#hiii i'm rose sorry this took forever!

[katgallo]

(KRISTINE FROSETH JOY, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER) Oh, is that KATERINA GALLO? I heard the TWENTY-SIX year old is VIVACIOUS. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also FOOLHARDY. Makes sense seeing how they are a CLEAN civilian who works as a DANCER AT SEDUCTION.

full name: katerina cecelia gallo

nicknames: kat, kitty, kit-kat

age: 26

dob: june 17

zodiac: gemini

hometown: manhattan, nyc

occupation: dancer at seduction strip club

gender: cis woman

sexuality: heterosexual

parents: vincenzo & isabella gallo

siblings: grace gallo, griffin gallo, jordan gallo

gang affiliation: none

background

tw: substance abuse, alcohol, underage drinking, drugs

katerina gallo was born before her mother even had a chance to recover fully from twin boys. kat was a difficult pregnancy, a fussy baby. she feels like her parents never really liked her; never wanted her. they had their eldest daughter and twin heirs by the time she came along. where did she fit in?

she was a precocious child. hyper. talkative. loud…literally no volume control. she was sensitive. a family that didn’t bat an eye at bloodshed. and then there was kat, refusing to kill a spider. she marched to her own beat. and boy was she talkative; a neverending stream of consciousness. a compulsive oversharer in a crime family? not ideal.

her parents essentially ignored her, only really acknowledging her to shush her or yell at her for embarrassing them. for talking too much or not getting good grades.

she felt a lack of love and acceptance at home so she sought it out elsewhere. the attention-starved girl was desperate for belonging and validation. she had a near-pathological need to fit in. to be liked. loved even. she was a textbook people pleaser and a follower, not assertive like one would expect of a gallo. she was surprisingly nice, really just wanting friends.

despite the lack of parental acceptance, katerina grew up doused in privilege. she was a private school girl who wanted for nothing materially. more than anything, though, she just wanted to be loved. which is why she was constantly putting on a show for others, always a social butterfly, always endearing and popular.

one of the first girls in her grade to wear makeup and hiked up her uniform skirt so high that the headmaster called home about it. she lived for the attention. she was never afraid to go into a closet with a boy to play 7 minutes in heaven. it felt like love. she quickly gained a reputation for being “fast” as she got older, but she just rolled with it and let a lot of shitty boys come and go from her life. she became a partier, using drinking and drugs to escape from reality. to have fun. to fit in. nothing the other rich kids weren't doing, but it was certainly not the behavior of a gallo. still, her parents didn't send her away. they just continued to ignore her, push her to the side and look at her with shame. they didn't even seem to even have hopes for her. like she was nothing to them.

at eighteen, kat impulsively ran away. for a bit, she lived out of hotels. always booked the cheapest room but she’d buy her own sheets from the local bed bath and beyond because she is a rich girl at heart. more often than not, she’d find someone at a bar to go home with just to have a comfy bed and warm shower. she’d steal their food. literally steal from their fridge. it was all very…not glamorous. which is why she returned home.

after her little independence stint, she struggled to find her way in this city. she was never meant for her family’s lifestyle and business. but she was never particularly academic. not driven or ambitious. she did , however, like the feeling of all eyes on her. and so she ended up with a job at seduction.

personality

+ endearing, kind-hearted, vivacious, loquacious, fun-loving, agreeable, good-listener, sociable, nonjudgmental

- attention-seeking, clingy, foolhardy, vacuous, mercurial, unctuous, impulsive, reckless, hedonistic, uncouth

chaotic good. despite her upbringing and the violence in the city, she still wakes up every morning and relentlessly chooses to see the good in others.

believes in being kinder than necessary. she knows what it's like to feel alone so she doesn’t want others to feel that way. as such, she’s a great listener. you could talk about yourself for 3 hours straight and she’d let you.

presents as very ostentatious and shameless...i mean, she's a stripper. she's not exactly modest or shy. but people are surprised to find a bubbly and sweet girl beneath the body glitter and makeup.

feeds stray cats religiously. doesn’t kill bugs. grows her own herbs and mushrooms.

she is incredibly impulsive and short-sighted. she gives the people that love her a run for their money. like, she doesn’t think twice about accepting an offer to go to a random party in the worst part of the city with some guy she barely knows. girl lacks judgment sometimes. her last name offers her a certain level of protection and thank god for that.

she’s not involved in the gang but she works at seduction and she’s a gallo. so despite being clean technically, she’s not oblivious to the gangs and underworld of the city. she just doesn’t want a part of it despite being born into it.

wanted

[belphies-cuhm-sluht]

hiii, can I request an angst fic with beelzebub being so in love with the MC but they died of old age and later on reincarnated as a demon but with the same exact looks? MC doesn't remember anything from their past life and beelzebub is trying so hard to get close to them again but the MC just won't budge like at all!! poor baby boy but I need my daily dose of angst; sad ending or happy ending I'm leaving it up to you, thank you!!

