#me showing up at the theatre: be normal be normal be normal be normal be no

[justasillylad]

we all joke a lot about “don’t eat in costume” but man. as someone who did h&m&c SERIOUSLY DON’T. we didn’t even make the costumes; they were rented but it was still so stressful (*cough* the kids who full ass left the theatre to buy and eat food [normal] IN FUCKING COSTUME)

the renting was stressful cause it was super expensive; i can’t even imagine pouring so much time and effort into making the costumes just for people to fuck it up by being disrespectful and reckless

i have soo many stories of people being super disrespectful to me when i was on crew and i literally only worked on two shows

hey guys

If you're in cast

don't be a dick to crew

please

be careful w your props as well

I once spent 5 hours painting a set only to have to make a new one from scratch because an asshole on crew, knowing i made it, kicked a hole through it.

[aroacewxs]

hey everyone do you ever think about how much of rui's love for nene is stored inside nenerobo

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

sometimes..so.etimes they change something even after the premiere. sp you appear and watch an entirely new and prolonged monologue. and it's like. FUCK YEAH.

[emotinalsupportturtle]

the main reason I will always be obsessed with David Tennant is that fundamentally, we share the same mental illness

[melto]

i hate dating apps so much. but what else is a guy supposed to do when he just goes to class and work basically.

[thatgirlwhokeepsreading]

Fine. Taking my autistic-with-shitty-parents ass and watching Bluey. Maybe I will cuddle Dotty while I do so for the full experience. I feel like you sick bastards just want to see me cry

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

(Context: I am Level 1 autistic and sometimes experience verbal shutdowns)

Things I appreciate someone doing if I’m upset and cannot talk:

- only asking one question at a time

- asking yes/no or binary questions instead of vague ones (Ex: “do you need space?” instead of “what do you need?”)

- being okay with not receiving an answer at all, and moving on (or rephrasing questions if necessary)

- accepting gesture, sign language, and/or AAC without pointing it out as unusual or joking about it

- offering comfort items or distractions, and allowing me to choose whether or not to use them myself

- treating me with respect and not talking down to me; there is a difference between being gentle and treating me like a child

- not assuming that I will regain speech as soon as I feel better

- letting me joke around and participate in conversations without speaking, even when I look happy and calm

- choosing communal activities that are low-key and don’t rely on verbal speech, such as watching a show, painting, or looking at memes together

- understanding if I need space, and leaving me be if I walk away from a conversation or leave suddenly

- letting me use comfort items and stim, even if it looks weird to you

- understanding that saying words =/= having full speech again; I usually regain echolalia before being able to generate my own sentences

[aberooski]

I need a new job

[mars-ipan]

gonna go just a little crazy

[halfpastdead]

in honor of my twelfth paramore show tonight i peeked to see what songs i've never heard live and i am posting for me

AWKIF

All We Know (not played since 2007, think they need to bring it back for the nostalgia)

Brighter (played at Parahoy 2016 & 2018)

My Heart (played at Parahoy 2016)

Riot!

Hallelujah (played at Parahoy 2016)

Fences (not played since 2013, another need!)

We Are Broken (not played since 2008, I get it)

Born for This (played at Parahoy 2016, would love this in the new era)

Paramore

Grow Up (played on Parahoy 2014, 2016, 2018, one of my fave self titled)

Interlude: Holiday / Interlude: I'm Not Angry Anymore (Parahoy 2014)

Escape Route (Parahoy 2014 only, this song means a lot to me I'd be happy to hear it)

Native Tongue (never played, would be very surprised if ever)

After Laughter

Tell Me How (Art + Friends 2018 only)

Additional

Decoy (last played 2009, not part of Riot! US release)

Monster (last played 2013, absolute banger should return)

Hello Cold World (Parahoy 2014)

In the Mourning (pulled out of decade retirement especially for Grand Ole Opry 2023)

Renegade (Parahoy 2016, harder to sing than All I Wanted arguably lol)

[wordsinhaled]

i’m so totally normal about the fact that aziraphale’s last (known) deliberate foray into the queer community was when he learned the gavotte at the fictionalized hundred guineas club (!!!) in the 1800s and now in the 2020s he’s like “grindr? what’s that?”

