#also im still drowning in irl work
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gosh I need to draw the 2al boys in clothes more often-
This includes but is not limited too:
sprouts knee brace
poptart wrist brace (something new I want to try?)
sprout in more button up shirts
poptart in more pants... cargo pants and kackies me thinks
sprout wearing anything but jorts-
does a sprout on sprouts head count as clothes?
in general draw the masks more often
I NEED TO REMEMBER SPROUT HAS A MISSION FIT
poncho poptart poncho poptart poncho poptart
poptart clothes where the sleeve is sewn off or buttoned up or.... something
viking fits viking fits viking fits
#also im still drowning in irl work#once again sorry for the lack of comic updates but hey!#well deserved break#dont think imma get back into the groove till mid may-#nonsense#love yall btw thanks for sticking around my blog and reading tag notes <3#you all keep me going!#anyways ngl. whenever I draw them in clothes I MIGGHTTTT just pretend their hump back shells no longer exist#or draw them from an angle where you cant see the hump backs
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sorry if this comes across as insensitive (not a system, but i do find psychology fascinating and i love seeing it get explored thru character interactions) but iâm curious: what would it be like for poindexter to learn how he and ford are different?
you mentioned he sorta had a delusional belief that the portal beamed ford into stanâs mind, and that he initially freaks out but learns to accept ford. sorry if iâm taking the term delusional too literally, but it isnât common for delusions to be logically irrational, but still feel deeply real.
so, even if poindexter accepted ford Being There, iâd imagine itâd still hurt to see the ways he and ford were different. or, alternatively, poindexter kinda just. jumped into âalright ford is here i have to get used to that time to do researchâ and got really into studying source separation, so, if anything, itâd feel freeing. maybe both, hurt followed by research?
HELLO!!
it doesnt come across as insensitive, dw!!
poindexter really struggles with source separation, and initially after seeing ford, feels the need to " one-up " him. he starts being really competitive and... well, aggressive, to drown out the more complicated feelings of the whole thing
taking stuff ive seen from anti-double fictionkin/irl/fictives for poindexter!!
he calms down around ford sometime after they depart on the stan o' war, but it still hurts. in the au i imagined poindexter as kinda... always? source attatched? like he source separates just enough to understand that he isnt actually ford, but he still allows himself to find comfort in mimicking him.
taking inspiration from our own introjects
ford makes him feel better about the whole source thing. initially, ford wants to play into it but is informed by 8ball that that is harmful to them. i believe that ford would like to research it more than poindexter, as poindexter is. very emotionally stunted, even moreso than ford. this is because poindexters main job was to stay up and work on the portal, and when he fronted during the day, he rarely talked to anyone as he is TERRIBLE at masking.
poindexter just needs a little bit of soft treatment. trust. and ford is mroe than happy to help him
i did mean a literal delusion. tbh im mostly going off of my personal experiences with being a system, and that includes alters having fantastical but real-feeling delusions. but ive gone through very different trauma than stan in this au (and also have a very different system structure) so i am #sorry if some things are inaccurate/uncommon /gen
#stancest#ford is very important in stans recovery#just like. in general#they help eachother out#i would ramble abt fluffy stuff involving them but it is almost midnighgt and i have work at 8am tomorrow#send me asks PLEAAASSSEEE#system stanley#plural stanley
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love the sinner (albus york/faith koria, bastard warrior || good boy audios)
Albus York takes a bath and Faithful washes his hair. (angst, slight argument, hurt/comfort)
2.2k+ words [ao3 link] [masterlist] [CW/notes: religious imagery ofc (this fic was basically an excuse to write that), typical albus york language, lots of self-loathing and some suicidal thoughts. albus is just having a bad time but hes also so whipped for faithful. speaking of her, i didnt make faith's physical descriptions vague or made it so that she's a "listener" but rather a character of her own! and i based it off of gba's description of her + my own interpretation hehe.]
once again THANK YOU SO SO MUCH to @slushiepizza for all the AMAZING suggestions and support like omfg i SWEAR i keep on saying this but this fic rlly wouldnt be finished without them!! i appreciate it sm!! and im shaking and kissing my irls that ive also bothered with this fic that will probably not see this THANK U SM!! edit: I FORGOT THE FUCKING READ MORE LMFAO
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Albus York steadily sank into the half-filled tub of one of the shipâs quartersâstripped of his clothes, and left bare to no witness.
Gentle waves of the bathwater rippled against hardened, battle-torn skin. He dementedly mused that if he could go down further, he might finally drown.Â
He chuckled at the thought, shifted his position, and got to work. It's been a while since he last had an actual bathâway before he even agreed to this suicide mission of an adventureâwith warm soapy water and scented products.
The constant near-death experiences and whatnot had interrupted the trio to get any time for themselves, much less to do any sort of basic hygiene. Since the route Devlin had charted for the ship to follow allowed for ample downtime, the Forgemaster had practically shoved his younger half-brother into the common bathroom and forced him to take a much-needed bath (Of course, not without a snobby comment about how his stench matched his personality perfectly well.)
Albusâ inexperience was made clearer with the stiff, awkward motion of his large, calloused hands as he attempted to wash himself. The unpracticed movement made the unfamiliarity of it all fully realized. How long has it been since he felt this safe? Does he even remember how to take care of himself?
Does someone like him even deserve this luxury?
The warrior submerged himself lower, down until his eyes were right above water level. He was thinking again. It was all that he had been doing for the past hour. If the gods wouldn't allow him to drown, then he hoped that the water would at least cleanse the grime and sin embedded into his flesh.
But he knew that filth clung to his skin like how a believer clings to the idea of repentance. No matter how hardâhow desperatelyâhe scrubbed (until pale skin turned into blood red, until rough turned rougher), it was all pointless. He had learned long ago that a bastard's prayers were never left answered.Â
The mark on his chest was a bleak reminder of that reality. Damnation was basically his birthright. Albus York was dead the moment he came out of his motherâs wombâdead to his family, dead to society.Â
Cursed to hell for being sin itself.
Life had a funny way to remind himâthat goodness is something he can be in the presence of but never be a part of it.
"Albus?"
Speak of the devil, his ever-so-naive angel had arrived.
âAlbus? Hello?â
Tender, serene, heavenly.
The voice was melodicâlike the somber hymns he used to hear in his youth when his mother would take him into the temple and meet with her fellow brothers and sisters. At that time, he always felt drawn to the choirâs performance, despite not being old enough to understand the words (not that he was any more literate in the present). Back then, he was just a kid, blissfully unaware of the blasphemy he had committed for existing.Â
He had grown since thenâin every aspect of the word.
"Albus! Are you still in there?"
A deep grunt, muffled slosh of water, and the pitter-patter of droplets on the tiled surface were all that Faith Koria had heard from the other side of the metal door before a familiar, gruff voice answered back.
"Calm ya tits, woman. I knew you were eager to see my dick but I never knew you were this eager!"Â
The outside replied with an annoyed groan, a sound Albus was all too familiar with, especially when it came from her. That being said, he couldn't fight the smile forming on his lips as he hastily dried himself up with a nearby towel.
"You've been using the bathroom for more than an hour, just what are you doing in there? Some people want to get cleaned up too, you know!â
The metal door swiftly slid open with a sudden 'woosh!', hot steam dissipating before the runaway nun to reveal Albusâ tall stature, half-naked and slightly dripping wet. Faith frantically averted her eyes on instinct, ears immediately burning with embarrassment. It wasnât like it was her first time seeing him undressedâfor godsâ sake, she treated his wounds like this when they first met! But to have him fresh out of a bath with his toned body exposed and his dampened long hair wasâWait! His hair!
"Alright, alright! Iâm out, ya happy? Iâm decent too so you donât have to be a prude about it,â The bastard huffed, a little irritated with how his peaceful bath (or at least, as peaceful as it could be) was abruptly cut short. Â
âAlbus, your hair!â
The man scrunched up his face in confusion. He gathered one of his dark locks and examined it with an intense focus. âHuh? Looks fine to me. What, you're not expecting me to be all prim and proper now, are you?â
âNo, no, no! It's all matted and uneven!â The woman replied with a horrified concern in her voice that was rare for the warrior to hear directed at him.âItâs probably from all those monster attacks. Some of them mustâve managed to get to your hair! How long has it been like this? Does it hurt? Do you even have shampoo?â
âUhâŠwhatâs that?â
âUgh, never mind. Justââ Before Albus could process what was happening, Faith grabbed his arm with a surprisingly strong grip for a nun. She dragged him down near the bathtub he just got out of. He can even hear the water still slowly swirling down the drain.Â
âFaithful, what are youââÂ
âStay right here. You got that, York? Iâm just going to get something and I don't want you to move a muscle.â
A deep chuckle resonated within the manâs scarred chestâhe always enjoyed it when she got this bossy. He gave her a mock salute and answered with a hearty âYes, maâam!â
The sister paladin made a face, letting out a flustered huff before hurrying to wherever she needed to be. So cute.
Albus had put on his clothes at this point while he waited (lest he risked Faithful suffering from a heart attack). A few minutes had passed by when she returned with a rather large pouch that Albus recognized was packed with the rest of her belongings. He deduced it must've been from her childhood with how worn down the embroidery was. Once vibrant floral patterns dulled from years of usage.
âLean back by the bathtub,â Faith instructed. âIâm going to start detangling your hair. I might cut off some of the more unsalvageable parts too. If anything hurts or if I snagged on it too hard just let me know, okay?â
âOkay,â The man repeated simply, not really knowing how to react to all of the amount of consideration he was receiving. Abrasiveness was what he was more used to responding to, not the care that she unabashedly gave him.
She beamed brightly at his compliance (and no, his heart did not just skip a beat), soft hands found their way to his head and started brushing away the more manageable tangles before using a wide-tooth comb for the bigger ones. Despite the numerous warnings, her fingers were nowhere near to being rough. She was as gentle as a lambâher slow brushstrokes eventually formed a rhythm that filled in the silence of the room. Albus decided to break the comfortable atmosphere.
âHow are you so good with this shit?â He mumbled, voice heavy with drowsiness. Fuck, he felt like he could sleep until his next life. âNever knew sisters of Cindergorn get to be part-time hairdressers too.â
Even with his sluggish state, Albus could almost sense the nunâs eyes rolling above him, brushing out his hair with a slightly more forceful than usual tug.
âI'm the one usually taking care of the children at the temple. Iâm used to seeing this kind of stuff whenever they play too hard. Obviously not on this level but you get the gist.â Faith snipped off the last of a particularly challenging knot.Â
âI've also been doing my own hair ever since I was a kid, so really, it's like second nature to me at this point,â she followed up, running her fingers through his hair with a satisfied nod.
Now that Albus thought about it, he had seen Faithful braiding herself earlier on their journey when they had justâŠtastefully borrowed the flagship meant for his father. He remembered swift, practiced hands twisting sections after sections of dark, coiled hair and had mentioned in passing how it was a hairstyle she often did to withstand the Eastern Faithlands' harsher seasons (Fortunately, it also turned out to be great for going-on-a-quest-to-kill-your-priest-brother-and-save-a-child seasons too.)
Faithâs hands suddenly paused. Before the man could ask if something was wrong, she signaled him to stay still while she rummaged through the pouch to get a small bottle. She squeezed a moderate amount of product into her palm and spread it evenly. As she was about to apply the substance to his head, Albus jerked away, quickly stopping her hand with his own as a furrow formed on his thick brows.
âFaithful,â He chuckled. âPlease, Iâm a warrior. You donât need to waste your fancy shit on me. My hairâs going to get fucked up again eventually so whatâs the point?âÂ
Faith struggled to wriggle herself out of his grasp. âWhaâAlbus, itâs fine!âÂ
âNo, Faithful, Iâm serious. Itâs just hair. Hell, itâs my hair. Relax.â The man sat up straighter at this point, the water from his long, damp hair trickling down along the scarred tissue of his back but it was the intensity in those familiar brown eyes that made him feel a chill.
âAnd I told you itâs fine just let meââ
âWhy are you making it a big fuckinâ deal? What do you want from me?âÂ
âWhat?â Faithâs voice cracked, appalled and confused. âAlbus, what are you even talking about? Iâm not asking for anythingââ
âIâm just a bastard you hired to kill your brother! I was paid to do the dirty work for you, not to be your fucking toyââ
âAlbus, whaâYâYouâre not a toy! Why do youââ
âIf Iâm not then why are you being like this to me? Thereâs a catchâthereâs always a fucking catch. So what the fuck do you want from me?â
The nun managed to finally yank her hand away from his harsh grip and angrily slammed at the smooth surface of the tub.
âI just want you to stop being stubborn for once and let me do this for you!âÂ
The silence that followed between them felt suffocating.
Faithâs breath hitched, shocked by her outburst. She immediately straightened up her posture only to look down shamefully at the tiled floor. A shaky sigh left her lips, and Albus was doing everything in his power to stop himself from reaching out to her, seeking salvation he knew she shouldnât give him because he was not sorry that he was like this. He wasnât afraid to show his filth to the world because it was all he knew to doâall he was taught to do. Thereâs no excuse, no justification, no escape. Sheâs everything good and heâs just scum or worse yetâheâs a bastard.Â
Because sheâs an angel and heâs far worse than the devil.
âThis isn't anything all that fancyâŠjust something to keep it healthy and less stressful on your scalp. I just want you to feel okay. So pleaseâŠâ She trailed off. âLet me.â
âItâsâŠItâs just hair, Faithful. Iâll be okay, Iâm a big boy,â Albus joked, but his words were sincere. He almost found the whole thing amusingâhaving the ever-so-snappy sister paladin fuss over himâif he didnât get a feel for how muchâŠhis comfort seemed to mean a lot to her.
Faith pursed her lips, her gaze still fixed downward. âI just thinkâŠyou deserve at least one good hair day.â
It's that word again. Deserve. Does she really think that? That he's worthy of all of this?
The man cleared his throat with a curt nod. Hesitantly, the nun's fingers slowly found their way back to the crown of his head, resuming whatever she was supposed to do. Steady, rhythmic brushstrokes filled the quiet once again.Â
After what felt like hours of stillness, the bastard dared himself to shift his head and face her timidlyâas if he was afraid he could melt under her piercing gaze.
"Thank you, forâŠfor this," Albus grunted. He hadn't only meant for his hair.
Faith graced him with a dimpled smileâthe one that made her eyes squint and showed the tiniest bit of the gap between her front teeth. She proceeded to tuck away a stray lock behind his ear, trailing down to hover over his cheek. Albus can practically feel the nervous tremble on her fingers as if she were hesitating on something. It all came to nothing in the end, closing her hands in a fist before withdrawing to her pouch to start cleaning up.
âAnytime, Albus. Besides, with how you always manage to find yourself in trouble,â the sister murmured, her voice playful (it never failed to leave Albusâ mind racing). Her eyes glinted as they locked into his almost like clockwork. âHow can I not?â
Albus York sat by the empty bathtub of the shipâs quartersâfully clothed yet he had felt the most bare that he had ever been in front of someone.Â
Faith smiled at him again and he swore he could make out the faintest halo crowning her head under the fluorescent bathroom light. ---- a/n: this is probably my most favorite fic that i wrote and i hope you enjoyed! lemme tell u this fic took way to long and got me so stressed for no reason idk ! i was worrying abt how this would happen in the timeline and all the lil details and then !! its a fic!! and im suppose to be having fun!! i am being self-indulgent!! (although i hope was able to characterize them well) again, feedback and comments r highly appreciated!! :DD have a good day/night and thank you for reading!!
#good boy audios#gba albus#albus york#gba bastard warrior#gba faithful#gba fanfic#THIS TOOK WAY TOO LOOOOOONG BUT ITS FINISHED see you guys next year /j
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hiii the motivation to write hasnt been motivating and i don't have anything in my drafts ready to post yet so instead here is me rambling on whether or not i think a relationship would work out between me nd certain slashers bc idk. im bored. and i like rambling abt silly things. nd only like... 4 of these r answered in full seriousness so.
starting off strong w michael myers uhm.... he's the ideal relationship for me, i fear.... which is funny bc i never think abt him but i have an avoidant attachment style and he would expect literally nothing from me :thumbs up: there would b no need for intimacy or anything like that it would just b a thing that exists nd never gets acknowledged.
jason voorhees..... idk im uber scared of drowning so i cant even picture getting anywhere near crystal lake bc i'd be scared that i'd fall in lol but. perhaps... i've only seen a small handful of the friday (the first one, goes to hell, x, the jared padalecki one, nd freddy v jason) and i've been far too unmotivated to watch the others but. he's interesting. i think a nice lil life away from people living in a cabin in the woods near a lake is nice to think about, but. idk.
amanda young.... i wanna say yes sosososo badly i could b so good to her but i would die and end up in her list of dead girlfriends i fear. i have a crush on her.
billy loomis is a no personally bc i've known people like him irl nd they make me wanna chew on 20 pieces of rotten tomatoes.
stu macher on the other hand.... i don't think it would b anything serious i think we'd pretend to date as a joke for the funny haha but then oh shit.... maybe it Isn't a joke.... drama happens amidst the ghostface murders.... think.... pretty little liars but better.
bubba and thomas go hand in hand here as a sad no bc i cannot stand hot weather and you wouldn't catch me in the middle of nowhere texas unless something was Very Wrong.
asa emory is a hard no. i hate bugs. i have a fear of bugs. a ladybug or butterfly comes near me and im screaming and running away, and that is not an exaggeration. also bc i have the biggest crush on arkin thts my bbygirl right there guys asa simply stands no chance i fear
quinn bailey.... i don't think it would work out but would i still try.... probably.... i love her sm.
mark hoffman is also a no bc like... idk... he's just not my type.
ethan landry pre-reveal is a yes he's so pathetic coded it has me giggling nd kicking my feet just thinking abt him but post-reveal... probs not.
corey cunningham has me biting my fist because i wanna say yes so badly he is so near nd dear to my heart and i just Know the bastard wld b stupidly romantic nd wld never even think abt cheating nd shit like tht right but also like... it would be overwhelming. like i said, avoidant attachment style, i'd feel suffocated. but it's a nice thought.
bo sinclair. i have.... such a crush on this man... i want to say yes because of that alone, but i simply cannot. there would be fights 24/7 and honestly just turn me into wax already man bc he'd give me a headache.
vincent sinclair would be a yes, i think, if only bo weren't around. it's mean of me to say but vincent doesn't leave town, so in order to be in a relationship with him, i'd have to stay in ambrose as well and deal with bo and once again i cannot.
lester sinclair is an immediate yes under the assumption that he doesn't live in down, but rather on the outskirts of it. nice fuckin cabin in the woods with wicked wooden carvings nd funky animals bones and a dog?? honestly sign me up.
brahms heelshire, as much as i love him and as much as he was the one to make me fall into the whole slasher x reader tag, is a no. again, avoidant attachment style. also, i can hardly take care of myself so there is no way i'd be able to take care of a full-grown man. besides, my cat comes first nd i don't think he'd like that too much.
tiffany valentine pls just one chance is all i ask. fuck it just one date man i'll make it the best date ever pls pls pls
charles lee ray is a no bc he's not my type tbh.
jesse cromeans is also a no. i don't have an explanation for this one i just. idk. it's a no from me.
this isn't every slasher (obviously) nd def not all tht i write for here but i ran out of things to say. so. rambling ends here.
