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leafyaa · 7 months ago

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Chapter 16

Multiple police cars were in front of your house and you were sitting on the grass. Kunikuzushi was by your side pulling you close to him as you looked like you could throw up any moment.

He didn't know what was on the letter because his first instinct was to grab you and comfort you as you sobbed in his arms.

You were not allowed inside so he put his jacket around your shoulders to keep you arm and made sure it was comfortable for you to lean on him.

An elderly police officer walks towards you, hesitantly approaching you at this moment, knowing it was a bad timing but also knowing he had to question you.

"Miss, sorry to interrupt you but could I ask you a couple of questions?" He said professionally, yet uncomfortably looked away. Fumbling with his hands which didn't go unnoticed by Kunikuzushi.

Kunikuzushi was immediately glaring at the guy but you stared at the older man in front of you and nodded.

You moved your head from Kunikuzushi's shoulder to make proper eye contact with the man even though all you wanted to do is wake up from this terrible nightmare.

"Please state your name and address first."

You answered with a hoarse voice and he continued.

"Could you tell us what happened before you found the letter at your door?"

"I was.. Walking.. Towards my house and.." You struggled to continue. Not because you didn't remember, but because you didn't want to relive the moment inside your head again..

"She found the envelope on her doormat. She picked it up and opened it." Kunikuzushi, who had gotten irritated, answered as he held your hand.

"Sorry but are you Miss L/n, I don't think so?" The police officer looked a bit irritated as his interview was interrupted.

"Does it really matter now? Can't you see how traumatized she is? Are you blind or really this stupid?" Kunikuzushi yelled, now standing on both feet as well, attracting other officers to also listen in to the conversation.

"Maybe if you would just stay out of it, this would be much easier. I'm the supervisor here and you are nothing, a nobody."

"Oh you think you are better than me, right? You worthless shit. Have you really gone braindead to not have a single ounce of care to realize in what mental state she now is?" Kunikuzushi looked the police officer dead in the eye as he walked closer while the police officer tried to keep his distance. You tried to get up on your feet, not wanting him to escalate the situation even further.

"Oh so now you're calling me heartless? You disrespectful piece of shit. You young people are so rude and you know I can get you arrested." He threatened back but Kunikuzushi didn't blink once. He, on the contrary, smirked and stepped forward.

"Try me." The simple words that set off the police officer as imaginable steam came out of his ears. Other officers quickly went over to grab him in an attempt to stop him, but it didn't work.

You too, quickly run up, ready to defend Kunikuzushi from the unbelievably corrupt police officer. Using his title and authority to try and arrest Kunikuzushi for no crime or unlawful activity was definitely a crime.

You stumbled in front of Kunikuzushi as the police officer was about to land a hit, instead of hitting Kunikuzushi like he was aiming at, he hit you right in the head and you fell back into Kunikuzushi's arms.

It was like a dramatic scene as you felt blood dripping your forehead to panicked people running around.

However Kunikuzushi was shockingly also part of the panicked people and quickly yelled at the other officers to call for an ambulance. He looked furious. A death glare was permanently on his face each time he looked at the scared police officer.

He held you tightly in his arms and tried to stop the bleeding with his hands, even ripping off a part of his clothing to try to pressure the point of where the blood was coming out. It didn't help much and the blood was dripping down your kimono, staining the beautiful silk that was definitely worth thousands.

You tried to keep your eyes open but struggled as the noise mixed with your pain confused and hurt your head.

You felt your vision fading away as you saw the lights of an ambulance in the distance.

Couple of weeks earlier...

"What do you mean the bomb has been disabled??" La Signora yelled to one of her subordinates.

"U-uhm well we just found out this morning.."

"Be more specific."

"Well u-uh it's last known location was thousands of kilometers from the target's home address.. And then the mark on the map just disappeared!"

Signora sighed, trying to compose herself.

"And why didn't you activate the bomb as soon as you picked up any movement away from her home?"

"Nobody was watching the bomb's location at the time.."

"WHERE WAS EVERYONE THEN?"

"We were watching her and.."

Signora turned around, walking towards her desk and placed both hands on there. Her subordinates looked at each other with a knowing look at what was going to happen.

They quickly shut the door as Signora screamed. They could feel the feeling of vases being thrown at them even if they weren't inside. It was not the first time this happened.

To shake off the uncomfortable feeling they quickly left and went somewhere else to hide and hope Signora would forget about the incident.

"Those stupid fuckers always fuck up somehow.. It was such a simple task too.."

Suddenly a knock on Signora's door interrupted her anger.

"It's me~ Can I come inside?" An all too familiar voice said and Signora didn't respond.

The door opened anyway, moving the broken pieces of a vase as well as letting the person who knocked in.

"What do you want, Dottore."

"Heard you from someone you want to take revenge on our dear Balladeer~"

"Just shut the fuck up and leave-"

"How about I help you with torturing him?"

Signora raised her eyebrow in interest. She turned around facing the Doctor and crossed her arms as she looked for any sign of foolery but didn't find any.

"I'm listening."

The Doctor grinned as he already had a plan in mind. He too wanted to take revenge on Scaramouche and make him suffer, however if he wanted to do that, he had to use you, Scaramouche’s dear lover.

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Summary:

You've dated Scaramouche in your high school and college years but just as you wanted to announce your pregnancy to him he broke up with you without any reason. He left you to be a single mom for 7 years. But now that your daughter has been missing and abducted for a year and you've not been doing well and out of a sudden he showed up into your life again trying to apologize for his past mistakes..?

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sl-vega · 9 months ago

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✧Sticking to the Script✧-12

⋆｡°✩ 12-juliet's found a new romeo

a/n: this takes place a week after chapter 11, after school hours

"1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3."

Eula was counting out the beats as you tried to keep up. She was put in charge of choreography for the production. Albeit, she only had one scene to work with. That might have been for the best though, because a simple waltz scene felt like military training with her in charge.

She didn't hesitate to yell or shout. Several freshmen in the ensemble ran out of the room crying because of Eula. No wonder everyone hates her, you thought, but you kept to yourself. There was no way you were risking her wrath.

Lyney was your dance partner. His right hand rested on your waist, while his left was intertwined with your own. He was keeping up with Eula's instructions. You on the other hand, were doing the exact opposite.

You had stepped on his feet more times than you could count. Which resulted in numerous bruises, not to mention how you were completely off beat.

Eula opened her mouth, preparing to scold you for the hundredth time. You winced in anticipation.

"Everyone take five!"

Furina called out. Then she beckoned for Eula to talk to her. Eula set some papers down and muttered something about how incompetent everyone was before making her way to Furina. She gave you a glare, clearly indicating that you should still practice, thankfully Chiori had grabbed her attention before Eula could say anything else.

You and the ensemble took a collective sigh of relief together. Everyone went on a water break together. You and Lyney let go of each other and made your way to sit on the edge of the stage.

"Sorry about that Lyney." you muttered. "You're gonna be the death of me, (Y/N)." he said, chuckling. You playfully punched his shoulder, as he feigned pain.

"Oh, how you wound me!" he exclaimed pressing the back of his hand to his forehead for dramatic effect. You rolled your eyes as you took a sip out of your water bottle. "Yet you love me regardless."

"That was my first mistake." he replied, which earned him another punch from you. You caught him glancing at your hand, before you could ask him why, he grabbed your wrist. "You're still wearing that ring? Aren't you afraid of losing something so expensive?" he asked.

You pulled your hand away, fidgeting with the piece of jewelry that Xingqiu gave you. "Honestly, I'd feel kinda bad if I didn't wear it." you muttered as you watched Xingqiu laugh with his friend about something.

You smiled watching them fool around together. Part of you was kinda jealous.

I wish I could make you laugh like that

"Archons, you're down so bad." Lyney teased, smirking as you turned red. "Shut up." you whispered swatting his shoulder. You went back to observing the crew + some of the volunteers.

Xingqiu and his friend were transporting some boxes over to the stage. You subconsciously fixed your hair and smoothed out your clothes as he neared you and Lyney.

Xingqiu waved and you returned the gesture. "You do know you can just talk to him right?" you heard Lyney ask. You were about to do just that, but Eula had returned from her meeting with Furina and Chiori.

"Places!" she snapped her fingers as everyone scrambled into their positions, but your mind was preoccupied with other thoughts.

I wish I could just talk to him

Hours later, you still couldn't grasp the routine. Sure, you had gotten better, but not to the point where Lyney's feet didn't suffer anymore. But there was always tomorrow, rehearsal would be over soon anyway.

Eula rubbed her temples as she glanced at her phone, checking the time. "That's a wrap everyone! Thank you for coming." you heard Furina announce as she started packing up.

Fischl and Lyney started gathering their things. "You guys can leave without me, I just need to sort out some things." you told them. Fischl looked at you, then at Xingqiu, she mouthed an "Oh" before dragging Lyney away and whispering something to him.

You waved goodbye before approaching Xingqiu who had just done the same for his friend.

"Hey."

"Hi."

The two of you had exchanged a proper greeting for the first time today, it had been a while since the two of you got some one-on-one time alone. "Did you need something?" he asked.

No, I just want to spend time with you, I don't care what we do, I just want you

Is what you would've said, but that would've been to forward. The two of you stood in silence for a few seconds, though it felt like an eternity. You had to think of an excuse so he would stay.

"You wouldn't happen to know how to dance would you?"

Xingqiu looked surprised, then he took your hand and led you to the stage.

"As a matter of fact, I do."

He led you up the steps, his stand still intertwined with yours. The two of you made your way to the center of the stage. His right hand rested on your waist, and his left still held your hand.

He pulled you closer, your chests pressing against one another, you hoped he didn't feel your wild heartbeat. "Um, this is okay with you, right?" he asked, due to your close proximity you could see his cheeks dusted with pink..

You nodded, attempting to maintain eye contact with him.

"Just follow my lead then." he told you.

You counted the beats in your head, but you soon found out that you didn't need to. With Xingqiu, it just came naturally.

You found yourself focusing more on him rather than the actual routine. You noticed how pretty his resting face was, and the golden sheen in his eyes.

Your faces were getting close, dangerously close. You could feel his breath against your lips. The two of you continued dancing, you swayed along with him.

Your foreheads were resting against each other, and the two of you continued to hold eye contact.

"Xingqiu..."

He was leaning in, whether this was something he wanted, or this was just him being in the moment, was something you couldn't determine. You weren't even sure whether you wanted it either.

"Excuse me!"

You heard a voice yell, it was Furina. "Sorry to interrupt but some people are renting the auditorium so you guys need to get out now." she explained before leaving again.

You pulled away from Xingqiu, and he heard him mutter an apology as his face flushed. You went to pick up your bag that rested by the stage.

"I'll see you tommorow, yeah?"

He nodded going to get his things from the seats in the front row.

As you walked towards the exit you felt your stomach doing somersaults. You recalled your thoughts from earlier.

I just want you

You put your hand on your cheek as you felt your face heat up. You turned around to watch Xingqiu pack up his things.

Archons, I'm down bad

additional notes:

-i'm so sorry for not uploading yesterday guys T-T

-i swear i'm trying my hardest

-cockblock furina cuz why not

-not even half way through and these two children have fallen so hard for each other

-young love yk

-very proud of this chapter

-i'll try to get a double update in today

-very excited for chapter 13

-check the title and you'll find out why

-ty again for all the love <3

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✧Sticking to the Script✧

Pairing: Xingqiu x FEM! Reader

Genre: fake dating, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst (?), high school smau, modern smau

⋆｡°✩-Synopsis: Xingqiu just got entered into a special writing contest, the type that's invite only, the theme this year is love, the only problem is that he has zero romantic experience. but he really wants to prove himself as a writer. meanwhile, you just found out that your boyfriend cheated on you, and you need to show him that you're 100% over him, the only problem is that there's no way you can get an actual boyfriend that quickly. clearly, the solution to both of your issues is to fake date each other. it shouldn't be hard for an actor such as yourself, all you need to do is stick to the script.

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xoxo-sarah · 1 year ago

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Bye Bye Baby // First Heartbreak

↝a/n: I kinda enjoyed writing this. Feedback is appreciated. ALSO next part of I Wanna Yours will be coming out soon!

