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killing me softly | 13

K M S M A S T E R L I S T | <- P R E V I O U S | N E X T ->

✿ G E N R E ✿ she fell first, he fell harder | slice of life | drama

✿ P A I R I N G ✿ s1!rafe cameron x overthinking!reader (f)

✿ C O N T E N T W A R N I N G ✿ swearing, suggestive language, reader smokes weed and drinks alcohol, reader being silly and bold (yas girl), rafe does and sells coke, verbal tension, kinda angsty but also fluff, a little reader x random guy, rafe showing mixed signals/jealousy/possessiveness/DENIAL/heavy mood swings (but of course he doesn't name it as such), mentions of vomiting (non-graphic), also subtle implication of rafe having sexual thoughts about reader (just hints + non-graphic)

✿ S U M M A R Y O F L A S T P A R T ✿ thursday afternoon, cara helped you pick out an outfit for the party and she even managed to get you excited for the night. on friday, after econ class, you and rafe had a little run-in with ruthie and her bsf gracie (his ex-fwb/whatever), where you managed to politely get ruthie to shut her mouth. later, rafe got pissed when he found out topper had texted you and offered to give you a ride to the party. topper claimed he was just mad bc of the ruthie situation and he'd talk to him later. surprisingly, rafe texted you after school saying he would pick you up instead, claiming topper decided on taking ruthie and her friends. but the truth was (revealed in the extra scene UNKNOWN to reader) rafe got so mad with topper that he'd basically told topper to go fuck himself, leaving topper to drive ruthie's gang. rafe decides to drive you himself bc you're the only one he actually tolerates rn and also bc he doesn't wanna hear you whine about not having gotten a ride.

✿ W O R D C O U N T ✿ 8k+ (sorry)

✿ A / N ✿ guys, this was one of the hardest things to write and i'm the most stupid person alive for not having made a plot outline of KMS beforehand (i didn't even think i'd get past the second chapter ngl). i tried to include different kind of scenes and moods for the party setting without making it seem like pressuring reader and rafe into a dynamic that'd feels off or rushed but still i feel like i kinda made it flop. please please please lmk what you think and i hope you enjoy reading it anyway <3

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W E E K O N E // F R I D A Y

Deep breath, brain off. I got this.

DON’T FORGET TO EXHALE.

“Hey,” you said with a hesitant smile as you opened the passenger door of the black Mercedes. And oh boy, you felt just as awkward as you had on Monday, the first time you two had actually talked.

Because this? This was a whole different level. A whole fucking different league. Because holy shit—this wasn’t school-related. You weren’t being forced to meet for a project or anything.

No, this was completely casual.

Even if Rafe’s invite to Kelce’s party was supposed to get you out of your shell and (quote) “fuck your brain out” (which—absolutely not happening tonight, wtf), he was still here voluntarily.

It had been his decision to invite you. His decision to come pick you up. And honestly? All the other stuff—the project meetups the past few days—were all initiated by him too (which, thinking about it now, made you a pretty shitty project partner, oops).

And that was what made this whole situation feel so intimate. It created this weirdly charged atmosphere that clearly only you seemed to notice (of course the ungodly hour didn’t help, nor did the fact that he was picking you up FROM YOUR HOUSE and now you were alone together in his car hahaha(very funny, yeah)).

Rafe turned down the music (some Kendrick Lamar track) and looked you over with a crooked smile (we’re talking full-on checking you out). “Damn, you really dressed up.”

DHGHCNGXFUDNJFKNGIKCDFJS.

A COMPLIMENT, RIGHT???

You smiled shyly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. Still, you raised a brow and met his blue eyes with a playful glimmer. “I guess I look like shit the other days then.”

Rafe scoffed, amused. “Shit, jusy say ‘thank you’ and shut your ass.”

IT WAS A COMPLIMENT.

Okay but—NOPE GIRL, NOT TONIGHT.

“Thanks,” you said, the butterflies in your stomach going absolutely feral. And then, feeling bad for not having something to say about his looks, you added: “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

OKAY SLOW IT DOWN, BRAIN OFF DOESN’T MEAN ZERO FILTERS. STAY COOL!!!!

But still, it was true. Rafe looked fucking good. The fresh aftershave lingering in the air? HOLY SHIT. But even that couldn’t top the look itself.

He was wearing a loose white button-up—partially unbuttoned (MHM)—with subtle vertical stripes, a silver chain resting against his collarbones, and whatever was under the shirt, your eyes didn’t even dare look at, afraid he’d catch you staring. And his hair wasn’t slicked back today—he had it styled into curtain bangs AND OVMFKNJDNVKFDHLSK.

Rafe raised his brows, smiling. “Yeah?”

OH UM OKAY??? NO DUMB COMMENT OR SOME SHIT???

You gave a surprised smile, awkward as hell, and your eyes flicked to his hair. “Yeah, I mean… your hair's different, right? Suits you better than the other one.”

You had to literally bite your tongue to stop yourself from backtracking, from explaining that the other hairstyle wasn’t bad per se, but this one just looked better without sounding like—

“Shit, is that a compliment or a polite insult?” Rafe shot back with a smug teasing grin, starting the engine.

Cool cool I’ll just get out of the car and crawl back into bed now, thanks.

You fiddled with the strap of your bag in your lap and gave a nervous smile. “A positive observation.”

“A—Jesus Christ, your game is ass,” Rafe said with a chuckle as he pulled out of your driveway.

You bit the inside of your cheek, hesitating. Then (fuck it): “Who says I’m playing?”

Rafe shot you a quick look, his smile widening, something weird glimmering in his eyes, before he turned his attention back to the road.

Okay, sir????

“What?” you asked, genuinely confused.

“Nothing.” Rafe shrugged, the smirk still on his face. “You ever even made out with a guy before?”

WHAT.

You furrowed your brows, painfully aware of the heat in your cheeks, and turned your gaze to the lights flashing by outside the window. “Can we not.”

“So that’s a no.”

NO I HAVEN’T YOU ASSHOLE.

“Why does that even matter?” you asked frowning.

But of course Rafe didn’t notice—or maybe he did, and he enjoyed it. In the reflection of the window, you could see his smug-ass smile.

“Well, maybe you should deal with that first before you try to go all in tonight,” he said, eyes still on the road.

And because you were REALLY not in the mood to listen to this kind of shit all night, you looked at him, clearly annoyed. “Okay, seriously, why are you so obsessed with my sex life or whether I get laid?”

WHEW GIRL OKAY.

Even Rafe gave you a quick, surprised glance, then let out this dumb little chuckle like what you said was so ridiculous. “Shit, that’s why you’re coming to the party tonight. So your crazy-ass brain can finally shut off.”

An uneasy feeling creeped up your chest—thoughts bubbling up, the sudden worry that maybe this whole thing was a joke to him. That you were just something to keep him busy tonight, some kind of project. But you pushed it down.

Actually, NO—you weren’t gonna let that sit. If he was really just here out of boredom, treating you like some throwaway experiment, then bye. He could take you right back home.

Because crush or not, you weren’t about to let him treat you like some kind of piñata.

“Okay, for real, this is getting on my nerves,” you said, and the sharpness in your voice? Yeah, he better hear it. “I know I have a problem with overthinking, okay? I know that. But getting drunk and letting some random guy rail me at a party?” You let out a dry laugh. “If you really think sex fixes everything, then you’ve got a way bigger problem than I do.”

You half-expected him to pull over and kick you out of the car (tbh, with Rafe you never knew), but instead he just scoffed, still looking at the road ahead. “See? That’s pent-up tension. A simple fling or a makeout would fix that.”

“Well, I guess, you can turn around then.”

Rafe laughed. “What?”

“You clearly invited me so some guy could get in my pants,” you said, shaking your head. Your voice was sharp, not exactly angry—more like fed up. “But that’s not gonna happen. So I might as well just stay home.”

Rafe glanced over at you, actual confusion on his face. “You actually going crazy right now?”

“No, you’re crazy for inviting me and acting like I’m—I don’t know, just some fucking project for tonight.” Your heart pounded hard in your chest, all the pressure you’d been holding in since this afternoon choosing now to break out. “Like, is that the plan? Throw me at one of your friends like I’m some kind of …sex doll?”

That thought had been hiding somewhere deep in your subconscious, and the fear that it might actually be true cracked through in the shakiness of your voice.

And now that it was out in the open—spoken, thought, real—your chest tightened, and whatever excitement you’d had about this night started twisting into—

“Holy shit, what?” Rafe looked over at you, visibly thrown off. “That’s actually insane.”

“Is it? Because that’s exactly what it feels like.”

Rafe didn’t say anything for a second. Just stared ahead with his jaw clenched. His brows twitched, then froze—his face unreadable, some emotion you couldn’t place.

Your heart was racing, nerves buzzing. You half expected him to turn the car around, drop you back off, maybe confirm your fear with some offhand joke.

But instead, his voice came quiet, serious: “Did Kelce or Topper put that shit in your head?”

You blinked. “What, no.”

“Then why the fuck would you think that?”

“I just told you.”

Silence. Just Travis Scott playing low in the background. Oh—and your fucking heart, hammering in your ears.

“If this is some pick-me girl attempt to—”

“No, what? Why would you even—okay, you know what, forget it,” you cut him off bitterly. “Clearly it’s impossible to have a normal conversation—”

“Jesus Christ, what would I even gain out of throwing you at some desperate fucker at a party, huh?” He motioned to himself with one hand, a pissed-off smile on his face. “As if I’m out here playing wingman for some asshole.”

Your knuckles hurt from how tightly you were gripping your bag. “Then I don’t get why you keep bringing it up.”

Rafe dragged a hand down his face, subtly shaking his head. “A joke, okay? It's just a fucking stupid joke, holy shit.” His voice was tight, barely holding back the tension, but there was a rough softness in it too. Like he was trying not to escalate. “Seriously, why do you spiral so hard over everything?”

“Because that’s what I do, okay?” You turned your body toward him, tapping your fingers against your temples like an actual maniac. “I overthink and spiral and if you keep repeating the same shit every fucking day, it doesn’t help—it just makes it worse, whether it’s a fucking joke or not.”

Rafe pulled the car over and cut the engine. For a second, you really thought he was gonna kick you out—but then you realized you were already parked in Kelce’s driveway.

Now he turned toward you, one arm resting on the steering wheel, brows furrowed deep. He pointed toward the house. “We’re gonna walk in there, Kelce’s gonna roll you a joint, and you’re gonna take the fattest fucking hit of your life. Then you’re gonna throw your goddamn brain in the trash and chill the fuck out.”

You blinked. Had he even listened to what you just—

He snapped his fingers in front of your face. “Fucking stop that. Seriously, I can hear the crazy-ass voices in your head.” He motioned to himself with a tense laugh. “Shit's making me nervous.”

And that—that utterly ridiculous idea that Rafe fucking Cameron felt nervous, and because of you—that made you let out a shocked, almost disbelieving laugh.

“You know,” you said, voice softer now with a hint of amusement, “telling me I’m crazy doesn’t actually help either.”

“Oh, fuck that,” Rafe muttered, no real bite in his tone, as he unbuckled his seatbelt. “Get your ass out of the car before Kelce starts getting ideas. And neither of us wants to deal with that shit right now.”

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"Poor Top, now he has to deal with Ruthie’s bullshit," Kelce said as he leaned back on the couch, grinding the weed.

The three of you had settled on the back porch. No sign of guests yet (technically the party didn’t start till ten), but everything was already set up.

In the kitchen, there were all kinds of snacks in glass bowls, paper towels, and red cups everywhere, lit up like a club thanks to LED strips and fairy lights which also ran outside across the yard.

And of course, there was a whole damn bar—yes, Kelce’s family just casually had a legit bar in their backyard, with taps, shakers, and everything. It looked like a museum of alcohol. Four hookahs were set up in different corners, fully stocked with tobacco and coals, plus tables for beer pong and a pool filled with inflatable balls and flamingos.

And the wildest part of it all? The insane speaker system in the living room, hooked up through a network of cables so music played both inside and out.

Future was already blasting at a volume that felt like a preview of how loud shit was gonna get later. For now, though, it felt like the calm before the storm.

Which made the joint all the more welcome.

“More like his mom’s bullshit,” Rafe replied, taking a sip of his beer. “She won’t let him out of the office before ten.”

Kelce nodded and started rolling. “Oh yeah, right. That lady’s just straight up insane. Ruthie doesn’t even come close.”

“Shit, that bitch probably reminds him of his mom. That’s why he’s chasing after her in the first place,” Rafe said with a scoff.

Both of them chuckled at the same time, and for once, they actually seemed like friends—not like... bully and victim.

And honestly, you kinda felt like a third wheel.

“What about you? Cara showing up later or what?” Kelce asked, glancing over at you for a second before going back to rolling.

You were a little thrown by the question at first, then remembered—right, you’d talked about it in history class. With him and Topper, actually.

After Rafe had stormed off today, Topper had invited you to sit with them, and well, not wanting to be an asshole (especially since Topper had been so chill and polite), you’d joined them.

And it turned out, without Rafe around, both guys were actually decent company. Topper anyway, but even Kelce hadn’t seemed like such a loudmouth—just someone who liked to talk.

You nodded, smiling. “Yeah, she’s coming around twelve. If that’s cool.”

Kelce grinned. “Shii, of course. A hot girl’s always welcome.”

Even you had to smile at that because damn right, Cara was hot af.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Rafe shift in his seat and scratch at his chin. "Dude, you done yet?"

"Perfection takes time, okay?" Kelce said, then turned to you. "You wanna lick it or should I?"

UM... He hadn’t even said it in a teasing tone but still like—

You shook your head with a polite smile. “You do it. I’ll probably mess it up.”

NO WAY were you gonna go over there and lick a joint in front of both of them like ?? excuse me???

“Your tongue game can’t be that bad,” Kelce said, but he went ahead and sealed the joint anyway.

PLEASE, the party hadn’t even started yet. Jesus.

“You want me to beat his ass?” Rafe asked with a deadpan expression, and you had NO idea if he was joking or being serious.

Either way—THE BUTTERFLIES WENT FERAL FOR THAT BECAUSE OMG WHAT???

Not sure what to say, you just let out a nervous chuckle and were thankful when Kelce jumped in, holding the finished joint up like a trophy. “No need for violence. This bad boy’s ready to be smoked.”

After Kelce gave you a quick rundown on how to hit it best (you knew from Cara, but he looked so excited to explain you didn’t wanna interrupt), you took a deep inhale and let the smoke roll through your lungs and—fuck, it scratched the hell out of your throat.

You really tried to hold it in, but you were already leaning forward and having a mini coughing fit.

Ugh. Classic.

“Dude, here,” Kelce said, holding your beer out to you.

You smiled awkwardly, eyes watery, still half-coughing, and took the bottle from him. Then, out of pure secondhand embarrassment, you started laughing—only to choke a bit on the beer and end up patting your chest. “Sorry.”

Kelce grinned, taking the joint back from you with a shrug. “It’s cool. Ask Rafe. Dude coughs up a whole lung every damn time.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Rafe shot back, but even he had a little grin on his face, those blue eyes of his watching you with quiet amusement.

And you just smiled back, a soft giggle slipping out, your face finally relaxing. That whole insane argument in the car earlier? Not even worth thinking about anymore.

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“Quit giggling,” Rafe said, hiding a smirk while mixing himself a Jäger-Bull drink in the kitchen.

It was just after 10, and where the house had stood quiet earlier, now it was packed with dozens of guests. The music had kicked up a notch.

Most of them you recognized from school or around town (just from seeing them though). Basically all frat boys, gym bros, wannabe influencer girls/self-proclaimed kook princesses, or gossiping drama queens.

In short: people you couldn’t stand.

And while Kelce played the perfect host—probably spending the next thirty minutes loudly greeting people and taking shots with half of them—you and Rafe had ducked into the kitchen.

And yeah, HE had asked you to come with him. Or, well, kind of. Said something along the lines of “Shit, let’s dip until the first zombie wave passes.”

Obviously, you’d followed him, because (A) it was the obvious choice, (B) who the hell else were you supposed to hang with??? and (C) ... you were way too high to argue anyway.

Ever since your second hit, your whole body had been wrapped in this soft, warm glow, your thoughts nearly (!!!) silenced, and you couldn’t stop smiling and giggling. You were probably looking at him with total heart-eyes right now, but honestly? You felt too good to care.

“Sorry, I just—” you let out another amused chuckle, grabbing some snacks from one of the glass bowls while watching his hands. “That was kinda petty.”

Rafe scoffed and flicked open the Jägermeister bottle. “Nah. If he acts like a little bitch, he gets treated like one.”

Oh, right, context:

Topper had shown up earlier—or more accurately, waddled in behind Ruthie and her girl gang. And surprise, surprise, the second they got what they wanted (aka a ride), they vanished into the bathroom. Poor Topper got left behind, dapping up Kelce while Rafe had stayed on the porch couch, holding his beer in his lap, only giving Topper a slight nod.

You, at least, had had the decency to give him a smile and a small wave—not even feeling awkward about the obvious tension between him and Rafe, which you seemed to be the cause of, but whatever (that joint had absolutely softened your brain).

Meaning, that Rafe had probably just wanted to get away from Topper more than he actually wanted to hang with you, but WHO CARED.

You raised your brows at him, amused. “What even happened though? I can’t believe you’re this pissed just ‘cause he drove Ruthie.”

“Shit, of course. That’s a fucked up move,” Rafe said, now cracking open a Red Bull.

“I don’t buy that,” you replied, cheeks warming a little when he met your eyes. “I mean, I can't believe you'd back down for Ruthie.”

He raised a brow. “You’re being nosy as fuck right now.”

“I mean you were already acting weird at school when Topper mentioned he’d give me a ride,” you said, and um, yeah, WHY did you say that?

Rafe paused, tilting his head slightly, his whole expression switching to defense mode. “Shit, you think this is about you or something?”

You chuckled (girl, get it together) and squinted at him. “I’m just saying, it’s kinda funny how Topper suddenly ends up driving Ruthie even though he told me earlier I didn’t have to worry about a ride. And then you text me, offering to drive instead.”

Okay, maybe you were pushing it a little too far because Rafe looked at you with a frown. "Okay, what the fuck are you trying to say, huh?" he scoffed, disbelief in his voice, gesturing to his chest with an irritated smile. "You think I’m jealous or some shit?"

His reaction just made you giggle (girl next time, just take one hit). “I don’t know—”

“Okay, fuck no, jesus, what the fuck.” Rafe cut you off, shaking his head and squinting like you were giving him a headache. He gestured toward you now. “I picked you up so you wouldn’t end up bitching to me about how Topper ditched you for Ruthie, alright?” Then he motioned between the two of you. “You’re not seriously getting the wrong idea here or anything, right?”

Your smile faded, and then, panicking that your face might give something away, you just shook your head with a baffled little laugh. “What? No, oh my god, I just—I was just saying—”

“Yo, Rafe, there you are!”

Your mouth snapped shut as some guy from school walked into the kitchen, heading straight for Rafe and dapping him up.

Ugh, okay—not just some guy. That was Chris Reid. A walking jock stereotype.

Blonde hair, athletic build, tanned as hell, and captain of the football team. An asshole… and a full head taller than Rafe.

“Kelce said you'd be in here,” Chris said, and his stupid grin landed on you next, eyes scanning you in a way you did not appreciate. “This your girl?”

Heat crept up your neck, and when you caught Rafe’s dark look, you suddenly just wanted to leave. You felt completely unwelcome.

“You actually want something, or are you just here to creep on girls?” Rafe said with a crooked smile, not taking his eyes off Chris.

