#Everyone knows it's just you who don't boohoo!

[racew1nn3rs]

─ 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘪𝘪. (𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳) ⛵️

⤷ summary: miami and monaco. just lando being horribly down bad and y/n being at her wits end. poor oscar just can't escape the train wreck that is two losers with feelings and zero (0) emotional competency .

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mclaren sorry to report that the only good thing about miami was the weather! (and the celebrities)

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user1 it's okay admin, you can say the car was shit

mclaren yeah the car was shit

user2 mclaren team is cursed i fear

mclaren alr where my witch baddies at? please unhex us pls pls pls

user3 uhm!!!????

mclaren desperate times desperate measures and all that jazz

user4 normal people: oh no the car is bad. yn: we're cursed for generations to come ☹️

landonorris i didn't get to meet shakira, what's the point of going on living

mclaren there is none! kys

landonorris oh wow

user5 nahhhh she gettin fired 💀

user6 not a single photo with lando's face 😭

user7 boohoo ☺️ OSCAR FANS, THEY BROKE BUT WE UP ‼️‼️‼️

user6 ok enough

landonorris post me challenge (difficult)

mclaren uh no (: go talk to hr bro we do not careeeeeee

user8 this beef is crazy, yall havent made up yet

user9 DOES ANYONE EVEN KNOW WHY THEYRE BEEFING 😭

oscarpiastri yeah

mclaren hey oscar! great race

oscarpiastri don't ever lie to my face like that again

maxfewtrell gonna build the car myself at this point

user10 i see a podium in our future everyone say thank you max

user11 y/n livestream when 😔

ynusername (;

user11 WHAT DOES THIS MEAN

user12 lando and admin flirting again, who could've guessed

user13 ... she told him to kill himself

user14 the enemies to lovers is enemying 🤩

user13 yeah, it's giving enemies to lovers but no lovers only murder

mclaren truth.

user12 ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HWRE

user15 mclaren, fire everyone and hire y/n as the engineer/ strategist/ driver/ pit crew/ pr

mclaren we winning 🥱

oscarpiastri you'd be the only one finishing cause everyone else would die ☝🏻

mclaren shut the fuck up oscar 🙄

user16 flying cars they said 😔

mclaren how the mighty have fallen

user17 WE THE BEST TEAM ON THE GRIDDDD YUHHH

mclaren i'm gonna hold your hand while i say this

user18 it's been 20 years since i've seen my husband 😞 (admin won't post pictures of lando anymore)

mclaren your husband is ugly as fuck

landonorris what the fuck!

mclaren get off your phone loser

user19 full oscar picture when (i'mbeg ging you please i needg it nowe)

mclaren BAD DOG DOWN OMFG

lilyzneimer i would argue you were the best part of miami

mclaren YOU ARE SO FINE YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH BEAUTIFUL GIRL 🤭

oscarpiastri GET AWAY FROM HER YOU FREAK 🤺

user20 y/n being unprofessional on the team page, who's shocked

mclaren and the world kept spinning

user21 we all know who was really shit here (looking at you lando)

mclaren it's not funny when you do it.

landonorris when she defends you 🥴

mclaren i'm telling a trusted adult danielricciardo

danielricciardo what the fuck makes you think i can be trusted

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The image flickered onto the screen as the broadcast began. Lando, clothed comfortably in sweats, a cap, and his streaming headphones, looked briefly off camera to where his guests sat waiting to be introduced.

He glanced up at Streamlabs and was shocked to see he had upwards of 30,000 viewers. He had only just started the stream and many people had likely not even gotten the Twitch notification yet. He shook off his shock and plastered on his usual smirk.

Everything is fine. I am totally and completely fine.

"Welcome, welcome. How are you all doing today? There's a lot of people here already. What's the special occasion guys?" He joked, being met with a scoff from the girl to his left.

Everything is not fine at all.

Lando almost never felt nervous when he would stream. After all, he was just playing game with his friends, the chat comments streaming through at a speed he could barely read. Even then, being in Formula One for so long meant he was used to being watched, his every little move being observed nearly constantly since his debut in 2019.

And yet all it took was her presence and suddenly he was nervous. His palms were sweaty, his heart was beating at a mile a minute- honestly you would think he were racing. How could he be expected to be funny and charming when she was here. She never seemed to struggle much in the department. It was almost entirely natural for her. Being perfect was like breathing air to Y/n he suspected.

As he watched the chat messages stream past even quicker on his monitor, he finally caught Oscar's gaze out of the corner of his eye. The younger man quirked a brow at him. What's your problem? His teammate seemed to say. He ignored him. Stupid Oscar and his stupid opinions and his stupid, uncomplicated love life. Lando envied the Australian most days, but now he just wanted to punch him straight in the jaw.

"Alright, it seems like most people are here already, so I'll just get started. I'm sure you're all wondering who my special guests are. The suspense must be killing you surely," He teased his audience. He ignored the completely accurate guesses in his chat.

Was he so predictable that it could be assumed it was either his teammate, Y/n, or Max were his special guests? Or was this a more unfortunate warning sign that he was just plain old boring.

"Seems like most people in chat were smart enough to figure it out! Please give a warm welcome to my guests! The lovely, stunning, awe-inspiring Y/n!" He cheered as the girl groaned, rolling her chair forward so she was behind him and within the frame of the camera.

"Oh and also Oscar's here," Lando added boredly, voice almost entirely monotone. Oscar scoffed loudly and he shot into frame kicking Lando's chair roughly, almost knocking him over and startling a laugh out of the girl behind them.

"Your an asshole mate," Oscar scoffed. Lando didn't hear him. The melodic laughing in his ear from Y/n was quite frankly the only sound his brain could process.

Who knew a laugh could sound so beautiful.

Who knew I could be so god damn embarrassing, Lando thought miserably.

"Guys do you see what I have to put up with!? How I get any shit done around here is a wonder," Y/n scoffed, "Anyways, welcome everybody, this is my stream now." Lando squawked indignantly.

"Excuse you, your in my home!"

"Yeah, unfortunately," she muttered with an eye roll and Oscar laughed.

"You should be grateful! Although these aren't the circumstances I was hoping to have you here under for the first time," Lando said with a completely unsubtle wink.

Y/n grimaced and Oscar doubled over with the force of his laughter.

"Viewers I am so sorry, please leave now, I have no way to muzzle him and apparently I can't sensor him," Y/n scowled.

"I fear he might enjoy that," Oscar muttered with a shake of his head.

Oh you motherfucker, Lando thought. Talk about subtle.

"If it was you, I probably would," Lando said to the girl and she planted her palm into the center of his face and shoved him lightly.

"Oh gross, cooties or STDs or whatever it is you men carry," Y/n shook her hands off and fake gagged.

"EXCUSE ME!" Lando shouted as Oscar nearly fell out of his chair.

"You're excused!"

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Y/n was holding on to her sanity by a thread. Or whatever was smaller than a thread... a hair or something. They had been answering fan questions for nearly 15 minutes already and Lando had decided today would be the day he would do nothing but flirt with her incessantly. He was like a child with a question or dog with a bone; He wouldn't let it the fuck go.

The sound of text-to-speech beginning dragged Y/n out of her thought spiral.

"Lando, what is your favorite video you've ever filmed?" The question asked.

Oh brother, Y/n thought. She looked at Oscar and he only laughed. How helpful.

"Probably the water TikTok challenge," Oscar hummed in agreeance.

"Why?" Y/n asked in confusion. She realized belatedly that asking Lando anything right now was probably a bad idea. She had set herself up this time.

"I don't know, I'm just a personal fan of anything that involves your hands in my hair," He smirked and she rolled her eyes. Her stomach flipped as she looked at his eyes. How could such a stupid, stupid man have such nice eyes (and lips, and teeth, and-).

"Well that's interesting," She smirked back, leaning her body toward him, ignoring the way she was blushing down to her chest. Her ears felt hot. It was hard to focus when she felt like she was burning alive, an unfortunate side effect that seemed to come with the irritating Brit in front of her.

"That was my favorite too," she added and Lando's eyes widened. Oscar looked at her in confusion over Lando's head.

"Really?" Lando asked, suprise clear in his voice. His smirk fell away for only a moment, but it was long enough for Y/n to notice.

Poor little Lando Norris, she thought. A bit too easy to read, this one.

"Yep," she grinned, before letting her face fall. "I'm a big fan of anything that means I can drown you." She responded in a monotone voice. Oscar cackled. The poor guy had hardly been asked any questions. Y/n found she didn't feel too bad anyway. The asshole was enjoying her suffering far too much.

Y/n knew the chat was going wild at their interactions, but she didn't really find herself caring. Maybe this was a bad look from a PR stand point, but then again didn't they always say "any press is good press."

Y/n wondered if the idiots who said that had ever had an inappropriate attraction to their asshole of a coworker, who just so happened to be public figure with fans who were becoming more aware of the tension with every day that interacted.

Probably fucking not.

Y/n watched as Lando's faux upset face cracked into a smile as he began to laugh heartily. She couldn't help but smile. Y/n was finding it hard to hold onto whatever grudge she had before. Maybe Lando Norris and his perfect smile, and his stupid jokes and his charming attitude weren't all that bad. Maybe, just maybe.

But they had absolutely no affect on her. None at all.

