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happyk44 · 1 year ago

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[A little brother-sister Fluff and anxiety, because I'm a weakling].

She didn't know why she was doing it and didn't understand.

In fact, she didn't want an understanding of her behavior.

she didn't understand why on rare cold nights she wrapped Percy with a specially stolen warm blanket for him.

And she sat for a long time before going to bed and looked at his peaceful but lively face, unlike hers.

She didn't know why she was looking for more money or giving her own when Percy didn't have enough for exactly the burger he wanted, although she needed to remove the hunger.

"good sister" said faceless sympathizers.

She didn't care.

She didn't know why when Percy's hair grew, she stole combs and hairpins and braided his braid.

a normal person could say that Percy turned out to be very cute with a thin braid falling on his shoulder and hairpins in the form of starfish — she could say that he looked like an abandoned porcelain doll.

She didn't know why when Percy had another incoherent, but terrible nightmare, instead of the usual brief look and return to sleep, she hugged him to her — people called it hugs.

she pressed him into herself and put his head on her chest, and his torso was between her legs.

Percy stared at her with wide-open eyes, salt flowed down his cheek and he sniffed and buried his face in her neck, his body pressed tightly against her.

the pose their sleep was strange — she was half-sitting, half-lying, Percy curled up half-foetus on her, laying his head on her chest and drooling.

That night Percy still shuddered and moaned fearfully in his sleep, for some reason she ran her fingers through his hair and cheeks.

He calmed down and even smiled a little in his sleep.

his skin and hair were soft and slightly damp, for some reason she wanted to touch them.

"Caring", her mother had told her, "when you love someone or at least feel sympathy for him, you do small or big and pleasant things for him".

She frowned trying to understand this concept.

"Is it like you told Aunt Monica that I would be silent and not talk to her sons because I want it?".

"yes honey".

"I only want to take care of you".

"Her mother smiled at her."I will ask your father that when I am gone, you have another person you would like to take care of."

Her mother knelt down and hugged her.

Caring is a strange and incomprehensible thing for her, but what she does for Percy is exactly what it looks like.

Percy — her little brother and he belongs to her.

most likely their meetings were not accidental and Neptune, remembering her mother's prayers, gave it to her.

she has already softened him and made him pliable in her hands — he is no longer squeamish about himself.

But she will need to let him go, let him go to Jupiter's camp because she knows that something more than her is waiting for him.

It's good that she knows how to do what she doesn't want...

This is soooooooo cute!!

I mean yeah! Just because someone has SzPD or vibes close enough to it but doesn't quite hit the criteria doesn't mean they're without affection or positive emotions. Honestly you're giving me so much inspo 😂

I'm gonna go w/ Coral as a name for my version of this character (obvi ours aren't like one-to-one same, but you can use Coral too if you'd like, I just picked it at random yesterday when I finished writing that other fic and realized I should probably give her a name lmao)

Despite what others said, she wasn't a psychopath. It was an insult she heard more than most people probably did until the night she grabbed her things and left the group. The kids in school, a couple of older cousins, an aunt. Even a couple of the Wolf House kids had muttered it in her direction. Others probably said it too. Behind her back when she wasn't aware.

The first time someone called her that she asked her mother what it meant. She was seven. Her cousin had hurt himself. She didn't know how, but there he was crying in the hallway as she left the bathroom with damp hands. There were no obvious signs of injury. He wasn't bleeding, no bones were broken. All that was wrong was his tears and his clinging grip to his leg.

So she carried on to the kitchen because she was hungry and wanted something to eat.

Eventually her aunt went looking for her son, and found the blubbering mess he was. Coral didn't know what was said. But whatever was, it had her aunt come barreling into the kitchen, spitting vitriol and expletives while Coral held a glass of water and cookie in either hand.

It was a confusing event. He wasn't dying. Why did she need to make him feel better? Why did she need to go get an adult from where they were all congregated outside? She didn't want to talk to anyone.

As she always had, her mother came roaring to her defense in seconds. There had been a contested yelling match - screams from her aunt, moderated but loud tone from her mother. They went home shortly after. Her mother's first thing when they arrived home was to pull out the dictionary. Aloud she had read out the definition of psychopath. Then, as always, gave a couple general examples that had Coral confused over why her aunt would call her that.

Flipping back the pages, she said, You are not a psychopath, guppy. You just don't have empathy. She read aloud the definition of empathy. Once finished, she pressed both hands against the table on either side of the book. Not everyone can easily put themselves in other people's shoes. I have trouble with it. Your father can't do it at all. People like us have to focus on sympathy and compassion.

Both words were explained to her. Compassion was the one that had stumped her. She knew her cousin was upset. He was crying. Crying usually meant someone was sad or hurt. She understood that, was sympathetic to it. But she was hungry and he wasn't bleeding, so his tears didn't matter. Why did she have to stop and give him a hug over something that didn't matter?

I wasn't feeling well last week, her mother had said. But I wasn't dying. I wasn't bleeding. I wasn't throwing up. You still made me soup.

Coral considered that. How she'd stood on a footstool in front of the stove, opening a can of soup into a pot. Then carrying the pot at a snail's pace to where her mother was resting. She'd laughed at the time, before thanking Coral and telling her not to use the stove without permission.

But she had been stuffed up with a small cold. And Coral knew that people were supposed to eat chicken noodle soup when they weren't feeling well. It was what her mother did for her. It was on the TV in shows and commercials.

I care about you, she said. Should I pretend other people are you so I can care about them?

Her mother had laughed. No, guppy. I don't think that would work for you. You've never been good at that kind of visualization. But you know how it works, yes? When a child cries, their family hugs them and reassures them that they are safe. When a person is injured, you call an ambulance and try to help until it arrives. When someone is cold, you offer warmth.

Scripts, Coral said. She understood social scripts, even if she didn't get them. Niceties. Saying hello to people as you pass them by, holding the door open when someone is following you out, sharing the toys at school or on the playground.

Listening to your little brother as he tells you about the things he went through in the weeks after your farewell.

When he'd first flagged her down, there was an obvious change in him. However, it was hidden behind a fragile mask. It had been months since they last spoke. He followed her to the closest park. Settling down on the grass felt reminiscent of their last day together months ago. Bag of food between them, sun shining above, and a sense of things to come.

He'd laughed as he told her, Oh, I'm the son of Poseidon actually.

While she had never thought about it before, it wasn't a surprise. The world was a big place. Why would the Roman pantheon be the only ones out there?

As Percy explained things, she pieced together a separate understanding.

She had wanted him to embrace the storm he so clearly kept at bay. There was nothing to fear from a hurricane. A typhoon. A tsunami. He just needed to let go of that worry. But there were signs that he couldn't. That emotion was an important part of the storm. Something she couldn't comprehend.

Now it clicked. The old adages - the sea is loving, the sea is hateful, the sea is angry, the sea is calm. For him, the ocean was an emotional entity. Where Neptune was apathetic, Poseidon was passionate. That passion carried down to Percy, as apathy carried down to her, and left him needing emotion to generate the storm.

It made sense.

The Greeks prioritized Poseidon more than the Romans did. Fisherman, casual sailors, navies, those who lived too close to the coast - they'd see the sea differently than the Romans, who really only encountered the sea for conquest purposes.

In Rome the ocean didn't care about you, because they didn't care much about it. But in Greece prayers to Poseidon were likely made often - clear seas, plentiful fish, no sea monsters. Storms and destruction meant he was angry. Gentle tides and full nets meant he was happy. There was meaning to the way his waves crashed against the rocks.

Just as there was meaning to the way Percy pulled at the skin on his wrist. As he spoke, turning tide to what had happened after she left, his gaze cut far away from her. Haggard down and tired, his voice pulled out of him with a low rasp. Every word was clipped of detail. Trimmed down to the barest bones.

It wasn't for her benefit. He was sticking to the shallows for his own. Traumas slept in the depths. He wanted to stay surfaced with only the lap of it against their feet.

Silence poked its head up between them after he finished with bitten off words about his suicide attempt and how he was staying elsewhere, hiding from gods. Ah, she thought. That's why he had come to her.

His question cut the background noise. "How do you do it?" She cocked her head. "Just. Not feel." He pressed his hand to his chest. "I'm so tired of feeling everything all the time."

She opened her mouth to answer. Then paused. Her breath held frozen in her throat. Slowly she let it out and shook her head. "I don't feel. I've always been empty." She tilted her head, caught his sea-green eyes. "I thought you knew that."

He chewed on his lower lip before answering. "Yeah." He turned away to face the the rest of the park, staring with a vague and distant look. "I just. I thought..."

As his voice faded away, his gaze dipped down to his hands. One was tightly gripped to his drink. The other lied flat on his thighs. He twitched it. Trying to remember he was real.

She turned away. The grass was swaying gently in the low breeze. There were little kids running around. One tripped over their stubby legs and fell. Their friends shrieked and ran over to check on them. Internally she knew she should feel something for that kid, feel something over the events. But only empty indifference pumped through her heart.

"Not feelings things isn't all its cracked up to be," she said. "I know when one brand tastes better than another, but there's no joy to create a preference." She gestured loosely. "Even swimming - I never got excited at the idea of it. My mother knew I enjoyed going out into the ocean. But I felt nothing about it. I still don't."

Quiet curiousity passed through Percy's eyes. "You don't feel settled?"

"I don't feel anything." She turned back to the front. The kids were now chasing each other again. The child who fell was laughing, the sound of their voice carrying faintly over. "If anything is there, it's shipwrecked and buried deep."

She picked up a few french fries from the bag between them. After eating, she licked the salt from her fingers. "Not feeling won't stop you from getting hurt," she added. "But it will stop you from keeping your Annabeth." He lit up briefly at the sound of her name. "People don't like being friends with robots."

He snorted. "I know a guy who'd disagree with you on that." He pulled his drink out and peeled the leftover paper from the top of the straw. "Besides, haven't you seen any movies? Lots of people have robot friends."

"Those robots are human," she said. "They're just made of mechanics." She considered another french fry. "The ones that aren't human want to be. They don't feel but they learn what it is to feel. To dream. To care. They are not empty or devoid. That's why those characters have robot friends. And it's why I don't have any."

The paper rolled between his fingertips. "And that doesn't bother you?"

She held her hand out for the paper. It rolled off his thumb and onto her palm. "No." She stared at the little white ball. "It doesn't."

There were a few trial friendships through her life. But either the classification of "friend" didn't suit them to how she knew friends were supposed to be or they were bothersome and she told them outright, flatly, to leave her alone because they were annoying.

Her openness tended to get her sent to the principal's office. Or the counselor. Who, often, wound up sending her to the principal's office.

When the wolves took her away, she was pleased it wasn't a group of people trying to drag her along. Animals were always pleasant to be around. She liked their elderly cat, a black and white girl, who spent most of her time napping wherever she fell over. If she crawled into Coral's lap for a nap, Coral was never bothered by it. The same went for the wolves when they nipped and nudged her into warm wolf piles.

Wolves were pack animals though. With that understanding, the Wolf House was unwanted. Would she have no choice but to befriend someone? To make the bonds that slipped off her like soap before? Was she willing to try? Would it work out for her this time? Or would she just be gritting her teeth and trying to get through the training before making her escape?

There were social aspects at the Wolf House. Teamwork was emphasized. Coral was decent at teamwork. She didn't quite understand what the point of it was - protect the pack and all that. She'd asked Lupa once. The wolf goddess' answer didn't make sense, and she rebuffed her when Coral told her so.

It's been so long, I forgot, she'd said so loud in Coral's head. Children of the sea do not understand the purpose of the pack. Run along, pup.

I'm a guppy, Coral said aloud. I would be called a fry, not a pup.

Lupa growled. The warning was obvious, though Coral didn't know why it was being given. The growl faded out slow. All the while Coral stared deep into black eyes, unbothered and unafraid. In the back of her mind, she had the sense that she was supposed to be. That Lupa was a creature to fear. The other kids trembled when she stalked by. The wolves bowed their heads to her.

Coral never did. She found no reason to.

The final social aspect of the Wolf House was the journey to Camp Jupiter. It was awful.

From hour one of their venture, she'd become exhausted by the people she was with. The only exception was the Mors' girl. She was chattier than expected out of a child of death itself, but she was not intrusive. Where the others moaned about every little problem that came their way, she was more anecdotal. The few times she vented Coral didn't find herself winded by any of the words.

"Friendship isn't something I've ever needed," she said. "But you like your Annabeth. You need feelings to like her. And to like the other people I'm sure you have who are important to you.."

"Yeah," Percy said. His straw bounced against his lower lip. "Grover." A gentle smile tugged at the edge of his lips. "And my mom. She's great."

Coral nodded. "My mother's good too. I think she's the only person who loves me. And I didn't mind being around her before I left home." She glanced over at a dog jogging alongside their owner, then cut her eyes to Percy. "But I don't miss her."

He went stiff, eyes widening just a smidge. His grip on his drink tightened.

She leaned back on her hands. "I don't even know if I love her. I don't know what love is." She shrugged. "It's an intensity I don't have the capacity to experience."

Rumination slipped across his face. He sipped from his drink. She turned away The kids were now chasing each other again. The child who fell was laughing, the sound of their voice carrying faintly over.

When his sips turned into trying to drink the leftover ice through his straw, he said, "I can't imagine not loving my mom." There was a quiet grain in his voice. Not quite pity. An internal stress at the thought. A fearful possiblity. He popped the lid off his drink and shook the ice inside. "Or not being sure that I did."

She reached over and pressed the side of his cup with the tip of her forefinger. The sensation of rapid melting tickled against her palm. Once all that was left in his cup was cold water mixing with the soda he picked, she pulled away.

"No," she said. "It doesn't."

The phrase itself was spoken infrequently in their house, and only by her mother. She wasn't required to echo it back. Once, and only once, she asked what love was - what defined it, how people knew they felt it. The dictionary definition was vague at best. Intense feeling of deep affection for people. The definition for love of a thing made more sense to her - great interest and enjoyment. But even there she was stumped.

Coral, herself, was hollowed out and empty most of the time. When she wasn't, it was only the barest sense of emotion. Annoyance or confusion featured the most. It was vague haziness. Like a question mark of an emotion, versus a concrete feeling.

The emptiness made people difficult. Their problems, their needs. It all crafted a straightjacket she wanted to avoid. Lonely kids would try to befriend her at school only to realize she was not equipped to or interested in dealing with their sadness. She could play games with them. She could visit their house. She could sleep beside them in a sleeping bag.

But once they attached themselves to her side at all times, once they piled on or prodded at her empty center, the simplicity of what once was would immediately fall apart. Annoyance was usually what she felt. A vague creeping sense of wrongness.

