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akkaweo-akkaweo · 1 year

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A Little Help

Huh Yunjin x F!reader

Tags: smut, with a bit of fluff(?)

WC: 2.8k

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You don't know how long you've known Yunjin for. You met in the States through mutuals, both moved to Korea to pursue different careers at roughly the same time, and managed to catch up time to time. All things considered, though you wouldn't consider yourself to be as close to her as some of your best friends back home, she's as "best" a friend as you have in Seoul.

But she also happens to be your favorite member of the group she debuted in. Every comeback you're there for the opening show, you buy each album - hers in particular - and, as an added bonus to not being a stranger, you get to fangirl with her via brief Facetime calls. Above all else, you admire her for her talent and skill in her dancing, vocals, visuals, energy, stage presence...

Alas, you have an unrequited crush on your best friend Huh Yunjin.

Luckily for you, after her long run of promotions and back-to-back projects on your end, tonight was the first in a while where got to see each other again. Per your usual routine during such serendipitous moments, once she texts you that she's finally on a break, you show up to her apartment by nightfall with exactly 3 bottles of soju and enough chicken to feed a clone of each of you. She's on the couch in the middle of her empty dorm room, wearing a hoodie and gym shorts.

Tonight did feel a bit different, however. As you plop on her sofa, pick up from her last-watched Netflix K-drama, and share all the juicy stories from your times away from each other, normally you two would be making enough noise to wake her neighbors (or her roommates, who luckily weren't there this time around). But this time, she seemed a bit distracted, as if her mind was lingering on a very heavy thought.

"Hey, everything okay?," you ask.

"Well... I have to tell you something."

You feel your heart slowly start to race. Was this your K-drama moment? Had she caught on to you crushing on her somehow? Or were the 3 bottles of soju – two of which you noticed just now were empty on Yunjin's side of the table – starting to talk? You speed through many scenarios until Yunjin breaks the silence again.

"It's more of a favor actually... You see, I kind of... have feelings for Zuha-ya," she continued in a hushed tone.

Ah yes, Nakamura Kazuha. If anyone made you insecure by simply existing, it would be her. Your mom made you take fruitless ballet lessons as a kid, but Kazuha was practically a pro before debuting. You would consider yourself athletic, but nowhere close to having a godlike body like Kazuha's. And yes, while you weren't necessarily on a drought with social interaction, you most definitely were nowhere as close to her beauty. Now, it seems, there's someone else in the room who thinks the exact same thing.

"Oh. Well, I'm not surprised. Everyone fawns over Zuha-unnie – most especially you, for the record," you reply.

"Yah! I'm serious this time! Okay, all the interviews and vlogs aside, she's really sweet and funny and she just makes me feel so... tingly inside," she retorts.

"So what is this favor you wanted to ask of me then? Don't tell me it's about how to confess, I'm absolutely terrible at that," you reply.

Yunjin's eyes dart off to the side and her body visibly shrinks, which you know is a sign that the things she's about to say is either shameful or extremely TMI. Seeing her furrowed brows, it seemed to be the former.

"I wanted to ask... how to make another girl... feel good," she mumbles.

Oh no.

You initially feign ignorance. "Do you mean cheesy shit? Like, gifts or-"

"No. I mean... have you ever touched another girl before?," she interrupts.

You pause for a moment, caught by surprise by having your initial suspicions confirmed. Two thoughts come to mind: first, that you've probably only dated women twice, only one of which ever involved going base; and second, that maybe you already had an answer to this question, only because you need only recall all those lonely nights where you'd gladly put yourself in Kazuha's future shoes.

But you come to your senses. "Well... it's certainly not easy to answer that question right now, do you know if Zuha-unnie swings that way to begin with? Or if she's even willing to go that far the first time around? Don't shock the poor girl."

"Well," Yunjin says, sitting up and composing herself all of a sudden. Seems like she has thought about these questions. "Zuha-ya hasn't really been against girls liking girls, or else she would have said something by now given how many nonchalant flirts I toss her way. And no, I don't intend to jump that deep right away! But... I also have zero experience, unlike you."

"Hmm, so I guess it is kinda possible. And to answer your second question, yes I do, but it's not that hard... I mean, you know how to make yourself feel good, right?," you ask.

The following silence is deafening. Did Yunjin really not know how? But she lived in the US with you, probably exposed to the same media as you, definitely understood where the internet could take you... But if she didn't know, what was she asking then?

"Yep... I think you're starting to piece it all together," she says timidly.

Was this a dream come true or a nightmare in the making? Of course the thought of getting to touch – and maybe even be touched – by the woman of your heart's desire definitely turned you on, and your panties were as clear a sign of that as any. But fuck this up and you may lose Yunjin completely. More silence, before you decide that you'd do anything to please her, even if momentarily.

"Okay. But promise this won't affect our relationship. You're the only actual friend I have here and I do not want this to get awkward anytime soon," you warn her.

"Deal. I trust you," Yunjin replies. "Please show me how to feel good."

Somehow, that one line knocked over something inside you, because all the years of infatuation pushed your entire being to lock lips with her. You plant a long, tender kiss on her lips before breaking away. "Tip number 1, always start slow. If you like her, your body will tell you what you want to do."

Yunjin returns the favor and meets your lips as you begin to make out. The moment lasts a lifetime in your head; you can feel the softness of her lips, the growing eagerness of her tongue to enter yours. You coax it out with your own, and the kissing intensifies.

You guide her hands to grab your shoulders and your back. "Feel her body. Touch all the parts you like about her. Keep her aroused. Like this," you continue. You glide your hands across her neck, a long, blank canvas begging to be marked, down to her chest, her petite breasts enough of a handful to lightly squeeze. As you do, Yunjin shudders and starts to feel up your back under your shirt, and you shiver as her hands reach the clasps of your bra.

"Yes... Just like that, Yunjin-ah... Your hands make me feel so good," you blurt, not realizing how much of your inner thoughts escape your mouth too quick to censure.

"Do I?," she sighs, and you nod, also working your way up her hoodie. She's wearing a sports bra, but you move to remove her hoodie instead. Her hands hover over your back, and she breaks the kiss and leans her forehead on yours, breathing heavily.

"It's okay. Tip number 2, let her do what she wants with you unless you don't want to. Will you let me?," you ask. She nods, so you also remove your shirt to lay yourself bare in front of her. Her body is toned, her arms lean and her abs just a bit toned. "God you're hot, Yunjin," you add.

Yunjin seems to catch on, and takes off her bra for you, revealing a pair of pink, erect nipples. The heat pooling in your shorts grows. "Likewise," you add as you move her hands back to the clasps of your bra, "do the same for her." She obeys, and removes it with ease before grabbing you and pressing your bodies right up against each other to lock into a kiss once more. The warmth of her smooth, pearl-like skin burns on yours.

"You're really warm," Yunjin remarks. "Are you okay? Am I doing it right?"

"Yes, baby, don't stop, please," you reply. Again, more uncontrollable feelings pour out, but it's too late now to hide anything. You attempt to hide your "blunder" with another piece of advice. "Tip number 3: she'll be scared like you, so don't be afraid to use a pet name. Call her baby, or love, or whatever you want. Be intimate."

"Okay, baby," she replies, catching on quickly to your advice. That one phrase alone makes you aware of how wet you are, your pussylips drenched and slippery with just the slightest adjustment of your legs.

After another round of kisses, you both start exploring away from your mouths. You start painting her neck with kisses, and she responds by kissing just above your chest, down your sternum. You're both planting kisses along each others' jawlines and necks as your hips start locking together, and you feel that she's as warm as you are.

"This next part might be a lot, but do you trust me?," you ask, careful to not overwhelm her. Again, she nods, and you start grinding your groin on hers. You let out a deep sigh right on her ear, and she lets out a high pitched squeal. You both begin to shake with pleasure, and you feel herself push harder on you as you two start scissoring passionately. If your shorts weren't wet already, it most definitely was by now., and you're pretty sure hers were too.

Sighs turned into moans, and whispers turned into yelps. "That's... tip number... 4... don't be... afraid to... make sounds... do anything... to show... you want it...," you struggle to say, almost forgetting you're trying to reassure her about how to pleasure another woman. "Fuck... baby... you're so wet... so good...," you continue.

Suddenly, Yunjin pushes you away, pausing to draw a few breaths, before grabbing your wrist and placing it between her legs. It's hot, wet, and yearning to be touched. "Please show me," Yunjin begs.

You oblige and pull out her shorts and panties in one move, and her clean-shaven lips are open for you. You remove your shorts as well, and adjust yourself so that her hands are within reach of your pussy as well. "Try to follow me," you instruct, as you move her hand between your legs as well before returning your hand between hers.

You slowly swirl your finger over her clit, and she leans her head back with labored breaths. She eventually finds yours as well, mimicking your motions, and you moan with her. "Just like that Yunjin-ah," you say.

You move your finger between her folds, lubricated by how wet she's gotten, and she mirrors you perfectly. Both your moans rise in volume and intensity, and at the right moment you insert one finger into her. Yunjin squeals and rushes to put a hand over her mouth as she does the same, slowed down by the pleasure she wants to feel for herself. Her long, bony fingers ride up against your walls, and before you know it you're squealing with her too. "Please, baby, I want more of you, so bad...," you blurt out.

Without prompting, she adds a second finger, and it's enough to freeze you from moving your one finger from inside her. You can feel yourself tense up, from your abdomen down to your legs, right as she miraculously finds the spot and rubs it with gusto. "Yes, just like that... just like that... Fuck, I want you so bad Jennifer... I want you... don't stop," you blurt again. Her performance is so intense you scream out a name you haven't said in a long time – the very first one she introduced herself with years ago.

She holds your wrist shyly, gesturing for you to do the same, wanting you just as much as you her. You do the same, sliding two of your fingers inside and out, twisting them to coat your fingers in her cum. "Yes... that's good, baby...," Yunjin screams.

You both continue, moaning and writhing your bodies against the other's hand, before Yunjin says, "I think... I'm going to... cum, baby..." You use this sign to rub her g-spot now, and her screams intensify to her full vocal range. She goes back to your clit, rubbing it furiously, and you feel yourself weaken as well.

"You can cum... Yunjin... Cum for me... Cum for me like you want to cum for Kazuha...," you growl beneath clenched teeth, yourself slowly nearing climax as well.

Yunjin suddenly crumples, her legs locking your hand in place, unable to move; at the same time, your body starts to shake uncontrollably as you orgasm. You're both screaming each others' names at this point, almost getting fully hoarse at the end.

When both of you loosen up, you both lie limp on the couch, now a drenched mess of sweat and fluids. You both heave in the silence, overwhelmed by each others' performance.

After a while, you prop yourself up, and Yunjin stares at you with sultry, bedroom eyes, screaming both ecstasy and exhaustion. You pull her up and give her an embrace, rubbing your hands on her shoulders.

"That was... good. No joke. Kazuha is going to be very lucky. Take care of her like this and you'll have her," you said, trying to hold yourself back. A hole started to form in your chest, knowing this might have been your one and only chance to be treated right by Yunjin.

But Yunjin looks up at you, her eyes almost fully closed. "I want to, but... I also want to take care of you like this too," she whispers, before she blacks out in your arms.

You're speechless. What did she mean by that? Did she really mean that? What were you supposed to feel at this point?

Terrified of the possibilities left unanswered by a now unconscious Yunjin, you slowly try to carry her to her room (thank god for weights training), tuck her in, and try to clean up the mess you left in the living room. You get dressed and wash up, only at this point wondering where everyone else was.

As you exit the dorm and wait for an elevator, one opens to reveal a tall, fit woman with wavy jet-black hair on the other side: Kazuha. Holy shit, she's even prettier in person, you think to yourself.

You bow to each other before she walks casually in the direction of Yunjin's dorm. You hold the elevator door open to eavesdrop as you hear knocking and a few doorbells, right before the sound of the door opening with a beep – perhaps they have spare keycards of each other? – and you make that your cue to leave.

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Days pass. Then weeks. Then months. The silence normally wouldn't faze you (and in all honesty, it really didn't despite everything), but being left hanging after practically laying yourself bare emotionally and physically in front of Yunjin left a nagging feeling that something had happened that you never expected.

One night, you receive a text from Yunjin. Hesitating to open it for a bit, you take a deep breath before reading:

"Hey! Sorry for not replying, it's been busy. We have a few free days before we have to do some promos in Japan, maybe you'd like to come over? I want to introduce you to Zuha-ya." She sends a picture of both of them smiling innocently; they're both pretty, happy, yet Yunjin's smile sends butterflies into your chest.

You pause, and that feeling in your chest turns into a swirling cloud of anxiety. Was it anxiety? You weren't sure. But what was she thinking? Maybe it's just friendly, right? Maybe she never did catch on to how you felt. It stung a bit (or a lot), but maybe it's for the better? At least she got what she wanted.

You take a deep, pained breath, and reply, "Sure, let me know when."

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A/N: i hope this is ok to write? this is the only way i imagined this story going so please dont judge me too hard

#girl group smut #kpop smut #le sserafim smut #yunjin smut #huh yunjin smut #female reader

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b4tasquad · 10 months

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RANKING THE BETA SQUAD & EXTRAS BY ATTRACTIVENESS:

thank you for tagging me bae @kennysboxergf <3

Authors note: some of this I know for a fact I’m hearing shit for but idk this is the only right way😛

10. HARRY PINERO

It wouldn’t be b4tasquad without some hp no sauce slander. This guy gets on my nerves so much I have a list of violations I would throw in his face if I was to ever meet that bitch. And it’s not like he’s fine enough to talk about others? Like boy you out here with a non distinguishable hair line and a whole kid trynna act 21 without no kid😐

9. ANESONGIB

Nothing against him, like at all. I just really don’t find him that attractive tbh. And I’ve never really paid attention to him when he’s not in beta squad videos or with em so don’t know him. Kinda looks like the guy from ratatouille but cute tho.

8. JOHNNY CAREY

He’s not ugly? Just not really my type. Really funny in footasylum videos alongside the ones he’s in on the beta squad channel, but like I said not really my type. Kinda feel like he still plays Fortnite and lives in his mamas basement. He has his moments tho, and sometimes his drip be good.