Reid’s grin only deepened. “Me? Come on, dude, I’d never hit on someone’s girl.” His eyes flicked back to you for a split second, almost like a provocation, before settling on Rafe again. “Nah, I heard you brought some yayo.”

...

Seriously?

You knew Rafe liked to mess around a little at parties, and okay… apparently during the last couple school days too, but dealing?

If you weren’t so high, it would probably hit you harder. But right now, you were just standing there awkwardly, a smile glued to your face because you had no clue what else to do.

Rafe’s eyebrows twitched, like his face couldn’t decide whether to go with annoyed or full on pissed off.

You honestly thought he might swing at Chris and Chris clearly thought the same because he just let out this cocky little chuckle. “Hey, I get it, if you wanna play the sweet little boyfriend role—”

“I’m not her fucking boyfriend,” Rafe finally snapped, his voice cutting through the room hard enough to startle you. He ran a hand down his face, clearly irritated. “You even got cash on you?”

Chris looked between the two of you, that gross little grin still on his face. “Of course.” Then he nodded toward the hallway. “You coming? Sounds like you could use some too.”

Rafe’s jaw tensed, and every part of you hoped he wouldn’t just leave you standing there. But he sighed, frowning, and motioned vaguely with his hand. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Waiting in the guest room then.” Chris gave you one last smirk before turning and disappearing down the hall—and something ugly and heavy settled in your chest.

It’s not like you expected Rafe to be your bestie tonight, and definitely not to act like you were his or anything—wtf, no, omg??? No. That would be peak delusion, holy shit.

No, you’d just kinda hoped… well, yeah, what had you hoped for?

Rafe didn’t owe you anything. He had every right to do what he wanted at this party, with whoever he wanted. He’d invited you as a guest, not as his date.

But still, this hollow feeling crept up and wrapped around your chest, sobering you faster than anything else could’ve.

“I assume you can handle yourself for ten minutes,” Rafe muttered, eyes dull like even he knew he’d just given in to some jock-asshole. There was this weird tone in his voice too, something tired and flat. “Unless you wanna come along and give it a try?”

Your cheeks already hurt from all the fake smiling but this one was worse, because now you weren’t smiling from comfort but because you had no idea what else to do.

You shook your head, chuckling awkwardly, trying to keep the disappointment out of your voice. “Oh, no thanks. I’m good here.”

No way in hell you’d do a line in this environment. Plus, being around Reid made your skin crawl. And if Rafe had actually wanted you there with him… well, girl, it doesn’t matter. Let the guy do his thing. Don’t get clingy.

Rafe seemed to hesitate, big blue eyes staring at you with his jaw clenching slightly, then he just nodded and muttered, “Aight,” before following Chris down the hallway.

Something deep inside your chest twisted painfully as you were left alone in the kitchen. Suddenly, this whole party felt like the dumbest decision you’d ever made.

Technically Rafe didn’t even do anything wrong. He didn't owe you any kind of loyalty. But still, the way he’d made very clear that he’d had no interest in you.

Yeah, that stung. Made you feel hurt. Stupid.

The fact that you'd actually—seriously—believed that Rafe might see you as anything even remotely—

“You okay?”

You looked up, startled, as Topper stepped into the kitchen holding a beer, a genuinely concerned look on his face.

Once again, that default smile found its way to your face—probably from relief at seeing someone friendly. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine. I just wanted to get a drink,” you lied, gesturing to the untouched cup Rafe had left behind.

Topper glanced at the bottles nearby and raised his eyebrows. “You drink Jägermeister?”

Um…

“Lemme guess. Rafe dipped,” Topper said, now frowning.

The fact that he acknowledged it out loud just made it even more embarrassing.

“Well, he went off with some guy to…” you started, not sure how to finish the sentence.

“Snort coke,” Topper finished for you, clearly annoyed.

You nodded silently.

“He’s such a fucking idiot, I swear to God,” he said, setting his own cup down on the counter with a sigh. “Sorry he’s being such an asshole.”

You raised your brows, not quite following. “It’s fine. I guess that’s just his version of having fun.”

“That’s his version of being stupid,” Topper shot back, brows pulling together. “First he blows up at me about the whole driving situation, then he ditches you? The guy doesn’t know what the hell he wants.”

OH, WHAT???

“Sorry, what?” you asked carefully, trying not to sound too curious.

Topper leaned against the counter, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Okay, what did he tell you—why I couldn’t drive you?”

Your eyebrows twitched, a sinking feeling already forming. “Well, he said you were picking up Ruthie and her girls, and that’s why he picked me up instead—so I wouldn’t get upset or whatever.”

“He made it sound like I decided that, didn’t he?”

... oh my god. OH MY GOD. DID THAT MEAN...?

“He didn’t say it explicitly, but—”

“What a fucking idiot. I can’t believe it,” Topper said, scoffing and shaking his head. “Ugh, and I’m the dumbass for letting his bullshit slide.” His gaze softened as it met yours. “Honestly, I’m sorry this turned into such a mess.”

You smiled—this time for real—a warm feeling blooming in your chest at the fact that he actually cared, though part of you was still confused why he seemed so riled up about all this.

“It’s all good, really. Just the fact you even offered me a ride in the first place means a lot.”

Topper nodded, then hesitated before saying, “Cara told me you weren’t sure about coming tonight. Or more like... didn’t feel great about going without her.”

God, at this point you didn’t even know who had texted what to whom anymore.

Also, you probably should’ve been a little annoyed that Cara had shared that with him but if you were being honest, you’d kind of figured that out the moment she’d asked Topper to give you a ride. And right now, you didn’t even care, because honestly? You were just glad not to be standing alone in some random corner.

So you nodded, a little embarrassed. “Well, yeah. I mean, I barely know anyone here.” You chuckled awkwardly. “And it just feels weird showing up to a party by yourself.”

But instead of laughing or making some dumb comment, Topper just furrowed his brows. “And that idiot still left you here?”

“What? Yeah—I mean, no,” you said, smiling nervously. “He’s free to do whatever he wants.”

Topper just looked at you for a second, his expression softening like he was trying to figure you out. Then he nodded, grabbing his drink again. "So are you", he said and tilted his head toward the door. “Me and a buddy are looking for two beer pong players. Was actually trying to find Kelce, but I think he’s stuck playing party host for a while. You down?”

You didn’t even think—just nodded with a smile, cheeks still warm from the aftereffects of the joint, and relieved to be included in something,. “Sure.”

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“Damn, nice shot!”

You high-fived Rob as he held his hand up after you landed the ball in one of the opposing team’s cups.

“Thanks,” you said with a sheepish smile.

Rob—who was actually named Robert Lewis—had come all the way from Wilmington for Kelce’s party, and even though he was technically Topper’s rival in bigger surf tournaments, the two of them still seemed to be really good friends. And we’re not talking about that performative, hyper-masculine/bro-chill/we-might-be-toxic kind of guy friendship either—like, they were actually genuine.

Topper had even told you Rob was the better surfer by far, but the guy didn’t flaunt it or tease him about it. It was kinda sweet.

And Rob was sweet to you too. He’d greeted you right away, offered you a handshake (like, okay, manners king??), introduced himself, and was excited to play on your team.

Long story short: he wasn’t some Kook from Figure 8, and it showed.

Topper was teamed up with Molly Crane. WHICH WAS A FUCKING CELEBRATION FOR YOU, BECAUSE OMGGG?? A FAMILIAR FACE??

You had even hugged her when you saw her because you were so happy to see someone you knew and actually got along with.

And all three of them were just... nice. Chill. No dumb comments, no weird mixed signals, no constant mood swings. You actually felt comfortable for once.

And because the joint was wearing off and you were starting to feel a little tired, you’d ended up taking a few sips of Rafe’s fresh Jäger-Bull drink he had left behind to get your energy back.

That crazy-ass combo did make your heart race a little faster, and yeah, it freaked you out a bit because like, hehehehe what the fuck??? Butttt you’d already had a beer and half your current drink plus like three cups from beer pong, and so far you were totally fine HIHIHIHIHII.

Maybe even too fine, because playing with Rob was... NDNXDXNDUSXNK, he looked good, OKAY? Like objectively handsome (okay, scratch that—he was exactly your type), and also sweet and respectful, BUT still kinda flirty???

BEST. OF. BOTH. WORLDS.

And it seemed like he was genuinely interested in you. He asked where you were from, how you knew Topper, what you did besides going to parties, and even asked what perfume you were wearing because “damn, it smells really good” (THAT BASTARD WAS SMOOTH).

So yeah. To sum it up: you were having a great time, felt extremely at ease, and that was a very dangerous combination—because the way Rob so obviously showed he liked you, yeah, that gave you a big confidence boost.

So while you were having the time of your life, you just kind of... tuned everything else out. The loud music and chatter, the crowd, the screaming girls getting pushed into the pool by drunk dudes.

You even tuned out your own thoughts, just let yourself enjoy the moment, completely forgetting all the anxiety you’d felt before this party.

Including Rafe.

Who had totally disappeared ever since he left with asshole Chris Reid to go do god-knows-what sketchy shit. Like, why should you care that he’d ditched you? That he basically traded your presence for a line of coke? Or that he had acted genuinely offended when Chris had assumed you were his girlfriend? Like OKAY I GET IT.

No really—you were fine. Everything was great—

“Hey, watch out.” Rob reached out and gently pulled you toward him, saving you from a soccer ball that would’ve smacked right into your hip (“sorry” came the shout from some drunk guy in the distance).

You looked up at Rob, startled by the close proximity, your cheeks heating up, the warmth of his hands still on your shoulders, his smile, and girl, DO NOT FALL FOR THIS RANDOM GUY RIGHT NOW.

But it was getting really hard not to, because in the following, you two were seriously a great team—and more importantly, he wasn’t sending you any confusing signals like some people.

“Nice game,” he said after sinking the final shot that won you the round.

You just chuckled, your whole body buzzing warm. “You landed most of the shots though.”

Rob smirked, eyes twinkling a little as he looked at you. “Sorry—if I’d been more focused, it would’ve been even more.”

BOIIIIII.

“Nice win,” Topper said as he walked over to your side with Molly. “Up for another round?”

Honestly, you really had to pee… and all that standing around was starting to get exhausting, especially now that the backyard had gotten way more crowded in the last half hour.

Molly seemed to feel the same. “Maybe later, I need a quick breather first.”

A few seconds later, you both found yourselves giggling in the downstairs bathroom.

You were peeing while Molly sat on the edge of the bathtub—your heart pounding, cheeks flushed from the alcohol. Your vision was… well, not trashed exactly, but yeah, you were definitely feeling it.

Shit, but you felt good. Free, open, not like some socially awkward fish anymore.

You and Molly talked about this and that, giggling like two silly, smitten girls over Rob and sharing your mutual suffering about the hell that was senior year.

You felt genuinely happy—thankful for Topper and Molly (and obviously Rob, hihihii), even for Kelce, who’d welcomed you so warmly and actually seemed kinda caring after your coughing fit because of the joint.

You and Molly were about to head back to Topper and Rob when your phone buzzed.

Probably Cara.

“Go ahead, I’ll join you in a minute,” you said to Molly with a smile, then stumbled with a surprised chuckle to the edge of the tub, sitting down, ignoring the sudden funny feeling in your stomach.

Ready to shoot Cara a quick update, your heart skipped a beat when you saw Rafe’s name on your screen. It started beating just a little bit faster as you texted him back.

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Rafe shoved his phone back into the pocket of his shorts, jaw clenched, not even bothering to reply to your shitty-ass pic.

Had you really managed to catch some dude named Mickey—or Mikey, or whatever the hell that name you tried to spell was—within the thirty goddamn minutes he’d left you alone? And on top of that, gone into the bathroom with him to—

He cut the thought off with a sharp shake of his head, a frown settling in. Why the fuck did such an image flash in his head again?

Rafe gritted his teeth. He’d only left to deal with that asshole Chris and his loser friends, selling them a few grams (and also snort some lines because why not). He wouldn’t even have left you behind if he didn’t desperately need the cash to meet Barry’s deadline.

Fuck—and there it was again. Another picture, clear as day. You, in that stupidly good-looking outfit tonight, pressed against the bathroom door—

What the actual fuck.

Rafe rubbed his eyes, a heavy, sick feeling sitting in his stomach. Jesus fucking Christ, he needed another line. This shit was getting unhinged.

He lined up a clean stripe of white on the kitchen counter with his phone, ignoring the looks of some bickering bitches, and snorted it off in one go.

Rubbing his nose, he inhaled deep, the familiar kick spreading through his veins like wildfire.

Better.

But then—another image. This time from his own point of view. You in front of him, his pants around his ankles, your pretty lips on—

NO. NO, FUCK THAT. What the actual—like, actually, holy shit.

Rafe’s breathing was heavy now, his heart pounding in his ears, and his brain kept flashing images he couldn’t stop if he tried.

Frustrated and irritated, he ran a hand through his hair, pissed at himself and at the fact that he had no idea where the fuck these thoughts were coming from.

Then he spotted that fucker Reid across the room, chatting up some chick like he wasn’t a walking STD, and the memory hit him—the way that bastard had looked at you earlier when he’d walked into the kitchen. How his eyes had lingered on you. That slimy-ass grin.

The fucking fact that he’d had the balls to do it right in front of Rafe.

Shit, you weren’t Rafe’s fucking girlfriend. Fuck, no—not even close. But the idea that you could’ve been—and that Reid still had had the audacity to look at you like that—lit something vile, something filthy and twisted in Rafe’s gut.

And then it hit him harder: this whole fucking party was filled with greasy assholes like Chris Reid, looking for some poor girl to get laid.

And one of them had probably latched onto you while Rafe had been gone, maybe even fed you drinks, pretended to be all nice and charming just to pull some sleazy shit, and that made Rafe’s blood boil on a whole different level.

You weren’t some cheap party girl who let any random dickhead get handsy. Plus, the way you’d texted Rafe, made clear you weren’t exactly sober.

Fuck no. That thought alone had his jaw locking tight.

And before he even knew what he was doing, before he could stop to question the wild, confusing feeling building inside him, his feet were already moving.

He shoved past sweaty, perfumed, half-drunk bitches and pricks as he stormed out of the kitchen and into the hallway, brows furrowed, pulse hammering.

He came to a halt in front of the downstairs bathroom door, ignoring the group of girls waiting in line, and grabbed the doorknob.

His heart did something weird as it didn’t budge.

“Wait your turn, Cameron,” said some irrelevant chick who wasn’t even worth looking at.

Rafe ignored her—her, and the rising storm inside him over why the fuck he was even doing this—and knocked on the door.

Once. Twice. Four times—

The door creaked open. He lifted his chin, ready to confront the bastard inside but all the tension in his shoulders dropped the moment he saw your face.

Eyes glassy, wide with surprise, still slightly red from the joint, your skin glimmering like it had just been washed, and your lips slightly parted as you met his gaze.

In your breath, he caught Red Bull, beer, and something else.

“Did you puke?” Rafe raised his brows, trying to peer through the crack in the door to make sure—

“Yeah,” you replied with a half-tired smile and a little chuckle. “But I’m good now.”

Jesus Christ.

Rafe felt like a fucking joke. At this point, he was seriously considering if he’d done way too much earlier because why the fuck was he even here right now?

“Cameron, take your girlfriend somewhere else, some of us still gotta use the damn bathroom,” said that same dumb bitch’s voice again.

Rafe glared at her, ready to snap that you weren’t his fucking girlfriend, but before he could say anything, you just let out a chuckling “sorry” toward the bitch and softly stumbled forward.

Toward him.

Your hand, landing briefly on his chest—just enough to steady yourself—sent a sharp jolt of something through him. You gave him an awkward “sorry” and when you immediately backed away, something in Rafe wanted to pull you back but fuck that, holy shit.

And because the bitches in line were already clucking impatiently behind you, Rafe put a hand on your back and said, “Move,” guiding you through the crowded hallway.

“Where to?” you asked, almost too quietly to hear over the pounding bass.

“Kitchen,” Rafe replied dryly.

This was exactly why he didn’t want a damn girl clinging to him. No annoying girlfriend. No clingy chick of any kind.

He hadn’t come to this fucking party to play goddamn babysitter.

Honestly, he could punch himself in the face. He’d only come looking for you so that no dirty asshole had a chance to get handsy. Rafe had some decency. He wasn’t about to leave a drunk girl in the hands of some rando loser.

With a scowl, he placed his hands gently on your shoulders when some other girl almost stumbled right into you. Rafe almost opened his mouth to snap at her but clenched his jaw instead, confused as hell why he was suddenly so on edge.

Once in the less crowded kitchen, he hesitated before letting go of you.

You leaned back against the counter with a tipsy smile—but it faded the moment your eyes met his.

“What’s wrong?” Your voice was nervous, almost apologetic.

A strange pull tugged at Rafe’s chest but he shoved it aside, annoyed, and stepped next to you toward the bottles.

“Why were you alone?” he asked, pouring a shot of vodka.

“I wasn’t,” you replied. “Molly was with me before.”

Molly Crane. That was the name you’d tried to type earlier. Not some fucking Mickey.

Holy shit—was Rafe actually losing it?

He let out an irritated scoff, brows furrowed as he set the bottle down. “Such a good friend, leaving you alone to puke.”

“Funny thing coming from you,” you said with a half-laugh, and Rafe could feel your gaze on him.

He clenched his jaw, then threw back the shot, the bitter taste hitting his tongue and burning all the way down.

Meeting your eyes with a crooked grin, he said, “Yeah? The fuck’s that supposed to mean, huh? You pissed because you couldn’t be alone for thirty minutes? You do realize I’m not your fucking babysitter.”

Your expression shifted, and something about it pulled a hollow feeling straight through his chest.

“I was joking…”

Rafe gritted his teeth, overwhelmed by the mess of confusing shit swarming his head. He ran a hand down his face. He needed to chill the fuck out. Either he’d done too many lines or not enough.

You gently pushed yourself off the counter, a sad smile playing on your lips. “I think I should go find Molly. Don’t want her to worry.”

What about me?

The thought hit him like a fucking truck—crazy, embarrassing, pathetic as fuck—and yet there it was, leaving him almost sober in its wake.

Fuck.

He just didn’t get why you suddenly wanted to get away from him.

Fuck, seriously, what the fuck. Why do I even care?

“Or… did you want something?” you asked hesitantly, a flicker of vulnerability in your voice Rafe didn’t know how to process.

He shook his head, irritated, keeping his mouth shut—because clearly his brain was on some fuckery, and the last thing he needed was to start saying that shit out loud.

Your brows twitched, uncertainty flickering in your eyes. “I just thought... you texted me, asking where I was, and—”

“Ayo, Rafe! Y/N! We were just looking for you.”

Kelce’s voice boomed over the music as he barged into the kitchen with some random dude in tow—

Oh fuck no. Fucking hell no.

Not this fucking asshole.

Stupid fucking grinning Robert Lewis.

Topper’s dumbass surfer buddy who Kelce, for some unknown, brain-dead reason, seemed to worship.

Rafe already wanted to punch him. But instead, he forced a fake-ass smile as Robert came up, hand outstretched for a dap.

“Good to see you, man,” Robert said with that dumb fucking grin. “How you doing?”

Rafe just nodded, subtle shake of the head, corners of his mouth pulled down. “The usual shit.”

Robert laughed like it was the funniest fucking shit he’d heard all night, and the moment his eyes landed on you, Rafe felt a twitch in his fingers—ready to swing on this fucker.

