#The first time I listened to that song I almost broke down sobbing in a car of people I just met on the way to a pride dance
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“You did not live in a house of horrors. I was raised to believe in hellfire; now that was bad!” Okay and impending global genocide of any culture that disagrees with your beliefs isn’t? Being raised mentally preparing to withstand torture at the hands of police in a “do it to Julia” situation isn’t? Being socially isolated from your peers on the grounds that they’re evil uneducated dumb worldly heathens controlled by Satan isn’t a bad thing? No. Those are all good things which every child should be taught in order to experience “the real life.”
The legitimate truth is that we are all in “the real life” right now and in “the real life,” the Governing Body is doing the very best they can to cover up the fact that they’re a cult by relaxing the cult’s rules in a futile attempt to prevent the prosecution in the numerous ONGOING child sexual abuse cases from handing their non-tight-pants-wearing asses to them. And the other legitimate truth is discovering this fact to be the legitimate truth while having to navigate a sea of lies and high school is extremely traumatizing, especially when you feel the need to take a hard stance against the cult to prevent others’ children — children like you — from befalling the same fate by dressing up as some miserable wretch who cooked and ate children, hoping the way you look and carry yourself and stare into the parents’ eyes will scare them away. And even more traumatizing is that your tactics worked; proving that you are just as bad and scary as your preexisting OCD made you out to be. Yes I did it to myself; but consider the reason why I felt so compelled to sacrifice the entirety of my mental health to sabotage you with what little tools I had. I wouldn’t have done it had I not had a very good reason, and my very good reason was that I was a child who loved children. You were trying to protect me and it was a sacrifice; but I was also trying to protect children. My endeavor is not — and was never — a selfish one. It is not that I don’t care about you; I only prioritize the class which is most oppressed, and you are not a part of it because you are adults. Your feelings, unfortunately, are expendable in my mission to end religious child labor. I will not support your corrupt religion to make you happy when I know what it’s done to others and to myself; it is wrong, and you are wrong for supporting it. I, as a paraprofessional, refuse to support a religion which hides the sexual abuse of children for its own gain. By law I am now a mandatory reporter; I must report child abuse when I see it under penalty of law. Therefore it stands to reason that I must report your cult from the top of every mountain for the entire inhabited earth to hear so they may not even take so much as one step in your direction. I am sorry if I seem like I hate you; if the fact that I reject your ideals of theological expectational fascism disturbs you so much, then maybe you need to re-evaluate your choices.
“Your actions affect others.” I know my actions affect others; I know how they affect others as well. You’re crushed and demoralized and suffering physically from all the emotional stress; I’ve likely dug you both early graves. I know what I’ve done and I can live with it — Not easily — but I am not defeated because I know I’m in the right, and have always been in the right. No. The real question is: Do you know how your actions are affecting others? In exquisite detail? Have you listened to the victims? Have you allowed yourself to hear both sides of the story with your human ears, not ones made of tin and thought-blocking strategies and “I had it worse than you” excuses? No? Then you’d better start because the key to healing yourself is to aid in the healing of others. We are all connected as one body; and I refuse to be a cancer cell. Sorry I’m aiding in your downfall but it’s got to happen at some point.
#You know if my mom is praying for me to come back then it’s only fair I perform spells for her to get out. Nonconsensual be our watchword#My dad is surprisingly handling it much better than my mom which I did not anticipate at ALL#Because he was the most volatile when I got forcibly outed. Like yelling and throwing books levels of volatile#I think it’s their respective emotional proximity to the cult. My mom is more in than my dad#My dad is not attending meetings as far as I’m aware (and if he is listening on Zoom then he leaves when a certain person speaks)#All my mom does is study and walk (in preparation for the Tribulation) and work a bloodsucking corporate job for ten hours a day#She attends all the meetings on Zoom#And she’s the one constantly saying in a grave tone of voice “You’ve made your choices. I just want what’s best for you and this isn’t it.#It’s hard when you put in 21 years and your baby is gone. I feel like I’ve lost you. I don’t feel like I know you anymore.”#Because you’ve never known me. The environment did not feel safe enough for me to make myself known#and therefore I split in two at approximately age five or six#Whereas my dad is like “Hey I know we have our differences; but I’d like to focus on our similarities because that’s what matters.”#Like uh… Can I get a hell yeah?#He mentions religion a lot but it’s not as stressful as my mom basically hammering into me that my choices are “bad”#exjw#ex cult#It’s hilarious and sad to see them deny it’s a cult or that they’re brainwashed while trying to impose that same emotional control over me#without even realizing they’re guilt-tripping because they’re running on hurt feelings and faltering religious autopilot#Anyway if anyone’s got me I know “Pink Pony Club” by Chappell Roan has got me good god#The first time I listened to that song I almost broke down sobbing in a car of people I just met on the way to a pride dance#But I kept it together
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Broken || Alexia Putellas
summary : you're broken but your girlfriend knows how to hold you together. angst.
a/n : i've literally got no time to write but i've been itching so here just a teeny tiny blurb i came up with before class while listening to the song below.
Based on ‘Stay’ by Gracie Abrams
Alexia walked into your apartment to the sound of your sobs. She almost dropped the groceries she was holding, your dog startled at the sound of a wine bottle that nearly broke as it hit the marble counter a little too hard.
“Amor?” she called, standing in the doorway of your bedroom. You were a mess, curled up in a ball in the middle of the king-sized bed.
“Please make it stop,” you begged, words muffled into the pillow you were hugging, wishing it was your girlfriend. Alexia shuffled into the room with tears brimming in her eyes, her heart shattering as she watched you become a shell of yourself.
The pain was something you learned to deal with yourself. Years and years of self-loathing from bouts of depression and suicide made you numb to love. Your parents were to blame, favoring your sister who was always smarter, better, stronger, and more deserving of their love and attention. Football was your one distraction and injury took that away from you.
The years of hiding behind a ball and suppressing all those feelings came crashing down when your ACL tore. The feelings were overwhelming, thoughts of self-destruction felt like an old friend.
You were better at football than she was. But that was not good enough for them. She had to be first. Not you.
You thought that if you could just be better at something than she was, they’d love you.
Turns out, they resented you for it.
“How dare you be better than her?”
“How dare you take her spot on the team?”
“You don’t deserve it.”
They got one thing right though. You didn’t deserve it. You didn’t deserve their harsh words. You didn’t deserve their criticism. You didn’t deserve their wishes that you weren’t a burden.
Burden. That’s what you feel like now. On your girlfriend who had to deal with your breakdowns and tantrums.
She was too good for you. If she saw how broken you were, or how much of a liar you were, she’d leave. Just like they did.
“Amor, it’s okay. I’ve got you,” Alexia cooed, curling up beside you with her arms around you.
“Could you hold me without any talking?” you asked, a voice so soft Alexia almost missed your request.
“Of course, I can,” she said, pulling you into her arms.
They were warm. Safe. Strong. Determined to take your pain away.
She spoke after a while, certain you had fallen asleep as your choked sobs simmered down.
“I don't care if you've changed, but you are so much more than football. You are so beautiful, kind, loving, and most importantly, mine. Amor, you are so special to me and I hope we can help you see that.”
“You deserve someone who isn’t such a mess, Alexia,” you mumble; she’s a little startled that you’re awake but keeps her cool to not agitate you.
“Everyone’s a little messy, cariño. That’s what makes us people who learn how to love.”
#alexia putellas#alexia putellas x reader#alexia putellas imagine#woso x reader#fc barca femeni#woso community#woso soccer#woso fanfics#woso#woso imagine#espwnt#woso blurbs
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It took me until this week to realise how much season two has changed my perspective on... well almost everything Good Omens.
I finally rewatched season 1 for the first time since Neil broke my stupid little heart. Honestly, I had convinced myself that I was over the heartbreak.
Do I torture myself on this website on a regular basis? Yes. Do I refuse to read fics without a "hurt/comfort" tag? Yes. But I was fine. I was healing. I was good. I was over it.
Did episode 3 hit differently after everything I'd been through after S2? A bit. But nothing I didn't expect.
And then there was S1E6. The Ritz. Nightingales. And I just wasn't ready. I had heard that song a thousand times throughout the last few weeks. But context does seem to matter. Because here I was, three notes in, sobbing mercilessly.
This scene used to be a safe space for me. A warm little patch of sunshine to curl up in, when I felt down. It was hot cocoa on a rainy autumn day. It projected to so much love and comfort. And now it's all twisted.
The contrast to S2E6 couldn't be sharper. Oh, what a beautiful web of similarities Neil has woven for us. Here are our two favourite idiots, smiling at each other, so in love, not a care in the world, because the world is safe and they are toasting it. Yet I know, what the future holds for them. I know, how incapable of truely communicating they are. I know, how they will break each others hearts, paving each others way to hell with all the best intentions.
You have to hand to Neil. He really knows how to tell a good story.
I haven't dared to listen to " A Nightingale sang in Berkeley Square" in the last week. It will take me a good long while to work up the courage again.
I don't even know, how to end this mess of a post. I just hope, Neil will bring the song back in season 3 and make it be all fluffy and comfortable and lovely again.
To the world, my friends.
#no hot takes to be found here#i'm just rambling#don't mind me#I'm fine#nightingales or no nightingales that's the question#good omens#good omens 2#good omens spoilers#ineffable husbands#aziraphale#crowley#neil gaiman
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Broken & Betrothed 2
Summary: She is the sister of Nefertari and in love with her private guard but its forbidden and so they have to hide their relationship but her father, the pharaoh has betrothed her to another, so with a heavy heart she has to tell her lover that her father has betrothed her to someone else
Warnings: None, unless you hate happy endings
Part 1
Walking through the palace at night, she had one location in mind. The Medjai had been stationed at the royal pools that night. He stared at his reflection in the dark waters, silent in his contemplation. The moon-less night reminded him of her, of her deep eyes that once twinkled when she looked at him. He sighed. Her betrothal had been broken yet he hadn’t gone to see her. He should’ve been the first to embrace her, he should’ve been by her side yet he couldn’t bring himself to face her. He knew he was right for keeping her safe, even if she would be miserable but he couldn’t stop picturing her grief-stricken face as her heart crumbled. He could still hear her sobs echo through her rooms. Her mournful songs echoed through the halls of the palace where he used to guard. Her voice still echoes in his nightmares.