many are talking about his repression which is very valid… and yet the thing to me that stands out about aziraphale is that he’s actually… incredibly stable in his identity and that identity IS incredibly queer. queer by the standards of heaven AND by human standards as well

metatron describes his “de facto partnership” with crowley as “irregular.” and in fact aziraphale in his entirety is irregular. he likes and makes it his business not only to understand but to be a connoisseur of all manner of things angels aren’t supposed to even remotely care about. food. music. books. theatre. sleight of hand. and more.

it’s the sort of behavior that would’ve gotten him othered, treated as a bit odd, in heaven even if he hadn’t chosen to consort all across the earth with a literal demon. and it IS treated that way - the fact is aziraphale even as an angel has got proclivities that set him apart from the rest of the host (even after offering him the highest position in heaven, metatron still acts deeply dismissive of him… like aziraphale’s bookshop is merely a quaint little hobby of his that can be easily transferred to another custodian, and not a literal extension of who aziraphale has become, full of his tartan and unique bibles and special vintages of wine and the books arranged in a very specific way)

so. aziraphale is a queer angel but of course he’s also queer to other humans. but in such a way that… he had his realization a LONG time ago, and put the matter very much to rest after that. aziraphale is perpetually something like several centuries behind schedule. he owns an ancient computer that probably continues to run windows 98 simply because aziraphale’s decided it should. he wears the same waistcoat and coat for generations because he simply likes them precisely the way they are and sees no reason to change them. but the idea that he doesn’t know how he comes across to others - of course he does. he knows he looks like your prim and proper grandfather and he prefers it that way

aziraphale looked around at humans in the 1880s and said: ah yes. this is where i fit. and promptly ensconced himself in that queer subculture. learned the gavotte. read his austen. loved crowley from afar. aziraphale is fiercely and vibrantly queer. just with the sort of assurance of someone who lives with his lover in a commonlaw marriage for decades and then shows up at city hall for the certificate once society decides it’s ‘allowed.’ like… he hasn’t had any need to know what grindr is because aziraphale’s ‘scene’ was a century and a half ago and it defined romance for him too.

but my favorite thing about aziraphale is how much of him is about appearances versus the truth. he can lie straight to angels’ faces and sleep at night. he knows he comes off soft but he once wielded a flaming sword. he dissembles helplessness but he’s far from it and he knows precisely how it makes others treat him. and at the core of aziraphale is rigidity, inflexibility of ideas… his sense of self is stable where crowley’s is malleable, and so on, and so on

and the fact that he’s continuously fixated on trying to misguidedly do the right thing, the fact that he seeks heavenly approval and wants to fit the world into his schema of good vs evil… in no way do i think that means he isn’t one hundred percent aware of how he feels about crowley or what it means about him by angelic or human standards. i’ve seen some folks saying that aziraphale doesn’t want to like kissing crowley and like… as much as i love me some brideshead revisited/atonement flavored angst; i put forth that it’s not internalized homophobia or queer panic but simply: “i’m trying to do the right thing for both of us and you won’t let me.” and “i wanted our first kiss to be different.” he was envisioning an entirely different flavor of romance than what he got but he emma woodhoused too close to the sun

like, y’all. aziraphale in all likelihood has a glorious collection of historical queer erotica. he just has a feathery diva coat hanging in his closet, and for what. “oh, good lord” he says at crowley’s revolutionary outfit in the bastille, while eyeing him up like an entire meal. he’s so good at affected propriety, at carefully constructed stuffiness, but between the two of them aziraphale’s got to be the one who has experience

aziraphale had been physically throwing himself at crowley the entire season. he orchestrated an entire regency ball so they could touch hand to hand. he spends the entire season (well, and season 1) looking at crowley like he’s particularly coveted. he looked at crowley before the fall like he was glorious and beautiful. aziraphale’s queer and he knows it and i think that isn’t his problem, it’s the fact that he wants to build a different sort of future for the two of them but crowley’s gone and thrown a wrench in it by reminding him of everything he can finally have. like. that’s the heartbreak. it’s how dare you make this ugly? i forgive you for our first kiss being all pain and salt. it’s my dearest, i wanted to make heaven as beautiful as you deserve. as sacred and safe for us as our bookshop. and i can do that for us, because once i held a flaming sword and i still remember how the hilt felt in my hands. and now the taste of you is in my mouth.