And fucking hell, the way he looked at you. That big-ass smile. That glimmer in his eyes like you two were already familiar which was ridiculous because—

“And you, Y/N?” Robert asked, voice all warm like he gave a shit. “You doing okay? Molly told us you wanted to stay behind.”

What.

The.

Actual.

Fuck.

Rafe thought he’d misheard—his ears were already ringing from the coke and the insanely loud music (fucking Carnival playing for the fourth time tonight), so maybe it was just his brain tripping again.

But the way you looked up at that grinning asshole, eyes all dreamy and soft, a smile so sweet Rafe didn’t even know you had it in you—it felt like someone smashed a baseball bat right into his skull.

“Oh, yeah, no, I’m all good,” you said, a soft chuckle slipping from your lips. “My stomach just freaked out a bit after the beer pong drinks, but I’m good now.”

Funny. Yeah, real fucking funny. You and that douchebag playing beer pong together? Funniest shit Rafe had ever heard.

Kelce laughed. “Ahhh, shit, classic mistake. Weed and alcohol are not the best of friends.”

“My fault,” Robert said with that fake-ass innocent smile. “Should’ve made sure you weren’t drinking all of Topper’s hits.”

Rafe tensed instantly, alarm bells blaring and he didn’t even know why—no, actually, he did know. This fucker had been trying to smooth-talk you while Rafe had been gone, get you drunk, play his little fake-charm game, and wrap you around his goddamn finger.

God, Rafe would love to slam his fist into that smug face right about now. And fucking Topper too, for setting up this whole bullshit game in the first place.

And you? Why the fuck were you falling for this crap? Looking at that loser you’d known for maybe a couple of hours like he was the only guy in the room?

Rafe had spent an entire fucking week with you—every day—for that damn school project, trying to make you feel at ease, and you still hadn’t warmed up to him. But this greasy little fucker? All it took was one night?

Fucking ridiculous.

He didn’t get it. Didn’t understand. Couldn’t make sense of this fucked-up chaos inside him. The rage. The insane thoughts. The way he suddenly wanted—needed—you to look at him the way you just looked at that piece of shit.

FUCK.

What the fuck had Barry mixed into that coke?

And what. the. fuck. was going on with the guys at this damn party that they were looking at you like Rafe wasn’t standing right the fuck there?

Like seriously?!

Rafe never brought girls to parties. And the one fucking time he did—and yeah, okay, it was chill and casual and nothing serious—BUT NONE OF THESE FUCKING IDIOTS KNEW THAT.

NO ONE KNEW YOU WEREN’T RAFE’S HOOKUP OR DATE OR GIRL—AND STILL, THEY HAD THE AUDACITY TO ACT LIKE THAT?

Nah. FUCK THAT.

Rafe wasn’t some fucking merchant bringing girls around to be snatched up by whatever fucker got his hands on you first.

At this point, they were asking to get decked.

And Rafe? He’d seen enough. Let enough of this bullshit slide.

Because you didn’t just show up here. You were brought. Invited.

By him.

And if nobody seemed to fucking get that, then it was about damn time he’d change that.

So when Kelce announced a game of Truth or Dare starting in the living room, Rafe didn’t back out despite how much he hated that childish-ass game with every fiber of his being.

Because if this meant he could wipe the stupid fucking smile off Robert Lewis’ face, and shut down every other asshole at this party who thought tonight was their chance to piss him off—he’d gladly take part.

“Aight, party people, get your asses into the living room then”, Kelce said, clasping his hands.

Rafe glanced at you for a second, watching the way you looked at douchebag Robert… the way that fucker placed his hand on your back, leading you out of the kitchen toward the game.

Yeah. That guy? Rafe was fucking him over tonight.

Because he could just about tolerate that loser hanging around Kelce and Topper—Topper had been pissing him off lately anyway, and Kelce was like some dumb puppy always chasing new people—but you?

No fucking way was Rafe letting that wannabe surfer douche try anything with the girl he had brought.

Didn’t matter that you weren’t his girl or whatever.

No, it was about the fucking principle. About the fact that this prick even thought he could lean that far into Rafe’s zone.

And somehow, the thought of how you’d cling to him after he’d chased off Fuckhead Lewis—Rafe being the one you’d gaze at so smiley and sweet—left him with a buzzing feeling in his chest that hit almost as good as the high from a line.

"You coming, dude?" Kelce asked, putting a hand on Rafe's shoulder, a drunk grin on his stupid face.

Funny enough, Rafe didn't push him away because he realized that idiot might just be the key to fucking Lewis over.

So all he said in response was, "Yeah, yeah, sure". A crooked smile appeared on his lips. "Just wanna know if you'd be down to score some extra baggie."

Kelce's shitty grin was answer enough.

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mbruben-stein · 3 months ago

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Hellooo! I was wondering if you would be open to writing a 2012 leo x fem reader? The scenario would be him getting jealous of someone (maybe one of the brothers or casey etc.) talking with reader too much? They arnt dating though, so his jealousy is confusing until he explains that it's bc of his love for her. That's just a general idea of it - you can do whatever you feel motivated to write!! Ty I love ur work!! 💕

Jealousy

~Leo x fem reader.~

You laughed as Casey finished telling you an amusing story about his latest hockey match. The two of you were hanging out in the lair, sitting on the couch and chatting while the turtles trained with Master Splinter.

"Man Casey, only you could score a goal and take out two opponents at the same time by 'accident'," you teased, making air quotes.

"What can I say, I've got mad skills," Casey bragged jokingly, throwing an arm around your shoulders. "Seriously though, you should come watch me play sometime. I'll dedicate all my goals to you."

"Sure, I'd like that," you agreed with a smile. Casey was like a brother to you and you enjoyed spending time with him, even if he could be a bit of a goofball.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Leo pause in the middle of a kata, his eyes narrowing as he glanced over at you and Casey. There was an unreadable expression on his face before he quickly resumed training. Strange, you thought. Leo had been acting a bit off lately, becoming withdrawn whenever you hung out with Casey or one of his brothers. You wondered if something was bothering him.

As if on cue, Leo finished training and headed over to where you and Casey were sitting. "Hey guys, what's up?" he asked, trying to sound casual but you could hear a slight edge to his voice.

"Not much, just swapping stories," you replied. "Casey was inviting me to watch one of his games."

"Oh. Well don't let me interrupt," Leo said tersely. He crossed his arms. "Seems like you two have been hanging out a lot lately."

You furrowed your brow in confusion at Leo's tone. "Um, I guess? Casey's my friend. Is there a problem with that?"

"No, no problem," Leo responded, not quite meeting your eyes. "Anyway, I've got some things to take care of. See you around." With that, he turned and strode out of the room.

"Geez, what's eatin' him?" Casey wondered. "He's acting weirder than usual."

"I don't know, but I'm going to find out," you declared, getting up to follow after the blue-masked turtle. This moodiness was very unlike Leo and you were determined to get to the bottom of it.

You found Leo in the dojo, angrily thwacking away at the practice dummy. He didn't acknowledge your presence, just kept pummeling the dummy with increasing intensity.

"Leo? Is everything okay?" you asked hesitantly, approaching him.

"Everything's fine," he grunted, not pausing his assault.

You sighed. "Come on Leo, talk to me. You've been acting strange lately, especially whenever I'm around Casey or your brothers. What's going on?"

At the mention of Casey's name, Leo delivered a particularly vicious punch that nearly knocked the dummy's head off. He stood there breathing heavily for a moment before finally turning to face you.

"You want to know what's going on? I'll tell you," he said, an uncharacteristic harshness in his voice. "I don't like how much time you've been spending with them, especially Casey. You're always laughing and joking around with him."

You stared at Leo, taken aback. "I don't understand. Casey and the others are my friends. Why should it matter how much I hang out with them? And why single out Casey?"

Leo let out a frustrated noise, running a hand over his face. When he looked at you again, the hardness was gone, replaced by vulnerability.

"Because I'm jealous, okay?" he admitted quietly. "I'm jealous of how easy it is for them to make you smile and laugh. I'm jealous that you seek them out to spend time with. And I'm especially jealous of Casey because..." He swallowed hard. "Because I'm in love with you. I have been for a long time."

Your eyes widened and your heart began to race at his confession. "Leo..."

"I know. It's stupid," he said, looking away in embarrassment. "I mean, I'm a mutant turtle. How could I ever think you would feel the same way? You deserve a normal life, with a normal guy..."

"Leo, stop," you interrupted, stepping closer and placing a hand on his arm. He glanced back at you in surprise. "I don't want normal. I want you."

"You do?" he asked, hardly daring to believe it.

You nodded, smiling softly. "I love you too, Leo. I'm sorry I didn't see it sooner. I guess I was a little oblivious to why you were acting so weird around me lately."

The hopeful smile that spread across Leo's face was quite possibly the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. Slowly, giving you time to pull away if you wanted, he reached out and cupped your cheek with his large hand.

"Is this really happening?" he murmured, gazing into your eyes intently. "I keep thinking I must be dreaming."

"If it is a dream, I don't ever want to wake up," you whispered back.

Needing no further encouragement, Leo closed the remaining distance and captured your lips with his in a searing kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut as you looped your arms around his neck, pressing yourself closer to his solid body. His hands dropped to your waist, pulling you flush against him.

The world around you faded away as you lost yourself in his embrace. All of the pent-up longing and desire you both had been repressing came pouring out. Your hands roamed over the hard planes of his shoulders and shell, marveling at the strength you felt there. His own hands slid under the hem of your shirt, his calloused fingers leaving trails of fire on your skin.

You nipped playfully at Leo's bottom lip, eliciting a low churr from deep in his chest. Your tongue darted out to soothe the bite and he eagerly granted you access, your tongues tangling together. You were both panting when you eventually broke apart for air.

"Wow..." you breathed, resting your forehead against his. "That was..."

"Incredible," Leo finished, a blissful smile on his face. "I love you so much, Y/N."

"I love you too, Leonardo," you murmured, saying his full name. "My fearless leader."

He chuckled at the nickname before sobering. "I'm sorry for acting like such a jealous idiot before. I should have just talked to you instead of letting it fester."

"I'm sorry too, for not picking up on the signals," you replied. "But I'm glad it all worked out in the end. And Leo? You have nothing to be jealous about. You're the only one for me."

Joy and adoration shone in Leo's blue eyes and he wrapped you up in a tight hug. You nestled your head in the crook of his neck, savoring his closeness.

"Aw yeah, got it!" a voice suddenly cheered, startling you both. You whipped around to see Mikey grinning triumphantly, holding up his T-phone which was clearly recording. Raph and Donnie were right behind him, smirking.

"Mikey!" Leo scolded, flushing. "What the heck?"

"Dude, we've been waiting forever for you two to finally get together! This is totally going in the family scrapbook," Mikey declared.

"Ugh, now they're going to be even more disgustingly cute together," Raph fake gagged, but you could see the genuine happiness underneath his gruff exterior.

"As long as they keep the PDA to a minimum while I'm working in the lab, I fully support this," Donnie added, winking at you.

You buried your burning face in Leo's shoulder as the brothers continued teasing you good-naturedly. Leo wrapped an arm around you protectively.

"Alright, show's over, give them some privacy," another voice cut in. Casey strolled in with April close behind, both grinning ear to ear.

"Congrats you crazy kids, we're really happy for you," April said warmly.

"Thanks guys," you said, giving them a grateful smile. You glanced at Leo. "But would you mind clearing out for a bit? I'd like to have my boyfriend to myself for a while."

"Boyfriend, huh? I like the sound of that," Leo murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"As you wish. Try to keep it PG though!" Casey called cheekily over his shoulder as the group made their way out, leaving you and Leo alone once more.

Leo turned you in his arms so you were facing each other. "Now, where were we?" he purred, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You smirked, draping your arms over his shoulders. "I believe you were just about to kiss me senseless."

"Hmm, so I was."

And he proceeded to do just that, all thoughts of jealousy long forgotten. All that mattered was that you were finally his, and he was yours. Nothing could ever come between your love.

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neerons · 11 months ago

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Some of Silvio Ricci’s best quotes

"A heart? I'm a merchant, why would I need one?"

"Looks like there IS another thing that’s just as certain as death and taxes, and that’s people gettin’ stupid at a party." (—Silvio talking about most of the princes)

"…It was a slip of the tongue, okay? ‘Cause your sassy ass was actually cute for once!"

"Do ya know what we call guys like that? We call 'em perverts and stalkers and creepy assholes." (—Silvio to Gilbert)

"(…) you’re usually sassy as hell, but all of a sudden you actually looked kinda cute and charming."

"Okay, look… …It was a joke. Just a joke, okay? And I took it too far."

"…I can’t protect you. I haven’t got the strength to protect you from those assholes. Get it?" (—Silvio to Valerio)

"I mean… ain’t it obvious that I’m always thinkin’ about you, too? You take up so much damn room in my head I can barely cram the other stuff in!"

"Yep. Lucky you, huh? I ain’t interested in marrying any other woman, so I’m gonna give you the throne, too."

"…I don’t want ya to see me looking pathetic."

"As if the spies ain’t bad enough. You’ve got a lot of shitty hobbies." (—Silvio to Gilbert)

"A wicked woman, huh? You’re way too charming and cute for that, damn you."

"If people love you, it makes ‘em more likely to listen to what you have to say, even if the deal brings ‘em to a disadvantage. But I ain’t got that. I’ve never been any good at flattering people. I’m not like Valerio. No one’s ever been weird enough to wanna help me no matter what the cost to them. …The truth is, I always knew there were things that can’t be bought with money. (…) When I was young, I never had anyone. My brothers both knew how to be friendly and cute, so people’d dote on ‘em. But I could never manage it.

"If you don’t get plenty of water into you, you’re never gonna get better. Oh, and someone gave me some fruit. If ya think you can eat it, I guess I can peel it for—" (—Silvio taking care of a sick Emma)

"...They're touching." (—Silvio telling Emma he can feel her breasts against his arm)

"(…) go back to sleep! Rest until sundown! And don’t forget to keep your blanket on!" (—Silvio to a sick Emma)

"I’m pretty fond of that sexy voice of yours, you know. So stop trying to stifle it."

"Eat. (...) I'll shove it into your mouth. (...) You plannin' to starve to death, then?" (—Silvio to Rio)

"You really do have way too much goddamn charm."

"Hey, you look a lot bigger than I remember. You been working out? (…) Good for you. But make one move on my woman and I’ll throw you to the sharks, you hear me?" (—Silvio to Dario)

"(…) I didn’t want it gettin’ scratched up and stuff. I take it with me on some trips as a good luck charm, but other than that, I keep it here all the time. …Ugh, look what ya made me ‘fess up to." (—Silvio talking about a bracelet Emma gave him)

"If it was me, I'd slam my fist straight into your smarmy face. You massacred their people. Why should they let an asshole like you anywhere near the damn service?" (—Silvio talking about the Rhodolitians to Gilbert)

"(…) because it wasn’t just my achievement, I gave my brother an earring made from the gold that was mined there." (—Silvio talking about Valerio)

"Dammit, I know it’d be quicker to just ask her, but I want this to be a surprise." (—Silvio’s thoughts about which fabric to use to make a new dress for Emma)

"Emma has real beautiful skin, y’know. Blue looks amazin’ on her. And she loves the ocean. I’m sure she’ll like the wave pattern on the fabric here. But also… More than anything, she’s real sweet and gentle. And this fabric’ll bring that out perfectly. She gets embarrassed easy, see, and always turns bright red. It’s… Honestly, it’s real cute. I think this shade of red would made her look even cuter when she blushes. And look here. See how it glitters when the light hits it just right? If she wears this, then when we dance—huh?" (—Silvio talking about Emma to rabbit Emma)

"It ain't your style to be visiting me at this hour. Did you fail to find yourself a woman?" (—Silvio to Nokto)

"You’re beautiful, you’ve got a good head on your shoulders, and you have a good personality when ya ain’t bein’ a cheeky brat."

"I don’t even wanna think about the guy I used to be before I met you. That’s how much I’m head over heels." (—Silvio’s thoughts)

"No matter how long I travel the seas, I’m never gonna find anything more beautiful than you."

"Ahh dammit, I love you, I love you!" (—Silvio's thoughts about Emma)

"Just let me give you one kiss! (...) No, I want it now!"

"Are we talkin' about the same guy? The guy with an eye-patch that looks like he rules hell, but in a happy way?" (—Silvio talking about Gilbert)

"I can't believe that I feel this great when my body is sick. No one had ever taken care of me like this before." (—Silvio's thoughts about Emma)

"Aaaaargh! Damn you! When ya say crap like that, I just wanna hold you so bad!"

"Maybe I have been too overprotective. She'll be fine on her own. She doesn't need me to shield her every step of the way. (...) I didn't stop to consider how she would feel and just did whatever I wanted. I need to fix this bad habit of mine." (—Silvio's thoughts)

"You could never love anyone, even though everyone loved you. That's just who you were. ...You were always so damn unfair." (—Silvio's thoughts about Valerio)

"How long is she going to keep blue-balling me for?!" (—Silvio's thoughts)

"The more I have you around, half of me wants to pamper you, and half of me wants to tease you to tears."

"Wrong. She just paid for her own crimes. How is that Valerio's fault?" (—Silvio talking about his mother to Emidio)

"...Ah, there's the cheeky bastard I know. Much better." (—Silvio to Valerio)

"Everybody loves you, they always have! But no one's ever loved me. Not even once. So how the hell am I supposed to know what to do about it?" (—Silvio to Valerio)

"I ain't ever said I didn't want you there! (...) It was tough on me because I DID like you bein' there! 'Cuz it actually felt pretty good bein' with you..."

"Ever since the night I'd seen beneath my mother's mask, I'd started asking myself what I could do to protect Valerio and his mother. But the weapon I was after wasn't a sword—it was money, money I could use to buy people to wield that sword. (...) I'd put that money to good use, and I'd bought plenty of people in the royal court. I'd used fake names so neither the king nor my mother would realize it was me, and I'd hired bodyguards to secretly watch over Valerio and his mother. There was nothing I could do to ever make up for all the bullying I'd done, but I found plenty of ways to protect him." (—Silvio's thoughts)

"Damn. That was close. I'd almost blurted out something ridiculous about her being more beautiful than the ocean, but I managed to swallow the words at the last second." (—Silvio's thoughts)

"Stop doin' that! Not in front of everyone! (...) You're gonna make me grin like a stupid idiot in front of all these people!" (—Silvio reacting to Emma holding him)

"The dress she wore today was supposed to be simple and understated, but on her it was anything but. With it, Emma looked as bright and beautiful as a rose in full bloom. I could have watched her forever." (—Silvio's thoughts about Emma)

"You're beautiful, you know that?" (—Silvio's thoughts)

"You never gave a damn about me growing up. All your attention was always on the mutt. Don't pretend to be a father to me now." (—Silvio's thoughts about his father)

"I love ya too, okay?! A whole damn lot! With all my heart!"

"Talk shit, get hit, ya little twerp!" (—Silvio to Valerio)

"Even when he was a kid, Valerio's always been fascinated by my seafaring stories. It was pretty much the only thing he was interested in talkin' to me about. His eyes would sparkle every time I told him about one of my journeys, so I figured I could at least bring him along for one that was less dangerous." (—Silvio's thoughts)

"I want him to be free and happy like that more. All his smiles are all weird and fake now. It creeps me out." (—Silvio's thoughts about Valerio)

"Havin' matching ones means we can show that we went on that journey together. And every time I look at my own earrin', I know that the joy I saw from ya that day was real." (—Silvio's thoughts about his and Valerio's matching earrings)

"Ugh, I hate you. I really do. It ain't gonna change the fact that you're my little brother, though. No matter how many times ya get on my nerves, I still gotta step up as your big brother." (—Silvio's thoughts about Valerio)

"For all the shit I say... I have to admit, I don't exactly hate spendin' time with Valerio at all." (—Silvio's thoughts)

#might update later #I love him #my little tsun tsun #silvio ricci #ikemen prince #ikemen series #ikeprince #cybird games #cybird otomes #quotes #silvio ricci's quotes #ikeprince silvio #otome games #cybird

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chiarrara · 28 days ago

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Songs4u by Cuco (2017) is the Most Satosugu Album in Existence...

