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avbocetos · 4 months
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Kiss the byakugan princess!
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The Lost 4
Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of loss, grieving, death, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
Characters: nomad!Steve Rogers
Summary: You move into a shared flat and encounter a mysterious man.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.
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You don’t eat breakfast, not that you ever really do. You buy enough food to have dinner when you get home and that’s about it. As the clock ticks on, stretched longer by a sleepless night, you count down to the inevitable. You have to leave that room eventually.
You dress in the convenience store button up, an ugly shade of mustard and pin your nametag on. Not wanting to risk running into your housemates, you talk yourself down to quickly brushing your teeth and tidying up. You won’t shower.
You listen through the door but hear nothing. Not like the night before when you heard everything. When you heard too much.
You bring your little canvas pouch of toiletries and lock your door behind you, just in case. You look left then right, heading down towards the bathroom. You stop as you find the door closed. Shoot. You hesitate, struggling to make up your mind. You should just go back and wait in your room.
Too late. The door opens and you jump in your shoes. You stumble back into the wall, unable to hide your fright. S emerges, his blond hair slightly damp as he combs it back with his fingers. The scent of his soap wafts out with him, warm bergamot cutting through the dingy air of the aged house.
“Sorry,” he leaves the door open behind him as he steps out, “didn’t mean to scare ya.”
You nod and wave him off, mouthing ‘it’s fine’ but unable to summon your voice.
“It’s all yours. Hope you weren’t waiting too long,” he hugs tighter the folded towel in his arm, curled around a leather zip up bag.
You give an ‘mhm’ but his timbre just reminds you of the threats that slipped beneath your door the night before. In your head, the unseen menace was a slimy little ghoul, waiting to creep up on you. You look over your shoulder as S passes.
“He hasn’t bothered you again, has he?” He stops and turns back to you.
You shake your head.
“Good,” his chest rises as he glances towards the far end of the hallway, “Guy’s a freak. On parole…” he faces you again, “not to scare you but you should know.”
You lower your eyes and squeeze your pouch tight. You bite your lip and turn to the bathroom. As you approach the door, he shifts on his feet, the floorboards creaking beneath his weight. You stop but can’t bring yourself to look at him.
“Thank you,” you squeak.
He doesn’t answer right away. You linger in the silence before he musters his response, “no problem. Girl like you, can never be too safe.”
You don’t have a chance to reply. His door opens and shuts and you peek over to find him gone. You keep your hand on the door handle as his words cling in your mind. A girl like you…
Is it so obvious that you're alone? Vulnerable? Afraid?
If it is, maybe it’s better that you have someone like him watching over you.
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You arrive for your shift and take over after balancing the till. It’s quiet and you don’t get much more than the usual pop-ins. An old woman takes up close to twenty minutes playing the scratch cards and a group of teens come in to buy energy drinks and ten cent candies. It makes you wish you only worried about wasting your money on unwinnable jackpots and unhealthy snacks.
You spend your downtime doing the crossword in the newspaper Aziz left behind. The pencil lead dulls with each letter you press into the newsprint. The door chimes again and you peek up as a greasy haired man looks around. His eyes scan the store and finally land on you.
You stand up straight and greet him in your small way. Your voice crackles beneath the drone of radio DJs as they discuss their weekend follies. The man nods and diverts to the magazine rack. You tap the pencil and go back to the puzzle, glancing up periodically as he browses the shelf.
When at last he retreats from his perusal, he approaches and lays down one of the magazines shrouded in black film. You try not to show your discomfort as you flip it over to scan the bar code, overly aware of its more adult contents. He doesn’t show an shame as he leans on the counter and breathes loudly through his nose.
“They all got fake tits these days,” he snivels, “I remember my dad’s rags they used to have the natural girls.”
You blanch and hit total, reading out the amount owing. He snickers and reaches into his pants’ pocket, feeling around a bit too long before dragging his hand out. He chuckles and reaches into his jacket instead, taking out his wallet. Ew.
The door chirps, signalling another customer. You don’t look over. The man across from you searches his wallet slowly, fluttering his fingers over the bills inside. His tongue flicks out like a lizard’s.
“Is cash or credit easier, sweetie?”
The pet name sends a chill through you as his tone tickles your memory. That’s the voice you heard last night. That sickly, simpering slither. You can’t help but take a step back, even with the shield of plexiglass between you.
The other customer appears behind the man and clears his throat, “pay and get out.”
You look past the greasy-haired man as S looms behind him. His fist closes and opens, as if he’s holding himself back. You gulp as the other man rolls his eyes.
“Mind your business, meathead,” he deliberately counts out the bills. “It’s the handsome ones that are mean…” he tuts, “nice guys like me, well, we’re hard to find.”
“She doesn’t care. She’s working,” S snarls.
“You don’t own the store, guy,” the other retorts, “you don’t scare me.”
“I don’t gotta scare you,” S steps closer.
The other man bares his teeth but shrinks, just a little. He throws down the money and shoves it through the slot. You gather it up. It feels almost as slimy as he looks. You reach your hand under with his change and he grabs your hand, closing it around the coins.
“You keep that, sweetie,” he squeezes, “pretty girl like you earned it.”
“Don’t touch her,” S grabs him from behind, wrenching him away. The suddenness has your front hitting the counter before the strange man lets you go. “Take your stuff,” S snatches up the magazine as he holds the man by his scruff, “and go.”
