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sardonic-the-writer · 4 months

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𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: mentions of cannibalism and porn

↳ song: hit the road jack—ray charles

↳ notes: i can't believe i'm posting this (derogatory)

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• You had decided to move into the hotel after a particularly flashy poster caught your eye

• You were just walking to your run down apartment from a shift at your work, messing with the frayed ends of your sleeves, when a burst of neon red and yellow entered your field vision

• It was a poorly drawn advertisement colored head to toe in bright hues and glitter, advertising a hotel that would offer you a shot of getting out of hell

• With a shrug and a tug of the poster, you slipped it off the brick wall and into your pocket

• It’s not like you had anything else going on, and a free room was a free room. Besides; if the redemption thing turned out to be real, that would just be an added bonus

• Upon arriving at the doorstep of the hotel a few days later with a duffel bag in hand and the other rapping against the front door, you were nearly knocked over by a thin demon with red cheeks excitedly asking if you were there to check in

• “Oh my gosh hi! How are you! Because you look amazing and oh my gosh I’m so happy you’ve decided to check in!” She all but shouted in your ear. Cringing slightly, you leaned away from her embrace to slip inside

• “I’m guessing you don’t get a lot of guests?” You asked slowly as she closed the door behind you, some nearby dust stirring up at the action. The inside looked to empty to be a hotel

• “Nope!”

• Your first sign that you were getting more than you had bargained for should have been the sound of scuttling feet as a small demon made her way across your feet to impale a bug on her claws. She was lightly scolded for ‘accidently frightening our new addition’ before running off with the insect

• "Sorry about that! Nifty is really passionate about her job." The demon next to you laughed nervously. You just shifted your weight and nodded awkwardly in response

• Looking a few feet over to the living area, there was a lanky fellow covered in fuzz and lounging on a sad looking couch. He was flicking through channels on a T.V. You caught them occasionally landing on one and laughing before moving on, never staying entertained for too long

• The demon caught your eye, and waved two of his four hands at you in a lazy greeting

• “Oh, that’s Angel Dust! Our other resident." The woman, you now knew as Charlie, fussed. “He’s been with us for a few months, and has shown incredible progress! Something I’m sure you will find yourself doing!” She bounced on the balls of her feet happily while steering you around by the shoulders

• “Uh huh.” You couldn’t help but nod slowly, only now noticing that the channels Angel had been focusing on were blasting various types of porn shows

• A hasty tour was promptly carried out through the rest of the building. You were shown different rooms, all in various states of decay, while simultaneously meeting the other hotel inhabitants

• A fierce lady with a spear— Vaggie, as she had been introduced as —didn’t seem too up for conversation, only giving Charlie a peck on the cheek and you a suspicious glare before climbing a pair of stairs to take care of something else

• Back downstairs, the local bartender didn’t even bother to look at you, instead mumbling something under his breath while playing cards with a snake like demon

• “Don’t take it to heart. Husk is a big sweetheart, really.” Charlie waved at you with a closed eye smile, missing the way that Husk flipped her off grumpily. “And that’s Sir Pentious over there! Besides Angel Dust, and now you I guess, he’s our only guest.”

• The snake simply offered a loud and hissing hello before demanding with theatrical outrage that Husk was cheating. At least you think it was theatrical outrage. He seemed high strung either way

• But by far, the most memorable staff member you met on the tour was a tall demon with a red suit and fluffy ears; the likes of which you and Charlie had barged in on as he ate a plate of what looked like flesh. Whether animal, or something else, you couldn’t tell

• “Finally, this is our facility manager, Alastor! He helps out with all kinds of things here, and will be a key element in your redeeming process.” Your cheery guide announced. She seemed to ignore the slight tension in the air as the other member in the room smiled tightly, but the feeling disappeared as the tall demon stood up in greeting

• “Why Charlie!” Alastor’s voice crackled with heavy static, reminding you of audio from a gramophone. Or perhaps one of those old fashioned radio’s. “If I knew we were having company, I would have made myself more presentable!” He chuckled without ever looking anywhere but you

• You had to tilt your head up to look at him completely. There wasn’t a wrinkle on his suit, and every one of his hairs sat perfectly on his head. Even his monocle appeared to be freshly polished

• “Presentable.” You said slowly and without emotion, aware of Alastor’s highetened gaze on you. “Right.”

• Charlie was quick to get you to your new room after that

• It was weird, trying to fall into a rhythm with a group of people that had already become so aquatinted with one another, but you managed

• The trust exercises were cheesy and took too long, chores were a daily task for everyone, and Alastor snuck around in the shadows too much for your liking, but at least you had a place to live

• Besides. Who was to say you couldn’t make a few friends along the way?

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skyeblue8 · 9 months

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ｴ𝜏 ㆜σσƙ 𝓐 ᗯԋιɬҽ, ẞᥙ𝜏 Ԋҽɾҽ'ട ㆜ԋҽ Gɬᥙ𝜏𝜏σɳყ Ꮢιɳց ~ 🍭

-> First things first, for whatever reason there is no yellow font options on this site, so I'm just gonna be using orange and pink to make these headcanons look more distinguished. And secondly, sorry for the long time delay, but with school starting back up & a new flare up of profound mental issues, I haven't been keeping up as much as I wanted. But I'm here now, so let's get started! Okay? Okay.

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Gluttony's Environment:

🍭 Okay, to tell y'all the truth, I honestly think a lot of the canon visuals for the Gluttony Ring already fit to world perfectly as is. Well most of them, anyway:

🍭 In terms of the whole Beehive/70's American decor theme, I actually like it as it fits the whole Beelzebub style as well as highlights a time in history where people liked to party and overindulge in a crackload of drugs/alcohol/etc.

🍭 And, upon further inspection of the background, I like the idea of the Ring essentially being consumed in a whole dome that's prone to color changing depending on Queen Bee's emotions and/or the change in the time of day. Depending on which is in more effect at the time.

🍭 My main issues really come down to more minute things like the color scheme and the plant life in this Ring, as a lot of it is too green and... earthly. For the general color scheme, I'd only headcanon it to be yellow/gold, black, and hot pink with some orange for the sunset vibe. Not much of change, though I feel it highlights the Bee/bug theme better.

🍭 As for the plant life, I think it clearly makes sense to have the Ring be flourishing with it for distinction purposes, to highlight the food/producer aspect, and of course, because of the insect citizens here. To make it more native to Hell, though, I think the plants themselves should have a wide range of variety from inanimate, to partially sentient, to full on talking and communicating.

🍭Take the plants in the canon Sloth Ring, and the talking plant in LGSOH or Stolas' plants...