Take Me Back To The Start (Beelzebub x GN!Reader Angst)

Endings, they were everywhere. Everything had to end at some point, it was like the golden rule. Movies, novels, roads… lives. Every single thing needed to end, but he didn’t want this to end. You had promised him forever, and he held onto that promise as tightly as he could, but as the days passed he watched the light slowly fade from your eyes, the color draining from your skin as it began to wrinkle, your hair turning a beautiful silver, because even in old age, you were still the most beautiful being he’s ever laid his eyes on. You were the only person he had ever allowed himself to love, and even now, as he sat beside your bed, it was as if his heart was only beating for you, and at times like this, he wishes his heart could really beat for yours. It was as if he could see the last little bit of life you had leaving your body with every shallow breath you took, your heart beating slower as death carefully crept up on you, trying to take you away from him, yet, you were still smiling up at him. “You can’t leave me… you promised me forever…” He was strong in almost every definition of the word, but he wasn’t strong enough for this. Was one loss not enough, did he really have to go through it again? What was the point of everything? Of him falling in love with you if you were just going to leave him? He knew it wasn’t your fault, but… it just didn’t make sense. 

The feeling of your hand weakly squeezing his brought him back to reality, and he blinked away the tears that had unbeknownst to him started forming in his eyes, and when you opened your mouth to speak he really wished you wouldn’t. You were using too much of your energy, and you didn’t have much left. If you could just hold on for a little longer, maybe Lucifer… or Satan… they could find something to keep you from dying, to keep you from leaving him. “I did… and… it was forever… my forever… my whole life… I spent with you… and I can die happy… knowing that you… were my forever…” Your chest rose and fell quickly, and he could tell this was it, this was the ending that he had tried so hard to avoid, but had known was coming all along. The tears finally fell as his head dropped against the bed, his body shaking as he silently wept over your lifeless body. 

Weeks passed and he still hadn’t moved from the spot, not even his hunger, which had grown painful could get him to budge. Your body had long since been removed, and, out of respect for him, was buried in the garden behind the house. He hadn’t visited the sight of your burial yet, not allowing himself to come to terms with the loss yet, it was just too much. Your words played over and over in his mind, but he couldn’t cry anymore. There were no tears left the cry, and the only sounds any of the brothers had heard from him were choked off sobs. 

“I can’t take it anymore. I’m not gonna sit back and watch you starve and destroy yourself. You need to get up. I’m not telling you to move on… but… I’m not letting you sit in this room anymore. You need to get out. You need to do something.” Belphies hand on his shoulder did nothing to comfort him, and he’d rather just stay here and wallow in his own sadness for a little longer. The bed and it’s sheets were the last piece of you he had, they smelled like you, and he wanted to hold onto that for a little longer. “Beel, come on. You know they wouldn’t want you to be like this.” He hated that saying, not just because it was said so often whenever there was a death, but also because it was true. You hated seeing him sad, and you had often helped him through times when he’d be down on himself about Lilith, but who would be there to help him now? He looked up at Belphie, his eyes burning from the light of the room, but he could see the sadness in his brother’s eyes, and he was the cause of that sadness. It didn’t sit right with him. “Alright…” Was all he could say as he pushed himself out of the chair, finally feeling the ache in his back from slouching over your death bed for so long. He nodded to his brother, it was time. Time to move forward, but never move on. He had promised you forever, and his heart still belonged to you no matter where you were. 

Months passed, and he was finally beginning to feel normal again, although there was the constant dull ache in his heart where it was left empty, you had taken that piece with you, and he hoped that you were holding it close. “I’m going to the gym!” It was the first time he had said it since you had died, and the smiles that filled the room when his brothers heard him say it, it almost made him feel bad for mourning you so long, for worrying them. He would try his best, not just for you, but for his brothers too. 

The streets were filled, just as they always were, but he saw no faces… none… except… “Y/N!” He could have spotted you in any crowd, and the way your head lifted when you heard your name… it was you. Not just you… but the you that he had fallen in love with so long ago. You were youthful, your eyes bright again, you were… here? He didn’t have time to question it, his legs carrying him forward, closer to you until you were finally in his arms again. He breathed in your scent, so familiar, you were back, and it felt like his life was finally complete again. “H-Hi? Do I know you?” Your voice was so sweet, but your words hit him like a million knives. Had you really forgotten everything? “It’s me… Beelzebub… Beel?” Father, please… please let you remember. Your head cocked to the side as you smiled apologetically up at him, shrugging your shoulders. “I’m sorry… I think you have the wrong person.” 

The wrong person?! No… No, you had to know that wasn’t the case. He knew your name, you looked up, you knew he was calling for you. He had lost you once, and he refuses to lose you again. He’ll make you remember, he has to. Now that you’re back, he can’t just let you go. “You don’t-” You bit your lip, the way you always did when you were about to tell him something that you were so sure would upset him. He never got upset with you before though. “Look… I’m really sorry… Beel, did you say it was? I have to go. I’m gonna be late.” You brushed past him, and for once, the words that came after that lip bite upset him more than you’d ever know. 

“W-Wait…” But you were already gone, and he felt more empty than he had before. Here you were, the love of his life, and you didn’t even know him. This was worse than losing you, this was worse than you dying. He couldn’t let this happen, he had to make you remember, and if not that, he at least had to make you fall in love with him again. 

