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kitamars · 7 months
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listen. hijikata has TWO HANDS
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cinnamonest · 4 days
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>getting very close to end of P5R
>Maruki goes around giving people their ideal reality
>Game makes it a point to emphasize that he revives dead people
>"huh I wonder why he granted everyone else's wishes but didn't give the mc one"
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mega-ditto-3 · 1 year
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Ditto Fic Ideas #27
(Bkdk 🧡💚)
"What? Not up for the challenge, Deku?"
Izuku frowned, "That's not-"
"Then put your money where your mouth is." Bakugou flashed a smirk, holding up a measly 2000¥ bill in his hands. "The rules are simple: First one to fall in love loses the game."
Easier said than done, when both participants are under the influence of a mutual-emotional-attachment quirk.
"You're on."
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The main idea is that these two idiots get hit with a love quirk and, to spare themselves a scolding from Aizawa and prevent them from missing a class trip to one of Japan's largest hero exhibits, decide to keep it a secret.
Between codependency, secret handholding breaks, and an insane amount of across-the-room eye contact, they begin to wonder if their pride is truly worth pretending to care more about the 2000¥ than the (not so) new bubbling feelings...
Shamelessly inspired by this meme:
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Please tell me what you think of this cruel, cruel idea I had--
Whumpee has been Whumper's toy for years now, systematically broken and healed just to be broken again
After Whumper had broken them enough that they would disobey only in the smallest of ways (would cry when told to shut up when the pain got too much, something like that) but wouldn't fight Whumper any longer, they gave Whumpee one small mercy. One item of comfort.
And when Whumper finally tires of them, desiring to truly break someone again?
Whumpee is gifted to someone else. That someone else was told about the comfort item and decides, why should Whumpee have it? It will only make them disobedient.
So what do they do? They use that item against Whumpee. It could be a blanket or pillow, so often cuddled or used to hide in, now used to smother Whumpee or restrain them. A stuffed animal ripped apart and used as a gag. Something made of rock or stone heated and used to burn Whumpee over and over, you get the picture.
And then Whumpee is rescued, maybe even just requested for a visit by their old Whumper. And that Whumper gets to see their former whumpee go from skittish but obedient to absolutely terrified. And when, out of the kindness of their heart, they try to hand Whumpee their comfort item?
They get to hear them scream.
HEY THIS IS SO EVIL I LOVE IT
that stuffed animal one breaks my heart especially😭 I'm hugging my blahaj tight and pretending it's not real 😭(okay but it's so evil I adore it)
but hehe I love love love this kinda evilness!! taking the one small, good thing in whumpee's life and using it against them to the point it's tainted forever to them!! that is the good shit!!
but also it's so mean I would need like. some comfort stuff after this idk give the whumpee a hug?? a new comfort object that's different from the first?? my heart can't take this I'm too soft
anyways. may I add onto this with a list of other ideas :O
If the comfort object is something hard, then throw it at the whumpee!
the first whumper let them listen to some of their favorite music as a comfort? play it while whumpee is being tortured to condition them, and then turn it on whenever so they panic :)
serve the whumpee their favorite food, but poisoned or drugged to give them a bad time!
whumpee has a cozy oversized jacket with too-long sleeves? turn it into a straitjacket!
only let whumpee have their comfort object when whumper is nearby. watching whumpee. maybe taunting them, hurting them, until their comfort object is associated too much with whumper.
also for the post-visit/rescue stuff!!
first whumper is super confused, tries to place it in whumpee's hands. it doesn't go well!
first whumper taunts them once they realize what's going on, laughing at whumpee for being so scared of something they once adored
whumpee is scared that first whumper is going to use their comfort object against them as well
if it's post rescue, caretaker holds their shaking hands, asks them what's wrong, and gives them a nice hug :D
caretaker helping whumpee find a new comfort object!!
whumpee feeling secure that their important and meaningful possessions are safe, and no one's going to use those against them
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perenlop · 10 months
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i get the frustration with so many villains now getting treatment like “oh they had a sucky childhood so actually you need to feel bad for them and not hold them accountable for their actions” but the counter of “this person was born evil and cant ever grow and its pathetic to assume that they can, also people cant be redeemed no matter what and this is fantastic writing actually” is so exhausting. 
