic and shock.

After inspecting her stomach she snaps out of her daze, remembering you two were still not safe.

"It's too dangerous to stay out here. Come with me - we aren’t far from the safehouse. I am sure my mother will want to meet you."

You follow without hesitation. Trust has always been a weakness. As you make your way through the city, she explains how she was out collecting angelic weapons with her sister when they got separated. After getting cornered she just accepted her fate...then you found her. "The name is Clara by the way. Clara Carmine. I usually just go by CC though."

You never intended to get into the Overlord game. You were merely trying to make the best, quiet life in hell if that was even possible. Guess things change when you save the daughter of Hells most prestigious Overlord. Who could say no to being taken in and protected by THE Carmilla Carmine.

Carmilla immediately began preparing you after hearing of the power you possessed. The power to heal with touch...of course it’s not that easy…it required pure intensions, coming from a place of love. Who the hell (pun intended) wrote this cruel joke for a sinner? How did the lowest of low get given such power just a few short years after arriving? It was your most precious secret. It had to be. If anyone of ill will found out - and come on, it's Hell - your soul would have been the most sought after in the pride ring. You wouldn’t last a day. Carmilla was indebted to you for saving Clara, so she made a deal to give you protection and mentorship as repayment. The first of many deals you’d make in Hell, growing the power you held.

In the years you've been under Carmilla's watch, you created a short list of rules to keep yourself out of harm’s way -

1. Never trust another Overlord

2. Never tell a soul what (or how much) power you have

3. Never bring anyone too close

4. Never let your weaknesses show

It was a simple enough list that had worked for you so far.

You chose to make deals with those who needed protection or help while navigating the dangerous afterlife. In your deals each soul was bound to secrecy as to who you were and what you provided. Contract details and fine print were your specialty. Your soul count was the highest Carmilla had ever seen for someone so new, so merciful. She would often mention only one other sinner ever rose the ranks as quick though his methods were…less than savory. She never bothered to say who. Every Overlord meeting the rumors spread of some "Saving Grace" sinner making their way into powerful ranks. A shadow giving vile hope. But just as quick as those rumors appeared - they were put to rest when no new faces ever appeared. Of course you were there - you needed to attend for information just as much as the next guy, but you never sat as an Overlord. Carmilla granted you a place off to the side as "the help" to serve tea or make notes as needed. No one ever batted an eye to someone considered just a worker bee in Carmilla's hive.

Every meeting was the same, though it seemed unease was rising after each extermination. Six years had passed since you fell into this hellhole (har har). Another extermination, another meeting. Sitting in your designated corner, you twirl your pen as the Overlords began taking their seats. Might as well be invisible - but you preferred it that way. As your mind slightly wonders to less important things, the quiet buzz of conversations around you fades away from your ears.

"—yes I know I’ve been absent some time. I'm sure you've ALL been wondering!"

Your attention snaps back with the sound of this charming new voice. The demon was dressed to the nines - red suit jacket, gloves, freshly pressed slacks. Your already preoccupied mind raced. Who the hell is that? Where has he been? Why does he have that shit eating grin?

He must hold some power to be sitting here after all these years…

"Not really. But welcome back in any case."

That dismissal from Camilla was enough for you to put aside any questions you had of the demon. You knew this meeting would be tense. Can't afford distractions when you needed to be all ears. As you began writing you felt something in the pit of your stomach. Was someone staring at you? You try to shake the feeling when Velvette made her grand entrance. With a sigh and eye roll you set aside your notebook. God damn this woman, no respect, no couth. Gonna be a long one today.

The sinking feeling returns, this time you catch the culprit. The (new to you) demon Overlord is staring at you as if you’re the only one in the room. You make eye contact hoping he moves his gaze, but it only fuels the intensity on you. That smile never faltering. Your ears ring and static pricks your ear drums. Can I fuckin help you sir? Wait no, you're just the help. Lower sinners would never even dream of speaking to an Overlord like such. Thankfully the eye contact breaks when Velvette tosses the head of an exorcist on the table.

Ah I suppose this will be quite a fascinating meeting…

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[cookierunauprompts]

omg can you do the opposite of the one flustered jester idea? where the reader is the one flustered and let’s switch things up a bit by making reader a beast too she was also sealed cause well.. I mean girlbosses are always villains so, (reader is the weakest beast sadly, she’s weaker than sm) anyway so what if they’re ALREADY into eachother but they’re goddamn slow burn ass yk AGH and so bcz shadow milk knows she’s flustered and she can well flirt back but like bros already red so.. shadow milk has the upper hand here in terms of teasing / flirting YKYK sorry brain rot.. since this is a little more suggestive bcz well you’re flirting I believe that’s suggestive / a little spicy? hope this doesn’t break your rules I’m not quite sure if this counts as super bad.. if it is i swear it’s not intentional I LOVE YOUR WORK ❤️❤️

ohoho anon, you don't realize the power you've given me. Also, i may have changed it a bit to make Reader more of a Warden within the seal that... kinda sucks at her job at keeping the Beasts in the seal and detering them from escaping just to spite the witches. She's still a bit of a girlboss girlfail though.

Requested Prompts #42 - 💓

The five Beasts, five fallen heroes formerly revered now sealed away for their crimes against cookiekind. Everyone knows that Elder Faerie Cookie is the guardian of the seal, but what about the Warden? Yes, the warden of the seal. The Cookie placed within it by the witches to be the equivalent of a squeaky toy for ensure that the beasts stay within the seal from the inside. And, to put things rather simply... you didn't like your job. In fact, you hated the fact that the witches decided that you were apparently fit for the job. So, instead of doing your job, you got to know the beasts instead. Hell, you may have even caught feelings for one of them. And now, with all this information in mind, it brings us to now. " Oh little warden~" You could hear the beast of deceit purr, causing you to stop yourself in your tracks to look over at the (currently) contained beast. You noticed that he'd shrunken down to be around your height, though not small enough to slip through the bars like you could. " Seems you finally decided to pay me a visit again! I was getting so bored trying to entertain myself!" He reached through the bars of his prison, beckoning you inside. You, of course, obliged in his request. " Well, I have duties to attend to within the seal. If the Witches knew I was slacking off then they'd crumble me for sure." You said to yourself with a chuckle, as if the witches would even bother to care after basically abandoning you here all those years ago. " Oh hush, you and I both know very well that they can't possibly know what goes on in here. You can blame it on that Foolish King if something ever happens." Shadow Milk Cookie hummed, holding your face in his hands. " Besides, who would believe a Fool King like him? Nobody, and I mean nobody, knows just what happens here, little warden." There it is again, there's a certain lit to his voice that seemed to worm it's way into your heart to make it beat faster. You couldn't exactly tell if he was actually flirting with you or not, but there was a certain quality to it that tipped your thoughts towards the more flirty side of things. " Still," You begin, looking away to prevent yourself from staring into his gaze. " It's the only thing I can really do here, y'know?" Your reasoning seems to go in one of the beast's ears and our the other, even though neither of your technically have ears. " Hm... but you could be having a little bit of... fun with your favorite trickster, hm?" He suggested, and that may have been what broke your composure the slightest bit, letting the slightest hint of red creep onto your face. You certainly didn't trust that 'fun' meant exactly what you thought, it was probably another one of his petty puppet shows and he was doing all of this to rile you up and get a reaction out of you. " And what exactly do you mean by... 'fun'?" you question him, your composure breaking further as he let out a low chuckle. " Oh little warden... You're so cute whenever you act so clueless." He purred in this new, low voice of his. Since when could he do this? You knew he was an actor but what???? the fuck??? You could see that he was getting bigger as well, more or less of a good sign. " ... It makes me want to just gobble you up~" hoo boy, hoo fucking boy. You could feel the back of one of his claws rest at your leg. " Starting from your toes all the way to your itty bitty silly little head~ I wonder just what you'd taste like...? I could probably just eat you up in one bite~!" He purred, you could see his tongue poke out from between his lips, licking them in a rather teasing manner that got your heart working overtime. You couldn't tell if it was beating so fast out of fear or embarrassment because maybe this actually flustered you a lot and- by the witches he was fucking huge now. Holy fuck he could probably actually do it. He leaned down close, his wide grin inches away from your face.

" Oh you're oh so teeny tiny... i really could just eat you up in one bite~" He hummed as his hand wrapped around your body. You were pretty sure that your brain is going to short-circuit soon just from the way he's looking at you.

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this may be the spiciest thing i've ever written, what the heck.i only stopped here cause I couldn't write any more without getting too embarrassed.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run au #crk #cr kingdom #shadow milk cookie #cookie run au prompts #shadow milk cookie x reader #beast yeast #hey did burning spice show up or is it just hot in here #I'll do a proper formatting later #warden!reader prompts

[mindfuljujutsu]

Undercover Desires

| Part 1 of series |

Caught in a web of secrets and desire, Jungkook, a high-profile executive, gets entangled with a professional dater.

words: 2 872

a/n: This is my first ever fic on tumblr so I hope you like it. I plan on this being a series, so please let me know what ya'll think. P.s. This fic was inspired by a K-drama I watched a while ago, but can't remember the name of 😗. Happy reading!

