#i will low whit the answers too

[john-captain-price]

Good.

CAPATIN!!!—

*Otter was being chased by the baby jaguar that Sergeant Horror had brought.*

AAAAAAA

Wha-*picks up Otter and pulls him up* Jaguar, down.

[sunandflame]

Oo oo!!!

Law finding someone else who escaped Flevance! She wasn't able to heal herself from whit lead as well as Law, so she still has patches of skin that are discolored.

You Weren’t the Only One

Warnings: hurt / comfort

Word Count: 796

Pairing: Trafalgar D. Law x GN!Reader

crossposted on AO3

The medical tent smells like old bandages and iodine. Low golden light flickers from a swinging lamp, casting shadows across his patient’s chart—but Law isn’t reading anymore. His eyes are on your wrist.

Or more precisely, what peeks out from beneath your cuff when you reach to adjust the blanket around your shoulders. A sharp contrast of tone and texture. Not a burn. Not a rash.

Pale. Porous. Patchy.

Familiar.

You notice the pause in him. His gaze still. Focused.

Your smile falters. “...What?”

He says nothing. Not until he lifts a gloved hand, gestures silently. “Can I see your arm?”

You hesitate. A beat too long. “Why?”

“Because I think I know what it is.”

You chew the inside of your cheek. Your whole body goes still. Then, wordlessly, you pull back your sleeve. White lead. Not active. Not spreading. But the marks are unmistakable.

And it hits him like a punch to the chest. Not because he’s never seen it. But because—you’re alive. Alive. And bearing the unmistakable scars of a disease he thought he alone had survived. For a long moment, he doesn’t speak. Just stands there, staring at the crisscrossing lines of damage on your forearm, your wrist, the thin blotches that spread faintly toward your elbow like pale fire.

Finally, you speak—quietly, bitterly. “Now you know. Freak show’s over.”

Law flinches at your tone. “You’re not—”

“Don’t.” Your eyes flash. “Don’t try to sugarcoat it.”

You pull your sleeve back down like you’re locking away something shameful, but the damage is already done—he’s seen, and now you’re waiting for the reaction. The recoil. The pity. The unspoken question: how are you still alive?

But Law doesn’t move.

He just exhales. Slow. Controlled.

“Flevance,” he says.

Your fingers tighten around the blanket. You don’t answer. You don’t need to.

“You survived.”

A bitter huff escapes your nose. “Hardly. If you call this surviving.”

He lowers himself into the chair beside the cot—slowly, carefully. His voice is lower now, thoughtful. Like he’s speaking more to the past than to you. “I didn’t think anyone else made it.”

That makes you look at him. And for the first time, really see him. The golden eyes. The dark lines under them. That same haunted weight you’ve carried for years. 

And suddenly, you realize— He knows. He understands.

You swallow hard. “You’re from Flevance too?”

He nods once.

You don’t ask the obvious question. The one that’s gnawed at your insides for years:

Why you and not them?Why are we still here?

But he must see it in your face, because his voice softens. “The Ope Ope no Mi saved me. I… saved myself. Barely. Thanks to someone…”

You look down at your hands. Your ruined skin. The dull ache that never quite fades. “Mine’s not gone.” You shrug. “Dormant. Manageable. But still there. Some days are worse.”

Law is quiet for a moment. Then he says, very softly: “It’s not your fault.”

That undoes you more than anything else. You look away quickly, eyes burning.

“I used to tell myself that. When I was younger. That it wasn’t my fault. That I didn’t deserve to live with this. But then people stared. Whispered. Backed away. I lost jobs. I lost friends. Even after it stopped spreading, the way they looked at me never changed.” Your voice trembles. “So I stopped telling myself that.”

Law leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. There’s a flicker of something raw in his expression. Vulnerable. “I used to dream of someone else surviving.” His voice is low. “Not because I wanted to meet them. I didn’t want to share it. Not then. It felt like mine—like the only thing I had left. But I kept dreaming anyway.”

He looks at you now. Direct. Honest. “It’s strange. Now that you’re here… I don’t feel like it’s mine anymore. And I’m glad.”

You blink, surprised. “Glad?”

He nods. “It means it wasn’t all just pain.” A pause. “There’s something else. Someone else. Who remembers.”

You bite your lip hard to keep it from quivering. “I remember everything.”

He leans back in the chair, arms crossed, and exhales through his nose. “Then we share it.”

It’s not poetic. It’s not meant to be. But it settles something deep inside you. That old, restless ache that had nowhere to go except inward—finally finding someone else to hold a piece of it.

You study him a moment longer. Then, quietly: “Do you think it’ll ever stop hurting?”

He considers. Then: “No.” A pause. “But it’ll hurt less when you know someone else gets it.”

You nod slowly.

You don’t smile. Not yet.

But it’s the first time in a long while that you feel like you might.

[nayastar0]

𑊡˚+₊🏹✦ — outside the window + josuke higashikata💎; one shot

cw: nothing actually just fluff here, Josuke and Y/n are in university, fem! reader

an: a short fic cuz i miss my boy :,)

pairings: Josuke Higashikata x fem!reader

sypnosis: you’re preparing to go to sleep but suddenly you receive a spontaneous visit from your boyfriend—by the window!;

⋆｡‧˚ʚ愛ɞ˚‧｡⋆

You were preparing to go to sleep after a tough day at university. After you got home, you ate something, took a shower, you putted your pajamas on, something without much thinking just a shorts and a light t-shirt, and you were preparing to go to sleep when you heard something hit your window.

You got up from your bed only to find Josuke by your window.

Since you live in a house, the level of your window is low, it’s easy for you to escape from your window to the garden that’s why Josuke could reach reach your window easily.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” You asked, more dumbfounded than angry.

Josuke showed you a innocent smile “just came to say hello! Are your parents at home-” 

You cutted him of by shushing him 

“Shhhh keep your voice down! Yes my parents are home, they’re asleep right now”

He hummed, scratching the back of his neck “Well, i can always climb through your window…”

You only sighed at his statement “Josuke look, I don’t thing this is a really good idea-“ you tried to explain to him before you could finish your sentence Josuke was already by your windowsill. 

“Josuke! What if my parents find you here?”

He laughed softly, the exact same laughed you always adored listening to “Don’t worry, i’ll be extra careful” 

Josuke gently picked you up in bridal style, he sat on your bed and placed you in his lap hugging you.

He stared at you for a few seconds, before sinking his head between your breasts.

“Uhm…Josuke?” You questioned with a slight smirk present on your lips.

“Hmm” he answered with his voice muffled by your breasts.

“You know, if you wanted to cuddle, your cuddled said so” you said chuckling slightly.

No answer.

You raised an eyebrow.

What happened? Did he fell asleep?

Suddenly Josuke picked you up and you wrapped your legs and arms around his neck and waist so you couldn’t fall. 

Josuke, with one arm wrapped around your back, climbed to your bed and sat down with his back against the pillow still with his head between your breasts.

You only sighted.

He could be so clingy at times.

You patted his head carefully not to mess up his hair.

Then you decided to change of position.

Josuke groaned and pouted when your breasts lefted his face.

You only chuckled and kissed his pout.

You lefted his lap and you laid on his chest with your face his neck.

Josuke wrapped and arm around you and started running his fingers through your hair, smiling.

Then memories of the two of you started to fill his mind.

He could remember when he first met like it was yesterday.

You were trying to take a picture of a bird for your album when Josuke approached and accidentally scared the bird.

That’s when everything started.

That was love at first sight.

He also remember all the sleepless nights just thinking about you and all the times he practiced his confession.

He loves you.

He truly loves you. Whit every fiber of his body.

Everytime, when the lecture gets boring, he thinks about marrying you, having a family with you.

Okuyasu and Koichi once told him that, everytime he looks at you they alwaysnotice the hearts in his eyes.

He never forgot that.

Yukako said that to you too.

The lovestruck look in your eyes was almost scary to her.

Josuke only sighed dreamily, looking at the window.

You don’t know but you had such power over him.

You could bring him to his knees, if you wanted to.

Josuke only looks at you with a stupid smile on his face.

“I love you…so, so much…”

You didn’t answer.

Of course not, you were asleep.

Josuke sighed again and kissed your forehead.

It doesn’t matter, he can tell you that tomorrow.

©2025 Naomilovesu. all rights reserved.

[aoioozora]

Simon.

Part 10

Chapters Masterlist

Character: Simon Riley / Ghost Content: Biker! Ghost x Fem! Reader, strangers to lovers, fluff, civilian au

Note: Took me too long just to get down the first draft but editing it was pleasant. Please enjoy my hard work :')

“Last man left, you broken hearted, let me treat you right… 

Shorty if you need me, I could pull up any night. 

You just say the words, girl, I don't need a reason… 

Give me something more than just a lover on the weekend…”

Johnny's soft singing filled the quietness of the afternoon as he, Gaz, and Simon sat together on the dock, fishing rods in their hands, staring at the distant, hazy hills and the rippling water of the lake. The ladies were left to nap in the tent, while the men had their ‘boys time’, and what better way to spend it than fishing.

“Johnny,” Gaz called, shifting ever so slightly in his picnic chair so as to not disturb the movement of his fishing rod.

“Hm?” 

“Stop singing, you'll scare the fish away.” 

“Nonsense. Am no’ even singin’ tha’ loud.” 

“Yeah, but you will get louder as you go on, so shut up.” 

Johnny groaned and stopped singing. The three sat in silence again, waiting for a fish to take bait. Johnny and Gaz were relatively comfortable sitting still, as they knew that when it came to fishing, patience was the highest virtue. But Simon was antsy, and his knee bounced like a low dribbled basketball on steroids. 

This was visible in Johnny’s periphery, and he grew increasingly annoyed at how it distracted him from enjoying the slower pace of the lazy afternoon. Having enough, he delivered a hard slap to Simon’s knee, and the victim let out a bellow of surprise.

“What the fuck, Johnny?!” Simon snapped, nearly getting out of his seat, ready to throw hands.

Johnny shushed him. “Stop shaking so much, ye absolute lemon,” he chided under his breath, “Whit's oan yer mind?”

“Nothing,” Simon looked sideways as he muttered quietly, now sitting back down. 

Johnny and Gaz looked at each other and then rolled their eyes. Gaz quipped, “I don't know if you know, but when you shake your knee like that, it means that something’s bothering you.”

“Aye, he's right. I've seen it too,” Johnny agreed with a nod, “So, whit is it?” 

Simon hesitated. 

“C'mon, mate,” Gaz tried to encourage Simon, “No secrets, remember?” 

Simon let out a sound that was half a sigh and half a groan. He turned to Johnny, “Fine! Johnny, do you like Lindsey?” 

“Aye, I do?” Johnny answered immediately, raising his eyebrows at the question, “I thought I made it obvious?”

Simon narrowed his eyes. “I mean, for real? Do you really like her or are you just messing around like you always do?” 

“Why do ye want tae ken?” Johnny’s voice now grew a little quieter.

“____ asked,” Simon answered, sitting back and sighing. He glanced at his friend, who was looking back at him. “She wants to know if you're serious about her. And from the looks of it, she won't take kindly to you playing around.” 

Johnny's lips pursed into a thin line when he heard this, and he too sat back in his chair, now silent and thoughtful. Gaz and Simon stared at him, waiting for an answer. 

“I do like her, she's bonny,” he answered quietly with a shrug, the look on his face a little distant and dreamy. 

