#shorter sentence means more depressing mood | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

imnothingbutpoetry · 3 years ago

Text

Happy Tears

Howdy people!

How are you? I hope that you are all fine and healthy during these times.

Today I have to show you some cute drabbles of our best boys in Haikyuu!! in a quite peculiar situation.

(I got a little carried away with these drabbles. This was going to be shorter, but, you know me - you really don’t -)

Please enjoy this writing, and constructive comments are always appreciated!

Once said this, let’s get into it!

--------------------------------------------------

Pairings -> gn!reader x Bokuto Kōtarō / Tendō Satori / Yamaguchi Tadashi / Lev Haiba (separately)

Warnings -> Fluff and happy tears

Synopsis -> People always associate tears and cries with sadness, grief, and worry. But how would some of our boys react to a s/o who starts crying from happiness?

Words-> 4667

--------------------------------------------------

Bokuto Kōtarō

Bokuto Kōtarō is a ball of fluffiness that needs constant affection, praise, and cuddles. If he doesn’t have that, he will fall into a pit of “emo feelings”, becoming his depressed self.

For this reason, all of his past partners never lasted long enough to finally get to know the boy: he was too much to handle for people who only wanted him for his looks and popularity, leaving Akaashi to look after him and take him out of his sad seasons.

Or at least, that was until he encountered you. You were someone who was willing to pamper him through his gloomy days and encourage him to be his best version, looking behind his pretty face and the popular agenda he was used to relating to. For this reason, he vowed to care for you and make you the happiest person to ever step on the earth.

Your duty as Bokuto Kōtarō’s partner was quite easy: give him cuddles, love, and baked goods, and he will be putty in your hands, as well as the happiest boy on the earth. Being his partner was a hard job that you were delighted to have, because, in return, the lover boy made you the happiest person on this planet, giving you lots and lots of love and kisses.

For this reason, you couldn’t understand how his anterior partners couldn’t keep up with the boy. You could tell that Bokuto was the sweetest person you ever met, and he was the most beautiful human, on the inside and outside, that stole your heart and protected it with all his care.

Because of this, when you overheard some of Bokuto’s classmates talking bad about your partner, you lost all your sense of rationality and went there to kick some asses.

“Who do you think you are, talking like that about a guy who is better than you in every aspect?” You stomped towards the two guys, who stopped talking at your abrupt appearance.

Looking at you up and down, one of them continued talking. “And who are you to interrupt us?” Laughing, both of the guys shared another look. Bitches.

“If you didn’t know, I’m Bokuto’s partner by the way.” At this, both of them paled a little bit. There may be some “rumors” about the volleyball captain's partner slapping someone because they were making fun of their boyfriend’s emo-mood. Yeah, “just” rumors… Well, continuing where we were. “So if you have anything bad to say, you can put your opinions up your a-”

When you were finishing the sentence, a hand on your shoulder silenced it. Turning your head, you saw Bokuto standing next to you. His presence alone was sufficient to make the boys storm off, leaving you and your boyfriend alone.

“Hey babe.” Bokuto said gloomily. That’s when you knew that he also heard what those two guys were saying earlier.

“Bokuto!” Hugging him, you started speaking again. “Baby you don’t have to listen to anything that these boys tell about you. You know how amazing you are and how beautiful and precious you are, and how you do everything from the heart, and how yo-”

“Y/n, it doesn’t matter, really.” Bokuto undid the hug you both were sharing, and you could see behind his eyes. He was affected.

“No Bo you don’t understand, you can let them talk bad about you, you can’t-” At this point you were speed-talking, and a glimpse of tears could be seen in your gaze.

“Y/N!” Bokuto shouted when he saw that tears started falling from your eyes. “Baby, babe, pup, what happened?” Whipping the crystal tears from your cheeks, Bokuto started caressing your face and neck.

“It’s just that-” Sniffling, you launched yourself at Bokuto, who caught you between his chest and arms, with one of them in your back, and the other gripping your thigh.

“Come on pup, what happened?” Rubbing your back and giving you a little peck on the cheek, your boyfriend tried to draw out the motive of your intense crying. “Are you ill? Do you need me to take you to the nurse's office?”

“No Bo.” Trying to recompose yourself so you could speak, you gave the bicolored-haired boy a soft look, which was even softer by the redness of your face. “It’s just…” Breathing in, you explained to him what was bothering you, and why you seemed so upset with those people before. “It’s just that I can’t stand people making fun of you. You are a beautiful person who always makes other people your top priority. Why does it matter if you need more cuddles than other people? I will always be here to take care of you, because I know that you will be here to take care of me. We are a couple, and my duty as your partner is to make you happy and content. My duty is to make you feel loved.”

With this little speech, Bokuto was the one that started tearing up. Then, it was his turn to speak. “That’s why you are crying? Because some other people made me upset?”

“That’s not exactly the reason.” Smiling through your tears, you gave the captain one of the brightest smiles he had ever seen from you. “I am crying because I am so happy that you are my lover, Bo. I’m crying because I never had someone like you before, and seeing other people make fun of you made me realize that I want to protect you and make you feel the one and only in this world. Baby, I am crying because I love you so much that I didn't know how to express it, Bo. Because I love you, and I will always love you.”

When you said this, none of you said anything during what seemed an eternity. You started thinking that maybe you went a little overboard with what you have said, so you started trying to climb down his strong arms. That’s when Bokuto reareacted, and gripping you tighter, he talked again.

“I love you so much, y/n. I think you broke me because I don’t know what to say, and the only thing that comes to my mind is that I love you so, so much. Baby, I love you!” While your boyfriend was saying this, he also started crying, tearing his eyes up with salty tears, while he hid his face on your neck.

This nearly broke you too, as your love for the boy seemed to increase with his sentence. What happened next, it’s something that both of you will remember as the happiest peak of your relationship, and the moment when you realized that you were a perfect match. For this reason, you couldn’t think of anything better than to shout “I love you’s” with your boyfriend.

“BO I LOVE YOU!”

“Y/N!”

“BOKUTO!”

While you were shouting each other’s names while crying and hugging with an incredible force, you didn’t notice a certain black-haired guy who was watching you from afar. The guy’s name was Akaashi, and upon seeing the scene in front of him, he let out a long sigh. Today, he wasn’t only left to take care of a sad burrito, but of two lovers who couldn’t stop crying and bawling their eyes out. Today Akaashi was going to be a nanny, but for his two friends, he would go to the end of the world and back so they could stay safe and sound and cry without anyone getting in their way.

Tendō Satori

My my, this boy is an interesting one, and I think that he doesn’t have the recognition that he deserves.

Contrary to popular belief, I firmly believe that Tendō isn’t a yandere who will take pride in hurting you. So please stop making him like this, it isn’t his personality.

Said this, in my opinion Tendō is someone who will make “his paradise”, his pet name for you, the happiest person on earth, taking them to weird and unusual dates, but ensuring that his partner always has a smile on their face. So imagine his bewilderment when you start randomly crying on your date to the zoo.

“Come on my paradise, or we will be late to see the birds.”

“Tendō, we are running towards the zoo, we can’t possibly be late when they open in an hour!”

This conversation is the one that you have with your boyfriend Tendō Satori, while you both are running towards the zoo because he decided that today he wanted to see wild animals when in the first place, you were going to have a movie date in your house.

“What happened to Ten-Ten, my love?” The red-head then stops running, causing you to crash against his back. Thank god that he had your hand in a firm grip, because if it wasn’t, well, then you would have crashed against the cold hard floor.

“I would have called you Ten-Ten if we were walking, you know I don’t play volleyball like you!”

“And? A little adventure it’s good for everyone.”

You look into each other's eyes, and then you both start laughing with stars in your sight.

“Okay, you got me there Ten, but can we stop for a minute or two?” Running out of breath you push Tendō towards a bank in a small square, where your boyfriend sits down and pushes you on his lap. “We still have time, you know?” Caressing his face, you both kiss. When he breaks it, he starts talking again.

“I know, but, I just wanted to see the birds with you.” Putting his head on your shoulder, he lets himself relax a little bit.

“Ten-Ten, you may be able to fool your enemies in the court, but you know you can’t lie to your partner.” Tendō raises his head and looks directly into your eyes, as if trying to decipher the meaning behind those words.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that I know you, babe.” As you talk, you let your hand play with his own, tracing his bandaged fingers and giving each one little kisses as you continue with your explanation. “I know the look in your eyes when you are lying to me. Maybe in the court this gaze is transformed into something indestructible, but with me, you know that I can understand each one of your glances.”

Tendō hugged your waist and gave a tiny kiss to your neck and shoulder. He always does this when he is nervous or excited about something.

“Well…” He starts talking while his eyes wander far from your form. “Maybe it’s not the birds what I want to see.”

“Then what do you want to visit, Ten? Do you want to return to my house and watch the new movie that you wanted to see with me?”

“No!” Exalted, he nearly shouted the word to you. Then, when he was a little calmer, he continued with his rambling. “What I really want to see is your smile.”

With his statement you turned your head towards his, and this time it was your turn to put your head on his shoulder. Giving him a tiny smile, you asked him with curiosity. “What does that mean, Tendō? You always see my smile when I’m with you.”

“Yeah, I know, it’s just that…” Your boyfriend stopped talking and you gave him an encouraging kiss on his head. Then, he continued. “You always make things for me, and do whatever I want, so I wanted to return you the favor.” Tendō grabbed your hand and interlocked your fingers with his bandaged ones. “At the zoo for today they will put this new section with a petting zoo of sheep and llamas and alpacas, and I know how much you love these animals, so I thought I could bring you there to see your smile while petting them. You always have this sappy smile when you talk about how you would like to pet an alpaca, so I thought it would be a great idea. I was just thrilled to see you happy, so I wanted to get there as early as possible.”

“Tendō…” Saying his name with a whispering voice, you were suddenly overwhelmed with all this love. You were on the verge of crying, and your boyfriend took notice of this too.

“The idea was that horrible? You look like you're about to cry.” Putting his hand on your cheek, he continued. “Do you still want to go to the zoo? We can just get some ice cream in the park next to your house.”

With this final sentence, abruptly all hell broke loose and you started bawling and tearing your eyes out.

“Babe?! Y/n why are you crying? We don’t need to go to the zoo if you don’t want, we can-”

“No no, it’s not because of the zoo.” Sniffling, you started explaining the motives of your crying. “It’s just because I’m so happy Ten-Ten.”

Tendō looked at you weirdly, but still with worried and loving eyes. “Are you crying because you are happy?”

“I know it’s weird but, it’s just,” Making a pause to recompose yourself, you finally looked straight into his eyes. “I am so happy right now with you. Nobody ever cared that much for me, nobody loved me as you do, and I certainly never have loved someone as much as I love you.”

You grabbed his hands, and you looked into his eyes as if it was the first time that you did so. “Tendō, I love you so much. So, so much. And you remember everything that I say, and you make me so happy. Yes, I want to go to the petting area of the zoo with you. I would like it so much.”

At this, your boyfriend got your face between his hands and gave you a little smooch. “My paradise, look at me. The shine of my eyes it’s because of you, because of how happy you make me. I would do anything for you. But babe, you don’t need to cry of happiness. In that case, you should only laugh. I want you to laugh every day, okay?” Giving you another kiss, he pushed you carefully off his lap and stood up with you.

“Now, my paradise, do you want to go to the zoo, or do you prefer crying a little bit more about how much do you love me?”

Giving him a tiny shoulder punch, you grabbed his hand and started running with him again towards the zoo. Even though you cried this day, you can surely tell that it was the best day of your life.

Yamaguchi Tadashi

Yamaguchi has always been at your side.

Being childhood friends alongside Tsukishima, you found yourself falling in love with the freckled boy a little bit more every day, while having to listen to the nasty side remarks the blond boy threw at your side.

However, your friendship ended the day you decided to confess to Yamaguchi, having a tearful final full of surprises.

With the final ring of the school bell, classes finally ended and students were able to leave the school behind. Some people left towards an upcoming weekend full of adventures, and, some other people, left for a full weekend of homework. Thankfully, you were one of the lucky students who didn’t get any schoolwork, having done all your exams and having got good grades.

However, all the calmness that you could get by having a free-work weekend it’s replaced by the nervous feeling of having to confess to your childhood friend, whom you have asked if you could meet tomorrow morning.

“Why am I doing this?” You thought, “Oh right, because Tsukishima said that if I didn’t confess this weekend, he would do it for me” and believe me, it’s better if he doesn’t confess your feelings for you. He can be quite, hum, sarcastic and horrible when he wants to.

While you were lost in your thoughts, a usually nervous boy approached you with a sappy smile on his face. Can you guess who it is?

“Y/n, wait for me!” At this, you jumped a little bit and stopped walking towards the school gates. Turning your head to the voice, you encountered the love of your li-, your childhood friend.

“Yams, what are you doing here? You scared me, didn't you have practice?” Exalted you exclaimed.

“Well, we have a little break. I just wanted to confirm if tomorrow you still can meet me at the park.”

Sweating (when did you start sweating?), you answered. “Of course Yams, I will be there, you know I invited you in the first place.”

“Yeah, I know.” Yamaguchi started rubbing his neck with his right hand, and you swear that one day you are going to die of his cuteness. “And another thing before you leave, Tsukki is coming too.”

NO, No, no, no, “W-what?” if you thought you were sweating before, you haven’t seen yourself now. “Why is Tsukishima coming?”

“Well, he asked if he could come too because he said that he doesn’t want to miss something that would make him laugh a lot. I haven’t understood that part.”

That bitch. “Okay, don’t worry, we will still be together, so no problem. See you tomorrow, Yams.” I swear I can hear his stupid laugh.

“See you tomorrow y/n!” Now running towards the gym door, the boy disappeared, and you know that you never had this enormous urge of killing blondes before.

Tomorrow came earlier than expected, and you found yourself walking towards the park in slow motion. Little steps without confidence were the ones that you gave until you stopped at the large gates of the park.

“You can do this y/n, just ignore Tsukishima.” Repeating this like a mantra in your head, you advanced towards your special spot in the park, a little spot full of flowers and two swings. You always go there with Yams, and every time you end up with flower crowns made by the freckled friend.

“Look who's here already, our little shy friend y/n.” That bitch already. At least I know I have arrived in time for our meeting.

“Tsukishima.” Giving him your nastiest glare, you turn towards Yamaguchi, who is swinging in the wooden plaything. “Hello Yams! How are you?”

“It’s nice knowing that you care for me”

“Shut up Tsukishima, and go away.” Looking at him, you know that he won’t go away that easily. “Oh please lord Tsukishima, go away.” The disgusting things that I have to do for him to leave.

“Well if you insist, I’ll be right there.” And he only steps aside to the tree next to the swings. Well, this has to do.

“What's the matter, y/n?” Yams stands up and touches your arm. “Are you okay?”

Y/n please don’t mess this up. Please please don’t mess this up. Please don’t be nervous, you can do it, please-

“I LIKE YOU!”

…

“W-What?”

Congratulations y/n, you messed up. You really really messed up. And on top of it all, the blonde bitch is nearly falling from laughter. You have to solve this now.

“Okay Yams, I know that this isn’t how I should have confessed but… I really like you, since forever. You are always by my side, and you are what makes my world spin. I know that you don’t feel the same, but I-”

“I like you too, y/n.”

“What?” You look at him, and you feel like crying.

“I also like you… I have been liking you for a long time really, and, wait, are you crying?”

At this point, the pressure finally settled down, and you started sniffling, with tears running down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry Yams, I’m just, so so so happy-” Stopping to clean your face with your sleeve, you continued crying even more. “to be with you.”

“Come on, please don’t cry!” At this, Yamaguchi gives you a bear hug, and you can’t be happier.

“These are happy tears, Yams. I’m just so happy that you also like me!” And more and more tears.

“Well, then you are going to cry some more, because I’m going to be with you from now on.”

Hugging him even more, you nearly tackled him to the floor, and cried even more.

“I love you Yams!” At this, it was Yamaguchi who started crying of happiness, and the people at the park wondered why two teenagers were desperately bawling their eyes out, while looking at you with pity and some disgust.

“You both look ridiculous right now.”

“Shut up, Tsukishima!” And you remained hugging each other until the blonde boy had to separate you two because it was getting late, and lunch was going to be served in each of your homes.

Lev Haiba

With Lev Haiba you know one thing for sure: it doesn’t matter how tall you are, he will always be taller.

Said this, this statement leads to him picking you up on every opportunity that he has, super comfortable bear hugs, and, of course, piggyback rides on every walk home.

Used to be alone all your life, this new and recently acquired affection brings back some tears that you thought you left behind, but this time, the tears have another flavor in them.

Watching volleyball matches wasn’t something that you overly enjoyed, but when Lev was on the court, the matches transformed into a movie that you could spend your entire life watching. Even though the boy wasn’t the best player, and definitely wasn’t the team's ace, all the effort that he put into those matches was something that you could observe forever. Lev was an upcoming star who made some mistakes, but on the court, life seemed to disappear and the only thing that mattered was the ball in front of him, calling for his name.

And while he was on the court, the only thing that mattered to you were his vibrant eyes that shine through the dim lights of the gym and reflect all of his passion for the sport. While he was on the court, you could only view how happy volleyball made him, and how happy it made you that Lev has something he could rely on forever, that he has something that makes his big eyes enjoy the small world he was seeing.

However, the shine of his eyes disappears when he touches the ball, changing into determination and dedication, only for it to return when the ball goes to the other side of the court and makes a point. Then, it’s when Lev would look up at the grades and search for some other eyes. Then, it’s when Lev would search for your beautiful e/c eyes and send you one of his killing smiles, one of the smiles that make your heart engulf your chest, and that makes hundreds of butterflies appear in your stomach.

When Lev gets a point, you know that right after he will be always looking after your gaze, and then it will be your turn to have shiny eyes that demonstrate how proud you are of him, and how much you love the half-Russian guy.