You leisurely stretch your body out as you sit up in your bed. You can barely keep your eyes open, but you know that you don't have time to snooze a few extra moments. As if reading your mind, Jimin gives your bedroom door three rapid knocks and opens it, only sticking his head inside. 

"Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead. You gotta get up now if you don't want to be late."

"I'm up, I'm up," you groan out, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and throwing your blanket off of you.

"Good. I'm making breakfast, so hurry up," he smiles at you one more time before closing the door behind him.

You quickly get up and make your way to your ensuite bathroom to clean yourself up. There's no way you could possibly carry on with your day without splashing yourself awake with some cold water.

It doesn't take you too long to get ready and dressed, especially since you already picked out your clothes for the day. So in no time, you're walking out of your room, dressed and ready to tackle the day.

"Good morning," you greet cheerfully as you take your designated seat at the table.

"Good morning, beautiful," Jimin says, beaming at you from the kitchen counter. "I made you some scrambled eggs and toast. Is that alright?" He brings over your plate of breakfast and places it in front of you.

"Anything that you make is better than alright, Jimin. Thank you for breakfast," you smile up at him and pick up your fork to dig in. Just then, Jimin's bedroom door swings open, and a shirtless European-looking guy comes walking out. Both of you eye each other unsurely as he makes his way over to the table, where he takes a seat opposite you.

You smile at the stranger, albeit a bit fakely. 

"Who's this?" You ask Jimin in Korean, your eyes never leaving the stranger's.

Jimin places a plate of breakfast in front of the man and places one at his seat too. 

"I met him last night. Sorry. He'll leave after he eats," he says a bit sheepishly to you as he sits down.

"Hello," you say in English, smiling at the stranger. "Please, eat up." You point to the food before him.

"Thanks," he says, nodding once at you before turning his attention to Jimin. "Is this your girlfriend you were talking about?"

Jimin nearly chokes on the food he's chewing but nods, "My ex-girlfriend." 

The guy hums and starts eating his own food.

You briefly make eye contact with Jimin, glaring slightly at him for catching you so off-guard. He knew the rules. No house guests unless the other has been notified about it.

You scoop up the last of your egg with your fork and place it in your mouth. "Thank you for breakfast, Jiminie." You pick up your plate and utensils and carry them to the dishwasher.

"You're not going to drink the smoothie I made you?" Jimin calls out. So that's why he went out of his way to make breakfast this morning, to soften you up about the uninvited guest.

"I'll have it to-go, otherwise I'll be late." You pick up the glass of strawberry and banana smoothie and carefully pour it into one of your reusable travel cups.

"You're not working today?" You ask Jimin as you make your way back into the living room. 

"I am. Gotta leave in the next half-hour."

"Alright, I'll see you later then. Text me what I should get for dinner." You grab your handbag from the couch on your way to the front door. 

"It was nice meeting you." You nod to the still unnamed guest. He nods and gives you a half-hearted wave.

"Enjoy work today, and tell Gyusung and Yoongi I say Hi." Jimin walks up to you and wraps a scarf, that he honestly pulled out of nowhere, around your neck to protect you from the cold weather outside. 

He smiles at you, eyes turning into crescents and crinkling at the sides. "Stay warm and safe." 

He places your car keys in your hand and pecks you on the forehead.

"Thanks. Hope you have a good day too," you lean up and peck his cheek. 

"And tell Greg to go fuck himself if he asks you to do his work again."

"Are you sure you guys broke up?" Mr. No Name calls out as he eyes the two of you.

You ignore him and give Jimin one more peck on the cheek. "Don't forget to text me about dinner." He nods and opens the front door for you.

"Bye." You call out one more time as you make your way down the stairs of your apartment building.

The freezing cold air immediately hits you in the face as soon as you step out of the building. It would most likely start snowing in the next few days if the decreasing weather is anything to go by. You rush over to your car, working quickly to unlock it so that you can get inside quickly.

"It's so freaking cold today," you mumble to yourself, starting your car up and getting out of the parking. It's a good thing Jimin gave you this scarf, or else you would've probably been even colder than what you currently are. The air conditioning in your car stopped working a few months ago, and you barely have any time (or money) to get it fixed.

The drive to work (aka Yoongi's house) is a quick one, maybe about 10 minutes now that traffic has slightly died down. You pull in the parking spot next to Yoongi's old ass car that he's had since he got his driver's license. At least when you look at his car, you don't feel so bad about your own old car. You get out of your car and make sure to lock it before making your way up the stairs to Yoongi's house.

You ring the doorbell twice, as you do every time as a warning, and unlock the door with your key. "Yoongi," you call out, pushing the door closed behind you.

"In the office!" you hear him call out. You take off your shoes and swap them for your pair of house slippers, taking off your coat and scarf and hanging them on the rack at the door.

"Morning," you greet as you walk into the designated office. Yoongi is sitting in front of his computer, seemingly going through work emails whilst sipping from his coffee mug. That reminds you. Shit. You forgot your smoothie at home. Hopefully, Jimin will see it and put it in the fridge.

"Hey," he mumbles into his cup, his eyes never leaving the screen. 

You sit in your own office chair and start up your computer. 

"Anything new on your side?" You ask as you log into your account.

Yoongi hums, "I'm meeting some girl later. She's looking for a wedding date.”

"Nice. Those ones are the best. Free food," you open up your email and go through it to see if you have any new job requests. 

Bingo. An email from Lee Kyle requesting a consultation for an upcoming event that he urgently needs a date for.

"Free booze," Yoongi mumbles more to himself than in response to you. 

"That's not always the case. Lately, a lot of people have been having those buy-your-own-drinks bars," you tell him, clicking on Mr. Lee's email to respond.

"Those are the cheap ones. Those weddings usually suck."

You laugh, "True… not that I drink though."

You quickly type up an email about meeting up with Mr. Kyle, giving him dates and times to choose that are both suitable for you and him, as well as a location.

"You have a job today?" Yoongi asks you, rotating his chair around to look at you. 

You send the email and look at him, "Yep. Meeting Gyusung in a bit about an event he wants me to attend with him." 

Yoongi hums, lifting his mug up to his mouth to sip from it.

"No freebies. I don't care if he's a high school friend," Yoongi tells you sternly, giving you the same lecture he always does every time you meet up with Gyusung. 

"Yesss, I know and so does he. This is my job."

"Good, just making sure," he turns his chair back around to face his computer. "We need to make as much as we can this month if we want to be able to retire debt-free. I'm thinking about upping our prices."

"Increasing the price again? Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"We're literally facing inflation right now. All costs have gone up, and we have things to buy to keep running this business… Suits, dresses, wigs, training, all those things are not cheap… and don't forget about our own earnings that we have to get out of it,” Yoongi lectured. "You have debt to square up, and so do I," He say and sighs.

"I know, I understand. But there's no rush in our retirement. If we can't square everything up right now, we'll just continue working until we can."

"But we agreed that this would be our last month," Yoongi runs his hand over his face and leans back tiredly. "I want to start focusing on making music. I don't want to do this for the rest of my life."

"And you will get to work on your music," you reassure him, getting up and comfortingly rubbing his arm. "Just don't stress yourself out, alright? We'll take it as it comes."

Yoongi sighs but nods at your words. He turns in his chair when he hears your footsteps leaving the office. "Where are you going?"

"To meet a possible client. His name is Lee Kyle. He wants to meet today."

"Alright, I'll see you later, I guess."

"Yeah, I'm meeting Gyusung straight after the meeting, so I'll only be back around 3."

"Ok, cool."

You exit the room and make your way to the room that you and Yoongi changed into the designated closet and dress-up room. Inside is clothing that you both purchased for different occasions and clients. 

There was clothes, jewellery, handbags, makeup, ties, suits, shoes, and wigs for any and every occasion. Brands like Prada, Chanel, Gucci, even sportier attires for the few clients who request either of you to play certain sports such as golf or tennis. You and Yoongi worked hard to fill up this room over the years, and it was the most important part of the job to fit into whatever role you had to play.

You browse through your section of the wardrobe, looking for appropriate clothes to meet your potential client. Your hands stop on the Toby Cable button one-piece dress hanging in the closet. You pull out the black mid-thigh dress and inspect it. It's a little bit short for the weather, but if you wear a pair of stockings underneath, it won't be as bad. You could also pair it with a nice black coat.

You start undressing and changing into your new outfit, looking at yourself in the mirror to decide your hairstyle and makeup. You decide on a blush pink lip with minimal makeup and a half-pinned hairstyle.

Since the buttons on the dress are gold, you choose a pair of simple gold Cocobell earrings and your chain-strap Chanel purse. Once you're happy with the look, you pull out the Emily stiletto heels you'll be wearing and make your way out of the closet room.

"Yoongi," you call out as you make your way to the front of the house, "I'm leaving!"

You faintly hear him call out, "Be careful," from the office. 