The lack of space, physical or otherwise, was a cage. She wasn't an animal. Their endless emotional needs were burials, every word a shovelful of dirt trying to crush and suffocate her. Sticking their hands through her hollowed core and demanding something that wasn't there was just purely bothersome.

However, with her mother, with the girl before, with Percy? It was easier. Her mother gave her space at an early age. The Mors' girl never asked her to carry her problems like others did. Percy believed her when she said she felt nothing emotionally. They didn't require her to adapt herself to fix the world's silly molds.

With that in mind, she took a slow breath and reached over to pull Percy into her side. He stiffened up in surprise, but went easy.

"Coral-"

"Shush," she said. "It's called compassion." His laugh cut short with a quiet cry that he stifled. She stroked his hair. It had grown out some, still short, but shaggier now. "I'm not good at emotion. But I know they're important to have." She let him go and stood up. Gathering up their things, she held her hand out. "Come on."

There were worse things than a motel room. Despite popular theory, she found a good number of them to be clean and comfortable. Maybe the decor was strange, the carpet dull with time, but they were livable. That's what mattered.

Her current motel had a bathtub that she bullied Percy into. Turning on the tap, she sat on the dry side. The only sound between them was the sloshing of the water. Once it filled to just below the edge of the tub, she turned the tap off.

"I don't feel," she said. "But sometimes when I was younger, I would know that I was a certain way, even if the feeling wasn't there." She tapped the water. It rippled out across Percy's clothed torso. "Sitting in the tub would make those thoughts fade away."

Percy splashed the water over his exposed knees. "You think it'll make my feelings fade."

"No." She crossed her arms over the edge of the tub. "Those feelings are a wound that needs to heal. The tub isn't a therapist." She drew up a little spout of water that splashed against his cheek. "But it'll help."

He splashed the water over his knee again. Then again. Then again. Then turned his face just enough to catch her eyes. "Why are you trying to help me?"

"My mother told me that sympathy and compassion were important to focus on when you're not born with empathy," she said. She rested her chin on her wrists. "And I care about you." His brows furrowed. Her cheek squished into the back of her hand. "I don't need to feel things to know who's important, Percy."

She pulled back, planted her palms against the edge of the tub, and pushed up enough to lean over and kiss the top of his head. She counted to five in her head, then pulled back and relaxed back into the soft gray bathmat.

"I'm still a person," she added. "Even numb limbs feel something. The wires just get crossed so nothing processes. Or they don't know what it is, and that vagueness gets written off as absence. But even if people think I am, I'm not a robot."

He tilted his face away. Then leaned against the back of the tub. "Sometimes I don't know what I'm feeling. It's just a fog. But I know it's a lot." He closed his eyes. "And it's hurts." A ragged exhale shattered from his lungs. His hands drew up to the side of his head, gripping at his hair. "I just wanna stop. Feeling. Anything."

The water beneath him stirred. It cycled in a slow circle around him, before increasing in speed. The mini bathwater waves slashed against the rim of the tub.

"You can't," she said. "Even our father feels." She reached over and began detaching his hands from his head one finger at a time. "Your version is too emotional. Mine isn't. But he still feels, as small as it might be." Lowering both his hands into the water, she held onto them. He shook in her grip. "It's why he has his wife. It's why I'm here. Why the others before me were born. Even the uncaring sea knows that emotion is necessary to live."

Grief and distress covered his wet face. The water slowed down but thrashed around him, as though a writhing creature.

Or a drowning man.

She squeezed his hands. "You're lucky. Feeling the hurt means you know what the cause is. You can work it out, Percy. Not feeling anything means it takes you two months to realize the strangeness in your head every time you answer the phone is actually annoyance, or discomfort, because your classmate won't leave you alone."

His laugh was watery. His chest heaved in thick weary breaths. The water drew cold and colder, as though it was gearing up for a winter freeze.

Releasing one of his hands under the water, she cupped his cheek. "I can't be upset that I don't feel, because I can't feel enough to be upset. But I know it's something worthwhile because if it wasn't, the lack of it in myself wouldn't be so noticeable."

Their foreheads bumped together. Her eyes drew down to their entwined hands. She stroked his cheek until his breathing relaxed. His breath was warm against her skin. Sunlight slipped through her mind. Reflective waves. Boiling geysers.

"I'm dying." The words cut out of him in a whisper, a rasped confession. Even under the growing heat, he shivered. "It's like I'm trapped in a hurricane. No matter how hard I fight, I can't get out it." His voice went hoarse. "It wants to kill me."

"It's not going to kill you. Stop fighting it," she said. "Embrace the storm, remember?" She squeezed his hand again. "It's the only way you can get back to the calm."

#my writing #my fanfic #percy jackson #happy's asks #happy talks pjo #glitterytheoristmentality #oof i am. sleepy tired. but heyo! got another one. hugs and hugs everybody #at some point i should write down how coal is for some consistency between these drabbles but lmao who's got the time #daughters of neptune

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shot-by-cupid · 10 months ago

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I’m about to post some major cringe nobody look at me

I WANNA KISS HIM SOOOOOOOO BAD you have no idea you have no idea

Mario is the type of guy to put his all into everything he does and that includes. Loving on me UGH. I’m actually going to be sick.

Thinking about the way he would gently pull me in by my waist or take his gloves off before gently holding my face in his hands. The way he would SMILE at me before leaning in.,:,£+&,8-$€,££’!€£|€,€|€€!!,$& don’t look at me don’t even look at me

I’m going into cardiac arrest bro.

AND THE WAY HE WOULD LET IT LINGER UGH. He would. And he would smile into it I would be able to feel him smiling as he kissed me.

Nd he’d pull back and his cheeks and ears would be all red and his pupils would be blown wide and he’d say ‘I love you’ and i have died. I am currently dead. I feel to my knees and and I died it’s over for me. It’s so over for me.

I’m not finished.

He’d come back from some stupid big adventure and he would’ve miss me so much the first thing he would do is he would hug me so tightly and twirl me around and pepper my face in kisses I am canon this is Nintendo.

And he wants kisses always. He would pull me aside every 5 seconds and ask for one. Just one quick kiss before we go. One kiss before we head out. A small kiss because he just wants one. Kiss me because ‘you look so pretty right now’. A kiss before he leaves for work. A kiss when he gets a home. A kiss while we’re making dinner. A kiss just because! A kiss because I love you! A kiss goodnight!!!!! A kiss late in the night because I couldn’t sleep! Always!!!! And how could I refuse.

Anyway. I’m done. I’m normal. That’s all I wanted to say

#IT IS ONE IN THE MORNING !!!! GO TO BED !!!!#I’m over it I swear I just. I just need one little kiss and I’ll be so normal I swear #i need him so bad you dont even know #well you might know but still #whatever #f/o gush #self shipping #Mario #⭐️🍄you’re my superstar #♡.love letters

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azz4me · 1 year ago

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ok long ago in the dark ages few months back, back when I had no one who'll listen to my joongoo rambles, and I was newly in love, I would seek out fanart of him everywhere

I think the first time I saw kitsune joongoo was somewhere on pinterest and I was like "cuteee" But nothing much more but then that adorbs tart acc posted that fucking beautiful kitsune goo and I had DIED

THAT ONE IMAGE GRIPPED MY NECK AND I COULDN'T BREATHE SINCE

I had,,, SOOOOOOOO MANY THOUGHTS. The possiblities. The scenerios. The imagination.KITSUNE GOO!!!!!

So naturally I drew him allot but I also had a very vivid imagination series kinda in my head---

Soooo

Not really fic more like idea dumping(Kitsune goo x fem!oc you can say? Except I never decided her name)

There's this lady, in traditional attire and she's really nice but unsocial with society and spends most her times studying mythical beings, which makes everyone in town thinks she's a witch.

For that she lives deep somewhere in a forest in her home or what she calls her temple, in the privacy and nature where she studies the supernatural.

Something something happens she stumbles upon something something back to her temple-

She sets up the items she found in her ritual stand and begins reading the things written on the item peace and gasp

Suddenly everything glows and a hot man groans, standing on top of the ritual set up, well not a man… A KITSUNE!!

He's confused, he looks at her like "how am I here?" And she explains she, taken aback but also having done rituals to summon mythical creatures before, explains that she found him through something plot convenience something and he chuckles.

"Wow you talk really formally.. Huh, so I was incased to eternal sleep after…" and before he could reveal more plot he cuts himself off and grins at the lady.

"Your eyes are fixated on my tails, do you want to touch them?" He says and his 9 fluffy tails wag, inching closer to the lady's hand.

The lady being polite first tries decline but she's human she can't resist, TOUCH TOUCH TOUCH- Soft tail pats… Joon goo let's out cute fox noises (BAAAH M DEAD)

he chuckled and held her hand to stop her from totally getting engrossed only in his tail, and she retreats, embarrased, "ah, apologies, it's that I've studied your kind through only tales before, finally having met a kitsune.. I'm just in awe."

The lady explains, goo cuts her off and says "Goo. I have a name, call me goo.." He smiles, perhaps had gotten a bit annoyed by the lady continuously referring to him as a kitsune but he wasn't offended.

more conversation happens, goo acts flirty cause yes, one scene in particular I imagined

"May I study you? I'm very fascinated by your stature..." she asks innocently, but goo being the mischievous fox leans very close and whispers in her ears "You want to know how kitsunes show their love to people that respect them?"

She shivered and pulled back, "ah thatll be too much of an honour!" she exclaims naively,and goo melts cause she's so innocent and sweet

Some more stuff happens (actually its already getting so long so I'm cutting off small small imaginations I had Inbetween, my mind continued with this one story for A MONTH so it has lots of moments-)

Somewhere inbetween goo knows he has to go and take his revenge and get answers for how he was encased, so after staying with the lady in her temple until he regained his normal strength, he decided he'll have to leave.

The lady doesn't want to be left alone again, she has so much to learn about him too, goo feels he doesn't want to part ways either.. He hasn't felt this peace with someone since...forever. He would miss the gentle tail pats and getting his ear scartched too...

"Come with me, lady" He offered softly, smiling. "You have more to learn about the mythical world anyways.. And... I said I'll show you a kitsunes love too right?"

Idk why dafuq I felt the need to aesthetify the imagination,, god there's so much I skipped over too but it's so longgggg and so out of character

anyways yeah so basically I love kitsune goo.

~🍞

THAT ART OF TART'S HAD ME SEEING HEAVEN FOR A SECOND. MY JAW DROPPED WHEN I SAW IT!!! IT WAS FUCKING FUCKING BEAUTIFUL!!! I HAVE THAT DOWNLOADED ON MY FOLDERS AND IT'S EHEHEHEH- IT'S SO FUCKING PRETTY LIKE NONE WILL UNDERSTAND ME!!! I WOULD KILL TO SEE THAT IRL. THAT'S LIKE ONE OF MY FAV GOO FANARTS AND THE OTHER BEING OF iwasneverthere true to their name, garden1a and del-png klshaegvbkuo like those arts are so fucking goooodddddd AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH makes me tear up evertime i see their goo art, the true rulers of goo fandom

I am so happy i saw this before I went outside and start chasing someone with a bat. This is so cute and adorable💝💝💝💝💝💝💥💥💥

why is kitsune goo not real. It's fucking sad that the earth will never see the true beauty😞😞😞

THE TAILS. THE TAILLSSSSS!!!gv!KUFVSACFYLIGYIFYF I NEED RTO TOUCH RHEM OII WANT TO QGVABBUscuuiqguhieefschiecfhniqfhqefhi;,jb klugbkuoawgefkUIW2GFIUGwfgugefbkudsgbvukgskdgu kzxb vhzvczhch ugca ug caugc uagc scg asogcacgaus couag df ugcui avgsfoiugfgqwqbkl hi oq 3yt 021yr hfe tc avc v c8agu ogo hchcoys

#~🍞 toast #lookism #i am talking short becaus e i am really tired rn sorry toast

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richardratcz · 1 month ago

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Unnamed Hazbin Hotel AU - Episode 3 - Commercial Cacophony

We are back in Hell, as pitiful as ever. Charlie and Vaggie are sitting in the hotel lobby, talking about the further promotion of the Hotel.

Charlie: How about we try a commercial-

Vaggie: We already talked about this and you know well how we ended up on the screens the last time. I say we try posters.

Charlie: That could work. But I'm afraid that it won't be enough. You know, we need to get something big and low-cost, but I can't think of anything! Charlie groans angrily

Vaggie: We just have to keep trying. I just know there is something that we didn't think of yet.

A formless shadow slides across the floor under the sofa the two ladies are sitting on and a silent “swoosh” with a static effect sounds as Alastor suddenly emerges from behind the sofa

Alastor: I propose I may or may not be able to offer a solution to this problem.

Vaggie: Mildly irritated What do you want, Alastor?

Alastor: I just wanted to offer my radio broadcast for your cause.

Charlie: You would do that for me?

Alastor: Of course! As long as I am in charge of the talking.

Vaggie: How about you make a video commercial?

Alastors smile froze a little

Charlie: That would be amazing!!

Alastor regains a bit of his composure

Alastor: Excuse me?

Charlie: Picture it! Squeak I know you're great at getting under people's skin, Alastor chuckles a little and his bright yellow teeth shine slightly brighter when Charlie says this

Alastor: I indeed am, dear.

Charlie: continue her previous sentence you are a natural talent! You affected a large audience, and moved soooooooo many people to your side before!

Alastor: lost his composure a bit I'm sure you can-

Charlie: Oh thank you thank you thank yoooouuu!! It's awesome to have you here, Alastor!

Alastor was cut off and let's say a bit flustered, but before he could regain his composure, Charlie had already stood up and left the couch and walked the stairs up, probably to her room. This was the thing that fascinated the Radio Demon. Normally he wouldn't let things like this not only slip but happen in the first place. The princess was, like he liked to call it, a cinnamon roll all the way through on the first glance, but… That was it. When he watched her work with people, he noticed she isn't completely blank. He was a skilled manipulator with over a century of existence, he knew when someone is more than they show. And this Charlotte Morningstar was especially good at confusing him, to some degree. She was sweet, joyful, honest and welcoming to basically everyone, but upon further inspection he found himself noticing some things indicating she has some very competent abilities to get people to her side. Or was he just being paranoid? In many years of his after-living in Hell, he wasn't sure. And this made him more interested in staying here. The longer he stayed, the more he wanted to figure this young demoness out.

The fact he let her play with him like this, was another thing he didn't quite understand. In his entire life, there were 2 people who he would let do this to him, one of which being his mother. As far as he was concerned neither of them could be in touch with him for the last 100 and 90 years. Maybe she reminded him of them. Maybe…

Around the bar Angel Dust and Husk have their usual annoying-annoyed conversation while Niffty is furiously getting rid of the cobwebs in the alcohol-filled shelves.