7. DARKEST MAN

now listen… especially ally. I love Darkest with my whole being istg. I find him super attractive and he’s my man frfr… but compared to the others above him I just can’t put him anywhere else😭 but he’s so funny and fine. just wish he had hair…

6. KING KENNY

Very attractive especially with a durag on omg🤭but I’m very much a hair and face combo girl. Like a guy has to have good hair and be handsome to be rated top tier to me🤷‍♀️ Kenny’s super attractive… but lacks in the hair department

5. CHUNKZ

my man love love love his fine ass. i think I’d actually faint on the spot if he opened his mouth and spoke because he’s so fucking fine I’m just😧😧 would but him higher if he had the hair and and face combo…

4. SHARKY

SUPER SUPER SUPER FINE. ISTG and I know some of you are going to hate me for this… but he’s not the finest in the beta squad??? let’s be fr rn. his style is so nice, he’s super handsome but girls he’s not the finest goodbye. Love me some sharky tho

3. YUNGFILLY

idc what you guys have to say about this one. filly has been and will always be fine. if he has 10 fans I’m one of them, if he has one that’s me and if he has none… better believe someone killed my ass😛 he’s so caring, boyfriend material, fine, and stylish. he’s so Abby’s man coded

2. AJ SHABEEL

my man my man my man. all of you know id go to war for my bae. people do him so dirty and I just DONT STAND FOR IT. he’s everything a girl (aka me) needs and I’d do anything for him. his hair is such a bonus cause omfg I want to run my hair through it and the highlights in it??? FUCK YESS

1. NIKO OMILANA

he’s been my bae since day one. I stared watching them because of him, and I’ll continue to watch for him too. he’s the finest most delicious scrumptious guy there is, and I better not hear anyone arguing. there’s never been a discussion. I’ve heard to many “sharky and niko are both the finest.” “Sharky is finer.” NO HES NOT LMAO🙄🙄 the day everyone realises that niko legit has everything. height, hair, face, body im gonna laugh at you??? sign me tf uppppp

#beta squad #✭b4tasquad speaks #niko omilana #aj shabeel #chunkz #sharky #king kenny #yung filly #anesongib #johnny Carey #harry pinero #youtube

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patron-saints · 5 months

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tell me more about Antoinette. what is her favorite color. does she have any siblings. gow quickly did she fall in love with miles. thank u love her

what does Olivier think about Antoinette both as an individual and as Mrs miles and NOT as a soldier don't be boring

fma oc hours….. i love her too.

antoinette is a mechanical engineer who grew up in north city. she's 29, her and miles have two kids, and she's just as much of a briggsman as he is. she has a sister in north city who watches their kids a lot, but they do also visit and spend time with them there and it's not unheard of for the whole miles family to be at briggs together, on occasion. it’s not like a “oh they’re too busy for their kids” thing it’s more like a communal family raising thing. cuz antoinette and miles take care of her sister’s kids too.

oh. lol just saw the second question! yes she has two older sisters, she's the baby of her family. she was always the tinkerer even as a kid, playing with any spare scarp of technology she could get her hands on, much to the annoyance of her parents and her sisters, but it paid off, and she's one of the highest ranking engineers at briggs now. when an engineer is talking about miles, they mean antoinette.

her favorite color is orange, but red is a very close second.

i think we talked about her and miles meeting because they were assigned to the same chore rotation, and then continuing to run into each other randomly for a while after that, and i also think i said something to you about her asking him out first. which i maintain. i think she fell in love with him like… like that old cliche of like, slowly and then all at once? i think she actually may have had her kids younger and miles is their step-dad, and so i think like. i think she was really cautious about getting too attached to him at first, even though she approached him and liked him, i think there was a part of her waiting to see how he was with her kids. and he was. fantastic. and then it was just. immediately. i think they got married after dating/being partnered for three years, so they've been married for two when ed meets miles.

(additionally. the kids probably saw buccaneer as a very fun and cool uncle and he probably spoiled them and played insane dangerous SEEMING games with them but always made sure to keep them safe)

(there's a world where he lives and where they get to bring him into the family more in a different way) (but this is not that world)

and okay. bonus round. olivier. obviously i made the joke in recognition that both antoinette and her husband were in love with olivier and they told each other that when they told each other they loved each other. and i don't think. i don't know how much olivier KNOWS that them and everyone else is a little in love with her, but she might have like. some idea lol. i think she thinks that antoinette is solid, reliable, and witty, and i think she appreciates that she has someone she trusts running her engineer dept. i am TRYING not to be boring but olivier is so work based it's hard not to talk about work!

i think it means a lot to her that miles has someone. and that that person is good for him and good to him. i think they don't get to talk all too often but i think she likes her pretty well. not that she would ever SAY that. god forbid olivier mira armstrong show approval. but you know. she does.

#i hope this was not boring to u ytguhijo #chillingoose #birthday ask party #ANTOINETTE I LOVE YOU

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inknopewetrust · 2 years

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Read Oh, Baby and oh, baby was it good!!!! I keep thinking about the continuation of canon with them🥺🥺like Nancy and her helping out at the Snow Ball at the middle school and Eddie signing up to chaperone (to spend time with her <3 and the kids he’s getting to know) giving all of the teachers a heart attack thinking they saw the last of him years ago. Him fondly watching her dance with Dustin when he can’t seem to secure a dance partner. Her joining Robin and Steve at Scoops Ahoy and Eddie is only a little miffed Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington gets to spend hours with her while he gets a job at the local record shop. Family trips to the pool with the kids and girly mall trips with Max, El, and Nancy. GGRRRRR when he fails senior year and repeats him- specifically targeting the new sheepies knowing it’s what she’ll want. Though Eddie and the kids have hung out here and there (never without her of course because why would they) it’s really a ‘you’re our ex babysitters boyfriend and that’s the extent I know about you’. So come freshman year for them entre vous Eddie ‘The Sheppard’ Munson. He takes them in for her and begrudgingly they do grow on him like a tumor but still. Of course she always had a soft spot for Dustin and he knew this but now getting to know him on his own time in his own element was something else entirely. No wonder she always had such a weakness for the smart ass kid, he gets it now. He really sneaks up on you huh. Eddie and her being the mom and dad of the group, him still calling her ‘mama’ because of it.

<3 they are everything to me

Thank you so much! And omg yes to all of this.

- Instead of Eddie volunteering, he gets detention and as an alternative, he helps with the snowball. Of course Reader and Nance are there so it’s a bonus and they get to chaperone like real adults for the first time. ALSO: Dustin sees him, never says anything, but admires the dude from afar and thinks “man, I wanna be like that.”

It’s also the first instance of Mike thinking to grow out his hair.

- the middle school teachers are mortified because they’re afraid he’ll make a scene or spike the punch bowl for a bunch of 8th graders.

- his heart pangs in his chest, in a good, heartwarming way, when reader dances with Dustin.

The pool—I’d die.

The first few times he’s just badgered with questions by the kids closest to reader (Dustin and Lucas). They’re like a mix between skeptical and awed but the minute he mentions something about hellfire, they’re on him like flies on shit. Total leeches and won’t let go.

Because he wants to spend time with reader when he goes back to school and everyone else graduates, he’s got a bit of a grudge against the boys eating up his free time with stuff about the campaign, making sure high school isn’t the worst, and ensuring that their experience is better than his was. But in the end, he loves them all and wouldn’t trade the time spent with them for anything (except more time with reader).

And the nickname sticks. When Oh, Baby, it’s Real happens, I imagine reader and Eddie absolutely spent from trying to put the baby down and sprawled out on the couch just mindlessly watching tv. Because Eddie’s absolutely wrecked for reader, he just cuddles her close, kissing her on the temple and says: “you’ve got this, mama.”

Simple words of encouragement go far.

#answered #headcanon

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missspringthyme · 4 months

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February 22nd, 2024

I didn't get up early, but I did finally go swimming!

It took me awhile to get out of the house, but the pool is only a 5 minute walk away so I wasn't worried. Unfortunately, I had gotten the open and closing times wrong and the lady at the counter kept had me go outside to take a picture of the actual open and close times. I got caught off guard enough that my German went completely through the window and I kept struggling with what to say to her while she fought to speak in broken denglish. It's so frustrating understanding a language better than you speak it, because it just makes it look like you're lying about your language abilities. Last night I ended up googling German intensive programs because I'm so sick of my language abilities. I have a few lifelong goals that I desperately want that I don't talk much about, but they include getting my German and Japanese back and actually being genuinely physically fit.

I'm planning on asking my dad if he would be willing to bankroll me attending an intensive when I have the time (it's his fault english is my better language anyway) and hopefully if I manage to swim and do bodyweight workouts on the regular it'll put me in a good spot to actually get serious during my gap year.

When I left the pool, I considered just going back to my apartment. I came very close. The combination of me already feeling nervous about swimming (I feel very (incorrectly) self conscious when I do any formal of cardio) and the incident with the woman in the pool had me feeling very frozen. The other pool is a 25 minute walk away, so I decided to at least get some cardio in by walking over there.

The walk was nice, I keep thinking the solution to me hating walks is to pick a destination. When I got to the pool though, I sat outside nervous. I hate when this happens, but I've also just felt very stuck lately in general. I once again considered turning around and taking the walk as a win, but eventually I got myself to go it. Where I promptly found another chair to sit and freeze in. It continued like that until I finally, finally made it upstairs and to the second pool lady. Oh God.

She struggled a bit with my bonus card, but everything was fine. My German was fine, everything was fine. She scanned my card, and I went in. Maybe life isn't so terrible after all. I didn't bring a euro, so I stuffed my thing in an unlocked locker and brought my valuables out under my towel. Next time, I'm just bringing the bag out to the pool. I also didn't put my cap on until I could see if other people were wearing caps. I probably should protect my hair, but it makes me feel more self conscious when I'm not that good and other people aren't wearing them. Like the asshole who buys all the best gear before even trying the hobby.

The pool, for some reason, reminded me of the pool at my school in Tokyo. Something about the temperature and the feel of the water. Cold, but one that didn't seep into you. Water that felt like you were cutting into it, not pushing. As I paddled on my back, the memory of the ceiling of the ASIJ pool with the black and gold lane markers was fresh in my mind. I still remember exactly all the markers in that pool because they meant 'this lap is almost over, you're so close'. I made sure to go slowly and not overdo myself. I've always had a problem with anything endurance based because I don't know how to pace myself. Luckily, even my rest pace was faster than everyone else in the pool.

At one point, a bunch of school kids came in and started jumping off the diving board at the end of the pool so I had to stay clear. I did, however, get to watch them fall through the water in between breaths. I started timing my strokes so I could get a better look. I've always like being underwater, and I've always liked the big divide between the world above the water and the world below it. When the kids hit the water it's like time slows down. I watch the bubbles and the blues.

My goal is to eventually do 50 laps, and today I did 15. We'll work on it.

Later that night, I did a paint and sip that my building was putting on. I drank a schole instead of wine and had a good time. I spent a lot of time trying to convince authentic australian on the wrong german names for colors. Groin is the new grün.

Spanish neighbor is reading Breeding with Bigfoot so I'm excited to hear her thoughts as she progresses.

#roommates #friend #febuary #swimming

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isaac-morey · 2 years

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Task 10 -- Love Is Stored In The Garlic: Write about 10 significant meals that your character has had in their lives. Is it their favorite pasta dish? Is it the meal they were broken up over? Up to you to decide! Bonus points for images.

TW: child neglect, food issues/childhood trauma from them, abusive relationships, blood (not graphic but mentioned)

Peanut butter sandwich (Chicago, age five)

He didn't know where his parents were. There was some assumption they were both at work, but he didn't know exactly what work was; just some place people went, like school was where his older siblings disappeared to; and he was too young to do either so he stayed at home.

Was supposed to stay inside, but inside was cold, the heater wasn't working again, and he liked sitting at the big window at the end of the hallway, near the stairwell; he could see the city streets below from there. People were never home that time of day. It was safe, quiet.

"What're you doing out here?"

He froze, fingers resting on the dirty glass, eyes wide under hair that needed a trim but nobody was going to bother fixing. He said nothing.

"Seen you before," the owner of the voice was just a bit taller than himself, bundled up in a jacket and holding tight to a plastic box decorated with a castle on the front. "You live over there," she pointed, "don't you go to school yet?" She must have been a little older, he decided, as he shook his head no.

"I don't haffta go today, mommy said so, cause my sister is sick." She continued, studying him as if not sure what to make of this odd, scruffy little kid before her. "Where's your mommy? She at work? Why'd she leave ya out here?"

He swallowed hard at the questions, at being caught. And she must have figured out he didn't want to answer because she shrugged and walked past him.

"Don't talk much, do'ya?" And that was that, until she sat down on the wide sill of the window and opened her little box, shifting around the contents. "Well, I'm gonna have lunch out here; you gonna stay?"

He blinked, head tipped to watch as she set her drink upon the ledge, followed by her chips, and finally a sandwich wrapped in plastic. He glanced away, his mom's voice ringing in his ears.

Don't stare at people, it's rude! You want them to think we ain't got anything? They're going to if you stare so much. They didn't, but people knowing that must have been the worst thing in the world given much his mom yelled at him about it.

The silence stretched out and she took it in stride, only catching him right as he was about to go back across the hall to the cold apartment with a wave of her hand as she plucked the plastic from around the bread.

"Here, you wanna share?"

The question perplexed him, so openly that it stopped him in his tracks as she continued.

"What's your name anyway?" She thrust her hand out, offering up half of the sandwich, faintly sticky from the peanut butter tucked between the bread.

He couldn't find his voice and he wondered if it was fair; everyone else was gone though and it maybe wasn't fair that they had lunch at school or work or whatever else, without him. So it wasn't okay, he knew with a hint of guilt, but if nobody knew? Maybe just that once?

And he was hungry, it was hard not to be; sometimes that feeling went on all day, or, when dad was gone too long and mom was busy, longer. He couldn't find his voice though, it got drowned out by yelling so often he didn't even like the sound of it, but in a panic he realized that she might rethink her offer if he didn't answer.

But it wasn't much of an answer, just a hesitant, soft murmur "Isaac." Was it enough?

"Isaac, huh? Okay." Satisfied, she pushed the half sandwich at him and motioned to the spot next to her, and in a numb daze he sat down, nodding at her confirmation.

She smiled, taking a bite of her half and he was careful to match the motion, right down to the smile that he offered after; it happened so naturally he was surprised.

Chicken Makhani (first meal with the Moreys)

He didn't know how to fit in there; it wasn't much different from all the other foster homes, still better than the group ones; but someone else's home. It was always someone else's home and he was just passing through, a temporary visitor.

He had a bedroom to himself though, all to himself for once, and spending most of his time there seemed like the best way to get through it until things changed again.

He dreaded going downstairs when Mrs. Morey called him for dinner; he still dreaded that every place he ended up at. He was never sure what to do with himself while everyone else talked and carried on. And he was hopeful maybe she'd just forget he was there; sometimes they did. Sometimes he knew it was on purpose. But he never blamed them, the tired strangers and the dismissive ones; he wasn't really supposed to be there. But that call came, so he couldn't ignore it.

He couldn't find a corner in the kitchen to put himself out of the way in though, the space was endlessly busy and Isaac was sure he was going to panic trying to. Then something was pushed into his hands and his brain registered it as a bowl, but he had no idea why and simply stood there staring down at the large wooden object filled with rolls. He may have stood there a while, if not for Mrs. Morey's hand resting on his shoulder and guiding him over to the dining table.

He had little idea what many of the dishes spread across the table were in their grayscale unfamiliarity but it didn't matter, he'd never had a chance to learn the luxury of being picky.

The rolls joined the rest as he pushed the bowl in with the others and waited to be motioned to one of the chairs. He sat quietly while all the conversation happened around him, nodding at times but training his attention on his plate to make certain he wasn't eating too slowly. Eating too quickly was a reflex, one he couldn't help. Eating too much still was too, but that wasn't usually a problem, it wasn't usually an option.

When the questions came about if he liked the meal he wasn't sure why they had asked, but the answer felt like it should have been yes so he nodded as he idly chewed on another roll, falling silent and sitting with his eyes roaming from person to person around the table as they talked. He wasn't quite part of it, the moment, but it felt like he almost was. It was the closest he had gotten before.

Rogan Josh (first cooking lesson)

She was teaching him how to cook, Mama, she was Mama now, and he had asked so she was teaching him to cook. He had her recipes on the counter, a set resolve to doing it mostly himself, and a mess on his hands.

And it wasn't going well at all. The rice was wrong, he'd stared in utter dismay at the scorch marks on the pan as he'd dumped the sauce out of it; he couldn't put a name yet to the shade of orange it was but it didn't look like the one she made. Everything was wrong.

He sighed, eyes drifting towards the trash bin near the sink, gripping the bowl tightly; he probably needed to start over. But the thought of it made his stomach tighten, a wave of nausea washing over him at the very idea of doing that, of throwing away even that mishap. There was an anxious feeling there that made him dizzy, still.

Well, he didn't have to make anyone else eat it, he could though; that thought eased some of the tension in the pit of his stomach that was trying to tie itself into a knot.

Mama breezed into the kitchen and took quick stock of the scent of faintly burnt spices in the air, the seemingly frozen boy clutching that pot with a weary determination, and smiled as she placed a hand lightly upon his back. She might have suggested starting over, any other time, but it felt important not to.

"I messed it up," he got the words out but barely above a breath, it was his eyes he couldn't lift though.

It could be fixed, she confirmed, guiding him back to the counter to tend to the problem at hand, smiling rather than let her thoughts dwell too much over how he looked so relieved at her words, more relieved than any small child should have been.

Dinner was still not great, they all knew it, but they smiled regardless and let it be what it was. Isaac didn't say much, he was grateful nobody did either; the next time would be better, he hoped. Mistakes could be fixed; he hadn't believed it before.