↝pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!reader

↝ Warning: angst, break up, first heartbreak, out of character Robin (?), Mention of a character death, not correctly lined up lyrics with the Moments, timelines are all over the place- bare with me, not proofread

↝⎙ 7.5.24

(Lyrics are Bold.)

It wasn't just like a movie

The rain didn't soak through my clothes, down to my skin

Usually in movies, when the main character gets their heart broken, it is raining, becoming a dramatic scene that every teen girl was supposed to cry their eyes out over when seeing.

Your heart laid in a million pieces and there wasn't a rain drop in sight. This wasn't what you expected your first heartbreak to be like.

I'm driving away and I, I guess you could say

This is the last time I'll drive this way again

2 weeks later, no word from anyone. Not Robin, not your friends. You were tempting to get in your car and at drive until Hawkins and the memories faded into the far, far distance.

Lost in the gray and I try to grab at the fray

'Cause I, I still love you but I can't

"Robin, I..." The phone was held tightly by your hand close to your ear. You seemed to stay by the phone for the past week. Waiting for someone, anyone to reach out. Most of your hope was for the girl you prayed to see-hold...again. Before you could say anything else, you put the phone back into its holder, like you have at least 10 times.

Bye, bye, to everything I thought was on my side

The movie you used to rent, the one you loved so much you eventually bought- skipped. Many nights sitting on the couch of your family home, cuddled up with the person you loved, watching and laughing, maybe crying until it hurt, skipped. Bits and pieces breaking out on the VHS. The tape was glitching until the tape broke, the actual tape inside becoming a mess. It was as if the black block looked up at you, laughing. Mocking.

Bye, bye, baby

The pillow she'd barely sleep on, opting to sleep laying on your chest, somehow smelt like her. Not a purfume of cologne, her scent. One of the many things you loved, craved about her. You didn't know if you should wash it or hold it close, wishing with every ounce of your being that it was her instead. If it was her, the scent would never fade.

I want you bad but it's come down to nothing

You promised yourself to stop trying to contact her. If you had any self-respect, you'd stop. However, you couldn't help the feeling you'd get when the phone rang. It was embarrassing.

And all I have is your sympathy

Robin stood in front of you, fiddling with her rings, not looking you in the eye. She couldn't bring herself to do so.

"So, you're breaking up with me?" After a moment, she slowly nodded. "Can I ask why?"

Her heart broke for you when your voice broke.

You didn't blame her, you never could do such a thing. She didn't feel the same and that's okay.

It didn't make it hurt any less.

'Cause you took me home but you just couldn't keep me

"Y/n/n, I really am sorry." Walking towards your house, it was pure silence, only the sniffles from you and the rock that would slide under Robin's shoes, making her kick it along the side walk. Coming up to your drive way, she broke the silence.

Bye, bye, baby

Nodding, you continued towards the porch, wanting nothing more than drag yourself into your room and sob into your pillow, or maybe in the shower where you could blame the water for the liquid rolling down your face instead.

The picture frame is empty

On the dresser, vacant just like me

Week 1 your mom had done you the favor of getting everything of hers out of the room. Well, first she wanted you to get out of your room, but deciding on plan b as she sympathized with your first heartbreak. Thankfully she didn't think of Robin's pillow, but she took the picture. It was of you and Robin before a pep rally. She was in her band outfit while you were in normal clothes, ready to stare at your girlfriend in adoration at her talent, not paying attention to whoever was supposed to be the center of attention at the event. Your mother had caught the photo, always being one for capturing moments. It honestly hurt her to get rid of the picture. She really adored her.

I see your writing on the dash

"This car is literally ancient."

The old Chevrolet Bel Air was all dusty, your father not having cleaned it in probably 20 years, where the car sat in the garage, untouched. He had given it to you after you finally got your license, a spur of the moment. The car was a gift, so you didn't gripe about the dust. What did concern you was the way the car could probably fall apart from not running for so long, but surprisingly held up well. "Obviously." Robin sat forward, rubbing her finger on the dash, writing something, her finger coming back with a black mark.

Your nose scrunched in disgust. "Don't do that."

She made a sound of disgust before wiping it on her jeans.

"All jokes aside, it's a pretty car."

You couldn't agree more. The pretty red paint job was shiny after the car wash, almost blinding.

Then back to your hesitation

Reaching across, your hand making contact with hers, fingertips running up the inside of her wrist, moving up to intertwine with her slender fingers. She hesitated, looking down at your hand as you continued paying attention to the road in front of you. She relaxed her hand, letting your fingers intertwine into one comforting moment.

I was so sure of everything

As your fingers met, your lips twitched into a small smile, glancing over at her looking out at the blurred trees and houses. God, you would never get over her side profile.

Everything I thought we'd always have

Your eyes watched the old couple hold each other as they walked over to the bence a little aways from the park. As long as you went to this park, even as a kid, the couple had walked to the park, talking about whatever they wished, never seeming to run out of things to talk about. The women's wrinkled old hand moved to throw bread crumbs around, struggling to bend her knees to sit down on the old wooden bench, having her husband attempt to help. The old man tried to smile. Although it might have been a struggle to get placed, or do much of anything, you could tell the old couple loved every second of it because they did it together, they went through it together. Hearing commotion from beside you, you turned, seeing Robin's blushing face as she tried to clean the juice stain on the picnic quilt. She apologized profusely, trying to dab and drag with the napkins. The stain wasn't budging but you didn't mind, simply staring at her before you assured her it was fine.

Guess I never doubted it

"I adore you." You noticed every highlight she had gotten from the sun as you laid in your bed, the early sun lighting your room as you ran your hand through her hair. She hummed from her spot of your chest, sounding sleepy.

Then the here and the now floods in

Feels like I'm becoming a part of your past

Walking through the park, something made you look up, you didn't really know what.

A familiar brown head of hair was standing not that far away from the walking trail that you were on, subconsciously walking past where you had sat for a picnic with the person you would've easily grown old with, fed the bird with. She smiled at a red head, keeping a proximity that was obviously forced due to the peoples possible opinions that stood around.

Bye, bye, to everything I thought was on my side

Bye, bye, baby

You had to fight with yourself to turn away, look anywhere but her- them. For your heart's sake.

Your eyes landed on the bench. The empty bench.

I want you bad but it's come down to nothing

And all I have is your sympathy

When you went home, you couldn't help but ask your mom at dinner. "Mom, you know the couple who would go to the park and feed the birds?"

She looked up, her chewing slowing as she stared at you, before nodding. She swallowed before clearing her throat.

"Yes, Honey. Have you heard?"

"Heard what?"

Your mom glanced at your father from his spot at the table.

"The woman died a week ago, sweetie."

'Cause you took me home but you just couldn't keep me

Bye, bye, baby

As soon as you opened the door, you mother looked up from her place on the couch, smiling at your back. She always loved seeing how happy you were after dates with your girlfriend.

She was about to ask all about it before you turned around, lips trembling and tears cascading down your face. Her face fell as she got up, moving to comfort you.

"She broke up with me, mom." You sobbed in her arms, like you have plenty of times in your life. But this was different.

There's so much that I can't touch

Your sweet mother had put everything of Robin's in a cardboard box in the garage, ready anytime you wanted to do whatever- give it back or burn it, totally up to you. But every time you went into the garage, you ignored it. According to you, there wasn't even a box.

You're all I want but it's not enough this time

Speaking of the nonexistent box, you had reached for something hanging up behind it on the wall, something your father asked for when your arm bent, knocking the box forward and off the shelf. Everything scattered on the cold concrete floor. You huffed, bending down to pick everything up. Your fingers skimming over the soft clothing and knickknacks you bought her. Sitting the knocked over box upright, you began throwing everything in, trying not to pay too much attention to the old memories you were throwing without a care.

And all the pages are just slipping through my hands

And I'm so scared of how this ends

"Bug?"

Your father stood in the garage door, after not hearing from you after asking you to get the thing - that was long forgotten now- he came looking. He stopped, watching as you hunched over a cardboard box, looking up into the roof, trying to hold tears at bay. He frowned, moving forward and helping you up, leaving the box to deal with later, only wanting you to get inside.

Bye, bye, to everything I thought was on my side

"Steve," Acknowledging the man you saw before you, you couldn't help feeling a little happy about seeing an old friend, even if it was running into him in a store. You two had gotten along great, you considered him a friends. Robin trusted him with her life, so you would too.

He sent back a tight-lipped smile, seeming slightly uncomfortable with the whole interaction before he slipped past you.

Bye, bye, baby

"I'm doing great." Robin beamed, seemingly believing the smile you plastered on your face before she started up a conversation. It didn't help it was in the park yet again. There wasn't really any reason for you being here, the memories not doing you any good, but maybe a walk would. Atleast, that's what you told yourself. "Really great."

The lovesick expression she had in her face quite obviously wasn't for you, you're not sure it had ever been.

But she was happy.

I want you bad but it's come down to nothing

And all I have is your sympathy

Feeling weak at the knees after Robin walked off, you took refuge in the old bench. Oh the irony.

You were supposed to grow old with Robin and sit here. Grow old and feed the stupid bird with stupid bread that you'd eventually had trouble with with age. But Robin would help, smiling lovingly.

'Cause you took me home but you just couldn't keep me

Bye, bye, to everything I thought was on my side

"Hon?" Wiping at your eyes, you looked up. The old man kindly smiled, his old, shaky hands trying to motion to the spot beside you. "Oh no,-god. No- please. Sit." You scooted over more, wiping more at your eyes as he sat. You two sat in silence, not the usual uncomfortable silence most old men would have happening. This old man seemed like the sweetest man to ever walk this earth.

"She wasn't my first."

"What?" You asked because 1, you had barely heard him with how his voice wavered and 2, you weren't really sure what he was talking about.

"Becky, she wasn't my first girlfriend, or even my first wife."

"Oh." That had to be the old lady's name.

"I know you know of her, you'd watch with a smile as she fed the birds ever since you were little. Most people did." Above his lip wrinkled as he fondly smiled. "So many people have commented on our trip here. On our love."

"I'm sorry for your loss." You couldn't help but feel bad. He lost his woman who he loved so dearly that many people were as inspired by them as you were.

"Thank you, dear." He went back to before, going through the many comments people have made on the cute couple. "It took time. I had just got divorced. Becky nearly ripped my head off as I used a couple of my Pop's old pickup lines while I still wore a wedding ring. But she listened, she believed me. I'm thankful we both met that day, even under difficult circumstances. That girl might not have been the one, and that's okay. You'll find a Becky. Everyone will."

Bye, bye, baby

"They're adorable, aren't they?" You had turned behind, looking at your newly girlfriend, after seeing the old couple walk away, back to wherever they come from every evening. Robin hummed, running her fingers absentmindedly over the back of your hand, mind elsewhere. You two sat under the usual tree you always sat under.

I want you bad but it's come down to nothing

And all I have is your sympathy

"Thanks." Robin awkwardly grabbed the box out of your hand, moving deeper into her home to put the box down, seeing the top layer of everything she had left, not quite having the nerve to ask for everything back. Truthfully, she would've been fine if you threw it away or burned it.

'Cause you took me home but you just couldn't keep me

Oh, you took me home, I thought you were gonna keep me

"I'm proud of you, sweetie." You mother smiled at you across the table, reaching across the table to squeeze you hand before picking her fork up again. The proud smile never left her face. Your first heartbreak feels the worst for most people, the tears, the overthinking- scenarios running through your head of what you could've done to make her leave, what you could've done to make her stay. But you got over it. You're trying to heal and she couldn't be more proud.

Bye, bye, baby

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winterinhimring · 7 months ago

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"The Right Question" Deleted Scene

(This was written before a certain someone decided that dramatic self-sacrifice was the best way to deal with the Spider-man reveal instead of an argument. I'm too fond of the Osborn Angst TM which it contains to delete it, so here it is.)

Harry didn't even know what time it had been when he went to bed. He'd been too exhausted, mentally and physically, to so much as bother to change out of his clothes. All he knew about what time it was when he woke up was that it was light outside and his phone was ringing.