🍭 Almost all of the sentient plants are carnivorous in some way, and while there are a few domestic ones that won't eat their owner, they still might eat strangers, guests, or even their owner if said owner mistreats them.

🍭 I also see a lot of the inanimate plants being made out of food, too, like cotton candy, taffy, licorice, etc.

🍭 The typical plant properties for the more sentient ones aside from talking mouths & blinking eyes, of course, would probably be something like some of them looking sweet at first glance and then devolving into full-on monsters. Some could even carry miniature Gluttony-native parasitic insect demons or possess some kind of glue-like coating that traps people.

🍭 Moving on, the Ring is the largest agriculturer producer of food in Hell, owning a great deal of restaurants in and out of the Ring.

🍭 And, unsurprisingly, it is the soul mass producer of Beezle Juice - the strongest and most addictive alcohol in Hell.

🍭 Now we don't know much about this stuff other than hellborns drink it and, apparently, it can turn mortal fish into giant monsters:

🍭 I personally headcanon it as being a massed produced, heavily addictive substance coming from the Queen Bee herself, with varying side-effects depending on who's consumed it.

🍭 For instance, high-ranking Hellborns clearly won't be too affected by the juice. At best, they'd just be immensely drunk. High-ranking sinners, ie. Overlords, can drink way more than the average sinner, but are still at some risk if they exceed past what the power level they have can hold.

🍭 Lower-ranking sinners, on the other hand, if they drink far too much than their bodies and/or general power-ranking can handle, their bodies start the withering process a lot faster with the added bonus of essentially turning into those zombie mutants from Adventure Time.

🍭 In this event, it'd really be no different from being a withered husk of a sinner, only you'd be oozing this stuff from your body, becoming a temporarily new producer of the juice, while others attempt to cannibalize on you as a result. Since you're only a husk, you likely wouldn't die until the Drones found you and either ate you or returned you to the Queen herself to be eaten.

🍭 I also want to believe that too much of Beezle Juice may cause some sort of hard-core hallucinating and the physical melting of your organs and insides into a viscous, honey-like substance.

🍭 Anyway, back to the layout, aside from the "Hives" which would likely be the party domes spread throughout the Ring, and Bee's own house, I headcanon a great deal of the buildings, both residential and a few private owned ones would be in cool lava-lamp-esque shapes with similar colors of yellow, orange, and pink that just fit the overall theme of the Ring.

🍭 And for the sake of variety, I'd also want some half tree buildings and structures throughout the Ring, you know, like in Zootopia and Elemental, but obviously not green. Maybe orange and pink, or something like that.

🍭 Also, for really no other reason, I feel that most of the ground-scape of the Ring would be in a cool transparent, walkable glass with rivers of colorful Beezle Juice moving beneath it.

🍭 All around there would be special vents that emit the scent of Beelze Juice, it doesn't completely effect people like a direct intake would, but it would put you in a mild state of euphoria, and maybe even in a constant state of hunger. Really, delicious food smells will be prevalent within this Ring.

🍭 Gluttony would no doubt be full of exotic foods from other Rings, the most popular kinds being from Wrath since it involves hunting giant, murderous animals that taste delicious but may operate on Pufferfish Rules. (If you know, you know).

🍭 Closing out the environment section, I believe that, as a new age development (more on that, later) the Ring operates on a need for feeding on Despair as well as general Sinners' souls, due to canon Bee somehow being able to feed on "the vibe" at her parties. (Oh, and Gluttony is the co-creator of Belphagor's Happy Pills [name may be changed]).

Gluttony's Residents:

¤ Okay, so, quick heads-up, I've decided to do a bit of retcon of some of my previous statements of Hell's citizens, most notably the Hellborns and the imps, sharks, succubi, etc. and the class portrayal. More will be clarified in a post following this one with the later edits being made to the other headcanon pages, but I just wanted to let y'all know. ¤

🔸️ Hellborns: Candified Imps [Concept Inspired by @dramokin impsona] Essentially like normal Imps but based on candy w/ many having lollipop based tails and a few having wings, though they're still all around powerless

🔸️🐝 Queen Bee's Drones 🐝 : This comes in a set of three...

1. Party Drones [Or "Bee's Bitches"] - These are smaller versions of Bee that don't completely look like her (usually have different color schemes with eyes on their wings like the Pixiez from that Bratz movie, but her sigil is on their bodies). Typically female or feminine-leaning, they manage the parties throughout the Ring and on Earth (without the angels'/the sinners' knowledge) to maintain the despair increase they get to bring back to Bee herself. They're usually taller than the average sinner, and a bit chaotic & egotistical due to their position.

2. Defender Drones - They mainly serve as the Bee's means of defense, or rather, intimidation against those who specifically take valuable things from her. There aren't many throughout the Ring as they all stay exclusively near her. They're, again, usually like her in the idea that they're bee demons, but they don't look too much like her.

3. Hellhound Hybrids - A newer development that really coincides with both of the aforementioned Drones, the hybrids are typcial Hellhounds mutated into bee-hybrid creatures to serve Bee more efficiently. The first ever hybrid, I headcanon would be Vivzie's Bee, who she keeps as both a pet and a (sort-of) daughter.

🔸️Sinners: Every other demon who ends up within Gluttony. For any bug-based, candy-based, etc. citizens who end up here, they simply won't resemble the Drones or Imps due to their differing body structure, possible color scheme, and their lack of a sigil on their bodies. (I know Beelzebub technically doesn't have a sigil but we'll just say they do here and go from there)

🔸️Hellhounds: Created in Gluttony by their ancient (possibly enslaved) Leader Cerberus, the hellhounds are the lowest of the low in both the Ring and throughout Hell as their seen as literal slaves. I believe they can essentially hold the souls of humans when on Earth and come with custom disguises (that cost extra with purchase of them), but since no Sinner/Hellborn typically goes up to Earth without a Sin's power, permission, or knowledge, there's no point for that for many of them and so they're usually used as servants).

🍭 In terms of hierarchy amongst the citizens, the obvious thing would be that the appointed Drones of Beelzebub are at the top simply because she depends on them the most. The Party Drones are ranked slightly higher due to being more useful, hybrid or not, but all the Drones are still greater up the scale than everyone else.

🍭 After them comes the sinners, then the imps, and of course, the Hellhounds.

🍭 There's truly not much left to say except that all the citizens here, save for maybe the poor Hellhounds, indulge every waking moment down here partying, day and night. Of course, I believe I mentioned the consequences of Sinners overindulging over long periods of time and what the people, namely the Drones, will do once they reach rotting status, so I'll just end it here until I decide to come back and make some edits.