There would be a next time, there would even be a day where he'd end up enjoying the process of figuring out how to adjust and fix his mistakes, plenty more meals he would cook for mama.

But that first one, mistakes and all, she would always say was still her favorite.

Airport Food Court (leaving after graduation)

"I'm not sure this counts as real food," he laughed, elbows resting on the narrow table and eyeing the edge of the plastic container. The faintest scent of airport faire drifted upward, hanging in the air around the table like a cloud.

Papa huffed, pushing the container forward with a nod of agreement.

"Not like anything your mother would have made," he commented in regards to the pale yellow liquid that, as far as Isaac could assume, was intended to be some manner of soup that was too nondescript for him to really make sense of.

Papa was right, Mama would have been nothing less than appalled if she knew.

"Best we not tell her," the older Morey added, as though it were some conspiracy between them. Isaac laughed and nodded, the messy crest of his bangs falling into his eyes.

He was going to miss her cooking; nothing else was going to be as good, nothing would feel quite like home. But home would still be there; Isaac was ready to see what lay beyond it.

"You look after yourself," Papa reminded him, the board on the wall behind them proclaimed in illuminated letters the arrival and departure of flights and every so often his head would lift, eyes towards it as he kept check of the minutes.

"I will," Isaac promised, the same way he had promised Mama, and Dian, Mads, Elli, Seb, even Gem and Devyn; had promised he would be okay so they didn't have to worry. So they could be excited for him instead about his new job, new life; so he could keep them with him but still find his own way.

They would worry a little, regardless, and he would miss them; that was all a part of distance. Absently, he grabbed the spoon for a bite of his own meal, cringing at the terrible idea that turned out to be. "Oh, yeah, no; that's terrible."

A moment of shared stillness among the rush of people on their way from terminal to terminal, shared laughter among all the other busy noise.

Rigatoni with Vodka Sauce (the breakup)

He didn't bother to clean up the broken mess, the splash of red across the tile had spread outward into runny streaks, jagged shards of colorless glass spiked upward from it and, in the back of his mind, he considered the risk of leaving it there.

But he was just so, so very tired.

Just tired, an empty, emotionless gray that seeped into the edges of everything around him. And, not for the first time in the last month, Isaac just wanted to close his eyes and block out even that.

He'd stopped trying to see the colors in the apartment weeks past, everything remained the same hues of stark, tense crimson and sickly swampy yellow-green and when it never changed it felt suffocating. It gave him less warning though at the sharp words as they brushed past him, making him bristle.

"I'm not cleaning that up; I don't have time to deal with this anyway." Max was a blurry, shrill tone as Isaac felt as though everything was out of focus.

He watched the sticky line of sauce drip downward from the edge of the counter, a puddle of inky darkness to his eyes; oily at the edges. A disarray of bits and pieces, a dull, shattered plate fanned out in chunks married with the splatters. He was so very tired.

"Isaac, wake the hell up; did you ever hear what I said?"

He hadn't, he hadn't even been trying to that time; most of the questions never felt like questions and the demands all sounded the same. He wondered, idly, if there was going to be a stain across the tiles later.

"Isaac."

He couldn't bring himself to care, not about the stain anyway, or the broken dishes, the ruined meal or even the fight that had caused it all. He couldn't remember what the fight had been about; that too just ran all together those days. Work? Maybe it was that. Maybe it was nothing at all; there were more of those lately.

Max had made it all the way into the living room, a trail of accusations heavy in the air that felt like he was only hearing it muted, from a distance.

Isaac sighed, retrieved a cloth from one of the drawers and knelt to pluck piece by piece the broken glass from the puddle. If he didn't do it Max definitely wasn't going to, and the argument later would be worse than just a few broken dishes; he was too tired for that, to even consider it.

He flinched, feeling the bite of glass and drawing his hand back sluggishly, the line of swelling blood the same indistinguishable gray as he held the fabric to the shallow wound.

Too tired.

"I'm leaving," he left the cloth in the sink, the glass scattered across the floor and the spreading red to sink into the tiles; more of a mark than he wanted to have there anymore.

Max scoffed, disinterest obvious in the eye roll that accompanied the words, "Yeah? And go where? You'll just come back anyway." The sneer, cold, turned into a mocking laugh.

It was a good point though, a point that felt like a weight on his shoulders, a dragging sensation; did he have anywhere to go? Friends? Anything that hadn't been poisoned from the inside out by Max? No, he didn't, not anymore.

"I don't know," he answered, honestly. He didn't care either, so long as it was anywhere else but there.

Chinese Takeout (the night after)

It shouldn't have felt so strange to be alone, shouldn't have felt like such a relief.

The too-oily, too spicy noodles in the white carton weren't even good; the plastic menu tossed on the bedside table argued otherwise but was clearly a poor judge of such things. The ugly carpet blanketing the floor was the distinct mix of red, brown and gold that made up the hotel room standard but he didn't mind; it was better than grays.

His phone had been buzzing for a good hour, bouncing and humming on the bed with missed calls, texts and voicemails but that time he had made his mind up not to answer. That time he was sticking by his decision. He didn't even notice when the battery finally died and the phone went blissfully silent.

The glow of infomercials on the television lit up the space in soft tones of saturated blue as he took a bite of the weakly flavored Chinese takeout and thought, again, that there in the quiet of the tiny room it was just about the best meal he'd had in months.

Pizza Planet delivery (Dian's disappearance)

"You need to eat," she reminded him in that tone both kind and resolute; giving no room for argument. And he had plenty of them to offer, not the least of which was how he couldn't bring himself to care about those things when everything else felt so out of place. The knot was back in his stomach in a way he hadn't felt since before Swynlake, before home and family.

Because family was the reason for it, wasn't it? Every day that tumbled into the next he felt the space where his brother should have been get a little larger, the ache settled a little deeper; Isaac didn't want to mourn someone he knew was still there, just too far for him to reach. But it felt that way, like he was standing vigil over an empty grave.

He couldn't find much reason to manage many meals lately that weren't only something to dull the worries; alcohol had taken the place of anything more substantial on his worst days, indifference had taken over the rest.

"Sorry Jess, I don't feel so great is all." The excuse felt weak, true, but that didn't make it less shallow when he offered it. The couch around him was soft enough that he just wanted to stay there, pretend it was all okay, and count the days.

"I can see that," she agreed, but gave him little choice as she pushed the plate into his hands, "but you promised me a movie night and we can't have one of those without pizza." As though it were some rule, some dire truth that the entire evening hinged upon. It wasn't that, but she would make it be, if it swayed him into the idea of doing just a little better job of taking care of himself.

Isaac started to protest but lost the determination, knew she was right; but that didn't make it any easier. Didn't make the first bite more appealing, nor the second, but nothing was going to taste very good while he was so resolved to disconnect from that simple pleasure. It was a purposed motion, an effort.

But an effort he had to make, bite by bite, so he could get through that evening, the next, and a few more difficult ones still to come.

It would get better, it just couldn't yet.

Eggplant Parmesan (first date, the second time around)

He moved around the kitchen with what was fast becoming practiced ease; only a few months in the house, his house, and Isaac had spent enough time inside that brightly-lit, sunshine yellow space to navigate it without having to devote his full attention to watching his step. And there, even more than most of the house, he felt in his element.

A splash of red spilled across the counter and something in the back of his mind shifted with an old discomfort that had been buried for years. He stared for a moment, then took a breath and shook his head, reaching for the cloth by the sink to wipe it away. And if it stained, well, he could fix that too with just a hint of the magic that ran through his veins, couldn't he? That was all that mattered; even stains could, like mistakes, be fixed.

The oven door stood open, the glass dish retrieved and set up the counter, and his hands didn't shake that time. They could have, but they didn't.

There were so many could haves and might haves in his memories; all greytone and stale and so far away in that moment. He wasn't certain they would be, in a way it was like a test again, for himself.

It would be different this time, he told himself, let himself believe it; years since he had ever thought things might get better but maybe they could. They were starting over, starting better; starting with more honesty between them.

He didn't feel giddy over the possibility the way he assumed he might, he felt something better than that; Isaac felt grounded. He felt like the maybes weren't just hopeful notions because he needed something to hold onto; they were possibilities that gave him something to work towards. And he didn't have to do that alone.

He admired his efforts as the kitchen filled with the warm scent of oregano and garlic, wiping his hands on the cloth; he hadn't forgotten the faint scar across his fingertips, no, it just didn't really hurt as much anymore. He still needed the scars, and what he had built from them, but the apprehension came and went, good days and bad ones.

The knock at the door pulled him away from his thoughts and left them behind there within the sunny walls. Good days and bad ones; it was a good one. He reached for the handle when he reached the end of the hallway, knowing that Nick was waiting on the other side; the smile had already reached his lips.

Of all the places he could have, there wasn't anywhere else he would have rather been.

#swynwrimo #swynwrimoz #i didn't make it to ten #but this was so long already #so #tw: child neglect #tw: food issues #tw: domestic abuse #tw: abusive relationships #tw: blood

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The Day I Picked Up Dazai - Side A (5)

This is the translation from page 52 to page 62 of Side A of the Dazai novel which was given out as free bonus for those who come to the cinema to watch the BEAST live action movie in Japan.

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...

A series of pictures float in and out of my mind.

A coffee shop. A blue rain leaving water droplets on the glass of the store. A novel with only the first and the middle volume.

Regret. Blood patterns on the wall.

“There is no mercy in this world.”

That is the voice of the younger me.

That’s right. No-one can forgive themselves. I will not forgive myself either.

Last volume of the novel.

“Writing novels is writing people.”

The man with the mustache. There is a ring of truth in his voice. Or perhaps I just want to believe that.

To answer that question, I have set my foot on a long track.

One day in a room with a view of the ocean, I will walk to my desk and…

When I wake up, I can’t tell where I am right away.

There is a wall in front of me. A bare concrete wall. A dark and damp wall, with black marks of water dripping, staining the color of the material. I can see nothing else. Even if I turn my head around, all I can see is that wall. I cannot turn my body.

I am being tied to a chair.

“Before we start, let me tell you this.” There is a voice behind my back. I have heard this voice before. “I don’t like violence.”

I remember whose voice that is. That is the older cop who came to my house.

“I don’t like it when people use violence. I don’t like to use it either. So just think about this as business.”

Sound of something cutting through the wind.

An intense pain gouges into my back the very next moment. My skin tears off, my bones crack.

Something hard has struck my back. A baton, a gun grip, or probably a blackjack.

The attacker is still out of my sight. There is only pain that shoots through my nerves and pierces into my brain.

“It works, right?” the guy starts speaking. His voice is soft, as if he is lecturing a kid. “I went easy on you. I know very well how much pain one can tolerate, and at what point it will become unbearable. I have wielded this for decades.”

“There are still things you don’t know.” I say.

The man’s voice goes silent for a second, then he speaks in a hard voice. “What?”

“You don’t know how to torture.” I say. “If you are going to hurt your victim, you have to ask questions first. What’s the point of hurting them before you ask? You’re just tiring both of us out.”

I can sense a snort of laughter.

Following that is another blow, this time close to my neck. A flash bounces through my entire body. Starting from my neck, the pain feels as if every single nerve in my body is being pulled out. This one is stronger than the last.

“You are right, young man. This is not a textbook interrogation.” says the voice behind my back. “But there are times when everything should be done according to the textbook, and there are times when it should not. I know that much. This is just a preparation for you to open your mouth more smoothly later. So, rest assured.”

“Good to know.” I say, keeping my eyes on the wall. “So let’s get back to the main point… If it’s about those counterfeit notes, I know absolutely nothing.”

The notes that Dazai was carrying. The source of all this. The huge bomb that Dazai, the messenger of calamity, has brought in.

It is not a surprise that such perfect notes can get intelligent agencies of other countries involved.

However, the guy’s reaction after that betrays all of my expectations.

“… counterfeit notes?”

That voice with a question mark attached to it floats unreliably and fluffily in the air, before it unravels and disappears.

My instinct tells me that it is a voice of perplexity.

“You don’t know about the fake money?” I ask. “Isn’t that what you are after, the counterfeit money and Dazai?” “That friend of yours is called Dazai? Who is he?”

I am going to say Port Mafia, but I shallow the words back in my throat. I should not tell them about Dazai’s identity if the money is not what they are after.

“There seems to be some misunderstandings here. I should clear that up first. We are here for you.”

“What?”

“Where’s the painting?”

The guy asks in a hard, commanding tone. I quietly think about what he means, then I answer.

“What do you mean by “painting”?”

“You know what it is.”

His voice is assertive and solemn, the voice of someone pushing another off a cliff.

“You guys stole a painting from a house you visited on business a long time ago. We are looking for it.”

“I have not a single idea what you are talking about.” I say. “Are you sure you are not mistaking me for someone else?”

Before I can finish my sentence, another blow comes down. This time on my shoulder. I can feel my veins breaking. Every part of my body from my neck down to my fingertips become numb.

“I’m not. We don’t make mistakes like that.” The guy’s voice is preserving, as if he is suppressing the emotions with his will power. “You were a member of that organization. Those cold-blooded guys who take money and kill in return. I don’t know what kind of thing you did in there, but I guess you were probably just a treasurer or a liaison. Because you are only a postman with no presence now. However, that organization itself was a big shot. You can even call it a legend. Before it suddenly disbanded and vanished seven years ago, it was a synonym of “fear” in “that” side of the world. We searched for the organization and somehow ended up finding only you. The other members have completely disappeared, as if they never existed in the first place.”

“I don’t want to talk about that organization.” I say.

“You will, young man. You will soon, whether you want to or not.”

I can hear the plonk of the club behind my back as he plays with it in his hands. “That painting is worth 500 million yen. One billion if you are lucky. If you need it, we can even give you a share. You won’t be able to handle it anyway.”

“You are making a mistake.” I say quietly. “It’s true that I know about said organization. I was a member of it for a while. But I don’t know about that painting. Not a little bit.”

“If you don’t know anything about it, is it possible that other members have hidden the painting?”

“Very likely so.”

The man sighs. His voice after that sounds five years older. “It’s always like this. We walk around like hungry stray dogs, following the scent of food and sticking our noses to the ground. And when we think we have finally got there, the food has long been trucked off to another place. We again, twitch our noses and chase after the smell of the truck through the dry wilderness. Again and again.”

“I am sorry for that.” I say.

In fact, it is half true when I say that. After all, they have kidnapped Dazai, just because he happens to be with me. Dazai is not a person you should treat like an add-on for your mail-order stuff. Not in any sense. He is a Port Mafioso, and as I imagine, a very important one at that. It is too late to do anything, now that they have already kidnapped him. Even if they wash him clean, mend his clothes, and return him sparkling new respectfully with their heads low, Port Mafia will not forgive that. They will use an electric excavator to level flat the back of the heads of those who are kneeling on the ground begging for forgiveness.

Therefore, the doom for these kidnappers is already decided. The question now is whether Dazai and I will be doomed too.

I cannot talk about Port Mafia. That is no good. If they know that Dazai is a Port Mafioso, these guys will literally shrivel up. They will curse their own stupidity and try to cover it up with yet another stupidity. In other words, they will bury the two of us under deep concrete, and use the little time they have before being found out to escape to the other side of the world. There is no other way.

That is why I have to keep Dazai as my “mysterious friend”.

“Now that you have all the information you need to tell the story.” The man speaks in a chilly voice, “All you have to do is to chirp beautifully. If you need a little help there, I don’t mind giving it my best to assist.”

He sounds somewhat happy. I can hear him slamming the club into his own hand. At this rate, I will be the one who has his bones crushed. (TN: There is a play of words here. The cop is using the expression 粉骨砕身, to say that he will try his best, but the kanji translated directly to “crushed bones and smashed flesh”, so Oda is using the same wording to talk about his own situation right now.)

“What if I don’t talk?” I ask.

“You will regret it. Like a criminal who just receives a warrant, wishing that he would have sung honestly when he was asked to come voluntarily earlier.”

He is about to say something else, but his radio rings before he can.

