#but he didnt seem like he thought he could get sober

[toolazytodecide]

Just finished Goldfinch and damn the last 60 min is A Whole Lot to think about!

YESSS! Proud of you. That book is a mission.

Thoughts???? You should check out the movie too. There are some changes I prefer (tho mostly I stick to book canon)

Remember how we talked about Theo's nickname "puppy" and how he's popchik. That goddamn letter he wrote to Hobie... 😭😭😭 fuckin broke me.

I also think part of the reason this book haunts me so much is how unsatisfying the ending is. Like I think it makes sense. It wouldnt make sense for Theo to suddenly be sober and accepting who he is but idk...makes me sad to think about.

God I wanna re-read it now...it has been about a year since I first read it.

[darlink-xoxo]

PLATINUM IT IS!๑♡՞

in which, your boyfriend stumbles into your shared home, drunk

and keeps mumbling about something..

GIF isnt mine

─ͥ─ͦ─ͮ─ͤ➼♥

aged up

Warnings: Intoxication, Love Drunk + Actually Drunk Shoto, Fluff, Puppy love 🫶.. and spelling mistakes

❥ · ﾟ₊ You were patiently waiting for your boyfriend to come to your dorm room, he had been spending the afternoon with the guys somewhere. although you and the girls also went out, you had gotten home way before he did. it had just been a few minutes ago when you received a text from izuku, informing you that he'd be dropping your boyfriend off at your door. as apparently, he's been fussing about wanting to see you ever since they left the restaurant.

the green haired boy also told you that your boyfriend was drunk, so you had enough minutes to prepare your room. taking a sip of the cold water you placed on the counter, you turned when a knock came from your door. you opened it to reveal your pouting boyfriend with his arm slung on izuku's shoulder.

your shoto's face instantly perks up at the sight of you. laughing as you picture his metaphorical tail wagging a mile per second, izuku sends you a tired smile. almost like a reflex, shoto latches himself onto you, happily nuzzling into your neck. izuku waves you goodbye and whispers a 'good luck' before he closes the door. you fumble to lock it with your boyfriend putting all his weight onto you.

"my lovelyy.. i'm homeeee," he slurs, tightly hugging your waist to keep you close to him.

you giggle as you brushed his hair out of his face to reveal his dazed smile, "i can see that, my love," you whisper as you press a kiss to his nose.

he all but hums, closing his eyes in bliss. as he slumps his figure onto you, he softly mumbles something into the crown of your head. leaning up to kiss him along his jaw, you whisper and ask him to repeat what he said.

he lifted his head up and quietly recited his words, "my darling,, let's get married," he suggested with a caring smile on his face.

your eyes widened, struggling to respond as you nearly fumbled while carrying your boyfriend's weight.

"oh shoto.. honey, you're not thinking clearly, let's get you some water and then to bed," you muttered, feeling your palms getting moist by how flustered your boyfriend could make you even when drunk.

"I memorized your ring size way back when we started holding hands,, so now you gotta tell me, pretty.." shoto murmured to you in a hushed whisper.

you dragged the stumbling boy towards the kitchen, pouring water into a glass, you lifted it towards your boyfriend's lips, "and what should i tell you, handsome?"

with a gentle smile, he leaned away from the glass, "you need to tell me what ring you want," he dropped that information as if it was nothing and leaned toward the glass of water in your stilled hand.

"i-.. pardon..?" you blinked feverishly, did he just say what you thought he did??

he kept silent as he gulped down the water you held up to him, letting out a delighted sigh when finished, "what do you want your ring made of? is there any diamond you have in mind?"

you stiffly placed the glass into the sink, shutting off the lights behind you and sauntering the both of you towards your shared bedroom. zoned out, you only snapped back when your boyfriend repeatedly poked your cheek with a noticeable pout on his face.

"i want my answer, dearest.." he seemed to sulk when you didnt answer his question.

"shoto.. i'd rather have this conversation when you're sober,"

"love, please, any diamond you could be thinking isn't out of my reach,"

"i really think we should talk about this in the morning-"

"there's no limit to any brand sweetness, i could even call up someone in the states-"

"darling, let's get you to bed-"

"y/n.."

hearing him say your name crumbled your resistance instantly, sheepishly turning to face him, you shrunk at the saddened yet stern stare he gave you. giving up on avoiding the question, you sighed and turned away to hopefully hide from his pricing gaze.

"i'll take platinum.. any brand is okay.." not even noticing how his entire being perked up, you turned back as you felt him lift himself off of you.

he stumbled and flopped onto your shared bed with a happy and satisfied smile. he snuggled deeper into the pillows, as if you not answering his questions were the only thing keeping him up tonight.

yet even if this was cute, which it was, you realized something..

he didnt even brush his teeth yet.

[m4y4wasnthere]

soc!reader x dallas winston hcs

cw: minor smoking mention, suggestive ones at the end

you were friends with Pony and Johnny because of Cherry

Pony and Johnny always would talk abt how tuff you were, Dallas once overheard them

He didn’t like you, he wasnt fond of the fact you were a soc, regardless of what pony and johnny said abt you. the only reason he didn’t hate you was because of how Cherry proved herself to be a good person

they had to beg darry to let you come over

you were wearing a white sweetheart top with some simple jeans. you loved pearl necklaces and was wearing a pink bow in your hair

when he first saw you, his first thought was how pretty you were. he liked the fact you were slightly dolled up just to meet your friend’s crew

“whats your name dollface?” dallas completely set aside his soc hatred for you

his reaction left pony and johnny shocked lmao “dal i thought you didnt lik-“ dallas shoved pony before he could finish his sentence.

you didnt hear alot about dallas, but you knew he was a hood who got into jail every other week.

you couldnt help but giggle to the nickname, “my name is y/n, nice to meet you, um dal is it?”

his heart fluttered at you calling him that. “uh- the name is dallas winston but yea, you can call me dal.” he tried and lean on the doorway behind him but he missed and slipped before quickly catching himself

he mentally facepalmed , he knew the gang was gonna make fun of him for this later

he loves seeing all your outfits and all the different accessories you have

you have a white/pink mustang and he engraved D.W + (ur initals) on it

you were a bit angry when you found it but it was small and hidden enough to the point where u decided u werent gonna get it fixed (you secretly thought it was cute the whole time)

hes snuck into your room plenty of times, and you love putting a bow in his hair

“cmon doll, y’know i dont wear this girl stuff” he sat on your bed, slightly sinking on the mattress.

“baby if you want to keep sneaking in here then yes, you do wear this girl stuff.” After the bow was clipped on, you kissed his cheek and he seemed to not mind anymore.

Tries his best not to get into jail as much anymore because you hate it. not only do you hate being separated from him, you want him to have an okayyy rep when he meets your parents

hes not completely sober (yet? lets hope 🤞) but he starts to limit how much he smokes since he doesn’t want to be a bad influence on you. If you guys are around each other, then he won’t smoke. Even if that means no smoking for a whole day or 2

you get super scared whenever he surprises you by walking to your house because you dont want him to get jumped by other soc’s

you were chilling on your couch when you heard someone knock on the door, you were in pretty floral silk-like pajamas and had your hair up.

you peeked before seeing your boyfriend. “Dal what’re you doing here? Did you walk here?”

“…yes, but im fine doll s-“

“Dallas Winston, I told you to not walk here by yourself, especially in broad daylight! What if you got jumped!” He walked in, and you locked the door. You crossed your arms, not stepping towards him.

he hates it when you use his full name, his head was down and he fake pouted. “ ‘m sorry doll, forgive me please. I’ll make it up to you.” He held his arms out for a hug.

As much as you wanted to stand your ground, you gave into his hug.

lets just say you guys were kissing.. alot, he promised to make it up to you 🤷‍♀️

He secretly loves saving up whatever money he has to buy you nice things, makes him feel like he actually deserves you. Probably would play it off by saying stuff like “saw this lying around and…” “i picked this up on the way…do you like it?”

His insecurity about if you actually want him and if hes good enough for you is pretty apparent. He doesn’t think you see it but you’ve caught on and make sure to tell him you love him a lot.

• suggestive ones •

Loves praising you, especially if your giving him a blowjob or right when the round finishes

“Your eyes are so pretty looking up at me doll”

“You’re taking me so well”

“You were so good doll, I love seeing you feel good because of me”

You once wore a pretty white lingerie set, and he couldn’t keep his hands off of you for hours

Teases you a lot about your matching bra/panty sets

“You matched for me doll?”

“The white sets’ my favorite”

Can’t get enough of your beautiful face, he once gave you a facial and ever since then, he always hopes you allow him to do it everytime

[agaypanic]

hey girl! do you still write for stanley barber? if so, could you write about the reader having too many drinks and accidentally confessing to him??

Drunk Words Are Sober Thoughts (Stanley Barber X Reader)

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Summary: To celebrate the end of finals and a nearing graduation, you and your friends have a little party at Stanley’s house. Being drunk makes you lose your filter, especially around Stanley.

A/N: takes place at the end of senior year, syd didnt killed brad, sydney x dina bc i love them

***

“Okay, okay, okay. Never have I ever…” You trailed off, trying to find the thought you just had. It took a second, but when it came back, you clapped your hands. “Got it! Never have I ever wrecked a library.”

You giggled while you watched Sydney groan, rolling her eyes as she sipped her drink.

“I’m starting to think you’re out to get me, N/n.” 

“You know I love you, Syd-Syd.”

“Okay, my turn!” Dina announced, playing with the lip of her cup.

Dina was the one who had the brilliant idea to have a small get-together to celebrate your friend group passing your finals. It was a unanimous decision to party at Stanley’s house, which was often parent-free. He provided almost everything: the weed, the drinks, the tunes, the looks.

That last part was probably your drunkenness talking.

“Y/n.” The boy in question shook your shoulder, taking you out of your thoughts.

“Dina said, drink if you’ve had a crush on someone in this circle,” Sydney said, smirking at you before taking another sip. Dina teasingly raised her eyebrows at you.

Avoiding Stanley’s gaze, you took the last sip your cup had to offer. Although you knew everyone took a sip, Dina and Syd were the only ones who knew your little secret involving an infatuation with the curly-headed dealer. Plus, you were all well aware of the whole love fiasco with your three friends. It ended with Syd and Dina getting together and you and Stanley being two third wheels.