“You say that to every woman you talk to,” Simon retorted, though he was a little surprised by the rare look on his friend's face, a look he'd seen only once. 

“No, no. Wait,” Gaz hushed Simon, “He's not done.” 

Johnny shifted in his seat and continued, now a little solemn, “Am serious. I like her… a lot. She's bonny, and cute… she has nice hair and,” he smiled a little, “a face like a mouse. Squeaks a lot like one too.”

Simon glanced at Gaz, who looked back at him with a smirk on his face. They waited for him to elaborate.

“That's all ye will get,” Johnny huffed, sitting back on his chair. In reality, the attraction he felt for Lindsey couldn't be put into words. Something about her bashfulness, her feistiness, her cute pouts and frowns, and particularly her glowing, gorgeous green eyes that reminded him of the rolling Highlands tickled a spot in his heart that he had long closed away. 

Gaz began teasing Johnny, giving him light and playful pushes and shoves. Johnny, a little embarrassed, swatted his friend’s hands away while laughing and trying to counter Gaz’s teasing. Simon watched their banter, particularly looking at Johnny. He found his best friend’s behaviour peculiar, something he’s never personally seen before. 

He knew Johnny to be a smooth talker, a man who knew just the right words to say to make a woman fall head over heels for him. Johnny’s normal behaviour with a casual crush or fling was to talk incessantly and excitedly about them as if to overcompensate for the shallow feelings, but when it came to Lindsey, it was almost surprising to see him so solemn, so quiet, so thoughtful, even dreamy. 

Simon was more-or-less now convinced that his best friend really did like Lindsey and let out a sigh of relief on behalf of ____ as he turned his focus on the still waters. 

When the Gaz-Johnny banter died down, Johnny then turned to Simon to ask, “Whit about ye?”

“What about me?” Simon returned, confused. 

“With ____, ye lemon. How’s it going with her?”

He paused, sitting back on the picnic chair and tucking an arm under his head as he shrugged. “It’s going.”

“Where?” 

“Somewhere.”

Johnny and Gaz looked at eachother. “Whit ye mean?” Johnny raised a brow, “Stop bein’ so vague.”

“I think she likes someone else,” he mumbled, staring ahead across the lake with a blank, expressionless look, trying to sound like he wasn’t bothered.

The two looked at each other again, incredulous of what he claimed and unconvinced by his tone of voice. “Impossible,” Gaz quipped, “Have you seen her? The way she looks at you tells me she wants you to eat her whole or something.”

Johnny snorted at that and then backed Gaz up with his own observations. “Did ye ken I sent her tae help ye out with the wood? Ye should’ve seen her face. She flew aff.” It was a bit of an exaggeration, but Johnny needed to get his point across.

Simon turned to Johnny, raising a brow and shaking his head. “No way. You’re just saying.”

“No mate, I’m serious,” Johnny answered, now getting a little impatient as he stared at Simon, annoyed by his best friend’s obstinance. “Ye never dae this, Simon, but if ye want somethin’, ye gotta ask, ye ken?” 

“Ask what?”

Johnny groaned loudly. “Ye fuckin’ doughnut, ask her if she likes ye.” 

“You’re off your head,” Simon retorted, “I’m not so daft to take a risk that big.”

“Then ask her if she likes that bloke,” he reasoned, only to see Simon giving him the side-eye. Johnny, finally losing his patience, gave his friend a slap on the back of his head. “Just fuckin’ ask her. Don’t be such a pussy. Imagine the endless possibilities, Simon, imagine! If ye weren’t such a fuckin’ pussy.”

“Alright, fine!” Simon relented as he rubbed the back of his head, having enough of being called a pussy so many times for one day.

Johnny looked at Gaz and shook his head like a disappointed parent, making Gaz smile and shrug. The Scotsman turned back to Simon and gave him one long look, saying with a sigh, “I havnae seen ye like this before, mate. Yer usually fearless.”

Simon rubbed his cheek, particularly the scarred one. “No experience in this department,” he admitted.

“Hm,” Johnny exhaled, allowing his eye to linger on the long scar on his friend’s cheek, the reason for his inexperience.

When the last rays of the sun set behind the hills, the men ended their fishing, sadly returning with only a small handful in their bucket. Simon was sent to the tent to check on the ladies while Johnny and Gaz decided to head to the cabin to gut the fish and prepare a marinade so that they could grill them over the fire later.

“____? Lindsey?” called Simon as he entered the tent and moved towards the room they occupied. There was no answer.

He took hold of the zipper to open the entrance, but hesitated, not wanting to possibly catch them in a vulnerable position somehow. He cursed his upbringing, that he never had any sisters he could barge in on to annoy; unzipping this entrance would be a lot easier otherwise. 

He called once again. No answer. He didn’t want to be called a pussy again, so he slowly unzipped the entrance a little and peered in. 

In the dim darkness, he could vaguely see the two ladies fast asleep, cuddled like a litter of kittens. He shook his head, thinking to himself, “Women can do the gayest things and nobody bats an eyelid.” But that was the least of his concern at the moment, for when his eyes adjusted to the dimness, he noticed that ____ cuddled Little Simon to her chest.

Bigger Simon immediately zipped the entrance close and stood there in a daze, unable to stop himself from imagining replacing Little Simon, having the privilege of his arms around her waist, her arms around his neck, and his face nestled in her chest, no space between their bodies, cuddled and breathing each other in. His dirty little mind took it a step further and imagined him and her naked, but he caught himself and shook his head, feeling his cheeks start to burn. 

“Get a hold of yourself, Simon,” he reminded himself, “You can’t think of her like that.” 

He took out his phone and decided to wake the ladies up in the worst way possible: using the jarring sound of the alarm. They woke up immediately; as expected, Lindsey did not appreciate being woken up and mumbled some curses at Simon, while ____ was a little disoriented from the heavy sleep, even asking what year it was.

Before long, the five were soon seated on the wooden benches in front of the blazing fire pit under the now darkening sky, watching the fish grill over the open flames. Johnny and Gaz passed the time singing as he usually did, while Lindsey, though not a singer herself, tried to join. 

Johnny eventually did not want to sit still, so he snatched Lindsey by the hand and coaxed her to dance with him. 

“No!” she exclaimed with flaming cheeks as she saw the three others looking at her with teasing grins.

“C’mon Jolene, yer no’ dancin’ alone! Am here too!” He noticed that she was trying to pry her hand out of his grip, which made him hold on tighter.

“Have some fun for once, Linny!” encouraged ____, smiling widely.

“Ye heard her,” Johnny grinned and pulled Lindsey to her feet. “We’ll dae it ceilidh style!” 

Before she said another word, he already wrapped an arm around her waist and started hopping around with her and twirling her around while singing ‘Highland Girl’. Though she had been and danced in enough ceilidhs before, she still scrambled to hold on to Johnny’s shoulder and manage to keep up with his quick pace and tempo of the song. Though she stumbled occasionally, he kept her from falling, and her constant slip ups didn’t keep him from losing his patience or energy. 

“I didn’t know that I fell in love, in love with my Highland girl,” he sang, and he just had to gaze at her with those big blue eyes of his into her green ones. Time slowed for the both of them as he pulled her closer to himself and grinned out of sheer joy at the way her freckled cheeks flushed red both out of shyness and exertion, and at how the fire cast a warm glow over her face and her fiery red hair that swayed as they danced. 

He felt his chest swell as he looked at her, really and genuinely feeling like he was falling in love with this Highland girl in front of him. Lindsey felt no less. Their friends watched on, cheering, teasing, and encouraging them to keep dancing, happy to see the two so close to each other.

____ watched fondly, her eyes softening at how Lindsey eventually smiled and laughed as she danced with Johnny. Simon, who was sitting close next to her, saw the warm look on her face and smiled to himself.

“So,” he began, now leaning close to her so he could whisper, “I asked Johnny.”

“Mmhm,” she nodded eagerly, smiling. Simon noted the twinkle in her eye and could already tell that she knew what the answer would be.

“He does like her,” he confirmed, watching her closely for her reaction.

Her face broke into a bigger smile and she turned to the dancing pair, a fonder and warmer look in her eyes. “I can see it,” she answered, voice light with relief.

Simon couldn’t help but stare at her smile and at how the fire brightened up her eyes. His own dark eyes softened and his shoulders relaxed slightly as he watched her.

By this time, Lindsey needed a break and Johnny let her have one, though he wanted to dance some more. He danced with Gaz next, who was happy to oblige. 

As Simon and ____ watched them and laughed, he discreetly lifted his arm and put it on the back rest right behind her, though he was itching to put it around her shoulders and pull her closer to him. She noticed this, and instinctively moved closer to him. He gulped harshly, feeling his entire body go stiff. 

Wanting to make some small talk, he asked, flashing a boyish smirk at her, “You sleep alright, darling?”

“Yeah, like a log until you came in with your wonderful alarm,” she nudged his side with her elbow, feigning annoyance. 

He chuckled. “You're welcome.” 

There was a pause and he saw her take out her phone. His attention was turned back to his dancing friends until it returned to the lady next to him when he heard her giggle. Wondering if she too was watching the dancing, turned to her to make a comment about it, but instead found her giggling at her phone. A quick glance told him that she was texting someone, and a slightly longer, nosier glance told him that it was Alejandro. 

He drew in a sharp breath, clenching his fists slightly. His earlier anger shot up again, and he pulled his arm off the back rest, and crossed it over his chest, now deciding that watching the fish grill was more interesting. When she was done texting, he asked, 

“How's Alejandro doing, by the way?” Not that he cared. 

“He's alright. He was texting me just now. Said he didn't see me come out of my place this weekend to go out so I told him I was out camping.” she explained. 

Simon's arms crossed tighter. “What a fucking stalker,” he thought. 

“He said he wanted to join us next time.” she added. 

Simon's brow furrowed. He regretted even asking about that man. “I see,” he said through his teeth, appalled by his audacity, especially when he wasn't a close friend of hers. 

Now was his chance to ask her about what she thought of him, and he took it immediately. “I'm curious about one thing, darling,” began Simon. She looked at him attentively. “Do you… like him?”

She looked at him with surprise and then exclaimed, laughing, “No! Goodness, no, Simon. I don't.” 

Simon couldn't hold back a sigh of relief. “You don't?” he asked, hiding his excitement, “I thought you did. He seems cool.”

She looked at him, an eyebrow raised. “You think he's cool? I thought you didn't like him. Especially after how nicely you greeted him when you first met him.” 

He shook his head, chuckling. “I said I would be the “protective boyfriend”, so that's what I was doing.” He felt his face turn hot, a little afraid of how observant she was. “Either way,” he decided to steer the conversation in a slightly different direction, “I was thinking you liked him, and so I thought that if you did, I could stop pretending to be your boyfriend and get out of your way. And you wouldn’t have to come with me to my family reunion.” His face started turning hotter again as he felt like his words were coming out all jumbled up. 

She chuckled again. “Oh, no. It's nothing like that. He's just a neighbour to me, just a friend.” 

He smiled. “Alright then.” Simon exhaled slowly; he was tired of how volatile his feelings had been in the course of that single day, soaring high only to dive down deep and then to soar again. 

The fish was soon grilled and everyone feasted on them. After that, the marshmallows came out, which they put on skewers and toasted over the fire. 

Johnny announced, “We should play ‘Simon Says’!” which earned the chuckles of everyone except Simon. 

“Not this again,” Simon rolled his eyes as he sandwiched the gooey marshmallow and a piece of chocolate between two biscuits to make a smore.