He flipped it over, saw the caller ID, and answered immediately only to hang up, put it on vibrate, and drag himself into the shower. He was...considerably less sore than he'd expected, given the fact that he'd climbed the stairs all the way up the damn Oscorp tower, which was probably thanks to the suit's healing function, but he was still tired and achy. Sleeping in your clothes was never a good feeling even when you hadn't spent the evening being electrocuted.

When he got out of the shower, he poured himself a glass of scotch. He shouldn't have been drinking in the morning, certainly not before breakfast, but what the hell did it matter? He was dying anyway. Even if he managed to get Oscorp back, all that would do was give him something to occupy himself while he died.

Slowly.

Horribly.

Turning into a thing like Norman had been, with green, scaly skin and pointed nails, until he had to hide himself in the dark behind curtains because anyone who saw him would rightly recoil in horror. It was all very well for Aunt May to say that it was your impact on those who loved you that lived on after your death; she had people who loved her.

People didn't love Harry. What was it about him, he wondered, that made everyone push him away? It had started with Norman, but it hadn't stopped there. Did they somehow sense the disease that was crawling through his veins, waiting to turn him into that horrible creature that still lived in his dreams? Did they know that there was something wrong with him?

He stepped out onto the balcony and looked out over the city he'd helped to save last night. That should have been a happier thought than the last, but it was soured by the reminder of Peter. Peter who'd sworn they'd be best friends forever when they were ten and Harry was shipped off to boarding school. Peter who had promised to be there for him after his father's death. Had hugged him.

Peter who had lied to him. Peter who was Spider-man, who could save him, but refused to.

Harry turned away from the view and choked on his drink, because Peter was standing on his balcony.

"You didn't answer the phone," Peter said plaintively, tugging off his mask.

"Why would I?" Harry asked.

Peter just looked at Harry with big, sad brown eyes. Harry wanted to punch him in the face. "Come to see what I'm turning into?" Harry asked, well aware that he looked terrible.

"No," Peter said. "Harry, my blood wouldn't save you."

Harry scoffed and turned away, reaching for the decanter.

"But I know how to make an actual cure."

Harry froze. "What?" he asked. "What are you saying?"

His hands were shaking again, and he put down the glass before he dropped it.

"I know how to make a cure that will work," Peter said. "The spider bite gave me my powers because my dad used his DNA on the spiders, so when he disappeared, nobody could continue his experiments or use the venom for anything – if they tried, it would just poison them. But he backed up all his notes, somewhere nobody would find, and I bet, with my blood, we can reverse engineer what he did and make a cure that will work for you."

"What? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I only just found out," Peter said. "My briefcase full of junk turned out not to be junk. It was the key to my dad's backup lab. C'mon. Put some shoes on, I'll show you."

#the right question #tasm #harry osborn #peter parker #spiderman #greek tragedy brotp #my writing #fanfic #deleted scene

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a-little-harmed-shinra · 25 days ago

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Please my dear Yuki... may I have something for the fic ask? 👀

My, oh my, so many choices of treats to choose from.

-presents you a handful of assorted candy-

WIP: Lies of P, Space AU (a blend of Dead Space and Alien)

[The creature] stared, trilling and clicking its teeth in a way Lucio hadn't heard. Its ribbed tail curled around them. The intercom speakers squealed to life. “Oh, fascinating,” Simon Manus’ voice rolled through, excited. “Despite the interference, it's worked after all! The creature sees you as its own. I must give thanks to your friends for delivering you back to us.” “What the hell did you put in me?” Lucio said. “A simple test, nothing more. If it worked, it worked. If it didn't, it wouldn't be hard to write it off as a tragic accident, given your condition.”

WIP: Shovel Knight, Post-Canon (with some enemies-to-lovers vibes influencing things)

And this is how he died. “How unremarkable,” he said to himself. Phantom Striker looked down at his shrouded body. For a moment, he pinched the fold between his fingers, to pull it back and witness himself under the pale shroud. His hand hesitated. A body such as his has never been spared the passage of time, falling away to feed the earth. While his spirit remained in place, frozen, abandoned, lost. Phantom Striker released the cloth, settling his hand fully over his bodily face, tracing his features in careful detail; validating once more his state of stagnation. “Why am I still here?” he wondered aloud. Specter Knight stepped in from the door. “It’s as Scarlet and Red said, sometimes there exists a need.” “What need is there for me to be trapped in this state?”

And finally, a call back to an adorable moment between two soon-to-be-truly childhood friends (and later, lovers, depending on my mood).

WIP (left abandoned): Dark Souls 3, Pre-Canon (and full of headcanon)

Far away, he heard his mother shout in his direction, a fumbling of his name. Horace lingered where he laid, knowing that he should rise and head to the heated room where she worked. A moment longer, he figured, before he did so. Footsteps pushed through the layer of leaves and Horace stifled his smirk. Oh, here she comes and before long, she’ll pinch his cheek to wake him. The footsteps came closer and… A mound of leaves landed on him. Horace opened his eyes, covered by the yellow little fans. Above him, Anri covered their mouth, a smile pitching the corners of their eyes, their stifled laughter spilling through their fingers. Horace was still as a statue, as though the leaves themselves inflicted a curse with their touch. Anri’s giggles eased and Horace sprang to his feet, causing the former to jump. Anri squealed as Horace chased after them, a new sound the latter had never heard from his new companion. But the smile still pressed on as Anri made quick glances his way and abruptly turned to shake him off their trail. Instead, it cut the distance between them and Horace was in reach. He caught Anri’s sides and pulled them both to the ground, tickling them with no mercy. “No-o-o!” Anri struggled between laughs. Horace tossed bundles of leaves on top of Anri, covering them both as he rolled them underneath him.

EDIT: Well, since you provided me a refreshed segment of your xxxHolic/DMMD crossover, I'm tossing in a recovered segment from my long-abandoned (and briefly lost) Crimson Peak AU! I fixed up the formatting and some of the wording, good lord this is nearly 9 years old.

WIP (abandoned): Dramatical Murder, AU

Noiz held him back, pulled him away from the scene. Aoba howled Koujaku's name. Noiz picked Aoba up and carried him up the stairs while the latter continued to squirm and scream. The fight to remove himself from his hold pained Noiz. He didn't want this. He didn't want more bloodshed, more death, Aoba fighting and fleeing from him. It hurt. Aoba was shaking, still red faced and crying when Noiz set him down in Theo’s room, as he was ordered to. When Theo came in with the papers, Noiz stood to leave. The man's body had to be removed. A hand held to his sleeve. Aoba kept his terrified eyes on Theo, but clung to Noiz for one last chance, one last hope of saving from this nightmare. Noiz bit his lip and removed his hand. Aoba shot him a look of betrayal. Noiz felt his gaze follow him as he kept forward and left the room. You promised me, you promised me! He felt that betrayed gaze cry to him. I'm sorry. Please, let me fix this!

#asks

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poseidons-lovechild · 2 months ago

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i am re-watching criminal minds.

my highlights of season 4 (spoiler warning ig)

"can i have my clothes, please?" boy, u r hilarious

oh god, hotch is so hot with his authority... in 'minimal loss', when he tells the AG off? lord have merthy.

aaron's reaction when em gets beaten up by cyrus!!

"remind me to have her drug tested." please, she's your favorite daughter, aaron.

[jordan (to em): do you have kids, too, or...? em: uh, no. i think jj may have snared the last viable donor. aar: donor for what?] you cannot tell me that it's a coincidence that aaron always appears out of nowhere when it's about em's private life. is it just my hotchniss infected mind? also aaron's look to emily? help mee

jj going into labour? em's 'are you okay?' and aaron's 'i'll get the car'? i'll cry happy tears.

"yale was your godfather's safety school." don't put that kind of pressure on a newborn, boy genius.

spence's philosophy joke w the light bulb? protect that boy at all costs!

"the houston case, i'm missing the coroner's supplemental for victim 3." "that's supposed to come in this afternoon. i just turned that in last night. when do you sleep?" valid question, emily. indeed, when do you, aaron?

i love the alpha male case. viper being a clown. em and aaron's talk in the locker room.

morgan giving reid dating tips: "what makes you feel like an expert?" "statistics." "no. trust me, no. something else."

"i thought i gave you strict orders to get this place out of your head for awhile." sir, respectfully, you have nothing to say concerning workaholism.

no but honestly: the scene where jj visits with baby henry, with aaron smiling n shit? pure fluff

"oh captain, my captain." garcia, i love you.

"you're just another whore." "how am i a whore?" i love him.

megan kane is a feminist queen and who says otherwise is a liar.

demonology: the way paget portrays em's reaction to matthew's death? gawd i wanna hug her; i love this episode so so much, it's the beginning of papa pasta and his little ravioli.

i'll kms, not the reaper :( also aaron in his quarter zip-up <3 (i just know TG was sick when filming that ep, my baby w the sniffy voice)

"my wife always said i had a flair for the dramatic." "which one?" "all of them."

dave and em in the anthrax ep are giving season 17: "don't 'emily' me." lol

i hate the pig farm episodes so much

the reaper shot my husband😭

like always: stay away from white males in their early 20s to early 40s, don't go outside and keep your windows and doors locked.

#criminal minds #snax speaks #snax' cm rewatch

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69misato69 · 2 years ago

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entropy (diluc x childe) ✦ 4.7k

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childe and diluc are in the same division of the fatui + roommates. they are secretly in love with each other. childe is severely traumatized.

c: trans male childe, unprotected sex, semi-graphic depictions of past sexual abuse, unhealthy relationship with physical intimacy and self-image

top diluc x bottom childe ✦ angst, healing sex, love confessions

minors do not interact please and thank you. enjoy!

Another loud and lively group of drunk cadets stomped down the hall right by Childe with crates of liquor as he took off his shoes at the door and slid the key slowly into the hole.

It was awfully late, meaning that accidentally waking up Diluc would be nothing but a death wish. The walls vibrated softly with the sound of music, powerful enough to travel up almost four floors.

He took a deep breath and turned the knob to peek inside. The room was silent and tidy except for the bottom bunk that belonged to him. Clothes and accessories he tried on before settling on his current outfit were scattered over his pillows.

Diluc was facing the wall, so close to the edge that his wavy, red locks were draping off the short rails that encased the mattress. He shifted on the bed as Childe closed the door behind himself.

“Sorry.” he whispered apologetically.

“I’m awake.”

Diluc maintained his position, laying on his side away from Childe on the top bunk.

Childe let out a relieved exhale, “Oh, something wrong?”

“Not quite. Why are you back?”

“It’s my room too, isn’t it?” he chuckled.

“I’m surprised you remember.”

A snarky comment per usual, though laced with a hint of something unusual. Something that Childe couldn’t quite figure out. It wasn't anger but it wasn't adorned with kindness either. It rarely was, when it came to Diluc.

“I thought you would enjoy having the room all to yourself.” he nervously ruffled the back of his hair.

Diluc didn’t answer. The air was getting heavy as tension lingered between them. Childe was vexed, mainly because he was doing his best to stay off the floor for Diluc’s sake.

Not that he would ever scold him about it, but Childe always assumed that his roommate saw him as a bother.

He was messy and disorganized, much too loud for Diluc’s taste.

He talked in his sleep which was fine during training season because both of them would be passed out as soon as they came back from class, but they were on vacation. For the first time since they got assigned to a room together after being in the same division for years.

Childe was content at first, having a 'normal' roommate for once after all the unhinged crap he had put up with in the past, but he had soon realized that in this arrangement, he was the sloppy roommate.

Which meant that Childe was doing his best to stay out of his hair to the best of his ability during vacation.

It wasn’t that hard of a task since there were multiple parties on the lower floors every night.

“Why don’t you ever come out?” Childe asked as he took off his shirt, ignoring the sinister remark purposefully.

“I do, sometimes.”

“But, you always leave so early and you don’t talk to anyone.”

Diluc turned to lay on his left side, now facing Childe, half-naked and a bit below his eye-level, “It’s not exactly my scene.”

“Aww, do you get shy, firefly?” Childe teased with a mischievous grin.

Even in the dark, it was easy to spot Diluc’s dramatic eye-roll—

“Shut up.”