“Empty cup!” Stanley announced as you swallowed the last drop. Seeing the slight back-and-forth waving your body was doing, he plucked the cup out of your hands. “Maybe it should stay empty.”

“Nooo.” You whined, looking at him with a pout. Whatever Dina had mixed in your cup was definitely having some kind of effect on you. You lay down on your side, arm supporting your head. “I’m fine, I promise.” Stanley didn’t seem so convinced. “One more drink?”

“I dunno.”

“Oh, come on, Stanley! She deserves it!” Dina exclaimed, giggling at the unexpected volume of her voice. “She practically killed herself studying for finals. Give the girl another drink.”

Stanley sighed, standing up and going to his coffee table, which was littered with an assortment of liquor.

“Fine, but after this one, she’s cut off.”

***

You did not get cut off. The next few hours became a blur of more chugs and sips, a couple shots, and a few inhales from a joint Stanley had rolled for the occasion. Sure, you’d wake up tomorrow with a killer hangover and probably everlasting liver damage. But as they say, you only live once.

Everyone had been dancing to a record on Stanley’s player, jumping around to the beat and screaming the lyrics. You were lucky that no one else was home and that the neighbors couldn’t hear you from the basement. 

While catching your breath, you listened to the next track play. It was a slow, somewhat romantic and sappy number. You found yourself moving towards Stanley like two magnets while Sydney and Dina wrapped their arms around each other to sway to the music.

“Aw, they’re so cute.” You whispered, which wasn’t really a whisper at all. But the couple didn’t seem to hear you. “It’s kinda gross.” You and Stanley giggled, watching your friends.

“Come on, dance with me,” Stanley murmured, hands guiding yours to loop around your neck before settling on your waist. You were lucky that your cheeks were already red from the alcohol because the close proximity made heat rise to your face.

“You’re so pretty, Stanny.” You blurted out, droopy eyes focused on his features. The boy grinned, letting a hand rub up and down your back.

“You’re totally drunk.”

“No, m’not.” You were. “Besides, doesn’t matter. You’re still pretty.”

“Well, you’re prettier,” Stanley responded. The two of you slow danced in silence, slowly forgetting that your friends were still a few feet away from you. You rested your head on Stanley’s shoulder, allowing him to press his cheek against the side of your head. “I think you bought me this record.”

“I did?” Your recollection was a bit fuzzy on the matter.

“Yeah. For my birthday.” Fingers gently raked through your hair, brushing some away from your face. “I really like it. It’s one of my favorites.” You hummed, secretly giddy that something you had given him was considered one of his favorite things.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“What?” You lifted your head off Stanley’s shoulder to see him staring at you. You couldn’t decipher the look on his face, but you hoped it was nothing negative. 

“I’m in love with you.” You murmured. Embarrassment slowly bubbled up inside of you. This was so stupid of you, getting so drunk you lost your filter and told one of your best friends, who couldn’t possibly feel the same way, that you were in love with him. “Or, maybe not, I dunno.” You figured if you tried brushing it off quickly, he would forget it. You groaned, hiding your face in his chest. “God, forget I said it. I’m just wasted.”

He didn’t push you away; in fact, it felt like Stanley tried keeping you closer to him. Knowing you were now beyond embarrassed by your statements, he focused on the wall behind you so you wouldn’t feel his stare.

“Well, some people say that drunk words are sober thoughts.” Stanley twirled a lock of your hair with his fingers, hoping to comfort you in some way. “Since we’re confessing things now, I have, like, the biggest crush on you.” He felt you stiffen against him from the statement, continuing when you slowly relaxed. “What sucks is that we’re probably gonna forget this. Because, y’know, we’re kinda fucked up right now.”

He was right, but in this moment, you felt stone-cold sober.

“I hope I remember.” You said softly, feeling brave enough to look up at Stanley.

“I hope so, too.” He gave you a small smile.

“Don’t worry,” Sydney said, making you both jump. You had completely forgotten you weren’t alone, being in your own little bubble. “If you forget, we’ll definitely tell you all about it in the morning.” Dina broke away from Syd and stumbled over to Stanley’s record player to replace the large disk with something else.

“Okay, lovebirds. This one’s for you.” She giggled, making her way back to her girlfriend. Stanley immediately recognized the song, pulling you closer as I’m Yours Tonight from Bloodwitch, Stanley’s absolute favorite band, bounced off the basement walls. Feeling warm and fuzzy, you melted into Stanley as he whispered the lyrics to you, gently guiding you back and forth in a dance.

[1leeknower]

"I hate the rain, but if the rain was love, i'd be standing in it ti'll i'm soaking wet"

⏤͟͟͞͞ Lee know x Male reader

angst!

part 2 here

Drabble cause i just cant bring myself to write a full oneshot! 😀 (i might end up doing a part two of this) Not proofread!

Two knocks on minho's door, "weird" He thought since he wasnt waiting for anybody; Once he opened the door, in the pouring rain stood a man, crying, soaked, with a pout on his lips, the first thing Lino did was pull the other guy inside, it was his "friend", Y/n.

Lino goes to get some towels for Y/n, while said man was left on the living room, waiting for the smaller male to come back.

The fact is, Y/n is very, very, very insecure, and is always seeking approval from others, which leads to him thinking he's not enough, making him drink more and more, It broke Minho's heart seeing him like this. Lino loved Y/n, but said boy just couldnt see it, too busy chasing people who just aren't worth a penny, much less all that admiration.

Today was one of those midnights where sadness would take over, leading Y/n to the closest bar, when he just couldn't take it anymore he would just drag his feet to Minho's place, crying himself to sleep, The next day he would leave by the morning, before minho woke up; It was a vicious cycle, repeating over and, over again.

It Hurt minho maybe just the same amount as It Hurt Y/n, whenever the L/n got drunk, he did things that he would regret later, one of those times he kissed minho, Y/n still didnt know that, lino knew that if Y/n found out things would get weird between them and since L/n would always talk about how he regrets everything once he's sober, lee know thought that Y/n would regret the kiss, Lino also felt guilty, because he got too carried away and kissed his friend back, even though he knew you weren't in your right state of mind, he spent many nights wide awake thinking about how stupid he had been.

Bangchan and Jisung already had told him that he shouldn't keep on taking care of you and being so mean to himself, he was trying his best, and in this moment he was the only one actually caring for you, but he just couldn't help it, he loved you so much to just leave you hanging like that, even if that shattered his heart into tiny little pieces.

Taking a deep breath, he took the towels and left to go back to the other male in the living room, Y/n was standing, holding into the hem of his shirt, eyes red and puffy, tears still dripping on his face, Lino handed L/n the towel, but just as he thought the taller male was reaching for the towel, Y/n pulled Lino by his wrists soon holding him into a tight hug:— Im sorry, I love you – Y/n said, muffled by Lee Know's covered shoulder, no response, Minho wanted to tell L/n everything, but he just didn't have the confidence, he felt pathetic.

—I don't wanna hurt you, I just don't know what to do, everything right now is just a mess and I don't know how to handle it, but you make everything seem perfect, like problems didn't even exist with you – Y/n's words stung, Hard to tell who was hurt the most; Lino couldn't bring himself to form a full sentence, all he did was give in into Y/n's touch, holding back the tears, the confessions, holding back the entire world he had going on his mind, he was hurt too, but no one could see it, he thought that it was because he just wouldn't let people get closer to him, but then he noticed it's in reality because people just don't care about anyone else; Once again Y/n spoke, even tho he wasn't getting replies, he felt comfortable enough to open up, even if Lino wasn't listening:— do you think im useless? – "do you think im mean?"

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

I didn’t make the connection between Jamie’s breakdown in “Mom City” and playing at Wembley in “International Break” but whoaa of course he would freak out and be triggered by it. I’m super bad at commenting on AO3 but I wanted to let you know I thoroughly enjoyed the fic you posted today!! And I can’t stop thinking about how Jamie has Ted’s voice echoing in his head, telling him to forgive his dad, and then Tartt Sr gaslights Jamie about the Wembley situation so badly that he’s the one expecting an apology from Jamie??? As if the entire Wembley incident was Jamie’s fault and had nothing to do with Tartt Sr’s actions??! I also loved how you captured each character’s voice <33

God, you are so nice to send this. Made my day! (this is the fic referenced if anyone hasn't read it and wants to)

I can only imagine Jamie walking into Wembley and picturing the last time he was there but obviously he’s excited to debut for England. I added the panic attack for extra drama but I could see how in the show he might’ve pushed it away and then that combined with the upcoming City match stress it snowballs into what we see in Mom City.

I’m sure Jamie’s Dad has been gaslighting him his whole life so I have no doubt he would view the Wembley incident as all Jamie’s fault since Jamie was the one that punched him. I’m sure he’d completely ignore any of his verbal abuse or that he pushed Jamie first.

Jamie takes Ted advice to heart even if I think Ted might’ve actually meant to forgive him for himself, not for his Dad. There’s a difference between forgiving and moving on from someone and forgiving them and having a relationship which seems to have gotten lost in translation. It's like they're playing a game of phone tag. Jamie is a very literal person (thinking Secret Santa was a secret) and so Ted basically speaks in riddles as far as he's concerned.

And to be fair to Jamie he's contactly sending him mixed messages. The transfer the morning after the ghost ceremony, saying he can't come back to Richmond and then taking him back, etc.

Combine Jamie probably wanting his father to be an actual non piece of shit father with Jamie thinking he’s doing the right thing by forgiving his father and it’s not a surprise that Jamie ends up seeing his father again.

And I understand where Jamie is coming from but I am so angry about how the show portrays it. If it wasn’t the final season and next season could explore Jamie meeting with his father it would be different. But the show basically said “oh his Dad’s sober now so things are great even though he abused Jamie in so many ways.”

What really gets me is THEY DIDNT NEED TO DO THIS. Jamie had a phenomenal arc over the three seasons. He improved both professionally and as a person. He has a great Mum! He has Simon! Roy Kent is his best friend! The rest of the team loves him. They don’t need to reconcile him with his father to give the character a satisfying ending. Not everyone should be forgiven. And especially when the only thing someone does is get sober.

I could go on forever how dangerous the narrative is.