Even though it’s during the match when you are proud of him, it’s when it finishes that you can go next to the guy and actually show him how much it meant to you.

After every game, it doesn’t matter if it’s a practice or a significant one, he will always come running to you in the gym halls, grabbing you and spinning you in an enormous bear hug. While he is sweaty and tired, that doesn’t stop him from showing you his love.

“Y/n!” He would say while grabbing your tights and making you hug his neck so you don’t fall to the floor. “Have you seen me? Have you seen that point?”

“Of course I have seen it, Lev!” You would also exclaim, excited for the Nekoma’s winning. “You were amazing, as always.”

“He could have been a little more observant of the ball, and not of you.” Then, it was Kuroo’s turn to speak, when he usually guided his team to their bus. “He is always looking at the grades after you when you come to the games. Although I can’t complain, he plays better when you are here.”

“Kuroo!” Lev was always embarrassed when his captain talked to you. It was an adorable sight that you witnessed when the taller guy put you on the floor again.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. We are going to go get something to drink at the vending machines, and in half an hour we will be on the bus. If you are not there, we will leave without you.” The black-haired guy threatening your Lev was also a daily occurrence, but he never would leave without the half-Japanese teammate. Or at least, that’s what you two like to think.

“I won’t entertain him a lot Kuroo, don’t worry.” In the end, it was you who put a dot on the conversation, and while the team was going to eat something, Lev was busy talking to you. He preferred talking to you, and that made your heart beat faster each time.

“I know I’m sweaty, but, can I hold you again?”

While starting to blush, you respond. “Of course Lev, always.”

On every after-match you both have this conversation. The Russian asks if he can hold you again, and, who are you to deny that? Then, he goes to the nearest bank and sits with you, while hugging you even more.

“I was thinking about you while making the point. You always inspire me to do my best.”

After a game, Lev transforms into a big teddy bear. He’s tired, and he only wants you to cuddle him before going back to Nekoma’s gym. To make this cuddling session even more comfortable, he gives you his spare team jacket. A red coat that envelops you completely, drowning you in his cologne and his warmth.

“I know Lev. You always dedicate all of your points to me.”

“But this one was more special!”

“Oh yes? And why was this one more special?” You asked intrigued. This was a new conversation that he never mentioned before.

“Well, this one is special because I was thinking…” The boy stops mid-sentence, and you urge him to continue.

“You can tell me, Lev. I won’t tell anyone.”

“This one’s special because I was thinking about how much I love you.” Speechless, you let him continue. “I love you so much y/n. You make me better.” At this, the boy hides his face in your neck.

“Lev…” Hugging him even more, you finally answer the unspoken question that was lingering in the air with a breaking voice. “I love you too.”

“Really!” Separating his face from your neck, he notices something that worries him. “Wait, are you crying? Why are you crying? You just said that you love me… It was a joke?”

“No Lev, it wasn’t a joke.” Sniffling and letting even more tears fall down your cheeks onto his shirt, you continue. “I’m just so happy that you love me, Lev. I’m so happy because I also love you, and I have been dying to tell you this for a really long time.”

“If you are happy you shouldn’t be crying.” When he said this, he approached you and put his hands on your damped cheeks. “If anything, you should be laughing.” Finally, Lev put his lips on top of yours, and you two shared your first kiss.

It was a kiss full of tears, but you couldn’t have asked for a better first kiss when your Lev was the one kissing you and filling you up with an unspoken happiness, that would make you both the two luckiest people in this world.

--------------------------------------------------

If you liked this, please look for my other works!

Kageyama x female!reader x Oikawa angst!

A fluffy bad day (Fluff drabble with Kenma & Hinata)

Tall girls love short boys most (Fluff imagine with Nishinoya)

I’m not a usual writer, but if someone wants to send a request and give inspiration, feel free to do it! My asks are always open!

Thank you so much for reading!

82 notes · View notes

beelspillowpet · 4 years ago

Text

MC with ADHD

((As someone with ADHD as well, I felt inclined to do this!))

Lucifer

At first, doesn’t seem to notice it. Assumes you’re very nervous and express that through fidgeting.

It’s by the time he notices a cluster of symptoms does he begin to wonder if you have some sort of developmental short-comings.

Asks you in a roundabout way why you behave the way you do- trying not to offend but to understand. You may or may not tell him directly if it’s your ADHD or not.

After he realizes its your ADHD, he begins to accommodate you. He doesn’t want to make you feel like it’s all your fault. Will help control your impulses (and money spending) as well as keeping an eye out for signs of depression as well.

Mammon

Is probably the last person to notice it. Probably.

I mean, he’s the most chaotic brother in the family. He has impulsive issues just like you do, and the inability to keep focus on something from time to time is probably the only thing he notices, but doesn’t say anything.

It’s when you get so wrapped up in something that you forget to eat, or go to bed on time, does he begin to realize you may have a problem. You scared him while in the kitchen one night for a late midnight dinner. He thought you were a burglar.

He may ask Satan if he has any idea why you’re like that. Or he’ll just directly ask you. He may think he has ADHD too, who knows? Either way, nothing much changes between the two of you, and you both like that.

Leviathan

Like Mammon, he probably doesn’t realize it at first. He thinks you may be a hybrid of an Otaku and a Normie, or maybe you’re just an Otaku as well if you both enjoy anime.

After all, Otaku’s like Levi tend to get wrapped up in things like that. However, your attention span shifts easily, and it can be annoying when you both watch that Ruri-Chan movie that he really likes.

Being in his room sometimes is difficult, because of all the noises and lights and colors. It can trigger more symptoms, not to mention all the color-dyed foods and sugars you two eat.

Eventually he comes across an anime character that acts just like you, and decides to research them on forums. That’s where he finds out that it’s probably ADHD. After reading up on it, he decides to try and watch shorter animes, and quickly shift through games and other things to keep your hands busy while hanging out.

Satan

This book isn’t even that long, why are you not done reading it yet?

Could you be a slow reader? Well that would be fine. But the book is only about 100 pages long, and it’s been two weeks! Not to mention sometimes he catches you fidgeting with your hair and clothes. Thinks you’re just nervous.

Its when you finish the book and are absolutely in love with the story-telling and characters does he realize you may have some form of developmental issues. It’s been about a month since you finished the book but you still ramble on about them. Sometimes it’s about the same subjects as before.

Since then, he’s decided to help you in little ways that you (hopefully) don’t notice. He reads books to you, and when you start to feel unfocused, he shifts to talking about previous books you’ve enjoyed. When you want to get out of the house, he knows the PERFECT place to take you. There’s a cat cafe down the road!

Asmodeus

Darling, I thought you liked this shade of pink on your nails? Why do you want to change them already? Asmo doesn’t mind it much, he likes painting your nails anyways! Plus, he gets to hold your hand as a bonus~

Your mood swings an be a bit unsightly while around other people. At one point you’re having fun and then the next you’re exhausted and angry and want to go home. It’s only bee an hour but it felt like years to you.

On the walk home, you start rambling about some minor detail that ticked you off about someone, and it startles him. He listens intently, and you start going over details once, twice, and sees something is wrong. Maybe you’re just temperamental like Satan?

No, it’s the ADHD, you flat out tell him. He hasn’t really done much research on it, but when he gets home its the first thing he does. He starts thinking back on all your symptoms, and realizes that large crowds can be a trigger. He tones it back for your sake, he loves you and will support and fight for you!

Beelzebub

You are one hell of a picky eater. Like... you only eat certain stuff. Sometimes, when given the option of something new to eat, or the same old cheeseburger, you seem stuck on deciding what you want. Why is that? Not that he’s complaining- but still its off putting. He doesn’t question it regardless.

Picks up very quickly that your behavior is off. He sits back and thinks about it a lot, especially when you’re irritated and don’t know why. Did he offend you? He’s sorry, he’ll go get some snacks you like as an apology if it helps!

By the third time you’ve lost your D.D.D and ask him to help you look for it (only for it to be stuffed under your pillow after you’ve spent hours in bed that night reading or playing games to will yourself into exhaustion) does he ask directly.

When he realizes that it’s your ADHD (or you flat out tell him) he starts to be much more patient, especially when it comes to food. When you’re done cuddling and watching TV, he suggests you two go on walks. He doesn’t pressure you into coming to his games anymore, especially if crowds scare you. He adores the enthusiasm you have as you scream his name from the bleachers when you do, though.

Belphegor

Literally just doesn’t care. I mean, you are who you are. He can’t change that. But he can make you feel less of a burden because of it.

He probably asks you directly why you don’t sleep much. Especially around him. When you two talk about your dreams, yours always seem wild and chaotic, and you run through your sentences, excited to get to the BIG part of the story. Sometimes you forget important details just trying to get to that big part. Sometimes you over explain and retell the same details.

It’s those mood swings and depression that he catches from time to time that make him worry, however. He spends more time trying to help you get to sleep, thinking that maybe you need a nap to just recharge. He doesn’t mind your fidgeting, as he’s learned to sleep through it. Though your issue of staying up incredibly late does irritate him, he doesn’t push you too much on it.

He lightly teases you about some of your symptoms, though will apologize if he’s gone too far. You’re on your own when you lose your stuff, though. He’s not getting out of his nest to help you find your D.D.D this time!

#obey me headcanons #shall we date obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

324 notes · View notes

scimitar-and-longsword · 4 years ago

Note

I've got a prompt about Joe & Booker brotp 🤜💥🤛 Joe is still very angry with Booker, but the team needs his help for a mission. While Booker tries again to power through his depression by pretending he's doing okay (like he fears that if they saw how mentally unwell he actually is they might resent him even more for not getting better). For the first time Joe starts to see all the cracks in Bookers facade.

On Nony! All my dreams in this one request! Joe seeing Booker’s depression break through a bit is gonna break both his and my heart!!!! ahhhhhhh!! All right, *cracks Knuckles* let’s do this.

—————–

Brothers Fight.

Things happened so quickly.

Joe didn’t have the chance to argue when Andy had suggested they call Booker. Partly because it was Andy, and you don’t argue with Andy. But also because Nicky had shot him a sharp look when he had opened his mouth to argue with her anyway.

The next thing Joe knew, he was sitting on an empty car of a passenger train, staring daggers into the back of Booker’s head.

“Settle down.” Nicky whispered harshly in Arabic.

Joe sighed and shifted in his seat. He relaxed hands he hadn’t realized were clenched into fists on his lap, and switched to looking out the window at the Chinese countryside whizzing past.

It was not at all convenient for Booker to join them from Paris, and they all knew it. It had barely been five years, not to mention the fact that they had already broken his exile once only six months after it started because of the whole Quynh thing.

Everyone else wanted Booker back. Well, mostly Nile wanted him back. At least she was the most outspoken about it.

But Joe could see it on Andy’s face every time Nile brought up that she missed Booker, or wondered aloud what Booker thought of the latest news. Joe had even seen the pain and longing flicker in Nicky’s eyes more than once at the mention of Booker.

Joe just couldn’t bring himself to forgive Booker, not yet.

The train lurched as the track began to turn ever so slightly.

Nicky suddenly got out of his seat and walked to the other end of the car where Nile was sitting. He probably could feel Joe’s mind turning over the Booker issue in his head. Joe knew the whole situation bothered Nicky, but he couldn’t help it. Andy was stretched across the entire row in front of Nile, her feet barely visible where they stuck out into the aisle.

Nicky sat in the seat across the aisle from Nile. She perked up when she noticed him and immediately passed an earbud to him, leaning partway into the aisle so that the cord would reach.

Joe smiled, despite his sour mood.

Watching the friendship between Nile and Nicky blossom had been a joy over the past five years. They had bonded in their love of music, and their religious backgrounds. When Nicky wasn’t with Joe he could often be found entertaining Nile with tales of battles from hundreds of years ago.

Booker cleared his throat and Joe’s attention was abruptly shifted back to his former friend. He felt an ache grow in his chest.

What absolutely lucky and ungrateful bastard Joe had been. To have been gifted a soulmate in Nicky and a brother in Booker and to not realize what he had.

He had wanted for nothing in his long life, not truly. He had lacked nothing. Family, friendship, safety, love. All of it wrapped up in this group. But he had not realized the space that Booker had filled in his heart until he was gone.

When they first found Booker, it had taken Nicky all of two years to start making jokes about Joe having two soulmates. And as much as Joe bristled at the implication, no matter how joking it was, that anyone could replace Nicky, Joe knew what he meant.

Booker and Joe just got each other. Of course Booker got along with Andy, and though it was less obvious, with Nicky too. But Joe and Booker, they were brothers.

They made each other laugh, and enjoyed watching sports. They shared a distaste for modern music and enjoyed hiking and running together.

They had slightly shorter tempers than Andy and Nicky had. And just as often as not the two of them could be found arguing about some trivial thing or another.

Joe never yelled at Nicky, and he hardly yelled at Andy, but fuck if he didn’t have his fair share of screaming matches with Booker over the years.

Despite that though, or perhaps because of it, Booker was his best friend.

Joe knew he had taken Booker’s betrayal harder than anyone else. He’d talked about it at length with Nicky. Even though Joe hated talking about Booker now. He hated thinking about him too. It hurt too much.

Still, he couldn’t hide this, not from Nicky. His heart knew him too well.

Booker cleared his throat again. And Joe sighed, releasing a held breath.

The train swayed slightly as the track straightened out once more.

Booker had cried into Joe’s shoulder for hours on the night his son finally passed from cancer. Joe had spent probably a fifth of his evenings since Booker had joined them watching the man get sloppy drunk, and laughing with him into the early hours of the morning.

Booker’s betrayal had hurt him, had hurt Nicky, and had almost killed Andy. Nile had been dragged into a fight she had not been prepared for within days of learning of her immortality. Joe had stared down the reality of years, potentially decades, of torture for him and Nicky because of Booker.

All of that hurt. But that wasn’t the reason Joe couldn’t forgive Booker, not really.

It was that Joe had no idea Booker was in so much pain. Joe knew Booker was a bit of a brooder, but he also had so much life, and fire within him.

How could Joe not have known? How could he not have seen the extent of the pain his friend was going through?

To have wanted so desperately to end it all, desperately enough to sell them out, but to still not have confided in Joe, not even once. Fuck- it hurt.

But even as Joe’s thoughts formed he felt guilty. How could he be mad at someone experiencing so much pain?

The endless cycle of anger and guilt he had been locked in for five years continued. Perhaps he wasn’t only mad at Booker, perhaps he was mad at himself too.

Booker had been an intricate part of Joe’s happiness for over two hundred years. Joe had never considered that the brotherhood he thought he had with Booker was one sided.

But he considered it now.

That part of his life was over, or at least on pause. Perhaps he could find it in his heart to forgive Book and to forgive himself. But not yet, the pain was still too new.

Nile laughed at something Nicky said and yanked her headphone cord back, the earbud in Nicky’s ear flying out with it.

“Ow!” Nick said, but there was a small smile on his lips and a crinkle at the side of his eyes.

Joe smiled to himself. Had this been what Nicky had felt watching him and Booker bond?

And just like that, his smile faded and he sighed once more.

“Will you stop that?” Booker snapped at him from where he sat two rows in front of Joe.

Booker turned and made eye contact with Joe over the tops of the seats.

“I can hear you being irritable from here.” Booker’s eyes didn't leave Joe’s as he spoke.

Joe rolled his eyes in response.

“Gee, I wonder what on earth could make me irritable?”

“Do you really want to do this right now?” Booker said flatly.

“No,” Joe spat back, the volume of his voice seemed to be increasing without his permission, “I want to do this in ninety five years! But no one else seems to agree with me, so this is what you get. Irritable, angry, old me.”

“Typical.” Booker stood up, “You’d let your anger at me get in the way of a mission? Put people in danger for the sake of your grudge. Can’t control yourself for, what, how long has it been? Five hours since I got back?” Joe was up now too, meeting Booker in the aisle.

“My anger get in the way of a mission? My anger? I can do my fucking job Booker.” Joe said, stepping up closer to his former friend. “I would never put my bullshit in front of the safety of my family.”

Booker took a step backwards at Joe's advancement toward him. A look of pain flashed across his face, but it disappeared just as fast.

Somewhere in the back of Joe’s mind a small voice, that sounded very much like Nicky, chastised him for going for the kill with that last sentence. He couldn’t bring himself to care though, he was too angry. Angry and embarrassed. He couldn’t stop the emotion spilling out of him now. A damn was broken.

Still, Joe took a deep breath and tried to keep his voice even. He was vaguely aware that the low chatter coming from Nicky and Nile had stopped, but his eyes never left Booker.

“Was everything a lie? Did you enjoy any moment of your life with us?”

Booker turned around toward where Nicky and Nile were seated and then back toward Joe. His face was stern.

“I don’t expect you to understand.” He said as he pushed passed Joe toward the back of the train.

“How can I if you never told me?”

“Hard to tell you anything while in exile.” Booker bit back. He tilted his head toward the ceiling, his back still to Joe.

“You know what I mean, Book. Two hundred years and you never-” Joe started but Booker cut him off.

“I don’t want to have this fight again Joe,” Booker said, his voice finally rising to match Joe’s, “No matter how many times you scream at me about it, I can’t change the reasons I had for what I did! I had- have no one. I have nothing keeping me here.”

“You had me!” Joe shouted back at him.

“What?” Booker said with genuine surprise. He finally turned back to face Joe.

“You had me,” Joe said, he swallowed and took a deep breath. His eyes darted throughout the train trying to collect his thoughts, “You were my brother, Book.”

Booker just stared at him. And after a moment Joe had no choice but to keep talking.

“Obviously you didn’t feel the same way, but I thought we were close enough that you could have confided in me. I would have helped you- at least I would have tried.” Joe finished his sentence, feeling utterly exposed.

“I-uh.” Booker stuttered.

Joe felt his anger drain away rather quickly at the sight of Booker’s complete surprise.

A long moment passed where neither of them spoke. Behind him Joe could hear nothing from Nicky, Nile, or Andy.

Booker stared at him as though Joe had just told him the earth was flat.