Childe laughed, he put on a flowy, white shirt and a dark pair of shorts, “Come on, get down. I’ll teach you.”

“Absolutely not.”

“You’re not sleepy anyways!”

Diluc sat up on the bed, rubbing his eyes and tying his hair in a low, loose pony-tail.

“You’ll leave me alone as soon as we’re done?” he glared.

“Yes, sir.” Childe struck an unserious salute, settling on the couch as Diluc followed his lead and climbed down without further protest. They sat side by side with Childe’s back straightened like he was seated on a bar stool.

“Okay, so just start out with a simple hello.”

“Hello.” Diluc sounded as disinterested as ever, uttering the most boring greeting possible. Though, Childe was far from discouraged. He cleared his throat and motioned with his hand for Diluc to continue.

“Do you… come here often? How come I've never seen you around?”

His heart wasn't in it, not even slightly. Renowned for his expertise in isolating himself from unwanted situations, it was strange that Diluc would prefer this over laying in his cozy bed.

“Ah, must be different divisions then.”

“Okay.” Diluc turned away.

Childe gasped, “Okay? No! Ask me if I like it there or some shit like that.”

Diluc shot him a death glare, its effect had mostly waned after months of living together, except for when he would be genuinely pissed off, which he wasn't.

“This is stupid.”

“No, it’s not. Come on, play along.”

“Ugh, fine.” Diluc’s back met the couch, “Do you like it in your division?”

“Yes, the people are decent, mostly. Some that I would call close friends, even. How about you, got any friends in yours?”

Childe was chirpy and energetic even while acting out a scenario, doing his best to keep the conversation going skilfully after years of practice.

“No.”

His partner, on the other hand, was ill-tempered enough to get to him.

“Hmph.”

Childe crossed his arms at his chest.

“What, hmph?”

“I guess it makes sense that you don't have any friends with that grumpy face.”

He sounded hurt, now facing away from Diluc but still staying put by his side. Diluc reached to hold his wrist.

“You should ask before touching them.”

“I'm not touching them, I'm touching you.”

“Then you should ask me, what's not clicking, Ragnvindr?”

Diluc nodded and let go. It had been long since he had experienced anything like this. Most of the time he would keep his mouth shut, and when his words stung, it would always be intentional.

“May I?” he requested kindly.

“Sure, if you apologize first.”

“For what?”

A frown formed over Childe's lips, hidden away from Diluc, “For being rude and mean and saying that we aren't friends just now.”

Diluc took a deep breath.

“I'm sorry. I know you’re just trying to help.”

In his own immature ways, Childe really was. He had never once stopped to think that Diluc’s loneliness could be out of a conscious decision. Maybe he chose to be alone, even though Childe simply couldn't fathom anything of the sort for himself.

He smiled and leaned back, uncrossing his arms to hold Diluc’s wrist instead.

“It's just about how you present yourself. Not that you're off-putting or anything but, you are a bit intimidating from the outside. But I mean, other than that, looks and all, you dress well. You're smart, funny when you want to be. Anyone would kill to have you, you know?”

Diluc turned to face Childe with a soft gaze as his fingers traced over the veins along his wrist, “Anyone?”

“Yeah, anyone!”

Childe didn’t seem to notice how his hand still lingered along his skin.

Diluc shifted closer towards him as their outer-thighs touched.

“Let’s keep going.”

Childe felt his heart skip a beat, unable to put his finger on the exact reason.

He shook it off, refusing to dwell on it further, “That’s what I like to hear.”

Diluc cleared his throat and picked up where they left off.

“Sure. I do have some friends. People from my floor mostly, and my roommate, of course.”

It was time for Childe to return the favor.

“Oh, must be nice. Mine’s a pain in the ass.”

Diluc couldn’t help but chuckle. He was relieved to see that Childe hadn't taken his remark to heart and instead teased him about it.

“I’m sure he means well.” he assured.

Childe let out a smug hah, “Well, I sure hope so. Because he’s stuck with me for two more years.”

He looked so—

Playful and full of life. Even more so than Diluc could recall.

He suddenly felt an aching in his heart. Gazing at Childe while they bantered, it was such an ordinary occurrence. Something that he never thought would miss, it was no different than having a glass of water or taking a nap.

Surely, your body would need those but you also wouldn’t miss something as fundamental and even mundane as that.

You wouldn’t look at your roommate with longing in your eyes or lie awake at night thinking where he is and who he’s with.

Yet, Diluc did.

He showed up at parties and tried to bear it as random people circled around Childe like vultures.

Diluc wasn’t sure if he liked it, or whether he liked it for the right reasons.

Regardless, it wasn’t any of his business. Usually he would stand in the corner and grit his teeth without noticing until his jaw would start to ache.

And then, he would leave. Hoping that Childe would be okay, hoping that no one would dare to exploit his kindness.

Hoping was all Diluc could do. He didn’t have the right to pry into anyone’s personal affairs, especially after being so secretive about his own ever since he was recruited, leaving his old self behind.

Yet he couldn’t get a good night’s sleep ever since vacation had started. Childe was more absent than usual, barely visiting the room for anything other than having a change of clothes or taking a shower.

Which is why Diluc, even though he seemed reluctant, had agreed to partake in this so-called practice.

It was the most he had seen of Childe in the past few weeks. The first time they had a conversation other than hello and goodbye.

He found himself fearing the rise of the sun. When the new day arrived, everything would go back to normal. He would read on his own on the couch that he now shared with his roommate.

Childe’s bed would be empty, his coat would no longer be hanging on the rack by the door.

The room would no longer smell like his shampoo, and Diluc would be all alone. Just like how he had always been. A solitude of his own choosing, having lasted so long that Diluc had never stopped to question what his heart truly desired.

“Sounds delightful to be stuck with you for two years.” he blurted out.

Maybe it was standing right in front of him, maybe it always did, veiled by his own obstinacy. Maybe if Diluc would ever set aside the hypocrisy that even he was unaware of, he could actually see that Childe wasn't the immature one of the two.

Childe’s eyes widened—

“Hey! Wait, you're kind of… That’s actually… good?”

He was oblivious to the fact that Diluc’s issue was far from a lack of experience.

It’s not that he couldn’t talk to people, not that he couldn’t flirt or pick someone up at a party. It was simply because he didn’t care for it.

He hummed, “At what point do you think a kiss is in order, since you’re the expert on the topic, apparently?”

Childe was grateful for the almost complete lack of light so that his rosy cheeks were concealed. A hypothetical question, yet it was enough to make his heart flutter.

“Well… Hmm… I’m usually not the one to initiate it but… It’s usually adequate, you know? Like you would feel that it’s…”

Words eluded Childe.

“The right moment?”

“Yeah... exactly.”

Diluc would never kiss him. It was okay, Childe didn't need him to.

“I see.”

Diluc leaned in, slightly. If it wasn’t for the rustling of his shirt, it wouldn’t even be noticeable. But in the dead silence of the night, Childe heard him close the gap between their faces.

He raised a hand to cup Childe’s cheek.

“Diluc?”

Even if he couldn’t see it, Diluc could feel the fire lit under his skin. Blood rushed to Childe's face as Diluc realized that he had never held something so precious before.

Pale skin painted with freckles and scars.

Warmth, a flame burning inside Diluc’s palm.

“What if I regret it?” he asked.

The look in Childe’s eyes was expectant yet confused. Mesmerized as the moonlight bounced off of the corners and crevices of Diluc's face, angular shadows dancing along his skin with every cloud passing over the crescent in the sky.

“I think… never knowing whether you’ll regret it or not is worse.”

Diluc smiled.

“I avoid parties for personal reasons, but also because...” his thumb brushed against Childe’s cheek, rubbing it with soft motions, “...I don’t really enjoy seeing you like that. You always look a bit...”

Childe’s heart was sinking all the way down to his stomach, a lump began to form on his throat upon hearing his keen observation. A bit what? Lewd, promiscuous, unlatched?

"Uncomfortable."

Oh.

“Do I look uncomfortable now?” he pulled himself together, leaning into Diluc’s palm as emotions he never knew to exist surged into his chest.

“No. Are you?”

He felt safe with Diluc. Life was cruel enough to teach Childe not to trust anyone the hard way. Maybe it was foolish, reckless to trust a man that hardly ever disclosed anything personal to him.

But Diluc had never been a stranger to him.

“No.” he answered confidently.

“Ajax, I think I like you.”

Diluc stated it as if it was a trivial matter, like telling him to fold his clothes or asking him if he wanted the leftovers. I think I like you, just like that. On a random night just like any other.

“You think?!” Childe’s squeaked.

“Yes. What do you think?” Diluc’s hand slid sideways, moving from his cheek to his hair with ginger locks wrapping around his slender fingers.

Childe had never heard a confession before, an odd one such as this especially.

Everyone loved him, but nobody liked him.

“You… like me?”

He asked as if it could be a joke. Someone, someone like Diluc especially, taking a liking to him was a possibility so out of touch that Childe couldn’t help but question whether he was already in bed, dreaming of the interaction.

“I said I think, didn’t I?”

Childe pulled away from his touch, “Well… Figure it out.”

He couldn't allow himself to get caught up in it, it invoked fear deep inside him when Diluc was unsure. If he were to back out, Childe didn’t want to be the one having to live with feelings that would never be reciprocated.

Love would never fade away from his heart, even when he wanted it to, even when the butterflies in his stomach would turn into sharp daggers piercing his insides. He would bleed forever with no one tending to his wounds.

Anxiety built up at his abdomen the more Diluc leaned into his face.

Until, his lips engulfed Childe’s, and the knot suddenly unraveled. It transformed into a bundle of joy and excitement as Diluc slipped his tongue inside his mouth.

Childe’s heart was banging on his chest like a caged bird, his eyelashes fluttered with each drag of Diluc’s tongue and each time he softly bit down on Childe’s lower lip.

He was tender, stroking his thighs and holding him down by the waist. Princely and courteous.

Childe felt like melting into a puddle at being handled so gently. Fingers riddled with scars, trailing their soft ridges along his ribs.

He moved over to Diluc’s lap and straddled his hips as a hand slipped under his shirt. Now no longer over the fabric, Diluc’s fingers traced over the healed scars, the two large ones under his chest, a relatively fresher one that had formed during their last training before vacation, as if to check if it had healed properly.

It was no wonder why Childe was so surprised at the thought of Diluc liking him when he shadowed his affection and care with his own stubbornness. Too prideful to even ask if he was okay, so consumed by trying to hold himself back that Childe apparently thought himself to be nothing but a nuisance in Diluc’s life.

But it couldn’t be further from the truth, because Diluc had always kept a watchful eye on him. Checking their fridge to make sure Childe was eating well on days he couldn’t scrape himself off the mattress, looking away because he couldn’t bear to see the grimace on his face as Childe would pull his clothes over poorly patched up wounds.

He would always make an excuse to clean them and stitch them up properly.

The disinfectant is expiring, or you'll stain the sheets with blood.

Childe swiftly rid them both of their clothes. Eager and slightly nervous, he latched onto Diluc’s soft lips every chance he got as their clothes piled up on the floor, all but Diluc’s underwear.

Childe eventually had to pull away, completely breathless and panting over the redhead’s face as he moved his hips back and slipped a hand inside the fabric.

Though he could feel him harden under his thighs the entire time, touching Diluc so intimately, being chest to chest as his warmth surrounded Childe, it made him tremble with zeal.

Diluc gazed into his eyes, moaning softly with every flick of his wrist, nimble fingers moving along his length as his thumb pressed into Diluc’s slit and elicited a hiss.

Childe pressed kisses on his neck and collarbones, intoxicated by the taste.

What was heaven if not Diluc squirming under him?

He retracted his hand and slid off the last piece of fabric keeping them apart. But just as Diluc’s hand traveled to his groin, Childe lifted his hips and swiftly lined up over his dick, dripping with precum.

He held Diluc’s hands and guided them to his sides instead as the redhead watched a tad bit cynically.

Childe spread his legs further and parted his lips using two fingers. There wasn’t much that Diluc could do except watch him take a deep breath and slide down. It was far from a smooth plunge, naturally since he hadn’t given himself any time to adjust.