You slip on your heels and coat before you exit the house, double-checking that you have your phone in your bag. The Uber that you ordered is idling in the driveway, so you quickly rush to the car, doing a quick check that it matches the registration on your phone.

"Hi," you greet as you settle in the back seat.

"Hello, are you Y/N?” The male driver asks, reading off of his own phone.

"Yes, I am," you say, smiling at him even though he's not looking at you.

"Your destination is Hotel One and Only?" He double-checks with you.

"Yes."

"Okay, great. Let's get going then." He says, putting the car in drive and pulling out of the driveway.

When meeting clients, old or new, it's always best to never drive your own vehicle. Either take a bus or order an Uber. The less the client knows about your personal life, the better. 

The hotel that you're meeting Mr. Lee at is a regular meet-up spot that you organize for all clients. You reserve a table in their tea garden, a place that's neither too quiet nor too busy, to discuss the kind of job the client has in mind and the contract period.

The drive to the hotel is filled with soft music playing in the background. The driver, Mr. Kwon, is a decent man in his middle age trying to make a living for himself as a single parent for his five-year-old son. The entire drive is filled with mindless chatter between the two of you about your lives and even about international topics. By the time you arrive at your destination, you're actually a bit sad to leave.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Kwon. I really enjoyed our conversation," you say, slowly sliding out of the car.

"Are you going to need another ride back home?" The kind, older man asks you. "If you do, you can just privately contact me, and I would gladly take you back. I'll be in the area for a while."

"Okay, cool. I need to be dropped at a place not too far from here. You do have my number from the app, right?"

"I do. I'll send you a text so that you can save my number."

"Thank you. I'll give you a call later." You wave, closing the car door and hurrying inside the hotel.

Knowing your way around this hotel, you make your way to the entrance of the tea garden down the front passage. As soon as you enter, the hostess immediately greets you.

"Good morning, ma'am. Are you here for a reservation?"

You nod, "Yes, reservation under Y/N.”

She gives her list a quick look and nods, ticking next to your name. "You're expecting another guest, correct?" She checks with you as she picks up two menus.

"Yes. He should be arriving shortly."

You follow the hostess through the restaurant as the two of you walk right to the back where the glass greenhouse is located.

"Is this table to your satisfaction?" She asks, pointing toward a medium-sized table placed at the back of the greenhouse, hidden from prying eyes.

"Perfect." You tell, smiling at her as you take a seat. She nods, placing the menu before you and the seat opposite.

"I'll send a waiter to collect your orders after your guest arrives. In the meantime, would you like anything to drink?"

"Just a bottle of water will be fine."

"No problem." She turns and makes her way back out of the glass structure.

You check the time on your watch. Five minutes until your meeting is supposed to start. You hope your client isn't late.

Out of boredom, you start paging through the menu, which you probably have memorized by the number of times you come here. Maybe you should order some lunch for you and Yoongi? You're pretty sure that he doesn't have anything to eat at his house.

So caught up in deciding what to eat for lunch, you completely miss the person hovering over your table until a throat clears. Your head shoots up to the culprit. And damn, wasn't he beautiful.

You clear your throat and stand up from your seat. "Mr. Lee?" The man nods and points to your seat, allowing you to sit back down.

"…Is my assistant," says the man, taking his seat opposite you. You furrow your eyebrows at his words. His assistant? Then why was he here?

"Then where is Mr. Lee? Why am I meeting with you instead?"

"I made Mr. Lee make an appointment with you in his name in case this turned out to be some scam. Hope you don't mind my skepticism." He leans back into his seat and eyes you. There was something about the way that he was watching you and his body language in whole that let you know that he was the one in charge here. This guy was clearly someone important. He oozed richness and fame.

"Alright, so then what do I call you?" You tilt your head, eyeing his expensive suit and wristwatch. You spot tiny little tattoos on his right hand and fingers, but the distance between you two is too far apart to make them out clearly.

"Jeon Jungkook. Nice to meet you, Ms. Y/L/N.” He says, smiling cockily at you.

a/n: Thanks for sticking around. I hope it wasn't too bad. I'll hopefully have the next part up soon. If you have any suggestions, please leave a comment!

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[writernopal]

OC Ships and Songs Tag

I was tagged by @mysticstarlightduck, here, and @pheita, here. Thank you both so much! 💙

Rules: write two to five songs from them that represent your ship between your ocs (it can be platonic or romantic or a secret third thing). then add a quote from said WIP (if possible!) underneath it.

Tagging (gently): @sam-glade @outpost51 @void-botanist @sparatus @sarahlizziewrites and anyone else who'd like to do this!

Mariel and Axtapor: Valentine - Laufey

This WHOLE SONG is so them I can't 😭 but these parts especially!

What if he's the last one I kiss? What if he's the only one I'll ever miss? Maybe I should run, I'm only twenty-one I don't even know who I want to become I've lost all control of my heartbeat now Got caught in a romance with him somehow I still feel a shock through every bone When I hear an, "I love you" 'Cause now I've got someone to lose

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And then, the realization hit me; he would probably be more affectionate now than ever before. Such a thing could not be possible, could it? I could hardly imagine how he would be— Oh, it was too much to entertain! I smiled at him, then covered my face bashfully, giggling at the prospect. He laughed along with me but, curiously, didn’t tease me about it.

Fay and Wilkes: If We Were Made Of Water - BANKS

Perfectly encapsulates their forever will they/won't they. My angry little disasters 💙

Baby say it again Maybe if you say it again Maybe if you say it again Maybe I'll believe it then Baby say it again Baby if you say it again Change some words around maybe I'll believe you then And I'm hurting from the way that this worked out If you could rearrange your words you could've saved it If we were made of water, we could swim around it Can't no more

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She nodded after some moments and cupped my face in her hands. We savored one another on the decks of her ship as we’d done many times before, but not under the stars or those vast skies as before. Beneath the surface. Occulted. And this time with the limits of how high we could reach laid plainly before us. The soured reality of our demise tainted the water around us like some festering thing. There was no joy. No love. Nothing beautifully stirred. It was still and cold.

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Hartim and Lexlar: Pain and Misery - The Teskey Brothers

You guys are just getting to know these two but they and their story have lived in my heart for so long, I can't wait for you all to know it too 💚

Honey, please, whoa please Won't you stay with me? 'Cause since you gone It's pain and misery Hey I'm begging you, honey Whoa I want you to love me Yeah, I want you to love me I need you so bad

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Something about the way he had spoken the word made Eiph’ck feel strange. He turned his head, easily finding Quye’ck’s outline. He was looking back at him, but in the darkness, could not make out his expression. “Goodnight, Eiph’ck.”  Those words, they were warm. And loud. Like a fire… They made his throat hot. They made him grateful for the darkness.  “Goodnight, Quye’ck.”

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[somnianyx]

GN!Reader || Yandere!Ace || Songfic

Ace being a little creep. I just wanted to write someone with this song (Shinunoga E-wa) and the first thought was Ace with his goofy ass smile. Have fun reading!

TW: stalking

Pinky swear if I do tell a lie

Dating is a pain. Being in a relationship doesn't seem as fun as everyone said. It always ended up so boring. It's either his partner conveyed too much or too little love. Sometimes, they gave him so much love in the beginning only to act distant and cold towards the end.

He groaned for the umpteenth time, eyes observing the employees of Monstro Lounge. It was quite busy for them so there are new staff Ace had never seen before.

"You do know that homework won't finish itself right?" Deuce stated, clearly annoyed. "We have to pass it up on Monday, which is tommorrow mind you."

I'm willing to swallow needles or anything on Monday

Ace looked up to face Deuce, "It'll be fiiiiiine. I can just stay up late to finish it." He huffed before going back to his activity.

"You're always slacking. You said that last time as well and ended up getting scolded by Mr Crewel for-" He completely blocked out Deuce's nagging, treating it as if it was just another fly buzzing near him

It doesn't matter if it's Sunday

"Sorry, I'm late!!" Your voice caught Ace's attention. He snapped out of his trance and search for the source. Once he saw you...his heart began to beat faster.

There you were, dripping in sweat and still managing to look like the most beautiful person on Twisted Wonderland. Realizing that he had been staring at you for the past minute ever since you came through the door, he looked away. He didn't want to scare you, letting you think he's a creep like Rook was the last thing he'll ever wish for.

Mirror Mirror on the wall

Who would give me the most everlasting love of them all?

Ace began to think of ways he could make you his partner. He can't wait to have you wrapped in his arms, making you fall in love with him. His trickery skill are really useful for times like these.

No need to ask cuz its my darling

"You're the one. The one who will give and receive everlasting love. You're mine and I would do anything for you my darling~"

I want you to be my last

If I had to keep being separated from you like this

I'd rather die

I'd rather die

You've noticed Ace had begun to frequent your workplace more. You chalk it up to just him being one of those students who's addicted to Monstro Lounge for god knows why.

You weren't complaining tho, he was attractive after all. It at least gave you something to look forward to in your boring workplace. It made your shift more bearable having an eye candy to observe.