“You abandoned me. You refused to even look at me!” she screamed in his head, repeatedly.
His eyes welled with tears as he got lost in his thoughts, within an endless maze of pain. His head throbbed; he hadn’t been sleeping properly. His eyes were unfocused yet he still saw her. She was a visage in white, almost ethereally glowing against the dark blackness of the night. Almost like she was the moon, adorned with the light of the sun.
She paused in front of him, simply staring at him. It had been weeks since he allowed her to be this close. She searched his face, noting his tired eyes. They didn’t sparkle anymore, almost as if his soul was removed.
“Ardeth,” she said, breaking the moment of tranquility.
The moment she spoke his name into existence, he realized she was not a mere hallucination, his beloved princess stood before him.
He tried moving away from her, guilt consuming his being, yet she didn’t let him, moving in front of him in a child-like attempt to make him stay.
“I must go, your Highness,” he said, side-stepping her and walking along the banks of the pool.
“No, listen to me Medjai.” She said with authority in her voice, causing him to halt. “You shall not turn away from me again. You will listen to what I have to say. I command it of you.” At her command he turned to her, his desire to turn away overridden by her command.
She faced him with a look of determination, “I have decided that I will no longer be afraid, I will not be bound. I will not be broken by anyone or anything again, not even you.”
He moved to interrupt her, thinking she was finally breaking things off with him. She held up her hand, stopping him from speaking, “I have decided that I’m going to take what I want, what I desire. And what I desire is you. And I do not care about the consequences. Not anymore.”
He stared at her, stunned, his mind processing what she’d said, “Okay.” He said simply.
“Okay?” She said, trying to reconfirm his agreement.
“Okay.”
“Good,” she said before turning to walk away before reconsidering and turning back around. With quick steps, she walked up to the stunned Medjai. Wrapping her hand around his nape she pulled him down before crashing her lips into his. His lips molded against hers. It was wet, hot and full of desperation, as if they were trying to make up for lost time. Their bodies melded into one, relaxing against one another, as if finally coming home after a long time.
She broke away from the kiss, breathing heavily as she looked into the eyes of her lover, “This doesn’t fix anything, you still have a lot of groveling to do, but I’m willing to give you a chance. This is your last and only chance.” She said seriously.
“I will treasure this chance with my life, just like I should have treasured you,” he said, with a slight smile on his face, thanking Hathor for blessing him with a second chance and the beautiful woman between his arms.
#ardeth bay x reader#ardeth bay#ardeth bey#ardeth x reader#the mummy#the mummy fanfiction#the mummy reader insert#the mummy returns fanfiction#the mummy returns reader insert#ardeth bay imagines#ardeth bay fanfiction#ardeth bey x reader#ardeth bey imagines#past lives#angst with a happy ending
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But if you hold me without hurting me (r. stark)
But if you hold me without hurting me r. stark imagine
Pt. 5 of Oh, all I used to do was pray, Right when I felt the moment stop, And I might be ok, but I'm not fine at all, And the life I gave away
Pairings - Robb Stark x female!Reader
Summary - You have a long-awaited conversation with Robb. It changes things between the two of you.
Word Count - 1,133 words
Warnings - Angst, Possibly unbearable cheesiness
A/N - I broke the Taylor Swift title streak. In my defense, I have been a LDR stan since middle school and Cinnamon Girl makes me sob every time I listen to it.
Songs I listened to while writing: Like Real People Do (Hozier), Cinnamon Girl, Carmen (Lana Del Rey), Me and My Husband (Mitski)
Robb feels his heart start to beat erratically as he watches you and Jon. It is obvious that you care deeply about Jon as he does you. Robb knows that he has walked in on something private, feeling jealous but also wishing that he could be the one to comfort you as such. Your moment with Jon is interrupted when Robb clears his throat in order to make you aware of his entrance into your chambers. The sound startles you and causes you to turn in Robb’s direction. Jon also turns to look at Robb, his expression wary that Robb would misinterpret the scene.
Robb begins to speak slowly but his voice cracks ever so slightly, his heart contracting in his chest due to an onslaught of emotions. “Am I interrupting anything?”
You quickly regain your composure. “No, my lord husband, you are not. I lost a letter earlier today. Jon has calmed me down and agreed to help look for it.” You dismiss Jon from your chambers, assuring him that you will be okay.
Jon locks eyes with Robb as he leaves. Tensions eased between him and Robb once he saw Robb trying to fix everything. However, Jon still continues to be an advocate for you. His brother looks back at him, eyes filled with questions he knows Jon cannot answer. Robb just needs to know that you are going to be okay, regardless of what happened.
Your husband takes a step closer to you. He looks into your eyes, searching for the pain that he knows must be there. You are a strong woman but no one should be subjected to the kind of abuse that the letter contained. As he moves closer, you notice the letter crumpled in Robb’s fist. “Ah. It seems as I I do not need to search for the letter.” You say with a sad smile, “I take it that you have seen what my father thinks of me?”
Looking down at the letter once again, Robb scowls. The fury that had been burning inside of him returns to the surface. His head shakes in disgust and he quickly closes his fist tighter around the letter, as if the action would make the item disappear from existence. Robb nods once in acknowledgment of her question. “I did. It is nothing less than disgraceful.” He draws his eyes up to meet yours. Robb’s voice shakes with thinly veiled anger. “Your father is a cruel, cruel man. To say such things to you, his own daughter…well, it is unforgivable.” He says the last word through gritted teeth.
You motion for Robb to sit next to you. In your almost year of marriage, this is the first time that you have actually asked him to be near you. It seems as if he has realized this fact as well if his hesitancy is anything to go off of. Robb’s nervous movements are in stark contrast to your controlled stillness. A couple moments pass between you two before you begin to talk. Long-awaited and much-needed words begin this conversation. “It’s cruel but what he says is true. I have failed in my duty as a wife. I should have given you an heir by now.”
Completely stunned is how the maesters would describe Robb if they were here to record this meeting. You are still calling him your husband, even after everything he has done, but you are voicing something that Robb would never want to believe. Yes, it is a wife’s and therefore your duty to give him an heir, but he would never, never force you to conceive if you were not yet ready. He turns to face the fireplace, staring into the flickering flames as he realizes how truly damaged you have been from a childhood in the Frey household and the months as his wife. Both of you have tried to do everything that has been expected of you, yet it is you who has suffered the most and continues to endure. Robb is angry at the world. Angry at the cruel words of your father. Angry at himself for the way he has treated you. Sighing deeply, he speaks after gathering his emotions. “Do not let them make you believe that this is your fault. It takes two to make a child. I am just as much to blame for the situation we find ourselves in…”
Robb’s words trail off when he feels you place your head on his shoulder. It seems to be a night of firsts. Much like you never asked him to be near you, you have never initiated any sort of physical comfort. You both enjoy the feeling until you bring Robb back to reality with your voice breaking the silence. “I don’t blame you for anything. I want you to know that. You were forced to marry me, forced to make me your queen, while you still loved Talisa. Why would you want to leave her side for a Frey, especially when Talisa was carrying your child? I ruined your life.”
Feeling a tear soak into the shoulder of his tunic, Robb tilts your head up so he can see you clearly. “You didn’t ruin my life. I made a deal with your father. I knew what I was agreeing to when I crossed the bridge.” He reaches his thumb to brush the tears off your face. “This is not your burden to bear. It is something we must share. Something we must work through so that we can grow together. Something I should have worked harder on at the beginning of our marriage.” Your husband sighs deeply and shakes his head, trying to accept how much he has just spoken. Robb comes to the startling realization that he has never voiced this sentiment to you before, much less even admitted it to himself.
“Thank you. I need to hear those words said to me.” You say and place a gentle kiss on Robb’s cheek. A blush spreads across your face as you do so.
He freezes when he feels your lips brush against his skin. A matching pink tint blotches his cheeks like yours did. This is the first time you have shown affection for him and it feels…good. Robb smiles and leans over to place a kiss on your forehead, wanting to continue this newfound physical affection that you have started. “I’m here for you. I know I haven’t been in the past, but from this moment forward, I will always be here for you my queen.” The increased presence of his Northern accent betrays the emotions that are overwhelming him. Staring into your eyes, his gaze reveals nothing but honesty and sincerity in his gaze. Robb meant every word he said to you tonight.
A/N - Once again, thank you so much for reading. My ask box is always open for requests, comments, or if just want to gush about our lovely Stark boys.
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My heart can't take it 2- Pablo Gavi
The first part here - is one of my favourite fanfiction of him
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Finally, I managed to end this one. It's been some time, and I'm sorry for the wait, but I wanted to write it in the right way and to give you a well-deserved ending. Thank you for your messages and unconditional support! I see every request of you, and seeing that you want me to write your ideas makes me the happiest! Have a nice day, love yourself, and enjoy this! Love to all of you!🫵
I couldn't answer to only one of you because it wouldn't have been fair, so I tried to mention all of you here and announce you whenever it's ready.
I've been writing this for days..
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'Que las noches sin ti duelen'
"How many times do we have to listen to this song, Pedri?"
"What? You don't like it?" he turned to look at his friend who was next to him in the car.
"It's not like I don't like it, I just got bored of it"
Pedri laughed.
"Are you sure that's the reason?" he teased.
"Ok, end it here" Gavi said before the two of them sat silent in the car, while the music was still on.
Pedri was taking Gavi home again after the training. It was already 5 p.m. and tomorrow, they have to do some videos about the new Barca kit, so the moment Gavi went to his house, he went directly to his bathroom to take another shower.
"Why is he showering again?" his sister questioned her mom, being concerned about her little brother. He already showered after his training in the changing room with his teammates.