Childe handled it like a task.

Pressure suffocated Diluc’s cock to almost complete numbness as Childe bit down on his bottom lip.

He was dedicated to take it all in as fast as possible, stalling would never end well based on his experience.

The affliction brought tears to his eyes, yet he sent them back and held his breath until he finally reached the base.

“You’re too tense.” Diluc held him close in hopes that Childe would look up at him. It was nothing but a futile attempt.

“You’re too—”

“Only one of those can be helped.” Diluc interjected. He tilted Childe’s chin.

It was obvious that he was struggling, a painful look had overtaken his face, and every time he forced himself down, Diluc could feel him clench tighter involuntarily. There was no way that Childe could be enjoying this, his insides being ripped apart, ruptured at his own will.

It didn’t sit right with Diluc, but he also had to consider the possibility that he could have reasons against someone else preparing him.

“Ajax, if you’re uncomfortable with me doing it, you should—”

“It’s not that.” Childe shook his head, “I can take it, no need to—waste time.”

He couldn’t help but whimper in agony, no matter how much he tried to muffle it.

Diluc slid him off gently and laid him on his back on the couch.

“It’s not a waste of time.” he brushed the strands of hair soaked with sweat away from Childe’s face.

His legs were now shut defensively. He couldn’t help but feel ashamed, as if he was ruining it completely. The one shot he had with a person he actually admired, respected and cared for.

Childe was used to doing everything on his own, yet such a stranger to feeling in control.

“You don’t have to—” he stopped himself with a pathetic crack of his voice as Diluc sat right where his bent legs ended, not laying a finger on him.

For once, Childe wasn’t something to be taken or owned, used up and discarded.

Diluc waited for him patiently, devoid of anger or frustration. He could sit with Childe all night, all day until he was ready to talk, until he was comfortable enough to go on.

Childe reached for his hand and placed it on his stomach.

Diluc leaned on his bent legs and rubbed his tummy lovingly.

The room fell to silence other than Childe's sniffles.

He shed his confidence along with the tears, and it shattered Diluc’s heart to see that deep within, there was nothing but pain and insecurity. Aimless attempts at pleasing Diluc with no regard for his own comfort.

Pure rage built up inside him at whoever was cruel enough to lead Childe to think that this was okay, that it was acceptable, how it was supposed to be when it was nothing but taking advantage of him heartlessly.

“So no one ever…”

“Not really, no.”

Childe didn’t have to hear the other half of the question. The answer was no to anything but what he had attempted to do a few minutes ago.

But, Diluc would. He would lay Childe and kiss him all over, toy with him with languid motions on lazy afternoons, fall asleep holding him in a loving hold. Diluc would make love to him the way he deserved, telling him about all that made him precious.

He was the only thing that made this shit hole bearable.

Childe guided his hand lower and parted his legs, still bent at the knees as Diluc sat in between.

He never had the chance to taste vulnerability, to revel in the freedom of allowing yourself to fall weak. To be exposed and laid out, it screamed nothing but danger to him.

Except this time, he didn't mind it as Diluc slid his finger along his quivering, leaking slit, drawing out needy moans with every circle he drew over Childe's swollen clit.

He spread his legs even wider, allowing him to slip a digit inside while it dug deep and curled against a spot that made him squirm.

And that's when it dawned on Childe, that he had never been pleased before. Instead of being catered to and taken care of, he was always, simply, used.

Childe was a fun time, nothing more. He couldn’t be anything more, he never had been for anyone.

Yet, Diluc pressed a kiss on his thigh and whispered softly, “I love you.”

This time, sure of himself.

“I’m—” Childe held back a moan, “—sorry, Diluc.”

“Don’t be. I don’t need you to say it back.”

Diluc retracted his hand, with Childe torn between disappointment and grief.

He laid next to his roommate, arms wrapping around him like vines.

“I want to… But if I do… It will be real, and then—”

Their faces were so close that Childe's tears dampened Diluc's nose as they ran.

“I don’t have anything else to give you.”

Unstable, unlovable.

This was his only asset, and Childe knew that it would never be enough on its own. Not when it came to him.

The limits of his body, it wouldn’t mean anything to someone like Diluc. Someone that seeks honesty and intellect, a connection.

What Childe failed to see was that they already had one that ran deep.

When had Diluc Ragnvindr ever looked at anything with so much love in his eyes as he did now?

“Breathe, Ajax.” he cooed, “I don’t need anything from you. This is not a… transaction. I need you to know that, okay?”

Childe knew it, as a fact, but deep inside his heart he didn’t. If it wasn’t a transaction, why had he been tearing himself to shreds all these years?

That was love, wasn’t it? When someone wanted you, when they wanted to lay with you skin to skin, it was how to be loved.

A small price that Childe would gladly pay if it meant allowing some warmth into his heart riddled with cracks and bruises.

A temporary vessel rented and emptied in hopes that maybe, one day, the numbness would free his soul.

“You’re perfect the way you are.”

Diluc held him close, one hand wrapped around his waist and the other carding through his hair.

His lips bloomed every freckle splattered on Childe’s face as tears streamed down his chin.

If it was love, truly, why had everyone sat idly by as he burned himself to ashes for years? Why hadn't anyone ever cared for his trembling hips and aching body?

Why hadn’t anyone ever held Childe like this before? Kissing him gently and whispering words of comfort in his ear.

It was odd, missing something he never even had in the first place. It felt strangely familiar, as if Diluc had always held him like this.

“Can you… try again?” Childe asked hesitantly.

He needed to know how it would feel, his body intertwined with someone else’s without sorrow suffocating his mind.

Childe was tired of mourning parts of himself that would never return.

Diluc sat up and parted his legs to settle in between them. His hands ran along Childe’s thighs, brushing against his clit and stroking his hips until he was leaking with lust again.

Diluc pressed kisses on his legs with Childe growing needy under his grasp.

And eventually, as his patience waned, Diluc positioned himself on top and slid in with utmost care.

Cautious not to sever anything, with gentle thrusts and coos, soothing strokes along his chest, words of praise dripping from his lips.

Childe was relaxed to his movements unlike before, he sank down on the couch with each thrust as Diluc held him in place.

“Is this okay?” he asked, slightly concerned.

Childe didn’t know what he wanted, how he liked it, what he enjoyed. Even when he was alone, day by day it was becoming harder for him to touch himself as well.

“A bit slower.” he requested at last, and Diluc adjusted his hips accordingly.

Slower, deeper thrusts so that Childe would feel his every move, every vein and curve along his dick as he brushed against his wall.

It seemed to be working wonders, judging by the way Childe twitched and moaned blissfully.

He cupped Diluc’s face and pulled him lower, claiming his hips in hunger and desperation.

Their hearts raced against each other, syncing their rhythm and meeting at where their rib cages kissed.

Diluc slipped one hand between their bodies to lap over Childe’s clit as he picked up the pace slightly.

Childe pulled away and raised himself on his elbows, faces still so close that Diluc’s warm breath hovered over him still.

He felt his lower body hollow out, clenching around Diluc. But right as he felt the beginning of a sweet and intense release, the haze was disrupted by a knock on the door.

“We’re going up to the roof. You coming, Ajax?”

Oh, he was coming alright.

“Go without me.” Childe hissed, vision going completely blank momentarily.

“You sure?”

Diluc held his limp body in his arms, struggling to hold back his own orgasm with the way Childe was so warm and tight around him.

“Y—yeah. Another night.”

“Alright, man. Suit yourself.”

Footsteps grew fainter as the group made their way down the hallway.

Childe’s back met the couch once again, now fully relaxed, loose and fluid.

“I should—” Diluc attempted to pull out but Childe drew him back in by his waist.

“It’s okay, go ahead.” he smiled.

Diluc had seen many different types of smiles on Childe’s face before.

A nervous one that veiled his insecurities and an unhinged, unforgiving one that only surfaced during combat.

A fake one for receiving compliments he was convinced that he didn’t deserve.

But this one, with his pupils bright as the stars above them, the outer corners of his eyes crinkled with rapture.

This was the most genuine expression Diluc had ever seen on his face.

For once, not plastered on forcefully, his lips were curved upward with true happiness.

It felt like a precious trinket from the distant past, like a tea set you would only take out for special occasions.

Except it was forgotten. Left to dust away for too long that even Childe didn’t know he still had it in him.

Adoration engulfed Diluc’s heart as he made a promise to protect that smile at any cost, as long as he would live and breathe.

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shegatsby · 2 years ago

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The Last of Us

Warnings; Post apocalyptic world.

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A/N; Hello my lovely readers, hope you'll like this chapter, I'm so sorry if there are any typos because English isn't my first language. Smut will happen on the next chapter. xxx Love you!

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Summary; Ever since childhood you had to survive, you were born before the disease so you kinda remembered what was it like, to have a hot shower, clean food etc. You didn’t know what happened to your parents because they were on a vacation and left you with your grandma who passed away during the chaos. You were 10 when it happened, a child who had to be a woman over night. What happens when you are a brink from killing yourself and find purpose again?

Chapter Six – Unsaid Feelings

It was a windy morning with dark clouds, as if the universe was dramatic enough to set the scene, Henry and Sam were dead and that was it. This world didn’t have a room for emotional release, you just had to keep going but the practical man Joel Miller came up to her and said something which surprised her, ‘’We should burry them.’’ Ellie was in an another room, but Y/N was sure that she was listening to them, Joel wasn’t a man of sharing his feelings or wasting time but there was a shift in him which Y/N couldn’t put a finger on. Y/N helped him bury their dead that morning, yes she got tired before the long road ahead of them but it had to be done. When they were done Ellie showed up to put the small device which Sam was communicating through on his grave. Y/N approached to see what she wrote and it said ‘’I’m sorry.’’ Which broke Y/N’s heart, Ellie was a 14 years old child, she should be at school or hanging out with her friends instead of experiencing death again and again. After that morning none of them uttered a word of either Sam or Henry, however their deaths weight on them.

It had been three months and in those months a lot of things have happened, they had to pick up winter clothes because of the change of season, the more they kept walking the more they were surrounded by forest which was a good thing because the infected were nowhere to be found but that didn’t mean that they were safe, people were a lot worse than the infected. Every morning Y/N gathered snow to melt on the fire and made them wash their faces, Joel and Ellie didn’t complain, after that they would walk for miles, sometimes Ellie would ask questions about how things used to be back in the day and Joel was happy to explain, Y/N could see that over time he got close to Ellie. When she looked from outside perspective they looked like father and daughter and the hard thing was that she didn’t know where to put herself in this new found family. Joel was really good at hunting, thanks to him they had meat every night, Y/N made sure to say thank you every night which didn’t go unnoticed by him, Joel was still surprise to see her so naïve and gentle. Back in Kansas City she didn’t hesitate to shoot someone to save him, she didn’t question him when he said that they should bury Sam and Henry, she was so strange sometimes and it puzzled his emotions. She was quick to accept his rules, Joel was hunting and leading, Y/N was gathering things like wood to make fire, berries etc. and she was so skilled at taking care of Ellie that Joel often found himself watching them interact. In her backpack she had a lot of things and Joel watched her brush Ellie’s hair every morning, she had nail clipper, tooth paste and tooth brush for everybody, she said that she picked those things for them when they were at Frank and Bill’s place. These things would have never came to his mind to pick because they seemed unnecessary to him, hell she even had toilet papers and magazines just in case. He liked those details though, of course he would never admit that he liked how attentive she was with them but it was entertaining to watch.

They were lost for sure and Joel was getting impatient to find his brother Tommy, when they saw a small cabin with smoke coming from its chimney Joel turned to them, ‘’They might be armed so I’ll go in first and see, later I’ll whistle and you’ll come. Understood?’’ Ellie and Y/N nodded and watched him leave, he first checked the windows but the curtains made it hard to see who was inside, and then he opened the wooden door and walked in, didn’t forget to leave the door open for them. After what seemed like a minute they heard the whistle, ‘’Get your gun out.’’ Y/N said to Ellie and together they approached to the cabin and what they found was a relief. There was an old lady who seemed nice, Y/N closed the door behind her, it was warm inside and well furnished, for a second she thought how would it be to live in a two store cabin like this with Joel and Ellie, always warm and relaxed. It was heart breaking to dream of things you cannot obtain.