“What’s up?” he picks up the radio. I cannot hear what they are saying, but I can sense the urgency in his tone. “Got it. I’ll be right there. Handcuff them.”

He hangs up, his footsteps getting farther away. After walking a few steps, the man says from a distance. “I will give you some time to think about it. No one is coming to help you. This is an evacuation bunker built during the old war. It’s time to make a choice. You can become rich, or become a corpse for the rats to feast on. I hope you make the right decision for everyone to be happy.”

***

Dazai returns to the cell when I have just finished checking the shape of the fingernails on my two cuffed hands for the fiftieth time.

“Hey, it’s been a while.” Dazai says with an indistinct smile that is not at the very least different from before he was kidnapped.

I look at Dazai and ask, “You were not tortured?”

“Torture? Ah! So that was torture?” Dazai says, somewhat cheerful. “I was tied up and surrounded by two guys. But they left before doing anything. They were dragged away by their friends. I just told them something useful, and they started crying and hitting each other, saying they didn’t want to die.”

“I see. What did you tell them?”

“I can tell you… But do you really want to know?” Dazai smiles like a sea monster from the underworld.

I give it a little thought and say, “I will pass.”

It is a temporary cell used to keep the prisoners in the war. Originally, it must have been a simple nap room inside the bunker to protect yourself from air strikes and such. The room is about the size of a hotel room, with only a rusty bed frame fixed to the end. The entrance door has been replaced by an iron door with fresh welding marks, and there is a thick chain used for boat anchoring and a huge lock hanging from the doorknob. A number of black power lines are wrapped around the hooks lining up on the wall, leading to the murky cage lamp at the back of the room. That is the only light source. There is no air conditioning, so the air in the room is unclean.

“What do you think they are?” I ask.

“A criminal organization.” Dazai speaks nonchalantly, jingling his own handcuffs.

“But they are different from big settings like Port Mafia. Just a small group that will vanish with just a blow. However, its origin is a little interesting. Have you ever heard about an organization called “48”?”

I shake my head after giving it some thoughts, “No.”

“This is actually my first time meeting them too. They are harder to spot than any other criminal organization. It is almost impossible. Even if a great purge is to happen and this Yokohama turns into a clean paradise, they will still survive and continue to commit crimes. It is because they are an organization made up entirely of former cops.”

I narrow my eyes.

“Officers from local stations, special forces members who were dishonorably discharged. Corrupted cops released from prison after their arrests. Police of external affairs who are on the list of distrusted agents. This is a small but robust labyrinth organization built by police personnel who, for various reasons, have fallen from the tower of public servants through utilizing the skills, connections, and knowledge from their former jobs. There are a lot of theories about the name “48” but the most popular one is that it’s because the police have to refer a case to the public prosecutor within forty eight hours of arrest.

“That means the cops who came to our house were fake, but they used to be real cops too?” I say while recalling my memory. “But how do you know?”

“You couldn’t tell? Their gestures somehow revealed their past history, and every word they say is mixed with the terms used when they were still in the police.”

I track my memory.

Now that he mentions it, the guy who tortured me said this before he left, “You will regret it. Like a criminal who just receives a warrant, wishing that he would have sung honestly when he was asked to come voluntarily earlier.” He used a police shorthand to refer to “voluntary accompaniment”, and “sing” is a term used by the police for “confess”. I guess they just use the words that they are familiar with when talking to their friends.

“What they are good at is blackmailing people using the connections from their former jobs, diverting seized goods to sell on black market, and leaking inside information about the police. They are the fallen ex-heroes. Although the scale of their activities is small, many of them have received real trainings, thus are formidable. There are many criminal organizations in Yokohama, but this “48” is hated by both the police and other organizations.”

“You sure know a lot.”

“Not really. Unfortunately, I don’t know what they are up to.” Dazai says as he leans against the wall. “They said they were looking for a painting. Do you have any idea?”

I look at Dazai, then I say. “No.”

Dazai looks at me. Those eyes are like the bottomless see at night. Dark, cruel, quiet, endlessly sucking people in and never letting go.

Those eyes are looking at every corner of my expression. I feel like my each and every single cell is being observed.

I wonder how long we stay silent like that. Suddenly, Dazai opens his mouth and speaks in a serious tone.

“You do have a hint, don’t you?”

I let my gaze wander through the air, then look at a scenery of the past that is not here. I want a cigarette so bad. “Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because it doesn’t matter.” I say, sitting down next to Dazai. “No matter what those guys say, that painting is no longer in anyone’s hand. It is in a place that it will never be moved from. That painting is not going anywhere, at least not during my lifetime.”

“Why?”

“Because I decided so.”

Dazai tries to say something, but he stops. Then he lets his gaze wander somewhere else, as if he is looking for an answer.

“Got it”, Dazai says, looking forward. “Then let’s end this conversation here and talk about what we are going to do next.”

I find it strange that Dazai retreated so meekly. If he can make me spill out the whereabout of the painting, Dazai can get out of here without a scratch. But Dazai’s eyes are quiet, inside them is a gentle indifference of someone who has already made up his mind. I cannot tell the reason though.

“So, what are we doing next?”

“Jailbreak.” I assert. “I have no reason to stay in this kind of place anymore.”

“That is a good idea.” Dazai says, holding up his two hands. “But how?”

We are both handcuffed. These handcuffs are not toys or replicas, they are the real things used by the cops. On top of it, there is a lock on the entrance too. I saw the guy who brought Dazai here just now locking the door. There is no mistaking it.

“I have something that can get us out of here.” I say. “But there is also one thing that I can’t do anything about. Reason.”

“Reason?”

”You don’t want to escape, do you?”

Dazai looks at me with a puzzled look on his face. Then he says, “Are you going to help me?”

“I thought I would, but you have no reasons to do so. No reasons to accompany me and get out of here.”

Dazai looks around. “You are right. I can still kill myself if I stay here. So never mind me. Just escape by yourse…”

“I will take you with me even if I have to put a rope on your neck.”

Dazai looks at me, surprised.

“You… Are you actually a pushy guy?”

“When it comes to things that I have decided to do.” I say, focusing my attention on the signs outside. There seems to be no one on the other side of the door.

“What makes you do this?”

“I don’t like these guys.”

I say decisively. Dazai makes a surprised face again. “48? Why? Because they used to be cops? Or because they are aiming for the painting?

“Things like that.” I answer briefly, ending the conversation. “Dazai, if I ask, will you come with me?”

“Well, I wonder. I’m not that kind of nice guy who listen to others’ requests that easily. Everyone has a hard time getting me to do anything. What can you offer?”

I have to admit, those words are out of my expectation.

“You think that I can give you what you want?”

“I don’t know.” Dazai smiles as if he has given up. “I really don’t know. I have never met anyone like you before. That’s why I’m asking you.”

I start thinking.

I have a hint of what Dazai is looking for. But I don’t have it on hand to give it to him.

However…

_The only thing I want now, is death._

_Why do we have to die?_

“Dazai”, I say. “As soon as we get out of here, let’s go to “that place”. Right away. It’s not that far away.”

Dazai’s eyes are wide open. “You say “that place”? That you-are-a-fool-if-you-don’t-go-before-you-die place?”

“Yes.”

Dazai blinks and looks at me. I look straight back into his eyes.

I am not sure why but it reminds me of something from a long time ago. From when I was a boy.

“Dazai… You are right. There is no good or bad in wanting to die. Because there seems to be many important things in this world, but in reality, there is nothing that important. Life and death don’t even matter at all. The place we are going to is probably not going to live up to your expectations. Maybe you will find only rocks, scraps of paper, and things of such value there.”

Dazai stares blankly at me, as if he cannot believe what is happening in front of his eyes.

I look at the palm of my hand. I touch it with my finger, feeling the sensation. I touch a few more places, as a mean to buy time, until I finally say the last words.

“But what if it is different?”

Silence.

I have never tried to get this close to anyone’s heart before. I don’t feel like I did it well. But strangely enough, I do not regret it that much. Even if I don’t say it here and now, I will probably say it to Dazai somewhere sometime in the future. I feel that.

Dazai does not say anything. He just sighs, and looks into a distance with his arms crossed behind his head, as if he is considering. The chain clanks. “I too, have been caught by a person who says pretty foolish things.” Then he turns to the side to hide his expression and glances at me sideways. “Secret place, right…? If you have asked that much, it’s not like I can’t go with you.”

I lift my eyebrows, “You are not being honest.”

“It’s not that! It’s not that I’m not honest or anything! It’s not like I… expect that much!”

I scratch my head. “Then let’s do it this way. If you die here, I will build a tomb for you. And your tombstone will read, “Here lies Dazai, the man who never beats Oda Sakunosuke at poker.”

Dazai looks at me dumbfounded. Then he opens his mouth wide and says. “Th.. that’s not good! Alright! It cannot be helped then. Let’s break out of this prison.”

Dazai stands up, holds up his hand and snaps his fingers.

The handcuffs, which are supposed to be tightly fastened, fall off smoothly like a magic trick.

“You took them off from the beginning, didn’t you?”

“A little bit, with the metal wire I found over there.”

“Will that work on the door lock too?”

“Of course.” Dazai says as if it is nothing. Then he suddenly realizes something and turns to me. “No way… when you said you had something that can get us out of here, you were talking about me with this?”

I shrug, “After nursing you for a few days, the chains that bound your legs to the bed was stealthily unlocked. It seems like they have been stacked up to deceive me though.”

“What? I have been found out? How boring.” Dazai pouts.

Dazai takes my handcuffs, sticks the tiny wire inside the keyhole and starts turning it. Immediately, there is a dry metallic sound as the internal mechanism disengages. The handcuffs drop to my feet.

“How long has it been, I wonder? To have somewhere I want to go.” Dazai smiles as he rubs his wrists. “I have a feeling that even if there is nothing at that place, it will be fine as it is. Come on, let’s get out of here quickly and get some good fresh air.”

….

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #spoilers #bsd spoilers #side a spoilers #my translation

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skippyangel16 · 3 years

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A perspective from a newbie, started watching outlander feb this year…..never heard of any of the actors, books, author…

Watched the first half season one, like everyone else googled “ Are Sam and Cait a couple?” Told “no” she’s married and he dates other women, last one being MM. I look at the few pics with his “partners” and her “husband” (didn’t take long, lucky if there’s a total of 6) and I sigh internally ☹️. I carry on watching… ( a voice inside my head is screaming “they have to be together” as I watch each episode). What is wrong with me?

In drought lander I watch every interview and con since it started and now I am even more convinced they are a couple. I eventually find tumblr and fill in blanks and timeline, thanks to all those out there that have receipts 🧾 It was so good to read it all. Now it all made sense!

So we know Cait can “ act in love”

With different actors

And she can pull it off!

So why was it so difficult with?

Why did we get this after marrying “the love of her life!”

If privacy an issue even a hand shot of the rings would have been better than the goat? Even her child got a hand shot !

……then we have Sams (pre) wedding IG/ tweet, ref black beauty and cait 🤣

Sams (post wedding) IG/tweet there was not even a congrats or bride 👰‍♀️ and groom 🤵‍♂️ emoji? ( that I can remember, can’t find it now ) As I remember it was just stating a remarkable day and plugging the suit? C’mon! I am supposed to believe this? Really?

If the narrative was to be believed they would have made it so…..

My perception, no facts -“The meeting” prior to IFH was sprung on them, they went in unprepared and without representation to a room full of power,money, TPTB and lawyers. Whatever happened on that day and in that room has silenced them. Until outlander is finished the narrative soap opera will continue and they will continue to do what they can with breadcrumbs. Once it’s over I don’t think we will get much more than they did it to protect their characters, but at least then we’ll see them out together freely at awards, premieres etc, and if they want to post a picture with the kids they can and if they don’t that’s fine to.

If you look at it from all angles the constant smoke and mirrors actually keeps ALL sides of fans interested, that’s what outlander wants…$ everybody’s and viewing figures, everybody’s. Those who think he’s gay, bi, single, womaniser, married to Cait all get something but no one gets anything concrete.

If you look at just TWO of the people that have congratulated Tony as the father they have ALSO implied Sam and Cait a couple over the years.

Graham, we all know what he’s declared over the years and John Gary Steele who hinted Tony was her Gore Vidal. (Added bonus her hairdresser who posts congrats then deletes?) It’s all beyond weird.

A large portion see Graham’s action as 💵, another view could be that he was helping his very close friend. If you were Sam and Cait and still stuck in a narrative that you have no or little control of because you cannot for whatever reason tell the truth. Who would you want saying congrats to Cait and Tony ? Well I read Graham’s message and didn’t believe it, no way ! Not after everything Graham has said and implied. Based on Graham and John’s congrats messages alone, I thought what a load of bull***! So if you want the narrative not to be believed use people that already have “outed” you as a couple that way the narrative is unbelievable!

My view 🧐…they are a couple since 2013/14, married 2015, with a family since 2016.😍 Congrats to both of them !🥂

Post 6 Sept 2021

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djarrex · 3 years

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Pretty please can we have something where Echo and TBB find out Rex and reader are expecting? Bonus points for Omega's reaction cause I wonder sometimes whether she knows much about the natural way babies are made? I figure she wouldn't have need of that information in the Kaminoans' eyes.

I wanna preface this by expressing the joy I feel and the appreciation I have when you guys come into my inbox asking or wanting to talk about Post-Order 66 Rex and fam. I love it SO MUCH you have no idea :’)

So, if you remember, Hunter was briefly in Insatiable and has a couple lines of dialogue - he even congratulates them on the pregnancy and wishes them well in case he doesn’t see them soon - which is shown during Rex + reader + Hunter’s short interaction. The squad is told the happy news before the events of that particular installment, and I’m thinking that it happens when Rex contacts them to ask if they would be able meet him on [planet] for a little help with [mission].

Find the rest of the series and related works in the Post-Order 66 Rex ML

Let’s go back in time when Rex makes contact with TBB, which preludes the events of Insatiable: (pregnant!reader, TBB + Omega finds out, about 1.6k words)

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"We’re being hailed.”

All members on board the Marauder drop what they’re doing and turn their attention to Echo, who had just called out and is signaling for everyone to congregate in the cockpit. Hunter sheathes the knife he’d been twirling in his fingers and nods before stepping towards the rear of the ship and calling for Omega, while Wrecker sets down Gonky and waves her over. Tech and Echo are already sat in the cockpit, getting the signal steady for the incoming transmission to come through.

"What is it?" Omega jumps down from the gunner's nest - now her room thanks to Wrecker's kind heart and creativity - and joins her brothers in the cockpit. The pilot seats are swiveled around and facing the small space in the center of all of them - the bust of a familiar captain popping into view. "Oh, it's Rex! Hi Rex!" She waves at his translucent blue form with a giddy smile plastered on her face. “Where is-”

"Hello Omega," you chime in with a smile as your head pops into the perimeter of the holo. Her sweet face lights up even more, and her eyes move back and forth between you both, unsure of whom to focus on. From the room you’re still staying at in a high-rise located in Yerbana City, the two of you exchange quick greetings with the five who are currently traveling through hyperspace.

“What’s goin’ on, Rex?” The gentle giant asks with a grin and hands placed on his hips. The captain straightens his stance and crosses his armored arms across his chest plate, and instead of directing his impending response to Wrecker, Rex’s attention turns to Hunter, who’s leaned against the frame at the threshold of the cockpit. A moment passes as the two share a nonverbal understanding before Rex opens his mouth - the focusing pairs of eyes on one another.

“I wanted to see if your squad would be available to help me out.” You quietly observe each individual who are all appearing on your end as full-body projections, landing on Omega to where she’s sitting on top of their Gonk droid - her hands folded neatly in her lap, legs swinging.

“Name it.” Echo is quick to respond with a affirmative nod as he meets the eyes of each member - cutting off Hunter before the sergeant can get a word in. Rex’s oldest friend found himself caught at the receiving end of a very slight glare coming from directly across from him, and begins to backtrack. “I-”

“What is it, Captain?” Hunter interjects.