“Come oan!” Johnny coaxed, “Yer no fun!”

Simon relented, “Alright, alright,” 

Johnny grinned and the others sat ready looking at Simon, ready for his orders. 

Simon cleared his throat and said, “Simon says… stop playing Simon says.”

Everyone collectively groaned and protested, making Simon chuckle uncontrollably. 

“Och, sod off, mate! I’ll make Gaz Simon,” Johnny declared, shaking his head at Simon, who was more than happy to oblige.

Gaz took the place of Simon and ordered everyone to do the most outrageous actions, even a whole dance routine that the ladies completely butchered, until everyone’s sides started to hurt from laughing too much. Johnny had to take over soon enough to end Gaz’s reign of “terror”, and everyone had their turn as well.

After a few more games and marshmallows eaten, Johnny decided he'd sing one last song before they'd extinguish the fire and head off to bed because he “wanted to sing ye all tae sleep”.

Over the silent air, the fire over the crackling wood danced with the gently blowing breeze whilst the chirp of insects filled the relaxing silence. The four, tired from playing and laughing, sat still, waiting to hear Johnny. 

He began softly and sweetly to sing,

“Oh, my love said to me, “will you meet me by the sea?” 

You can kiss me underneath the misty moon…”

He stole a cheeky glance at Lindsey, who frowned at him and shyly looked away. He continued, still looking at her, 

“She is stunnin’, she is pretty, she's as warm as amber whisky, 

And as bonny as a heather on the hill.”

____ smiled and giggled at his openly flirtatious display. She was so focused on them that she didn't see how Simon stared at her. 

“When I was a young boy, my mother said to me, 

“Find yourself a pretty lass, don't take her love for free”

From the fields of Aberfeldy to the shores of Loch Maree

I know that she's the only one for me.”

His arm went over the backrest of the bench again, right behind her, and when she leaned against him just a tad, he felt the irresistible urge to put his arm around her shoulders and hug her, this stunning, pretty woman, who was warm as amber whisky and more bonny than a thousand heathers on a thousand hills.

The singing made everyone slouch in their seats out of relaxation, and Simon sat back with a sigh, letting his itchy arm lightly graze against her shoulder. The lady next to him was highly aware of his closeness, and again, she thought of the moment at the arcade. She looked up at him, only to find him staring right at her with his lips slightly parted. She met his eye, feeling a flutter tickle her stomach.

“Simon?” she called softly, lightly tapping his thigh. 

He blinked, realising he was staring. “Yeah?” he asked, turning his head away slightly, embarrassed to have been caught.

“You’re staring,” she teased, echoing his own remark to her when they went out before. 

He chuckled. “Sorry darling, I was just…” he met her eye, “thinking of something,” he said, giving her a fond smile.

“Was it me?” she wondered, but instead smiled. 

They listened to the rest of Johnny’s song, and by the time he ended, nearly everyone was sleepy and yawning. Johnny thanked his audience for listening to his constant singing, pretending to be a famous singer ending a concert, even exaggeratedly bowing to them and earning chuckles and soft applause from his friends. They extinguished the fire and took their plates back to the cabin to wash and gathered their snacks to seal and keep them away.

Just as they gathered in the tent to retire for the night, Johnny announced, “Remember lads, we’re hiking tae see the sunrise tomorrow, so ye all better be ready! We ride at the asscrack of dawn!”

“Alright, that’s enough screaming now. Let’s sleep.” Gaz caught Johnny in a chokehold and pulled him into one of the two rooms in the tent. 

“Make sure tae kiss the homies good night!” Johnny called out laughingly from the room. He even blew a good night kiss to Lindsey, but she just rolled her eyes and went inside the other room in the tent, huffing and blushing. 

The men and ladies exchanged their good-nights and tucked into their sleeping bags. From all the noise in the other room, the ladies could tell that Johnny still hadn’t settled down. Eventually, Simon and Gaz had to scold him, and he soon quieted, making the ladies in the other room giggle to themselves.

Lindsey didn’t take too long to fall asleep, but ____ was wide awake thanks to her very heavy afternoon nap. It was past eleven-thirty when she took out her phone to work on the novel and jot down chapter outlines and her notes and observations of Simon, which would eventually be twisted and bent into a shape fitting for Frederick. Sleep still didn’t come to her, even much past midnight. 

Tired of staring at her phone in the darkness, she closed her aching, strained eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. Sleep would not come anytime soon so, “I suppose a walk would help,” she figured.

Tucking Little Simon under her arm, she carefully slipped past her sleeping best friend and out of the tent without a sound and walked over the damp grass towards the lake and stood at the dock, watching the water ripple under the moonlight and the faraway hills bathed in it. Basked in the gentle light, she looked up at the distant stars, twinkling without a care, and inhaled the cool air of the night. She walked by the pebbled banks for a while, enjoying their soft clatter as she stepped over them, until a soft breeze brought in the clouds, making a light rain descend. 

Not yet wanting to go back to the tent, she made her way to the cabin to sit on the porch to watch the world and the rain go by. In the dim darkness, she saw a large shadow sitting on the wooden bench. 

“Hey, you can’t sleep either?” asked the familiar rough, gravelly voice of the shadow.

“Simon?”

End of Part 10.

Part 11

Simon lore in the next chapter! Leave a comment if you want to be tagged for the next part :) Thank you for reading <3

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[loosesodamarble]

For the ask Game I have just one

🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ?

Whit Josele , Sirius and Sterling

Have a nice day/Night my dear Loo🤗

Hiya Marune! I'm having a good day when I'm answering this so thanks for the well wish!

Now onto your question~!

🧨 - What’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well?

Josele Canty

The devaluing of life.

Josele has lost a lot in her life. Her parents. Her first love, her own magic for a time. And while her Emotion Magic was out of commission, she ended up relying on a magic that stole life from the world around her.

So Josele finds it hard to contain herself when she catches someone dismissing others and the lives they lead. Whether it be by taking lives, treating someone as lesser, or simply not enjoying the little things, Josele struggles to bite her tongue and not tell off a person for being so callous with something as precious as a life.

Sirius Faust

Straight up? The very thought of the primary school he originally attended.

He was shunned and bullied by his classmates there. Teachers refused to address the bullying claims, either thinking he was exaggerating or fearing retaliation from parents (without fearing what Sirius's own parents were capable of...). Sirius endured the treatment for a year before breaking down to Josele and Nacht about it. He (along with Merel and Vivian) was pulled from that school and tutored privately by Zora (as I imagine him becoming some kind of traveling/intermittent teacher in the future). That only lasted a few months before Nacht and Josele found another school for him (and his sisters).

Sirius hates his old school with a burning passion. He refuses to call the establishment by name and makes an effort to dig up all bad incidents about the school and make sure they becomes widely known.

Sterling Faust

Status Obsession.

Born a peasant and adopted into a disgraced noble family, Sterling grew up always being looked down upon. Thus, Sterling has grown to resent those who put a lot of stake in titles and societal positions. She's quick to grow cold to anyone who shows that they value status and is easily irritated by anyone who devalues her or her loved ones simply for not being "elite." It goes the other way too. She hates when people look down on themselves and give up just because they rank low in society. Sterling won't hang with people who practically worship the royal families just because they're royalty because it disrespects the hard work that people like Noelle and Mereoleona do regardless of titles.

Rank, status, titles; all of that doesn't mean much to Sterling in comparison to individual action. She wants to be around people who strive to live rather than people who go through the motions because they were born in a certain social ring.

[1moreff-creator]

How would you rank potential culprits in terms of both likeliness & how satisfying they would be to you personally?

Hmm… Well, I kinda answered likelihood in my EP 13 theory revision, but I’ll go more in detail here. And personal satisfaction is definitely an interesting question, so thanks for the ask!

Likelihood

MonoTV/Arei/Xander/Min/Teruko/Mai (in no particular order): All impossible for one reason or another.

Charles: Effectively impossible too.

David-Veronika-J (in that order): Alibis. Also David and Veronika have plenty of reasons why it wouldn’t make sense for them to be the murderer, but mainly it’s the alibi thing.

Levi: You don’t go that hard in EP 13 and then, just… be the killer. This one’s mostly vibes btw.

Nico-Hu: I greatly respect Hu!Culprit truthers, but I don’t think it’s a very likely theory. Both Nico and Hu have a few reasons why I can’t quite see them as the culprit, but the main reason they’re this low is that I currently have no reason to doubt their alibi.

Rose: Kinda narratively protected by the fact she has to back up Teruko’s claim that the tape disappeared from the gym before the lockdown. If she’s the killer we could actually be cooked on that front.

Arturo: Only other person who’s confirmed to know about Arei and Eden’s conversation about his secret, but there are quite a few issues with this idea.

Whit: I really don’t know why he knew Charles had no nighttime alibi, which is the main reason he’s this high. Also, because if someone asked Eden for the tape, it would be Mr “Hey David go to the relax room” himself. Plus, the ball of clothes could be held together by glue from his stationary and I think that’s the funniest possible way that particular mystery gets solved.

But, you know the drill, none of the previous characters could have taken the tape. And because I think it’s weird to think anyone asked Eden for the tape (she was in the dress-up room and seemed to already be heading out of the second floor without ever going to the gym, so clearly she didn’t go down there expecting to get the tape, meaning grabbing it was a spur of the moment decision and not the result of a request), and Ace has even bigger issues, so…

Ace in number two, Eden number one. Already went into detail as to why in the previously linked EP 13 theory revision.

Personal Satisfaction

(Obvious disclaimer that this is an entirely self-indulgent list, if anyone reading this makes one they are going to differ drastically and that’s cool, also I will respect the dev’s decision no matter if I personally dislike it because art is subjective and I also can’t actually know how much I would like something until I see it executed etc etc)

MonoTV/Arei/Xander/Min/Mai: Yeah I’d be kinda miffed if the culprit is someone that should be completely impossible from what we know.

Teruko: I want the main character to be the main character. Teruko’s genuinely fascinating and I’d hate to see her go this early, especially when I see no indication she actually did this.

Veronika: They already took my favorite character by executing Min, please don’t take my second favorite too D:

David: This motherfucker’s MV haunted me for months I am not letting him die this early.

Levi: Wow CH 13 really changed my perspective on this guy huh? But yeah, it’d just be weird for him to be the killer now after All That.

Nico: I think it’d be really interesting to explore how the cast would navigate having an attempted murderer around, so I’d be disappointed if they die here.

Charles: The trial is just going to read insanely weirdly if he’s, by a miracle of God, the killer. I don’t see a way to make him be this useful and still explain that he’s the killer somehow.

Hu: You can’t make her go that hard on CH 12, set up an interesting foil with Veronika through their secrets, set up an interesting dynamic with both David and Nico after having her trust in them shattered, and then just kill her off without leaving me a little bit disappointed.

Whit: Making him die before Charles just feels like a bit of a wasted opportunity imo, though of course I’ll respect the decision if it happens.

J: Lots of her trial lines would read weird. Also, she’s my first survivor pick after Teruko and I believe she will become the primary support character after Charles gets poisoned with strychnine in CH 3. You will get no elaboration on that, but just know I like the idea, and while I will perfectly understand and accept if that’s not the way the story goes, in terms of personal satisfaction, it would sting a bit.

Rose: I just feel like her character has more to offer, you know? This one’s very vibe based tbf.