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ynusername monaco post-gp (help me this guy is stalking me i can't get rid of him help hel

11,209 comments

user22 damn he took out my girl mid-sentence 😔

user23 Y/N POSTED LANDO?? AM I DREAMING?? AM I HAVING A STROKE??? OH GOD AM I DEAD

user24 girl calm the fuck down

user25 DOES THIS MEAN THE BEEF IS OVER

ynusername yes! (he has a gun to my head)

user26 LANY/N SHIPPERS WE RISE ONCE MORE

user27 get it together, they've posted together ONCE

user28 is lany/n in the room with us

user29 "lando and y/n getting along isn't real, it can't hurt you!" OH REALLY

landonorris i had other plans but i cancelled them to be your tour guide, you're welcome

ynusername me when i fucking lie

oscarpiastri do my eyes decieve me

ynusername shut up oscar

landonorris yeah shut up oscar

user30 couples that fight their friend together, stay together

ynusername i can and will block you 😃

user30 oh.

oscarpiastri no it's fine i didn't want to be invited

oscarpiastri i totally hate the ocean, it's not like i surf or anything

oscarpiastri looks boring, would've hated to go on a boat

landonorris other than the fact that i lost my flip flop in the ocean, it was fun i guess

user31 good job lando this came off exactly as nonchalant as you hoped king

ynusername HAHA LOSER YOU LOST YOUR SHOE

oscarpiastri I LOST SOMETHING ONCE 😞

user32 close enough, welcome back brocedes

ynusername literally what is the correlation here

user32 idk leave me alone

user33 um so this is actually insane

user34 i screamed so loud my neighbors called the cops because they thought i was being murdered

user35 can you be normal

user36 this might be the first original experience

user35 no, not original, just embarrassing

user37 i want to be excited about this but it feels so sinister

ynusername good, it should be

maxfewtrell never in my 23 years of living could i have expected this (lando messaged me to tell me what he was doing today)

user38 posting a comment is optional

maxfewtrell i have fomo, can i live

user39 lany/n shippers all around the world cheered

user40 oh you different friend!

user41 onto something ❌ on something ✅

user42 and the crowd is... the crowd is leaving??

user43 my crew lets go

user44 "war is over" we all say in unison

oscarpiastri not likely 💀

user23 HELLO OMFHADFSLJ

danielricciardo oh so you can hang out with him in monaco but not with me

ynusername sorry babygirl 😔 i didn't mean to abandon you

danielricciardo ew never fucking mind

maxverstappen1 i live in monaco too! hope this helps

ynusername i knew that already! hope this helps

maxverstappen1 oh.

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I AM SOOOOO SORRY THIS TOOK 5 MILLION YEARS TO BE UPDATED!! i am hoping to be more consistent moving forward, but my schedule is a bit of a mess with school. hopefully i'll be able to get some requests fulfilled soon as well though!

most importantly, thank you so much for all the love and support on this fic!! the amount of comments, asks, and dms asking about updates was staggering and it makes me so happy that you all like to so much (: receiving such positive feedback for this fic has honestly rejuvenated my love for writing so much, and i can't express how much the support means to me.

please keep leaving comments and dms with your thoughts, i love reading them <3 hope u enjoyed!

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[ryo-kaikura]

Yan! Male Teachers + Male Yandere x male reader

*this is based on a dream I had this morning*

(Reader is on his last year so he's 18 (he's not held back I just try to make it okay with an adult partner) (my dream is PG-13(the yandere is made up), I just like spice)

My life is normal I guess, the difference with normal people at my age is my current school. This is takes "school feels like a prison" seriously with how we sleep at school eat at school and etc.

For our class, it's literally right next to the teacher's room. And each grade has a different section. Because it's a prestigious school the student is a lot more than the teacher by 50% of the teachers population.

Anyway, you might be asking, do you always have class? The answer is no, cause our right door is a building for gym and gymnasium. The door in front of us is where usually all the supplies comes in.

Today there is a monthly test. it's usually for additional points and support for our future. Example: last year it was making a sentence that's in correlation with a word and we can't use that word. There lots more but every time we were paired.

Look at that I'm also paired up again weirdly enough it's the "prince of the school" the one that's said to be the best for our grade, though his grade is in the top two, guess who's grade is higher? That right me. Since we're better than everyone, we get hallway to ourselves

It's so fun being better at him, when he gets a 100% me too, when he gets a 99% Boohoo I got a 100%. His body is also quite fit, but it's obvious with my height and body that I'm still better than him, with his being shorter than me. It's quite fun toying with him, his expression of flustered and anger add a smidge of pink on his face, neck and tip of his ears.

We're getting carried away. This year's test is a box of puzzles? With a textured flooring? Whatever. We saw the first test, summarizing a foreign language book, and there's our names on it. It seems like something from our teacher Mr. David. Then he shows up, "hello Mr. David" "Hello, (m/n)~" He was always flirty with me "hi Mr. David" "Hello to you too, mark".then he told us about it in detail "As you can see it's summarizing a book and because I prefer (m/n) than you, mark, (m/n) gets a 50 page and you get a 250 page it's sounds quite fair don't you think (m/n)" "Sure 😀"

Anyway, we're done with that, the next are some simple mathematics and that's from our other teachers. Wow it looks like we have to build a Miniature real life-like humanoid chess pieces. Now it seems like we're done but there's no announcement, then I realized the flooring is a bit whacky so I try to pick one up. It works. I open one and inside it is extra pieces for the sculpture and that's from Mr. Sears, the science teacher that likes to use science to hide a lot of things

It's similar with how some sounds lie it has a lot but there is none and then one of then sounds like it doesn't have any but when we opened it there was a lot of extra sculpture pieces. Then I saw one of the boxes has a piece of paper. I was about to read it out loud then I feel a finger right next to my stomach, and I couldn't help but feel ticklish and jerk away from the finger. Turns out it the said teacher, Mr. Sears, and he kept tickling me every time I try to say it out loud. In the end he made me stand up and go to a corner and read it in my head. Most of it was clues until the last number on the price of paper that said 'I will be going to *city name* in a few days' "I don't care" "What!" " We're not that close teach~, Well not as close as me and Mr. David~."

Then he stormes off, don't know what happened but in the end me and Mark Finished first.

*A few days later*

It seems like Mr. Sears didn't go and one of our teacher was suddenly sent to the hospital

*A few month later*

I finally graduated, best of the year as well because of that I get a lot of money lie a billion I think. But right when I was going head home, I felt someone covering my head, then two people try to grab me and they're quite strong, but not strong enough. Suddenly I feel something injected to my neck. And I grew weak and dizzy not long after I passed out. While why kidnappers was smiling over me.

It's been a while since I woke up but I still don't know where I am. There a window that just over my head so I'm able to get hold of it and pulled my self up and saw... A beach?

Then after looking around and the sun almost overhead meaning it's currently 11.30 ish o'clock. Three people come in and guess who? It the weirdos. Mr. David feels shy, Mr. Sears a bit nervous and Mark quite happy.

And the brought their own dish a I must say the best is Mr. David, with the other two being barely palatable. In the end we slept right next to each other.

*A year later* (I'm lazy)

My self-made company worked well, but my "wives" seems quite jealous of everything I do even though we haven't gotten married yet and Mark and Sears are working as my two secretary and David being at home. I must say David's body got more chubby and soft, I like it. Mark kept trying to be better at me at everything and kept losing, example: who can cum the last, I won, who's stronger, I won, and much more. And Sears gotten smarter at where he's hiding my stuff, like my underwear, sweaty gym clothes, a pen I chewed.

I'm happy there entertaining because I just remembered I'm a side character in a book and they're male leads, all three of them, and who's the female lead you ask? The new rising employee in my own company, Janice.

[harukamitsuki]

I need Bakugou stans to realise that it's not that I hate him as a person. It's that I hate him as a character.

A lot of my favourite characters are unrepentant assholes, or assholes who are set to or have already been redeemed. Vegeta from DBZ, Ouma Kokichi from DGR: V3, Dio from JoJo, Laxus from Fairy Tail, Greed from FMA: B, Bill from Gravity Falls, and the list that goes on.

If a character is a terrible person, that's fine by me. But if the author tries and fails to redeem them, yet still acts as though they are suddenly this amazing person, that's when I have an issue with it.

Bakugou was originally written to be a minor antagonist, and that would have been fine, if Horikoshi didn't suddenly go "I drew him crying so imma fix him".

Redemption is such a complex yet simple thing to do. So when you try to do it and fail spectacularly, um, yeah, I do not enjoy that character or your writing.

That is my main issue with Bakugou. I do not think he deserved any redemption, not because he's a bad person, but because there is nothing to convince me that he could change.

He gets one scene where he goes, "boohoo I lost and everyone is stronger than me" then cries, and that's supposed to be enough for him to become a better person? That is nowhere near enough.

There was no moment that made me believe he genuinely regretted and took accountability for the abuse he put Izuku through in middle school.

"He changed!" That's not my issue. I don't care that he's changed. I care that I don't believe in it. If there was a plausible reason as to why he changed, then I would be fine with it. Maybe I'd even enjoy him!

The fact that he's changed doesn't mean shit if it's not believable.

"That was in middle school!" Okay. This one pisses me off the most. That was a year pre-canon? Oh, wow, I guess that's completely fine! It's not as if characters are the way they are based on their past. Oh, Itachi killed the Uchiha clan before canon! Okay, maybe comparing a massacre to bullying is a bit unfair. Still, just because it happened a year ago, it doesn't mean it never happened. It doesn't mean that he's changed considerably.

"Izuku doesn't have any lasting damage and forgave him!" And? Just because your friend forgives their bully, it doesn't mean you have to forgive them. And, again, I do not believe Bakugou's apology was good in anyway. He was trash-talking Izuku, blaming All Might for Izuku's behaviour, and didn't accept any culpability for what he did to him. He didn't tell anyone else what he did to Izuku. Also, if Izuku really didn't have any lasting damage from the bullying, then why did Bakugou's apology make him calm down? If he didn't care about the bullying, then why is he so relieved by the apology? BECAUSE HE WAS AFFECTED.

"Bakugou was being abused!" ... NO HE WASN'T!! Mitsuki is not abusive. Yes, she hit him round the back of his head. After he threatened her. Anyone with Asian parents can tell you that her hit does not hurt. Not only is it somewhat normal in Asian families, but it also doesn't hurt. We have no evidence that she is abusive. Horikoshi knows how to set up abusive families, as seen with the Todorokis. This not that. Either way, even if she was, being abused doesn't mean it's okay to abuse others. You can hurt without hurting others.