Hope you enjoyed! Until next headcanons! 😋

#helluva boss critical #vivziepop critical #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss #helluva boss critique #hazbin hotel critical #helluva critical #hazbin hotel critique #hazbin hotel #helluva boss rewrite #Gluttony #beezlebub #spindlehorse criticism #spindlehorse critical #Skye Blue's 7 Sins

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marinerainbow · 1 year

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Final family post

Betty's Family

The Locera's are... Actually pretty wholesome. There's a brief mention of an unplanned child and sending said child to the other orphanage, but that has a happy ending.

Betty is the youngest runt of... 12 children in total. Six girls, six boys. Plus, two parents... Let's go over them all real quick.

Boris Locera: The first eldest, and most protective of all the Locera siblings. He and Betty are the closest since she was the runt, and he acted as a third caretaker for her (he was like that with the rest of their siblings, but Betty most especially). He moves to Inkwell with her to help her out.

Bonnie Locera: The second eldest. She deals more in selling and distribution rather than actually growing the flowers on the farm. She's firm, but has a good heart.

Billy Locera: The third eldest. He helps Bonnie with finances but is more relaxed than her.

Brittany Locera: The fourth eldest. She actually enjoys fashion and wants to start her own line of clothing. She still helps with the farm though.

Bryce Locera: The fifth eldest. He was actually the first who got married and started his own farm.

Beatrice Locera: The sixth eldest. She's the most social and was the most supportive of Betty moving out of Hayseed (not that the others weren't supportive).

Braydon Locera: The seventh eldest. He enjoys outdoorsy activities the most.

Barbara Locera: The eighth eldest. She is the most shy of them all, but will talk your ear off about animal facts if you let her.

Bryan Locera: The ninth eldest. He's the most quiet, but not in a shy way like Barbara. He wants to work at a library someday.

Blossom Locera: The tenth eldest. She, Betty, and Boris are the only single members of the family by far. But Blossom adores each of her neices and nephews.

Benny Locera: The second youngest. He's also close with Betty, but mostly because they both got babied.

Betty Locera: The youngest and most developed out of all the siblings. As mentioned before, she's the runt of them all so she's the smallest, and most fed up with being babied.

Bill Locera: A bit of a fretter, though will stand his ground if needed. He's a kind and caring father and husband and would do anything for his family. He was the one who taught the siblings how to be forgiving and understanding.

Bianca Locera: A tough woman who takes no-ones BS. She's more energetic than her husband, but she loves him all the same and adores all of her kids to bits. She was the one who taught them to speak their minds about anything and to have tough skin.

(Bonus fact: although I don't have pictures of them, Bianca has soft yellow coloring while Bill has a striking red coloring. All the Locera siblings are varying shades of orange)

Yeah. A big family. But they're all happy and love each other unconditionally. Betty and Boris live overseas in Inkwell now, but they do write to their siblings and parents often, and will visit during the holidays.

However, after seeing all the photos and hearing all the stories of her neices and nephews, Betty started wanting to have a child of her own (just one. Ain't no way in hell is she going to have a big nest like her parents if she can help it), but wasn't quite ready to date or get married. So, she made a visit to Inkwell Orphanage, and took in girl named Flower... who is a literal flower.

Flower belongs to @marshmallow-biscuit-blog (feel free to add onto this if you'd like ^^)

No one knew it just yet, but Flower actually still had a living parent... In fact, that parent just so happened to be one of Betty and Boris' new neighbors. A carnation by the name of Cagney.

Cagney, up to that point, had been a thorn in the butterflies' sides. Especially Betty's. She's not sure what exactly she did to annoy Cagney, but Betty has tried everything she knew to get him to cheer up. And she has long since reached her breaking point, and gives Cagney sass and attitude right back.

She and Boris were worried about how he'd treat Flower. But when the two flowers met, for once, Cagney was civil and... As nice as he can be. It was almost like he could tell that Flower was his child, despite technically never meeting her. And Flower actually looks up to the carnation.

I'm not sure how they'd all find out Flower and Cagney are related. But either way, Betty and Cagney managed to call a truce for Flower. As long as he doesn't try to hurt her kid, she'll welcome him in her garden.

(I'm debating it, but I'm thinking maybe Cagney and Betty start seeing each other. A rivals-to-lovers sort of thing. I'm greatly leaning towards it)

Any questions you guys have, I'll be more than happy to answer ^^

#my own characters #my own oc's #Betty Locera #other peoples characters #other peoples OC's #Cagney Carnation #TCS #Ci: DDwtD #The Cuphead Show #Cuphead in: Don't Deal with the Devil

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roosterbox · 2 years

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Inceptiversary Day Sixteen: Inception Day! Make anything Inception-related! Take a photo, write a poem, make a meme, sing a tune, whatever you want!

@inception30daychallenge

Some Notes on that Ever-Expanding NSFW Paint Shop Inception AU of Doom

For lack of something more substantial to post on this Inceptiversary Day, here have some Notes on a Thing I’m working on. Each chapter is named after a color; each color is associated with a character. So each character gets their own centric chapter. And then there are four bonus chapters after that, each featuring a couple. I kind of wanted the couples chapter colors to be the combination of their individual ones (like if Arthur’s was blue, Eames’ was yellow, their couples chapter would be green), but it didn’t end up working. *sigh* Disappointment.

But anyway, here are some notes about chapters, colors and characters!

Coral (warmth, individuality) - Arthur/Eames

Written so far: nothing yet - saving it for later! The plan is a scene of them talking about their friends, among other things, until Eames suddenly decides to propose. Which would ordinarily be a sweet and romantic moment, but Arthur is extremely annoyed by the lack of a damn ring.

Amber (joy, energy, security) - Eames

Written so far: Just an average day for the Shop Owner himself - counting tills, adjusting shelves, bantering with friends/employees, maybe sneaking a kiss from his darling. I’m liking what I’ve got so far.

Indigo (integrity, intuition, structure) - Yusuf

Written so far: first pass was a scene with Yusuf presenting Eames with a new paint, waxing poetic on the inspiration for it for a long time, only to have Eames completely ignore him and give it a typically innuendo-laden name. Which was amusing, but it made Yusuf sad and Eames looked like a real jerk. Which are two things that are the antithesis of the mood of this story. So, scrapped that. Second pass has been several characters trying their best to get the forever-pining Yusuf to just ask Ariadne out already. Still funny, but not as mean in my eyes. Needs work, but I’m happier with the second attempt.

Lavender (tranquility, springtime) - Ariadne

Written so far: nothing yet, but I feel like this is the next one I’ll start on. No real plans yet, but expect more pining because fucking hell her and Yusuf are adorable.