Finally, Booker broke the eye contact and stared down at the floor. Joe closed his eyes and brought his hand up to his face and pinched the bridge of his nose before continuing to speak.

“You really don’t know, do you?” Joe said, “You were my best friend Book. And I say that knowing Nile and Andy can hear me. You filled a place in my heart I didn’t know was empty. I thought I did that for you too.”

Booker didn’t respond, he just continued to stare at his feet.

“You know, when we were on the plane to London, Nicky and I, and one of the guards told us they had left you open and bleeding at the Church. I took him to the ground and broke a rib before they pulled me off him. The guard who said he’d thrown the flash-bang that killed you? Nicky broke his arm.”

Booker looked at him with guilt and self loathing in his eyes.

Joe’s heart finally broke at that moment. Booker was so much worse off than he had ever thought.

“I’m fucking this up. I’m sorry, I don’t want to add to your guilt. I just- I want you to know I care about you. I don’t know if it would have made a difference if I had been better about letting you know that back then. I don’t know if it does now. But I’m sorry I didn’t make that clear, that we didn’t make that clear.”

“You’re apologising to me?” Booker said.

“Yes.” Joe said and gave Booker a small smile, “I’m still mad at you. But you fight with family, Booker. Brothers fight.”

Booker gave a small nod, and walked back past Joe to his seat.

Joe turned around to see Nile, Nicky, and Andy all staring back at him. Nile’s mouth was slightly open. Nicky’s eyes had a sparkle to them, Joe could tell he was proud of him. Andy sighed and disappeared once more behind the seat back presumably to lie back down.

Joe felt exposed and dangerously close to crying, so he ducked back into his seat as well. And then he did cry. First silently, and then a little louder when Nicky finally came back to sit next to him.

---

The mission was successful. Everyone worked together as if the last five years hadn’t happened.

Once again they found themselves in a slightly less empty train car, this one an open freight car, but full of rescued kidnapping victims.

Nile was telling a group of particularly young children an overly acted out fairy tale. Nicky was at the edge of that group wrapping a bandage around a small boy’s arm. Andy sat with her back against the side of the car, trying her best to keep everyone in her sight.

Booker had just finished telling a group of four teens to try and get some sleep while they could.

Joe and Booker hadn’t said anything to each other that wasn’t directly related to the mission since the conversation on the train. And now that they were out of immediate danger, Joe couldn’t help but feel the hanging question in the air.

“This doesn’t change anything. Not yet.” Joe said to Booker as he walked up to stand next to him.

“I know.” Booker said flatly.

“I don’t think we’ll last the whole century though.” Joe added.

They stood like that, for a long time. Neither man looking at the other, preferring to feign busyness by watching over the increasing number of sleeping children.

“I think you should talk to someone.” Joe said finally.

“And tell them what?”

“The truth. That you’re lonely. That you’ve been in a downward spiral for years and don’t know how to get yourself out again.”

“The truth?” Booker said sarcastically.

“Well,” Joe paused for a moment, “you should probably omit a few details.”

Booker chuckled and Joe felt a warmth in his chest.

Another hour or so had passed before Booker spoke again.

“I feel the same way you know.”

They were the only two still awake in the train car.

“Felt- I felt the same way.” Booker corrected, “I just didn’t want to play second fiddle to Nicky so I pushed it away.”

“Nicky is the great love of my life. Andy is a mentor and fierce companion. Nile already feels- I don’t know- I feel quite fatherly towards her.” Joe chuckled, “ I’m not sure how she would feel about that though.”

Booker nodded, and crossed his arms.

“And you were- you are- like a brother to me Book. You’re not second to anyone in that. I know you have your loneliness, and I know I can’t fix that tonight, but you are not alone. We all love you Book, even after everything that happened.”

They didn’t speak for the rest of their watch. Switching with Nile and Nicky as night turned to early morning.

They didn’t speak again until Joe was walking Booker towards the departures gate for his flight back to Paris.

“I mean it, Book. Talk to someone, at least try and sort through some of your shit.”

“I will.”

Joe pulled Booker into a hug. The first one he had given him since before Nile had joined them.

“I’ll see you in a few years yeah?” Joe said, suddenly overwhelmed with saying goodbye.

Booker nodded, and broke the hug first. He turned and disappeared into the airport.

Joe walked back over to Nile, Andy, and Nicky waiting by the curb.

Andy smiled at him, lines around her eyes already showed signs of age that they didn’t five years ago. He wouldn’t be able to keep Booker away for much longer, it wasn’t fair to Andy. It wasn’t fair to any of them.

Nicky slipped his hand into Joe’s, lacing their fingers together as the group walked away.

“I’m really proud of you,” Nicky said in Arabic.

“I miss him.” Joe said back in Arabic, squeezing his love’s hand.

“We’ll see him again. Sooner than you think.” Nicky said.

Joe believed him, and for the first time in a long time, he was looking forward to seeing Booker again.

((Available on AO3 as well, link on my tumblr 💜))

#request #ask #my stuff #the old guard #the old guard fic #joe #booker #brotp #sebastien le livre #yusuf al kaysani #I really wrote this like a romance didn't i #All good friendships are though #you're falling in platonic love with someone #maybe I'm a bit too much of a romantic though lol #lets all applaud the real otp here though #booker x therapy #my fics #Booker & Joe

293 notes · View notes

jtrokujo · 4 years ago

Text

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊

paring: Tobio Kageyama x fem!Reader

word count: 2.9k

warnings: for people who are dealing with depression or who are currently lonely etc please talk to someone. I don't know myself if that needs a warning, but I still wanted to write it here.

gerne: depression

summary: from a happy relationship to pure loneliness. even though the relationship was so beautiful it ended anyway, would they ever talk to each other again?

—

The days are just around the corner.

The days we are together, but unfortunately also the last time, because after this day everyone goes their own way.

You grow up, some start your own family, buy a big house, a pet, but the question is, do I want that?

This is the life that probably every average adult and I don't want such a life, I want to have someone by my side with whom I can be happy, I don't want more.

This someone shouldn't be anyone other than Tobio Kageyama, but we argued and definitely 2 months before our prom and whether it was enough, it was not a 'normal' argument where you get along after 10 or 5 minutes.

No, we had and separated, the relationship was over.

I don't remember how it really came about, because this argument was pure escalation.

We screamed and so loudly that I didn't know myself whether this could be normal for a person.

But I can remember one part of our argument all too well when Kageyama threw our photo on the wall so that the panes of glass were spread across the floor.

It was the picture with the most emotions, these moments were so beautiful that we did everything that nothing would ever come that could destroy something like that, we were either naive or stupid.

This picture was on our anniversary, our 2 year old, the day that made us naive that we could be together forever.

We were together for a lovely 2 years, I was at his games, we bought mangas, drank our coffee together and ate our favorite cake over our favorite coffee, where we also had our second date.

I remember too well how Kageyama tried to ask me at the time if I would go to the school ball with him, after I answered 'yes' he hugged me by putting all his weight on my body, a little heavy.

But I should seriously stop thinking about the old days after knowing his face - and he is mine.

There are also enough boys or even easier, I just don't go there, but I still have to think about the expensive dress my parents had saved for me.

Knowing not to dress just because of a guy shows how weak I am, I just let my dreams, which I've had for years, burst?

Even when I was little I dreamed of dancing with my lover in front of all classmates, how his amorous eyes met mine and then he just wanted to be with me, which is why he took my hand and we together from school, or wherever we are, and then he just looks at me and says how much he loves me, until it rains in a moment and we still dance together until the night ends.

However, we stopped and his steps approached me and his eyes met my lips, that's the moment, in the middle of the rain he would kiss me.

That's the stereotype that almost every girl had, but only almost.

By that I mean your lover kisses you in the middle of the rain.

It's only noon.

I should make something of my day instead of just thinking about the weirdest things, or about him.

With no motivation whatsoever, she took her cell phone and wrote to a good friend.

TIME SKIP

"Really, I'm proud of you for going out. Believe me or not, but I was seriously worried that you would spend your life thinking until prom."

Said the young volleyball player from her school and hugged her as he finished his sentence.

"I'm fine and you don't have to worry about me, Sugawara."

She muttered while her head stayed on his left chest and she could feel his heartbeat.

Walking together in the city they talk about a different topic every 5 minutes and none of them seem to bother, sometimes they talk about silly series, sometimes they gossip about their classmates, sometimes they give each other little advice until he said this " Tell me, do you already have a mask? "

She looked at him in amazement and asked "Which mask?"

"We have the topic of the masked ball, you were in favor of it when we talked to the others about it."

Not all of that.

Annoyed, she sighed and saw a mother taking care of her daughter, who has a small wound.

"(Y / N)?" he asked her and grabbed her shoulders and said right away, "How about we take a little break. I heard that the new animated film isn't that bad after all, come on."

Nobody who could see her from the outside could say she was crying, but she did, unfortunately couldn't.

Your body doesn't cry, your mind does.

To know someone like Sugawara is like a gift from heaven, a pure guardian angel.

When we arrived at the cinema, (Y / N) paid Ticktes and Sugawara for the meal.

Strangers would think it was a date, even if it was a friendship date, because just being friends with the opposite sex doesn't mean that they can be a couple or anything else.

(Y / N) should already choose a place and not long she found one, if that wasn't enough, but the hall is empty, a dream come true, sitting she took her cell phone and scrolled through her gallery, two words , a mistake.

Every second photo feels like it is from Kageyama.

Small tears welled up in her eyes, but she knew he wasn't worth it.

"(Y / N)?" she hears Sugawara's voice in amazement.

She turned and got his attention.

Sitting comfortably he started to eat and asked her if her cell phone was on mute, nodding she answered him and asked him if she could rest her head.

"Uh, of course, why not?" and made himself comfortable.

And now the 15 minute long commercials started.

TIME SKIP

Together with a friend in the shop, the two teenagers look for a mask to steal away the ball.

The mood for it is in the basement.

For once, she goes with someone who is also a gentleman and whether it is not enough, it cannot be overlooked that he has feelings for the classmate.

But what about (Y / N)?

She wants to have time for herself, because you don't necessarily need a partner to be happy, there is also no need.

In addition, she unfortunately still loves him, but the thought of him immediately occurred to her, where is he?

They go to the same class and when school is over she has to go to the sports hall because there is a shorter way and she still doesn't see him, then the thought occurred to her, 'He's not worth it'.

And where are you now?

It is hard to believe that all of the stores are at a tailor's.

But for that the old man seems to be able to do it pretty well, the prices could do away with one or the other, but you only live that way once.

While the friend was still choosing what her mask should look like, (Y / N) already got an idea and told the old man that she had an idea.

Because of her little mental breakdowns, it's nice to see that she has other things on her mind, but while she's talking to the old man about the mask and he's already preparing a sketch, the black-haired one is on the other side of town, alone though not.

"You don't even try to get in touch with her. What you said to her shouldn't say anything to anyone, so go to her tomorrow at school and apologize, then you can both live in peace."

Immediately after the little volleyball player finished his sentence, the black haired volleyball player threw him in the face, silencing him.

"H-hey! What was that supposed to mean?"

"You should stop talking!"

Kageyama yelled at his friend.

"You made me come with you!" he pisses at him.

Trapped in his own mind, Kageyama threw the ball to Hinata, his mistake being that he 1. hit it too hard and 2. the ball was a little too high, which is an advantage for Hinata.

Fixing on the ball, he jumped into the heights of the ball and hit it.

Immediately the ball landed roughly on Kageyama's face, holding his nose painfully, which was bleeding from himself.

Hinata, who is somewhat panicked, apologized several times and handed him a small handkerchief.

That still has him, probably what the pain his ex-girlfriend had to endure immediately after he ended the relationship with her, but he doubts that right away, pain like the one he has is not at all comparable to that of (Y / N) and many other people.

Trapped in his own mind, Kageyama threw the ball to Hinata, his mistake being that he 1. hit it too hard and 2. the ball was a little too high, which is an advantage for Hinata.

Fixing on the ball, he jumped into the heights of the ball and hit it.

Immediately the ball landed roughly on Kageyama's face, holding his nose painfully, which was bleeding from himself.

Hinata, who is somewhat panicked, apologized several times and handed him a small handkerchief.

He looked at his hand, which was covered with blood, he immediately took his bottle with his free hand and poured it over his hand.

Then he looked at Hinata and sighed, "Let's go shopping tomorrow."

Hinata himself noticed how his friend was changing, but he does not want to interfere in matters that do not concern him, but unfortunately he knew too well that it cannot go on like this and since Kageyama and something has happened Hinata reached for his cell phone and wrote (Y / N).

It is late in the evening when (Y / N) came home safe and sound, she took a warm shower, but immediately afterwards she went straight to her room without having eaten anything.

She carefully took her finished mask out of her bag, then took out her headphones, snacks, her wallet and her cell phone, when she wanted to see if she got a message from her friend, she saw that she had one about 3 hours ago Message received from Hinata.

Hey (Y / N), do you have time tomorrow?

Want to annoy you. :)

She couldn't help but grin and wrote to him to get a volleyball.

It's nice to have someone like Hinata because no matter what comes between you, he's always there for you.

Hinata wrote her that she should have nice dreams and was offline immediately afterwards.

(Y / N) decided to sleep right after, because even if she wasn't in the mood to meet anyone before that, apart from her friend from lunchtime, saying no to Hinata is a big taboo.

The next morning (Y / N) got ready and told her parents that Hinata was coming.

Snacks on the desk, the cuddly pillows spread out on the bed and the old Nintendo lying in bed.

Riding a bike with a rucksack, little Orange made his way to his girlfriend.

The weather was too good enough for such a day, because the sun was covered by wool and the clouds are gray, not white like yesterday.

But that didn't stop Hinata from being happy.

After about half an hour, Hinata finally arrived late, he put his bike right next to the door of the (H / C) hairy girl and rang the bell.

Without waiting long the door opened, contrary to what he expected, he saw his girlfriend with an honest smile.

After a short hug, he entered the little house, but of course he took off his shoes for the first time.

While the two friends were having fun, the black-haired one sits alone in his room and watches his favorite films.

Today the day has arrived.

This morning (Y / N) had showered and at the moment she was doing her hair with the help of her mother.

At the same time, Kageyama is pondering in the shower while the water flows through his body.

When the hairstyle fits perfectly on the head (Y / N) just pulled a thin dressing gown under her underwear and watched the new episodes of her series at the same time.

She looks at her cell phone every now and then and notices how slowly the time goes by.

She still has a good 5 hours ahead of her.

TIME SKIP

While her mother helps her to lock the dress, (Y / N) stared at the floor thoughtfully.

"You look like a little princess." said her mother to her and her ear and she looked at the mirror which is in front of them and touched her daughter's shoulders.

A little insecure, she cocked her head and looked in the mirror and she looks pretty pretty.

The hairstyle fits perfectly in the head, the dress exudes an extraordinary aura and now the only thing missing is the mask.

"Where's my mask." she asked her mother, she will get it right away which one was on her bed.

"Thanks." she thanked her and hugged her mother, but not only because of this mask, no.

When she found out that her daughter's relationship was failing, she was always there for her daughter and even managed to cheer her up.

"You have to be there in 20 minutes, come I'll drive you there." said the mother and went ahead.

(Y / N) quickly took her little bag and put her cell phone, power bank and mask there before she left her room.

In the car she asked her mother if she could also pick up Hinata, with a 'yes' she agreed and drove in the direction of the orange-haired one.

He was about to set off on a bicycle when his mother honked the horn and drew attention to him (Y / N), got out of the car and said loudly that he should get in.

Hinata quickly told his mother that he was being driven and ran straight to his girlfriend. "You look great, Hinata." she said to him with which he said, "You always do that." answered.

Giggling, the friends sat down in the car and talked about 10 different topics in this short drive.

"We are there." said the mother.

As they got out, they thanked them and made their way into the building.

"Nervous?" asked Hinata (Y / N), she just shook her head and said that they should go inside.

They parted ways in the building as they are now keeping their friends for company.

Hinata went to his volleyball and greeted each one of them.

(Y / N) went to her small circle of friends and hugged each of them with a warm hug. She noticed that she had forgotten to put on her mask, what she is doing now.

Kageyama, who also talks to Hinata, looks out for his ex-girlfriend, because the only thing he still wants to do is to apologize, he was cowardly yes.

That's why he's so eager to apologize today and besides, he still loves her but he knows himself that it might be better not to get together with her again.

The crowds of students drink some punch, some dance like crazy or talk.

After the time the music got a bit too loud for (Y / N), so she leaves the building and takes a little break.

Without knowing someone else came out the door and it was none other than Kageyama.

"(Y / N)." she heard him say her name, unfortunately she knew that voice too well.

Turning around nervously, she saw him taking the mask off his face, she did the same and asked him what he was doing here.

"I wanted to apologize to you, apologize for how I treated you.

We both know you deserve someone better. I'm terribly sorry (Y / N). "

Kageyama apologized and bowed to (Y / N), of course she was a bit overwhelmed but immediately said "You don't have to apologize for what you are not guilty of, we both made a mistake, so I just think we don't need an apology. "

He hugged her warmly and mumbled softly "Do you think we could become something?"

"Sure, but we shouldn't think about tomorrow if you get what I'm talking about."

Nodding, he continued the hug until she said, "Let's go in, I'm getting cold, aren't you?"

"No, but I think you're right."

TIME SKIP

It has been a total of 2 years after graduation.

The black-haired guy was just getting the last boxes out of the car, while (Y / N) put the boxes in the respective room.

Kageyama quietly crept behind (Y / N) and covered her eyes "Kageyama since I've been your fiancée you can't seem to do anything other than cover my eyes, right?"

She giggled and took his hands from her eyes.

He just giggled and shrugged his shoulders and asked "Shall we order food today?"

"Only when you talk."

"Yeah ok, lazy." he mumbled, but he wasn't quiet enough because she threw one of the little things at him.

"I heard it."