The gym, you worked at the gym, and part of him wondered if that was just a residual memory that you held onto, that a part of you remembered going there with him. He could only hope that was the case, because this just made it easier for him, well… as easy it could possibly be for someone going through what he was. He didn’t want to scare you or creep you out, and it probably seemed like he was following you, but, he told his brothers that he was heading to the gym, and he’s not a liar. “Oh… it’s you again!” Your smile was just as beautiful as before, and he wanted nothing more than to reach out and cup your cheek, to feel your lips pulled up at the corners while he kissed you, but he couldn’t. He knew he couldn’t, so he just nodded, laughing nervously. “Yeah… I was heading to the gym earlier when I saw you…” He blushed softly, shaking his head. “I’m sorry for scaring you earlier… you just… look like someone I used to know…” 

“No, it’s alright. Those things happen. It’s so weird, because I feel like I’ve seen you before, but I know I haven’t… I mean… I just got here.” Hearing that you feel like you’ve seen him before, it gives him hope. Maybe he can actually get you to remember. He’ll go to the gym every day that you’re working and try to get closer to you, then he can go from there. 

Days turned to weeks, and weeks to months, and he never gave up. He would never give up on you, but it was only getting harder for him. Every single day was like the one before, and you were no closer to remembering him than you were the first time he saw you again. 

“You know… sometimes I feel like I’ve known you my whole life. It’s the strangest thing.” He had managed to get your phone number, and he’d talk to you almost all night about the randomest things, and some nights it would feel almost normal, like it was before, but then you’d say things like that and the feeling of loss would wash through him again. You were you, you were here, but you weren’t his. Not the way you were before. “Yeah, no… I know that feeling…” He mumbled back into the phone, turning his head to look at his brother. Belphie had been there for him the entire time, and Belphie was the only one who knew right now that, in a way, you were back. This whole thing had taken its toll on his twin, and even he was hoping that at some point, by some miracle, you’d wake up and remember and then Beel can go back to being his happy go lucky, hungry, and full of love self again. 

The call ended, and just like every night after a phone call, Beel would lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling and fighting back tears. “It’s just… it’s not the same Belphie… I’m trying. I don’t know what else to do.” He covered his face with his hands, shaking his head quickly before rolling over completely and facing his twin. “I can’t just go on… not when Y/N is right here… how could they forget?” It’s a question that he asks himself often, especially when he sees you. But he feels like he knows the answer, and he hates that he could possibly be right. Father… this was done to make him suffer. You were sent back, not because you deserved to be down here, even he himself knew you belonged in a better place than this… but you were sent here to punish him, to torture him… and he hates it. 

“Don’t you have pictures together? I know they took a bunch… you have them hidden away, and I know you don’t like to pull them out… but maybe… maybe if you show them…” Belphies words brought him back to reality, and he was right. Why hadn’t he thought of that himself? There were so many pictures, and he kept them in a little shoe box under his bed… although Belphie shouldn’t know about them… he’s kind of glad that he does. “Right… you’re right…” He took a deep breath, and he actually felt himself smile, it had been so long since he had, but this could be it. He couldn’t finally have you back. 

Getting you over to the house was a lot easier than he thought, and he had everything prepared. All of his brothers knew to stay out of the way, and even they were hoping that this would work so they could have their brother back, the way that he used to be. The shoe box was laid out on the coffee table in the sitting room and he led you over to the couch. His hands were shaking, he was completely on edge. “Hey… what’s wrong?” You laughed softly, reaching out to pat his hands which were placed on his lap, his knee bouncing as he tried to prepare himself for what he was about to do. “Nothing… I just… I have something to show you.” He swallowed thickly, letting out the breath that he was holding as he reached out to pull the lid off the shoe box. “Did you get me new shoes?” You joked, and he would have laughed if this wasn’t so serious, but all he could do was shake his head, reaching in the box to pull out the stack of pictures. 

You eyed the pictures suspiciously, but you couldn’t see them, not yet. He held them close to his chest, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried not to cry. The pictures were the only living proof that you had once been his, that you had once loved him. Images of you curled up on his chest, or of him kissing you… you always hated those ones, saying that you didn’t look good in them because you weren’t ready… but you always looked beautiful to him. Even now, as you sat in front of him, absolutely clueless as to what was going on. “These… I wanted to show you these. They’re all I have, and they’re really important to me. I loved… I still do… the person in all these pictures. They mean everything to me, and so much more… and… you’re my… friend… so I want you to see them.” 

His hands were shaky as he handed you the pictures, his eyes trained on your face as you looked through them. Confusion, to shock, then back to confusion… disbelief, he watched all these emotions as they crossed your face while you flipped through all the pictures. Your breaths came out quickly, and it almost seemed like you were trying to remember for yourself, your eyes squeezing shut, only to open again and look back at the pictures, shaking your head. Finally you handed them back, running your hands over your face before looking at him, and it almost looked like you were going to cry. “Y/N…” 

“How?”