#however we never seem to earn their trust because we are too in the world and cannot relate to their condition

[subconsciousmysteries]

4s needn’t ever worry about being unloveable because I can assure you there are hordes of 8s who are desperate for you and your craziness and will marry you on the spot just for being you

[veritas-scribblings]

hold - @bartylusmicrofic - words: 967 [mature: discussions of sex and under-age sex, some references to gender dysphoria]

[follow-up to 'teach', (y)earn universe | because @rayjkss said 'second part' and then this was on my brain all day]

‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ Barty demands. He drops himself onto the bed opposite Regulus and stares with such intensity that Regulus is forced to look up from the book he’s reading. ‘We need to give it a name. I don’t know what to call it.’

‘Deimos,’ Regulus says. ‘I’ve always liked that name. And in my family, we name things after stars. Granted, it’s one of the moons of Mars, but Narcissa is a flower name, so I think we can bend the rules.’

‘No, I meant your dick.’ Barty says this so bluntly, angrily, that Regulus feels his heart leap into his throat and suddenly he wants to shrink and die on the spot. ‘Evan told me about it.’

Regulus frowns. Because surely Barty isn’t stupid. Evan can’t be that stupid either. So, Regulus doesn’t know what’s happening anymore. Barty seems to be on a different wavelength than he is, which isn’t unusual since Barty is normally on a different wavelength than most people.

Only, Regulus can normally keep up with him. Now, however, Regulus’s world is dust.

Regulus closes the book in his lap with a snap and tries not to close his eyes as well, because Barty looks so angry and frustrated that Regulus wouldn’t be surprised if he started crying. ‘Barty,’ he says in a low voice. ‘I don’t have a dick. I thought you’d realised that from all the times we’ve, well, been naked together.’

Barty flops down onto the bed dramatically, groaning. ‘This is why we need to give it a name,’ he says to the roof. ‘And you’re not calling it Deimos. Because, I fully respect your right to name your own body, but calling it Deimos while we’re in bed will make it feel like there’s three of us.’ And then quieter, sounding almost sad, he says, ‘I didn’t realise it wasn’t good for you. I’m sorry, I thought it was good for you too.’

‘Barty,’ Regulus sighs. ‘Respectfully. I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.’

Barty sits up, eyes wide. ‘Sex. I’m talking about sex. According to Evan, you’ve never had an orgasm and I’m doing it all wrong, and I didn’t know! I’m sorry, there aren’t books in the library on “how to have sex” or “how to make sure sex is good” and I just don’t know where to find that sort of information, because it’s not like my parents keep sex guides in the house. I guess I could rob an adult book store, but I just didn’t think I’d need to because I didn’t think I’d need an instruction manual to do this properly!’ 

Oh. 

‘I didn’t realise I needed to draw you a map,’ Regulus says, flushing. 'And you didn't do it all wrong. It felt just fine.' It comes out flat, curt, which makes Barty even more upset. But Regulus just really doesn’t want to be having this conversation right now. 

Right now, Regulus wants to know how he can kill Evan without hurting Evan. And maybe only temporarily. Because he’d been pretty damned clear when talking to Evan that the conversation and the contents of it were to remain entirely between the two of them. Forever away from Barty’s ears.

‘I don’t need a map,’ Barty mutters. ‘I just…need to know of its existence.’

Regulus sighs, shuffles back so he’s leaning against his pillows, knees pulled to his chest. He thinks, perhaps, he can set the bed curtains on fire, run away in all the chaos, because he doesn’t want to be having this conversation right now.

The thing is, Regulus has never been uncomfortable about his body around Barty or Evan, not in the way he feels uncomfortable around others. The way he avoids using the Quidditch Change Rooms because he doesn’t like the eyes of others on him, people wondering why he's different.

Regulus trusts Evan and Barty implicitly and has historically been very open with them. Comfortable dressing and undressing around them. Laying in bed together, cuddling, curled up in their little ball of comfort, when there’s been limbs and body parts everywhere. 

But things with Barty are different now. When Barty touches him in a way that isn’t the normal way friends touch each other. Makes Regulus feel in ways friends don’t normally make each other feel. Regulus just doesn’t know how to deal with it, with the topic of his body when he willingly gives Barty access to it. He wants Barty to just know, the way Barty generally just knows everything. 

And Regulus is aware that this is unfair of him, to lay those kind of expectations on Barty. Even Barty can’t just know everything.

Barty shuffles over, wraps an arm around Regulus and curls against him so he’s in Regulus’s arms. He looks up at Regulus, all doe-eyed in what he probably thinks is a ‘seductive’ sort of way, and says with a small smile, ‘Evan says we need to “communicate more”. Apparently communication is important.’ 

‘I hate talking.’

‘Sure, but you love me. And,’ Barty grins, ‘I want to make sure it feels good for you.’

‘It felt fine.’

Barty rolls his eyes and nudges Regulus in his side. ‘It shouldn’t just feel fine. It should feel incredible. Like, the best thing you’ve ever felt. I want to make you feel good too.’

Regulus sighs and slides down so he’s laying on his side, face buried against Barty. The thing is, it’d genuinely felt good. Nice. Sure, he'd been aware that it'd felt nicer for Barty than it had for him. But Regulus hadn’t seen a problem with that, even when Evan had called it a ‘problem’. Because apparently Regulus is not allowed to have, what Evan had called, ‘subpar sex’. 

Regulus nods into Barty’s chest, hoping desperately that Barty intuitively knows (the way Barty naturally seems to know most things) what he means. Regulus will try—he will—to work through this.

[theyandereonmyoji]

General Yandere Sonic the Hedgehog Headcanons

TW: mentions of kidnapping, implied murder

Well, just say goodbye to having any time for yourself whatsoever, because he’ll make sure that he’s the most prominent hedgehog in your life. He’ll be there for you almost 24/7, and If he has other stuff with any other friends that day then he’ll make sure to include you in whatever it is.

He’s 100% a showoff, no I don’t make the rules. If Eggman is causing any trouble, Sonic would basically challenge himself to a speed-run of how fast he he can beat him. Then return to you and wait for you to praise how much of a fast, strong, and reliable hero he is. It doesn’t matter if you actually praise him or not, because either way he’ll just try to beat his last record, even if it means abandoning some of his heroism in favor of being more…brutal and efficient. After all, he has to work hard to earn your affection.

As long as it is with his friends, he would allow to have somewhat of a social life outside of him. However, anyone who he doesn’t know prior is a big no-no. The moment he sees you chatting with someone he considers a stranger, he’s shoehorning himself into the conversation and make up whatever excuse in order to get you away from them. The next day they seem to avoid even looking your way, or in some cases they just disappear. When eventually most of your friends leave you, Sonic will make sure you know that he’ll never, ever leave your side, just make sure to not point out the subtle scent of blood emanating from his body ok?

He’s really touchy, definitely. While with other people he would limit himself to holding your hand (probably a bit too tightly) and just being nearby you all the time. Once you two are alone, you’re his personal pillow that he can hug, sleep, and nuzzle against. He definitely also loves headpats, both giving and receiving. There’s just something so precious about you that he can’t help himself but want to give you as many headpats as he can, and he definitely adores how soft your hand feels when touching his head, even if just for a second.

He may be a hero that fights for the freedom of everyone around him. But he know how dangerous the world can be, whether it’s Eggman or some ancient god that decided to try to destroy the world that day. He would have a breaking point where he would lock you up “somewhere safe”, and while that breaking point is really hard to snap, it’ll always be a matter of when rather than if. 

Maybe you were getting tired of him not letting you have a life outside of him, but the moment you try to tell him that you don’t need him and you can take care of yourself, it’s game over. It would be a bit ominous to see him just stand there and do absolutely nothing to stop you from leaving that awkward scene. But that night will be the last time you get to sleep in your bed, because the next day you’ll wake up somewhere else entirely with a shackle around your ankle attached to the bed you’re laying on.

He would enter the room to greet you as if nothing from the prior day had happened, but the smile plastered in his face doesn’t seem to reach his eyes. As he approaches you, he begins to scold you for your behavior the other day, and that he clearly can’t trust you to be out and about in the world if you think something that foolish.

This hedgehog can run around the entire planet in less than a minute, so unless you can live underwater for all of your life, you can’t escape him. So you should probably make life easier for the two of you and just let him hug you already. PD: Hi guys I finally made some time to write something, yay! I have some other stuff planned, but seeing how Twitter is getting a bit of a fan art push for yandere Sonic, I couldn't help myself but post this one first. we need for yandere content for him! Who's with me?

[000marie198]

"When you get your memory back, you'll remember that low profile isn't my thing."

Alright, this line stemmed a fan theory in me. Sonic shattered the Paradox Prism and absorbed its energy but he himself was having a few memory issues. But there are no alternate versions of him. That's probably because the Prism's energy shattered the universe and everyone in it into various aspects of it and the characters except Sonic . He absorbed that energy instead of it breaking him as well. And Shadow Chaos Controlled so he wasn't even part of that process, he travelled through space time so he doesn't even exist. He's not part of the Shatterverse like everyone else and that's why he cannot leave the void.

Thing is, all the Shatterverses put together sort of makes up the main world. Shattering the Paradox Prism shattered the world around into its fragments. Like, the extremity of wildlife and nature, the extremity of the ocean, the extremity of isolated barren land, the extremity of a high tech city. Put them all together and it makes up Mobius, having a bit of everything so it balances it all out. Anyways, that's about the world but it's also what's going on with all the characters, seen most prominently in the main cast. For example, Rusty is Amy's badass and sassy side, Thorn is her love for nature and warrior spirit and compassionate but angry side, Black Rose is her friendly and insane side. Nine is Tails' intelligence and sassy and determined side with a matching backstory, Mangey is his feral and baby side, the one which is connected to his fox instincts and is the baby brother who seeks affection. And Sails is his friendly but shy side. And Knuckles' couldn't be clearer with one being honorable and loyal, one being paranoid and one being outright unhinged and insane who goes possessively protective for a shiny gem (ya know, don't touch the Master Emerald mode). Rebel is the side of Rouge that helps the world and is loyal, Batten Rouge is excitable and social, Prim Rouge is her sly, selfish and manipulative side. I wonder how Rouge's world would be. They still haven't discovered the Yellow shard and we have main ones Sonic needs to earn the trust of in Nine, Thorn and Dread. So there's still Rouge. That one might be the true Jewel Thief side of her. The different alternates even though they seem vastly different than their original characters still feel so in-character because they are different aspects of the same character, just amplified.