‘’My husband will arrive soon, so sit and I’ll make you soup.’’ The old lady said, her weight made it hard for her to walk but she managed. Y/N gave a questioning look to Joel and he understood, ‘’We’re travelling and got lost,’’ he showed the map to the woman and asked few questions, she answered them without a beat which made Y/N think she was telling the truth. When the soup was done they sat on the table, ‘’Thank you ma’am,’’ Y/N said, she never underestimated the hospitality, it was rare these days, ‘’Ellie say thank you.’’ She whispered. ‘’Thank you.’’ She said shortly and together they ate, there was even salad on the table. After that Joel told them to go upstairs and wait for the old lady’s husband. After a while and old man showed up, his face was hard to read but it was obvious that they were older than Joel, ‘’Who the hell are you?’’ he said to Joel. ‘’Just someone passin’ through.’’ He replied holding his gun at him. Ellie and Y/N were watching from a corner, ‘’Why didn’t you shoot him?’’ the old man asked his wife with disdain. ‘’The gun is all the way over there.’’ Her response almost made Y/N laugh, she was a sweet lady and Y/N was sure that she would have never shoot them especially after seeing that they have a kid with them. ‘’He didn’t hurt me by the way.’’ Her sarcastic response put a smile to her and Ellie’s face. ‘’Yeah I got eyes.’’ The old man clapped back, Y/N wondered how would it be to grow old with someone, experiencing life’s burdens with them and having kids.. today she was dreaming a lot. It wasn’t good. ‘’You made him soup?’’ the man asked and rolled his eyes at his wife’s generosity. ‘’Yeah, I did. It’s cold out.’’

‘’I’m lookin’ for my brother.’’ Joel cut in, impatient. ‘’Well, I ain’t seen him.’’ The old man replied shortly, clearly he didn’t care. ‘’I haven’t told you what he looks like.’’ He answered, ‘’He looks anything like you?’’ the man asked, ‘’A bit.’’ Joel still didn’t lower his gun. ‘’Then I ain’t seen him.’’ That was his answer.

‘’He’s got his wife and kid with him.’’ The old lady said which made Joel look at the old lady in shock, well, they didn’t explain who they were when they barged into their house so it was normal for her to assume, for a second he felt a warm feeling in his chest, like drinking hot coco and watching the snow from the window with family. Y/N as also startled too because she could hear their conversation clearly and the fact that he didn’t correct the old lady made her feel a way which she couldn’t explain and the little devil Ellie took advantage of her shock, ‘’Can we come down?’’ she heard her ask Joel, ‘’No, Ellie!’’ it was too late, Ellie held her hand and pulled Y/N, she just had to follow. Together they went downstairs, ‘’What did I just say?’’ Joel was in grumpy mood, Ellie was holding her gun at the old man, ‘’Come on, they’re like a thousand!’’ Ellie said dismissively. ‘’Who is this little psycho?’’ the man seized you up, ‘’Nice family.’’ He said sarcastically, ‘’Never mind them. I need you to tell us where we are.’’ Joel showed the map to the man, ‘’If you got a map, why you lost?’’ he questioned, ‘’Must have missed all the street signs in the enormous fucking forest.’’ Ellie snapped back quickly before Y/N could shut her up, she was a lot more braver than Y/N or… stupid.

‘’Ho-ly.’’ The man and woman started to laugh together, ‘’We’re somewhere here. Exactly where?’’ Joel painted at the map for the man to see, ‘’And your answer better be the same as your wife’s.’’ of course he was threatening but Y/N knew he wouldn’t hurt these people… or would he? Back at the Boston QZ there were rumors about him and what he is capable of.

‘’Did you tell him the truth?’’ the old man asked his wife, ‘’Yeah.’’

‘’Are you tellin’ me the truth?’’ he asked again, ‘’Yeah.’’

The man reluctantly pointed a place at the map, it seemed like Joel trusted them enough to put his gun away, ‘’Well, you found a great place to hide, I guess.’’ The way he spoke and sat on the green couch seemed almost defeated. It broke her heart. ‘’Hide?’’ the man asked confused, ‘’Came here before you were born sonny.’’ The man replied, Ellie sat next to Joel, Y/N sat on Joel’s left side, she did something she never thought she would, she touched his hand gently, which made him look up at her, ‘’We’ll manage.’’ She said quietly.

‘’We came here to get the hell away from everybody.’’ The man explained, ‘’I didn’t want to.’’ The lady replied sadly. ‘’Listen, I didn’t mean to upset you about your brother, but if you’ve come this far.. then you know what’s out there. You seen Cody?’’

‘’Yeah, got close enough. Its crawling with infected.’’ Y/N spoke, it was a miracle they got out of there without the infected hearing them. ‘’Laramie, and Wind River Reservation, anywhere people used to be, you can’t go there no more.’’ The man explained with much softer tone, ‘’So you haven’t heard the name Tommy?’’ the thing about Joel was that he was persistent and Y/N’s hand was still holding his, he didn’t protest, her hand was warm and small in his. ‘’Nope.’’

‘’What about the FireFlies?’’ Ellie asked, ‘’We get those in the summer.’’ The lady said seriously, which was obvious that they didn’t know anything about FEDRA or FireFly, ‘’Not the bugs, the people.’’ Ellie said rather harshly, ‘’There are firefly people?’’ the lady asked confused, and then the couple laughed again. The man gave them directions and warned them about the river of death, he said there were bodies there both infected and normal people’s dead bodies. Before they left Y/N didn’t forget to thank them for everything and she closed the door behind her, watched Ellie steal two rabbits from them, ‘’Ellie!’’ she warned, ‘’put that back.’’ Joel said he was walking ahead of them, he stopped to hold the wooden log which was in front of him to catch a breath, or so she thought. When she came close it was obvious that something was wrong, ‘’Joel? Joel?’’ she said but obviously he had some trouble. ‘’Ellie stay back.’’ She announced and made him look at her, she held his hands, ‘’Deep breaths with me come on, you can do it.’’ Ellie didn’t understand what was going on but Y/N knew that Joel was having some kind of a panic attack. His chocolate eyes focused on her, doing what she told him helped him to breathe again. And they didn’t talk about his attack that day, or the way the old couple assumed that they were a family. Snow was everywhere and the more they walked the more it was getting hard to breath, she didn’t complain though, there were a lot of messed up places to be right now but the walk was somewhat peaceful. ‘’How old are you Y/N?’’ Ellie asked, ‘’30, why?’’

‘’What about you Joel?’’ she didn’t answer Y/N’s question, ‘’56, what’s your point?’’

‘’Wow, the age gap!’’ she sarcastically joked, Y/N and Joel were lucky enough to blame the blush on their cheeks on the winter breeze. ‘’Just thinking of what that old lady said.’’ Ellie finally spoke what she meant, ‘’Let people assume whatever they want. It’s easy that way.’’ Y/N was quick to respond, Joel didn’t make any comments.

It was getting late so they set up a camp in a cave, Y/N gathered wood to start the fire, she used to camp with her parents any chance they got so she knew what kind of berries to eat and avoid or how to start a fire. Joel took the rabbits that Ellie stole and skinned them, while he was busy she kept herself busy too. Organized her backpack and Ellie’s, it was a beautiful night, one could see the green northern lights, it was mesmerizing, Joel whistled for Ellie to come down, it was calm, they could hear the owls. Joel was drinking from his flask, Y/N was standing a few feet away from them still watching the lights, ‘’Can I have some? Just to warm up.’’ She could hear Ellie say and she immediately turned to see Joel handing the flask to her, ‘’Absolutely not Ellie!’’ her gaze made Joel pull his hand back, ‘’You’ll drink when you’re old enough.’’ Her authoritarian voice amused him, she had such a mom energy that made him feel warm inside, maybe it was the booze. Unfortunately Joel and Sarah’s mother were divorced and she was too troubled to take care of Sarah so she removed herself from them and Joel couldn’t bring himself to remarry and have Sarah a stepmom, well, back then he kept himself busy with work and never dated, things were moving smoothly with work, Sarah and Tommy but every once in a while he caught himself imagining a family life just like everyone had. It wouldn’t hurt to come home to a loving wife after a long day at work, to have family dinners and holidays together… he was yearning something he didn’t get to have when the world was normal but recently he kept having these daydreams, he felt like a pervert with sick fantasies but the things he daydreamed about were so simple which involved Y/N….

He came back to the reality with a question from Y/N, it seemed Ellie and Y/N were talking about what they were going to do after the Fireflies take her blood and make a cure, Ellie said she would like to go to the moon, ‘’What would you like to do Joel?’’ Y/N asked with a low tone, eyes dove, ‘’Its never been an option.. ‘’ he cleared his throat, he forced himself to look away from her because he was afraid he would utter the things he thought about her, ‘’Maybe.. and old farmhouse, some land.. a ranch.’’ He replied, ‘’Seems like an old person’s dream. What kind?’’ Ellie didn’t forget to give him hard time, ‘’Sheep. I would raise sheep. They’re quiet.. do what they told.’’ This tone was directed at Ellie, Y/N giggled and Joel hid his smile. ‘’What about you Y/N?’’ Ellie asked, ‘’I love gardening, not just flowers like vegetables and fruit. I know a lot about it so that’s what I would do.’’ She answered shortly, ‘’You two are such alike. You know what you should go to his ranch and live together, It would be romantic. I’ll come visit from the moon.’’

Joel and Y/N just looked at each other, neither of them could say anything, ‘’Its late.’’ Joel said changing the subject, ‘’I’ll take the first watch.’’ Y/N announced and stood up. She gave a forehead kiss to Ellie before she walked away and took Joel’s rifle, it was a habit of hers. Every night she gave Ellie a goodnight kiss and never forget to tuck her in, Ellie didn’t complain.

Throughout the night Y/N didn’t want to wake him up because he seemed tired so she switched with Ellie, it was about time to give her responsibility, of course under Y/N’s watch. Well, she knew Joel would be grumpy and angry about it but Y/N wanted him to be well rested. ‘’I’m responsible for both of you, okay?!’’ he said seriously, ‘’We’ll wake you up next time, come on,’’ Y/N gave him a cup of water to refresh, ‘’be quick.’’ There she was again, with her small details and taking care of them. Joel could feel a certain tightness in his jeans, she was attractive and loving. It had been a while since he tasted such warmth… he shook his head to regain conscious.

It was snowing when they passed a bridge, under it the river was frozen, she hoped that it wasn’t the river of death, but so far so good, no one was around. As usual their walk was quiet, ‘’What can you grow during winter?’’ Ellie asked Y/N, ‘’Kale, spinach, collard, broccoli, Brussels sprouts, kohlrabi, and leeks. Not to brag but I’m a good cook.’’ They were walking side by side, Joel was ahead but listening to their conversation, ‘’Sorry but I didn’t understand half of what you fucking said.’’ Ellie replied, ‘’Well, come visit our ranch I’ll cook for you.’’ Y/N said without knowing the fact that Joel was eavesdropping, the thought of living together made him smile, thankfully no one could see it. On their way they saw a dam, which made her wonder if there were people living by cause it seemed working.

‘’Wow, look at that river its crazy blue.’’ Ellie announced, she was right. Joel and Y/N were walking side by side and Ellie following behind, ‘’Hey guys, what if this is the river of death?’’ her question made Joel stop and look at the map which was in his pocket. She came close to look, Ellie’s suspicions came true because soon enough they were surrounded by people on horses, they had cowboy hats and covered the half of their faces with clothes, not to mention that they were armed. Joel held Ellie’s hand instinctively and so did Y/N, but they couldn’t escape, they were surrounded. ‘’Get behind us!’’ Y/N said to Ellie, hands raised, ‘’We ain’t lookin’ for any trouble.We’re just passin’ through.’’ He announced, ‘’Drop the gun.’’ A man in the middle said, he seemed like was the leader of his group, Joel dropped his rifle unwillingly, Y/N’s gun was inside her pocket which no one could see, if there was any trouble she had to be quick to shoot, Ellie had to take few steps back, it was the man’s orders. ‘’You been near infected?’’ he asked directly at Joel, ‘’There’s no infected out here.’’