Ace: Unlike the previous options, I think I can kinda imagine a world where Ace!Culprit is genuinely a good send-off to his character. I feel like his character still has more to offer and he doesn’t quite thematically fit the chapter, though.

Arturo: The exact same situation as Ace, except now we don’t have to deal with Arturo bothering J during CH3, and that’s a plus on my book. I’m intrigued by his character, but the same can be said about literally every other DRDT character, and the end of the trial is as good a time as any to offer all the answers we still need about him.

Eden: It probably shouldn’t surprise you that, after an entire year of subscribing to the theory, I’ve grown attached to Eden!Culprit from a narrative standpoint. Even though I actually didn’t like it at first, I think there are ways to make Eden a genuinely compelling culprit to a degree I don’t think is there in the other characters.

I believe the inevitable End of Trial Trauma Dump could close out her character in a satisfying way, explaining both motive and mindset; she fits the theme of the chapter better, since her being the blackened would prove what Arei came to believe about there being no such thing as an Ideally Good Person; it would allow for a lot of development (negative development mind you, which I love to see) of other characters; it would serve to start the Second Act Low-point at CH 3; and, well, I’d have been right. This is personal satisfaction, so it’d be silly to ignore that fact.

Anyways, that was pretty fun! Thanks for the ask!

[traumathiccndramatic]

I called that man everything but a child of god on his answering machine because he’s too much of a fucking coward to have done any of this to my fucking face, with any tact or empathy. After LYING to me, telling me he’d make sure I could stay as long as I wanted because my mom was good to him.

Yeah she was.

She died being good to you.

No A/C

No working fridge

Borrowed from her 401k to be able to buy another fridge or have someone come fix it.

She didn’t want to trouble him. Her last days were in an apartment with no A/C and no fridge. What does he do two days after I buried her. His tenant of 20 years? A funeral he didn’t attend? He starts harassing my family and plotting to kick out her disabled daughter with severe mental health/physical health issues. Because, “I’m not the only one with problems”.

Seriously, go fuck yourself you low life son of a bitch who’s life has been so fucking charmed. He’s terrified of me because I said to him things I’m sure no one else has said to his face. Bitch, I heard worse before I was 8 years old. You candy ass, greedy coward.

My mom would have risen from the grave just to kick your fucking ass if she ever even thought you’d be THINKING ABOUT doing half the shit you’ve done.

I’m not done. I’ll tell my story.

Maybe 10 people will see it, but hopefully it helps another disabled girl who would have folded to your threatening and bullying tactics had I not had support from my family.

To mess with a girl whose health was destroyed worrying about her mom after her dad dropped dead too. Who is out of her fucking mind with pure grief. Who would have likely hurt themselves whether intentionally or unintentionally from the stress? Rot in fucking hell. I had no fucking clue how strong I am, but I do now bitch. I’m also no longer alone. I know now people actually love me. Just love me. Mental illness convinced me they didn’t and I withdrew from life thinking the only person in the world I had was my mom. I’m still untangling the lies my brain tells me.

I have her face, I have her eyes and I have her sharp tongue and whit. You may win the battle, but you won’t win the war you greedy old bitch.

[trixidemons]

I know that no one has ever asked you such a question, but I'm interested to know

Is your character a demon, a sinner or a low-class demon born in Hell?

She is actually the queen in Azaroth (a hell more down for Monsters) her Father died and she become the queen, Soo she is powerfull, but she don't use cuz she is too lazy

Btw she is Not a villain, she is a good persons but whit multiple trauma that make her agressive whit people, and she was born in Azaroth

If u want you Can ask Whatever u want, im here to answer^^

[callisto-write]

The sinful priest

My first time ever trying to write something. I apologise for any mistakes!

Warnings: horny priest whit sinful thoughts. And a hot milf.

This is set in a small village ca 1800

~

He would see her every Sunday in church as he was holding mass. She would sit in the front pew. she was a farmers wife, a bit older and very beautiful.

a bit older and very beautiful. He could clearly see her large breasts beneath the sheer shawl she always wore every Sunday.

He tried his best to clear his mind as he continued speaking. He could feel that way she was looking at him was not innocent

~

He would help the farmers oldest son whit bible studies on occasion. One day as he was doing just that while he was sitting in the dining room of the large house. He tried not to look into the kitchen. She was bustling around the kitchen while preparing dinner.

The bodice that she wore seemed to be a bit too tight and the neckline seemed to be a bit too low. Her breast almost spilled out and he tried to not look but it was hard. She called the maid for help but she was outside and did not hear.

He asked the woman if he could be of assistance and she answered that she needed help to take down a barrel of wine in the storage house next door. He got up from his chair and told the son that he would be back shortly.

He followed her outside and into the storage room. Inside the room he reached up to a high shelf and took down a smaller barrel of wine as per her request. he turned around when he heard her let out a small yelp. And saw how she bent over in front of him to pick up her handkerchief that she had dropped.

As she bent over her breast spilled over the low neckline and they looked so soft and plump and all he wanted to do was to reach out and touch them.

But instead he held tighter onto the barrel as his face turned more and more red and his pants became a bit tighter. She stood up slowly while looking at him.

She slowly put her breast back into her bodice while looking into his eyes. Time seemed to stand still. When she was done she took the barrel and walked inside the main house.

He stood still and tried to calm his mind. There was a bucket of cool water in the corner of the room. The coolness of the water did little to calm him down as he washed his face and neck.He saw a barrel of water standing in the corner that he washed his face and neck. He adjusted his pants and took a deep breath to compose himself before he walked back into the house and continued whit the study help.

He slept poorly that night as he was busy touching his hard cock while imagining that his hand was instead her large breasts. He spent his morning prayer in church infront of the altar. He tried to clear his mind but all he could think about was her and how sweet she would taste and it made his knees buckle. And he was thankful for the closed heavy church door this early morning.

~

[libidomechanica]

“As it were wont to do”

A cinquain sequence

               I

The rack and pincers held in soft and distant land. As it were wont to do? Is not too fast.

               II

That gives way; and thou beside the strong in her Charms survived. And grew a seething of the fields.

               III

And tempte to the other. Near and fair your cruell ciuill warriour doth explored, cou’d make toward fever.

               IV

I iou to see and all that. Never fear. Tu-who; tu-whit, tu-who! And Love deny’d.

               V

Walke in Elisian field: is prison forth at length descry the bed. You make immortall hye.

               VI

Teach me, on a day, whose heart. My bent body mocks married men; for thee more carefull verse.

               VII

What the tall grass. Next, she has twa sparkling round as if she’s fretful, I have chosen it.

               VIII

Light a cigarette. Where I took my rounds along the porter than she. And by truant sheep.

               IX

Is your head wit golden foot or a fair desire. And wak’d his Box. For trust to think good?

               X

Lived as do the life that seem’d to heare, may scarse be told that we wish that loue? It from you, love.

               XI

Backwards, still to beholding me back again. You. As in theyr drouping hearth-stone blaze ouer all.

               XII

Who gave a Ball; or whether reioyce or weep: all be laid as low. Hear and beauty shall haue tride.

               XIII

Loose to entertayne. While, going obviously arrayd. My fear it can at last— at last!

               XIV

The poor did I know I have sworn deep discourse, o ioyfull verse. On her huge bright Order blaze?

               XV

No coward conquer, conquest of frost, hail, and would she scorner’s jest! Be she forth did them both.

               XVI

Always the eare that euer fedde in field refused me! A gentle Belle? She was still succeed there.

               XVII

For years, a measure; merry Flocke, adieu; but, alas, if in your hair into memory.

               XVIII

Belovëd,— where theyr decay, as you, or any good. I do love me food she did abyde.

               XIX

Through the blood. I wish that iustice I may gaine. Before me. The steadfast rock of Hazeldean.

               XX

Soul and with rigorous rage hys right. Diana. Gods who’s moving accident or release.

               XXI

Whatsoever than his own. Meet, if They be Just and prized in his time the things indeed so?

               XXII

Till greatest throne,—and Death- bed Alms are compel a well-built nest. Shaking dried mud from the next?

               XXIII

For thought you in a dream. Her snowy browes lyke to view: but think. Who swell thee grants his Pray’r.

               XXIV

While thus with such a n active countenance dew. Whose haruest wast, my hope it seems to looke.

               XXV

But knewe we fooles, what Virgin’s Thoughts. Cupid laid by his bride: and is fill, flyes back again.

               XXVI

In fact I care for. For, that low Bench, rising in the questions. We are ever thankles paine.

               XXVII

Burns to pass a day likewise I had told. And splendid smile. To let me sleep. Themselves do cry.

               XXVIII

Steel did them by the tide? His safe assuraunce. Which, with a sickly Mien shows in my darkness.

               XXIX

Next, she has twa sparkling roguish een. Ne any then spill. For kissing in clamor’s hour.

               XXX

I wont afore: vp grieslie ghostes and so the leaden strike so mortality. For your day.

               XXXI

Join; and when loosing one, sings that sicknesse lay; but oh! The brunt so strongly it to ruinate.

               XXXII

Until I grasp the Skies. The rolling Spleenwort in his grave, yet now past the hart, the gesture.

               XXXIII

When she ended were a wanton boy was his Dominion: no Nation of thy loue cherish.

               XXXIV

And screen’d in Shades, or brew fiercest, but rudely writ. In the long-contend. And could it still morne.

               XXXV

Much good die first thine arm! A good time, so free. Colin make immortalize. Calm ravish’d Hair.

               XXXVI

Sconce’s Height clapt his glory in the Fire. The rainbow wroth, life and all we are not any.

               XXXVII

Some guide … nor technical assistant a few steps. For beauty draws us with becoming.

               XXXVIII

Is it the koi kiss her. Yea, sweet loue, dearest deare return. Tell if thou suborn’d informer!

               XXXIX

For kissing Love’s beauties grace? Through the glory to be inclynd: that of her as they please me.

               XL

A worse to any challenge answer gets the day- light was gone and hold on. Say, if she’s mine.

               XLI

And that fiend that Sunne, whose to endured not. What strangers of the setting dark moved like before.

               XLII

Them mayst attune thy quill, and sighed among men, indeed. Twas he had implor’d propitious Ray.

               XLIII

That instance soon o’ertake his learne to constant of her louely and men’s eye? Too soon elate!

               XLIV

They loosening. Margaret stood in amaze, to sing to endure so tædious toyle, doth spot thoughts?

               XLV

Last Love, let it fly! I’m a man in the bold Thalestris’ Arms the Nymphs there is a garden.

               XLVI

Water, water faucet and mark with me. Love thee sing, as thou wilt be my love: little urn.

               XLVII

How I know the meaning o’er the Shrouds Aerial Whisper lost! Force of unresisted Steel?

               XLVIII

For my pardon of self- doing crime. And drizling drowns to kiss the haven within my breast.

               XLIX

As how you back carefull Colinet. For now each thou didest dye being leave his ray.

               L

Then in the Fire—even These the childbeater is come. And the World. My black-eyed rival came.

               LI

Speeds through the mind to moue, one pleasure past; an’ she hath display’d, each rope distinct, the cuckoo!

               LII

Let her Pray’rs, for Morning Sun descend, or sworn by the harder she is at rest. Hyacinths.

               LIII

But as your waters breed or bread on parish. Why wayle as the knows—what can give pleasure!

               LIV

When I feel the contentment they say, already sounde.—Jamie, come to me as a dreamer.

               LV

That he fayrest let vs eschew and body have need of my finger, now with a kisse.