Anyways, I'm going off on a tangent. Thing is, Sonic wasn't 'shattered', for the lack of better term, like his friends were but still was affected by the Paradox energy so he was having brief and scattered memory issues. However, everyone else who was shattered like the prism spectrum has no memory of the original world.

So what if, when the shards are put back together, if not all at once but one by one, all the alternates get a piece of the original's memory back? Random scattered bits and pieces. Can you imagine the angst and realization and confusion? Nine already knows what could be happening because Sonic told him but imagine him getting bits and pieces of Tails' memories back as if they were his own but disconnected. Like putting puzzle pieces together, the image becomes clearer and clearer every time. And if that happens, I can't help but imagine how this might change the motives of them all. Would they, particularly Nine (who doesn't know whether the world can be restored or not because from what he said to Sonic in the Grim, he doesn't believe it can be fixed. ["The one you lost"] To him, Sonic lost his home and might not have it back and he was offering him a home too, trusting him like he had never trusted anyone else in his life), be willing to help out after seeing tidbits of a universe that was beautiful and peaceful? A universe where they were all a family and had a home. Could seeing the moments of a life he wishes to have shift Nine's motives?

Restoring the Prism might put together the different worlds to restore the original. The alternatives could all be gone. So, would they all, at one point, have to choose between their current lives and who they are now, to them being nonexistent but be whole? The potential angst of Nine having to choose between himself and Tails, the life he wishes he had and who he has become now. The potential conflict of Dread choosing between being selfish and holding the power or being trusted with a duty and trusted as a friend. I can already tell that Thorn will choose to be Amy over being Thorn.

Anyways, imagine the potential angst! The possible goodbyes... The "See you in Green Hills, Buddy."

[pessimisticpigeonsworld]

This isn't my usual content, but this has been bugging me all day. After watching one of those "cat haters meet kittens" videos, I think there are only two groups of people who actually dislike cats. People who had one or two bad experiences and people who want to be fawned over/adored constantly. Both of these are red flags in my humble opinion.

For the people who have had a few bad experiences, it's much more forgivable. Yes, it sucks that a cat scratched you when you were five, but hating an entire species for one encounter is stupid. Seriously, you're choosing to severely limit your understanding of the world.

Cats aren't toys, they're living creatures, with distinct personalities and sometimes trauma associated with humans. That's like deciding every human is evil because someone yelled at you. Grow the fuck up, honestly. The people in the video were in their thirties, like, seriously, how have none of you bothered to learn about why cats don't like you/your actions?

Something the people in the video kept saying was "they'll just randomly decide to scratch the shit out of you." Well let's examine why they'd do that. Cats will scratch someone most often for two reasons: their prey drive was activated or they didn't like what you were doing. So the cat was either trying to play or was telling you to back off. From what I've seen/heard it's usually the latter.

Children and people who don't understand cats will often try to force things onto the cats. Whether it's forcefully holding them, petting them, or grabbing them (cat owners do this too, we just understand what we're doing and what to expect). Literally in the video one of the people grabbed a cat's paw to shake it. That cat tolerated it, but if they did that to other cats, I'm not surprised they've been scratched. Cats will very clearly communicate if they don't like something, which these people apparently take offense at.

That leads into the other group of people, those who expect animals to adore them for no reason. Typically these people love dogs (no hate to dogs, I love them too), however their reason is because "They just love me, no matter what!" Now, what does that say about a person? Well that they don't want to have to earn something's love.

Cats will usually make a person work a lot more for their trust and affection than dogs will. Cats are more untrusting of strangers than dogs are. Certain people don't like that, they feel entitled to an animals love immediately, even though they're strangers. I always wonder if that thought extends to other people, do they expect everyone to adore them? Seems kinda delusional, just saying.

There are people that cats will never trust and they're usually this type of person. Cats are amazing judges of character, they can tell if you feel aggression or anger towards them. If you come into an interaction already feeling anger towards the cat, the cat won't want to be near you. Forcing it to be near you will only make it lash out.

Basically what I'm saying is, disliking/hating cats is a massive red flag and a mark of immaturity. There's always a reason for a cat lashing out, and choosing to hate all cats because of one or two instances is ridiculous. People who expect cats to love them and tolerate everything they do are stupid and entitled.

Please note: I am excluding people who have trauma related to cats, as those are extreme circumstances. The people I'm talking about have not been traumatized by cats, they simply chose to dislike them. This also doesn't mean I expect everyone to adore cats. Feeling apathetic or just liking them a bit is fine, it's when people actively dislike/hate them that the issue arises.

[royallyxmessy]

{santiago cabrera, 45,cismale, he/him} we are so glad to see you safe, PRINCE MIGUEL DOMINGO formerly of VENEZUELA, currently operating as a royal advisor of BRAZIL! it’s dangerous out in the world these days, but i hear that you are QUICK-WITTED and ADAPTABLE enough to handle it. just don’t let your PRIDE bring you down! stay on your guard, because with your secret being at risk for exposure, you wouldn’t want everyone to find out YOU ARE PRETENDING TO BE LOYAL TO BRAZIL BUT SECRETLY YOU ARE JUST WISHING TO GO HOME. {betty, 32, EST,she/ her}

Facts

Name: Miguel Domingo

Birthday: May 23, 1726

Title: Prince of Venezuela (second son of the former king), Royal Advisor of Brazil

Traits: Quick-witted, shrewd, adaptable, proud

Family: father: Raul Domingo (deceased), mother: Eva Domingo, brother: King (unnamed) Domingo, wife: unnamed Domingo, son: unnamed Domingo

Act 1

What luck came to the royal house of Domingo, rulers of Venezuela when their twin sons were born; an heir and a spare all at once. After years of trying to conceive with his first wife, the king had remarried and managed to conceive at the ripe age of fifty-four. The country was elated and the king finally settled into his reign after years of questioning. From infancy, the boys seemed locked in some battle of skill; they traded their milestones back and forth. Miguel's brother may have walked first, but he spoke first. His brother could hit harder, but Miguel could string a bow like lightning. While their mother assured them that they were both special, both wonderful in their own ways, their father saw such competitiveness as a useful tool and fostered it in his sons, pushing them to compete so that each became capable in his own fashion. Still, Miguel never held illusions that he would be king, even if, in his own opinion, he would be the smarter choice, with his brains over his brother's brawn.

The crown was a competition that Miguel knew would go to his brother, but there was a competition even more dear to him as both young men fell for the same woman. Her beauty, though it was beyond compare, was not the trait that spurred the young prince forward, but her intellect. For a youth who was often considered the smartest in the room, he finally found himself humbled. When she assented to be his wife, Miguel felt he was the luckiest man alive...when his son was born, he felt that luck doubled. Tides change, however, and the prince would soon find his luck had run out.

Act 2

Miguel's son was only months old when Miguel's father passed; the king had grown old as his sons had matured. Though he died beloved by his people, their new ruler had seen a different side to their former king. A life of competition had polished ambition and envy into the new king and he took the throne with an eye towards conquest. He decided to kill two birds with one stone, ordering Miguel to insert himself as a spy within the Brazilian court for five years to sew dissent and garner information on the political landscape. In the meantime, the king tried to court Miguel's wife without Miguel's knowledge. Five years, though, passed too quickly and by the end of the time, though Miguel had made friends in the Brazilian court and earned himself a place of trust, he had toppled no one and his brother had not managed to woo his intended. Thus, he decided to take a different tact. Miguel's secret was spilled to the king of Brazil and the ruling king of Venezuela washed his hands of his twin. Miguel would doubtlessly be killed and the king would be free to woo his widow.

That was not what happened.

Due to some loyal servants and a well-timed letter, Miguel was able to reveal himself to Antonio rather than allowing for the surprise. Whether it was simply the value of Miguel's shrewd advice or the friendship built between the two men, Miguel was imprisoned, but not killed. He had never truly conspired against Brazil (his fondness for King Antonio had never allowed it) and had often acted to the country's benefit; it was enough for mercy, though he could not be allowed to go free...yet. He became an indentured advisor, working to pay off his debts, his lies. Though he has spent over a decade away from home, his heart has never forgotten. Secretly, he hopes that his wife has waited, that his son has grown up well, and that he will have vengeance on those who have wronged him...if only he can free himself from Brazil without breaking Antonio's trust. If only he can use the time to come back stronger, strong enough to pay his brother back for his treachery.

[aureatchi]

ᥫ᭡. FROM OSAMU DAZAI, TO: RED! @cheriiyaya

AUREATCHI’S VALENTINES EVENT ⋆˙⟡♡

ᰔᩚ p.s. from reverie. oh trust me! i wasn’t being biased with this one, dazai would definitely fall for you. anyways hi red my twin. <3

read your letter below… ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

: WHAT MAKES THE TWO OF YOU PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER? ♡.°⑅

the majority of points earned go to debates! dazai finds debates so entertaining; to have a partner as intellectually keen and interested in these challenging topics as him makes him so eager. of course, he goes in thinking he’s going to win but may be pleasantly surprised when your points start to seem more appealing to him than his original perspective.

also, you know a lot of trivia! he finds it so adorable when you ramble about the most irrelevant things to him enthusiastically and passionately. you would catch him staring at you with a smile in the middle of your latest ramble.

he is just as if not more clingy and affectionate than you! and he’ll get 😠 if you voice how you think you are being annoying because he doesn’t see you like that at all. how could you be? he only sees your actions as endearing and will always reciprocate them. if you’re ever feeling insecure, best know that dazai will have you swaddled in his embrace, whispering the sweetest compliments to you until you believe his genuinity and agree with them.

oh, and dazai will love making you flustered. he thinks it’s the cutest thing. it could be a simple tease that comes out of his mouth or a surprise kiss on your nose…

you two grow as people in your relationship together. dazai is very stubborn as well. it takes one another to realize how much so and learn to yield to other decisions. but that’s why you two are there for each other!!