‘’The hell there ain’t.’’ he didn’t seem to be convinced, the group had a dog with them, ‘’If you’ve been infected, the dog will smell it and he’ll rip you up.’’

Y/N could feel her heart go ice, Ellie was immune but they didn’t know if she had the virus in her, this was bad, really bad. Joel and Y/N looked at each other, ‘’Its okay.’’ She whispered when she saw how scared he was. This was the first time she was him scared, the man faced dozens of evil people and infected but didn’t show any sign of anxiety but right now he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

The dog smelled them first and they were clean and the man who was holding the dog walked to Ellie, Y/N closed her eyes and wished, wished that they would survive this.

She could hear her heart beating in her ears, the pressure almost made her pass out but when Ellie’s giggles were heard she sighed deeply, Joel was relieved too. When they turned to look Ellie was petting the dog and the dog was happy to receive the pets, wiggling his tail. ‘’What are you doing out here?’’ the man asked, the group still had their guns pointed at them, ‘’I’m just lookin’ for my brother.’’ A woman who was behind that man approached, she looked confident on her horse, ‘’What’s your name?’’ she demanded, ‘’Joel.’’ He replied. And that was it they didn’t exchange any more words, the group gave them two horses, Y/N was riding alone and Ellie was with Joel. They followed the group which let them to a town. The big wooden walls opened for them to enter, Y/N was shocked to see civilization again, she only knew FEDRA and what it capable of, this place was just like before the outbreak. Even though Y/N didn’t know anything about these people there was a sense of community here, she felt welcomed. ‘’Tommy!’’ she heard Joel scream and saw a man running to him, two brothers uniting again was a rare experience in this world, there were no planes, no buses and let’s not forget to mention the infected, despite all the odds Joel managed to find his brother and also kept them safe, he was persistent just like he mentioned back at Kansas City. A man of his word.

Tommy escorted them to a canteen, it was warm inside and yellow lights, the smell of delicious food, this was heaven. They were served like kings and queens. Ellie was eating without breathing, Y/N was more careful, she was still observing, when she realized that Tommy is watching them she kindly smiled. They weren’t alone though, the woman who was with the group was sitting next to Tommy. They seemed close, ‘’There is more if you need it.’’ The woman said to Ellie, ‘’Thank you ma’am. It’s been a while since we had a proper meal.’’ Seeing Joel trying to be kind was hilarious to Y/N, she nodded when he looked at her, ‘’Actually, I don’t think I’ve have had a proper meal, this is fucking amazing.’’

Joel and Y/N at the same time with the same rhythm warned Ellie, which made Tommy smile, ‘’Let’s mind our manners.’’

Ellie was right, the food was fucking amazing, and it had been months since they had warm meal. After few discussions they learned that the woman’s name was Maria and they were married. Y/N noticed the golden rings but didn’t want to assume anything, however Joel seemed lost for words when he learned the news, ‘’Oh shit, congrats.’’ Ellie said, she genuinely seemed happy for them, ‘’Congratulations!’’ Y/N was also happy for them even though she didn’t know them. They seemd happily married and most people didn’t get to experience that, still, Joel was silent and looking at Tommy with a shocked expression, ‘’Joel, say congrats.’’ Ellie whispered, ‘’Congrats.’’ He shortly replied. He didn’t sound happy. Tommy, in order to change the subject spoke, ‘’Maybe I should congratulate you too.’’ He gestured to Ellie and Y/N.

Immediately her cheeks got heated, this was the third time people thought that they were a family. Joel liked the warm fuzzy feeling of being a part of a family even though his face didn’t show it. Y/N cleared her throat but none of them said anything against it. Ellie was occupied with eating that she probably didn’t hear them, Joel and Y/N exchanged looks, she didn’t know what he was thinking but the fact that he didn’t correct Tommy made her feel like she belonged to something or rather someone… ‘’How ‘bout a tour?’’ Tommy was good at changing the topic.

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asongaboutpirates · 2 years ago

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I posted 825 times in 2022

That's 2 more posts than 2021!

56 posts created (7%)

769 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 172 of my posts in 2022

#our flag means death - 54 posts

#ofmd - 24 posts

#ofmd spoilers - 17 posts

#samuel vimes - 17 posts

#havelock vetinari - 17 posts

#vetvimes - 17 posts

#discworld fanfiction - 15 posts

#blackbonnet - 13 posts

#stede x ed - 12 posts

#stede bonnet - 10 posts

Longest Tag: 117 characters

#did i acquire a vetvimes obsession in the year of our lord 2022 after successfully avoiding it for the past 15 years?

My Top Posts in 2022:

Okay, so obviously season 2 (which we ARE going to get - willing it into existence) will be about Ed and Stede finding each other again and coming to terms with their feelings and it will be beautiful, but I NEED a season 3 that focuses entirely on Lucius planning a pirate wedding for them. Like, there is all this dramatic stuff happening at the side lines, but the viewer will only be vaguely aware of it, because the real drama is getting a hold of fresh petunias in the middle of the freaking Atlantic ocean.

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Is it me or does OFMD still feel like a fever dream? Like, one day you’re desperately searching for a genre show with a queer love story that’s not about being queer (nevermind it being the main story!) and hope tentatively that maybe, just maybe, you’ll get to see something like that in your lifetime.

And then... OFMD just happens and David Jenkins is like ‘What, like it’s hard?’ How is that real?

291 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

What I love about the kissing scene (except for everything of course) is that Ed and Stede wear these plain, uniform clothes. During the whole season clothes are so important to show the characters and their states of mind, to show how Stede and Ed are from completely different worlds and how they get closer to each other and more accepting of themselves (e.g. the fuchsia robe and the purple top respectively). But during their kiss they are not their roles. Ed isn’t Blackbeard, Stede isn’t a gentleman. For this one precious moment they are just themselves with no charade whatsoever between them. Ugh.

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Heteronormativity, or as we say in Germany

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My #1 post of 2022

Another little detail about OFMD that makes me go feral: The song the Swede sings in 1x06, immediately after Ed put the dagger away, is called Voi che sapete. It’s a Mozart aria about a young man who experiences love for the very first time and is dazzled by it. Cut to Stede who says “Oh, this is my cue.”

And then, THEN he says: “The siren song has awoken a beast”, meaning the kraken, and if that isn’t fucking brilliant foreshadowing about Ed’s love for Stede being what ultimately leads him to unleash the kraken again.

*insert ‘I connected the dots’ gif here*

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mothereliza · 5 months ago

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Restoration and Rebirth in Christ (Mark 5: 21-43)

In the season of Pentecost, we hear stories of miracles demonstrating Jesus' divinity. These stories point us to everlasting hope in the coming Kingdom of God, where all God's children are one.

The verses preceding this gospel tell us that Jesus had freed a man from a legion of demons. The people in the town drove him away because they feared his powers. He left and crossed over to Capernaum, where a crowd was waiting to see more miracles. And they did!

We may reach the limit of what we can endure in our lifetime. It's called "finding yourself at the end of your rope." Such is the story of two people—Jairus and the ailing woman—best known to us as ‘the woman with blood issues.’

First, let’s talk about Jairus. He runs to Jesus as his last resort with desperate pleas: 'My little girl is at the point of death. Come and heal her so she may live.'

As a parent, I can tell you that this urgent cry came from his guts. It's one of those times when you feel helpless – you are on fire, and you focus on one thing - survival; your only hope is a miracle, and you evoke the essence from your guts, like the psalmist when he prayed, 'Out of the depth of my heart [from the bottom of my heart] I call to you, O Lord! Hear my voice, and consider my pleas for mercy.'

Well, God heard Jairus' prayer. But God has his ways—so the scene changes. God hears another desperate prayer - a silent cry from a woman in the crowd who was also at the end of her rope. Like Jairus, she cannot let this moment pass her by, so she makes a deliberate and conscious effort to pass through the thick of the crowd, believing that a touch of Jesus' garment alone can heal her. She prays in hope, and instantly received healing.

Those words - "If I but touch his clothes, I will be well" - are more than words of hope or courage – they are words of "Faith" – faith is tapping into grace – an undeserved gift given to us by God.

The story is like a dramatic movie - the scene keeps changing. The news that Jairus' little girl's hope of recovery is lost brings Jesus' focus back to Jairus, who was totally in panic. But Jesus calms him down – "DO NOT FEAR - ONLY BELIEVE!" Fear creates a distance between us and God. The two stories remind us that Jesus is divine, and his authority is beyond sickness and death. The people in the story faced unfortunate medical diagnoses and declarations, the kind we pray never crosses our way or anyone close to us.

We all hope to live full lives, whether we are twelve or fifty years old. Jairus' 12-year-old daughter was in the prime of her life. For 12 years, another child of God was sick and isolated from society. She was so unimportant in the world's eyes that the scribes didn't bother recording her name. Jesus restored her shame and dignity and even called her "daughter."

So often, our cultures and opinions drive us to shun beloved children of God and unjustly treat them as "outcasts." We make them feel less human. (In the UAE, persons with disabilities are called "people with determination." How empowering!)

Until we understand God's ways and we learn to love God's children equally, until the whole human family is welcome in our communities and at the Lord's table, we who are Christ's body fall short of the Kingdom of God.

My friends, let us pray for God's grace to see the world as God sees it and for courage to put fear behind us so we can love as we should. May the Lord bless you with new mercies daily, grace, hope, and courage to face every trial, even at the end of your rope.

#episcopal

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itsytinyspiders · 1 year ago

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(Part 7)

What follows is Dudley Bale’s introduction scene. The man pops out of nowhere to greet William, asking if he’s gotten used to the university.

The stageplay skips right to the scene where Dudley “advises” William to not get in the way of the students’ fun.

I feel like this scene (except the end) is just a series of bullet points.

Dudley Bale presenting the Durham university life and the noblemen’s donations? Check.

William talking about his student Lucien and why he’s looking for the boy? Check.

Dudley reassuring William that Lucien is safe and sound? Check.

William expositing that Dudley owns not only a hospital, but many stores in town? Check.

I think that the obligatory mention of Lucien right in the middle of Dudley showing off the various facilities of the university makes the beginning of the conversation a bit awkward. In fact, having Dudley’s introduction right after Frida’s death feels like whiplash, given Dudley’s happy-go-lucky demeanor. I prefer the execution in the manga and anime, where we are already introduced to Dudley Bale’s suspicious character by the time this scene takes place.

Again, I always appreciate Louis’ added scenes. It seems that he’s getting information about Frida from last arc’s fruit too, which is a very nice touch.

For me, one of the most interesting parts about watching adaptations is how they tweak the timeline of the original work. In the previous scene, we can assume that William name-dropping Lucien during his conversation with Dudley is meant as both an excuse to exit stage right and an attempt to fish for information. Given that there was no mention of Lucien’s last name, Dudley assuring William that the student was recovering in a hospital (that Dudley owns) is suspicious – nevermind Dudley’s sudden need to introduce himself to William.

In this sequence of events, William has already pieced together that something was wrong, and the headline about Frida’s suicide seems to be another clue to this mystery. Since William doesn’t know about the connection between Lucien and Frida yet, he doesn’t have any reason to go to the bar himself, which is why he sends Louis off to fish for information on this separate case.

It seems that they decided to use the opium found in Frida’s room as the first link to Lucien’s case.

I feel like they’re putting more emphasis on Frida than Lucien by changing the order of events this way – Frida died, we are told about her opium consumption, we find the opium in Lucien's room, then we learn about her relationship with Lucien. While William’s reason for going to Lucien’s dorm is always the same, his interest in Frida seemed more to be in the context of his search for his student in the manga. But here, it seems that William was given both situations his attention, only to later find out that they are linked, which is more akin to our experience as readers.

Writing on the wall to emphasize that a character is reading.

One of my favorite special effects – I think I first saw it in the Death Note musical, during the song “Hurricane.”

I like how each of the tavern girls tells part of Frida’s story. It really shows how important she is to them.