#discussions with v.#we're not being realistic here btw ik i would get brutally murdered in 50 different ways but#a girl can dream....#slashers x reader#thts it bc im too lazy to tag individually#also.... standing awkwardly as i say this....#sorry for not answering the stuff in my inbox..... not the requests bc i Am working on those but just the general stuff....#i tell myself i'll answer them later nd then i put it off until it feels like it's been too long to actually answer nd it becomes awkward n#yeah.#shrug emoji
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i dont have many places to vent now, as i have committed the mistake of trying to be profitable with my art, so ill vent here
getting the autism diagnosis helped me a lot, because now im aware that a lot of my missery and struggles come from it
however it did jack shit to help with the empty hole in my chest of feeling like a weirdo that is going to die alone
it also didnt help me to communicate to my irl relationships that i do need accommodations, and i do struggle a lot
they just took it as if i was an inspirational story, because even when having autism im still doing what normal people do, when im killing myself over here trying to fulfill all the responsibilities that they find easy to do
i dont want to say it, but im constantly on the brink of financial collapse, im always in pain and overstimulated/understimulated, trying to find a way to trick my brain into doing what i want it to do
they still see my binge eating as a personal failure, instead of a natural soothing mechanism that has gone wild because im too stressed to deal with stuff
and i sorta get it, i truly do, pretending like everything i do is correct just because im disabled is not helpful either, but i would really like it if instead of âbeing realâ with me all the time, they would at least try and ease out my stress a bit
i dont know
i stopped taking my meds again, they just kill all my creative drive and im miserable when i cant draw or write
i still feel like no one gets me, and i get frustrated because im turning bitter from having to overexplain myself constantly
im still playing savior in my house, im still taking more than i can bite, and its settling that i will probably never leave this place
im glad that now i know its not just me being âbad at being a humanâ, i just wish it helped me get more kindness and help
i dont want to be one of those âautism is my only personality traitâ people, but everyday i realize more and more how a lot of what i do is indeed because of the autism, i just wish someone gave me a manual on how to work with it
im not capable of getting a regular job, and its scaring me a lot for the future as there isnt any social security service that could help me here
im just sharing not to ask for sympathy or solutions, but because i dont have anywhere else to vent without it sounding like im looking for excuses
im drowning and then swimming up for a second, then drowning again, im so tired
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Hello lovely Rid đđ
I just wanted to help provide a voice to drown out the negativity a little, since I know how hard that can hit especially when you're already down.
I've been reading cmi all afternoon and even though I haven't finished it yet, I've been having such a good time. I genuinely mean it when I say that I could read about them doing anything forever. It's also cute to take a breather and have the arguments make me smile and pout instead of rip my heart out.
But OC's visit to the optometrist made me think of your eye problems and I wanted to ask how that's been. Have the eye drops and stuff been helping or do you still get headaches because of it? I hope they provide you with at least a little bit of relief.
Please take whatever measures you need to ensure that tumblr isn't making you feel even worse, especially when you already have so much to deal with irl. And I hope you know that you can always come to me if you need anything too, I'm always ready to listen.
I appreciate your presence here, I appreciate how much work you put into your stories, I appreciate your stories themselves, I appreciate you as a person and I appreciate every single conversation we've shared. I just hope everything will get better for you, in fact, I know it will. Because I know you'll stay strong and won't lose hope and fate won't be able to resist sending good things to a lovely person like you. Sending you the biggest tightest warmest virtual hug and all of my love Rid đđđ
(Also I always have a folder full of comfort Koo videos just for you if you ever happen to need that kind of comfort too đ„ș)
ivi :( you're always sunshine and rainbow after the rain, and i appreciate that you're always around. like to have someone actually care so much? ily :(
EEE YES, im so glad you've been enjoying it!! we've waded through so much heartbreak, so we definitely needed that lil light vacay. but even the upcoming chapters are gonna be similarly comforting with a tinge of good old cmi angst, i think lol!! and you said it a while ago, but yeah, the whole "us against the world" approach shall hopefully light up a couple hearts for sure đ
ahhh you remember that? đ my eyes are better now, but that's bc they rely on eye drops a lot!! im fcked without them lol. i do get very bad headaches sometimes â either when i didn't sleep well or enough or when i've been out in bright sun or in front of my laptop for too long. but the migraines aren't as bad anymore as they used to be!! oc's issue was definitely based on this lmao :') tysm for asking <3
yes, i shall. im definitely limiting my time here bc i've noticed that im able to enjoy tumblr a lot more when i drop in every now and then and not constantly. will come in when i feel like it (like, today i didn't :')), so yeah. doing my best!! thank you ivi, seriously, i adore and appreciate you, too. i can't wrap my head around the fact that so many lovely people like you encourage me around here, but i'm so thankful. sending you so many hugs and really hoping you're doing well. if not, i'm always here, too. love you sm đ€
#PLSSS the folder for mEE like yk ill never say no đđđ#notes for rid đč#ivi <3#fic: colour me in#oh and i hope you like the rest of the chapter just as much hehe#long ask
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today i am feeling pretty blackpilled. it's the first of the month...
i wanted to feel renewed, refreshed but instead I'm feeling pretty hopeless. i am having one of my many body dysmorphia outbursts. i saw this ugly picture of myself in bad lighting last night at a party and immediately began having negative thought loops and an anxiety attack. i know that sounds really silly to people who don't have issues like this but for me... this just made me feel defeated and hideous. i was already feeling down and ugly because no one talked to me at the bar or club last night again... people almost never approach me and my friends tell me it's because im "unapproachable" but sometimes i wonder if this is just cope not to hurt my feelings. what if the only time i look decent is when i am extremely curated but im actually ugly? i see all my flaws intensely and i often think im hideous or mid at best, no this isn't fishing for compliments either I've never been mentally sound with my appearance and spent too much of my life actually being a 4 to the point where i have permanent damage to my self image and general mental state.
i think the people around me irl are awful at dealing with and helping me with my mental health issues. this morning when i was seeking some kind of solid answer my friend just would silently nod or just say something like "don't seek approval from others". my mother and i got into an argument and she raised her voice at me calling me shallow and saying my primary focus is my appearance but she chooses to live in lala land and refuses to recognize that your appearance determines your entire quality of life, especially when you are as poor as me. i literally have no escape out of poverty besides my appearance because in reality I'm not that bright. my mom doesn't understand my mental health state despite having a psychology degree. she doesn't have pcos like me and never struggled with her weight as a young woman, always had tons of friends and boyfriends, was voted prom queen and even had a modeling contract. how could she ever possibly understand how i feel or relate to me? i have quite literally lived most of my life as a femcel. i can count on one hand how many friends i have even now and didn't even kiss a guy until i was over 20.
just last year i started to get sort of attractive by losing weight, changing my makeup and hair and finally felt a little comfortable putting myself out there but I'm still terrified. i still don't go out much and i feel like i repel people. I've built a wall to protect myself from being hurt again. i might be prettier than before but i still feel the same inside and I'm still socially inept, so i still don't attract people. i really need therapy but i cant afford it. i have been intensely struggling financially this year and i could barely scrounge up a dollar today to pay for my change difference at Starbucks because i desperately needed to get out of the house. i feel intensely upset about the fact that i thought i had found the perfect job to work from home just for the guy to scam me and never pay me even though i worked in bed editing a book for him while i was sick with COVID so i could get it in on time.
i was working my ass off expecting some compensation i desperately need. i feel at a dead end, I've been applying many places but my nail school schedule fucks me and it seems no one really wants to hire me. i can't go until the spring like this, I'm drowning in debt. i am also not looking forward to going back to nail school because i don't like the other girls and i had some issues and the vibe is dead, it won't be fun anymore, it won't be the same. i get upset thinking about it because i feel unwanted. i tried to talk to my friend about this too and she still gave me no reassurance, just the same generic responses. i don't feel relieved or comforted. i suppose i should stop dumping my feelings on my friends but i feel hopeless and really depressed. i don't want to do anything, right now i don't even want to exist.
i just want a decent job and a good man next to me and a home of my own and to get the fuck out of Detroit and to get the surgeries i want and to be thinner and prettier and i want a therapist
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Having to watch a mental health psa by the school and all i can think is 'this wasn't made with me in mind and like yes that's true for everyone but at the same time, every single thing they say you should do is like not possible for me, like theyll say "Talk to your friends Irl more!" And like WHAT IRL FRIENDS? MY ONLY FRIENDS GO TO DIFFERENT SCHOOLS AND IM LUCKY IF I GET TO MEET THEM MORE THAN ONCE A MONTH. " Exercise more! " Exercising to the level I'm 'supposed to' causes physical pain due to disabilities. Also I can't tell if my heart is supposed to hurt like that and im not willing to find out what happens when i overexert myself if its not supposed to do that. "Sleep better" every time i lie down just to sleep and nothing else i start to drown in a sea of existential dread that makes me feel more exhausted and anxious than rested. None of your stupid tips work. The only reason I'm still here to hear them is that same existential dread and a boatload of guilt
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HI đŠ anon!!!!!!! Sorry for the.. uh... Mis-speciec..ing?
Anyways GLITCH ANONS LETS GOOO!!! And omg u both have such VALID points but dont even get me STARTED on election arc, that video was WILD /pos.
BECAUSE THE WHOLE, THE WHOLE THING THE WHOLE BIT OF ASH DESPISING HER (for funsies probably) WAS JUST SO- like it really brings light to how their dynamics work usually i think cause they'd so do anything for eachother, yet somehow in some way the dynamic (in my understanding) isnt the healthiest, squiddo and ash was always just drawn to eachother but here, oh boy, ash had so much more to do and to care about and what did squiddo have that she continues makes sure everyone knows? Ashswag, she keeps mentioning how much she cared for him yet the way ash seemed and felt more distant (mostly probably due to other things, he doesnt dislike her ofc! Why would he?) but maybe he just..never realised how she felt when he said some things and it really shows in her monologue+collage in the election arc's final voting, she had thought ash was going to vote for HER because she thinks, "why wouldnt he? We're best friende!" But he didnt, and i think the fact that she didnt even bring it up (canonically) to ash to convey how she felt afar from an arrow and a complaint that was drowned out by like, everyone talking in surprise that she just shot ASH, the one person she's constantly going "oh i care for him!".
She just seems to me to be very ready to.. well, do anything for ash, even though this is not the best relationship, she still does, both of them do, i dont doubt that ash would want to do anything to make squiddo happy, its just they barely communicate their feelings (since squiddo was so unsure that ash was actually considering her a friend and not "dead weight", she even thought he might just be using manipulation or smth smth recap thingy during vote) so ash doesnt see what's wrong and squiddo just never brings it up, which makes their relationship FLAWED but left it feeling so much more true, no perfect friendships exist afterall! (Im so not projecting)
Sorry if i seem to be very "looking into the bad sides" core but I lovr glitch duo please-
This is purely based on lifesteal canon vibes from this ONE video, irl they're such besties ong!, but yeah, here's my long as hell thoughts after watching every squiddo video atleast 5 times, save me.
I love having the worst takes on dynamics lets GOOOOOO SQUIDDO MINECRA
- đȘ (previously đ±) anon (also dw about the tag just pretend its a mask im wearing for the bit oooooo spooky)
THIS WAS AN INTERESTINF READ..... i respect these takes. Indeed, havinf problems and conflict in relationships are great motivations for character growth.....!! Interesting storylines.... Lifesteal duos tend to have this inner conflict of hurting one another in some way that is somewhat tragic in nature, whether its because its in their nature (devotions.), circumstance, or something of the like.... Its why we love these relationships so much, they're flawed!
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my goodness đ„č U HAVENT FORGOTTEN ABOUT ME đ„čđ„čđ„č i feel so loved rn <3 but OMG why do all your ideas sound so INTERESTING đ€©đ€©đ€© i can't wait to read them all it has been such a long time since i've read nice pieces (but partially also because i don't even know where or who is even writing on here anym :/ ) BUT I RLY CANT WAIT for the jae one đđđ there's a reason why im peach afterall hehehehe <3
oh my you graduated!!! đ€Ą how much have i missed in your life seriously :/ but your job sounds rly exciting!! im glad that you're doing whatchu wanna do please make sure that as much as it gets tiring, u r still taking care of urself and finding ways to stay positive!! đ ouhie and don't stress over writing too much! i'm sure everyone doesn't mind waiting at all so no stress!! hehehehe wb life outside of work!! have u been spending good time w your friends and family too?
my LIFE has been constantly changing hehehe i think the last time i updated u was before i even went to university and now im already in my third year of university đ„čđ„čđ„č time rly rly flies đ«Ł im SOOOO busy and it's SOOOOO tiring but im just trying to take it easy and to handle everything that comes my way step by step. well the only thing that is extremely tough for me now and is rly taking a huge toll on me is my LDR :/ (yes i somehow found a male peach while i was gone jdienfkenfj) but well male peach is on exchange and rn i have managed to pull through half of it, and in dec everything will be back to normal!! its just rly tiring because of the time diff between us and just generally because of my insecurities and the unfortunate circumstances of male peach's exchange that all the other hoomans on exchange w male peach r females đ€Ą but ILL TELL U SLOWLY ABOUT ALL THESE <3
love, đ that misses u loads!!
AH YES I GRADUATED <333 I HAVE A MASTER'S DEGREE NOW!!! today was really rough so seeing your msg really brightened up my day. trying to stay pos through all the struggles, man.
i've gotten a bit of my social life back after graduation so that's great. did lots of traveling--i met smoll-tangerine (queenie) and ppangjae (alex) over the summer hehehe!!! besties finally meeting irl!!! going out and grabbing drinks and singing karaoke with my friends is always a great time. but istg, some of the situations in my life are like a fanfic, bro i can't believe these things actually happened. even queenie and alex were like nik, wtf!!!!! and guess WHAT? imma write stories based on those experiences too!
i'd LOVE to hear more about how you've been!! omg third year already?? time really flies, huh! and yay male peach!!! ldr's are rough, i had some experience with that, so i get you there.
and as for fics, all my ideas are so fleshed out in my mind, i really wish i could put the image in my head into my docs!!! and since you're my lil peach, here's a bit of my jae ideas for you:
drowning in your love
GENRE. childhood best friends to enemies to lovers, college!au, swimmer!au PAIRING. (long distance) swimmer!jaehyun x (sprinter) swimmer!reader PREVIEW. Jeong Jaehyun has always known how to swim, in fact, he excelled at itâthe sport was a part of his very soul. But for once in his life, he wanted to experience what it was like to drown. To succumb to the feeling of being overwhelmed. Of battling bated breath. And it was all because of you. Jaehyun realized that he was completely infatuated with every fiber of your being. Winning gold at a meet, being observed by recruiters didnât even compare to the amount of happiness he felt whenever he was near you. The boy wanted nothing more than to drown in your essence, your whole being. Even more so, Jeong Jaehyun simply wanted to drown in your love.
hits different
SYNOPSIS. Many people have heard of the saying, âalways the bridesmaid, never the bride.â This particular saying, more than others, has always applied to you. You believe love exists for others and that it will never be in the cards for you. Youâve experienced your one true love so early on in your life and lost it, you donât think you can ever love again. Unfortunate and sad as it seems, youâve accepted the role of the bridesmaid with your entire heart so why not capitalize it? You are now one of the hottest (and secretive) commodities in the wedding sceneâa bridesmaid for hireâand you are thriving in your growing business. But what if your latest gig leads you back to the love that you lost? Will assisting in the wedding planning be as easy as a summerâs breeze or as harsh as a winter storm? Will seeing him again in a different light hit differently as the last time you saw him or will it bring back all the memories of your biggest heartbreak? PAIRING. Rich Boy!Jaehyun x Poor Girl!Y/ NGENRE. Exes-to-Lovers!AU | Wedding! AU | Bridesmaid-for-Hire!AU | Arranged Marriage!AU
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[VICE VERSA episode 1 part 1]
Brown like a horse shit (:Â
I wonder what colour heâd give me
The female friend is the one that helps out at the end right? Looove her <3
Surprised thereâs only a handful of fans waiting inside
Love the gate fake-out tho lmao
Canât believe Jimmy went from playing an absolute turd (Wai) to an idol whose two settings are 1) charismatic and 2) dork
âyou have a big headâ WHAT KIND OF FLIRTING IS THAT
This whole scene is soooo cute though, holy shit
âthe one who drew it is cute tooâ Puen turning on the flirting before theyâve even swapped, heâs so pathetic (affectionate)
WHOLESOME INTRO TIME
I havenât seen the episode where the piggybacking in a body of water happens, I wonder whatâs happening there
Omg I never noticed but how old is this car???
I guess when youâre a colorist youâre automatically available as a movie extra??