[angelsrcute]

⌗ THEM FUCKING THEIR DARLING AT A MOVIE THEATER. 𐙚˙⋆.˚

(´∀｀*)ε｀　) ౨ৎ N–sfw content !! ; Dom!Alhaitham, Ayato, Tartaglia + Sub!F!Reader ➜ cws: Exhibitionism (Movie theatre), fingering(Tartaglia + Alhaitham), riding(Ayato), clit stimulation, raw + unprotected sex, almost getting caught, praising, dirty talk(Tartaglia). ᡴꪫ‎

꒰ † ੭ — For the event! + I'm sorry this took so long!! but I hope you'll like it.（×_×；） req by @vieannee

⌗ ALHAITHAM would shove his fingers in your cunt, your face all red with embarrassment as you try to bite back moans. Well, he really isn't a fan of romance movies, it's just not his cup of tea but he'd do anything for his darling. While watching the movie, he didn't expect a sex scene but he suddenly got turned on by the noises. So now he's here, a hand on your mouth so that the others can't hear his sweet little lover. He's definitely enjoying this too! Two of his fingers stretching your cunt out while his other hand rubs slow circles on your puffy clit, I mean, if someone really paid any attention, they'd hear the sinful noises coming from the back. Guess they're really enjoying the movie, huh?

“C’mon now, you wouldn't want others to know what we're doing here, do you? I'll fuck you properly when we get back home, so be a good girl for now.”

⌗ AYATO would book a whole ass theatre for you, having you sit on his lap while he plays with your hair, the sex scene in the movie caught him off guard, he got a boner too! Well, no one is here anyway, you riding him wouldn't hurt anyone, the sound of skin slapping filling up the room along with your mewls. His hands guiding your body up and down, groaning at how good your cunt feels, praising you. The guard coming inside the theatre and asking if everything's alright made him stop his movements, hands covering your mouth as he acts normal. His voice so calm, like he wasn't just fucking you.

“Ah yes, do not mind us, everything's fine, my lover feels a bit under the weather, I'm taking care of her, you see.”

⌗ TARTAGLIA would just tease you throughout the movie, commenting on how cute you look while blushing during some romantic scenes. He didn't know this movie had a sex scene! Well now he's blushing as his eyes flicker to you. Gloved hands covering your mouth to cover your noises as he scissors your cunt open with his fingers, hitting your sweet spot that made your eyes roll back. Whispering dirty words to your ear.

“Hey is it me or the sounds are too loud, like it's happening in this room” “Dunno man, I don't hear anything, you're thinking too much.”

Poor dudes, they didn't know there was a live show going on behind them, only if they turned their heads!

Taglist: @blueberrisdove

[signedkoko]

Alastor | Stolas | Vox [Comfort]

In which the two of you bump into your abusive ex who just arrived in hell.

You and Alastor always went on walks through hell together, since you enjoyed exploring the outdoors and he enjoyed people watching

Normally things were relatively peaceful, most, if not everyone, knew the radio demon down to every detail, and avoided him at a mere glimpse

He enjoyed telling you about things that reminded him of his past, or encounters he'd had just down the street, while you listened and observed with awe

Unfortunately, your usually peaceful walk was rudely interrupted by an obnoxious shout in your direction

There was someone who looked severely out of place, likely having just fallen, stumbling towards you with a seething grin

Alastor was already annoyed the moment anyone interrupted him, but even more so at the fact that this individual was shouting obscenities at his darling

Nevertheless, he stood stoic by your side, only glancing down at the shorter individual with an animalistic twitch in his eyes

" Can't you hear me, fucking bitch! You're the slut who put me down her- "

Once your hand gripped onto Alastor's wrist, tugging him, the man's head was sliced clean off, smashing into a building across the street and leaving a visceral splatter

Alastor was already removing his wrist from your hand to wipe the blood from his cane with a handkerchief

Once the body hit the ground with a thud, he had his arm around your waist and lifted you over it, continuing his walk as if nothing had occurred

" And that impeccable diner over there! I just have to take you, it reminds me of my many evenings after the late shows! "

Stolas had heard enough about the life you lived on earth, each momentous day and each sad tale that made up your story

He knew he was never able to protect you up there, and vows to do so now that you are by his side in the afterlife, offering an eternity of protection

Inevitably, he understood some people who had hurt you would eventually find themselves down here, and that some may try to hurt you, so he refused to let you wander alone for too long

It didn't even have to be him, so long as someone he knew could protect you was nearby

Unfortunately, the first to find you was the worst possible individual

The one who had raised their hand so many times to you, and left you with scars Stolas wished he could erase along with every worry

It was one of your date nights, visiting some upper class restaurant after having washed a romance in theatres