Charlie comes down from the stairs to the middle of the lobby, clearly extra excited about… Something.

Charlie: Alright everybody, please, I have a BIG announcement!! We are going to be making… A commercial! Squeak

Vaggie just made her way down the last step of the stairs, looking a little out of breath, but quickly regaining her stoic composure, giving the staff and the single resident her usual “you better stay in line” glare.

The room wasn't particularly excited by her announcement. In fact, Husk just started to clean the glasses like it doesn't concern him at all. Angel had a bored look on his face, looking at her like he expected something “grand”. Charlie started to realise this didn't work out and continued.

Charlie: Come oooon It's gonna be fun! Besides, I think we haven't done any activity in a while… So, I suggest we start working on it!

Angel Dust raised his hand and gave himself the permission to speak

Angel Dust: And where exactly do you want us to start, princess?

Charlie: Well, I'm glad you asked! That's exactly where I was going to… something got to her. Right. She didn't know herself. She got Alastor to help her with it, but forgot that she didn't even know how to start. Well, this is going to be harder than she thought.

Charlie: Umm… That-That's going to be today's activity! You'll do work yourself and at the end of the day well put it together! And we are starting NOW!

Charlie decides it's time to retreat until she figures out what to do next. She swifty vanished upstairs to her room again.

Vaggie stayed downstairs, observing the residents and staff working out their ideas, each on their own. Except the Radio demon, who sat in an armchair in the corner of the hotel lobby and smiled. He should've seen this happen. Now is his chance. And when the dog is not watching, the deer can have his master's garden. Alastors colours dimmed and blackened, his silhouette blurred and the shadow soaked to the ground, crawling like a snake up the walls, over the ceiling, through the hallways. Unnoticed.

Meanwhile, Husk started to arrange his bar, frowning like usual, while humming some old melody mixed with complaints. Angel went to his room, in his words to “make himself look good for the cam”. Niffty collected the dead bugs and attached strings to their limbs. And Vaggie felt miserable.

Vaggie: Niffty, what are you doing? She asked, so done with this realm once again.

Niffty: It's gonna be a puppet show! The actors are almost ready. an mildly deranged series of giggles followed

Vaggie rather didn't want to intervene further, and decided to move to the bar.

Vaggie: And what about you? Are you going to be finished with this on time?

Husk: I'll be finished when I'm finished. And I suggest you go and check on the princess, instead of trying to make everyone's day a bit worse in this room, how bout that?

Both glared at each other for a bit, Vaggie wasn't trying to hide her anger, while Husk kept his stone-cold eyes drilling into hers with the same message, after that, Vaggie stormed upstairs.

In the meantime, the shadow flowed under the doors that led Charlies and Vaggies quarters. The notice boards were put into the centre of the room, covered in a mess of papers connected by an incoherent web of strings of various colours. The princess herself was sitting at her working table, talking to herself while writing on arches of paper she suddenly crumpled and tossed to the bin, which was already overflowing with the discarded ideas.

The shadow stopped a few metres behind Charlie's chair, pumping itself up from the ground, shaping itself back to its original form of the Radio demon, colours appeared again and with a quiet “poof”, Alastor was restored, all in the matter of seconds. Alastor looked around, looking slightly amused by the spacious and fancy interior of the princesses room. He glanced over the boards and papers, but turned his attention back to the Morningstar.

Alastor: Well, well, well, I see the commercial plans are going well?

Charlie flinched at the words, clearly not expecting anyone to come here, especially not HIM.

Charlie: Ugh, yeah, marvellously. I can't even put a script together! What did I think, nobody would even want that on their channel.

Alastor: Good point. However, you asked me for my aid previously, so let me do the aiding, or am I mistaken?

Charlie: I… guess you're right…?

She could tell there was more to it, as he expected her to. So far he's not mistaken indeed.

Alastor: Excellent! Where should I start? Dialogues? Costumes? Lighting? Recording? Just say, after all, I'm doing this for my entertainment as well.

Charlie: No. You are doing this only for your own fun. And Don't expect me to join anytime soon.

Good. If this pace keeps up, in a few months he will know more than he needs…

Alastor: Alright. So, where is the struggle, dear? I'm seriously going to need more details if you want my help.

Charlie: Well, script isn't that big of an issue. It's just that- uh!- nothing seems to capture the idea right! I guess if you could just… look at it-?

Alastor: Hah, of course!

Alastor made his way to the work table in the fast, long steps and bent over to have a closer look over some of the sketches and ideas Charlie kept as core. It was mostly some things from her speech on 666 NEWS, and some… children drawings? The sketchy little pictures depicted simplistic figures with horns getting slaughtered by similar but winged figures, the horned figures coming to a building with a big “Happy Hotel” written on it. There was a big clock drawing, showing the horned figures doing various nonsense, from cooking, braiding hair, sitting in a circle, to hugging each other and playing board games. Alastor came to the conclusion that these must be the “exercises” and “activities” Princess kept on talking about for the past days. When the clock hand was about to go full circle, there was something that caught the deer demon's eye in particular. The horned figures came to a golden gate in the clouds, greeted by winged figures, with a rainbow above their heads. Everyone seemed to be smiling and happy. Redemption and Heaven.

Charlie actually thought she could make it happen, and that being through games of Man Don't Be Mad and hugs. Just as cute and funny as it was pathetic, mainly when he considered that the person she wanted to put as an example was THE sex icon for the past 14 years… 14 years… …

Charlie: Alastor? Everything alright? You've been just staring at it for the past minute.

Alastor: Yes, my dear, everything is just fine! I was just… thinking it through. Now, we have to get to business!

Alastor snapped his fingers, and Charlie was once again blown away.

Vaggie was walking through the halls, but then something popped to her mind as she passed one door. The door into Angel Dust's apartment. Mainly because of the sounds coming from the inside. Music, and sometimes laugh, with some OTHER particular noises.

She knocked on the door indignantly. The next part shall be observed from the outside of the room, to avoid public scandal. To summarise, there was a lot of shouting, excuses, and also some beating.

After about 2 hours, Charlie, how else than excitedly, appears at the gallery of the hotel lobby, with Alastor. Popping out of the shadow from a few steps behind her, with a particularly wide grin on his face. Charlie is waving with a stack of papers in her hand like a flag, laughing happily.

Her joy has a short lasting though, when she sees the state of the sinners before her eyes. Each one sat at a different part of the room, exchanging hateful stares. The only one who didn't seem much invested was Niffty, but she still cleaned only one part of the lobby and didn't seem like she was going to come closer to any of the other residents. Vaggie and Angel seemed particularly pissed.

Charlie's smile faded completely, as she tried to put some things together. After a few moments she spoke.

Charlie: Wha-what the hell even happened here?

Another exchange of mean looks, but eventually Vaggie showed a regretful face.

Vaggie: It's just… uh… Let's say that a certain someone won't understand we are not going to make a pornographic commercial. She said with an irritated voice

Angel, who sat a few sofas and armchairs over scoffed. Another exchange of angry glares.

Angel: I just know what people like. I told you before and I'll say it again, Sex Sell, whether you like it or not.

Vaggie: And I told you that we are NOT doing that, and we will see if it works regardless.

Angel laughs sarcastically

Angel: Yeah? But when you waste your last cents on this and no-one comes, we will all know who was right.

Vaggie takes a deep breath and prepares to say something but Charlie stops her.

Charlie: I know, Vaggie, I know. Angel, I know you believe this is the best way to do things but understand, we don't want to get sinners here because of you and your uhm… services but because of what we're trying to achieve. And this isn't the way to do it.

Angel just watches her for a moment and then gives in.

Angel: Fine, do it your way.

Charlie: Great. Now, what I wanted to say is that I, with Alastors help, finished the script!

I know it's been a long day just… Give it a chance. Please.

Music starts playing and Charlie starts singing a tune similar to “The show must go on” from the canon show. As the others join in one by one they set up the “stage”, lighting, learn the script and afterwards perform and record the final commercial material.

As the song ends Charlie sits back on the sofa, Vaggie joins her by her left.

Charlie sighs, tired, but satisfied with the work.

Charlie: You know, I thought it would be worse!

Vaggie: Yeah, me too.

Charlie: I'm sure we will get at least someone after we push it through to the news.

Vaggie: Agreed. Lets just hope it won't be because of Angel Dust.

They both laugh but then Charlie's phone rings. She pulls it out of her pocket and her mood shifts. She gets up and goes to the hallway to have some privacy. Vaggie waited by the start of the hallway and watched as Charlie spoke to the phone.

Charlie: … Yeah… Mhm… Really?... Couldn't Con take it?... With what?... Fine.... Ok… Yes… Yes… Mhm… Bye…

Vaggie: Who was that, babe?

Charlie: That was… dad…

Vaggie: What did he want?

Charlie stays silent for a bit before facing her

Charlie: He said I have to go to a meeting. With Heaven…

They both look at each other, equally flabbergasted. Whatever will come out of this, it will certainly not be small…

#hazbin au #hazbin hotel #helluva

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teddybeartoji · 11 months ago

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ARI ARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII I'M AM THROWING A FIT OUT OF EXCITEMENT CAN YOU HEAR IT I CAN'T SIT STILL OUR BRAINS ARE SO KISSING RN WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS GONNA BE IN CAPS LOCK BC I NEED TO YELL EVERYBODY NEEDS TO HEAR ABOUT THEM

YOU'RE SO RIGHT. YOU. ARE. SO. RIGHT. ABOUT EVERYTHING.

i think if our knights were to meet... oh man... i think mine would be bitter honestly. it would be so hard to accept that in some other world, in some other universe - the prince saved them. and everything worked out. they're happy. they're devoted. they love each other.

this prince? the irritating one? who acts like a puppy ready to play? no way. is it worth it being coddled by the prince? is it worth it always having a royalty looking after you? wouldn't you wanna do things on your own sometimes?

but then they'd see how your prince and your knight look at each other and their heart just sinks.... they could've had that (they will.)

and oh my god, your knight with mine though... i can kind of see them as being a little awe-struck but a little terrified at the same time?? does that make sense? like they see what a beast of a person they've become. so strong. so independent. but then the sadness kicks in.... so lonely. and alone. is is worth it being so independent that you're stuck being cold? is it? isn't it better to accept the prince's offered hand?

but ahh they're just so different. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

THE PRINCES THOUGHHHH i agree with you. i do think yours might be a bit more insane (very understandable) and mine really is like a puppy. his mother absoluuutely spoils and coddles him he's a big mama's boy fr. he does get excited over the fighting and the violence but more in a 'it's all a game' way while yours would be there to kill.

"ur prince!gojo meeting a knight!reader who is soso loyal and smitten w him (he would cry and explode i think)" have you ever been wrong in your life ari? no you have not and i have proof. i think he would fucking combust lmaoooo and i think he would loooooove flustering your knight 10000000% would also called them his little knight but while giggling and twirling his hair be se serious...........................

"my prince!gojo meeting a knight!reader who lost their smile (WHO HE FAILED TO SAVE oh i think that would just break him)" ARI WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU I'M SO SAD HE WOULD BE DEVASTATED IMAGINE HIM SEEING ALL THE SCARS AAAAAAAA

noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo bc my knight would find him even more annoying lmaoooo it's so funny they're all my sweethearts like your prince is so serious about protecting them and caring for them but my knight just refuuuuuses (ngl it gives them the ick a little........) they just want the prince to let them do their thing............. my knight would just push your prince back to your prince and grab my prince by his shirt collar and drag him away (my knight is actually just jealous bc my prince is flirting with your knight but they're being soooooooo normal about it)

it's the cat and dog dynamic!!! like u said -your prince is like a housecat and the knight like a loyal puppy while my prince is the overly excited house dog and the knight is the stray cat omfg i need to shut the fuck up like my hands are shaking i'm so EXCITED TO TALK ABOUT THEM

PRINCE!GOJO X KNIGHT!READER MY BELOVED i just thought about another thing and i need to get it out - i like to think out knights are connected ok. hear me out maybe my knight is just another version of yours - meaning if my knight had met satoru at a young age, they would've turned into your knight DOES THAT MAKE SENSE your knight is a bit more soft (still a warrior though!!!) while mine isn't as soft as they'd like to be and that's just because one grew up in a castle with the prince taking care of them and the other grew up having to fend for themselves they're all just sooooooooooooooo ahhhh i can't i keep thinking about your knight too like they all actually made a cozy little home in my head i love them so much

and i think your lovely "i think i was born to meet you." applies for my little prince and his little knight too:(((((((((((

- @softgirlgonehaywire

MICKEY I KNOW I SAY THIS EVERY DAY BUT WE RLLY ARE CONNECTED i was literally thinking abt this while answering that ask…. the differences between our knights…. AND UR SOSO RIGHT thats literally perfect. its canon to our lore now.

it makes sm sense too bc the reason why my knight!reader is so devoted to prince!gojo is bc he saved them!! and i think that also leads them to have a kind of hero complex where they want to return the favor, or save others the way he saved them… but to your knight satoru is just a silly little spoiled prince that theyve never met before, so why would they like him??

ok but now im just thinking abt our knights meeting each other…::: ur knight coming face to face w a version of them that isnt as hardened, that was saved and got to live a more peaceful life….. the envy and maybe contempt? or maybe just apathy. idk but i am THINKING

AND AND AND…….. ok but what if our princes met the other version of their knight 😵‍💫😵‍💫 HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUTTT

just…. ur prince!gojo meeting a knight!reader who is soso loyal and smitten w him (he would cry and explode i think)….. and my prince!gojo meeting a knight!reader who lost their smile (WHO HE FAILED TO SAVE oh i think that would just break him)…… my knight being so indulgent and ur satoru taking full advantage of it, ur knight getting hissy when my gojo acts overprotective…… HHHHH IM LOSING IT MICKEY CAN U FEEL IT……..

anyways in my head theyre one big found family who take care of each other <333 love & peace on planet earth etc etc. they were meant to meet each other one way or another!!!

#IT IS BETTER TO SPEAK THAN TO DIE #I KNOW IT NOWWW #and imagine i didn't even have a plan for them when i posted the dymanic lmao #it was just a fleeting thought.....#look at us now #I'M SO HAPPY #there's so much lore about them in my head holy shit #about how when satoru and sugu were kids and they were just playing around but then they got a little overboard and sugu accidentally #drew blood and he was scared shitless while satoru was literally laughing his ass off #and then they made little tiny shoko find him a bandage #and it toook sooooo long for satoru to convince sugu that he won't tell anyone and that he wouldn't let anything happen to him #hehehhehe #gonna have to fit that in somewhere #maybe just the headcanons #OKE I'M RAMBLING THAT'S ENOUGH FOR NOW #THANK U ARI LOVE U ARI #ari <3 #ihtctaot

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sochilll · 2 years ago

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October 25 - Sweater

Day 24 Day 26 All Days (Prompt list)

Jared was straight. Jared was soooooooo straight. Jared loved women. He’d never even seen a man before.