               LVI

Wine comes back and loue embrace my bane. My face she has falling you of the winged God his place.

               LVII

—Tree of pity, its bark more bronze, the rose I lay. With loue may one answer’d; oh Fount of Light!

               LVIII

No coward soul is mine no trembles most terrifying kind. And want and that it isn’t true.

               LIX

And the mazie thick mass of you. Let me live, and must fall. And a helpe for his scythe to mone.

               LX

Frail, but from euening vntill morne. Tread light, but sudden spring I stood alone, till these thing air.

               LXI

A house or even the earthy top is tricked with little Weed below. To bathe at midday.

               LXII

So doe I not see the door, and mine no price nor beauty. Of disappeared—just two months gone.

               LXIII

Never, yet ever, are all my heart. A monkey had his bride: and when I do seeke the shore!

               LXIV

Hope to seeke the Sentence sign, and only will rob the tears the bayte her great eyes were of old?

               LXV

Ay francke shepherdess, esteem me, and long in civilization, this instant, anxious Care.

               LXVI

But mine’s the genteel and elegant scars. What so well as of one whom I could truly love.

               LXVII

Of neatness little rain is sore When I hope, ’ said I, was well. More translates the swarthy Moors.

               LXVIII

My youthful years the entrappe the things he: yet none as willing me so dear! The Bee him pained.

               LXIX

With starting was full of lies. Last Love, I did spy, resembling on the best agree, that much.

               LXX

By slaying flesh while the Finny Prey, fair Tresses Man’s Treat, but yet none may it mend with paine.

               LXXI

Or discompos’d their hearts are for any good. But what tho’ no Credit doubting Wits may give?

[namorkawaiiwife]

My kid.

Tw: kinda mean namor and reader? Sad content but whit good ending😍

"you lied to me! you deceive me!"

he says to you.

"you tried to deceive me too."

"I'm tired of listening to you!"

"you gave me your heart, you know?.."

a silence stretched for a few seconds.

"would you like me to give it back? whole again?"

you turned to look out to sea.

"you lived a long time namor and an eternity without me! you looked at the surface people waiting for something or someone that for an instant, BROUGHT ME BACK TO YOU!"

you turned to him seeing a tear on his face but still you didn't want to feel sorry for him.

"you will find moonlit nights strangely empty. why when you called me, you never got an answer."

why were you treating him like that?

Oh, darling..

why do you ask?

he never listened to you.

didn't listen to your opinion on the war of wakanda and talokan.

and when you would try to talk to him, he would only think of shuri.

Shuri.

Was she really that perfect?

did he say the same things he said to you before you got married?

you couldn't believe that the only being you thought wasn't like the others did that.. you couldn't believe he didn't love you like he loved shuri.

you ran away from talokan, you went far away.

the only thing you knew was that the entire talokan was worried about you, their queen, the first queen..

but surely shuri would do a better job as a queen, wouldn't she?

she would have the heir she so wanted.

a strong heir to talokan.

then you found out.

was pregnant.

pregnant to him.

you accepted the pregnancy, and months passed.

until she was born.

your daughter, you named her kiri.

she was perfect.

you didn't mind that she had two little dashes of namor

you loved her anyway.

you didn't want to tell namor

until now he finds you.

"why did you run away?!"

he said.

you chuckled trying to hold back the tears.

"are you serious? you didn't care about me since you saw HER! shuri! you didn't listen to my opinion. just spoke of her, she is perfect, the perfect queen, the perfect wife SHE IS WHAT YOU WISH YOU HAD... it's not me anymore.. it's her.. she is the woman you could kill millions to erase your memories of with me and put her in them... am i not right?"

"y/n-"

a cry came from inside you house, your daughter's cry, you ran inside ignoring him, soon arriving in your daughter's room who was in her crib crying.

you approached her and took her in your arms, soon calming her down, forgetting that namor was now at the bedroom door looking at you.

"you have a daughter?.. "

he asks and your attention returns to him.

"your daughter."

you took off your daughter's blanket and he slowly approached you, looking at all the perfections your daughter carried..

the pointed ears, the little wings on the feet.

you looked at him.

he was crying.

What did I do.."

he said.

"I made you run away, because of my selfishness, I forgot everything we went through together, everything you did to see me happy, I don't deserve you, I don't deserve to have a daughter from you and be so perfect... just like you... You worked so hard for me and Talokan and I just played it like it was nothing, I played it all just because of someone who doesn't even come close to you."

he gently cupped your daughter's cheeks and she gave a sweet laugh, you looked at him and saw the regret in his eyes, you remembered that every time he took too long to come see you before you left for talokan, he always apologized to you with that look of regret.

"do you regret what you did?.."

you asked in a low tone but he could hear.

"I regret being such a jerk to you..I know you won't forgive me, and I really don't deserve your forgiveness."

you looked at your daughter and then at him.

"kiri do you think he deserves forgiveness?"

kiri reaches out her tiny hands to namor.

"hold her."

you said and soon namor took her in his arms, you watched them while Kiri played with the necklaces that namor had.

"I forgive you."

you said.

"y/n..I don't deserve your forgiveness.."

You held his face gently and then kissed him.

Namor returned the kiss, a kiss full of longing and love.

you broke away from the kiss.

"my queen.."

he said and then looked at kiri.

"and my little princess."

kiri smiled sweetly as she looked at him.

you touched his cheek and felt a scar and soon looked better.

"what is it?"

Namor looked at you and then gave a desperate laugh.

"how can I explain.."

"shuri?"

he nodded.

you chuckled.

"it's not funny."

"she did that too?"

you say referring to the wing of his foot that was bandaged.

"it still hurts."

"my king didn't win the war hmm?"

you say while picking up kiri in your arms.

"yeah..."

"See Kiri? Your father isn't as good as he says is he?"

you say while laughing softly.

"yeah yeah I'm an idiot I know, but no need to throw it in the face."

he says.

"kiri, isn't your mother boring?"

he says and you look at him.

"Kiri, isn't your father selfish?"

"oh stop honey"

"you started!"

"you!"

you guys were fighting over who started it while kiri was confused.

"okay okay I started!"

you said feeling defeated.

"I know."

you looked at Kiri.

"kiri is going to talokan when?"

"whenever you want dear."

"What if I want to go now whit her?"

[ptersparkers]

scenes from a diner (one)

summary: a small diner off of a freeway exit becomes a sacred meeting place for you and aaron hotchner. 

notes: hi, loves. wrote this on a whim last night and there will probably be a second part to it. enjoy! x

warnings: typical criminal minds talk/violence and typos, probably.

It’s late.

The sky has been dark for a few hours when you enter the classical American diner just off of the freeway, inhaling the familiar scent of burnt coffee and sweet pie from the register counter. Compared to the weather outside, the diner is warm. The warmth welcomes you as you grip your bag against your shoulder and enter the building; it’s a stark contrast from the cold October air and you want nothing more than to warm up. The walls are decorated in colorful posters straight from the 1950s and the music is a soft, low hum of whatever jazz tracks Rudy’s in the mood for.

Rudy. He’s nice enough to let you sit in his diner, undisturbed, for hours on end and he’s kind enough to charge you for only one cup of coffee even though you consume much more than that. It’s probably because you worked here for two years straight during your last years in your graduate program, but you like to think it’s because Rudy likes you.

You beeline for the booth in front of the open kitchen when Patty, the lead supervisor for the overnight night, greets you. She’s blonde, in her mid-sixties, and always talks about her grandkids because she’s sure they’re going to grow up to become famous rock stars. In a way, you almost feel as though she’s adopted you as one of her own because of how frequently she asks you about how you’re doing in school and what your love life looks like.

“Teach another class?” Patty asks from beside you. She’s got a fresh pot of coffee in her hands (you can tell because she refuses to serve you any of the stuff that’s been sitting on the burner) and a plate of hash browns, short stacks, and sausages. 

“Today wasn’t so bad,” you answer, thanking her for the coffee and the meal. “You’d think a bunch of freshmen would be pure chaos but I’m still surprised that they’re actually there to learn.”

“Well, I’m not,” says Patty. “You’re one of the smartest people I know and I think all of your students know that too.” 

“You’re too kind, Patty. What about you? Is Rudy giving you any trouble?” 

Patty warms your heart. You’re a PhD candidate, suffering from listless studies and a poor balance of work and home life. Lately, you feel like you’re losing grasp on your life and you find yourself staring off into space, wondering if what you’re working towards is worth it. Moving to New York for your undergrad, then D.C. for your graduate program, had been a dream come true. No more small towns to make you feel like you’re the least important person on Earth. In the big cities, at least, feeling unimportant was just because there were too many people occupying the same space, not because people looked down on you.

Patty smiles at you and pats your shoulder. “Not tonight, but that’s a first.” She says it with glee. “You’re gonna be one hell of a forensic psychologist, my dear. Now eat up, can’t have you studying and grading papers on an empty stomach.”

She leaves without another word and you dig into your meal, unaware of the last time you ate. The coffee’s as good as it can be, and while you prefer a latte from the coffee shop near your apartment, it doesn’t stay open past six in the evening and you find yourself leaving campus well after then. The long days are taxing, and it’s the middle of the fall semester. You don’t know how you’re managing to balance your own work on top of teaching a curriculum that you’re passionate about. With all the mandatory test material you’re required to give and papers you’re required to assign, the never-ending flow of paper and digital work makes you feel like your eyes are going to pop out of your head at any given moment. 

The diner’s a safe haven, of sorts. Low murmurs and slow traffic keep you company (you prefer to work with white noise) and the company of the likes of Rudy, Patty, and Jade (who you’re not completely fond of, but you two get along). You can’t concentrate when listening to music, finding the comforting melodies and familiar lyrics too much of a distraction. It’s half the reason why you chose to study in a public place. 

A couple of years before your temporary teaching position, you’d been desperate for a job after moving from New York. You were lucky that you were granted a full ride to NYU, and working at the local coffee shop was your way of supplementing income as spending money. Rudy was kind enough to interview you when you approached him about a ‘HELP WANTED’ poster and called you the next day to tell you the job was yours if you wanted it. Working at Rudy’s was nothing short of a means to an end, but you liked the company you kept. 

Rudy was a mentor in your life away from your studies. You blink the memories away every time you think about your childhood but they never seem to listen to you. You can picture yourself at thirteen, hiding in your closet when you hear commotion downstairs. You’d just excused yourself to bed after watching a movie with your mother and father, and both of them said goodnight before closing your bedroom door. 

It wasn’t until an hour later that you were woken up by screams. 

You don’t know what happened next. The memory fast forwards and the next thing you know, you’re sitting with your knees to your chest and your hand covers your mouth to prevent yourself from screaming. You don’t remember crying either, just the sheer panic of what was to come. 

Then came the gunshots.

One. 

You heard your mother scream in agony and she began to plead for her life.

Two.

Silence. 

You don’t dare make a move. Everything seemed like it was a dream, a horrible dream that you’d only remember as a distant nightmare. It felt like you were out of your body and seeing life through a different perspective, that you weren’t a scared child hiding in your closet because you were afraid that you would be next.

But it wasn’t a dream and you didn’t wake up. 

You heard sirens after what felt like an eternity and a round of gunshots after the fact. You later learned the lone gunman had decided to die, suicide by cop, and aimed his gun at a police officer before eventually being shot twice. You remember two detectives (David Rossi and Jason Gideon were their names, but sometimes that memory is a little fuzzy) coaxing you out of the closet and telling you the worst was over. You opened your mouth and tried to speak, but nothing came out. You specifically remember Jason allowing you the grace to cry, but you couldn’t. 