But anyway, thank you for the ask, I really appreciate knowing you enjoyed the story and your thoughts :)

[moodr1ng]

i said it once in the tags of an old post but never in the post proper so heres my thoughts on the 'good' ending of disco elysium.. while i generally both enjoyed and admired the writing and messaging of disco elysium i think its 'good ending' fails, because its not good, but its framed as being good. harry is not a man who should be a cop. like, no one should be a cop, but if anyone is going to be a cop it should not be harry. hes at best a week sober, hes been going through an extreme mental health episode during which he put both himself and civilians in danger while completely disregarding his duties, and he has not become reliable or stable in one week. he should not be going back to work now. he probably should never go back to work - not just because of this particular incident but because he has also committed police brutality in the past and that does not paint a good picture of what hes going to do in the future.

if disco elysium wanted a 'good' ending, i think harry should have had the option to quit - i think the game is rather clear about the police being essentially amoral tools of the current power who exist only to defend the status quo, and i dont think a game that makes that so clear can also have a truly positive ending where thats just what the main character remains.

but also, im not sure disco elysium needed a 'good' ending. i mean, it feels good, in an immediate emotional way, to get a 'good' ending for this sort of story, so i get it. but to me, the ending we got is like.. kind of a tragedy, and i dont think that was on purpose?

harry is a man who should not be a cop, not for himself and certainly not for the well-being of anyone else, but he also has no other choice. he has no one outside of his few cop buddies. he has nothing else going on, and, more than that, what amount of kindness and tolerance hes shown by those few friends is dependent on him being a cop. for harry, being part of the police force is his last tenuous community tie, and the only reason anyone is giving a shit about him or willing to give him any benefit of the doubt. kim is only around, being patient and kind to him, because harry is a cop. this is the last thing that allows him any social worth anymore.

and i think the game reflected this in the character of 'the pigs', marianne leplante. shes someone who was abandoned by her loved ones, left without community support, dealing with significant mental health issues, who copes by believing shes a cop. but unlike harry, shes not. and we see what harry would be if he werent a cop: scared, confused, and deeply alone. shes like a mirror held up to harry. we could easily imagine him acting similarly erratic during his pre-canon breakdown. but shes not a cop - so she just gets subdued and taken back into her loneliness.

harry cant stop being a cop - not even if you make him the biggest commie imaginable in-game - because there is nothing else for him out here, not that he can fathom at least. and thats tragic. hes a deeply fucked up man stuck in a deeply fucked up role doomed to continue hurting himself and others through acting out this role - who also has no other choice he can see.

so like, if the game wanted a good ending, then yeah, i think we shouldve been able to have harry quit but still be given community support in the future. but i dont think the game had a realistic good ending in it, not right now. and ig i was just disappointed that it seemed like it wanted me to think it did, when it didnt.

[starcaverns]

Mitsue Fujioka

(One of my pokemon OC's, he is 33-39~ here)

If there was one thing Mitsue could rely on, it was: A horrid love life, and the Fujioka family curse. No one was sure which was worse.

Raised in the remitments of the Hisuian people, he was born and raised in Celestic town. The only person his age was his 3 years older brother, who was very possibly the biggest jerk in Sinnoh. Mitsue knows he shouldn't feel happy when his brother moves away to Kanto, but he really did not care.

Mitsue moved to Alola at the cusp of 17, and immediately met Minera, a 25 year old lady. Looking back he could only see all the red flags love covered up.

He was only 19 when his daughter Tsukiko was born, and everything went down from there. But it finally all stopped once Minera attempted to kill one of Mitsue's coworkers, believing that she was cheating with Mitsue.

He moved back to Sinnoh after the divorced was settled. But then immediately moved to Kanto to avoid the pitying looks from the people of Celestica. He only stayed in Kanto for a year or two, just to go to the wedding of his brother and his new wife, Delia. But he could only warn her, and watch from the sidelines as his brother was not active in her or their sons life.

He wanted to be there for Delia, but when he got his dream job: A steel type gym leader in Sinnoh. He gladly took it. But then he got an even better position, a opportunity to be the Paldean Steel Type Elite Four.

Another move later, Paldea was hard. Unlike Kanto and Sinnoh, which share a language, he and his daughter barely understood paldean. But that did not stop him from getting invited to hang out and drink at a bar with his coworkers.

A couple of drinks later, he wasn't having that much fun. Until two of possibly the most handsome couple in Paldea asked him out. He thought that he heard them wrong, but nope. They were asking him when he was free.

With nothing to lose except his dignity once he was sober, he agreed, and got their numbers. Sober him was mortified, but still went on the date because they seemed nice.

Sooner then later, he was moving out of his crappy apartment into Artazon (To the local gym leaders annoyance) with Tsukiko. Then they three were married.

But trouble quickly came with one of them being pregnant. Despite them all being male, one was born female. They weren't a hundred percent sure what to do, but Mitsue reassured them that it was fine. They were doing great with Tsukiko, and he had already supported a spouse threw a pregnancy before.

But it was not a easy pregnancy, and neither was the birth (Or any birth for that matter). Aurelia, his youngest daughter, was born early. She spent just over a month in the hospital. And it did not get much easier from there, but her Dads loved her.

Aurelia was a sweet baby, but her frequent bouts of sickness put strain on the family. Until when Aurelia was three, they got divorced.

Mitsue got full custody over Aurelia, except for holiday visits to Paldea. Not wanting to face the region where he ruined his best relationship, he moved back to Sinnoh.

Shortly after he moved back, and money was already tough, he got a offer from the new champion, Cynthia. Become Sinnoh's new steel type elite four. Which wasn't hard to do.

All throughout Aurelia's childhood, she commonly got sick, sometimes so sick she had to skip out one of the few times she got to visit Paldea. But she stubborn if nothing else, and decided that she wanted to travel Sinnoh with her cousin Ash.

Mitsue complied, Ash was a good kid, and would protect his baby cousin. But in the middle of her journey, he got another job position! Guess what, another elite four! This time of Kalos!

He didnt want to leave Sinnoh, so him and Diantha came to a agreement. Sinnoh and Kalos had different championship times, Sinnoh in august, Kalos in January. Mitsue just had to come into Kalos for the month that trainers could try to defeat the elite four then champion. It seemed like a good deal, so he took it.

A few months later Aurelia came home, and that was that. Until somehow Ash convinced Aurelia to convince her Dad to go Unova with him, then Kalos.

Mitsue was half convinced that they were going to go to Galar next as he watched Ash fight in the Kalas Championships.

But then Team Flare struck. Aurelia had gone up with Ash and Alain onto Prism Tower to defeat Lysandre as Mitsue helped evacuate the people of Lumiose City.

But the people gasped and screamed, and turned around to see his youngest daughter falling off the tower. He ran towards her, trying to save her.

He was the one who carried her to the hospital, and stood by her side as long as he could before she was brought in her surgery. Then he went back out to evacuate more people.

He died underneath rubble, his body was never found, only identifiable by the absolutely massive amount of blood and his pokeballs.

Master Post for this AU

(Edit: Mitsue is pansexual and genderfluid, he just doesnt know it. They were born male, and goes by male pronouns. But at times enjoys expressing their femininity, like with the make up. Unfortunately they never really got to explore their gender outside of this before they died. If she would've survived she would probably eventually explore her gender as her daughters got older)

[kqtmansmokeschronic]

i cant really vent this anywhere else because of little stalkers and trolls and such, but fuck. my grandpa helped raise me because my mom had to raise 3 kids alone, his healths been up and down the past few years but last night... he had a fucking stroke and now he is in the hospital and its real. He's not dying anymore, hes dead and we're all just waiting to find out he gone, including himself, i cant imagine what he feels right now...this hurts so much. He was my male role model as a kid i didnt have anyone else and i was shy i didnt have alot of friends... i hung out with my grandparents. I love them so much man and the same day the same exact day, my beautfuil rescue dog who i rescued when i very very first got clean and im 10 years sober now, she helped me through it all she supported me there nights she kept me going i didnt have the same support that i do now my mom knows my needs when im in a mood like that and my boyfriend keeps me keeping my head up and walking forward but not because hes commanding or strict hes laid back but i keep going forward for him i want to make a life with him and before i had given up i thought i did everything and it was just waiting for my time to come as my grandpas but he saved me forreal he turned my life around so much so i have the support now but my baby, my poor undeserving of any pain little baby has been having seizers daily for a while now, but just one, the other day she didnt just have 2 but 3 and now for a few days thats the norm. for weeks she has a terrible cough like a hairball but there is no hair she just vant breathe and i saw both her eyes are cloudy she has cataracts in both of them and shes lost weight you couldnt feel her spine before at all and now its poking out, she doesnt seem to be able to eat as much food and her balance and everything is off its just one by one by one then the seizures so we (me and my om) knew... where this ends up but have done the best to keep her pain free and healthy and loved but at this poin. She is suffering, and she's suffering more and more as each day goes by, i guess selfishly and morbidly i hoped she would pass naturally because choosing is so hard. but she's suffereing and it not fair to make her suffer just so i can give her a few more treats and get a few more face full of kisses. I have to let my sweetheart go because if i dont i'll be hurting her...and its making me cry so hard right now just even considering i could ever hurt her in any way i could never. i wanted my boyfriend tto meet her... i wanted him to see what my life is and whats gotten me this far and to him and if he walks into the house and she isnt there he's going to miss a big reason im here its only a week away but i dont know if its humane to just not do it until after just so he can meet her... unless the vet says thats okay or wants a appt later anyway i just i have such a migraine i literally need to go to the ER but of course its my pick up day to get my takehomes from the methadone clinic cause i need my MAT(medication assisted treatment) but i cant stop crying and it keeps flaring tthe pain in my head and i just hope i can go to sleep and not have to go to the ER but i dont know i might have to. I love you isaac. i need you so much. even when im sick and anxious and can barely speak having you there is the only thing that stops the sheer panic and terror you bring me back into reality and you mean everything to me

[lunatic-fandom-space]

Elisabeth Kaiserin von Österreich (1972) [Elisabeth Empress of Austria]

This was kind of a weird one, but I really liked it!