"It's the school and teacher's fault!" No, it's not. Part of the fault lies with them enabling him, but Bakugou is already fifteen when the series starts. His mother clearly doesn't agree with his attitude. The school is only partially to blame. Bakugou should have learned by himself what is right and what is not. In fact, he clearly does know considering he doesn't want any of that stuff on his records in case U.A. rejects him.

Again. I don't care if he's a terrible person. I care that he's a terrible character.

So the next time someone says that I'm stuck in Season One, take a moment and think about what you're saying. Bad people in fiction are entertaining. Bad characters are not.

[in-parkour-civilization]

hey yous all I didn't really want to make this post but here we are since there's a lot of you now

ASKBOX RULES!!

although nsfw IS allowed, I would like to emphasise that this is a BAD HEADCANONS ASK BLOG, key words: BAD HEADCANONS, NOT a confessional. I will not put in place any consequence, though I will be stricter as to whether it gets posted just PLEASEEE BE SENSIBLE!! if you don't know if you can send it, DON'T SEND IT!!

remember this is a LIGHTHEARTED BLOG!!! I'm just a silly little guy trying to spread some laughter.

once again I would just like to reiterate that this is a BAD HEADCANONS BLOG!!! a blog for UNSERIOUS headcanons!! see hyperlink for an explanation if you're unsure!! most of the time NSFW does NOT mean unserious so be careful with how you word those asks

BEFORE YOU SEND AN ASK!! either think 1) is this a headcanon? OR 2) is this ask funny? IF YOU FIND IT FITS IN EITHER ONE OF THOSE CATEGORIES, YOU SHOULD BE FINE SENDING IT!!

you goofballs. i love you but. just know you are SO FUCKING SPOILED<3 to have a blog that accepts nsfw. some people have just abused it a little and now I have to make sure I'm not waking up in the morning and checking my inbox lookin like

but on a lighter note!!! thank you to everyone who has sent in asks. some of yousall are SO HILARIOUS. THANK YOU SO MUCH I know putting up a rules list makes it seem like i hate you all. no i don't by the way. I just needed to clarify the loose guidelines I had made by solidifying them into rules. boohoo i'm sorry you brought it onto yourself this is getting a bit long now so

and as per usual!! bleach and cookies for the ride! goodbye

[sinner-sunflower]

A HH Lucifer-centric AU 12/?

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22

Fun fact:

I was supposed to include Heaven in this. The og plot was like Heaven was already friendly with them- like Luci's siblings, and they were supposed to be in the meeting back in chapter 4 and 5.

The argument would have been that Heaven is bound to help because Roo won't stop at Hell and it will eventually reach Heaven, making it their problem too.

But obviously I had a change of plans and I think this plot would be better.

A plot fit for a possible sequel, one might say.

Apologies for the shortness of the chapter but thank you still for the constant support! Your likes, reblogs, and comments are the things that give me inspiration to do this every day!

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The good news is the problem has not reached any of the upper rings in his absence. The bad news? Sloth is almost devoured.

Overgrown roots have enveloped the main city's buildings, he can't even see the Goetia territory anymore. The blood-red flowers are still spewing black miasma and he can feel it slightly burn his skin.

Lucifer thinks that this is what real Hell looks like.

This means that everyone is just exerting enough power to keep it at bay but not enough to fully stop it. Lucifer was right in his decision to look for Goodie. Speaking of Goodie- the embodiment of good barely reacts. If she's being burned by the mist, she's doing a pretty good job of not showing it.

Goodie: Oh my. What trouble you are causing, Roo.

A fucking understatement but Lucifer won't argue. This is trouble, but a million times worse.

Lucifer: Let's go.

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At one corner of Sloth, the Sins and the other higher powers of Hell have just finished another round of the sealing ritual. They've been going at it a month straight, there is no end in sight, and they are exhausted. Even Alastor is mostly drained as he is leaning a lot on his cane.

Beelzebub: Fuck! I knew this wasn't going to be easy but what the fuck?!

Someone scoffs.

Vox: Maybe if our dear king is here this would be over. Like, where the fuck is he huh??

Leviathan: Don't forget who you are speaking to, filthy sinner!

Vox: Oh boohoo. If we're all gonna die anyway, why should I be afraid of you? Should've known that absentee of a ruler left us all to rot after damning us here in the first place-

Vox suddenly finds a giant hand wrapped around his throat. It took him a few seconds of reconfiguration before he clearly saw who the fuck-

Vox: Fuckin- gah! Alastor!

Alastor has transformed into a taller, lankier, and more sinister of himself. Eyes turned into radio dials, face, and body adorned with glowing green stitches like a puppet whose master has on a string.

Alastor: Shouldn't frivolous televisions come with a silent setting?

Vox: Fuck! Off!

Alastor: Hahaha! What is the matter, Vox? You seem to have developed the illusion that you are the strongest person in the room. Shall I remind you of what came about your moth friend?

Velvette: You better let him go, old man!

Velvette yelled to back up Vox. She flinches as Alastor turns his head in her direction with a sickening snap of his neck.

Not wanting to back off, she was about to argue more when Carmila stepped in.

Carmila: Velvette! Cease this at once. Do you and the Vees have no self-preservation??

Velvette: Well- I- Vox's right and you lot know it! Great Lucifer called us all here, basically threatened us to help him fix a mess he caused, then fucks off to God knows where leaving us to practically kill ourselves for a mess, again, HE CAUSED!

The Sins and Goetia's have now transformed into their more monstrous forms at hearing the disrespect the lowly sinner said about their King.

Velvette and Vox are saved from near-permanent death by a commanding voice.

Lucifer: Kneel.

Everyone's bodies acted on their own. Their knees bled from the sudden contact on the ground.

None of them could move- try as they might. Their air became heavier, plus with the miasma, a lot of them were gasping for air. Nothing is coming in. They can't breathe. They can't-

They look up to see the King of Hell and an unknown woman. Unknown to most but the Sins very much recognize her as indicated by the widening of their eyes.

Satan: Goodie!

The woman giggles and waves cheerfully as if there wasn't a looming threat in the air.

Goodie: My, my. What big mouths you have~

----------------------------------------------------

What to look forward to in Part 13:

Some talks and reprimanding.

Another round of ritual.

The situation becomes worse.

Lucifer and Goodie's solution.

[gece-misin-nesin]

I saw the previous anon's post and omg yes! I have a feeling I'm gonna be returning to your blog often to rant about Tim- tell me now if you don't want that 😭

But omg I read a fic about Alfred not letting Jason back into the manor after attacking Tim and the author replied back to someone's comment being like "Alfred loves Jason but he would never let him back in after assaulting a minor." WHAT????

The rage that overtook me was insane because Alfred literally is Enabler #1. Bro has beeeeeeennn letting 11 year old children fight violent crime on the streets of Horrid Gotham. Also Jason was like what 19 during that incident? Don't people realize they're also doing a disservice to Tim's character by making him this weak dude who could barely fight against Jason and boohoo he's soooo traumatized that he flinches around Jason :(((((((

GOD STFUUUUUU it makes me livid PLEASE

Do people think the Robins are twinks or something? They're all like canonically super tall and muscular. They fight incredibly well. Tim was fighting Jason too.

ALSO also. I see wayyyy too many fics where Tim has horrible parents and grew up poor/was never fed. Please be real. The kid grew up rich and has never experienced poverty or anything close to it. Comparing trauma is horrible, always, but God sometimes I just wanna be a horrible person and scream about how Jason has BEEN having it soooo much worse than everyone in the batfam

I am so sorry for this long rant, please tell me if you don't want anymore asks like this 😭

I always welcome Tim rants! (and asks in general)

But yeah that fic you mentioned sounds horrid and AGREE SOOO HARD ON ALFRED. No offense, but guy has practically zero spine considering he was fine with Bruce letting a NINE YEARD OLD being a vigilante and then CONTINUE doing it w other kids. Like I know it's a genre convention but NINE??? Alsoalso tim and jason are 3 years apart MAX without accounting for jason's time spent dead+ comatose+ catatonic. "jason assaulting a minor" my ASS when I guarantee you tim was probably hurt worse during patrol before. And exaggerating tim's parents is..ew. I legit read fanfic where 16 yo tim was apparently smaller than robin jason, which ,, no chance in hell. Also, I'm pretty sure they were away on work a lot, not neglect levels? but i have never read abt tim so idk.

Thanks for the ask!

[nardos-primetime]

Something about the concept of a not quite stereotypically villainous rise turtles au but an au where they just. Don't. They all just feel so overworked/used/stressed/underappreciated that they just. Stop at some point. Discontent brewing within the family because they all go "my dad has done shit all why should I have to carry the burdens."

People keep getting mutated. Danger keeps occurring. Mutants are seen as even more of a threat because who's there to stop the actually bad ones? Not the turtles. Why should they? They're kids. Boohoo for you new York but they're too busy getting mad about why dad isn't fucking caring for them.

And when Splinter finally wants to acknowledge problems, it's too late. There's a brick wall up. Even with Raph, he's shut down. It's too late. Maybe Leo even pawns off their weapons to a certain hotel, I mean, if they aren't going to use them, why have them?

"Why should the world rely on me? Lord knows you don't think I'll amount to anything no matter what I try."

"I want to create for myself. Not anyone else. I'm tired of being the family repairman."

"You weren't there. Great job. Since you love to put us down, I guess it's GREAT that everyone's acting like you for once!"

"...I have to watch the others."

Nothing gets better. The sewers become a place full of boys who just lounge, no motivation to do anything, really. Rotting in bed. Rotting on the floor. Home doesn't feel like a place to do things since Splimyer is always nagging them

Just something about the thought is interesting to me.

[lovemyromance]

I find it weird how people will call azriel such things and on how the way he acts and still ship him with GWYN. like what???

It's all performative. If they *really* thought Azriel was an incel, fuckboi, disgusting player as they claim, they would never ship him with their favorite character. It's just common sense.