Magenta (kindness, change, harmony) - Saito/Robert

Written so far: Nothing yet - see the previous message about the A/E chapter. The initial outline is a few drinks at the bar, a casual first date, making plans for a second. The joy of infatuation.

Maroon (ambition, confidence, sophistication) - Saito

Written so far: nothing yet. Haven’t had a whole lot of inspiration as of right now, but it’ll get there. Lots of attempted wooing to follow, at the very least.

Teal (morality, renewal, practicality) - Cobb

Written so far: nothing yet, aside from a funny conversation between him and Mal, in which he belatedly realizes how much of a “Dad” he is. That’s gonna be the basic theme of this chapter - Cobb being the Team Dad. I feel like Cobb’s chapter is gonna be my way of apologizing to the character for how many times I’ve rolled my eyes and called him a knob over the years. Because in this story, he’s actually a pretty cool, friendly dude.

Turquoise (calmness, clarity, communication, compassion) - Yusuf/Ariadne

Written so far: nothing. Again, saving it until the end. Will be their first date. Awkward at first, but then healthy communication happens, and then things run smoothly from there. My hope is to make the pining of their previous chapters worth it.

Violet (wisdom, sensitivity, spirituality, creativity) - Robert

Written so far: this is actually going to be the very first chapter! Because Robert is the newest employee. So it’s all about his first day on registers, learning how things work, getting to know his co-workers, and most importantly, meeting a few regular customers, one of which is a sharply dressed Japanese businessman who becomes rather smitten with him.

Chartreuse (cheerfulness, distinction, imagination) - Mal

Written so far: just a few scenes here and there, really. Mal having drinks with Arthur (great!), Mal and Eames naming paints (pretty good), and an awkward double date with her, Cobb, and A/E (has potential, but I’m not okay with it yet). I like everything I’ve written from a technical standpoint, but as far as serving the story overall, I’m not sure if it makes sense. Think I’ll probably change the date scene to be a more believable scenario, but still really awkward because it’s a comedy, lol.

Fuchsia (maturity, certainty, uniqueness, confidence) - Arthur

Written so far: Not much yet, but I like what I’ve got. A scene with our favorite boys in their bedroom. A lil bit o’ sexytimes. Can’t decide if I should show that particular bit in full or end it on a scene break for added spiciness, lol. Because there will be more sexytimes to come in that chapter; he and Eames still need to test out the new body paints, after all.

Seafoam (revitalization, luck, health, nature) - Cobb/Mal

Written so far: nothing - saving until the end! They go on a nice, child-free dinner date. Maybe they spot another familiar couple there, but they don’t acknowledge them. Having a child-free evening is something of a rarity for them, and they don’t want it to go to waste.

So, things are still developing. Twelve chapters are currently planned, which is plenty, lol. Think I’ll end it with the A/E chapter though - finish on a high note. But that’s still a ways off. The overall plan is, some slight dips into seriousness notwithstanding, to keep the mood light and fun throughout. So far, so good?

Maybe it’ll finally be ready by Inceptiversary 2023.

#Inceptiversary #inceptiversary2022 #inception30daychallenge #long post #my stuff #writing is hard yo #my notes #there is about 3k written for this story so far #and as you can tell #there’s a lot more yet to come #aside from that bit in Yusuf’s chapter #I’ve rather liked everything I’ve written #which is unexpected but nice #lol

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monitsou · 3 years

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HOW THEY WOULD PLAY ANIMAL CROSSING + WITH THEIR S/O

characters: kenma, atsumu, akaashi

warnings: a bit of swearing :p

post note: so it’s been 6 years since i played ac :( so i just recalled the things that ac features usually had, pls tell me if i mentioned something wrong ! and reblogs are highly appreciated!

KENMA KOZUME

you can’t tell me that kozume doesn’t daily grind? he probably would spend all day just catching fishes and foils around his island

he wouldn’t pay too much attention decorating his island though, he will just put everything in one place so he can see that it’s there ??

he usually completes his task but tend to get bored so he’s just free styling whenever he’s playing

actually likes tom nook, even though he’s almost broke from paying his debts

his island can look neat at some point because you would encourage him to put a little bit more design to it.

doesn’t care about the design of his villager’s house but he’ll still talk to them because it’s part of the game after all.

his character always goes for a comfortable look, like sweaters and sweats ‘cause he thinks it’s nice to have a miniature character of him.

you once gave him a custom design sweater and trust me, he never took it off <3

has a little corner of his island to drop off bells for you to receive whenever you drop by his island.

one time he dropped 20k bells and you cried for hours

eventually, kuroo would try to steal the bells and kenma threatened him that he’ll block the shit out of him ( and he did lmao )

he absolutely LOVES it when you update him about the new tiny details you placed on your island, he thinks it adorable <3

because kozume usually likes to play animal crossing at night, both of you would stay up late to do such things

this always leads to midnight walks across either your town or his, nonetheless he finds it pretty relaxing when you play with him while he tries to keep up to your enthusiasm over the game

ATSUMU MIYA

this mf is annoying as hell, he prolly doesn’t know how the game works

“ angel! why’d they talk like that? am i on the wrong settings or — “

he can’t even catch fish ...

spends all his bells to the able sisters to get new fancy clothing and he tried making a design for himself but it didn’t turned out as great :/

so focused at talking to his villagers, it’s like how he’s talking to real life people ??

he’ll show off any kind of rare and expensive stuff that he got and maybe even shove his switch to your face

his island would look kinda messy at first but it gets better once you actually explore more, that’s because he likes to kinda surprise you and see your reaction at first 🙄

he always prepares a red carpet for you to walk on whenever you visit to feel how special you are even in games, however he removes it INSTANTLY if osamu and suna comes to tease him about it.

i can see his island theme having the color palette of yellow, beige and white, maybe a tad bit of maroon as well.

LOOOVES hyping you up !! when he sees you wearing a new hat, clothing or having new decors around your island, he’ll always have the best reactions to appreciate your work !

picnic dates are a thing with him !! he picked a nice spot to place the picnic decors to watch the sunset, it even has trees and flowers surrounding it for you to enjoy. ( i’m sobbing )

exchanging gifts and letters were always a thing ever since atsumu learned how to write postcards. it also happens once a week so prepare yourself for some fun stuff <3

he’ll sometimes write sweet messages but often it’s just bad jokes that still makes you laugh at some point.