: HERE’S A SCENARIO OF HOW YOU MEET… ₊˚⊹♡

He had observed you for awhile in the library—not in a creepy, stalker-ish way—just that you had always gone there regularly. From afar, Dazai admired you in the little corner surrounded by the fantasy bookshelves, lost in your own world of chimeric romance. That was where you always were, as he passed by this section to his own choice: the classic lit.

Today, however, he did not see you in your usual spot. For some reason, Dazai felt a bit concerned—but why should he? He had never even spoken a word to you before.

He should’ve. What if you never returned here again? He’ll never see another a lovely girl daydreaming in her little corner…

“Excuse me?” Dazai was taken out of his inner monologue and turned to see a familiar face—for once, up close.

He found you even prettier.

“I notice you around the classical literature section often,” you started, avoiding eye contact with him. It seemed you were a bit coy. “I’ve been trying to get into it. You must be familiar with it, so is there anything you’d recommend to me?”

Dazai smiled. You had noticed him, too. And your interest in a new reading genre—his favorite—was like you traversing into his own world after gazing at one another’s from each your own.

“I’d love to help,” Dazai replied, and you finally shifted your view to him. Attentiveness and merriment filled your eyes, and that was a perfect match for his honey-dipped gaze. “But in return, you should tell me how you immerse yourself in books so well.”

He sensed enthusiasm from you as you pulled out a pair of earphones. “Music helps,” you said. “Maybe we can listen to a song together for you to try it out.”

: OH, A NOTIFICATION? LOOK, LOOK! HE TAGGED YOU! ft. one of your favorite artists & ♫…

© AUREATCHI 2024. thank you sm for participating! <3 bow divider by cafekitsune; line divider by hitobaby.

[frary-us]

Despite its initial promising start, Belgravia: The Next Chapter has become something of a muddle, crammed with what feels like a half dozen subplots that don't get the depth they deserve and a narrative that's all too content to use Frederick's abundant (and annoying) Daddy Issues to as the crutch that propels its larger story forward. Thanks to a bloated midsection that seemed content to retread many of the same narrative beats 

— we get it Frederick blames James for all his problems and doesn't trust his wife —the series' final episodes had to rush things in a way that, while fun to watch play out, did a real disservice to the more significant stories of these characters. (Beyond the fact that he is gay, a vicar, and determinedly loves the brother who loathes him, it's safe to say we know almost nothing about James Trenchard.) 

After the dramatic events of last week's episode, which felt like it had roughly four hours of plot crammed into one, the Next Chapter finale has surprisingly fallout. Sure, most of the show's outstanding plot points are wrapped up (shockingly) neatly, but two-thirds of the big, highly anticipated moments take place offscreen. We hear about them afterward, and, as a result, this finale feels more like a book report than anything else. (Which isn't what anyone would call compelling television.) 

There's a tremendous amount of telling instead of showing, as though the show itself assumes its audience already knows everything generally turned out alright in the end, and the finale needs to run down a quick list of how each of those events happened. Almost everyone gets a happy — or at least a satisfactory — ending, but none feels terribly earned. And it's because we don't see any of the emotional work or growth the show claims has been going on behind the scenes. 

......Anyway, Frederick cures his daddy issues by meeting his actual father. Enright's secret letter-writing campaign was to the primarily villainous Bellasis all along. When Enright learns Bellasis is dying, he goes straight to James, and the pair of them convince Frederick that he should meet the father he never knew to get the chance to say goodbye. Frederick does, and Bellasis (in keeping with the episode's apparent theme) says things about being sorry and loving him from a distance, none of which are borne out by behavior he has exhibited in this series or the original Belgravia. But hey, he's dying, so I guess we're meant to be forgiving. (However, he doesn't miss the chance to tell James he's pretty sure he's illegitimate, so at least that tracks.)  

On the plus side, the visit to Bellasis prompts Frederick to finally reevaluate his relationship with his brother, who is still Literally the Best Person in the World. The Next Chapter still skims briskly past their reconciliation; given how fervently Frederick has spent most of this series hating James for made-up reasons or things behind his control, it would have been nice to see something more than the younger Trenchard gracefully being the bigger person for the fifth time. But I guess we can't have everything. 

.....Lots of things happened between the penultimate episode and the finale, including James' recovery from being nearly beaten to death. I guess his blackmailer took all those threats from Fletcher to heart because the good vicar no longer seems afraid of having his sexuality outed to his parishioners. He also let Emily down easy, telling her he is "married to the church" but insisting if he wasn't, boy, he'd sure consider marrying her! (James dodged a bullet here, no matter how unintentionally hilarious his non-breakup breakup speech is.) 

Frederick inherited money from Bellasis but gave it to his brother to distribute to the poor. (Again, the idea that Belgravia decided this character growth is something the audience didn't need to see boggles the mind!) Ellerby got over Clara with a blessed quickness and married his hometown girlfriend, Nell. The pair built a sweet memorial for their lost child, naturally painted by his Bohemian friends.......

[aajjks]

i thought he was going to ruin their date? 😭 i can do a time skip ⏭️

BC!JK

after the text you sent to jungkook, you never heard back from him and even at school, you didn’t see him. some say he dropped out, some day he transferred, but you wished him well with his endeavors because your main focus is graduating.

the last few years were a little rough since the bully club still felt as though they ruled the school but it all changed when the school received a new dean and the moment the club’s bullying scandals reached their ears, the boys were immediately expelled.

letting people in was a little hard now. you’ve trust issues but eunwoo reassured you that he is trustworthy and kept his word via actions. by the time his graduation came around, eunwoo officially asked you to be his and sealed his promise to love you with a kiss.

yes, your first official kiss was with your crush, now boyfriend, cha eunwoo who took his well-earned soccer scholarship and was drafted to EA’s FC Seoul soccer team where he’d compete on national levels. his name was known and loved by those who loved soccer and tuned in to watch him play and like the supportive girlfriend you were, you were there through it all.

two years later, you finally graduated with your degree in studio arts and was hired by an art studio in seoul to teach children and young adults, well, art. on the side, however, you took an interest in ceramics and began selling your pots, plates, and all kinds of creative ceramic items online which helped put lots of money in your pocket.

once you were financially stable, you and eunwoo moved in together, bought a grey pet cat by the name of milo, and seemed to have everything together on the outside but on the inside, eunwoo was and is busy. he’s always busy. you know the FIFA world cup is the ultimate goal and eunwoo has been working hard everyday to achieve that goal at the cost of lessening his attention on you.

you understand though because you’re supportive like that. you’re a very patient partner, almost too patient because despite your attempts at sexual intimacy, eunwoo always turns you down and you understand why. he’s tired, he’s working really hard, and you’re just being a distraction.

YOU. GET. IT.

you still have a lot of love for eunwoo, you ARE in love with him but you’re getting the feeling that he isn’t in love with you anymore. this has been going on for 4 months after all, so maybe he doesn’t love you and now all you do is wait for him to break things off because you don’t want to.

you don’t mind talking to the wall as long as it doesn’t move and maybe it’ll talk back and reciprocate one day. until then, all you do is wait.

He hasn’t been paying a lot of attention to you, and he knows that- and trust him. He feels so bad about this because he’s been neglecting you for the longest time…

Eunwoo doesn’t really know how to jiggle his professional life and his personal life together- it’s almost been hard for him and how is he supposed to tell you that without breaking your heart? You’ve been together for a long time and he doesn’t really want to lose you….

But what if you’re tired of him? He barely has sex with you anymore- he barely goes out with you, and you barely have dinner together these days- and you never see him leave.

It’s like you two roommates at this point we are living a different separate life. So, he’s going to talk to you tonight. You deserve better.

These last few years have been wonderful with you, but he hasn’t been the best boyfriend to you- you are wonderful. Anyone Would be lucky to have you, and you don’t deserve to rot here while he’s out practicing for his dreams..

“Yn?! Sweetheart?” Is going to talk to you after the school reunion party that you are both going to attend tonight… “I’m home… oh, you’re already ready, huh?” He says, taking off his coat.

You look really pretty- you’ve always been really pretty, but it was really something to see you come out of your shell- especially after you graduated..

You’re gorgeous in every single way.

Eunwoo doesn’t really wait to kiss you because he just goes into the shower and he’s busy showering while you put on your coat.

Everything is so different now…. It’s very different.

While he is showering you ask him if he’s going to be out soon so you could get to the venue in time. And he assured you he’s coming.

He hurriedly cleans up himself, and now he’s out in the bedroom, putting on his clothes, you’re busy feeding the cat, watching it really hurts his heart because… he doesn’t wanna lose you, but he has just set you free.

“Come on yn let’s go… we’ll get to see our friends after a long long time… the good thing is that the seniors and juniors will be together… It is so weird because I was two years ahead of you, but.. it’s more of a get together Don’t you agree?”