#like... no one is born grinning maliciously with a knife out the womb. no one starts out that way#and anything thats ever tried to portray a character that way at birth has only ever been ironically funny#idk its annoying when people are like ''actually its more interesting that the character doesnt have a motive for killing people''#like. coming off of bullet train rn but even ''this character otherwise has a perfect life but they accidentally killed and now theyre#fascinated with all the ways people can die'' is more interesting than ''idk thats just how they are *shrugs*''#like yes someone can have the perfect upbringing and social life and still turn out to be sadistic but you can still work with that#as opposed to ''they were born evil thats just how they were always gonna be SORRY''#like. idk go into that ''perfect social life and family''. what did that family value? what were the friends like?#what did that person experience outside of those things? what did they consume?#did their social standing actually breed some sort of entitlement to them? do they perhaps freak out if something doesnt go their way?#are they insecure deep down? does that drive them to it? are they a perfectionist? do they assume peoples feelings?#i remember reading this wc fancomic that explained why a character was evil and like her mom died#and the attention from her mothers death made her obsessed with being fawned over so she started medical abuse#and letting her patients die so that people would fawn over her the same way every time#and the op was like ''HEY before you yell at me shes NOT evil bc her mom died ok she was gonna turn out evil no matter what''#like... no no go into the emotional vulnerability implied there. go into the morbid introduction to slow death at a young age#go into the potential desensitization go into that. youre already willing to make her multifauceted and with positive traits#why are you afraid of implying shes even SOMEWHAT sympathetic and just want to say she was gonna do that regardless#and i fault the atmosphere around this stuff most of all like we should never have implied that giving a villain a reason to be evil#was stupid woobifying bullshit that was out of touch with reality#echoed voice
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prototypelq · 2 months
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Learning Judgement Cutting is making me see just How Freaking Much DMC5 camera is broken. In Intricate Detail. It also makes me constantly trying to stare at Vergil's ass, even tho his coat covers it but my eyes automatically train to see where the Yamato scabbard goes to try to line up the JC timing, and I get a)secondhand embarrassment at constantly doing this, b) freakin annoyed.
I love DMC5 I do, but how do you screw your camera so bad.
I understand this is me kind of whining, as I've seen what capable players can do in this game, and they aren't complaining. But you know what, I can and will, cause I'm a newbie to these games. The only way to make your newbie into a combomad is to give them tools and make them have fun while practising. I am having tons of fun practising, watch me do nothing in the Void for 40 mins, that's fine and honestly really fun, my problem is that the tool which I rely on for proper controls, aka camera, freakin sucks bad at its job. And the input controls for combos explicitly depend on this stupid camera to work.
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avaetin · 10 months
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Percy's version of "You're not getting away from me. Never again." is him falling into Tartarus with Annabeth. My version of "You're not getting away from me. Never again"....
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throwaway-orisit · 1 year
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getting kinda meta here, but most fanartists (me included) i know often project their own problems onto their favourite characters.
Do you think either Ink or fgod Error knows that? That one of the reasons they get put through so much bullshit is because the creators got a bunch of issues that they just don't want to be alone with.
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trashlie · 8 months
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Hello, I'm the anon from earlier. I'm not a business person by any means either, but I guess I was thrown off by the fact that a seemingly family-owned corporation like Hirahara Corp apparently had an outsider as CEO? Rand inheriting instead of Yui makes sense since there were no male heirs and this is probably a patriarchal set-up; but why didn't Koutaro, or any other Hirahara, become CEO rather than Young-chul?
I 100% think the partnership with the Kims continuing even after the past SA allegations is a "sleazy business world" thing. I doubt shareholders have any problems with it so long as it generates profit. Most likely the allegations didn't amount to anything, which is unfortunately realistic.
I can't WAIT for Yujing's article, it will no doubt send shockwaves throughout the system even if it doesn't manage to topple it just yet.