He throws him against the door before whipping the magazine at him. You watch helplessly. The smaller man, much smaller than S, catches the porn rag and tries to look fearsome against his accoster. It’s a pathetic attempt. He seems to realise as he slouches down and tucks tail, pushing out into the street with a grumble.
S shakes his head and turns back, marching to the counter. He puts his single protein shake on the other side of the glass. You swallow and put the change down shakily.
“Those are two for four, sir,” you say, “if you’re interested.”
He nods thoughtfully, his throat bobbing. “Thanks, uh, yeah, maybe I’ll grab another.”
He draws away and walks down the center aisle. He stands before the cooler, pulling open the door, before swiftly spinning on his heel and coming back. He places a strawberry shake next to the vanilla one. You scan both and the till applies the discount.
“Sorry, er, to cause a scene. I just… he shouldn’t be pestering you. Especially at work.”
“N-no, it’s… it’s fine. It’s… nice,” you stammer out as you accept his five dollar bill. “You don’t have to… do that.”
“It's not about 'have to',” he shrugs as you count out his change. He takes it, then the vanilla shake. He doesn’t touch the other one.
“Sir,” you point to the strawberry.
“You seem like the strawberry type,” he steps back on his heel, “it’s for you.”
“I… I can’t–”
“You didn’t eat breakfast. You should,” he insists.
“Sir, really–”
“I’ll leave it here,” he says, “in case you change your mind.” He nudges it closer to the glass, “make sure you give it a good shake. The flavour settles at the bottom.”
He turns away before you can argue. Again, he ends the conversation with his departure. As generous as he is, you get the idea he’s not into negotiating.
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dasisugarun · 8 months
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the last in orange
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youcouldbewonderful · 1 month
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writing this before 2005 was INSANE foreshadowing
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juuubasa · 10 months
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👵 its been 6 years ...is anyone still here?
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wiirocku · 3 months
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Job 19:25 (ESV) - For I know that my Redeemer lives, and at the last He will stand upon the earth.
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endlich-allein · 8 months
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"This was Rammstein‘s Europe Stadium Tour 2023! Danke und auf Wiedersehen!" © Jens Koch @ rammsteinofficial
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gallifreyanhotfive · 4 months
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Eight: The warhead is primed. All I have to do is turn that key, press that button, and it's all over. It's all over.
Eight: Ah, what the hell. *presses the button, detonating a nuclear weapon right next to him*
AUDIO: The Last
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giustoart · 1 year
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NARUTO COUPLE APPRECIATION POST
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Let’s start with: NARUTO X HINATA
I’ve always been a NaruSaku / KibaHina shipper, so It was hard for me to appreciate them. But now I’m getting over it and I’m starting to like those two! If I have to think about a word when I recall them, I would say CUTENESS OVERLOAD.
Hope you like it, more Naruto couples are coming!
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boredfangirl16 · 1 year
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I’m patiently waiting for Sophie and Gideon to claim Alastair the minute Thomas starts dating him. No hesitation, no question asked. 
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mag200 · 1 year
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MAG159: The Last
watercolor & ink // kofi
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atxn8 · 5 months
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A reminder. Yes, Yoongi 🔥🔥🔥. Masterpiece.
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dasisugarun · 9 months
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im gonna watch every fancam of the last
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roguecanoe · 6 months
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Mag 159: The Last
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kakashihasibs · 6 months
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Okay so my official ranking of the naruto movies now that i have seen all of them:
Guardians Of The Crescent Moon Kingdom - a solid made-for-TV movie. Enjoyable. Loved the summer outfits. Loved seeing kakashi not give a shit. Fun time.
The Will Of Fire - Kakashi is a big dumb idiot and i love him. He needs to be dragged back home by the ear.
Ninja Clash In The Land Of Snow - honestly probably should be number 2 but i had to make a decision. Excellent fun movie. They wont let the poor actress lady quit her damn job and it's 100% bc Kakashi doesn't know you can quit a job.
Blood Prison - even with the weird sorta transphobia and cavity search this one is still weirdly enjoyable? I have no excuse. I should hate it more than i do.
The Lost Tower - time travel! Grumpy baby kakashi! Father son angst! Enjoyable! Cool creepy villain idea with replacing a whole city of people with puppets. Yamato is in it!
Naruto Shippuden The Movie - an okay movie. Rock lee had a good fight in it and the priestess lady asked naruto to make a baby with her at the end which Kakashi witnessed which made me laugh. I enjoy seeing kakashi astral project into a different dimension to escape uncomfortable situations.
Road To Ninja - gave us menma which was silly and fun. Got to see obito being an extra bitch which is also silly and fun.
Bonds - not a bad movie over-all but Naruto did encourage the like 13 year old girl to confess her love for her (evil) 60 year old teacher??? Loses a lot of points for that.
Legend Of The Stone Of Gelel - okay so i know i have seen this one twice but I can't remember /anything/ from it. It's just a blank to me. So must have been boring. Probably not bad but definitely not good either.
The Last - it's not good. I didn't have fun watching it. Usually when naruto is bad it's at least still fun. But genuinely felt like naruto was under a spell he was just so ??? out of character???? And the misogyny cannot be exaggerated. It was bad.
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abbyscenery · 6 days
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daily click - palestine links - masterpost
click here first 👆🏻
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— 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 ! ♥︎
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⊹ ࣪ ˖ DANG(C)ER IDEAS
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