[sylvia0106]

2 AM Thoughts-

A letter to self

" wish I could leave you my love but my heart is a mess " well it's raining I'm not. I could be doing a million other zombie works then thinking out loud but well eh. Here I come to let it out but it's so empty. People like me break our hearts on their own and look for people to take those parts because we think it won't fit in here anymore so we give and give heart, patience, love, affection, understanding, ourselves " atleast I can give to others what wasn't given to me " " when you aren't fed love in spoon u learn to lick it off of knives ". It's a consolation to yourself. You don't want others to suffer like you did but in the process you not only make yourself suffer even more but also make them rely on you so yeah everyone suffers isn't that just great. The words that you say the time that u give the patience that you put through everyday with them won't make them your first choice, they won't give you what you are wishing for and you do know what you are wishing for and that too that it won't any nearly be fulfilled let alone to heard. When you give people just take and they always will. True someone would give you back too but to what extent? A giver is never satisfied yet too happy if they get the barest minimum of all. You feel the need to earn it to finally be supported loved cared for prioritized made seen and heard for but that's not something to earn. People would be people even the ones you trust the most the ones who never seem to take advantage of you who give u what you give them they too are nothing but endless noises of people. No one's gonna come to you and tell you that you don't need to do things for the sake of them to do the bare minimum for you maybe they do return what you did for them but the thing is you'll constantly keep doing things to feel worthy to feel important to feel as if you matter and they'll keep being okay with it. Who doesn't like attention? Who doesn't like efforts and understanding and patience?. A people pleaser would always be taken advantage of silently subconsciously because you don't set your boundaries you tell people they matter. The problem with this world isn't that everyone's bad so you gotta be bad there's no place for good and that the world changes you to be this person. The world the people your life your choices things will always keep happening and affecting things will only change if you allow them. Good people deserve good people but do they get them? Always? No. They don't but do they anyway deserved bad people? They didn't. Being good is good and it's always gonna be good no matter how polluted the sea is in front of you but being good doesn't mean you let the bad just coexist to you the bad to do whatever it wants they both are surely relative terms which depends on morality of person to person but good people is what the world needs however that's not the reason that you keep being what you are because people say they need you. In the mist of everyone you often end up forgetting yourself and that is just about backstabbing your own self the world does need people like you but not people like you to be used or taken advantage of. Your weakness is your strength it will always be and their strength is their weakness. Bruh I be talking all over the place. You deserve better friends and better people and a heart that isn't earned but given to you chosen to given to you. You deserve yourself who does take care of yourself I yourself who does care about her scars and her pain too. You deserve alot and you should get that alot. Saying "no" to a help to a need to a stranger or to a friend or to anyone alas is okay. People don't need to understand why u did what u did and why you are doing what you are doing they won't ever understand because they are too busy in their lives. Stop looking into others lives so you don't have to face yours.

Sincerely, signing off

Sylvia

[shy-magpie]

RQG 162

Never tire of that theme tune. Wow they'll tease Alex over anything. Alex teases em right back though.

Nice, what was that night like? Potion of Grizzop!?! Okay that does sound cathartic, maybe this counts as her "pop" and she won't explode from not expressing her emotions.

Cel is so great, putting Azu in a good position and tucking her in.

Been hanging around the fic writers too long, is the rocking chair canon? Did Azu take it with her to Cairo? Did she have to leave it behind to join the party?

It was a good move by Bryn, and frankly what's the point of spelling out Hamid is that damn rich if he isn't going to cheerfully cover a few expenses. Yes I know mechanically he probably only had his starting 3 gold after the casino and what he earned as a party member, vs access to family money. His attitude towards coming into that kind of money and spending it after, will however, be largely down to having been raised that rich.

Perks ears up for Zolf & Earhardt talking.

Ben can be so Ben sometimes! Yes its in character for Zolf, but don't preemptively turn down backstory!

Oh Zolf is talking about working for the meritocrats with Earhardt

And need to stop at minute 13 because apparently I can't correctly guess when I'll have an uninterrupted couple of hours* for love or money.

Eh low charisma or not, clearing the air as directly as possible makes sense.

"I don't scream, I shoot people ..." great line

Zolf is a good firstmate: a bad one would cross his fingers that everyone would behave like adults, he is handling it proactively.

Oh dice time. Skraak can assist on the engineering and alchemy. Hamid assists with the arcana. Fly as the final customization.

Oh time to find out if they are going there or not with the elementals

And another break for me. Ever get suddenly hit by how much you like a character because they clear a bar which would be on the ground, in a better world? Zolf doesn't a trace of the usual macho bull re: deferring to the expertise of someone he out ranks. even listening to Cel over Earhardt should be simple logic; with Cel being a new subordinate and Earhardt out ranking him its good to hear. Too many characters seem to take it as a threat to their leadership when one of their team, especially of another gender, can do something better than them, even if the only reason they are on the team is as a specialist.

Bryn in with the science trivia.

Cel votes for 3, because 1 is risky if anything happens to it and 5 is scary in the explosion odds sense.

Zolf remembered Cel likes electricity and summoned 2 electric elementals & 1 air. Cel is thrilled.

They are deliberately not making the Avengers reference.

Earhardt wants a spiky ship? Did the dragon grapple?

Zolf spends his free time healing and spreading hope; either Azu, Helen, or both are inspired by this and do the same.

Hamid finished making cold weather gear for everyone. Wow everyone laughs him out of the room when he tries to find an alternate captain. 3 crew are easily hired.

Oh ouch Alex just rubbing in how every crew member trusts her reputation as a good & caring captain and how that is probably no longer true. Gosh I hope getting her deck under her feet helps bring her back to herself. Its how I would expect her to break after what we saw of her on the way to Prague, but that doesn't make it pretty or pleasant. Would pay to know when Alex decided she would be attacked by a dragon; if this was fated at the first meeting than he could have designed her to break like this rather than based how she'd break on who she was then.

Uncommunicative lot, because Alex keeps spawning NPCs we keep longer than expected.

Hamid uses Zolf's money to pay for the crew not his own or Earhardt's in an elegant power move. He might argue with Zolf but he never did undermine him. Flipside to Zolf always arguing the actual subject and occasionally pulling rank rather than "how dare a subordinate not be a yes man".

Azu pays for her own mess after all.

Official break time

I am having trouble imagining anyone who would trade this much character time for getting to the plot faster, especially if they've seen the crime that is Bab's official timeline. Having Cel get to actually get to know the team instead of trauma bonding is a treat. **

Ship reveal! Beautiful

So the whole 18 month crew is joining us

Hamid made Wilde's famous fur coat

Air ship is now a battleship

Aw Hamid starts clapping and Azu & Zolf join in

The ship is called "the vengeance"

After toying with us again re: refusing to actually make the Avengers joke, Ben name drops "End Game".

Zolf tells Barnes to be prepared to take over if Earhardt loses it

Oh dear, the Cohort has better reflexes than Skraak, Hamid and Cel.

Cel questions Earhardt's flying as she puts the ship through its paces.

Zolf is keeping his feet well considering how poor he flew last time

Zolf tells Earhardt to knock it off.

Cel questions Earhardt to her face.

Twice the speed of Earhardt's old ship.

Azu finds it very pretty

Cel is right and they should say it. Zolf backs them

Zolf reassures Cel they'll mutany if Earhardt pulls this again. Just me or dark echo of scaring Sasha?

The dice will decide how hot the new crew is. Bryn knows the fandom also needs race & gender

Alex is delegating

Oh Siggif the human isn't worth typing about (tabaco isn't a personality) but Fredrick the dwarf with a short beard and magically large arms has potential. Kiko is a tall good looking human woman in armor, 20ish.

Bryn made the Hamid can't listen to opera joke fandom has been criming since Prague. Also remembered to specify European opera, good man.

The GM givith the GM taketh away. Alex gives us a glorious shot but follows it up with being ominous

Huh James Barnes but if its an out take I don't think its canon canon.

Thank you to everyone having fun with their patreon shout outs.

*I pause to type a lot now. Used to listen without pause and leave enough of the thought to turn it into a sentence later. Between my inability to get a guaranteed 0 interuption hour and my concentration being shot seemed like the best way to avoid missing things. Fortunately it turns out these live blogs count as doing something else for ADHD purposes so I'm not having coming back from what was supposed to be a little side task to find out I missed huge chunks of the episode like I do with other shows. And don't tell me not to have a side task I can do the same thing pondering the implications of something I heard in show. To the tune of "The call is coming from inside the house" the distraction is coming from with in the brain. Fortunately getting enough of my other issues under control to start posting these things again.

**not that it was out of character or that I think they weren't as close as they appeared. Poor Sasha impressioned on Zolf like a duckling for being her first boss she could trust. Between his father and toxic friendships in school Hamid was only "better" because he learned the hard way not to let anyone direct him against his conscience. Grizzop always did move to fast and Azu tried to marry them within 24 hours. Aphrodite did not teach her to keep those she likes at arms length.

[ifthewordisred]

red's musings #1,

Dear diary, (If The Word Is Red.)

Today marks more than a year since I started living on my own, away from my parents. Reflecting on the time from 2022 until now, I've come to realize the challenges of managing finances, my beliefs, my friendships, my family, and dealing with adversaries.

When I think about it - most of my struggles seem tied to materialistic concerns, causing me so much frustration!

It's currently 2 am, and I ponder the sustainability of my current lifestyle. I earn enough, to keep myself alive, you see. Enough that I am able to eat three times a day. And yet, I failed to maintain my savings the way i have promised myself earlier this year.

Saving money has been so challenging when my desires are easily accessible with a tap on a screen. Because of this I find myself contemplating if I can afford even basic things, like a new closet or a proper phone case, while prioritizing food and beverages for myself, family and friends.

However, I'm grateful! Grateful for daily access to food, acknowledging the privilege it entails. Despite the challenges I'm going through, I feel that it is due to the love, prayers, and trust that my family has for me, and honestly... I appreciate the autonomy my family have allowed me. Without it, would I have been able to live the way I have today?

Homesickness tugs at my heart, missing my family and the friends I've lost along the way. Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever see them again, because the way I have been living my life feels like a timeless loop - of the same actions, same concerns.