You were both dressed to the nines, laughing in one another's company and waiting for the cab you'd called since you'd finished sooner than expected

The both of you climbed in, only for the doors to instantly lock, tearing off without any word or signal from either of you

Stolas laughed it off for a moment, asking the driver if he already knew your destination, though he stopped when he noticed your eyes locked onto the rearview mirror

" Already moving on to someone else? Think I'm not good enough for you? "

The voice was calm but eerie, aimed directly as you

You looked horrified, and Stolas' heart raced as he connected the pieces together

One moment, the car was racing down the road, and the next, you were in the royalty's arms being carried away from a totalled car burning up in flames

You'd only blinked your eyes

Stolas held you tighter that evening, and refused to let go for weeks after

Vox was an extremely busy person

So unfortunately your intimate time together was rare

Despite that, Vox always invited you into his studio with him while he worked, so at least you'd be near one another and he could know you were safe

I mean, you were always safe so long as he could reach you, and modern tech was everywhere in hell nowadays

But he was extra protective since he'd learnt your ex had entered hell

Had he told you? No. Did he feel guilty about it? Yes.

But he just didn't want you to have to worry, and seeing you happily working away at a new project or hobby without a care in the world was just so, so...precious

Eventually he knew he would have to crack the news, but he hadn't anticipated your ex would find you so soon

It was a late night in the studio, with Vox overlooking several large screens as countless information transferred to and from his own database, analysing every media and algorithm

You were behind him, sat in a leather armchair, reading one of the many books that lined the book shelf he kept around as decoration

People came in and out of the floor through an elevator, though as the time got later, the frequency dwindled down severely

When it dinged for the first time that hour, neither of you were too bothered, Vox continuing without a flinch and you looking up for just a moment

Your gaze never went back to your book, though, stuck on the face that had a hateful sneer aimed straight at you

The phone in your pocket dinged with an alert, something about your heart rate increasing drastically in too short a time, and the information registered into Vox in milliseconds

" Finally, I fucking found you! "

One step out of the elevator, and the door clamped shut around their second leg with a loud crack, forcing your ex down onto one knee

Vox only turned to you, ignoring the wailing figure

" Oh man I really should have told you they were here! You can yell at me after. "

The suited man then walked towards your ex as the doors slowly released, kneeling down in front of him with a cackle

" Pathetic. Freak. "

Vox kicked them back into the elevator, and you heard the thing drop at high speeds back down the skyscraper

Security would handle the mess

Author's Note - I wanted to write for some of my favs to get us started off, and went for a prompt I see pretty often. If you like what I do, please consider sending in a request 🖤

[monamipencil]

loser! wonwoo

genre; nsfw, some fluff, mdni <3 | tw; oral, (f. receiving), outdoor sex (but not public), unprotected sex (don't do this), he's such a loser, masturbating (m.) | a/n; no wonwoo fic is complete without some nasty pussy-eating. 😌

loser! wonwoo who, as you guessed, doesn't get laid as much as other guys his age. which is completely fine, and he likes to focus on academics anyway.

loser! wonwoo whose sleep schedule, if not ruined by his disruptive habits, is ruined by all the boners he conjures in a single night. which, again, is completely fine because he doesn't jerk off as much which induces more nightly erections.

loser! wonwoo who's a good acquaintance of yours and used to act normal around you. or, at least that's what you think.

loser! wonwoo who always had a small crush on you but kept it hidden. and yes, the first time you smiled at him, it got him all sweaty and hard.

loser! wonwoo whose bubble breaks after a wet dream about you. he fucks his hand in the middle of the night, quietly groaning your name. he curses you and your fucking tight tops that always shows off your tits.

loser! wonwoo who doesn't take the hint that he's being hit on. or, he does but denies it. why would a girl like you hit on a guy like him? it doesn't make sense to him.

loser! wonwoo who's tired of finding explanations on the internet to validate his being. whether it's not getting laid as much or having constant boners, or turning down your attempts to flirt with him, it all points to one thing. he's the biggest fucking loser to grace the earth.

loser! wonwoo who cannot stand the sight of you flirting with soonyoung at all. and he knows you're doing this to mess with him. he smirks after catching you check whether he's looking or not for the hundredth time.

loser! wonwoo whose last straw is you kissing soonyoung's cheek. but what the fuck is he supposed to do? should he barge in and whisk you away? but that's out of touch with reality and he can only watch in a trance.