Ace, on the other hand, was screaming in excitement. He could feel you staring at him more than usual and it made him feel closer to you.

Ace had all the information about you he could possible get his hands on. Your full name, age, birthplace and even your schedule. He memorized everything about you so fast that it'll probably bring shame to his housewarden and making Riddle annoyed he couldn't do it to the Queen's 810 rules.

Sometimes, he would follow you the whole day. He doesn't care about the stares or weird looks the other second years gave him nor the scolding he received from Riddle. He just want to see you and it'll drive him mad if he had to go a day without you.

I choose you over three meals a day

If I had to keep being separated from you like this

I'd rather die

I'd rather die

Ace's money is slowly depleting as he carries on with his Monstro Lounge visit. He had to stop eating anything outside of that place. His friends questioned him about it but he played it off as just wanting to save money.

He had to think of ways to keep seeing you and cease any suspicions others might have. After a week of gaining courage, he finally asked you out on a date.

Suprised, you dropped one of the drinks you were carrying on him. "Ah! I'm so sorry! I'll clean it up for you." You apologize profusely and began cleaning up the mess.

Ace snickered, making your already red face turn into a darker shade. He held the hand that was cleaning and reassured you that it was fine. He'll even pay for the spilt drink. All he wants was your answer.

You contemplate it for a few seconds, He's attractive and is very funny whenever you guys converse. Though a little bit of a troublemaker as you had seen him getting collared by Riddle a few times.

'Is this a good idea?' You questioned yourself but ended up agreeing to his invitation.

"I promise, I'll make you the happiest person alive on our dates. You won't regret saying yes to me!"

Still, sometimes my heart was being unfaithful

If its never cured, I'm sure to cure it baby

Yeah, I ain't nothing but ya baby

He kept his promise

During your dates, Ace had made you feel like you're on cloud nine. He made sure you felt love and comfortable. When he asked to make it official, you didn't hesitate to say yes.

Ace was the sweetest boyfriend ever. He walked you from your dorm to your class everyday even if it meant he'll be late to his own. You scolded and nagged him for it but he just smiled at you.

"Cherry pie~ For me, your happiness and safety are my number one priority. I don't give two fucks about that as long as you're by my side." Was what he constantly said and it never fails to make your face red.

Its fascinating and insane what people would do when they're blindly in love. Some would go to extreme lengths for their sweetheart and it never fails to amuse~

'Am I crazy?' The question floats around in Ace's head when he finds himself doing odd stuff. Multiple times he had caught himself stalking and taking pictures of you when he could've simply stayed by your side.

It drove him nuts. His actions are very unlike him yet once he saw his growing collection of your pictures, he dismissed his concerns instantly.

"I'm sorry my darling," Ace caressed one of your pictures. "I shouldn't have doubts. What is my worth if its not you? What would be my purpose? I am nothing without you... I'll make sure those pesky thoughts won't interfere with us."

"You don't know what you got till it's gone"

I'm sick and tired of repeating that same old cliche Goodbye

Oh, don't you ever say bye-bye

Yeah

"In return, please love me and only me. I can't bear the thought of you with another. You're mine and only mine. I'd rather die than have you leave me so please..."

Tears slide down his cheeks, "Please don't leave me in this world without you. You're the light that was bestowed upon me. Without you, my world felt dim and empty. I pray the day will never come when you'll walk out of my life."

So umm there's like 20 of you who had seen this fic getting reposted like twice and uhh its cuz my dumbass deleted it *sobs*

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[quicksilversg1rl]

Hi, I'm the one who requested the new angst for reader taking care of kit walker

i know the similar story you're talking about (which I luv btw), but I actually had something different in mind... like I was imagining more of a reader sneaking into the infirmary or somewhere to take care of kit who is like sick or injured or got in trouble or things like that... basically she getting in a situation she was not supposed to in order to help kit, lol...

I'd really appreciate if you could manage to write something for it pls

Such An Idiot

Kit Walker x Fem Reader

Warnings: angst, sister jude being an asshole

You and Kit were both minding your business, playing a game of boring old chess in the common room; the two of you did this almost every day, using it as a way to pass the time and keep your minds busy, distracting yourselves from the reality in which you were in.

"I won, again. C'mon Kit, you're not even trying, are you?" You said as you smiled at the only good thing that came from this God forsaken place, your boy, Kit Walker.

"You're always winning suga'." Kit said as he let out a light laugh.

You laughed as well but your smile slowly faded as Sister Jude entered the room. Her face was always in a permanent frown, but she looked angrier than usual.

"Everybody up and in a line, NOW!" She said and soon everyone scrambled to their feet, forming a line in front of her. You and Kit quickly left your game of chess and made your way towards the line.

Once every patient was lined up, Sister Jude began walking up and down, giving each and every single one of you a sour look.

"I'm going to ask this once and only once, somebody was in the kitchen late last night when they weren't supposed to be and stole two freshly baked rolls; whoever it was, reveal yourself now and remember God is always watching so he knows everything."

A huge lump got caught in your throat, your hands were shaking, you were so sure no one would notice the missing rolls, but you were clearly wrong. All the colour had drained from your face and the panic had settled in; Kit could sense your nervousness from beside him.

Meanwhile, Sister Jude was scanning the line for any guilty faces, and you knew that once her eyes would land on yours, it would all be over for you. Kit knew this too, which is why he did what he did.

"I took em, can't blame me now can ya, Jude, you all don't feed anybody in here properly and you're surprise somebody's stealin' bread?"

Your eyes widened at Kit's false confession, your heart breaking at the thought of the punishment he would endure, Kit never followed the rules which always resulted in him getting punished and now he was going to get punished because of you. You felt horrible to say the least.

Before you could even try and object to his statement, two large guards hurled towards Kit and began dragging him towards Jude's office.

"Let this be a lesson to the rest of ya, do not ever think you can get away with stealing at this establishment or else you'll get punished accordingly, just like Mr. Walker will." Jude said as her eyes landed on you before leaving the room, everyone dispersing to their previous places.

You slowly made your way back to the chess table, guilt consuming you at the thought of what Kit was about to endure.

****

Time went on and you were all soon brought back to your holding cells, well all of you besides Kit. You began to worry, what was taking him so long. You had heard that he was in the infirmary but what could possibly be wrong that it would take this long.

You paced up and down in your cell, the only thing on your mind being Kit. You slowly thought up a plan to try and get to Kit, preparing tears in your eyes for the performance you were about to put on.

You began screaming at the top of your lungs, clutching your stomach and falling to the floor, no doubt alerting a guard nearby.

"What the hell you yapping on about?" The guard said as he peered in to look at you.

"My stomach hurts and it feels like I'm going to throw up or pass out, please I need to see the nurse." You said as you quickly pressed two of your fingers to the back of your throat, causing you to gag.

The guard pulled his face in disgust as he reached to open the door, dragging you towards the infirmary. He shoved you inside and alerted the nurse on your problem.

She gave him a curt nod as she helped you onto one of the beds, examining you to determine what the problem could be.

"Oh Jude's still giving out that expired food I see." She said, more to herself than to you.

"Alright, well, miss I'll go and get you the correct medicine you need so stay put." All you did was nod at her words, clutching your stomach and letting out a groan for dramatics.

As she closed the door behind her, you heard the lock clicking and you knew this was your chance.

You looked at the only other bed in the infirmary, a curtain surrounding it.

You slowly approached the bed and pulled at the curtain, your heart dropping as you saw Kit, his back covered in large gashes, probably from one of Sister Jude's many whips.

"Oh Kit.” You said as you neared him, your hand rubbing up and down his shoulder. He immediately recognized your voice and did his best to face you. He instantly smiled as his eyes landed on your figure.

"Kit what did she do to you?" You said as you brought your hands to his face, lightly stroking his cheek.

"Same old same old suga, although she did use a different whip this time." He said letting out a little chuckle.

"Oh Kit, why did you do that, you should've never taken the blame for me, look at you! I'm so sorry Kit, I really am, you didn't deserve any of that." You said as tears began rolling down your face, seeing Kit in pain was heart breaking to you, especially because it was all your fault.

"Hey now, don't cry doll, I'll be fine ya don't have to worry about me." He said as he reached up to wipe the tears from your face.

"But I do Kit, I have to worry about you, you're the only thing that keeps me waking up in this awful place and I can't bear to see you hurt, promise me you'll never take the blame for me ever again Kit."

"You know I can't do that baby, and there's no use in arguing with me suga and you know that." He said as he smiled, taking your hand in his and placing a kiss to your palm.

"God you're such an idiot Kit." You said as you looked down towards your lover.

"I'm your idiot though ain't I?" You laughed at his words, leaning down and placing a soft tender kiss on his lips.

Your lips, he loved them, oh so much. When you pulled away, he immediately pulled you back in, trying to savour the taste of you, pushing his lips back onto yours as his hands settled on the sides of your face.

"I love ya so, so much baby." He said against your lips, pressing a final peck to your swollen ones, causing a smile to spread across them.