On a side note, I mentioned earlier how making three extra outfits for Frida’s introduction scene might have been a bit much for the production team. But here, everyone is wearing a different top, and not even the outfit in the beginning, so…

I have to admit, Fred revealing that Lucien is in his cart made me laugh. Since it’s on stage, they needed the audience to actually see Lucien, but pulling him upright with dramatic lighting and sound effects? I guess that is suitably dramatic.

And then Fred just puts him back under the brown cloth and takes the cart away – I can’t lol

Our first look at the opium den – and Dudley’s role in this operation!

I suppose they opted to not include Dudley’s scene with Lucien in the opium den due to time constraints, thus making the opium den reveal scene also the scene where Dudley receives the telegram and threatening letter William prepared for him. It still makes sense, somewhat? After all, if we assume that this is where Lucien was being kept, then “he” could have sent the letter there. It would also make Dudley even more panicked – sending a threat to a person’s base of criminal operations instead of their home is much more threatening.

That said, William had little way of knowing that Dudley would be at this opium den at this time. Dudley does own many shops, so the likelihood of him having multiple opium dens is pretty high. It is, however, a very neat way to tie these plot points together.

Not much to say about the Dudley versus Lucien confrontation scene, other than that I’m a bit disappointed they didn’t include Lucien reading out all of Dudley’s misdemeanors. That information is the main thread of this case, and it’s the reason for Dudley’s speech to William in the beginning of this arc, about the donations and the students’ freedom. Hopefully, they’ll add that information in later, but given the structure of the play thus far, I suppose it isn’t really important.

Dudley falling on his ass here is *chef’s kiss*

Looks like William is really mad this time. He could have just used his cane sword, but nope, holding the man by the front of his shirt is the way to go. When Louis learns about this, he’s going to take out all the Good Soaps TM to clean William’s hands.

Can we also appreciate how unbothered Fred is by all of this? Now I’ve got a crackpot theory that the name “Frida” was chosen because of how similar it is to “Fred” – foreshadowing of this disguise, perhaps?

(Seriously though, Fred just hanging around, wig in hand, while the three people below are performing the climax of this arc is such a mood.)

Oh! And William does address Dudley’s list of wrongdoings here. I still prefer Lucien reading out the letter, since he’s one of Dudley’s victims. Finding out about the harm you were caused will always be more impactful than having someone else spell it out for you.

That’s not to say that William enumerating Dudley’s wrongdoings is out of character. Our protagonist is as theatrical as ever.

What's better than one Frida? Two Fridas!

If there is one thing I really appreciate about this arc, it’s the extensive use of Frida in so many different scenes. Her presence looms over our characters the entire arc, even during scene transitions. Even here, as Dudley dances with “Death”, Frida is dancing the same steps to further parallel their ends.

I will say, a shirtless Moran going past my screen was not on my bingo card. Moran’s glee as he shoots at Dudley from his moving platform is just one of those funny moments to me. The production did really well with this, with the props, the stage and the music – I just can’t take Moran in a bath towel seriously.

Double Frida’s again!

I feel like most of this reaction is just me obsessing over the various effects. I don’t watch a lot of theatre, so every time I do watch a play, I can’t help but gush over everything. There’s also a lot of comparisons in this review, by virtue of me having read the manga and watched the anime before this, but I hope that I’m not giving the impression that I think the stage play is the lesser adaptation. There’s a lot of things that can only be done in theatre, including most of the effects I commented on so far.

Speaking of which, Frida’s grave! (Though Moran’s comment about how Lucien bought Frida a good grave makes me go, “Yes! He even managed to buy a grave made of light!”)

I know that this is Louis on stage, taking away the flowers so they don’t disrupt the following scenes. But given the context of the conversation taking place above him and the fact that they deliberately kept the light for the grave and Louis in shadow, I would like to interpret this as Lucien visiting Frida’s grave. It also neatly ties into Albert reporting about the new type of opium on the black market, since Frida may be the most recently deceased victim of the drug.

And with that concludes the Dancers on the Bridge arc!

#morisute case 1 #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #the dancers on the bridge #morisute reaction

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hon1eblog · 1 year ago

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Life in Plastic: Growing up as a Barbie Girl in the Real World

“There’s nothing stronger than the connection between a girl and the doll world she made up in her head.” - Me, 2023

Barbies were a lonely girl’s favorite toy. I only played Barbies with one particular friend because we had a mutual understanding– she played with her dolls, I played with mine. It was all made up on the spot, but we had time to plan out bigger events and postpone things like weddings until the next time we saw each other. Neither of us would ever make each other do something out of character. It was like parallel play, but with a higher level of awareness. This is not to say if you didn’t do this you weren’t doing it right; there’s no right way to play. In fact, I’ve always thought I had done it wrong. I put too much time into my imagination, to the point where I’d obsessively think about my other worlds, taking me from the real one. If that sounds strange or scary to you, then this might not be the essay for you.

Barbies were my introduction to the conscious mind. It sounds dramatic, but I truly believe I became sentient when I was able to project my thoughts and feelings onto a piece of plastic and recognize that they were still mine. The dolls held my secrets to my universe, they spoke a language only I knew. The older I got, the more complex my playtime became and at some point I realized I wasn’t just playing, I was creating a storyline, a universe with laws and constraints[1]. My dolls had consistent characteristics; they evolved from husks into flesh cut from my own skin. Most were heavily inspired from movies and TV show characters, but soon took on a new shape. I had over fifty Barbies at one point and each had a name, a purpose, and a home in a giant plastic bucket. On very rare occasions were Barbies retconned, donated, or thrown out after being mauled to pieces by my dog. An arm or leg missing never bothered me much, as long as I could keep the story pushing. I was also only vaguely aware of what death and loss felt like; meaning, I didn't know how to play that out so it just never happened ‘on screen’. But I was so deeply attached that when it got taken away from me, I mourned the loss of the little girl in me. My childhood had been seized from me before I was ready to let go. Would I ever have been ready to let go? I played with them up until around 14, despite the subtle comments from my grandmother that I “needed friends my own age”. I had friends my own age, but they weren’t like me. They didn’t understand me, but Barbies could because they were me and I was them. I was always Barbie and Barbie was always me.

But this wasn’t just a long, on-going TV show I was producing in my head; it was a way for me to process things. I could act out scenes with dolls and not be misunderstood because I was in control of the narrative. I didn’t have to explain myself to my dolls; they knew what I meant the first time. And I knew who I was by looking at them— who they had become over the years. How their characters changed, how their hair length changed, how their clothing changed, how they were broken and put back together with tape. The stories got sadder, deeper, and harder to explain to even to my closest friend[2]They grew with me because they were an extension of me. I was always Barbie and Barbie was always me.

I was an existential kid. This is not meant to glorify it, I am simply stating what is true. I started dreading my birthday after I turned ten when I realized I would now always be in the double digits and probably wouldn’t reach the triple digits. I cried on my birthdays. I cried when I graduated elementary school. I cried when I graduated middle school. I cried when I graduated High school. I weeped when I graduated college. Growing older has always felt like a punishment. Each year had more growing pains than the last. Before I even knew women had an expiration date, I was terrified of running out of time.

I never felt like I was enough. I was never the best at anything. I was never known for anything. Maybe I was a product of my time, but with every passing year there was less of a chance of me becoming the “dancer/singer/archer/artist/respectable human that’s ONLY __ years old!” The older you get, the less impressive that statement becomes. I missed my window of opportunity to become a child prodigy. You don’t get on The Ellen Show by doing something that’s typical for your age. You don’t win America’s Got Talent by being ‘kind of okay’ at something. What value do I have if I’m just average? If I am just a background character in my own life, why should I celebrate my birthday? Why should I celebrate being a girl? Being a woman, of all things?

For a very long time I didn’t feel like I had a proper girlhood because I wasn’t into makeup, I wasn’t into boys, so I didn’t feel connected to my straight friends on the level they were (or at least pretended to be). I felt like I was doing something wrong or was missing something very obvious. Like everyone was a part of this secret club where they understood what being a girl meant. I only knew what being a girl meant in relation to what not being a girl meant— it meant being different from my brothers but not quite like my mom either. It meant being made from dust and ribs, being made to suffer for sins I had no part in committing. It meant accepting that as the truth and not complaining because that’s just how things are and I should be so lucky to even be allowed to bleed. Being a woman meant being in pain, being lonely, and not being able to talk about it. I want to talk about it.

But girls don’t want to talk about that at sleepovers. They want to talk about field hockey. They wanted to talk about boys that never even looked at me, never mind knew my name. They wanted to sing songs I didn’t know the words to by bands I didn’t know. They wanted to watch TV shows I wasn’t allowed to watch in my Catholic household. They talked about feelings that I couldn’t feel because I was made of plastic. But I could be anyone because I was no one, so I smiled and nodded along.

I knew at a very young age I was different, but not in the cool way that gets you famous. In the isolating way that makes you feel like none of your friends understand you. As a young kid I had lots of different friend groups because I could adapt and mold myself to blend in. I tried a lot of different hobbies; horseback riding, gymnastics, softball, band, drawing. I could be anyone I wanted because I was nobody. I remember sitting with my counselor when I was in middle school and telling her I didn’t know how to make friends because I didn’t know who I was. The most useless phrase in existence–“just be yourself!” isn’t helpful when you don’t know who you are or who you want to be. I’ve walked around my whole life feeling like a fraud, like a caricature of a real person, a star in The Truman Show. I wasn’t real, and none of my friends were. Everything they knew about me was lies I sold them. Every conversation was one I rehearsed in my head hours before. I was made of plastic, my body hollowed out to be filled with whatever I could find to fill the cavity. I was entirely inhuman, only an alien pretending to be one of them. I was lonely and homesick for a place that didn’t exist. I was always Barbie and Barbie was always me.

Throughout my life, I have made art pieces depicting myself as anything but human because that's how I felt.[3] In high school I saw myself as my mental illness, as the representation of everything I would never become. I was spiteful, disenchanted, and convinced that I was disgraced by those closest to me. I destroyed everything I touched— ripping it apart with my hands so I could feel it between my fingers, because I needed to hold it to know it was real and not just in my head. I called myself a monster, a sinner, a caged tiger that would kill if given the chance. I could be anyone because I was no one, so I destroyed myself from the inside.

I cried watching Barbie because I saw myself over and over again in the faces of the people around me. The faces of the women around me who saw themselves in Barbie. Are we all so lost in this world that we need to be told that it’s okay to not know who you are? How badly have we been broken that we can’t imagine a world where we don't have to worry about aging, running out of time, deciding our careers? Are we destined to always feel this lost and disconnected from each other? Have I gone through life believing everyone else knew who they were when really they were faking it just as much as I was? Have they always been Barbie, too?

I left that theater knowing my brother did not feel the way I did. I know a lot of people don’t feel the way I do, and I wish I could be like them. I can never justify my desire to return to the earth and become dust and bones again; maybe in my truest form I’ll finally understand what it’s like to be a woman. Maybe I’ll finally know what the world expects of me. Maybe I’ll speak their language and know what they’re feeling. I’ll know the songs they sing, and the games they play, and I’ll be able to celebrate being a woman, celebrate my birthday without my tears putting out the candles. Maybe I’ll become human— not a monster, a sinner, or a caged tiger.

[1] I’d joke about being the God of my dolls, but my mom would never approve of the blasphemy. I hope she reads this and doesn’t blame herself for not playing with me. I hope she reads this and finally understands why I cried so hard and for so long when she gave away all my Barbies that day I got too sick to help run the yard sale. I thought maybe it was her way of punishing me for saying I would never have a daughter to pass them down to. I forgive you, but I still needed to write this. I still need people to know I am human underneath it all.

[2] Everyone wants a doll that looks like them. Maybe that’s why I used red and pink markers to draw lines on my doll’s legs. I don’t know how to explain that to people without them becoming scared of me. I was only 13.

[3] I still feel this way sometimes, but I don’t hate myself for it anymore. I think I am misunderstood in the way that tall people were mistaken for giants in the Bible, or hallucinations were mistaken for visions from God.

#barbie #the barbie movie #this is what makes us girls

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