You sort of tune out the rest, having already been given the spiel by Rex long before you’d suggested for him to contact Hunter for some much-needed assistance. It’s a simple mission: scouting out an abandoned base in hopes to obtain supposedly valuable information from the obsolete Republic database and perhaps to also restock on munitions if there’s anything left there. Normally this would be something Rex could manage on his own, though his thoughts have been a little busy since the start of your extended stay in Yerbana. The two of you ended up taking a little much-needed ‘vacation’ in the repopulating capitol city after receiving the incredible news, and you’re just now getting back into the swing of things. Well, for the most part. Rex doesn’t quite trust his focus as of late with far too many other important things swarming around in his mind, and is worried that he'd make a mistake doing the mission solo, no matter how simple the objective appears to be.

Hunter accepts without resistance, and confirms that they'll meet the two of you just outside the abandoned base immediately after they’ve finished their current objective for Cid, which will probably be in another eighteen hours or so. Rex transmits the coordinates, and it falls silent; the awkward clearing of the throat coming from Rex crackles through the air on their end.

“Somethin’ else, Rex?”

“Actually, yeah. We have some news.” Rex grins and rubs at his nape, and you can't help but to smile wide at him from your position at his side. The squad members all share a glance - a mixture of raised, inquisitive brows and narrowed, concerned eyes. Hunter steps closer to the projection, caution engrained within the features of his half-inked face as he crosses his arms.

“Tell them, love,” your sweet voice of reassurance crackles with the brief wavering signal - your hand laying to rest on his pauldron. Rex chuckles down at his feet and grabs your hand to bring it up to his chest, squeezing gently as he begins to acknowledge the others.

“Everything okay, you two?”

“Based on their lifted expressions and display of affection towards one another, it appears that this ‘news’ is of a positive, exuberant nature.”

You can’t help but laugh at Tech being Tech, which results in mixed reactions at the other end of the call. Rex inhales deep - the air quietly seeping through his nostrils on the exhale. “We’re, uh- we’re gonna have a baby.” His lit up eyes drop to his boots and he’s smirking at his feet as soon as the words leave his lips. You watch as the multiple pair of eyes widen with smiles creeping their way onto each member of the squad’s faces, but the first person to audibly respond is Tech - his focus not lifting from the device held in his hands.

“Are you certain?” All heads snap in Tech’s direction to where he’s leaned forward in the pilot’s seat, elbows resting on his thighs, continuing to tap away at the datapad. Smacking his bother’s knee, Echo squints at Tech and shakes his head.

“Yes, Tech,” you giggle as your hand releases from Rex’s and moves to rest against the beginnings of your baby bump, though you’re unsure if they are able to see either one of you from the chest down. “The bun has been confirmed as baking in the oven. We risked a brief visit to the local med center here, so, we’re certain.”

“Well then.” Tech’s brows lift above the rim of his goggles as he readjusts the spectacles with a finger pushing between them. “Felicitations to you both. That is quite extraordinary news. It seems that I was correct in-”

“That’s so wonderful!” Omega exclaims with the largest grin - hopping off the GNK and clapping her hands excitedly as she approaches you. “When are you getting the baby? Are we going to see the baby when we meet them at the rendezvous, Hunter?”

“Of course you're going to see the baby, Omega,” you answer softly for Hunter, giving him a quick smile and nod, saving him from having to explain. “It won’t be for quite a few months, though. Not until after the baby is born.” Omega’s brows pinch together in confusion, and you cautiously elaborate, unsure of what she already knows as far as what the natural-born process entails. “The baby has to grow inside of me first, and that takes a little while.”

"Inside of you?" Her curiosity is absolutely adorable. She turns to her brothers - soft eyes flickering to each one of them.

"You see, Omega, when-"

"Uh, Tech?" Rex clears his throat, and the intelligent trooper is quick to get the hint - closing his mouth and resuming to silently tap at the datapad. Echo is next to chime in, and he’s smiling like a fool, eyes wide.

“You’re gonna be a dad, eh? Wow... that’s- that’s just incredible, brother.”

“I’m gonna be an uncle!” Wrecker very loudly exclaims, and Omega and you share giggles at his enthusiasm.

“Technically, Wrecker, we are all going to be ‘uncles’ since Rex is our brother, genetically speaking. Therefore, any offspring he may produce would be considered as our nieces and nephews. That is how the nat-borns conduct their family trees.” Tech punctuates his statement with a sure nod - speaking with his finger raised in the air so as to draw attention to his point.

You’re so lost in the way Rex’s eyes continue to positively sparkle with pride and adoration as his brothers and Omega shower the two of you with congratulatory praises that you’re forgetting to respond to all of them.

“We appreciate it, everyone,” you say with an ear-to-ear grin - beaming at Rex.

“We’ll see you all soon,” Rex concludes, “Stay safe out there.”

The holo vanishes as the transmission disconnects, leaving the squad on board the Marauder to go over some more details of their next objective as well as to process the news.

“So...” Wrecker turns around and leads Gonky back to where he was benching the power droid before the call. “What do ya think Rex is gonna do?”

Hunter raises the brow bordered with dark ink. “What do you mean?”

“Are they going to keep this up, now that they’re going to have a kid? You know, the missions and stuff?”

“We have Omega,” Tech inputs matter-of-factly as he prepares the ship for exit from hyperspace. “And we are managing just fine, barring our dwindling ration supply.” Omega smiles sheepishly, but nods with confidence.

“Rex is a good man.” Echo swivels his seat around and sits up straight, meeting the four pair of eyes now gazing back at him. “Always tried to do what was best for his men, his brothers, and still does, even if it's beyond his control or out of his hands. Now that Rex is... free,” Echo puts the most stress into that word as it’s spoken - glancing down at his feet and chewing the inside of his cheek before continuing, “He’s in control of his life, and is able to choose his own path. And that path will lead to what’s best for his family.”

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luimagines · 3 years

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Do time or the other links smoke? Or drink? Or do some kind of drugs? I mean when your out heroing you're going to get alot of traum

Something they all at least somewhat have to try and take the edg off or do they have other ways of coping? I am sorry if this sounds like an ask,i was more along the lines trying to get your speculation on the matter

Masterlist

I see what you're saying and I do think that some of them would have had bad habits in the past but yeah-

They do need some time to take the edge off and refocus themselves in the present, but how do they do that in a healthy and safe way?

Let's talk about that.

I don't think I have all the necessary tags so go forth at your own discretion.

Time

Time would have definitely had a drinking problem that would have started in his Termina days.

He's never really felt the need to drink though- he only found that it would have kept him from going crazy.

But as he got out of there and talked more to Malon (and have his supply cut off- (just because he knew where to get it in Termina doesn't mean he knows where to get it in Hyrule, (nor would they give it to him, even if he did))), I like to think that he would have had to find other ways to calm himself down and think rationally through his thoughts and desires.

It happens by accident.

He was working at Lon Lon Ranch when he needed to go chop some wood and he found the repetitive and strenuous work, soothing.

He felt good. Accomplished even.

And a little disappointed when he was finished.

But he started doing that whenever he could and it became his main way to not only blow off some steam but to also calm himself down.

It helps with his anxiety and his need to help feel useful even when nothing is really happening that would require his assistance.

Twilight

Twilight finds that manual labor actually makes his anxiety worse.

He can't really find it within himself to get lost in it because he's already programmed for that to be a part of his day to day life anyway. So his brain can still go on and on even as he gets his chores done.

Twilight finds that a secluded spot with little distraction works best.

He's never really dabbled in other ways to deal with it nor has it come to his mind.

All he knew one say was that everything was too much and that he needed to be in a different area entirely.

No people, no noise.

He likes to hang out by small creeks or by the lake and fish if he really needs an excuse to do something.

Bonus points if he can rest with one of his favorite goats nearby, but that's few and far in between.

It's less meditation and more taking in the moment and letting time slip by for a change.

No to do lists, no action, no survival, no need to be on the run.

Just breath.

Warrior

Warrior would have smoked during the war but I don’t think he’d actually tolerate it all that well. I feel like he’d be more inclined to drink away his problems but with shortages left and right, and all efforts going into the war, there just wouldn’t be enough to go around.

So he’d smoke and hate it.

But it worked in a pinch.

Afterwards, whether through Mask’s and Wind’s influence or the end of the war, he’d want to find a way to quit.

It wasn’t easy but I feel like Warrior would attempt to quit cold turkey. Just drop the habit completely and what does he do when he feels the need arise again?

It’s actually little said than done, but he paints.

It’s less with ink and paint and more so, just moving his hands and a brush around.

If he happens to have a canvas it’s better but again, not easy to come around.

So what Warrior ends up doing most of the time, is taking a brush and some homemade ink from berries and brushing it over his scars. His favorite spot is the massive burn covering his left arm left behind as a gift from the Dragon Knight.

It feels tingly and electric, static follows the brush and the muscles clench with energy from the contact but while it’s uncomfortable for a while, it’s also not entirely unpleasant and it’s soothing to watch and feel. And it grounds Warrior in the moment until he no longer feels the urge.

When the urge is gone, he still does it when he feel anxious and concerned. Late at night is typical time for him to do this, where no one would see him or his scars and judge him for it.

Sky

Sky in the beginning would have slept more than he did before.

He was already inclined to fall asleep easily before all of his trauma, but afterwards he seemed to lose motivation to continue with the idea that things would go back to normal. There was still a lot of expectation placed on his shoulders and it was frankly not something he wanted to deal with.

So he sleeps.

Now this turns into more of a problem with being able to stay awake and to stay concentrated. It’s hard for him to pay attention to anything beyond him and that won’t do, considering me still has to finish his schooling.

What Sky does more often than not to keep him tethered to the present moment is work with his hands. He’s already had the tools for wood whittling but he was never allowed to use them in class and it ends being a bigger mess sometimes than he’s willing to deal with in general.

Sky also has some small pockets of clay that he fidgets with to keep his hands moving and he can keep it under his desk so that it’s not that distracting in class.

It helps him focus and when he thinks about what he’s been through and what he plans to do next, it keeps him from getting overwhelmed.

Wild

I think Wild would have just gone silent and unmoving when he’s having a bad day.

Kind of similar to how he gets when’s trapped in a memory but for longer and he doesn’t eat or sleep. It could last days at a time. He doesn’t even move unless he’s prompted or dragged to the spot.

The lights are on but no one’s home you know.

There’s not a lot he can do when it happens. Everyone just has to wait for it to pass and hope that it passes quickly.

But Wild gets better with time to know the signs when of one of those days is coming.

It’s not much, but Wild like to hop on the back of his horse and just take off.

Feel the rushing wind on his face and through his hair. He’s a full gallop for a while until the poor horse gets tired. At that point he just goes to the nearest stable and exchanges horses to do the whole thing over again.

Sometimes, when that’s not enough, he’ll go base jumping from as high as he can get even using Revali’s Gale to get higher and free fall. Wild is pretty good at catching himself with his paraglider at the last moment and he likes to see all of Hyrule when as he reaches the ground again.

It reminds him that he’s done a lot of good, that he’s capable of doing more good and that life isn’t over just one ended.

Four

Unsurprisingly, sometimes Four gets too lost in his own for his own good.

He’s got a lot to think about and very little way to get it out.

Four would actually throw himself into his work to try and distract himself from the memories, the anxiety, and the guilt of not being enough time and time again even if he saved the day in the end.

This doesn’t help.

He gets so lost into it, in his attempt to stop thinking all together that he completely goes into autopilot and over works himself. Not in the sense that he pulls a muscle and has to take it easy or end up sore and tired and regrets it. No, no. What I mean is that he’ll keep working for days on end.

No sleep.

No food.

Little water.

No fresh air.

It ends up being a hard habit for him to break. Especially since he finds himself continuously trying to fall into a blank mindset even while he actually works to get commissions done.

So what Four has to do is find something else to do. Four more or less always has to have his hands moving, so it’s hard for him to put something down and not working on it.

He likes jigsaw puzzles, he likes to read, but he also likes to make stuff.

So in the end, when Four feel a little overwhelmed and feels himself slip into a self deprivational state, he’ll stop and goes inside his house to do a smaller project.

So he bakes, he knits, he does his puzzels. It’s enough for him to feel productive still but quick enough for him to stay present and make sure he’s still taking care of himself until the restlessness passes.

Wind

Wind doesn’t really have bad habits. He’s still young and processing his adventures.

I’m sure there’s alcohol on the pirate ship because pirates. But I don’t think he’d like it as much as some people want to write him.

Like, sure, a cup or two ain’t bad but I just can’t see Wind having a drinking problem. At least not now as everything stands.

In a few years it’s might be something he would need to be on the look out for if he’s aware enough but he was quite grasped the full implications of his position and trauma yet.

Because he’s just a kid.

He won’t know how twisted what happened to him was until he gets older and can he the age outside of his own mindset.

Wind has nightmares though and they’re ties when he gets memories that he doesn’t want to deal with at the moment- or ever again.

In the moment he thinks of his home, his grandma and his sister instead.

He thinks of his friends, both old and new.

The chain help with distracting him and he’s not above using them for the distraction when he feels that he needs one.

Wind also stretches a lot.

When he was with Warrior, he got into some of the drills they were teaching the soldiers and for some of the nimble ones, they had to start with stretches and he likes it.

So when it gets particularly bad, he throws himself through the motions and holds the poses for a bit longer than necessary.

So yoga. He does yoga.

And it centers him, it clears his head and he feels better after.

Legend

Legend screams.

Legend cries.

Legend will go on a rampage and destroy a whole forest if he’s having a particularly hard day.

Sometimes he’ll go find something big and scary just to fight it.

Blacksmithing is more a hobby for him at this point because it’s not something he can actually see himself doing in the future. It’s just to pass the time and help the day’s go by a little faster.

Legend likes to draw and when he’s tired after throwing whatever tantrum has taken over him, he’d go to a quiet spot and draw whatever he sees.

Sometimes, when he’s paying more attention to himself and he can feel himself getting frustrated and anxious, he takes a few days off.

He leaves his house and his items and goes up a mountain to think with some food, a notebook and some pencils.

He takes up map making.

Legend doesn’t think he’s any good at it, but with al the places he’s been, he tries to make a map for them by memory incase anyone he knows or will meet decides to visit.

His most carefully crafted map is of Koholint for... reasons.

It’s takes him an age and a half and he’s still not done with it, trying to get as much of it onto the paper as he can remember before he grows old and loses them entirely within his memory.

It’s a calming project he finds. He doesn’t feel sad when he does this for Marin for the people and their memory. It keeps them alive in his heart and sometimes he draws something on the map that doesn’t quite fit into his memory about the island but something tells him to keep it because it was there. Because he was only a visitor to their home.

The locals would know.

He feels good keeping them alive in some way.

It’s what she they would have wanted.

It’s what she they deserve.

She They always wanted to travel and it’s better to have a map to do so.

He takes up map making.

Hyrule

I don’t think Hyrule’s... Hyrule has a lot of these methods to go around. He wouldn’t have been exposed to drugs or alcohol simply because there’s too little people for him to interact with.

And if he was, I don’t think he’s use them as a coping mechanism simply because they would be too difficult obtain and gather to be sufficient.

I think that Hyrule would actually hang out with a Great Fairies by her pool when times got particularly rough.

There’s something about the place that resonates with him and feels calming, safe and relaxing to him.

As a bonus he’s always welcomed so he can pop in and stay for days at a time if he ever needed to.

He does not stay there for days.

But he appreciates the offer.

Hyrule doesn’t stay for more than few hours at a time because he doesn’t want to attract any monsters to his safe spots but even if the fairies don’t use any magic on him, he’s always rejuvenated afterwards and he feel like he can take on anything.

And given the world he comes from- it’s needed.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #I know this wasn't really a request either #and I did say they were clsoed #but this was already going to get long #and it's more headcanons again #so into the queue it goes #bad habits #tw alchoholism #tw anxiety #tw smoking #tw addiction #pinky replies #pinky answers

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Smoking 🍃 w/ Your Boyfriend Fred Weasley...