Oh absolutely, SAME! I've always felt that Yui herself resents that the company is passing down not through her, but technically through Rand, that his illegitimate child could possibly even stand an opportunity simply by being Rand's son (and thus why she has torn him down at every opportunity, so he never gets the chance to ever catch attention). Part of her whole deal with having Kousuke fast-track his way to CEO seems to be to bring the company fully back into the hands of the Hiraharas, so yes, I was DEFINITELY taken aback that someone OTHER than a Hirahara could have been a CEO.
Like... right. For what reason did it work out that way, that not even Koutarao was CEO? And if Yui doesn't want Hirahara falling into the hands of anyone else, it feels like a Choice to partner with them - although I guess it's because a partnership doesn't hold as much power?
A really half-baked thought I haven't been able to work through prior is that maybe Yui is playing some kind of long game - that by partnering with the Kims they could somehow let them fall back on their own sword (when you think about it, the Kims and Hiraharas are really poised to bring each other down, right?) but.... that seems messy and why would she do that? Then again... she likes a good hunt and chase. Tangentially a theory I have that goes dark is, perhaps, a member of the Kim family may have assaulted Yui when she was younger, but that's a topic for another post (I keep meaning to work on) but it loops back to "why would Yui partner with someone if she loathes them"? What does she seek to gain from that? She tends to see a few steps ahead of anyone else, so if she had had a plan, I wouldn't be shocked. After all.... wouldn't it be so easy to spin the story as "sob sob as it turns out, Gun Kim pressured us to make poor Nol take the fall for Sangchul; he was going around trying to drug girls at the Kim formal but he forced us to stay quiet~ you know how that family is~" which is, honestly, scary, but is it beyond the realm of the things Yui does? If anything, it feels like child's play, right?
On the one hand I'm like that's so convoluted, Yui would never, but only the other hand, this woman gets off on peoples' misery and loves to torture, so if she went through a long con to get back at the man/family who possibly did something to her when she was younger, if she played nice with them with the eventual intention to castigate them? Making them business partners gives enough reason to believe that they could "coerce" Yui and co to do anything, by trying to use the "lesser" of the Hirahara boys (barf) to take the fall. And how easy would it be to actually trace the drugs back to Yui? Oh, the accused perp is claiming she gave them to him? When there's a whole history of this happening at his school, in his family? When you look at Gun Kim and his rep? What other allegations have come from those Kim formals that never went anywhere? She could SO easily twist any of that!
But idk lmao it feels almost cartoon villain and I'm probably grasping at straws, but I let the thought live at the back of my mind, to see if it will grow into anything else and to see if we get anything else to change how I feel. Something definitely happened in Yui's past, of that I'm certain, but everything else is very loose conjecture.
But whether that has to do with the Kim Hirahara family history we're yet to see. There's so many questions I have and I really hope everything will be answered LMAOOOOO I also look forward to Yujing's expose, but ever since reading the theory that she's working on two separate pieces, I can't help but feel the real bomb will drop in s2. But even seeing what she's writing for Nol's case sounds promising, because it feels like the prelude of the much bigger piece, right?
GOD I get really excited just thinking of it, even though I feel like learning the eventual truth is gonna make me feel real nauseous. The seediness of the Kims and Hiraharas runs deep and twisted and UUGGGHHH. The angle of "the less fortunate" taking the fall for the affluent, privileged elite is suuuuch a good angle to work and I can't WAIT to see the ripples of it!!!!!
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ill-heart · 2 years
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What fear makes you do (Jalim motorbike and leather AU - Part 4/Epilogue)
I know, I said I would work on my fiction but my mind wouldn’t shut up about this story. It wouldn’t let go until I write a happy ending for these two boys and I’m a weak woman. My heart is stronger than my reason...
Of course, I don’t say you should forgive your love one if they cheat and lie. Forgiveness is something your earned with actions and sincerity, not something you forced on the others. 
And I think, from what I wrote, that Jason earned it. But you have the right to disagree, I mean... It’s not an exact science. 
Summary: Jason must prove his worth to Salim, and it seemed like it is under the worst storm that he will be able to. 
Pairing: Jason Kolchek/Salim Othman 
Others pairings mentionned: Jason Kolchek/Clarice Strokes, Clarice Strokes/José Gomez, Nick Kay/Rachel King 
Words: ~3.1K 
Chapters: 4/4 (for real this time)
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When Salim fell on his bed this night, both sadness and relief danced in his heart. Holding their hands like children, they circled and battled in the man’s body. Confused and scared, they both wanted to get rid of the other but couldn’t let go. Their thoughts mixed like fingers and gave the Iraqi more than one headache.