#oneshot #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #female #x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu hinata #haikyuu!!#kageyama #hq tobio #haikyuu tobio #tobio x you #hq #haikyū!!#haikyuu kenma #haikyuu kozume #haikyuu tsukishima #haikyuu kuroo

24 notes · View notes

fiction-in-my-blood · 4 years ago

Text

Holiday Spirit (ObeyMe! Fic)

I’m feeling in a christmasy mood for the first time in, well, years, and feel like we all need a bit of chaotic joy at the moment ^.^ (I may have had a few, maybe more than a few, whiskey and cokes so this may not be as good as I think it is haha (￣▽￣)" )

Warnings: None, this is just some brother fluff/existence fic.

~~~~~~

It was hard to tell the changing in seasons in Devildom, mainly because there were no seasons, but the flakes of ash that fell from the sky every now and again gave MC an idea of what time of year it was. In recent years, it hadn’t even snowed where they lived on Earth, so this was the next best thing. But, even as that specific spirit blossomed within them, no one in Devildom seemed to take notice of the calendar, even if it wasn’t the same as MC was used to.

Luckily, however, MC still had their music thanks to their trusty DDD. Whether they were getting ready for school, doing their chores in the kitchen, or wondering the streets with one of the demon brothers, cheerful- and some a little depressing- tunes were playing through headphones or speakers. The brothers didn’t take much notice of it, their human was already a little... weird, but they were their human and they didn’t actually know how regular humans acted. Solomon wasn’t much of an example, he was as devilish as any of them at some points.

But, it was when MC started putting up strange ropes of sparkling rags and paper chains in the hallways did they started to really wonder if everything was okay. It was too late before they realised all the white and red trinkets that started to litter surfaces in the living room and dining hall.

“Hey, MC, whatcha up to?” Mammon approached accusingly, frowning his brows at his human, stood on the tallest ladder the House of Lamentation’s attic had. Slightly spooked by the sudden announcement, seeing as their ears had been plugged by headphones once again, MC almost toppled right off. Well, by almost, I mean they did. Fortunately, Beel had been observing the affair from a different angle.

“Oh! Thanks, Beel! I didn’t want to be in a cast for Christmas!”

The second that word, or, more precisely, the first half of that word, was uttered, the surrounding demons froze up, sending MC tumbling to the floor as even Beelzebub jumped. Groaning, rubbing their bruised butt and looking up at the duo of curious demons, MC couldn’t understand why they would react in such away. It didn’t take long for Mammon to provide them with an answer.

“MC! Are you stupid? You can’t say that word here! Diavolo will hear you!!” Mammon, almost three metres from where he had last been seen, yelled loud enough for any other avatars to come investigating.

“What’s going on here?” Asmodeus wiggled his brows at MC, now on their knees in an attempt to stand back up, and Beel hurrying to help them back up after dropping them.

“They said the word!” Mammon whispered, pointing an accusing finger as MC quietly thanked the mass of muscle and kindness.

“What word?” Asmo pulled a confused, and slightly exhausted, expression as he followed Mammon’s gesture.

“I just said Christmas and they both f-.” MC couldn’t even finish their sentence before Asmo was clapping his hand over their face.

“Love, I wouldn’t say that! Diavolo wouldn’t exactly take kindly to it.” Asmo, shockingly, looked stressed by the phrase as he ensured MC ould keep their mouth shut before he let them go.

“I don’t see how Chri-.”

“Oh I’d love to see how this turns out.” A new voice spoke up from behind the quartet, everyone turning to see Satan with a mirthful smirk on his face, hand on his hip as his one shulder held up his jacket. He had one book in hand, surely something about the latest potion MC had told him about. This one was from Earth, nothing magical to it but the taste. It was eggnog, and Satan was sure he had heard the term before from many years ago, sure he could make the best concoction MC had ever tasted. He was holding a recipe book.

“Satan, would you please explain to them was Chris-.” And with that, MC finally understood why they were prohibited from saying that one word.

“OoOOhhhhHHhh, you think I’m saying Christ.” Everyone, excluding MC and Satan, went into a frenzy at their true pronunciation of the name. It didn’t calm down until a booming voice instructed everyone to stop.

Turning around, the five in the hallway turned to see two very tall, and one a little shorter, statues of men. Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos at his side.

“What is the meaning of this racket?” Lucifer sneered, trying his best to kee his composure in front of the prince. Mammon was visibly sweating, Beelzebub so very hungry from the sudden franticness of the situation, and Asmo trying his very best not to seem affected by the word. He didn’t like losing his cool, but this was a situation he did not expect to find himself in. MC, their MC, saying that name- in their house?! He never imagined it.

“Ah, MC, I see you standing putting up your decorations! Doesn’t the place look cheery.” Diavolo smiled up at the piece of tinsel hanging from the rafters, one end swinging back and forth, waiting to be taped up. “Barbatos, you should help them. We can’t have MC falling and hurting themself.”

“Wait! You let this happen?!” Mammon awed at the nerve of the prince, looking up at what must be some sort of religious hanging. He didn’t really remember what humans did for God, but he was sure this must be new.

“Why not? MC explained to me the holiday doesn’t mean the same thing for all humans, some don’t even associate it with Christ, so what’s the harm?” Although his tone faltered on the certain word, Diavolo seemed as happy as ever to accomodate the human’s traditions. It may have been because Christmas was usually celebrated for Christ’s death, but lets just let that slide for now...

With that, MC had a lot of explaining to do. At first, they used the time to rope the brothers into helping them put up the decorations. With a lot more hands, and on Beelzebub’s shoulders, the halls of the dorm were decked much quicker than they would have if MC had tried on their own.

“So... You use Chr-... Ma-... The holiday to connect with your friends and family?” Mammon, not being able to say any part of the word without a shiver running up his back, trully tried to understand the meaning behind Christmas.

“That’s what it used to be about. Although, in recent years it mainly been about being with my friends. I don’t have a lot of family to celebrate with nowadays. But, for others, its mainly about presents and food. Oh, and not to mention the songs.” Not wanting to dampen the mood with their everyday life, MC started to list off all the joys of Christmas they remembered. Their mouth started to water at the memories of roast dinners and yorkshire puddings. The familiar popping of Christmas crackers echoed somewhere in the background of chattering as the brothers discussed their favourite parts of what the holiday sounds like. MC laughed remembering the static those flimsy paper hats would cause with your hair, making it stand up like a crazed scientist.

“Oh, and snow’s the best part. My friends and I used to go to a hill near our home and sledge down it. I almost broke my arm once when I crashed into a tree!” Nothing could help the cute giggle that left MC’s mouth as they remembered those fond times.

“Yeah yeah, enough about the cold, tell me more about these presents.” Mammon pushed through, cutting off one of the brothers, he didn’t take note who, who was about to ask for more stories of MC’s past. This didn’t put him in a very good light in any of the men’s eyes. MC merely laughed, a lighthearted affair that quickly turned everyone’s attention back to them.

“When you’re a kid, you usually make a list to send to Santa, but he’ll only give you want if you’re good. If not, you get coal. Or Krampus.” It was MC who shivered at the name this time, nightmare horro stories their mother used to tell them as a kid imprinting a fear in them that would last a life time.

“Kr-Krampus?” Levi, who had joined the group as they passed his room mid decorating, stuttered out in anticipation. He knew about christmas was anime, but nothing about a scary version of Santa.

“Legend has it, he kidnaps or punished naughty children by stuffing them in his sack, taking them to his lair, and eating them. Sure got me to behave when I was a kid.” MC laughed, although the nightmares they had were as real as the demons in front of them were.

“Anyway, come on, I’ll show you guys how to make Christmas cake!” MC jumped, wanting everyone to learn the joys of Christmas they had waited so many years to enjoy again.

“Now?? But you said its two months away??” Satan awed at the odd timing, looking down at thenotes he had jotted down in his recipe book. Not that he let anyone else see them.

“You have to let the brandy ferment to get the best taste! Come on, I’m gonna need the help!” And with that, the student council, with a sleeping Belphegor slung over Beelzebub’s shoulder, headed to the kitchen.

44 notes · View notes

dikiyvter · 3 years ago

Note

23 & 31? :eye: for either or both

Of course aid anything 4 u <3

Uncommon Questions [ accepting ]

23. How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)?

For Gio: Envy is... kind of a scale of ugliness for Gio, to be honest. First and foremost his envy is typically not something ugly; It's typically something that turns more into a hopeful longing other than any sort of truly resentful behavior. Just because he wants what someone else has doesn't mean that he needs to take it from them necessarily; the world is not a pie to be split among it's inhabitants. He views the world as an endless wealth, and if he wants something someone else has, all he has to do is work to get it himself. Ultimately his longing to be human and to take a quiet role in human society spawns from envy of the lives that humans lead.

... And then there's the far uglier envy. Gio is a rather childish individual who experiences emotions very strongly; In part this is subconscious acting, and in part it's genuine truth; He's really never been good at things regarding emotions primarily because he's never been taught a whole lot in regards to control of ones emotions or ways to manage them. He's a bit... emotionally stunted but more in the 'seems like an erratic mood swing-y mess because he feels very strongly' sense and less, you know, [gestures at Baal and Zhongli]. There is thus always a chance that when Gio becomes envious of something, his first reaction is that of intense resentment towards whoever it is that has what he doesn't- This is partially true even for his love of humanity. Even though he starts off with the thought of "this is beautiful" it was still interlaced with a lot of bitter resentment that he would never really have that; Coming to terms with his worldview is what got rid of that. But it's a bit harder to have a mentality of 'the world isn't a pie; someone having a bigger slice than me doesn't mean i can't have more if i want it' when its... say...

A person whom you love whose fallen for another or is having all of their time taken up by them.

For Riga: ...Riga gets a much shorter paragraph and for that I apologize, but I have a lot more thoughts regarding Gio on this subject considering that lil clowns got a lot of conflictions and nuance to ramble about. Riga, on the other hand, tends to be far more simplistic in the things he is feeling and how he is feeling them; though this isn't to say he feels any less strongly or erratically than Gio does.

Rigatello typically feels envy as a genuinely ugly awful emotion that typically results not just in resentment but in a very, very intense form of frustration. A major part of his character is that he is someone who wants very little, but the few things he does want are things he perceives more as needs; Case in point being he doesn't perceive wanting Gio to care about him as being a want, he sees it as a need, and when your needs are denied you become... what? Angry. Frustrated. Depressed. Envy turns him violent, because why should others have what's rightfully his? Why are others entitled to the few things he truly needs? Why is he not deserving of these things? There's a tangible cycle to a lot of Rigatellos emotions, and it's that he is confronted with something ( or someone ) he wants; He becomes reliant, he thinks he needs them ( using gio as an example; He cannot imagine who he is without Gio nearby. He cannot imagine himself in the hierarchy that is set between them both and Dottore without Gio there, because Gio has always been the one to provide a release of tension, even if the relationship the two of them shared was at times very far from healthy; The change of something he sees as being integral to his identity and his place in his little corner of society is something that throws him VERY badly; Rigatello is someone very afraid of any meaningful change because the fear of what comes next and that change leading to potential failure is one that haunts him ) ; They move away from him, and he panics, because he has very little and thus clings desperately to what few things he has; Cue the cycle of seeing that which he 'needs' with someone else, being angry, being frustrated, falling down the rabbit hole of wondering why he isn't worthy, arriving at depression, resparking that frustration, and... repeat.

A lot of his envy spawns almost purely from a place of this frustration-depression loop of wondering why he isn't good enough-- something that ties in heavily with the way he was 'raised', where threats of being scrapped were thrown freely, and any failure could potentially result in his literal destruction.

Wait this wound up being longer than Gios. Whoops.

31. Who are they the most glad to have met?

Okay here's where we ease into me being able to make coherent sentences again bc i'm not bound purely by my muses emotions <3

For Gio, It would be Venti, in more ways than one. First he had technically met Barbatos. The ideal Barbatos gifted to Mondstadt that rubbed off on the freshly-created and quite impressionable Gio; It was Mondstadt and their talk of freedom that lit the little fire that eventually turned into Gio pursuing his autonomy and humanity. Then was the archon; Barbatos gave his vision to him, and without that Gio never would have managed to escape Dottore, and if he didn't currently have it he wouldn't have been able to evade capture for this long. It also served as a constant reminder of Mondstadts ideals -- And not just that, but the special shape that the vision takes has always been a symbol that although Snezhnaya was his home-- Mondstadt was where he belonged. Then came Venti; Someone who made him feel welcomed in Mondstadt when he was initially very nervous about being there. He and Venti became dear friends ( possibly more ) and now that's someone he looks forward to every time he's on his way back to Mondstadt. The city truly feels like home to him now, and that's mostly because of Venti-- and even if his friend doesn't wish to be seen as Barbatos the archon, Gio cannot help the appreciation he feels for those previous actions, nor for the general ideals that Venti / Barbatos inhabit.

For Riga, that would be Lio, no contest. It.. it would take me ten years to explain all of Rigatellos feelings towards Lio there's so much shit at play they mesh so fucking well together their traumas and mentalities are such similar echoes, Lio is literally the only person in the world that Rigatello has felt genuine love and affection for and not in some way panicked and tried to burn the bridge before it could burn him; He feels genuinely safe and happy with Lio, and the fear that constantly haunts him is eased in their presence; He trusts not just Lio but himself, the fear he typically fears when he touches others is gone because they trust him so thoroughly that in the midst of their love it's hard to be afraid of himself. He feels for once that he can be something that protects instead of something that exclusively does damage; He feels cared for, wanted, loved, when all his life he's felt rejected and constantly on the brink of destruction. Where he once was told his wants and thoughts don't matter he has now found someone who cares very much for what he wants and what he thinks and FUCK I have a lot of thoughts about these two.

40. How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

Oh god, here's another thing I can't fully explain.

For Gio: Immensely. Gios current mentality is essentially that if he just closes his eyes and refuses to think about it then he doesn't have to deal with his flaws, and if anyone points them out he can just get mad about it and avoid them until he dies because he does. not. want. to. think. about. it. He HATES feeling bad, he hates feeling negatively about himself, he doesn't... know how to genuinely change things about himself; And I think that. That itself can be very much shown in how he treats the fact that he's not human? A person? Yes, he's a fully sentient person with his own thoughts and expressions and free will, a human? Not exactly. He's made out of metal and circuitry and artificial materials, and this is simply a factual statement, its not opinion; But he almost treats it like it is. He sees this idealized version of humanity that he wishes to be a part of but he cannot fathom how he can be apart of it if the core thing about himself isn't changed, but its NOT something he can change; Instead of accepting that, however, and still going on with his goal to pursue his autonomy and humanity despite this, Gio would... honestly rather stick his fingers in his ears and go "lalala" because he doesn't really have the toolset to mentally deal with the contradiction of "I want to be human but I can't". He perceives a need to change that isn't there, and instead of trying to address it he ignores it entirely in hopes that... it'll just stop being an issue that he needs to address with himself at some point. The same mentality applies to a lot of his flaws. Does he know hes being avoidant of his problems? Does he know that it's going to cause more issues in the future? He does. But he can't even address it with himself because it makes him feel bad, let alone with someone else who could actually provide him with skills that he needs to change his behaviors and mentality.

For Riga: Okay he genuinely gets a shorter paragraph this time because in short? Rigatello doesn't care. Admittedly he kind of wears his flaws on his sleeve. He's a "says it right on the tin" kind of guy most of the time, where he's typically mostly open about the less positive parts of himself-- If not exaggerating them as a means of keeping people away. There are of course the flaws that he hides due to them stemming from traumas, and his general desire to hide all things relating to his personal thoughts and feelings-- But this in and of itself could be perceived as a flaw, though one very unexplored considering Lio is his first close relationship with another person where he's been in any form open about his own thoughts and feelings, away from the influence of Dottore or the Fatui.

Rigatello does have... slightly less healthy perception of what counts as flaws in himself, though, such as having his own thoughts and emotions. He perceives his traumas as weakness, and weakness is a flaw, to him-- So too, then, are his traumas. He's not sensitive about this in the sense that Gio is where he's willfully ignoring something he's doing wrong; Riga doesn't... know that this isn't a good mentality. He.

Riga is kind of hard to explain this regard because of how severely impacted Rigatello is by the traumas hes endured, the people he was 'raised' by, and the current lifestyle that he leads. His emotional understanding is extremely limited and always has been, and I'm not entirely sure how to put it in coherent wording; Because typically when I try to talk about Riga and emotions it devolves into word vomit because his thoughts are just... nonsense screaming pain mush that he doesn't know how to cope with so he tells himself to toughen up, shoves it in the closet, and goes on with his day until he can lay down at night and have a meltdown--

E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

Honestly? The general rule of thumb is that I don't typically write people that I myself would get along with, if only because I know way too much about my own characters and their flaws? When. I look at people that I get along with, its primarily people who are patient enough to deal with my memory issues and my general lets say... low iq, to be nice. They're mostly laid back people who don't give too much of a shit one way or the other, but are friendly and fun to talk to because they have interesting ideas to contribute to a conversation, give room for others to contribute, and don't mind a bit of chaos when things inevitably devolve.