What time should I head out to work? (If I wake up early, good! Gotta leave early or I'll miss the bus and be late - then I'd have to make a choice of being late or order a cab. ......$$ will fly with the wind if that happens. If I woke up late? Pray a lot. I may have to part with some of my money for a cab just to make sure my boss doesn't berate me. They don't do it but the fear of it happening? Always there.)

Should I eat first, or do I spend money for breakfast? (If I eat first will I have time to be at work on time? eating takes time. what if I miss the bus? If I leave without eating, how much money will I be spending for breakfast this time?)

Can I have coffee made by actual baristas today, or do I go for instant coffee later? (now this is luxury either way. I should opt for water, right? I should have water. Water is important. I'm almost always dehydrated...)

What should I have for lunch? (Will I be eating alone again? Will my colleagues bring me out to lunch with them? How much money will I spend for lunch this time?)

Always the same questions, and you know what???

It actually gets boring! Like, really! It really does. They are very lonely questions to have. Each time, money is involved. Money is almost always involved in my choices. Troublesome, isn't it?

It's almost never - should I do something interesting today?

Should I make art? (I need money for supplies)

Should I play the guitar? (I have trouble remembering lyrics and chords)

Should I allow myself any enjoyment? (I feel like there's too many things I need to do that enjoying anything at all feels like it will bear a terrible consequence)

Should I spend money on roller-skating, rock climbing or simply - shopping mindlessly without looking at my wallet? (costly. this is so expensive to even consider. oh I am so upset about this one.)

Should I go meet my friends? (I have to have enough money so we can actually enjoy good food, good drinks, good rides, and a lot of fun together.)

Another issue that I've discovered regarding my lifestyle: This is my first post, but I want you guys to know that it took a lot of emotions, a lot of turmoil, and a lot of thinking to get to here. I don't think I'm ready at all, but.... please. I really need a virtual space to be in. Books can't seem to help, no matter how many fancy journals I've purchased. Even if I have the smoothest pen known to the world, writing makes me go mad because nothing ever works as perfectly as I want it to.

You see, I've been attempting to share my thoughts on Tumblr, a platform I've used since 2011, but it's hindered by my fear of being seen. This fear, which I've only recently recognized, complicates my desire to express my thoughts and opinions.

The reason I have just started, is because... I've noticed a fear of consequences, witnessing others suffer for their past mistakes, even if they express remorse. The online world can be utterly unforgiving, making it difficult for me to overcome my fear of being seen. Despite this, my aspiration is to be a positive influence to the world, and I hope that one day, I can be someone that younger generations can somehow look up to.

I would like to say more, and more, and more things... but I won't be able to handle a large or a mega post. I still struggle with finding the words, or finding relevance in my stories that I write for you. By that, I do mean that I can be very... all over the place. Perhaps even you have experienced that type of thought process too.

I end my musings for now. I hope to write more in the next post. Perhaps with less confusion, and with more focus for my own happiness.

[spacepiratedog]

Loneliness. In a world as full as ours, with as much opportunity for connection across both physical space and cyberspace, sometimes it’s hard to understand how people can feel lonely. And yet, we all feel that way on some level, at some point in our lives.

Something that people never seem to tire of reminding everyone, is there is a difference between being alone and being lonely. We all know this too. Honestly the times I spend alone are some of the most peaceful times I get these days, because I don’t have to answer to anyone, can get lost in my thoughts, and spend the limited amount of free time I have doing what I want to do. Likewise, I often feel the most lonely in crowded rooms, large parties, or in a group of people I don’t know very well with more outgoing and extroverted personalities than mine. That doesn’t stifle the desire for connecting with someone on a deeper level for most of us, however.

For almost my entire life, I have struggled to make friends. I was always “that weird kid”, the one who was painfully shy and didn’t know how to interact with people my age. Having intense self-esteem issues didn’t help any; even being a little kid, I recognized that I was “different”, and I felt that made me unlikable to everyone else. Of course all of these things left me open to abusive/toxic friendships. Even years later, I am still recovering from the damage done by those “friends”.

Now, I am in a much better place mentally. I am in recovery from codependency, and I have much better friends now, even a couple people that I consider to be my best friends. I am also a lot more discerning in who I allow into my inner circle. But, I still get lonely sometimes. One of my best friends lives far away from me, and both he and my partner (who is my other best friend) have their own lives to lead. I’m still looking for that special person, albeit much less desperately, and I value myself so much more so I’d like to think I’m safer from falling into another toxic friendship. Loneliness hurts…it can be anything from a dull ache to a deep stab and twist in your guts. But, like many other times before, you will survive it. You are far too precious to hand over to the first person that acts like they want to be your friend; if they are truly worth it, they will be willing to put in the time and effort to know you and earn your trust.

[asia-ustaad]

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[sinner-as-saint]

I saw you and I knew.

Biker!Bucky x Reader AU

Run-through: You met Bucky unexpectedly at an unfamiliar bar one night - one of your last nights of freedom before your parents marry you off to some rich, young man. Bucky happened to be so different from all the men you had dated or you were used to seeing that it was a little bit of a surprise how reckless and open he was. You had been subconsciously looking for a way out of the situation you were in for days, so when Bucky makes you a rather unusual proposal; you accept immediately. And it ends up being one of the best things you ever agreed to. 

Themes: smut, fluff, 

a/n: remember this Bucky? Yeah, me too. 

The moment you stepped into the bar, you felt all eyes on you. 

Not in a bad way, more like in an intrigued way. 

A couple of steps in and you realized why; there was no one but bikers in this club. Large, built, mean looking men. But judging by the sound of laughter and the bouncers scattered around the room, you felt oddly safe in the environment. 

You went up to the counter and ordered yourself a drink. Once you found a seat in the less crowded area of the bar, you settled in next to the large window pane; looking out at the passing cars while sipping on your drink. The sun would set soon so the sky was all pink, and-

You felt a tap on your shoulder. “This seat taken?” A male voice spoke up behind you. 

You placed your bottle down and turned to face him. You were aware that you did stare at him for a while. How could you not? Dark, slightly long hair, worn out leather jacket, and tattoos… a lot of them, peeking through his collar and around his wrists. And a perfect face. He gave you a slight smirk when he noticed that you were checking him out but you soon recovered, your heart racing. 

“No, it’s not.” You gestured to the seat across from you, which he then walked over to. 

You watched him, how he moved so confidently. You kept watching as he placed his own beer down, and took his leather jacket off to reveal a loose, ripped t-shirt underneath, as well as his muscular arms; one of them metal and glistening in the dimmed lights of the bar. He folded the jacket carelessly into a ball and placed it down on the table before taking a seat in front of you, leaning back and placing his muscular, tattooed arm over the seat of the booth. You noticed his pierced ears then. 

It almost felt like a strip show. He had barely said enough to you and you were already feeling a little hot, with him staring at you. 

“I’ve never seen you around here before.” He said, and something about his ease, and the softness of his tone, despite his rather mean and dangerous appearance, chased away the little bit of awkwardness which was forming in between you too. It soon vanished. 

You licked your lips and answered, “It’s my first time here actually.” You gave him a polite smile which he returned, giving you the same look that everyone gave you for the first nanoseconds you walked in - an intrigued look. 

He leaned forward, and gently toyed with your car keys laying on the table top. You got a whiff of his scent. You expected him to smell like cigarettes but he smelt like some fading, strong and expensive cologne. Very manly. “You’re a long way from home, aren’t you, Princess?” 

You furrowed your eyebrows at him slightly, not minding the nickname. “How’d you know?” 

He chuckled, and the sound echoed in your head. He sounded so boyish when he laughed, it warmed your heart for some reasons. Something about him screamed trouble, and recklessness and danger. 

“You drive a Benz which no one here does, you’re drinking a martini while everyone is having cheap beers and you’re dressed like a classy lady in a place filled with leather and chains. So tell me, am I right?” He pointed out, his tone cocky and confident like one would expect. 

You leaned back into your seat as well. “You’re judging me.” You pointed out. Funny, you thought you were somewhat blending in here with your little black dress - but clearly not. 

He laughed again, making you crack a little smile. “Princess, look around. You don’t belong here. So tell me, what’s your story? How did you end up in a place like this?” 

You sighed. “I was just… driving around, and I ran out of fuel not far from here. So I called for my chauffeur and didn’t want to wait by the side of the road until he arrived so I figured I could get a drink while waiting.” 

He looked you dead in the eyes while you talked. Nodding at each bit of information. “I meant your real story, Princess. You drove a long way, why? I see it in your eyes. Something’s bothering you. What is it?” 

He was reading you like you were his favorite book. And you found that quite… interesting because no one was ever able to do that normally. It felt intimate. 

“And why should I tell you?” 

“Because you want to. You need a friend, and I’m not half bad, am I?” Cocky, as expected. 

You chuckled. “You won’t get it.” 

He raised an eyebrow. A warning. “What is it? Your conservative and rich father won’t give you your pocket money in thousands this month?” 

Despite the words, he managed to get yet another laugh out of you. “I earn my own money, thank you.” 

“I’ll believe you. Then what is it? Your snobbish, rich playboy boyfriend is acting up?” 

And yet another chuckle left your lips. “You seem to have issues with people who are well-off.” 

He smirked. “Trust me, I don’t. I just want to figure you out.” 

“Why?” 

“Because your eyes are telling me that you’re sad. And that you’ve been contained for too long. You want to be freed. Am I wrong?” 

Your lips parted at the accuracy of his words. “No, you’re not.” You lowered your eyes to the table, but he was quick to reach out with his metal arm and grab you gently by the chin. He tilted your head just enough so you could look at him. 

“What is it, angel?” He asked softly. 

“I… I don’t want to go home.” You whispered, your voice tired and low. 

“Okay. Parents?” He spoke like he could relate. 