But, if they want their crackship to have any claim to canon, then they have to bring up the bonus chapter. Since it's the only scene on paper we have with Azriel & Gwyn interacting alone (not just referred to). Personally, I don't believe anything about that interaction was romantic in the slightest, but Gwynriels are happy to mistake friendly banter and sparky sparky glow glow as unfailing proof that they're mates. Whatever floats their boat.

However, they know if they want to make everyone use the bonus chapter in ACOSF as proof of their ship, they have to find a way to explain that pesky Elriel sexual-tension moment that exists in the first half of the chapter.

There are 2 reasons why characters might have a romantic/physical/mildly sexual encounter:

1. Because they have feelings for each other and are mutually attracted to each other

2. One of them at least, just wants to get laid

Since Gwynriels hold the belief that Azriel & Gwyn are mates, then obviously it won't do to have Azriel in love with and attracted to Elain. So they started this narrative of

"azriel is a fuckboy who only lusts after Elain he is disgusting and foul and gross for having sexual thoughts about a woman he absolutely shouldn't love."

They are happy to keep echoing this toxic idea through all platforms online, even if it's not true, even if they themselves don't believe that - all because they know Gwynriel cannot happen unless they find a way to nullify Azriel's yearning for Elain in the bonus chapter.

In short, they need that BC to have a ship, but they cant accept everything in it otherwise they know it will only make the Elriel evidence stronger.

So they sit behind their computers and trash this poor respectful character because he doesn't have those "filthy gross thoughts" about the character they DO like. Boohoo. So sad.

But don't you worry! Once Azriel realizes he is only lusting after Elain, he will immediately shove her away and become the MOST respectful and kind batboy again with lil Gwyn.

Somehow.

After they both "heal".

Sure. Yeah that sounds right.

[slaygentford]

💖 leslou 💖

sexiest thing to ever happen on my television screen. loustat revolutionized my expectations for television like you think I'm joking but i'm genuinely not. everyone that isn't going as hard as them is so disappointing to me now. everything I see coming out now that's either all white or all straight or no harrowing violence I'm like grow up. like genuinely this show cracked me open, Louis in particular. hes a character of color with every inch the violence and sexuality and complexity not just of the genre but of like genuinely just really good. really good television. and genuinely just seeing that character made me so mad at every other show on planet earth bc it showed me what we could be having. and ive never seen it on THAT level before in American mainstream media and everyone is such a fucking coward that isnt doing that. idk it's just so like insane to me like yeah I care about the characters obviously I'm insane about the characters. but Jesus fuck dude like. I genuinely have lost so much respect for eeeeveryone else who isn't doing this bc rolin really said cant write a character like Louis? skill issue. and it fucking is. there's no bellyaching theres no performative bullshit its JUST a good character the kind of character we ALWAYS could have had and can have going forward. I am so fucking sick of white people and the fascination with them when such fantastic depth can be aded with race and you know what thats another thing. is that a lot of the convo about representation in media is SSOOOO FUCKING STUPID like stupid to the point of being cringe like it's just so so so so stupid and Louis rockets right past any of that. the story is intrinsically tied to his blackness but the story isnt like fucking booktok chicana new adult bull shit number 1,225 boohoo mangoes two dimensional self exploitative prostitutional BULL. SHIT. race IS the story but not the way that Race Is The Story of every person fetishizing their own pain. white people don't even look at this post btw. die also. sorry I forgot what I was saying. oh yeah loustat. yeah idc the other one. Louis specifically. his sexuality and race changed how I watch tv and set the bar infinitely higher and made me realize that I CAN have it all. I can fucking have it all on my screen whenever I want; not just I should, I CAN. and FUCK supernatural.

[mad-hatter-memes]

Athena P Quotes

A collection of dialogue prompts from various videos from Youtuber Athena P. Feel free to edit quotes if needed.

TW: Swearing, threats, and suggestive stuff

"First of all, asshole, rhinos are vegetarians!" "[Name], you're on my shitlist, I'll see you in hell!" "You did not cook, you burnt the whole kitchen down." "I am having beef with an alive 80 year old. I don't care, she sucks!" "I might say I'm a "bad bitch". But maybe I'm just a bitch." "What was the point in arousing me before you did that?" "Honest to goodness, I don't understand why they're fucking right now." "That was really heteronormative, [Name]. And on pride month no less." "Why do these things always happen...why are men like this?!" "Most people think you look like a prepubescent, sexless, sack of shit...but not me." "This is a crime scene! Have some respect!" "Hey friend...can you calm the fuck down?" "You're the lesbian-est lesbian I know." "If I were to travel back in time and fuck a caveman, that would be weird right? Asking for a friend..." "Shiver me timbers you look depressed." "Long story short...I'm on the run." "Who told you about my asscrack?!" "Oh boohoo your sister cared for you too much, shut up!" "Your lifespan's gonna be tiny if you keep this up!" "Everyone does have to like me; it's the law!" "[Name], I'm exhausted. Can I have my body back?" "Do I need to kick your boss's ass? Do we need to break up? Both?" "What if one day...I wake up and I'm conjoined to my twin?!" "I don't care how many people will die, we need to show off our power!" "Why is damage attractive to you?!" "Do you swear to not kiss anyone cringey or problematic when you're older?" "I can't fit through an air vent, my ass is too big!" "Let's bend the will of other people to make them fully go fucking out of their mind for us." "Where are the nice people at?!" "Who do I have to befriend around here to get a song?" "Hey, I'm kissing your daughter here! Keep it down!"

[asirensrage]

When your dumb dog dies at least it's finally getting away from you and is free from your pick me manic pixie girl impersonation. You're so fake I feel like barfing. You act like you're so attractive and every dude is in love with you. I don't believe you dated your neighbor in the basement and I don't believe you have a secret admirer who left all these amazing LPs outside your door. It all sounds like a fantasy in your head. I think you have a boring sad little life and you log into Tumblr and make little text posts about yourself with made up stories about how wonderful you are.

And your sad little pick me followers are so desperate for validation they latch onto you and make pathetic little presents to get your attention. They want validated and you want validated. It's one big jerk circle. You said you feel intimidated by someone's writing and you'll never be that good and your lame audience goes you're so wonderful Sara. And you said but don't worry I will improve when you really think you're wonderful.

I feel sorry for the dog because you have ruined it's life by existing and now it's going to die boohoo what a waste

Hey Anon? Fuck you.

No, seriously, go fuck yourself. What type of person straight-up tells someone that they basically hope their dog dies? How fucked up are you?

Your self-loathing and your jealousy is festering.

I mean it, you seem to have wasted your fucking life and take it out on everyone else you decide not to like. Do you have the notifications on for my blog? Does your heart race every time you see I've posted or reblogged something and you think you can use this against me? As if this is finally going to give you the satisfaction that you're missing from your miserable life?

I don't give a fuck whether or not you believe me about the things that happen in my life. I don't know you and I'm eternally grateful for it since you clearly have no idea how to regulate your own emotions. You would be exhausting to be around. Toddlers can learn how to do that. Children know when they need to take a break and walk away, or to not engage with something that upsets them. Why can't you?

You really hate the fact that I can continue being positive and encouraging, that people enjoy my writing enough to gift me their creations because I've inspired them. You know why you don't have any of that? Because your fucking toxic attitude can be felt in your writing and through the very screen I read your words on. You put yourself on display with every interaction and it shows. No wonder you're alone.

I do think my own writing is fucking fantastic. You know why? because I continue to work on it. Because I let myself be inspired by others instead of letting jealousy and hate eat at my heart until there's nothing left but a cold emptiness that you continue to try to fill and take it out on everyone you see who you think has what you want.

You don't deserve any accolades if this is how you think you can treat people just because you can hide your face. Put your mouth where your money is, anon. Fucking say that shit to my face, with your actual account and not a burner. But you won't. God forbid you actually admit that you're a fucking terrible person who needs validation and attention in any way that you can gain it.

I hope the world gives you everything you've ever offered others on anon. See how you fucking like it.

[gold-rhine]

Hsr update was a thing that happened... I'm just wondering what is HAPPENING with the writing?? Like it was never good imo but they know how to write in a few companion quests. Like belebog are y'all okay?? I've unistalled the game temporarily so I can have space for my other games but am wondering if I should even bother going back (I probably will for Like a character design I like or for nanook or yaoshi or xipe) the story just keeps getting more confusing in terms of direction. Like what are they trying to show here? Even the game play can't keep my attention long.

Anywhoo I think this can all be fixed if they just give the people what they want

Nanook

right???? like idk whats happening on luofu bc they don't tell you shit and i'm not piecing together drama from expedition clues, thank you very much.

but for belobog its like. hsr spoilers btw. first we gonna lie to ppl that the tyrant that segregated half of them in underground mines without ever letting them see the sun and sent the other half to senseless wars with monsters is a hero actually. so they don't lose hope and bronya gets to conveniently step into position of tyrant herself, which everyone is like yeah she's the best option, shes so great!

then space amazon shows up and demands that they own the entire planet to cover 700 yold debt. they promise to solve ecological catastrophe, but everyone is gonna be amazon slave now. which ok, i can believe space amazon is this scummy, sure. but then instead of fighting it, instead of finding out precisely whats gonna happen to people, asking success rate, which methods are gonna be used, you know, asking ANYTHING. bronya reads letter from amazon union breaker executive whos like "my planet was bad too, and then we were sold to amazon and everything is a-okay now, so amazon's slavery is good actually:) you should trust me:)"

bronya is like hhm she sounds trustworthy:) then she asks opinion of like. 10 ppl. and is ready to sign ALL OF HER PLANET TO AMAZON SLAVERY

then himeko shows up like hey so i googled it, and amazon terraforming only succeeds in 60% of cases, otherwise you guys might die. bronya is like wow no slavery then >:\

and then she wins over amazon executive corporat by showing like. the giant engine first tyrant ordered to make. and union breaker, who btw took control of all robots and already sent them against local military AND fought main character directly, is like oh wow! your planet has strong leaders which my planet didn't, so your planet can stay free :)

like... the implications... bc "strong leaders" are literal tyrants... who, again, locked half of ppl into underground mines... and last tyrant was ready to destroy the whole planet... that these tyrants are the reason belobog is special from "weak" planets who can't survive by themselves and need to be owned by amazon... like what the actual fuck hoyo

oh and then we're supposed to feel sorry for amazon corporat bc she got demoted one rank :( boohoo i hope she gets shot, like?? are you kidding me??

its like if nahida didn't took akasha down, and instead dottorre demanded she has to let him use all the power of akasha and energy from sumeru's ppl minds as payment for akademiya debts. and she convinced him not to with power of friendship (but she kept exploiting ppl's dreams with akasha). and then we see a scene where dotorre is reprimanded by tsaritsa and we're supposed to be sad for him. like lol. lmao even.

also, i think plot expects me to fight nanook in the end. which like. no. i hope yall are getting crushed by his giant gold titties.