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I wanna be your one and only / If something just ain't right, it will be because you left / I waited way too long to say a thing / Ghost of my past haunts my present / He said I′ll be gone before you know / look at my baby shining eyes / Been searching for a light to guide my soul tonight / The bridge between winter and summer seems like a bummer / I hope that I can catch up to you in the end / Say a thing or talk to me, but don′t try to convince me I should stay / Figured that I'd best be gone if I couldn't find a purpose with my ways / Swear I want to be alone until the day I die as of now / But who knows, maybe you and I will grow old in another life

It's not just the lyrics, it's the hazy, reverberating tones running through the whole album, imparting a dreamlike nostalgia where each moment of recollection bleeds into all the others in a saturated wash of emotion. It flows non-linearly between moments of hopeful infatuation, grief and heartbreak, longing for connection, blossoming affection, memorium for a deep love, and the descent into endless sorrow.

The ache of lost love permeates through every recollection of youthful optimism, and deep-seeded fondness is the unavoidable root of every bit of dulled regret. At moments, the barriers between the longing of the past and the loss of the present seem to blur together, and every unsure, hopeless emotion can be felt at once. It's an endless blue spring, three years of youth, and 10 years passed all at once.

Take a moment to listen through this short album (its runtime is just over 30 mins), and follow along with the condensed lyrics, and accompanying quotes for each song, under the cut.

One and Only

"My best friend did, my one and only."

Girl, I wanna be your one and only I wanna be more than just a homie I hope that you wanna get to know me Baby, hit me up if you get lonely

Show me what you want ′cause I know I want you I know I'm not confused, my feelings here are true I hope you think of me the way I think of you On gloomy days like these, wishing you were next to me When I′m feeling puzzled, girl, you put me back together And if never is forever, then let's always be together If something just ain't right, it will be because you left So let′s make this life our best, I′ll take care of all the rest

I hope you know you're my desire I hope you know you′re the one I hope you know that I think about you when I see the sun

Winter's Ballad

"Just a little tired from the summer heat. It's not a problem."

Due to my frustration I waited way too long to say a thing Sure I accept that I was sad, so I guess now it′s not so bad I lost the memories deep inside my head

Show me that tonight I'm only yours and no one else′s Too blind to see sometimes that you're the one Now I see you're everything or just maybe my nothing They say that nothing lasts forever

My bed was meant for two, and now I′m missing only you Or was this spot reserved for no one more My lonely days are here, I don′t think I see you here I wish that I could sleep until forever

I don't think it′s hard, just to tell me that you love me But you're far away from here and have my heart So shoot me with the bow that cupid′s quiver has one more The last time I might get to fall in love

We Had to End It

"If you want to kill me, kill me. There's meaning in that too."

Me and my lover came to an end I didn't want that But I guess she did

Sleepless nights have only begun Swear I thought she was the one The girl of my dreams

All my nightmares came to ruin my life Mercy had no time And time had no mercy on me

I felt so dumb thinking one day you could be my wife Never thought you would lie When you said you loved me

Nothing can bring me back to life After you left me to die On a road far away

Love and lies shine so bright 'Cause they both made me blind And I crashed as I looked away

Ghost of my past haunts my present As there he welcomed My agony and pain

He said I′ll be gone before you know Just finish this song And you'll be where you belong

Neon Baby

"We're the strongest."

Me and her ′til night, look at my baby shining eyes Look at her highlight shining brighter than bright skies Under common hopes, I hope you could get to know The green lights showed the unknowns So exploring we should go

Notice maybe Neon baby You could sway me Being wavy

Neon city baby Neon city baby Maybe you could sway me Maybe you could sway me

Neon baby in her neon city Neon baby in her neon city I've been looking for you and your absence was made clear I don′t even know you, but I know I want you here Pink cars take us far, just if you know who you are Dressed up like a star, you were staying after dark

Stay for a Bit

"Suguru. --- ---" "You should at least curse me at the end."

Try to make it right I wanna make you mine Let′s hope that things go well tonight Try to make it right I wanna make you mine Let's hope that things go well tonight

Save me a seat next to you Let′s go out and find The sky is yours tonight

I know you've been wonderin' where I went Been searching for a light to guide my soul tonight The city wants us to know, things we need alright If maybe you were mine, if maybe you were mine Hoping my presence would be clear The question I've been holding is if you wanna go on a date

City lights ignite the path to you I don′t know if you meant to come my way but I hope you are Swear its just too real to be true I can't tell if you′re real Cause in my dreams I was messin' with you

Night Night is your canvas Give it many colors You′re just like no other You could be my lover Treasure hunting pleasures But I've found my treasure Stay here for awhile Will you stay for a bit? Or Forever

Lava Lamp

"He was my best friend. But we fought, and it's been like this ever since."

Someone′s out there waiting for me I have to find her and tell her that I love her Someone's out there waiting for me I have to find her and tell her that I love her

You′re a million miles away The bridge between winter and summer Seems like a bummer but it's worth the wait

And I know you'll shine the way With your lava lamp, lava lamp In the middle of your room

From my window I could see Bright blue light was shining deep Like the sea on New Year′s Eve Wishing you were next to me

Yesterday in L.A. It was sunny but it rained In my room (in my room) When I wrote a song for

If only you′d hold me And I wasn't one billion miles away If only you′d hold me And I wasn't one billion miles away

Rest Easy, I'll See You Again

"I have to catch up"

Did you see who you wanted to see? Did you say the things you wanted to say? Or did you sell, and it just went away? Pull me in, is it just too late?

I′ll never see you again I hope that I can catch up to you in the end

Lost / Heart

"This is the life I've chosen. All I can do now is give it all I've got."

Help me I′m looking for my heart again Is it gone I don't want to wake up to this again In my mind

Say a thing or talk to me But don′t try to convince me I should stay Figured that I'd best be gone If I couldn't find a purpose with my ways

Don′t apologize Don′t come and cry You had your chances right But instead you left me crying every night

Lost in my thoughts Losing myself The weight of pain has sunk me down the drain

Memories inside of me The tears are running out Swear I want to be alone Until the day I die as of now

Never close to feeling comfortable You find to be so kind Always left my heart at home So close, but I found mine But who knows Maybe you and I Will grow old in another life

I've Left My Body and I Don't Want to Come Back

"If you'd like to return to who you once were, go south."

[instrumental, ends abruptly]

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thanks to @annadante for help finding quotes

#jjk meta #jujutsu kaisen #satosugu #stsg #stsg meta #jjk #gojo satoru #geto suguru #sometimes you go out for a cigarette in the middle of the night expecting to be on some moody megumi bullshit #but instead you walk to the park and spend 30 minutes experiencing every ounce of satosugu grief there is to feel #and you spend the next 4 hours formatting a post about ti #if you actually read and listen through please let me know your thoughts!!#chiaposts #my meta

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spreadlove-always · 1 month ago

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Angel Baby Chapter 3

Word Count: 3.7K

Authors Note: I am obsessed with this Chapter and we have a new character introduced which will be reoccurring. But definitely stick around till the end of the chapter. That is the best part I promise. The end of this has me giggling and kicking my feet LOL. Enjoy.

Pretty little baby Pretty little baby, you say that maybe You’ll be thinkin’ of me, and try to love me Pretty little baby, I’m hoping that you do

Chapter 3

Life has continued.

Matilda and I spend our time driving to surrounding towns, blasting music and laughing at god knows what.

Its nice to finally have someone, I never really had a friend like her.

Matilda has showed me a lot, taken me to hidden spots where her other friends here go to swim. We go at least 3 times a week.

It’s been about 2 weeks since I’ve even seen Joel. Even when I go to Matilda’s he’s not there. I know the reason I’m not seeing him is because its what I asked for. I mean I pretty much told him to never talk to me or come around.

But I regret it.

Because even though it’s been 2 weeks, I still feel a pinch of hope when I pull into Matilda’s, hoping I will see his face.

Today is my 24th birthday. I’ve tried to keep it under wraps. I didn’t want it to be a big deal, especially because I’m not at home. The thought of having a gathering but it only being two people felt to embarrassing for me to bare.

But this morning Aunt Louise was quick to rush into my room, singing happy birthday with a plate full of chocolate chip pancakes with a single lit candle.

“Sorry, this was all I could find.” She laughs coming to sit on the bed.

“Don’t worry, not sure how you would get 24 candles to fit anyways.” I say shuffling to sit up in bed.

“well go ahead, make a wish.”

A wish.

My mind is blank, well blank except for one thing. Or well, I guess more like one person. Probably because he was in my dreams again, seems to be reoccurring. It’s sometimes different, but along the same lines. It starts when we were at the motel, and well, lets just say it doesn’t end with him saying we can’t.

I close my eyes and blow out the candle.

Wishing for one thing.

“happy birthday sweetie” Aunt Louise gives me a quick hug before placing the plate in my lap and standing up.

“Alright honey eat quick then get up, you’ve got a big day ahead of you”

I take a bite and look at her confused, “no I don’t.”

She gives me a look. A mischievous look.

“Well actually,” she turns around and walks over to the closet going through my clothes.

“I know you told me not to say anything, but I did tell Matilda.”

I stop chewing, and with a mouth full of food I say, “what why?”

“Well because honey you only turn 24 once, and I think you should celebrate, plus you’ll meet new people.”

I groan.

“oh, shush now hurry up and get ready Matilda will be here in 40 minutes” and she’s off.

I quickly scarf down the pancakes then jump up to quickly shower.

When I get back to my room Matilda’s sitting on my bed, twirling her hair around her finger.

“Well about time, you were in there forever. You relieve some stress?” she laughs and winks at me.

I just laugh and turn to my closet clinging on to my towel. If I knew the extent of what we were doing I would probably have a better idea of what to pick.

“Ugh what do I wear? Like what are we even doing?”

She hops up off my bed and stands beside me. “Something cute, and make sure to wear a bathing suit.”

I just nod as me and her look at my clothes, both scanning to see what feels right.

Finally, she takes my short overalls out, “these are cute! Maybe these with a cute bikini?”

“Matilda, I don’t have a bikini, remember? You lectured me last time we went swimming because you said and I quote “you’d think you are married with 3 kids with the way you dress” Plus what if I get cold?”

She laughs.

“Idamae, my friend, don’t you know anything about me yet? I never show up unprepared” she smiles and runs back over to my bed, and grabs a light blue gift bag.

“This is for you.”

I look at her confused then look inside.

Sure, enough it’s a red bikini.

“Well look at that.”

She smirks and winks.

“perfect now you can get dress! I’ll be downstairs.”

She shouts hurry up as she’s going down the stairs.

I quickly rush down after getting ready and find Matilda and Aunt Louise sitting on the porch.

“oh, don’t you look cute” Aunt Louis says.

“Doesn’t she” Matilda smiles.

“Well, I’m ready” I say giving a straight smile.

“Actually, there is one more gift.” Aunt Louise stands up from the chair, and grabs a pair of keys from the side table.

“Follow me.”

Me and Matilda look at each other confused but follow.

“I know you work hard, not just with me, but also during school. And me and your mom have been talking, and we thought you deserved something special.”

And suddenly we turn the corner.

And there it is.

A 1966 red ford mustang convertible.

“Holy shit” Matilda says from behind me.

“This is a joke, right? I mean like you’re just letting me borrow it right?”

Aunt Louise laughs.

“No, its yours” and she grabs my hand and pushes the keys into my palm.

“No, its too much I can’t”

“Oh, stop don’t be silly. It was Charles’, which sat in a shed forever, and I’m never gonna drive it.”

I feel tears prick my eyes.

I look at my aunt and go to her and give her a huge hug.

“Thank you, I don’t think ill ever be able to thank you enough”

“oh honey,” she pushes my shoulder, disconnecting from the hug.

“Thank me all you want, but Joel was actually the one that got it running again.”

I blink hard.

“Wait like my uncle?” Matilda chimes in.

“Ya, after he had fixed the truck, I figured I’d ask and he was quick to say yes. Only thing he asked was that if he ever needed to stay somewhere that I’d give him a room for free at the motel.”

I look back at the mustang, and at my aunt.

“Ill be sure to thank him then.”

That’s if I ever see him, I think to myself.

“Okay well, drive safe and have fun. If you’re gonna be staying somewhere over night just send me a text.” Aunt Louise kisses me on the cheek, then heads back to the house.

“Jesus dude, they must love you this is beyond gorgeous” Matilda drags her finger along the car, walking to the passenger side.

“Its my dream car.”

Matilda gets in “So you gonna drive this thing, or your just gonna look at it?”

I roll my eyes then hop in.

I let the engine roar to life.

“God, I cannot believe she’s mine!” I squeak.

“Well believe it and can we please get going, we’ve got people waiting.”

“who?”

“You’ll see now let’s go” she leans over and turns the radio up.

I pull out and we head into town.

Once we hit town, Matilda tells me to pull in front of the diner.

“But I already ate.”

She hops out, “oh don’t be so boring, just come on.”

I hop out and follow her in. Right away her mother comes up and hugs me, “Oh happy birthday dear.”

I hug her back.

“Thanks Mrs. Miller.”

“Oh, honey how many times do I have to tell you, call me Josephine.”

I just smile and nod.

“Now what can I get you both?”

I pan over to Matilda.

“We will get two milkshakes, one strawberry, one chocolate. With extra whipped cream please momma” Matilda walks over to the same booth I sat in the first time.

“Coming right up.”

Me and Matilda sit and wait, and she makes jokes about me being old even though I am only a few months older.

“So, are you finally gonna tell me what today has in store, or is it forever gonna be a surprise?”

“Hmmm I like seeing you all agitated so, I’m keeping it a surprise.”

I roll my eyes and cross my arms leaning back.

Matilda gets up quick and walks up to the old jukebox, and a song begins to play.

Pretty little baby

Pretty little baby, you say that maybe

You’ll be thinkin’ of me, and try to love me

Pretty little baby, I’m hoping that you do

Suddenly the door chimes.

And in walks Joel.

He looks around and suddenly his eyes meet mine.

Matilda comes back and sits back into the booth.

“What you staring at?” she turns around and sees Joel.

“Oh, Joel come!’ She waves him over.

He hesitates for a second keeping eye contact with me but makes his way over.

“Hey M, how’s it going?” he leans down kissing her on the head.

“Oh, good, just celebrating Miss Idamae’s birthday.”

He smirks, “Oh that right? Well happy birthday.”

I feel my cheeks get hot, so I hold my face with my hands trying to hide the blush.

“So how you liking the car?” he nods his head towards it parked out front.

“Oh its, its umm great, thank you.”

Matilda speaks up, “Its more then great, it’s the hottest car ever, Idamae looks so good driving it.”

Joel clears his throat.

Josephine comes back with the milkshakes, “here ya are.”

“Joel what are you doing here?” she asks wiping her hands on her apron leaning against my booth.

“Was actually also coming in for a milkshake, had a little craving.”

“Well have a seat I’m sure the girls don’t mind” he looks over at us, and me and Matilda both shrug.

“I’m not sharing my booth with you though, so Idamae scootch” Matilda says.

I scootch over and Joel slides in. Josephine rushes out with another milkshake, his vanilla.

Matilda spends the time teasing me about how fun today is going to be, but how I need to wait. Joel chuckles along.

I try to keep my eyes away from Joel. I made it clear with myself that night at the motel, and I need to stick to it. Even though its hard.

Once we finish our milkshakes Matilda says she just needs to use the washroom.

I sit there awkwardly with Joel beside me.

“Ya know, you can look at me I don’t bite”

And suddenly I fell something, his hand rested on my bare knee.

My skin feels like its on fire.

“Mhm.” I hum.

My eyes turn to look at him and he’s looking at me.

Theres his face, I haven’t seen that face in so long. Too long.

Unless in my dreams counts.

“So, you get everything you wanted so far?”

I want to tell him the truth, to say that all I want right now, is for his hand to move higher. But like he said its wrong. We can’t, so we wont.

“Yup, everything and more.” I gulp. God what I would give to just feel him this close all the time.

Suddenly Matilda’s whistling is heard.

Joels hand leaves my leg, and our gaze separates.

“alright, well Joel it was nice seeing you but me and Idamae gotta leave, we’ve got a busy day.”

“ya of course, I better get going too” he pulls out his wallet and slaps a twenty dollar bill on the table.

“My treat, y’all have fun" and he’s up and gone.

Matilda then takes me to the pond we’ve been swimming at, this time though she has a bunch of other people our age from the surrounding towns there.

She said it’s the closest thing she could give me to a pool party.

Around 2pm I was laying on a towel, soaking up the sun when I dozed off.

I got woken up by water splashing all over me.

“Sorry!” someone shouts.

I look to the pond and see a boy, probably my age.

I dab myself off with the towel.

“It’s okay, I shouldn’t have laid right there.”

“Hey, are you the birthday girl?” he asks.

“Ya I guess I am.”

“and does she have a name?”

I giggle “its Idamae.”

“Well Idamae I’m Jack.”

“Nice to meet you jack” I smile.

“Why don’t you come in the water” he smirks.

“Oh, I don’t, I mean I just was.”

“Idamae, come in the water.”

I smirk, “no really I’m-“

I am cut off by a big splash of water hitting my face.

“Did you just splash me!” I rub my eyes .

“I told you to get into the water.” I scuff.

“fine, fine I’ll get in the water, but you better have a dry towel I can use.”

Once I’m in the water Jack swims to me.

“So, where ya from?”

“Nova Scotia.”

“What you are doing over here.”

“Helping my aunt over the summer.”

He nods his head, “so Matilda’s your friend?”

“Ya, she’s kind of my only friend out here” I say looking over to her where she is drinking a soda and chatting with some boy.

Cole and her have been having some issues, she says he seems occupied. But not to play devils advocate, but so does she. But who am I to judge.

“Ya I’ve known her since we were in diapers, our moms are good friends.” Jack says.

“So, you got any embarrassing stories I can torment her with, I think its time I get back at her” I whisper.

“Well, actually loads, but that will have to be for next time.” He says swimming closer.

“Next time?” I ask.

“Ya, I think you’re pretty, so what you say, want to hangout later?”

I contemplate and pan over to Matilda.

“I think I’m pretty busy today, Matilda’s got my day filled up.”

Just then jack shouts toward Matilda, “M mind if I steal Idamae for the evening?”

“No, no way, Jack you stay away from her. Plus, she is busy later.”

I squint at her “am I?”

She smirks “oh definitely.”

Around 8pm me and Matilda are finally back on the road, she tells me we are gonna go back to the diner to grab some dinner, before we go back to her house.

The diner is packed at this time with all the locals.

As soon as we are done, Matilda slaps money down then shoots up and looks at the watch on her wrist.

“Okay we better get going or we’ll be late.”

I look at her confused, “Late for what, thought we were just going to your house?”

“We are.”

“You’re not gonna tell me, are you?”

“I told you; it’s a surprise.”

So here we are driving down the dirt road toward her house.