You nodded and he gently let go of your face. “Parents.” You confirmed. “They want me to marry one of their friend’s son because according to them it’ll be good for the both of us. And you know, for each of the families’ businesses.” 

He frowned. “You don’t like him, I assume.” 

You sighed. “I don’t know him. He’s a good man according to my mother, who also hasn’t seen him since we were kids. Apparently I met him once or twice but I was too young back then to remember…” you sighed again, “It doesn’t matter anymore.” You shook your head, picking up your glass and taking yet another sip. “ Whoever he is, I can’t say no.” 

He scoffed. “Yes you can.” 

You chuckled, dryly. “You don’t understand. My dad will make my life a living hell if-,”

“Who cares what he thinks? He married the one he loved, didn’t he? Then why not let you find love on your own as well?” He did make sense. 

You smiled sadly, thinking of your parents and their marriage. “I don’t think so.” 

He stopped midway through picking his beer bottle up. “What?” he asked, then went back to picking it up again, bringing it to his pink lips. 

“My dad. I don’t think he married out of love.” You let out a quiet scoff, “I don’t think my mom did either. They just realized that that would be the best for the both of them, I suppose. Now that I think about it, I don’t think they ever truly loved each other at any point.” You tilted your head while looking out at the passing cars out the window. “Mom always told me that marriage isn’t always about love, it’s about convenience.” 

He let out a shameless chuckle. “I’m sorry, but what a bunch of bullshit! You believe her?” He asked in disbelief. 

“It’s all I’ve ever been told all my life. Besides, I don’t have much of a choice anymore, might as well.” 

He frowned at you, setting his bottle down to give you his full attention. “Come on, Princess. You can’t be serious. You can’t give up on love just because your parents did.” 

That earned him a smile from you. “You sound like you know a lot about love.” You leaned forward, placing your elbow on the table, resting your chin on your fist. “It’s your turn, tell me, who has you under their unescapable love spell?” It was surprising how easy it was to talk to him. Almost felt like you had known him all your life. 

He laughed again, that same boyish look on his face. “Nah, none of that. But I do know what it’s like to be contained, and I also know what it’s like to be finally free, with no worries about family pressure or expectations and let me tell you, Princess, it’s the best feeling in the world.” 

That sounded exquisite. It sounded like… like everything you wanted right there and then. To not bother about what mom and dad might think and live for yourself for however long you wanted to. 

“And what gives you that freedom? Riding down the highway at full speed on your mean bike?” You sassed. 

You watched how his eyes lit up. “You’re right. And that’s exactly what you need, Princess. Come on, let’s go!” 

Before you could process anything, he grabbed your hand and stood up. All you could do was quickly grab your purse and keys and you went along with him. You only realized what you were doing once you stepped outside. 

“Wait! I- I…” You were stumbling over your words. A million thoughts rushing through your head all at once. And the piercing pair of blue eyes staring deep into yours weren’t helping at all. 

He walked up to you. “It’s your life. They can’t tell you how to live it. You have every right to find love on your own, and if you don’t want to marry what’s his face then don’t. Parent or not, they can’t do that to you. Come on, let’s go before some old, broody chauffeur gets here.” 

He tugged on your arm gently, walking towards the many bikes which were parked outside the bar. 

“But, I- I’m supposed to leave tomorrow, to see the guy. I’m… I can’t just disappear. Where are we even going? I just met you and I- I don’t even know your name. Besides, you had alcohol. You can’t-,”

“Apple juice.” He stopped, and turned around to look at you. He repeated, “Apple juice. Don’t tell anyone.” 

You looked at him like he was speaking another language. “What?”

“The bartender is a cool guy, I told him I don’t consume alcohol when I ride so he poured apple juice in beer bottles for me so that I can mingle with the crowd but also get home safe.” He explained. 

You giggled uncontrollably at his answer and he lowered his blushing face. “That was funny, but I don’t believe you at all, I-,” you cut yourself off as you laughed; quite unladylike. 

Without another word said, he circled his arm around you and pulled you into him, and his lips were on yours in less than a second. He kissed you deeply, thoroughly. Still gentle, but passionately. He held you by the neck with his metal hand and you melted in his embrace. You kissed him back and you heard a little moan escape his lips - sending shivers down your spine and making your heart flutter, and other places throb. He teased you by biting down on your lip, making you gasp as his tongue soothed it right after. He pulled you closer, pressing you against him even more, kissing you deeper if that was possible. 

Your hands found themselves around his neck, your fingers sliding into his hair. He chuckled against your lips once he noticed that you were getting a little breathless. “Now tell me. What do I taste like, Princess?” He whispered against your lips, his voice sending shivers throughout your body. 

Your face felt really hot at his question and only then did you realize that he did in fact taste tangy, and sweet. “Apple.” 

He smiled against your lips before kissing you deeply again. “Told you. Now come on, trust me and let’s go. You can go home later tonight, or tomorrow morning. I’ll drop you wherever you wanna go. But right now, come with me.” 

Fuck it. 

“Yes.” You agreed. He gave you a big smile and tugged you along once again. You spoke up again. “And if you plan on killing me, just make it quick. Please. And don’t do weird things to me after I’m dead. Definitely do not feed me to animals, or humans for that matter. And don’t-”  

He cut you off with another kiss once you reached his bike. “Shh.” He laughed. “I won’t do any of that. Now come on, put these on.” He handed you his jacket from earlier and a helmet. 

You put those on quickly, not giving yourself the chance to overthink and prevent yourself from living a little. Once you climbed onto his bike, you realized that you would be pressed up against his back quite a bit. You didn’t mind it, it just made your heart race a little. His leather jacket felt nice and cool against your skin. 

“Hold on tight, Princess. It won’t be that long of a ride. But it’ll be great, trust me.” 

You nodded, and he chuckled at how adorable you looked with his huge, black helmet on. “Don’t kill us.” 

“I won’t, angel.” 

He kicked the engine to life. It roared so loudly that you couldn’t help but feel the adrenaline rush already. You giggled as he drove off, away from the pub, away from where you had left your car, away from where your chauffeur was supposed to pick you up. Away. 

You felt the wind against your bare legs and parts of your face. Cold, rushing - making you forget. You wrapped your arms tight around his waist and tipped your head a little, looking up at the saturated, pink sky, the stars had started showing faintly and suddenly you realized how much of your life you had missed while chasing the dreams your parents had assigned you to chase. 

Your friends would often talk of reckless nights back in university, but you never got to experience those because you were always busy studying to make sure your parents remained proud of you. 

But you were now. You were on a mean bike with a drop dead gorgeous man, riding down the highway while the sun set in the background. You felt alive. Slowly, you loosened your arms from around his waist, lifting them away from his body. You lifted your arms upwards, feeling your hands tear through the icy winds and you let out a genuine laugh. 

You noticed he slowed down a little when you did so. You let your arms up for some more time before you lowered them and wrapped them around his waist again. You inched closer and pressed your chest to his back, feeling his warmth seep through the many layers of clothing. 

“Thank you.” You whispered close to his ear. You knew he heard you even if he didn’t respond right away. 

“Wanna see the sunset better?” he asked, barely a second later. 

“Yes, please!” 

About ten minutes later, he pulled into the parking lot of what seemed like a motel. You got off the bike once he came to a stop and he did too. He helped you take the helmet off and immediately grabbed your hand and ran towards the motel. 

You followed, giggling like a kid. “Where are we going?” 

“The roof. Come on, quick.” 

He answered and led both of you to what seemed to be some sort of fire escape. You climbed the metal stairs as fast as you could, not more than a few steps behind him until you reached the roof. It was filled with empty cans, cigarette butts and what not but it also gave you a view to die for. 

The sky had turned orangish by now, the sun was halfway down the horizon and you were mesmerized. You couldn’t look away. The sky darkened with each second, and you felt too much at the same time. You wanted to run. And never come back. You wanted bike rides everyday. You wanted to take the time and admire each sunset like this. You wanted to not worry about anything for a while. 

You felt strong arms wrap around you from behind. Then he placed his chin on your shoulder, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek. “Don’t cry, angel.” Only then did you realize that you had a tear slowly falling down your cheek. 

You wiped it away and kept staring at the sky, watched it change colors. Your racing heart calmed down and a certain body heat wrapped around you, comforting you better than any blanket ever could. 

You turned in his arms, facing him once the sky turned a darker shade of blue when the sun had set completely. Another tear escaped your eye. He caught this one before it fell down your cheek. He looked down at you with a soft look in his eyes. It almost made your heart hurt. 

“I don’t want to go home. I don’t want to marry him. I don’t want any of it.” You whispered, keeping your eyes on his neck, admiring his tattoos through your teary eyes. You couldn’t tell what they were just yet, but they looked incredible on his tan skin. 

“Then don’t.” He answered, easily. “Don’t go home right away. Don’t marry him if you don’t want to. Stay.” He whispered the last bit, his metal arm reaching up to cup your face. “You might just be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” 

You giggled through the tears. “So this is where you bring all the girls?” You asked, your tone much more playful and teasing. 

He shook his head, laughing quietly. “I don’t. I don’t even live in this town. I have a family thing I need to attend in a day or two, so I was just passing by. I got a room for a couple of nights and boom, now here we are.” 

You nodded slowly. “Here we are.” You whispered back, your eyes flicking down to his lips a couple of times before looking back up into his eyes. 

He gave you a faint smile before leaning in for a kiss again, sighing once his lips touched yours like he had been craving it. You wrapped your arms around him, kissing him back. He kissed you recklessly, tugging and biting your lip, allowing his hands to slide up and down your side and he tilted your head to the side, stroking deeper into your mouth with his tongue. 

“Let’s go.” He murmured against your lips before kissing them again. 

“Where?” 

“Downstairs.” He kissed along your jaw until his mouth reached your ear. He gave you a kiss and you visibly trembled in his arms. “It’s my turn to see what you taste like.” He whispered, blunt and hot. 