ALSO HOW DOES TALAY NOT KNOW WHO HIS CO-STAR IS
(I get it, itâs for the sake of a big reveal, but câmon writers)
âMAFIA THE MOVIEâ
Puen I donât think âflirt with the corpseâ is in the script
Itâs nice to learn right off the bat that Puenâs not an arrogant twat despite his fame, he just smiles @ Talayâs phone call
âyouâre this drunk and you can still workâ WAIT THAT âOCEAN BLUEâ STUFF IS ALCOHOL??? AND TALAYâS TRYING TO WORK WHILE DRUNK???Â
That seems like a terrible decision
âhis attitude against pinkâ Boy you and I are about to throw hands
(pink is my favourite colour)
W-wait whatâs that pyramid(?)-looking thing in the water, Iâve never seen that before
The reason Talay got sucked to a different universe is he wasnât in the same frame as his friends
HOW DO YOU ASSHOLES NOT HEAR HIM
Oh my god I haaaaate Tessâs dad, like yeah Iâd probably punch Tess in the face if I knew him irl but I donât need to guess whose fault it is he turned out like that in the first place
Iâm glad his momâs got his back⊠in her own way
For a show that starts off with such a focus on colour, it changes drastically between shots during Talay and Tessâs momâs little act
And not in a way I think was intentional
SFJKSGDKSGKDGSKDGSJ VERA I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE ACTUALLY GOING TO WATCH VICE VERSA AND LEAVE ME COMMENTS AS YOU GO IM SO EXCITED TO HEAR ALL YOUR THOUGHTS ABOUT IT
okay but when i tell you talay is just as unhinged as puen is like imagine doing an interview for your dream job and ending up associating the dudes responsible for your destiny with the worst colors you could possibly come up with..... and then you meet a hot famous actor in an airport bathroom and not only you forget to wash your hands before giving him a present but you also tell him he has a big head....... AND YET TALAY SOMEHOW MANAGES TO GET BOTH THE JOB AND THE BOY ALEXA PLAY WHATTA MAN BY SALT-N-PEPA
it's also a testament of how good the writing of the show is that i loved talay since the very beginning despite is deeply incorrect opinion on the color pink aka THE PRETTIEST OF COLORS!!!!!!! however im willing to forgive him for everything since his journey from dislike to love because he comes to associate pink with puen is literally POETIC CINEMA
and not to spoiler you but when you said "Itâs nice to learn right off the bat that Puenâs not an arrogant twat despite his fame, he just smiles @ Talayâs phone call" it reminded me of how in episode 7 one of the characters tells puen that "talay's smile is your smile" AND TO KNOW THAT TALAY MADE PUEN SMILE FROM THE VERY BEGINNING WAY BEFORE THEY KNEW ANYTHING ABOUT EACH OTHER IS MAKING ME WANT TO GO DROWN MYSELF IN 5 CM OF WATER
i guess it's a good thing im not doing the bad buddy rewatch for the one year anniversary because i already know that this time around i would become the most disgusting wai apologist........... though kudos to jimmy for being able to portray both the biggest asshole in existence and the most endearing sweetheart CAN YOU BELIEVE SOME PEOPLE STILL HAVE THE AUDACITY TO SAY HE CAN'T ACT???????? also i think they should have brought back the suspenders in the last episode and let talay grab them to pull puen in for a kiss IM JUST SAYING
and i suppose this is the moment where i admit i have no positive feelings about tess but you're very right about his dad being awful
I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS ONLY PART 1 OF EPISODE 1 IM SFJKSGDFJ AT THIS RATE IM GONNA GET INSTITUTIONALIZED BEFORE PUEN SHOWS UP AGAIN
#i still think we should have gotten a special episode called brown like a horse shit tbh#ALSO I APOLOGIZE TO EVERYONE FOR EVERYTHING#vice versa#vice versa the series#vera9#m: ask
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AAhh I really like 45 it pushed the story along while also being just hilarious and touching and it was just so good!! 46 was just pokemon battles...
OBEY ME! LESSON 45 DETAILED SUMMARY
At breakfast the most of the brothers crowd around MC and ask them how different appliances work, Asmo apologizes for them and then immediately asks MC something as well and well Belphie calls him out on it he says he hasn't been in the human world for a really long time and things have changed. Beel says that the human world progresses so fast that it makes him dizzy and Asmo says maybe it feels like that since the devildom doesn't progress. Lucifer tells MC to get ready to leave once they're done eating (still on the white couches is2g this pisses me off so much) and when MC asks him wtf he says oh yeah forgot you nearly died while Solomon told you about getting a sorcerer's license. MC's got a meeting with Solomon and Beel & Lucifer were asked to come along. Mammon & Asmo protest cause they can't tag along. Â Belphie says that Beel and Lucifer were probably chosen cause they'll at least appear as mature functioning adults.
They meet up with Solomon in front of the Sorcerer's Society HQ, which according to Solomon is filled with "Pompous Uptight Bureaucrats". It provides assistance to sorcerer's living in the human world and provides them with first a provisional license and then a full license that'll allow them to practice magic as they pls more or less. Lucifer's like; that's great and all but why the fuck are we here. And Solomon tells him that he'll understand when they get inside. Lucifer says that sounds exactly like something someone who was seconds away from causing problems would say and he tells MC to brace themself.
The backgrounds for both these lessons are really good! Right so when they walk in sorcerers start ooing and awing over Beel and Lucifer - they've never seen them irl before, one even wants their autographs. Apparently Solomon's apprentice taming the 7 rulers was believed to be an urban legend?????????? I dunno imagine going from being a normal human to becoming an urban legend amongst sorcerers? Lucifer thinks Solomon brought them along just to boost MC's reputation (ohhh the poor man). Solomon reveals that he isn't on good terms with the society (is it even a surprise?) and being his apprentice would just make things harder for MC and that he established the society with his previous apprentice long ago but they had a falling out and now that apprentice runs the society (is it sad that there's a huge possibility that the falling out could be food related?). Solomon says he brought the brothers as bodyguards for his cute apprentice/charming apprentice/favourite pupil (If he keeps talking like that whoever runs this place is gonna deck MC) since back in the Celestial Realm the two of the were known as "the two greatest champions and protectors of the CR". Beel gets pissed off cause he thinks this means Solomon is putting MC in danger and Solomon says 'lol that's definitely not who I'm putting in danger' and when Lucifer picks up on that and questions Solomon on it he goes 'man look at the time we really gotta go get MC registered WOW'. The dude at the reception uses his staff to etch a magic seal that's the society's crest on to the back of MC's hand (I really feel like you should tell someone beforehand that you're gonna give them what is basically a tattoo? Also cant wait for that butcher to see this and the rest of MC's harem and come to the conclusion that they're in a cult) which consists of  3 staves and 7 stars signifying the 3 Magis who are believed to have invented magical arts and the 7 virtues (is it bad that before i even started om i knew what the 7 sins were but only had a vague knowledge about the 7 virtues? I wouldn't have been able to name them all without this lesson :/ anyway they're humility, generosity, gratitude, patience, chastity, temperance and diligence. Something i really like is that the brothers have all displayed the virtues that directly oppose their sins on a semi regular to regular basis).  To get their license apprentuces must earn the seven stars via passing 7 trials with the first of the trials being set and judged by their master. (ok so I assumed each test would focus on a brother and MC'd earn the star that opposes each brother's sin and would pass the test by learning and displaying the virtue of that star. But that isn't what happened here? If anything the test was there to teach Lucifer humility? Is that how it will go? will each test somehow focus on MC helping the brothers learn and display their opposing virtue even though all of them have already displayed this virtue to some extent?  I mean I guess the main point of the tests were to show that MC could control the brothers so that makes sense? but even though this test did focus on making Lucifer let go of his pride, the test was about MC learning to control Beel's power and these two lessons are very much focused on Beel so was the star they earned actually temperance? Even though the test didn't have anything to do with that virtue? Ahh i have so many questions about how the stars are earned and neither lesson really clarify it and if anyone wants to come debate about this???)
ANYway Solomon uses a spell to bind Lucifer in place, which pisses Beel off, tho when MC stays calm and just observes what happens Solomon is pleased assessing a situation before taking action is important (Ive had this HC for a while now but solomon is definitely the kinda teacher who throws you into the deep end with just a cryptic warning and watches with a smile as you try to figure out how to not die, if you do something particularly amusing while struggling he'll give you another cryptic hint, occasionally he'll yell out praise with that smile of his even if it looks like you're actively drowning and dying and failing). They start to get an audience while Lucifer threatens Solomon and shifts into his demon form and goes also im still fucking pissed off about that lunch so/ Beel also shifts and threatens Solomon, tho lucifer tells him to stand down cause he wants to murder solomon on his own and that a mere binding spell won't hold him down, Solomon's like Jeez chill it's for MC's exam you fucknugget and Lucifer's like oh shit yeah but you know i'll actually kill you for this later and Solomon's like yeah that's cool and also imma use my powers to make you into the size of a barbie doll and lucifer's like what- Â MC then proceeds to lose their shit over a tiny blushing Lucifer. MC's test is to keep lucifer safe for 24 hours which would be fine if they you know didn't live with the other 5. Â which is actually what lucifer says when Beel says it'll be easy if they just stay at home cause home according to lucifer also contains his '5 greatest enemies'. MC's job is to protect Lucifer from them without using any commands on anyone other than beel, and the goal is for them to be able to fully command beel like they did with Asmo in S1 against Henry 1.0. Beel is not allowed to act on his own to protect lucifer and can only act on MC's commands. Â Beel agrees, Lucifer swears and Solomon asks MC about their confidence levels. MC can promise one of the three of them that they won't mess up. Â Solomon says he'll stay in the house with them so that he can judge and Lucifer's more or less like; you're having fun aren't you and solomon says Duh.
So they end up at the cafĂ© where predictably Luke & Simeon end up screaming and laughing at a blushing pissed off mini Luci, Simeon tells him they physically cannot laugh cause of course big scary Lucifer is now in Simeonâs words âTeeny-Tinyâ & how heâs so cute he wants to keep him in a jar as a pet (God I love this lesson).  He says Michael would love to see this and when Lucifer yells at him he completely ignores him to poke his cheek (V Relatable). Luke also wants to join in on the fun but Lucifer is a little bitch to him and as retaliation for scaring their son MC pokes luci on the cheek too. Beel laments about wanting to poke luci on the cheek too and when Solomon tells the others to stop teasing lucifer, luci goes, EXCUSE ME WHOSE FUCKING FAULT IS THIS IN THE FIRST PLACE. Beel notes that luci now smells human. When luke asks about the smelling thing beel says that all 3 species? races? Smell different. Simeon marvels at how much humiliation PrideTM is willing to take cause heâs simping for MC. Luci tells them to shut tf up cause unless they come up with a plan to deal with his hell children theyâre probably going to kill him the second he steps foot inside the house. Beel tells MC to use his powers. Luci says they should be able to draw out Beelâs powers like they did Asmoâs in S1. Solomon says since he gave them a power up in S1 simply saying the incantation wonât work this time around and they must first fully understand Beel and his nature to be able to do that. MC has a flashback to the Butcher and his relationship advice and then asks Beel what he thinks they should do to be able to better understand him (while I do think ideally this is the right choice, in context with the other two choices, to me, this is the ONLY choice cause the other two come off as slightly yandere on mcâs part). Beel chooses spending time together via sleepover. But obviously Luci will have to come along and Solomon invites himself along too cause heâs still the judge.  Simeonâs sad about not being able to join in and luke is TOTALLY NOT JEALOUS OKAY!?!?
Outside the house Luci, Beel and MC all make pledges like theyâre invading enemy territory; Lucifer: Swear you wonât let your guard down. Beel: Swear to protect Lucifer with your life. MC, 100% seriously: I Swear. Solomon: Are yall fucking serious??? These are your fucking brothers???? You practically raised them??? Lucifer: Have you ever actually met my brothers???? Beel: You legit think they wonât give up their lives just to fuck with lucifer for a day? When Solomon asks what lucifer ever did to make them hate him so much he says he doesnât know. And look while âlocking me up in the fucking attic for a whole yearâ, ânot acknowledging that youâre actually my father and taking some fucking responsibilityâ and âblaming every minor inconvenience in your life on my very existenceâ are all very valid reasons none of them actually hate him right, cause I mean using every chance you get to fuck with your siblings is just part of being a sibling?  Which is what Beel and MC both tell Lucifer. Lucifer doesnât believe them and actually seems sad about it. Solomon said âwhile I do find the complicated interpersonal dynamics of your family fascinatingâ my ass is freezing out here. âŠDo you think theyâre like solomonâs favourite show??? I mean Solomonâs old as shit and probably doesnât remember what itâs like to have a family, and before MC, Simeon and the student exchange he didnât really have anybody so do you think he just watches the brothers + MC like âdamn, this shit is wildâ????????????????? The instant they enter the house, someone casts a spell and theyâre pulled into a portal. The fuck did you say about everyone loving Lucifer, says Solomon while making direct eye contact with Beel. They fall through endless darkness and MC tells them to chill cause it only feels like theyâre falling. They end up in a weird ballroom/royal courtroom kinda place, which Solomon marvels. Beel & MC recognize the place as a location from one of leviâs games and meet Levi in his TSL clothes who welcomes MC as the âheroâ.
Beel, Luci & Sol kinda just wordlessly stare at levi with tired expressions and MC being the bro they are plays along with levi by asking if he is who they think he is. He introduces himself as The Lord of Shadows, the ruler of all 7 lands. Lucifer: WTF. Beel says they donât have time for games and Levi gets upset that theyâre making him look pathetic. Levi gives MC their mission â to save the world by defeating the demon lord satan. Lucifer tells Solomon to get the fuck out of there. Solomon says he canât considering he has no idea where the fuck they are in the first place. Beel politely asks âhis majestyâ the way to pantry and Levi yells at them to take it seriously. Beel says well ok and explains the whole test thing to levi as a way to explain why they canât play. Levi says satan already knows this. After that thereâs a flash and black smoke starts curling up around the room and satan turns up in his demon form. And LOOK I hate satanâs demon form outfit but it actually looks really good in this context??? The feather boa and ribbon bow thing really works with the curling black smoke, evil demon lord look. It probably helps that you canât see his bottom half. Anyway Satan turns out to just be a magical projection and he says, well youâll have to come to me cause I kidnapped your boyfriend, while Diavolo calls out to Lucifer and MC from off screen. Diavolo had run away from the devildom to surprise the brothers. While Lucifer scolds Diavolo and while Diavolo apologizes, Satan tells they must all come to him along with the âobnoxious talking dollâ. Lucifer: the fuck did you just say. Ok this part is really cute; Satan: âIâll be seeing you MC.â Diavolo, still off screen: Canât wait to see you MC! Luicfer has a migraine. When Beel tries to say they should head off, Levi tells them they forgot something in RPGs. MC, still dutifully in character, asks the lord of shadows to give them aid. Levi gives them 100 grimm and just anekfnsndfjn the fuck can they do with just 100 grimm. Which is what both Beel and Luci say. Solomon says, well maybe theyâre just fucking poor around here so everything here is cheap. Levi gives them a talisman to protect themselves with, Lucifer says cool, but once this is over Iâm gonna beat your ass :) Levi says he just bought a new game that lets you create your own story and he just wanted to play it with them :(
So they end up in a cute lilâ game village & beel wants to go to a tavern but lucifer says they need to buy equipment first. If MC asks a NPC they just repeat the same line about how great life is under leviâs rule over and over again, if they search in the grass they find some medicinal herbs but beel immediately eats them, if they break a barrel Solomon starts breaking open barrels too and they get yelled at by lucifer. They end up in No. 2âs armoury. Luciferâs fed up with life. Solomon says the gear looks like shit and Beel says it makes sense since this is only the first town. When Beel tries to ask 2 for food he repeats his introductory dialogue over and over again. With the money they have theyâre able to buy gear for Solomon and MC and the only thing that fits Lucifer is the fairy outfit,,,, Iâm NOT fucking wearing that says lucifer off screen and God I love this lesson. Solomon and MC are both little shits and can you just imagine them trying to convince lucifer to wear it just to test it out? Fucking amazing. MC tries to haggle/talk with 2 so they could get armour for beel but he says buddy Iâm running a business here BUT thereâs a monster in the casino that cheats ppl of their moneâ Lucifer & Beel simultaneously: Oh, Mammon. So basically, if they can get 2âs money back heâll offer them a huge discount on the lord of flies armour. Â They decide to find an inn for the night before they face Mammon.
Lucifer finds it hard to eat food. Solomon: Cause youâre tiny ^.^  Beel: Wonder whose fault that is :I  MC can either offer to cut it for him (He thanks MC and tells them to feed him too. Entitled Fuck. Solomon & Beel also want to be fed but Lucifer tells them to fuck off) or tell him to just open wide and take a bite (Lucifer says if he gets too close to the food Beel would probably accidentally eat him). Beel says the food is a lot like devildom food and MC asks him if he likes devildom food or human food, Beel says all food is good. Since they donât have much money MC & beel and Solomon & Lucifer end up sharing beds with Lucifer telling Solomon to use a spell to keep himself still during the night to avoid accidentally killing lucifer in his sleep. There isnât a spell for that. At night, Beel asks lucifer if he thinks Satan still hates him and gets ââŠâ in response. Assuming Lucifer is asleep he asks MC what they think. MC says they think Satan just canât admit that he likes Lucifer. Beel says if thatâs what they think then itâs okay cause he just wants Satan to love lucifer like the rest of them do. MC asks Beel if heâs worried about lucifer (Beel says Lucifer wouldnât want him to worry but⊠and that he wants to be there when lucifer needs help) or says that Beel really loves Lucifer (Beel happily agrees that he does). Beel then tells MC about how he and Lucifer first met: So back when Beel was an angel, according to him the only thing good about him was that he was strong so he decided to become a soldier except he couldnât control his strength and always ended up breaking things which led to Raphael always saying something sarcastic to him. The whole thing was depressing for him until one day lucifer came over, sat beside him and talked with him. Lucifer was always really busy and spent most of his days deep inside the palace (places where Beel has never even been to before). He told beel that a soldier was not about attacking but instead about protecting, that protecting was what was most important. Heâd told beel that he was special cause he had the power to protect everyone and keep them safe (this shit is the sweetest and it has me sobbing but also that must have hit like a bullet when Lilith diedâŠ). Lucifer had told Beel if he learnt to control his powers then Lucifer would recommend him as a Cherubim, gatekeeper. Lucifer had given Beel confidence and his post as a gatekeeper. Which is why Beel wants to protect him, cause he loves and respects Lucifer. He says all his brothers love Lucifer cause if they didnât they never would have considered leaving the celestial realm. He says that even though Satanâs situation is different he isnât the same as he was before MC came around and that Beel likes the new satan better. And that he actually likes all his brothers more since MC came around, which is why he likes MC so much too. MC gets to either kiss, hug or thank him. Beel says his powers are there so that he can protect both Lucifer and MC. And FUCK I love this backstory so much????? And I desperately need all the other backstories?