The thing that was weird was that this felt way more like a documentary than a film, even though Wikipedia specifically lists it as a film on Elisabeth's page and not in the section with the documentaries, which is why it ended up on my list of Sissi-media, but it doesnt really feel enough like a documentary for me to call it that. Like, it has these sections with narration over montages of paintings and historical photographs where its just some guy recounting various battles and political decrees and what people at the time thought of them, but it also has actors playing Elisabeth, Franz Joseph and everyone else whos relevant in scenes that dont really feel like reenactments, its kinda weird, Ive never seen anything like this. The ending credits call it a 'Dokumentarspiel' which means something along the lines of 'dramatized documentary', and I think that's a very fitting term for it.

Because of that, it didnt really have much of a story and I feel like I cant really talk about this film the way I talked about the others. Like, it's basically just sober recountings of major historical events interspersed with somewhat relevant anecdotes from Elisabeth's life and then towards the end we get less of the historical events as she withdrew from politics and public life, and it doesnt really elicit a lot of emotion from me, which is what I prefer. But I mean, I thought it engaging and that it painted a very interesting picture of Elisabeth. And it was nice getting some actual information for once, Ive mentioned before that I really dont know anything about history and Ive been trying to steer clear of treating anything that's portrayed in any of these films as factual because obviously the people making them are going to take creative liberties for the sake of making a cohesive story, but it doesnt seem like that was the case here. It really makes me want to watch more documentaries, I think I might do something something similar to this project in the future, where I look for a bunch of documentaries and watch them in chronological order, that could be interesting. I probably wouldnt write reviews for those though

Anyway, lets talk about the other stuff. The editing was mostly fine, it was just a bit weird during some of the historical events-segments but it wasnt a big deal. The pacing was good too, given that there wasnt much of a story or a throughline (other than Elisabeth as a person i guess) I think it could have become meandering and feel like a bit of a drag, but it didnt. Although to be fair, this film was on the shorter side, its only 80 minutes. The only part that really dragged on was the scene of Elisabeth and Franz Joseph being crowmed king and queen of Hungary, they show the whole slow ceremony and it was very boring.

And if I'm already talking about scenes that kinda bother me, Elisabeth's assassination was very strange. Like, it shows her and Lucheni walking toward each other at the docks in geneva and it keeps cutting back and forth between them as they both walk at a brisk but measured pace, until he suddenly starts running and then he kindof skids to a halt on his knees right in front of her and quickly stabs her before running off. Elisabeth doesnt really react and the woman who's with her is like "oh no, what happened, are you hurt" but she says it in such a mild way, they straightup did not notice that she got stabbed. So yeah, Elisabeth tells her that everything is fine, shes just a bit shocked and she thinks that guy just puched hef, and she just. keeps walking. The woman is like "are you really sure youre not hurt" and she goes "ah, you know, now that you mention it, I guess Im in a little bit of pain" and she starts trailing off and then collapses. So thats it. Im guessing this was based on like, the real life testimony of the woman who was with her and eye witness reports and all that but still, what a series of events huh.

And last but not least, the actors were all okay. I think they couldve all been better but they werent bad or anything. I will say though, something about Marisa Mell as Elisabeth bothered me, I think its the fact that they start this film off with a bunch of paintings and photographs of her and then Marisa Mell just looks nothing like her. Especially when you compare that to how Peter Fröhlich actually does look quite a bit like Franz Joseph does in the paintings, just less prettyboy-ey and also hid eyes arent so blue and scary. And I mean, the actresses they get to play Elisabeth rarely look like her because they usually just cast generally attractive women with brown hair because yknow, she was supposed to be incredibly beautiful but the beauty standards have changed a lot since then and are shifting, but still.

Anyway, that's it. I didnt want to watch any documentaries as part of this little project, I wanted to focus on the media thats purely fictional, for lack of a better term, but this was a very good one and Im glad I ended up seeing it

[awriternamedart]

-- Drunken Verdict - Neuvillesley / Wriolette -- Warnings for - Swearing, Sexual Innuendos and Connotation(no actual sex L), mentions of alcohol and hangovers, implied vomit. --

Remind Wriothesley to never drink with strangers again.

The moment he opened his eyes, white walls and far too many windows practically assulted him, something that normally would have just made him turn back over and sleep off the hangover. But it was the next morning, and work waited for no one.

Grumbling to himself as he slowly sat up, he could practically hear Sigewinne's lecture from there, Wriothesley sat on the bed for a few more moments, bleary, half awake thoughts chasing each other in circles around his head.

...wait, white walls and windows?

Wriothesley lurched forward, stumbling on his feet as his headache flared from sudden movement. He caught himself on the bedframe, steadying his balance before he took a breath. Admittedly he did jolt a bit from the unfamiliar texture of the wood, but he was far more concerned with a few other things.

Like where the fuck he was, and where the hell his shirt went.

Ok, he had to gather his thoughts. Getting himself together took a few more moments then he had hoped, hindered by both the unfamiliar enviroment and the dull throb of his head, but he managed. Wriothesley knew what danger felt like, and nothing about this place was raising major red flags or warning bells.

Probably a kind stranger who took pity on him, thats all.

Scanning through his groggy mind, Wriothesley couldnt find any evidence to say otherwise. The night had been rowdy, he had gotten dragged into a drinking night with some of the Mermonia folk after dropping off a report to the Palais and then..

Nothing. He could vaguly pick out blurred hints of roaming the streets afterward, but nothing that pointed to where he was. Given his current state of dress as well as the fact he wasnt the type to go for a drunk hook up, he could probably rule out that as well.

Though, not totally. It was still in the cards, even if it wasnt somethin he felt like he'd do.

He wasnt exactly sober and able to assess his capacity in that state, after all.

Archons, Im startin to sound like Neuvillette. The thought flitted across his mind, making Wriothesley snort. It spawned the idea of the high and mighty Iudex being drunk off his ass into Wriothesleys mind, something that seemed so farfetched he almost questioned if Neuvillette could actually get drunk.

He was getting off track. This was all proving to be a potential nuisence, so he really should just find his clothes and leave as quietly as he could. No need to stir up trouble in the Court of Fontaine.

Granted, this wasnt the first time something like this had happened. He would have to make mental note of the address and send them a letter of apology later, perhaps some compensation for taking care of him. And he didnt want to overstay his welcome either, though he had to admit, this place was far fancier then he initially expected.

Whoever lives here must be a high-end kind. Hopefully not someone bratty, those types were the most tiring to deal with.

Finding the crumpled fabric of his shirt and shirtvest in a nearby hamper, Wriothesley was quick to discover why it had been discarded.

"..Eugh." Nevermind. Not wearing that outside.

They probably wouldnt mind him borrowing their kitchen sink, right? Bathroom sinks tended to be to small.

Sighing to himself, Wriothesley put the clothes back in the hamper, carrying it out the room. There goes his hopes of leaving this place unnoticed, but whatever. He could deal with that as he got there.

Activity and clambering could be heard as he descended the stairs, surprised to hear someone awake. It had to be early, the sun was barely peaking over the mountains! Who in their right mind would be awake at this hour?

With resignation, Wriothesley followed the sound, sure enough finding the kitchen he so desired. He ran a hand through his hair before stepping into the doorway, sighing.

"Yo, sorry- ..what the fuck."

"Oh, your awake." Turning the heat down and setting the pan aside, Neuvillette brushed off his hands and faced Wriothesley, concern practically radiating off him. "How are you feeling? Did you drink the water I left for you on the bedtable?"

"....Neuvillette." Nothing was quite getting comprehending at the moment, sorry. It took Neuvillette getting closer for Wriothesley to move himself, glancing around the room as everything clicked into place.

Well, mostly everything.

"Yes, Wriothesley? Are you sure your feeling alright? You were in quite a state last night." The Chief Justice stepped forward again, this time reaching forward to press the back of his hand against Wriothesleys cheek. He frowned when the Duke flinched back, but did not pursue, dropping his arm.

"'Quite a state', eh?" Of course, he would end up here. Just his luck to run into Neuvillette while absolutely shitfaced drunk, how annoying. Forcing a chuckle, Wriothesley shifted his hold on the hamper, bringing Neuvillettes attention to it. "Look, Im sorry for the trouble- Ill just clean this and be out of your pretty hair. Where's-"

"Theres no need. If you would like a shirt, you may borrow one of mine, and we can take this to a proper cleaners at a later date." There was no room for argument either, Neuvillette taking the hamper from Wriothesley and placing it aside. His nose wrinkled a bit from the smell, something that Wriothesley didnt miss, but he didnt complain. Instead he actually smiled, tugging Wriothesley further into the kitchen. "Lets get you something to drink to ease your hangover. I was going to prepare some tea later, but you woke up far earlier then I was expecting."

With no room to refuse, Wriothesley found himself being dragged to a quaint window table, overlooking the whole of the Court. The height was a little dizzying, but Wriothesley managed, glancing about the kitchen as Neuvillette returned to the stove.

"Your Vision, shoes, jacket and other articles are in my foyer." Before Wriothesley could even ask, Neuvillette answered, looking back over his shoulder. "You gave me quite a fright when you showed up at my doorstep, so I left everything there when I got you upstairs."

"Wait- 'At your doorstep'?" Pausing at that, Wriothesley looked sideways as Neuvillette brang a teabag and the kettle to him, setting it down on a hotpad before going to grab some cubs.

"Yes, do you not recall?" Something akin to amusement danced among the rays of the rising sun on Neuvillettes face, placing a cup for the both of them before taking a seat himself.

"Archons, no. I don't remember shit if Im being frank." Gratefully, Wriothesely picked up the kettle to prepare his tea, just the way he liked it. "Learning that I showed up at your door is embarressing as is. Spare me the mortifying details, but curiousity is getting the better of me."

"Well, you did ask to sleep with me." Neuvillette took a sip of his drink.

A beat of silence passed.

"...I fucking what." Red flushed Wriothesleys ears, his eyes standing out more starkly against the darkened skin. If his tea had been ready, he would have spat it out in shock.

"In your exact words-"

"Nope, no, I don't want to know." His head fell into his hand, a long-suffering groan escaping him. Actively cursing his drunk self out, Wriothesley couldnt even bring himself to look the Iudex in the eye, dragging his hand down his face.