The manifestations weren’t working. He was still gay. And Evan was wearing a sweater that was just a little too big on him and his collar bones were exposed and he kept having to push the sleeves up and Jesus Christ Jared was going to go insane.

“Why do you even have that?” Jared said, with way too much accusation in his voice.

“Huh?” Evan frowned.

“The sweater. It’s like eight sizes too big on you.”

“Oh.” Evan looked down. “It’s warm. And comfy.” He eyed Jared. “Why do you care?”

Jared shrugged and stared at his phone. “It’s just really baggy.”

“You wear baggy sweaters all the time.” Evan pointed out, pushing his sleeves up.

“Yeah well.” Jared said.

They fell into silence again. Evan was on his phone. He leaned his cheek on his hand which had disappeared inside his sweater sleeve.

Cute was not a word Jared used very often. But there was really no other word he could use to describe Evan currently. He was cute. Jared wanted to die.

“Why are you glaring at me?” Evan asked.

Jared blinked. He hadn’t realized he had been staring at all. “Sorry. Zoning out.”

“You looked very angry.”

“Maybe I am.” Jared grumbled.

“Mhm.” Evan leaned back on his hands. “You seem like you’re having… a not good day. I can go if you want.”

Now that was an offer. Freedom from this unique torture of looking at a cute boy.

“You don’t have to.” Jared heard himself saying.

“Okay.” Evan tilted his head. A few of his curls flopped over. “Are you like… okay though?”

No. Very much not. “Yeah.”

“Are you sure?”

Absolutely not. “Yes.”

“Okay you just seem-“

“It’s you and that stupid fucking sweater!” Jared blurted.

Evan frowned. “It’s… what?” He was utterly confused. Fair. “Why is my sweater making you that angry?”

“I’m not angry. I’m just-it’s just-“ No. No. No. No. He was not going to say it. “It’s just that-you just look cute in it!”

Fuck.

Evan stared at him.

Jared wished he’d taken Evan up on his offer to leave.

“Did you just call me cute?”

“No.” Jared lied. If Evan was going to ask stupid questions, Jared was going to tell stupid lies.

“I’m pretty sure you did.”

Jared was staring at his phone but he could feel Evan’s eyes on him. “I think you misheard me.”

“You don’t have to get all weird about it.” Evan said, smile clear in his voice. “It’s not a big deal. I know you’re gay. So it’s like normal-like I get it. If sometimes you think I look good.”

Evan was being surprisingly calm about this. Actually, like, concerningly calm. Jared looked up. Ah, there it was. Evan was furiously picking at his hands under the table.

Jared stretched his leg out under the coffee table and kicked Evan’s his foot. “You don’t be weird about it.”

“I’m not.” Evan mumbled, still picking.

Jared slouched against the couch. “I’m not gonna like… do anything.”

“What?”

“I know you’re straight. I’m not trying to like-like I’m not gonna-“

“It’s not that.” Evan said quickly. “That’s not-I wouldn’t ever think-I wasn’t worried about that.” The picking returned. “I just… no one’s ever called me cute straight to my face before.” He smiled a little. “Or yelled it at me.”

“Oh.”

“It’s stressful. Especially when it’s someone,” The rest of Evan’s sentence was mumbled too bad to comprehend.

“Someone what?”

Evan let out a breath. “When it’s someone I also think… is cute.”

Jared tried to respond to that but he couldn’t think of a single god damn thing to say. He started about ten sentences in his head before ending up with, “You’re straight though.”

Evan looked up, smiling a tiny bit. “I’m not.”

“What?” Jared slapped his hand on the table. “Since-for how long?”

Evan snorted. “Since for about a year.” He shrugged. “That’s how long I’ve known anyway.”

“So you’re…”

“Bi. I think.”

“So you’re bi and you think I’m cute. And I’m gay and I think you’re cute.”

Evan nodded. “Guess so.”

“Okay. So why are we not making out?”

Evan flushed violently. “Because you don’t like me as a person the way I like you as a person.”

“That’s not-wait what?” Jared frowned. “I’m sorry did you just admit you like me? And then say the only reason we’re not dating is because you think I don’t like you?”

“Sort of, yeah.”

“You’re so stupid holy shit.” Jared laughed. “Bring your stupid sweater over here.”

“What? Why?”

“Oh my god.” Jared crawled around the table. “You’re the only person who can completely derail my brain just by wearing a stupid god damn sweater.” He said and then he kissed Evan.

Evan was smiling when Jared finally released him. His face was red and he hid it with his sweater paws.

Jared tugged his hands down. “Cute.” He said and the pulled Evan in again.

#y’all know that picture of ben in that red sweater?#those vibes #and also Jared trying to manifest straightness in times of strife vibes #deh #kleinsen #my writing

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smol-chaotic-creations · 2 years ago

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I know the Chapter 1 bit wasn’t as interesting but there isn't much to work with soooooooo...

Alyx in Bittersweet Chapter 2 is more extreme!!!!

Christmas is Alyx’s favorite holiday, and since her family didn’t decorate a lot, she goes overboard with decorating as an adult. "More is better than less!"

While Alphonse pours his heart out, she is melting more and more at how sweet his words are. Alphonse after all is the first healthy and loving partner she's had

When Al called her to come back, she had just changed for bed but didn't change back since it was a simple t-shirt and sweatpants. She just threw on a hoodie, and rushed over to see what had him so worked up

As she arrived, she immediately started trying to calm Alphonse down so he could tell her what was wrong

When she saw Seth… On the couch… with a bandage over his eye… She saw red for a few moments. If Alphonse hadn’t spoken up, she probably would’ve just stood there blankly staring

As he starts to explain, she understands why he's worked up and doesn't blame him one bit.

She agrees with the buddy system, but really pushes for them to stay with her since she has her small house. "I am more than happy to have you both stay with me."

Baking with Seth had her over the moon with joy because she knew it would give him the chance to calm down and talk things out

As he started explaining the story of him getting jumped, her anger returned, making a mental note that if she ever met Derek... He would be sorry for hurting Seth...

When Seth started apologizing and thanking her. HO BOY SHE WAS ALMOST IN TEARS!! Not only is Alyx a sympathetic crier, but she was also worried about him after he left due to knowing about the money he stole

Seth's past also made her feel bad for him because she could see that Derek took advantage of Seth at a low point, and while Seth was responsible for his choices, Derek still manipulated Seth

The night the boys brought pizza home, Alyx was finishing wrapping the treats up, and was trying not to laugh the entire time the boys argued

As she talked to Seth about Alphonse, she reassured him that Al was chill and was just worried about him

When Alphonse popped in and Seth dipped, she checked up on Al about how he thought things were going. She then reassured Alphonse that Seth was worried that Al was upset with him "I think he's more concerned that you're upset with him..."

On the night of the festival, Alyx melted as she noticed the boys talking while she was selling her treats

When the guys showed her the pillow fort, Alyx's childish side really kicked in and that caused her to get more cuddly than normal

As Seth talked, she was snuggled into the pillows and smiling big as she tried not to cry along with him. That entire episode... She was an absolute cuddle bug

For the finale, she gave Alphonse a ton of sass for trying to keep her from going outside. At the sight of Seth's bike, she was concerned but turned frightened when she saw him pull out hair from the box "You are not about to give me the whole 'stay inside for your safety' spiel!" "What in the actual christ...?"

Not gonna lie, Chapter 2 was the one that really got me invested in Bittersweet, but this chapter also gave Listener more room to be developed. I know I mentioned some things here that are not explained, but that is because I am planning to explain them later on. I am excited for some of those explanations! I'm planning on breaking Chapter 3 up into 2 parts, with the second not coming out until the Finale. So... That'll be a while!!!

#yuurivoice oc #yuurivoice alphonse #yuurivoice seth #yuurivoice #bittersweet #y/n insert

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justmywriting1313 · 4 years ago

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I am here… I’ll always be here Part 2 (Diavolo x M/C) TW

Heyyyo friends!!! I hope you're doing well and are safe and all that jazz!!

Honestly I would give you a long spiel of why I haven’t been replying to stuff and haven’t posted in so long but at this point I know I am horrible at replying and I am soooooooo sorry about it. Please accept that it comes with me. I will do my best to give more content soon though!!!!!!

Currently I am in finals but I had worked on this for a bit before so here it is. My finals finish in like two weeks and then after that because I will travel I will be in quarantine therefore soooo much time to write so please be a little patient!!!!! Especially those who have requested stuff I promise ill get to you in a bit.

Anywhoooooo here it is also same as last time for this fic:

Part 1

I just wanted to say before hand the m/c in this deals with a lot of mental health issues like anxiety, self harm and eating disorders so this is a BIG TRIGGER WARNING THING!!!

If any of you EVER EVER EVER feel this way please know I am literally a message away and will hear you out without any judgement whatsoever, I know its daunting and can feel like there is no escape but there is always someone who will be there!!!! Okay with that said I hope you like it and hopefully this makes you feel a little less alone in the world.

I am posting it since many of you told me, you would like to read something like this. I just want to make it clear I am in no way romanticising mental health issues and self harm but for some people who may not have support in their actual live may or may not find this comforting which is why I thought i would post it. Also another thing, as much as I want this to be realistic I am trying to show hyper emotions and people not really knowing how to handle these kind of mental health issues so some of it may seem like a stretch at sometimes but as long as the fluff can comfort you thats what matters.

Summary: M/C bottles up some stuff and lets her mental health issues pile away quietly until one day it explodes... and the brothers are there.

Trigger Warning: M/c who deals with Anxiety and depression/ self harm/ eating disorders/ talking about these things/ descriptions of the former things listed and blood/ unedited - If anything else let me know.

You had been sitting and enjoying the feeling of normalcy something you hadn't had in what felt like forever when Barbatros put the food in front of you guys. He put so much but you assumed it was for Diavolo so you picked up the spoon and bought it up to him. He had been looking down at you in deep thought before he had taken the bite with a smile. He then bought a spoon of the food up to your lips. You lightly shook your head while still looking at Mammon flicking food at Levi, however, the minute you did all the chatter that was working around you died. The boys had been eying you anxiously waiting to see you eat but at the shake of your head they all shut up. You felt Diavolo stiffen up and his one arm tighten as you turned around to him. You still hadn't realised that this was all because you had refused to eat.

“What happened Dia?”

“Nothing love, I am just waiting for you to take a bite”

He said bringing the spoon up to your mouth again. He was really hoping you would leave it at that so that you could go back to what finally seemed like a normal night something you all desperately needed, but again you shook your head. You were now starting to get worried that this night may not be as easy as you thought so you resorted to lying about it. Its a small one right its not like it would hurt too much and then you could all go back to normal but you were so wrong.

“Oh! I am not hungry Dia! I ate enough snacks earlier.”

You said smiling hoping he would buy it. His frown clearly said no and the grumbling of the others also showed you that you were not going to worm out of this one. Your grip on the table tightened and your stomach clenched. Your body felt tense and that didn't help the pain of the cuts on your body.

“Whaddya mean M/C?!? You had one fistful of popcorn and that was it! Even that I had to force ya to! And whats worse anytime we tried to get ya to eat after ya clamped ya mouth shut!”

Mammon exclaimed. He did not like that you were lying I mean yeah when he did it or asked you to it was fine but right now was different.

“Why don't you want to eat M/C?”

Beel asked softly. He was also frowning but more from worry than anger.

“You guys are overreacting… I eat I promise! I mean I just had food before you guys came to my room okay I got a snack from the kitchen.”

“M/C please do not lie! I was in the Kitchen helping Barbatros cook for a good few hours and you did not at any point come in,”

Satan said sternly he hated lying and this was the worst situation to do so. You still were going to try and get out,

“Guys you're acting as if I stopped eating... but I eat I mean I have big appetite usually… its just probably how I am tired today… its made me lose my appetite”

You exclaimed hoping this new tactic worked…

...It did not

“Oh really? Is that so? Then when was the last time you ate mhmm M/C? because it clearly wasn't today or the day before or even the day before that! I would know… Beel and I had kitchen duties”

Belphie exclaimed. You could see he was considerably angry with the charade you were refusing to give up. He seemed to be fuming, his possessiveness of his human coming through,

“You have changed your story three times now M/C… I do not need to ask Diavolo who can tell when someone is lying to know you are lying!”

Lucifer had dealt with lying from his brothers before but with you he absolutely hated it. Firstly because he thought your relationship was such that you wouldn't have to and secondly because he thought you trusted him… his pride was hurt right now!

“Honey we aren't angry we ar– ” Asmo started,

“I am!!” both Mammon and Belphie exclaimed.

“As I was saying M/C we are concerned sweetie… clearly something has been wrong for the past month or so and you wont let any of us in… we just want to help”

Asmo continued, surprisingly he seemed to be the only brother making some sort of impact and thats because he had a sense of what was happening. Being the avatar of lust was not always rainbows he has had many a partner who were in what he assumed is the same situation but this time for him it was a lot worse because it was you… this was the first time the consequences of these mental burdens weighed more than he was prepared for.

But then you felt Diavolo take a deep breath behind you. You knew he was controlling himself in front of the boys. If this had just been you two right now everything would have come out in the open a lot sooner and he would also have forcefully fed you food.

“Please princess… You don't even have to talk about whats bothering you now but I in good conscious and… not just as your boyfriend but the one responsible for your well being will not let you leave this room without you having eaten something substantial…”

Diavolo’s words were lightly murmured in your ear and they broke your resolve a little. Though they were quiet you also heard the silent threat which was he actually wouldn't let you leave. You decided some food wont be bad and hey if you still feel guilty you wouldn't eat the next day and that would make up for it.

“Okay Okay! I’ll eat guys please calm down… I’ll eat if it makes you all feel better yeah?”

“Take a bite first M/C!”

It was rare to see Mammon be serious and hold a tone that would command others to listen to him yet it seemed to be the only thing you could read on his face. It bought an all too familiar stinging to your eyes as you bit your lip in attempts to keep the emotions as bay. The others would have been surprised if they weren't more so concerned. Diavolo could feel you fidgeting in your seat. You felt overwhelmed as they all looked at you with stern worried or angry eyes and you were reminded of why you did not want to be with them putting the feeling or normalcy aside. As sweet as this worry was you knew this was a slippery road down a conversation that a you didn't have the courage for because a) it would hurt them and you and b) You didn't even have the words to explain yourself. In all honesty you hadn't had this bad an episode in years and even if you had had it in the human world you would have been comforted in knowing not many people would care so you could fix this on your own sweet time. Anyway if eating meant you could protect them from this side of you then so be it. How difficult could it be?