As we get closer, I hear music playing, and people laughing. I turn onto the driveway, and Matilda instructs me to follow her.

“Alright, I know you said you didn’t want anything big, but I felt like it was my duty to show you how we celebrate over here.”

And just then we turn the corner, and I spot a ton of people. The backyard is filled, the radio loud, and everyone has a beer in hand.

Once Matilda makes our presence known everyone turns and shouts happy birthday and raises their beers.

Just then that guy Jack walks over and hands me a beer,

“told ya I’d see you later.”

I just laugh and take a sip.

Just then I notice Joel, leaned up against the shed he had just built, and drinking a beer.

I feel Matilda pull on my arm, “my momma made you a cake.”

Josephine walks out the back door, holding a beautiful strawberry short cake.

“Everyone come gather around.” She speaks.

Just then everyone walks over to the table on the deck, and Matilda pushes me into the chair at the head of it.

Josephine sets the cake in front of me with eight candles lit.

“Alright lets all sing.”

Everyone starts singing happy birthday, well everyone but Joel.

When we make eye contact, I don’t divert my eyes this time. And truth be told, him not singing with everyone feels hurtful. Does he seriously not like me so much that he can’t even just humour me.

“Alright sweet pea,” Josephine says, “Make a wish.”

I lean forward and make sure I don’t break eye contact with Joel as I blow out the candles.

Everyone’s claps take me out of the trance. And I smile looking around and thanking everyone.

At the corner of my eye, I see Joel disappear into the house.

A few hours later I am more then a few beers in, and a few rounds of beer pong deep. Its official I suck.

Its also official that Jack likes me, at least that’s what Matilda keeps saying. Although she’s just as drunk as me so who knows.

However, I have felt his hand on my lower back, and his stare quite a bit.

Its around 12 am when jack drags me off to sit down with him by the fire.

“So did you have a good day?”

I nod, “ya, I’m actually glad Matilda did all this.”

Jack takes a swig from his beer and looks at me.

“What do you say we get out of here?” he says, and I giggle.

Not because it’s funny, but because I’m drunk and just about anything would cause me to giggle.

“I think I better not.”

“Oh, why not come on.” Jack grabs my hand.

I squeeze my eyes trying to shake the drunk feeling. I take my hand back.

“No jack, not tonight.”

I stand up and stumble, but as I’m about to fall over someone catches me.

“Woah, careful there.”

Joel.

He helps steady me.

I giggle again; “Thanks” I grab his arm.

He creases his eyebrows and looks at me, “You okay little dove?”

“Mhm, just maybe drank to much.” And I giggle again.

“Maybe I should get you home.” I look at him and smile patting his arm.

“That’s sweet, just let me get my keys.”

“You sure you can manage?”

“Yup!” I send him a thumbs up as I stumble away.

I walk up the porch and find my keys, but decide to take a seat, when Matilda comes over.

“How you doing hun?” I just smile.

“Oh, never better.”

She laughs.

“Why do you have your keys, where are you going?”

“Oh, I’m not driving, Joel said he’d take me home.”

She nods.

“Ya know I’m shocked he came; we always invite him to these things, but he never comes.”

“Why?”

“Not sure, he always says it’s cause he’s busy, but I think it’s because it reminds him of Abigail.”

I look at her “Who’s-“

I’m cut off by Joel.

“There you are.”

I stare at Matilda a little longer,

“Ya sorry, lets go.”

I stand up and so does Matilda, I give her a hug and she tells Joel to “get me home safe.”

On the walk to my car, I try to think about who Abigail is. Is it a girlfriend, a family member? The way Matilda says it makes it seem like something happened, but what?

“Keys?” Joel asks.

I toss him my keys and we get into my car.

“Alright you’re gonna have to tell me where to go, if you want me to take you back to your Aunts.”

I go to speak, but then I realize I’m drunk to the point I’m not sure I could tell him.

“Just take me to the motel.”

He nods.

The drive is silent, except the sound of the wind blowing through my hair, I close my eyes and tilt my head out of the side, trying to let the cool breeze take my drunkenness away.

After a while I feel the car turn, and I open my eyes to see we are pulling into the motel.

“Here ya go.” Joel parks the car.

“Thank you.” I stumble out, “Oh wait the office key is on the car keys.”

Joel takes the keys out of the ignition, and steps out, “just let me help you.”

He walks to the office and unlocks it, we both walk in.

I go to the hook and grab a key for an empty room, “you staying this time or?”

He chuckles, “ah nope, I’ll just have Matilda drop your car off tomorrow morning.”

I nod my head, then move past him to walk to the empty room.

I know I think I’m walking fine but I already know I am probably not.

I hear Joels footsteps follow behind me, and I feel him when I fiddle with the key to the room.

“I don’t need you to hover ya know.”

Joel chuckles again and reaches his hand from behind me and grabs the key, putting it in the lock and opening the door for me.

“You sure about that?”

I can feel his breathe on the back of neck. He’s so close I can feel his body heat. Maybe it’s because I’m drunk, or maybe it is because he’s standing so close to me. But all I want right now is him.

I bite my lip to try and control myself.

Suddenly he whispers, “Goodnight Iittle dove.” Into my ear.

God I shouldn’t I really shouldn’t. I try to remember what he said last time. But it isn’t working, not when he’s this close.

Before he can walk away, I grab his arm, “wait.”

Joel looks at my hand on his arm.

“I-“ I take a deep breath. “You never asked what I wished for.”

He looks at me confused.

Now I know it’s the alcohol making me this confident. But I am honestly grateful for it.

I grab his hand and drag him into the room and make him sit on the end of the bed. He stays silent, but the look of confusion never leaves his eyes.

I walk over to the door and close it. Then walk back and stand in between his legs my hands folded behind my back.

“Idamae what are you doing?” he asks looking up at me.

I don’t answer I just bring my shaking hands up to his shoulders, and balance myself while I straddle him.

His breath hitches.

His hands don’t touch me, he keeps them on the bed.

“Idamae you’re drunk.”

I look at him and shake my head, “doesn’t change the fact that I want this.”

My hands sit in between us on my lap.

“Listen I know but we can-“ I cut him off.

“Please, Just once. Just now.”

His eyes stare at mine.

“Idamae.” He whispers, eyes glancing at my lips.

“Please Joel” I whisper back.

#americana #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedropascal #pedro #pedro pascal #angelbabyfanfic #pedro smut #fanfic

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m1ssunderstanding · 1 year ago

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Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day 21: The Concert

Every time they're not on camera I simultaneously feel so relieved for them and so upset that I don't get to watch. Messed up of me, but hey. Remember that slightly disturbing quote where Paul said he actually does believe he's kind of public property and he's fine with that?

He looks so determined. Like the fairy tale prince staring down the dragon or Enjolras about to hijack a funeral (Literally my baby was conceived after I watched this in IMAX so if that tells you anything about my feelings . . . I'm going to be annoying I'm sorry I can't help it)

Her legs look so good in those tights! I love that Mo came not because her boyfriend needs his mommy but because she wants to see them perform! Kissing her on the mouth right now.

Danger boy Paul!

Fun fact, I was this John for Halloween in 2021 to a college party. My hair was already like that, and I had dirty white keds and black jeans, so I just did fake sideburns, fake glasses, and a fake fur coat. I tried to get my best friend to be Paul. She wanted to be a hooker, and I was like “It’s the same thing!”

See, look at him and his whorish ways!

John’s little lip-bit smile. He’s so happy with himself nailing that solo. Cutie.

Cocky boys. As they should be. I love when they’re proud of their work together. Get Back is 95% just Looks between John and Paul, isn’t it?

John and Paul instantly jump into their little “humble working class entertainers” act. You know what just occurred to me? You know how they talked about the “rattle your jewelry” comment backstage and Paul dared John to say it? I wonder if they talked about the “audition” comment too.

It really is a beautiful thing they’re doing. It’s lovely, watching everyon leave their desk jobs and their shopping and whatever else to sit in their fire escapes and congregate in the street and huddle together on rooftops. It really is just like the happy end in a sixties zeitgeist movie.

All the girls nervous to be too enthusiastic after years of being made fun of themselves and watching others like them being mocked on TV. Let girls like things, damnit!

Mo jamming! I’m in love.

John mouthing Paul’s lyrics.

“Paul McCartney singing that. What a voice.” Literally me if time travel existed.

“And if SOMEBODY loved me like she does,” Well, it is good manners to look at the person you’re talking to, I guess. But you do have an audience, John. And a mic and a camera.

“Absolutely disrupt all the business in this area.” Yes! Get those blue meanies, boys!

“No lay rishi gahd blay bloojaygoo” should replace all the stupid quotes the Lennon estate puts on everything they sell. Then I’d actually want their shit. Paul trying to magic the words from his head into John’s there. Successfully, though.

That “Pleeeeeheeeeease” is one of the prettiest beatles vocal moments. I love it with all my heart. And clearly, so does Paul. Doing that thing he does, inappropriately thrusting into his bass.

Oh my gosh it’s the song Paul and John do together on tour right now!

That “Yyyyyeeeeeah, yeaaaaaah!” (I mean the whole song, the whole concert, but especially that) does things to me.

John’s extremely blurry, because he turned his head quick enough to give him whiplash there, sorry everyone. But look! They’re having the time of their lives! They just love performing together so much!

Everyone goes to check on their accumulating audience. (except Paul. Wonder what that’s about.)Ringo’s little pleasantly surprised smile is so so sweet!

It must be so fun for them to be performing One after 909 again after all these years. Bitter sweet with everything that’s changed since then.

LMAO Kevin thank you for your service!

He’s a silly cutie.

The mic in the street asking that girl if she’d like them to come back every lunchtime. Imagine if they did? How cute would that be? Like back to their cavern lunchtime shows. Maybe that could’ve saved them.

Them playing God Save the Queen reminds me of that story where Brian was like, “This bigger manager wants to buy your contract from me, and I just wanted to be straight with you. They could probably get better deals for you.” and they were like, “If you sell us to him we’re only playing God Save the Queen from that moment on.” It’s probably a fake story, but that’s what it made me think of.

I always think that quote of Paul’s is so strange, where he was like “I never got the chance to watch John while we were playing.” Like. What are you talking about, baby?

Literally “Uh. Yeah. Uh. Yeah.” Fucking his bass. Staring at John. Okay? And I’m not supposed to take that and run with it? I’m not supposed to assume from that that you want to fuck your songwriting partner?

I think he genuinely wants to get arrested. I really do. I think he wants them all to get arrested so they can finally be alone in a room together. A lovely cell for four. Just shimmying at them. And Billy looking at him like, Bro. What the fuck is wrong with you?

Paul’s “woo” and shimmy :: John’s “woo” and weird little kick move. And Paul looks so fond, of course.

God bless Mal for stalling those little fucks as long as humanly possible. And Debbie! “Don’t actually go on the roof because it’s overweight.” Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss!

Absolutely LOVE John and George turning their amps back on. That’s right. You guys are what’s keeping the country going at this point, so if you want to play on your roof they better let you play on your roof and say thank you.

All the times when they just simultaneously turn to each other. Like, yes, this is our que to stare hungrily into each other’s eyes.

My stomach just dropped at those words across the screen. “This was the Beatles’ last public performance.” We know, Peter Jackson. You don’t have to remind us. Jeez.

John and Paul’s two very different but equally important leadership roles in the band at work here at the end of the concert. John delivers his iconic line, makes everyone laugh, and seals the band’s last performance with a very tight bow. Meanwhile, Paul’s climbing the gate to bypass the crowd and schmooze the police out of arresting Mal.

THIS is sooo cute. Heads buried together and John’s very sweet, “‘s’matter? Hmm?”

George is so cute here in the control room afterward. No wonder they don’t listen to his not wanting to do things, honestly, if he acts like this after. “What’s the law say why you can’t do that? Well how disturbing the peace? Yeah, I’m for taking over London. And every rock group in the world all on different buildings, playing the same tune.” Adorable.

Poor John. It breaks my heart that he doesn’t think his little lyric flub is funny. He’s disappointed in himself. I wish he could see that that’s one of the things everyone loves about him. George was grinning ear to ear about it. For fuck’s sake, that’s one of the reasons Paul fell in love with you in the first place. If only John could see himself the way we see him, you know?

This little moment cracks me up. John always has to be mommy’s naughty little boy, and Yoko does a very sweet job of playing her part here.

Linda and Paul are so touchy and clingy and it’s very romantic and I love that Ringo joins in and makes fun of them.

The whole after-show glow for everyone was just so palpable and fantastic. I wish they could've gone on performing together. Clearly it made all of them very happy.

#and that's that #Apparently we've got a bonus day though that I forgot existed #so that's nice #Or not for anyone that was excited to not see these on your dash lol #tumblr live #paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #ringo starr #george harrison #get back

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lair-of-the-white-worm · 3 months ago

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Returned to the Oddworld tag after awhile away and saw your post about the "Abe is a pacifist he doesn't like using violence" take and-

(this ain't anon hate promise I know you've had some problems with that so let's get that out the way rn immediately)

That take is so utterly fascinating to me because I think what's happening here is a misunderstanding surrounding a trait of his he indisputably does have.

Namely- how much he hates this role destiny has chosen for him and how fucking stressed and anxious it makes him.

Every moment this guy is on screen doing hero stuff he's miserable about it. The original 1990s games had a bit more of a comical slant to it, but it was very much there. Soulstorm pulls no punches that he's freaking tf out and only holding it together because the lives of everyone he's ever loved depends on him pulling this wild shit off.

Now, because their captors won't just let 'em walk off, violence comes mandatory with the territory of being the promised hero. I think technically you can beat Soulstorm without killing, but there's no narrative consequence in either direction so I assume Abe did indeed kill people to manage what he did.

I don't think Abe hates killing people, necessarily. I mean like you said. Man LAUGHS. It's quiet but very much audible.

I think people assume that since figuring all this out is such a miserable experience for him, therefore, he must hate the dirtiest part of it- killing people. A thing that, to be fair, is not easy on the psyche. No matter how angry a person is, actually taking a life is A Lot. I can see where the logic train follows, even if I don't wholly subscribe to it. It doesn't help that he seems like a pretty kind, selfless person- yeah, he doesn't want to be doing any of this, but he genuinely cares about the others. He runs to comfort a dying stranger despite having only just gotten a bit of a lead in his frantic run through a BURNING CAVE from PEOPLE SHOOTING AT HIM. And apologies for not being able to save him! So much of Soulstorm is him worrying about other people. Folks don't tend to associate that kind of person with gleeful violence.

So, what exactly is Abe's relationship with violence? Hard to say! We get the quiet little laugh and that's it- could be anything from a stress response, the brain violently going WHAT THE FUCK UHHHHH MAKE NOISE, I GUESS in response to not knowing how to respond to watching a guy explode into meat nuggets. Could be a well I have to do this anyway so fuck it, I may as well enjoy what I can from this shitty experience and I'm not sorry about killing people that have abused and murdered us for years response.

The game makes it pretty clear he cares about what really matters, regardless, so it's fun seeing what particular characterization other people assume of him for this specific aspect of his personality, and how they make it fit with how we've seen him behave.

Anyway thank you for the opportunity to think on this aspect of him for a bit. I am very normal and sane about one (1) very anxious, tired blue man who needs a hug and a nap.

I don't even remember what post you're talking about anon lol but I appreciate the infodump! It's nice to hear other ppls takes. I'm assuming this was something I said offhandedly criticizing the old 2005 character bio for Abe, because that quote sounds like something from it.

Before I say anything further you have to keep in mind that Abes personality is staunchly different in Soulstorm. While he is still a reluctant hero, he's far from apathetic about it in Soulstorm. He's more confused and unsure than anything else, and the amount of times in that game where Toby and Alf, or the Keeper, need to step in and give him some insight kinda drills that home. Abe isn't really on his own anymore in Soulstorm. The pressure is very much still on, but he's not like, complaining about it? I don't know the right words to use. He's a lot more curious and actively wanting to be a savior figure, he's just so confused and unsure as to how.

In the original timeline, Abe is on his own for the most part. Yeah Alf and co help him cross the desert, but after that, Abe is back to doing everything on his own. He's angry. He's stressed out. And in Oddysee as well, he just learned that he's gonna be chopped up and sold as are his kin. Then he escapes and gets bombarded with the truth about his race. It's a lot at once. Like, in all honesty? Abe went postal. He's hucking literal grenades at sligs. He's lost it. He was just a janitor a day ago and now he's being told he's the goddamn messiah and if he doesn't follow his fate he and all his buddies are gonna die. Like, if I was him I wouldn't even take a MOMENT to consider the most nonviolent option. I'd consider the easiest. And I'd have no problem with a few casualties of the motherfuckers who have been beating the shit out of me and being racist to me my entire life. Abe has had enough and he has every right to be pissed.

Pacifist was never the right word to describe Abe. More like. An insurrectionist maybe, but he's far from organized. He wants a reform but also he wants a revolt. I mean, to be honest we don't really know much about what Abe wants. He's being told what his fate is and he's doing his best to follow it. If I were in his position, I'd be at a loss when it comes to rational descision making.

You have to remember as well, pacifism means non-violent. Even if Abe isn't killing, even if you were to somehow minimize any harm done to the sligs, Abe is still not a pacifist. In Oddysee, In Exoddus, in Munch, even in Soulstorm, he doesn't just harm people. He blows up buildings. He kills slogs that are in his way. He destroyes major structures. He is still going crazy with destruction even if he isn't doing any killing. And that's probably because he's scared! He's stressed! He's freaking the hell out! You stop caring about a lot of safety protocol when you're freaking the hell out.

Not to mention, Shrykull. While Shrykull is not Abe, it is still using Abe as a vessel, and its important to note that Shrykull is a god of balance. A god of creation and destruction. Just noting that there. While Abe may not have control of Shrykull, his body is still a vessel for a god that Breaks Shit.

Is abe a pacifist? Absolutely not. Does abe wish he was a pacifist? Also no. Abe wishes he didn't have to do any of this. Not because it involves violence but because his fellow Mudokon's lives are on the line. Abe is a wanted Mud. If he doesn't do any of this he's going to get killed. And then because he's been forced into the position he's in, his brothers will get killed. Its not that abes stressed out because he's having to enact violence. He's stressed out because if he doesn't act he and his brothers are Literally Going To Fucking Die. There's a lot on the line. And every tiny act of violence he does Increases My Chances Of Getting Killed. I'd be at my breaking point too. And I'd be getting rid of anybody in my way, and laughing to myself to cope with how much worse my life is becoming because of it and overwhelmingly traumatic the whole thing is.

Sorry I went off on a tangent there LOL. But yeah.

TL;DR: Abe is not a pacifist or an anarchist. He is a paranoid, vulnerable dude who was thrust into the shoes of "Saviour" and simply went postal because he didn't know what the hell else to do.

#oddworld #abe oddworld #i do be ramblin

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theadorableapprentice · 1 year ago

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If I Loved You Less

MC x Solomon Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 1,218

A/N: Wow! I finally got the will to write again! It's probably a bit OOC but whatever. I still think it's cute. I promise I have other stories planned that aren't just for Solomon. I will write about another character eventually.

You and Solomon had gotten yourselves into quite the situation, and you blame Satan. Well, not really, but it was you thinking of him that got you into this mess.

You had seen a book while at a little store Solomon took you to. It looked old and probably cursed. Sounded perfect for Satan. He’d love it! The only problem was it was on the top shelf and you couldn’t find anyone to help you grab it down. So of course, like the smart person you are, you tried to climb the shelf. It looked like it was connected to the wall, so you thought it was stable enough. And it worked for a minute.