Your face felt really hot, again. And when he pulled away, he had a handsome smirk on his pretty face. You got over the shyness and leaned in to kiss him again, aggressively. He chuckled into your mouth and pulled away before tugging you along as he took the stairs again, leading the two of you downstairs. 

The night was properly dark by the time you got to the front of the motel, both of you unable to keep your hands off each other, stopping multiple times to push one another against the wall and make out like there’s no tomorrow. 

There were not many people in sight. You could hear murmurs of muffled conversations coming from the restaurant which was attached to the motel, and a group of bikers were having a chat and smoking out in the parking lot but that was all. 

He led you to his room, unlocked the door and pulled you inside, both of you giggling and moaning as you kissed like horny teenagers. 

He pulled away again, “Oh and, my name’s Bucky. Remember that when you’re moaning later.” He whispered breathlessly against your lips as he slammed the door shut behind the two of you and wrapped his arms around you immediately, pulling you closer as though he needed you like he needed air. 

“I’m Y/N. You remember that too.” You moaned into the kiss and shrugged his leather jacket off as quickly as possible, eager to feel his skin on yours. You helped him take his shirt off, tossing it aside carelessly. You briefly let your hands roam around his torso, feeling each indent and firm muscle, your heart racing with each inch of skin you explored. 

He unzipped your dress while walking the two of you backwards, and by the time you made it to the queen sized bed you were both left in just your underwear. 

Bucky pushed you down on the bed, it was surprisingly soft and comfortable. He was on top of you not even a second later. You whined when he moved to kiss down your neck, nibbling on your skin and leaving dark red marks behind. You wrapped your legs around him, moving your hips against him slowly, grinding on him out of desperation and he chuckled against your skin. “Eager, are we?” he whispered and peppered your neck with soft kisses.

You moaned when his hands reached up to wrap around your breasts, fondling and teasing you through the lacy bra. He moaned against your skin as your fingers slid through his hair and tugged at his roots. 

“Bucky…” You dragged his name out, squirming under him as he took his sweet time kissing down your body. 

“Hmm?” He acted oblivious as he took your underwear off and tossed them on the floor as he settled himself in between your legs properly. His handsome, perfect face just inches away from your dripping core. 

You whined. “I want you, please…” 

He chuckled, kissing your inner thighs. “I know, angel. I know.” His warm breath fanned your sensitive skin as he spoke, and he noticed the way the goosebumps erupted all over your skin. He looked up at you for a quick second, scanning your face. 

You held your upper body up on your elbows by now, looking down at him with your bottom lip in between your teeth. He sent you a shameless wink before leaning in and kissing your wet folds, his tongue slowly circling around your throbbing clit and licking down, parting your wet folds with ease. He teased your entrance with his tongue and your body felt hotter than earlier. 

A pressing need to release formed deep inside you as you felt his tongue stroked your most sensitive parts. “You taste better than I imagined…” Bucky chuckled as he looked up at you and found you with your eyes shut, head thrown back in pleasure. 

He grinned to himself, glad that he was the one bringing you such pleasure. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, keeping you in place and close to him. He placed his mouth back on you again, and licked in between your wet folds, making you whine as he tasted you. His touch was slow, pleasurably agonizing. “Please…” you cried out, whimpering and begging. 

“Oh?” He taunted. “But I’m not quite done, so don’t you come yet angel.” He whispered against your wet skin. He kissed down all the way to your core, and gently bit your skin, making you hiss in pleasure. You could feel your arousal trickling out of you, one drop at a time. But Bucky didn’t let none of it go to waste, he leaned in and latched his mouth onto your core, sucking and licking and teasing you. Your arousal coated the lower half of his face, but he didn’t mind it one bit. 

He watched how you lost control under his touch; legs shaking as he teased your entrance with the tip of his tongue. His hands wrapped around your thighs, securing you in his grip as he pushed his face further into you, making you cry out loud. He had you coming undone all over his mouth in no time. 

“That’s a good girl… cum for me, Princess.” 

You were gasping for air in no time, your body squirming under his. Bucky kissed his way up your body again. He gave you a brief kiss on the lips then lifted off you for just a moment to get rid of his underwear and grab a condom from the drawer and put it on. Once done, he was hovering over your naked body again. 

Bucky’s body settled in between your legs comfortably again, and he leaned in to kiss you on the nose and then down to your lips. You smiled through the kiss as he pulled you even closer. You could feel his thick and hard cock resting against your thighs. He touched you wherever he could; letting his hands linger at your breasts and taking his sweet time; caressing and kissing your skin. His hands slipped in between your legs with ease; caressing your inner thighs as he went. 

You moaned into the kiss; his touch was slow, and gentle and enticing but also fiery. He ran his fingers up and down your folds, gathering and smearing your arousal around. He stared into your eyes, his face still dangerously close to yours. “You okay, angel?” he asked. His voice strained and deep, gravelly with lust.

“Yes… please, I need you.” You whispered against his mouth. You were burning up under him. 

Bucky pushed his tongue into past your lips while he pushed his erected cock past your tight entrance. You immediately lifted your legs up to wrap them around his waist like earlier. You moaned quietly as he pushed into you. He grunted once he filled you up entirely, and gave you a couple of seconds to adjust. He grabbed both your hands, laced your fingers together with his and pinned your interlaced hands down on the bed, above your head. 

He pulled out and pushed himself back into you, and watched in awe how you struggled to keep quiet. He lowered his face again, and leaned into your ear. “It’s okay, angel. Let me hear you.” He whispered, groaning by the end and let go of your hands to hold your body. 

He gripped your waist and pushed deeper into you. You heard him gasp and swear under his breath as he rocked into you. Your nails sank into his skin, around his shoulders; which you held onto for dear life as he pounded into you. He kissed you, bit your lips, kissed your open mouth, and shoved his tongue past your lips while he rammed into you; and you never once complained. 

Your legs trembled around his waist, he thrust deeper into you, and in the daze he was in, he mumbled right in your ear about how good you felt. The sound of his moans and grunts sent tingles dancing down your spine. 

Never in a million years did you ever think that you would find yourself in a motel room, having mind blowing sex with a hottie you met about an hour ago, but here you were. And you loved each moment. Your back arched off the bed as you felt a familiar warmth washing over you. Bucky growled and bit down on your shoulder to keep himself from making any loud noises while he fucked you. He was relentless. And you loved it.

“Cum for me, angel. Come all over my cock…” 

Your moans got louder as your walls clenched violently around him, your body shaking as the waves of pleasure washed over you. You gasped, trying to calm your racing heart but he wasn’t done with you yet. Bucky flipped you onto your stomach and pulled you onto your knees by your hips. He kissed the back of your neck.  

“More.” He growled against your skin and pushed your face down against the pillows, making your ass stick out for him. He gripped each side of your hips, tightly. He pushed his cock into you without a word said; earning a sinful moan out of you. He groaned and grunted as he filled you up again; your butt cheeks pressing into his pelvic bone as he pounded into you.

You moaned out loud at the new sensation of him rocking into you from behind. Bucky’s hand found its way to your front and he pressed the palm of his hand against your lower abdomen. He liked the rush of excitement which coursed through him each time he felt his cock deep within you.

You felt him quicken his pace. “Fuck…” he moaned. 

You tightened around him, and he groaned, pounding into you; growling and mumbling swear words under his breath. You felt the pressure in between your hips grow until you could barely hold back anymore. His other hand reached around and toyed with your folds; his fingers furiously rubbed the skin around your clit and made you tremble and whimper again. 

“Bucky… please,” You moaned, craving more and more of him.

With a few more strokes of his thick cock, you felt his thrust becoming irregular, and felt his cock throb against your walls. You tightened around him, feeling the burning hot need to cum grow hotter and hotter inside you until it exploded. You came with a loud moan, gushing all around him. Bucky came right after you; buried deep within you – growling and mumbling swear words under his breath. 

His soft kisses are the last thing you remember feeling before you snuggled up to his warm body under the sheets and drifted off to sleep without a single care in the world for the first time in a long time. 

--- 

You laid your head on his bare chest, a thin white sheet barely covering either of you properly. The sun was coming up and you could tell that your phone would be blowing up by now if you hadn’t turned it off the night before. You quickly chased those thoughts away, you didn’t want to think about anyone this morning. 

Just Bucky. 

You lifted your head up slowly so as not to disturb him but when you looked up you found him staring down at you with a soft smile on his face. “Hi.” You whispered, your voice hoarse and strained. 

He chuckled, pushing some of your hair out of your face. “Hey angel. Are you okay? Does anything hurt?” He asked, concern written all over his face for a moment. 

You shook your head. “I’m okay.” You lowered your head again, placing your ear right on top of his heart. You let out a sigh. You knew you wouldn’t be able to escape your family forever and your father will track you down and you would have to explain yourself, possibly even marry whoever they ask you to but this right now, last night and this morning - you would cherish that forever. 

You lazily ran your fingers up and down Bucky’s tattooed arm wishing for a different reality, while he played with your hair. You gently traced the lines and curves of ink on his skin, some were hard to decipher because they overlapped with the others. Some words you could make out, some you couldn’t. A few of the discreet, smaller tattoos looked like he had done them himself, and their messiness made you giggle. Like the poorly done smiley face on the inside of his wrist, and the fading initials next to them: j.b.b. 

You froze. Hang on… 

“Bucky?” You felt like you would explode with the amount of emotions and thoughts which rushed inside your head. 

“Yes Princess?” You could hear the sleep in his voice. 

“What’s your last name?” You asked, anticipation building inside of you and almost choking you. It couldn’t be… could it? 

“Barnes. Why?” He answered, looking down at you with confusion all over his face meanwhile you looked like you had seen a ghost. 

You closed your eyes and let out a shaky breath. “Let me guess, your real name is James. And your father has a very close friend and fellow businessman named Y/L/N?” 