loser! wonwoo who gets snapped out of his trance when you appear in front of him like witchcraft. you don't say much but offer him a glare and pass him a movie ticket. “at 7pm today, pick me up.”

loser! wonwoo who does as you said. he nervously waits for you, fiddling with the leather jacket that he borrowed and fixing his hair a thousand times.

loser! wonwoo looking into a mirror and fixing a stray hair when you finally meet him outside your apartment. you try stifle your giggles when he awkwardly greets you but a part of you feels like you maybe forced this date on him.

loser! wonwoo who's freaking out because you look fucking gorgeous and his dick decides it wants to greet you as well.

loser! wonwoo who has a hard time, hiding his boner and being a gentleman at the same time.

loser! wonwoo who visibly tenses, noticing that the theatre is ... empty? his heart beat quickens and he notes your expression too. but you seem unfazed, like you expected this.

loser! wonwoo who nearly dies from palpitations as the screening starts. still no one in sight. he tries out every method known to humanity to calm down.

loser! wonwoo who freezes when you shift closer to him, thighs pressing against his. he removes his jacket when he notices that you feel cold and drapes it over you. you thank him and kiss his cheek.

loser! wonwoo who absolutely did not have a internal breakdown at that. the cold air bites his skin and his growing boner does not help at all.

loser! wonwoo who loses it when you press your chest into his biceps and look at him with your needy eyes.

loser! wonwoo who gropes and squeezes your tits. he pinches your nipples, rolling the bud between his fingers. you moan, letting him do as he pleases.

loser! wonwoo who makes out sloppily with you. he kisses you so deeply, tongue gliding over yours. his hands wander all over your body, eager to learn the crooks and nooks of it.

loser! wonwoo who bruises your skin, sucking and biting it. he gropes you, in every way he's imagined.

loser! wonwoo who fucks you with so much need. he pants, removing his pants and boxers in a hurry. the need to be inside you was greater than being caught.

loser! wonwoo who moans so prettily as he thrust his hips up, meeting yours in a hurry. “god, you're so wet. fuckk-” his eyebrows knit and his lips bruise from the sheer pressure of his teeth.

loser! wonwoo who comes in no time as you clench and milk him. you groan in unison when he pulls out, releasing his seed all over your thighs.

loser! wonwoo who apologizes and immediately gets on his knees to eat you out. he sloppily kisses your cunt and sucks on the little bundle of nerves.

loser! wonwoo who uses all the tips and tricks he read on the internet to make you cum. he presses his tongue flat against your heat, licking up a broad stripe. he noses your clit, while his tongue prods at the insides of your cunt.

loser! wonwoo who fucks you with his tongue. you moan, hips bucking into his face as he pushes his tongue in and out of you. his calloused fingers rub your clit, throwing you over the edge.

loser! wonwoo who makes you cum all over his face. his glasses fog up and your juices coat his chin and lips that shines under the light from the big screen.

loser! wonwoo who brings you home to fuck you again. he just can't seem to get enough of you. and god, was it good to live out all his fantasies with you.

loser! wonwoo who pounds you into his bed every chance he gets. and he just gets better and better at it.

loser! wonwoo who also fantasized about sharing his interests with you and taking you out on cute dates.

loser! wonwoo who's over the moon when you share his interest in books and video games.

boyfriend! wonwoo who loves when you cuddle up next to him as he plays games on his phone.

boyfriend! wonwoo who's still such a loser for you.

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[chestersturniolo]

“Do you think I want this? To keep you hidden like some dirty secret?”

Chris Sturniolo x fem!reader

based on this request

- angsty angsty angst, resolved!

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Chris sat across from you, his eyes down, his fingers nervously picking at the edge of his hoodie sleeve. You could tell from the way his jaw clenched that he wasn’t taking what you said well.

“Chris, I just… I want us to be normal-” you said softly, trying to ease into it. You leaned forward, your elbows on your knees. “-we’ve been together for over a year now. It feels like I’m hiding from your life, I just want to be part of it”

He shook his head “You know why we can’t do that-” he said firmly “-It’s not that I don’t want to. I do. But you’ve seen what happens when anyone even thinks we might be dating someone. The rumors, the hate… the threats”

Your chest tightened. You had seen it, firsthand. Some of the girls in their circle had faced vile messages just for being friends with Chris or his brothers. It was toxic, vicious. But you weren’t some random girl from the internet or just a casual friend. You were his girlfriend, the person he loved. Didn’t that matter more?