AKAASHI KEIJI

let’s hear it from the best animal crossing player of all time !!!

plays animal crossing like a pro, and can manage to pay his debt while designing his island better than you ( JUST SAYING 😳 )

he likes taking his time while playing it, he doesn’t usually use time travel unless he really needs to.

his favorite part about playing it is how the music changes as the time passes, it really relaxes him after a day of work + bonus relaxing points if he plays with you !

his island’s color palette would include different shades of brown, beige, white, gray and maybe a bit of baby blue

his island looks so neat and organize! he’ll definitely have those nicely designed coffee shop with a library next to it ( it makes you want to quit tbh )

lowkey excited whenever he sees a balloon with a present floating in air or whenever he sees a bottle w/ a letter on the beach

he literally just appreciates every single thing and detail in the game

MUSEUM. DATES. ARE. HIS. THING !!!

he often lets you visit his museum to look how far he’s gone by collection his fishes, butterflies and fossils.

and he’s highkey proud of it

always takes couple pictures near the aquarium and the !!! butterfly house !!! while doing cute poses and he’ll eventually make it his lock screen ( it’s too cute for him )

he would make a waterfall area that’s actually nicely built and he also placed it with his pastel colored flowers.

he also prepared a diner set that’s close to the waterfall so it would look so ethereal at night because of how romantic and peaceful it looks :(

he gives so much effort when designing areas and making clothes for you in particular.

and he would always invite you whenever he’ll have meteor showers because it’s a moment where you both wish on shooting stars with the most heavenly scenery <//3

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imagineddworld · 3 years

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Unexpected

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Summary: After serving detention with your favorite teacher, true feelings get revealed.

Word counter: 3,5 K (3500)

Author’s note: I made Remus a new, young teacher, and the student just turned 18. There is still a 5 years difference, but I tried to make it a bit more comfortable for people who don’t really like big age gabs.

I also tried to make it gender neutral, so if you guys have any tips; that would be great.

Didn’t proof read this, as lack of time with my exams very near. But I wanted to post something. As expected it turned out longer than I had meant to

Hope you enjoy xx

The time had come where the seventh years were learning how to make Amortentia. A potion well known to most curious students as the love potion. But it was a very tough one to make. You got all the ingredients right, but the brewing method messed you up every time. Same for today, it had started to fog an odd green smoke. It was at least better than the time where it had blown up in Snape’s face. You had never received such a big punishment as then. You were given 5 essays to write and served detention for a whole month.

“Detention Miss/Mister (Y/L)”, you heard the cold, monotone voice from behind you, “You can serve it with Professor Lupin after class. He needs help with grading essays”. You already had predicted this outcome to happen, but tried to argue anyway. “But-”, you silenced yourself as soon as you saw his cold glare. You sighed, slumping back in your chair. “Okay”, you mouthed silently, while making a mocking face. “That will be two detentions”, you heard him say angrily. You threw your arms in the air as a sign of annoyance, but didn’t say anything else. You started to clean your cauldron, hoping in the last minutes of class he wouldn’t give you more detentions or worse, gave you another essay to write. He really hated the living hell out of you. As one of the new teachers, together with Professor Lupin, you hand’t expected to be hate so much. You rarely did anything. Perhaps even breathing was too much for him. But there was not much you could do about it. You realized that the hard way. Most of the time you argued with him, but one particular time he had enough of your snarky comments. He had given you detention for nearly two months, making you clean all the little, dirty places of Hogwarts. All magic was forbidden, you needed to clean it all by hand. And as bonus to top it all off, he overloaded you with essays to write. Every week you needed to give two writer essays of 10 pages at least. After that event, you didn’t bother arguing much.

The rest of the day went by as normal, mostly spend with your nose in your books. As your final class ended, you quickly dropped off the unnecessary books at your dorm that couldn’t fit in your bag. You only kept the ones you needed for your essay. The one you were planning to write after your detention. Your dorm seemed further away from Professor Lupin’s office, resulting in you needing to sprint through the halls. Luckily the halls were less crowded. Only a few students were chatting in the hallway, laughing with their friends and keeping each other up to date. When you reached the door, you were out of breath. Partly from the running and partly from your nerves. Your heart was pounding too, and you hands were shaking the slightest bit. You took in some deep breaths and tried to calm yourself.

Detention with Remus Lupin made you more nervous than you had expected. He wasn’t just your favorite teacher, because of his amazing teaching skills. But also due to his kind character and beautiful looks. You had unexpectedly started to grow feelings for him. He had an amazing sweet and kind soul. His blue eyes sparkled every time he taught your class something new. Every time you got mesmerized by them, losing yourself into the beauty of the blue irises. Fascinated by the swirls of colors that came out when the light captured them from a certain perspective. His smile never failed to make your heart flutter. Every time he called your name during class, your face became beat red. His scars were a beautiful contrast against his slightly reddened cheeks.

You had thought the fact that he was your teacher, would disgust you. But technically he wouldn’t be your teacher anymore in 2 months. And also the fact that there were only a few years between the two of you, made it more acceptable. He was a fairly new and young teacher. A lot of girls probably had crushed on him, so you weren’t to blame. It’s not like you could control your feelings. As long as you kept it hidden, you were fine.

Your hands were shaking more, as you realized what was about to happen. Your heart started to pick up its beat up again, hammering against your chest. You softly knocked on the wooden door. “Come in”, his muffled voice could be heard form inside. With a little creak of the door, you made your way into his office. “Hello Professor. I’m here to serve my detention”, your voice was silent, and a bit shaky. He looked up from his desk full of papers, eyes lighting up the slightest bit. He gave you a sweet smile: “Ah yes, (Y/N). I was surprised when Snape me you were the one who had gotten detention. You never do anything wrong”. A light blush crept up your cheeks. His eyes were entrancing you, making your knees weak. “Well, I messed up the method of my potion, so you know how Snape is. Then I mocked him for his ridiculous behavior and got myself a second detention. So you will be stuck with me again tomorrow evening”, you smiled more confidently now. You didn’t regret your behavior. Snape really was a living hell. It was just your overthinking mind and overwhelming nerves that were bothering you now. As they were most of the time.

“Oh, Don’t worry about that, dear. I don’t mind your company”, he smile seemed even brighter. The soft candle light really gave him a certain glow that had you mesmerized. It was a soft yellow light, that showed off all his features even better. This soft look in combination with his sweet words really made you swoon. These detentions might were going to kill you. This man couldn’t get any lovelier, at least you thought so. Every time you saw him, some new details had you drawn to him. Another little piece of him you could adore. Like whenever the light hits his eyes right, they looked almost yellow. As if a sun was glowing behind them. That might explain why they gave such a warm and loving appearance. Or the soft shadows that were cast on his face, pointing out his fine bone structure even more. His jawline standing out the most. The combination of his messy hair and wintery sweater, made him look very cosy. He gave off a feeling of home and trust. As if you truly could be yourself around him, even if there were certain boundaries. Maybe that comfort drew you the most to him.