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Fools Gold // Tommy Shelby
(A/N - ok. i started this imagine in december but then life happened and here we are almost in march. this took a really long time to write and im honestly kind of iffy about it but i hope you guys like it. also side note - tommy is a MASSIVE dick in this and do not let a boy/girl/anyone treat you like this - this is purely fiction and irl if someone uses you like this then they are trash. also second side note im mean to grace in this but I have a lot of feelings ok. LOVE U GUYS)
Thomas Shelby needed a distraction.
His mind was hazy, like looking through a cloud of smoke. He saw Grace everywhere. Sunshine coloured hair reflecting on the grey puddles in the street, sapphire blue eyes watching him from the bluebells sitting on Pollyâs desk, her soft laughter in his ears whenever he heard a bell chime. He wanted a distraction. He wanted a quick fix, something soft and warm that would fill the emptiness of his bed and the hole in his heart, but he never imagined just what that would cost.
The first time he saw you was on a Wednesday. The clouds were silver and the air was cold, and London was a welcome change in scenery. He was visiting Ada, in the city for business but wanting to see the kind face of his sister, some softness in his world of sharp. It was late at night, the moon round and full and the library almost empty, and he nodded at his sister in greeting as she filed away the last of the novels.
âTommy.â She smiled, with rosy cheeks and tousled hair. âLet me just grab my coat and weâll be off.â
She turned to speak to someone, and Tommy impatiently tapped his clipped fingernails along the edge of a desk, his brain always working, mentally relieving business deals in his head as he waited. He listened to the low hum of the roads outside and the incessant flickering of a street lamp through the window, turning slowly at the sound of footsteps approaching.
His breath hitched in his throat.
Standing beside his sister, all kind eyed and ink stained and sweet as strawberry ice cream was a girl. A girl that for the first time in a long time, made the memories in his brain curl off and vanish like wisps of smoke.
A girl that could be the perfect distraction.
âAre you sure youâll be alright closing up? Iâm sorry to rush off like this.â He didnât register his sisters voice, his ocean blue eyes trained on you, with your cherry bitten lips and pink polished fingernails.
âOh Ada, Iâm fine. Have a lovely time.â You replied, voice just as honeyed as the rest of you. You gave Tommy a soft smile, wringing your hands together, slightly uncomfortable with the attention you had accidentally drawn to yourself.
He stepped forward without a second thought, his palm outstretched. You blinked back at him, like a deer caught in headlights. Ada had spoken about her brother; how he could sweet talk the devil, and how he was destined to rule the world with his golden mind and silver tongue. You had been intimidated by her words, and standing before him you felt utterly, hopelessly, mortal.
You tried to hide your nerves as you shook his hand, his large fingers engulfing yours and sending sparks down your spine. His blue eyes reminded you of the ocean, like a stormy sea and the smell of salt, and you were worried you might just drown. He wasnât handsome. He was beautiful.
âMy apologies for stealing my sister away.â He said, his voice even and still, warm like a summer breeze. âIâm Tommy.â
â(Y/N).â You replied, trying not to falter under his unwavering stare.
âWell, itâs a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N).â
You held his gaze for as long as you could, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks and your neck grow hot. You couldnât tell what he was thinking, and that was what unsettled you the most. You had never been in the presence of someone so powerful and striking, and you felt so small next to him.
After a moment you pulled away, biting your lip gently and motioning to the overflowing bookshelves around you. âI should get back, it was nice to meet you. Have a nice night, Ada.â You smiled at your friend, before turning on your heel and walking away, feeling eyes bore into your back.
Tommy watched as you left, entranced by the swish of your skirt and the soft footsteps you took, and-the dizzying length of your tight clad legs. Ada tightened her scarf around her throat, a smirk on her face as she made her way to the door.
âDonât even think about it Tommy.â
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It was hard for him not to.
That night, as he drove back to Birmingham, he pictured your pretty face, your teeth chewing on those rose coloured lips, the slight tremor in your words as you spoke. In the quiet of his bedroom, the moon watching him from high above, it was usually Grace who disrupted his nightly reflection. But for the first time in a long time, it wasnât her voice soothing him to sleep.
He knew he wasnât going to fall in love. Grace might have been on the other side of the Atlantic with a husband that didnât deserve her, but Tommy was a romantic, and he truly thought that one day they would reunite. Lizzie was a good fuck, but she was temporary. Now she was hired as his secretary he didnât want to blur the lines of their relationship, and he could already feel her growing too close for comfort. He didnât need a girlfriend, especially when he knew that no one could compare to Grace, he didnât need another person to worry about and he certainly didnât need another broken heart. But what he did need was something to fill the void.
It was easy to find you, even with just your first name. He spoke to one of his informants in London, under the guise of âlooking for a new assistantâ and the following day he had a stack of papers sitting on his desk.
(Y/N) (Y/L/N). You worked at the library two days a week, and spent the other three training as a nurse. There were no previous addresses or references from past jobs, just your current flat and the hospital where you worked part time. There was nothing personal, no mention of family or relatives nearby, just a slightly faded photograph of you taken before the war. You werenât looking at the camera, your eyes occupied elsewhere, almost as if you were shying away from the photographer. You looked younger, but just as beautiful and Tommy thumbed the worn print between his fingers; careful not to smudge your face, a fingertip trailing along your lips.
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The flowers came three days after you had met.
You had been at the hospital learning how to properly stitch wounds, and your head was numb from processing so much information. You were exhausted, droplets of rain splattering across your collar and down the back of your blouse, and you were desperate for the warmth of your bed. You toyed with the keys in your pocket, finger running across the ridges so that you could get in as quickly as possible, but you fumbled when you noticed a spark of crimson on your doormat.
It must have cost at least a hundred pounds. Rich, ruby red roses all neatly clipped and arranged, their petals healthy and as soft as butter, and the gold foil writing on the box was of a store on the other side of London, one you had been too intimidated to even step foot in. You assumed that it was for Mrs Kim upstairs, or perhaps a gift from Ron to Mark after they had one of their colossal rows, but as you reached for the label, you felt your brow furrow.
âIt really was a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N). Regards, Tommy Shelby.â
You left them in your kitchen, squashed into the only vase you owned, clipping them practically to the wick to get them all to fit. You ignored them as you ate dinner, the radio nothing but noise in the background. You tried not to think of them as you sank into a scalding hot bath, or as you clambered into bed, and it worked - because what you thought of as you drifted off to sleep wasnât ruby red roses, but ocean blue eyes.
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Two more bouquets came in two weeks. Both just as lavish and extravagant as the first, and both sitting in the biggest drinking glasses you owned. Your flat smelt like a floristsâ, and pollen lingered on your clothes all day, a constant reminder of the man who had sent them. You busied yourself with work, letting the day to day distractions of the injured occupy your mind. The hospital had needed an extra pair of hands and you needed experience, but when you finally returned to the library, you cornered Ada as she restocked the shelves.
âOh (Y/N)!â She smiled, as pure and fresh as new snow. âItâs not been the same without you.â
âI donât want a boyfriend.âYou blurted out, eyes wide.
You had hoped to say something more eloquent, but Adaâs jet black hair and similarity to her brother made you fall pathetically at the last hurdle. Her eyebrows shot up, and you inhaled deeply. âSorry, that came out wrong. Please tell Tommy, thank you for the flowers, but Iâm not really looking for something right now.â
âTommy sent you flowers?â There was curiosity evident in her voice as she stepped forward, heeled boot clicking against the floor.
âWell, more like three bouquets.â
âWow.â Her brows almost reached the pendant light dangling from the ceiling.
âI thought you knew - I mean, I thought you gave him my address.â
She shook her head, a small smirk dancing in her face. âNope. But thatâs never stopped Tommy before.â
You exhaled, looking up at her and chewing on the bottom of your lip. âYou know that I - I canât. I donât think Iâm ready, you know, after everything...â
Ada was your closest friend, she had been since she arrived in London. Beautiful and intelligent, with her young son and quick wit - you remembered meeting her on her first day at the library, feeling nervous and intimidated by such a confident and clever woman, but barely a week passed and it felt as though you had known her your entire life. As the months flew by, the two of you would often go for drinks or dinner by the river, staying out till midnight and laughing until your ribs felt tough. She trusted you enough to let you babysit Karl, the little boy calling you his Auntie and making your insides swell with pride. And finally, on a warm summer night, with her cherry red lips and coal black eyeliner, the two of you watching the sun set from the balcony of her expansive house, she opened up to you.
As the sky darkened and you shared champagne and strawberries in the open air, she told you about her family and her past. Her voice was smaller than you had ever heard it, such a powerful woman almost seeming meek as she bore her soul to you. She told you about Freddie, the headstrong and golden hearted man she had fallen for, and you intertwined your fingers when she spoke about his death. She told you about her reasons for arriving in London, cautiously speaking about a gang that roamed the streets back home, you listened intently, eyes wide when she revealed that the main members were of her own blood.
She trusted you inexplicably, telling you things that she had burrowed away for years and that meant the world to you. So under the moonlight, you tipped your head back and emptied your glass, blinking back tears as you explained your own past, the one you had been running from.
Now though, she pressed a kind hand to your shoulder, her eyes softening ever so slightly and it broke you away from your thoughts.âYou donât have to explain anything to me. Iâll tell Tommy to keep his cock in his pants.â She winked at you, making you let out the breath that you had been holding, a relieved chuckle escaping from your throat.
She tugged your sleeve gently, motioning to the overflowing pile of dog eared novels by her feet. âCome and help me sort all this out.â She said âAnd let me fill you in on my date yesterday.â
Ada phoned Tommy as soon as she arrived home. He answered on the third ring, his voice tired and thick with smoke, his exhaustion evident through the speaker. One mention of you however, and he perked up like he had downed three shots of espresso. Work had been fucking awful, and imaging you and those rosebud lips was a pleasant distraction from the ache in his skull.
Ada told him to back off, and he could practically feel his sisters stern expression despite being 100 miles away from her. âSheâs too nice for you Tommy, and not interested. Besides arenât there enough girls in Birmingham? Why do you have to come after the one Iâve actually made friends with?â
Tommy had rolled his eyes. He loved his sister, but he didnât feel like explaining his reasoning to her. He knew that she would never approve, never really understand him.
âYou know I want you to find someone, especially after...â She inhaled sharply, choosing her words carefully. âLook, Tommy, youâll find someone, but just not (Y/N), yeah? Sheâs been through a lot.â
He hummed, not voicing his real thoughts, always liking to keep his cards close to his chest. He said his goodbyes and hung up, Adaâs words lingering in his brain. His spine had stiffened at the implication of Grace, he hated being reminded of the past, especially memories he was trying so hard to forget. But it wasnât just that, there was something about the words she had chosen that had sparked a fire in his gut.
âSheâs been through a lot.â
He wasnât quite sure what she was insinuating, but to him, it made you all the more alluring. He would never pursue a woman who truly wanted nothing to do with him. He might not have been the textbook definition of a âgood manâ but he respected those who turned him down - although it was very much a rarity. But there was something about you, something about the way that you had held his stare, the innocence in your eyes and the attractiveness that hung around you like sugar water.
He loved the chase, especially when the reward was as sweet as you.
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He waited outside your flat, hands in his pockets and peaked cap low on his head. It was almost six and he knew that you would be returning from the hospital soon, so he crossed his legs, leaning on the doorframe with a cigarette between his lips, secondhand smoke curling in the air.
He heard you before he saw you; the hiss of the cold air as you fought with the heavy door, the clunk of your patent loafers across the concrete and the jangle of your keys in your palm. He smiled to himself. Watching as you walked up the stairs, rifling through papers in your hands and then looking up suddenly, your eyes widening with shock.
âTommy.â You said, filled with genuine surprise, clutching your handbag tightly, sure that you would drop it otherwise.
He liked the way his name sounded on your tongue.
He reached forward, steadying your wobbling hands and collecting the papers before they could scatter down the hallway. You stiffened at the contact, but he held you secure.
âIs Ada alright?â You asked quickly, hoping his impromptu visit didnât come with bad news. He looked down and felt his stomach twist at the sight of your long lashes and shining wide eyes.
He shook his head. âMy sisters fine. I actually came here for you.â
âMe?â
âAda rang me, and I wanted to apologise for being so forward. It wasnât my intention.â
You straightened, pulling slightly away from his hands. âYou could have called, or written a letter.â The words came out slightly sharper than you had hoped, but you felt bristled by his sudden appearance.
He smiled. A half tug that looked boyish and cheeky, almost a smirk, and you hated the way that it made your heart flutter. âWell, yes, but that would have meant not seeing you in person.â
You fought back your own embarrassed grin, feeling blush rise from your throat to the plump of your cheeks. A flicker of humour sparked in his eyes, feeling triumphant at getting even the smallest of responses from you. The heat around your collar was turning such a delicious shade of red, like a honeycrisp apple, and it was hard for him to look away.
âLet me take you to dinner.â
You shifted on one foot, trying not to look into his milky blue eyes, knowing that if you did he would have you hook, line and sinker. âTommy... I donât know.â
âJust one dinner and Iâll be out of your hair.â
You exhaled, feeling yourself starting to cave. âOkay. One dinner. And nowhere fancy.â
Five minutes later and you were out the door. You had slipped off your work uniform and stepped into a lavender beaded dress and a pair of modest kitten heels. You hated the way you double checked your reflection in the mirror, smoothing out the stray hairs by your forehead, placing a cool hand to your chest to try and level your breathing. You didnât put on any makeup, you werenât trying to give Tommy the wrong idea.
You reminded yourself that you were just going to dinner, as friends. Nothing more.
Tommy watched you under the shimmering lights of the club. The rhythmic clash of the jazz band echoed all around him, beautiful women laughed and swayed on the dance floor, and the air was thick with smoke and bitter whisky, but his attention was solely cast at you.
Your head was down, and you were picking at the food on your plate. The expensive bottle of red wine sat opened in the middle of you both, your glass untouched and his filled halfway.The owner had recognised him immediately and sent over the gift, and he didnât miss the caution that flashed on your face at the gesture.
âAre you sure you donât want a glass?â He asked, voice smooth like silk.
You looked up at him. âNo, thank you though. I have an early shift in the morning.â
He nodded, cutting through his steak, a sliver of blood on his knife. âHow long have you been a nurse?â
He already knew, but he wanted to hear your answer.
âWell, Iâm technically not a nurse - not yet. Iâm still training, but I only have a few months to go.â You smiled, and he watched as your whole face lit up as you talked about your passion. âIâve always wanted to do it. Now I finally am.â
âWell, I think thatâs very admirable.â
âAnd what do you do?â
ïżœïżœïżœOh. Iâm a bad man.â He said, as if it was the most causal thing in the world. His cobalt eyes flickered from his plate to you, holding you hostage in his gaze.âBut Iâm sure Adaâs told you all about that.â
You inhaled. âI try not to judge people based on rumours.â
âEven if they hold some truth in them?â
You didnât say anything. You swirled around the spaghetti on your plate, spearing your fork through a pea. After a moment you cleared your throat, daring to look up at him.
âI think the world has changed. Times have moved on, and sometimes it requires a firmer hand to get where you want to be.â
Tommy paused, genuinely taken aback by your reply. You had been so timid and placid before, but now there was an intensity to your words, one that he found particularly alluring.
âIt doesnât mean that I agree, but - â You sighed. âA few years ago, I was turned down by a nursing school; they said I was too young and too inexperienced and... it really shattered my confidence. I was going to give up completely, but instead I decided to keep studying, and I was working three jobs to just make ends meet. When I applied again I made sure that there was no way they would reject me.â
Your eyes flickered up momentarily as you chewed on your upper lip. âAll Iâm saying is, sometimes you have to work hard to get what you want.â
Tommy mulled over your words, tongue running over his teeth. He picked up the stem of his wine glass and held it towards you in a toast. His eyes caught yours and his stare was unwavering, the edge of his lips unturned in a boyish smirk.
âTo getting what we want.â
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You really, truly, honestly, didnât want to enjoy your dinner with Tommy - but you did. The night was so easy, after a while you managed to find a comfortable niche and the conversation flowed like running water. As time passed you found yourself giving into habits that you thought you had left behind, like tucking a loose curl behind your ear, or giggling into your hands, a warm shade of pink staining your skin. Tommy watched you, the anchor on his chest lifting slightly, the way it always did when he found himself getting his way.
He walked you home with his suit jacket draped over your shoulders; despite your protests, leaving you smelling like whisky sours and cigarettes. He could feel your apprehension as you stood under the archway of your apartment building. The wind had picked up and rain was drizzling onto the both of you, and his stomach tightened when you looked up at him with raindrops coating your eyelashes. He was waiting for you to speak first. If he had his way, he would be joining you in your flat, pressing you up against the wall and kissing your lips until they were swollen. He wanted to untangle the braid in your hair, unlace the dress that made you look ethereal and feel you breathless under him, but he remained patient.
The truth was that even though you had only spent one evening alone, the constant buzz of work and life in his brain had faded into static. (There was only one woman who had ever made it fully fade, but now he knew now to take whatever he could get). He had genuinely enjoyed the night, even without the guarantee of ending it in your bed. It was pleasant to spend a few hours talking about something other than business deals or brutality, to fill silences with stories about films you had seen or your misbehaving patients.
He would be satisfied with a goodnight kiss, to taste the sweetness of your lips and feel the curve of your waist under his palm. He liked the way that the nerves you had started the night with were flittering under your skin once again; it made him feel good, it made him feel wanted, it made him feel powerful. It would be enough to sate him over until the next time you met up - because believe him, there would be a next time - but even he couldnât stop the flare of surprise that splashed over his face when you simply handed him back his jacket and darted up the stairs.
âThank you for dinner, Tommy. Have a good night.â
Underneath the broken bulb in your hallway, with his expensive patent shoes slowly filling with water, he let out a loud, genuine, chuckle.