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader Prompt: Thought this was an interesting idea since I think we can all agree the Weasley Twins were def dealers lol

(I’m still on vacation I just had this one in my drafts so I finished it up)

Warning: mature, sexual, weed, smoking, swearing, probs more. If mentions of drugs makes you uncomfortable or you just don’t like it, don’t read this please! as implied by the title, this is literally all about what smoking with Fred Weasley would include

- Okay lets face it

- Everyone and their owls know Fred and George Weasley were the best, most trusted, ‘flower’ dealers in Hogwarts 🍃🍃

- You knew this before you started dating Fred

- It just came as a bonus after getting together

- Fred and George are almost always a little high

- They sell carts, wax, edibles and flower

- Like they’ve got it all, and the best quality

- Their edibles are only for the brave; half the time you get an out of this world high, and other times, your skin is bright pink for a week from their trick

- Lee Jordan also helps them with sales, the three of them are by far the biggest stoners in your year- probably in the whole castle

- Seeing as most Slytherins’ did lines in the bathroom and in their dorms, Fred and George hardly sold to Slytherins

- Most of the money the twins make goes towards saving for their dream joke shop

- But Fred loves to buy you gifts when he has the chance

- Like flowers, a bracelet, butterbeer, candies, books, etc.

- He adores spoiling you

- Fred never makes you pay if you wanna pick up from him

- But he usually prefers you smoke with him or him and George

- “You’re just so adorable when you’re high, sweetheart, I don’t wanna miss a thing. Plus, I’m scared you’ll tweak like a minx if you’re alone.”

- Munchies galore

- You guys will smoke late at night in their dorm with Lee

- George is the designated snack man and will sneak into the kitchen before your smoke session

- Lee shoves towels under the door and closes the vents

- You would probably be the one enchanting the room so the smell doesn’t get out, but Fred really couldn’t care if anyone smelled it

- You’ll usually smoke out the window, then trudge over to Fred’s bed and plop onto of him

- “Jeeze, I think someone took one too many hits.”

- Fred, George, and Lee will mess around, laughing loudly as they pass a blunt amongst the group

- If it’s your first few times smoking, you’d probably just sit in Fred’s lap on the ground, staring off at the floor

- Fred loves to tease you when you’re high

- “Earth to Y/n- come back to us please.”

- “Lovie, you’re eyes, they’re bloodshot as hell!”

- Lots of kisses

- You guys don’t make out too much after smoking as it’s nearly impossible for the both of you

- Dry mouth is a bitch

- Fred is vvv handsy when high

- Like he needs to be touching your skin somehow

- Whether he places you on his lap with his arms around you

- Or laying together in his bed

- Or holding hands on your walk back to the castle after smoking in the forest

- Likes to pinch your butt when you’re walking up the stairs

- He doesn’t really like when you’re high in public

- He can tell when you’re nervous and start getting fidgety, so he’ll ask you to go on a walk with him to calm you down

“Angel, let’s go to the lake, yeah? Think you could use some fresh air, love.”

- Fred will help you if you’re using a bong

- “Here, love, just breathe it in until I tell you to stop and I’ll lift the top.”

- COUGHING IN A SIN IN THEIR DORM

- Whoever coughs first is labeled as a ‘little bitch’ according to George

- Fred scolds Lee and George when they try to make fun of you for coughing

- Like will murder them with his eyes and slap ts out of George’s arm

- “Leave her alone… you know she doesn’t smoke as much as us… it’s completely normal, darling.” “Merlin’s sake, Fred. We’re just teasing her, mate. I think you could use the hit next him, maybe it’ll calm your hormones.”

- George and you will have heated life debates

- “No, George! Dinosaurs were here before people!” “That is not true, Y/n. Humans ruled the earth before those vicious stompers came roaming about. The dinosaurs- or should I say dinomurders- they killed all of humanity! They stomped on them, trapped the kids in those jeeps trying to eat them and ruined the kid’s fun and made destroyed the theme park-“ “George… that’s Jurassic Parks. It’s a fucking movie, you git.”

- Fred likes to wrap his Gryffindor tie around your head and putting his sweaters over you “Aw, you look so cute, darling. I love seeing you in my clothes but my favorite thing is seeing you with nothing on at all.” “Fred! You can’t say that in front of George and Lee-“ “Oh believe me, Y/n. We sleep only feet away from you two- we’ve heard a lot worse. A lot worse.”

- You guys will just lay around laughing for most of the night

- You favorite times were when Fred and George would start talking about their childhood and sharing hilarious stories

- George likes to mess with Fred when he’s high

- For example

- He’ll throw his arm around you and lazily lean into your side

- Fred would watch closely from only a few feet away

- George would then whisper into your ear, causing giggles to erupt from your chest

- Which makes Fred jerk in annoyance

- The weed didn’t help control his jealous- it magnified it if anything

- Typically, he wouldn’t care since he knew George and you were extremely close friends

- But Fred always got a little more… horny and possessive when the weed hit his bloodstream

- Fred would pout until you noticed him and would comfort him

- “Freddie, what’s wrong, bubba? You look so sad, aww.”

- His jealously would diminish the second you moved away from George to his side

- He loves when you hold his hand

- Your favorite thing to do when high is play with his red, vibrant hair or when he would stroke and pet yours

- Fred likes to attempt a braid in your hair

- But he just ends up twisting two strands of hair in a coil then wrapped your black hair tie at the end

- The gleeful, proud look on his face afterwards melted your heart so much you couldn’t tell him he failed miserably at a braid

- You guys will place bets on who will slump first

- It’s usually you or George

- Fred and Lee will stay up until morning talking about life, school, quidditch, life goals, and anything else

- Nights that you did get high with Fred in his dorm, he’d always insist that you sleep in his bed

- He didn’t like taking the risk of you walking alone to your dorm room and risk getting caught

- The last thing he wanted was you in trouble when he could’ve prevented it

- You guys like to sneak into the kitchen after hours and make edibles together

- Preferably marshmallow bar edibles or cookies

- You liked to bring things with you for your smoke sessions with the twins

- Like coloring books

- A blanket, since Fred only sleeps with two which just seems criminal

- A water bottle !!! this is a must

- And some vanilla cherry Chapstick, Fred’s favorite

- Fred’s favorite spot to smoke in along the Black Lake at night

- Coming here with Fred will usually end with the both of you swimming in the lake

- Whether it’s because he pushed you, you pushed him, or it was decided in the moment mutually that midnight was the perfect time for a swim

- You liked smoking out by the lake as it was relaxing and fun with Fred

- But you much preferred his dorm- it was the safest option by far

- Fred loves getting high alone with you

- Typically in his room as your roommates didn’t want people constantly in and out of the room as where Fred, George, and Lee were used to it

- They made a handful of sales from their dorm room

- Like a sinful amount

- It was by far the easiest way

- Fred would light some candles before you arrived

- A variety of sweets and snacks were sprawled against his bed

- And warm fuzzy socks laid out for you

- He’d pack the bowl, then open the window

- A blanket was thrown across the ledge so you could sit more comfortably

- “What a gentleman!”

- After smoking, Fred would carry you back to his bed

- Most nights, you guys would just cuddle and whisper to each other

- Fred never misses an opportunity to kiss you

- On your lips

- Forehead

- Cheek

- Nose

- Neck (which will usually lead to something else with this boy)

- Anywhere

- Continuously giggling all night

- Fred and you share your high thoughts

- “But, just hear me out here. Is there another word for synonym?”

- “Babe, who do you think came up with the alphabet? And how the fuck did they put the alphabet shit in alphabetical order.” “Darling, I am way too baked to even remember what fucking goes in an alphabet.”

- High sex

- Fred makes you feel so comfortable

- Compliments you profusely

- Lot of laughing

- He lovesssss going down on you when you’re both baked

- Cause you make the cutest little noises, euphoria taking over your sense

- He can stay down there for hours just basking in your sweet moans

- Favorite is missionary so he can see every reaction gracing your face

- Is only brave enough to try new sex adventures when he’s either high or drunk

- Discovers that you both very much so enjoy his hand wrapped around your neck as he thrusts into you

- And when you get on top

- His touchy side comes out the most in these moments

- Sloppy sex

- But still vvvv fulfilling and pleasurable

- He’ll whisper in your ear as his pace quickens

- “You look so beautiful, sweetheart. So pure but so dirty just for me.”

- “Merlin, you’re bloody breathtaking with my fingers in your mouth, angel.”

- “Freddie, you feel so good.”

- You both finish within a matter of minutes, never lasting long when in this state

- “…That was the best sex I’ve ever had, ever.” “Fred, lovie, you say that every time we have sex.”

“Cause it just keeps getting better and better!”

- Cuddling for the rest of the night

- Always making sure you’re dressed before George or Lee turn in for the night

- Fred would fall asleep first when it was just the two of you

- He talks in his sleep, nearly every hour he’d mutter something

- In an odd way, you found it comforting

- Especially when it’s your name he’s mumbling

- Falling asleep in Fred’s arms

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What is the boys go to method of persuasion (read: manipulation) and how would someone persuade them in turn?

This request took wayyyy too many of my brain cells, thanks fish, you’ve killed me

Batboys Method of Persuasion

word count: 1390~

warnings: none

I’ve been wanting to write angst for a few days now and I am so close to diving into Nightmare and never coming back until the whole series is written.

Dick Grayson

Dick uses social influence consciously and subconsciously all the time

Social influence is how we are all wired to believe that if the people we admire are doing something, then that behavior is normal and we should act that way as well

He uses this to his advantage whenever he leads the titans or any of his siblings

A role model of sorts

Dick acts like the perfect vigilante and people subconsciously follow

It started with Jason when he was first learning about Robin, then with Tim, and eventually with Damian

Going out to patrol with Jason and being very careful about what he’s doing in front of him in the off chance that he picks up the habits Dick has

Knowing Tim watches him so closely so Dick might as well take advantage of it to keep his brother safe with protective patrol actions

Seeing Damians adoration for Dick and genuinely trusting what his older brother says, so why not slowly show Damian how to assimilate into the family through his actions

Theres plenty of different ways this affects Dick however

The constant pressure of needing to be perfect and make the right choices

The feeling of everyone and no-one watching him at all times

And even people pleasing tendencies, because what else is left of his self-importance without admiration?

Which is exactly why the easiest way to persuade Dick into doing something, is making sure he likes and trusts you

He couldn't care less about what strangers think of him, but those close to him? Those inside his circle of influence? Dick wants them to love him

Thats exactly why he tries to keep the family together; exactly why he takes every argument with his siblings to heart

The Liking Principle: we are more likely to comply with requests made by people we like

Ask Dick to do something and he will cross a valley for you not only because he loves you, but because he feels like he has to go through with it to make sure you still love him.

Jason Todd

Jason loves to use reciprocity

He exploits it every chance he can when he’s the Red Hood, how else would he have gotten so powerful?

Reciprocity is how we feel obligated to give back to others what we receive from them, especially if there was no cost to begin with

Jason spared plenty of criminals as Hood to use them for deals or favors later, always bringing up the fact that he could've killed them and could kill them now

He’s not afraid to say to those criminals, “Remember when I did this for you? Yea, I want compensation now.”

He doesn't use it much to his family aside from the typical sibling drama of Jason driving to get Tim food and then bringing it up again to get a few pop tarts during patrol

The more the time passes though, the less he can use reciprocity since it'll lose its draw

So he tends to use it within a few days or weeks

Jason keeps tabs, especially when it comes to crime lords or mob bosses

With his family he kinda just remembers? He’ll see a cookie and automatically remember that Dick owes him a pint of ice cream

But reciprocity works both ways

Jason knows this, so if anyone is smart and cunning enough to see through his manipulation and do it back? He’ll comply

The best way to do this is through consistency and commitment

Make Jason commit to his morals or word by bringing up statements he’s made in the past

His word means a lot to him so twisting it or holding him to it will definitely make him cave

Especially if his word was public and other people were there as witness

But be sure to reward him and reciprocate so that he keeps doing it ;)

Tim Drake

Tim’s method of persuasion is so meticulous

Anchoring: the tendency to rely heavily on the information presented first when making a decision

He mostly uses this at work because it works better with numbers

Having a point value presented for the company so he can appease the snarky board of directors

Twisting and manipulating how the stock market values look by prefacing inflation or previous values from months past

Or maybe shifting employee percentages around to make it seem more successful than it really is, not by a lot but enough that Tim can get them off his back

It’s not lying, he’s just presenting the information a different way that makes it seem more pleasant for his side

Since Tim is well aware that information can be tweaked or presented in a bias manner, persuading him can be a bit tricky considering he’d much rather do his own research

The Ellsberg Paradox, a wonderful experiment that showed people tend to lean towards things they know about rather than take a chance on unknown factors

Like the true introvert he is, Tim needs to know every detail before he makes a decision on something instead of going in blind and regretting it

Want to persuade him into going to a party? He needs to know exactly who's going, what to wear, what’s being served, what’s the earliest time he can leave—the list goes on

Trying to persuade him into doing something risky? Give him the details and he’d have no choice but to sigh and go through with it

Damian Wayne

Damian and the hot-hand fallacy

When someone experiences a success, they’re more likely to continue that streak

He uses this to his advantage when it comes to Robin

Showing his father that he is self-sufficient because Damian busted this ring by himself and took down this villain too

Setting down a steady foundation of success to persuade more privilege and independence with the cape on

It’s a way to prove he belongs as well as keep the line of success for Robin going, purifying the colors so to speak

Dami also uses it on his siblings, especially when Dick took Batman’s role

Taking a weak, low point and showcasing the success that was brought to the mantle through him rather than previous Robins

It’s his confidence, his drive, the passion to maintain success lest he break that streak and tarnish his name

He's also used it to present new tactics or weaponry to the family, stating the success rate or how it has been used in the family before

However, with the inflated importance of Robin’s role, it doesn't take much to persuade Damian back into line

That’s where his weakness of persuasion comes in, The Authority Bias

Authority figures are perceived to be correct and have a stronger influence on others because of this

Damian not only grew up being forced to respect Ra’s and Thalia, but its so deep rooted in him that it is very rare for him to speak out against someone of higher authority than him

Hence why he respects Dick so much as Batman, or even Bruce because he is Damians biological father

So the easiest way to persuade Damian into doing something is to assert authority or dominance over him

There has to be merit behind it however, or he will call your bluff and not take you seriously

Bonus

All of the batboys share one method of persuasion that can also work on them: Mimicry

Its natural for us to respond more positively to people who act, look, or sound similar to us

This comes in handy with survivors on patrol, each of the boys mimicking body language or softening their voices to appear less threatening

In Jason’s case, he likes to appear more human by taking off his helmet so his voice doesn't sound as intimidating, it sounds similar and soft

For Tim, he sometimes takes off his cape to seem less like a super hero and more like an ordinary guy, especially for younger kids

In general though, it’s an unspoken bond between them all that they can tell exactly who each brother likes just by watching mimicking body language or adaptation of speech—very easy to tease each other about it

And of course, mimicry works on each of them as well

Makes them all—in their own way—feel less outcasted

Taglist ♡

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onceupon · 3 years

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London Boy - Part 2: Let the Game begin

summary: You had always thought you knew exactly what kind of boys Rafe Cameron and Topper Thornton were - but did you actually?

pairing: Rafe x reader (slowburn)

warnings: swearing

word count: 2.5k

a/n: no one is asking for this but here it is anyways lmao enjoy (not canon Rafe)

You make it back to your room and take a deep breath. Boys. You were living with boys. Not just any boys - Rafe Cameron and Topper Thornton. Whatever, you thought, shaking yourself back to reality. It didn’t matter anyways. You weren’t about to let them get in the way of having the time of your life these next few months and you definitely weren’t going to let them keep your mind tied to OBX. That was a tie you desperately wanted to cut. Besides, if you knew Rafe and Topper like you thought you did, they’d be too caught up with playing both the field and the girls of Westheath before you knew it, effectively keeping them occupied and out of your way.