“But we can’t keep doing this, Chris-” you pressed, your voice rising with frustration. “-I love you, and I know you love me. But this… sneaking around, hiding from the world? I don’t know how much longer I can do it…”

Chris’s eyes flashed with concern, but then the stubbornness took over. “Y/N, I care about you. The minute we go public, you’ll be a target. They’ll tear you apart, and I can’t stop that-” He ran a hand through his hair “-so i wont let it start”

“Well I don’t want to hide anymore!” you exclaim, louder than you meant to, but you were at your breaking point. “I want to go out on dates like a normal couple! Dinner at actual restaurants, walks in the park, watching movies at the movie theatre—in public, not just on your couch, hoping no one’s watching your house!”

Chris stood up, starting to pace the living room. “Do you really think it’s that easy? You don’t know what you’re asking for!-” His voice was louder now, echoing through the space. “-once it’s out there, we can’t take it back. There’s no turning it off. I just… I’m trying to protect you”

Your heart ached at his words, but you couldn’t shake the hurt that was building inside you. That had been building inside of you for months and months. “You’re not protecting me, Chris. You’re suffocating me”

The silence after those words felt suffocating in itself. His pacing stopped, and for a long moment, the two of you just stared at eachother.

Chris’s pacing picked back up, his frustration more apparent with every step. “Do you think I want this? To keep you hidden like some dirty secret?-” His voice cracked, and you could see the pain in his eyes. “-You think I don’t dream about being out there with you, showing everyone how lucky I am? But I’ve seen what they do. You’ve seen it! It’s not fair, but it’s real”

You clenched your fists, trying to steady your voice, but it came out shakier than you wanted. “I know it’s real, Chris. But I’m not some fragile thing you need to protect from the world. I can handle the hate. I can handle the rumors. What I can’t handle is pretending I’m not with you—like what we have doesn’t even exist outside of these four walls!”

He rolled his eyes in frustration “And what if you can’t handle it? What if they come after you, after your family, your friends? They don’t just stop with hate comments, you know that. They’ll dig into your life, they’ll twist everything. I don’t think you really get how far this can go y/n!”

Your frustration surged, the bubbling anger finally spilling over. “Of course, I get it, Chris! I’m not naïve. I see the way people talk about you guys, but I love you, and I’m willing to take that risk. I’m sick of feeling like an outsider in your life!”

“You’re not an outsider!-” Chris snapped, stopping his pacing again to look at you, his voice desperate. “-You’re my whole life, and that’s why I can’t let you get hurt like this. I can’t do it”

“You’re not letting me choose, Chris!” You stand from the couch, stepping towards him. “This isn’t just about you. It’s my life too. I should get a say in how we live it!”

He froze, his jaw tight. He took a deep breathe, before lowering his voice. “I’m trying to protect you..why can’t you see that?” he says, dragging his hand over his face.

Tears of frustration welled up in your eyes as you fought to keep your composure. “Because it doesn’t feel like protection—it feels like control. I want to stand next to you in public, and if that comes with hate, then so be it. I’m not afraid of them. I’m afraid of losing you because we’re hiding something that should be real”

For a second, it looked like Chris was about to respond, but he just stood there, defeated, staring at you like he didn’t know what to say.

“Maybe you’re right” you said softly, grabbing your bag off the couch. “Maybe I don’t understand how hard this will be. But I know I can’t keep living like this”

Chris reached for you, his eyes pleading

“Y/N wait , don’t go, please. Let’s figure this out”