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A few days passed, and whilst your evening with Tommy still lingered in your mind, work was much too hectic for you to be wrapped up in distractions. There were no more surprise bouquets or unannounced visits, and no phone calls at the end of your shifts either, you knew you should have been relieved, but you couldnât ignore the tiny flicker of disappointment. You decided to tell Ada, mentioning your dinner casually the next time that you saw her, dropping it into conversation as though it wasnât a monumental piece of gossip.
âYou did what?â Her voice echoed around the expansive library and you playfully shushed her, pointing to the people reading on the floor below.
âItâs not that big of a deal!â
âPsh! Easy for you to say!â She huffed, elbowing you in the ribs as she meticulously rearranged the books on the shelf in front of her. âI thought you were... you know...â She waved her hand like she was wafting smoke from her face, a clear indication of what she thought you were going to do to her brother.
You sighed, wiping the dust from a hardcover. âI know, I know. But heâs... charming.â
âYeah, like a fox.â
You laughed at her blunt tone. She turned away and continued working, her shoulders shrugging with her movements. âJust be careful, okay?â
âI will, mum.â You tugged on the bottom of her hair like a child, making her meet your line of sight. âHonestly, Ada, it was a nice night, but itâs not like itâs going to go anywhere. I have no plans to see him again - ever.â
Your intentions were shattered as you left the hospital one evening, stopping dead in your tracks when you recognised the distinct peaked cap and felt the unmistakable domineering aura all around you. You tried to bite back the smile threatening to take over your entire face when you saw him leaning against a red brick wall, tall and cool, the kind of man that would have a million songs made about him.
You couldnât deny the twist in your gut when he smiled at you, so cheeky yet smooth like rich dark chocolate. You felt the envious glances of the other nurses leaving their shifts around you, bubbling with jealousy and curiosity. You didnât even care that you would be the main topic of discussion at the next tea break on Monday, as much as you hated to admit it, you felt like the world around you was blurring, leaving nothing but the two of you.
âIs this a social call, Tommy? Or should I get the first aid kit.â You called out under the noise of the streets around you, your voice deceivingly controlled.
He flipped his leather notebook closed, one you hadnât even noticed he was so engrossed in, sliding it into his pocket and uncrossing his legs, his eyes shining with humour.
âNo, not tonight. Although Iâll know where to come if I ever need it.â
You came to a stop just before him, not trusting yourself to get too close.âWhat can I do for you, Thomas?â
He didn't comment on the space you had left between you, but you knew that he had noticed it. He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out his wallet, nimble fingers rifling through until he pulled out two stubs of paper.
âI have tickets for the play tonight.â
You felt your eyes widen as he showed you the passes. You had made an offhand comment at dinner about wanting to see this particular play, one that you didnât think he had even noticed, but he was obviously more observant than you had given him credit for.
âWow. Thatâs great.â You smiled, âWell, I hope you have a lovely night.â You winked at him, turning on your heel but he grabbed the edge of your sleeve, pulling you back towards him.
âI think itâll be a little rude of me if I show up alone, and besides, a lot of these things tend to go over my head, I think I might need somebody to help me understand everything.â
You wanted to resist. You wanted to tell him no. You wanted to be strong and admit that the fortress you had built around yourself wasnât ready to start crumbling down, not just yet.
But you couldnât.
You knew that this could all be a mistake. Letting people in wasnât something you were used to, especially not someone as charming and handsome as Tommy. But you found yourself liking him, as though he had some kind of magnetic hold over you, pulling you closer even when you wanted to run.
âTommy I - Itâs kind of you, but I donât think itâll be wise.â
âPlease.â He said, and hearing such a vulnerable word coming from his mouth made your throat constrict. âI know that Iâm being forward and feel free to tell me to piss off, but honestly, I had such a wonderful dinner with you and I would love to take you out again. And besides, youâre my only friend here in London.â
âWhat about your sister?â
âOh weâre really not that close.â He teased.
You laughed, chewing on your lip so harshly you thought you might draw blood. Despite the protests in your brain you reached out and took a ticket, looking up at him with those big eyes that made his toes curl.
âFine.â
The theatre was beautiful. It was wide and open, with red velvet seats and high ceilings. It was the prefect escape, laughing and gasping with the audience as the actors fought and danced on stage, magnificent hand painted back drops making you feel like you were no longer in London. You ate truffle coated popcorn and drank glasses of champagne, all sent over by the ushers that recognised Tommy instantly, practically bowing to him when you both arrived.
But Tommy truly couldnât care less for whatever was happening in front of you both, because he was completely captivated by you. He liked when you tipped your head back when you laughed, he liked the way your eyes lit up and followed the characters on stage, as though you were in a trance. He followed the curve of your nose and the pout of your lip under the cream coloured lights, unable to fight back the smile when you noticed him, blush rising up your neck like a tidal wave.
He walked you home that night, just like he had before, his jacket slung over your shoulders and his hand ghosting against yours. You seemed more open, your anecdotes a little more personal and your laugh a little louder, and he really felt like he might be getting somewhere. He liked making you giggle and the way you tucked into his side when a car raced by a little too fast, and he wasnât even disappointed when you simply handed back his coat at the end of the night, a ghost of a smile on your lips - if anything it made him want you more.
The morning after the play, with eyes blurred from sleep and a migraine brewing behind your eyes, you found a still warm lemon loaf and a container of expensive coffee on your doorstep. You smiled as you tied your hair up messily with a powder pink ribbon you had around your wrist, placing the coffee inside by the kettle and half of the sickly sweet treat in your handbag, knowing you would need it to soften up Ada when you inevitably told her about the evening you had shared.
She had rolled her eyes and scolded you; reminding you to be cautious. And you wanted to be, really, but there was something about him that made you ignore the warning signs hammering in your chest, and before you knew it you were back under his arm when he next showed up on your doorstep.
He took you to a horse show on the other side of London, telling you that he needed another pair of eyes and a consultant for helping him choose a new mare. You had told him you knew nothing about horses, and yet he persisted, pulling you in with that damned smile and those ocean blue eyes. You had managed to get one over on him though, meeting him at his car the next day, dressed in a blood red gown that made his breath get caught in his throat. You looked beautiful, ethereal even, with your curled hair and shy eyes. And that colour red, the colour of sin against such a gentle soul made the fire in the pit of his belly reignite whenever he looked at you, but worst of all, was the way that colour reminded him of her.
He didnât want to be wallowing in the past. So he allowed himself to get sucked into you, allowed the smell of your perfume and the sound of your voice and the warmth of your body distract himself from the blonde beauty that was clawing back into his mind.
He was waiting for you in his matte black car on his last night in London, and you tried to ignore the thump of your heart when you realised that he wanted to spend his final day in the city with you. He drove to Hyde Park, the sun was high and the sky was the cloudless, a long stretch of blue that seemed to go on forever. You walked across the grass, keeping your hands laced together so you wouldnât risk brushing your fingertips against his, knowing that you wouldnât be able to hide the goosebumps that would rise on your skin.You watched him smoke, inhaling and exhaling smoothly, blowing out nicotine like it was water, and he smiled when he caught your eye.
âWhy did you bring me here today?â You asked finally, when the two of you came to a stop by the edge of the pond, watching the ducks and swans swim between the reeds.
âI like appreciating beautiful things.â He said, tilting his head so he was looking you in the eye.
You sighed, watching the sun reflect diamonds from the water. âI donât understand you, Tommy, and that makes me nervous.â He didnât know what to say, and so he let you continue. âHow much has Ada told you about me?â
âNothing. Sheâs a good friend.â
âSheâs my best friend.â You murmured, and he watched the way your eyes glossed over, like you were replaying a million memories in your head. âYou know, she told me to stay away from you.â
âOh, I donât doubt that.â
âI donât know why youâre pursuing me.â Your voice was small, like the ripples that lapped over the top of the pond.
The truth is he didn't either. He knew it was wrong, using you as a way to get over Grace, but heâs never been known for having the most ethical methods. Doesnât he deserve this? For everything he does, for the money he makes and the lives heâs built for his family, doesnât he deserve something kind and pretty and gentle? Doesnât he deserve a distraction from all the noise?
You reached into your handbag, rummaging around through the loose lipsticks and many receipts that youâve shoved inside. He peered as you pulled out a small coin purse, rose coloured and no bigger than your palm. You unclasped the two little pearls at the top, and he noticed your fingers shaking ever so slightly, like a leaf in the wind.
You pulled out a picture and handed it to him, dog eared and greying but unmistakably you, laughing into the cheek of a young man, his arms slung over your shoulder. Tommy looked over at you, but you were watching the water, jaw clenched ever so slightly.
âWho is he?â
âSteven.â You cleared the lump residing in your throat, the one that always surfaced when you spoke about him. âWe lived next door to each other, he was my first kiss, my first love, my first - everything.â
Tommy felt a pang in his gut like a sucker punch, he could hear the hurt in your words, he knows it too well, because itâs the same that echoes around his skull whenever he thinks about Grace.
You continued, âWe were together since primary school, and all through secondary. I really thought we were going to be with each other forever.â You sniffled, and Tommy knows what youâll say before youâve even formed the words, because heâd been through the horrors himself. âHe was a few years older than me though, and then he... and then he got drafted.â
âHe was never made for the war. No one is, not really, but he was special. He was so kind and gentle and funny, and it wasnât fair. We got married the day before he was sailing to France. I wore my mothers dress, it was too big and a few buttons were broken, but it was perfect. We were just kids in love.â
The silence that followed told Tommy everything he needed to know, and his gut felt heavy, like it was filled with lead. He wanted to reach out and touch you, the sadness radiating off of you like perfume, but he kept his hands to himself.
âHow did it happen?â Tommy asked after a moment, knowing that you might not be able to bring up the subject unless he did.
âSecond battle of Somme. Front line. They said he took the bullet instead of his comrade, jumped in the way to save him. They said he died quickly, that he wasnât in much pain.â
âHe died a hero.â
âHe shouldnât have died at all.â
Tommy agreed with that.
âThe war took too many good men.â His voice was growing as sullen as his eyes, thinking back to a time that always sucked the life from him, his mind growing hazy with thoughts of the trenches and mud on his feet, sticky blood staining his hands.
âAnd destroyed those left behind.â
He inched closer to you. He was so tall and stoic, eyes focused on the water in front of you yet you felt completely seen, something about him making you feel content. Above you, the clouds were darkening, a chill whipping around you both. He brushed his shoulder against yours, the fabric making you shiver slightly, and he grabbed your wrist gently, intertwining your fingers with his, making the first move because he knew you couldnât.
âCome on,â He said, voice raspy and thick like billowing smoke. âWe donât want to get stuck in the storm.â
The rain was torrential. It was almost comical how quickly the clouds gathered and darkened, spitting droplets from above that trickled down and splattered the both of you. You giggled as you ran to the car, Tommy holding his jacket above the two of you, your heels splashing through puddles. It felt like a weight had lifted from your chest, when you opened the car door and bolted inside, breathless and wild. It had always been hard to talk about Steven, the words getting stuck in your throat like thick honey, but the relief of having it out in the open was enormous. You didnât realise just how much of the past you were holding onto.
Raindrops were scattered along Tommyâs fine leather seats, the bottom of your dress painted with a faint layer of mud. His windshield wipers squealed as the cleared away the water, the car thick with tension and heat rising from your damp bodies. It was late by the time you made it back to the centre of the city, the rain still cascading down loudly onto the pavement around you. You could hear your blood rushing to your ears, the kind of constant hum that made you feel as though you were being held underwater.
Your whole body was bubbling with apprehension, you could feel Tommy moving behind you, the edge of his jacket brushing against your arm. You couldnât find your keys inside your handbag, struggling from adrenaline and the icy chill of the air. Wet hair clung to your forehead, and you were certain your mascara was halfway down your cheeks, and you turned to Tommy to apologise for your clumsiness, but he was already gazing at you.
You were looking up at him, so innocent and so gentle and so beautiful under the soft glow of the navy sky and the twinkling stars and all he really wanted was to kiss you senseless - so he did.
He tasted like sweet mint and nicotine, and you tasted like woodsmoke and wisteria. It wasnât a gentle kiss, it wasnât like stealing kisses in the alley when you were sixteen, or clumsy kisses in the bed you shared with Steven, this was intense and passionate and all consuming. Tommy allowed you to devour him, the smell of you overpowering his senses and he buried his soft aching hands in your messy hair.
His body was pressed against you, thick and hard against the velvet of your figure. You pulled away slowly, lips puffy and swollen and baby pink. You were blushing, red hot from nerves and exhilaration and you laughed sweetly against the crook of his neck, eyelashes fluttering against his flesh.
âDo you want to come inside?â
His fingertips were the paint coated brushes and your body was the perfect canvas. You reacted to his touch like it was everything you craved. Your kisses were open mouthed and messy, and he had to bite his tongue to stop the cascade of groans threatening to spill from his lips. Your pulses were synced, the low light of your bedroom made you look like a creature from a fairytale, and he touched you like you were made from glass. His hands were soft yet rough, you let him run his fingers through his hair and then leave bruises on your hip bones. He shuddered into your neck, sweat dripping onto your skin, whines leaving your mouth that he wanted to drill into his brain and remember for the rest of his life.
He was breathless. He closed his eyes as he laid down next to you, the sky outside black like coal. You had been perfect. He couldnât hear the shovels. The usual constant battle in his brain was replaced by the salty memory of your skin, your hot breath against his ear, your legs tangling with his. He felt you next to him, curling into him slightly, your body still recovering and your toes twitching.
The bedroom was quiet, nothing but the creak of the wind against the window and the occasional pattern of rain against the glass. He felt his ears twitch when you opened your mouth, muffled and sleepy, a pang of sadness in your voice.
âPlease donât break my heart.â
He pretended to be asleep.
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He was gone when you woke up. You werenât quite sure what you were expecting, but cracking your eyes open to the lazy sunrise and the emptiness of your bed was as painful as a bullet in your spine. You felt embarrassed, looking down at the marks of your skin as you scrubbed away the night in the bath, running a warm flannel over your skin so many times that your flesh turned red. You felt ashamed; ashamed that you hadnât listened to your best friend and ashamed that you had put your trust in someone that you knew would hurt you.
But deep down, in the pit of your stomach, you couldnât deny that you still liked him, still wished that he was with you. You knew it was wrong but you forgave him. You knew he had to leave early; perhaps he hadnât slipped out the way you had thought, perhaps he had truly wanted to stay. You felt foolish and young and weak, but you missed the feeling of his lips and his skin, the weight of his hips against yours.
Two full weeks passed by until he showed up again. There were no calls, no surprise bouquets or impromptu visits, just the lingering feeling of shame on your body. You didnât say anything to Ada, too mortified to admit that you had slept with her brother and he had run out before you had woken up. You knew that he was the one in the wrong, he was the one who deserved to feel like shit for treating you that way, but that didnât stop the pounding of your own insecurities.
Rich raspberry wine and candied cherries, these were the remedy for a broken heart. You were sitting cross legged on the sofa, the radio crackling behind you, soft jazz lulling you into a relaxed daze. You were sewing the hem of one of your dresses, threading the needle and watching the stitches close. You had already downed two glasses of wine, loving the taste and the burn in your belly, and you groaned when you heard two sharp raps on the front door.
âRon, did you forget your keys again?â You huffed, expecting to see your forgetful neighbour waiting for you, but almost catching your fingers in the door when you realised who it was instead.
âHi.â
Piercing blue eyes and a jawline that could slice your palm, two things that you simultaneously adored and loathed. His hand curled around the door as you tried to slam it shut, pushing against you so it couldnât be closed.
âFuck off.â
âPlease. Please. (Y/N).â
âNo Tommy - Thomas. Fuck!â
âIâm sorry.â
âYeah? Well, I donât give a shit.â You lied.
âPlease just let me explain.â He said and you huffed, trying your hardest to not look at him for too long, it was like looking directly into the sun: painful and disappointing.
âI - No.â
âPlease.â
Fuck him and that fucking voice.
You opened the door a crack, enough for him to slip through and into your flat. He looked so dark amongst the bright colours of your crockery and the yellow tulips planted on your windowsill. You moved backwards, trying to make yourself as small as possible, ignoring the ache growing inside of you, the ache to run into his arms and forgive him.
âIâm sorry for the way I left.â He scratched his forehead and cleared his throat, the sound echoing around the room. âThereâs no excuse.â
âYou made me look like a twat, Tommy.â
âI know, and Iâm sorry.â
âStop saying that.â You said, but you werenât sure if you meant it, liking the vulnerability in his words, the tenderness of his voice soothing you despite your inner anger.
He lifted his palm to run through his hair, jet black coat cloaking over him like a shadow. You saw it then, under the light of the blue moon, a gash tearing through the skin on his wrist.
âYouâre bleeding.â You stated, and you saw his eyes widen slightly, looking at the wound on his arm as if he hadnât noticed it before.
âHuh.â
âGod, Tommy.â You inhaled, sucking air through your teeth, âLet me clean it, it looks like it needs stitches.â You hated yourself for giving in, knowing that the cut wasnât that bad. It wasnât like he was going to be leaving your flat in a stretcher, but you still cared for him, despite everything.
The smell of antiseptic wipes and the tangy metallic taste of blood filled your bathroom. You pressed on him a little too hard, smiling as he winced slightly. Neither of you spoke, letting the silence hang between the both of you, almost tangible. You could feel his eyes on you, those fucking sparkling eyes following the curve of your nose and the wave of your hair, lingering a little too long on your lips.
âI really am sorry.â
âYeah, you said that.â You bit through the gauze, measuring it against his skin, anything to not meet his line of sight.
âI have a habit of ruining good things.â
You scoffed. âDo you think Iâm stupid enough to fall for that line?â
âI thought you might hit me if apologised again.â
Against your better judgment, you laughed. âYeah, I might have.â
His palm, warm and heavy and reminding you of the pressure of his body on top of yours, clasped over your own, making you still.
âHave I fucked everything up?â He asked. You didnât say anything, not trusting your own voice. You felt the roughness of his fingertips circling your skin, languid like waves lapping across the shore. He inched closer towards you, smelling like fresh crisp apples and old cigarette butts, managing to always be the perfect mix of chaos and control. âBecause I havenât been able to stop thinking about you.â
You should have pushed him away, but you didnât. You gave into the darkness of his blue eyes, the ring of lust forming around his pupils and the desire stirring in your belly like bubbling water. He tasted so sinful yet sweet and you were the perfect remedy for the terrible day he had, so receptive and angelic under his touch.