Her mom remained silent until she decided to continue the conversation.
"It doesn't seem like he is good. Are you sure you don't know what happened to him?"
Of course, she knows. He's been acting weird since the night their friend groups went together on the beach. She knew that you were the reason for his sadness. She stayed with the boy all night while he was crying in her arms. He never told the reason, nor did she asked, because as his older sister, she knows when Pablo is suffering towards a girl. Although, Aurora never told their mom this thing. She respected her brother's privacy.
"No" she just answered simply, before going to her room to not continue this subject.
It was true that Pablo Gavi was showering more lately, which doesn't seem so weird until you question yourself about it. He stays hours in his bathroom.
Crying.
He hadn't seen you since that day and it had been almost 4 weeks. He missed you a lot, and he had no one to talk to. He knew that his sister would be mad at him for falling in love with her friend, who didn't even talk to him, and Pedri.. he was going to make fun of him. He had to keep it all to himself, and the emotions sometimes got him. Crying while people think that he's showering was the best idea that came into his mind. Like that, his family wouldn't hear his sobs.
He didn't eat.. not yet. Aurora started to get more concerned, so she knocked at his door.
"Mami made you some pollo con arroz, want to come down to the kitchen to eat?" she asked hoping for a positive answer.
"Maybe later, gracias"
She barely heard him, but it was enough to know that his voice wasn't his normal one.
"Estas bien, hermanito?"
"Si"
That si had to be a strong word, but it only came from his mouth as a sob.
His sister felt like someone had just broken her heart. Hearing her brother at the edge of crying was something so hurtful. Pablo was one of the sweetest guys, and he doesn't deserve anything that could make him sad.
She waited a few seconds after talking again, trying to find the perfect way to say what she wanted.
"Come here, Pablo"
"Come outside, I know you aren't showering right now. Let's meet in the kitchen in 10 minutes. You have to eat and we to talk. I'm gonna tell our parents to leave, we'll be alone."
After that, Aurora left.
She managed to find a reason for their parents to go out of the house, and when Pablo came and sat on the chair that was in front of her, her heart broke again.
His eyes were red and puffy. The boy clearly had been crying for hours!
She didn't say anything more, only went to him and hugged him. Tight. Pablo returned the hug, trying so hard not to cry in front of his older sister. He accidentally escaped some sobs, but Aurora didn't mind. She hugged him until he calmed down completely.
"You have to tell me what is happening to you, Pablo. This is something serios"
"It's nothing, Rora."
"I know you, Gavira" she said with a serious face.
"I am just scared that the next season I won't play that much" he lied
"Oh, you're getting on my nerves. I really want to help you, but if you keep lying to me, then we won't go anywhere. I won't get mad, I promise you."
"I..I really like one of your friends," he said after some time.
"Go on" she encouraged him.
"And she doesn't give me attention at all. We barely even talked, and I'm sure that she doesn't feel the same way as me. She doesn't even look at me as a friend."
"Y/n, right?"
He started to panick at the thought that she knew.
"I'm so -" he wanted to apologise until he was interrupted again.
"It's ok, Pablo. No worries, ok? It's not your fault that you like her-"
"Kinda love her," he said sadly before turning his head to another direction, afraid not to cry again.
Aurora smiled. Pablo Gavi was never this soft. He was a sweety, of course, but she never saw his little brother like that, and she kinda likes the idea of having you even closer.
"You don't have to worry about me, hermanito. Go talk more to her and I'm sure she will like you. You are a great boy, and let's be serious. Who wouldn't fall in love with you?"
They both laughed.
The next day, Aurora invited her friends to their house.
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"Will Pablo stay with us?" asked one of Aurora's friends.
"Yes, he has some plans to do," she said, and they all looked confused.
"What do you mean?"
She just winked at them and then started laughing.
"Ohh, he is in love, isn't him?" You finally spoke after being quiet for a while.
"Oh, you wouldn't know," answered his sister before you borrowed your eyebrows, confused.
You decided not to say anything anymore, but you felt some pain in your chest, and when you saw Gavi walking past you to sit on the couch near some girl, your heart felt like it just had broken. Your eyes couldn't not look into his.
He wasn't looking at you. Of course, he wouldn't. He is a famous football player, he is for sure in love with some influencer or with a beautiful lady that has the perfect body.
The truth is that he wasn't looking at you because he knew that if he would, he couldn't stop moving his eyes away from you. He knew that if he saw you, even for a second, he would lose control. He couldn't even stand the fact that you were there, far but so close to him.
Aurora saw you looking intense at her brother, so she decided to help both of you.
"Hermanitoo, come here a second, por fa"
"What?" answered the boy after standing up while going near his sister.
"If you really want to stay with us, then we should play something together. God knows when we will stay together again like this. We have to enjoy every minute!"
"What game?"
"Truth or dare!"
"Oh, I'm not playing that stupid game of yours"
"Then you won't stay with us"
Everyone was cheering for Gavi to play, but the only thing that made him not go was you. He really wanted to stay with you. He even sat down beside you, really, really close to another.
The truth is that you hate this game. You never enjoyed playing it, but this time, you felt like you wanted to stay.
You feared that something was to happen, and when it really happened, you couldn't do anything but panick hard. Of course, Aurora would ask you something like this after you said dare.
"I dare you to kiss my brother!"
"What-no"
"It's a dare, y/n"
You argued a lot with his sister, and you didn't even realise when Pablo turned your face into his, and he touched your lips with his. The kiss was everything you've ever imagined, and it was the best one you've ever had.
When you looked into his eyes, nothing was coming out of your mouth. You couldn't love this boy, could you? He barely even talked to you.
Gavi, on the other side, was the happiest that he finally managed to do that, and he for sure winked after to his sister as a "thank you". She only returned his smile, being happy for the both of you.
You didn't say anything until it was late and you decided to go home.
Pablo somehow excused himself, finding a way to be only with you. He didn't even know where this courage came from, but he was so thankful for it.
"I'm sorry you had to kiss me" you finally spoke.
"It was just a game after all, it didn't mean anything"
Oh, and how stupid he was for saying that. Full regret starting to feel in all of his body.
You couldn't say anything. You froze there, not being able to leave the room.
You knew he didn't feel the spark that you felt. Even yourself couldn't believe that this past weeks all you thought about was him. The moment he kissed you, your heart felt like it healed and was the best feeling you've ever felt in a while. You felt alive and.. happy.
He knew he fucked everything up.
"I'm so-"
"It's ok. Really. Like, I get it!"
"What-"
"No, like- I get it you don't.. like me. I get it that you don't even want to.. talk to me? See me? I completely understand you. Maybe I would ruin your career if people see us together. Maybe-"
"Para!"
"Maybe you just stood with us, because your girlfriend couldn't meet you today or-"
"Y/n, para!!"
You did anything other than stop yourself from talking.
"And I can't even believe myself how I managed to be like the other girls. To.. start to like you and-"
"You what?"
Now you only stopped, just because you realised that you said it out loud. It was like you admitted yourself to what you feel for him.
You started to panick and quickly got out of his house, with him following you.
"No, wait!"
He managed to take your hand and stop you.
"You like me?" he said softly with tears in his eyes.
"No, it's just-"
"Dime la verdad, y/n"
He had hope in his eyes.
"Por favor.."
You looked at him. You just couldn't stay there and lie to him. Lie to those pretty eyes.
"I don't even believe myself for this-"
"Tell me!"
"Joder, yes! Yes, I like you!"
He smiled.
"I can't believe this."
"Lo siento, Gavi. I know you-"
"No! Don't say anything anymore. You know nothing. You have no idea how long I wanted to hear you say it. To hear that you like me."
He looked into your eyes and smiled.
"Can I kiss you..please.." he finally found the courage to say it.
You were shocked. Completely shocked.
He laughed at your face, but knew that you wanted it so he did it. He kissed you.
This time, it was different. It didn't feel like it was something rushed. It was slow, full of love and adoration.
"I've liked you for so long, you have no idea. Now, can I finally call you mine, amor?"
You smiled widely.
"Por supuesto!"
I hope I didn't disappoint you with this one..
I have so many ideas of how could I have continued this, but it would have been too long, but I could make a part 3???
When they say "I love you" for the first time or when they introduce their relationship to their friends and families?
I can also do one where we have y/n's version of the story????
What do you say about it?
Shall be a part 3 to this one??
Thank you for the waiting, and thank you if you are reading this. It means a lot to me that you also read this part and took some time of yours to enjoy my stories. I wish you a nice day and don't forget.. love yourself!!
I have a request that asks him "Jealous Gavi," so it will be out soon. I hope that it will be really soon done. I'm working on it
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“ Sleep Well, Dear Prince.. “
A YuuriVoice Desolation AU Writing by urpaperboy
Word Count: 806 words
tw//implications of violence + death
And for Better Reading Experience, listen to this song !!
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“Let’s meet up after you close up shop. We can get dinner together!” Those words echoed in Seth’s mind as he walked. As the afternoon started to rise, the places started to close up, Seth was walking towards Alphonse's. They both had agreed to meet up later when Seth closed up the workshop. As soon as Seth was getting closer to Al's place he started getting excited. “Maybe this is your chance Seth, a chance to finally tell him how you feel.” But the closer he got however.. The mood on his face suddenly started changing. As soon as he got closer, Al's door was already wide open, that started growing concern and worry to Seth. He ran towards the entrance, and once he got there he stood there...silently.