I want to forgive him. I can’t forgive him. Salim rubbed his temples before he shut down the light.
I don’t love him anymore. Yes, you do, stupid man. A loud sigh escaped his lips as he closed his eyes and tried to sleep. His old bones needed some rest, just like his tired soul; but all he could do was thinking, an intense and exhausting thinking which made him doubted about his own words. Sooner, he gave a chance to Jason to make up for everything he done, however was he strong enough for such a thing? He wasn’t young and naive anymore. As he grew older, Salim knew how bitter he was becoming and he couldn’t keep the other man closed to him, only to torture him with his past mistakes.
He won’t transformed himself to the kind of man who lash the other out and encouraged his guilt every damn day. He’d rather die than turning into such a monster.
I can live without him. No, you can’t. His mouth let out a pitiful whine before Eddie’s words guided him to sleep. “…that’s the only important thing you can do right now; giving a chance to each other.”
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For one week and three days, Jason and Salim’s path didn’t cross. The club was busy somewhere else, and the Iraqi had struggles of his own. An insistent businessman came every day to buy his library, as he wanted to destroy it and build a stupid thing here. Of course, the man never agreed, nor took the check he put on his counter every time. But after a while, it seemed harder and harder to resist; for the foreigner added numbers day after day. Tempting it became to sign his papers, however his heart couldn’t resign. Amy, his employee, also did her best to scare the man away and to support her boss because she knew how important this library was to him.
Another week passed and the businessman never fled. He waited for Salim every morning, becoming less friendly and more menacing as his eyes filled with anger. Many men and women in the town have bended over him, but the librarian refused to be another victim of his cheap tactics. He kept his composure, always declined his offer with civility but firmness in his voice until the man showed his true colors.
One day, he came shortly after the opening, well dressed and eyes full of arrogance. At first, Salim ignored him, concentrated on his book sorting until the businessman’s threatening voice echoed in the shop. “Tell me, mister Othman, isn’t your son in a biker club?”
The Iraqi’s grip tightened on the book he held. “What my son do is nothing of your concern.”
“Oh it is, indeed…” The other answered with a low and ominous tone. “Since my company bought a lot of shops in here, I am interested with those… motorbike clubs whose actions could harm my business.”
Salim froze as rage started boiling in his guts. The other man leaned closer, until he was near enough to whispered: “I could look away of their activities if you sign the papers and accept the money I give you.”
Before he even noticed, the Iraqi’s fist hit his face. After days of insomnia and harassment, the librarian couldn’t hold himself back. He tried his best, just like Amy, to discourage the businessman but it was too late now. The moment this bastard menaced his son, he was beyond help or forgiveness.
The man fell on the floor, cheek redden by the punch as his eyes widen with incomprehension. Clearly, he never thought someone like Salim could become feral; the biggest mistake he made here. “Get out of my library.” The Iraqi hissed between his teeth. “Get out now.”
He stood his ground, glare dark and menacing until the bastard straightened and turned away with a silent threat burning in his eyes. “You’ll pay for this.” His whole body yelled as he got out, but none of his words scared Salim. He faced far down worst before, or at least… He thought he did.
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Everything happened so fast. Less than two days after this altercation, Salim was arrested by the police of Charming. The bastard wanted a trial, and had the money and the power to drown the librarian in a blink of an eye. Despite the sheriff deputy’s efforts, he was fucked. Who could have guessed that one punch would get him into so many troubles? I should have seen it coming, Salim thought when Pike, the sheriff deputy, put a compassionate hand on his shoulder. “He said he won’t take you to court if you give up your library… I am sorry.”
After so many days of vain fighting, the Iraqi was tired.
He took the pen Pike gave him and signed the papers, eyes and shoulders low.
I give up.
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 When he put the keys into the keyhole of the front door of his house, Salim heard the distinctive humming of a bike. His heart skipped a beat, as he felt tears growing under his eyes, then someone rushed behind him.
“… Salim?”