You weren't prepared for how wrong you were!

Diavolo looked at you looking at all of them with wide eyes. He tried to keep his worry and anger at bay with kind words and gentle smiles since the boys were already overwhelming you. He once again bought the spoon to your lips and felt his shoulders relax a little when you wrapped your lips around it. You swallowed it and all the boys slowly started to eat again though the idle chatter did not resume. You took two more bites when you felt your body jerk rejecting a meal that was so heavy. You felt your heart drop and palms sweat as the panic of eating something with so many calories settled in.

“Nope I cant do this!”

You exclaimed as you felt what little you had coming back up. You ripped yourself away from Diavolo as your body trembled. He pushed the chair back in surprise at your sudden reaction. This gave you the perfect means to slip between his and Lucifer’s chair as you made a mad dash for the door. You felt the bandages around your stomach rip but you didn't think too much of it though in hindsight you should have given the amount of cuts and the depth of some of them. You could feel some of the blood drip down your front as you ran to the closest bathroom.

The scrape of the chairs echoed around you as you heard the boys shout your name and run after you. They first thought you just didn't want to eat but when they saw you hold a hand over your mouth they realised your body was rejecting the meal. It was Asmo and Satan first who realised that this is a lot worse than what they thought. They all followed you, Mammon in the front given his speed followed by Diavolo and Lucifer. But none of them were quick enough as you locked the door to the bathroom.

You could hear them banging on the door and jingling the handle but you paid it no mind. You fell to your knees in front of the toilet, you heaved what little food you had consumed in the day, tears streaming down your face your hair covering your face. Your heartbeat was the only thing ringing in your ears as your body continued to tremble. You placed one hand on your stomach and you felt something slick. You didn't have time to see what it was as you continued to dry heave. You felt a pair of hands stroke your hair… the boys must have broken down the door. They were the slender hands of Mammon, you could tell just from feeling them comb to your hair as he collected them into a ponytail. Another pair of hands which were much larger and warmer circled your waist. You could tell just from the feeling and the familiar warmth of his huge body that it was Diavolo

Asmo had stopped Diavolo outside and had told him that there was no point in letting anger take over cause these things weren’t in your control and so Diavolo tried his best to be gentle as he bought his face closer and whispered words of comfort,

“Shhhhh… its alright M/C… Calm down love, It will be fine... we are sorry... I am sorry love!”

Diavolo had never felt worry like this before in his life. This was something that as a demon he had never really been taught about and it killed him to know there wasn’t much that he could do. He tried to wrack his brain for what your file had said but all he could remember was the file and you telling him it was resolved issue. The lack of control he felt was damn near maddening because it wasn’t just him, it was the others as well.

Then you felt the smaller and cooler hands of Asmo as he rubbed circles on your back. He also gently shushed you,

“Its okay M/C you are fine sweetie… You'll be fine okay? We’re sorry we pushed you so much… we didn't know what was happening but now do okay? So we will take it slow okay? We promise… We’re sorry honey we should have recognised the signs earlier..”

Finally your body finished as you collapsed in the arms of Diavolo. All the other boys had been crowded around the entrance. Beel and Belphie were already in tears, Levi was trying not to faint and Lucifer was clenching his fists so tightly he was going to draw blood despite the gloves. Satan and Mammon stood side by side. They were all trying to collect themselves.

Diavolo pulled one arm away so he could wrap it around your shoulder only to see smudges of blood covering his sleeve. He frowned but then when he looked down he felt his eyes widen and his jaw go slack. A hoodie is usually made out of thick material. You would think that even if bleeding cuts were pressed against it, the material wouldn't soak through but what Diavolo saw completely disproved that. It was completely soaked through with what he could assume were deep cuts. He pulled away little more and grabbing the bottom of the hoodie in a tight fisted grasp, he slowly pulled the material away from you body to just below your breasts.

You were so out of it, with no comprehension to what was happening around you that the only reaction you could give was a wince as the material clung to the cut up skin and pulled at it. All the other boys stood around with widening eyes not really understanding where this was going.

Diavolo brushed his knuckles against the shredded skin. Despite being a demon who has seen more than his fair share of blood and gore he felt himself shudder at just how far you had pushed your body.

Mammon who had taken to stroking your hair felt his stomach lurch at the sight of your upper body. His hands fell away from your hair so he could scramble back. You were leaning your forehead on your forearm which was braced against the toilet. Your body was in clear view and he could smell the metallic smell of the blood as his mind was relived a sight he had never wanted to see again. He was bought back to the day he had held your body and ran to the others as he begged you to hold on. It was the same thing, the smell of your blood, the sticky feeling as it soaked through your clothes, your pale face... it felt too familiar but also so much worse. Actually that seemed like a carnival compared to what he was seeing now. You had mutilated your body and the pale skin that seemed stretched too tight against your skin. He could feel tears well up in his eyes as watched you try to get yourself together.

Lucifer who had been stood by the door and was coming in to the bathroom to help Diavolo faltered in his footsteps. His eyes wide like saucers as he watched the blood drip down your stomach and then fall on to the white tiled floor. He couldn't feel his hands and his heart was pounding away too fast for his liking. He felt his whole body freeze.

Levi fainted at the sight of so much blood. Belphie let out a strangled sob as Beel gripped his twin. Beel was relieving a sight he had never wanted to see again and Belphie felt like he had been dropped into one of his own nightmares all over again. Satan looked ready to shatter at what he saw.

He along with Mammon were probably the most hurt by the fact that you had done this. You could have come to them, you could have confided in them they way they had in you and yet you chose to do this instead.

Asmo was the only one who seemed not as shocked. Being the Demon of Lust these kind of mental health issues were something he was familiar with. Not just because many a partner had struggled with it but because when people did these things it was driven by a desire. As much as he tried to show only a sexual desire, Asmo was well aware of desires beyond that... desires that pushed people to do the worst of things both to the others and themselves... A desire to escape emotional pain, to be good enough, to be pretty enough… whatever it was. It was the consequence of desire he had seen one too many times. What was jarring for him was that it was you. His powers did not work on you and so he didn't know that this is what you were struggling with. He has tried to help so many of those partners who do struggle with this and yet he never realised or at least never wanted to see you at the receiving end of that aid.

You finally managed to swallow your own saliva and open your eyes. You hadn't realised that all your secrets were open and bare for all to see until you took a woozy eyed look at Diavolo next to you. His eyes filled with unshed tears and his hand still holding the hoodie up. Time and actions caught up with you as you roughly pulled yourself away from his grasp. You backed yourself up into a corner of what you now realised to be Satans bathroom. The tears that had earlier been due to dry heaving wouldn’t stop for a different reason as you let your eyes scan over the boys. Strangled gasps and sobs were all that left you as your chest trembled. You were dissolving into a panic attack and all you could think about was how bad of a time this was to do so. You pulled the hoodie down as if that will fix all the damage that had been caused. You pressed on your stomach hoping the blood would disappear as your breathing got worse.

You tried hard to get your breathing in control as you hugged yourself but the more tears that clouded your eyes the harder it seemed.

“I am sorry, I am so so sorry… I didn't mean for you guys to find out and I promise its not as bad as it seems, I just… I lost control and I didn’t see how far I went but I promise it wont happen again. Please don’t… I don’t even know, I just… please leave me alone for some time and i’ll fix myself I promise and ˆ wont cause anyone anymore trouble... Ill be good I promise... just don’t hate me”

There was no point in trying to hold yourself together so instead you just bought your hands up to your face trying very hard to control the flow of tears and manage your breathing. None of them moved nor did they say anything. They didn’t know how to handle seeing you like this. You were one of the most cheerful, affectionate and happy people they had ever known and they all loved you oh so desperately and to see you completely broken and begging them not to hate you for something that isn’t your fault...

The silence of the room was suffocating but also helpful. It was helping because you weren't even looking at them so you could just pretend you were alone in your bathroom getting yourself back together like you had done so many times, but it also wasn’t helping because you didn’t know what they were thinking. Your mind was conjuring the worst case scenarios and you just didn’t know what to do. All you could do was mutter sorries and ill try to be better phrases.

They were all so consumed with their own thoughts that you took this as your chance to escape. Stumbling over books you ran out of the room. This is what pushed them all to snap out of it beginning with Asmo who realised that in the moment you needed the most reassurance from them, they had all hung their silence over your head, made you apologise and run away to your room where you would sit and think of how disappointed they are. With a loud exclamation Asmo ran after you,

“Fuck! Wait M/C come back darling we aren't angry and this is not your fault! M/C”

Asmo was just a bit too late as he rounded the corner to see you dash into your room and lock the door. He arrived at the door with a bang. He knew this was not what he should be doing but what else was he supposed to do. You needed to open the door and let him in for him to actually help. So he continued banging, trying the handle multiple times and trying to say things he knew should be helpful,

“M/C love look its just me, please open the door, you know that I understand darling, i’ve seen it so many times and I know how to help so please let me in doll… come now M/C please don’t ignore me, at least say something so I know you're alive… Honey please we don’t hate you!!”

Asmo continued though now he was cursing at the others who had yet to come. Unfortunately due to the strength of Lucifer and Diavolo’s magic no one beside them could open your door if you happened to lock it. Hopefully they would be here soon.

Meanwhile the other boys were still reeling from what had just happened. None of them knew what to make of the situation. Belphie was heartbroken. He was taken to the same day he had tried to end your life. He remembered how he had promised himself to never ever let you got through pain like that agin. And yet this is what he had to see, he never realized in trying to protect you from others that you had needed protection from yourself. Beel was not any better, he was wondering how you had hidden all the pain you felt in your head so well... always smiling and cheering up everyone in the house. But then his mind went to the times he had woken up with you snuggled into his back or chest, your hand tightly gripping his, cheeks red and sticky. He had always brushed it away as nothing, or you coming to get away from Mammon and Levi bickering, or just bad dreams. It never once occurred to him that maybe you were trying to hold yourself together and beat these habits by coming to him for security. As these thoughts settled in the twins realised that now you had run away to hide like you had been doing for the past month and they hadn’t even tried to show you that they could help. They turned to look at each other before they both let profanities escape and without looking at anyone else they dashed out the door. They followed Asmo’s banging and loud voice before arriving and joining in,

“M/C please open the door, let us help you… its only fair, you don’t have to do everything on your own. We love you M/C!!”

“M/C come on please we promise we aren't angry... just please open let us know if you're okay”

Your muffled sobs were very easily making it through the door as you ripped your blood and sweat soaked sweatshirt off of you. You wanted to scrub this dirty disappointed feeling of your body, you wanted to start again and so you ripped you other clothes of of you and you entered the shower, your hands already rigorously scrubbing your skin, your nails digging into soft flesh if it meant you could escape this feeling. Asmo, Belphie and Beel’s voices were now joined by Satan, Levi and Mammon who had snapped out of their own stupors not long after the twins.

Levi had been first realising that even normie’s could feel this way. As a demon self harm seemed very impractical since you know they can never die but Levi sure could relate with the feelings behind doing what you did and though he had fainted having seen the blood he had popped right back up. The blood and you having done what you had was actually not what had put him in as stupor. It was the fact that you, such a cheerful and happy person who was always been there for everyone, had not trusted him enough to let him know what was going on in your head. As true friends he had made sure you knew that you could share anything with him yet you had chosen to hide the one thing you probably should have told him. The idea that you were agin facing it alone had made him follow the twin soon after,

“M/C i’ll give you my full TSL collection if it means you open the door... hell i’ll come to class with you from now on like you wanted me to right? but only if you open this door.”

Satan had been in his trance because he had felt angry, he had always shared the burdens that plagued his mind without fear of you rejecting him because you had gone above and beyond to prove you were not the type of person to turn away someone like that… yet you had not felt the same trust towards him and that had pissed him off. Instead you had taken it on yourself and pushed everyone away, leaving yourself with so many mental and physical scars and the idea you might be doing it again... He had taken this moment to stop his wrath but once that was in control he marched behind Levi because he was not leaving until you knew damn well that he was there for you and that if you ever did something like this again without talking to him he would throw the biggest hissy fit on the planet. He also grabbed the medical kit from his room on the way seeing as Beel and him were the best with bandaging people up. Though they were more than enough people banging the door that didn't stop Satan from shouting at you to open the door,

“M/C open this door right fucking now... please just for once in your life don’t be stubborn and let us help and be there for you... like you are for us. Don’t make us break the door!!”

Mammon was not far behind. He was still very very shocked and scared but sitting next to Diavolo both of them covered in Patches of your blood, staring at where you had been just moments ago... he realised he couldn’t lose you again. He knows he is bad at showing love and lord/satan knows that he is pathetic at receiving it but the idea of losing M/C again... the idea of holding their body and so desperately looking for a pulse, a beat anything... he couldn’t do that again but if he didn’t get the fuck up and show them he was there for them then looking for a pulse is exactly what he would be doing again. He dashed up and was right there with the others,

“M/C doll you gotta open this door right fucken now yea? we can help but you gotta open the door thats all we ask please? we will take care of the rest whatever needs to be done we will do it but only if ya open the door! Please do if for your Mammoney... I’ll give ya Goldie”

They continued hoping something would get through to you but nothing did. Asmo cursed because the two people who could get this door open were still stuck in the bathroom and they were running out of options. If the amount of blood and cuts hadnt been as much Asmo would have bee more inclined to let you wait your panic attack out and then they all talk when they all had calmed down but obviously they couldn’t go down that route. The panic was worse because they could no longer even hear your cries anymore. All they could hear was running water and that was it. It terrified all of them. What if you had passed out? What if you had lost too much blood or cut somewhere too deep? Satan was also quick to realise you had put yourself under running water with bleeding cuts or at least assumed you had done that. Meaning you would keep bleeding and the cuts would not blot... Beel also seemed to have the same realisation as they both roared and tried to break the door down with more vigor. Asmo looked around waiting for Diavolo to show up because he knew that the devildom prince would get through to you but when he couldn't see him he cursed,

“Fuck okay Beel, Satan, Levi and Belphie you guys keep banging on the door, if nothing else the noise will annoy them and they might come out. Mammon see if you can fly to the window outside and break it and get in from there. If you do first get her out of shower and then open the door.”

“Yeah and what're you gonna do?”

“Knock some fucking sense into the crown Prince of Devildom.”

All the boys were quick to listen since they hadn't seen Asmo this angry ever. Asmo knew he wasn’t the intimidating type, even as a demon he was manipulative but he swore on anything and everything he could that if this went south because Diavolo was in too much shock he would burn all of Devildom down.

Beel, Belphie, Satan and Levi got back to trying get you out of the door or in Beel’s case break it down completely. Mammon had already begun his quick descent down the stairs and out the house to locate the window in his demon form and Asmo marched his way back to Diavolo and Lucifer.