“MC, what are you doing up there?” Solomon had asked with a sly grin.

That was all it took to startle you and cause you to fall backwards, still holding the book. Solomon caught you, and then suddenly, you were no longer in the store, which brings you back up to speed.

“Solomon… Where the hell are we, because it isn’t the Devildom.” You stared at the sky through the trees, which was bright blue with the sun in the sky.

Solomon was busy studying one of the trees you had appeared by. “Well, I can confirm this place is real, not an illusion.”

“Well, we should go try to find our way out of here before night falls. Which direction should we go?” You asked, looking around. It was just trees every direction you looked.

Solomon shrugged and started walking. “I have a feeling we should go this way.”

It didn’t take long before you came across a small cabin. “Should we knock and see if anyone’s home to help?” You asked. For some reason, you felt drawn to the cabin.

Without answering you, Solomon walked right up and knocked on the door, but it swung right open. “I take it nobody is home.”

“Solomon, be careful. It might be a trap!”

“Don’t worry MC. I don’t sense any magic in here. And this looks like our only chance at some sort of safety in this forest. It can’t be that bad.” With that, Solomon walked into the cabin. You stayed outside, nervous for him. “MC, come take a look at this,” Solomon called from inside the cabin.

You cautiously walked into the cabin and over to the kitchen counter that Solomon was standing by. There was a piece of paper on the counter. There were three quotes written on the paper, both of which you recognized.

The first read, “Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same...If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.” Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë. Strangely, this was exactly how you feel about Solomon.

The second read, “As I got to know you, I began to realise that beauty was the least of your qualities. I became fascinated by your goodness. I was drawn in by it. I didn’t understand what was happening to me. And it was only when I began to feel actual, physical pain every time you left the room that it finally dawned on me: I was in love, for the first time in my life.” Dangerous Liasions by Choderlos de Laclos. You didn’t know it, but this was exactly how Solomon felt about you.

The third read, “If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.” Emma by Jane Austen.

After reading the three quotes, you turned to look at Solomon. He looked like he was studying the paper and the quotes intently. He had the paper in one hand, and with his other he was holding his chin. A soft smile crossed your face.

Solomon looked up at you. “I am guessing the book you were grabbing in the store was cursed and when I touched you while you were holding the book, it transported us here. This is a clue about how to get home, is my best guess. The book is clearly one that has love as a theme. Now we just need to figure out what it wants for us to go home.”

You guys spent days at that cabin trying to determine what should have been obvious to you both. But it was nice, this slice of domesticity with Solomon.

There was only one bed in the cabin so you two had to share. You enjoyed waking up everyday to his sleeping face with his arm around your waist. He always looked so peaceful in his sleep. As if there wasn’t anything troubling him. But why would there be? He was sleeping next to the only person he truly trusts and he has them in his arms.

You avoided Solomon cooking for you by asking him to work on figuring out the paper. But getting to cook things for Solomon was nice. And somehow, the cabin always had the ingredients for exactly what you wanted to cook. The two of you washing dishes next to each other was comforting in a way.

Slowly, over the week, you guys stopped paying as close attention to the meaning of the paper, enjoying just living in each other’s company and getting a break from the outside world. That was, until Solomon made a horrible joke.

“God, that was awful Solomon. You’re lucky I love you.” The words just came out without you thinking about them.

“MC… Did you just-” Solomon cut himself off. “That’s it… That’s the third quote.”

“What’s the third- oh… Oh.”

You and Solomon look at each other. “The second quote, it’s how I-”

You cut Solomon off. “The first quote, it’s how I feel about you too.”

“I think the book wants us to stop dancing around our feelings and finally admit we love each other.” Solomon was looking at you. His gaze was intense but soft at the same time. You didn’t know how he could do that.

“I think you’re right… So I’ll go first. Solomon, I am completely, unequivocally in love with you. Your turn.”

Solomon hesitated. “MC… Could you be happy here with me?” Solomon didn’t want to go home. He didn’t want all of your time to be taken up by the brothers and the royals again. He wanted a world where you were happy and with him.

“Yes, I could… But Solomon, we don’t belong here.”

“Could we just stay a little longer? I just want you to be happy with me for a little longer.” Solomon almost looked vulnerable.

You gave him a small, soft smile. “Solomon, I could be happy with you anywhere. Let’s go home.”

Solomon nodded, a smile crossing his face. “MC, you have my whole heart. I love you too.”

There was a flash of light and you were back in the store, in Solomon’s arms and holding the book.

“Remind me to not just randomly touch cursed looking books next time. As great as that was, we’re lucky we didn’t end up inside out or something.”

You laughed, looking up at him. He smiled and leaned his head down to kiss you. Yeah, you were gonna keep this book for yourself.

#obey me #obey me solomon #obey me x reader #obey me solomon x reader #If I Loved You Less

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louis--wifey · 6 months ago

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Incorrect quotes with Texas, his kids, and some of California's kids.

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Austin: It’s Christmas! Are you all in a Christmas mood?!

Dallas: Merry crisis.

Houston: Jingle bells, jingle bells, single all the way.

San Antone: Hoe hoe hoe.

Austin: Guys, please.

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Dallas: I am the left brain, I am the left brain. "I work really hard until my inevitable death" brain. You've got a job to do, you better do it right and the right way is with the left brain's might.

Houston: I LIKE OREOS AND PUSSY-

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San Francisco : Where are you going?

Dallas: To get MYSELF a gift cause somebody didn't get me one!

San Francisco : I told you I did! Its coming here on Friday!

Texas, knowing full well that San Francisco got Dallas an engagement ring: *eating popcorn*

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Dallas: I'm bored.

Sacramento : Wanna commit first degree murder?

Dallas: Sure!

San Antone, hearing them: No- Stop, don't do that! Put that knife down! Put Austin down!!

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Texas: I committed all 7 deadly sins in 30 minutes.

San Antone: Wow, I've gotta hear this.

Texas: I was angry and envious of my neighbor so I lazily seduced his wife and ate all his groceries and didn't share.

San Antone: You forgot pride.

Texas: No, I'm pretty proud of this.

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Austin: How do I ask someone out?

San Antone: Roses are red, violets are blue, guess what, my bed has room for two.

Austin: No!

Houston: Twinkle twinkle little star, we can do it in a car.

Austin: Stop!

Dallas: Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily I can make you scream.

Austin: I feel like the last one is verging dangerously into serial killer territory.

OMG I LOVE THIS I JUST LOVE INCORRECT QUOTES. If you don't mind I am going to be adding more to this. I read what you sent and it seems like all of them are adults so here is them as children/teenagers (?).

California, to their server: Can we get the bill, please.

Austin, singing: AAA CAN WE GET THE BILL!!!

California: Austin, inside voice.

Austin, singing quieter: Aaa can we get the bill!

Texas: Is Say-say gonna eat that chip?

California: No, I think she's done.

Texas: *takes the chip off her plate*

Sacramento, coming back from the bathroom: Hey, where's my chip?

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California, singing to the radio in the passenger seat: She caught me on the counter

Austin: It wasn't me!

California: Saw me banging on the sofa

Austin: It wasn't me!

California: I even had her in the shower

Austin: It wasn't me!

California: She even caught me on camera

Austin: It wasn't-

Texas: *turns the radio off*

California: Hey!

Texas: I'm sorry, do you think this song is appropriate for the nine-year-old in the back?

California: Oh please, he doesn't understand any of it. Austin what's this song about?

Austin: Doing it on the bathroom floor, getting caught and lying so you don't get in trouble.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Texas, teaching Houston how to shoot: Squeeze the trigger like you love it. Gentle. Steady. Nice and slow.

Houston: You gonna shoot this thing or get it pregnant?

~~~~~~~~~

Sacramento, after braid Texas's hair with colorful extensions: Do you or do you not feel bonita?

Texas, in a monotone voice: I feel bonita

Sacramento: Wondering, because you look bonita!

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Los Angeles, crying: My earring came off in the ocean and it's gone

San Antone: Angie, there is people that are dying

~~~~~~~~~

Los Angeles: I HATE YOU!!!!!

Austin: OH? WELL NEXT TIME DON'T STEAL MY MONOPOLY!

California: Angie, give Austin your 200 dollar you landed on his property.

Los Angeles: HE'S IN JAIL IM NOT GONNA GIVE MONEY TO A CRIMINAL!

Austin: That's not how you PLAY!

Dallas: Daddy, what is brother screaming?

California: Shut the fuck up, Dallas. You don't get to talk after stealing my LAST RAILROAD!

Austin: I WISH I WAS NEVER BORN!

California: ME TOO! YOU THINK I WANTED THIS?!

Austin: *screaming*

~~~~~~~~~~

*California & Houston going grocery shopping*

California: Could you grab me an extra-virgin-

Houston: I think one’s enough for the sacrifice.

Caly: Olive oil, Houston.

Houston: Come on. That’s funny.

California: Oh, its funnier than your freestyle sandwich rap.

~~~~~~~~~

San Francisco: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. we hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it

Texas: Francisco no

Dallas: Mistlefoe

Texas: Please stop encouraging him

#wttt #welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #wttt california #wttt texas

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DEATH SCREEN INCORRECT QUOTES BECAUSE I HAVE A FEW OKAY

I made them every now and then together with my gf @kaihoney but given I've now found another fan of that ship why not post my weird brain children? Anyways, enjoy!

Micah: will you be the angle to my debil? ;3

Casper: i think you misspelled angel and devil. also i'm neither.

Casper: i am at a loss for words!

Micah: despite being lost for words Casper yelled at me for the next 45 minutes

Micah: Change is inedible.

Casper: Don't you mean inevitable?

Micah, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

Casper: You often use humor to deflect trauma

Micah: Thank you

Casper: I didn't say that was a good thing

Micah: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny

Casper: *holding a bottle* Is this whiskey or perfume?

Micah: *chugs entire bottle*

Micah: It’s perfume.

Micah: your uber instincts cant handle my uber autism

Micah: am i boring? Sure. Social skills? None. But i'm loyal if you feed me and i will never leave you because, well, i need the food.

Micah: you wanna take things up to the bedroom?

Casper: sure. ...what's up there?

Micah: btw did you bring protection?

Casper: WHY WHATS UP THERE!?

Casper: hold on, Micah's calling. Hello?

Micah: how do you say uh corn in cantonese?

Casper: sok mai?

Micah HAHA SOK MAI NUTS *hangs up*

Casper: ... Well Micah's not my boyfriend anymore.

Casper: so how was your day?

Micah: i want you

Casper: WHAT

Casper to Micah: sunshine

Micah to Casper: angel

Casper: ...but i'm not a-

Micah: just take it 🙏

Micah: i heard someone say my name two times im starting to hallucinate

Casper: no its me outside, want some muffins

Micah: what kind

Casper: zucchini, but they taste like banana nut

Micah: BANANAS CAN NUT??

Casper: nevermind

Micah: my names Micah with a b and i've been scared of insects my entire life

Casper: what? Where's the b-

Micah: THERES A BEE?!

Micah: i learned some valuable lessons from this

Casper: i'm guessing they're all terrible distortions of the lessons you should've taken away

Micah: death isn't real and i'm basically god

Casper: there's a thin line between being a genius and an idiot.

Casper: Micah uses that line like a fucking jumprope

Micah: you can easily end an arguement by saying "shut up nerd"

Casper: i dont think its that easy-

Micah: SHUT UP NERD

Casper: what's your wifi Passwort

Micah: "I"

Casper: "I"

Micah: "love"

Casper: "love"

Micah: "you"

Casper: "you"

Micah: "Casper"

Casper: well that's kinda weird

Micah: what

Casper: my name's Casper

Micah: yeah

Casper: did you make it that to be funny because you knew i was coming over

Micah: no it's been that for like 4 years

Casper: we've been friends about 4 years though

Micah: our anniversary is the 14th :D

Casper: see, that's what i'm talking about. I think you have the wrong idea about us. We're friends.

Micah: okay. Well, i had reservations at chilli's to celebrate but... If it's too weird i'd cancel

Casper: well, you dont have to cancel...

Micah: ohhhh you wanna go to chilli's~

Casper: i wanna go to chilli's.

Micah: okay :3

Casper: i wanna get fajitas.

Micah, whispering: i love you~

Casper: what is this *holds a pride flag*

Micah: *also holds one* i dunno all i know its not red white and blue! so we gotta fix it we gotta change it

Casper: *drawing* red white n blue... like this? *holds up the american flag*

Micah: yessir pardner thats the way to go! *looks down at his* PARDNER I THINK I FUCKED UP I MADE THE FRENCH FLAG

Micah: if i cut of my foot and smack you with it, am i hitting or kicking you?

Casper: youll most likely mentally scar me more than anything

Micah: if you cut off your leg, would it hurt?

Casper: obviously

Micah: but where would the pain be?

Casper: in your le- ...oh my god.

Micah: EXACTLY.

Micah: "kill them with kindness 🩷🩷🩷" WRONG LOBOTOMY 🧠🧠🧠⛏️⛏️⛏️⛏️⛏️

Micah: ITS SOUL BABY TIME :D

Casper: oh for the love of-

Casper: everytime i talk to you im left confused, no one talks to me like you do

Micah: omg stop love bombing meee

Casper: thats not a compliment- you scare me

Micah: I turned out perfectly fine!

Casper: Sunshine, this morning you thought a ghost made your toast

Micah: I DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN!!!

Micah: nice ass, sorry about the mental illness tho

Casper: thanks

Micah: how do i approach him- just say anything?

Caspian: say anything!

Micah, to Casper: Your ass makes me forget about my abusive dad

Casper: Hey, about that love letter you sent me-

Micah: *blushes* What are your thoughts?

Casper: The fourth sentence-

Micah: Yeah, that’s where I got really emotional and I-

Casper: It’s “you’re” not “your”.

Casper: being a guy in love with a guy is not always cute or romantic or soft or tender. Sometimes it's pushing your boyfriend's face away while yelling because you have VIRAL BRONCHITIS and he tries to kiss you knowing this because he's a HIMBO with no sense of SELF PRESERVATION.

Casper: Update! Micah got Bronchitis. YOU'LL NEVER GUESS HOW.

#these are all i found that have been made ever since like November #Anyway enjoy!#adwd #a date with death #adwd casper #error 143 #Casper x Micah #Death screen #incorrect quotes

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oh my god, literally on my knees for kindergarten teacher! dick grayson, you genius

he's got the fun class, his class is always up for mischief

all you hear if you walk past his classroom, is little giggles from his students

whenever it's one of his students birthday's, he'll always have a gift ready for them

his kiddos love story time, because as I quote "Mr Grayson does the funniest voices"

now the first time you met him, is when your daughter Lily is a new student (moving to a new city is daunting for a little girl and her single mum)

being the new kid is daunting, let alone when you're in kindergarten, but Dick made sure to make sure she's welcomed into his class

he has a special lolly jar for when the kiddos get rewarded for something good

he figured that's a sure way to get her to be less shy

at the end of the school day, she was all smiles and giggles. Bouncing on the spot near Dick, while seeing you walk towards the two of them

Dick's eyes widen as he first saw you, you literally took his breath away

when you bent down to your daughters level and smothered her in kisses while hugging her, he couldn't help but melt and smile at the scene

"Lily made a lot of friends and just between you and me, I kind of got her to open up with some lollies"

finally looking up, you were greeted with the most dashing smile and ocean blue eyes that gazed at you softly. This man was downright pretty

both of you trying to keep your composure, as you both looked at each other

introducing each other with soft smiles and a handshake, you both swore you felt an electric zap run through you as your fingers touched

from there you always made sure to arrive at least 10mins early for after school pick up time, just to get the chance to talk to him

it starts out with small things, asking how about each others day, funny things that happened in his class, to asking what's happening on the weekend

one day, when you were dropping Lily off to her class, she handed you a small bunch of lilies, slyly saying it's for Mr. Grayson. As you watch her run to her friends and giggle (our little matchmaker)

walking up to Dick, you tapped his shoulder, and once again you're mesmerised by those blue eyes

"...are those for me?"

shyly nodding and handing him the flowers "Lilies, because well I guess you can tell they're my favourite because of Lily"

hearing that laugh instantly made you feel warm, wanting nothing more than to always hear it, every morning and every night

it wasn't until the end of the school week that Dick finally got the courage to ask you out

the classic, dinner, movie and the late night dessert spot

you two sitting across from each other in the booth at the ice cream shop, his eyes are sparkling as he listens to you

leaning across from the table, he reached for the little bit of whipped cream on the corner of your lips

"....there...." he whispered as he licked the whipped cream off his thumb

your breath hitched as you watched him

"Dick....?"

"Yeah sweetheart?"

"Kiss me"

your first kiss was as sweet as the ice cream, soft but delicate

it's 3 months when he asked you to be official, of course with the help of Lily

the moment you two told her, she couldn't help but giggle and say confidently "you're welcome, can I be the flower girl for the wedding?"

you both said I love you during a quiet night where he spent the night at your place, cuddling and talking about whatever came to mind

when you have a day off, you stop by his classroom and have lunch together

a lot of sneaky make out sessions (it's hard when you have a 5 year old in the apartment)

the night when Lily is with her grandma, that's when you and Dick had a romantic dinner, he cooked. With you distracting him with kisses on his neck, a few pecks and hands roaming under his shirt

he was soft and gentle when you two made love for the first time

#dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #nightwing #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson headcanon #nightwing imagine #nightwing headcanon #dick grayson x you #nightwing x you #kindergarten teacher!dick grayson #candice writes #;babies ask

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sleepyheadnat · 11 days ago

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Guess who binge-watched Murder Drones? I diiiiid.

Ok, ok, I feel like talking about the show in a little more depth because a bunch of my dear mutuals are big fans of the show. I actually decided to watch it because of them—after seeing so much fanart reblogged or even made by them.

The TLDR of my opinion is: it's a cool show, I liked it. For the longer take, read on.

I'll start off with the bad so we can get it done quick and move on to the good. Because so many of my friends love this show, criticizing it in a place they probably will read is not fun (╥u╥). So here goes nothing:

The tonal whiplash was way too jarring and took me out of the experience constantly, especially in the first few episodes. To be fair, this was probably intentional. I think they were going for humor, but it kinda fell flat for me—I was too busy trying to rationalize how everyone in that universe is so nonchalant to their acquaintances dying brutal deaths in front of them (maybe they know it's okay as long as their heart is intact? or maybe I was not supposed to think too hard about it. that's probably it). This is more of a personal incompatibility, I think: the show's overreliance on violence and disturbing topics to create its humor ended up making me disturbed—not in the fun, intended way, but in a "this actually makes me uncomfortable" way. The whole scene with the baby cutting N open while N cheers them on is a good example of this.

Aside from that, the pacing felt a little too fast for me to keep up, and important information was presented in a way that was not very clear. For example: I did not even notice Tessa was not Tessa, but Cyn/The Solver masquerading as her; I only realized that because a comment under the video pointed it out. This might be a skill issue, but my poor brain could barely keep up with what was happening hahaha.

Ok, now on to the good stuff, because, despite all I pointed out, there is a lot to love about MD:

The cool factor in this show is off the charts. From the first few minutes of the very first episode, I was sold on that; the Disassembly Drones with their wings wide open, the glowing Xs on their faces, that was seriously cool (which is a feat in and on itself, considering their faces are essentially the XD emoticon). That segues nicely into my next point: the character designs (especially in the Disassembly and Solver Drones) are awesome. I love the usage of their screen-faces to show emoticons and images—that was such a fun detail that made the animation (which is really good by the way) all that more delightful to look at. Using it to show text was also very cool and led to some of the more memorable moments in the show.