When I look at the characters I write... They all have some sort of flaw that directly contradicts the core things I typically find in someone I get along well with?

Gio is someone who I think I could get along with for a while; But inevitably his flaws, his distress regarding those flaws, and his subsequent refusal to acknowledge them in any meaningful form would inevitably stress me out and it would start to get tiring.

Bluntly put Riga is scary and I feel like I'd be stressed out 24/7 that I'm going to irritate him... And his general mindset of emphasizing his own flaws to push people away would just make me angry and I'd probably wind up letting him isolate himself because, having once been someone who was very much that way, I no longer deal well with that degree of self-pitying behavior b/c it pisses me off.

Outside of this blog, Ku Shen and I could probably get along pretty well, but I think the issue is that he's a massive introvert who would go Weeks in-between texting, and I have the memory of a goldfish and i'd inevitably find myself in a position where i have a text from him that's been waiting for me to answer for the past week and I'm too nervous to reply because I feel awkward being like 'hi i have untreated adhd sorry', and then suddenly three months has passed and I just can never talk to this man again.

...I'm going to include my Morax on here as well even though it's blog isn't super active; Look I might actually be able to chill with Morax if only because we vibe in either 'i am listening to you ramble for 3 straight hours with occasional questions or commentary' or 'we have both been dead fucking silent for the past 3 hours' and these are both my ideal ways to exist in someone elses presence. Also I feel like it'd wanna do fun shit and likes going on walks or smth. 10/10 I think I could get along with Morax.

H) What trait do you admire most?

Ah fuck okay. Uh. For Gio... I admire his optimism and hope. I consider myself to be a generally hopeful person but I'm not typically the kind of like... ~ * direct action * ~ person, and Gio VERY MUCH IS in most regards. He's generally super fucking ambitious and if he WANTS something he will GET IT and you cannot STOP HIM and I just wish I had that level of

I. Dedication II. Energy III. Optimism in actually completing the goal

For Riga? I guess it would be his general tenacity and endurance. He goes through. A lot of shit. Constantly. And he just keeps trudging on forward without pause. He does what he needs to do, and if you get in the way of him and what he needs to get done, then he'll make you fucking regret it. Top tier shit 10/10 good for him.

#❄ ⤚ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴊᴏᴋᴇs ( ooc. ) ⇾#❄ ⤚ ᴛᴏss ᴀ ᴍᴏʀᴀ ( inbox. ) ⇾#oh... my fucking god this is a long post im so sorry

3 notes · View notes

spacegaywritings · 4 years ago

Text

Hello, we are the Neighbours - 2 (final) “Starry Night”

Summary: Virgil uses she/her and he/him. Remy uses he/him. Emile uses they/fae. Logan uses they/them Tags: a LOT of swearwords, edginess, Teenagers scare the living shit out of me, edibles, mentions of getting high, marijuana (implied), questionable living conditions, stress, insomnia/sleeplessness, crappy parents, (depression?) SOFT SIBLING MOMENT (analogical)

Tumblr: previous // ao3 : 1 / 2 . ALL // masterlist //

My KoFi - Support me ♥ or Commission me

Story under the cut:

Virgil hugged his stupid friend closer, his face buried in the mess of Remy’s pastel purple sweater.

She was basically wearing nothing but a big army jacket and boxers, herself. The pinkish scars on her chest were fainting with time but still showing after all these months.

Remy was at least in a skirt longer than usual - this one actually covered his ass completely. Instead of big boots, he had white summer slippers one. He almost looked like a ballerina with his long legs, small-ish statue and flawless skin.

The sun slowly sunk down the horizon while the two cuddled.

“You know, you are almost out of there, anyway. It does not matte. You got so far, Virgil. You will get through this too, with or without me.”

She shook her head ever so slightly, her pumpkin hair curling over his shoulder. He had recently dyed it again.

Every now and then Virgil was forced into self-care. That meant Remy would drag him over to his place, give him a little bit of wellness time such as doing face masks and painting his nails. Of course, he would also give her a dye-job when necessary or just wanted. Remy was rather good at it after all. Without him, Virgil would not take such care of himself. It was all Remy’s doing.

“Nu. I will strike. I am not gonna do shit without you. I don’ wanna.”

She mumbled silently, gently hugging Remy closer. He carefully held the feral bastard close.

“You have to. You can do it. If I don’t get in, I will find work where you live and we can move in together and I will clean for you, so you and Logan don’t die.”

The smaller one curled up, his knees pressing against his chest as he put his weight against Remy in ever-persistent patience. A little snort escaped her after all.

When he was not an anxious mess, he got to be more than just the calming friend but also the braincell of the group. He was rational and got things together. No wonder he applied for studies in mechanics.

“You would do that..?”

Virgil pulled back a bit, yet still remained in her little ball of limbs. He was barely covered with his short pants in their plaid pattern. The big jacket was so drastically oversized, Virgil was sitting on it since its length clearly exceeded his height. It was supposed to be worn by someone else so it would not cover them down to their thighs.

Remy gently brushed over his shoulder.

“I would do whatever to be with your sorry ass. If you live on your own and gotta take care of another living being, you will probably just die, like, instantly. You are so fucking oblivious and sensitive after all.”

He gently nudged her.

“Be my wife.”

Remy felt heat rise in his chest. He vehemently shook his head, his stomach fuzzy all of a sudden. Thousands of little feathers tickled him from inside and his cheeks reddened to match his heated blood.

If he did not know better, he would have said that he had done no more but choked on his spit.

“Virgil!”

The illegal little potion of bitter rage hugged him against the playful struggles and shoves from his side.

“Shut up-”, he demanded squeakily, “I am not gonna be anyone’s fucking wife, I am a qUeEN.”

His voice broke at the last word, delicately proving his point in being true royalty of great manners and high levels of taste.

Remy was a true piece of art and he was, as he often repeated, “a luxury few could afford.”

A pair of headlights glanced onto their backs, lighting up the scene when the whole sky was turning dark. Their shadows were drawn out before them, making Remy shrink in on himself and look back to check who or what was approaching them.

The running car engine they could hear made it evident that this was a person rolling around in a vehicle.

Who?

Virgil pushed Remy down onto their blanket, carefully trapping him below her.

“Hey, Em, come in and hurry, we can sacrifice him right now while he is still a virgin!”

Remy threw his hands into Virgil’s face. Ungodly screeches escaped his throat as he pushed and grabbed and tore at the untouchable bastard of humankind.

“You fucking wish! Stop projecting your assless life onto me!”

Finally, Remy pushed his knees into Virgil’s guts and pushed the idiot off his shoulders. Emile had finally gotten out of the car, basket under their arm and a blanket pressed against heir chest.

“Hey, save some dumbassery for me!”, fae complained as they plopped down between the two. Honestly, they felt like those kind of people everyone would comment on about how much they behaved like an old, married couple.

Not that they were wrong.

“I am not duuuumb!”, Remy whined.

He sat up again, shoulders quickly pressing against Emile’s who got comfortable. That bastard was really out there, fucking wearing a leather-like jacket with spikes and shit. He could see the colours on the dark material and could only assume faem to have customised the article.

They were the only one to have covered legs. Black ripped-jeans hugged their endlessly long walking sticks and their feet were covered in worn-out sneakers. Void of any big brand names or associations, of course.

Probably all of this was either made by private businesses, friends, faerself or smaller companies barely anyone knew about.

“Emile, put some sense into her! He is being a real bitch again”

Virgil blew raspberries to the complainer and immediately threw his legs over Emile’s inviting lap.

“If you got an issue with cuddles, you better go and sit on his side”, she challenged silently. Emile did not budge, much to his delight.

“Good bean.”

The newby commented with a little chuckle, gently drawing Emile in by putting one arm around him.

“I got ya two cuties some drinks on the way here. Who wants the coffee and who wants the cotton candy pink whatever capitalism-victim? You two definitely need something to suck on.”

Virgil waved his arms around, stimmy hands flapping like birds’ wings. His long sleeves smacked themselves due to them exceeding his fingers. Her heart was fluttering in sudden excitement. He was aflame like a bunch of dry grass set on fire.

“YES! Gimme gimmeee gimmeeeee!! I want the caffeine!”

She pointed at the basket and reached for it but Remy quickly smacked their sleeves away.

“You are not getting any fucking caffeine, you half-dead junkie zombie, you”, Remy cursed. In a flare of problem-solving skills, he pulled the basket closer, just out of reach from the slightly shorter idiot. He grabbed the caffeine-packed cup of ice-cold sin.

Fae blinked, unimpressed, “Just hand me the chocolate one. Pink unicorn is for our rainbow bunny, then.”

Remy’s smile grew even wider.

Did they say... bunny...?

Virgil pouted in return, her reaction less than ideal. Instead of complaining, his legs pulled them closer by their lap and rested there, snuggled up against the pal with the colourful hair. Not even a beanie this time.

“I am not a bunny”

He slurped up some of the pinkish drink from hell.

It was tasty.

Such a bitch.

How dare it be tasty when he tried to be angry with Emile for giving him free stuff and falsely calling him a bunny when he was clearly a unicorn! Like the drink!

Remy nodded sagely, sensing a bit of mood at this moment.

“Virgil thinks he is a unicorn despite looking like a bunny but that is okay. We still love him.”

His hand sneaked over to her, gently patting her shoulder and indirectly bringing himself closer to Emile in the process.

Not that anyone was complaining.

He was simply slurping his iced coffee in gratitude. It calmed down his hot face and fidgety fingers. Holding the cool cup gave his fingers something to do at least.

For a moment, Emile’s forest eyes looked into his soul. Fae blinked and nodded before turning back to Virgil.

“Virgil, do you feel like a unicorn? Do you identify as one?”

Emile looked at her, carefully brushing over her legs as they attempted to keep eye contact. Virgil looked away, face fully averted.

Fae patiently squeezed his leg.

“If you want me to call you unicorn, I will. I just liked the nickname bunny for you because you jump a lot and are very active.”

Remy smiled. He did not notice but he leaned against Emile’s patient shoulder with his own head.

Fae minded the contact with a little blink and one of faer unoccupied hands moving to take Remy’s.

The pouting smalls still looked away, stubbornly staring at the sky instead of facing the other two idiots.

“You know, I really hate littering, too.”

Virgil cleared her throat, gently hugging her flat stomach a bit. It was not exactly colder than before but maybe by now his open jacket and exposing outfit proved to be impractical for stargazing together.

“If you call me bunny and nobody else, I am okay. And if you mean it as a nice name. Remy too. Even though Remy was a butt about it because I know I am a unicorn, even with ears!”

His voice got a bit louder. Then she nodded in self-assurance to end the sentence and prove a point. He pulled a phone up with him on it, hood over his head, the bunny ears flailing around from the impact of being so harshly moved around.

The small friend snuggled up to Emile and reached out to hold Remy’s hand too.

“You are dumb but you are both okay. You two can call me bunny but I will stab anyone else who tried to do that.”

She huffed softly.

Remy squeezed their hands together and put Virgil’s and Emile’s soft hands together.

“You are our little bunny, then.”

The tallest of the three hummed in thought, their eyes slipping close.

“You guys wanna get high now or later? Because I am ready.”

Virgil shook his head.

“Can’t. I will die.”

Remy nudged Emile so much, it pushed them all against Virgil and had her nearly topple over. She hissed at Remy and angrily glared at him.

“You gotta take a chill pill. I will bring you home with me and the day after. We came in one car anyway.”

Emile looked between them.

“What is the issue? Do you have to go home later?”

Their voice was so smooth and innocent, it felt like talking to a child for just a moment. They both knew there was more than enough wit between these words to take down a whole system.

“I gotta take care of my baby sibling. They are tiny baby and need someone to look out for them.”

Remy shook his head adamantly.

“Logan is, like, 13 and would love to be home alone from your exhausted ass. If you wanna, I will babysit them with Emile. You mind that at all?”

The addressed pal stole a quick glance from Remy for just a moment before looking into the dark night sky.

“It is settled. Virgil, we are officially kidnapping your hot butt and putting you on high duty of being dummy idiotic and free of responsibilities for a few hours. We will take a look at your sibling, too. Promise.”

Virgil let out a whine.

Her hand pushed the now empty cup into the abandoned basket Emile had brought along.

He laid down all over Remy’s and Emile’s long legs in the dramatic flair of imitating death or at least heavy defeat.

“Mmm... will you give me ice cream?”

Emile nodded, gently brushing through her hair.

“I got ice cream at home but we can also buy some just for you if you don’t wanna depend on that.”

The third in their group yipped out a happy sound of agreement.

“We can ask Logan to sleep at a friend’s place or be there with us and wait until they sleep. They go to sleep super early anyway, that nerd.”

The laying swan .. bunny.. uh... unicorn? Shrugged.

“ ‘s kinda cute.. they care about school n all. They are so good. They are too good.”

It sounded like a lament rather than a praise. There was so much pain in these words.

“That sounds nice, bunny. Sounds like your sibling learned a lot of nice things from you. I am sure that must be a lot.”

She took a deep breath.

Remy gave a meaningful nod towards Emile who, in turn, licked faer lips.

“I am proud of you but it is important to rest. Will you let us give you ice cream and take care of you?”

For a moment, the only answer was the bright light coming from the moon. Pale white illuminated the meadow. The stars were shining as always but their light was so far away, it barely reached them. From them, it seemed as if they were not bright at all because the moon was reflecting the light so prettily, it overpowered them all.

“Only if you get dumb with me and we do funny things?”

Remy squeezed their hands together, his second joining the pile of fingers.

“Of course. Now, text your baby sibling.”

The smaller one pulled out his phone and sloppily pulled out a phone.

“Jus do?”

The three got together, packing up their things and obviously taking their things with them.

“What is this?”

Remy followed Emile’s finger pointing at a bag of trash. He shrugged in return.

“We collected trash because Virgil really hates littering, you know?”

The mentioned bean shook his head and shrugged.

“Fuck pollution”, she defended herself as the taller one lead her to the car they shared, “see you in a bit?”

Remy texted Logan with Virgil’s phone and sent an address to their chat with Emile.

“Yo, I sent you the place we are going to drive to. You got that?”

Fae shrugged.

“I can literally just follow you guys like the little shadow I am. Just don’t drive like speeding dicks and I will be fine.”

Remy nodded. Virgil mumbled in agreement and pushed the trashbag into the car’s trunk. It was his car after all. Remy did not have an own car yet. It was more of a shared thing.

Together, they drove over to Virgil. On the way, Logan texted them how they would stay with a friend called Patton. Since Virgil knew Patton more than enough, she did not freak out but instead shrugged it off, told Remy and agreed under the condition of driving Logan there with the others.

Logan.. did not seem to mind.

Did they know Emile would join in?

Whether they did, the three arrived.

Virgil already munched on the space brownies, happily nibbling at the dark chocolatey delight of deep, sweet-bitter taste.

It was an experience.

At least there were no nuts in this.

Well... walnuts would probably be fine..

The three got out, one by one. Virgil first and Emile last.

She patiently took faer and then his hand before leading them over to the small apartment complex with the many little doors. It was a humble little location, the flats looked like miniature versions of actual living spaces for human beings but it was just enough for the modest taste of the tired middle pal of the trio.

He nudged the others towards the building and climbed the stairs.

“The brownies are tasty, Em. You are a real baker genius or.. like, something like that.”

She blinked at the intense lights. One of the white lights was flickering every now and then and it was somewhat bothersome to the eye.

“You ate them already?”

A bit of surprise tinged Emile’s voice. Remy held back a laughter.

“Yeah, Virgil is a thirsty and hungry hoe, no wonder he did that.”

Something in his words screamed “get used to it”. Fae did not know what to feel about this but took it with the humour of a baby adult.

“Not to take advantage of that but I don’t hate that.”

Virgil giggled.

“Shhhh, wait until Logan is gooohne,, They is a really clever baby sib thing, you know.”

More chuckled filled the air and made the stairway echo in giggles and delight from the trio.

They got up eventually, settling on the 7th level where Virgil unlocked apartment C and pushed the door open.

“Yo, I am back! Don’t cook meth, the neighbours will get jealous.”

He dropped the key in a little bowl on a shelf that leaned against the wall for support. The hallway welcomed the trio with faded colours and old, creaking wood planks as ground.

Emile blinked at the floor with a frown.

“Do you want us to keep our shoes on?”

Remy shook his head, his mouth opening to answer but a sound interrupted them.

A voice, more specifically.

“Virgil, please refrain from making comments of such kind. It is highly unlikely for anyone around here to cook methane, let alone you or me.”

A composed voice, stone-faced according to Emile’s feelings, replied to Virgil’s dismissive words and lazy greeting.

The trash was still in Remy’s hands.

“Fuck, I forgot this shit. You mind?”

Logan appeared. Well, it had to be Logan unless Emile had missed about another person living with her - and Logan.

The sibling was younger than Virgil, their face more tan yet somewhat soft and void of the exhaustion the life of emerging adulthood had already put on Virgil’s dark eyes. Especially evident were how there were no bags under Logan’s eyes while Virgil seemed to have never slept in his entire life, perhaps.

Maybe she did not sleep so everyone else could sleep? Like a sandman.

Logan was dressed in something reminding Remy of a suit. It was this undershirt-kinda thing Emile identified as waist coat. It was dark and hugged their slender figure. Blue? It looked pretty much like rather dark blue. They seemed a bit taller than Virgil, around as tall as Remy, almost - not quite. Their shirt was white and looked so ironed out, Emile could not even find a single wrinkle.

They were not wearing shoes but only white socks and long black pants. The waistcoat had a single chain or metal leading to a little pocket.

“Hello Remy, a pleasure to see you again. Do not worry about the bag. I will take it with me on the way down - “

Virgil piped up.

“WE! You are not going alone! It is dark and scary and I am your big shit and am telling you that you gotta hold my hand and be driven to your friend.”

Logan rolled their eyes, dark orbs behind black frames seemingly shrinking in something like annoyance.

However, there was a fond smile on their lips despite it being small. It was still there and when Virgil approached the sibling for a good old hug, they received it and even returned it, even if it was not as passionate.

Something warm pumped through Emile’s face and chest.

Seeing the two siblings cuddle made fae feel all giddy and comfortable.

“Of course. I agreed to your conditions after all.”

Only now Emile realised Logan was wearing a tie. They adjusted it despite it being in perfect position. Nothing was wrong with it..

It..

It had a pattern like constellations on it. Yes, clearly. Fae could see Leo right under their neck.