[sweetiesicheng]

dino - diner

word count : 868

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you and your group of friends had just left the place where prom was held. all of you were crowded in a booth at a diner, and you noticed other people from your school sitting at nearby tables.

"did you hear about the cheer captain?" one of your friends asked.

"about her and that junior varsity basketball kid? it sounds so cliché," you replied to her.

"but it happened! can't deny what's real," another one of your friends spoke up.

"can't believe a jv kid scored her. she's way out of his league," one of the guys said while undoing his tie.

a server came by with your meals. all of you started eating together and took random pictures to commemorate the night.

"this milkshake is too good," you mentioned before taking another sip.

"can i try?" chan asked. he was sitting next to you and only had a water to drink.

"here," you said and slid the glass over. he took a sip before smiling.

"oh, it's really good," he replied.

"hey, chan!" one of your friends called out from across the table. all of you looked over to see a guy looking back at your table, “what's with you and not having a date? i thought you were going with the girl in our class?" he asked.

chan shrugged, "just didn't want to go with her. she ended up asking someone else anyways."

"chan likes someone!" one of the guys from your table exclaimed.

"what the hell are you talking about? eat your food and be quiet!" chan said to him, clearly a bit flustered.

"oh, just admit it already chan," one of the girls said to chan. "i bet it's someone here," she said and started looking around the restaurant.

"stop it already, f/n," chan said and ate some of his food.

"who would look good with chan?" another girl asked.

"hey, stop it already. he's blushing like crazy," another girl said to your friends before picking up her phone. "oh, the seniors are throwing a party right now. should we go?" she asked all of you.

"i can't. i have to go to work tomorrow," you immediately replied. "and i'd prefer to not to be hungover."

"boohoo, you've gone to work hungover before y/n. come on, live a little," one of the guys said to you.

you rolled your eyes, "tell that to my liver."

"are the rest of us going then?" chan asked after he put his glass of water down.

"yea, i'm down to go.”

"me too!"

"hey, who's gonna drop y/n off?" one of the guys asked.

"oh, i can," chan offered.

you looked at him. "you sure? i can just call my brother," you replied to him.

"don't worry about it. i gotcha," he said to you.

"come on, come on. i wanna see if i can get a senior's number," one of the girls said.

-

"bye y/n! get home safe!"

"bye!"

"see you guys!" you waved as you walked with chan to his car. "thanks for driving me," you said to him.

"no problem," he replied.

both of you got into his car and he started driving.

"so why didn't you have a date for prom this year?" chan asked as he drove.

"me? no one asked me, not that i care," you replied. "i would rather go with friends anyways," you mentioned. "you know, i almost didn't go this year. i didn't really care that much."

"then why did you go?" he asked.

you shrugged, "i guess just to be with everyone. better than being home doing nothing."

"well, i'm glad you went tonight," he admitted to you. "dinner was probably the best part," he added.

"dinner was nice. we should've just went to the diner instead of going to prom," you laughed. "so...who do you like?"

"huh?!"

you started laughing at chan, who became flustered again.

"d-don't ask that! i'm driving!" he scolded you while stopping at a light.

"that was so funny," you said to him, still laughing at him, "but seriously, who do you like? i mean, you have to like someone since you didn't have a date."

"i...i like someone. don't know if she's interested in dating though," he admitted. "she's really nice, really sweet. we'll see. her birthday is soon, so maybe i'll get her like a cupcake or something."

"oh that'd be cute!" you said to him as chan drove onto your street. "you should go to the bakery by your dance studio. it's so good," you recommended to him.

"i've been there a few times. i like it," he mentioned and turned into your driveway. "alrighty, here we are," he said as he drove up the driveway. "have fun at work tomorrow," he said after putting his car in park.

you groaned, "don't remind me." chan chuckled. "thanks for driving," you said as you took your seatbelt off.

"no problem. see ya at school," he said. you got out of the car but just as you were about to close the door, chan asked you something. "hey, what's your favorite flavor of cupcake?"

"favorite...flavor?"

your response left chan chuckling.

"for your birthday, idiot."

[official-saul-goodman]

I dont follow you but I wanted to say I'm white/quarter latina and I unabashedly understand you adding white people to your dni after the fucking Adina thing because what the actual fuck and thank you for those posts painting out everything else because that was the first I saw of it, I never saw their posts before they deactivated. I was only mutuals with them for a few months and we only interacted a few times and I was fucking nauseated this morning when I saw the posts of this coming out like they need help and also to go to hell fr. When I searched their name this morning one of the first posts that came up was you answering an ask about that archive blog with all the proof and it's so much worse who the fuck double racefakes???? as Jewish and Roma???? And all that other shit?????? Goddamn. I didn't know them too long, and I feel betrayed and pissed so I can't imagine how angry mutuals that I knew them for years are. I hate white people we fucking suck like what is there to say other than what a cunt like genuinely. Anyway, I just wanted to thank you because that ask of yours popping up is what brought it to my awareness and led me to that archive blog.

It's no problem honestly. I only figured out the Jewish faking thing after i got an anon ask detailing that they also lied about being Jewish before deactivating, and then the archive blogger sent me asks as well giving me more information and then the archive blogger and i had a several hour long conversation where they told me more information.

It was so much worse than i ever thought possible cause Adina Littlegreenfag just lied about EVERYTHING. They like lied to EVERYONE - their MUTUALS, their followers, Romani people, Jewish people... And the list goes on.. The fact that they faked everything just to make themself feel 'more interesting' and 'less boring' too.

And then after they confessed and we're then confronted by people who trusted them, what they did was guilt trip and threaten with self harm and suicide. They self flagellated and self victimised, being like 'well i don't know what else to do i don't have a life outside of the internet boohoo'. Like totally unserious and unrepentant.

Thank you for understanding why i have white people dni on my blog lmao. Simply cannot trust them any longer.

[juxtp0se]

what didn’t you like about ch s2?? ive only watched s1 and am curious about s2 but wary :/ hope you’re having a great day!!!!!!

thank you! i hope you are too!

and i don't wanna be on the bandwagon of people who are like "boohoo it's not like the original", because there's a lot of people who do like it! but it definitely feels like a totally different show than the original, and it's not one i like very much 😭

the sex & violence is CRANKED up way high to a gross degree, and there's a lot of plots that make me super uncomfortable like: (almost) statutory ra/pe between abe and a teacher, a kid taking pictures from it to blackmail him, the teachers encouraging teens drinking, the teachers trying to stage sexual rships between the teens ... it goes farther than the original ex. Beer Mountain "i'm 21!" where then the beer was non-alcoholic.

and in s3: scudworth explicit sexual fantasy of skunky-poo (revealed as a girl)?? gender-bent scudworth and mr b who also have weird sex scenes. i didn't watch s3 it just breached containment.

it seems like they're excited to go from a TV channel in the 2000's to a streaming service, where it gives them more leeway with how far they can stretch the adult themes, but it hinders the humor because they rely so heavily on that.

like they love to make gay jokes about the guys but then throw them with women, but it seems f/f shipping is marketable so it's well-written and sweet.

otherwise s1 is very visually pleasing with the colors and style, but the new seasons look clunky and the colors are super vibrant to the point it's like ewwww ( thats my opiniooonnn!!!!!!!!📢)

everyone's personalities are really off, especially joan and cleo. the original was a satire on teen dramas, while the new seasons feel like a cash-grab that studied the fandom for five minutes. they rush through ships so much, knowing that jfk/joan was a fan favorite, and then split them up to bring back the abe/joan will-they wont-they

they keep baiting to bring gandhi back if the show does well? but honestly gandhi couldn't save it ( TO MEEE. to me )

it feels like out-of-touch adults who don't know what satire means anymore.

i'm sorry to be a hater but this is just my take, i know the team worked/works hard and they're passionate about what they do.

[zombie-rott]

Won't You Show Me Your Weakness?: Part II

Pairing: Cumulus / Swiss

Warnings: NSFW / SMUT - Literally as you jump into this chapter it's just smutty.

Synopsis:

"Swiss felt realisation dawn on him. It had to be love, there was no other explanation. His body had chosen a mate, and that’s why this felt so different to him than the usual cat-and-mouse games that he played with lovers."

Or

Swiss is desperately in love with Cumulus but he's not sure she feels the same.

Notes:

This has been in the works for weeks thanks to the help of a fellow Ghost fan and good friend of mine holding my hand along the way. I'm not a cliche/troupe person, so when the idea of this 'little' fic bloomed, I was hesitant. But I've had so much fun creating this little world that has now grown into a to-be collection!

So, yes, it's cliche! It's your run-of-the-mill 'I love her but I don't know if she loves me boohoo' story, with a happy ending and little to no angst! It's so outside my usual long-fic that I am almost 100% sure it'll fail.

But, man, this felt fun to write.