âIf you rip your stitches, youâll have to redo them yourself.â
He laughed into the soft, buttery flesh below your jugular, kissing your collarbones as his hands dragged you impossibly closer, lips crashing onto yours.
You fell asleep first. Hair cascading on your silk pillowcase, and he connected the freckles on your back like they were constellations. He could hear the gentle drip of the tap in the bathroom, and
the hum of the city around you. The noise in his head had stopped, but it still remained like a dull static in the back of his mind. He pushed it away though, focusing on the calming energy of your body and the tenderness of your touch.
He would be gone tomorrow.
Heâll let you wake up to him, heâll drink the coffee in your kitchen and fuck you under the golden sunlight, open mouthed kisses shared in the confines of your apartment. But then heâll leave again, giving you just enough to allow him to come back. He craved you, but it was medicinal, like a hit of opium when the shovels got too loud, not something he could afford to indulge in.
He looked over at you, fast asleep, your nose twitching slightly. He canât give you what you want or what you deserve, but just for the night, in the quiet of your bedroom, with his hands on the curve of your hips, heâll be the man that you want him to be.
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His visits were sporadic and unpredictable. He would show up out of the blue, lurking around the back streets like a nomad, knocking on your door just before midnight, his hands covered in blood. On those nights you would clean him up, neither of you would speak as you washed away the crimson from his skin, rubbing ointment on the growing purple bruises on his knuckles. He would kiss you feverishly and wildly, desperate to feel your body so soft and pliant under his. Those nights he craved control, and you were the only person who would give it completely to him.
Sometimes he would show during the day, with a wide smile and an expensive suit, a bouquet of flowers in his hands. He would take you to dinner or for walks down the canal, you might sit curled in his lap at the pictures or perhaps drive to a new city, his hand in yours, allowing you to pretend that you werenât just the girl he came to when he wanted to feel something.
He would take you gently, almost romantically. In the back of his car or at a hotel that cost more for one night than your months rent, moulding your body under his like clay. Heâd make you moan for him, the prettiest sound heâs ever heard, and heâll relish in the attention youâll give him. Youâll be the one thing that calms him after a hard days work, itâll be your body and touch that unclench his fists and help calm his mind. He uses you like snow, strong, hard hits that leave him gasping for breath.
Heâd always be gone before the sunrises. Heâd wait for you to be asleep, hair around your head like a halo, lips puffy and swollen from clashing with his, fingertip shaped bruises across your hips. Heâd never stay long enough to hear the disappointment in your voice, see the gloss that coats your eyes, the hurt pounding in your chest.
It stings like alcohol on a wound even when youâre expecting it. When you wake up and your bed is cold and empty, and your body is missing the warmth of his. Youâll give yourself a few moments to cry, take a scalding hot bath and scrub his smell from your flesh, tell yourself over and over that this is the last time. Never again. But you know as you make your way home, with a clouded head and aching legs, that the next time he shows up, youâll let him stay.
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It had been almost a month.
A month of complete silence. You felt stupid but not surprised, the sadness nothing more than a dull pain in your chest now. You felt like you were just existing, not living. Constantly waiting for him to show up at your door and make your world start spinning again. You tried to distract yourself with work, but hearing the ladies gossip in the cafeteria about their loving boyfriends and amazing dates made the hole in your heart throb.
You hadnât told Ada what had been going on, but she was your best friend, and you were certain she had already sussed it. Youâd been skipping shifts at the library, spending more of your time cooped up in your flat or the hospital, opting for overnight shifts, anything to distract you from the loneliness of your bed.
Your cupboards were bare, cups of tea gone cold dotted all over your flat, and cobwebs starting to appear in the corners of your walls. You needed to go to the grocer and buy something that wasnât bread or wine or chocolate. You were rooting through your purse, hands smelling like copper when you heard the shrill ring of your doorbell. Your heart stopped, but you didnât get your hopes up; you were done waiting around for him like a bloody border collie.
You could see her silhouette behind the door, raven coloured ringlets and red lipstick. You sighed, running your fingers over the creases in your jumper before you opened the door, expensive french perfume wafting into your flat.
âYouâre avoiding me.â She said sharply, waltzing inside, thick fur jacket brushing past you.
âNo Iâm not, Ada.â
âYes you bloody are!â
You watched as she rummaged through your cupboards, pulling out two glasses and then flopping down on your sofa and patting the seat next to her. She grabbed a bottle of vodka from inside her handbag, almost bigger than your head, and she started to pour.
âTell me everything.â
So you did. It was embarrassing and awkward, but damn did it feel good to get off your chest. Ada sat watching intently, pursing her lips and sighing when appropriate, burgundy nails tapping on your table when she got particularly annoyed. She threw her head back and finished her second glass, faint cherry red staining the rim.
âIâm sorry Iâve been such a shit friend.â You apologised, gulping the remaining droplets of your own drink. âI just - God, I had no idea what to tell you.â
âYou know you can tell me anything.â Her voice was ernest and for the first time in a long time you actually felt like you could breathe, Ada always had that effect on you. She had a way of making people feel comfortable.
âIâm sorry I didnât listen to you.â You sighed, cradling your knees to your chest. âI was too embarrassed.â
âItâs not your fault, babe, Tommyâs a dickhead!â She shoved you lightly and you smiled halfheartedly. âAnd I would tell him that in person! Not that Iâve seen him since Grace came back.â
You felt your spine go rigid.
âGrace?â
Annoyance painted Adaâs face, and she pursued her lips like she was sucking on a lemon.âHe didnât tell you about her? That she came back?â
Not explicitly, but she had always been there. Ada had once told you about her brothers lover, the beautiful blonde vixen who had turned his world on its axis. That was partly why you were so hesitant, knowing you couldnât compare to a woman like her, but Tommy had made you trust him, and look how that turned out.
Now you were slapped with the cold, hard truth, and it hurt.
She was the woman always on the tip of his tongue, the one that he saw when he closed his eyes. You were the body he used, the temporary buzz and the hit of pain relief, but she was the one he really wanted, the woman he pretended you were.
âNo. Must have slipped his mind.â You laughed falsely, feeling tears build behind your eyes. You inhaled, your voice quiet. âBut Grace - she was the one wasnât she? You know, the one who...â
The one who broke his heart. The woman he loved, the woman he really wanted.
She hesitated, but then nodded sadly. âYes.â
âGod Iâm such a fucking idiot.â
âIâm sorry baby.â Ada pulled you into her arms, cradling you against her chest like she was comforting her son. You let the tears fall, felt them cascading down your cheeks like a waterfall. Ada stroked your hair and pulled you close, and you closed your eyes, finally giving into the sadness.
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It was slow - the healing process. Falling back into a routine of work and chores, and eventually starting to laugh and smile again. You passed your final exam with flying colours, finally becoming a registered nurse. Ada was there with Karl, cheering you on when you left the hall with papers in your hands. You continued working at the library, hiding behind the bookshelves at the back with Ada, clutching your stomach from laughing so hard, your knees weak. You made new friends with the ladies at work, visiting clubs and bars on the weekends, trips to the pictures after a long day on the job. You even got asked out on a date, with a handsome doctor called Dennis who always made you a cup of coffee in the morning and saved you the donut with pink sprinkles he knew you liked.
It took time, but you were finally starting to feel the wound scab over, but of course, a hurricane in the form of a smart mouthed gangster was just enough to blow down everything you had worked so hard in repairing.
Three months of no contact had passed.
It was late. Hot water billowed around you as you stirred your tea bag, inhaling the sweet smell of cinnamon and lemon. You pulled your satin robe tight against your skin, admiring the soft blush pink colour and shuffling towards the bedroom in your matching slippers. You hummed as you turned down your bed, longing for the sweet embrace of your covers, but you were pulled from your daydream by pounding on your front door. You sighed, ignoring it and continuing to fluff your pillows, but when it didnât stop, you frowned and stormed towards the assailant.
âDo you have any idea what time it is?â You muttered, swinging the door wide open, but the words evaporated like ocean spray when you came face to face with the man you least wanted to see. It was such a cruel sense of deja vu, and you could feel your face growing red hot with anger.
âGet the fuck away from me.â
He ignored you, stepping over the threshold and back into your life. You held your hands up, defensively and aggressively, your brain not knowing whether to fight or fly. You inhaled loudly, you didnât want to give in, didnât want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you upset.
âPlease, Tommy. Just go.â
âI needed to see you.â His words were quick, raspy and urgent, but you brushed them off like they were nothing.
âYouâve seen me, now leave.â
âNot without speaking to you. Let me explain.â
âWas she busy?â You spat. âIs that why youâre here? Sheâs away so you think youâll just come and see me and Iâll let you in? Let you touch me? Fuck you, Tommy.â
His eyes were wild, frustration painting his features. âItâs not like that.â
âNot like that?â You spat. âNot that you were using me as a tool to get over another woman? After everything I told you - â You stopped, not wanting to think about your past. It was too painful.
He came closer, walking towards you so cautiously and softly you might have laughed. âJust hear me out.â
âWhy the bloody hell should I listen to you?â
He shrugged exasperatedly, your words striking his skin like a branding, because you were right. He had no moral high ground or proper explanation for the way he had treated you.
âIâm fucked up. Too fucked up for you.â And heâs telling the truth. Youâre so pretty and honest and kind, even when youâre crazy with rage, your whole body is practically buzzing with anger and youâre still so beautiful and light and he knows that he ruined you. You trusted him, you confided in him, and he still left.
âI canât believe I was falling so such a goddamn righteous asshole!â You seethe, raking a hand through your hair. His eyes widened but you merely scoffed, if looks could kill he would have been swallowing dirt. âDonât act like you didnât know. Donât act like you have no idea what I was feeling for you.â
He didnât know what to say, and he could his stone cold heart breaking.
âI canât do this anymore.â You sniffed. âThis is the last time I want to see you.â
âJust let me stay, let me make it up to you.â
He moves closer, wanting to feel your hair between his fingers, the soft embrace of your touch and the sweetness of your lips. Things had been going wrong all day, the business struggling and the cops getting suspicious and all he could think about was holding you. He wanted to try, he needed to feel you, he needed to feel something real. He wanted to apologise, pull you under him and make the both of you forget. For one more night he didnât want to be Tommy Shelby, he just wanted to be the man who got to hold you.
You inhaled. âIâm seeing someone else.â
He felt a knife slice through his abdomen. He had no right to feel the shock and jealousy prickling through his skin, not after what he had done, but he still felt the raging green envy bubbling inside of him. He was being completely unreasonable and cruel, but a part of him had really hoped you would wait for him, but itâs that unfair mentality that had cost him.
âWhat?â
âIâm seeing someone - someone from work.â You said, finally gaining the nerve to stand up for yourself, wanting to wash away six months of your life you had given to him. âWeâve been going out for the past few weeks.â
âWho is he?â His tone was more demanding than he meant it to be, the shock and twinge of insecurity he felt from your announcement was making his words sharper.
âYou donât get to ask me that.â
He needed to take back control of the conversation, he needed to explain. He knew just how much he had fucked up, heâd been gone for too long this time, and his own selfishness might have cost him the best thing he had going for him. âI never meant to hurt you.â
âNo, you just never meant for me to find out.â
âThatâs not true, (Y/N). Listen to me, I - â
âI have a busy day tomorrow, Thomas.â You said firmly, putting your foot down and refusing to let him try to right his wrongs - you had worked too hard on moving on. The hidden meaning in your words made Tommyâs jaw clench, his hands reflexively flinching at his sides. âSo, please, just... just go.â
You were crying, but trying so hard to hide it. He could see the gloss coating your eyes and the flush rising from your chest, as though your body was leaking sadness from every pore. He felt his heart pound against his ribs. He was so used to getting what he wanted, in business and in private, and yet he felt like he might have just lost it all. So he turned and left, shutting your front door and trying to tune out the sound of your sobs, feeling even more empty inside then when he had arrived.
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He finally got what he wanted.
Grace was sitting opposite to him, her knees brushing against his, her smell so familiar and dizzying, but yet it didnât feel right. She was a vision in a sea foam dress, with her sunshine coloured hair and perfect features, her eyes filled with a million stars that he could once spend hours getting lost in, but not anymore.
It felt so fake, so forced. The conversation didnât flow, his words were stagnant, getting caught in his throat. She was looking right at him, the same way she did when they would wake up tangled in one another, at a time in his life that he used to think he was the happiest.
But maybe that had changed.
He was finding pieces of you in her. He knew that Grace only drank red wine, but out of habit he almost poured her a glass of bourbon; because that was what you liked. The way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was nervous, the same way you did. How the shawl draped over her shoulders would look perfect on you.
He was sitting across from the woman of his dreams, but none of it felt right, because she wasnât you.
Perhaps his dreams had changed.
He tuned out Grace as she spoke, her voice not calming him as it once had. All he could think about was what he had lost. He had been a prick, he knew that for certain. He hadnât meant to not call you, to leave you in the lurch like he did, he just didnât like anyone getting too close.
When he was in Birmingham he was the leader of the Blinders. He was smart and strong and thought things through so nobody else had to. He was the kingpin, the man who ruled with an iron fist and got exactly what he wanted, when he wanted it. But with you, in London, he had allowed himself a sliver of peace. He let himself sleep next to you, peach coloured moon dancing over your bodies, curtains blowing in the wind. After a long day he found himself driving to see you. Wanting to see that shy smile that would make his knees buckle, feeling like a teenager even when he had beat a man half to death mere hours before.
You were a forest fire. Just a small spark, the smell of your hair, the velvet of your skin, the sound of your laugh, and his entire world was alight. He remembered taking you out, the feel of your small hand against his, genuinely wanting to know how your day had been. He remembered the sound of your laugh, when he had you pressed up against the window of his car, in between ticket stubs and cigarette butts and road maps, unable to stop the grin making its way onto his own face.
Even in the months he was gone; when Campbell came back and turned his world back to shit, in the quiet of his office, his mind always wandered back to you. He thought about you whenever he saw fog rolling over the hills or he felt rain patter across his shoulders, he would lose himself for a moment and his brain would conjure up a picture of you. When he saw John and Esme at the Garrison, soft gentle touches reserved for one another, that stupid dopey grin on his brothers face, he thought of you.
It was more than just sex and he was a fool for thinking that that was all it had been.
âTommy? Whatâs the matter?â
It was Grace. Her voice like ripe berries and warm milk, but entirely wrong. He blinked, remembering where he was, feeling the velvet of the sofa under his suit. She smiled when she realised she had captured his attention, slightly smug and self assured, and she continued her story of the joys of living in New York.
Tommy looked at her, really looked at her for the first time since they had met up. Here they were, in a five star hotel room outside of Birmingham, with champagne and caviar and imported chocolates. But sheâs married, to somebody else. And yet, she had rang him and expected him to drop everything and join her.
He almost laughed at the irony of the situation.
Grace was like the first sunshine after being caught in a storm, but perhaps heâd grown to like the rain. Heâd been chasing her for too long, like a fucking puppy, and now she was sitting centimetres apart from him, and he realised that she didnât look all that magical. He thought about the anguish he felt when she left, the pure heartache that almost split him in two when he found out she had married another man, the pain of sleeping alone once more - and it makes him falter, because thatâs exactly the same way heâd treated you, and you deserved so much more.
He knew Grace wanted. She wanted to fuck. She wanted to feel something other than her pathetic new husband, she craved the feel of power and the memory of what itâs like to run around with the devil. Her hand moved from the stem of her wine glass to the top of his thigh, a gentle, almost timid touch, testing the waters before she fully submerged. This is what heâd wanted since the very minute she boarded that train, to be back with the woman he loved, but now her soft caress feels like a slap. She didnât notice his internal struggle, wine drunk and ready to fall back into his arms, but all he could picture was you with another man, his hand resting on the silk of your skirt.
He felt the familiar tick in his jaw, the way his knuckles flexed unconsciously, he knew he had no right but jealousy was eating away at him. How fucking stupid had he been? And now another man would have the pleasure of taking you out, making you laugh and blush under diamond chandeliers. Another man would get to walk you home, listen to your voice and then kiss you under the silver moon. He couldnât even bear to think of the next part, the mere thought making flames ignite around his pupils.
âTommy?â Grace asked, her eyes big and round like saucers, lips parted and just waiting to be pressed against his. She watched as he stood up, his knees clashing against the bar cart, far more flustered than she had ever seen him before.
âI have to go.â
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The club was loud, the bands instruments following you everywhere you went. The room was painted red and gold, shimmering lights and glowing pink shades reflecting from every surface. You were in a booth in the corner, nursing a glass of bourbon and eating sweet green olives, vinegar and alcohol on your tongue. Dennis was sat opposite, clad in a fine suit with a fresh haircut and laughing at his own anecdote, his hands gesturing wildly as he retold a story you had already forgotten.
You liked him, you did. He was nice and funny and handsome, - but he didnât make sparks dance on your skin when he touched you, and he didnât occupy your mind every second you were apart. Maybe that was for the best, maybe you needed to be sensible and date with your head, not your heart, because that was why you always got hurt.
You mind had been muddled since Tommy came back. All of your hard work had crumbled to pieces when he had knocked on your door. It was beyond frustrating, the way that he managed to crawl back inside your conscience with just a few words. You tried to blink away everything that happened, focusing on Dennis sitting on the other side of the booth, losing yourself in his kind smile and bright eyes.
He reached out and patted your hand with his, and you noticed how smooth his fingers were, not like the rough calloused pads that you could remember digging into your thigh and - you stopped, determined not to let your mind wander. You werenât being fair to Dennis, he deserved someone who would give him their undivided attention, and didnât spend the evening think of another man.
You let Dennis order another round of drinks, the conversation coming back round to the hospital - the only thing you seemed to have in common. You were just about to ask after a patient who you had heard wasnât fairing very well, when you heard a commotion coming from the main hall. You raised your eyebrows and twisted around, trying to get a better view but you were blocked mostly by the sea of bodies. You turned to look at Dennis, but watched his own gentle brown eyes fill with shock.