Diavolo was still kneeling on the floor. His back hunched over and hair falling into his eyes as his eyes remained trained on the floor of the bathroom. The smudges of red against the white tile seeming unreal. His own hands covered in blood... of course it wasn’t the image of blood that had stunned his system into unwavering silence and shock... it was the fact that it was your blood.

He just couldn't move past the fact that you had done that to yourself. The shredded skin and the beads of blood forming along them... It truly was a cruel image. A demon with their claws would be able to achieve that but not a small human with a paper cutter or some small blade. He didn't know how he could have let it get to this point. Why didn't you come to him? If not him then Beel, Mammon, Asmo, or hell even one of the angels? Why did you think this was the only way out? He shook his head. That wasn’t even what he should focus on. What pain was so unbearably bad that the only control you found was through a blade? Why did you think they would hate you for this? what you had said while crying ringing around in his head. His brain felt muddled and heavy and his heart broken... he knew some bits from your file of course since Lucifer was diligent in his research when he did choose you but this, Diavolo clenched his fists and then unclenched them trying to get his brain and body to move but he had never been in such a situation... What was he supposed to do?

Lucifer was still standing in the same position as well. His eyes still wide and mouth still slack. He had walked himself back out of the bathroom but then he slumped against the frame of the entrance. What had happened? How had it happened? As much as Lucifer knew what he saw was your own doing, a small part of him could not believe you had done that to yourself... You couldn't have. His little ray of sunshine M/C, the same M/C who made sure he slept and ate no matter the amount of work. The only one who understood him and the pain he went through when they all fell. The one who took the brunt of Mammon disciple into their hands. The one who never said no to helping others and the same one who he had at first thought too naive and good hearted to be in Devildom. The same one who had not just proven him wrong but the one who became a permanent staple in his family and heart... she couldn't have done that to herself.

she couldnt have... but she had,

“We... I failed her...”

Lucifers voice hung in the air as he whispered it into the bathroom where it smelt off sick and blood. The silence was cut through by Asmo’s loud voice and angry yet delicate footsteps,

“No the fuck you didn’t... Okay Lucifer look as much as I want to stay and coddle your pride to try and reassure you this was not anyone fault I... we don’t have the time so please listen to me well since I am only going to explain this once... This isn’t anyones fault, not yours, not Diavolo’s, not mine nor Mammon’s and especially not M/Cs... I cant even tell you why or how she did it. That is their narrative to tell and they will tell it in their own way but right now even that is inconsequential... Lucifer what matters the most right now is that they know that we aren’t disappointed in them and that we still love them... I promise you that we will love and support them after this so they never feel the need to reach for the blade but we can only do that if there is someone to save and unless you and Diavolo open the door so we can fix her up we wont be able to help her... do you hear me... You’re wondering why they didnt come to you? Well thats because sometimes you need your loved ones to come to you okay? I promise Lucifer everything will be explained and we will work this out and make her feel safe and get back our M/C but only if she opens that door!”

Asmo then turned to Diavolo

“Look, I know you’re in shock and scared but if Levi could get over this than you do it. Diavolo i get that this is scary and what can you as a demon ever have to offer to help her right? you're wondering why she didn’t come to you and why she turned to this? like i said i don’t have the answers but the one person who does needs us more than ever and if you don’t wake up out of this then...”

He let the end hang in the air. Asmo knew danm well that you would make it out alive. The cuts would cause blood loss but he had known they couldn't kill you but he knew the implication would wake Diavolo out of his mindset,

Diavolo was still hunched over on the floor. Asmo hissed out a breath between clenched teeth before he pinched the bridge of his nose and walked over to Diavolo,

“... I can’t do is Asmodeus... I cant look at that sight again...” Diavolo whispered

“so you rather see her dead in her grave yeah? is that it? You rather look at lifeless eyes as they roll to the back of her head and her chest stops moving”

Shockingly enough that was the voice of Satan but not so shocking given the harsh and cold manner in which it was said. Asmo tried to stop him but Satan wasn't having it. He strode up to Diavolo whose head had snapped up,

“You think you cant do it? you cant get the fuck up and help the person you love? you can’t get up and show them the love they need because what you're scared to see them in pain? I get that you're scared and shattered that M/C did this but newsflash Diavolo we all are but we aren't going to sit around we are going to help her because your fear to see the pain should be the very driving force to help them... and if you cant or don’t have the balls to then you are more than welcome to leave”

Lucifer had broken out of his reverie not just because he had never seen Asmo this serious but because he knew Asmo was right. They can get all the answers to their questions later but only if that person was still alive after to answer them. By not doing anything right now they were letting M/C go and he would be dammed if he was going to let M/C’s pain be the one to take her away. They would figure it out but first M/C needed to come out alive out of this. Lucifer bent down infront of his boss but also his friend,

“Remember the first time M/C landed in Devildom... remember their eyes my lord, the fire in them as they walked right up to you and asked you whats going on while poking a finger at you... You hadn’t stopped talking about them for weeks after. Remember the first time they completed a task. It was at the house and you were visiting and when you had said good job and patted her head... remember the way their eyes glimmered and they had thrown their arms around you. The first time you told each other I love you... what had you said her eyes were like? like pools of melted onyx... You still want that? you want to see that when you ask her to stay in devildom... see that same glimmer?”

Diavolo nodded

“Then you have to get up my lord...” Lucifer muttered his voice deep, his hands squeezing his shoulders

Finally it sunk in for him. What was he doing? By sitting here and not moving he was leaving the person he loved the most to a fate he could not bare. He was leaving them to think the very thing he didn’t want them thinking and he’d be dammed if he would let them live like that anymore. He knew that he was going to have to learn a lot about the process of healing and how to help but if he didn't get up there might not be a person to do that for. He needed you to know just how unbelievably loved you were and so with a jump that scared Lucifer and Asmo though Satan still looked unimpressed Diavolo ran to your room followed by the others. This was complicated and messy and certainly scary but Diavolo knew with you guiding him how to help there would be no way they couldn't overcome this.

Boy is this a long fic anwhooooo hopefully will have the next part up soon. Again cant wait for finals to end but yeah here it is lovelies!!!!! I’ll also respond to some the comments and messages and all that after i give my final tomorrow but yeah hope you enjoy it and as always please like and reblog and request!!!!

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jerepars · 3 years ago

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My QOTS 5x09 live reactions:

Oscar is in the “previously on”. Oscar x Jeresa team up?

SO MUCH Kote in the “previously on”. Whyyyyyy? We already had to sit through their episodes once, isn’t that enough?

James taking off that ski mask was somehow really hot

Is it bad if I want to skip through this suburbia Kote stuff and just get to the Jeresa team up lol

“Like the devil himself he lives in the shadows” uhhhhh that was a little…YA fiction-esque. Lol who wrote that line and are they serious.

If there were two very attractive people sitting across from me, dressed like yin and yang, promising me protection like that…I think I’d be very confused LOL

Konstantin Federov? Is Kostya like, a Russian hockey player? Did he play in Detroit with the Russian Five? I am howling.

an INSTRUMENT TO DEFEND OUR DEMOCRACY lol lol lol

again Devon leaves the room without being a blatantly obvious Jeresa shipper. Boooooooo.

suburbia suburbia why can’t we do away with ya?

what happened to don’t come out until I tell you to?! Do you understand the consequences of death or not?

oh good job just show the neighbors you guys have a fucking arsenal in your kitchen that’s not gonna be suspicious at all

“I am a soldado, I will never put my guard down” really REALLY we all know that’s not true this is how you guys got banished to Little Rock in the first place

“it was a big raccoon” Raccoons are adorable they look like little bandits leave them alone

Jeresa are sitting ~very close~!!!!

“in the DR” As in, in the Dominican Republic? Do people really say that? Sounds like I’m watching Big Brother and they’re talking about the Diary Room LOL

Wait what Teresa is doing coke right as James leaves the room? What if he forgot something and comes back??? Does he know? Has this just been accepted by him? This is never going to be addressed, is it?

Ooh, theory time. Is the coke...not coke? Is it something else and Teresa has been building up a tolerance to it so she can appear dead?

“I know you want things to go back to normal” BACK to normal? When were things normal? Why does half the episode have to be spent on these two?

“I don’t want to live like this anymore” You…you...WHAT? Why did you join a drug cartel? You BEGGED back in with them. Proved yourself. Worked too hard, isn’t that what you said? What did you think it was going to be like?

Do we, the audience, have to suffer through the garage sale, too?

HOW LONG IS THIS SCENE WHY ARE WE STILL IN SUBURBIA

Yeah snoop through your neighbor’s mail when the whole neighborhood is around THAT’S NOT SUSPICIOUS AT ALL

oh it’s his little girl’s team now we have to suffer through Pote’s redemption for his misogynist sexist comments from earlier in the season

Yo, why are we only meeting Domingo now? I like this guy. He’s fun. Plus he’s got cool piercings.

aaaaand he’s dead.

Oh, okay, not dead. But injured.

YO I LIKE DOMINGO

CHICHO HOW COULD YOU CALL POTE THIS IS NOT HOW I RAISED YOU

omg is KA going to tell Pote to go back to Teresa where he’s happy because she doesn’t want his spirit to die? If so, I think I might want to die.

I don’t need another tender Kote moment JFC MAKE IT STOP

BRICKS!!!! KISS TIME!!!!

“You wouldn’t let me do it, so why should I let you?” Dead. Dead. DEAAAADDDDD. 😭😭😭

I love you. SAME. (I still wish T had said it first)

So no conversation. Just straight to the sex? Okay. I guess we’ll roll with it.

The way he pauses to tuck her hair away from her face and looks at her all starry-eyed when she’s on top of him. Dead. Dead. Dead dead dead.

And then they SMILE. Can you be more dead than dead? I think that’s where I’m at. 👻

Sidenote: I don’t think we’ve ever seen this much of J’s tattoos up close. This is glorious. Lol yeah because there’s sex happening and I’m looking at the details of the tattoos hahaha

The hand on the thigh to end it before the camera pans and then fade to black. That’s great. I will accept it.

She’s touching his arm in the morning after scene. There is SUNLIGHT. This is the best lit Jeresa scene of this show’s existence, lol. Holy shit.

When does she tell him she loves him? This is obviously setting us up for a goodbye.

LOLOLOLOL James is talking about weapons and making sure she’s well equipped and she’s giving him heart eyes instead sooo is she about to say it?

SHE SAID IT!!!!!!!!!

Jeresa making out. Jeresa getting it on. Jeresa kissing after a love confession. In one episode. ❤️ 🥰 🎊 💞 💓 😘 🎇 🔥 Bask in the glory. Savor it. Let’s all enjoy this and rewatch and reblog gifs etc etc etc because it’s all we’re ever going to get. 🎁

“She’s not going in without us.” “I’ll go.” OoOoOoOo this is all part of the plan isn’t it?

But when did you have time to plan this when you spent all night making out and having sex. You must have been spent. Did you multitask in bed? 😂

Scared Puppy James :( :( :(

Wait. WAIT. This is very plot holey. Kostya didn’t know anything about Teresa’s business? He’s apparently the biggest bad-ass there is and he didn’t even vet her? He just let Oksana handle it? WHATTTTTTT

The tequila isn’t poisoned. She put something on the shot glass, probably? That’s why they had Chicho talk about how Oksana was killed at the beginning. Right?

So Kostya has been elusive all season. Fucked everything up. And he dies as soon as he meets her? WHAT. Just like that. This is so deflating.

Uhhhh, listen, I get it, Teresa is obviously gonna make it out of here. But why have Kostya’s guys not shot her in the head yet? This is very unrealistic. They wouldn’t hesitate. She would be on the ground in a second.

WHAT. NO. WHY IS POTE HERE. GO AWAY. YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO STEP UP, CHICHO.

I wish Pote had died. A final sacrifice for his family. That would have been his redemption. And I’m not apologizing for anything I just said. Full offense. Not sorry.

“You had enough on your plate.” Are you KIDDING ME? Yo WHO THE FUCK DOES CHICHO THINK HE IS? Making decisions for the boss? That’s not…that wouldn’t happen, helpful or not. Teresa would kill HIM. Know your place. Wow how nice of the writers to screw Chicho up.

“I’m only legit until Devon decides I’m not” So…okay. Jeresa have definitely talked about Devon and made the sniper plan now, right? If she’s saying this?

“Can you shut down operations in New Orleans and meet us when you’re done?” “Of course.” That’s the goodbye, isn’t it? We’re still on track for the sniper plan?

“When everything’s settled I’ll send for you.” Uh. Maybe KA is safer in Little Rock. But you’re gonna leave her out in the wind for an indefinite amount of time? OKAY.

“He may not be as nice” LOL

Omg this is like the most continuous dialogue James has had all season and it’s wasted on DEVON

Personally not a fan of this very predictable James-was-still-under-Devon’s-wing-the-whole-time because I think it’s lazy writing. Very lazy. BUT I bet in James’ mind, he’s for sure been pretending and this whole time whenever he’s been sitting boo-boo faced in the corner moping, he’s been planning out how to tell Teresa and going over the plan of how she’s going to “die” and they’re going to disappear. So he could tell her and they could execute it perfectly when the right time presented itself. Right? And that’s all going to be shoved into like the last few minutes of the finale, isn’t it?

Ah okay so sniper James is going to shoot Teresa through the window to make Devon think he followed orders. They WERE multitasking in bed. 😂😂

I knew it. I fucking knew it. It’s exactly the ending to this episode we all expected.

Finale preview: soooooooo Teresa is barely in it because she’s “dead” and we have to watch Pote carry out her “wishes” for most of it until it’s safe for her to come alive again? COME ON.