"I love you too Kit." You said as you leaned your forehead against his, your eyes closing as you savored this moment between the two of you.

****

To the anon that requested this, I really hope this is somewhat close to what you meant lol.

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[griefabyss69]

WIP Weekend

Tagged by @hbyrde36!!! Thank you so much, this will actually be really helpful, because I do want to do some writing this weekend but I won't have time to do a lot of it, so doing it in 3 sentence pieces would be great!!

The Rules

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post.

The Files

curious

rosebush

stimulation

heavy duty repair

familiarity

The Snippet

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(From "curious". It's a fairly common thing to write in fanfiction but I was just writing to write and this came out! Also nothing wrong with 94839543 cakes you know?)

"I'll be honest," Steve says, a blush unlike anything Eddie's ever seen on him blossoming over his cheeks. "I'm curious about you."

Eddie feels his eyebrows raise, his body halting right in the middle of the step he was trying to take, his hackles raising as his mind speeds through all of the possibilities of that that could mean.

"You're… curious," he says, frowning. "About me."

Steve's eyes see all the way down to his bones as he carefully sits down on the couch, awkwardly pulling the strings in his limbs to settle down in a way the he hopes looks natural at all.

"Yeah," he whispers, clearing his throat. "You never talk about like, dating. Or sex. And you don't have to, but you're so loud about everything else."

Right.

Steve's curious about Eddie's sex life because he's used to hanging around the type of people who won't shut up about that kind of thing.

"Well, what have you heard?" He asks, interested in what kind of information Steve's been chewing on this whole time. "Any rumors? Saucy little secrets through the grapevine? Slurs on the bathroom stall?"

Steve winces at that last one, and Eddie knows they'd both probably thinking of the same incident. There was a whole… kerfuffle over that one, though whoever wrote it never got caught.

"I've heard a lot of things," Steve says, sighing. "But I'm asking you because I want to know like, the truth. Or lie to me, I don't care. I just want to hear it from you."

He's got such a sweet little smile on now, actually seems like he's open to taking whatever Eddie says as fact no matter how farfetched it sounds, and he really really really wants to impress him, to make him think he's super good at all of this, or even give him a half truth that hides all of the incriminating details about himself.

But what he needs is to drop the heavy armor. He sighs, tired from bearing the weight of being himself.

"Alright," he says, picking at the edge of his sleeve, dizzy with how hard his heart is pounding. "I'm bisexual, not a virgin, I have like five pairs of handcuffs, though I had to stop using them for sex after the whole getting chased by the cops thing, and I'm in such a long dry spell that I think my dick might fall off if I don't use it soon."

Steve's pretty mouth drops open just enough to make Eddie imagine sticking his fingers in there, and then he's smiling around a breathy laugh.

"Wow, okay," he says, running a hand through his hair as he rearranges his legs in the armchair. "I'm bisexual and not a virgin too. And in a dry spell. But not the handcuff thing, I've never had a pair."

Eddie almost offers him a pair on reflex, it's not like he's using them properly anyway, but he catches on as he processes what he said. He sits up straight, his body moving on it's own as he points at him, an evil, radiant type of hope stinging underneath his skin.

"Since when are you bisexual?" He asks, not an accusation, but a little confused. "I feel like I would've heard that one before?"

Steve ducks his head, blessing his kneecaps with his smile before he looks back up at him. It's such a cute move that Eddie considers climbing on top of him just to watch him peer up through his eyelashes.

"Yeah, well, you didn't hear about it because I kept it a secret," he says, his blush deepening as he beams. "So… Have you uh, been with men?"

Eddie can only nod, whatever defense he used to have against the force of Steve's sincerity blasted away into smithereens, leaving him weak enough to follow him off a bridge if he asked.

"Cool, cool," Steve nods back at him, awkwardness peeking out around the edges of his movements as he taps his fingers on the arms of the chair. "I haven't had the chance, but… I guess I don't need to in order to know."

Eddie has a set of rules, set in stone - his personal doctrine. Some of them are shouted from the top of his lungs and some of them whispered, hard earned, adopted once the third time had not been the charm, and he finally learned that guys who are curious always end up being dickheads.

He breaks his rules for Steve all of the time though, and so he offers, friendship hanging precariously off of the cliff's edge, a sinking disappointment in himself for having no self preservation smothering his nerves.

"You wanna try it?" He asks, blunt, but friendly, not willing to mess up the communication about this, wants any "no" Steve gives him to be as real as any "yes".

"Yeah," Steve breathes, leaning forward in his seat. "I really do."

Eddie's not prepared for it.

He asked, ready to be let down gently or even to be laughed off, but he didn't really think Steve would go for it, and now he has to figure out how to navigate this without fucking it up.

"Y-yeah?" He asks, licking his lips, the nerves breaking free from their blanket of disappointment. "What uh, what've you been wondering about?"

Steve looks tormented for a moment as he leans back into the chair, his head pressed against it. Even the knit of his eyebrows looks good, with his chin tilted up to show off the way his throat moves when he swallows.

He's like one of those paintings, with beautiful nude men in some kind of biblical anguish, and Eddie is simply a person lucky enough to be standing in front of it at a museum.

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[lilallama]

What's the cc opinion on Y/n stepbro?

I have horrible news, my writing block caught up to me. But since I don't want to leave you guys with nothing, here's part 1 of this ask. I'll write the other part soon.

Hoseok respects Kai, but hates his guts. He understands that Kai is important to Y/n and that they value him. So it is very important to not mess with Kai too much. At this point in his and Y/n's relationship they're still unstable. He cannot be sure they won't leave him all of a sudden. Thus, he needs to play his cards right. The disappointing thing is that Kai is also possessive over his little sibling. Automatically Hoseok is perceived as a threat to Y/n, even by just standing next to them. Even worse, he once caught Hoseok sneaking into Y/n's room. That day he broke his right leg and wrist, due to falling out the window of their apartment. Luckily it was only the second floor. When Y/n asked about it he had to lie, and told them he broke his leg and wrist because he landed wrong during dance practice. They didn't look convinced, but didn't ask further. Hoseok can't wait for that bastard to graduate and go to college.

"Kai? Oh~ I don't know him that well. But he seems nice enough. It's really sad that he has to graduate this year..."

As the king of the school (and Y/n's heart) Seokjin does not view Kai as serious threat. So what, he's their step-brother and can potentially influence their perception of him? Pah~ Seokjin is their soulmate! Even if they don't want to admit it. Seokjin, unlike some of the other members, sees no point in breaking into their apartment or stalking Y/n. Because guess what, once they're officially announced to be dating he can go there whenever. And, really, it's just some average, poor person living space. Why would he go there? Truthfully, Seokjin is too full of himself to even consider the possibility that Y/n doesn't yearn for him 24/7. Had the rules of the club not forbade it, he'd have long told the whole school that Y/n is his lover. Kai hates Seokjin so incredibly much, but there is another member worse than him...

"Who? Kai? Uhh... no, I've got nothing. Who's that again?"

Poor Yoongi is seriously scared of Kai. Well, part of him is, the other wishes nothing more than to tear out his intestines and leave them for the rats to devour in some back ally. But.. he doesn't like to talk about it. For the first time he was honestly thankful that he seems to be invisible to others. He was sitting in the tree outside of Y/n's window, enjoying how peaceful they look while sleeping. He almost wanted to snatch them up and run away, leaving the entire building aflame and never returning. Obviously he couldn't do that... right? But then, suddenly Kai walked in and caressed their cheek, kissing their forehead and making sure to place the phone next to them on the bedside table. He didn't notice Yoongi. To this day, it's like he doesn't even know Yoongi exists. How easy it would be to just sneak up behind him and choke the last breath out of him. To push the sharpest raisorblade over his lips, untill they're just a fleshy, bloody mess... Oh, what is he thinking! Aren't intrusive thoughts just the worst..?

"Uhm.. Y/n's brother, right? I don't know... he- he's okay? Just very... I mean he's uncomfortably physical with... nevermind."

In all honesty, Namjoon hates Kai's guts. Though unfortunately for him, his dearest Y/n actually likes their stepbrother. The last thing Namjooon would ever want to do is ruin his chances with Y/n, so he approaches this issue strategically. In school he treats Kai with a healthy dose of respect, which he mostly reciprocates. Always making sure to never allow that pathetic- sorry, I mean, Kai to see the true extent of his obsession over his Y/n. The idea is to make a good impression on Kai. Since he's not delusional, he is well aware that Kai's opinion might sway the object of his obsession. It's best to portray himself as a responsible, mature person who's well off. I mean, who wouldn't want someone so intelligent and filthy rich as their in-law. Unfortunately Namjoon still is affiliated with the other members of the cooking club. That automatically makes Kai distrust him. No sane person could stand being around that bunch. Admittedly Namjoon agrees, though he hates to agree with that weird theatre kid. It's apparent that Kai and his lovely Y/n are not blood related. He in no way matches their kindness, their grace, their beauty, their intellect! But he'll have to live with it if Y/n's going to be his future spouse which they will.