“Well..., you can start with that pile over there”, his voice woken you from your daydream. He pointed to a chair in front of his desk with a smaller pile of papers on it neatly stacked. Your cheeks were flushing a bright red, as you realized he must have seen you stare at him for who knows how long. You placed your bag against the wall, and hung your robe on the hanger that stood in the corner. You carefully picked up the stack of papers and placed them on the desk, so you could sit. Lupin made some room for your pile, as his was literally scattered all over his wooden desk. He mumbled soft apologies in between soft, heartwarming chuckles. After he gave you a pen, some ink and instructions of how to rate these essays, you went to work.

You had to be honest, it was quite hard to concentrate when you were sat in front of this beautiful man. You often glanced up, admiring him in this soft light and closer perspective. You didn’t dare to look up, but had a feeling his eyes were on you as well. But that could’ve been your feelings sparking up some deeply hidden hope for him ever being interested in you. Every time he leaned over to help you on a certain problem, you could feel your breath halt in your throat. You had trouble keeping your heart rate in control.

“I’m all done, Professor”, you said when you rated the last essay of your pile. He looked up with that loving smile of his, making your heart flutter for the umpteenth time. “Brilliant. Thank you for your assistance today”, he gently took the essays from your hand, and placed them on his big pile of already marked homework. “Maybe I could help you with that potion you were having trouble with?” You smiled widely at him: “Oh, that would be lovely, sir. I really could use some help”. He nodded happily, while his eyes seemed to spark that particular sparkle whenever he got passionated with teaching and helping people. “Do you have your textbook with you?” You mumbled a quiet yes, as you went to grab it from your bag. You handed it over to him, standing by his side on a formal distance away from him. “What potion were you working on?”, he asked while going through the pages of your book. “Amortentia”. As soon as the answer left you mouth, he started to cough lightly seen that he had just took a sip of his tea. “Are you okay, sir?”, you asked him worriedly, placing your hand on his arm. You were a bit unsure if you should touch him or not. But you had acted upon it like an instinct. Luckily he didn’t really reacted to the soft manner, meaning he probably didn’t mind. “Yeah, yeah. I’m alright, dear. Just chocked a bit on my tea, is all”. He cleared his throat and straightened out his back, adjusting his position as a way to recover from his small coughing fit. “So, Amortentia...”, he started off, sounding it bit absentmindedly. “Yeah, I have all the ingredients right. It’s the brewing method that messes me up every time. It always seems to go so well, until it suddenly doesn’t. And I don’t know why”, your explanation sounded like a rambling of quick words put together, making you unsure if he actually understood you. He nodded his head, as he read over the page. “Hmm, well. I’m here to help you. We just need supplies”.

The two of you snuck around the halls, if you even can consider it that. It was still a few hours before curfew and you were with a teacher, so not much trouble could happen. But you still sort of broke into Snape’s classroom, which he wouldn’t appreciate at all. “If we get caught, I am going to blame you. He already hates the living hell out of me”. The tall man next to you chuckled at your comment. “Trust me, love. He hates me plenty, you just don’t see it”. You raised your eyebrow questionably at him: “Why? You are such a lovable person”. The words left your mouth before you registered fully what you had said. His silence made you fear your previous statement even more. Did you mess up? But as you sneaked a look at him, it seemed like he wore a light blush on his cheek. Brighter than he usual reddened cheeks. Indeed it also could be the incidence of light, hitting his skin differently and creating an illusion of colours.

As you reached the classroom, you quickly mumbled a spell to unlock the door to Snape’s ingredient collection. “Alright, get what you need. I’ll keep watch”, he said quietly, not really looking at you. You listed off all the ingredients you needed, having remembered them from the plenty of times that you had read over the page. You had placed the ingredients on the desk nearest to you, not risking to drop any in the searching process. But as you looked at the amount of pots and bits, you weren’t so sure if every item would make it back safely. “Could you give me a hand, sir?”, you said a bit louder, so he could hear you from the doorway. His head turned quickly to where you were standing. “Oh. Of course, darling”, he smiled, rushing over to your side. He took the bigger part of the items, stressing that it was only right. He could carry them all with only one arm, the other softly placed on the small of your back as he guided you out of the classroom. It must have been a protective, kind manner he always had had in him. You shouldn’t overthink such an innocent thing. But you had to be fair, it really made your heart melt and your skin burn where he hand was placed. It gave you all sort of tingles.

He opened his door for you, opening his arm to allow you into his office. “Such a gentleman”, you teased, even if your cheeks were burning up. He glanced to the floor, hiding his face from your view. You set all the ingredients on the table, setting them on order of how you would need to use them. Remus placed his cauldron on the table and started to go over the instructions. He mostly gave you the lead, but stepped in wherever you were going to make a mistake. He also gave you useful tips for future potions. “You are doing a great job, (Y/N)”, he smiled form your side, keeping a respectable distance from you. “Well, you are helping me a lot. So, you could say we make quite a great team”, you smirked lightly, not really daring to look over to him. You just focused on stirring in the cauldron. A weight fell of your shoulders when you hear him chuckle: “If you say so, it must be true”. He sounded a little more playful.

As you added the last ingredient, the liquid turned a beautiful pastel pink. The aroma that came from it was way better than all your previous attempts. You leaned over the cauldron to take a whiff of the odor. “Oh wow, this smells good. It’s way better than all my other attempts. It’s smells like man’s cologne and chocolate”, you said with an excited smile, but it fell soon after. “Or is it just you?”, you asked a Remus with a sad tone. You really wanted to succeed, but after all your failed attempts you didn’t know what Amortentia smelled or looked like.

Lupin’s eyes were switching between your face and his hands, as if he were unsure of what to say or do. “Normally it smells like what you’re attracted to, miss/ mister (Y/L/N)”. Your eyes widened the slightest bit. Of course you knew that. You were just so enchanted by the smell, that you forgot you were actually outing your secret to the person you wanted to know the least. “Oh, yeah. I know that. But as my other attempts smelled so awful, I thought maybe Amortentia had an actual odor”, you tried to safe yourself. It was partly true, but you tried to cover up the fact that you had outed your secret. You had admitted smelling him, admitting to liking him as the potion had succeeded. “It- It’s alright”, he spoke quietly. A short moment of silence fell over the two fo you. But before it could get any more awkward, you decided to speak up again. “So, uhm. What do you smell, sir”. He seemed to swallow a big lump that had formed in his throat. Slowly he came into movement, leaning over the cauldron as well. He closed his eyes to focus on the scents that he smelled. “Old books and (a scent linked to you)”, he said absentmindedly. He reopened his eyes, but they weren’t focussing on anything particularly. He seemed a bit fazed out, but so were you. Maybe it was the potion, or it was the sudden awareness of your feelings and the position you found yourself in. You were trying to register what he had said previously. Did he smell you? it could be anyone, right? A lot of people must smell like that. You didn’t want to get your hopes up. It would only lead to heartaches.