Jason. The librarian held a deep sigh into his throat, but he didn’t find the courage to face the other man. He wanted to be hug and love, however the relics of his pride forbidden it. “Why are you here…?” His voice seemed dull as he turned the key. “I thought the club was busy somewhere else.”
“Yes… Yes, we are but I…” The Iraqi heard the biker lowering his head and leaning closer, but never touching him. “Pike gave me a call and I… Are you okay?”
No, I am not. He kept the words buried deep inside him, a soft and sad smile spread on his lips as he finally turned to look at the other man. “I did my best, that’s the most important thing, don’t you think?”
Jason’s eyes filled with frustration and sadness as he raised his hand to grab Salim’s. At the last moment, he backed down and whispered: “I should have been there.”
“You couldn’t have, Jason.” After a moment of silence, Salim leaned closer and caressed the biker’s cheeks as gently as he could. “The club needed you, is that right?”
He felt the younger man’s hand upon his while their eyes met. “Maybe, but this library… It was everythin’ to ya. Apart from Zain, it’s the only thin’ who brin’ ya joy and pride and I… I should have been there to defend it.”
“What do you think you could have done, Jason?” He sighed, tired. “Sometimes there is nothing you can do, nothing… I tried but it wasn’t enough.” And now it is lost. Someone like him must have known well by now, but his determination lightened a spark of hope in his guts, a little something which made him fought for nothing. The library was doomed since this stupid company laid its eyes on it; like many other shops, it was lost before the owners even signed papers. He was just too stubborn to accept it sooner.
His hand fell, abandoned the warmness of Jason’s skin as looked at the sky. The night was raising and him, just like the sun, must kneel and disappear behind the darkness. “I’m sorry, Jason, but I need to rest now.” He cracked a smile, a defeated one, then opened the door.
“Do ya…” The biker abruptly grabbed his hand, eyes full of fear but also compassion. Salim’s eyebrows raised with incomprehension, yet the other didn’t let him express his confusion. He swallowed his spit, then quickly asked: “Do ya want me to stay, Salim?”
The librarian could have said no, he could have sent him away with a bitter answer fueled by his loss and sadness, he could have hurt him like Jason did before, but he didn’t. “Yes… Yes, Jason, I want you to stay.”
He loved the man and wouldn’t like anybody by his side right now.
Jason wore a soft smile before he took him inside, slowly, gently. “Are ya hungry? I can cook something sweet for ya, if ya want…”
By Allah, he loved the man.
And after those two endless weeks, the affair with Clarice seemed so distant. It felt like a nightmare, a nightmare that was coming to an end. So, he nodded, and Jason rushed into the kitchen to cook.
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 They had dinner and watched a silly movie in the couch. Jason stayed close, but never imposed himself on Salim. He mostly talked about Zain and Mels, which brought about the laughter out of the Iraqi’s throat. For three or maybe four hours, he forgot the despair and the sadness which crushed his body.
The biker chose a wonderful flick, something funny but touching with made Salim smiled and giggled many times. The men shared jokes and comments on the quality of the movie during the climax, and the librarian’s head fell on the other’s shoulder. Without thinking, Salim relaxed and found some peace of mind.
When the movie ended, he didn’t feel like sleeping. Going up and crawling under the sheets of his bed, too big for him, only awoken fear in him. Jason must have sensed it, because he jumped on the occasion to ask: “Do you want to go on a lil’ ride?”
And Salim jumped on the occasion to answer: “Yes.”
In the middle of the night, they both got out and rode the younger man’s bike like selfish teenagers. Jason made the engine loudly rumbled in the streets, as Salim held him tighter and laughed like a child. The wind blew on their faces, slapped their cheeks and darkened it, but it didn’t matter to them. Their voices echoed in the shadows of a night while they smiled, laughed and joked until the sun came up.
When the day licked the rooftops of Charming with its shinning beams, Jason took the man home. They didn’t talk much, only hugged for a minute or two then the biker vanished in the horizon; but the humming of his bike still danced in Salim’s mind. He collapsed on his couch and fell asleep; tired but heart appeased.