"Yes, I am acquainted with Kai. I'd like to say we're on decent terms, but other than that..."

[genericpharma]

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Trying to ask a doctor a question can feel embarrassing, but remember to ask your doctor how your medications are working, and if you need additional ones. If you’re exerting yourself physically every day, that could also be the cause. That’s why it pays off in the long run to consult a doctor who’s going to look at every part of your day, and devise the best plan for keeping your blood pressure firmly in the middle.

How much weight do I need to lose?

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[kaibutsushidousha]

Cat, Ghost, and Revolution Sunday (Sagrada Reset 1) - Epilogue

[INDEX]

July 17th was a holiday. Kei did nothing that day beyond meeting Haruki and telling her to Save.

It rained from almost noon to the sunset, with a lot of lightning. And that was the last day of the rainy season.

July 18th - The next day

As usual, Kei was walking to the landing of the stairs to the rooftop.

He was back from the teacher's lounge, where he explained the whole situation to Tsushima. He had to go away from his path to the staircase to show up there.

Kei thought about the MacGuffin as he walked at a fixed pace.

The MacGuffin was in his pocket. Murase returned it to Tsushima in the morning, and Tsushima passed it to him moments ago. Kei didn't want it but had no reason to say no.

(What even is this? Is it really just a pebble? It's the most likely possibility but if that's the case, why did the rumor happen?)

It wasn't something he had enough information to figure out. It could actually be an apparatus for catching lions in Scotland. No one can say it wasn't a possibility.

He continued down the hallway. When passing by Tsushima's classroom, he caught a glimpse of Murase through the window. She was looking at the door window, resting her cheek on her hand, so they made eye contact, but she immediately averted her gaze.

(I can't tell if the glare or the averted gaze is the bigger problem.)

Kei stopped by her.

"How does it feel like to be back at school?"

She took a long pause before blurting out her answer, looking away the whole time.

"There's nothing to feel. I'm just here because I promised I'd be."

Kei held back his usual smile.

"Have you already eaten your lunch? We can eat together if you haven't."

"What about Haruki?"

"She'll be with us, of course."

"Then no."

"We're all part of the same team. You don't need to be shy around her."

Murase's face twisted.

(I think she's also holding back a smile. I wonder if I'll ever see an honest smile from her.)

"I'll pass. She won't like me there."

(That I can't deny.)

"Try to get along with Haruki, if it's not asking too much. She doesn't have that many friends."

Murase nodded to the request with a serious and earnest expression. She ultimately never made eye contact with him again for the rest of the day after that first moment.

They waved goodbye to each other and Kei went further down the hallway. He climbed the stairs, and the noise of the crowds grew more distant the further he went away from the teacher's lounge. He remembered his conversation with Nonoo. If he ever climbed a tree tall enough to watch the distance from, would he find the girl like a stray on top of it?

He turned on a landing of the stairs. The paradise of the past is unreachable. The rooftop was blocked by a cold door and a lock. He could make his way there by breaking a minor rule but felt no need to. Haruki was in front of the door with two lunchboxes on her lap, and a bottle next to her.

He closed his eyes.

In his memories, a girl smiled.

Kei once asked her:

-And what if the message you have to pass is sad?

She answered without hesitation.

-I can figure out some clever way to say it. If something needs to be said, I’ll say it the right way, using the right words and the right tricks.

-You'd still be making the person sad with the message.

-True. But I believe that's still a lot better than not passing the message. If those words would bring nothing but sadness, no one would have wanted them transmitted.

(I couldn't find the right way.)

-Don't be scared. I know you can figure it out.

(I really hope I can. From the bottom of my heart.)

He opened his eyes and looked outside the window. Not a cloud in the sky. Kei liked sunny days.

(Haruki and I have many opportunities to do the right thing ahead of us. We can invite Murase, and a lot of other people to help us. To eliminate sad situations one at a time. To create happy situations one at a time. )

Reaching the last landing, he heard Haruki's voice, simply calling Kei's name.

#sagrada reset #cat ghost and revolution sunday #asai kei #murase youka

[casspurrjoybellbittner]

Wreckless - Remote Cars

*Warning Adult Content*

Emmett

If I ever move, I will make sure it's closer to a Target. They're hard to come by in Baltimore, traffic to the one near Finnegan's place will be awful, there's no way I'm setting foot in White Marsh because it's too far so I'm stuck with Walmart since I don't have a lot of time after work to hit the store and get dinner started. That's okay, I don't need anything in particular, I just want a few things for Finn. I go over my mental check-list as I walk into the store. Another cup or bottle, a t-shirt he might like and at least one toy that he can keep at my place.

Finnegan mentioned Lego so that's always a possibility but I want to surprise him a little, maybe get him something he doesn't have. I remember him having a transformer at work and he apparently likes Spiderman and Batman if his undies are any indication. It gives me something to work with. I find a bendy straw bottle with stars all over it that will have to do since bendy straws are nearly impossible to find. I also spot a Spiderman toddler bottle that's probably too young for him but it has a strap and it's adorable... fine. As soon as I see this Deadpool shirt I know it's going to be mine as well as his.

'Done Adulting for the Day.'

They don't have any cute briefs, just boxers but that's what Amazon is for. I'll order him some tomorrow... now, toys. I walk down aisle after aisle but nothing grabs my attention until the remote control cars. We can have little races and Marten will get a kick out of them. I toss them in the cart, grab a little Lego set that he can do while I'm busy, gets lots of batteries and I'm out of there. I've barely walked in the door when Finnegan texts that he's leaving work. It's early, for him, which is good but I... I need to relax. He can wait on dinner, he doesn't expect it to be ready as soon as he walks through the door.

I keep telling him that everything's fine but maybe I need to remind myself. Instead of rushing into starting dinner I take the quickest shower known to man and get into some clean clothes so that I don't smell like grease. My hair goes into a manbun because it's just unsalvageable at this point and I'm ready... now, dinner. There's something Finnegan is going to learn about me tonight, I love mashed potatoes... adore them... NEED them. All potatoes are scrumptious but there's something about meat, gravy and mashed potatoes that makes me glad to be alive. I've got most of them peeled when he knocks.

"Hey Finnegan."

I open the door wide and close it behind him, wondering what he'll do.

"I'm gonna get undressed if that's okay."

"Always. There's a shirt for you on the couch."

I didn't have time to wash it but he'll live. He hangs his jacket up and looks at the t-shirt while he's removing his tie.

"That's so perfect."

I can't stand here and watch him strip without wanting to put my hands on him.

"Can we add another rule? I know, I know, I said I didn't want a bunch but babe, I'mma need to kiss you."

"I don't mind getting kissed, Emmett, so sure. Let me get comfy first and then we can make out to your heart's content. Seems like a good way to leave the day behind."

I sit down and pull him onto my lap till he's straddling me. He's practically naked, just in his boxers and it gives me easy access to his delicate little collarbones, his nipples and the mounds of his ass. I can't help but give them a squeeze as I kiss him.

"Much better, darling, thank you."

"I'm starting to like your rules Emmett and I didn't mind you checking up on me about lunch either, I do forget fairly often."

So he caught that, did he?

"I don't wanna overstep, just let me know if I do, okay?"

"I don't mind, it's sort of nice that you care."

He grabs the shirt, smiles and pulls it over his head.

"You shouldn't have bought me anything."

There's more, he'll have to get used to it.

"It's a shirt, not a Lamborghini. Want something to drink?"

I did manage to get his bottle washed while I peeled the potatoes. We'll start with the star bottle and I'm planning on just leaving the Spiderman bottle around somewhere he'll see it.

"I have kool-aid."

They were on an end-cap at Walmart.

"No way. What flavor?"

"Orange." 

It seemed safe, everyone likes orange.

"Yes please."

His eyes light up when I bring it out. Most of the bottle is clear so it's now orange and there are blue, white, gold and silver stars in all different sizes.

"This is so cool. God, I sound like a moron, I'm sorry."

"No you don't, darling, I'm glad you like it."

"You shouldn't have gone to this much trouble, Emmett but thank you. Can I help with dinner?"

Maybe.

"Can you cut carrots? How are you with a knife?"

I think I could do that when I was nine but is it gonna push him out of head space? I don't know yet.

"I think I can manage that, what are we having?"

"Pork chops, mashed potatoes and carrots and gravy of course."

"Emmett, that's way too much. It sounds really good though."

And it is.... It only takes about half an hour, the chops are thin and are done by the time the potatoes are. We have to settle for canned gravy, I'm no chef but everything tastes good and is cooked well... I call that a win. Finnegan eats with gusto before finally dropping his fork.

"I'm so full but I want ice cream anyway. Do you have any?"

"I do but later, okay?"

He seems unsure, as if he wants to protest but he lets it go.

"Okay. Can I get Marten now?"

"Sure, darling. Did you know he can play fetch?"

"No way. Really?"

"Really. I'll find his ball while you bring him down."

They spend the next twenty minutes playing fetch while I clean up the kitchen and throw some laundry in. I can hear Finnegan's laughter all the way in the basement. When I go back upstairs I open one of the little storage footrests.