You fell back into reality, shaking your head lightly. Once your eyes were focussing again on the room you found yourself in, you realized how close you stood to one another. You must have subconsciously moved closer towards him. When you found the courage to look up, you found his clear blue eyes already trained on you. You felt very nervous underneath his gaze, as if you were being put on spot. You licked your lips as a sign of nerves. Your eyes roaming through the whole room, trying to avoid his gaze. You didn’t know what to do. “No, I can’t do this”, he whispered, stepping a few steps back. “What do you mean?”, you were really confused. Did he meant to do something? You knew nothing could happen between the two fo you. It was wrong in many ways, but you couldn’t help your feelings. You didn’t really expect him to feel anything back. So this came as a hit in the face, as if there had been actual hope all along. “You- you’re my student...”. You nodded slowly, still not getting exactly what he was on to. You had some speculations, but needed confirmation. You couldn’t trust your intuition.

“I know.. In two months I won’t be. At least if I graduate”. He shook his head lightly, going with his hand through his hair. “Still.. I’m 5 years older than you. We can’t do this..”, he pointed between the two of you. At that moment it hit you. Your speculations were confirmed. You were somewhat embarrassed for how long it had taken you to realize what was happening. “You- you were considering that anything could happen between- between us?”, you stuttered, still not registering it completely. You were feeling like your ears were playing tricks on you. “Maybe...”, he said unsure. Even if you didn’t had your hopes up for anything to happen, still somewhere deep down the sparks of it had hidden. Knowing that he had considered it, but refused to follow through with it, hurt you more than expected. Your eyes started to water, but kept the tear in. Of course he noticed the change. He stepped closer to you and wiped away the single tear that had fallen from your eye. “I’m sorry, love. Please don’t cry”. You forced a small chuckle, smiling at his loving face. “No, it’s okay. Honestly, It’s okay”. Both your voices were quiet as they spoke, not willing to hurt the other even further.

You couldn’t blame him for this decision. You couldn’t ask such a thing, couldn’t expect such a thing. It was against the rules. He needed to keep a certain distance with his students. The least you wanted was him to lose his job, because of your foolish crush. You respected his decision, even if it hurt. It would be for the better.

His hand was still on your cheek. It was soft and warm against your skin. You wanted to cherish this moment, even if it was going to break your heart as soon as it ended. His other hand comfortably rested on your waist. “Screw the rules”, he mumbled. Before you registered what was happening, his soft lips were capturing yours in an unexpected but loving kiss. It was soft and tender, but all the while it was full of love. Once the shock wore off, your hands fell to his chest. You softly grabbed the fabric of his sweater. You could feel his rapid heartbeat underneath your palm. He pulled you closer to his body, deepening the kiss. His hand went to the back of your head, not willing to break the kiss yet. Eventually you needed to do so, as you were running out of air. You kept your closeness, both recovering from the unexpected kiss.

“You are going to be the death of me, love”,he said breathlessly. You chuckled at his comment, leaning in to his chest to cuddle him. You enjoyed the warmth and feeling of being wrapped up in his arms. You looked up at him, being met by his sweet smile and enchanting eyes. “Likewise, sir”, you said before you captured his lips in a second kiss. This time even more passionate. The both of you smiled into it, feeling complete. It felt right. Even if you broke some rules, it was all worth it.

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its-my-little-dumpster-fire · 4 years

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Let it Burn ( i n t e r l u d e )

Billy Russo. Reader. 1.9k

A/N: @something-tofightfor asked me if Billy had any intention of telling his soulmate about his big plans to get away with Krista. The short answer was no, but hey. Billy has a mind of his own. Then when I asked @littlemermaidprobz she said “Do it. Rip me apart.” So yes. Billy does tell his soulmate about Krista. And here is what it looks like. I wasn’t sure if this belonged in Chapter 23, because I want that structure to feel more like the Memento Mori chapter so here. Bonus pain. You’re welcome.

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Summary: Yeah... Billy’s got some plans.

The sound of waves were supposed to soothe. It’s what people fell asleep to if they weren’t fortunate enough to live by the water. If that hollow pounding wasn’t seeping through their windows, closed or open didn’t matter the water didn’t care, it was playing on a loop, pouring out of some white noise machine in the corner of their bedrooms. But sleep wasn’t an option for you. Not now at least. So the steady drum of the Atlantic beating against the cement boardwalk thirty feet below you offered no comfort. It was just sound. The ocean, just water. The air thick and damp like it always was this early. Everything was grayer on the outskirts of the city, away from colorful lights and people. There were no window displays or advertisements for shows you wouldn’t live long enough to see. Maybe you’d add a Broadway performance to your list before absconding from the city. Maybe.

“So that’s it?” You asked after an uncomfortable amount of time had passed. Your voice died in the air, already weakened by the tears withheld, but your position aided it. Speaking out over those waves instead of to your soulmate seemed easier at the moment. At least until his hands appeared next to your crossed arms. You spared a look to the right and caught familiar long fingers wrapping slowly around the iron railing, blue flakes probably gathering in his palm as they twisted over the barricade. You briefly wondered if Billy had called you out to the Rockaways just to a kill you. To throw you over into a chaotic blue nothing, mercifully ending whatever suffering was coming for you. You abandoned the thought quickly. If he’d had any mercy in him, he would have killed you before telling you his plans.

“Yeah…” he sniffed, pulling his body away but keeping a strong grip on the rail to stretch out his arms. It seemed so childish at that moment. Thick boot heels pressed up against the cement corner kept his body locked in a 45 degree angle over the ground. You wanted to push him. “Yeah that’s it.”

“Why are you telling me?” Not an answer you were too keen on knowing, but one you couldn’t bear never knowing either. Hell. You didn’t know what you wanted from this situation. You hadn’t known in a year maybe more. Why would your brain suddenly grant you clarity on its way out the door.

Billy didn’t answer right away. He looked over his shoulder, then over your head. It was a secluded spot, not yet defiled by young couples opening smoothie shops in neighborhoods where most people couldn’t afford their rent let alone matcha. Changes were coming all along the beach, you could feel it in the air, see it in every scaffolding covered sidewalk with yellow tape that might as well say “we’re trying here.”

“I thought you should know.”

“Thanks,” you scoffed and fell forward even more. Tempting fate a little too much maybe, given the way Billy straightened next to you. Watching in case you took a nosedive? Or poised and ready to stop the descent? It wasn’t worth investigating.