But you couldn’t. Not now. Not when you felt like you were drowning in this fear he refused to let go of. You needed air, space, time to think. Without another word, you left, the door closing behind you far too loudly, sealing the argument inside.

~~~

Days passed without a word from Chris. Each night felt heavier than the last as you lay in bed, staring at your phone, waiting for a text that never came. You missed him. Despite the fight, despite everything, you missed him.

By the time a week had passed, the silence between you was unbearable.

It was a surprise when you heard the knock on your door that night. When you opened it, there was Chris, looking as disheveled as you felt. His eyes were red-rimmed, like he hadn’t been sleeping much either.

“Hey…” he said, almost inaudiible

“Hey….” you echoed, stepping aside to let him in.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. You stood there, facing each other in the middle of your living room, the weight of the past week like a fuck off elephant in the room.

“I..I’m sorry-” Chris finally said, “-I hate that we fought. I hate that you felt like you had to leave. But… I’ve been thinking about what you said”

You crossed your arms, unsure if you were ready for what he was about to say.

“I know I’ve been too protective-” he continued, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “-I just… the thought of something happening to you because of me? Because of who I am? It messes with my head ma, n I couldn’t live with myself if you got hurt because of this. Because of us”

Tears stung your eyes, but you blinked them away. “Chris… I know you’re scared. I get it. But I’m scared too. I just… I want to be with you-” you trail off , the tears you tried to blink back now rolling down your cheeks “-i want to go public chris” you whisper.

He nodded slowly, his expression softening. “I know. And you’re right. We’ve been together long enough to deserve that. If this is what you want, we’ll do it. But… we have to be careful. I don’t want to rush into it and then regret it later”

Relief washed over you as you stepped closer to him. Chris pulled you into his arms, holding you tight. “I don’t want to lose you. And if going public is what you need… then we’ll make it work. I just need you to know it won’t be easy”

You rested your head against his chest, taking a small shaky breath. “I know it won’t be easy. But I’d rather face it together than keep pretending like we don’t exist”

He sighed, his hand running through your hair. “Then we’ll do it. But… let’s be smart about it- slow, one step at a time, m’kay?”

you nod against his chest “We’ll be okay”

Chris pressed a kiss to the top of your head, squeezing you close,

“We’ll be okay”

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a/n; thankyou sm for the request! loveddd writing this!!

also chat i think im suffering with a small case of writers block, so im sorry for the lack of posts fic wise but im tryna push through, love you all

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MC's magic going wrong 😱😰

or right depending on ur outlook on life ig

warnings: swearing, mentions of death (extremely brief and only notioned towards), physical affection

You hadn´t thought much of it at first when you got back to the human realm. Everything went back to normal. Or as normal as it could be.

Your mother and father sobbed when they saw you, stating how they though´t you were lying in a ditch somewhere in the stretching countryside. You´d lied, told them you were away on a residency based apprenticeship, that you were sorry for worrying them. Your siblings showed signs of worry you never thought they were able to feel for you. Thus you were being babied for a month or so.

That´s when it started.

At first, it was more corvids at the bird feeder in your garden than usual. Then it was stray cats. Then inexplicable black and white feathers dusting your clothing and hair.

Your mother smiled picking out the ivory feather from the confines of your unbrushed hair, "Oh! Your guardian angel´s been watching over you!" she says playfully, an old wives´ tale, nothing too serious.

You tense for a moment, before laughing with her. "Well I´ll take it as a good sign." Stupid old wives being the smartest people.

At first it was easy to brush off.

Then your father started getting lucky, he hadn't been one to gamble persay, putting a few coins in on a bet for the horse racing or the football was a regular occurrence, sometimes he won,sometimes he didn't. The difference of a few silvers, a share bag of sweets basically, made no real strain on your belts. But now, he was winning left right and center. Winning amounts that shouldnt be possible based on the amount he input.

Though, after you woke up to cats and corvids staring at you unblinkingly, in your room, with a few flies and insects on the walls, and your bedsheets covered in feathers and scales of all colours and sizes, enough was enough.

You were going to give those nerds a piece of your mind.

After shooing the animals out, (making sure to pet the cats), you picked up a lipstick, and channeled your pact magic before drawing a circle with various symbols on the floor,

You stilled, "Ah, shit. I dunno how to do this, i mean half of those symbols are angry faces and squiggles...." but ever the theatre nerd, you improved.

"I, MC, call upon the power of my pacts with the Avatars of Hell! and, using their power; a portal to the Devildom shall open for me!"

And a portal did open for you. Unfortunately, not to the best place. As you travelled through the time pocket you ended up stumbling once you made it to the other side, the stumble turnt into a tumble turnt into a fall. Unluckily for you, the thing you fell on was toned flesh and chuckling heartily, you were in Diavolo's lap.

"It's great of you to drop by MC!" He says, his massive hands pulling you further into his frame.

You cover your face with your hands, now noticing the various other nobles in the council room who are staring at their Prince, attempting to mask the fact their jaws are going to hit the floor.

Atleast the Brothers weren't there, but Barbatos' half polite smile half smirk and Diavolo whispering various playful musings of, "Did you miss me that much little human, we missed you too.", and "Summoning a portal illegally into the Demon Lord's castle and onto the Demon Princes lap...tututut." almost made the brothers seem like a mercy....

...almost.

You couldn't tell if this was a win or a lose.