He saw.. A mess, a disaster, darkness. As he walked through the mess and called out for Alphonse. “Al? Alphonse? What the fuck happened here? It’s a fucking disa—“ he stopped for a moment and eventually he noticed something... a path with the color red through a hall. He followed the path silently, he thought to himself for a bit as well. This wasn’t blood right? Soon he suddenly stopped. “This is… wait.” He slowly looked up and he felt himself nearly go pale and just dropped down on top of the puddle. There he was, Alphonse, lying by a wall and in the puddle, looking almost lifeless. The white shirt he was wearing was stained in red; however the magenta vest he was wearing on top of that was stained in red, but on top where his chest was, was a dark mark. His face covered in bruises, he must have fought whoever broke in. Seth ran over to him screaming his name. “ALPHONSE, Shit shit shit, what happened?!! Alphonse, speak to me. PLEASE.” He knelt down to pick him up and hold him in his arm, soon he felt his neck. No pulse. “No, Alphonse please tell me this a joke, wake up. It’s time to wake up now.. p.. please. Al.” He sat this with tears starting to fall down his face and hitting Alphonse, he started trembling and soon enough... He broke. He bursted into tears and started yelling holding Al close. He continued yelling, saying that all this was his fault. He continued to hold Alphonse close as he then looked at him "Sleep well, dear prince.." he said resting his chin on his head and gently rubbed Al’s arm as if Alphonse were actually sleeping.
The News suddenly spread like wildfire, some people asked what had happened, some questioned who would’ve done such a thing, but mostly everyone gave their condolences to Seth, the town had basically known the two were close and they had found out he was the first to find Alphonse in his state. A few days had passed, the day of burial happened. Seth stood there, silently, and looked over to where Al was being put to rest. In the background was Finn and Jack, looking over him. They were there for him throughout the whole process, but they did have to admit, it hurt them badly to see Seth in so much pain over seeing the man he loved, gone. I mean, who wouldn’t? “You think we should go get him?” Asked Jack. “No. We need to give him this, if anything he’d be upset at us if we just said it’s time for us to go. Just give it time.” said Finn as he looked over to Seth. Seth was still silent looking at the dirt, in his hand a flower. He took a deep breath and exhaled “I genuinely never thought it would be the day I witnessed this would come sooner than I thought. If anything always dreaded this day.” He said as he dropped to his knees. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there sooner. If anything this was my fault, all of this was my fucking fault but… I can’t say that though, you would tell me now it isn’t my fault. None of this was my fault you would say.” He said chuckling to himself for a bit and slowly shifting to a sob. Seth had always dreamed of some future with Alphonse. A happy one if anything. It was something they even talked about too, almost every time when something happened. Eventually, Seth put down the flower and covered it a bit in the dirt “I promise you, I’ll figure out who did this. Even if it kills me.” He said, and as he slowly stood up he added “And I also promise, you will not be forgotten, not ever.” He took a deep breath as he looked at the burial site one more time, and looked towards where Jack and Finn were, and he slowly began to walk towards them.
End.
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Author’s note - Hi, it’s me Mateo//Oob. This is hopefully the start of me being able to write more for this story !!! Originally I had written this piece back in 2021, way before this AU was even a thing. Now since most of the community now knows that this is an actual story, it’s only fair now I share this piece with you all, along with some edits and a new piece!
So I hope you enjoyed and let me know if you would like more !! :))
Also let me know if i should drop the artwork i had for this :3
#yuurivoice#yuurivoice fanfic#yuurivoice au#mateo desolation au#yv desolation#yuurivoice fan au#man i wrote a lot holy shit#but teehee how exciting !!#Spotify
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04 december 2024, aka ✨ a moment in time when miles kane and i breathed the same air (and touched hands) ✨
the doors opened later than expected, which was a bit of an unpleasant experience bc it was drizzling and was very VERY cold
(thankfully i ended up wearing an inner heattech layer below my top + my usual winter jacket, and had hand warmers in my pockets which saved me during the wait!! thank u to everyone who gave me advice about how to dress for my concerts 😘)
we were eventually let in and i was so !!! excited !!! if you'd seen from my previous post, i wasn't all that far from the front of the line, so i figured i'd get a pretty good spot. and i was right! i got barricade! for some reason however, i chose to stand near the drum set, rather than where the mike was set up. i'm putting this down to a moment of stupidity and/or overwhelming joy about actually getting to see miles live so soon
miles' opening act was p. good actually. i enjoyed his music! at one point he talked about miles and said that he loves miles and that we 'couldn't find a better friend' like yes bitch (affectionate) exactly!!! he then dedicated one of his songs to miles but i can't now remember which one it was, but i remember listening v. intently to the lyrics trying to pick things apart and then mentally going kombuchagirl.gif
and then he left the stage and there was more music which i was vibing to and THEN!!!! miles' walk on music came over the speakers!!!!!
i was screaming like a banshee from the get-go but it was literally SO QUIET otherwise. i felt incredibly self-conscious so i stopped lol although he absolutely deserved to have someone screaming for him even though he wasn't onstage yet!! it took him finally stepping onto that stage and raising his hands in greeting before the crowd finally hyped him up
and then he went right on with the performance!
it's so funny because i think i was in a haze those first few songs. i genuinely have no recollection of much happening or even of the songs he was singing (although ofc i was singing along). i think for the most part i was just staring at him, jaw on the floor
i was legimitately so awed that i froze whenever he came right up in my face. the first time he did it i didn't even manage to take any photos/vids despite having my handphone in my hand lmfao 😭 but i did get some really cute pics after he was a safe enough distance away that my brain was able to function shdjdb
he shared this super cute moment w the girl next to me bc she was basically screaming in his face and it made him laugh. as he deserves!!!
my fav song from the first half of the set list was counting down the days, which was such an Experience live. i might have cried a little. i in no way relate to the lyrics.
he sounded soooo good <3 i know it's been said a lot, but he really does come across as so settled and assured of who he is an artist. it's truly a gorgeous thing to see
and then the time came when he put aside the electric guitar for his acoustic... to sing sntm. did i love it? yes. was i extremely disappointed that it was only at that point when the crowd was screaming and singing the loudest? you betcha.
for my own peace of mind i will not be saying anything else
after that song, he asked if we had any requests and a bunch of girlies right in front of him were chanting for him to sing dealer, which he did!! i think he said something about him possibly getting the lyrics wrong bc it'd been a while, which got us giggling. but he sang it so beautifully ahhhh
THEN after that they insisted he sing aviation. which he also did
as far as i'm concerned that's miles' song!!! and i will be forever grateful that i got to hear him sing the words 'it's your decision honey, my planet or yours?'
BUT this meant he didn't sing baggio 💔 broke my heart fr i was ready to sob my little heart out over that one. @ miles kane this is luxphobia
sometime after this he spoke about how he'd almost cancelled because his drummer Jen was unwell, but that his sound guy Chris agreed to step in and help out on drums. and he asked the crowd to hype him up which we were more than happy to do!!!
towards the end, miles and chris were both playing a slower version of never taking me alive, but when the tempo changed and the song started proper Chris played troubled son instead. miles' face was soooo funny sdhfsj bc he was so in the zone while holding his pose, but very quickly was like. 'oh. okay.' lmaoooo but he was also v. reassuring, looking over to Chris to signal that it was all good and adjusting quickly. there were some smiles and laughter during this moment too--i will post the video later!
the show ended a couple of songs later (too soon if you asked me
i initially wanted to try to meet him after, but bc i was alone and not familiar with the place i decided against it
nevertheless i'm so so grateful it all worked out, bc i don't think i'd get to see the chance to see miles unless i travel to europe to catch one of his shows. if he had cancelled, i would've been devastated. there would've been a lot of tears and snot and i would've been inconsolable. and y'all would have to see me post about how upset i am every now and again lol
as mentioned, i managed to capture some pretty cute moments which i will be sharing here! if you hear me singing along and hearing my voice crack midway, pls excuse it bc i was recovering from falling ill and almost losing my voice after zayn's concert xoxo
#miles kane#i started drafting this the moment i got back to my room. don't ask why i'm only posting it two whole weeks later#(i really tried this time to be the kind of person who would update about things as they were happening. this attempt did not last long)#lux.txt
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Snowbaird Valentines event 2024 - Stars ⭐️ 🌙 ☀️
Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x Lucy Gray Baird aka Snowbaird - 550 words
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Deep in the meadow
Under the willow
All Coriolanus could do was listen to his songbird. His. Lucy Gray sang, with his head laying on her chest, her fingers combing through his blonde, buzzcut hair. They really were laying in the middle of a meadow, in the tall grass under the starry night where nobody would find them.
Lucy Gray smiled and he smiled back, dumb and love-struck and her singing broke with a giggle as she cupped his face. Coriolanus leans into her warm, warm hands. In his hair, caressing his cheek. Never had he felt so safe. The night hadn’t begun like this.
A bed of grass
A soft green pillow
It was the anniversary of his mother’s death, alongside his younger sister. Coriolanus had cried and cried all day, going so far as to smash and destroy things. When he’d turned in for the night, lying in his bed, he hadn’t been able to take it anymore. He practically threw himself at Lucy Gray, sobbing.
The way her brown eyes softened like molten honey made him want to cry harder, because somehow it reminded him of her. His mother. His songbird. One and the same.
Lay down your head
and close your eyes
Lucy Gray held Coriolanus tenderly while he cried, rubbing his back soothingly and humming to him. When the covey curiously approached, she excused them, and took him here. He loved her for it, oh how he loved her, almost too much. Coriolanus listened to the sound of her heart slowly beating in her chest. Her heart, that belonged to him.
Lucy Gray’s eyes traced the sky, connecting constellations. The most beautiful view of the stars was from her warm eyes. She who was a star. She who was born to love the world.
and when they open
The sun will rise
He who was born to hate and scorn. Coriolanus was so very different from her, how could she love him? How could he love her? Were they not too different?
But the way she looked at him with such love and affection, so genuine, he hoped the same showed in his own. Coriolanus hung onto her every word. Every verse. Every soothing stroke to his hair, his back, his hands.
Here it’s safe, here it’s warm
Here the daisies guard you, from every harm
When Lucy Gray sang that part he cried harder and she squeezed him and kissed his forehead. She loved him.
Here your dreams are sweet
and tomorrow brings them true
Coriolanus hugged her, clung to her. If he was holding her too hard, she didn’t show it. Lucy Gray leaned her forehead against his. This time it reminds him of himself, and the way he does that to others when he’s trying to calm them.