A03 Part 1

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The beginning of any tour always started with the Ghouls organising who got which bunk. Papa, of course, had first pick and often chose to sleep a few empty beds away to give the devils some privacy. But other than that, it was a free-for-all. As Cumulus was new to this particular routine, she hung back in the lounge and allowed her fellow ghouls to get the first pick. She didn’t put much thought into where she was sleeping so long as there were plenty of beds to go around. That was until she realised she was in the bunk below Swiss. 

While they weren’t sleeping in the same small, cramped cubicle, it felt intimate. And, going by Swiss’ face, he wasn’t much pleased either. But, not wanting to cause a fuss, neither Cumulus nor Swiss raised the issue. They just silently put away their respective belongings, avoiding touching each other as much as possible, and went about their own business. 

That night as they were going to bed it was hard for Swiss not to focus on the shape of her body beneath her night clothes. Even with an oversized band shirt and some long pyjama bottoms, Swiss could still make out the beautiful curve of her waist. 

He felt his breath catch in his throat. 

How was he going to do this for six weeks without giving himself away? She was simply brushing her fangs in their cramped tour bathroom, and he was already at half-mast. Growling, he decided to slip silently into his bunk lest she spot his growing lust.

Swiss swore he could hear his heart hammering in his chest as he thought about her. He squeezed his eyes shut and willed his erection to disappear, but there he found fantasies of what was beneath the air-ghouls clothing. Then there were the softer thoughts like the sound of her voice as they laughed together, or the smell of her scent after rehearsal.

How must she smell after a real, live show? One where she'd been playing for millions, wrapped up in her glamour and stage-suit. 

Lucifer below. How delicious would that be?

He bit at his bottom lip as his hands palmed over the crotch of his boxers. How many times had he stroked himself to thoughts of her knelt between his legs, or bent over his bed? Now here he was, stuck in a cramped tin box with a hard-on above the one he was hard for? 

As embarrassing as that thought was, he felt himself grow harder at the thought. Surely he could just wait until he was sure everyone fell asleep and then touch himself for her? No one would know. 

Except he didn’t think he could hold out that long. He was struggling not to rip down his boxers, force a pillow into his mouth and fuck himself. 

Then he heard her shift below him. She let out a small, almost stifled sigh. 

His cock jumped as he palmed it harder. Was she touching herself too? 

The very thought made him pulse, and then, cursing, he had his hand wrapped around his cock. Gently he began to stroke himself as he thought about her below him, her fingers toying with her nipples while the others played with her clit. 

Another small huff from below and a slight movement. 

Swiss’ breath caught in his throat as he bit back a moan. In a moment of clarity, he bit down into his pillow as his hand continued to pump. 

Images of her bombarded his mind. He pictured her down on her knees with his dick in her mouth, gazing up through her long lashes as she sucked him dry. And then there was the one of her sitting on top, slowly teasing him by riding him slowly as she played with herself. 

Despite himself, he grunted. His eyes shot open as soon as the rough noise left his throat. He waited, his hand still on his throbbing dick. Then, there, the tiniest of whines emitted from below him and he was certain that she was sharing in his pleasure. 

He bit down on his pillow as he teased himself, slowly running his enclosed hand up and down his shaft. His eyes squeezed shut as he thought about her sliding her fingers into her slick core, her own mouth full as she struggled not to squeal his name. 

It wasn't long before he came with a shutter, his fangs buried deep into his pillow in a bid to stifle his moans. Then came the feelings of shame that he'd become all too familiar with lately.

Swiss wiped himself off on the sheets before kicking them to the foot of his bunk. He'd deal with them tomorrow, but for now, all he wanted to do was hide away in his room back at The Ministry away from prying ears and eyes.

Lucifer, it was going to be a long and no doubt hard tour.

~ ~ ~ ~

Things didn’t get any easier after that first night. In fact, there was more discomfort between the two than ever before. While no one else seemed to notice (other than Papa because he was nothing if not observant) Cumulus felt the tension hanging thick in the air. 

She'd heard him and he'd heard her, and both knew it. Yet, they were entirely unwilling to approach it.

Both were relieved when they were setting up for their first show because it meant that, from then on, they would be one hundred per cent occupied and focused on their rituals. It meant going from venue to venue, playing night after night, and spending their days travelling, setting up or sleeping. 

They would both be too burned out to even think about each other. Or so was the initial belief. 

Between the close proximity on the bus and the excitement of rituals, both were finding it harder than ever to avoid each other. And even more so to stop thinking about each other when they were mere metres apart.

After the third night of rituals, Swiss could feel his head swimming with lust when he caught wind of her scent as she left the stage. She was laughing with Rain and the Ghoulettes, each of them elated with how amazing the show had been. Swiss hung back with Dew and some of the other ghouls as they waited for Papa to exit from the left wing.

Mountain jabbed him between the ribs with his elbow.

“ What do you think of Mama Mia for tonight’s movie?” The earth ghoul asked.

“I don’t think so, guys. I might just skip this one,” Swiss sighed, the thought of seeing Cumulus already awakening the butterflies deep in his belly. 

“C’mon, there’ll be snacks and Mounty’s brought some amazing weed from the greenhouses.” Dew knew Swiss couldn’t resist some of Mountain’s homegrown pot. 

Copia bounced down the steps from the stage and gestured for the remaining ghouls to follow him. Collectively they made their way back to the bus. 

“Honestly? I’m just not feeling it tonight.” 

Phantom gently poked Dew from behind. The fire ghoul shot him a glance, his eyes hidden behind his mas, and raised his shoulders in a shrug. It wasn’t like Swiss to turn down a night of getting high, watching movies and indulging in junk food. Even when he was dog-tired, he always enjoyed the closeness with his pack. 

But not tonight. Tonight his demeanour was low, his stride was off and they'd all noticed his stage presence was a little more toned down than usual.

So Dew did what any concerned friend would do. He pulled the multi-ghoul aside just as they all began to file into the bus.

“Why don’t we roll one for ourselves and hang out here for a bit?” The smaller ghoul offered as he finally removed his helmet. 

Swiss followed suit and unclipped his. Even in his mortal glamour, Dew could sense the apprehension from his best friend. 

Finally, the taller ghoul sighed, his shoulders sagging. 

“Sure.” 

Dew instructed him to climb up to the roof of the bus and he’d meet him there. Swiss gave his helmet to the other ghoul and went to find a spot for them to sit. It had to be well away from the lounge the other ghouls and Papa would be in, lest this conversation was to go the way he suspected it was. Dew was anything but dumb, and he certainly wasn’t blind when it came to Swiss and his mannerisms. They were platonic soul mates and practically knew everything about each other, so of course the fire ghoul sensed his strange mood.

In fact, Swiss was both offended and relieved that it had taken him four full days to ask him about it. 

It didn’t take long for the fire ghoul to return, two rolled joints in his hand and a blanket in the other. While the fire ghoul ran hot, Swiss had always struggled to cope with the colder atmosphere of the surface as opposed to his home in the pit. Fortunately, Dew knew this and always ensured he had something to keep him warm if they were smoking together on the roof of The Ministry.

With a soft smile, Dew wrapped his best friend up in the plush, branded blanket and settled himself down beside him.

“So.” Dew passed his friend one of the joints and the lighter. 

Swiss balanced it between his lips, cupped his hands and lit the tip. He inhaled sharply, allowing the cool feeling of smoke to whip through his lungs before releasing his breath. He coughed a little before puffing again and passing on the joint. 

“So what, Dewy?” 

“So what’s eating you?” 

Swiss considered this question for a moment, his head beginning to fill with a familiar haze.

“I’m just a little lost at the minute. Not really feeling myself.” He shrugged and stared off into the sky, “It happens.” 

“Not to you. At least not often and definitely not while out on tour. This is your happy place, Swissroll, but you don’t seem all that happy.” 

“I-I just- I keep thinking about something, someone, and it’s kind of hard not to think of them. I’ve never had this feeling before. I want to be around them all the time, and not just for sexual reasons or that fun stuff. But for, like, holding each other, and kissing them and maybe some mundane, you know, mate stuff.”

Swiss took a long drag of the joint, cursing himself for his honesty. Pot always did loosen his lips. 

Dew narrowed his eyes before throwing himself flat against the roof of the bus. 

“Mate stuff?” He repeated,“ Like doing the dishes together and raisin’ kits?” 

Swiss felt his cheeks flush. Did he want all that? The fluff, and cuddles and baking brownies together? 

“I suppose so, yeah. But without the kits. No matter who I end up with, I don’t think kits are a good idea for me. But the rest I can manage. And the weird thing is that there’s literally no one else I can imagine doing dishes with for eternity but them.”  

Dew lay silently beside him, puffing clouds of smoke up into the sky between drags. The sky was marred by the lights of the city, masking the stars and nebulas above. Yet, Dew continued to stare for what felt like hours, interested in whatever it was he saw in the misty haze. 

Why wasn’t he answering? 

“Dewy-?” 

“Are they on the bus? Do you love them?” Dew interrupted.

Did he love Cumulus? 

“Because if you’re talking about mating, you realise that means you’re in love right? In the romantic, human sense. That’s essentially what a mate is to us. Someone to love, and fuck, and breed kits with, and do shit boring things like wash the God-damned dishes.” 

Swiss felt realisation damn on him. It had to be love, there was no other explanation. His body had chosen a mate, and that’s why this felt so different to him than the usual cat-and-mouse games that he played with lovers. But, instead of feeling happy, Swiss felt his stomach twist with anxiety. 

What if she didn’t feel the same and he was stuck like this? He’d heard of that happening in the pit and the ghouls it befell were doomed to unrequited love, never to find another. But he’d never known enough about mating to care. If he were entirely honest, he had reserved himself to never finding a mate and just fucking his way through eternity like the demons who raised him. They never cared for love or intimacy. They had only cared about sins and pleasure, and everything in between, so, naturally, that’s all Swiss was exposed to as a young kit among demon-kin. 

The sudden awakening of his ghoulish instincts simply hadn’t crossed his mind. 