The iconography is—no pun intended—iconic. From the Solver's symbol to Nori's choker, etc. Quotes like "Die mad", "Fight back" and "Golden Retrievers have gentle mouths" will be forever ingrained in my brain, I tell you.

The horror is very effective when it wants to be. Going back to the tonal whiplash, the show quickly desensitizes you to robot gore, but that makes the very rare human gore very effective. The first time I got to see (Cyn/The Solver using) Tessa's black and blue and bloody very human body, I was terrified. Also, Cyn/The Solver digging into N's chest while chanting "Let me in" over and over had no right being that disturbing.

The characters who are not just canon fodder are all developed well and are pretty likeable. Uzi is a surprisingly nice take on the teenager-archetype/stereotype, and was probably one of, if not the first time I managed to actually see my teen-self in one of these characters. Doll is my fave though. I legitimately thought she was just going to be a "Russians are hardcore" joke character, but no—my girl does so much. A lot of bad stuff she should not have done, also. And a lot of stuff I did not understand—going back to the pacing point I mentioned earlier. I'm already planning on rewatching the show to try and actually understand what happened hahaha.

Also, random P.S.: My interpretation is that Cyn's not the bad guy, just the first host to the Solver. That's what I hope at least hahaha—she was adorable, and I loved her dynamic with N.

Random P.P.S: Is it just me, was Cabin Fever kind of a nothing burger? Aside from establishing the changes in Uzi as she fully transforms into a Solver Drone, kinda nothing happens...?

#my post #murder drones #my writing #<- for more thought out posts

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hellostarposts · 19 days ago

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Episode 70 - Book of the Dead

Masato Murray

He definitely inherited a Lietner book.

This title is also giving The Mummy (with Brendan Fraser) flashbacks. Not bad ones though.

9th December 2003

So Phil was an acquaintance.

Is this one of the books that Mary was talking about? And no I didn’t write down the description of those books.

“Life is a current which cannot be fought. It is a march with one destination. You cannot seese your step, nor move your course to one that skirts the journey’s termination.” Quote at the start of the journal.

“You have already read too much” Note written underneath the above quote in blue pen.

Handwritten Latin.

Takes roughly 20 pages for it to change to “old english”. Unconfirmed but similar to The Canterbury Tales. Which we have mentioned before in The Bone Turner Tales.

Julian is the main character and that bitch is dead. Might also have someone named Death?

Christopher, 1592, dragged through town by a horse. Then the horse curb stomped him.

This just sounds like the notes of a crime scene journalist. But maybe like a death note thing, I doubt it though.

No natural deaths but it did adapt to the changing times.

Oh! How did I not guess that the book was “predicting” how the reader would die. That’s so fun!

He didn’t clue in to what the book's deal was.

2014? When in 2003? That's generous.

Definitely a traumatic way to die however. Getting hit by a car and being impaled by a tree? Ouch.

“I just won’t go to Lancashire” Level headed response until you forget because 11 years is a long time.

Researching the deaths is not a level headed response.

Book is on a first name basis with the people it killed.

Alexander, 1983, was stabbed 7 times in bed and then his throat slit.

The book was offended by the level headed response and released an update asap.

This is definitely some SCP stuff.

Dude you’re pissing it off by opening it. That’s why it keeps shortening the time.

I assume that the book also creates a will so that the book is passing on.

Unconfirmed if it is Lietner connected.

Not-Sasha is having those issues because its not her. How does the computer know but not you guys?

It's slightly comforting that (assuming it's a fingerprint) the mimics aren’t able to get a fingerprint down.

Additionally, I guess that unless Sasha had stupidly written down her passwords on a sticky note and stuck it to her computer. How would the mimic know said passwords? Because they don’t get the memories of the person they’re copying, right? Unless they can learn through osmosis.

Supplemental

Well duh books. You should know the power of words.

So Jurgen Lietner was simply the first to collect a bunch of them and distribute them?

Tunnel expeditions!

Second level discovery. Someone was burning shit.

Confirmed that the key of solomon was burned in that room.

One of the best descriptions of one of these cursed books we’ve gotten. At least in my opinion. I know that this isn’t going to be the last time that we hear of this book. I can’t wait until we find out whose hands it falls into next.

More importantly, when do we get the Not-Sasha reveal. I’m over only getting fed crumbs. Why is it only Melanie and the technology who knows what’s up. That’s the only part that is making me think that it’s not those mimic things because why does Not-Sasha look nothing like real sasha but the guys don’t notice. Unless the explanation is just that they are men.

The tunnel expeditions gave us NOTHING. Except that Gertrude burned stuff, which isn’t surprising at all.

#the magnus archives #the magnus pod #tma first listen #tma predictions #tma analysis #jonathan sims #tma reaction #tma season two #jurgen leitner #not-sasha #sasha james #tma book of the dead #mag 70

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serpercival · 2 months ago

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Get to Know Your Mutuals

tagged by @alohawhore!

what's the origin of your blog title?

Trapper quote! From the pilot

otp(s) + shipname(s):

BEEJTRAPHAWKKKKK. Traphawk is a close second. I think BJ provides a really good balance, though;I generally think Trapper needs variety or he goes insane and giving him a second-long term partner—particularly one who's going to spend time with Hawkeye when Trap's out cruising on his own, because he needs to—keeps him sane. Punnitraphawk's the same to me but if I'm writing stuff on my own I generally don't worry a whole ton about the offscreen wives

favourite colour:

Pink!

song stuck in your head:

funnily enough. Stuck In My Head by Forrest Day

weirdest habit/trait:

I put hot sauce on goldfish crackers, does that count?

hobbies:

WRITING. crochet and board games as well!

if you work, what's your profession?

working on my associates degree <3

if you could have any job you wish, what would it be?

uhhhh. macrodata refinement without all that bad stuff. do you get what I mean. I just want to put numbers in boxes.

Legit I want to and am looking forward to doing data entry temp work

something you're good at:

Crochet amigurumi! I'm good at making stuff look nice without a pattern.

something you hate:

what people consider merging speed

something you collect:

w. wayne rogers movies. Also dice

something you forget:

EVERY FUCKIN THING my brain is a sieve

what's your love language:

I had to go take a quiz but quality time apparently

favourite movie/show:

Groundhog Day and MASH

favourite food:

I think the thing I end up eating most often is chicken wings just because those are a safe food for me texture-wise and you can get them at almost any restaurant

favourite animal:

Manatees and foxes :3 we can take a wild guess at when I picked that second one up but I was at Blue Springs, Florida when I was ~8 and got to touch a manatee! We definitely weren't supposed to but they were very friendly fucking surprised us swimming because they were ridiculously early in the season. Turns out it's not easy not to touch a manatee if the manatee wants to touch you.

what were you like as a child:

Weird 👍 not that I'm not weird now. Also very angry.

favourite subject at school:

English!

least favourite subject:

Civics

what's your best character trait?

Creativity, I hope!

what's your worst character trait?

Insecurity

if you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?

Wish I didn't live with my parents 👍

if you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

sigh. I wish I had a better answer but hyperfixation brain would really like to talk to Wayne Rogers

tagging @hballegro @remyfire @trappper-johnathan @hearteyespierce @goofo @eddie-redcliff @emsposterwall @erikraven if any of you feel like doing it! Open to anyone else as well <3

#ask games

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comingyourlugubriousness · 1 year ago

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I wrote this a long time ago for Twst SMAU. Some lore on how Ghost King! Idia and Mario!Yume meet! I have a general plot planned, but right now I'm working on Ghost Marriage lore so I'm not sure when I'll get around to it! I have lots of fun with this au though! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)

Enjoy! Writing under the cute!

Title: Ghost King Join's the Party!

Length: 6.5k words

“Whe he he!~ It’s finally finished!” Idia giggled, his sinister laughter echoing throughout the dark, cold dungeon.

“This is gonna be the one for sure, no way he gets out of this one!” He assured himself, and himself alone as there was no other soul in the room with him. His ghostly underlings were all at their posts; awaiting the expected arrival of one, said Yuuta Midori. Idia sighed, his brows furrowing at the thought of his rival.

During their last encounter Yuuta had “beaten” him…that part wasn’t…really uncommon. Yuuta interrupting his plans was a constant plague on his life to the point where he was genuinely worried about the amount of free time Yuuta had. But, even though Idia never won their encounters in a literary sense he had always gotten what he needed to do.

Sure, Yuuta may have stopped him from summoning an undead army, but he had gotten away with the necromantic book he needed with the spell. So in a way he was the true “winner” in their game. That is until last time….

Absent-mindedly, he touched the top of his head. A place where his family’s crown was supposed to be sitting.

“How annoying…freaking goodie goodie…” He grumbled to himself. Idia got careless with their last encounter. When trying to steal those parts for his machines he ended up losing his crown.

“It wasn’t my fault!” He groaned aloud, drearily pacing back and forth as he talked to himself.

“Those Toads wouldn’t sell anything to me! Just because I had some “terrifying and scary Boo's” with me.” He put finger quotes and rolled his eyes as hard as he could.

“So what if they scared a few people!?” He shrugged. “I needed the parts way more than them!” He pointed at himself indignantly, as if he was having an intense debate with someone.”They weren’t utilizing the parts to their full potential! Just letting them rust away in a corner because they were too STUPID to see its value!” He growled, the long blue flames of his hair blazing a harsh red for a second as he kicked a loose rock on the floor.

Idia yelped as it actually kinda of hurt his foot…

“But would that wannabe anti-hero with a mom complex hear me out?! Noooooo of course not!~ Cuz I’m just the gross, creepy, shut-in who lives with dead people!!” He complained dramatically, hopping up and down on one foot until the pain subsided. Idia’s voice simply echoed off the empty walls of his family's old castle dungeon. Only the slight jangling of chains in the wind through the cracks in the walls responded back to him…He stood there for a few moments soaking in the lonely silence as his face went passive and expressionless.

It was fine…he was used to it by now…

Idia sighed, feeling ashamed that he was once again getting himself so worked up in a conversation by himself. How pathetic…

“Well…I guess it doesn’t matter. Once I capture that wannabe hero, I’ll make him give me back my crown.” He grinned widely at the idea, his sharp teeth on full display.

“We just have to-Hm?” He stopped, hearing a notification sound from his tablet. He lifted his cloak, sticking his hand through it to the pocket dimension inside and pulling out of his tablet. Unlocking it to check his security cameras feeds.

“What the-?!” Idia’s brows furrowed and he leaned forward; hunching close to the screen.

There he saw a chaotic scene; dozens of his Boo subjects all scattering around, panicked expressions on their faces. They all flitted about, desperately finding places to hide and disappearing into old furniture. Through the blurs of barely transparent ghosts he could see the rooms of his family’s castle were a wreck, more so than usual, as if battles had taken place. Remnants of his puzzles and traps that he had so strategically placed were either rendered obsolete or smashed to smithereens.

Did Yuuta do this?? It usually took him longer to solve Idia’s traps and he NEVER scared any of his subjects like this, usually they did the scaring!

Idia watched as one Boo ran right into one of his security cameras cracking the lens. What was his name…? Herbert? Idia wasn’t sure. He was never good at recognizing all their faces and remembering their names… it was always Ortho who…

His train of thought was interrupted as someone stepped in the camera frame.

Due to the crack in the camera lens, Idia couldn’t make out any details, but he saw the Boo shriek and scrambled to get away. A blurred motion approaching the camera was the last thing he saw before it was busted. The camera feed going offline.

Idia winced and sneered in annoyance thinking about how he’d have to replace that camera now. Though he felt himself beginning to sweat as he cycled through the other camera feeds, trying to identify or even catch a glimpse of his intruder. But he never could, they were always just out of sight of the camera angles or moving too fast for him to get a clear picture. Just a red blur? He swallowed hard; he couldn’t help but notice that the cameras he was following were getting closer and closer to his current location.

“Gah, geez what’s with this horror movie atmosphere!” He bemoaned, growling in frustration as another camera was destroyed, just one room away from the dungeon he was currently standing in. A few seconds later he heard a bang from outside the door.

“Wha-! O-oh forget this!” He said, closing his tablet and stuffing it in his cloak.

“N-n-nothing w-wrong with a strategic retreat! H-hehe?” he said to himself, laughing, nervously as he hurried to gather his tools and keys.

*THUMP*

He jumped in place and failed to hold back a high pitched shriek, his tools falling around his feet; as the heavy wooden dungeon door entrance was suddenly struck.

“O-Oh! Oh, shit!” Idia looked around frantically. The banging on the door continued relentlessly. It wouldn’t hold forever.

Usually he would just phase through the walls to escape, but that was impossible here. The dungeon was designed to imprison even ghosts. He could try to take this threat head on, but without his crown his powers were so nerfed he could BARELY use them to fight. He let out a nervous noise, stepping around his trap's trigger, and cramming himself into a corner of one of the dungeon cells, crudely kicking an ancient skeleton aside as he did.

With one final *thunk* the dungeon door fell off its hinge, a cloud of dust puffing up and a deafening bang reverberated off the old stone walls. Idia cautiously peeked from his hiding spot, looking to see this new enemy…

“Whoa~!” Yume yelped as they fell through the door. A small ‘oof’ escaping them as they tripped on the door.

“Oww…” They groaned into the hard wood where they face planted. Maybe they used a little too much force on that last swing? They thought, clumsily stumbling to their feet. They gently dusted themselves off, taking extra care to clean their monogrammed hat. Yu went to adjust their glasses only to realize they weren’t on their face.

“Ah, my glasses!” They panicked for a second looking around the dark room until they found them only a few feet away. They sighed in relief, putting them back on and taking stock of their surroundings.

Yume glanced around the room, which looked to be a dungeon of sorts. A majority of the area was shrouded in shadows; only a bit of light coming from dull torches of blue flames. They could hear the slight jingling of chains as the cold air drifted through the room. Yume grimaced, their knees buckling for a second at the idea of exploring this creepy place.

Ugh! They should have gotten a flashlight like Yuuta told them. They jogged in place for a moment to calm their nerves. I’ll be okay, just some dumb little creep, I can take him! His puzzles weren’t even that difficult! Yume took a deep breath to calm down. Their face settling into one of determination.They would be fine, they just had to keep their guard up.

With that thought in mind they grabbed the handle of their hammer, pulling it from where it was wedged into the door. The old sturdy wood splintered under the head of the iron hammer head and they made a small noise of effort as they lifted the blunt weapon over their shoulder.

“Eek-!” An unknown noise echoed in the chamber.

Yume whipped their head around towards the direction of the noise, but all they could see was darkness. Their first instinct was to call out, but they hesitated for a moment. Was it an enemy? Or…maybe someone who needed help? They bit their lip unsure if they should speak…

“Hellooo? Is someone there?” They called out, their voice echoing across the chamber. They felt slightly silly at how much they sounded like a dumb horror movie victim. But if someone was here then…well…it’s not like they hadn’t heard Yu come in.

Yume waited a few seconds, but got no response. They let out a breath through their nose…guess I have to do this the hard way. With that final thought, Yu tightened their grip on their hammer as they slowly and methodically began searching the room .

Idia held his hands over his mouth. Shit that was close!! He hadn’t meant to make that noise! He scolded himself for acting like a dumb protag in horror movies, the very ones he always rolled his eyes at!

‘C’mon think, Idia think, you're better than those idiot normie throw away characters!’ He swallowed hard, finding it difficult to focus as he heard the intruder stepping around in and opening doors in the other cells. Each time getting closer and closer to his current location.. He couldn’t run away, the enchantment on the dungeon walls prevented even ghosts from phasing through them and if he tried to run through the open entrance they would definitely see him!

The footsteps came closer.

He could try to fight but without his crown he was severely underleveled! He didn’t know the stats of this intruder yet, but if what he saw on the camera was any indication they were not just some random noob! He could easily get K.O’d if he wasn’t careful!

The creak of the cell door next to his opened.

Gah-! He was running out of time he-! Idia felt himself start to hyperventilate.

The footsteps were right outside the cell.

He hated this, why couldn’t people just leave him alone!? Is what he was doing really such a crime?! He just wanted to be left alone! Why couldn’t they leave him alone? He wished he was anywhere else, he wished Ortho was here, he wished he could just disappear from the face of this earth for good!

Idia heard the door to the cell creak open and he gasped. Blinking away the tears and instinctually cowering and covering his face to hide. His bloodline powers activated automatically, making him invisible where he stood.

He held his breath as the intruder stepped around the cell, he could hear them, walking around towards each corner carefully until they got to his. They were so close, Idia could tell without even seeing them. Cautiously, he peeked through his fingers, trying to see this interloper up close…

Big brown eyes stared directly at him and he almost screamed in shock, but caught himself as he realized they couldn’t actually see him. He felt his face heat up in embarrassment, avoiding eye contact regardless.

He moved his fingers aside just a bit to see them more fully.

Idia wasn’t sure what he expected, maybe a huge monster or a large buff dude but…instead this person was actually rather short…? Glasses resting on their rosy round cheeks, wavy curls framing a soft face, and a small pout their plump lips as they carefully examined the corner he was hiding in. Huh? Who…? His eyes trailed down, catching a familiar attire

Short overalls and a monogrammed hat? Yuuta wore something like this though in a different way…was this person…related to him in some way? Did he send them? Idia thoughts raced, his curiosity starting to overtake his anxiety.

If that was the case then…it's possible that they weren’t that much stronger than Yuuta… maybe they were even more of a scardy cat then him? At the thought a mischievous sharp tooth grin split on his face as he got an idea. A way to get this nuisance out of his hair AND avoid a fight with some NPC of unknown lvl. He just had to do what Boo’s did best.

As the person turned away from the corner, stepping over something and kneeling down to examine the entrance to the cell, Idia saw his chance.

Idia released his breath, making himself visible and with all the remaining strength he had left called upon his power to shift into his ghostly form. He felt his figure grow, his wispy cloak merging with his body. His tongue lolled out of his mouth as his mouth unhinged, displaying his rows of razor sharp teeth, his face twisting and distorting in an unsettling nightmarish visage. He loomed over his capture, now turned victim. Idia took a deep breath as he prepared himself to let out an unholy scream and hopefully scared them to death.

He took a step forward, getting closer and closer, waiting for just the right moment…

**Click**

Idia looked down with wide eyes, seeing the trigger of the trap release. Oh n-

Idia couldn’t even finish his thought as the trapped sprung and he yelped as metal sheets on the floor quickly folded up around him, locking him in a metal box. He couldn’t even scream as the small area encased him, forcing him to fold his body like a tetris piece just to fit.

“AHH-! WHAT THE FUCK!” He heard the intruder scream, then a loud metal thunk hit the trap.

“S-shit!” Idia choked out, finding it hard to breathe. The trap wasn’t made for someone his size in mind. He tried to shift his knees to sit in a better position.

This was fine, this was completely fine! He just had to get the remote from his pocket to release the trap. With great effort he shimmied his hand to his pocket to find…

…It empty?

“…!”

SHIT! HE MUST HAVE LEFT IT SOMEWHERE ON THE FLOOR! He had thought he would have more time to prepare before Yuuta came!

“No no nononono!” He whined and began hyperventilating again as he tried to kick and pound at the trap. Unfortunately, it was working perfectly as intended, leaving him with no hope of escaping on his own. What was he going to do?! It could be days before one of his subjects found him?!

A few seconds later three hesitant knocks on the container broke him out of his panic.

“Umh…H-hello? I-is someone in there?” Yume asked carefully, their hand on their chest to calm their still racing heart. What the fuck just happened? One second the cell was empty and then they heard a horrible loud noise? And now this metal box was here?? And it was making noises?! Where did it come from?? Did it fall from the ceiling…?