He’d done it to her before too, and Sejanus… Tigris had even done it to him. He wondered if it ran in the family. Was Lucy Gray family now? Did he think of her as such? Lucy Gray Snow.
Here is the place
Where I love you.
“Did you write that yourself?”
“Yes.”
That night, laying in a meadow of tall grass, Coriolanus Snow wept into Lucy Gray Baird’s arms. He had no idea how that song would haunt him like a living nightmare, not when it felt like a dream.
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Note: My first ever Snowbaird fic, sorry for the angst, I just couldn’t help myself! The idea popped in my head and I had to write it so I just hope I did it justice! (I may have teared up a little writing this)
anyway hope y’all enjoy this over there @snowbaird-events 😘
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Just unlocked Antique story idc if it cost me 400 gems I want my son anyways it broke me on so many levels I'm going to kill you Madara it broke my goddamn fucking heart the ending AUGH sobbing crying wailing. For once though Double Face operates like a normal ass unit by that I mean they don't try to break up for the third time. Having another duo unit face them was so important though, a senior member like Madara and Shu, and a younger member like Mika and Kohaku do so well to contrast each other and it also built the way for Secret Service and Shinsekai oh wait I just realized all the SS chapters start with S that's crazy anyways back to topic... Madara lecturing Shu about communicating with his unit mate (eye roll) yeah as if. Thing is both of the junior unit mates are ride or die for their leader in different ways, Kohaku aggressively keeping Madara tied down (in a good way) to remind that giant to stop looking at the lonely clouds and realize that just because he's high up, doesn't mean there's people who care about him at the ground. He quite literally needs to look down more (because everyone else is shorter except Kuro and Rei but you get it etc etc) and see the people who care for him. As impressive as they are they complete each other. I keep feeling like Madara is so much happier and lively in Double Face than MaM. I feel like that sheriff outfit is more himself than his own featured scout outfit... That's just me though. I am aware that the other two is just the idol he wants to he: jolly, festive and someone to liven up the party. But he feels.,,, more true to me as Double Face. That's why it's heartbreaking that they disbanded to me... Ough men will literally do anything but get therapy I hate him
Anyways I rambled again hope you have a good day fifjdkdjdkjd
- Madara yume anon 🍀
youre absolutely right and thats actually been acknowledged in canon too. when double face was first formed arashi said she noticed madara seems much happier now and shes glad hes finally joined a unit . (she was disappointed to find out about the darker side of the unit though, and later to hear about their disbandment)
mam is who he wishes he could be, double face is who he feels he really is.
ive talked before about how madara tends to run away from positive emotions because the feeling is so unfamiliar that its uncomfortable , and thats why he disbanded double face. its not that he doesnt notice all the people that care about him either, he sees them and feels that they dont understand because if they did they couldnt possibly love him . so the love looks naïve from his point of view rather than fully understood (even if it isnt), and being loved without being understood almost hurts worse than not being loved at all.
so he knows hes loved but he cant look the people that love him in the eyes and letting them love him blind to who he "really is" feels wrong of him, so his solution is to not let anyone get too close or truly love him at all. he keeps everyone that loves him at a "look dont touch" distance so if and when he self destructs, they dont get caught in the blast (which in theory would work, but in practice just confuses everyone involved) and unfortunately, he decided that kohaku got too close.
you ever heard the song shake the disease by depeche mode. you should listen to it
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There's a Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow
Chapter 18: Slipping Through My Fingers All the Time
Franny dropped him without a second thought.
In a fraction of a second, Franny’s anger changed to confusion. She took a step back, trying to understand what was going on.
With nowhere to run, the stranger slumped to the floor and seemed to curl in on himself. Only then did Franny notice the cord and guard attached to the gun she was holding.
“Mom?”
Franny jolted when the door opened and Wilbur began to walk in.
“Mom, are you okay? I heard something break.” Franny frantically motioned him out. “Stay in the hall! Don’t come in!” Despite looking startled and confused, Wilbur obeyed.
“What’s happening?” He called.
“I don’t know yet, just stay there! And shut the door!”
Wilbur did so. He waited in the hall for a minute.
Suddenly there was the sound of something getting knocked over in another room. Who’s there…?
Wilbur headed towards the noise in the darkness of the house.
Back in the storage room, Franny blindly felt around the walls until she found a lightswitch.
The light came on, and even without the helmet and goggles, Franny recognized him in a heartbeat. He may be her nephew, but from the moment his mother abandoned him and his sister, Franny and Cornelius stepped up, and he became like another child to her. She didn’t know whether to be relieved to find him or upset that she had attacked him.
“Laszlo! I’m so sorry, I had no idea it was you!”
He didn’t look up at her. Instead he stayed with his face buried in his knees, breathing heavily. She suddenly realized he was having a panic attack.
For the third time in two minutes, she went into mother bear mode.
Franny kneeled by him. “Honey, look at me.”
A choked sob escaped his throat, and he hugged himself tightly. “Shoot,” she muttered. This is a bad one. He doesn’t have his medicine, that's still in the future. She looked around. His goggles. That might be why he wouldn’t look up. It was discovered a few years ago that when Laszlo was anxious, his goggles always helped.
Franny retrieved them and tried again. “Lasz, look at me. It’s okay, I have your goggles.” Slowly, Laszlo glanced up at her with tearful eyes. He looked at the goggles in her hand and gently reached out to take them. Franny rubbed his shoulder lovingly. He was shaking like a leaf. “It’s okay...”
Laszlo slipped the goggles over his eyes, and Franny could tell almost immediately that they were calming him down. His breathing began to slow, and his shivering lessened. He sniffed and wiped away a couple stray tears that slipped from his eyes. He struggled with anxiety almost all his life, so Franny always knew what to look out for.
She also always knew what helped.
Gently as a mother could, she pulled him into a warm embrace.
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t.. I just… I… I thought…” His voice cracked and broke.
“Shh... just take a second and breathe.”
Franny began to sing quietly, the same way she did when he was little.
When Petunia first abandoned him.
As she sang, he closed his eyes and listened, calming down enough to understand that he was safe, and that nobody was going to hurt him. Not here. By the time the song had finished, he was doing much better. Franny’s music could help anyone in times of need.
“I’m sorry, I thought you were somebody else. There were some men that tried to kidnap me. If it wasn't for Buster and Uncle Art, I don't know where I'd be right now. Usually I can bounce right back from situations, but for whatever reason this one just really got to me. I just… yeah.”
Franny’s eyes widened. “Wait, hang on. Someone tried to kidnap you?! Who?!”
“I don’t know who they were. Some men creeping through an alleyway. Their faces were just… so creepy. I can’t stop thinking about them.”
Franny felt like her heart fell through the floor. Her brothers. Her family. Cornelius.
Someone’s trying to hunt them down.
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Check out the chapter on my Archive!
#Chapter Track: Slipping Through My Fingers - Declan McKenna#Its Laszlo angsting hours (sorry Laszlo)#I really wanted to explore Franny's caring and motherly nature towards some of the other Robinsons#In this story Franny and Cornelius definitely have a close bond with Laszlo and Tallulah#Since (much like Neil) they were abandoned by their mother#I will also say Laszlo first started having anxiety because of Petunia leaving#The Robinsons didn't exactly have easy lives before coming together#The song Franny sings is 'Slipping Through My Fingers (as seen in the chapter's title)#meet the robinsons#mtr#disney#disney fanfiction#fanfiction#franny robinson#wilbur robinson#laszlo robinson#meet the robinsons fanfiction#Mama Bear Franny#there's a great big beautiful tomorrow
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Heya, first of all im sorry for that terrible joke i made in the comment section xD
I'd like to request a Solomon x Reader
I'm a sucker for him and can't find good ffs or more like not much of him TT
Scenario:
Song to listen to if you want too
( hammock - then the quiet explosion)
So I've been thinking of a scenario where MC is kind of annoyed from the brothers always near them and clinging on them, so that they have no privacy.
Solomon ( who has a crush on them) sees that the reader is exhausted and takes her to a quiet place to rest with him ( the rest is your imagination)
I loved the joke so much lmaooo
Alright this is my first one in a long while so please cut me some slack! I did my very best so I hope you like it! O7
How To Cure Depression (Solomon x GN!Reader)
You
Cannot
Be
Serious
This is the third time this week
THE THIRD TIME THAT YOU HAVE WALKED INTO YOUR OWN ROOM TO HAVE IT BE IN SHAMBLES
IT IS TUESDAY!?!?
HOW IN THE WORLD
IN A HOUSE THIS BIG
IS YOUR ROOM ALWAYS THE CENTER OF ATTENTION
OH THATS RIGHT
BECAUSE EVERYONE WHO LIVES HERE BREAKS IN
AND THEY START FIGHTS WHEN SOMEONE ELSE DOES THE SAME THING
You just
Cant
Take it anymore
Lucifer is always critiquing your organization and how clean the room is
Mammon is always stealing your stuff
Levi and Satan are judging your interests all. the. time.
Asmo steals your clothes for selfies
Beel gets food on the floor
and Belphie messes up your bed at least six times a day
Why do they always have to do this
They have their own rooms
Why cant you?
you are so sick of cleaning up after their mess
so tired of always having to mediate fights
and that's why you're here you suppose
You couldn't even handle being in the house to listen to their excuses anymore
So you came here
The courtyard of the Royal Academy of Diavolo
It's the only place you can even feel like you can breathe right now, and even now you're struggling to keep the tears in
You close your eyes and take a breath, your head resting on your knees
Theres a nice breeze today…
It smells like flowers almost…
You can feel the sun shining on your skin too…its so warm…you missed that feeling…
Wait a second
aren't you underground right now?
Why is there a breeze??? Even if there was a breeze, why does it smell like flowers??
And there definitely shouldn't be a sunlight feeling??
Finally taking a moment to look up, you lock eyes with the one and only shady wizard
You almost want to sigh
There goes peace…goodbye peace…you will be missed…
But the way he's looking at you is…different
He's missing his signature smirk that always seems to be plastered on his face
Instead it's been replaced with something slightly softer…kind…
"Hey" he took a few steps forward
Leaning down next to you, and wiping a teardrop from your cheek
"...hey…" you said back, still unsure
Solomon sits beside you, leaning against the large stone wall hiding you from the rest of the world
"What happened?"
And with that
You broke
You cried on and on and on
Sobbing about how overwhelmed you were, how nothing you did was good enough, how exhausted you were all the time
You really hadn't meant to
But by the end you were just a bundle of tears
You were expecting a comment on how small your problems were
or maybe even a laugh because what did you expect? They ARE demons after all…
What you weren't expecting
Was Solomon gently taking your hand
And whispering a slight follow me
Gently he led you deeper within the courtyard, getting ever so slightly lost between the hedges
"Close your eyes" he said, with a slight smirk
and in that moment you werent sure if you should trust him
On one hand, he has yet to bully you
On the other, you might commit homicide if he starts now
You sigh and close your eyes
After a few moments of absolutely nothing happening you open them
And poof the wizard is gone
Are
You
Serious
He led you into what is basically a hedgemaze and then left!?
You huff, more annoyed now than you were before
You could go commit arson
You could ask diavolo so politely
He would probably say yes ri-
AAAAAAAA
you let out a short scream as a hand shoots out from within one of the hedges
You can hear Solomon laugh slightly from inside
oh you motherfu-
The hand grabs you and pulls you in
After being yanked through the bushes, you find yourself in a small cove…
Flowers filled the ground, and the grass was so soft….and there was sunlight- how?
"Where…" you whispered, still a bit awestruck
A place like this definitely shouldn't exist in the devildom…
"This is a little piece of home" Solomon explained, while taking a seat on the soft ground, "I made it with an illusion spell of sorts…I come here when things get difficult"
You gently sat next to Solomon
Taking it all in
Who knew the shady wizard had a soft side…
Solomon pulled your head down to his lap, one hand gently running through your hair while the other pulled out a book
He softly began to read
"I don't trust stairs…they are always up to something"
…huh
"Where do ghosts become pilots?...fright school"
…no
"Why did the cookie go to the doctor? It was feeling crumby"
…you were going to kill him
…but maybe later
You laughed and gently swatted Solomon's book of "1000 dad jokes to cheer up people with depression"
How sweet of him
Solomon laughed and poked at your cheeks
you really were beautiful when you smiled
Not that he could say that of course
…not yet
He wanted to savor this moment by your side for just a bit longer
Just the two of you
Safe in your little bubble
Away from the rest of the world
Solomon gently pet your hair until you fell asleep
Watching with a gentle smile
Before placing a small kiss on your forehead
He would give the brothers a piece of his mind later
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Do you think Maroon is about Matty?
Anon, you know I do! lol But hopefully I can make a little sense of why I think so!
Let's start with the title, itself. Obviously, 'Maroon' is a color, a dark red. This of course hearkens back to Taylor's Red album:
"The album's title refers to the tumultuous, "red" emotions Swift experienced during the album's conception; its songs discuss the complex and conflicting feelings resulting from fading romance."
The term "fading romance" reminds me of how red can "fade" into maroon, think bright red autumn leaves fading to brown. Taylor is reminiscing about a love that faded.
Though, the title could have a double meaning. Maroon is also used as a verb, meaning "to abandon or isolate someone". These are themes we see in both 'Cardigan' and 'Question…?', and I'd argue that Taylor visually shows herself marooned in the video for 'Cardigan', as she desperately clings to her piano in the middle of the ocean…
Once we get into the lyrics, we see that our mystery muse has a vinyl shelf, and our suspect also likes to collect vinyl:
"I love vinyl and I've got a lot of vinyl, but I'm more of a t-shirt collector."
Matty has also historically had roommates: he lived with his bandmates for a while, and he lived with George in London for a time, and later, with Sam Burgess-Johnson.
The first thing to strike me while listening was actually this line, but the way Taylor sings it makes me hear it this way:
And I chose you (pause) The 1 (pause) I was dancing with in New York
If this is a reference to 'The 1', well, that song almost certainly references Robbers lyrics!
And speaking of dancing in New York… that's quite reminiscent of Cardigan: "Dancin' in your Levi's, drunk under a streetlight" and "Your heartbeat on the High Line" (the latter being a New York landmark).
We have splashing wine, and a man who has a heavy association with wine, to the point that it became part of his persona, stagecraft, and silhouette circa 2013-2014 (as well as his clumsiness)
"The rust that grew between telephones" is reminiscent of Matty's lost verse from "Slut!": "Plus 44 on an American phone"
"Sobbing with your head in your hands" reminds me of this performance from late 2014 (just after they allegedly broke up) which ends with Matty literally sobbing with his head in his hands (jump to the last ten seconds of the video to see it). He would go on to describe what happened that night as being partially due to "girl stuff"…
Lastly, and this is admittedly, a strange one. But that sort of foreboding synthy undercurrent throughout the song… reminds me so much of a pitched-down version of the same sound from the Real World version of 'I Like America' (compare them here and here).
Whew! Hopefully that's everything! Thanks for the ask ♥
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Hybrid HeartBreak
A Canon Drabble for AlxKoxNai
⚠️Content Warning⚠️
Sad, Angst, Pregnancy mention, No Snz
Author’s Notes: I heard this song “I see you everywhere” and the artist is by /0/0/0/ (without all the dashes). It inspired me to write this short angsty Drabble in relation to Draeko finding out Alistar got Indi pregnant. Enjoy 😉 @aller-geez did the cover, and owns Draeko as well as Kanai. I should have Snzfire p. 2 up by the 17th if not earlier! 😇 this literally just came to me and is pretty short from what I normally do.
“Get out.” Draeko said quietly at first, small tears forming in his duo-colored eyes. He sniffled, quickly rubbing them away at the illusion he could hide his feelings.
“What?” The crimson eyed demon looked over at the smaller with confusion written all over his face, almost like maybe he had heard him Incorrectly, but truthfully, he hadn’t.
“GET OUT, ALISTAR!” Slamming his fists down at his sides while he shouted from his chest, he looked up to make eye contact, he needed the demon to know he was serious.
“Dr-“ he tried again but was immediately cut off. He couldn’t believe what was happening, Draeko never acted like this towards him or Kanai. Speaking of, he was the one to cut the red head off, now having entered the space when he heard the commotion.
“Donnie? Luciftias?” He looked at each of them with curious concern, slowly trying to piece together what might have happened.
“GET OUT ALISTAR, I SAID LEAVE!” He shoved the red head with his flattened palms and the tall demon stumbled backwards with an even more confused expression as his eyebrows bent forward. A slight sparkle of hurt behind his ruby gaze.
“Pup-“ he tried again, but it wasn’t of any use before the mutt was popping off at the mouth again.
“Don’t FUCKING call me that!” Growling low and snapping in between, it was a whole other side of the hybrid that the anti-Christ had never seen. He would almost be turned on if he wasn’t so taken aback.
“Can you just… HEAR ME OUT??” He tried but he couldn’t hold onto his patience anymore, between the constant interruptions and lack of respect, he had had it.
“NO! I TOLD you to stop fucking her! I TOLD you! I let you fuck whoever you want, I let you do and be and HAVE whatever you WANT ALWAYS!!!! And you couldn’t just give me ONE fucking thing? One rule? JUST ONE?” Tears poured down his mint and grey colored eyes, stomping his left foot with passionate force, an attempt at intimidating the large red head.
“Dude that thing means NOTHING to me, when are you going to understand that?? I don’t know why you expect so much out of me all of the fucking time, Draeko, seriously, IM FROM HELL. IM SATANS SON. IM NEVER GONNA BE ANYTHING MORE THAN THAT,” Kanai looked between the two of his closest mates and furrowed his brows.
“What is this? Why are we yelling?” His voice was flat but his eyebrow raised in concern because he had never seen them …do this.
“WHY AM I YELLING?!” He furiously turned on his heels to face his best friend who glared daggers, a look he’d seen only twice, and never at him. Alistar now realized just who it was he was targeting now and took a deep breath, and with an edge of irritation, spoke. “Nai….Tell him, tell Draeko, again. And again. Because he won’t LISTEN,” hissing and snapping his words with emphasis. “That we can’t LOVE HIM, and he needs to get a GRIP on his fucking HUMANITY, redirect that shit somewhere the fuck else….I fucked up ! I get that! But I’m still HERE, aren’t I?? IM coming HERE aren’t I? It’s me and YOU and Kanai isn’t it??” Now he snapped his gaze to the other with force, the mutt fell to his knees and broke down into a massive puddle of sobs.
“I’ll NEVER have that with you….I’ll NEVER be that close to either of you that way….and it hurts so deeply, Al…you can’t even begin to imagine…” he gasped between words whilst he spoke and flung his hands about as he spoke. His nose leaked of snot and his tears covered his cheeks.
“WHY, does it hurt? Explain,” Alistar was still not sold, what was so upsetting about this? He couldnt comprehend why him expecting a child he doesn’t want, was making Draeko so angry.
“Because I’m in love with you….Im in love with both of you…and I want to be close to you both, always…forever…I know you guys can’t-….but I can…for all of us..” he snubbled rubbing his nose against the sleeve of his sweater.
“Luciftias….don’t leak…it is okay, I think what you want and what we have together is compatible…right, Al?” He reassured the small male while looking over at the red head hoping to mediate the anger.
“Look, I’m having a fucking kid, so what? Big deal, you shouldn’t want that with me because /I/ don’t fucking want it….its a CURSE…” he sighed deeply gripping the bridge of his nose in a pinch of his fingers.
“It’s a blessing, Alistar! Children are blessings here!” He spat again, defending his argument tooth and nail because what if someday he wanted kids! He knew he’d be a hell of a lot better of a parent than his own were.
“FUCK kids dude! They’re so annoying…and they turn into adults that are even more annoying….reproducing is a virus, and I’m glad I got snipped last week,” Putting his hands at his hips he looked upward triumphantly while Draeko went completely pale.
“W-what?” He asked hoping he’d heard the red head incorrectly.
“Yep! Can’t have that happen again….seriously…my dad is NOT gonna be happy with me,” shaking his head back and forth, running a hand through his Ruby locks.
“So we can’t ever….” Alistar and Kanai looked at each other almost as if the mutt was completely delusional, cause he was. They didn’t need Alistar’s unhinged genes to have kids IF they wanted them. Which both demons had agreed upon not wanting them long ago. However, none of them had a vessel with an incubator. So that also made Draeko look extremely odd in this moment.
“Dude, I never wanted to, and how could we? You don’t need me! This doesn’t make SENSE!” Alistar threw his hands in his hair trying to resist yanking every last strand of his hair right out from his head.
“What about me?? We could’ve used a surrogate, you don’t know!!” He interjected, arguing against them. He wasn’t stupid, he was aware they’d need other things, it’s not that he ever thought about it, it’s just that the option was ripped away.
“What-….IM AN ANTI-CHRIST DRAEKO, do you realize what breeding MY genetics DOES?! That fucking kid is going to be stronger, and more powerful than me and my father, I accidentally created my predecessor before my time of retirement, and he’s probably going to fucking KILL ME SOME DAY!” He reached down and shook the hybrid by his shoulders. The mutt drooped, and despite the other’s words, he couldn’t deal with the emotional deregulation inside of his disordered brain. He shut down, closed his eyes and allowed himself to check out completely. Al mindlessly mumbled and continue to shake the mutt’s limp body, Kanai stepped up, putting a hand onto Alistar’s shoulder.
“Alistar…enough,” he said sternly but still without much force or emotion and the red head immediately halted his actions, looking down to see the other fully blacked out, and passed out. “Let go,” Alistar listened as he effortlessly released the hybrid into Kanai’s arms who had bent over to scoop the small mutt up.
“But Kanai…” he tried, reaching a hand out only for it to fall back down to his side.
“We are just going to have to take this one day at a time, Donnie…he is brain sick, remember? But…it’ll be okay,” and for the first time Alistar had ever seen him, he cracked his left side mouth into a half smile. It was just enough to make the demon’s brows lift and his head tilt as they disappeared and he was left alone to his own devices.
The End
Author’s Notes: Ouch 🥲 Did you like the ouch? I liked the ouch. 😗 thanks for reading!
#angst#AlxKoxNai#Alistar Satanos#Kanai Orpheus#Draeko Grey#original character#oc#writer#fic writer#vanilla#no Snz
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Love you more
Gif credits to owner!
Pairing: Kirill x gn reader
Length: 2.3k
Authors note: im sorry this one took so long! Requested.
"Y/n you will find a new guy he will be so good to you and it will all work out for you its just that we don't." Your now ex boyfriend had just broke your heart into so many pieces that you weren't sure they would ever be put back together.
"Just get out Jamie, I don't need a whole sob story on how great I am after you dump me. Ill leave your stuff in a box that you can pick up outside on monday."
With that you ushered him out of the house before collecting a bottle of wine from the fridge and heading back to your couch. With that you decided your best move currently was to watch the wild game. You had promised Kirill that you would watch it and you intended to keep it.
You were able to block out the feelings as you watched the boys play, enjoying their three point lead and all the smiles on the bench as they goof off.
A wild game later Kirill texted you that he was on the way back to your shared apartment. Knowing that he was on the way back made you feel a little better as you knew he would be around to help but that didn't make the tears stop falling.
When Kirill walked in 20 minutes later followed by Zuccy, Dumba and Boldy and saw you on the couch crying he immediately kicked them out. While they were going celebrate the win Kirill had decided you were more important.
Zuccy gave you an apprehensive look before ushering the two younger ones out the door. As they left you could hear quiet mumbles of "I hope they are okay" and "feel better y/n." Before you could mutter out a thank you the door softly shut behind Mats.
As the door shut Kirill made his way to the couch plopping down onto it. "Whats up dorogája?" (Sweetheart) The simple question just made the tears fall faster.
"Can I give you a hug?" He asked trying to get any words out of you to slow down your breathing and take your mind off of whatever was troubling you.
You nod slowly and Kirill moves to wrap his arms around you while slowly rubbing your back. You collapsed onto his shoulder and cried while he quietly sang songs to you in Russian. While you had very little of an idea of what he was singing it comforted you. He always knew exactly what you needed.
After you had composed yourself a little you let him know what had happened. "Jamie broke up with me today and now I'm not sure what to do," you sniffled quietly.
Kirill's eyes widened as you spoke and he immediately went into protective mode. "What can I do to help? Oh wait I have an idea." He got up and started to look for the remote to the tv running around like a goofball and getting a small chuckle out of you.
After he finally found the remote he sat down on the couch and put on Lilo and stitch. He smiled knowing it was your favorite movie, and pulled you into his side again. You smiled and curled up onto the couch as he pulled a blanket onto the two of you.
You spent the rest of the night watching Disney movies and and searching the pantry for easy snacks. Kirill had opted to put the wine bottle back in the fridge since you hadn't opened it. After you had helped him through his last breakup he knew that it would only make things worse currently.
You cried a little every once in a while but hoped Kirill didn't notice as you felt bad for burdening him with this.
You really cared about him and while you loved Jamie it wasn't the way that you felt for Kirill. He had been there for everything the last few years. Your first fight with Jamie, graduation, when you finally got your first job in your field and he had promised to be there on your wedding day. He was the one who was there when you woke up and when you fell asleep.
He was always there to listen and you tried to he there for him just as much. Every regular season game, every group outing with the boys (who almost forgot you weren't a part of the team at times), and every playoff game possible. You would drop everything to be around for him if you could. You didn't want him to leave you more than anything.
What you hadn't realized though was that Kirill was livid. Not at you but at Jamie for being able to hurt you, he knew that he would have treated you so much better and that you deserved everything you ever wanted.
He loved you.
He had always loved you and now that he had the chance he was going to fight for you.
He watched the tears slowly stop as you began to fall asleep on his shoulder, exhausted from the last few hours.
At this point Kirill looked at the time reading 12:30 am. He knew that you had work in the morning so he got up and carried you down the hallway to your bedroom, and laid you gently on your bed.
He then went out and grabbed the blanket from the couch to put on top of you so he didn't have to make you wake up to pull the covers up. After he had you all tucked in he gave you a light kiss on the forehead before whispering to no one but himself, "I love you y/n you deserve so much better."
He then wandered down the hallway to his own bedroom and got himself ready for bed before laying down and slowly falling asleep.
When you woke up snow was falling outside, checking your work group chat you saw that your job was closed for the day due to an issue with something in the shop. At first you were excited to have a day off but then you remembered the events that had taken place last night. Opting to continue to lay in bed for a while you grabbed your phone once again and turned on tiktok scrolling through your for you page.
After a little while you heard the faint noise of feet padding down the hallway towards your door. It was soon followed by gentle knock. "Y/n," Kirill whispered through the door.
"Come in," you sighed and he silently opened the door and made his way over to you.
"You're going to be late for work you should probably get up," he giggled looking at your slight bedhead knowing that he would maybe get fought if he wasn't careful.
"They closed the shop so I don't work today, so I have more time to wallow in self pity. What are your plans for the day?"
Kirill frowned at this and decided that today he was not going to let you sit inside. He quickly got up and ran out of the room with a huge smile on his face.
"I wonder whats on his mind," you muttered to yourself before deciding to go get a cup of coffee.
You got up and walked into Kirill's room thinking he might be in there. When he wasn't you decided to steal one of his hoodies and headed towards the kitchen.
Once you reached the kitchen you could hear the clattering of pans and quiet swearing as Kirill tried to make breakfast.
You smiled to yourself as you turned the corner watching Kirill whisk together pancake batter. You then walked all the way into the kitchen and started the Keurig.
"Good morning!" Kirill says cheerily and you smile in response.
"What are you making?" You ask him and he scratches his head.
"I was trying to make pancakes but the batter is all lumpy and I can't fix it." He sighs and you giggle a little bit before coming over to inspect the batter.
"You just need to add a little bit more water and you should be good." You respond taking the bowl to the sink and adding the water before whisking the batter together.
"Thank you." He says and begins heating up the stove.
You smile at his effort and finished making your coffee and making one for him as well.
Kirill kept working at the pancakes. As he finished he set two plates up for both of you. He then set the table and got plates dished up.
As you sat down at the table he began to fidget with his hands in anticipation. "Hurry we have stuff to do today!" He smiles brightly making you laugh.
"What do we have to do?" You ask and he smiles.
"I can't answer that but I have the day off to so expect some fun." You smile at his effort and finish your pancakes and coffee quickly before getting ready to go.
Kirill met you at the front door dressed in a pair of jeans and a nice t shirt. He smiled at you before dragging you out the door to his car.
He drove you to the downtown area and you walked around looking at all of the small shops. The two of you window shopped and joked around while the cars flew by around you.
As you continued on you passed a small pet shop. Kirill had been wanting a dog for a while now so you smiled at him and went inside.
You looked around the small shop for a while playing with the kittens and puppies in the open play pens. You noticed that most of the puppies were really playful but Kirill had one that was taking a nap on his lap curled up in a little ball.
You smiled at him before asking, "is that the one?"
"He's only the one if you agree to it. Im going to need help taking care of him while I'm gone and I think it would keep you busy when I'm gone," he replied.
"I think you should get him he is so adorable." You smile and Kirill looks to the owner of the shop to start the transaction.
The two of you walked around the pet shop picking out toys treats and food. He made his way over to the collars and the two of you decided on a light blue collar. As you made your way up to the register he grabbed your hand and squeezed it lightly.