âI need to talk to you.â
Fucking hell.
You felt flames licking your skin and ice cold water on your head at the same time. That stupid brummie accent that made your toes curl even after all the shit he had put you through. You saw surprise flash across Dennisâ face, his brows knitted at the stranger who had approached your booth. You didnât want to turn around and face him, but you didnât want the situation to get out of hand. You risked it. Swivelling in your seat so you could see him fully, your eyes flittering over the curls in his hair and the dammed sea blue colour of his irises.
âTommy.â You kept your voice as level as you could, but it was proving hard. âTommy, what the hell are you doing here?â
âWe need to talk, come outside with me.â
His stare was so heated that it almost made you feel uncomfortable, and his hair was tousled, the way it always got when he ran his hands through it repeatedly. You could tell he was jealous, not missing the way his eyes had darted to Dennisâ hand covering your own. You could see the clench of his jaw and the tension in his forehead and it made you feel good, it was about time he had a taste of his own medicine.
âShe doesnât have to go anywhere with you.â Dennis said, rising from his chair so he could meet Tommyâs line of sight. You reached out and squeezed his wrist slightly, willing him not to get involved, not for your sake, but for his own.
âIâve had a a really fucking long day and I think that itâs best if you donât piss me off.â Tommy spat, his voice husky and exasperated, pointing a finger across the table. Coming face to face with you and your new lover was enough to tear the strings that were holding him together, he wasnât a patient man and all he wanted was to explain himself, but it was hard when he was in such a jealous haze. His mind and his mouth werenât working as one, he was losing his composure, and quickly.
âStop it.â Your voice was stern, cold enough to turn him to stone. You could feel dozens of eyes on you, watching you all like you were performing at a play, mouths agape and eyes wild with anticipation. You blinked up at Tommy and you could see him soften, the hurt evident in your features enough to make him want to tear out his hair, furious at himself for how he always fucks things up.
You turned to Dennis, heart clenching as he held his ground despite being much smaller and a million times less intimidating then the gangster behind you. You gave him an apologetic look, knowing that the only way to diffuse the bomb that was Thomas Shelby was to speak to him alone.
âThank you for everything, Dennis.â You said, shaking your head at the insanity of it all. âIâm so sorry, please forgive me for how this evening has turned out.â
He brushed off your words, as gentlemanly as ever, shooting a harsh look at Tommy. âAre you sure youâre alright going with him?â
You could see Tommy open his mouth to spit back something, his hands clenched at his sides, but you pushed him roughly in the torso and stormed past, heading for the back doors.
Your face was hot and red with shame, you could still taste alcohol on your tongue, but it had turned bitter and sour. You could hear him behind you, his expensive shoes clattering on the cobbled streets, his heavy exhales in the dark. He reached out, his touch timid and reserved despite the scene he had just created. At the feel of his fingers on your upper arm you pushed him off, walking further away into the alley.
â(Y/N)!) He called, but you ignored him, wiping away your tears before swirling on your heel, voice laced with venom.â
âIt wasnât enough for you to break me back at my flat?â You shouted, hearing your heart shatter with every syllable. âYou had to come and do it in public too? What the fuck is wrong with you Tommy?â
âI know. I know.â He came towards you but you stumbled back, holding up a finger to keep him away from you. âI shouldnât have made a scene.â
âWhy canât you just leave me alone?â You cried, it was hard enough to even try to get over him, but now he was making it impossible and you werenât sure how much more you could take.
âIâm in love with you.â
You couldnât stop the tears now. It was the words you had been begging him to say, the words that you had wanted to hear since you had first met, but they just made you weep harder. His face was so ernest, more honest than you had ever seen it, but it was so goddamn hard to believe him.
âYouâre not in love with me, Tommy.â You murmured, swallowing the thickness in your throat. âYou just want me because you saw me with another man.â
He shook his head, reaching out to touch you under the yellow glare of the streetlights. The feeling of you in his arms was so right to him, so familiar and warm that it felt like coming home. The tear streaks on your cheeks shone like the stars above the two of you, so beautiful and so heartbreaking and he needed to let you know how he felt.
âIâm in love with you.â His voice was firm, and even though you wanted to you couldnât look away from him, trapped in his gaze. âItâs always been you. And I should have told you sooner.â
You stopped, everything you had wanted to say evaporated like ocean spray around the two of you, the water crashing so loud you could hear it in your ears. You were tired, and confused, half of you wanted to slap him and the other half wanted to fall into his arms. Instead, you sat down on the curb, feet planted in the gutter, dropping your head in your hands.
âI need a cigarette.â
Tommy smiled. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his packet and a lighter, giving you a smoke before lighting the end, watching the flame flicker in your eyes. You took three long drags, trying hard to control your breathing and rivalling emotions before you spoke again.
âHow did you find me?â
He inhaled, puffing on his own cigarette. âIâve had men watching you since the first time we met.â
You snapped around to face him. âYouâve fucking what?â
âYou really think I was going to let you go around the city without protection?â
âI donât know what to think.â
âI know.â
The silence was deafening and you hated how you instinctively wanted to move by his side, press your body up against his for warmth. Instead you looked up at the navy coloured sky, counting the stars and pretending you couldnât feel him watching you.
âI fucked up.â He spoke. â I used you and I hurt you.â
You bit your lip to try and stop the tears from falling once again.
âI was heartbroken because of Grace, and I needed a distraction.â
âA distraction.â You repeated.
âIâm sorry. Itâs redundant now, I know. But I am. I fucked everything up and Iâm sorry.â
The tension between you was almost palpable, like the nicotine that was surrounding you both. You could feel the sincerity in his tone, but you also knew that he could talk a man out of his house if he really wanted to.
âDid she turn you down?â You countered, facing him. âIs that why youâre here with me?â
He shook his head, tongue running over his teeth, wisps of smoke leaving his lips. âI saw her for the first time tonight.â He said, honestly. âI sat across from her and I realised that she meant nothing to me, not anymore.â You felt him beside you, the pressure of his thigh digging into yours, desperate to get you to look at him.
âIt was just sex.â You muttered, looking for some kind of safety net to stop you from making the same mistake, no matter how badly your heart is pleading you to fall onto him.
âDonât fucking say that. Donât lie to me.â He stammered, as though your words had truly hurt him.
âYou treated me like shit, Tommy. How can I ever trust you?â
âI canât promise I wonât fuck something up. Iâm a bad man and I do bad things, but I swear, right, on my fucking life - that I will never do anything to hurt you.â
He was so close to you. The strong man so weak as he brushed his nose against yours. He felt years younger, and felt the overwhelming ache to drag you into his arms and kiss you senseless.âI need you with me. I canât do any of this without you - And will spend every day proving to you just how much you fucking mean to me.â He whispered, words trailing off into the
crown of your hair.
You couldnât stop it. All of the warning bells in your head extinguished like candles, and all you could think about was him. He had hurt you, dug a knife into your rib cage and left you to bleed, and perhaps a better woman would have left him sitting in the gutter, but you knew that the two of you were bound together - just as beautiful and broken as one another.
You shook your head, looking up at him through your eyelashes, the man who had turned your life upside down. You didnât want to think anymore - so you didnât, instead you smashed your lips onto his, making his head spin wildly, losing himself in you.Heâs always had a high tolerance, but somehow, just one touch, just the brush of your lips against his, the heat of your breath on his skin, has him utterly, completely, wasted
âPlease donât break my heart.â You said, reminiscent of the first time you had slept together, pressing your forehead against his. He breathed you in, the smell of violets and salt, warm coffee and vanilla, the scents that he wished he could bottle. He pressed his lips to yours, claiming you as his as much as proving he was yours. He relished the taste of you, his kisses greedy and passionate, making sure that you were still there and knowing that he would never let you go again.
âI wonât.â
And itâs a promise heâll keep.
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I had a minecraft dream last night...
This is going to be a long post, but bear eith me, and take the time to read it.
I don't dream about minecraft very often. In fact this might be a first. I'm still in bed while writing this, as im afraid if I wait I'll lose a bunch of the memories.
It involved myself and a few members of the Dream SMP getting sucked into MC. Ironic, I know. Dream, George, Badboyhalo, Tecnoblade, Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit, and myself. We all looked like our avatars... mostly, and even had some special skills i'll get into later.
To be clear, they were as they are in real life in terms of personality.
I've not watched the dream smp yet... maybe I should start soon. Anyway, side tracked...
The world worked differently than normal MC. It was more realistic, especially the combat and movement. Anything you can do irl you can do here. The drawback was that it made everything harder and more exhausting.
I was dragged in a month before the others, where over the next four weeks, I'd figure out how the lives system works; how difficult movement was; that crafting was nearly the same as normal mc; and how to build.
Five lives. There was a little tracker on the back of your hand, five squares for five lives. Each life you lost, a square would disappear. But it wasnt that simple. Every tine you died you'd feel the affects of the world more. Eating took longer, everything cost more and more realistic amounts of effort, and most importantly... taking damage would actually hurt.
On your first life damage was less of a danger and more of a 'stat' to just be aware of. Getting attacked, shot, exploded next to, ect wasn't too bad. But the more you died the more these things started to get scary. Arrows would tear their way in and ve painful to remove. You'd bleed and have actual wounds that needed care.
By the time the smp members were spawning in, I'd already been reduced to my last life. I was never good at minecraft, though im alright irl with a bow it didnt help much.
You spawn in unconcious. I'd lost my first life that way. I spawned above water. A painless drowning. I hadn't gone back to the ocean since, it scared the fuck out of me.
The first to arrive was Techno. I went back to spawn for the good sheep spawns there. Found him asleep in the grass. He was lucky no creepers had spawned.
Nearly everyone was bigger than me, I'm pretty small, so hauling this guys limp piglin ass all the way to my little safety shack was really hard.
Then Dream and George one after another. Badboy. Tommy... and finally Wilbur.
Wilbur was... a special case. He was a ghost. Just like his ghostbur skin had been. Fully awake, really freaking out. I was near collapsing from taking everyone else to my home, wasnt really much of a comfort, but I at least managed to convince him to come with me after the sun started to dip.
When we got back Wilbur helped me make beds. Couldn't have everyone sleeping propped up against the walls... Wilbur couldn't grab anything, but he could open and close chests. He also found out he could manafest things like his guitar, and a plushie orca. Things that made him a little less anxious. It was nice to hear music again.
I didnt get to talk to him long. We finished the beds, put everyone on one, then I immediatly konked the fuck out over the crafting table.
By the time I woke up, everyone was already awake and talking. The typical suspects. Why are we here, how, what happened, is this even real. You get the picture. I guess usually social anxiety, especially in the presence of people I admire so much, would've been a big stressor but after a month alone in this world I damn near started bawling at the thought of someone else even existing.
I told them all I know. We are stuck here, we have lives, dont fucking lose them it makes the game harder. The physics are just as janky as regular minecraft, mobs are much more articulated, armour actually has weight and at this point I wasnt aware of the little buffs everyone had to a particular skill.
Dream was incredibly good at exploiting the game's wonky system and parkouring, even of he couldnt nessesarily do it irl.
Techno was suddenly extremely knowledgeable about combat and could handle most weapons effectively. He was also a piglin-type guy which made him immune to fire.
George's coding skills translated directly into redstone knowledge, letting him build ridiculous machines with enough respources.
Tommy had incredible luck with loot and generally got good enchants.
And Bad was, thanks to his skin, some form of demonic entity and would be completely ignored by most hostile mobs.
Wilbur, as you know, was a ghost who could phase through anything and summon ghostly items.
We didn't find out everyone's special trait immediatly, of course. It happened over many days of trail and error trying to collect resources, build, and have fun.
Turns out my skill was useless by myself, hence why I never found it before they arrived. Anything I gave to another person was twice as effective. Healing items helped more, food would fill them on smaller portions, armour would get a free temporary enchant depending on what they needed.
I'd never liked playing minecraft alone.
I'm losing some of the dream, I shoukd wtite some bullet points down or this post will be miles long.
Tommy accidently befriended a wolf, he named it Wilbur to mess with Wilbur. We had two Wilburs.
Bad was constantly driven up the wall by peoples language but truly was using it as a coping mechanism early on because he was afraid of being stuck here forever. We made sure to swear occasionally so he'd get the oportunity to yell at us.
Techno lost his first life when a creeper blast threw him directly into Dream's sword.
Dream never got over it.
Wilbur started making more songs and even made a few targetted at the groups adventures.
Wilbur descovered if he goes into the floor he cant tell which was is up, this terrified him, he never went underground again.
George made automatic farms and eventually even non-minecraft typical things like a morning alarm clock, a compass that pointed to the nearest village, and invented new armour that was more lightweight but still protective.
Wilbur the wolf regularly barked at and mauled giant spiders before they got anywhere near the house, much to literally everyone's relief.
Bad learned how to read and write enchanting table symbols.
I taught Dream how to repair his clothes and in return he showed me how to build traps.
Techno learned he could talk hoglin, piglin, and villager.
Bad learned he could stare at endermen and mistakingly assumed everyone could so he told everyone else its ok to do so.
Tommy lost his first life to an enderman.
Wilbur worked with george for a whole week on special gloves that would let him touch stuff.
I took an arrow dangerously close to the lungs after Tomny's first respawn trying to bring him home.
Dream realised he couldn't take off his mask and wished he could see the world normally again, nobody knew what his vision was like.
Bad descovered a joy for cooking.
Bad also tamed a cat and named it Muffin.
Muffin the cat would ride Wilbur the wolf around.
Dream lost his first life to hunger after pushing himself for too long.
Techno took a wrong step in the neather and lost his second life to a seriously long fall.
I never knew what I looked like...
Tommy lost his second life being overrun by zombies without a weapon. We made a rule to never leave the house alone after this many deaths.
Bad descovered pretty late that milk is poisonous to him and thus cakes will kill him. He lost a life to cake. He was devastated.
Tommy built a cute campfire. He and Wilbur would mess around singing at it. Wolf Wilbur thoroughly enjoyed this.
I would stay up most of the night watching everyone sleep because I worried the house could get invaded or surrounded. They found out after Phantoms started spawning and made a rule that at least one of then would stay awake at night to make me feel better.
George built Dream an obstacle course with lots of moving parts and such. He ran it every morning.
I learned how to play guitar from Wilbur at the campfire.
Torches never burnt out after they arrived. No idea why.
That's all I can remember...
It was a hard dream, I was sad and angry sometimes... but the happy moments made it worth it.
I hope I return to that dream someday.
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AAhh I really like 45 it pushed the story along while also being just hilarious and touching and it was just so good!! 46 was just pokemon battles...
OBEY ME! LESSON 45 DETAILED SUMMARY
At breakfast the most of the brothers crowd around MC and ask them how different appliances work, Asmo apologizes for them and then immediately asks MC something as well and well Belphie calls him out on it he says he hasn't been in the human world for a really long time and things have changed. Beel says that the human world progresses so fast that it makes him dizzy and Asmo says maybe it feels like that since the devildom doesn't progress. Lucifer tells MC to get ready to leave once they're done eating (still on the white couches is2g this pisses me off so much) and when MC asks him wtf he says oh yeah forgot you nearly died while Solomon told you about getting a sorcerer's license. MC's got a meeting with Solomon and Beel & Lucifer were asked to come along. Mammon & Asmo protest cause they can't tag along. Â Belphie says that Beel and Lucifer were probably chosen cause they'll at least appear as mature functioning adults.
They meet up with Solomon in front of the Sorcerer's Society HQ, which according to Solomon is filled with "Pompous Uptight Bureaucrats". It provides assistance to sorcerer's living in the human world and provides them with first a provisional license and then a full license that'll allow them to practice magic as they pls more or less. Lucifer's like; that's great and all but why the fuck are we here. And Solomon tells him that he'll understand when they get inside. Lucifer says that sounds exactly like something someone who was seconds away from causing problems would say and he tells MC to brace themself.
The backgrounds for both these lessons are really good! Right so when they walk in sorcerers start ooing and awing over Beel and Lucifer - they've never seen them irl before, one even wants their autographs. Apparently Solomon's apprentice taming the 7 rulers was believed to be an urban legend?????????? I dunno imagine going from being a normal human to becoming an urban legend amongst sorcerers? Lucifer thinks Solomon brought them along just to boost MC's reputation (ohhh the poor man). Solomon reveals that he isn't on good terms with the society (is it even a surprise?) and being his apprentice would just make things harder for MC and that he established the society with his previous apprentice long ago but they had a falling out and now that apprentice runs the society (is it sad that there's a huge possibility that the falling out could be food related?). Solomon says he brought the brothers as bodyguards for his cute apprentice/charming apprentice/favourite pupil (If he keeps talking like that whoever runs this place is gonna deck MC) since back in the Celestial Realm the two of the were known as "the two greatest champions and protectors of the CR". Beel gets pissed off cause he thinks this means Solomon is putting MC in danger and Solomon says 'lol that's definitely not who I'm putting in danger' and when Lucifer picks up on that and questions Solomon on it he goes 'man look at the time we really gotta go get MC registered WOW'. The dude at the reception uses his staff to etch a magic seal that's the society's crest on to the back of MC's hand (I really feel like you should tell someone beforehand that you're gonna give them what is basically a tattoo? Also cant wait for that butcher to see this and the rest of MC's harem and come to the conclusion that they're in a cult) which consists of  3 staves and 7 stars signifying the 3 Magis who are believed to have invented magical arts and the 7 virtues (is it bad that before i even started om i knew what the 7 sins were but only had a vague knowledge about the 7 virtues? I wouldn't have been able to name them all without this lesson :/ anyway they're humility, generosity, gratitude, patience, chastity, temperance and diligence. Something i really like is that the brothers have all displayed the virtues that directly oppose their sins on a semi regular to regular basis).  To get their license apprentuces must earn the seven stars via passing 7 trials with the first of the trials being set and judged by their master. (ok so I assumed each test would focus on a brother and MC'd earn the star that opposes each brother's sin and would pass the test by learning and displaying the virtue of that star. But that isn't what happened here? If anything the test was there to teach Lucifer humility? Is that how it will go? will each test somehow focus on MC helping the brothers learn and display their opposing virtue even though all of them have already displayed this virtue to some extent?  I mean I guess the main point of the tests were to show that MC could control the brothers so that makes sense? but even though this test did focus on making Lucifer let go of his pride, the test was about MC learning to control Beel's power and these two lessons are very much focused on Beel so was the star they earned actually temperance? Even though the test didn't have anything to do with that virtue? Ahh i have so many questions about how the stars are earned and neither lesson really clarify it and if anyone wants to come debate about this???)