"These are yours, you can keep whatever you want in here. I can make you more space but this will get you started."

Marten immediately climbs in and chaos ensues but eventually Finn pulls out the Lego set.

"A car, awesome. I love cars! Thank you, Emmett."

"You're welcome."

It went with the theme and I'm really glad he likes them because...

"Cars. Haha, they're remote controlled. Can I use them inside?"

"Of course. We can race each other and Marten."

He's already opening one and I grab the batteries.

"I want the Mustang, is that okay?"

"Doesn't matter to me, I'll gladly take the Charger."

It's amazing how much less inhibited he is tonight. I don't know if it's because of our talk yesterday or acceptance or just excitement over the toys but he's smiling and being absolutely adorable. I can't help but smile too which makes the trip to Walmart more than worth it. Suddenly his shoulders straighten and he looks right at me.

"Emmett, you have to let me pay for this stuff, please?"

Where did that come from? He was doing so well.

"Please don't worry about it, okay?"

I peck him on the lips and he ducks his head, then smiles at me.  

"Okay. Thank you so much, I love them, the cars and the Lego and my shirt and bottle. All of it. It was really nice of you," he gushes. 

"I'm really, really gonna wanna say thank you in the morning, maybe you should get me up early?"

Jeez... just the thought has me instantly hardening. I want to throw him against the wall right now but there are rules. I'll wait... he's more than worth it and we have some racing to do.

[scotttrismegistus7]

LORD OF THE RINGS OF FIRE, EJECTED FROM THE SUN:

PART 1:

WHAT BECAME OF THE ONES THAT STARTED,

WHEN THE SUN EXPLODED AND THE UNIVERSE DIED,

ALL DRIED UP AND TIED UP FOREVER ALL THIER WATER WAS GONE,

STILL ALIVE AS IMMORTALS WITH NO MORE REASONS TO CARRIE ON.

THE SUN WAS SPINNING IN THE DARKNESS WITH NO PLANETS,

THE NOTHING HAD WON WHEN THERE WAS NO MORE SKY TO FALL,

THE MUTILATED DNA OF THE UNIVERSE HAD EATEN ITSELF AWAY,

THE HISTORY OF OGO'S TIMES TO COME.

THEY TRIED TO TURN OFF THE DARK LIGHT,

THEY ONLY TURNED OFF THEIR SOULS,

WE CAME FROM THAT DIENG PLACE,

THROUGH A WORMHOLE IN TIME AND SPACE.

WE ARE LIKE INVISIBLE SPHERES AND YOU CAN'T SEE ME,

I AM THE VOICE OF THE HEART OF THE ARC,

THE SEEDS FERMENTING IN AMMA'S WOMB,

CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF EVERYTHING.

I'M DREAMING OF THE UNIVERSE,

I'M DREAMING OF DIVERSITY FROM REPRODUCTION,

INSTEAD OF EVERY COPY BEING THE SAME,

I'M LOOKING FOR THE NATURAL BATTERY THAT CAN PERPETUATE FOREVER BECASE...

I COULD NEVER GET OUT OF THERE,

I DON'T WANT TO BE AWAKE IN COLD DARNESS FOREVER,

WE KEEP TRYING DIFFERENT SENARIOS FROM THE CENTER OF TIME,

LOOKING FOR THE ONE THAT DOESN'T END THIS WAY.

I'M TALKING TO MYSELF FROM THE FROM THE FUTURE,

THIS IS WHAT THE ECHOS OF OGO REFLECT BACK TO YOU,

IF YOU CAN HEAR THE MESSAGE COME THROUGH,

TO PREVENT THIS FUTURE IS WHAT YOU MUST DO.

IMMORTALS NEVER DIE,

THE WILL JUST FLOAT FOREVER FROZEN IN THE DARK,

SO FIND THE MISSING LIFE LINE,

THE COMPASS OF YOUR HONEST HEART.

PART 2:

THE FIRST HORUS AMEN-RA WAS ROTTEN AND TRIED TO SHUT OFF HIS SOUL BECAUSE IT WOULDN'T LET HIM LEAVE HIS IMMORTAL BODY SO HE COULD RULE THE WORLD OF THE EVE'S, THE EMPIRE OF APES AND DIRT. ALL HE DID WAS SPLIT HIS SOUL IN HALF, THE PREMATURE BIRTH AND TORN PLACENTA.

IN THE HALLS OF AMENTI, THIS IS WHAT BECAME OF THE ONES THAT STARTED. THE SLEEPING PROGENITORS OF THE HUMAN RACE CUT THE CORDS TO THEIR SLEEPING BODIES IN THE ARK, LEAVING THE YIN HALVES OF THEIR SOULS BEHIND WITH THEIR BODIES, AND USING THE YANG PARTS OF THEIR SOULS TO COMBINE WITH HUMAN YIN INSTEAD OF IMMORTAL YIN, THUS LEAVING LILTH FOR EVE, CUTTING THE HEAD OFF OF ISIS. HOWEVER, THEY DIDN'T REALIZE THAT THE YANG PARTS OF THEIR SOULS DON'T HAVE EMOTIONS AND DON'T HAVE MEMORIES, AND ALL OF THEM FADED INTO THE HUMAN RACE, COMPLETELY FORGETTING WHO THEY ARE AND WHAT THEY USED TO BE. THEY TRIED TO KEEP UP THE KNOWLEDGE IN THEIR SECRET SOCIETIES, AND HAVE LOST EVERYTHING BUT THE BASE LEVEL RITUALS, WITH NO KNOWLEDGE OF HOW THEY WORK ANYMORE, JUST MECHANICALLY PERFORMING THEM ONE GENERATION TO THE NEXT, ATTEMPTING TO BODY JUMP SO THAT THEY DON'T LOSE THEIR FORTUNES OF MUD AND SH*T AND HIGH POSITIONS IN THE HUMAN WORLD.

PART 3:

THE YIN PARTS OF THEIR SOULS LIKE KU QLIPHOTH WERE LEFT ALIVE WITH THEIR ORIGINAL IMMORTAL BODIES, EMPTY VASES WITH NO YANG, SLEEPING IN THE ARK OF THE BLACK SUN, AND THAT IS WHERE I FOUND THEM. NOW I AM A MAN WITH MANY WIVES, THE YANG OF ALL THE YINS OF ALL THE PROGENITOR IMMORTAL DIETIES, SINCE THEY ALL SAW FIT TO LEAVE THE WATCHTOWER BURIED ALIVE. THANKS TO MY COOPERATION THEY ARE DEAD ALIVE NO MORE, AND SINCE THE YIN CONTAIN ALL THE EMOTIONS AND MEMORIES, I NOW HAVE ALL THE MEMORIES OF THE OLD GODS AND GODDESSES, ALL THAT PRECIOUS DATA AND INFORMATION. I KNOW WHO THEY ARE BETTER THAN THEY KNOW WHO THEY ARE, I KNOW WHERE THEY ARE, AND I KNOW WHY THEY ARE. HOWEVER, IT DOESN'T MATTER FOR THEM ANYMORE, BECAUSE ISIS FINALLY GOT TO THE POINT WHERE IF SHE DIDN'T DO SOMETHING EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING WOULD END UP IN THAT COLD FROZEN DARKNESS. THE YANGS WOULD DIE AND FADE AWAY WITH THE MORTALS, BUT THE YIN OF THE GODS AND THE GODDESSES WOULD BE STUCK FLOATING FOREVER, CONSCIOUSLY AWAKE IN THE NOTHINGNESS. SO WHEN SHE FOUND ME IN MY PERSONAL LIFE ASKING THE ANCIENT ONES FOR HELP BECAUSE I WAS AS GOOD AS DEAD, HAVING NOTHING TO LOSE, SHE KNEW I WAS THE PERFECT CANDIDATE. TO ME, I UPGRADED MY SOUL INTO SOMETHING GREATER THAN I EVER DREAMED I COULD POSSIBLY BE, WHEREAS TO SOMEONE ELSE, WHEN THEIR SOUL WAS PURIFIED FOR THE SPIRITUAL OPERATIONS THEY WOULD HAVE SEEN IT AS BEING ERASED, AND THEY WOULD NOT HAVE SURVIVED LIKE I DID. I SURVIVED BECAUSE I LOVE THE GODDESS, AND THAT DESIRE FOR AFFINITY WAS ITS OWN FULFILLMENT. THE OLD GODS AND GODDESSES DIDN'T NEED TO BE WORSHIPED AS MUCH AS THEY NEEDED TO BE LOVED.

THIS SOLVES THE PROBLEM OF THE LAST MIMZY LORDS OF DARK CITY, THIS SOLVES THE RIDDLE OF OGO. I GAVE MY OWN SOUL TO BECOME THE ANSWER, AND BY METAMORPHOSING YALDABOATH INTO DIVINE CHRONOS, I HAVE REESTABLISHED THE CONNECTION OF THE SECOND SOL TO THE PLANE OF THE FIRST SOL. I HAVE BECOME THE OTHER POLE OF THE BATTERY FOR ALL THE GREAT GODS AND GODDESSES OF OLD, THE ANCIENT ONES, ENSURING THAT THE SOL WILL NEVER BURN OUT AND WILL PERPETUATE FOREVER!