There was no response from the box. So, reluctantly, Yume leaned forward and cautiously knocked again; pressing their ear to the side of the container. A few seconds passed but this time they did manage to get a response.

“H-help…!” A feeble male voice choked out. If Yume wasn’t literally pressed up against the box they definitely wouldn’t be able to hear it. Yume gasped, placing their palm against the box.

“Help?! Who are you?! Are you okay? How can I help?!” They asked in rapid fire, their instinct to aid beginning to take over. Yu automatically grabbed their hammer, thinking maybe they could just smash the trap, but then they noticed. The spot they hit earlier didn’t even have a dent…Even if they pounded away at this thing all day; it might not budge...

“The trap is too sturdy-! I don’t think I can break it!” Yume explained. They squished their cheek up against the box; now able to hear the labored breathing of whoever was inside. Yume frowned, their worry for this person increasing with every second.

“H-Hey, it's okay, it’s okay! We’ll figure this out…!” They said, trying to calm the person. An unsure noise came from inside.

“I mean it!” They tried to reassure them again. “I heard that this guy always has an out for these kinds of things, there must be a way to free you? A-A key somewhere or-!” They did a quick once over of the cell but found nothing. Then the prisoner piped up.

“R-r-re-remote…!” His voice stuttered.

A remote? Yume thought, then like a lightbulb they remembered. A remote! Yume reached into their pocket, pulling out the strange device they had found earlier in one of the rooms upstairs. They didn’t know what it was then, but thought it seemed important. Definitely a key item! Maybe the Ghost King had dropped it and misplaced it? HA! What a total idiot!

“Hang on! I’m gonna try something!” They said, taking a few steps back.

“H-hurry…!” The voice pleaded.

Yume held the device out at arms length, leaning slightly away, and pressed their thumb down on the almost comically large red button.

A satisfying *click*, sounded. Something inside the trap whirled and the metal plating shifted rapidly as the coffin-like trap began to unfold itself. The top of the box popped open like a trapped door. A cartoonish spring noise sounded, and the person screamed as they were quickly and forcefully ejected upwards out of the trap.

“Whoa-!” Yume’s eyes followed the motion, holding on to their hat as a blur of blue flew up past them.

Idia let out a shriek as he was ejected into the air. After being tumbled around in the trap he was completely disoriented, he couldn’t tell up from down; the whole world was LITERALLY spinning. Were his traps always this messed up? A few moments later he felt a moment of equilibrium, before gravity overtook, sending him plummeting down.

He was falling? Time almost seemed to slow down around him. Since he’d inherited his crown it was a sensation he’d forgotten…Was he going to die? The thought crossed his mind matter of factly before the panic set in. N-No he couldn’t, he still had so much to do-! He could hear his own heartbeat in his ears as he fell, faster and faster. Idia pinched his eyes shut and tried to brace himself for the cold unforgiving stone floor…

“Gotcha!” Yume grunted, their small arms wrapping around the prisoner. Even as they caught him the force of the fall was a little too much for them and they both fell to the floor. Yume let out a groan as they fell flat on their butt. The person bouncing on their lap as Yu’s own body cushioned most of the fall. It knocked the wind out of Yume so they tried to take a few deep breaths.

“Ack!” Yume wheezed as they were suddenly squeezed in a tight hold. Long arms wrapped around their waist as the trembling prisoner clinged to them like a lifeline. Wisps of blue overtook their vision as the person buried themselves in Yume’s shoulder. They felt small panicked breaths hitting their neck as the person hyperventilated.

The sudden closeness started Yume and they were a little embarrassed, but they set that aside, their practiced heroic persona taking over.

“Hey hey, shh… it's okay…” They cooed, gently rubbing the prisoners back. Yume tried to pull them back a bit so he wasn't sitting directly on their lap. But, he flinched at the contact, letting out a small whimper. He clutched the back of Yume’s hoodie more intensely, bunching up the fabric.

Yume sighed, but relented, tentatively setting their arms around the person.

“Okay okay, you don’t have to let go.” They murmured softly, it wasn’t the first time they had to comfort a panicking victim, but usually it was only children who clingged to them like this. Though this person was clearly not a child, their tall frame almost completely enveloped Yume. If it wasn’t for how thin they were, Yume might have been knocked flat on the ground. Absent-mindedly they moved their hands around his waist. Actually, they were REALLY THIN! Yume’s brows pinched up in worry.

Idia was beside himself, he couldn’t think straight. It wasn’t the first time he had a panic attack like this, but this was one of the worse he’d had in awhile. Ironically, the only thing keeping him together right now was the very person who caused his composure to crumble in the first place. He hadn’t meant to cling to them, sure, it was a natural instinct when falling but… then he felt it…

The warmth of another living person…he had almost forgotten what it was like. Idia shivered as soft warm palms rubbed his back.

“...How long have you been here?” The intruder asked, sounding concerned.

How long? How long had he been here? In this castle; a glorified prison for his cursed family? He wasn’t thinking straight, a part of him knew that wasn’t what they meant but…

“Forever…” The words just came out.

“...I-I-’ve-” Idia struggled to speak, cringing at his own voice and giving up the thought halfway, choosing instead to steal more warmth from this person and burying his face in their neck. He caught a whiff of a fruity smell he couldn’t identify, but strangely it calmed him.

The stranger didn’t seem to mind, in fact they held him closer, a hand soothingly patting his head.

“Shh…it’s alright, I’ll protect you… '' They said the words softly, but with conviction. Even in Idia’s skeptical mind it sounded reassuring. Though, it was the next words that really got to him.

“You're not alone anymore.” The person whispered to him as if it was a promise.

Idia tensed, the words making him freeze in place. His brain jump started as he suddenly registered EVERYTHING that was happening. Where he was, who he was with, the position he was in. The scenario and sensations overwhelmed him, making him hyper aware of every stimuli in the room.

What the hell was he doing?

At the thought he pushed the intruder away, scrambling away from them.

They let out a noise of surprise at the sudden shove.

“G-get away-!” Idia choked out, all at once the warmth from before left him, sharpening his focus. Idia crawled away until his back hit the cell bars and he anxiously gripped one. Uncomfortably pushing himself into the cold steel to get as physically far away from this person as possible. NO ONE had ever made him drop his guard like that? Was it some kind of weird power? In his mind they were even more dangerous now then when they were just some OP freak with a hammer.

The push knocked Yume to the floor. They grunt in pain as they felt their elbows skinned against unforgiving stone. They recovered quickly.

“Ow! Hey! That hurt!” They growled, giving into their first instinct to get angry. They were only trying to help this person and this is what they get. Geez!

“What’s your fucking issue?!” Yume shouted as they sat up to glare at the person, puffing up their cheeks at him. Though their anger dissipated once they set eyes on this person; vaguely registering that this was the first time they could see him clearly.

Bright golden eyes trembling with fear met Yume’s. A glint of sharp teeth peaked from his mouth, nervously biting thin blue lips. His pale skin seemed to glow in the darkness. The illusion only became more prominent due to the actual flames of long blue hair; cascading wildly around his shoulders and back; framing his mature angular face.

Yume blinked twice, taking in the appearance of this person, a person who just a few seconds ago was sitting in their lap. Their face heated up now at the idea.

“Oh…You’re…” Yume started to say ‘beautiful’, but caught themselves, as they saw the man’s shoulders hike. Yu trailed off…losing their nerve to say what they wanted. They took a moment to collect themselves, clearing their throat..

“-You're safe.” Yu said, firmly, trying to sound as reassuring as possible; thought still a nervous laugh escaped them. “Y’know what, here let's uhm, start over!” They said kindly, shifting to sit on their knees. They clear their throat again, their nerves suddenly spiking as they realized they were meeting a stranger.

“ H-hi, I’m Yume Ume! Part Time Hero! ” They tried to smile, voice a little too loud and gungho; as they awkwardly put their hand out for him to shake. He jumped at the loud volume of their voice and tried to lean back even more at the quick movement. Eyes shifting back and forth at Yume’s hand, and expression, skeptically. He made no move to shake their hand, but raised an eyebrow at their introduction.

“Part time Hero”, that was the way Yuuta introduced themselves to people sometimes, too. Idia didn’t say anything but made note of it. A more pressing concern plaguing his mind right now.

“U-Uhmm…” He started speaking, cringing at his own stutter.

“A-aren’t y-you….g-gonna to attack m-me? O-or s-something” Idia muttered, he knew he should try and put on his villain persona, but his head was pounding. He felt so weak, he must have used too much of his power…

Yume’s eyebrows hiked up in surprise.

“Huh?!” They were confused for a second, so he shifted his eyes to their hammer lying in arms reach. They followed his gaze. “Oh! Oh no! No!” They said quickly, pushing the hammer away. It slid further across the floor, clunking loudly till it hit the wall.

“That’s not for you! That’s only for bad guys!” They said, holding their hands up in a placating gesture. Idia paused, his eyes widening and jaw going slack as he realized…

This person…this Yume…had no idea who he was.

“What’s your name?” They asked, further proving his assumption.

“O-oh! I..umh…” It’s been a long time since he introduced himself to anyone. Part of him understood, why would anyone want the name of some freak like him. Even the moniker of ‘Ghost King’ was given to him. Nobody, not even his subjects called him by his real name anymore…no one did, not since Ortho… He shook off the thought, not trying to go down that train of thought.

“M-my n-name-i-ts uh-!” He hesitated, bringing his knees to his chest and fiddling with his fingers. Unsure if he should tell them… In the end he decided it wouldn’t be worth the trouble of keeping up a lie.

“I-Idia j-just…Idia.” He whispered, peeking up at them through his bangs. Yume smiled at him.

“Idia…” They repeated, giving a little nod of approval. “That’s a nice name!” They said so sincerely it made Idia’s stomach churn a bit. Even so his face still heated up at the compliment, he wasn’t used to them. They went on, leaning into him a bit.

“Listen Idia, my brother, Yuuta! He sent me here to stop something the Ghost King was planning, I’ve searched this place to to bottom, but I still can’t find him, I don’t think he’s here so-”

“Wait-! YUUTA IS YOUR BROTHER?!” He asked in disbelief, leaning into them as well. Yume leaned back not expecting him to suddenly raise his voice.

“Yeah…have you met him?” They asked, raising an eyebrow.

“O-oh n-not I-I’ve just uhh…h-heard of him…! Y-yeah, talk f-from the dungeon g-guards ehehe…” He lied, chuckling nervously, pushing his index finger together to stim.Yume frowned looking at him with sympathetic eyes.

“You… must have been trapped here for a while, huh?” Then their brows furrowed. “No wonder you look so thin and pale! That guy is gonna pay!” Yume said seriously, bawling up their fists till they shook.

Idia let out a quiet noise as if he had been stabbed; any confidence he had plummeted to the floor and shattered, and he hunched in on himself.

“I c-can’t help how I look…!” He grumbled gloomily. Honestly, he had been called much worse by others, but for some reason the comments from Yume stung extra hard. He didn’t try to dwell on why.

“Ah-! Nono-! I didn’t mean-!” They tried, but Idia interrupted them.

“H-how do you plan on beating the Ghost king anyway!?” He asked, looking at them curiously. This whole thing was a big epic fail, definitely one for his cringe comp. But maybe he could get some useful information from someone so close to his nemesis.

“O-oh well!” Yume pushed up their glasses. “ Yuuta told me the last time they fought, he managed to steal the Ghost King’s crown. We didn’t know much about it or how it worked. So, I was worried it might be dangerous, y’know?” They gave a small shrug.

“Like, bro I love you. But you can’t just take freaky villain shit without knowing what it is!” They explained, and gestured their hand out as if it was an obvious conclusion. “Like that thing could be cursed for all we know!” They said, throwing their arms up dramatically.

Idia’s eyes widened and how close to the mark they were, but he didn’t say anything.

“Anywho, I took it upon myself to do a little research on the crown so my brother gave it to me and-”

“YOU HAVE MY CROWN!” Idia blurted, forgetting himself for a moment and scrambling closer to them; scanning Yume up and down to find it. Their posture turned a bit sheepish, seeming to be nervous at suddenly having Idia’s full attention.

“Oh no not on me I- '' Yume paused, Idia’s words catching up with them.

“Your crown?” They repeated, tilting their head and looking at Idia with narrow eyes. Idia let out a noise of shock, only now realizing what he had said as well.

“O-oh! I meant- W-what I meant is um-” He stumbled over his words, bawling his hands to his chest. Unable to come up with a lie to cover it. HOW COULD YOU BE SO STUPID! He internally screamed at himself.

“Wait a second…yellow eyes…and blue flames….” Yume said, their eyes carefully scanning over his features, he could practically see the gears turning in their head…

GAH, THIS WAS IT HE WAS SO DONE FOR! GAME, SET, MATCH! Idia’s eyes darted around, back once again in trying to find a way out of this situation. But there was nothing he could do, even if he ran they would definitely catch him.

“You…you're…” Yume continued. And Idia swallowed nervously, pinching his eyes shut and preparing his mental tombstone: “Death by hammer”.

“...A SHROUD!” Yume said confidently with a look of awe on their face.

“Huh?!” Idia said dumbfounded, his body untensing. It wasn’t what he was expecting to hear.

“Yeah..?” Idia nodded.”H-how did you know?” He asked genuinely surprised. His family was considered the stuff of legends. They weren’t recorded in any historic literature; at least not traditionally. Whispers of the Shrouds only came up in myths or sometimes tales of cautions.

Yume gasped, doing an excited little dance at being correct. Then they propped their hands on their hips, looking proud that their prediction was true.

“I KNEW IT! Well not ‘knew it’, but it all makes sense!” They began speaking passionately.

“All the books I read about the crown mentioned a family with ghostly powers that passed down the crown from generation to generation! Some books even theorized that the bloodline had ended long ago, but they were all so ambiguous and never had definitive proof! A story that inspired so much mythology couldn’t have been based on a simple fairy tale! Gosh, I can’t believe it!” They rambled on passionately. Idia simply watched them, overwhelmed but…unable to take his eyes off them.

“Um-.” He tried, but Yume went on, speaking quickly and manically.

“And AND, you’ve been imprisoned here all this time! The Ghost King appeared only a few years ago, so that’s when he must have stolen it and learned how to unlock the secrets of your crown! By imprisoning you! AM I RIGHT?” They asked, sitting up on their knees leaning in only an inch from his face.

Idia laughed nervously, blushing at how close they were now. It took him a few seconds to process everything they said. They had really crafted this whole narrative in their head without Idia saying anything. But the scary thing was how almost accurate their theory was. Sure, they were just missing a few crucial details. But…they didn’t need to know that.

“T-that’s right!” He lied, nodding quickly to agree with them. Yume’s mouth fell into an ‘o’ shape, and for just a second, Idia found himself having to hold back a genuine laugh at their expression. It was the same face he made when his favorite TV show theory got confirmed.

“Oh my gosh…what a conspiracy! Yuuta’s never gonna believe this!” They murmured to themself. “Like, ‘Hey bro, that thing we’re using as a paper weight at home, it's a legendary artifact of darkness from a royal family. Hey, who would have thought; not me!” Yume said, mocking out the conversation

“W-what, you just have it at your house-! Wh- A PAPER WEIGHT?!” He spluttered indignantly. “YOUR USING MY FAMILY CROWN AS A PAPERWEIGHT!?”

“I mean…yeah.” Yume shrugged, tilting their head and sheepishly grinning at him. Idia didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the absurdity.

“I need it back!” He said desperately, even going as far to reach over and tug a little on their sleeve.

“A-ah okay okay, we can get it back…” Yume said, placatingly patting his hand. Their faced scrunched up in thought. “Hmm…well actually it's kinda of a long trip there and back…just going home for me is gonna be a journey in itself.” They murmured thinking to themselves for a few seconds, before their eyes widened; a creative sparkle to them.

“Oh I know! Here’s an idea!” They smiled. “You need your crown back and I need more info on the Ghost King! So, If you're willing to, I can escort you out of this place, and you can come back home with me to retrieve it!” They said.

“Hm?!” Idia’s first instinct was to grimace at the idea of leaving his land. Yume noticed his expression.

“Hear me out…!” They said, carefully placing a hand atop Idia’s. Idia noticed it, but decided not to yank his hand away to keep up appearance. The warmth was already spreading through his skin, even with his gloves on. Yume continued.

“This way we both can get what we need and besides I…well…” Yu looked away shyly.

“I wouldn’t feel right leaving you behind-!” Idia watched their face flush a bit.

“I mean-! S-someone who's never really been out in the world on their own! It would be hard to fend for yourself!” They flusteredly explained, looking back to him.

“I have connections back home too, people who can help get you settled back into society…you must have been so scared and lonely…” They trailed off, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, before continuing.

“So…what do you say?” Yume asked, looking up at him through their long eyelashes, they almost looked…nervous? Idia didn’t understand why.

“Uhm…” He looked down, avoiding their gaze as he processed their words. They didn’t seem to mind; not pressuring him for a quick answer. He took a minute, running through all the possible scenarios in his head and came to a conclusion. His gut instinct was to tell them no, thank them for saving him and run off; when the “ghost was clear” pun intended. He could just return back to his castle and fortify his defenses. And apt strategy…however…This might be his best and only chance to get the crown back…and he needed it soon if his plans were ever going to come to fruition. He knew could never get it back with a full frontal attack, not with his debuff status ...but a stealth mission….that could work…he just had to play pretend, he could do that. He did that all the time as a child and even now.

Idia turned to them, doing his best to maintain eye contact.

“O-okay…I-i'll take you up on the offer…p-please take care of me.” He stuttered, doing his best to give them a warm pleasant smile and not be “positively creepy” and “wonderfully unnerving” as he’d been told it was by his subjects. Gently, he gave the tiniest squeezed in return to Yume's hand.

Either Yume was a big weirdo or he did a halfway decent job, because they beamed at him, looking relieved.

“Great!” And they grinned, as if he had told them the best news in the world. They helped him to his feet as he shakily stood; smiling at him for a few moments longer before they seemed to remember themselves, looking away and chuckling nervously.

“Well then-!” Yume heaved up their hammer. A glint of what Idia recognized as magic sparkled for just a moment as they wound up a big swing towards a crack on the wall.

*BOOM*

Idia jumped and let out a noise of surprise as a large section of the castle dungeon wall crumbled.

The dawn of the morning sun shone on the horizon and the birds chirped, signaling the start of a new day. It was so bright Idia had to shield his eyes and instinctively tried to take a step back into the shadows. Through the cracks of his fingers he saw Yume holding out their hand. The rays of light from the sun enveloping them and glinting off their glasses, making their warm olive skin almost seem to glow.

Yume smiled at him with a kindness he’d never seen from a stranger…

“Let’s go!” They said cheerfully, flexing their hands for Idia to take.

Their words broke him out of his stupor of awe and he stumbled towards them, nearly tripping over the debris, but at the last second Yu caught him, lacing their hands together to stabilize him. Idia blushed as they locked eyes, seeing nothing but pure sincerely on their face. How could they be like that with someone they just met, weren’t they embarrassed? Idia looked away, but couldn’t help but notice that somehow Yume’s palm felt warmer than the burning sun on his face.

As they began climbing carefully down the hill of the crumbling rocks, Idia couldn’t help but wonder what kind of mess he was getting himself into.

It was fine…he just had to stick to the plan.

No mess, no strings attached, just play pretend…that's all.

UI: IDIA HAS RELUCTANTLY JOINED THE PARTY!

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