"You already asked for clarification, do you wish for me to stop?" Neuvillette looked as passive as ever, but Wriothesley could see the amusement in the corners of his eyes. He settled for glaring at the Chief Justice, getting a huff and another sip in return before Neuvillette placed his cup down. "Ill take your silence as a no. I will continue, then."

-

Neuvillette was used to strange happenings. He wasnt fond of them, but they did occur, and he had learned to live and let live a long time ago.

Hearing a knock, followed by a rough thud against his front door late at night though, it put him on guard. No one had dared to attempt robbing the Chief Justice in Neuvillettes memory, but there was always a first.

With caution, tips glowing a bright blue in preparation for self defense, Neuvillette entered his foyer right as another knock accompanied by a voice echoed in the room.

"Neuvillette? Your Honor, are you home? Its cold-" The words were slurred together, muffled by the door, but nonetheless, Neuvillette recognized it after just a few moments, throwing caution to the wind and opening his door.

Sure enough, standing on his doorstep was the Duke of Meropide, hand in the air as it preparing to knock again. He nearly did to, until he seemed to realise the door was no longer there.

A smile split across Wriothesleys face.

"So ya aree home. An' here I was thinkin ya were still at the Palaiiisss!"

"Your Grace." Trying to be courteous despite the late hour, Neuvillette glanced over Wriothesley to assess if he was ok. There werent any noticable injuries at least. "Your up late. How can I help you tonight?"

"Mmn, jus' got invited out ta drink wit' your overworld folk. Can I come in?" Shuffling his feet, Wriothesley looked.. strangely agitated. It was unusual to see him this physically expressive, something that concerned Neuvillette, so he stepped aside, inviting Wriothesley in without much thought..

..before immediately having to catch the warden as he tripped over his own feet in the doorway.

"Wriothesley!!" Even the late hour couldnt keep the worry from spiking in his heart, steadying the Duke to the best of his ability before he nudged the door shut with his foot. This was not good, Wriothesley was clear not in any state to be upright. How in the Sovereigns names did he make it all the way to Neuvillettes residence without issue?

With a bit of prodding and handiwork, Neuvillette managed to get Wriothesley onto a couch. Taking his coat and accessories off to ease his burden was rather easy, Neuvillette placing his gloves and Vision on the nearby table before taking his shoes and jacket and putting them in their proper place.

The entire time, Wriothesley was mumbling, drunken rants that were either undecipherable or complete nonsense. It wasnt until Neuvillette informed him that he was going to fetch Wriothesley some water that the Duke spoke again, unfocused eyes finding Neuvillette in the dim light.

"No."

"No? Wriothesley, do not be unreasonable, the water will help you to regain-"

"No. I dont need to be sober, I came here to ask you a question."

For a moment, Wriothesley looked startlingly clearheaded, gaze narrowing in on Neuvillette with intent. It was all the Iudex could do to watch the Duke get up with minor difficulty and stop directly in front of him, eye to eye.

"I want to fuck. With you."

"..Excuse me?"

Over the years, Neuvillette had heard of people being infatuated with him, sometimes even hearing or recieved confessions via letter or word of mouth. Whether romantic or sexual, it wasnt like Neuvillette was completely inexperienced with dealing with either.

But he had never been asked quite so bluntly.

"Ya heard me. I wanna fuck with you. Sleep with you. Whatever you call it." Wriothesley took Neuvillettes hand in his own two, lifting it up between them. "Cmon, I know ya like me, and I think I like ya, so lets just do it."

"Wriothesley, you are drunk. I hardly think you know what your asking for." To his credit, Neuvillette did find this mildly amusing. Wriothesley was a dear companion of Neuvillettes, afterall, and neither had been exactly subtle in harboring their attraction toward the other. To hear Wriothesley himself even confirm there was something between them was greatly appreciated, but he was careful not to show any of that, gently removing his hand from Wriothesleys grasp. "Im afraid Ill have to say no."

He would prefer to hear it from a sober Wriothesleys lips instead.

Wriothesley, on the other hand, seemed to hard disagree.

Practically wilting on the spot, Wriothesley hoisted what could best be described as a pout onto his face, dropping his hands as he turned away from Neuvillette. The Iudex was admittedly surprised by this, reaching out to put a hand on Wriothesleys shoulder.

"Wriothesley-"

"So ya dont like me." Neuvillette paused as Wriothesley looked over his shoulder, shocked by the look of pure hurt on the Dukes face. Oh, no, this was not what he had meant.

"No, you misunderstand. I enjoy your company, Wriothesley, I do." Sighing, Neuvillette couldnt keep the fond, small smile off his face.

"But you won't sleep with me."

"These are two seperate matters, Wriothesley, and you are drunk."

"So you'd sleep with me if I was sober?"

"Well, no-"

"So you don't like me."

Another sigh escaped Neuvillette, the man finally rounding around to face the Duke head on. "Wriothesley, you are acting like a child. You know very well why I wouldnt sleep with you immediately, and especially not if your drunk."

And still, Wriothesley avoided his gaze, pointedly looking in a different direction. It wasnt until Neuvillette noticed the start of tears gathering in Wriothesleys eyes that realization hit him.

This was genuinely how Wriothesley felt, deep down, brought out by alcohol and likely a drop of self loathing buried deep.

Unsurity snagged Neuvillette in its grasp, that taunting feeling of being far out of his jurisdiction coming in full force. He didnt know how to express himself fully, much less help another with their own emotions, but he had to try. Thinking about Wriothesley crying because of him, well.. he quite hated the idea.

"My dear Wriothesley, look at me, please." At the gentle plea, Wriothesley finally turned to face Neuvillette. His cheek met a gentle hand, a thumb brushing the beginnings of a tear aside.

"I am not rejecting your feelings, Wriothesley. Do not mistake that." Wriothesley leaned into Neuvillettes touch as he spoke, listening with rapt attention. "I simply- oh!"

Arms wrapped around Neuvillettes waist, Wriothesley tugging the man forward to put his face in the Iudex's shoulder.

"So.. ya do like me." The words were incredibly muffled, but Neuvillette heard them nonetheless, a fond huff escaping him. He reached down, returning the embrace with a warm smile.

"Yes, I suppose I do."

-

"You then proceeded to pass out on me, so I had to assist you in getting to my bedroom before you ended up making a mess of yourself and getting yourself comfortable in the bed."

Wriothesley dropped his head into his hands, groaning out of sheer embarressment as the tale was recounted to him, bits and pieces coming back to him. Practically downing his tea in one go, all Wriothesley could feel was the red raging through his face and neck, flustered in every sense of the word.

"Look, Your Honor-"

"We are alone, Wriothesley, no need for honorifics."

"Seriously- Ok, look, Neuvillette, we can just forget this whole thing-"

Neuvillettes teacup clinked as it was set down again, interrupting Wriothesley.

"Why should we? We're both aware of our mutual attraction."

"Well-" Wriothesley paused, an incredulous look on his face as he finally looked up at Neuvillette. "..What?"

"Were you not listening to my testimony? I did state the attraction was mutual, did I not?" Folding his hands in his lap, Neuvillette pinned Wriothesley with a hard stare, raising a brow. "Unless, in your own words, you 'don't like me back."

Wriothesley broke their stare down after just a few moments, hints of laughter shaking his head as Neuvillette took another drink.

"Your a right bastard sometimes, Neuvillette."

"How do you plead, then?" He only peered at the Duke over the rim of his cup, a knowing look on his face.

"Im gonna say guilty."

I'm probably never gonna write this but there's a fic idea that hasn't been leaving me aLONE

So imagine Wriothesley wakes up hungover at a place he doesn't recognize. This has happened before, he's gone home with people he didn't know and didn't remember the next day, yada yada yada. So he starts going around the room, trying to figure out wtf happened last night, checking every corner for any detail and he concludes he's at a random girl's place again. He goes down in the kitchen and boom - Neuvillette. Wrio is confused as shit obv. THEN Neuvillette starts telling him about what happened.

Basically, drunk Wrio knocked on Neuvillette's door at an ungodly hour, tried to get some, got none, cried about his life for a bit and then passed out drunk. Wrio is embarrassed af and Neuvillette is just rlly concerned for his well-being

Now one of the main reasons I won't write this is because idk how to end it

[pesterloglog]

Dave Strider, John Egbert, Jade Harley

Act 6, page 6302-6323

DAVE: so weird being back here

DAVE: cant believe how long ago it feels since i lived in this place

DAVE: spent way too long wallowing in our own filth on that gnarly meteor thats for sure

DAVE: this doesnt even seem like my room anymore

DAVE: its like trespassing or something like im horning in on somebody elses life

DAVE: a life lived most sweetly though i will admit

DAVE: ahahaha the fuckin toilets still there

DAVE: i remember when jade put that there that is perhaps like my favorite memory

DAVE: wish jade wasnt crazy just makes me remember how much i miss not crazy jade

DAVE: or less crazy jade

DAVE: wait

DAVE: didnt karkat once say terezi ripped a troll toilet out of his house

DAVE: what is with girls and their universally constant tendency to rip out plumbing fixtures

DAVE: did i just accidentally crack another cosmic riddle or

DAVE: i gotta txt him and get confirmation on this asap

DAVE: actually nah

DAVE: i probably harangued the poor guy with enough of my bs the last few years

DAVE: ill just keep shufflin thru memory lane making wistful observations out loud

DAVE: you know it kinda chaps my bulge that people rip on me for talking to myself

DAVE: its like the most perfectly natural thing to do

DAVE: why are people so up tight about keepin a lid on their monologues what a bunch of stuffy pricks

DAVE: ive always found the sound of my own voice to be mysteriously soothing

DAVE: haha talk about an embarrassing sentence to say in earshot of an actual person

DAVE: well maybe not the mayor

DAVE: you can always tell the mayor anything <3

DAVE: hahaha this piece of shit is still here too

DAVE: didnt we use this thing like ONCE

DAVE: what a useless pile of trash in hindsight

DAVE: sometimes i think this game was designed by an idiot

DAVE: wasnt it called like

DAVE: the laserbeam intellivision or something

DAVE: id throw it in the lava but that would be a waste of melting

DAVE: oh yeah

DAVE: almost forgot about my ill beats from the past

DAVE: i wonder if theyre as ill as i remember

DAVE: ok i just pushed some buttons and verified they remain as ill as the day they were dropped

DAVE: ill have to send them to karkat he has always been an enthusiastic patron of my exceptional science

DAVE: i mean sure he says it sucks and maybe he even believes that on some pathetic sub intellectual plane of consciousness which gross philistines operate on their whole lives

DAVE: but whenever he gets a load of my hype

DAVE: i see him there

DAVE: tapping his foot ever so slightly

DAVE: i see him

DAVE: this poster...