You decided to go about your day as you usually would. Your Have a Great Day playlist was queued up and playing as you slipped on your favorite jeans and top. You let yourself get absentmindedly lost in your actions as you did your hair and makeup - enough to make you feel put together and regain some control after the way this morning had left you feeling vulnerable. Looking good made you feel good - and if anyone else thought you looked good too, then hey, that was just an added bonus.

You hadn’t noticed how lost in the process of getting ready you had gotten until you looked down at your phone and saw that an hour had flown by. You were half way down the hall to the kitchen when the door of your flat flew open, bringing you face to face with two new people for the second time that day.

“Oh my gosh hiiii!” a girl turned to you, pausing her laughter from the conversation she was having with the girl next to her. “I’m Olivia! It’s so nice to meet you!!” the bubbly girl exclaimed, immediately embracing you in a hug. The other girl laughed at her friend’s excitement and forwardness which had clearly startled you.

“I’m Millie - you must be one of our flatmates,” the other girl smiled, introducing herself to you as well.

“Hi, I’m Y/n,” you smiled softly.

“Oh my gosh Mills! I knew it! I told you we’d get roomed with the Americans! Ugh this is so exciting, there’s so much I need to know I don’t even know where to start!” Olivia squealed with a little hop.

“Alright don’t scare the poor girl, she’s gonna think they’ve stuck her with a couple of psychos,” laughed Millie, pulling her friend’s arm to lead her down the hall. “Come on Liv let’s let y/n breathe for a second while we go put our bags down,” she said, giving you an apologetic smile.

You laughed and continued on to the kitchen to get some water as you had originally set out to do. You were honestly relieved. Thank god your other two roommates were girls who weren’t remotely associated with OBX. You didn’t even mind their intensity, it was endearing really, and you’d take a couple of loud but genuine girls who seemed like they were a bunch of fun to hang out with over the bitchiness and cattiness you were used to with the girls back home at Kildare.

“Alright Y/n, I forgot sheets and Mills didn’t bring a towel so we’re going to Primark and you’re coming with. I want to hear all the American gossip,” Olivia reappeared and then slipped back down the hallway with a wink. You laughed and went to go grab your bag, just then realizing Rafe and Topper were no longer at the flat. You wondered where they had gone, not hearing them slip out over the music you were playing earlier. Not that you cared, it was a relief to have them out of sight and out of mind for now.

—

“Hmm Rafe Cameron and Topper Thornton, does sound rather posh,” mused Millie as you had begun providing some intel to your friends on the two flatmates they had yet to meet.

“Two American ladies men, sign me up!” cackled Olivia.

“Hey watch yourself missy, you’re taken,” Millie scolded.

You had only known these girls for maybe an hour and somehow you had been comfortable enough with them to open up about your entire life’s backstory as you walked with them through the home section of Primark. It felt like they had been your friends for years, the three of you gelling together effortlessly.

“Oo you have a boyfriend?” you asked as your eyes scanned over the shelf of fluffy blankets in front of you. You simply couldn’t leave without the light grey one, daydreaming about how cozy napping with it would be.

“I do. His name is Jake,” Olivia beamed, “he’s kind of an idiot, but I love him.”

“And he’s got a whole squad of idiot friends too, but you’ll see for yourself,” Millie laughed.

“Oh shit that reminds me! I invited them all over to pregame tonight before freshers,” chimed Olivia.

“What’s freshers?” you asked, raising your brows in confusion.

Millie and Olivia shared a quick laugh at how clueless you were to everything in their world.

“So freshers is like this huge club event at the beginning of the school year. It’s really meant for uni freshers but since half of us are 18 and we can easily sneak in the other half it’s kind of tradition for Westheath kids to go their last year. Me and Mills went last year too though, one of the guys we knew the year above us was cousins with the bouncer,” Olivia grinned proudly. “But literally everyone is going and that means you’re coming too and- oh shit I’m such a bloody idiot aren’t I! I’m sorry Y/n I literally didn’t think at all to ask anyone from our flat if it was okay to host a pregame,” she bit her thumb with guilt-ridden eyes.

“Looks like you and your idiot boyfriend are actually a match made in heaven,” joked Millie as Olivia gave her the finger, trying to suppress the smile tugging at her lips.

“Oh no that’s totally fine! I’ve had like barely any human interaction these last few days and it’ll be nice to meet some more people from Westheath. It’ll be fun,” you reassured Olivia with a genuine smile. “I just uh- I’ve never been clubbing. Like what do I even wear, I don’t think I brought anything like that. And I’m not 18 for another month, would I even get in?”

“Well it’s a good thing we’re here isn’t it!” exclaimed Olivia, grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you to the clothes section. “Mills this would be PERFECT don’t you think,” she said as she held up a sheer black top in front of you.

“Oh my gosh yes. With a black bra underneath and mini skirt,” Millie grinned, nodding in excitement with Olivia.

“Guys I don’t know if I can wear this. Like I don’t think I can pull this off,” you said meekly.

“Oh my god shut up this would look so good on you. Your body is killer and you can 1000% pull this off,” Olivia insisted, shoving the garment toward you. “And we’ll get you in the club no problem,” she added firmly, shutting down any possibility of you talking your way out of tonight.

“Wait shit do you think Rafe and Topper will be cool with the pregame? We haven’t even properly met them yet and I’ve already invited a bunch of strangers to our place,” groaned Olivia as the three of you headed toward the register.

“Trust me, if there’s two things those boys definitely don’t mind it’s a party and a reason to drink,” you laughed.

—-

As the three of you unlocked the door to your flat you could hear Rafe and Topper’s voices from the kitchen. Ugh, back already.

“Hellooo boys,” called Olivia with zero hesitation, walking straight into the kitchen. “Name’s Olivia, pleasure to meet you,” she smiled extending her hand.

“Pleasure is all ours,” Rafe smiled back. It took every ounce of your will power not to roll your eyes at his smugness.

“Indeed it is,” grinned Topper giving her a hand shake. “And you are,” Topper immediately drew his attention to Millie entering the kitchen right behind Olivia. You didn’t miss how his eyes ran her up and down.

“Millie, your fifth and final roommate,” she smirked, not having missed his wandering eyes either.

“So listen boys,” Olivia clapped her hands together, drawing everyone’s attention. “I may have invited my boyfriend and some of our friends over to pregame tonight before we all go out to the club. You guys are obviously welcome to join but if you’re not cool with us having people over just say the word and-“

“Done deal. What time should we be ready?” Topper cut her off

“9. See you then,” she grinned from ear to ear sauntering off to her room.

“Alright I need to go unpack, but it was lovely to meet you boys, see you soon,” Millie smiled, eyes locking with Topper’s for a second too long before she too slipped away. You wanted nothing more than to escape to your room as well but you were starving, and since you were now living with Rafe and Topper you’d have to learn to go about your life around your new home despite their presence. You sighed as you made your way to the fridge, trying to decide what you were gonna scrap together for dinner.

“So how long have you been here already?” asked Rafe, grabbing some Pringles and taking a seat at the table, Topper already spreading out comfortably on the couch.

“Uh, few days,” you replied, not bothering to turn around.

“See anything cool yet,” Topper chimed in as he scrolled on his phone. The way they were asking you questions was oddly normal. You were trying hard to detect any hint of cockiness in their voice but you couldn’t find any. You weren’t ready to let your guard down fully, not entirely trusting the pair, but you decided to soften a bit and give them a chance.

“Yeah actually, I walked around Hyde Park the other day and the day before I watched the sunset from Millennium Bridge. It was beautiful,” you replied, finally turning toward the boys, a jar of pasta sauce in hand.

“Crazy being in a city like this huh. Definitely not the Outer Banks,” Rafe chuckled lightly, gaze settling on the window.

“Definitely not the Outer Banks,” you smiled.

—-

“What do you mean you haven’t watched Friends!?” you let out an exasperated cry as you twirled more spaghetti on your fork.

“It’s stupid,” said Topper, making a face.

“It’s a classic,” you retorted.

“No. The Office though. Now that’s a classic.”

“Should’ve know you were an Office guy,” you shook your head, Rafe laughing from his seat across from you.

“Listen, I can’t help you if you don’t know how to appreciate true comedy,” Topper shrugged.

“Yeah okay,” you rolled your eyes, turning now to face the dirty blonde seated across from you, absent mindedly shuffling a deck of cards for no reason, the golden ring on his finer catching your eye as his hands moved in a repetitive motion. “And what about you Mr. Dealer,” you asked Rafe, eyes motioning to the cards in his hand before going back up to meet his gaze. Rafe knew how to keep good eye contact with a person, confident yet not overpowering, and as the evening progressed and you become more comfortable you welcomed the challenge of his piercing blue eyes.

“I’m more of a How I Met Your Mother guy,” he answered nonchalantly.

“Huh, I wouldn’t’ve pegged you as that.”

“And what would you have pegged me as, Y/n,” he asked, still holding your gaze to which you just shrugged playfully, letting him wonder.

“Okay, forget about comedies. Game of Thrones. Hands down best thing I’ve ever watched,” Topper stated, throwing his palms down on the table.

“I mean I do hear good things, but I don’t know, seems kind of intense,” you said before shoving another forkful of spaghetti in your mouth.

“No no no Y/n you literally don’t know what you’re missing out on, it’s pure genius,” Topper continued passionately.

Rafe gave you a knowing glance as you two made eye contact again, trying not to laugh, “He’s been on my ass for years to watch it.”

“And now you have no excuse! It’s senior man, classes will be light work, just give it a chance,” Topper pleaded.

“You know what Topper, just because you’re practically jumping out of your seat right now, I’ll check it out just for you,” you laughed as Toppers face pulled into a wide grin.

“Good enough for me,” he said victoriously.

“Lemme one up that Topps, I’ll also give it a chance, so it better be worth it,” Rafe added, Topper’s eyes growing wide in simultaneous glee and disbelief. Topper quickly got up from his seat, puffing his chest, “woooo! Winter is coming to London baby!” he exclaimed, pumping his fist before heading down the hall to his room.

Two hours had passed by with you hanging out in the kitchen with Rafe and Topper, and to your surprise… you were actually enjoying yourself. You guys had talked about the things you wanted to do in London, the music you all listened to, favorite movies, and tv shows of course. You almost didn’t know how to process it. How could two guys who seemed like such kook douchebags actually be - cool? You had always regarded the two at face value, but perhaps there was more to these boys than what meets the eye.

“Oh god how is it already 8, I’m so behind,” you groaned, getting up to wash your dishes.

“Once Topper is full speed ahead, there’s no stopping that man,” Rafe laughed.

“Hey,” you turned your head around from the sink, soapy dish in hand. “I was actually serious about giving Game of Thrones a try. Damn Topper if he didn’t make me curious now,” you laughed, “but I was thinking, if you’re actually gonna watch too, that we should time it so we both watch on the same days. Because then if we’re on the same schedule, whenever we see each other in the kitchen or something we can discuss and we’ll be on the same episodes so no spoilers.”

“So you mean we’d both watch on our own but at the same time?” Rafe asked.

“Yeah,” you replied, as if it was obvious. That’s what you literally just described.

“Well if we’re gonna watch it at the same time, we might as well just watch it together Y/n,” he calmly stated, walking right up next to you to put his Pringles away.

“Uh yeah I mean that works too,” you replied, looking up at the boy now next to you, getting slightly flustered by his presence once again. His blue eyes were piercing right through you, and this time it was a losing a battle.

“Cool,” he smiled, turning around and walking out of the kitchen to his room. You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding in, the water still running in front of you as you stood their holding the sponge like an idiot. What the fuck just happened?

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Part 3

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obeymeluv · 4 years

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Cute + Awkward Headcanons (SFW/NSFW)

Trying to turn a bad day around, so I thought of these

Lucifer

Sometimes you can’t tell if he’s giving you bedroom eyes or if he’s actually angry. Lucifer has spent THOUSANDS of years glaring at his brothers and doesn’t know if he’s just staring or glaring

I think he’s super out of practice with romance so he’s hella awkward but when he gets that first positive sign that you’re into him, the charm and pride wakes up and suddenly he’s smooth AF

Flirts so formally he misses his shot 8/10 times

Has a habit of trying to police you like one of his brothers and it’s a knee-jerk, 1000+ year reaction to looking after 6 man-children of various difficulties. Always owns up and apologizes

Has accidentally almost made you pass out from kissing too long. Forgets you don’t have the same lung capacity

BRUISES YOU TO HELL! FORGETS SO MUCH! FEELS SO BAD!

That’s why he has the gloves, to soften his grip because he was one of the strongest in the Celestial Realm and that translates to power in the Devildom

Only complains to you about his back pain from long nights burning the candle at both ends. You find it cute and sad at the same time

Is probably physically very heavy given his stature and the weight of his wings, so if he falls asleep on you, you’re trapped

Rare midnight snack dates when he MUST finish papers by the deadline.

You may or may not have had a Demonus date in his study when a particularly bad batch of paperwork was finally done

You’ve probably cracked at least one (1) antique wood chair

Quickly learned he CANNOT spank you because that shit seriously bruised your ass. You either need a strengthening charm or he has to re-learn how to use his strength around people

That caused one awkward visit to the infirmary because you didn’t know if you were just sore, pinched, dislocated, or cracked. Turns out you were fine. There was no mistaking that hand print, though

It was the second time he’d apologized so profusely in his life. There was no pride left in this man.

You had a special cushion to ease the pain and it looked top of the line (hella fancy. Could probably resell it as fake Gucci in the human world.)

Lucifer gives me big dom vibes and orgasm denial/over-stimulation kink because of his pride basically demanding you beg for him. You passed out at least once from over-stimulation.

When you first start dating he wouldn’t want to own up to any awkward boners so if you sit in his lap while he’s taking a paper break, he’ll make every excuse under the sun (”That’s my belt,”, etc.)

Mammon

This boy is nothing but awkward moments, are you kidding me?

It’s a lot of ‘open mouth, insert foot’ because he can’t be upfront with his feelings. It’s partly not wanting to lose any ‘cred’ he has with people, but also because he’s embarrassed and can’t be honest

There’s lots of tracking you down to sort out things you might have overheard (that he didn’t honestly mean if they sounded bad)

Super sentimental about anything to do with you. You once kissed a piece of Grimm as a good luck charm for his exam and he’d kill someone over it. Always has it on him.

This lovable doofus just assumes you’re dating because you’re always together and you’re perfect and he’s your best man so who’s better?!

When you actually ask him out (with something silly, like ‘I think us dating would be pretty cash money’), he’s so confused. (”But we’ve been dating for, like, a month! Right, human?!”)

He talks big but he’s weak. You’ll always be able to fluster him

Wanted to make love to you on some Grimm and quickly realized that it’s uncomfortable. Porn lied to him and the idea’s ruined. You guys cut the session short to find every piece of Grimm so you can actually lay in the bed

Tends to plunk his head down on your chest and demand scratches/cuddles and has bruised you several times.

Accidentally fought you once or twice for his glasses while half asleep. Levi, Asmo, and Satan used to take them and hide from him

You learned he’s actually hella blind (contacts with non-prescription sunglasses or prescription yellow glasses) and have walked him around the House of Lamentation several times when his glasses went missing

He’ll complain about his brothers having it out for him and getting back at him, but it turns out they just wanted to make an excuse for you guys to hold hands. It’s like a date!

Made you hit your head on the headboard once when he was doing missionary style. Had to stop and check on you, then it got awkward. He cuddled and kissed you the whole time, though. Even got you an ice pack!

The type to flirt with you, try to lean on something, and take himself out on the way down

You’ve had a few of those cliche ‘trip and fell on each other’ moments

Has accidentally swung you into doors and walls trying to scoop you up and run/march out of a room

Levi

This boy is also super awkward

When you’re alone, he’s an absolute sucker for any kind of affection you can give. This boy will literally slither across the floor to make himself comfortable in your lap so he can game.

Pet his hair. He loves that.

Will also have to re-train himself on how to be with you in public. With him, it’s not making fun of a ‘normie’ as much.

Not big on PDA but will definitely hold your hand. How ELSE are people going to know you’re together?!