“Hello, you must be Virgil’s new friend. I am Logan.”

The, the small baby sibling was before faem, hand stretched out and dark eyes looking into faem as if it was a challenge to look serious and convincing.

It was more than effective, to be frank.

“Yeah, I am Emile. Fae/faer, please. You use anything but they/them?” They nodded a bit, their facial features softening somewhat.

“Thank you”

The words came out like a whisper. Emile smiled.

“Virgil, I am fucking adopting this kid, you have to marry me or some shit. This is now my bastard child!”

A hysterical fit of giggles could be heard while Logan was silently rolling his eyes so hard, Remy swore they moved a bit out of his face’s centre.

Remy pouted audibly.

“Ya get rights on my sibling, I don’t make the rules. Logan, you are loved by these dummies! It is the law, we are your personal protection squad!”

Remy blew out some air but nodded.

“Yeppers, we will do the illegal shit with you to keep you safe. We are gotta fake your a voting ID so you can change the world already.”

The tallest of the pals sucked in a breath.

“I know how to fake a voting ID! I made myself one, too! Hold on!”

Logan turned towards the new person, this Emile guy. The sound of giggles was still around and surely coming closer.

“Hey, hey, make sure to have it be a good fake. Can’t have the good kiddo fuck up a great lifeeee”, she argued, “They will be super fine because they are a great and lovely person. LOGAN I LOVE YOU!”

They closed their eyes instead of rolling them. Their lips curled further into a more than evident smile and a small hint of pink tinted their pale cheeks.

“I l-love you too, Virgil. Please calm down, it is quite alright. I am just me.”

Virgil was back by now, a little box in his hands.

“Shut up, be proud of yourself. You have amazing grades, super engagement in different projects and activities and you are a bright person with great competences. You are trying and working a lot to get this far and I am proud of you. You should be, too. I barely finished school with my shitty grades. It was mostly pity”

Virgil blinked softly. Her hand gently brushed over their cheek and carefully patted its side. Emile and Remy moved out of the way to give the siblings some space. They obviously had a moment going on.

“I don’t care what you make of yourself. I just want you to be happy and proud of what you do. We all know we were not born to be perfect and yet you are here and doing this.. this fucking badassery of ace-ing all ya exams and life shit and all.”

She scooted closer.

“I know Patton likes quiche I make, so I packed some for you two to share. I put money in, too. Get snacks and order something if you two need it, alright? I love you, kiddo. I really do.”

He snuggled up to them and gave their pale cheeks a soft smooch. The elder sibling mumbled softly.

“If you complain about the money, I will bite your nose. Just take it. Financial worries are mine, not yours.”

Logan looked at Virgil, a shadow darkening their pale features. It was like a tree branch in the night, throwing a scary shadow into the room of a young and gullible child.

They abandoned the doubt and shook it off with a new sense of hardness in their eyes. It was sparkling determination.

“Have fun with your friends, please. I want you to take care of yourself, too. You and I both know that a good social life helps your mental health which, in turn, positively affects your overall well-being.”

Virgil blinked, happy beams radiating from her old orbs.

“You are the best sibling I could have ever wished for, Lo.”

She cleared her throat, wiping over her wet eyes.

“Time to fucking get ya to you friend! Ree will drive you and I will have ice-cream like a real champ!”

“REEEE, EEEEEM! Let us gOOOO!”

The middle man came back in, Emile right on his ass.

“You finished your drama? You won’t stab us if we come back in?”

Virgil giggled under the scolding look from his sibling. She shrugged dismissively.

“I am ready to go. I will wait in the car.”

They got pushed the little container into their backpack and put it over their shoulders before grabbing the trash and retrieving the keys from his sibling.

“Nuu, you are a baby and we gotta go with you. Reeeemileeey~ Come with me~”

The two got ready and joined as requested.

“DId you fuse our names?!”

There was an unusual amount of excitement in Emile’s voice. Not that they were not usually excited and happy but this was on a whole new level. There was a sense of knowledge and expectation in faer tone of voice.

It was difficult for Virgil to put her finger on it, considering she started feeling a bit more of an effect from the edibles she had consumed. Remy noted the excitement with his own piece of interest.

“I fuuuused your names and they fit together sooo well!”

As Virgil giggled, Emile’s eyes seemed to double in size, more so the black pools in the middle of these wild orbs.

Remy blinked at this change, his own curiosity swinging into the direction of excitement as well.

He wanted to know about the things that got Emile to bounce on faer feet like the most adorable danger stick in the whole history of humankind.

Something glowed in these mysterious eyes and Remy wanted to know more about it.

Well, for know it was time to take responsibility and drive them all to Patton.

He still wanted to know about it, so he took a chance when they had arrived and the three remained in the car alone, Virgil cuddled up to Emile and holding hands with glowing cheeks and a free heart.

Logan waved goodbye one last time and disappeared into the warm home of a loving family. A whole family.

“Em, what is so exciting about fusions? Do you like those kinda things?”

For a moment, his mind wandered as he tapped his foot down onto the pedals and started driving again in first gear before shifting higher.

He did not have the opportunity to glance into the rear-view mirror and see their face light up like a burning candle. Certainly, if he knew about how much he had missed, he would have cursed his own care about safe driving.

“I L-O-V-E fusions!”

A giggled followed faer sudden spray of words. The excitement pitched their voice into a higher vocal range.

Unexpected but lovely in a way it made Remy’s heart throb with just as much energy as Emile offered him. He let himself giggle a bit while Virgil was nothing but a puddle of chuckles and snickers. The half-naked pal hugged Emile close, seemingly absorbing their enthusiasm.

“Why do you like fusions so much, lovely?”

Remy licked his lips, tasting the delicious energy in the air. He relished in just a quick glance into the rear-view mirror in which he saw Virgil and Emile bonking the sides of their heads together, the latter bouncing a bit in faer seat.

His heart was blooming.

These two were the summer of his life.

“Th.-they !! Do y-you know of-of S-Steve Un-Univ-verse?”

Their hands were everywhere, Remy noticed. Virgil put himself on high-five duty whenever these hands moved places and suddenly appeared next to him or in front of his nose or behind Remy’s head.

To her, it was as if these hands appeared out of nowhere while Emile fawned his happy juices into every direction of this car.

Remy readily took in everything he could with a smile on his lips and promises in his chest. Sadly, he still had to shake his head but he prompted them.

“Enlighten us, would you?”

Fae continued, hands still moving in a somewhat erratic manner.

“S-So in - I .. I mean, y-you know”, they started, then stopped, then started again just to take a short pause.

Faer face fell into a statute-like aesthetic as fae deliberated what to say. The happy glows in their orbs were forever-persistent.

“Mw, Em.. Emiiiiile”, Virgil cooed softly, patting their hair, “You are wonderful.. your.. y... sEt.. pf.. ph-... STEVEN is your FRIEND and really wonderpoof too.”

She nodded, a sense of importance surrounding her. It gave her an expression of wisdom and some sort of... safe space. There was acceptance in his features.

Even when he mispronounced and misunderstood everything going on.

Virgil eagerly patted Emile’s poofy hair while nodding more, her happy curls jumping up and down the sides of her face like excited monkeys.

“So-sO! Steven is-is a human a-and he is part of the-the cry-c..c-crystal gems who are basically alien stones with magic. Oh, and they have weird adventures t-t-together and ev-everything is soft and ni-nice!”

Fae bounced in the back seat and Virgil enthusiastically moved along without even having a single clue of what was happening at the moment.

They clapped and she mimicked the movements with confused nods and delayed yaps.

“Magic Stpehen.. ph..phatven...”

Virgil looked at his hands, confusion spinning in their lost eyes. Maybe staring into her fingers could answer her the question of how it came that “Steven” was so difficult to pronounce.

They did not, if you wondered, too.

Emile smiled, gently brushing through his hair.

The most gentle of all smiles adorned their face as they soothed Virgil ever so patiently. The flapping piece of oversized jacket and mad boxers eventually nestled in faer lap and hugged these legs calmly. Every now and then, Emile would receive a loving pat to their skin because Virgil forgot what they felt like. Or because she was curious about what skin did when being touched and moved and shoved or patted.

They patiently stroked his hair further while Remy had a hard time keeping his gay together and himself focused.

Luckily, they arrived and got back up, Virgil insistently patting and hugging every door, pole and wall they did not pull him away from.

She was a really excited person in this state.

When they got into the apartment, Remy lead them to the couch, considering Virgil was a bit less in the position to know where anything or anyone was.

They snuggled up again, this time Virgil was in the middle and fidgeting with a magic cube.. rubrix.. thingy.. hihi, it felt funny!

“Remy, loook!”

She pushed the cube into his hands and hugged Emile close.

“Magical cube”, Virgil explained, voice mimicking the tone of a captivating conspiracy video.

“Very magical, cube”, fae agreed.

Remy nodded.

“Magical like these rad fucking shits you made. We are gonna see more than stars, we will see an entire galaxy!”

His words were purring in amusement.

Virgil lazily blinked at Remy, then slowly turned to Emile and just.. dropped their head to the side, completely overdoing the “tilting your head” business.

“Sooo.. are we.. a fusion?”

A clank could be heard and suddenly, Virgil whined and hugged the two close.

“The magical cube disappeared! I...m-..magic!”

His voice dropped into the sounds of scary camp fire horror stories once more.

“...m a g i c.”

The tallest of the three pushed another biscuit to Remy who gladly consumed the sweet, spacey treat.

“You are magic, you two fusers”, Emile purred back in reply and gently snuggled back, carefully pecking Virgil. This time, a whine arouse from Remy’s throat.

Emile shook faer head, a wild grin decorating this precious face.

Was that a little scar on their cheekbone? Oh, those cheekbones...

Remy got so lost in Emile’s pretty face, he barely noticed it coming close, Emile’s eyes closing sensually, slowly...

Then, their lips brushed against one another. Lonely mouth and alluring goal meeting and pressing together, closing around one another like embracing lovers after a long period of distancing.

“waHOOOO, G A Y!!”

Virgil cheered for them, leaving the youngest of the three to pull away from Remy, skin like cherry blossoms in the heat of spring.

Fae simply let him, innocently commenting with nothing but a whipping of faer eyelashes towards the shy one.

“Is that new for you, Virgil?”

The playful breeze of something like a rivalry returned, nestling between the moody couple of different extremes. The trio’s shortest and longest member looked at each other, a special dynamic reigning between them and drawing them closer.

“New that he gets the kisses first”, Virgil answered in unabashed honesty.

Instead of hiding behind witty remarks and sarcastic or snarky comments, she off-handedly pronounced the issue and pulled Emile in, gently pulling at the leather collar of this damn self-improved jacket.

It was surprisingly soft, compared to last time, at least.

Their lips were raspberries squeezing together ever so slightly, merely touching more than for a fleeting moment.

Virgil was the one to pull away.

It was Emile’s turn to be flustered at this moment. Fae slowly backed up, settling into faer space on the couch and taking another one of the beaked treats. They nibbled on them, hiding their face while Virgil pushed her legs onto faer lap and rested her head on Remy’s happy thighs. His skirt was rolled up a little so he got to feel his hair.

“You two taste so sweet...”

Remy shrugged, face still ablaze without his knowledge. He suspected it, though.

“Hey, Em. You going to college when the holidays are over?”

The taller one took the moment to appreciate Remy’s timing and tasteful change of topics while Virgil delightfully brushed over his exposed stomach in mild interest.

“I am just here for a summer job, I guess I told you guys”, fae mumbled softly as faer fingers moved to catch up to Virgil’s tracing fingerpads.

“After that I am going to Yban University further up the north. What about you guys?”

Virgil was chuckling and squirming when Emile started stroking his exposed skin.

He was ticklish, Remy remembered fondly.

“Virgil is gonna go up there too, but for working. So you can hang out with Logan if you want to!”

Remy winked and Emile stuck out their tongue at him.

“Don’t fuck the baby sibling.”

The small anger dwarf flailed and gasped.

“Nu, fuck me instead!”

Emile fucking starting to cough up during a weird mix of laughing and choking on his own mind and his partners’ words.

“Not na- now!”, fae gasped out, wiggling a bit but staying in place, more or less.

“Man”, Remy started, softly offering his hand for Emile to hold while his other was still carding through Virgil’s hair, “I will go up and study. It is surreal.”

He blinked.

“Holy fuckening, we are going to the same spot! I will move in with Virgil, like, fucking literally. As soon as I get my acceptance email and letter.. I .. I am.. gonna.. I will fuck your landlord.”

Emile was playing with their hair while stroking over these exposed legs.

“You two.. wanna hang out if we all end up in the same spot? That would be cool.”

Remy patted the spot close to him and gestured towards Emile, then back to the spot as he started to lay down. They got the message and followed suit.

Together, the three cuddled up, now laying and still high off their butts.

“It is perfect”, Em yawned, gently kissing the back of Remy’s hand.

Virgil nodded softly and pushed her nose against the other two pals’ noses.

“If you guys are with me, I can do all. I will get all done. I can do it.”

At least he tried saying that. His words came out as a jumble of weird sounds.

Laughter erupted and Virgil snuggled up, eyes closed and gently smooching the two before drifting off to sleep while the others whisper-screamed whatever thing seemed absolutely hilarious at the moment.

If they would stay together, she knew they would all be fine. They would all make it.

He was certain of it.

8 notes · View notes

zwei-the-penguin-with-a-pen · 5 years ago

Text

‘By Now’

"I can't wait to meet your parents, Blake! I mean, I met them at Haven, but it was rushed." Yang told Blake as they boarded the Pride ship for their trip to the island of Menagerie. "They do know we're dating now, right?"

"I'm not sure if they know or not. I talk about you enough, but I try to shy away from details when I talk to them." Blake replied, sipping from a bottle of water. "My mom would want to throw you a party, and my dad might try to fight you. Just to make sure you're 'strong enough for his little girl' or whatever."

"That's literally the cutest thing I've ever heard... What's it like to have two great parents?"

"It's awesome until you do something idiotic like scream at them and call them cowards because of some boy who turned out to be a monster." Blake chuckled to try and lighten the mood, but after that statement, it wasn't really possible.

"At least your parents didn't leave you. Taiyang didn't physically leave, but he might as well have. If anyone actually raised me after Summer died, it was Qrow. That's why Ruby adores him so much." Yang mused. She hoped she didn't sound like she was trying to one-up Blake's past with her own. Geez, did everyone from their class at Beacon have a tortured past?

"The sins of your parents are theirs to answer for, not yours, Sunshine. You turned out pretty great, as far as I can tell. And you raised a fantastic kid sister, too." Blake grinned at her Sunshine. Yang cracked a small smile at that.

Pride's foghorn belted out its one-note song, signaling her departure from the port. Yang looked out toward the horizon, taking in the view of the sea beneath the night sky. The full moon was out tonight, casting a soft glow upon the waves. It made for a spectacular view.

"If you think the moonlit sea is beautiful, just wait until you see the sunrise over Menagerie. It's enough to make you fall in love." Blake quietly mused, her cat ears wiggling at the thought. She slid her arms around Yang's waist, snuggling up close to her and kissing at the back of her neck.

"Oh Blake, not with people around. I wouldn't want them to throw us into the sea." Yang pleaded. This only seemed to light Blake's fire, as her kisses turned to soft nibbles. Yang's legs went weak at that, her knees turning to jelly. She then felt a soft tickle at her left side. It was over now; she was like clay in Blake's hands at that. "I love you, Moonlight." She spoke through her heavy breaths.

"I love you too, Sunshine." Blake placed one hand on Yang's rear as she replied.

"And you killed the moment." Yang joked. Blake paid her no mind.

"I could just stop..."

"You probably should... but I don't want you to. Too bad we couldn't spring for a cabin."

"I've been on this ship more than a few times. I know some hiding places." Blake cooed into Yang's ear, the blonde's heart melting at the sound of Blake's voice. Blake took Yang's hand and led her off to a hideaway.

\/\/\/\/\/

Blake had not been lying: the sunrise over Menagerie was the most glorious sight Yang had seen in some time. She and Blake shared a kiss in the sun's warm rays.

"It's beautiful here, Blake. We should stay here forever." Yang mused, her girlfriend laughing at her.

"We haven't even made land yet, Yang. We can't live in the ocean. Besides, if we stay in Menagerie, a cute faunus girl might steal you from me."

"There's no faunus cuter than you, Moonlight!" Yang cheered with an ear-to-ear grin. Blake rolled her eyes.

"You haven't seen any fish faunus yet..." Blake replied with a small smirk. "They're seriously the most adorable creatures ever. With their tails and fins and scales, oh gods."

"So you are a Scalie! Explains why you brought Ilia home!" Yang jabbed. Blake turned ten shades of red at that.

"Ilia was on a mission! Also, she did help me relieve some stress on the way to Haven..." Yang's mouth dropped open.

"You have known another? HOW DARE!!" She joked. Blake playfully shoved her face away.

"It was just a few cuddles... and booty rubs. And maybe some neck kisses. But we didn't bone, even though she tried diligently." Blake retorted. "I bet she would be great at it. She has a whole lot of tongue, after all." Yang's eyes widened at Blake's comment. "What? Don't tell me you haven't thought that!"

"I have..." Yang confessed. "A few times." She continued. "We should have Ilia over for dinner some night. See if she would stay for dessert!" Yang purred, annoying Blake.

"You're terrible." Blake grinned. "I'll ask her sometime if she hasn't found a cute girlfriend yet."

"If she's really cute, the girlfriend can come, too!" Yang joked. She thought she saw Blake's expression change. "I mean if that's cool."

"Let's put those ideas away for now. The ship's about to dock, Sunshine." Blake pointed at the pier by the shoreline. Yang smiled as she gazed at Blake's home. The two of them made their way off the ship and began their walk through the island markets.

"So you and Ilia shared some snuggles and junk, but were you and Sun ever a thing while we were apart?" Yang asked. Blake eyes her quizzically. "I'm not jealous of Sun or anyone else. I'm legitimately curious."

"Well... if I'm being honest, Sun did kiss me. It was on the ship ride back to Haven." Blake blushed lightly at the thought of Sun trying to kiss her. It was all she could do not to laugh about it.

"What was that like?" Yang queried.

"He wasn't bad at it. He needed some practice, sure, but he's probably a pro now. He's sure been kissing Neptune a lot these days." They both laughed at that.

"I mean... did you feel anything?"

"No. And I told him that as soon as he finished kissing me." Yang could have fallen onto her face hearing that.

"Damn, Blake! Just crush the boy, why don't you! Drag him, even!" Yang couldn't help but laugh.

"Well, Yang, he told me the same thing," Blake replied. Yang's laugh faded and she frowned.

"So he wasn't in love with you?"