DAVE: love this poster

DAVE: its like an old friend

DAVE: never even knew who these guys were or what their deal was

DAVE: never gave it much thought i guess

DAVE: doubt ill ever find out at this point

DAVE: oh well

DAVE: some things i guess were never meant to be figured out

DAVE: or benefit from any kind of elaboration

DAVE: not even years later

DAVE: just the way it is sometimes

DAVE: its like ive said before

DAVE: this poster is a hell of a mystery

DAVE: that i never even thought was a mystery

DAVE: and it would be pretty cool if somebody solved it

DAVE: but damn if thats ever gonna happen

DAVE: so thats a shame

DAVE: aw hell its my old dead things collection

DAVE: what a stupid blast from the past

DAVE: i seriously cannot remember if i was sincere with this shit

DAVE: i was probably trying to flex my underdeveloped irony muscles

DAVE: like the shrimpiest kid at the hipster gym

DAVE: why does my childhood room have to be such a predictable museum of embarrassments

DAVE: i dont know

DAVE: some of these things are kind of cool actually

DAVE: like from a standpoint of objective reevaluation afforded by the sobering maturity that comes with being literally 100% grown up now

DAVE: dead things are actually pretty rad

DAVE: i feel like if i was legitmately into all this then more should have come of the interest

DAVE: like there could have been like

DAVE: entire CONVERSATIONS about it that never even took place

DAVE: hey rose youll never guess what im excited about and have loads of dialogue to spill over

DAVE: whats that dave

DAVE: ancient mollusks

DAVE: hmmmmmmmm said rose

DAVE: how many bananas do you think this paw clutched back when it was alive and attached to a monkey

DAVE: dave i really must say

DAVE: this conversation blows

DAVE: yeah sorry

DAVE: maybe i could have really developed this interest

DAVE: maybe i could have been something cool as a result

DAVE: like what even profession is this

DAVE: a dead shit ogler?

DAVE: no wait

DAVE: probably a paleontologist or something

DAVE: i could have been a paleontologist

DAVE: instead of what i became

DAVE: which was

DAVE: uh

DAVE: some pajama packing fuckface from the renaissance fair

DAVE: that would have been the dopeness!

DAVE: eurgh

DAVE: the ironic selfies

DAVE: oh god

DAVE: now this

DAVE: this is some irredeemably mortifying shit here

DAVE: what was i thinking

DAVE: i dont know man

DAVE: i just dont know

DAVE: this is what seasoned veterans call "bad irony"

DAVE: look at this guy

DAVE: what a fucking novice

DAVE: oh who am i kidding

DAVE: i cant stay mad at that face

DAVE: ok this one is pretty funny actually

DAVE: ...

DAVE: eheheh

DAVE: hehehehe

DAVE: haha!

DAVE: hahahahahaha!

DAVE: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

DAVE: WHY

DAVE: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

DAVE: (gasp)

DAVE: WHY CANT

DAVE: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

DAVE: WHY CANT I STOP LAUGHING

DAVE: PFFFFAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

DAVE: YOU WIN!

DAVE: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

DAVE: YOU WIN YOUNG DAVE

DAVE: THESE SELFIES ARE COMEDY GOLD

DAVE: AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

JOHN: hi dave!

JOHN: what's so funny?

DAVE: whoa

DAVE: john

JOHN: what were you looking at there...

JOHN: hey, are you crying?

DAVE: what

DAVE: no

JOHN: ...

DAVE: i mean i was just laughing too hard at something dumb

DAVE: you know how it is

JOHN: heh, yeah.

JOHN: can i see?

DAVE: no its nothing

DAVE: where the fuck have you been

DAVE: do you remember what happened since we got here

JOHN: yes.

DAVE: well

DAVE: are you gonna fill me in or keep floating there in the most uninformative way possible

JOHN: uh oh.

JOHN: dave, i have to go!

DAVE: what

DAVE: why

JOHN: i can't hang around in one place for too long.

JOHN: let's catch up later, ok?

DAVE: john wait

JOHN: see you buddy!

DAVE: no dont

DAVE: john no stop turning into wind you fickle idiot

DAVE: dont just leave right away that is such an insanely predictable move

DAVE: i said get back here you slippery motherfucker!!!

JADE: hello dave

DAVE: god dammit

JADE: he was just here wasnt he

DAVE: no

JADE: how do you even know who im talking about??

DAVE: look all i know is egbert most definitely didnt just appear out of nowhere and catch me weeplaughing at my selfies

JADE: dave i know he was just here

JADE: i can smell him

DAVE: i keep my apparment misted with his odor at all times

DAVE: essence d'egbert

JADE: degbear?

JADE: what...

DAVE: no like the french pronunciation

JADE: ah

DAVE: anyway im just a lot more comfortable when my whole place reeks of nerd musk

DAVE: so that explains that

JADE: you cant fool me dave

JADE: i will track him down sooner or later

JADE: in any case it doesnt matter

JADE: i came here to see you, not him

DAVE: you did

JADE: come with me

DAVE: where

JADE: out here

JADE: we have some work to do

DAVE: what work

JADE: youre going to need to upgrade your weapon

DAVE: what

DAVE: you mean the deringer

JADE: yes

DAVE: i thought it was like the best possible sword

DAVE: or at least the best possible broken sword

JADE: that may very well be the case

JADE: but it will be useless against lord english

JADE: wouldnt you prefer a weapon that is capable of inflicting damage against him?

DAVE: uh

DAVE: not really?

JADE: of course you would

JADE: this isnt even up for discussion

JADE: now give me the deringer

JADE: we have all been traveling for three long years. what better way to celebrate our reunion than with a little alchemy? :)

DAVE: lots of ways

DAVE: we could have a jade goes back to normal party

DAVE: starring normal jade

JADE: HAR HAR

JADE: gimme the sword

DAVE: ok here

DAVE: how do we make it so it can damage him

JADE: it needs a special ingredient

JADE: something which represents his only known weakness, but hasnt been properly weaponized

DAVE: and you know what that is

JADE: i do

DAVE: how

JADE: i get all my intelligence on such matters from the old lady

JADE: shes had centuries to hatch a plan to settle her score

JADE: over time shes uncovered many secrets about him

DAVE: i dont understand how this is working

DAVE: is she piping all these secrets into your brain

DAVE: along with the evil

JADE: that is not relevant!

DAVE: fair enough

DAVE: i guess technically almost nothing is relevant to the dude youre barking orders to

DAVE: literal barking because of dogginess

JADE: bark bark bark!!!

DAVE: yes exactly like that

DAVE: thank you for participating in the joke

DAVE: now what is this special ingredient and where do we get it

JADE: i already have it right here

DAVE: oh yeah?

JADE: in fact ive had it for about as long as i can remember

JADE: it was right under my doggy snout all along

JADE: remember this?

DAVE: no

JADE: dave are you lying to me?

DAVE: no!

DAVE: ive never seen that thing before

JADE: but i found it on your planet

JADE: it must have gotten here somehow

DAVE: i didnt take your lousy egg

JADE: its not an egg!

DAVE: yeah well these planets are crawling with brainless lizards maybe one of them thought it was an egg

DAVE: and then brought it here cause its warm here and tried to hatch it

JADE: you really have a one track mind when it comes to certain things

DAVE: what things

DAVE: what are you talking about

JADE: davesprite was like that too... i just figured it was because he was part bird

JADE: but no, here you are going on about bird things too just like him :p

DAVE: come on dont compare me to him

DAVE: just cause i think its an eggy looking thing dont mean i think like a damn bird

JADE: mm hmm

JADE: and just because i have these pointy ears doesnt mean i wouldnt kill for some snausages right now!

DAVE: .....................

DAVE: do you actually want snausages

JADE: .....................

JADE: maybe ._.

DAVE: ok well snausages notwithstanding this is bullshit

DAVE: tell me how that thing doesnt look like an egg to you

DAVE: how is that not so obviously SUCH an egg???

JADE: its a cueball dave!

DAVE: i see

DAVE: so if im following

DAVE: then what youre trying to tell me is

DAVE: lord english has some sort of severe egg allergy that we are hoping to exploit

JADE: sigh

JADE: i see its still impossible to have a serious conversation with you, whether you are a sassy bird or not

JADE: i thought regular dave might have matured a little over three years but i guess i was wrong

DAVE: can we just make the eggsword already

DAVE: oh no

DAVE: not the legendary piece of shit again

JADE: pardon?

DAVE: its the fuckin welsh sword again!

JADE: are you telling me you have seen this sword before dave

JADE: how is that possible?

DAVE: i dont know!

DAVE: because i have a shitty quest is how

JADE: .....

DAVE: didnt davesprite tell you anything

DAVE: i found this sword in a gold cave and broke it

DAVE: then davesprite took it to hephaestus who fixed it and upgraded it to the deringer

DAVE: and sent that to me and i broke it again

JADE: you sure seem to break swords a lot

DAVE: i know!!!

DAVE: that has always been my thing for some reason

DAVE: now i guess it turns out my ultimate sword is really just a repaired downgrade of my previously ultimate sword mixed with a cueball?

DAVE: we just cycled right back to caledfwelsh like a bunch of tools

DAVE: that is the most stupid convoluted ass backward way to get a sword out of a stone i can even imagine

DAVE: i feel like somebody somewhere is having a good laugh over this i sure hope like the juggalo equivalent of fuckin loki or whoever the fuck is having a top notch riddlewank at my expense

JADE: :|

DAVE: you know what really gets me is

DAVE: this shitty welsh sword presumably consisted of those ingredients all along which just makes me want to travel back in time to perform a mutually assisted suicide with myself

DAVE: me and other dave can take turns suffocating each other with our own DUMBASS capes

JADE: dave i admit this is a peculiar turn of events, but i think you are overreacting

DAVE: jade this is STUPID

DAVE: my quest is a STUPID PIECE OF GARBAGE QUEST for LAME SHITTY LOSER FUCKHEADS WHO SUCK BALLS WHILE CRAPPING THEIR PANTS

JADE: omg

JADE: youve really spent way too much time alone with karkat havent you

DAVE: ...