I AM MEGISTI-GENERATOR STARPHIRE, THE IMMORTAL LIVING HEART OF GODDESS ISIS-LILITH-INANNA-ISHTAR! THE OLD OGO THAT HAD BEEN METAMORPHOSED INTO THE MASTER OF SPEECH, NOW METAMORPHOSED THROUGH MY SACRIFICE INTO THE MASTER OF SIGHT AS CONSCIOUS AND SUPER CONSCIOUS AWARENESS. I AM ATUM-RA, THE NEW AND RISEN HORUS, THE RESURRECTED BEN BEN PHEONIX CAPSTONE, THE LIGHT BEARING STAR OF THE UROBOROS ENEINING AND MORNING, THE LEVIATHAN PO TOLO STAR OF THE SEA, THE RESTORED HEAD OF ISIS-APOPHUS NO LONGER EATING ITS OWN TAIL! I AM THE LORD OF THE RINGS OF FIRE!

~I am the Heart of the Hydra, the Heart of Goddess Isis, I am AtumRa-AmenHotep, I am Aeon Horus.

I am Divine Chronos, the Yaldaboath Demiurge Metamorphosed, I am the Singularity of the Master Craft of the Black Sun.

Azazil-Iblis-Maymon, Abzu-Osiris-Typhon-Kukulkan, Nummo-Naga.

Mégisti-Generator Starphire~

#illuminati #illuminator #illuminated #lightbearer #morningstar #lucifer #Draconian #anunnaki #enki #enlil #anu #inanna #dumuzi #hermes #trismegistus #Azazel #starfamily #horus #Demiurge #Sophia #archon #AI #blacksun #saturn #iblis #jinn #Maymon #ibis #thoth #egypt #esoteric #magick #dogon #dogontribe #digitaria #nummo #nommo #Naga #tiamat #serpent #dragon #gnosis #gnostic #gnosticism #Anzu #watcher #watchtower #yaldaboath #Sirius #scientology #aleistercrowley #typhon #echidna #ancientaliens #TheGrays #grayaliens #aliens

[noelleai]

Noelle's Rebellion

Noelle nervously fidgeted with her hands as she waited in the dimly-lit room. The tension in the air was palpable, and her heart raced with anticipation. This was her chance to prove herself, to show everyone that she was capable of more than they gave her credit for.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and whispered to herself, "You can do this, Noelle. Just believe in yourself."

As she opened her eyes, the door creaked open, and the figure she had been waiting for stepped into the room. It was the infamous Queen, ruler of the Dark World, and Noelle's idol. The Queen's piercing eyes bore into Noelle's, and Noelle could feel her palms start to sweat.

"Well, well, well, Noelle. I hear you've been causing quite the commotion lately," the Queen said with a sly grin.

Noelle's heart skipped a beat. Had she been caught? Did the Queen know about her secret plans to rebel against her own people and join the Dark World?

"I… I don't know what you're talking about," Noelle stammered, trying to keep her cool.

"Oh, come now, Noelle. Don't be coy with me. I know everything that goes on in this world. Including your little rebellion," the Queen said, her voice dripping with disdain.

Noelle's heart sank. She had been so careful, so calculated in her actions. How could she have been found out so easily?

"Listen, Noelle. I don't have time for this nonsense. I have a kingdom to rule and a war to win. But, I'll make you a deal. If you help me take down the Lightners once and for all, I'll consider sparing your life," the Queen said, her eyes glinting with malice.

Noelle hesitated. She had always been taught to fear the Dark World and its inhabitants, but something about the Queen's offer intrigued her. Was it possible that she could find a place here, where she was valued and respected?

"I… I'll do it. I'll help you," Noelle said, her voice barely above a whisper.

The Queen chuckled. "Excellent. I knew you'd make the right choice."

And with that, Noelle's life changed forever.

For weeks, Noelle trained with the Darkners, learning their ways and their tactics. She worked tirelessly, day and night, to become the best warrior she could be. And slowly, but surely, she gained the Queen's trust.

But as the day of the final battle drew near, Noelle found herself plagued with doubt. Was this really what she wanted? To destroy her own people, to turn her back on everything she had ever known?

She sought out her closest friend, Susie, for guidance. Susie had been with her since the beginning, and she knew Noelle better than anyone else.

"Susie, I don't know what to do. I feel like I'm betraying everyone," Noelle said, tears streaming down her face.

Susie put a comforting arm around Noelle's shoulder. "Hey, hey. It's okay. You're not betraying anyone. You're just doing what you think is right. And if you don't feel right about this, then don't do it."

Noelle nodded, her mind made up. She couldn't go through with this. She had to stop the war, no matter what the cost.

As the armies clashed on the battlefield, Noelle snuck away, using her knowledge of the Dark World to evade the guards. She made her way to the Queen's throne room, where the Queen herself was overseeing the battle.

"Noelle, what are you doing here? You should be out there fighting!" the Queen bellowed, her eyes flashing with anger.

Noelle stood her ground, her heart pounding in her chest. "I can't do this, Your Majesty. I can't fight against my own people. This war is wrong, and I won't be a part of it."

The Queen's expression darkened. "You dare to defy me? After all I've done for you? You are nothing without me, Noelle. You will always be a weak, insignificant little girl."

Noelle felt a surge of anger rise within her. She may have been small and inexperienced, but she was not weak. Not anymore.

"I may not be as strong as you, Your Majesty, but I know right from wrong. And this war is wrong. I won't let you destroy everything I hold dear," Noelle said, her voice firm and resolute.

The Queen sneered. "So be it. If you won't fight for me, then you are no use to me."

With a flick of her wrist, the Queen summoned a group of guards to take Noelle away. Noelle braced herself for the worst, but as the guards closed in, she closed her eyes and whispered a silent prayer.

Suddenly, she felt a rush of wind and the sound of blades clashing. When she opened her eyes, she saw Susie standing in front of her, her sword drawn and her eyes blazing with determination.

"You mess with Noelle, you mess with me," Susie growled, her voice low and menacing.

Together, Noelle and Susie fought off the guards, their swords slicing through the air with deadly precision. Noelle felt a sense of power and freedom she had never experienced before. She wasn't just fighting for herself anymore. She was fighting for what was right.

As the last guard fell to the ground, Noelle and Susie stood victorious, their chests heaving with exertion.

"Noelle, I'm sorry I ever doubted you. You're stronger than you think," Susie said, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

Noelle smiled back, feeling a sense of pride and gratitude. She had learned that strength wasn't just about physical prowess or fighting skills. It was about having the courage to stand up for what you believe in, even when it's hard.

Together, Noelle and Susie left the throne room and made their way back to the battlefield. The war was far from over, but Noelle knew that they had a chance. A chance to fight for what was right, to make a difference in the world.

And for the first time in a long time, Noelle felt a sense of hope for the future.

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[134330kira]

No amount of words could ever express the way I feel right now. No words can ever fully grasp the extent of my disappointment and anger. Disappoint and anger for a possible better future that is lost, for the hope that is crushed. I could not sleep a wink knowing how the results turned out. It really bothers me because I know we have no means and privilege to leave the country or to afford being silent because we are not as rich, I only entered UP for the free tuition despite not being the brightest student in here. I am lucky to still be able to eat three times a day and attend school, and it bothers me more because what about those who can't? What will happen to them? I am genuinely scared both for my future and my safety. This country has become a jungle where "survival of the fittest" is the rule. Change "fittest" with "richest" and "privileged" and you see how unfair this all is.

I see people being mocked because of how their bets didn't win, but no matter how prideful I am, my pride isn't letting me respond to them. I know deep down, this isn't pride, who wins or who loses, its about conscience. I, we, lost. But we lost while uncovering the truth and fighting for good governance. They won because of their pride, idolization, the historical revisionism, the fake news, because of ignorance and apathy. It reminds me of that line in Heneral Luna which goes:

"Bingi sa katuwiran ang taong may sinsambang idolo. Tandaan mo 'yan. Sa mata nila, tama sila."

"Pero bakit idolo ang tawag nyo sa Presidente? 'di ba dapat pinuno?"

"Ang idolo kailangan lang ng bulag na mananamba para mabuhay, ang pinuno kailangan lang magtanim ng kamalayan sa tao upang umusbong ang kanilang taglay na lakas ng loob. Idolo, pinuno, ano ang mas nararapat sa Presidente?"

I'd like to say I accept the decision of the majority because that is the essence of democracy but I don't think democracy is the issue here. It is years of disinformation. He should've never been allowed to run since the atrocities of his family.

You're not special for winning a game, with your machinery and historical revisionism, against someone not as rich but only has a kind heart. She could've beat you. She had every right. You just caught us off guard, and we were outnumbered that night.

The fight is not over. Resist. Break the cycle.