“Shit.” Swiss muttered, “I didn’t even think about it like that, but - fuck, dude- I think you might be right.” 

Dew passed the remainder of the joint to Swiss before reaching both his hands behind his head. He huffed out a long, deep sigh. 

“Fuck, Swissroll. That must suck, huh?” 

Swiss stubbed and flicked the roach off onto the ground below them. He pulled the blanket tighter around him and buried his head into the soothing fabric. 

Lucifer below, it hurt like hell.

~ ~ ~ ~

At long last, after what felt like months, they made their first hotel stop. Kindly paid for by my Sister Imperator, they were each treated to their own room, practically unheard of in the history of their tours. But they had been doing so well as of late, bringing more followers to the unfolding arms of Lucifer than ever before. The luxury of a hotel room was the least Imperator could do to show her gratitude, even if it did pain the tyrant to be so generous.

After their ritual in Amsterdam that afternoon they were encouraged to return to their rooms and get ready for a night on the town. Papa had plans to take them out to a bar to help them unwind before a full day and a half of travelling to their next location. After all, it was in his best interest for the ghouls to exert as much energy as possible before being trapped in a tin can for the next thirty or so hours, lest he have to deal with their boredom. They were nothing if not catastrophic without an outlet. 

The bar was hidden deep in the city of Amsterdam and one they always frequented when in town. It was dark, but modern on the inside, and filled with the usual haze experienced in some Dutch pubs. They always came here because it was quiet, save for a few tourists and locals who frequented its chairs. While it was hard to remain inconspicuous in a city, they'd never had any run-ins. At least none that were deemed negative. 

They got some drinks and chose to mingle as a group first, before stretching out into their various pairings. Dew and Swiss, their relationship somewhat strained after Swiss’ confession, sat silently at the bar. Both were on their second drink when Swiss offered the idea of doing shots, something that despite his ‘party-boy’ demeanour, was outside his usual remit. Dew knew it was six drinks and Swiss was out, but when you added shots to the equation, that was significantly lowered to three. Four if you were lucky. 

“Maybe you should slow down?” Dew suggested as Swiss handed him a slice of lime and a tequila. He watched as the other ghoul drank his shot, forgoing the salt and lime entirely, his face scrunching up from the taste. 

“Seriously Swiss, you’re not a drinker. You know that.” 

“M’fine Dewy. I just need to unwind, okay? Get all this shit out of my head.” 

“You think getting wasted is going to get this off your mind?” Dew scoffed, “Do you watch movies, dude? You’re going to get shitfaced and just feel worse about all of this. Thank fuck this 'mate' of yours isn’t here or-”

“They are.” 

“What?” 

“They are here.” Swiss swallowed down the rest of his vodka-lime, and asked the barkeep for a rum and coke,” And it fucking hurts having to see her every day, Dewy. This is easily the most confusing feeling I’ve ever experienced and I both love and hate it at the same time. I feel like my heart is being pulled apart by the butterflies.”

Dew was gobsmacked. Dumbfounded, even. His mate was here, right under their nose, this whole time? They were travelling together and Dew hadn’t even noticed? He stopped listening to Swiss, his head instead cycling through all the possible thieves of his best friend’s heart. She, he had explicitly said she. And there were only three ghoulettes with them on the tour. If it were Cirrus, Swiss’ instincts would have kicked in long ago, and Sunshine had already found her mate in Mist.  

Cumulus.

Dew’s eyes widened. 

“You’re in love with Cumulus?!” He exclaimed, not even trying to keep his voice down. 

Swiss almost knocked over his drink as he rushed to shush the fire ghoul. He put a heavy hand on the smaller ghoul's shoulder, and squeezed. 

“Please don’t say anything Dewy. Just keep this between us, yeah? I-I ca-can’t have her knowing any of this.” 

“Does she love you back? Is she your mate?” 

Swiss hung his head and turned back to his drink. He had no idea, but he suspected that if she were his requited mate, she’d have come forward by now. Gently, he shook his head, unable to find the words to respond. 

Everyone knew what happened to ghouls left in love-limbo, but it wasn’t a fate many talked about. It was thought of as unlucky, often rendering many ghouls to spend the rest of their unnatural lives in heartbreak and a deep, wallowing depression. And no one wanted to live an eternity like that. 

“Don’ know.” The multi-ghoul murmured, “But I can’t get her out of my ‘ead, Dewy.” 

“Well, you fucking better try.” Dew snapped. 

Swiss’ was a little taken aback by his best friend's reaction. He of all ghouls was the one he expected to support him in this, not berate him! They were platonic soulmates after all.

The multi- ghoul's eyebrows knitted together with frustration. He needed to get out of here, at least for a moment. 

“‘Cuse me. I needa piss.

Dew sat still as Swiss got up and stumbled towards the restrooms. The fire ghoul, usually one to follow his friend, didn’t much fancy this conversation anymore. He was praying that the other ghoul would move on from the subject, hopefully onto something more light hearted. He’d really been a bummer lately and Dew wasn’t about that. They were both usually the life and soul of the tour bus! Papa had even threatened to leave them behind in Munich once because of a nasty incident with a Nerf gun. But not this time. Swiss hadn’t so much as initiated any shenanigans, and Dew had known better than to ask. 

When Swiss returned, Dew’s eyes immediately were drawn to his shirt. Or, rather, the buttons of his shirt, three of which were wide open, revealing the hilt of the blade tattoo on the chest of his mortal skin suit. 

“Swiss, what are you planning?” Dew hissed through gritted teeth. He knew this move, he had watched how this usually unfolded, even encouraged it. But the prospect of his best friend falling head over dick into one of their touring companions boiled his blood. Did he seriously want to ruin the pack dynamic altogether? 

“Nothin’ Dewy, ‘am just warm.” 

“Warm? Mr the-surface-is-much-too-cold? Don’t pull that with me!” 

Before Swiss could respond they were joined by Papa Copia. He sat gracelessly on the stool next to Swiss, his cheeks flushed and a tipsy grin on his face. 

“Ah, mio amicos!” He announced, “I am getting another round for our colleagues over there, would you like one?” 

Dew attempted to smile in return but ultimately decided against another drink, his mind occupied by his drunken friend. 

“I’d love - “

“No! He’s fine, Papa. Maybe a water instead, si?” Dew interjected, his arm flying out across the multi- ghoul’s chest. 

Copia’s eyes were drawn to the open buttons on the ghoul’s chest, and he gave Dew a knowing look. He had seen this before. Three-button Swiss meant that he was very drunk, very horny and on the prowl. And while Copia usually encouraged such behaviour, the last time this had happened in Amsterdam it had taken four hours to find the ghoul the next morning. It wasn’t an experience the clergyman necessarily had time to recreate. 

“Water would be good, si amico.” The satanic pope gently patted the multi-ghoul’s shoulder, a look of concern on his face, “Or perhaps it is time for you to go back to the hotel, si?”

“Alone!” Dew added. 

Swiss growled at the both of them and sharply stumbled to his feet. 

“Forget it! I’ll go ‘moke wit’ Mounty.” 

He pushed through the groups of people out of the bar and into the cobbled streets beyond. His blood was boiling in his veins, and his head swimming with intoxication and lust. All he had wanted from that evening was to buy Cumulus a drink as a way of showing his affection. That was it. Nothing else. While the prospect of them falling into bed together was very welcomed, he knew better than that. He didn’t shit where he ate, especially when they were all confined together for the next few weeks in a glorified tuna can! 

Swiss threw himself down onto the sidewalk and went about rolling a joint. Yes! Surely a joint would clear his mind. But his fingers struggled to grind the bud, and his hands were shaking too much to prepare the papers. If he wanted to get high he’d have to find Mountain and that wasn’t an option right now. 

Especially not with his eyes so full of tears.

So he kept attempting to sprinkle the poorly ground cannabis into what would soon become a poorly rolled joint. He had no idea how long it had taken him, but it certainly wasn’t seconds or even moments. There were vague memories of strangers asking him if he was alright, followed by the memory of Copia stumbling down the street with another of his colleagues. Rain? Or maybe Phantom? He couldn’t remember, much less care. 

Swiss knew he was very intoxicated, he knew this was the most drunk he had been in years and that the hangover would be hell. But all he wanted was to get high, to feel like he was floating above this little bar in Amsterdam and away to somewhere else. Somewhere where she was his one true mate and he wasn’t left alone in unrequited limbo.

“Swiss?” 

He quickly wiped his eyes and glanced up in the direction of the voice. Her voice. And sure enough there Cumulus was, her beautiful eyes looking down on him from her place in the doorway. She knelt beside him and hovered a hand over his shoulder. 

“Swiss are you okay?” 

His bottom lip quivered, and despite all his strength, he felt more tears spill down his cheeks. Lucifer, what a fool he felt, bawling in front of the most beautiful devil he had ever seen.

“Jus’ - ‘jus a lil’ drunk. ‘M fine.” He slurred through sobs. 

Cumulus felt her heart break in two. Never in all her time on the surface had she expected to see Swiss, of all ghouls, breaking down in front of her. Panic rose up and into her chest. 

“Do you want to go back to the hotel? I can help you.” She offered as she linked her arm under his. 

Swiss flinched at the touch. A multitude of thoughts exploded in his mind as the mere touch sent electricity through his body.  

 “I’ll get Dew, he can help!” Came her next suggestion.

But Swiss took hold of her hand and shook his head violently from side to side. This isn’t how this was supposed to happen.

“But I can’t get you back myself.” 

Deep down Swiss knew she was right. He was much to drunk to support himself as it was, and the last thing he wanted was to fall onto her mid-way down the canal walk. 

Defeated, he allowed her to fetch the fire ghoul and prayed to Lucifer that he would keep his mouth shut. This wasn’t how she was meant to find out about his feelings. It was meant to be romantic, a gesture to win over any heart. But now? Now he was drunk, high and a blubbering mess in a city none of them knew that well. 

He, in his mind, was every drunken stereotype and more. 