ANYway Solomon uses a spell to bind Lucifer in place, which pisses Beel off, tho when MC stays calm and just observes what happens Solomon is pleased assessing a situation before taking action is important (Ive had this HC for a while now but solomon is definitely the kinda teacher who throws you into the deep end with just a cryptic warning and watches with a smile as you try to figure out how to not die, if you do something particularly amusing while struggling he'll give you another cryptic hint, occasionally he'll yell out praise with that smile of his even if it looks like you're actively drowning and dying and failing). They start to get an audience while Lucifer threatens Solomon and shifts into his demon form and goes also im still fucking pissed off about that lunch so/ Beel also shifts and threatens Solomon, tho lucifer tells him to stand down cause he wants to murder solomon on his own and that a mere binding spell won't hold him down, Solomon's like Jeez chill it's for MC's exam you fucknugget and Lucifer's like oh shit yeah but you know i'll actually kill you for this later and Solomon's like yeah that's cool and also imma use my powers to make you into the size of a barbie doll and lucifer's like what- Â MC then proceeds to lose their shit over a tiny blushing Lucifer. MC's test is to keep lucifer safe for 24 hours which would be fine if they you know didn't live with the other 5. Â which is actually what lucifer says when Beel says it'll be easy if they just stay at home cause home according to lucifer also contains his '5 greatest enemies'. MC's job is to protect Lucifer from them without using any commands on anyone other than beel, and the goal is for them to be able to fully command beel like they did with Asmo in S1 against Henry 1.0. Beel is not allowed to act on his own to protect lucifer and can only act on MC's commands. Â Beel agrees, Lucifer swears and Solomon asks MC about their confidence levels. MC can promise one of the three of them that they won't mess up. Â Solomon says he'll stay in the house with them so that he can judge and Lucifer's more or less like; you're having fun aren't you and solomon says Duh.
So they end up at the cafĂ© where predictably Luke & Simeon end up screaming and laughing at a blushing pissed off mini Luci, Simeon tells him they physically cannot laugh cause of course big scary Lucifer is now in Simeonâs words âTeeny-Tinyâ & how heâs so cute he wants to keep him in a jar as a pet (God I love this lesson).  He says Michael would love to see this and when Lucifer yells at him he completely ignores him to poke his cheek (V Relatable). Luke also wants to join in on the fun but Lucifer is a little bitch to him and as retaliation for scaring their son MC pokes luci on the cheek too. Beel laments about wanting to poke luci on the cheek too and when Solomon tells the others to stop teasing lucifer, luci goes, EXCUSE ME WHOSE FUCKING FAULT IS THIS IN THE FIRST PLACE. Beel notes that luci now smells human. When luke asks about the smelling thing beel says that all 3 species? races? Smell different. Simeon marvels at how much humiliation PrideTM is willing to take cause heâs simping for MC. Luci tells them to shut tf up cause unless they come up with a plan to deal with his hell children theyâre probably going to kill him the second he steps foot inside the house. Beel tells MC to use his powers. Luci says they should be able to draw out Beelâs powers like they did Asmoâs in S1. Solomon says since he gave them a power up in S1 simply saying the incantation wonât work this time around and they must first fully understand Beel and his nature to be able to do that. MC has a flashback to the Butcher and his relationship advice and then asks Beel what he thinks they should do to be able to better understand him (while I do think ideally this is the right choice, in context with the other two choices, to me, this is the ONLY choice cause the other two come off as slightly yandere on mcâs part). Beel chooses spending time together via sleepover. But obviously Luci will have to come along and Solomon invites himself along too cause heâs still the judge.  Simeonâs sad about not being able to join in and luke is TOTALLY NOT JEALOUS OKAY!?!?
Outside the house Luci, Beel and MC all make pledges like theyâre invading enemy territory; Lucifer: Swear you wonât let your guard down. Beel: Swear to protect Lucifer with your life. MC, 100% seriously: I Swear. Solomon: Are yall fucking serious??? These are your fucking brothers???? You practically raised them??? Lucifer: Have you ever actually met my brothers???? Beel: You legit think they wonât give up their lives just to fuck with lucifer for a day? When Solomon asks what lucifer ever did to make them hate him so much he says he doesnât know. And look while âlocking me up in the fucking attic for a whole yearâ, ânot acknowledging that youâre actually my father and taking some fucking responsibilityâ and âblaming every minor inconvenience in your life on my very existenceâ are all very valid reasons none of them actually hate him right, cause I mean using every chance you get to fuck with your siblings is just part of being a sibling?  Which is what Beel and MC both tell Lucifer. Lucifer doesnât believe them and actually seems sad about it. Solomon said âwhile I do find the complicated interpersonal dynamics of your family fascinatingâ my ass is freezing out here. âŠDo you think theyâre like solomonâs favourite show??? I mean Solomonâs old as shit and probably doesnât remember what itâs like to have a family, and before MC, Simeon and the student exchange he didnât really have anybody so do you think he just watches the brothers + MC like âdamn, this shit is wildâ????????????????? The instant they enter the house, someone casts a spell and theyâre pulled into a portal. The fuck did you say about everyone loving Lucifer, says Solomon while making direct eye contact with Beel. They fall through endless darkness and MC tells them to chill cause it only feels like theyâre falling. They end up in a weird ballroom/royal courtroom kinda place, which Solomon marvels. Beel & MC recognize the place as a location from one of leviâs games and meet Levi in his TSL clothes who welcomes MC as the âheroâ.
Beel, Luci & Sol kinda just wordlessly stare at levi with tired expressions and MC being the bro they are plays along with levi by asking if he is who they think he is. He introduces himself as The Lord of Shadows, the ruler of all 7 lands. Lucifer: WTF. Beel says they donât have time for games and Levi gets upset that theyâre making him look pathetic. Levi gives MC their mission â to save the world by defeating the demon lord satan. Lucifer tells Solomon to get the fuck out of there. Solomon says he canât considering he has no idea where the fuck they are in the first place. Beel politely asks âhis majestyâ the way to pantry and Levi yells at them to take it seriously. Beel says well ok and explains the whole test thing to levi as a way to explain why they canât play. Levi says satan already knows this. After that thereâs a flash and black smoke starts curling up around the room and satan turns up in his demon form. And LOOK I hate satanâs demon form outfit but it actually looks really good in this context??? The feather boa and ribbon bow thing really works with the curling black smoke, evil demon lord look. It probably helps that you canât see his bottom half. Anyway Satan turns out to just be a magical projection and he says, well youâll have to come to me cause I kidnapped your boyfriend, while Diavolo calls out to Lucifer and MC from off screen. Diavolo had run away from the devildom to surprise the brothers. While Lucifer scolds Diavolo and while Diavolo apologizes, Satan tells they must all come to him along with the âobnoxious talking dollâ. Lucifer: the fuck did you just say. Ok this part is really cute; Satan: âIâll be seeing you MC.â Diavolo, still off screen: Canât wait to see you MC! Luicfer has a migraine. When Beel tries to say they should head off, Levi tells them they forgot something in RPGs. MC, still dutifully in character, asks the lord of shadows to give them aid. Levi gives them 100 grimm and just anekfnsndfjn the fuck can they do with just 100 grimm. Which is what both Beel and Luci say. Solomon says, well maybe theyâre just fucking poor around here so everything here is cheap. Levi gives them a talisman to protect themselves with, Lucifer says cool, but once this is over Iâm gonna beat your ass :) Levi says he just bought a new game that lets you create your own story and he just wanted to play it with them :(
So they end up in a cute lilâ game village & beel wants to go to a tavern but lucifer says they need to buy equipment first. If MC asks a NPC they just repeat the same line about how great life is under leviâs rule over and over again, if they search in the grass they find some medicinal herbs but beel immediately eats them, if they break a barrel Solomon starts breaking open barrels too and they get yelled at by lucifer. They end up in No. 2âs armoury. Luciferâs fed up with life. Solomon says the gear looks like shit and Beel says it makes sense since this is only the first town. When Beel tries to ask 2 for food he repeats his introductory dialogue over and over again. With the money they have theyâre able to buy gear for Solomon and MC and the only thing that fits Lucifer is the fairy outfit,,,, Iâm NOT fucking wearing that says lucifer off screen and God I love this lesson. Solomon and MC are both little shits and can you just imagine them trying to convince lucifer to wear it just to test it out? Fucking amazing. MC tries to haggle/talk with 2 so they could get armour for beel but he says buddy Iâm running a business here BUT thereâs a monster in the casino that cheats ppl of their moneâ Lucifer & Beel simultaneously: Oh, Mammon. So basically, if they can get 2âs money back heâll offer them a huge discount on the lord of flies armour. Â They decide to find an inn for the night before they face Mammon.
Lucifer finds it hard to eat food. Solomon: Cause youâre tiny ^.^  Beel: Wonder whose fault that is :I  MC can either offer to cut it for him (He thanks MC and tells them to feed him too. Entitled Fuck. Solomon & Beel also want to be fed but Lucifer tells them to fuck off) or tell him to just open wide and take a bite (Lucifer says if he gets too close to the food Beel would probably accidentally eat him). Beel says the food is a lot like devildom food and MC asks him if he likes devildom food or human food, Beel says all food is good. Since they donât have much money MC & beel and Solomon & Lucifer end up sharing beds with Lucifer telling Solomon to use a spell to keep himself still during the night to avoid accidentally killing lucifer in his sleep. There isnât a spell for that. At night, Beel asks lucifer if he thinks Satan still hates him and gets ââŠâ in response. Assuming Lucifer is asleep he asks MC what they think. MC says they think Satan just canât admit that he likes Lucifer. Beel says if thatâs what they think then itâs okay cause he just wants Satan to love lucifer like the rest of them do. MC asks Beel if heâs worried about lucifer (Beel says Lucifer wouldnât want him to worry but⊠and that he wants to be there when lucifer needs help) or says that Beel really loves Lucifer (Beel happily agrees that he does). Beel then tells MC about how he and Lucifer first met: So back when Beel was an angel, according to him the only thing good about him was that he was strong so he decided to become a soldier except he couldnât control his strength and always ended up breaking things which led to Raphael always saying something sarcastic to him. The whole thing was depressing for him until one day lucifer came over, sat beside him and talked with him. Lucifer was always really busy and spent most of his days deep inside the palace (places where Beel has never even been to before). He told beel that a soldier was not about attacking but instead about protecting, that protecting was what was most important. Heâd told beel that he was special cause he had the power to protect everyone and keep them safe (this shit is the sweetest and it has me sobbing but also that must have hit like a bullet when Lilith diedâŠ). Lucifer had told Beel if he learnt to control his powers then Lucifer would recommend him as a Cherubim, gatekeeper. Lucifer had given Beel confidence and his post as a gatekeeper. Which is why Beel wants to protect him, cause he loves and respects Lucifer. He says all his brothers love Lucifer cause if they didnât they never would have considered leaving the celestial realm. He says that even though Satanâs situation is different he isnât the same as he was before MC came around and that Beel likes the new satan better. And that he actually likes all his brothers more since MC came around, which is why he likes MC so much too. MC gets to either kiss, hug or thank him. Beel says his powers are there so that he can protect both Lucifer and MC. And FUCK I love this backstory so much????? And I desperately need all the other backstories?
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reading drown made me remember how much music personally means to me. i used to have a hard time sleeping back in 6th grade to the point that it badly affected my studies bc for some reason im wide awake at night, felt tired but still fully awake which made me unable to focus in school. so of course i researched what i can do since i didnt want to tell my parents (nasa google kaya lahat đ) long story short, try listening to music daw đ so i did bUT since listening to music wasnt really my hobby, i didnt know what type i should start off and at that time, kpop just recently became big LMAO it was like around 2017 i think. so i liSTENED TO EXO since it was the group that i have been hearing around school AHAHAHAHA the song was baby, dont cry btw. it worked surprisingly, music does calm one's nerves. i didnt understand the lyrics ofc but just by the melody, it made everything around me peaceful. whenever i feel anxious, sad, or stressed, music is the way to go :"> SO EON STORY KO PANO AKO NAGING KPOP FAN đđđ parinig aq ng iyo po đ
pero ofc there were times when it was pointless. there were times na listening to music just made everything worse, it would just be another noise that would frustrate me more. kAYA ANG NEED DITO IS ANO TALAGA U KNOW OO ung pwede mong sandalan hahahaha kaso wala ako non :"> so while reading napapa "sige chan ahhaha sana ol sige sana ol may y/n ng buhay nila hahaha" pero real talk, it would be nice to have someone you can share all your worries with without feeling guilty of wasting their time kaya stray kids hopefully you wont be afraid to love someone freely đ
uy pati nakakaqiqil si jae dito >:( pero no, bias ko pa den siya sa day6 <3 and the scene where chan was guiding reader along while she was riding his skateboard is so cute huhu ,,, lia is the mc in checkmate, correct?
para akong ewan kc you posted this 11 pm right? i always like reading/watching while lying down sO humiga ako kaso pagkahiga ko, inaantok ako agad :"> enjoying something while youre at your most comfortable position feels so âšheavenlyâš but it makes me too comfy that it drowns me in sleepiness. like i need to sleep muna bago ako maka focus 100% sa ginagawa ko lmao eh since end of the day eon, pagod aq :"< SMALL RANT LNGS KC BIGLA KO NAPANSIN KAGABI HAHAHAHAHA actually pati this afternoon, manonood sana ako hometown chachacha kaso pagkabagsak ko, tulog. kaya tinuloy ko na lang after an hour of sleep huhu
speaking of hometown, im on ep 10 and its the first ep where seungmin's ost was showcased ! im really excited marinig siya later pag finish ko nung ep na eon. BY THIS TIME EP 12 KA NA NOH?? HOPEFULLY EHE EHE and yes justice para sa mga nababastos >:( daming cases here in our school last f2f tbh. ewan like kadalasan, based on my experience, sinisisi nila sa pananamit ng mga babae đïžđđïž i watched a video/show wherein a boy got caught sexualizing ung kaklase niyang girl tas he defended himself by saying na ang ikli ng skirt ni ate girl but thats literally their uniform , scary honestly
pati ify sa ipis, idk why but im more scared sa ipis than mga daga kc naman ang ipis parang gagamba, bigla biglaan na lang mawawala :"> AH SO UN NGA DI AKO NAKAPUYAT AHHAHAHAHAHAHAH PERO WANT KO NA ULE đ anong oras ka natulog?
i just realized then, almost all my feedbacks (?) rants abt your works, may included back story ko HAHAHAH like sa obliviate, harry potter kemene. sa on the ride home, yung untog series q. tas dito sa drown -> ^^^ syempre sa checkmate di ako relate kc di pa naman aq pumapanaw Y^Y
btw how was your day? pag gising ko sa umaga dumeretso aq proj, sipag i2. advance happy eating for dinner !
HAPPY CHANNN DAYYY ,, ayos na daw kurtina nila di ko pa nakikita pero inayos daw ni chan đđ
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glad i came home to a whole ass diary entry today omg owo
6TH GRADE HELP ISNT THAT LIKE TOO YOUNG TO HAVE AMNESIA ;n; hala baka magfalse diagnosis ka sa gogol ha, tell your parents next time kung may ano. oh yeah, mas better talaga kung di mo naiintindihan yung lyrics? bc you don't have to think of the lyrics too. music stopped working as a lullaby for me when quarantine started so i resorted to yt vids. but i still go for music whenever my self-esteem is low. noise music really boosts it *u* exo-l ka pa ba now? or you didn't stan? sinu-sino nga pala stinastan mo omg?
dude my story started in g2 when i heard fire by 2ne1 on the MIT top 20 of myx. i was quite a casual kpop fan up until late g10 when i started memorizing members (which i didn't do bc i was really just in it for the music not the groups).
HAJSHJAH truly tho it's nice to have someone around :'( namimiss ko na rin yung time na may 'y/n' ako but it's been so long that i'm fine on my own na HAJHAJ JAE IS MY BIAS TOO BUT ANTAGONIZING HIM WAS FUN. t'was bc of this vid (around the 28:18 to 29:20 mark; literally the inspo for the whole fic). yep, lia's checkmate's mc! the part abt guiding sa skateboard happened to me irl HIHIH #kilig #reminiscing kakamiss f2f
yeah at 11pm. i think i posted it too late bc it's not doing too well notes wise but whatever, it's chan day. HAHAH glad you slept easily though! MY BIGGEST SANA ALL. i slept at 3 na kanina bc i was either too hot or too cold.
how long is the kdrama? also i'm really proud of seungmin for scoring that ost :'( go get it, vocal king. NAUR I DIDNT GET TO FINISH THE ANIME BC I WENT AND WATCHED BSD KDJSKLJ i'll try and finish it tonight (bc i was out the whole day + i might be writing later) i fucking hate men. icb i'm at the point where i'm torn abt having a bf bc i kinda want a man but they're disgusting as hell???? it's hard to find the good ones nowadays.
mga ipis kasi feeling butterfly jsdhjfh at least yung daga aware ka kung asan ;n; IM SCARED OF SPIDERS TOO JDSKFJ wag ka magpuyat l8r kasi monday pero eh depends pa rin sau
oo nga pansin ko din yung back stories but they're interesting to read naman so i don't mind !! SANA DI KA TALAGA MAKARELATE SA CHECKMATE JUSQ do not claim the negative energy from that fic
we went to my mom's office earlier bc she wasn't feeling great and she couldn't come home yet kasi nakabubble siya doon. we just go thome tapos yown diretso answer sa ask HAHAH magtstsaa palang aq mamaya pa ata dinner namin mga 7 pero yeah advance happy eating din sayo!
AND YES HAPPY CHAN DAY <333 lol narealize ko lang both my ults had sunday birthdays this year o.O and OO HAJSHJAH i watched the chan's vlog last night (partly the reason why napuyat ako) and inayos niya yung curtain sa bandang huli <//3 can't tease them anymore HMP
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