Billy was leaving. He had a plan. Actually, he had a woman, his therapist. Krista, he called her. She had a plan. Billy’s plan began and ended with Frank Castle. Fitting for his life. First Frank had sought revenge and now it was Billy’s turn. Revenge. He needed it more than he needed air, much more than he needed you. You could see it written all over his face, scrawled as plainly as the scars that gathered there. You’ nodded in understanding and closed your eyes, but really it was to keep him from seeing your real feelings. Relief that he was okay. Fear that he wouldn’t be able to stay that way. Regret that there was nothing more you could do to help him. Sadness that he would never ask even if there was. And ultimately… Jealously. Jealous that he seemed ready and willing to ravage all the women that would continue to use him and complicate his life when you had offered nothing but love since the beginning. Before any of it. Before Anvil, though you only predated the company by a couple weeks. Before the Castle family murder, though he’d pushed you as far away as he could from that one. Before Madani… before the carousel… before this doctor without boundaries. It was you. It had always been you. Maybe somewhere in the back of your mind you were just waiting for Billy to see it, see you and the love you wanted to give him. Love was boring you guessed, more likely though that Billy was intimately familiar with complication and destruction, especially at the hands of a woman. Love… not so much.

Then in a single night, everything you’d been through with him was erased and you had to start over with a man you didn’t know anymore. How could you when he didn’t know himself. But still it was you. He slept on your couch, in your bed. He held you and your dog and a stolen coffee mug that used to be his. But he left that too. He left it all and disappeared for days on end. For Krista. For sex if the quickly dying smirk on his face held any clues. Maybe he was the man you’d always known. And all the selfishness you had learned to overlook never really went away. Billy had the brain injury, but maybe you were the one with the fucked up memories. Remembering something growing between you that never really existed and never had a chance.

“Enjoy your honeymoon,” you spat sarcastically, suddenly done. Done with being on an abandoned boardwalk. Done with being in the presence of a man who would never want you even as you slipped away. Just… done. The ability to walk away was one of the greatest gifts this tumor had given you. A couple years too late, but you intended to use it now.

He got to you first. Even in anger, you were no match for long legs and a tight grip. Billy’s fingers dug into your arm through the baggy hoodie you wore and though you wouldn’t turn to look at him, you could feel him shuffling closer. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” You asked to your shoes, pushing against the cement and itching to break into a run. He’d catch you. Or maybe he’d finally let you go. You could hear the distinct jingle of a dog’s tag and the rhythmic thump of footsteps as someone had joined you, out on an early morning jog. Desperate sometimes, but never stupid enough to try and run you down with a witness. You could just go. Make a scene. You could scream. God you wanted to. “Walk away?” You whispered back, even with a million thoughts of how to ruin this moment for Billy, you couldn’t. Maybe somewhere in the back of your mind you knew that too. “That’s all you know how to do, Billy,” his fingers tightened on your arm and you knew you were landing all the right punches. “I’m not sure why I’m not allowed to leave now. You’ve been leaving my house to fuck your therapist for months.”

“That’s not true,” he growled somewhere behind you. “When shit got serious, I stopped comin’ around-“

“Yeah, I noticed.” You took a deep breath and finally turned to face Billy. Eyes on neutral spaces, not ready to meet his just yet. He was telling the truth. After learning about Frank, he didn’t come back. He came to you, needed you, and he still left. This was the first you’d heard from or seen him in… shit, who knows anymore. How polite of him to stay in her bed instead of running out to see you. You’d worried that telling him what you knew had upset him. It probably had, but there was sick comfort in knowing he wasn’t mad at you. Billy always had an eye for a good deal. He got a better offer and he took it. That certainly felt familiar.

Both of Billy’s hands found their way to your arms, rubbing the length from shoulder to elbow as if to soothe. There must be someone nearby. The more natural you looked together, the less suspicious this assassination of a conversation appeared from the outside. “I thought you should know,” he said again, lower.

“Thanks.” What a useless circle of words. He hadn’t stopped touching you and as much as you wanted to enjoy it, you couldn’t. It was too late for that. Too late to savor Billy’s hands on you, his eyes on you, his attention on you. It wouldn’t last. He was leaving and you were tired. Dying and tired. “I could go to the police, you know. Detective Mahoney is very interested in you.” He said your name quietly, though you expected it to sound like a warning, it didn’t. “Or maybe just straight to Dinah Madani. She’d love this.”

“Not without incriminating yourself.”

“I. Don’t. Care.” The words were sharp flying out of your mouth like daggers, but Billy hardly looked touched. When you did finally meet his eyes, there wasn’t anger in them. Just… it was just Billy. As if you could separate the two. Maybe sleeping with his therapist had done him some good. Are you happy, Billy? Finally? Is that was this is?

“We both know you aren’t going to do that.” Yeah, I know. Even now. It was just an empty threat, meant to hurt him, and you failed. Billy had become such a master at hurting you, but you didn’t wield that same power over him. You have to matter to wound. That’s why it would always be Frank Castle. That was why Billy needed to face him again. Because he loved his brother and his brother hurt him. You understood. “You gonna run off when I let go?” When. Not if. Billy was always planning on letting you go.

You shook your head and he released your arms, taking a step back to give you space. Testing you to see if you meant it. “I thought about it,” you admitted.

“I know,” he said with a half chuckle. The idea of Billy being able to read you shook your core. Just soulmates. It was just the mark letting him see you. But if it was simply the mark, why hadn’t you noticed that he was in love with someone else? Were you really that blind?

“I’m leaving too.”

“Yeah?” He grinned and you nodded. “Anywhere good?” You shrugged. Is anywhere good when you’re alone? Maybe your family was right. You were running to the woods like an injured animal. “Well, good,” he sighed. “You deserve it.”

His words hurt and you were done. Again. You did deserve it. A trip was the least you deserved. You deserved to be loved and seen and not denied the gift the universe had given you just because he-

“Yeah, okay,” you cut yourself off before you started spiraling. You’d been doing that so much lately. “I need to get back to Job. Take care of yourself, Billy. Take care of… take care of Krista.” Her name felt like acid on your tongue. “Watch out for those masks,” you awkwardly gestured to your face, like John Cena with less confidence. Billy frowned. “There are violent gangs all over the city,” you laughed, trying to lighten the mood. With death. Thanks, tumor. “We’re all just trying not to die before it’s time, right?”

“You don’t have to worry about that.” He cut in, face serious. You looked back, confused.

“Is that you too?” No answer, but his cheek twitched, jumped subtly after he clenched his jaw. Wow. “Well… okay then. Really, just take care of yourself, Billy.”

You were already a few steps away when his voice rang out again. “Who’s takin’ care of you, huh?”

I am.

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