~ ~ ~ ~

Dew berated him the whole way back to the hotel, not that the multi-ghoul had been listening. All he could do was think about how ashamed he was letting it get this far. He was fairly sure that, had Cumulus somehow been his requited mate, he’d well and truly scared her off into a life of unrequitedness. Mate or not, who would want to be with someone who presented themselves like this? 

It was overdramatic, embarrassing and, most of all, unattractive. 

By the time they made it back to the hotel Cumulus and Dew were seething at each other. They helped Swiss into his room and over to the bathroom where he promptly fell to his knees and vomited into the toilet bowl. 

“You know this is your fault.” Dew spat as he quietly closed the bathroom door, giving the multi-ghoul some privacy. 

“My fault?” Cumulus retorted. She wasn’t about to take the blame for something that in no conceivable way was her doing, “He’s an adult, Dew! He knows how to say no and it’s hardly anyone else's fault but his own that he doesn’t know his limits.” 

“He knows his limits, he’s not an idiot.” 

“Then why let himself get like this!?”

“Because he’s fucking lovesick and hurting. And substance abuse has always been his weapon of choice!” 

Cumulus felt her heart shatter in her chest. He was in love? With who? She bit her bottom lip in an attempt to hide her ache from the fire ghoul before her. 

“I-I still don’t understand how this is my fault.” 

Dew didn’t need to respond to her. His look told her all she needed to know. Suddenly the heartache she felt over him loving another turned to butterflies in an instant. Of course. His nervousness around her, Papa’s subtle hints; the noises from his bunk. He was, indeed, in love with someone. And it just so happened to be her. 

Swiss was in love with her and Cumulus was pretty sure she liked (not loved, don’t be so cliche) him! 

Cumulus found herself moving back towards the bed, desperate for something to sit on. Her head was swimming with so many thoughts, fears, and emotions. It was far too much all at once and she simply needed to not be standing anymore lest she fall to the floor in shock. 

“He likes me?” She babbled, her eyes fixed on the glow of the fire ghoul’s. 

“Loves. He loves you. He thinks you’re his mate and there’s nothing and no one like you.”

Mate? Like an actual honest-to-Gods, life partner mate? 

They were both interrupted by retching from the other side of the bathroom door. Dew shot the air ghoul one last nasty look before going to tend to his drunken friend.

Cumulus wasn’t sure what to do both in the moment and with the information she had just been handed. Her feelings of love and lust and wanting were mutual, so why didn’t she feel happy? Why didn’t she feel elated and overjoyed at the thought of being with Swiss? 

Why was she so afraid? 

Dew flung open the door, his best friend draped over his shoulder. He was muttering apologies into the fabric of the fire ghouls shirt and gasping for air through sobs. 

“Are you going to sit there or help me get him into bed?” Dew spat as Cumulus stared dumbfounded at the situation unfolding before her. 

Quickly, she stumbled to her feet and pulled back the covers to give access to the drunken ghoul. They both helped Swiss onto the mattress before attempting to undo his boots. 

“Just leave him in his clothes,” Dew suggested, “He’ll come to sometime in the next few hours and sort that out himself.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d helped Swiss into bed, drunk from too many local whiskeys during a tour in Ireland. But he’d been giddy, high from lust and the pale skin of several groupies. Now he was an emotional mess, cross faded in an attempt to forget about the very ghoul that was placing his boots neatly in the hotel room closet. 

“We can’t just leave him here by himself.” Cumulus stated as Dew pulled the covers up to the multi-ghouls chest. 

She wasn’t sure how this ended, but it wasn’t with Swiss drunk and alone in a hotel. Especially not in his current emotional state. 

“-Lus?” Swiss whispered.

Dew felt his blood boil and while he knew his own emotions were frayed from alcohol, he couldn’t help but feel angry with his best friend. They were meant to be best friends, rice-or-dies for fuck sake, and he whispers her name in his hour of need? The fire ghoul had just patted his back as he vomited the entire contents of his stomach into the toilet bowl, all the while reassuring him and calming his tears. And ‘Lus’ is the first coherent word out of his mouth? 

“You can stay if you want, but I need a shower and some sleep.” Dew growled, pushing past the air ghoul. 

“W-what? You’re not going to stay?” 

“He clearly has his mind elsewhere right now. I love the dude, I really do. But I can’t be here right now.” 

Deep down Cumulus got it. She understood, in a strange way, that Swiss’ feelings for her must be difficult. After all, they had been inseparable for years prior to her climbing from the pit. They were best friends, barely without each other. He had practically carried him back and knelt beside him as he cried. Yet, it was her name that Swiss spoke of? Of course, the fire ghoul needed space from it all and Cumulus wasn’t going to argue. 

Instead, she walked with him in silence to the door and bid him good night before locking up behind her. 

Now what? She hadn’t thought this far, only that she couldn’t leave Swiss alone like this. What if he choked on his own vomit? Or woke up alone and cold and needing water?

And what, exactly, was one meant to do while a drunken ghoul slept? She pondered this as she filled a glass of water and placed a waste paper bin by Swiss’ bedside. 

She contemplated cleaning up the bathroom, but Dew had already done a good job of that prior to his leaving. So, what else was there for her to do but kick off her own shoes, find a good movie and settle into the bed beside the multi-ghoul? 

She settled herself above the covers. Love, like or whatever mutual feeling it was they had, the last thing she wanted was to crawl in next to him and cause a scene when he woke, inevitably hungover and possibly deeply embarrassed. 

~ ~ ~ ~

Swiss barely moved, his breath coming in small wisps with the occasional hint of a snore. At some point in the night, he shifted from his mortal glamour into his true body and it was only when the spade of his tail pulled back the duvet that Cumulus even noticed.

By the time he began to stir, sunlight was beginning to filter in through the curtains.

“Argh-” He rolled over onto his back and, as he did, his tail brushed against Cumulus’ thigh. She squeaked in surprise.

“L-lus?” Swiss looked up at her through half-lidded eyes. 

Cumulus smiled softly in response and fluttered her hand in a timid wave.

Suddenly, the multi-ghoul shot up in the bed, his eyes wide and his fingers gripping onto the duvet. Cumulus jumped at the movement. They sat like that, staring into each other's eyes for what felt like hours before a sudden wave of nausea forced Swiss to the bathroom. 

Lost on what to do, Cumulus decided to bring the ghoul water as a peace offering. She knew that Swiss may not want her to see him like this, hunched over and retching, but she had all but carried him home the evening prior. There was little else he could do to embarrass himself further. 

“You should drink some water, Swiss.” She knelt down beside him, one hand on his back and the other extended towards him with the glass. 

He groaned, his face visibly flushed from a mixture of shame and sweat. Ultimately, however, he took the water without a fight. 

“H-how long have you been here?” Swiss asked after a few moments.

Cumulus found herself seated across from him on the floor of the small bathroom. She took in his defeated demeanour, the way his head hung down and his shoulders dropped. There was no doubt in her mind that shame was eating him alive.

“Dew and I carried you home from the bar. He didn’t want to stay but I couldn’t leave you here by yourself. It just wouldn’t have been right.” 

“Fucking hell.” Swiss spat, a hand coming up to glide through his hair, “D-id I - I mean - what did I say?”

“You don’t remember?” 

“No. I barely remember being in the bar. J-just that Dew was pissed at me for -” He stopped himself, his fangs worrying at his bottom lip, “Well - it doesn’t really matter.” 

“Dew will get over it.” 

“I don’t really know that he will.” 

Silence, once again, enveloped the ghouls. Swiss shifted so that his legs were outstretched parallel to Cumulus’. His tail was tucked tightly around his waist, and the empty glass held firmly between his hands. 

“Would it make you more comfortable if I shifted out of my glamour too?” Cumulus questioned.

“I-I honestly don’t know what would make me feel more comfortable at the moment. Nothing about this is comforting.” 

“You’re embarrassed.” It wasn’t a question, more of an observation. 

“Of course I’m fucking embarrassed, Lus. I woke up next to you and - and -”

“And it’s not how you pictured waking up next to me.”

Swiss’ eyes shot up to meet hers, the rims red and irritated from a night of tears. He opened and closed his mouth several times, searching for the right words but falling short. 

“Dew told me. Well, I sort of figured it out on my own but he confirmed it.” Cumulus spoke softly, her eyes never leaving him, “And I sort of feel the same. I mean - not exactly. I like you. A lot. I get butterflies - “

“Butterflies.” Swiss repeated knowingly. 

“Yeah, fluttering in my chest every time I see you or hear your voice. And I’ve tried to deny it for so long but Papa called me out and since then - well - I can’t get you out of my mind.” 

Swiss didn't know quite what to say or do. He had walked in circles in his mind for months thinking about the possibility that his love was not matched. He had all but reserved himself to being forever unrequited and without her.

Hell, he had even thought about the horrible instance of her finding someone else, someone who wasn't him, to hold her in the long night. And, yet, here she was returning some resemblance of the same feelings. Like was as good as love in his book.

"You've no idea how long I've wanted to hear that." Swiss breathed, his heart feeling fuller than it had in months.

Cumulus smiled and shifted out of her glamour into the blue-skinned, beauty Swiss had first laid eyes on in the ritual room. Her tail swished forward, coming to rest on his legs. Without hesitation, he allowed his own to unfurl from his waist and come to rest against hers.

Spade to spade.

They sat in relative silence, drinking in the stillness of their confessions, tails tangled together. The blue tuft of Cumulus' softly caressing Swiss' worn spade. Gradually they moved closer to each other until, eventually, Cumulus sat next to Swiss, his head on her shoulder, and their hands became entwined.

"I'd ask to kiss you but I'm probably not that pleasant to taste right now." Swiss chuckled.

"No, you really wouldn't be."

"What about a shower together?"

"How about you buy me a drink in Berlin and we'll talk?"

Swiss smiled, kissed Cumulus on the back of her hand and rose unsteadily to his feet.

"It's a date."