He furrowed his eyebrows at you. “Yes. How did you-,”

You got up and straddled him, pinning him down under you. He didn’t mind the nudity, quite the contrary actually. “Bucky! You’re the guy I’m supposed to marry! You’re James Buchanan Barnes!” You went on to tell him your full name and you watched how the realization hit him just as hard as it hit you. 

“Oh…” His smirk faded for a moment as he processed what you had just said, before it formed again. “Well in that case…” He flipped the two of you around and pinned you down under him just like he had last night. “It’s nice to finally meet you, future wife.” He leaned in for another kiss. 

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Shuu Maniac [Epilogue]

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

ー The scene starts in the Vibora’s castle

*Flip*

Zweig: ...

Vibora A: Zweig-sama! You should simply throw this stupid letter in the trash!

Vibora B: I wonder just how much those Vampires must ridicule us before they are satisfied...!? 

Vibora C: I believe we can  confirm that all ties between the Vibora and the Vampires have officially been cut!

Zweig: ーー Hold up. 

...I believed we would be able to discard this as a case of one individual’s independent decision to trespass, however...

By confirming that this man is indeed an official messenger, we should assume that the message he delivered is a direct reflection of the King’s opinion. 

Vibora A: ...In other words...?

Zweig: ‘The Vampire clan does not intend to fight the Vibora’, is how their King feels.

...However,  he then decided to wage war regardless, out of consideration of the trespasser. 

...What an admirable, noble King.

Vibora B: ...I see, if you put it like that...

Zweig: When you think about it, the man in our dungeon would beg us to hear him out day after day, remember? 

It appeared to me that he was very eager to serve his King. ...I suppose his warm-hearted personality earned him a great amount of loyalty and trust from his underlings. 

...I believe I might have been mistaken when I feared that the new King was too unstable and unreliable to hold the throne. 

ーー Everyone! The Vibora shall establish an alliance with the Vampire clan!

Vibora C: ーー !

Zweig: Following the reign of Karlheinz...and the former leader Burai, let us strive for an unwavering hegemony in the Demon World!

ーー Any objections? 

Vibora A: ...If that’s what you believe. 

Vibora B: ...Yes, we shall follow your lead. 

Zweig: ーー Very well. 

ー The scene shifts to the dungeon

*Cling*

Yuma: ...

( Thankfully, the guards haven’t found out ‘bout this knife, it seems... )

( They’re completely unwillin’ to listen to me...Havin’ already set their minds on wagin’ war ‘gainst the Vampires. )

( I guess I was too naive to think I’d be able to convince them. )

Haah...I won’t achieve anythin’ by just bein’ locked up in here...

( If it does come to a war, I’m sure the Vibora will try to use me as a shield. )

Knowin’ that, I’ll be a burden to them no matter what I doーー

( If such an outcome is unavoidable, maybe I should just ーー die? )

...

Haha, I’m really not thinkin’ like myself...

( ...It’d be no fun to die a loser like this. )

If I can at least return a blow, I might have been helpful to them...

...

ー The scene shifts to the bedroom at Eden

Yui: ( I couldn’t sleep well... )

Haah...

( To lose one’s feelings...is that even possible...? )

( To no longer be able to smile joyfully when you’re happy, or to lack the ability to become upset when something infuriating happens... )

( And no matter how sad you are, you’d simply remain straight-faced and go on with your life without shedding a single tear. )

I would...never be able to do that. 

( For a human who has always experienced emotions, it’s impossible...to ask them to get rid of them... )

( While Shuu-san might seem a little cold at times...it’s not like he doesn’t think or feel anything. )

( He has things he enjoys...or which he has a hard time dealing with. )

( He’d never be able to just get rid of all of that... )

But then what should be doneーー

ー Shuu walks up to her

Shuu: ...

Yui: Ah...Shuu-san...

Shuu: ...No need for you to worry about this.

Yui: Ehーー? 

( Shuu-san...Does he know that I heard everything...? )

( He’s saying this because he realizes that I’m probably worrying over it... )

...I’m sorry, for listening in on you...

But...When I heard that the world might be in danger, I got curious...

( Shuu-san is so kind to say that despite knowing that I listened in on them... )

( I guess it’s really impossible for someone like him to simply numb his emotions... )

Shuu: I mean...It does make sense why you’d be worried about it...

Yui: ...Is it true...?

Shuu: ...

Yui: It’s unreasonable how you would have to throw everything away to save the world...

Shuu: ...Even if you say that, if I don’t, everyone on Earth besides us two might be eradicated. 

If there’s even the smallest possibility of that happening...It’s up to me to do everything within my power to prevent it, right?

Yui: ...!

( Shuu-san...He wants to get rid of his feelings. )

( But then...He’d also lose his ability to love or hate, right...? )

...In short, that means...the two of us would no longer be able to be together, right...?

*Rustle rustle*

Shuu: ...

Yui: Shuu-san...! Don’t just look away, tell me the truth...

Shuu: ...

...The Old Man loved Christa.

At the very least...Much more than he ever did my Mother or Cordelia.

Yui: Eh...?

Shuu: However ーー He gave her up. All to...preserve peace in the world. 

Yui: I...see...

( He might have made the right decision but... )

...Still...!

Do you truly believe that you’ll be able to do that...now that you’ve learnt to experience human emotions...? 

( Karlheinz-san might have never had those to begin with. )

( However ーー Shuu-san is different. )

Can you...get rid of who you are...? 

Shuu: ...Even if I can’t, I have no other choice, do I...!? 

No way I’d let the Old Man have what he wanted...!

Yui: Shuu-san...

( I want Shuu-san...to be able to choose his own path in life. )

( But if he does that...The world might come to an end... )

( If he wishes to save the world, then just like he said, he has no other choice but to toss aside his feelings... )

( Right now, that is the only solution... )

...

( What should he do...? )

Shuu: ...

ーー Follow me. 

Yui: Ehーー?

Shuu: ...Just do it.

ー He walks away

Yui: Ah...Hold up, Shuu-san...!

( Shuu-san...I wonder where he’s headed all of a sudden? )

ー The scene shifts to the plaza

Yui: ( The plaza...? Why did we come hereーー? )

Child A: ーー You’re ‘it’ next!

Child B: Eeh? ...Wait~!

Child C: Hehe! You’ll never catch me!

Yui: ( Fufu...Such energetic kids... )

Shuu: ...

Yui: ( He’s...watching them closely. )

Shuu: ...Let’s go. 

Yui: Eh? ...S-Sure...!

ー The scene shifts to the vendor area

Yui: ( Waah...So many people... )

Child D: Hey, hey, daddy! I want that one!

Father: Hm? Which one? 

Child D: The big one!

Father: Eeh? Didn’t you ask for something similar just the other day? 

Child D: No way~! This is the last thing I’ll ever wish for!

Father: You say that now...but you’ll use the same argument again next time, won’t you?

Child D: I won’t~~!

Yui: ( Seeing these kinds of things really takes me back to my own childhood... )

Shuu: ...

ー The scene shifts to the main street

Yui: ( This whole time...He’s just been remaining quiet while watching the people around us... )

( ...Is this what he’s trying to show me...? )

...

Demon woman: Honestly, I’m baffled you managed to get a reservation for a full-course meal at this restaurant.

Demon man: Yes. ...But you told me before how you wanted to try this place’s menu, remember? 

Demon woman: ...Thank you...! I’m so happy...

Demon man: Fufu, don’t mention it. Consider it my way of thanking you for everything you do on a daily basis.

Demon woman: Please stay with me forever, okay...?

Demon man: ...I’d like to ask you the same.

Yui: ...!

( Together...forever... )

...

Shuu: ...

ー The scene shifts back to Eden

Yui: Shuu-san...

Shuu: ーー The residents of the Demon World all have lives of their own. 

Yui: ...

Shuu: ...You should think back to the people going about their day in the human world as well.

Yui: ...

Shuu: ...I honestly wish I could just turn a blind eye to all of it and pretend I didn’t see it.

See nothing...hear nothing...Then you have nothing to worry about.

Because by doing so...It makes it so much easier. 

Yui: ( Shuu-san... )

Shuu: Howeverーー That kind of behavior already made me make a big mistake once.

...Can you confidently say that you do not care what happens as long as it doesn’t affect us?

Can you claim that you don’t give a damn about other people’s lives as long as you come out of it alive? 

Yui: ( No way... )

( When he puts it like that...There’s nothing I can say... )

...

ー They can hear footsteps in the hallway

Kou: ーー Azusa-kun, you’re too slow!

Azusa: Hold...up...Kou...

Kou: We can’t! If we don’t hurry up, Ruki-kun will find out that we forgot to buy the thing he asked for!

Ahー ...We have to make haste or else the store will be closed! Come on, Azusa-kun, chop chop!

Azusa: I’ll be...right there...

ー They run off

Yui: ...

( Just like Shuu-san said before... )

( Everyone...is living their own life... )

( We all take it for granted. )

( Of course we do...I used to as well. Right now, I still don’t believe it... )

...

( If the world will come to an end like Shuu-san said... )

( If that happens...Would they all die...? )

Shuu: ...

Monologue

If Shuu fails, 

to become Godーー 

Then just like he said,

every single person living here,

as well as their lives...

could all be lost.

Personally, I would never be able...

to rob these people of their lives,

or the moments of happiness,

which come so naturally to them.

Nor would I ever want to. 

If possible, I want to avoid that. 

I want to make it so,

that the world can stay the way it is.

...But does Shuu-san,

truly have to sacrifice himself,

for that to be achieved? 

Is there really...no other way...? 

Shuu: ...I don’t have to decide right here, right now. 

But...that time will come eventually. 

Yui: ...

Shuu: Right nowーー Taking care of the issue with Yuma and the Vibora is top priority on the list. 

Yui: ( I wonder what will happen to this world...and to us? )

( I don’t know... )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー