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theworldoffostering · 2 years ago

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I’m going to give a detailed account of our trip. If you’re not interested in reading about our five week tent excursion, please feel free to skip.

Days 1 & 2:

We started with a tour of Winona State University in Minnesota, and then camped two nights at Whitewater State Park. My college roommate/best friend lives in the Twin Cities, and some of her kids also did the college tour, and they camped with us the first night which was a great way to kick off our adventure.

Days 3 & 4:

We camped at Palisades State Park in eastern South Dakota. That park is so beautiful. We went to a ranger talk about fireflies which was given by a college student and well done. We also did a Charlie Brown movie night sponsored by the park where we indulged in $.25 popsicles and popcorn.

Days 5-7:

We drove to Custer State Park. We did the obligatory stops at the Corn Palace and Wall Drug along the way. At Custer we hiked Sylvan Lake and Cathedral Spires. We also drove the wildlife loop and saw bison, big horned sheep, and lots of prairie dogs.

Days 8 & 9:

We stayed at the KOA in Cody, WY. It’s not very impressive for tent campers. There is ZERO shelter, and we nearly lost our tent in a storm. Thankfully, it stayed intact, but we spent a couple of hours bailing out water. However, it does have a pool which was a hit with the kids. They also offer a free pancake breakfast which was a nice reprieve from cooking.

While in Cody we went to the rodeo (kids loved it), ate really good pizza at a local place, and it is where Ms. 6 took a fall and hurt her knee to the point that she will need an MRI in the next week or two.

Days 10 & 11:

We drove into Yellowstone National Park via the west entrance. The drive from Cody was phenomenal! We saw bison and had lunch next to Yellowstone Lake. Last year we didn’t see the lake at all except for driving by it. I really wanted to spend some time on it this year. Lunch was perfect!

The next day we went back to the lake and did a short hike. Then we went to Old Faithful. I took Ms. 6 to the clinic there to have her knee looked at. We watched Old Faithful erupt, and we got to see the visitor center there and see the Old Faithful Inn which is beautiful. I had not been to either of those spots before despite watching Old Faithful erupt before. We also saw elk on our drive back to our campsite.

We stayed at Grant Campground.

Days 12-17:

We drove out of the west entrance of Yellowstone and headed north to Glacier National Park. We camped at Apgar there. On the drive, we saw several moose and my first bear! I was thrilled!

Apgar Campground is basically located on Lake McDonald which was cold! Every body of water at Glacier was cold! It was a long drive to get there so that first night we basically set up camp, ate dinner, and went to bed.

We hiked Rocky Point Trail, Trail of the Cedars, and Avalanche Lake. We also went to Polebridge and ate the most amazing huckleberry bear claws at The Mercantile. We drove to Bowman Lake and hiked a meadow trail at Polebridge.

The Going to the Sun Road opened while we were there (it was mid-July), and I’m so glad we got to experience driving it. The day we drove it, it was cold and rainy so a good day for it as we would not have been hiking. The views were incredible. We saw our first and only mountain goat on the trip, and two bears! They still had snow in areas, and although it took us the bulk of the day, we still had fun (kids were done though).

Two cousins of mine (siblings but they live in different states from each other and us) were in the park at the same time along with my uncle, and we happened upon them while they were eating dinner one night which was super fun because we did not have cell service to make a connection while there.

Our last night in the area we stayed at the KOA in West Glacier. That KOA is pretty nice, but the day was cold and rainy so we couldn’t take advantage of the pool. We mostly did laundry. I ended up getting a UTI. Ugh. So grateful we had some antibiotics on hand.

Day 18:

We drove to Spokane, WA and stayed in a hotel. The Hampton Inn has never felt so luxurious! Showers and beds for everyone! They had a pool too and we loved spending some time in there before bed.

Day 19:

We drove to Olympia, WA and celebrated DD’s birthday. We did Starbucks, the three older kids saw a movie, and then we went to Chipotle for lunch before heading to Olympic National Park.

Days 20-25:

Olympic National Park. I’m convinced I’d never survive in the PNW. It was 59-61 degrees every day and socked in with clouds most of the time we were there. I knew it would be cold, but didn’t expect it to be that cold (weather app said it would be about ten degrees warmer for the week). The wildlife was amazing, but we actually left one day early because we just couldn’t handle being cold, wet, and without sunshine.

Day 26:

Drove to Cannon Beach! That was one of my favorite afternoons! 70, sunny, tide was going out. I wish we would have caught the sunset. We had seafood for dinner along the shore before driving into Portland for the night. I got to see Mt Hood from a distance.

Day 27:

Portland! We went to the original Voodoo Doughnuts! Then we met up with my cousin who lives there, his wife, and my aunt and uncle who were visiting from NY. We ended up going to the Washington County Fair. My uncle treated all the kids to wristbands for the rides and an epic afternoon was had.

Day 28:

We drove to Sisters, OR. We pitched our tent in the backyard of a longtime friend of DH’s who graciously fed all of us too.

Day 29:

We drove to Idaho Falls, ID and camped at the KOA which backs up to a farm field. We really just needed a place to sleep. This fit the bill.

Days 30-37:

We drove to Grand Tetons National Park. We camped at Colter Bay. I really like it there because they have showers and laundry and that’s nice when you have kids and just need to clean up.

Colter Bay is on Jackson Lake which is part of the charm, but I was super disappointed to see that the lake is very low due to Idaho’s water needs. The marina at the campground wasn’t open due to such low water levels.

Grand Tetons was one of my favorite parts of the trip because we did some excellent hiking and saw so much wildlife which I was not expecting. We hiked Moose Pond, Phelps Lake (and DH did the cliff dive after hiking out to it), Taggart Lake, Bradley Lake, and Jackson Lake. We also did the scenic drive to Signal Mountain.

Days 38 & 39:

Allllll of the driving home.

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welcometotheballpit · 4 years ago

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Greetings: i was wondering if you had any good sources on getting into clown husbandry, like the established breeds, good foods, enrichment, etc sorry if this is a bother - rock

OH WHY HELLO THERE! No of course you could never be a bother, dear sweet rock. May I call you Rock? Or would it be more polite for a first meeting to call you by your full name, Rock-Eater or mayhaps ‘Dwayne the Rock Johnson’... Either way, I am always happy to humor those who seek my knowledge. COME and I shall avail of you my GREAT and STORIED wisdom.

As an elder clown myself, it is odd to think of my fellows in terms of breeds... rather, when our kind traveled from our original dimension along the inbetween (pocket dimensions loosely tethered to your reality and once tethered to our original reality) there were but three kinds of clowns- the colorful, the colorless and the clawed. Think of the colorful as the precursors to party clowns, jack and the boxes and the like, the colorless, as the precursors to mimes and Pierrots, and the clawed as the precursors to horror and scare clowns. Once in your dimension there was an explosion of differentiation as we adapted to suit this world.

Now there are English Jack-in-the-boxes, North American Pratfalls, ragamuffins, rodeo clowns, teacup jugglers and miniature porcelains, all filling their respective ecological niches. The children of the first few have spread so far and so wide, we have truly made this new dimension a home...

As for your second question- FOOD. I’m all for it myself, this old clown does love to nosh on a good funnel cake or cone of cotton candy. The best foods for clowns are the ones that resemble what we could once find in our dimension. There are not cotton candy bushes here to pluck the soft billowy blooms from, nor are there hot dogs swimming in the streams, but we make due very well indeed with the counterfeits that can be made using your human technology. I can sometimes close my eyes and imagine that I am picking up a tuft of cotton candy straight from the bush, or that the hot dog in the bag in freshly caught, or that the chocolate sauce in my refrigerator came from a proper chocolate bog... Anyways, the more processed the better. There is something unpalatable regarding the natural foods of your world, so most clowns prefer to taste it as little as possible.

OH HO HO and as for ENRICHMENT, well, it truly does depend on the clown, but you can never go wrong with appropriately sized toys and trampolines. Otherwise, scare clowns tend to love horror movies, juggalos love attending college dorm or house parties, and teacup mimes love to sharpen pencils and go on bloodthirsty hunts for rats within the walls, all good fun...

Anywho, do take a slice of complementary cake and pizza on your way out. I hope that you visit me again when your thirst for knowledge becomes UNQUENCHABLE. Toodles! :oD

#Clown #clowns #clowncore #clownblr #clown husbandry #clown biology #clown care

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butcherknives · 4 years ago

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Howdy,

On account that I am your favorite cowboy, may I please request something special for a special someone?

“May I ask for some headcanons about "Monopoly night" for the DMC crew (or just some of them, whatever you feel most comfortable with!)?”

Take Your Time,

Rodeo

As my favorite cowboy and sister, I guess. 🤍 You know I’d die for you. lmao ugh I love this request and the special someone requester. I hope I do this justice! Please accept my attempt at humor.

Monopoly Night

SFW: Sparda family bonding (ft. Lady)

—

As with most things involving the Sparda family, they enter this situation in haphazard flourish.

It’s an hour into lazing around the adjacent sofas and chairs at Devil May Cry when Dante announces his boredom. There are no theatrics in his delivery, only the gruff exhale of a man who needs a stiff drink.

He’s tired of watching Vergil and Nero read in the hollow silence of resounding discomfort. The palpable tension and pointed aversion is stifling despite the gentle breeze through the open window. > Ugh.

Vergil exhales a long-suffering sigh. “Entertain yourself.”

The tin static of the music blaring from Nero’s headphones punctuates the itch Dante has to disturb.

Nero’s foot bounces in idle while he turns the page. He doesn’t look up, as if he’s purposely refusing to acknowledge the room. > He is.

Dante is forced to reconcile with the uncomfortable tension and his own exasperation as he kicks his boots up on his desk with a heavy thud, leaning back into his chair to close his eyes. All these years of longing for a family, of homesickness for a reality that isn’t his own, and this is what he’s given? > He isn’t actually mad, of course.

He’s saved when Lady pushes open the doors, surveys the room and says, “Wow. Who died?”

An hour and a frustrating amount of digging later, Dante and Lady uncover an unopened box of Monopoly from the depths of one of Dante’s closets. As if it’s Jumanji, they handle it with care.

...until Dante slams it on the coffee table between Vergil and Nero.

Nero jolts, on his feet with his headphones off in seconds. His alarm melts into simmering anger. “C’mon! What the fu –”

While Vergil closes his book with a shadowed scowl. “What is the meaning of this?”

Lady circles the living room. She’s watching them. Dante catches the mischief gleaming in her eyes and reciprocates with a grin of his own, and as he folds his arms over his chest, Lady drops her heel against the table. Jarring and definitive. “It’s Monopoly, boys. Loser buys dinner for everyone.”

Nero caves without a fight, which Dante is both surprised by and, honestly, perhaps not at all surprised by when Nero starts to unbox the game. It’s Vergil who Dante (rightfully) assumes will decline.

“I’d prefer to finish my book. I have no inclination to play your childish games.”

What he doesn’t expect is for Nero to be the one to engage.

“Childish? Why? Because you're so fucking superior reading books in Latin?” Nero slams his palm on the coffee table, rattling the metal character pieces. “Would you just pick the damn top hat?”

There’s a long pause in which Nero and Vergil stare each other down. Lady looks between them, lips pursed, while Dante merely rolls his eyes.

Vergil folds first. With a derisive huff through his nose, he places his elbows on his knees and leans forward to retrieve the top hat.

Nero only squints as if to say, “That’s what I fucking thought you said.”

Everyone takes a seat and collects their pieces. Lady takes the boat, Dante claims the boot, Nero has the dog, and Vergil is already tapping his top hat on the table.

Lady dubs herself Queen and lays out the rules. She also acts as a referee, although she often instigates internal bickering in an effort to sabotage. Dante starts to call her out on this when she pits Nero on him – “You’re gonna let Dante buy your space?” – but Lady only smiles and winks. (“No one will ever believe you.”)

Vergil plays with strategy. He’s read the board and determined where he would like to build, although he doesn’t share and takes them by surprise when he chooses what seem to be lesser options. He’s the best equipped for victory with his methodical approach, but his money handling skills leave a lot to be desired. He overspends too quickly.

Nero plays on defense, too concerned with wasting the money he’s earned.

Roughly midway through, Vergil gets into a rant about the effects of late stage capitalism, and how this game isn’t meant to be fun, it’s meant to be disheartening. To crush spirits.

“This information is crushing my spirit,” Dante says as he, once again, hands money over to Lady.

“Nah, you’re crushed because you’re losing,” Nero answers.

The thing about Monopoly that the group either didn’t know or conveniently forgot is that it can, and often does, take hours to complete, depending on the intensity. And this game goes on for so long, Dante orders pizza and no one complains.

Dante swears he had more Monopoly money left, but Lady snatches it all from him and counts it out as they all stare.

Poor even in Monopoly, Dante loses it all to Lady who claims there’s a rule about accrued interest. He demands to see the rulebook but she tucks it into her shirt, eyes locked on his. Dante is neither brave nor rude enough to pursue further, although he does throw his head back and groan like a 42-year-old child.

With Dante bankrupt, Nero makes his way into jail for the fifth time before he stands up and says he’s had enough. Too competitive and sensing he’s on the brink of losing, he folds before he can have his ass handed to him by Vergil, who is absolutely 100% targeting him specifically.

Nero steals a slice of pizza straight from Dante’s hands as recompense. (And to distract himself from his frustration by riling up the man he looks up to for entertainment.)

Vergil and Lady continue for roughly another hour. Lady drops snide comments but Vergil refuses to take the bait, only ever offering the occasional raise of his brow or a roll of his eyes. Yet for all of his composure, Dante notices Vergil’s stack of money dwindling. Further. And further.

“Luck’s not on your side, Blue Twin,” Lady says as she opens her palm. “Cough it up.”

When Vergil hands over the last of it, Lady rises. She stands in front of her claimed chair, crosses her arms, and looks the picture of Rightfully Smug.

“So. Change of plans, guys,” she says when she has their attention. “You all owe me dinner. Separately. Whenever and whatever I want. Anyone have a problem with that?”

No one argues.

Lady always wins.

#devil may cry #dante #nero #vergil #lady #rodeoxqueen #all purpose writing tag #GAME NIGHT #I genuinely hope you enjoy and maybe #have a lil laugh #p.s. likes and reblogs keep me in business

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seemslegitflapjacks · 3 years ago

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Chapter 10; Babysitting Duty

Probably the worst thing just happened to me.

My mom took it upon herself to shove me into babysitting our neighbor’s kid. To which I was unaware of until the woman told me I was going to do it. So now I’m in in front of some random lady’s front door, pissed as hell with a book bag full of junk.

I sighed, ringing the doorbell. After a few moments, the lady, Miss Barbara opened the door, looking down at me with a smile.

“Oh hey sweetie! Come right on in!” Barbara greeted me, letting me inside of the house.

I stepped inside, dropping my bag one the floor. My eyes traveled around, the house was painted yellow tan with some paintings of cattle and wheat. A few wooden bear and horse statues were there too, nothing too interesting. As I followed Miss Barbara into the kitchen, she turned around to face me. She probably had a date with her boyfriend or something, since she was all dolled up. So I guess that’s why she needed someone to stay and watch her kid. Why she wanted me to babysit? I still don’t know, I hate kids.

“Alright, so I left the keys on the table, the money in the microwave, and my number’s on the fridge in case anything goes wrong. Now, Billy is a very shy kid, so he may be a little bit off, but he really does like playing pretend, I think he’d really bond with you,” She told me.

“Alright ma’am, thank you. I’ll take good care of em’,” I replied with a nod, confused. WHy the hell would she put the money in the microwave?

“Ok, I’ll get going, I’ll be back in the early hours of the morning. Thank you so much for watching him, I really appreciate it,” Barbara stated, shaking my hand as she walked out the front door, leaving me alone.

I sighed, walking into the living room, seeing Billy on the couch playing on an iPad. I walked over, sitting on the couch across from him. I thought for a moment, before speaking.

“Hey, your name is Billy, right?’ I asked in a soft, sweet voice.

Billy looked up at me, turning off his game, “Yeah, I’m Billy. My mommy told me you were coming to babysit.” he spoke, shimmying himself off of the couch to sit with me.

I turned on the TV, playing some random Family Feud type of shoe for a few minutes, the show changing abruptly. The reporter telling news of another murder around the bay area. I quickly covered Billy’s ears, the little kid looking confused. The body had been found strung up in a fishnet near the docks. They didn’t know who the victim was, or who did it. This was about the fifth time in the last two months someone had gotten killed.

“Hey, stay here I gotta go do something real quick ok kid?” I told him, letting go of his ears before changing the channel.

“Ok.” He replied, focused on the TV.

I walked around, checking the locks on the windows and doors. I went out to the back deck, seeing a greyhound sitting on one of the pool chairs in the back. I gave the dog a glance, the sighthound not paying me much mind, which was a relief. I didn’t want a horse sized dog barking at me. I walked to the back gate, shaking the lock, cursing as I realized a bolt was missing in the gate lock. Great.

I turned, whistling to the dog to call it inside, before I went inside with it. Billy walked over to the dog.

“Hey Pony,” He smiled, petting it’s long face.

“You named your dog pony?” I asked, cracking a smile.

“Yeah, she’s tall like a horsie,” He told me, patting his dog on the back before she went into the living room, resting on the couch.

“Do you like horses?” I asked, walking into the kitchen, reaching to open the microwave for the money.

“Yeah! I like horsies, I wanna be a cowboy,” He told me, walking up beside me.

I smiled, remembering when I used to do rodeo. I hadn’t even thought of it since I moved. I hadn’t even touched any of my boots since.

“I’m a cowboy,” I told him with a smile, choosing the pizza toppings off an app on my phone.

Billy stared with wide eyes, his jaw dropped, “Really!?” he asked, completely shook.

“Mhm,” I nodded, putting the order in.

“Do you wrestle bills? Do you ride horsies!? Do you have boots and a hat!?” He asked, jumping up and down,

“Mhm, I done it all,” I replied, walking back into the living room with a smug look on my face.

“You’re a real cowboy! Can we play cowboys and bandits? Pleeease?” He begged, pulling my arm.

I thought for a few seconds. It was stupid, I didn’t really play pretend anymore. But this little kid was so excited, I really wasn’t right to turn him down.

“Sure thing,” I smiled, Billy yelling as he went to his room, returning with plastic guns and some cowboy hats.

After about an hour and a half box of pizza, Billy had officially made himself the only little kid I ever liked. I never really babysat, just watched kids at day camps. I guess I let all those snot nosed kids kinda ruin my reputation for Billy. He was a really good kid too, he was actually really polite.

I’d put him to bed a while ago, so it was just me and Pony. I was watching some South Park, when my phone rang, I quickly picked up, answering;

“Hello, who’s it?” I asked, leaning back.

“It’s Randy, where the hell are you? I thought you said you were comin’ over to Justin’s party,” Randy snapped.

“I had to cancel last minute, I’m babysittin’,” I answered.

“Can’t you just leave or sumn? Literally everyon’es here waitin’ for ya,” He sighed.

“Sorry, I gotta stay all night,” I told him.

“Boo, you whore,” Randy said, before he hung up.

I sat, my mouth wide open. That little bitch. Oh my fucking God he was such a dick. Like it’s my fucking fault I can’t leave a goddamn six year old home alone. I’m not getting paid by Ms Bagrbara to let her kid get abducted. I didn’t even know Justin had a party in the first place. I would’ve wanted to go goddammit, but I still have shit to do.

I growled, before I laid down on the couch, tossing a bl;anket over myself before I turned off the TV.

#jeff the killer #jtk #creepypasta #creepypasta jtk #jeff woods #homicidal liu #liu woods #chapter 10 #my au #alt universe #alternate universe #creepypasta au

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ghostiewriter · 4 years ago

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62 or 147 for jiara 😘

So I decided to make my life a little harder and use both🤡hope you like it, Liv!

Word Count: 1.5K

Prompts: “I warned you. He warned you. Your freaking mum warned you.” // “Zombies aren’t real, I promise.”

“I told you sooooo!”

Kiara let out a small huff, ignoring the smug voice on the other side of the phone. In any other situation she would’ve retorted with her own wee snarky comment, but her focus was currently preoccupied with finding the four year old that had disappeared from her vision. She was right there and now she was gone, just like that.

“Sarah, I really don’t have time for this.” She whined lightly, scavenging through the mess of the living room and hoping that maybe Amelia was hiding under one of the toy boxes.

You see, Kiara may be perceived as this badass who says whatever she wants whenever it’s on her mind. And that is true. But she also happens to have this finnicky little habit of not being able to say ‘no’ when she really should. The Barton children were notoriously known around Figure 8 for being a pain in the ass, having scared away every single babysitter they had ever received. Kie knew that and yet when Mrs Barton was telling her the sob story of how she had no one to look after her children on the day of her anniversary, Kie still found herself agreeing to take on the job for the night. And boy, did she regret that now!

“I’m just saying—” Sarah started, but the brunette quickly cut her off.

“Yes, yes! I get it! You and JJ and everyone else I fucking know said it!”

“I warned you. He warned you. Your freaking mum warned you.” Sarah deadpanned. “You really need to get better at saying no, babe.”

“Sarah,” She let out a small huff, standing in the middle of the kitchen now, her cheeks flushed from the last hour she had spent trying to find these children. “Really not helping.”

“Is JJ not there yet?”

“He said he would be here like forty minutes ago but—” Just then, the doorbell rang and Kie could’ve screamed in relief. “I’ll talk to you later, bye.” She quickly hung up before she rushed to the door, never having been more happy to see the blond on the other side.

“You’re a lifesaver, Jay!” She sighed, opening the door for him and his…pizza boxes? Though he seemed to pick up on her confusion on the wee knickknacks he brought and only grinned.

“This isn’t my first rodeo, Kie.” He said with a grin, placing the pizza boxes down on the kitchen counter, along with a bag which with a quick glance Kie discovered was full of rented movies and some snacks. “I actually babysat a few times for some extra cash. Kooks pay absurd amounts when they are desperate.” He said with a shrug.

Kie wasn’t even sure what to focus on: the fact JJ was a babysitter or that she hadn’t even thought of bribing the kids with pizza. She had tried board games and even dress up, but of course pizza would’ve been the smarter option.

“KIDDOS, PIZZA IS HERE!”

Suddenly, two pairs of footsteps came running from opposite directions and the kids were running into the kitchen, eager and completely uncaring of the fact JJ was definitely not here before. Their focus was on the food and the exciting promises that JJ made about watching a ‘big kid movie’ after dinner.

She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn’t notice JJ was standing next to her until he was sliding a plate with a few slices in front of her. “Veggie supreme, your favourite.” He said, seeming very proud of himself for remembering. “With pineapple, as well.” He added, watching as Kie grinned in response, happily taking the plate.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” She commented before shoving a massive bite into her mouth, this was the first time she had actually felt relaxed since Mr and Mrs Barton left a couple of hours ago.

“A few times, yeah.” He responded with a grin, arm thrown over her shoulder as he indulged in his own pizza slices.

Once the kids were done with dinner, Kie cleaned the kitchen up while JJ took the kids into the living room to play a game of ‘who ever can clean up the most toys in three minutes gets a prize!’. It was gobsmacking how good he was at this whole thing, truly.

Soon enough, a movie was playing on the TV and the kids had finally settled down on the couch. Little four year old Amelia found herself happily sitting on JJ’s lap whilst her older brother was sitting beside Kie, making little comments that Kie couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at.

“How can the dog talk? Can I get a talking dog?”

“Scooby should be the leader of the gang!”

“Zombies are much scarier than ghosts! They eat brains! They should use zombies instead!”

Time flew by and soon enough it was time for their bedtime, and Kie couldn’t have been more thankful for that. She gave JJ the job of helping Andy to sleep while she took care of Amelia, however, the young girl seemed reluctant. Kie assumed she was just used to one of her parents tucking her into bed and assured her that they would be back soon to say goodnight, but then she started crying and whining and Kie didn’t know how to make her stop.

The commotion alerted JJ and soon enough he was rushing into the room, eyebrows furrowed slightly when he noticed the panicked look on his girlfriend’s face before he looked over at the distressed child. He lightly nodded his head towards Kie, telling her that he had this covered before he crouched down beside Amelia’s bed.

“Hey, shhh, it’s okay.” He cooed gently, reaching out to gently wipe away Amelia’s tears. “Just breathe, you’re okay.” He whispered, taking deep breaths with Amelia. Kie watched closely from the doorway as the young girl slowly calmed down until she was letting out small pants.

“That’s good!” JJ praised softly and smiled at her. “You wanna tell me what’s wrong?” He asked gently. The young girl looked hesitant, fingers fiddling with the stuffed giraffe on her lap instead. But JJ didn’t push her, he let her take as long as she wanted until she eventually spoke up.

“I-I don’t want my brain to be eaten by zombies!” She cried softly, her chest starting to heave slightly like she was about to start crying again. JJ quickly shook his head, calling out to her so he had her attention.

“Hey, no zombies will be eating your brain, alright? Zombies aren’t real, I promise.” He told her, but she didn’t seemed awfully convinced. “And even if they were, you don’t have to worry. You want to know why?”

Amelia stared at him with wide eyes and nodded.

JJ leaned in a little closer, his voice having dropped to a loud whisper so Kie could still hear him. “Because me and Kie are actually secret spies. We stop monsters and keep them away from good kids like you. But you can’t tell anyone, got it? Our secret identities can’t be revealed to the enemy!”

Amelia nodded quickly, seeming much more assured and excited than she was moments ago. “I won’t tell anyone!” She said.

JJ’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Pinky promise?”

She quickly intertwined her pinky with his. “Pinky promise!”

“Good. Now get some sleep, we will be here to protect you.” He grinned as he stood up from his position.

“JJ?” She called out before he left.

“Yeah?”

“Can I be a spy one day too?”

“Of course you can, just gotta be a brave girl.” He said with a grin. “And listen to older spies, and this spy says sleep!” The girl wasted no time in nodding her head and quickly closing her eyes, arms wrapped around her teddy as she fell asleep.

Once they were sure the two kids were fast asleep, Kie and JJ found themselves sitting on the living room couch, helping themselves to some leftover pizza while they waited for the Bartons to returns from their anniversary outing.

“I know I’m gorgeous but this staring is excessive, even for me.” JJ commented jokingly as he turned to look at his girl, her eyes narrowed slightly as though she was analysing him. “What?”

“Nothing,” She said with a shrug before reaching for another slice. “You were good today.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, you were.” Kie said with a grin before she leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Thanks for helping me out.”

“Hm, no problem here if your thanks include more of these.” JJ retorted as he leaned in for another kiss, and Kie didn’t stop him. It wasn’t until a few minutes passed that Kie pulled away enough to look up at him.

“You’re really good with kids,” She whispered, almost like she wanted to keep this comment between them. “You’ll make a great dad one day.” For a second, she regretted the comment, maybe it would be something that hit a little too close to home for JJ.

But JJ only grinned in response. “You think so?”

Kie grinned back. “Yeah, I do.”

He didn’t say anything for a few moments, basking in the comment a little longer before he looked at her with a smirk. “Wanna start trying now?” He teased.

“JJ!”

“Ouch, woman! I think you nipped my nipple! My nipple has been nipped!”

“Good!”

“Kiss it better?”

“You wish, Maybank.”

#jiara #outer banks #obx #jiara prompts #writing prompts #my writing #hope you enjoy Liv😂

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rodeoxqueen · 4 years ago

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For new year, can I have oneshot Dante x reader? They went to hunt during winter, then in a cave they have to hide themselves from the demons. That cave - where it's cold and the only warmth around is from each other. Dante become big spoon, pressing kisses to her neck, breathing in her shampoo and hugging her closer. Omg too much warmth for me ><

Howdy, it got a lil gore-y and hurt/comfort trope-y. Hope that’s dandy with you.

-Rodeo

Content/Warnings: Gore, Hurt/Comfort, Holding Each Other For Body Warmth, Reader’s Gender Not Mentioned

Dante was never one to surrender and return for a second battle. He wasn’t like that and he was never going to be. So it was up to you to drag him away when the demonic horde only seemed to grow exponentially in magnitude.

Practically pushing all of your body weight on him, the two of you fell into the narrow entrance to the rocky cave, hitting the stone-cold floor with a thump. Dante grunted as you turned to see the flurry of wings, horns, and scaled skin continue to chase after the path you were previously taking.

Thank god for peripheral vision.

The crevice you had wedged yourself through was barely the width of Dante’s head, yet you managed to shove the devil into the cave with you. There wasn’t even any room to stand without hitting even your head, let alone Dante.

Forgoing your worries of the vanished demons you were supposed to hunt down, you quickly went to check on Dante. Laying on the cave ground and resting on his elbows, the giant splotch of dark red blood from his stomach had already spread through his undershirt.

You quickly crawled over and attempted to open his leather jacket, to examine the wound.

“Whoa, whoa, take me out for pizza first.” Dante laughed as you managed to lift up his shirt, exposing a nasty slash across his navel. It was unnaturally deep, a normal man would simply hold onto his intestines and fall to his death. Not your Dante. Not your beautiful man.

You gave a pointed glance at him as you saw his tissue begin to reconstruct itself.

“I’m fine babe. You should’ve just let me finish the job.” He pouted, watching his skin mend itself.

“In this condition? I doubt it.” He sighed.

“I’ve been through worse.” Dante tried to joke. It failed, seeing how glum you became. Often had you realized what he had gone through before in the past, without anyone. Alone.

Dante saw the sad gears in your head turning and attempted to fill the silence.

“Well, once this papercut mends itself we have to go back to kickin’ demon ass. And then we’ll get a pizza.” He waggled his eyebrows at you.

“Yeah, but you need to rest now Dante.” You reminded him.

“The one time you let me sleep on the job.” He snarked. You snorted and stroked his hair, his purrs vibrating through the cave.

The slash was a lot deeper than Dante thought as he noticed a sliver of his own intestine was slowly being covered with muscle. He shivered a little bit at the sight.

You were obviously more perturbed and even more worried about how Dante must have felt. You shivered as well, but more from the chill of the night, coming to bite your bones and rattle your teeth.

Although Dante had the worst of it, your own cloyhee had ripped at the sleeves and pants, leaving your arms and legs exposed.

“Hey.” Dante opened his arms to you, offering an embrace.

His flesh no longer bled, yet the mark stayed stubbornly open.

“Dante, you’re still hurt.”

“Yeah, but you’re cold.”

“I’m gonna get your blood all over me.”

“Yeah, but you’re cold.”

Even with his guts nearly hanging out, he was thinking about you. If it wasn’t for his near disembowelment, you would’ve dove into his arms and kissed his cheek for being your valiant gentleman.

“Come on, babe. I could really use some company over here. You know, me being a foot away from you.” You sighed and relented to those puppy-dog baby blues.

You decided to scooch to the other side of him that wasn’t horribly maimed, your size difference obvious. He grunted as he moved to lay on his side.

“You’re so clingy.” He blew a raspberry. Your skin was goose-bumped and you still shook slightly. This wasn’t going to do.

“Do you have to be the big spoon this time?”

“What do you take me for? Of course, I do.” You make a noise of approval as you can feel his warmth against your cold back.

Dante lifted his coat slightly and wrapped you in his arms and red leather. The smell of iron offput his cologne, the one you bought for his birthday, wrapped in pizza themed wrapping paper. Despite the acerbic scent of blood, you were home here in this embrace.

A ticklish sensation followed by a soft yet chapped press of lips on the nape of your neck, Dante grinned at your giggle. He leads his adoration from your neck to your ear and kissed the top of your head.

He smelled your hair, chuckling when notes of strawberry and vanilla came to his senses. Good to know you were still using his shampoo and conditioner.

He couldn’t wait to go home and hold you in better conditions, such as in the shower, as hot water soothed your tired forms.

“Does it still hurt?” You ask.

“Nah, babe. Not with you around.” He flirted, hearing your breaths slow as you rest with a smile on your face.

“You’re still paying for the pizza.”

“Damn.” He yawned. He buried his face against your neck, finding comfort in your scented skin. The feeling of his skin grafting was lost as he drowsily dozed next to you.

The two lovers rested, a haven to each other even in times of trouble.

#devil may cry #dante sparda #dante imagines #dante x reader #dante x male reader #gender neutral reader #Dante imagine #devil may cry imagine #devil may cry imagines #tw: gore

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mateasha · 4 years ago

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rendevous 18.6y

summary: chikage shows up at the front door of MANKAI after disappearing from the face of the Earth for 3 years. itaru is not happy. fandom: a3 pairing: chikage x itaru word count: 5516 tags: original characters for the sake of plot, friends to strangers to lovers, angst, fluff, flashbacks, mentions of death, bad attempts at action, bad attempts at comedy

chapter 1: realizations He should be happy for him. Chikage is okay. Chikage is alive, and didn’t… just go somewhere and do god knows what, (which, well, he already did, didn’t he.) but at least it isn’t anything bad, he’s safe and sound and maybe the troupe members will be overjoyed to hear how he’s been doing...

Out of respect, no one has ever taken their spots in their respective troupes.

He observes him even harder from the lounge area in the office, a good break, he thinks, as he grinds some gacha game with his husbando, a little tired from staring at the stupidly “gendered” pink UI with the characters flying across the screen.

He’s happy. He looks healthy— maybe skin even glowing brighter than ever.

And it’s good for him. It’s amazing to see how happy Chikage looked, “laughing” with his friends, almost heartwarming to see Chikage doing just fine. Why wouldn’t he be? He’s talented, strong, mentally adept, better than h—

He stops that train of thought immediately.

He was happy. So then Itaru should be happy. Even if he was that stupid, unromantic senpai that always was offstandish with just a bit unromantic caring for others when he felt like it.

At least, should be.

He watches as his coworkers walk around him, slinging their arms around each other in camaraderie, as one of them asks him out for drinks after picking up lunch. His smile is almost as wide as he remembers when he figured out Hisoka was alive. And innocent.

He watches Chikage and he doesn’t look back, walking into the elevator without him, because he works on this floor. It’s fine.

But it’s just so fucking funny, when all he wants is just another word, just a reason why he left without even asking Spring Troupe, or literally anyone else for help. He would even trade his life for Hisoka’s, even though he knows that wouldn’t make anyone happy. Well, maybe Chikage. He could go off into some sunset with him and run away from whatever responsibilities he wanted to not deal with. Like Itaru. Izumi. The others.

He wants to scream out so bad, just for him to come back, but he can’t, like that stupid horror novel that made him feel like shit and all existential for no reason. He feels like he can talk to him about everything, in a sense. Which would make sense, of course, if they were still close. Roommates. But he could only do that in a world where Hisoka is still alive.

—

Chikage knows he’s here.

Why?

Intuition.

Not really. He looks at him, but chooses not to “look”.

But when he sees his face, almost heartbroken, which is almost questionable. He wants to ignore him so bad. Just move on. Easier said than done, when every week you see him share out information with the company execs. A Chikage-senpai, no more.

He wants to move on so bad.

But everytime he goes to bed, he can’t stop thinking. He crosses another day off the calendar, it’s been three years, almost three and a half years.

He tears down his calendar. Who the fuck uses those anyways?

He tries to move on.

But of course, when you have something good, and it gets taken away, you want it back, right? You throw a tantrum like a little child at first, like a baby crying for their pacifier their mom took away from them. Then, you silence yourself, deny you ever wanted it in the first place. But you can’t stop wanting more, wanting it back. You yearn for it so hard that it hurts, almost twists your heart into a fucking pretzel, your stomach bubbling like the filter of the damn fish tank in your too-large-for-one-person office— thanks Boss, not complaining— but you can’t have it. You ignore it.

He knows he wouldn’t be able to deal with it again. It was all his fucking fault. He slams his hand on the desk again, before opening up his work computer.

His vision is hazy, like the only thing he can see is his hands, just a foot in front of him, trying to find his ground, but all that runs through his mind is, “it’s your fucking fault you idiot stupid you shouldve worked harder to protect everyone, cant even do that” it turns out harder than expected.

But it’s not his first time at the rodeo, of course. He picks up the stack of paperwork, straightening it all into a neat little tower of paper, before typing away with a nasty scowl on his face.

He can’t accept this.

—

It’s his anniversary.

Chikage is on “vacation”. If your definition of “vacation” is sitting in a fancy car in suburban Tokyo, near Veludo Way. He already regrets his decision. Closure, my ass, he thinks to himself as he drives his car.

He’d already picked up tickets to their show in a month. Itaru is the lead this time. He searched it up, but it seemed not to have anything that Spring Troupe would do. Minagi always changes it up.

Maybe visiting his grave today wasn’t the best idea, Chikage asks himself with a slight melancholy in his inside head voice which he wants to shut up— so he tells it to shut up with its own voice (which of course, would never work, because he’s telling himself to

shut up).

Chikage doesn’t know what to say. Do people speak out loud to their graves? No disrespect to them, but not for him.

In their head? He tries it, kneeling down a bit to the headstone, setting down a bag of marshmallows.

Hisoka. I don’t believe in God or reincarnation, or whatever religion. But I want to give the universe, no matter how little it cares, the benefit of the doubt. I hope you’re in nirvana, heaven, or reincarnated into some “cute” baby in whatever country, eating marshmallows. I never understood that. It’s not like I needed to. I guess. But wherever you are, I hope you’re up there. With August.

He shakes his head, like a dog shaking off water, except instead of water, it’s a somber liquid covering him, coating him in some syrupy hotness that feels like the embodiment of orange with speckles of blue.

He gets up and turns around to head back to his car.

“...Utsuki. It’s been quite a while.” He pulls up the cuffs of his outfit.

He’s not surprised to see him here. Arisugawa. He looks the same, the same haircut, the same outfit, same everything. He’s happy to see he’s been doing well.

“...I’m not surprised to see you here. You were his roommate, after all.”

“Yes, yes, indeed I was. Was is the word I want to put emphasis on.” It’s like he reminded himself of what happened. “Why? Why come back here after all this time?”

“I was just… reminded.” He straightens his back, as if it wasn’t straight in the first place, almost scoliosis levels of effort into “straightening” posture, as if to become more defensive.

“Are you going to interrogate me, at least? Inquire about the troupe? How well has it been faring?”

“... I don’t think I need to.” He’s reminded of the last time he went to watch a play. Around Christmas time— where he could take enough time off.

Minagi always does well. Sakuma is always just so passionate you can feel it through the character. Usui is always perfect, staring back at the Director in approval. Chigasaki… is…

He interrupts his own thoughts just to respond to Arisugawa, who’s been waiting for another word for 3 seconds at least. “I saw the play around Christmas. Well done. Very much so.”

“We are all aware Minagi-san always does an amazing job. Why, he is at the same level as me. But of course, I must come here and mourn every once in a while.” He walks past Chikage to look at Hisoka’s grave. “These marshmallows were his favorite brand, Chikage.”

“I know.”

A moment of silence ensues as Homare places a bouquet of anemone on the grave.

“Come back.”

“What?” Chikage is almost startled as he looks down at Homare, squatting at the grave.

“Come back.”

“You know I can’t.”

“You can, and you have always been able.”

“I can’t. Arisu. What am I meant to say to everyone? ‘Oh, I left for 3 years, haha big surprise now I’m back!’ They’re them. I’m me. They don’t need me.” Chikage laughs nervously. Nervously? He calms his nerves— at least tries to, conflicted on what to do, because it’s been a while since he’s been like this.

“It’s what Hisoka would have wanted. We all need breaks.” The mention of Hisoka alarms Chikage, and makes his voice venom tipped.

“Don’t even try to bring up that fucking sleepyhead.”

“My, your language. This place is sacred.” He doesn’t even seem phased by his biting tone or his venomous words, just continuing to talk to him as normal— at least normal to him. “But you must admit… he would want you to keep acting. He was very, practically fully aware that you enjoyed what you did immensely.”

“I don’t care. It was good to talk to you again. See you around.” He storms off before Homare calls out for him again.

“Just… take this.” He hands him a card, Chikage acquiescing halfheartedly, already thinking about throwing away that flimsy card. “Call the number if you ever yearn for us too much.”

Chikage doesn’t say anything back— at least doesn’t feel the need to.

—

“Itaru?” The rest of the Spring Troupe knocks at his door, mostly Sakuya’s voice piercing through the little symphony of voices piping up just in an effort to wake up Itaru. (If he’s asleep of course— sleeping now to save energy for ranking all night.) “We have pizza?” Masumi looks at the noticeable lack of pizza in their hands, which, knowing Itaru, would make him close that damn door again.

Tsuzuru knocks on the door again, Izumi coming by, looking at them with a puzzled look on her face. “...Can I ask what you guys are doing or is it private?”

“Itaru hasn’t come out of his room in like… a week.” Tsuzuru takes out his phone to check the phone date to see if he’s actually not come out of his room for a week. “Yeah. A week.”

“And why is that surprising? He’s probably ranking.” Izumi almost has a visible question mark hovering over her head, that would be drawn over her if they were in an anime. “Although he should be working on his role… he is the lead after all.”

“Yeah, but I know that he has no thanking to do for this week!” Citron looks almost frustrated, going to the door to bang on it before Sakuya holds him back, calming him down. “I wanna play with him…”

“Ranking.” Tsuzuru mumbles through the word, correcting him.

“Ranking!”

Izumi parts them into two to make her way to the door, knocking harder. “Chigasaki! Get out of the room before I break in!” No response. “...Itaru?” Izumi grabs a keychain from her pocket, with the master key. “I’m coming in.” She unlocks the door quickly, opening the door, being blasted with a rank scent— the scent of body odor (which isn’t surprising now that he’s alone) but when it’s festered and accumulated for a month. Which is terrible considering he’s only been in there for a week.

“...Yes?” Itaru sits up in his loft bed. “...Oh.” He gets down from the loft bed, his hair almost matted to his face, with oil stains and chip crumbs all over his t-shirt. “...Hi.”

“Itaru.”

“Director…?”

“Take a bath. Come back here. We are going to talk, because you haven’t let it get this bad in a while.”

“...Whatever you say.”

When Itaru takes a shower, he doesn’t feel refreshed— rather just a clean feeling taking him with the same unidentifiable emotion. Probably a mixture of disappointment, discontentment, and self-loathing; which isn’t a particularly new mixture but it’s almost defeating this time, for no damn reason. Well, he does know the reason, but he refuses to acknowledge the idea, even entertaining it. Calling in sick to work because he just didn’t feel like going isn’t going to last forever, especially when He is practically his boss. He doesn’t want to get fired of course. He did just lose another job, so getting fired now isn’t the best idea.

Itaru picks up his phone on his way out of the bath, and turns on his phone to check his waifus this time, at first checking out his Best Girl. Humans are complicated, he says to himself, as he taps though some loading messages and downloading messages. He thinks back to work before getting interrupted by Izumi, who’s staring at him from inside his dorm, picking up trash and stuffing them into her makeshift trash bag, which is really just a plastic bag from the convenience store. “Itaru, come in. It’s your dorm after all.” He walks in unwillingly, hit by the smell he produced himself. He even wonders how he can take it.

Izumi wants to talk, he knows that much, as he feels the type of anxiety coming on when he gets the message, “we need to talk”. He hasn’t gotten it that often, but he does definitely freeze up. He definitely isn’t that stupid to not get a hint. Maybe. Izumi starts speaking after a moment of silence.

“So… Can we talk about this? You’ve never let it get this bad… even you have standards.” She glares at the side of the room that’s basically caked in chip bags, surrounded by an anime summoning circle made of chip crumbs.

“Do I have to?”

“Listen… this can’t go on forever. Just… talk about it. My lips are sealed!” She “zips” her mouth shut and throws away the invisible key from her hands. Itaru knows she isn’t going to leave without an answer— which is just the type of person she is— determined for no good reason. He can’t understand why Izumi is still here, even “helping” him clean. Helping in quotation marks because Itaru’s splayed out on his couch, head hanging off an armrest.

He holds out his phone to tweet something on his streamer Twitter, like “sorry for not streaming i was sick” which is convincing, until he realizes Banri follows him. Fucking NEO. Whatever. He sends it anyway.

“Can you keep it down? I don’t know what emotion you’re gonna feel when I tell you whatever has gotten me so… down. But I know you’re gonna scream about it, which I don’t want to hear.” Itaru scrolls through his personal, looking at fanart of his main games staring at a couple to just appreciate the artistry. Talent.

“I told you. Lips are sealed!”

He adds a snarky tone to his voice. “Someone with their lips zipped together wouldn’t be able to talk.” Itaru smirks.

“Shut up, you know what I mean.”

“LOL. Do you seriously, most definitely, want to hear me out?”

“Yes. Obviously? I’m cleaning your room just to buy myself time so you don’t kick me out.”

“Good strat. Whatever.” He goes to the training section, sacrificing some of his cards in the name of evolving his best girl. “I got laid off, remember?”

“Yeah.”

“And I got a new job, remember?”

“Mmmhm.”

“So I got hired as an assistant to this high up exec, which is like… hell yeah. Level up from that old company.”

“Didn’t you just get hired? I don’t think being absent for a week is a good look for your Refreshing Handsome Man persona. Trademark.”

Itaru laughs.“I— Well… Yeah? But I just didn’t want to go because of a certain person.”

“Do we have to beat someone up?”

“No. But guess who it was.”

“... Was it someone from highschool?”

“It was Chikage-san.”

“...Chika—“ Izumi puts her own hand over her mouth to shut herself up because of the up and coming scream that is about to pierce the skies.

“You heard me right.”

“...Yeah, I definitely did.” Izumi almost has a solemn tone, a tacit agreement of how they should be feeling about this.

“I just… I don't think I’m ready to see him. Mentally preparing for what shitshow might go on. Seeing him drained all my LP in a split second. And this week is me recharging, and a little more. Like I need it to overflow this time, like when I claim daily login quests for them.”

“Makes sense. Well… nothing you can do about it, right?” Izumi sounds a bit defeated, tying up the trash she’s picked up in the convenience store plastic bag, taking out another one and cleaning up again. “Just… deal with it till you can find a new job. Or… you could bring him back here. I want to— need to talk to him.”

“Mmm. I don’t want to do it.” Itaru sounds even more defeated, like he was born with that stupid Archeops abiltity. 50% HP lost already, and he’s not ready to lose that other half. “But if it comes to that… Sure. I’ll try. Not very hard of course.”

“Yeah, yeah, Itaru. You keep doing that.” She picks up some more trash before Tsumugi looks through the door.

“Director-san?”

“Tsumugi?”

“Someone is at the door.”

“I’ll get it.” Tsumugi leaves quickly to his dorm. “Itaru. Finish cleaning. Get the broom and sweep that damn pile of chips. We can’t deal with another infestation. Sakyo is gonna get so mad at you and me, and we don’t want another wifi outage caused by him. Also… please remember the play. I know that we aren’t super close to opening night, but this one has to be one of our more intricate ones, okay? Study your role well.”

“Yeah, of course. I’ve been doing that in here too.” Itaru follows Izumi out of the room, heading to the lounge to grab the dustpan and broom lying in the corner of the kitchen. Itaru takes it, wondering how much money it would cost for Itaru to get a damn maid around here.

But he wouldn’t want anyone to see his room, of course, as he gets almost scared of someone walking in, and seeing his shelf of games, and his cute and sexy gamer setup. Not the right choice of words, but it’s cute and sexy to him. (He also doesn’t want anyone to wash his body pillow of his waifu, or see it, matter of fact. Plus, he’s worked to make it so comfortable he can sleep instantly with it.)

Itaru heads back to his dorm, the door still open, sweeping up the chips, and spraying some damn Febreeze in there. Hawaiian breeze, or some other tropical scent will do. He hears frantic footsteps from the lounge, Izumi holding onto the doorframe.

“Itaru!” She stands up straight. “Chikage… is here. At the dorms with us.”

“What?”

Chikage pops up behind her, with a small suitcase in hand. Less of popping up, but more of fully revealing himself behind her.

“Please don’t tell me he’s moving back in.”

—

Chikage is less than aware of the reasons he’s here, before regrouping himself and making some stupid mental list in his mind. Thanks, self-help/business book that his boss gave him. He leads up the events in his mind.

Chikage gets a call from the landlord of his apartment building.

The landlord tells him that the rooms are flooded because some guy on the upper floor took such a big shit that it flooded the entire apartment complex. How does one even do that?

He is distressed. He goes to book a hotel.

All the hotel rooms are booked again.

Chikage, understandably, gets angry. He drives back to pick up some non-wet stuff. He can sleep in a car for a night.

He starts it up, and it doesn’t start. His car is broken.

He kicks the tire in frustration, and the side metal plate just falls off. He sighs in the ultimate defeat.

He now has nowhere else to stay— hotels are all booked and reserved for the waves of plays about to be released. His hideout is not an option— he doesn’t have much of a bed in there, or actual facilities he needs. No wifi.

Chikage is reminded of the conversation he and Arisugawa had back at… there.

He comes back with a damn Uber.

He sits down at the couch, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in more than frustration at what situation he’s gotten himself into, already regretting his decision.

Izumi runs back, opening the lounge door. “...Chikage-san!” She goes to the kitchen. “It’s… a pleasure to see you back here. It’s pretty late. Almost everyone has gone to sleep. Tea?”

“Sure. Lavender, thank you.” Chikage is fidgeting, which is super out of whatever character he plays, almost struggling to not have a tone when he says his next words. “I’d… hope no one else is awake.” He thinks back to Itaru, but forces the thought of him out. “How has it been?”

“Not the same without you and… yeah.” Izumi looks down at her own cup, the teabag soaking. “Why are you here anyways? You just… disappeared.”

Chikage swallows his pride for just a little bit longer. “My apartment is flooded. My stuff is fine but I can’t stay there for now. Every hotel is booked here. My car is broken because I’ve been forsaken. I can’t stay anywhere else. I need to stay here.”

“...Well… you’re always welcome here anyways. You’ll always be a part of us, even when you don’t think you are.” Izumi takes a sip of her now finished tea. “Well… I know this might be uncomfy but for now, our only open room is 103.” He gets flashbacks to the number, when he got assigned it the first time he came here. “I don’t want to put you in 205. Homare has been doing a lot of stuff in there ever since.” Izumi pauses. “...And I know how you might feel about it.”

“I see. Well… I’ll take what I can get, no?” He sighs. “Beggars can’t be choosers.” He takes a long sip of his lavender tea. Nothing has really changed, he observes, as he looks around slowly taking everything back in. The smell is even familiar, which might just be the smell of lavender tea, but he doesn’t really think so. But an air about it doesn’t have as much life as it used to— which he might attribute to the fact that it’s now 12:30 am, but he knows deep in his subconscious the real reason.

Izumi smiles wide. “Great. I’ll lead you there. Itaru is cleaning right now.”

—

Yes, it is awkward, Itaru confirms to himself— something he doesn’t even need to do when Chikage is literally just typing away at his computer, as Itaru fiddles with his phone up in the air, playing some new KniRoun thing. Great. Lancelot is idly whacking at some large dragon on his phone screen, while Chikage’s loud typing begins to fill up more and more of his headspace until Itaru finally gets over the air that’s as thick as butter. “Can you type… quieter? Please?”

Fuck. That is not how he meant to say it. “...sure.” Itaru is surprised, doing a little “Oh.” to himself. He expected more resistance, especially with his tone.

Chikage can almost feel Itaru’s eyes burn into the back of his skull, which would almost be fitting for him and those damn carnelian eyes. “If you want me to leave, I can leave. I understand you have to do that ranking thing, or whatever.”

“Don’t act like you care, Utsuki.” Itaru just keeps fumbling with his tone, always going a little too biting. Which he should probably stop, when he’s basically talking to his boss. Technically. Not really his boss, because he’s been appointed to Chikage. They’re supposed to be working together. But it’s not like Chikage has power in a setting that is now his. He’s in Itaru’s domain. “You never cared about my ranking in the first place.”

“Can we fucking not today? Be happy I’m even dealing with you.”

Itaru shuts up immediately. He isn’t going to do this today. Or ever. He turns on his side to try to ignore whatever that cabbage head is doing on his laptop. But he doesn’t. He looks at the laptop, already looking for hotels to stay at, and sending out emails, with some decryptor on the side. Itaru isn’t one for confrontation. He knows he’s less than welcome with Chikage’s presence— which he can’t understand.

But Itaru is already tired— be it from the event that just happened, or the fact that it’s 1 am. Which is baby hours for him. He goes to do some final things, use his stamina, the sorts, and lets his body drift away.

—

Itaru wakes up midday, as usual for a weekend, and for some reason, Chikage is still there, typing away. He climbs down from his loft bed, stretching a bit and going to turn his computer on.

It seems like a normal weekend to Itaru, except for the fact that he’s here now. For whatever reason.

��Have you been awake this entire time?”

“...What’s it matter to you?” Chikage doesn’t even look back or stutter in his typing.

“Nothing, I was just wondering. Jeez.” Itaru doesn’t even want to try to fight back with the man who could snap his neck in 0.5 seconds. He walks out into the atrium, heading to the kitchen to grab some food from Omi, who had probably covered some leftovers from breakfast in plastic wrap, and probably already getting lunch ready.

“Itaru. Good morning to you!” Omi speaks to Itaru from the counter, giving him a smile.

“Thanks.” He grabs the leftover breakfast for a nice brunch. Izumi comes through the door with some bags of groceries for the next week.

“Itaru! Let’s talk later, okay? Practice is soon. We don’t want you to be absent this time. As the lead, you have the most importance for the play, and we need you to—“

“I know. I’ve been studying this role, okay? I just can’t seem to wrap my head around it.”

“And that’s why we should talk.” Izumi looks serious again, the look she gave him last night when cleaning his dumpster room. “It’s nothing serious. Just sit down here.”

“I have things to attend to, Director.” Itaru looks smug, and walks towards the door, plate in hand.

“I swear it’ll be quick!”

“Can’t we just do it in my room? Omi is here, and if it’s so serious, we should talk about it in a private place.”

“You’re gonna be distracted if we do it in your room. Just follow me to mine.”

“Ugh…” He walks over to Izumi, and follows her to her room, pulling out a chair for Itaru and she sits on her bed. “So…?”

“So… guess what…” Izumi’s voice is light, like she’s trying to break something to him slowly but surely.

“Don’t tell me. Is he going to be staying for a while?”

“...Damn.”

“You have to be kidding me, Izumi. Like I can’t believe you would do this to me. Rooming me with my boss.” He puts his back over the chair he’s sitting in, like a standard damsel in distress, woe is him. “Woe is me! All I know is pain and suffering.”

“You might be an actor but that was not an opening night performance.” Izumi laughs. “It might be for a while so bear with me. It’ll be until at least closing night.”

“... At least closing night?” Itaru is confused. “Why does he even need to stay in here?”

“Well… His apartment is flooded. Some guy took a fat shit in the toilet on the upper floors and now his apartment is flooded with toilet water. Hotels are booked for a while, Godza n’ all the other performances. People do book hotel rooms months in advance here.”

“Well, that’s tough. Why not put him with Homa—“ He stops and realizes what he’s going to say. “Oh.”

“Right.”

“Well, can’t he drive? Like… to a place with hotels?”

“Well, his car is broken. Listen, even if he did get it fixed, it’s the least we can do for him. He tried his best, Itaru. Everyone… grieves differently and it’s not in our place to judge him, no? Even if it was self-destructive…”

“Yeah, by hurting us? That’s his grief? Why’d you even let him stay? He doesn’t act, he wouldn’t do shit around here. Do you think he’ll come back? After three and a half years, no goodbye, just a complete disappearance? I don’t see how you can forgive some old cabbage head like that. He’s not even part of MANK—“

“Itaru, can you shut the fuck up? Like, actually.” Itaru immediately shuts up in almost prey-like fear. ”You of all people should know what it felt like when he left, and after everything that went down.” Izumi is absolutely fuming, like steam is coming out of her ears, getting up and turning away and looking at the bookshelf. “Do you know what it feels like? I worked so hard for this— to build this up from when it was failing to a place where we can stay and lean on each other and you… you of all people should know what the hell that feels like.”

“Izumi, I—“ He gets up, reaching out for a bit.

“I’m not finished.” Izumi is tearing up and getting more red by the second, like she’s going to burst. “How do you think I feel about all this? Chikage is back. It’s overwhelming, Itaru. It reminded me of Hisoka, and what would MANKAI be if he was still here but he isn’t. He’s not back. He won’t ever, and when we find an old member like Chikage, I will always accept him back in, even if he’s not committed to the acting gig. It’s almost like we’re completing ourselves again.”

“I understand that, but—“ Itaru can barely get a word in.

“He’s staying there. I don’t want any backtalk from you, Itaru. Have a good evening.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Just go.” She sits back down, her back turned to Itaru as he walks out.

Itaru feels bad. I mean, who wouldn’t, but he didn’t expect Izumi to take it that hard. Itaru has every right to say that he doesn’t want him in his room, feeling no remorse for making Izumi almost cry from pure anger, walking slowly back to the room. Omi stares at him as he goes through the kitchen.

“...Food?”

“Nah. Not hungry, I want some chips.”

“Don’t overindulge. It’s almost dinner anyways.”

“Yeah, yeah, thanks Omi.”

He walks out of the kitchen and back to his room, still thinking about Izumi. Izumi is angry. Izumi is more than angry at him and it was because of him— which has never happened before and he is distraught.

He walks back into the room and no one is there. Bless. Today his room feels a bit more lonely, even though there’s more stuff in it, looking to his left to see the duffel bag of clothes with his desk underneath the loft bed already set up with tons of electronics. What is he even doing? He takes a look at Chikage’s stuff before he comes back.

Another laptop? A walkie-talkie… and the thing that catches his eye the most is a picture of MANKAI, and behind that, a picture of Hisoka and Chikage. Itaru remembers taking this photo, looking closer at it. Okay, now he really feels bad, he thinks as he looks at the photo more and more.

If he missed us that much then why didn’t he come back?

The door opens and he shuffles as fast as he can to the couch, posing in one of the most awkward positions.

“...H-hey, Utsuki-senpai.”

“Hm.”

He quickly walks past, suspiciously looking at Itaru as if he was a cat that pushed something off a desk while their owner was gone. Itaru quickly skitters to his desk, starting up his computer. The room feels a bit more lively with both of them in it, even if they’re both just trying to ignore each other, something within the room metamorphosing, like something is changing. He shakes the thought out of his head quickly before he slumps into his chair to get into the Gamer Position (trademarked by Itaru himself) and getting his software up.

Itaru needs to stream today. Not really— he didn’t announce anything, but he has to feed his fans some sort of content. He gets ready to film something, anything. He picks a random game and starts filming a bit, Chikage in the room completely tuning Itaru out and vice versa.

Chikage slowly drifts off to sleep for once, but this time, it’s a deep sleep. chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 4 / chapter 5 / chapter 6

#a3 #a3!#a3! chikage #a3! itaru #a3! chikaita #ckit #chikage utsuki #itaru chigasaki #a3 fanfiction #a3! fanfic

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bobasheebaby · 5 years ago

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125 Golden Girls Prompts

This time I have some hilarious prompts from some hilarious women. These help keep me sane, send in prompts or request a specific show. Long as hell, breaking at 15.

1 “Go to sleep, sweetheart. Pray for brains.” – Dorothy

2 “Crying is for plain women. Pretty women go shopping.” -Blanche

3 “They were all buying T-shirts, you know, the ones that say, ‘Today is the first day of the end of your life.’” — Dorothy

4 “People waste their time pondering whether a glass is half empty or half full. Me, I just drink whatever’s in the glass.” – Sophia

5 “Nobody ever believes me when I’m telling the truth. I guess it’s the curse of being a devastatingly beautiful woman.” – Blanche

6 “No! No, I will not have a nice day!” -Dorothy

7 “Excuse me NAME, have I given any indication at all that I care?” – Sophia

8 “No one in my family has ever seen a psychiatrist ... except of course, when they were institutionalized!” – Blanche

9 “Isn’t it amazing how I can feel so bad, and still look so good?” -Blanche

10 “Condoms, NAME! Condoms, condoms, condoms!” – Dorothy

11 “It’s like life is a giant weenie roast, and I’m the biggest weenie!” – Rose

12 “He’s/She’s really a very sweet man/woman. He/She just doesn’t like to show it.” — Dorothy

13 “I eat raw cookie dough. And occasionally, I run through the sprinklers and don’t wear a bathing cap. And at Christmas, I’ve been known to put away more than one eggnog.” – Rose

14 “I could get herpes listening to this story!” – Dorothy

15 “I’ve been having a good time, and there wasn’t even a man/woman in the room.” -Blanche

16 “Why don’t I just wear a sign, ‘too ugly to live’?” – Dorothy

17 “I though I was gonna die. I swear I have never felt such agony. I saw my entire life flash before my eyes and I thought, ‘What a shame if I die now, I’m too young…and I’m wearing the wrong underwear.’” — Blanche

18 “You’ll have to excuse NAME. HE/She suffered a slight stroke a few years ago which rendered him/her totally annoying.” – Dorothy

19 “Eat dirt and die, trash.” – Blanche

20 “[to NAME] You’re a furry little gnome and we feed you too much.” – Dorothy

21 When I was a child, I used to get overexcited and pet the cat too much.” – Rose

22 “I feel that you have backed me into a corner, and when I am backed into a corner, I come out fightin’ like a wildcat. Unless I’ve had too much to drink, in which case I slide down the wall and make mad passionate love on the carpet.” – Blanche

23 “NAME, you’re one chromosome away from being a potato.” – Dorothy

24 “If this sauce was a person, I’d get naked and make love to it.” – Sophia

25 “I hate to admit it but he/she melts my Haagen-Dazs.” – Rose

26 “Want a glass of water to wash down your foot?” – Sophia

27 “Like I’m the only person who ever mixed a margarita in a sailor’s mouth?” – Blanche

28 “I feel like crawling under the covers and eating a box of Velveeta.” – Rose

29 “When I say jump, you say ‘on who?'” – Blanche

30 “I’m jumpier than a virgin at a prison rodeo.” – Blanche

31 “How come whenever my ship comes in it’s leaking?” – Dorothy

32 “Tell me the truth: do these glasses make me look stupid?” – Rose

33 “If I had that money I could have moved into a swinging condo instead of living with—I better not say anything until I’ve had my coffee [sips coffee]—a slut and a moron!” – Dorothy

34 “Go hug a landmine!” – Dorothy

35 “Fasten your seatbelt, slut puppy. This ain’t gonna be no cakewalk!” – Sophia

36 “NAME? Hubba hubba zing zing, baby, he’s /she’s got everything.” – Rose

37 “I could vomit just looking at you!” – Dorothy

38 “There is a fine line between having a good time and being a wanton slut. I know. My toe has been on that line.” – Blanche

39 “It’s like you people don’t pay any attention to me whatsoever.” – Rose

40 “Why do blessings wear disguises? If I were a blessing, I’d run around naked.” – Sophia

41 “I hate Jell-O. If God wanted peaches suspended in midair, he would have filled them with helium.” – Sophia

42 “Oh, don’t give up, NAME. If the ancient Egyptians could move 20-ton stone blocks to build the pyramids, we can move a toilet.” – Rose

43 “NAME, honey… have you been washing the fruit off before you eat it?” – Dorothy

44 “Tell me, is it possible to love two men/women/people at the same time.” “Set the scene, have we been drinking?” — Rose & Blanche

45 “NAME, what are you listening to?” “A relaxation tape. The rain is supposed to relax me.” “Is it working?” “Not really. I keep worrying that I left my car windows down.” — Dorothy & Rose

46 “NAME, I have a feeling you’re lying.” “NAME, be positive.” “Okay, I’m positive you’re lying.” — Dorothy & Rose

47 “You are undoubtedly the meanest, sickest person I’ve ever met! Not to mention the most unattractive.” — Blanche

48 “Where are you going?” “To either get ice cream or commit a felony. I’ll decide in the car.” — Rose & Dorothy

49 “Let me tell you a story. Picture it, PLACE …” —Sophia

50 “NAME, wake up. My husband/wife/partner will be home any minute.” — Dorothy

51 “I’m NAME and I know it isn’t pertinent at the moment, but I’m double jointed.” — Blanche

52 “He’s/She's really a very sweet man/woman. He/She just doesn't like to show it.” — Dorothy

53 “You know, sometimes when people are under pressure, they sleep to escape.” — Rose

54 “Have you noticed that NAME has been acting peculiar?” “Yes, NAME, from the first day that I met him/her!” — Blanche & Dorothy

55 “Oh, NAME, how do you feel about performing in front of a video camera?” “I think it's okay as long as you've already had at least three dates.” — Rose & Blanche

56 “I never grew a beard!” “You never grew brains, either!” — Rose & Sophia

57 “It wasn't a rat! It was a cute little mouse.” “NAME, it doesn't wear white gloves and work at Disneyland! We're talking about a rodent!” — Rose & Dorothy

58 “My whole life is an open book.” “Your whole life is an open shirt/blouse!” — Blanche & Sophia

59 “Oh, you don't have to worry about me, honey. I never get sick. I take very good care of myself. I treat my body like a temple.” “Yeah, open to everyone, day or night.” — Blanche & Sophia

60 “Oh, NAME. Can I make a little suggestion when you go for your makeover?” “Sure. What is it?” “Don't expect a miracle.” — Sophia & Dorothy

61 “Why am I even discussing this with you?” “Beats the hell out of me!” — Dorothy & Sophia

62 “Well, what do you know? NAME has a past!” “That's right! But unlike yours, I didn't need penicillin to get through it.” — Blanche & Sophia

63 “I'm going to have to meet men/women lying down.” “I thought you did.” — Blanche & Sophia

64 “Here we are in the middle of a crisis and there’s no cheesecake.” — Blanche

65 “Can I ask a dumb question?” “Better than anyone I know.” — Rose & Dorothy

66 “NAME, ‘disdam’ is not a word. You made it up.” “It’s a word.” “Fine. Use it in a sentence.” “You’re no good at disdam game.” — Dorothy & Sophia

67 “He’s/She’s undressing me with his/her eyes.” “Do you wanna move tables?” “Not yet, he’s/she’s only half done.” — Blanche & Rose

68 “You know, there is nothing worse than being wide awake and scared and by yourself!” “Oh yea there is: being wide awake and scared and by yourself without a double-fudge chocolate cheesecake in the freezer.” — Dorothy & Rose

69 “You know what would go so good on this cheesecake is those chocolate sprinkles.” “We finished those an hour ago.” “We could crush some Oreos on top.” “We ran out of those two hours ago.” “How about some whipped cream?” “Mmm!” — Dorothy & Rose

70 “You bought a chocolate cheesecake?” “Just for an emergency.” — Dorothy & Rose

71 “I just need some cucumbers to put on my eyes. It’s very good. It reduces puffiness.” “Does it work on thighs?” — Blanche & Rose

72 “I have a date.” “With a man/woman?” “No, NAME. With a Venus fly trap.” — Dorothy & Blanche

73 “Do you know what your trouble is?” “Of course not.” — Dorothy & Blanche

74 “I think there’s a connection between your brain and wallpaper paste.” — Sophia

75 ““Forgive me, NAME, but I haven’t had sex in AMOUNT OF TIME and it’s starting to get on my nerves.” – Sophia

76 “Do you know what I hate doing most after a big party?” “Trying to find your underwear in the big pile?” — Blanche & Rose

77 “I've never been so humiliated in my life.” “What about the time you lost the key to your handcuffs and had to go with that guy/girl on his/her mail route?” — Blanche & Dorothy

78 “You are not gonna believe this. NAME, just called me.” “I didn't think the two of you were speaking.” “Well, we're not.” “Then how'd you know it was him/her on the other end of the line?” “NAME, you're bringing down the curve for the whole country.” — Blanche, Dorothy & Rose

79 “Oh, my goodness. Look what I found. Double-fudge cookies. I thought we agreed not to keep cookies in the house.” “Right, after this last box.” “You're not going to eat them, are you?” “No, NAME. We're going to go to some dumb country and try to use them as money.” — Rose, Blanche & Dorothy

80 “I can't believe you said that! Oh, if I weren't a lady I'd deck you.” “You try and I'll have you on your back so fast you'll think you're out on a date.” — Blanche & Dorothy

81 [NAME running after a dog] “Ha! Would you look at that: man's best friend, chasing man's best friend!” — Dorothy

82 “I won't stand for this!“[gets up and starts to walk out] “Take it, NAME!” “But I bet you'll lie down for it.” — Blanche, Sophia & Dorothy

83 “NAME, you should make us eat dirt, make us grovel, give us the silent treatment...” “NAME, if you give us the silent treatment, I will eat dirt.” — Rose & Dorothy

84 “Cooking, NAME?” “No, NAME, I'm developing pictures for the Magellan Space Program.” — Rose & Dorothy

85 “Do we have any orange juice left?” [person two pours the rest in their glass] “No, we’re all out.” — Rose & Dorothy

86 “Go hug a landmine.” — Dorothy

87 “Now, what’s wrong?” “I lost it, NAME!” “You never had it, NAME.” — Dorothy & Stanley

88 “You knew I wanted to spend tonight alone.” — Rose

89 “Darn it. I gotta kiss somebody at midnight.” — Blanche

90 “Pizza, dammit! Get pizza!” — Dorothy

91 “What the hell goes on at night in this house?!” — Dorothy

92 “Just drives you nuts, doesn’t it, NAME?” — Rose

93 “Can you believe that backstabbing slut?” — Rose

94 “I’m here if you wanna pick my brain.” “NAME, I think we should leave it alone and let it heal.” — Rose & Dorothy

95 “And the world heaves a collective sigh of relief.” — Sophia

96 "Must you always be so cheerful, you empty headed Mary Poppins knockoff?'—Blanche

97 "What? Are you out of what is left of your mind?!"—Blanche

98 “All I do is listen to your sexual problems. How about my sexual problems?” — Sophia

99 “Blow it out your ditty bag.” — Sophia

100 “Your heart's in the right place, but I don't know where the hell your brain is." — Sophia

101 “Think about it. You live alone. No one likes you." — Sophia

102 “You're moving. Too bad. This would be touching if I liked you more." — Sophia

103 “Go ahead. Stand up and say it. My name is NAME, and I am an idiot." — Sophia

104 “You're here because the rhythm method was very popular in the [insert decade of birth]." — Sophia

105 “Get to the part where they steal the brain out of the dead body and sew it into your head." — Sophia

106 "Exactly how close to the television are you sitting when you're watching TV SHOW.” — Sophia

107 “Boom! You've got a social life." — Sophia

108 “You drink out of a brown paper bag and suddenly everybody’s your friend.” — Sophia

109 “Remember NAME, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” “I think I crossed that line when I got a date!” — Dorothy & Sophia

110 “If you can’t count on family, who the hell can you count on?” — Sophia

111 “In this life, that’s all we have, is hope.” — Sophia

112 “Here’s a newsflash, witches can fly.” — Sophia

113 “It’s great bringing two idiots closer together.” — Sophia

114 “NAME, a man/woman called for you while you were out.” “Finally, now we can break out that bottle of champagne we’ve been saving.” — Rose & Sophia

115 “Gee, with only three hours sleep, I can be just as bitchy as you.” — Rose

116 “Gee, Sophia! You’re awfully cranky today.” — Rose

117 “The doctor says it’s the first time he’s ever been called because a baby was sleeping in the day. And then I think he called me an idiot.” — Rose

118 [astonished] “You paying for something?” “What are you saying, I'm cheap?” “Well, of course he’s/she's saying you're cheap. You're the only man I know who owns a time-share dog!” — Rose, Stanley & Dorothy

119 “Hey, what is this? You're talking about me like I'm an animal. [sniffing NAME] You've been with a man, haven't you?” — Sophia

120 “I do love the rain so. It reminds me of my first kiss.” “Ah, your first kiss was in the rain?” “No, it was in the shower.” — Blanche & Dorothy

121 “You know, I've been thinking ...” “Oh, that would explain the beads of sweat.” — Rose & Blanche

122 “God, I hate morning people.” — Blanche

123 “He’s/She’s a lewd, horny, oversexed beast with five hands.” “You don’t have to build him/her up to me, honey. I like him/her just fine already.” — Rose & Blanche

124 “You ... you ... you rude person!” “Go easy on him/her, NAME.” — Rose & Dorothy

125 “This would be touching if I liked you more.” — Sophia

#golden girls prompts #golden girls quotes #dialogue prompts #writing prompts #drabble prompts #sophia petrillo #dorothy zbornak #rose nylund #blanche devereaux #long post #read more #quaratine sucks and making these keeps my mind busy

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blizzardfluffykpop · 5 years ago

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Good Friday

Summary: Friday the 13th, a summoning that brings back old times for the devil and a witch.

Oneshot

Mark X Reader

If I’m being honest, it was not my idea to summon a demon, especially, on Friday the 13th. (F/n) played ding dong ditch to the poor demon, summoning him and running out of my apartment; while I’m busy just drawing, and waiting for the oven to finish up the pizza I put in. A man is standing in my guest room appalled that no one is standing around the circle. He isn’t one to get easily upset, but come on, at least be near the summoning circle. He sighs, coming out of the circle and walks around the room. He sees that no one is hiding in the closet, he rolls his eyes, getting slightly ticked.

He walks out the door and down the stairs and sees someone drawing, and he is ready to snap his fingers and burst the drawing into flames. But something in the cavern where his heart should be tells him no. He listens and carefully asks “Um, excuse me did you summon a demon?” I turn up and look at him, “Well shit, I didn’t but man do I wish I did…” I flirt, “Let me get my friend,... she ran out after she summoned you so…” He rolls his eyes as I call up, (F/n), I whisper yell at her, “You better get your ass over here, this is your problem, not mine.” Three minutes later in walks (F/n), once, she sees the demon and quickly hides behind me. I roll my eyes, “Either apologize to the man for summoning him, or tell him your business” I state sternly locking my eyes on her.

Maybe I should explain? Yeah, I think I should, I come from a long line of witches, I know how to deal with demons, this isn’t my first rodeo nor my last, but oh how I wish it was. She says, “I-I… was wondering if you could tell me if I ever find love…” “You could have just asked your friend over there…” I tilt my head, and he points to my deck of tarot cards, I shrug and she pouts, “Yeah you will, but don’t let the present slip through your fingers or you’ll never have a future, okay?” She nods, and gestures for the two to sit down while I pull out my markers.

I vaguely pay attention, trying to finish this piece by the end of the night. “What’s your name?” “You can’t ask a demon its name, you have to guess it…” I say softly to her, “You look like a Jisung” He shakes his head, “Young-hyun?” Again he shakes his head, “Let me give you a hint, you can use it as a utensil” “A spatula??” I laugh at that one and it hits me, “Marker? Your name is Mark?” I caught his eyes staring at the markers giving me a clue, but that makes me wonder...

It can’t really be him, can it? Can it really be Mark? I’ll just take my chance, “Tuan?” His eyes nearly pop out of his head, “How do you know that?” Mark asks me, “I’m not as young as everyone thinks me to be, once upon a moon I used to dance with you” I smile, the memories coming back, but at that time he was once as we were, human. I knew it the minute I saw him, I just wanted to be sure, for it’s been a few hundred years since I saw him.

Before the witch trials I was rushed out of Salem, my aunt taking me into custody and I took on the last name of (L/n). Mark and I were closer to close in the old days, but as they say, you can’t bring back the dead. If it’s meant to be they will return to you, and he did, “Should I leave you two alone?” I shake my head, ‘no,’ “The stupid spell worked” he mutters and I gaze into his eyes, “You still remember me?” He nods, and circles around the table to hug me, “Ight, I’mma head out” (F/n) states with a peace sign, leaving me to deal with all the emotions that were swirling within me.

They never said you couldn’t put a spell on the dead to make them remember their past lives, what they said is that you can’t bring them back. I hug him back, and the memories flood me, the future talks we’d have laying in his backyard. Our first dance under the moonlight, our first kiss, the day he asked me to marry him, seems like it was just yesterday. Watching him die had to be the hardest thing, I did everything I could to reverse his disease, but at the time it was out of my grasp, I was only thirty-two, I had nowhere near the knowledge I do now.

I have him sit next to me, “Shit, I’m so glad your friend summoned me… I’ve been looking for you, but you’re so different from back then.” I tilt my head, “Was I supposed to stay the same?” He shrugs, “No, but that would have made it easier” “Did I make you a demon?” I ask, that spell must have did him in, “Um, no, actually that was my own doing…” “What did you do?” “I fought to get back to you, because you still looked the same for a few years,... and they kicked me out of heaven. Instead, of just making me into a fallen angel they made me a demon. It took me some time to get used to, and I wasn’t able to keep looking for you, so I lost track…” He sighs and puts his head into his hands, “I’m sorry” I shake my head, “You found me right?” He nods, “You have nothing to be sorry for,... I should be sorry I cursed you to remember me… when fate says I shouldn’t…” He shakes his head, “No, I’m glad you did, because that means I can do this without any qualms.” He reaches and grabs my face and kisses me, I kissed back, giggling into the kiss, he still gives me butterflies after all these years.

Placing his forehead against mine, looking deeply into my eyes he whispers, “Want to start that forever again?” I nod, “How about a first date though?” He snaps his fingers, and his horns disappear, “I guess being the devil has its perks” I give him a look, “Um,... God hated me so much that he made me King of the Underworld.” “What does that make me? Wait why do you still do summoning missions, then?” “First off, the queen, second off, I was looking for you…” I kiss his cheek, “You found me, you dastardly devil” “And I plan on never losing you” He grabs my hand softly and I look at him and intertwine our fingers.

That day was our start of forever, yes (F/n) never stopped asking questions about the future, but she did learn how to live in the present. I learned how to love the devil himself all over again, and he learned how to love me again. Yes, there have been times where we nearly strangle each other to death, figuratively, and literally, but you can’t kill the undead. Yeah, it’s still a lesson neither of us have yet to learn.

For when it comes to fights you take the time to work out the issues after the screaming and yelling, and figure it out together. To makeup for the things you said, even if it means buying another three headed dog, I swear Mark we don’t need another one. And thirty-thousand apology notes flooding the house whether it be from him or me. Marriages that last are ones that take time to work out the problems, the kinks in the water hose. It takes time and we have forever so we might as well make the most of it. I love him no matter how much we fight over stupid things. And I can tell he loves me too, not just from his actions, or him constantly telling me, it’s his stupid love notes. That make my heart flutter, with the stupid pink heart stamps all over them.

If you love someone, let them go, if they don’t comeback they were never truly yours. If they comeback they were meant to be, and here he is sitting next to me, laughing at a stupid joke our friend (F/n)’s, now husband, Jackson said. That peacock kept appearing around the neighborhood, and she finally paid attention to the present. I kiss his cheek, I’m glad he found me again. He wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me close, Bambam looking at us in disgust, “Yucky” before I can snap my fingers, Mark has Bambam’s shoes on fire, and I crack up before Jaebum tells him to knock it off. He does and sticks out his tongue, I shake my head. And yeah, Friday the 13th is a day of luck, after all, it brought Mark back to me.

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