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See Through | Joshler a fic by lucia

The days are long for Tyler. If he's not working the 9-5 he mindlessly shows up for, he's spending his nights alone, in his apartment, doing nothing.

Except thinking of 𝙝𝙞𝙢.

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Josh loves people, especially his friends. But it gets tiring to constantly go, go, go. He wishes he had time to himself, for hobbies, or to be alone.

Like 𝙝𝙚 does.

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a thorough (personal) analysis of the quote:

“Is it better to speak or to die?”

Originally from the novel Heptaméron written by Marguerite de Navarre, this quote became more well-known from the 2017 film Call Me by Your Name (adapted from the novel of the same title written by André Aciman).

The novel is a collection of short stories, the quote in which is from one of a prince and princess. The prince and princess are in love with each other, but are both to scared to tell one another. The prince eventually gains the courage to ask the princess, “… is it better for a man to speak or to die?” the princess replied, “I shall always counsel my friends to speak, not to die.”

In the film, Elio is lying with his mother and father as she translates a german version of the story. She reads aloud the translated quote, “Is it better to speak or to die?” Elio says, “I could never have the courage to ask something like that,” his mother replies, “I doubt that.”

In each version this question is the lingering atmosphere of both situations throughout. The prince wants to profess his love to the princess, but does not know how to, or he is scared to. Elio also desperately wants to tell Oliver how he feels for him.

In the film, there isn’t a moment where either Elio or Oliver say the words “I love you.” They do speak on how they wanted each other before they began being romantic towards one another, but their love is established without spelling it out. Although, Elio comes close to speaking in a scene in Créma, afterward saying “I just wanted you to know.”

By the end of the film, no one speaks. Neither Oliver nor Elio say “I love you.” Through their actions and shared experiences, they show love. This specific message is one to prove that you don’t have to use words, it’s more about connection.

Speaking can be dying, it can be living, and dying without speaking can be just dying. All because words are futile devices.

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His skin was perfect, like it was hand sculpted by God herself. I watched every movement as it was from an elegant play, precise yet frivolous.

Every hair on his head lied neatly, and his mouth was slightly parted in interest and thought.

His eyes made me feel stupor. The room of people around us deafened and all I could hear was his smooth voice. It was thick and sweet like fresh honey, straight from the comb.

Bees. That’s what I feel buzzing in me when he says my name.

It’s never sounded more beautiful and loved.

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hey y’all (sorry to go all southern 😅) i just wanted to let you guys know that i’m opening up my asks for a lil’ bit!

i’ve been writing a LOT more, so i thought i could see some things yall would want! i obviously can’t get to ALL of them, but i’ll try to do as many as possible before i close it back up.

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I Hate the Rain

By Lucia

It’s days like this, rain pouring down, the air thin and cold. Steve hated it. He wanted to lie in bed and just sleep. The only problem was that he’s done this for four days now. Billy knew it was normal on the first day or two, but now he’s worried and he knows he needs to get him out of bed.

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Billy shoved himself off of the couch and headed up the stairs of Steve’s home. He headed for the familiar door of his bedroom. There Steve lied, asleep. He looked so peaceful, but Billy knew the saddening thoughts and dreams he was having.

He turns to leave the room and heads back downstairs where he grabs a few big sheets out of the laundry room, some pillows, blankets, and tacks. He started by tacking the sheets to the walls, which Steve might complain about when he starts to feel better.

When they’re hung across the room, making a fort, he lays blankets and pillows down. He crawls back out and grabs some more essential items like snacks, a computer for netflix, string lights, and comfort stuffies.

He goes back upstairs to get the most important part, Steve, which to Billy’s surprise is awake.

“Wha- whatta you doin’ down there with alltha racket,” Steve barely gets out, still groggy from his nap.

“I’ve made you something, but you gotta get up to see.”

Billy can see it’s gonna be hard for him to get up after not moving a whole lot the last few days, so he decided to pick him up, bridal style.

Steve buries his face into the crook of Billy’s neck to hide his red, burning face. They’ve been together for over a year now, but Steve (and sometimes Billy, even though he won’t admit it) still gets blushy and shy.

Steve picks his head up though, seeing what looks like a fairyland of coziness. In the middle of the living room is a fort of sheets, lit up with fairy lights, and lined with fluffy comforters and soft pillows.

As he crawls in, he sees netflix on the computer and snacks tucked away in a corner. Steve didn’t think his face could get any more red, but he can feel it burning even hotter

He looks back at Billy with huge heart eyes, and Billy just smiled back,

“All for you pretty boy.”

Steve feels his heart tug. Billy lies down next to him and wraps his arms around him.

“I hate the rain,” Steve starts, “but I love you.”

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House Key

Steve wasn’t a heavy sleeper. Any little noise or creak would leave him wide awake, lying in bed. So, he heard the footsteps downstairs, walking about in the middle of the night.

When he first woke up, he thought about just lying there. That wouldn’t work, though, because eventually whoever it was would come into his room. His second plan of action was to make a run for it, but he wanted to protect his house and belongings.

Eventually, he decided to slowly (and quietly) slide out of bed. In the process he grabbed his baseball bat and headed for the stairs. From the sounds of the walking and cups clinking, he could tell the person was in the kitchen, probably helping themselves to snacks or his not-so-hidden stash of alcohol.

He crept to the doorframe and peeked in. He saw what looked to be a man, a little taller than him with curly hair. He started to slowly lift his bat when the man, whose voice was oddly familiar, said, “Steve, if you really wanna knock me out, you need to aim a little higher.”

Steve quickly flicked the lights on to reveal the mystery man. Billy. It was just Billy.

Steve let out a huge sigh of relief that quickly turned to confusion,

“How did you get in my house? In the middle of the night?!”

“Oh,” Billy said, raising up a bundle of keys and decorative chains, “I made a copy of your house key.”

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HELLO NASTY GOBLINs!

Welcome to the works of the nastiest goblinest.

This is gonna be the place where I post my works. I’ll also try to archive them on my ao3 . But let’s read about those juicy, sweet boundaries and basics first!

aforementioned boundaries and basics

First, I would like to share some things about me. My name is Lucia, my pronouns are she/her! I enjoy fashion, comedy, and music (ik, bleh fruity, right?). Some of my favorite ships are- ever changing... Some shows and games I love are Criminal Minds, Stranger Things, Haikyu, Minecraft, ACNH, and Sims 4 (again…fruity). My most beloved novel is The Song of Achilles. My favorite music genres are alt anything and R&B.

If I open my asks, I won’t write anything about hate (homophobia, racism, ableism, etc.), or inappropriate relationships (bestiality, minor/adult relationships, rape/stockholm, etc.) Overtime this list might change, if so I will edit this post.

I am apart of the LGBTQ+ community (did i mention that i was fruity?), so most if not all, my fics will be *woo woo uh uh* ya know.

This is it for now. I might change it later. I’ll pin this post so that it’s easier to access when I do, but to be real with you, it’s probably not gonna change…

Since that’s it, all I have to say is, I hope you like reading my fics (or don’t) and I hope you request some when I open my asks (also or dont).

yay links (the crowd is for sure currently going mild)