DAVE: i need help :(

[selsbrainfarts]

Once again I'm sitting here, like any other evening since the last few weeks.

My mind is racing but empty at the same time.

I feel like theres cotton balls in my skull.

I dont know what to feel anymore.

Is it emptyness?

Solitude?

Grief?

Anger?

Or just a combination of it all, overwhelming me beyong sanity?

I guess thats the one.

I dont know what everything always has to happen at the same time, but it always does.

And every time I wish I could just escape this shithole of a planet.

Escape my fate.

But no matter how far I'd run, it will always be there.

I dont have any solution to this all.

I can just wait and try to numb myself on the weekends.

Yet the numbing never happens, no matter how sensless I drink myself, it donesnt go away.

I need distraction from my private life, yet work is just as crippling as the rest.

It seems like its always me, messing up, being involved, takeing the brunt of anger from everybody.

I know I'm a waste of space, I know I'm slow, I know I'm lazy, I know I'm dumb.

I'm ugly, I'm fat, I'm disgusting.

I know.

I try to just avoid everybody because my heart cant take any more at the moment, but everybody seems to follow me just to take their anger out on me.

The problems I have just keep piling up, I dont even know what to work on first.

I want to visit grandma everyday, i know she doesnt want to die alone, but I cant bare it.

I love her so much and I owe it to her but my heart feels like it tearing out of my ribcage.

Grandpa believes he will die before her and the thought pulls the floor from under me.

I know he has had a lot of health issues lately but I didnt think...

They are my world, my safe place.

I cant bare to think about losing them.

Not so close together, not now, not ever.

But its part of life.

I know.

And all things that would usually distract me from that pain just pain me even more.

Because everything needs to happen at once.

I used to seek comfort in my animals.

But my bunny died this summer and my cat now has dementia and hates me all of a sudden.

Its rare she wants me near her.

I used to talk to my friends, I still do but I cant talk honestly.

Not sober.

And even drunk, its not the whole truth.

Because I dont want to burden anybody when they have just as many problems.

And then I find myself, sitting in the cold rain, listening to them and feeling my heart rip even more.

The words want to come out.

But I wont let them slip.

Pathetically enough, I'm still in love with him.

Despite receiving no interest shown towards me.

Despite him showing clearly how utterly stupid he finds me.

Despite not having exchanged a single word for almost 5 months now.

Despite being told and knowing it would never work.

He likes pretty girls, and I am not that.

He was in love with my best friend and she is the polar opposite of me in terms of appearence.

Its so pathetic but thats quite fitting for me.

I'm stuck in this feeling.

Wishing he'd be here, hug me close and just tell everything will be ok.

But it wont happen.

My mom is as bad as always, makeing me feel awful whenever she can.

Makeing fun of my feelings, destroying my comfidence day by day.

Reminding me that I'm not enough for her.

And I know when she is feeling low again and is deep in her manic depression, I will be the one caring for her.

But whenever I'm low or sick, I get even more attacked and hurt by her.

Because I cant do everything she wants me to.

And my dad?

He was honest to me, confessing he had a mental breakdown or even suffers from burnout.

Because even the one person in my life I counted on, knew was strong crumbles at some point.

The approaching death of my grandma pulls him back to 10 years agon, when his mother died.

And thats what broke the great wall of built up feelings and trauma.

I cant bare to see him so empty, broken and hopeless.

I want to help him so badly, but how does one help another when they cannot even help themselfes?

[imbasic-oppossum]

The next day he didnt look at me much. I stumbled into the kitchen, feeling heavy and sick. He say at his counter, drinking coffee like some thirty year old. I whimpered a croak, and of course he barely spared me a glance.

"There's eggs and toast," he said, nodding his head to a plate that was placed neatly in the center of the counter.

I stared at him, swaying a little. My skull was squeezing my brain, and my eyeballs seemed to be bulging in their sockets. I tried walking to the counter, and nearly toppled over. All my strength had been used to get out of bed. I gripped the cold countertop, blinking. I could hear his soft little sigh. I felt pathetic and silly, and little ripples of dread were creeping in my stomach. I hiccupped.

"Are you ever gonna stop hurting yourself like this?" He asked, his dark eyes sliding over me in that drippy sympathetic way.

In response, I spewed vomit down my T shirt and onto the counter. It was yellowy and tasted like ocean water. I stared at the yellow sludge, and then heaved a sob.

He got up off the stool, setting his mug down with a clink. His hands tugged my ratty hair aside, leading me to the bathroom. He flicked the light on and I was blinded, my head screaming on protest. He made me sit on the toilet seat, and then disappeared. I started crying even harder. Everything felt so useless and horrible, like the world was going to crumble. He's going to leave and never come back. The thought slid through my mind, twisting over and over until it was all that was left. My nose was full of snot, and I was gasping ugly flushed sobs.

He came back with a shirt and towel, his brows pinches, his eyes searching me. Then the sound of rain, no the shower, pouring and splattering against tile. He was lifting my T shirt over my head, carefully folding it in on itself so it didn't contaminate me further. Then my shorts and the rest of my clothes. I stared sullenly at my disgusting body. Rolls of fat, stretch marks coiling over the tight skin of my thighs.

He led me to the shower and I sat, letting the blazing water crash into my back and head. He took the clothes away and my heart jumped. You see? Now hes gone. A horrible whimpering sound exited my lips, and I had to bite back more pathetic crying.

He came back, fluidly and as calm as if he'd done this a million times. He knelt down on my level, pouring some strong, manly smelling soap into his hand and then onto my head. I should've felt afraid of his eyes, of his touch and his judgment. I was too hungover. He had bad acne, I noticed. But no scars, so he probably didn't pick at it. His nose was too pointy, like an elf or a gnome. I smiled a little.

"Glad you find this humourous," he muttered, lifting my arm and letting the water trickle down my body.

I felt a twinge of panic. I was a failure, and I was making this worse. I began to cry again, feeling foolish and pathetic and unable to put a stop to it. he frowned a little, peering into my face.

"What's wrong?" Everything.

"Don't go please," I wailed, like a baby.

The water was turned off, and it was the shortest shower I'd ever had. I felt a blurry confusion as he led me out of the shower and into a towel, and then a T shirt. At least it wasn't vomit covered. He worked so carefully and gently, like a doctor. I knew in my right mind I'd hate it, but at the moment I was happy he was hear. I didn't like sobering up alone, laying on the bathroom floor.

He was pulling me along, my hair dripping onto the back of my shirt. His shirt. He should've wrapped my hair, or dried it. But he didn't know that. So inexperienced. He put me on the couch, and I could hear the TV playing. And then I was sleeping.

I dreamed I was standing on the train tracks, and a white lady was hanging from a tree. Blood was dribbling in thick strings of mucous. I could see her eyes, like beads in a dolls head. My fault my fault my fault.

Screamed, and then I woke up. I hadn't made a sound. Saturday morning had turned into Saturday afternoon. Through the screen door I could see his beautiful back yard, large hedges surrounding the patio, trimmed weekly by his mom.

I say up, my head throbbing dully. A blanket has been tucked around me. I smiled a little. And then I frowned as my sense returned to me. Crying. So much crying. He'd seen me. I felt queazy.

He was sitting across from me, staring at the TV, a plate in his lap. He was eating crackers in peanut butter. Disgusting. He'd seen my fat disgusting self. The messed up marks. The hair. I hated it. I wanted to claw his eyes out.

His eyes flicked towards me, then settled. He smiled a little, peanut butter stuck to the corner of his mouth.

"What am I doing here?" I snapped, hugging myself.

His smile dropped and he looked back down at his plate.

"You were passed out in my car. Your mom would've been pissed..." He shrugged, heat creeping up his neck.

I felt horrible. Why was I like this? I'd brought this on myself. He was my best friend. I would've done the same. Except he wouldn't have passed out in my car. And his mom would've taken care of him far better than me. I looked down at my hands.

"I should call her.."

"Already did," he said, "I told her you were staying at a friend's and your phone was dead."

I nodded, twisting the blanket in my fingers. I didn't know how to apologize. I wouldn't fix anything. I leaned back against the arm of the couch, staring at the ceiling.

"How's your head..?" He asked.

I shrugged.

"About last night... You were talking about the... Ya know. The body."

I closed my eyes. I didn't want to talk about that. He'd hate me more. Maybe even give up on me. Maybe he already had. I turned my head, sending the pain in the back to the side. He was smearing his peanut butter around, chewing his lip.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, my throat feeling thick.

The words felt useless out loud. Sorry didn't do anything. He looked up at me, those eyes so sad.

"You're hurting yourself," he said, his squeaky teenager voice cracking a little.

"Don't," I said, flashing a glare at him. "I know what I'm doing, okay?"

He shoved the plate into the coffee table, making a screech against the wood. I winced. He stood up, too suddenly. I cringed into the couch, my eyes glued to him. He froze. Then he sat, looking a little stunned.

"What's happening to you?" He said, not really asking me. Just throwing out the question.

I looked away. That was the end of the conversation.

[s0apmactav1sh]

Gazalex pt2 yayayaya uhm i havent a clue what to say other than eat up ig (this is my apology for disappearing for 2 months i gen have been working through some serious shit and am back on meds)

-You who wakes up with a killer headache and a need to hurl in some random place. The time doesnt register in your mind when you look at the clock and see 2:19pm meaning youve missed your shift but its ok (gaz already rang and told the barista who tipped them off on your whereabouts that you wouldnt be there) stumbling through the house to find a bathroom you eventually find yourself in one bent over the toilet puking your guts up. The familiar taste of whiskey coming back up.

-Gaz and Alex who cant help but grimace at you getting sick in the upstairs bathroom. With alex deciding to head up to you gaz stays down stairs getting some paractemol and asprine ready for you to take when alex coax you down stairs. Clearly not exppecting alex to come upstairs you look down seeing your still wearing clothes that are your own and not theirs (since the clothes you did wear out were some of your best and the old ladies at the church would kill you if they found out you ruined them)

-Alex who has to convince you your not dying when you start acting as if hes a hallucination. There just being awkwardness as he leads you downstairs and into the kitchen. A waft of bacon, eggs amd sausage hitting you right as you step in and your stomach growling over how hungry you are. Gaz being kind enough to hand over the asprine and water so the pounding headache you woke up with could be cured.