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As he was on his way to emptied the library, Salim was welcomed by three bikers on his alley. Jason, Eddie, Nicky, Zain and Mels were waiting for him. “You really think the club could let you go through this alone?” The eldest member of Semper Fi asked him and the librarian never found what to answered. He only thanked all of them with a soft gesture of his chin, while Zain swore he would punch the man who made his baba cried. On other circumstances, he could have forbidden his boy to be so sensitive, however the words never crossed his lips. Maybe, his heart was tired or maybe he felt too glad to be surrounded by loving people and couldn’t find the strength of wrecking their efforts.
Whatever it was, Salim didn’t question it and so everyone went to the shop. Hours after hours, other members of the club showed up. First, there was Wilfred, then Merwin and Jed. So many people came to help the Iraqi, it made him wanting to cry. But he stood strong and calm for the couple next days. Bit by bit, the shop emptied itself however the presence of the whole club reduced the pain of Salim’s heart. It wasn’t perfect, yet he never complained.
Even if his library was lost for good, he wasn’t alone. And he knew many people didn’t have that luck.
Jason sticked by his side most of the time, and helped him as much as he could. He brought some comfort in the other heart and mind, chased the clouds and the despair with his smiles and words.
Day after day, Salim relegated his betrayal to the back of his soul. It didn’t matter so much now, because he saw the biker’s will of helping. He felt the compassion and the worry in his eyes. Jason made mistakes before, however he tried his best for the sake of his partner.
Night after night, he invited himself into the Iraqi’s life again. He never kissed him, he never forced him to do anything; he just stayed and did his best.
One morning, Salim awoke on the couch, and despite Jason’s absence he felt it next to him. The biker left his leather jacket with a single note: “Yer gonna be okay, Sal’.”
And for the first time since never-ending weeks, the older man trusted his word and cried with hope.
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“Do ya trust me, Sal’?”
Jason’s voice echoed in the Iraqi’s mind as he sighed and closed his eyelids with a grimace on his lips. “I think but…”
“Ya only think? That’s rude.” Salim giggled in response, before his grip tightened around the other man’s belly. After two months, the incident with Clarice was buried under the ground. They haven’t properly dated again, but the two spent most of their free time together. It wasn’t easy every day, however none of them complain. Their heart enjoyed each other’s presence even if they were too shy for love confession.
“Where are you taking me?” The older man asked as he nuzzled against the biker’s back. Jason picked him ten minutes ago, and put him on his bike with an incredible gentleness. Salim didn’t know what to expect; it must be something big, he thought as the wind caressed his cheeks.
“Ya’ll see, we’re almost there.” Jason’s mysterious answer twisted Salim’s features into a sulky look, but the man didn’t insist. He already asked too much of his lover these days, and even if his surprise made his heart raced into his chest with anxiety, it was also exciting.
After a while, he heard the roaring of the bike slowing down until it completely stopped. Keeping his eyes closed became harder and harder, but Jason made sure he didn’t spoil his surprise. “Don’t cheat, ‘kay?”
“I won’t…. But it would be better if you’d hurry yourself…” Salim whined, and the other man gently snickered between his teeth. Soon enough, the member of the motorcycle club rode down then softly grabbed his partner’s hand to guide him. “’Kay… Slowly… Yeah, don’t worry, I won’t let you fall.”
“I hope so.”
Once the Iraqi’s feet touched the ground, Jason walked with him for a minute. Everything was silent around them, however Salim’s recognized the tarmac of Charming streets under his shoes and his eyebrows creased with incomprehension. “Where are we…?”
“Shh, ya’ll have yer answer in no time.”
Salim sighed; he forgot how much he enjoyed the teasing. He obediently followed the other man, then Jason let go of his hands and placed himself at his side. The Iraqi felt the tension in his muscles, while the biker whispered with anxiety: “’Kay… Hm… Urgh… Open yer eyes.”
And so, the older man did.
And so, tears grew under his eyes as his eyes widen with incomprehension then joy. “Is… No… Don’t tell me…” He put his hands on his lips, almost pinched himself just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming; in front of him stood a shop, a shop filled with books, a shop which he recognized the sign. “No… It can’t be…”
The Smart Cat. His library.