"Never was. See, Sun liked me, sure, but he was in love with his own idea of me. He realized that I wasn't who he thought I was, but he still wanted to love the real me." Blake looked at her fingernails, flicking a bug off of one finger.

"That's a little depressing."

"Life can't always be rainbows and butterflies. Sometimes the one you want is not the one you need. If I learned anything from Adam Taurus, it was that." Yang's left hand twitched at the mention of that monster, but it subsided. He was dead, after all. He could never hurt anyone else. She clenched her metal fist.

"So, who's the better kisser? Between me and Sun, I mean..."

"Oh, you, of course. By ten. Twenty, even. You've got softer lips and better technique, and I actually want you to kiss me." Blake smirked. Yang cheered and pumped her fists.

"EAT THAT, MONKEY KING!!!" She cheered at the top of her voice.

"Calm down. Dragonfire. People are looking at us."

"Let 'em look. We're just a girl and her cat, after all. Nothing fancy."

"Speak for yourself, Sunshine. I'm plenty fancy!" Blake bragged. Yang squeezed Blake's rear with her left hand.

"Oh, I know, Kitty Cat." Yang purred as Blake stopped walking. She looked around to see a huge expanse. "Wow, is this the place? Chieftain doesn't look like a bad gig."

"It's not as big as the last one. I kind of set that one on fire when Adam's radicals tried to kill my folks." Blake confessed. "Still, it's a pretty big place. It's even bigger on the inside." She knocked on the door as she finished her sentence.

Kali answered the door, a shorter and more tanned version of Blake with bigger cat ears. She had piercings in her right ear as well.

"Ghira! Blake's here! And she brought her girlfriend!" Kali called into the house before hugging Blake and Yang. "Yang, is it? It's nice to meet you properly. I'm Kali, though you might call me Mom."

"Thanks, but I'll stick to Kali for now, if that's okay," Yang answered. A giant of a faunus appeared at the doorway. From the knee down, his legs were furry and his feet were like panther feet. He even had toe beans. From the knee up, though, he was all man.

"So this is the fire dragon I've heard so much about, eh? I'm Ghira Belladonna. It seems my Blake has a thing for blondes. I hope you're more likable than the last one she brought here." Ghira bellowed. Yang grinned.

"I'm positively sun-sational, Pops!" She replied. Everyone but Blake laughed at that. She just put her face into her hands.

"You three are going to get along too well..." Blake mused as she and Blake stepped into the house.

\/\/\/\/\/

Day 7: A Parent

I featured Blake’s parents at the end! That counts, right?

Just Bees talking, really. Whatever, Bumbleby is my fave and the easiest for me to write.

19 notes · View notes

angelskyladiana · 5 years ago

Text

Abandoned (Valeska)

FULL MASTERLIST

Chapter 1

Summary: Interest became adoration, a crush became mutual, a relationship began and their love flourished, a relationship ended and an obsession began. They said love would drive you crazy; they weren’t wrong.

Warnings: Manipulation, violence

Word Count: 3281

—————————

The sleek maroon range rover pulled up in a visitor parking spot outside of Arkham Asylum. It was the only car there, it seemed no one else was in the mood for visiting today, or any day realistically. She shut the car off and for a moment just stared at the haunted looking building but honestly in the back of her mind it was in a way haunted.

Her outfit seemed to contrast her mood. As she felt so grey and yet she shone bright in an array of bright colours.

She wore a scale sequin yellow, pink and red dress with lace trimmings and had buttons running down the middle. The dress ended just above her knee and she complimented the outfit with a pair of brown solid heels covered in other colourful assortments. Her hair was done up in a messy bun secured with a colourful bandana with a few strands hanging forward. The only jewellery she wore were a pair of golden hoops, her make up was done simply with a golden smear on her lid.

Reyna may have looked well put together but in all honestly, she was falling a part inside.

It was a good day for the people she loved, yet for some reason one of the most painful for her. Reyna often wondered if because of her outlook on today, did it affect the happiness and joy the day brought?

Checking her face in the mirror and feeling satisfied with her poker face, Reyna grabbed her purple snake skin bag and the square package, and jumped out of the car then heading towards the asylum.

The colourful woman didn't have to walk far before she reached the door which led her straight to reception. She pulled out her visitor card as she walked up to the brown haired bobbed woman with circular glasses behind the desk. The woman, Reyna knew as Pamela, didn't look up from the screen in front of her for a moment, her face was down and looked annoyed until she looked up and saw the young woman.

Pamela's pale skin seemed to gain colour at the sight of her and her face lit up with a smile. Reyna smiled down at her, "hey, Pammy."

"S.A! Oh, dear child!" She exclaimed, reaching over the desk and enveloping the colourful girl in her arms almost knocking the parcel out of her hands, "I thought I'd never see you again!" The greying woman squeezed her tighter.

"I'm quite overdue for a visit, aren't I?" Reyna laughed, hugging her back just as tight before they separated from the embrace.

Still holding each others hands, Pamela's smile never faded as she spoke, "Well, I'd rather you stay away from this mad house but selfishly I wish you'd visit more."

She smiled sadly, "I'm so sorry Pammy, things have been hectic at home and work, but we finished the house recently and I'd love for you to visit."

"That sounds lovely," Pamela beamed before finally letting go of the darker skinned woman and sitting down, looking through the visitors log, "now, who would you be here to see today? Or is it just a family visit?"

"Not a family visit today, unfortunately, but I'll come back and see them all soon," Reyna replied, "I'm here to see Jerome Valeska."

Her crystal blue eyes looked up at her in disbelief, her mouth opening like a goldfish and then shutting again before she finally spoke, "are you sure?"

Reyna's laughed awkwardly, "yes, I'm sure."

"Dear, I must warn you... he's not someone you ought to be near,"

"I can handle myself, Pammy," She continued, "I know him, don't worry I know what I'm doing."

Pamela looked up at her sceptically, "Very well, dear..." She trailed, reaching her hand out or Reyna's visitor pass and then scanning it before handing it back to her. Her eyes looked up from the rims of her circular glasses, "you be careful S.A, this ones not exactly like the others."

"I will, thanks Pam," She spoke before walking over to security who took her handbag and kept it on the outside of where the patients were and then once checking her parcel let her through.

These minimal security precautions were exclusive for the brunette as over the years she had visited so much and gained trust from the company and especially from Hugo Strange himself. But truth be told out of everyone in the asylum, Reyna was the safest and not just because the staff trusted her, but the patients too.

Her heels made a sharp sound that echoed through the halls of the mental institution summoning the interest of patients behind the metal fence. Many faces turned to look at her, some with familiarity and others with interest because of some inmates reactions.

A guard smiled at the known woman, automatically opening the door for her to step through into the hoard of perceived crazies. Immediately three walked up to her, Nigel, Carl and Daedolous all of which stared at her with a smile and waved at her before Aaron Helzinger ran up and threw his arms around her, almost knocking her over and forcing her to place the square brown package on the table next to her. For any normal person this would be considered a death sentence to be in the arms of the gigantic man, as he had murdered his entire family with those hands but in her mind there was no need to worry about the friendly giant. Aaron just wished for love and above all acceptance, one of her specialties.

He pulled away, a grin still lit up his face bearing his teeth at her. Her hand reached up to his cheek, smiling up at his brightly, "Aaron, its so nice to see you! How are you?"

"Good.." he grunted, still seeming in a daze at the young woman and practically day dreaming in front of her or perhaps reminiscing the last time he saw her.

"That's lovely, are you getting along with everyone?" Reyna questioned.

He looked up at the roof in thought before nodding almost comically at her and muttering an ecstatic, "yup!"

Her smile never faltered, "Thats good Aaron. Now I have an appointment and I must be punctual but I promise we'll talk more before I leave, ok?"

His face seemed to drop and an upset and almost depressed expression overtook it, that was until Reyna reached up on her tip toes and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek. His face lit up again and hand immediately held the cheek she touched in shock, "ok...." he murmured lightly, watching as she picked up the package, sauntering further into the sea of madness.

Reyna knew exactly where she was headed, at the back of the common room was the entrance to another small caged off area that held a single table and two chair, not the most private area but better than nothing she supposed.

At the last table before the gated room three particular inmates noticed her walking by. Barbara Kean sat up from leaning against Richard Sionis, her eyes narrowing in on the bright beauty, interest dancing in her bright blue orbs. Greenwood sat on the other side of the table watching her every mood with a deep hunger in his eyes, what type of hunger was the question regarding the cannibal.

Richard's bright blue eyes widened and he instantly jumped up off the seat making Barbara fall backwards slightly and bracing herself with her arms as to not fall on the ground.

His eyes were wide and somewhat terrifying as he approached the shorter woman, his arms wide as if expecting her to run into them. "Reyna!" he called.

Reyna repressed the urge to roll her eyes at the sight of him, over the past years she had visited the Asylum she noticed every change that would occur even if she didn't visit for months and so she obviously noticed the control the disgraced CEO held over Arkham. Meaning Reyna had to play nice or who knows what he would do.

"Mr Sionis," She spoke through gritted teeth.

His arms wrapped around her covered shoulders, taking her slightly off her heels to bring her closer, "how many times do I have to say it? Please, call me Richard." She swore she heard him smell her as she struggled to pull away from him.

"Of course, my bad," Her jaw clenched yet still she kept up the facade with bright eyes, "Richard."

"That's better. I haven't seen you in months, why haven't you been visiting? Where have you been?" He interrogated, his face turning serious in a second. Richard still held her tightly by her forearms, the parcel was the only thing separating them and she thanked whatever God that she had brought it.

"I've been meaning to visit but life's so busy outside the walls, I'll visit more now that it's all calmed down though, promise."

"I will hold you to that promise, Reyna." His hands seemed to shake as he gawked at the brunette, "I've missed you so much... Your weekly visits used to mean so much to me."

A sigh escaped her lips, "I'm sorry, Rich, I will make sure to visit next week and we can have as much of a chat as you want."

"That sounds lovely, Reyna." he agreed, his grip on her loosening. Reyna thought she deserved an Oscar for her performance in dealing with Richard Sionis. Out of all the 'freaks' in here, she somehow felt most uncomfortable around the manipulator. Richard was a forty-five year old disgraced CEO who found joy in controlling others and even greater joy in having possession of the nineteen year old. Disgusting, he could practically be her father.

Her lips dragged upwards and a fake look of sadness graced her face, "now I have an appointment I can't miss but I will see you soon, Richard."

"You better," he chuckled, although obviously there was a hidden meaning behind his words, "I can't wait."

Richard brought her into another too tight and too long hug before she merrily pushed him away and trotted off faster than before.

"Hi, honey!" Greenwood waved, earning him a small wave in return.

Richard walked back around the table, his eyes not once leaving the woman's retreating form. Barbara glared back and forth at the two men, annoyed that their attention was so easily taken from her and given to the stranger. She pulled Richard's arm down harshly, keeping him at eye level so he could not look away to the other woman. "Who was that?" Barbara demanded.

Reyna seemed to walk slower the closer she got to the room, she could see his flaming hair through the gates, he was facing away from her, and that somehow terrified her. His hands were moving around in the air erratically as he spoke to the guard standing in the corner.

"So, uh, who's visit me, huh? Is it dear ol' uncle Zach? Wait, am I in trouble? Oh, goodie!" he cackled, "no but seriously... I wanna know! What's goin' on? Oh God, its not my dear old dad, is it?" He ranted, his voice and actions shifting at every word, she could already tell his eyes were being directed everywhere he could see.

"Oh god, I don't look like Cicero, do I?" Reyna questioned, the door shutting behind her as the guard in the room left. At the sound of her voice Jerome's movements halted all together, like a statue, as if he were a victim of Medusa herself.

Summoning all the courage she had left, the brightly dressed woman walked around the table, examining the face she knew so well. Placing the package to the left of the table, she sat down in front of him, but neither uttered a single syllable. It seemed an unrealistic reaction from the usual joyous red head.

"I was shocked to hear he was your father," She began, not getting a response from him, "Lila really had no standards did she?" Reyna chuckled, still not getting a single response from him.

Her fingers tapped against the table and suddenly she felt uncomfortable under his gaze. "So.. who gets custody of the snake?"

"Sheba." He corrected immediately, teeth grinding and jaw clenching.

"Right, I forgot,"

"Hmm, happens when you disappear for five years, or I imagine it would, I don't know I can't speak from experience like you,"

"Romey-"

"Don't you Romey me!" He hollered, voice raising and his eyes wide with anger, "Ya run away? Fine. Doesn't mean I'm gonna want ya when ya come crawlin' back!"

Reyna looked down at her hands, she hummed, "I didn't run, and you know exactly why I left Jerome,"

"Oh yeah!" He scoffed, "someone got a little jealous and split! And I thought jealousy was my specialty..." He continued, both of them thinking about the many times he had shown his ridiculous possessive side and it got the worst of him.

"Jealousy is a common trait, sharing is caring Romey," She chided, knowing the fruitless times she had said those very words and how much it haunted the man in front of him. His frown deepened even greater as she spoke, who would've thought that this joker could be made to frown by such few words?

"I told you not to call me that!" Jerome yelled, his fist hitting the table making a loud bang echo around the room. Reyna jumped in her seat at the sound, causing it to skid back an inch, her lips falling into a pout. His green eyes stared into hers and she gulped, breathing shakily as a grin spread across his face, a laugh echoing from his throat, "oh, no, no, no, no, no, that look. I know that look! What? You think you can control me with that look like before?"

"I never-"

"Oh but ya did, I'd a done anything for ya, don't ya remember?" He interrogated, standing up in his seat and glaring down at her, "I woulda done anything for ya and I did everything for ya, but I made one mistake! One teeny tiny mistake and ya ran, didn't even say goodbye..." It seemed Jerome hadn't let go of the past and he still clung to it in hatred and disgust, when it only brought him sadness and misery.

Reyna sighed, easing her body to seem less agitated and tense, "we were kids, I was thirteen! Let the past rest Jerome."

"I told you before..." he began, stalking slowly from his seat to hers, standing in front of her like a lion ready for the kill. Jerome's form bent down to her, arms resting on her chair and the table, his head hovering over her shoulder and lips beside her ear. She still face where he was once seated as he prowled around her, she could feel his breath on her throat, "You. Don't. Control. Me. Anymore."

His breath bought shivers down her spine but not as much as when he immediately started cackling after seeing her shocked face, Jerome bent forwards walking some steps away clutching his stomach in laughter. His head swung back and he pretended to wipe a tear from his eye before looking back at her.

"So what made ya visit huh? Did he send ya?"

Reyna gathered herself as much as she could, clearing her throat before speaking, "no he didn't send me. I came on my own accord and I'd rather he knew nothing about it,"

His brow rose, "hmmm going behind his back... not wise. Control freak he is, he'd lose his mind over you running off to the looney bin,"

"He's not a control freak."

"Yeah, he is," Jerome spoke bluntly, finding it unnecessary to be anything but frank with the girl he used to know, his eyes looked her up and down but what one would think would be a desirable look it was not, he looked at her body in disgust. His nose scrunched up as if a bad smell was lingering, "he took you. He took your you,"

"Jerome that doesn't make any sense-" she began, only to be cut off immediately by the crazed ginger.

"Ya not my Andi anymore! Ya don't speak the same, ya don't dress the same, ya don't act the same. Everything that made you you, he took."

"He didn't take anything. It's called growing up. I just did it without you." Reyna spoke, finally standing from her chair and facing him.

"Hmmm, ya know what I think? I think he took plenty. I think he took it all! Was he not enough? That why you're here? To get your fix off me?" He chuckled, knowing she knew exactly what he was so vulgarly talking about. Her feet led her backwards a step each time he took one towards her, this caused him to smile, "must say ya definitely got a type..." he continued speaking watching her as he prowled around the to the desk opposite her.

"Stop. I came here to see you, not for any of that, I just..." she looked down at the ground in front of her.

"Just what?" Jerome harassed almost reaching tipping point but whether tipping point was him getting mad at her or him kissing her was unclear.

"I didn't want you to be alone, not today," Reyna sighed, going against her better judgement and walking stepping towards the table and package. Suddenly it looked as if the tables had turned and Reyna held the upper hand in the conversation.

Jerome's brow rose and his shoulders arched, leaning towards her, his weight against the table, "hmm... what exactly does that mean?"

Her fingers reached around the package, ripping the brown paper open and opening the plastic box to grab out the circular object before turning to face the ginger. "Happy birthday, Jerome." She smiled, "I got candles but I'm not allowed to light them, so we can just pretend your blowing them out," Reyna gestured to the two and zero candles set at the centre.

Jerome's head fell and stared at the table, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the table. His eyes shot, eyes clenched shut in annoyance, "figures..." he pouted, pushing off the table and strutting up in front of her. Yet again she felt his breath fall on her cheek at the close proximity. Jerome's hands reached from his sides up to the sides of her face, not letting the brunette tear her eyes from his for even a second, "you just have to make it difficult."

"Make what difficult?" Her lip twitched into a slight frown, hers looked far more innocent than his, who looked slightly maddened.

His face looked uncharacteristically sympathetic, he got as close as he possibly could to her before he spoke. "Hating you." He stated, taking his right hand off her cheek and lowering it to the side of the cake, peeling off some frosting and taking it to his lips. His stare didn't break as his tongue escaped his mouth to lick the frosting on his finger. Jerome hummed in delight, his mouth curving upwards.

"Yummy."

#jeremiahvaleska #jeromevaleska #oc #fanfiction #gotham #joker

3 notes · View notes

peachesplumsstakesfangs · 6 years ago

Text

The Light Beneath

Inspired by fanfiction that I can no longer find. Lucas and Eliott deal with relationship issues after a year of dating.

****WARNING****Contains rape scene and mention of suicide

Eliott was worried. Lucas had been drinking again. He had stopped drinking for a while or at least had slowed down, but the last few months had been rough. Lucas and his mother had made amends, but her mental health had taken a turn for the worse when she found out Lucas’s father and new wife were expecting another child. Eliott and Lucas had also moved into their own apartment, which had been exciting and wonderful, but also stressful. Then there had been Eliott’s own problems.