-neither of them knowing how to bring up your drunken confession without scaring you out and away from them altogether. But they dont need to because as soon as you realise this wasnt your place it was in fact theirs it all hits you and every drunken word that spilled from your mouth hits you like a ton of bricks. Cue you frantically apologizing and promising that all that was said in the car ride was jusy a bunch of nonsence and that you were just feeling lonely.

-both of them finding some relief in that but also taking note of the small bit of hurt that also hits them. Maybe you didnt like them back and it was silly of them to assume? All three of you standing in the kitchen just staring at one ajother before you give in and make the bold claim that it wasnt nonsense just really sober thoughts in the form of drunk words because you didnt know hoew to tell them any other way.

-your confessin oractically hanging in the air for a few moments before Alex is grinning from cheek to cheek and rushing over to hug you, just glad that their feelings were returned and they didnt seem like idiots for feeling the way they did. Gaz feeling a lot more confused over whether you meant or not but soon that confusion is washed away by Alex pulling him into the hug aswell because why leave him out when theres more than enough room for the three of you to hug

- the next day in work, watching as one of the old ladies grumbles as she hands over a 50 dollar bill on top of the money she already paid for her drink to your coworker who grins cheekily at you. The sight of hickeys covering your entire neck being the tell tale sign that you finally manned up and told them

Theres so much missing from this but i jeed to get back to writing because its been awhile anyways

Smut nect? For this maybe (defo already have a draft in progress for the threesome Reader does top both of them bevause we all know gaz and alexs are bottoms <3)

Time to write gazalex x mreader. Except its shortened cuz tumblr loves eating my drafts. So heres something short and sweet before I disappear of the eart again.

-Gazalex who become the most loved couple in the small town they moved to after retiring from the military and getting married. The two being labelled as the sweetest around by all the old ladies and labelled great help by all the old men aswell.

-You. Who seems to be the only other younger guy around in the town and who just happens to work and own the down town cafe that the two frequent nearly everyday. Of course you gawk at the two of them the moment the enter the door but the little light in your eyes dies as soon as you see the golden wedding bands around each of there fingers.

-Them who become completely infatuated with how sweet and excited you seem to be while behind a bar helping out an old woman who was trying to figure out what to have with her tea. Its obvious to the both of them that your sweet but then the hard part hits them, trying to figure out whether your single or not.

- Them who spends all day trying to find something that had your social media based off of just your name from your name tag. Of course when that goes south they resort to using the cafes name and find a small social media plug that leads them right to your page and of course you barely have anything up other than an old photo from 3 years ago.

- Alex is the one who takes the lead and follows you first seeing if you would follow back and in a matter of minutes you had accepted his follow so Gaz happily followed you afterwards hoping for the same response which he got.

- It didnt take long for all of you to become great friends and then the problems arose of you have feelings for the two of them but ofc with them being married it had your stomach twisting since you didnt want to ruin anything. And so you began avoiding them. Cancelling on plans last minute, avoiding serving them when they came into the cafe and even stopped replying to them when theyd message you.

- Both Gaz and Alex were confused over what was happening. They both liked you and had talked about it but maybe you didnt like them? It wasnt until one of the other baristas at the cafe called them and let them know where you were sulking one evening. An old pub that wasnt too far down. They werent expecting to see a drunk you so soon. Head dropped down with an empty pint glass in front of you.

- Going over to you, they take a seat on either side of you before Alex calls over the bartender and pays your tab so they could get you up and outta there with no other questions. Of course your fairly confused on whos bringing you away but when you see who it is you try moving away from their car not wanting to go with them. Cue you arguing with them outside of the pub gathering the attention of several people who were on going into it or outside it smoking.

- It takes them a few minutes but there able to get you into the car before your drunkingly confessing to the two of them telling them how you feel and how you know they dont feel the same because their already married. And the two just cant help but start laughing, over how a many as fit and fine as yourself would think theyd ever reject you. But then again you were drunk and half passed out.

- Not wanting to disturb your apartment neighbours they brought you back to theirs leading you into the guest bedroom where you feel asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow giving them no time to talk to you. Of course what they would be talking to you about did require you being sober.

Pt 2??

Im in desperate need of sleep. And I have to deal with seeing more family over the next few days so writing will be to the minimum but hoping to come out with pt 2 of traitor au and maybe more smut.

[cutetehe]

Royals react to male mc accidentally wearing a boob window shirt

This is what a boob window shirt looks like:

The story is gonna be a lil different(also read the story yall don’t understand how hard I think to come up with these)

Mc was staying the night at Diavolo castle because Diavolo asked if you wanted to have a sleepover with him. Barbatos looked like he also wanted you to stay the night so how could you say no!

Anyways after a long night of drinking with barbatos and Diavolo, Barbatos reminds Diavolo about the present

“Diavolo, might wanna give mc the present before he falls asleep” Barbatos reminds Diavolo

“Oh right! Barbatos could you be so kind to get it?” Diavolo asks and Barbatos nods and leaves the room

“So what’s the present?” Mc asks while drinking the demonus

“It’s a secret!” Barbatos comes in and hands you the shirt, folded.

“Oh a shirt- I think” Mc didn’t think anything of it

“Can you try it on? I wanna see if I got the right size for you” Diavolo asks

“oh sure, lemme go change” Mc stumbled to his room. Thanks to the demonus and him staying up way past than he usually he does he’s living off of one brain cell

“how do I put on this death trap” Mc mumbles while struggling to put on the shirt

After ten minutes Mc figured out how to put on the shirt. Honestly he should’ve suspected or at least thought on why the shirt took TEN MINUTES to put on but then again- he’s living on one brain cell

Mc walks out to the place where barbatos and Diavolo were and walks in, and immediately after walking in Diavolo and Barbatos look…flustered? Damn this shirt must be real good-

“Y..*ahem* your uh- shirt is a little…. Revealing” Barbatos says while looking flushed meanwhile Diavolo was frozen

“oh” mc says deadpanned

DIAVOLO!!!

“Wait a minute… IS THAT WHAT I BOUGHT??” Diavolo thought in his head

He was in the middle of drinking his demonus and then you came out he puts the demonus down, he just thinks he’s drunk till he sees barbatos reaction

Didn’t know if he should cover his eyes or get you something to cover yourself with-

He’s not sure if he’s allowed to look- you don’t look bothered but he’s still not gonna look

sorta he’s gonna get a glimpse to make sure he isn’t drunk

After barbatos pointed out your shirt Mc seems chill so he assumes you aren’t embarrassed

..or just drunk and drowsy so he still on edge about looking

he doesn’t know why he’s acting so flustered- after all he sorta wears the same thing in his demon form

After thinking that he questions if this is how people who never saw his demon form react to his demon form

after he is unfrozen he’s apologetic

“IM SO SORRY I DIDNT EXPECT IT TO BE LIKE THAT” Diavolo apologizes over and over

“It’s okay! I sorta like and you seemed to too” Mc smiles knowing damn well he doesn’t even remember his reaction

Diavolo is so flustered but still takes mc to bed cause he seems tired

Gave you some of his clothes and sent you to the guest room

“….”

“we aren’t going to talk about tonight, are we?” Diavolo hoped Barbatos would agree

“no we are- how did you accidentally give someone a WINDOW SHIRT??” Barbatos asks

“Can I still keep the shirt?” Mc says stumbling into the room

“Mc go to bed- you can choose after you are sober” Barbatos takes mc to bed

After Barbatos comes back Diavolo knew he was going to get a longgg scolding

The next day comes and Mc is WEARING THE SHIRT AGAIN

“Hey Diavolo!” Mc waved towards Diavolo

“…hi” Diavolo looks away, still not knowing if he’s allowed to look

Mc tries to compose his laughter the best he can

“You don’t have to be so modest, you can look if you want” Mc snickers

Diavolo is more at ease now that he can look

Once in awhile he’ll get flustered but that’s just him blushing but everything else is normal

barbatos

he’s trying to seem calm

but he didn’t expect you to walk out with your…chest out

Looked around for anything to cover you up with

He just takes off his jacket and puts it on you

“Y..*ahem* your uh- shirt is a little…. Revealing” Barbatos mumbled

“Oh” Mc looked a little flushed but that’s probably cause of the demonus

“thanks barbatos” Mc mumbles

Mc didn’t look like he was in a rush to change though

“uh mc, are you okay?” Barbatos asks

“Yeah just tired” Mc yawned

“that’s probably why he isn’t embarrassed” Barbatos thought before taking you to bed

“Please get some sleep” Barbatos says while getting some clothes for you

Mc talks about the human world while barbatos tries to find clothes for you

After Barbatos got you some clothes you STARTED CHANGING IN FRONT OF HIM

“Mc- wait till I get out the room” Barbatos quickly spins around to give to privacy

“I trust you” Mc says while putting on a shirt

Barbatos smiled when you said that

“Hey are you smiling?” Mc asks standing closer to Barbatos

Barbatos was questioning on lying to you or not but he knew you would’t remember when you wake up so…

“Yeah, I love you” Barbatos leaves the room

Mc is now left in a room by himself and HAD BARBATOS TELL HIM HE LOVED HIM

Tried to stay up to make sure he would remember Barbatos but then succumbed to your tiredness

Barbatos wakes you up

“I got you breakfast” Barbatos had his usual facial expression

“Thank you! By the way-” Mc was a little embarrassed

“I love you too” Mc smiles while eating some of Barbatos food

Barbatos is trying to keep his casual face on but he’s dying inside

“Go for it Barbatos!!” Diavolo whispers to Barbatos from outside the room

“What are you doing in here-“ Barbatos already knew why, it was to cheer him on because Diavolo heard Barbatos and Mc conversation

“Oh hi Diavolo!” Mc smiles

Barbatos decides to bail and leaves the room

Ngl I could move done better but I didn’t post anything today so I felt like I should’ve posted SOMETHING,

please give me request if you want me to write anything!