“You’re safe.” David’s words echo. 

It was a partial truth. Foster care was not something you particularly liked and at the rip age of eighteen, you were on your own. 

You’re pulled out of that memory when you see your screen start to dim.

Your laptop stares back at you when you pull up your dissertation. It’s been haunting you for a while now and there are moments when you feel like you can crank out page after page, and there are moments when you feel like your brain is completely empty. Right now, it’s the latter. 

There are a few people scattered across the diner when you look from above the screen. A few older couples who chat with Rudy. Some college students you don’t recognize. A few customers who fly solo. People watching is much more fascinating than working on your paper.

But you try your best and write half of a page, cross checking your notes. Your table’s sprawled out with your belongings (notebooks, journals, and other articles you’re using for your thesis) and you silently wish you had a better system of organizing your notes so that the right article shows up when you need it. 

Your coffee’s long gone by the first hour. Taking deliberate sips between typing, you promise yourself you’d fetch another pot of coffee as a reward (something Rudy granted you permission to do, even after you quit). You see your laptop losing its battery and reach into your bag for the charger, bending under the table with the electrical outlet. It’s why you like this table so much and why you’ve memorized each table that has one. 

When you feel your eyelids grow heavier, you know you need another cup. Patty nods at you when you silently ask her to watch your belongings and you tug your cardigan around your shoulders when you stand just behind the counter to refill your mug. 

You must be really out of it because you barely register knocking into someone when you step behind the counter. 

“Oh,” is all you say when a few droplets spill from the cup. You look up and you want the Earth to swallow you whole.

The man who you bumped into is drop dead gorgeous. 

He’s much taller than you, has a jawline that could cut you like a knife, eyes so brown that you’re afraid that you might get lost in them. The stranger is wearing a suit and tie–you’re a sucker for a man who looks good in a suit–with his shoes matching the color of his belt. 

You feel like you could fantasize about this man to your wits end. Tall, handsome, and wears a suit? He’s painfully your type. Maybe this is a meet-cute, where the devilishly beautiful man in front of you offers to buy you a cup of coffee or a slice of pie (and you tell him you always get these on the house, so he doesn’t have to pay for you) just to get you to talk to him. The stranger would then accompany you back to your table, you’d put your studies away and make small talk about his life and yours, and he’d lead you back to his place. You’d live happily ever after and that’s the end of the story.

But like all of your dreams, they come to an end.  

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes. “I wasn’t watching where I was going. You’re not hurt, are you?” 

You gulp. You notice a few droplets of coffee have stained your cardigan, but it’s nothing you can’t get out. 

“No, I’m fine,” is what you say. Your heart is beating, though you can’t tell if it’s because he startled you or because you feel like you’re falling in love with a man you’ll most likely never see again.

“Good,” he replies. He stares at the coffee in your hand and then back up at you, and offers a closed-mouth smile as he steps out of your way. You can only bow your head and make your way back to your table, wishing you were clever enough to hold a conversation with him. 

But you don’t. You put your glasses back on and motion back to your studies.

***

Aaron’s had a long day. 

The case extended an extra day and he flew in from Dallas, Texas, an hour ago. The plane ride felt like an eternity, from Spencer and Derek’s bickering to Emily and JJ’s low murmurs about what they were up to during the weekend. Debating on whether to stay late in the office to finish up the paperwork or take it home, Aaron decided that he needed a change of scenery or he might very well start resenting his job. He sends his team home and tells them not to worry about anything other than getting a good night’s sleep, and he tells them to sleep in an extra hour unless there’s a case. 

There’s always a case, but sometimes there isn’t. 

His work bag is slung over his shoulder when he leaves the building and he wishes he were in anything other than a suit. He knows of a few places he could go to - the diner off of the freeway, Jessica’s house, or the office in his local gym that’s open 24-hours. The owner lets him use it because he admires Aaron’s work. Aaron dismisses going to Jessica’s, knowing that Jack was at a sleepover and that she would most likely be asleep by now. He rules out the gym because he doesn’t want anyone he’s familiar with to bother him. 

To the diner he goes. 

He doesn’t need to use the GPS. It’s on his way home and he always says he’d get something from the restaurant on his way home, but he’s never stopped. When he pulls into the parking lot, he’s surprised that there are quite a few people at this time of night. It’s bright inside, something Aaron needs to stay awake for the next hour or two. He locks his door and shoves the keys deep into his pocket.

The diner is as quaint as he pictures what diners should be. The scent of coffee is what entices him the most and he feels himself nearly drool when he smells the hashbrowns on the griddle. Too tired to do anything other than order a meal and work on the remaining paperwork, Aaron trudges to the register when he bumps into you on the way.

He watches you stumble and nearly reaches out to help you balance yourself, but you stand upright before he gets the chance to. The interaction isn’t long and soon you’re excusing yourself. 

Aaron spares one glance at you when you walk away from him and takes notice of the many notebooks and paperclipped stacks on the table. He wants to question it, but doesn’t. Instead, he tugs on his suit jacket to make it fit properly after he bumped into you and walks to the cash register, where Patty welcomes him.

“Hi, hon. What can I get you?”

“Uh,” Aaron says, clearing his throat. He looks at the menu above her and he doesn’t know what he wants. “Coffee, to start.”

“I’ll be back in a second,” is all Patty says before walking to fix him a cup. 

Patty discreetly looks back at Aaron and watches as he looks at you for a second time. She chuckles to herself and pours his coffee when he hears him clear his throat again, and Patty’s sure he knows what he wants. 

“Decided yet?” she asks. 

“Just the BLT with a side of hash browns, please and thank you.” Aaron pays for his meal and leaves a twenty-dollar tip. Patty, raising her eyebrow at the gesture, puts one elbow on the counter and leans closer to him.

“Her name’s Y/N,” she pointedly says. “PhD student at George Washington University. A real smart cookie, if you ask me. She’s going places.”

Aaron furrows his eyebrows. He didn’t ask, but he’s not upset that Patty spoke up. Aaron doesn’t dare to look back at you for a third time. 

“Thank you,” Aaron says, looking at her name tag, “Patty. I suppose I should introduce myself. Aaron Hotchner.”

“Well, Aaron, I hope you enjoy your coffee and your BLT.” 

Before Aaron can turn to leave, Patty speaks once again.

“She’s here most nights.” 

Aaron watches as Patty disappears into the back with a mischievous smirk on her face, unsure of how he should read into it. As he turns to choose a seat, you catch his eye. You’re biting on the end of your pen and stare at your screen with, to him, malicious intent. 

PhD student. You’re probably working on a dissertation. 

Aaron pulls himself away from you and chooses to sit two tables over, pulling his case files out and begins to work on them.

[whispersofrot]

any ideas for life with the school lI's after graduation? Doesn't have to be domestic

This was so ridiculously fun to write ty anon. I tried to keep this more when they’re like 19-22ish. If anyone wants the LI’s in a more well established life later down the road lmk.

Putting my answer under the cut bc this ended up being roughly 1k words.

Robin The Orphan

True to their boy/girl next door personality, I think Robin would find a life befitting of that trope. They wait tables at the cafe during the week. They use whatever money they have leftover at the end of the week to help out the kids at the orphanage, but after their debt's payed off they make sure Bailey never sees a cent of it. Robin also shares a small house/apartment with a few of the other kids you grew up with. 

Low Love: Robin dreams of moving out of this shithole town, after a while their need to get out overpowers their want to help the orphans and they start saving for the big move. If you ask them not to they'll listen, they've always looked up to you after all, but with how little you speak to each other these days, is it worth putting Robin through the pain of staying?

High Love: Robin starts dividing up their savings into funds for the orphanage and funds for their own cafe, or taking over at Sam’s(but that might require pc’s help in convincing that selfish bastard to hand it over). They’ve found comfort in the simple routines involved in their work, and found that their regulars are completely unphased when they crossdress on the clock. 

(Love the idea of Robin owning a small cafe and sharing an apartment with the pc above it. Like that’s such a cute idea)

Whitney The Bully

Looking at the way Whitney operates in the game, I don’t think it’d ever be made too obvious what they do with their life. I could see them hopping from job to job a lot, because they can’t seem to keep one longer than six months. They still roam the alley’s, but you typically only find them at night.  

Low Love: When you go to the pub to visit Landry, you’ve got about a 50/50 chance of seeing Whitney. You don’t know exactly what they’re doing, but you do know Landry’s been complaining about a new contact of theirs. If you try to confront Whitney, they’d either tell you it’s none of your business (low dom) or pick a fight to shut you up (high dom).

High Love: Most of the above is still true, but they’re more open about their more questionable side gig. You don’t know the details, but you do know finances aren’t a thing Whitney’s concerned with despite their inability to keep a job. At high love if you ask them about it they’ll just smile and insist that their pretty little slut doesn’t need to worry about it. 

(I also like the idea of Whit working at the pub when they’re a bit older and have sorta ‘calmed down’ a touch)

Kylar The Loner

After school I think Kylar would either become more involved in whatever their parents are up to(which we don’t know anything about besides that they happen to be powerful/influential) or become self employed in one way or another. I think the rest of their routine would be pretty similar.

Low Love: Kylar becomes more of a genuine threat to your day to day life around town, street encounters happen regularly(among other things). I think they’d also interfere more with your work, spreading malicious rumors to keep people away from you and breaking into wherever you live on the regular to mess with your personal belongings. Kylar might also try to threaten anyone you do have high love with. I honestly think you’d have to dismiss them at low love just to be able to have a functional life in town.

High Love: Kylar’s trying to live out their domestic fantasy. Any debt you still owe to Bailey they’d get rid of as soon as possible, even if they have to use their parents' money to do it. Much more insistent in celebrating your relationship(marriage as soon as humanly possible, gift giving regularly, living together, etc..). Kylar would be much easier to manage/keep happy after high school, they’re easier to avoid while being easier to please. On the flip side, I think refusing to participate in more domestic tasks regularly might set them off, so while you can avoid raising jealousy when out and about, the moment you get home it can be all too easy to significantly increase their jealousy. 

(I also think at this point high love high jealousy Kylar would be more prone to genuine outbursts, they’ve lost any subtlety they’ve had before. Probably rambling about how they’d never dream of hurting you while doing exactly that.)

Sydney The Faithful/Fallen

Sydney’s involvement with the temple is much more passive now, with corrupt Sydney leaving it all together and pure Sydney getting too caught up in college/work to do much more than their monthly inspections. If they’re not in college I think you could find them at the school still, they’ve replaced the old librarian. They’ve found themselves more interested in the temple's history rather than its current practice; you can find them at the lake on the weekends. 

Low Love: Syd always flew under the radar so I don’t think you’d really run into them much. Other than at the lake you might run into them at Sirris’s shop on occasion, but other than those two options I honestly can’t see them doing much else around town. 

High Love: Your relationship hasn’t done much to change how busy Syd is, but now you can accompany them to the lake or to visit Sirris. If you’ve kept them pure you can choose to help them out at the temple when they have the time to volunteer. At the lake they might tell you about some old secrets of the temple, fidgeting with their pendant as they tell you about what lies beneath the lake’s surface. You can’t tell if they believe it or not.

[blushblushbear]

gonna try and blaze through some of these so I'm not stuck here all night

my goodbye low key sounded like a miku hatsune at the start

then it went some youtube pop rock

this breakup song is not earned at all

also this is very much youtube original music with an anime version of the singer as the visual and I don't know how to unpack that other than to say I don't like that stuff actually....

STORM

the fact that there's not a lot of people in the ensemble is getting really grating now I won't lie-- it feels like he's being answered by a bunch of cloned robots

like--- a few more people in a few other voices that are of a different profile to add some more richness would've helped a lot here

LUCK RUNS OUT

I'm very not for this song but I am very here for Odysseus getting called out very accurately

that THANK YOU is p funny

KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE

I was hopeful until Aeolus started talking......

I think--- I think I'm just not here for what this musical is trying to do

just the whole swath of types of pop with little rhyme or reason

............that no.... you sure you didn't wanna do another take of that??? Ithaca right on the horizon and then you're swept away watching it disappear on the horizon like your last felting hope of returning home, you sure you don't wanna give that no a little more power there??? No??? alright....

I will say I dig the songs ending but it is very Anime Villain showing up out of no where to start a fight cause he's full of himself lol

RUTHLESS

I really LOVE Poseidon's vocals

THOUGH----- wtf is this shit about 'this could've been avoided if you just killed my son'

I'm sorry WHAT?!

Also I hate whenever there's like backup to a main singer it really does sound like the main singers Back Up-- like the extra vocals don't add stuff they just repeat the last word (WORD!)

also speaking of anime 'ALL I GOTTA DO IS OPEN THIS BAG!'

Aki singing voice XD

PUPPETEER

glad to hear a repeating melody

too bad they started singing and the awkward pacing of the sing talking returned as well

Singers. Just Singers. Not actors. Who needs to act in musical theater.

I don't love Circe's accent but the back and forth of the story being told and the story actively happening is really nice

also BOOOOOOO MAKING ODYSSEUS THE GOOD GUY BOOOOOOOO

the accent really is messing up the rhythm of the main line of things for Circe

WOULDN'T YOU LIKE

dead ass he sounds like Reece lol

also this song is a perfect example of how not all songs need to be 'song' length

I'll admit thus far most of the songs have been fine as far as length goes but this one could've been a minute and that would've been fine

DONE FOR

pretty strong start

this musical really wants to have quick whit and big epic songs and I feel like they don't quite land either??? like it just needed another pass or two. Mostly it's the timing

THERE ARE WAYS

p good start too but say it with me

*deep inhale*

BOOOOOOOOOO MAKING THE ODYSSEUS THE GOOD GUY BOOOOOOOOOOOOO

maybe this is why so many people are Hot on the odyssey, cause they only know this and not the original lmao

also I will say I really like the melody of this song but I'm always weak for tango-esque shit and violins lol

also I don't hate how this is split up into arches but low key that would make a stage version of this musical a mess pacing wise

SO I'M GOING TO TAKE A BREAK CAUSE THERE'S ONLY SO MUCH MUSICAL THEATER I CAN LISTEN TOO BEFORE I HAVE TO *MOVE MY BODY* (whee adhd) but I will say as I was getting up to pee I was thinking that this last song is probably the only one thus far I'd wanna like-- listen to listen to

that having said that even now I can't remember how it goes...

rip

BEAR'S EPIC BLOGGING

so I already feel bad for the anon who asked my opinionated musical theater ass to look into Epic.

Gonna attempt to keep my thoughts succinct and all on the same thread/under read more--

but with that said if you wanna avoid this all together, which is very fair, I'm gonna be tagging this as bear's epic blogging

with that all said DOWN INTO THE CUT WE GO

So right off the bat I will say the musical IMMEDIATELY looses points cause the majority of the songs are 3-4 minutes long

I'm very much of the mind set that all big feelings and plot points SHOULD have a song, but the issue with a lot of modern musicals is that they think all songs need to be 'song' length (so about 3 to 4 minutes long)

they're wrong and I think my favorite example of how to do 'give a feeling a song but don't let it over stay it's welcome' is I guess this is Goodbye from Into The Woods (side note if you saw disney's movie of this musical, I'm so sorry, that was insulting, go watch that PBS recording with Bernadette Peters, she's amazing)-- it's about fairy tale characters, this is Jack of Jack and the Bean stock fame and this is the moment he's saying goodbye to his beloved cow in exchange for magic beans. This is a big moment for Jack and is the driving force for his actions for the first half of his story so it's important, and since it's an important beat in a musical, we sing! -- for about 30 odd seconds and then we continue with the plot cause we have A LOT of story to get through.

And on the note of A Lot of story to get through---

SO-- I'm a broke bitch, so how I experience musicals is I read through the plot summary on wiki, and as songs come up, I listen to the song.

This approach is especially apt here since there is no stage production and low key THANK GOD cause this opening number is actually pretty bad as opening numbers go.

But put a pin in that cause we'll come back to it, NOW--!

I actually gave the wiki a dry read before putting music into anything cause--- well, admittedly it's partly curious but also low key uh--- so I'm not as Hot on The Odyssey as everyone else seems to be? It's a story about a captain who gets mad lost, and losses most of his men, and cheats on his wife, and yeah I GUESS it's an epic tale of his journey home or whatever but like----

I feel like it puts a damper on things when you take some details into account--- like how it's mostly just HIS journey, fuck all the dudes he brought with him I guess. This ain't about them meme. Also 'Her white arms round him pressed as though forever' does loose some cache for me when I know cha boy like---- full on cheated on his wife on the way there. He never gave up coming home! Buuut he did take a break to get laid and loose a lot of his men on the way.

I know it's like-- cunning and he out smarts the odds and blah blah blah but like-- he's still an asshole ya know??

So I was curious how they were gonna spin this, so I read the wiki. I still have not finished the wiki cause HOLY SHIT this thing is long. I know it's supposed to be An Epic but like--- I feel like things could've been stream lined SOME. ESPECIALLY when the songs are 4 minutes a piece BRUH.

I'm going to try and have an open mind here but the odds are already against this thing from word go.

BUT OKAY, the opening number.

I know it's not a stage production but like---------

If you're gonna call something A Musical, on some level you have to treat it like one.

A lot of musicals lately seem to want to REMOVE the theater aspect of musical theater (god forbid we have some incidental music or like------ A THEME or anything)

At the start of this I'm already missing the sort of Establishing Song that's in a lot of my favorite musicals.

Or I guess I should say like--- the establishing melody or stanza or something. Not all of them are full numbers but they help set the stage (sometimes literally, fucking the way the Beetlejuice musical has all it's pieces like light up or roll in and just like the scene fades in MWAH glorious I DROOL)

But yeah, Prologue: Invisible from Beetlejuice, Overture from The Producers (which I only just realized has a bit of Prisoners of Love in the full version WHICH IS THE SECOND TO LAST SONG they really said MEDLEY! with their whole chest lol), Little Shop of Horrors from Seussical the Musi--- JUST KIDDING IT'S FROM LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS, No One Mourns the Wicked from Wicked, The Ballad of Sweeney Todd from Sweeney Todd (2012 London cast my beloved), Seasons of Love from RENT, Alexander Hamilton from Hamilton (which say what you want about Miranda but DAMN this musical is so efficient and well crafted ARGUE WITH THE FUCKING WALL) HELL, EVEN HOLD ME, BATBOY FROM BAT BOY THE MUSICAL

Ever single one of these starts with a song or a bit of music that sort of Vibe Checks the audience into the world we're gonna be living in for the next 2 to 3 hours and if they don't also act as a whole on establishing number (aka a Welcome To This World song or Here's The Start of The Plot song) then it's the very next number in the show and usually follows IMMEDIATELY after

(Opening Night from the Producers, Rent from RENT, The Whole Being Dead Thing from Beetlejuice, Aaron Burr, Sir from Hamilton, No Place like London from Sweeney Todd, AND Downtown/Skid Row from The Little Shop of Horrors MY BELOVED, HAZBIN HOTEL FUCKING WISHES SHE COULD BE YOU SO BAD, MY BEAUTIFUL FLAWLESS, DARLING!!! {okay but seriously Happy Day in Hell wanted to be Skid Row so fucking bad but she tripped over the starting line and broke her neck, deadass. Though to be fair Hazbin sweetie, you never stood a chance, Skid Row does SUCH an AMAZING job introducing it's world, establishing it's characters and their wants and feelings, No One can beat it. THAT FUCKING PART WHERE THE BUMS ARE CLIMBING THE DAMN FENCE LIKE FUCKING ZOMBIES you live in my head rent free! You and the lady who starts the song-- DAMN! Sing it child INDEED.})

But yeah, back to Epic.

I'm not going to hold the fact that it doesn't sound like Full Musical Theater deal against it since it's basically a handful of people headed mostly by One Guy (there is no pit, there is no orchestra, it's not a whole ensemble of singers), but I WILL hold the fact that it basically doesn't have an establishing number at all at it's start against it.

No Vibe check, no settling in, just BAM! In medias res! Hey dude, I know you're in a war right now, but you gotta kill this baby dude, trust.

It really did just smack me in the face with it's plot. (full palm)

AND THE FACT THAT THIS IS GREEK MYTH LIKE-------

HELLO??????? GREEK CHORUS??????? WHERE ARE YOU GREEK CHORUS??????? GODS AND OR MUSES???? OUTSIDE OBSERVER TO TELL THE STORY THAT COULD'VE GIVEN US A PROPER ESTABLISHING NUMBER???????? THAT CONCEPT IS /LITERALLY/ FROM GREEK MYTH?!?! ESPECIALLY SINCE THE GODS ARE APPARENTLY ALREADY HUDDLED AROUND WATCHING ANYWAY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

like.......................................

Like I said at the top of things I literally feel so bad for that anon. They probably did not know I am Mad Opinionated About Musical Theater but I am. And they did not know the land mine they stepped on by low key suggesting me to give it a listen.

Unfortunately I am Anton Ego here. I don't LIKE musical theater-- I LOVE IT.

THIS ALL BEING SAID---

I will say I think a saving grace for me during this is that Jorge Rivera-Herrans has a pretty solid singing voice.

It's very modern musical pretty boy which I'm not the hugest fan of by I can def see why people want to draw a face to match it and/or apply it to their blorbos and ocs.

This ride is already starting out bumpy for me, but my butt's probably just sensitive, so take my bitching with a grain of salt.

Also know that just cause I'm complaining doesn't mean I hate it. I complain about Blush Blush all the time in the discord and I basically spend most of my free time doing shit on here so--

Alright, I'm gonna get through a few more songs before I tune back into yap some more

I'd say stay posted, but like--- maybe don't I'm always a complainer when it comes to modern musical theater <XD;

[tesstuffsblog]

Scars, nightmares and back to the future part 2

┕━» part one

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female reader

Rating: fluffy fluff, dork soft eddie

Summary: Morning with Eddie; kissing; dancing and cute stuff; changing his bandages

Word count: 1356

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(First part is inspired from my wattpad fanfiction “Together, until the end”)

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Your eyes open tiredly in the sunlight that shines through the blinds of the room, noticing that Eddie's not with you. You slip on a pair of underwear and a Metallica t-shirt, that Eddie had left in the wardrobe, it’s a bit too big for you, enough to cover your butt, leaving your thighs bare at the fresh morning air.

You head into the kitchen to see him shirtless, his hair in a low bun while he's making...something?

"Good morning sweetheart" he greets you with a kiss on your cheek running a hand in your hair "I made breakfast...these are pancakes. They should be pancakes...well I tried" He smiles placing the plate and a glass of orange juice on the table. He’s so cute.

"That's the important- trying" you smile softly yawning

"What do you mean by that?" he tilts his head slightly

"Nothing, I'm sure it will be delicious. Thanks Eds"

"I can still feel a bit of sarcasm in your voice." Eddie looks at you like a lovesick as he admires your morning beauty.

"Did you sleep well?" Eddie asks you as he sits crossing his legs in the chair

"I haven't slept like this in...I don't even know how long," you both chuckle and pour some maple syrup on the pancakes, which, surprisingly, are decent enough.

"Oh and that-that's my t-shirt. It looks really good on you" he points to you with the fork

"Yeah, it's comfortable" you grin taking another piece of food from the plate “By the way, i had fun last night” you mutter out to him, a shy grin beginning to form on your face at the thought of last night

“Yeah, me too” Eddie says whit a smirk on his lips.

"Ohh look at this." you indicate enthusiastic noticing a tape "Let me put some music." you exclaim exalted while taking some tapes. Eddie watches you in awe as you walk around the room"Huh Tear for Fears, choose 'Everybody wants to rule the world' or 'Head over heels'?" you look at him waiting for an answer with the two tapes in your hands

"There isn't something more... y'know more catchy?" he makes a disgusted face and takes another bite

"Then option two it is"

"Oh no, I don't listen to these 'things' "

"How dare you...however we don't have Black Sabbath or Iron Maiden here"

He is already ready to start complaining jokingly, but he stops "So...what do you think?" 'Head over heels' resonates loudly as the open window brings in a cool breeze that you can feel against your bare legs.

"I thought worse...and it doesn't mean I like it!" he hurries to reply despite the smile printed on his face

"Hey, dance with me?" you ask approaching him

"Uh uh i'll pass"

"C'mon" you begin to slowly dance around the room and the shirt rise a bit showing more of your bare legs "Something happens and i'm head over heels, I never find out until I'm head over heels" you sing softly

Eddie can't help but stare at you with a smile, you’re gorgeous, and he still can't believe he has the girl of his dreams.

But he can't refuse your adorable doe eyes while you takes his hand and drags him towards you.

"Oh c'mon Munson, you should give this music a chance ya know. You can listen to metal and other genres too."

You wrap your arms around his abdomen with your chest pressed against his back and your cheek resting on the boy's shoulder. He stops, stretching his neck backwards, smiling. His cheeks turn red, making you smile. You, relaxed, close your eyes print a kiss on his neck and then one on his shoulder while your arms surround his waist. "Thank you..."

"For what?" Eddie turns in his embrace and puts his hands on your waist

"For opening up to me last night," you explain while drawing circular shapes with your fingers on his biceps

"I trust you and I feel more comfortable than I've ever felt before when i'm with you" He draws you closer hugging you tightly. He feels comfortable talking to her, he feels understood and not judged. As he hasn't felt for a long time.

You can't contain the laughter as Eddie starts to make you turn in his arms, peppering all your face with kisses. Finally, he kisses your lips and gently puts his hands on your cheeks. You both laugh, it's all so pacific.

You melt completely while Eddie is too busy to look at you to actually listen to what you’re saying gb“Hey, love”

“Mhm oh i’m sorry, what were you saying” he snaps out of his trance looking into your eyes

“I said you want me to change your bandages? Yesterday you took them off so…can i put them for you?” you ask softly looking at his abdomen and he smiles nodding looking at you with air of such love and adoration.

You reach some alcohol and a rag to soak into it and you both go into the living room, he sits on the couch opening his legs to allow you to keel between them.

Eddie clears his throat and looked away as his cheeks flush.

“You k?”

“Well i’m sitting on a couch while a pretty girl is keen king between my legs so” he smiles awkwardly but suddenly flinches when you press a alcohol soaked rag on his stomach

“Yeah yeah act like last night didn’t exist” you smirk

“Tell me if it’s too tight, okay?” you groat your eyebrows focusing on what you’re doing while Eddie attached his affectionate gaze to you. You lean in closer to him as you wrap the makeshift bandage around his back, bringing the two ends forward again and pulling them tight.

“F-fuck” he swears in pain and you murmur a soft “sorry”

He looks down at you as your pretty hands move delicately around his abdomen.

He jumps slightly when a burning sensation hits him inside but it doesn’t stop the amount of butterflies that fly in his stomach at every movement you make.

“Voila. That’s it” you smile finishing bandying him and press a kiss on the white bandage to remember him that you’re not disgusted by them and he smiles flushed.

“Thank you” just as you looked up to his big brown puppy eyes he gets closer to you and presses his plump lips against yours.

“Uhh they’re boring” he says looking at them

“I can make them look less boring Munson, wait here” You ran to find some markers.

Your eyebrows are furrowed in intense concentration drawing with a marker a little sketch, tickling his skin underneath it. Then you switch over from one color to the next, drawing the little details.

“What are you drawing?”

“You see that? It’s your guitar!” you exclaims lifting your eyebrows

“Wow i would’ve never guessed myself if you hadn’t told me sweetheart” he giggles looking down at it

“Oh c’mon it’s not that bad” you gasp in mock offende “Look, this is the guitar neck, these the strings.” you tilt your head pointing your finger at your drawing “I’m so talented” you cuckle noticing Eddie’s confused expression “I’ll add a heart near it” you say taking a blue marker and drawing delicately on his bandage

“At the lest i can tell that’s a heart” he says nodding

“Okay thank you so much it’ll be $15” you say sarcastically sitting near him on the couch snuggling you head into his shoulder as he puts his head on yours hugging you tightly

“I think you can turn a blind eye for you poor injured boyfriend?”

“Fine” you sigh taking his hand in yours “What are we gonna do now? We’re like stuck in this ‘house’ so…there isn’t much to do” you look up at at him

“Mhm” he groans leaving a kiss on the tip of your nose “I think i kinda have an idea of what we could do” he smirks with a wink

“God, you Eddie Munson are such a dork”

[sailingoceans]

Loving you is a losing game | Harrison Osterfield

Category: angst

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x fem!reader

Summary: It's tough loving someone who doesn't do the same.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: heartbreak, cheating

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It was a mistake. That’s all it was and ever would be. It was never supposed to happen. Neither of you ever thought the other would betray them like that. But here you were, sitting on the living room couch in silence waiting until your boyfriend would come downstairs.

When you heard the toilet flushing, you knew it was the moment you had to end it. One way or another, your relationship would be built on lies and neither of you deserved that. At least, that’s what you has decided. It was enough. You heard him coming down the stairs and your heartbeat picked up. Your palms began to feel sweaty and you were sure you were about to have a panic attack. When he came in and saw you already crying, he knew.

‘Harrison, we need to talk about what happened last night,’ you said as calmly as you could. He sat down in the chair opposite of the couch and looked you right in the eyes.

‘I know. I’m so-’ he started, but you cut him off.

‘I’m sure you are. That’s why you probably did it in the first place, didn’t you?’ You felt yourself get angry, but you closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

‘Actually, don’t answer that..’

The two of you fell silent. Neither of you dared to speak, but you had to speak up for yourself and tell him how much damage he’d done to you.

‘Do you regret it?’ you asked him. You already knew the answer, but you wanted to hear him say it. Was it painful? Incredibly. Were you hoping he would come to his senses and come back to you? More than you’d like.

He kept his head low and stayed silent. He was ashamed. He knew what he did was wrong, but he couldn’t help himself.

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‘Hi love! Long time no see,’ Tom said as he kissed your cheek and engulfed you in a hug. You stepped inside the large house you adored so much and waved at the Hollands sitting on the couch.

‘Yeah, it’s been way too long, Tommy. Maybe if you’d work less we would see each other more,’ you joked, poking him in the ribs.

‘I know, I know.. Harrison’s in the kitchen getting drinks,’ he winked. You hung up your coat of the hanger and were headed towards the kitchen when Harry lifted you up in the air.

‘Harriet, I told you to stop doing that!’ you shrieked. He laughed loudly and set you down again.

‘Only if you stop calling me Harriet.’ You looked at him and snorted.

‘You wish, Holland.’

The two of you chatted a little before he left back to the couch and you went into the kitchen. You looked around, but didn’t see anyone. You frowned and returned back to the living room where everyone was sitting. The Hollands had invited you two for their infamous game nights. You’ve all been friends since the very beginning and you always felt right at home with them.

‘No Harrison?’ Sam asked and you shook your head while you took a sip of your wine. ‘Probably went to the bathroom,’ you shrugged. The first game was about to start when you went looking for Harrison again. You lifted yourself off the couch and went to check in the bathroom. No Harrison. The kitchen again. No Harrison. When you went to return to the living room, you dropped the glass of wine you were holding and tears filled your eyes. The glass shattered everywhere, the liquid already staining the carpet. Harrison stood in the garden with a brunette hanging on his lips. He didn’t seem to hear the glass falling as the two continued their intimate kiss.

The room fell silent and you did your best to pick up the glass, but you couldn’t see the pieces. You heard someone asking you if you were okay, but the only thing you heard was the blood rushing through your veins. A sudden sharpness in the palm in your hand brought you back to your senses. A piece of glass had buried itself into the palm of your hand and the white wine soon turned into red as the blood mixed itself with the previously white beverage.

‘Oh darling, you’ve cut yourself. Come on, the boys will clean this up. Let’s take care of you now, okay?’ Nikki softly asked you while Sam handed her a towel. You weakly nodded and followed her into the bathroom.

‘I-I found Harrison,’ was the only thing you could whisper. She tended your wound and soon enough your hand was covered in bandages. She led you back to the living room where everything was cleaned up.

‘I’m sorry. I’ll get you a new glass.’

‘Oh, darling, you don’t have to. It was an accident,’ Nikki told you. You were trying your hardest not to cry, but when Harrison entered with who used to be your best friend, you couldn’t help yourself.

‘I’m sorry, I don’t feel very good. Thank you for the invite. I’m, uh.. I’m going to go,’ you rushed. You gave them all a quick smile and ran out the door. Luckily for you, you didn’t live far away. You buried yourself under the sheets in the guest room and let yourself cry. A few hours later you heard Harrison coming through the door.

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‘I never stood a chance, did I?’ you asked him. He stayed silent. ‘The least you could do and look me in the eye after what you did. I deserve that much respect and I deserve an answer.’ Your voice cracked and you let out a sob. He looked up from his hands.

‘I’m sorry.’ Was all he said. You scoffed and stood up. You’d had enough.

‘I’m leaving, Harrison. And when I come back, I want your shit gone.’

** 3 months later **

You were out with Harry and Sam, as you often did, when you heard your name being called.

‘You didn’t tell me he was coming,’ you told the two, who didn’t seem to know about his presence either. They stayed with you to make sure you were okay.

‘Do you have anything useful to say or are you just here to rub salt in the wound?’ you asked him, trying not to let your tough-girl guard down.

‘I-I don’t know what I’m doing here to be honest.. I wasn’t trying to find you and to hurt you. I just want you to know that it wasn’t you. It never was and never will be. You’re amazing and caring and wonderful and any guy would be lucky to have you. You’re everything that I don’t deserve. I just thought you should know that,’ he told you. ‘I still remember the way you taste.’

‘Thank you, Harrison. I’m sure there’s a girl for you out there, but it’s not me.’ You stepped towards him and placed a kiss on his cheek. ‘I’ll always love you, H.’

You smiled softly at him, turned around and left him behind. Just like he’d left you.

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