#qots spoilers #qots 5x09 #qots #queen of the south #teresa mendoza #james valdez #jeresa #pote galvez #kelly anne van awken #kote #boaz jimenez #devon finch #chicho nolastname #i have opinions they are unpopular

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CAN YOU TELL ME MORE ABOUT MAN GUY... he sounds very inch resting to me

YES UES YES. so man guy hosts 'generic baking show'! it is very much a normal baking show & he's just a normal man (lying). but essentially man guy on the outside is your fairly average joe! but there's always something Off about him. his jokes with the contestants don't quite make sense, his smile is always a bit too wide, he's always just a bit too cheery. otherwise, he's just...Too normal. he's the epitome of "i am soooooooo normal btw". also he talks like a sports announcer a bit

#ask away #mallow tag #oc: man guy #wip: generic baking show

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Nicole woke up staring at her ceiling with a sigh. “Alexa, turn on the first plug.” She said with a groggy tone but the AI turned on the Christmas lights around her room anyway. Rolling over to face her dog, she smiled as Kennedy snorted. “Good morning to you too bud. Gotta go outside?” The dog excitedly agreed and licked her face before hopping off the bed. “Alright, let’s go.” The two made their way downstairs and she let him out into the backyard. She smiled at him as he went off sniffing around the backyard. She went into her kitchen, grabbed a mug and started up her Keurig machine. After placing a k-cup into the slot and starting to brew her coffee, she did a few stretches. The dirty dishes in the sink caught her glance a few times along with the several ingredients spread out across her countertops. With a sigh, she grabbed her two-thirds of the way full-with-coffee and added an adequate amount of creamer before letting Kennedy back in. Nicole stopped to give him a treat before the two of them made their way back upstairs. She would normally set her coffee on the nightstand on the right side of the bed before crawling back in but she noticed there was something on it. As she got closer, she could tell it was a post it note and what was on it caused her to chuckle. She set her mug down on the opposite corner before sitting on that side of the bed to read it. It was a little note that said call me with his number and a small doodle of a spider from daddy long legs. She couldn’t help but smile as she recalled her joke she made towards his height the night before. Reaching back across her bed, she grabbed her phone off the charger and put his contact information in as daddy long legs. Opening up a new text conversation, she took a photo of the sticky note before texting him.

July 23 10:47 AM

Nicole: uhm, thank you for this? :) (crying laughing emoji) (attachment: photo of sticky note with spider drawing and his phone number) Chris: Ah, I see sleeping beauty has woken up. Nicole: yeah, yeah, yeah. How’s DC? Chris: Pretty good, on my way to a luncheon actually. Nicole: yikes, well I hope they actually give you some decent food. Chris: I know it won’t be half as good as the food in Texas. Nicole: damn straight, i’m having leftover pizza for breakfast as we speak Chris: Soooooooo jealous (crying single tear emoji)

July 26 2:47 PM

Chris: (Selfies of him and Dodger) Chris: I’m telling him about his new buddy! Nicole: you two are the cutest Chris: How’s Kennedy doing? Nicole: He’s good! I got his little kiddie pool full of water and he is just happy as can be Chris: That’s great, I hope they can meet soon. Nicole: me too :) they'd have a bunch of fun running around the yard together Chris: Oh definitely. I ordered Dodge that tennis ball launcher thing and he LOVES it. They have a common interest!

July 29 7:13 PM

Nicole: movie night :) Chris: Oh yeah? What are you watching? Nicole: Please tell me you know that your own movie came out on netflix today lmao Chris: Oh boy. Nicole: You know, I didn’t think I would like you with long hair but...fuck Chris: I hope you’re actually watching the movie and not just ogling at me. Nicole: I am!

August 4th 4:57 am

Chris: Shooting is about to go into full swing here so if I seem rushed or don’t reply right away, that’s why.

9:22 am Nicole: no worries! :) Same thing applies for me but when I’m streaming or filming so I get it. Nicole: I hope you have a fun day at work? That’s a thing for actors right? A good day? An interesting day? A productive day?

6:21 pm Chris: (crying laughing emoji) I’ll take all of it, thank you. Are you free?

8:56 pm Nicole: Not exactly, break time on stream. Doing some lunges while eating some string cheese, Ken is using the potty. Chris: Oh? How long have you been streaming today? Nicole: Four hours almost, I’d say this game is hard but I think I’m just not good at stealth or shooting games. Chris: I see, I see. Remember, stretches and water! Nicole: yesssss daddy long legs, talk to you after? Chris: I gotta head to bed, but I’ll talk to you tomorrow for sure. Nicole: okay :( i hope you sleep well and have a good start to your work day tomorrow.

August 7th 6:38 pm

Chris: I asked dodge for a backrub and all I got was a sloppy kiss to the face. (selfies of him and Dodger) Nicole: awwwwww :) Hard day at work? Chris: Been a couple of long days, yes. Nicole: well i would happily give you a backrub. Chris: Then what are you doing girl, get your ass up here. Nicole: we both know we have to work :(

August 16th 2:42 am

Nicole: CHRIS!!! WHAT THE FUCK?!?! I just watched Before We Go!!!!! WHY IS THERE A CLIFFHANGER?!? I NEED TO KNOW WHAT THE NOTE SAID Nicole: THAT IS SO RUDE I COULD CLEARLY SEE WORDS ON IT!!!!

5:33 am

Chris: Baby, you know I didn’t write the movie, right? Chris: Either way, it’s open to your interpretation. Do you want them to end up together?

8:37am

Nicole: I don’t know… I just want them to be happy. Nicole: and they were so happy together.

2:42 pm

Chris: See, so no cliffhanger. In your mind they’re happy together. Nicole: I guess :(

August 17th 7:16 PM

Nicole: I miss you so much, my bed is very empty now that you’re not in it. (selfies of her in skimpy pajamas) Chris: Shower looking empty too? Nicole: hardy har har Chris: Cmon, that was a good one. Are you really still pouting from yesterday? Nicole: maybe.

The few weeks had gone by fairly quickly, the texts had gotten a little less infrequent, and they seemed to be settling into the long distance rhythm of things. They were still facetime-ing each other every night that Nicole wasn’t up late streaming, but he would always try and facetime her when he had free time. It was an early Thursday afternoon when she got a call. Accepting it and setting her phone up so it could rest against the computer screen she smiled at her phone screen as he waved to her, “How’s filming going?”

“Oh it’s going good, we’re getting closer to the end of filming. We’re just doing a lunch break and wanted to see what you were up to.” He shut the door behind him before sitting down on the couch.

“I’m just editing some of the videos I’ve filmed this week. My friends are supposed to message me when they get off work so we can find out what games we’re playing this weekend.”

“Oh yeah, what are the options?” He asked while trying to find something to prop up his phone.

“Well we finally finished Wolfenstien: Youngblood. The game that we’ve been waiting for, Telling Lies, comes out tonight so we’re going to play that probably on Friday. We might just play Overwatch on Saturday.”

Chris finally got his phone propped up before opening his bag, “What’s the Telling Lies game about?”

“It’s a sequel to a detective game, I don’t know how to explain it.” She paused to laugh slightly, “Basically there is a big database and you search keywords to access different videos and you have to piece together what happened in the case. It has the really gorgeous girl from Love, Simon in it so I’m excited.”

He playfully raised an eyebrow, “Is this you giving me twenty-four hour notice to dump me?”

“No!” Nicole said with a loud laugh, “I just, she’s pretty to look at it. What’s for lunch today?”

“Ham sandwich, salt and vinegar chips, a pickle, and apple juice. Did you eat today?”

“Yeah, I had an acai bowl this morning, but my morning was like not even two hours ago.”

Chris nodded while chewing a bite of his sandwich and she smiled at him as she pulled her legs up onto her chair, “So, I sent the video over to Nick and the other lady so they could review it.”

“Why didn’t you send it to me?” He asked with a small pout.

“I didn’t know you would want to see it.”

“Of course I would want to see it… That was our first date, that was us falling for each other. I’d like to see it played back.”

Nicole laughed slightly, hugged onto her leg, “You know I had to edit the bulk of your flirting out right?”

“So, where’s the flirting cut?”

“On my hard drive.”

He smirked, “Can I have a copy of that?”

“I can put it on a flash drive and give it to you next time I see you, yeah.”

“I’d love that.” He smiled before going back to his lunch as they continued to talk about their plans for the rest of the week.

August 28th 6:12 pm

Chris: Hey beautiful lady. What are you up to? Nicole: getting ready for stream (selfie) Chris: You look so gorgeous Nicole: Yeah? You digging the blonde hair? Chris: Absolutely loving it Nicole: What’s my handsome man up to at this lovely hour? Chris: (sends photo of lasagna in the oven) Just made some dinner, about to put it in the oven Nicole: Looks yummy, I only had peanut butter toast and some apple sauce. Chris: Please tell me you’ve had actual food to eat today. Nicole: I had eggs and bacon today, it was when I woke up but the answer is still yes.

September 8th 11:48 pm

Chris: Hey, strange question, are you up? Nicole: Yeah, why? What’s up?

Nicole was taken off guard by the facetime call coming through her phone. “Uhm, Alexa, turn on the first plug.” She checked her hair and appearance in the camera before hitting accept to see him lying on his side shirtless in bed, “Hey. How are you doing?”

She smiled as his accent came through her phone speaker, “I’m doing good, just finished streaming like an hour ago. How are you?”

“I’m good, I’m good. Y’know, I actually got to tune in for a little bit.”

“You, uh, you did?”

“Is that okay? The game looked interesting.”

She nervously laughed, “No it’s fine, I just didn’t think you had a lot of free time and if you did have it I didn’t think you’d be watching me play video games.”

“I keep most of my nights free, sweetheart.” He smiled as he saw her blush and look away from the camera. “How have you been? I know it’s been a while since we’ve actually talked.”

“I’ve been alright, sent over the final edit to your manager and the three other people on that email thread yesterday. Kennedy ate a bee last week so that wasn’t fun but I sent you that picture at the vet, uhm…”

“Yeah, I’m sorry I forgot to follow up on that. He doing okay?”

“Oh he’s great now. He was coughing for a few days after but he’s good. Uhm, I’ve been watching your old movies while on the couch with him.”

“Oh really?” He raised an eyebrow before adjusting his place in bed, “How is that going?”

Nicole laughed slightly, “Uhm, Not Another Teen Movie was truly an experience.”

Chris couldn’t help but laugh, “You didn’t like it?”

“I didn't say that. It was just very much not what I was expecting.”

“Oh yeah, and what were you expecting?”

“I guess I just wasn’t expecting a stupid comedy. That sounds like such a dick thing to say but I watched Red Sea Diving Resort first and I really thought all your movies would be like that. It was different, like the two were on very different ends of the spectrum.”

“Did you watch anything else or did you give up after that?”

“I watched Playing It Cool and I really liked that one actually. But first, Not Another Teen Movie happened, so then I put on Gifted and grabbed a bottle of wine and cried on my couch.”

“Gifted is a really good one, and Playing It Cool was a lot of fun to make.”

Nicole smiled, “I didn’t even mean to start watching them. I just… You said you were busy filming and I missed you. I had nothing else to do so in my mind I was like maybe if I watch his art I’ll miss him a little less.”

“I guess the missing is mutual then.”

Her breath caught in her throat for a moment, “It is?”

“Of course it is. I wish I wasn’t so busy, I’d come back down there so we can make that pizza.”

“Oh yes, the infamous take home kit I didn’t tell you about.” She smiled as he laughed. Rolling over on her side, she propped her phone up against her water bottle before laying back against the pillow. “Do you work tomorrow?”

“Nope, I’m off for four days. Go back on Saturday and Sunday so we aren’t as much as a hindrance when we film in public locations. Did you-uhm.. I don’t know how to ask this.” He paused with a laugh looking her over, “What happened to the blonde? Was that a wig?”

Nicole reached up and pulled on one of her curls, “Yeah, I wear a lot of wigs.”

“Is...That a wig?” He asked cautiously, causing her to giggle and shake her head. He raised an eyebrow leaning into the camera waiting for her to explain, “This isn’t a wig. This very curly coily afro is my natural hair.”

Chris nodded in response, “So, when I was there was it straightened or-

“I was wearing a wig when you came over, yes.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously serious.”

He couldn’t help but smile, “That was a really great wig, I didn’t even think twice about it.”

“That’s kinda the point.” She said with a little laugh watching as he propped his phone up on a pillow next to him.

“So, that’s your natural hair with nothing done to it?”

“This is my hair taken out of the braids, so the curls are looser than they normally are. I’m going to wash it tomorrow and then it’ll be really small tight coils. But when it dries it's still very big, coily, extra thick hair.”

“Why didn’t you wear your hair like that when I was there?”

“I just...It’s complicated really but the short answer is I think I look better in wigs.”

“I think you look beautiful right now.”

“Well, thank you.” She said quietly, hugging tighter onto her pillow before looking at him, “Maybe next time I see you I’ll make sure my braids are out and you can see it.”

“I’d like that...How does taking time off work for you?”

“Well, it’s not often that I do but when I do I plan ahead. You know, you record more videos so they can continue to post. I put out a tweet like hey guys, I’m sick or visiting family. Streams are postponed but videos will continue, I’ll be back later, yada yada.”

“You wanna come stay at my house for two or so days?”

Her eyes widened at his question and she had to wonder if she had even heard him right. “The fuck?”

“I mean, if that’s overstepping just forget I-”

Nicole started to laugh nervously, “No, no, I’m just extremely excited that you want to spend time with me and my brain just shot out the first thing that came to mind. I am so sorry.”

He laughed that beautiful laugh and she smiled, “So, Boston or around there or something… Uhm, when?”

“Tomorrow.”

“T-tomorrow?” “Yeah, we could fly you out tomorrow, stay the night, get two full days, and fly home the day after that. I’m filming this show. It's only like 30 minutes away but I would feel bad pulling you away from your work and then making you sit here all day until I get home.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind…It would probably be super weird for me to be alone in your house though, you know what. Forget I said anything. Yeah, I think I could throw a bag together and head over. Do I just go to the airport and ask for the pilot or how do rich people things work?”

He laughed, “Well don’t call it a rich people thing for starters because that makes me really uncomfortable. But the building is sort of by the airport you guys have there, it’s on the other side of it all. I’ll send you the address and then I guess it’ll be five your time. I'll text you what FBO it is and the time. It won’t be before nine because I know you don’t like waking up super early. Uhm, but yeah. We’ll get you all set up. Do you wanna bring your dog?”

“I can bring my dog?”

“It’s a private jet, why not?”

“A private jet? They just go whenever you want that fast?”

“Well, I called them while you were streaming and I figured if you couldn’t take time off at least I could go down and see you.”

Nicole couldn’t help but smile, “You were gonna come down and see me again?”

“Of course, baby. I miss you.”

“I miss you too.” She took a deep breath before nodding, “Alright, so do you want to stay on the phone with me while I pack for our little trial trip?”

“A trial trip?”

“I didn’t say that.” Nicole let out a nervous laugh as he spoke over it, “No, no, you gotta tell me now. What’s a trial trip?”

“No, Chris. It’s stupid. I was thinking out loud, I couldn’t stop my mouth.”

He smiled, “Tell me.”

“You know, a trip to see if this could even be something. Short and sweet in case things go wrong.”

He paused with a nod, “But what if things go right?”

“Well, I guess we will plan for the next trip when I get back home.”

He couldn’t stop smiling, “Okay, I’m gonna get some sleep since it’s almost one thirty in the morning here.”

“That’s understandable. I’ll talk to you soon.” She said blowing him a kiss as he waved before hanging up the call.