The two of you held hands through the rest of the pet shop falling into a comfortable silence while paying for the puppy and all of the extras. After paying you and Kirill dropped hands to grab all of the bags. "What should we name him?" Kirill asked, and you thought for a moment.
"What do you think of Winston?" You ask and he smiles at you.
"I love it."
You made your way to the car and then Kirill led you to a park to let Winston play outside for a little bit before going home. As you walked through the park with the little golden retriever he smiled and all you could think was that he looked ethereal in the sun.
He let Winston off the leash for a little bit to run around. The puppy played hard and chased Kirill around the small clearing in the park. As Kirill ran you couldn't help but laugh as he ran pretending to be terrified of the small animal chasing him.
You moved to grab your phone to take pictures of the two of them playing around in the field before being crashed into by Kirill as he was busy trying to keep the puppy from getting tangled in his legs.
The two of you landed on the ground with a thud before bursting out laughing as Winston immediately tried to grab Kirill's beanie off his head. You smiled and Kirill quickly re leashed him and you continued on your journey.
You found yourself reaching for his hand and he reciprocated gently holding it and smiling at you. As you walked you made small talk and goofed around. While you walked you couldn't help but think about the future.
Would he want the same things as you? A whole world of possibilities ahead of the two of you and you had no idea if he was interested in any of it.
As you were thinking Kirill stopped. Both you and Winston turned to look at him slightly confused.
"Y/n?" He asks "I know that this might be too early for this but, I need you with me forever. I cant bare to watch you get your heart broken again by someone who doesn't really care. I need you to be in my life and I'm more than willing to wait if you need time but I love you-"
He froze as you pressed your lips to his. It felt as though the world was stopping to wait for you. You pulled away and he moved his hands to your waist pulling you into a hug and squeezing as if he could never let you go again.
"I love you more Kirill. I couldn't imagine the future without you." He smiled and pressed his lips to your cheek.
When you finished Kirill was bright red and he had a big toothy grin plastered on.
"Can we go home and have a movie day?" You ask and he smiles and nods before latching your hands together.
"For the record I love you way more Y/n" he responds making his way to the car.
As you make your way in you stop to wonder how you got so lucky. You looked forward to the future and all you could see was a great outlook. "I don't think that's possible Kirill. I will always love you more."
#minnesota wild#mn wild#kirill kaprizov#kaprizov#nhl imagine#nhl blurb#Minnesota wild blurb#hockey#nhl fic#Kirill Kaprizov fic#hockey boys#kirill Kaprizov fluff
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A Bad Cup of Coffee
I wrote this fic from Leo Manfred's perspective when I was depressed; it's an original headcannon of what he was going through the day before his first appearance in Detroit: Become Human
Rating:
Teen And Up Audiences
No Archive Warnings Apply
Category:
Gen
Fandom:
Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)
Characters:
Leo Manfred
Jerry(s) (Detroit: Become Human)
Original Female Human Character(s)
Additional Tags:
Leo Manfred POV
Leo Needs a Hug
Hurt No Comfort
I'm So Sorry Jerry
Physical Abuse
References to Drugs
Song Lyrics
References to Depression
One Shot
Language: English Series:Part 1 of Carl Dies
Published: 2023-10-25
Words:1,276
Chapters:1/1
Summary:
Leo fucked up again. (The events of this story take place the day before we first see Leo's appearance in Detroit: Become Human)
Notes:
This fic is mostly a self-indulgence. I wrote it when I was extremely depressed and ironically I felt better after writing it. I decided I wanted to write these little stories as one shots, but I plan on writing a few more (Completely out of order), hence why I am tying this to "The Graveyard" because these stories will all be very much their own thing but work together in the same timeline. The song Leo listens to 2/3rds through the story (If you'd like to read along with it) is Green Day - Boulevard of Broken Dreams https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Soa3gO7tL-c
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Thursday, November 4th, 2038
The alarm blared and it was time for another dreaded day for Leo to go to work. He had his third breakdown last week when some idiot gave him crap over how much cream cheese was spread over a fucking bagel. "Why aren't there equal amounts of cream cheese on both sides? I asked for equal amounts of cream cheese on both sides!" Leo was so done with this shit and he SCREAMED at the man "YOU FUCKING IDIOT! The cream cheese stuck to the other side, it ain't my god damn fault!" His boss threatened to fire Leo if an incident like this were to occur again.
Leo took a hit from his Red Ice vape, just enough for him to vibe enough to put up with whatever bullshit he was going to put up with today. Enough that the intrusive thoughts were there, but not enough for them to take over. Leo HATED the way he acted when he had taken too much, but it felt so god damn good!
He dragged his sorry ass to the coffee shop and lay his bag down in the break room. His boss peered over his shoulder, "You better not fuck up today, Manfred."
"Yeah, whatever." Leo replied with a shrug.
Leo asked his coworker, Sheryl to man the till today so he could avoid talking to as many customers as possible and she complied without hesitation. Sheryl was the only person who was tolerable to work with at this shit hole of an establishment. Other than her, he hated EVERYONE, even Jerry. Especially Jerry. Fucking androids. They'd never have to deal with feeling like a miserable, worthless piece of shit like him.
One hour left in his shift, and Leo had successfully managed to keep himself from getting fired so far. Sheryl pulled off the "customer service" act so well, despite the usual barrage of annoying idiot customers. He always looked forward to the end of the day where she'd go back to her normal self and talked so informal saying fuck and shit in almost every sentence with a tone that would be considered a "bad attitude" from the boss. But in reality, she was super cool. Something felt good about being the only one at work to see that side of her.
A man who ordered a few minutes ago, came back raging. "I TOLD you I wanted a fresh cup and this tastes like the stalest oldest shit you could give me!" The man screamed as he threw the coffee at Sheryl, scalding her.
What Leo saw next was neither customer service Sheryl or badass Sheryl...it was broken Sheryl. She froze, broke into a sob, and ran out of the shop wailing and crying. For once Leo's intrusive thoughts were in sync with his regular line of thinking.
[He needs to get his ass kicked]
Leo hopped over the counter, clutched him into a chokehold, and threw him onto the floor. He should have stopped there, but the violence felt so good. [It's justified] He thought to himself. [Sheryl didn't deserve that] He pinned the man down and laid down punch after punch as the man and any customers that were around to witness screamed in horror.
Suddenly he was stopped and pulled up by that fucking android, Jerry. Leo's temperament wasn't settled. "Fucking piece of plastic! Let go of me!" Leo shouted before shifting to hook his fist directly into Jerry's right cheek.
The impact scraped the part of synthskin where it landed, and the android seemed to emulate fear. "My name is Jerry!" The android shouted before frantically running out the door. That display was so convincing that Leo almost felt bad about punching the thing. However, he knew better than to fall for the emulation of human emotions. Self-preservation was probably something built into their program - or perhaps Leo caused it to malfunction from hitting it too hard.
The boss came out finally. He'd probably been in his office blasting shitty music and playing Level 28,453 of Candy Crush or something. "What the hell is going on here? Where's Sheryl and Jerry?" He hollered.
"Your employee jumped over the counter and attacked me like a wild animal!" The beat up asshole shouted.
"He started it! He threw hot coffee onto Sheryl and she ran out crying!" Leo protested.
"Which I wouldn't have done if you had given me fresh coffee like I asked!" The man retorted.
"FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Leo screamed before throwing the man a sucker punch in the stomach, and he fell to the ground.
The man, speechless, shook his head and limped towards the door once he regained his composure.
"Please don't press charges." The boss pleaded to the customer.
"I won't, but I want to see you fire him." The man told him.
"With pleasure." The boss complied before he turned to Leo to shout "YOU'RE FIRED!"
Leo went home and upon approaching the door to is apartment, he'd spotted an eviction notice. "Fuck my life!" Leo shouted out loud as he entered through the door. He plopped onto his bed and screamed into his pillow. "AAAAAH!"
He plugged his airpods into his ears, and blasted the song Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day, closing his eyes for a moment and taking a exaggerated breath during the initial guitar riff. He started singing along to the lyrics. "I walk a lonely road. The only one that I have ever known. Don't know where it goes, but it's home to me, and I walk alone." He proceeded to load the red ice into his pipe, lit it up and took a deep inhale, laying back into his bed as he watched the red smoke release into the air. He sank into his bed as he felt his stress start to dissipate, though a lingering was left behind. Leo needed more ice; he was almost out. Not to mention he would wind up homeless soon if he could not get any money.
Leo continued to sing while laying down, attempting to relax. He nodded his head slightly while belting "My shadow's the only one that walks beside me. My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating. Sometimes, I wish someone out there will find me." He took another inhale from his vape, savoring it before releasing the breath. He closed his eyes and hummed along with the "Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah. Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah" while simultaneously feeling the music, imagining himself walking down a deserted outskirt in slow motion.
Leo tried to let his mind wander, but it kept coming back to reflect on his shitty predicament. He would need to ask his dad for more cash. If the requirement to ask his disapproving father for money was not bad enough, having to see Carl treat that plastic toy like his actual son was so much worse.
"Read between the lines. What's fucked up, and everything's alright. Check my vital signs. To know I'm still alive, and I walk alone." Maybe if he punched Markus, it would run off like Jerry did. However, Jerry had been in a public place at the time; what if Markus reacted more violently? It could be incredibly dangerous to pick a fight with an android where nobody could hear you scream.
And there was something different about Markus; it was so good at acting human. Leo would not doubt it if Kamski built it with some protocol to beat the shit out of anyone who provoked it. Leo closed his eyes once again and let his mind continue to drift until he passed out.
[THE END]
If you enjoyed reading this story and you firmly believe that Leo Manfred deserves redemption, feel free to give a Kudos/Comment on AO3 to give him some love!
#Leo manfred#Dbh fanfic#KOL: FANFIC#one shot#fanfic#dbh#detroit: become human#dbh leo#ao3#writing#jerry em400#jerry dbh#leo is hurt and confused#leo manfred needs a hug#Leo manfred deserves redemption#Jerry didn't deserve that#working in retail#type: text
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