Jason smiled at hit their shoulders. “Some banker and a lot of other people owned Jed a debt… So, I thought… Well, since we found this empty but good-looking establishment one month ago, I just thought it could become…”
“My library.” Salim murmured with a low and emotional voice. “How…?”
“Like I said.” The Iraqi’s eyes fell on Jason’s face which redden second after second. “We found this place; it was about to be destroyed but Eddie and I convinced Jed to… Well… We said it could be useful and so… Everyone agreed in the club so…”
The joy which overwhelmed Salim kept his mouth shut, as the biker drowned himself into endless explanations. “’M sorry, Jed agreed to this because I told him it could become another storage for the club and another place to reunite when it’s closed… So, it’s not as good as your old library but I…” He rubbed his neck nervously. “As the club is all I have in life, I know how hard it was for ya to lose yer shop so I… Even if it’s not as good as it was, I thought I could at least give somethin’ to ya…” His eyes lowered while his cheeks turned into red tomatoes. “It ain’t… I mean, I don’t want to buy ya or anythin’ with it. I just wanted to do somethin’ good for ya ‘cause I… I know I fucked up and I...” Jason’s mumbling continued for a while, as he blushed and frenetically gestured at Salim’s side. After a moment, the Iraqi stopped listening his stupid monologue, he only glared at him with a loving gaze and abruptly said: “It is perfect.”
The biker froze then dared to look at him, nervous. “Ya… Really?”
“It is perfect, Jason.”
The man’s body relaxed, despite ears becoming pinker as seconds passed. “I… Well, everyone helped. So… Ya gotta thanks everyone and I…”
“I want to kiss you.”
Jason almost choked on himself, while Salim drew closer, a soft grin spreading on his lips. “I won’t forget about your mistakes, Jason, but I’ll forgive you.”
“Ya sure?”
“I’ll have forgiven you since a long time… And this…” The Iraqi’s looked at the establishment. “This only prove me that I was right to do so…”
Their eyes met, drowned into each other until Jason’s grabbed Salim’s fingers and mixed them with his. “I want to kiss ya too…”
“Let’s go inside, so no one will see us.”  But when he tried to lure his partner into the shop, Jason stood his ground and pulled him closer. “Jason?”
“I… I’m sick of hidin’… I’m sick of these childish fears which put me on the wrong path. I’m sick of lettin’ them win every time and I’m… I’m sick of hurtin’ ya so… Salim…” He closed his fingers around Salim’s, face red but eyes determined. “Can I kiss ya here?”
Salim smiled, happier than ever as he whispered softly: “Yes, Jason, you can.”
And so, their lips met under the shinning sun.
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skythanlmao · 2 years
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"mike is only focussing on el"~my Melvin frnd okay sweetie i can see where you are coming from.
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solargeist · 2 years
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it’s 3am and I finished my Ghostbur anniversaire animatic for the 29th, in two hours🥳🥳🥳🥳 he’s miserable 👹
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who-is-chloe · 2 years
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*killing eve series finale spoilers ahead*
man it was already so crazy how these fuckers are pitching a carolyn spin-off which i (and i think most if not all of us) had zero interest in, but now knowing that carolyn is the one who put the hit out on villanelle, who caused her to be needlessly shot several times and who caused eve’s future suffering???? if they think ANYONE is gonna give a flying fuck abt that fuckass show after using carolyn as an instrument to murder a fan favorite character? they’re even more psychotic than i thought. i actually used to enjoy carolyn’s scenes before finding out abt the spin-off, even if she wasn’t a favorite of mine. after finding out abt the planned spin-off and realizing this whole final season was more an introduction to a spin-off nobody asked for on a character nobody needs to know more about, rather than as a well deserved and much needed goodbye to two beloved characters, i started dreading her scenes. and then to have carolyn be the one to orchestrate villanelle’s death for LITERALLY NO REASON (like seriously? what does that get her, really?) is just the nail in the coffin. thanks for the memories, killing eve. i’m gonna pretend it all ended at the image of the boat like the amc+ all tried to make me think ✌🏻
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inkykeiji · 1 year
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Have you pulled for tartaglia yet??👀
yes!!! and i got him!! now, however, i am saving every possible gem for ayatoooooooo
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morgutio · 2 years
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