(Next Chapter)

#rewrite the stars #chris evans fanfiction

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thr-333 · 4 years ago

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Mismatch- Part 23

Bio dad Bruce Wayne month 2020

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“How long were we gone?” Marion asks her, as they run through the halls back to class.

“Ahhhh,” The Akuma hadn’t been that hard but it still took time, “forty-three minutes,”

“It’s not that bad,” Marion shrugs, slipping as they turn the corner.

“Not that good either,”

“Now what would make you say that?”

“Marinette! Marion!” Lila’s shrinking greets them the second they open the classroom door, “Why would you leave me to do all the work?”

“Oh I see,” Marion whispers to her, she gives an ‘I told you so’ look.

“They had already completed more work in the three minutes they were here than you have in the past forty,” Damian sneers, Marinette watches with amusement as Lila visibly forces down the snarl.

“It’s meant to be a group project,” Lila’s lip quivers as they reluctantly take a seat at the table.

“Is that why you’ve spent the whole time talking to others and stealing their ideas?” Damian raises a brow, and hot damn if only she could film this.

“I wasn't stealing them, they wanted to help me out since my group abandoned me” Lila turns ‘innocent’ eyes to the tables near them, “Right guys?”

“I never said you could use our ideas,” One of the Gotham students looks upset as she talks.

“Plus you didn’t actually talk about the project only yourself,” The other says, focusing on the worksheet in front of them.

“You could have at least tried to join another group,” Damian points out, gaming back Lila’s attention as she tries to defend herself, something about not wanting to upset the twins.

“Do you guys not like Lila?” Mylene, who was put with the students asks.

“Not really,” The second one shrugs, looking up from his worksheet for Mylene, “all she does is talk about herself and try to guilt you into feeling sorry for her,”

“Huh, I guess” Mylene shrugs, Marinette doubted they could break her out of Lila’s web, “Well Lila has a lot of achievement even with her disabilities,”

“Yeah, I don’t know,” Mylene looks shocked at the first Gotham students' tone.

“Mm, you get kind of good at reading people growing up in Gotham,” The other says, leaning back in his seat, “I would avoid her when walking down the street,”

Marinette looks away from their conversation, not wanting to see that look on Mylene’s face any longer. Instead, she focuses back on Damian and Lila still locked in a heated argument.

“Someone looks like their about to murder Lila,”

“Oh sorry, I’ll reel it in,” Marion says deadpan, not looking up from his paper.

“Not you, him,” Marinette nudges him, making him look towards the pair.

“Oh,” Marinette can only sigh as a grin splits his face, “You want me to handle it?”

“Are you going to diffuse the situation or focus the blood lust on yourself?” Marinette asks instead.

“Hahaha, don’t be ridiculous,” Marion’s grin widens as he bounces over to the pair, leaning against Damian’s head, “Hey Dami,”

“Cheng-Dupain,” Damian tries to glare at him, giving Lila the chance to escape, naturally going crying to Rose and Alya, “Why do you insist on clinging to me?”

“Ummm, cause it annoys you why else?” Marion leans over to get in his face, not shrinking away from the scowl.

“Dupain-Cheng can you explain his behavior?” Damian turns to her, even under the weight of Marion.

“No, but he backs off if you hit him hard enough,” Marinette slides into the chair across from him, curiously his group members nowhere to be seen.

“Nette how could you!” Marion places a hand on his heart, “I am insulted you would think so little of my dedication,”

“So I cannot remove him by force?” Damian asks despondently.

“No, he’s like a leech-”

“Hey!”

“-He’ll fall off when he wants to,” Marinette shrugs, fiddling with her backpack.

“Everyone is so mean to me Dami!” Marion collapses against him, although he doesn't sag under the weight, “Don’t you feel sorry for me?”

“I do not,” Damian tuts, focusing on his book, “Do not call me Dami,”

“I’ll stop calling you Dami when you call me what I want,”

“And what would that be?” Damian asks with disinterest.

“Big brother,” Marinette gives him a warning look, just getting a wink in return.

“Absolutely not,” Damian snaps, trying again to push him off, not that Marion will budge, “We aren't even related, Dupain-Cheng tell him-”

“Big sister, call me big sister,” The look of utter betrayal on his face was completely worth it.

“I thought you had more sense than to feed into this rumor,”

Won't be a rumor for long

“Think of it as reverse psychology then,” Marinette shrugs instead, that news would come later today.

“That is unlikely to work,”

“What if we called you little brother then?” Marion leans back over into his line of sight.

“ No ,”

“No fun,” Marion shakes his head.

“No fun at all,” Marinette agrees.

“Cheng-Dupain you are an idiot,”

“Is that so?” Marion grins, getting up but not before ruffling Damian’s hair.

They watch as he practically skips to the front of the room handing a stack of papers over to the teacher with a flourish. They read over it with a frown that slowly melts into approval. Even if they can’t hear they can tell Marion is being congratulated, confirmed by him walking back seconds later with a smug grin. While the rest of the class rushes to finish off the project.

“What now little brother?”

“Impressive,” Damian's tone doesn't betray any sense of being impressed, “Of course I finished it in the first fifteen minutes of class,”

“Dami, I haven't even been here for fifteen minutes!” Marion cries out, taking a seat at the table instead.

“Tt” Damian reluctantly admits, “... that is true,”

“Are you conceding defeat?”

“ No ,”

“I think that's a yes,” Marion nods wisely under Damian’s glare, pointing to Marinette, “Nette write this down,”

“I hereby officially declare Marion the winner of the first challenge issued,” Marinette recites, doing her best loopy handwriting in her sketchbook, “As such he has the ability to bring this up every time Damian calls him an idiot, this will be valid for three years,”

“I never issued a challenge,” Damian’s face twists up, still looking betrayed that Marinette would go along with Marion’s game, but it looked like Damian needed some fun in his life anyway.

“Is that really how you want to spend your objection?” She asks instead, rolling up the paper and handing it to Marion.

“... Three years is excessive,” Damian corrects, just as the bell rings.

“Ops too late, bells going!” Marion jumps up before he can protest further, “Alright let’s go!”

With that Marion starts pushing Damian out of the classroom. They get halfway out of the building before Damian breaks off to grab something before leaving. The twins loiter around in the empty halls while Damian takes his sweet time.

“Uh-oh, Satan's envy approaching,” Marinette doesn't need to look down the hall to know Lila is headed their way.

“Hi Lila, can we help you?” She asks politely, but not polite enough to look at her as she does.

“Just because these stupid Gotham kids don’t believe me don’t think anything has changed,” Lila finally release all the spite that had built up over class into her tone. At this point, Marinette was willing to bet they were a form of stress relief for her.

“Are they stupid?” Marion considers, leaning against the wall, “They don’t believe you, I would guess that's the bare minimum of intelligence,”

“Everything will go back to normal at the end of the week!” Lila shrieks, “Well leave Gotham, I’ll make up some lie about you and everyone will hate you again!”

“Lila, what makes you think we care anymore?” Marion drawls, honestly they had much bigger things to worry about today than Lila, “It’s been so long I have no desire to be their friend again,”

“Then I’ll have to step it up!” Lila smiles nastily, Marinette catches Damian at the end of the hall phone out and has to keep the smile off her face, “Everyone will hate you so much they’ll really bully you and make your lives miserable! Do all the things I say you do to me!”

“Like push you down the stairs?” Marinette raises a brow, subtly nudging Marion to look at Damian.

“Yes,” Lila crosses her arms, looking smug.

“And destroy your property?” Marion catches on, even braving a little wave to the camera.

“Yes,” Lila scowls like they’re stupid for not understanding.

“Spread nasty rumors about you?”

“Yes!” She snaps at Marinette.

“Every time you’ve ever lied that we were mean to you?”

“Yes!”

“Great,” Marinette claps her hands, looking over to Damian. “You got all that?”

“I did indeed,” Lila pales as he comes up behind her, “I suggest you keep to yourself and not influence my decision on what to do with this footage more so,”

“I- you can’t- wait!”

“Get out of my sight,” Damian scowls, it being a lot more effective on her than Marion as Lila scuttles away.

“Dami have I told you that I love you?” Marion grins, giving Damian a side hug.

“Don’t be melodramatic,” Damian tries to push him off but Marion just latches on tighter.

“I loooovvvvveeeeee you soooooooo much,”

“That's it I’m no longer sending this footage to your class,”

“Dami nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,”

Marion somehow, somehow manages to keep it up until they reach the car. Alfred promptly forces Marion to drink a glass of water much to Damian's relief. Since Marion had ruined his voice with his little stunt there wasn't anyone to fill the silence. Marinette kept trying to distract herself, looking out the window and fidgeting with her clothes, they were in for quite the show, which would be great if they weren’t the main attraction.

Marinette can see Damian keep glancing over at her. She can see how he goes to say something several times before stopping himself. It breaks her heart to see him become more downcast the longer they ignore him. She looks to Marion for support, but he just taps his fingers to an erratic beat. He meets her eye just grimacing, she nods relieving the pressure from him. The atmosphere in the car grows stifling on the too-long journey to Wayne Manor. Marion practically leaps out of the car before the car even rolls to a stop.

Marinette follows Damian out of the car, watching as he walks more stiffly to the manor. She follows without the easy silence they usually have. They are guided to a room where everyone was waiting, technically family or not Bruce had given them a brief of every last one, and had likely done the same for them.

“What's going on?” Is Jason's immediate question, Selina slips into the room behind them.

“Is this about the rumor?” Tim asks, papers in one hand coffee in the other.

“Yes!” Marion points at him, nervous energy coming through his erratic movements, “And no,”

“It's really less of a rumor and more a very lucky guess,” Or unlucky depending on how this goes , Marinette adds privately.

“…. What?” Dick asks confused, everyone else either in thought or with dawning realization/horror.

Bruce slides a sheet of paper forward, on it a genetics test she isn't going to ask how he got a hold of.

“WHAT!” is chorused across the room, making Marinette flinch at the noise.

“Welcome to the family,” Dick pulls the two into a group hug, and is this what Damian feels like when Marion hangs off of him? The big brother hug?

“Wait... but who…” Tim trails off, looking far too tired for this conversation.

“Selina,” Bruce looks uncomfortable with all eyes snapping to them.

“Of course,” Jason mutters with a surprising amount of venom, knuckles white.

“This is unacceptable!” Is Damian’s outcry hands slamming onto the DNA test, she can feel Marion flinch beside her.

“How long have you known?” Dick turns hurt puppy dog eyes to Bruce, the hurt behind it making even Marinette’s stomach churn.

“What about-” Jason cuts himself off, glancing at the twins mysteriously.

“Excuse me” The twins jump at Alfred’s voice talking quietly to them, they get released by Dick who goes to Damian, getting brushed off, “But it may be best to give them all some time to process,”

They nod, slipping out of the room with the butler, leaving behind a mess of yelling as the door closes. They stand outside in silence for a moment before Marion breaches it.

“Well… that went well,”

“Ah Patrol the perfect place to ignore feelings and take them out on other people,” Marion stretches, looking over Gotham city. Marinette shakes her head at his antics, focusing instead on the fight in the alley below.

“Seems like we’re not the only ones,” She watches as Robin tears through the goons one by one, alone with violence she hasn't seen from him yet. Marion looks down as well, being the first willing to get in between the angry Robin and his angst.

“Hey there little bird,” Songbird drops down into the alley, Robin doesn't even spare the two a glance, “Let's try not to give the doctors a harder time than usual kay? I mean it’s Monday no one wants to deal with that,”

“It’s Tuesday,” Robin smashes another face in as if the date was the main complaint about what he was doing.

“Right, regardless, what's up?” Sparrow moves forward to take down the last thug in a much… nicer way.

“Nothing,” They both match him with equal stares of disbelief until he caves, “... my position is being challenged,”

“For Robin?” Songbird asks, something in Robin’s posture gives him away, “I know we joked about the name but we weren’t-”

“Not you,” He snaps, grappling hook taking him out the alley.

“Civilian life then?” Sparrow guesses, following him onto the rooftops, “We know a thing or two about that,”

Robin ignores them speeding up to run across Gotham. They let him for a while going to a spot that had a great view of the city. Marionette nods at Songbird when Robin lands on a gargoyle.

“I don’t know who they are, so I can’t speak for them,” Songbird lands in front, cutting off the best exit for Robin to jump to the next building, ignoring his look of irritation, “But I know you’re amazing and skilled enough not to be replaced,”

“Doesn't matter, that's just the way things go,” Sparrow lands behind them, crossing her arms as Robin seems to debate with himself, “Besides... it’s not just regarding skill,”

“Did you talk to them about it?” She asks, he pivots around to look at her, or rather glare, “Do you even know they want to take your place?”

“... No,”

“Alright then, just consider that maybe they’re not trying to hurt you,” Songbird rests a hand on his shoulder, which he surprisingly allows. He guides Robin to sit down as they do, looking over the city from atop the gargoyle.

“... This is how all the other Robins have been replaced,” He says after a time.

“And what? After that they all went ‘oh well guess it’s time to live a quiet life’,” Songbird’s comment lessens Robins frown, it might even be able to be classified as a smile for him.

“No, of course not,”

“Then there's no need to worry,” Songbird shrugs, kicking his legs no fear for the street far below him. “If you do get replaced, and I don’t think you will,” Sparrow adds quickly, “I have no doubt you will become something even greater,”

“... I’m meant to become Batman, it’s my birthright, and now it’s being challenged,” Robin reveals likely fatal information in the wrong hands, she prided herself in the trust that he thought they were the right hands.

“Again, talk to them about it,” Marinette suggests, rubbing a small circle into his shoulder.

“... They don’t even know?” To that Songbird bursts with laughter, offense crossing Robin's face.

“They don’t know then why are you panicking?” He laughs, lessening the tension in the air, “You’re worried they’re going to claim a title they don’t even know about,”

“....” Robin goes silent after that and they let him mull it over for some time. Marinette can tell Marion is judging when it’s best to pull him out of his spiraling thoughts.

“Heard you beat Sparrow on the swings,” He says randomly, looking out over the city, “Bet I could top you,”

“Yeah right,” Robin scoffs, relaxing a bit as he is broken from his thoughts.

“Well you see I have a secret,” Songbird conspires in a soft tone, despite literally no one being around to hear.

“And what would that be?” Robin sounds condescending, but she picks up the hint of keenness underneath it all.

“Singing,” His grin gives Robin pause.

“First of all that's a horrible strategy, putting energy towards singing instead of swinging,” Robin decides after a minute, “Second you’re horrible at secrets,”

I’ll have you know I’m an excellent secret keeper,” Songbird stands, ruffling Robins hair despite the look of indignation he gives, “So rest assured this conversation stays between us,”

“... All of Gotham is going to know by the end of the night aren't they?” Robin gives Sparrow a flat look, she smiles.

“Yep,”

“HEy!”

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