You get cute matching shirts or jewelry with the ‘Player 1, Player 2′ theme

Does a lot more snake-like things with his tongue. Especially when frustrated. Rub his jaw and chin to see it come out a little bit. It’s like a happy floppy dog tongue, just not as long or wide.

Craves a soft, warm thing to sleep on. You will be his new bed.

The first time you had sex, he broke out his demon form because he looked at you and loved you. He knew he’d get jealous if anyone ever saw you.

Was a little clumsy but determined. Sank in and started going at it, but wanted to look down and watch. He got his horns stuck in your hair and had to stop.

Is #1 fan when you’re naked. (”Ugh. Smother me.”) Boy can’t stand it. He needs it.

Tries to dress a little nicer (even if it’s casual) when you guys go out on dates.

You pack little snack bags when he stands in line for midnight releases and GODDAMN he’s gonna marry you?!

If you’re napping together and someone comes to wake him up or needs you, he just glares at them from underneath you, tail swishing threateningly. No one takes his human, okay?!

He has over-the-ear headphones but I bet he carries earbuds and has probably done that ‘share an earbud’ thing to hold you close and listen to music

Do you need to get up while he’s still sleeping? Untangle yourself and tuck your pillow in his arms. He’ll be fine. Bonus: you get to see the snuggling in action.

Between all the anime and centuries in the Devildom, he’s gotten used to using tails as another way of expression. They act subconsciously based on what the demon’s thinking. He’s surprised both of you several times by accidentally wrapping you up in his tail because he doesn’t want you to leave.

When he gets visibly uncomfortable in social situations, slip him something with your scent on it. It’s comforting. If you make up an excuse to get him out of there (he’s your escort and all), he’s over the moon.

Satan

Had more awkward moments than he’s willing to admit, but he’s more open about them than Lucifer. Basically, if someone guesses it happened, he won’t deny it.

BOY HAS A BOWTIE KINK. PLAY WITH HIS. STEAL ONE AND WEAR IT!

Has probably tripped over books walking you through his room or rushing to answer the door (not that you’d know how happy it makes him).

There’s a 50-50 chance that he’ll steal a glance and act like he didn’t, hiding behind an upside down book or something

Has definitely dropped books on his head after charming them down from the shelf. Your voice just sucks all his concentration up. You get bonus points for checking on him because some of those books are HELLA HEAVY

Say the right thing during a quiet tea session and you might hear him choke

Has probably been outed by one of his friends. Satan always seems to make friends without trying and gets invited to tons of stuff. What didn’t seem like a date turns out to DEFINITELY be a date (according to the friend).

Plan some silly treasure hunt/detective date and this guy is yours for life (especially if you’re the prize at the end).

Isn’t the most upfront about the disdain for his demon form, or how he feels weird about not being a true angel (just an extension of Lucifer), so expect a lot of raw, near-tears conversations in his demon form.

Hold him, run your fingers along the inside of his wings and the tips of his horns and Satan hugs you like there’s no tomorrow. He’ll cry, but he doesn’t regret these tears because they’re healing.

Weak for hand kisses. Smooch them hands.

Not super into PDA, but he’ll do other things to show he cares like carry your books and make sure you know what the weather’s like before you leave

Satan still hasn’t lived down the time Lucifer and the others broke down his door because they smelled blood and thought he’d hurt you. Turns out you guys were having sex and he just bit too hard.

Wouldn’t talk to any of them for a week. He swept you up on an impromptu hotel vacation and you continued to avoid everyone by shopping and eating at cafes.

The type to hold your panties hostage or like a trophy. Gives them back eventually, and enjoys watching Mammon almost have an aneurysm as he tries to figure out why his room smells so strongly of you.

Tea dates, cat cafe dates, and plenty of couple pictures with cat filters. Satan’s Devilgram activity goes up substantially when he’s dating.

You’re not his lock screen, but you’re his background.

Asmo

When you two start dating Asmo is literally the happiest demon in all of Devildom. Yeah he’s smug and cute like ‘how could they NOT fall for beautiful me?’ but boy is literally so stoked. All of that babble’s just a cover for how sickeningly happy he is

Thinks the world of you.

Wants to spend all his free time with you, be it napping and cuddling, shopping, getting pampered, or just doing your nails.

Now that he has that real, true love he doesn’t want to be without you.

You trend on Devilgram at least once

SO MANY PICTURES

Took you shopping for perfumes and has the tester strip you used to pick your perfume taped to his vanity. Then he can smell it whenever he likes!

Gives you a small thing of his cologne for when you get lonely or want to smell like him

Boy is super, super extra. Probably has matching shirts that say he’s yours and you’re his.

The type to get couple’s pillows, cups, and pajamas. You also get couple’s massages.

If you wear lipstick, he’s definitely made you a custom one at some exclusive-invite Devilgram event. He put your initials on the base of the tube and thinks it’s the cutest damn thing. His pride and joy--it’s basically a child.

There’s no shame in the bedroom with this one. I really doubt he’d have awkward moments because he has a lot of experience and has run into a lot of things that he’s handled one way or another. It’s gentle coaching and some sweet teasing.

The most embarrassing thing he’s ever done is probably moaned/whined at the wrong time. Or said something semi-naughty at a bad time. He’s not easily shamed so that doesn’t really matter, either.

He melts at the gentlest touches and will be SO dramatic about it, like half fainted into his bed.

Is easily hypnotized by jewelry. He’ll massage your ears if you have earrings in, cooing over them and wanting to look at them. If he’s laying on you and you’re wearing a necklace, he plays with it the whole time.

Beel

Smart but distractable. Beel’s love language revolves around protection and food so pack him a lunch for practice or bring him something from a town date with one of the bros and he’s super excited

He means well but forgets his own strength so there’s a lot that can go wrong in the bedroom

Has probably broken his bed several times

Had sex on the kitchen counter and the bros only found out because one of them was setting up dinner prep and one of the legs just gave out

Big, snuggly bear. Best hugs.

Hardest to wake up because he tends to sleep well and easily. It’s a side effect of being connected to Belphie. Will hug you to him and keep snoring. You have to get someone else to wake him up because he’ll just snuggle you the more you move around and talk

I headcanon that Beel does a tongue thing like Levi, mostly because his cardinal sin is gluttony and that helps get the food in his mouth faster. It’s not as slender or serpentine as Levi’s, but it definitely moves.

Has licked you in his sleep as an affectionate thing.

Loves to snuggle into your hair when he sleeps.

Bite mark king. He’s so affectionate and earnest when he makes love that he just ends up leaving all kinds of signs on you--mostly bite marks but when he’s conscious of leaving too many, they turn into hand prints.

Makes the purr sound when he’s inside of you. Purrs very easily.

Most of his awkward moments come from being oblivious. He’s the kind of guy you have to out-and-out tell you’re flirting with him, that you like him and want to date him.

Beel’s also very shy with flirting. He thinks you’ll just understand that he’s flirting when he shares food or wants to hug, or just anything. It can be missed because he’s generally chill and friendly.

Was royally embarrassed by Asmo (on accident) when he didn’t eat as much at dinner one night and you were ‘too tired’ to come down. Beel went to carry your food up and Asmo somehow found out he’d eaten you out right before. He was filled up on the human energy and you couldn’t walk to come down.

If you ride his face, grab his horns to hold on. It does something for him and his hands go crazy and he really eats.

Scratch his back and he’ll be your forever heater.

His PDA is carrying you because why not? It’s a workout AND you’re close. It makes him give that big, nice smile.

Belphie

The biggest issue is that he falls asleep on you all the time. He doesn’t mean to but he’s TIRED, okay?

Has a name for the cow pillow. Calls it ‘my moo.’ You are one of seven people that know that. Apparently it’s been a thing since he was little.

Has accidentally called you ‘my moo’ when he’s sleep delirious. It means you’re highly thought of. Beel used to be his moo, too, and now he’s been replaced.

This sloth will smother you. He’s like a koala that demands total contact to sleep

Gives you back rubs and massages. Sometimes he stays awake through them, sometimes you get sleepy and that makes him sleepy so he ends up falling asleep on your back.

Not big on PDA, but his version of caring for you is making sure you’re not bothered by annoying people. Wants you to sit with him at lunch though, and he’ll sulk if you don’t.

His favorite kind of dates are where you stockpile food and drink in the room and just feed each other while lounging in cozy blankets

If you make him any kind of pillow or blanket for a birthday, it’s at the top of his collection. Everyone will see it when they walk into his room.

You’ll plan dates in the star room where he just holds you and points out constellations until you fall asleep. Knows a lot of the mythology/stories behind them and shares that.

No matter the size, Belphie likes to cuddle between your boobs. He says it’s for your heartbeat and that they’re comfy like pillows. His tail wags like crazy when he does this.

Also big on physical contact due to his time in the attic. You just have to be alone.

Brush and play with his hair. That’s what he likes most.

Just hold this boy, okay? He needs it.

If you guys are trying to nap and the other brothers are being noisy, he’ll do the demon scream thing to tell them to shut the hell up. He’s an absolute angel to you though. You’re tired too, he knows.

If you get a little purple streak or something in your hair, he’s smitten.

Get him a kanigiri and the boy is super stoked. He’ll wear it all around the House of Lamentation. Bonus points if it has a hoodie or something he can throw up to annoy Lucifer.

Might get you a little stuffed cow toy so you have something to hug if you have to go away or can’t be with him.

The type to be restless if he can’t sleep with you. Will come to your room in the dead of night and ask to snuggle. It’s the only time he’s nice about it (and vulnerable), so say yes.

You get to be a human body pillow. He loves it very much.

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popopretty · 2 years

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The Day I Picked Up Dazai - Side A (4)

This part is a mix of translations and summaries. Direct translation will be indented and italicized. With this, I have covered the first 43 pages of Side A.

This is from Side A of the Dazai novel which was given out as free bonus for those who come to the cinema to watch the BEAST live action movie in Japan.

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There is a knock at Oda’s door. That is the cops from the nearby station who come to ask him a few things because someone reported seeing a bloody man collapsing around there. Dazai signals Oda to keep silent.

Oda starts thinking about what he should do.

If he opens the door and tells the cops he knows nothing, they will just leave and that’s it. But he has another worry.

If Dazai has committed a crime (which he most certainly has), I will later be charged with harboring a criminal. Depending on the outcome, I might even be tried as an accomplice. If that happens, I will enjoy the rest of my life in a state-run accommodation with three meals a day.

The second option is to tell the cops about Dazai. In that case, Dazai will definitely be arrested (because everything about him is suspicious) and Oda will also be at a risk of being suspected as an accomplice. Oda looks at Dazai, who is “smiling a smile that is fifty times darker and denser than that of a kid thinking about what pranks to play.” Seeing that face, Oda comes up with another fear that if he sells Dazai to the cops now, he will face Port Mafia’s revenge later.

Conclusion. Pretending to be out is the only way.

They hide behind the bed and wait for the cops to leave. Suddenly, Dazai taps on Oda’s shoulder, reminding him of the kettle of water he is boiling for his coffee, which is going to blow a very loud whistle once it’s done. They are about eight metres from the kitchen. If Oda just walks there, the floor will creak and the cops will know that there is someone in the room.

I look at Dazai again. After a moment of hesitation, he starts to make a series of gestures. He points at the kitchen, then at me. He holds his palm up in front of him, then stands his other hand on top of it, fingers down. He draws all the fingers on that hand back, leaving only the index and the middle finger, and slowly move the two fingers forward, one after another. Then he puts his index finger on his lip. Then he gives me a thumbs-up, and smiles, and nods.

I nod back.

“What does it mean?” I ask.

“I know right!” Dazai whispers in a soft voice. “You didn’t get it? I said to tiptoe to the kitchen and turn off the fire! I can’t walk well in this condition…”

“Let’s do it.” I nod my head. “There is not much time till the water boils. We need to hurry up.”

“Hey, are you really in a hurry?” Dazai gives me a puzzled look. “I can’t tell because your face doesn’t change at all...”

Oda starts heading towards the kitchen. He uses his ability to figure out where he should put his feet not to make a sound. But then he sees the future when the kettle is whistling and gets so nervous, he decides that he needs a new kind of power, so he starts going on all four and crawls towards the kitchen.

Behind me, Dazai bursts into a small laugh as if he cannot stand my movements anymore. Dazai is right. If someone is able to photograph what I’m doing right now and put it on the public newspaper, I would move to another city on that same day.

Oda finally finds his way to the kettle. He just needs to reach the knob on the gas stove and turn it off. He should have enough time.

However, my expectation is betrayed once again. I have forgotten about the foreign matter that exists in this house. Dazai, of course. He is more unpredictable than any human I have ever met. For example, if two people are on a three-legged race to the goal, Dazai might just turn around and start running in the opposite direction at a random moment. Or, he can desperately climb a cliff to survive, then all of a sudden, say that he wants to fall off it and die. He is a guy that has strayed too far from the reasons of this world. Our dear Trickster.

Dazai suddenly comes up with the idea that if he jumps out of the door with a gun in his hand, there are chances he can be shot dead by the cops. Oda tells him there is no gun in the house, so he decides to get a knife instead. He rushes into the kitchen, even faster than Oda. The cops outside notice the sound and ask them to open the door.

Oda knows that he has to stop Dazai, if he doesn’t want things to get worse.

I have to stop that. I so want to cry and ask someone to help, but there is no one who can do it but me now.

He jumps up and sweeps Dazai’s legs, making him roll on the floor. He grabs Dazai’s neck, turns behind and gets into a chokehold, trying to choke him unconscious. Dazai, as a result, struggles happily while kicking his legs around. He hits the kitchen cabinet once, twice until Oda hears a sound of something coming off. Oda realizes that those desperate kicks are actually on purpose, and it makes the knife Dazai was trying to grab earlier fall off right to where Oda is. Oda can’t move because he is busy holding Dazai down, so he has to use his ability to predict the track of the knife and barely dodges it. The knife stabs vertically into the floor next to him. He tries to calm Dazai down.

"Be still.” I say, “Don’t struggle. It is not scary. It doesn’t hurt.”

I don’t even know what I’m saying myself.

“You liar! Mori-san said the same thing when he gave me shots.”

Dazai says so and keeps going wild. It means there are other people besides me who are having a hard time with Dazai. Who is this Mori-san again?

Dazai keeps kicking the kitchen stand and this time, it’s the kettle above Oda’s head that’s going to fall.

It is a situation that I have never experienced before. A kettle above my head, a knife next to my face, false money somewhere in my room, cops at my door. And I’m strangling a guy I just barely met.

Oda finally manages to choke Dazai unconscious. He goes “fufu ahaha” before he faints. Oda pulls out the knife next to him and throws it toward the falling kettle, successfully catching it by its handle and having it jammed into the wooden part of the kitchen cabinet. By that time, the cops also manage to kick the door open and step into the room.

Just like me, those cops seem to have never witnessed something like that in their lives. Their eyes are wide open, but it is understandable. In the house that they just stormed in, there is a man strangling an injured person on the floor. The boy seems to have passed out in pleasure. The knife stuck on the kitchen cabinet is holding the kettle as if it was an offering.

Silence.

The cops look down at me. It seems that they don’t know what to say at all. I never expected the first arrest in my life would be under this situation. I am not sure if that is the reason, but I end up saying something really stupid.

“Please take off your shoes.”

The two cops look at each other. An older cop and a younger one. They are wearing standard uniforms, with standard hats on.

“Okay.” The older one nods vaguely. “It looks like it’s going to be a weird job today.”

“I feel you.” I say.

Well, there have been a series of incomprehensible situations today, but the last one is the best of all.

The cops take out two gas masks and put them on their faces. Then they throw a gas grenade towards Dazai and Oda. Oda realizes that they are actually not cops. He tries to avoid the gas and kick them to the floor to escape. But he sees the future where they point the guns at Dazai and shoot him if he resists. So, he has no choice but to surrender.

I think, in my fading consciousness.

After all, I really should have kicked Dazai down the stairs when I found him in front of my door that morning. But regret is a part of life. Even if I have one more regret now, it’s not that much of a blow.

I pass out.

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