The last year had been great. He had been the happiest he had ever been. He and Lucas had even worked through the fallout from Eliott’s past coming to light and had become stronger for it. He had been taking his medication regularly and seeing a therapist, and then one day he felt the world slip. That was how it had felt, as if one minute he had been walking along just fine, sun shining brightly, birds singing sweetly, and then the mask of the world had shifted, just a little, but enough to show the visceral, dark underbelly beneath (the way he sometimes feared the world really was beneath the bright and fake shiny surface). He hated the feeling. That’s why he loved how Lucas viewed the world. Lucas had a beautiful mind that Eliott loved even more than he loved his body.

Eliott hated when his thoughts turned dark. He tried to keep the darkness at bay and had done well at first, but then a few weeks after that first slip, he had not been able to get out of bed. He hadn’t wanted to miss the art class he was auditing at University, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do more than go to the bathroom. Lucas had been worried; there had been no manic period preceding the depression, so at first, Eliott chalked it up to a stomach bug or cold. There had been something going around at both the University and the high school so it could have been that. A few months earlier, he probably would have hidden his fears from Lucas so as not to worry him, but they had promised each other no more secrets, so he told him how he was feeling right away. Lucas had insisted he call his parents, and the next week Eliott was seeing his physician who told him that they needed to change the dosage on his medications or try something else entirely. The doctor warned them that it would probably take time to find what worked again, which could mean a rough couple of months for all of them.

The whole ordeal brought back memories from Eliott’s childhood. Memories of his mother frantically trying to figure out why he was acting out so much in school. He had been diagnosed with everything from autism to borderline personality disorder. His mother had been terrified because her sister had suffered from mental health issues, eventually committing suicide. His parents had protected and supported him the best they could, but it had taken years to find the right diagnosis and then a lot of trial and error to find the right medication and dosage that worked for him. Dosages had changed over time, but for the last few years, if he took the medication like he was supposed to, he was able to manage.

And so, as it happened, right when he and Lucas should have been deliciously enjoying their new life together in their own place, Eliott’s mood swings started to drive a wedge between them. At first, Lucas had been very supportive and attentive, but Eliott had started to isolate himself and push Lucas away. He hated Lucas seeing him out of control and not himself, and he hated hurting Lucas in any way. Lucas didn’t complain, but he started to stay out longer with friends and eventually started drinking and smoking more.

There had been one particularly nasty fight, and Eliott had left their place to stay at his parents’ apartment. His parents had been away for the weekend, so he thought it would be a good place for him to decompress and resettle his mind. Lucas had messaged and called him the whole night, but Eliott hadn’t been ready to talk to him, yet. They had both said some pretty hurtful things, and he didn’t want to say anything that he couldn’t walk back, so he had shut the phone off, crawled into bed, and fallen into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Eliott had woken early feeling somewhat refreshed. He knew he had to talk to Lucas immediately and apologize. He stepped out of the apartment to find a sleeping, disheveled Lucas on his parents’ doorstep. He must have tried to ring the bell the night before, but Eliott had not heard anything. Eliott knelt and could smell the alcohol wafting off Lucas in waves. A purplish bruise marred the right side of his face where he had lain against the brick entryway. Eliott frowned and felt his heart sink. This was exactly what he had feared. He was destroying this boy that he loved so much, but he wanted so badly to make it work, to be better for him. He knew they had to figure it out.

Lucas had opened his red-rimmed eyes and lifted his head for a kiss, which Eliott had not hesitated to give him. Eliott carried him back up to the apartment to let him sleep off the binger. The next morning, he had made a simple breakfast of fruit, store-bought pastries and coffee, but Lucas barely touched a thing.

“I’m sorry about the other night,” Lucas said.

“Minute by minute,” Eliott assured him. Usually, Lucas would smile when he said their secret promise, but this time Lucas had just looked away towards the window above the kitchen dinette table. There had been a quick, small frown at the corner of his mouth before he looked at Eliott again.

“Are you coming home?” Lucas asked tentatively as though he was afraid of the answer.

Eliott reached across the table and grabbed Lucas’s hands in his own. “Of course, I am. I just needed a little space. I’m sorry I didn’t return your calls last night.” Eliott paused, considering his next words carefully. “I just didn’t want either of us to say something we would regret.”

Lucas looked relieved but exhausted. “Ok,” he sighed, before taking a small sip of his coffee and looking out the window again.

*****

The next week Eliott had started feeling more stable, and Lucas seemed in a better mood, so Lucas, Eliott, Manon, Mika, and Lisa had decided to try Slithers, a new club in the Champs-Elysees district. The club catered to an eclectic crowd, and you could find preppy college kids, American tourists, and drag queens all dancing the night and morning away to the music of renowned guest DJs from around the world. It was a hard place to get into, but Mika knew one of the investors (not too many details were given about how), and they had been able to get in without any issue. The owners were trying to bring back the decadence of America’s Studio 54 during its heyday, and Eliott thought he recognized a few celebrities in the crowd. But he wasn’t there to fanboy; he was hoping a good time with friends would cheer Lucas up. When they entered the club, he started to worry that going to a bar where the alcohol flowed freely had been a bad idea.

Lucas had been in a good mood and at first, they had all danced together, but then Eliott had become tired. Although the new medication had stabilized his mood, he noticed that he became more easily exhausted. His physician had assured him it would be temporary, and Eliott hoped it wouldn’t mean more tinkering with the dosages. He kissed Lucas, who was still having a great time dancing, and promised him he wouldn’t be too far away. Lucas had wanted to join him, but Eliott insisted he stay on the dance floor with his friends who he didn’t get to see as often now that he no longer shared a flat with them.

Eliott found a section of overstuffed leather couches in a dark corner by the bar. At first, he watched Lucas as other partiers joined their little group. Lucas looked radiant, and guys and girls danced and hugged on him as the music pounded through the club energizing everyone inside. He had noticed Lucas had already had a few drinks too many, some bought by his admirers, but decided he would just keep an eye on him and would step in if needed. A leggy blonde slinked over near him and tried to talk to him, but she quickly moved on when she realized Eliott was only responding in two-word sentences. Her interruption, however, had made him lose sight of Lucas, and he stood up to get a better view of the area. He turned around to check the other side of the club and bumped into Manon.

“We need to get out of here,” she yelled over the music. “Someone is spiking the drinks.” She looked distraught and Eliott remembered what had happened to her the year before. He hugged her and felt her body tremble and then settle down.

“Ok, we’ll get out of here,” he said. “We just need to find Lucas.”

Mika and Lisa walked up still in a joyous, boisterous mood, but they quickly sobered when they saw Eliott’s and Manon’s worried faces.

“We need to find Lucas,” Eliott said, this time more frantically. Manon told Mika and Lisa about the spiked drinks.

They all quickly scanned the club. “Is that him over there?” Mika asked, perplexed, as he pointed to a shadowed area near the back of the club.

Eliott looked in the direction that Mika was pointing and saw a tall, dark-haired guy leaning over a shorter guy who looked a lot like his Lucas. The guy was kissing him, and it looked like Lucas was kissing him back. The leggy blonde who had been talking to Eliott earlier was dancing around them and rubbing Lucas’s back, seemingly propping him up.

“What the fuck?” Eliott yelled as he raced towards the far end of the club where they were dancing. A large crowd of people doing the Conga intercepted their path. When the crowd cleared, Lucas and the couple had disappeared. “We have to find him, now!” Eliott exclaimed. His stomach hurt, and he wanted to throw up and punch someone all at the same time. “I’m going to check the restrooms” he said, as he raced away, the others followed, struggling to push through the crowded club and keep up with his long strides.

When he rushed into the restroom, he saw the guy pressing Lucas against the wall. He had his hands down the front of his pants, and Lucas was half undressed. He was responding to the guy's kisses and touches, but his eyes looked glassy and dazed.

“Hey, go find your own party,” the guy started, but then Eliott landed a punch so hard that the guy fell heavily on the sink nearly cracking the basin and mirror. Eliott was so filled with blind rage that he barely noticed Manon as she stepped in between him and the guy. He stopped short, and the guy took advantage of the pause to rush toward the door, nursing a bloody nose. “It’s not my fault your boyfriend is a little slut!” he yelled back at them. “He wanted it bad.”

Both Manon and Eliott lunged toward the guy, but he scurried out of the restroom and was quickly lost in the crowd. Mika and Lisa entered just as Eliott rushed back towards Lucas who was slumped against the wall.

“What…. what…happened?” Lucas slurred. Eliott didn’t know what to do. He felt like the rage was turning into something dark and twisted and he was scared…scared shitless of losing this beautiful boy slumped in front of him.

“We have to get him home,” Mika said, as he grabbed a handful of wet paper towels and pressed them against Lucas’s now feverish head.

“No, no, it’s no telling what was in those drinks,” Eliott stammered. He felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff and willed himself to calm down. “We have to get him to the emergency room,” Eliott finally got out. His head cleared a little more as he pushed down the rage and fear threatening to engulf him. He needed to focus and make sure Lucas was safe. “Lisa, Mika, go tell one of the bouncers what’s going on, so no one else gets hurt and then meet us at Clinique’s emergency room.”

******

Eliott and Lucas made it home later the next day. Lucas’s drinks had been tampered with, and the doctors had been able to give him medical care in time. One of the doctors told them it was lucky they had brought him in when they did because he had been given so much of one of the drugs that his respiratory system had been severely compromised. The hospital had kept him overnight for observation and given him an IV of fluids and medications.

When they made it to their apartment, they had both fallen asleep, wrapped tightly around each other. Later that night, Eliott woke to Lucas’s groans for water and pain meds. He got up to get him a glass of water and the aspirin and watched him closely as they both sat up against the headboard to talk.

“You have to stop drinking so much, ok?” Eliott finally said. “That fucking asshole could have done so much worse.”

“My drink was spiked. It wasn’t my fault,” Lucas said defensively, and then he paused as silent tears fell from his eyes.

“I didn’t mean to imply that what he did was your fault, but you know you’ve been drinking too much.”

Lucas looked at Eliott and then down into his glass of water. “I just didn’t want to feel so much anymore. My head has been in a bad space. When you left and wouldn’t answer my calls, I thought I had lost you for good.” Eliott reached over and took the glass away putting it on the side table. He held Lucas’s hand as Lucas sighed and then slowly continued. “It was such a bad fight; we said such ugly things. This year has been so great, sometimes it’s like a dream that’s too good to be true, and I find myself waiting for the other shoe to drop. I guess I forced it to drop.”

“I said some pretty hurtful things, too...and it’s been tough trying to get used to the new medication, but we said minute by minute, right?” Eliott asked.

Lucas turned to look at him. “Just fuck minute by minute,” he said angrily. “I don’t even know what that means anymore. It meant something else when I said it the first time. I thought it meant that we would get through our issues together taking it day by day, enjoying and living in the moment, not trying to guess what the future would hold.” He paused again, considering his words carefully. “Now it sometimes feels like I could lose you in any minute. That this minute may be the minute where it all implodes. I thought I was ok with that, just living in the moment, but I want so much more than that. When you asked me to move in with you, I thought things had changed. But then you left, and you shut me out completely.”

Eliott moved closer to Lucas and placed his leg over the smaller boy’s leg. “I never want this to end,” he said. “That’s why I had to leave. I was scared I would say or do something that would make you want to leave me.” He turned Lucas’s faces towards his. “Can you trust that if I ever have to walk away from a fight or isolate myself because I’m feeling down, that I will always come back to you?”

Lucas smiled through his tears. “Yes,” he nodded. “And can you trust there is nothing you could ever do or say that would make me give up on us?”

Eliott smiled and pulled Lucas’s body down into the bed, wrapping his full body around him. “Yes,” he promised. He pulled Lucas’s face to his own and kissed him deeply until both had to break apart to catch a breath. Lucas pulled Eliott’s bruised hand towards his mouth and kissed it softly. Eliott smiled. “Ok, then, how about no more minute by minute. How about forever?” Eliott asked.

Lucas looked at him perplexed, “Is that a proposal?”

“Well, my grandparents were married at 16, and are still married…but maybe we have our own little secret engagement, and when we’re ready, and not doing it just because we’re scared of losing each other, I propose to you the right way,” Eliott whispered. He melted when he saw the way Lucas’s eyes glazed over, not from alcohol or weed, but just from the love they shared together. Lucas pressed his body more firmly against Eliott’s, and it took all his strength to not undress him right there and make love to him all day and night, but Lucas still looked tired, and Eliott wanted him to rest. “And we can both go see a therapist…maybe together?” Eliott suggested.

“Couples counseling?” Lucas laughed. “Ah, Putain, we really are going to be like some old, boring married couple now.”

“Would that be so bad?” Eliott asked, happier now that Lucas was smiling again. He looked so beautiful when he smiled. Eliott could lose himself in Lucas’s wide smile and bright, blue eyes for an eternity.

Lucas smiled even wider, “No, not at all.”

Eliott kissed him softly and deeply. He pulled him close and pushed his face into Lucas’s thick, unruly hair. He couldn’t figure out why Lucas couldn’t understand how it would be impossible for him to ever be apart from him for too long. Even when he was stuck in his darkest, deepest thoughts, Lucas was the light that guided him home. Eliott promised himself then and there that he would take care of this lovely soul forever. He now knew the light of their love was the real truth of the world, and that he wanted to live in that truth forever.

#elu #skam elu #skamfrance #skam fanfiction #elu fanfic #skam france #lucas x eliott #lucas lallemant #eliott demaury #skamelu #skam

13 notes · View notes

edds-cola-can · 6 years ago

Note

I’m interested in your Matt gets his memory back au! How and when does he get his memory back? How does Matt and the others react to this?

rubs my lil gay hands together

boy oh boy sit down ladies and gentlemen cuz its going to a be a long post

essentially; Tord injects matt with some kind of “memory re-generator” and some other bullshit that makes people really fucking violent

Its about 4 months after the End. Edd, Tom, and Matt have all moved into their apartments. They all keep living life like The giant robot bullshit never happened, they dont even acknowledge it.

Except, y’know, when Tord’s face pops up every now and again on the news.

None of them would ever admit it, but they constantly think about what happened, and what went wrong. Matt’s own ego deflated quite a bit in the 4 months that passed, he had grown depressed, and in all honesty, he wasn’t sure why.

One night, the screen on his window in the north side of Matt’s bedroom slid open from the outside.

As Tord entered Matt’s bedroom he pulled a small needle from the inside of his jacket, and held it up to Matt’s temple. Careful as to not wake him up, the clear liquid is injected directly into the vein running across Matt’s head. When the pain from the injection wakes Matt up, Tord slips back out of the bedroom, and into the night.

Within the following weeks, Edd and Tom would notice slight changes in Matt’s behavior. A shorter temper, more dead stares, and was barely every in an actual good mood. That didn’t mean he was constantly angry, he was just… there.

The Most notable change was about a month after Tord’s midnight visit. When Matt started chucking his valued Novelty toy collection out the window. He made his way downstairs and poured gasoline over all of it, and dropping a lit match on top. Edd went down to the ground to try and talk to Matt, while Tom investigated His apartment.

Every single Mirror and glass frame was shattered. Every picture even remotely resembling Matt was disfigured.

Matt was brought back upstairs. He was crying, and shaking as Edd ushered him into His apartment. Tom closed the door to Matt’s Apartment and followed the two into Edd’s Apartment.

They all sat down on the couch and kept asking Matt what was going on, but he wouldn’t give them an answer. He was clearly scared and didn’t know what was going on, but he couldn’t bring himself to formulate even a simple sentence.

Matt was driven down to the hospital, and was given an MRI. As the graph’s showed, His brain showed signs of Depression and trace element circulating through his entire brain, but other than that, it was healthy. It actually seemed to get slightly larger. Matt was to spend the entire night in the Hospital room. It was then that he asked to see Edd and Tom. When they came in the room Matt explained he had no idea what was going on, and just wanted them to stay in the room with him. However, since they were not family, they could only stay until 11 PM. They talked for hours until it was time to leave. A nurse came in and announced she was going to get him his dinner.

In the 10 minutes he was alone, he disappeared without a trace.

#xxxxx-what-xxxxx #Memory Revival Au #ew matt #ew tom #ew edd #ew tord #doodles #eddsworld

99 notes · View notes

1wngdngl · 5 years ago

Text

Avengers: Endgame - final thoughts

So, I saw Avengers: Endgame for the second time on July 1. And ever since then, I’ve been meaning to post my full review. You might be wondering, what took so long? Well, I had a review all ready the night I came back from the theater, but Tumblr ate it, and it took a while for me to regain the motivation to type it up again. And then I wanted to make sure it was a really good, super-detailed review, so it took even longer. End result being that it’s now two months later later, so who knows if anyone even cares anymore ;) But I’m sharing it anyway, so it doesn’t feel like a complete waste of time.

(Keep in mind this review was largely written before Spider-Man: Far From Home and the SDCC came around to muddy the waters, so nothing past Endgame is mentioned.)

I think I actually liked this movie better the second time I saw it. I enjoyed it the first time, certainly, but the first time I was so concerned about what the movie might be like, what might happen next, who would live or die, how the whole saga would be concluded, that I wasn’t fully able to be in the moment. And when you go into a movie with that attitude, and with a wishlist of things you want to see, it’s easy to feel slightly disappointed when an item doesn’t get checked off your list.

But when I saw Endgame the second time, I already knew what was going to happen, so I was able to relax more and just appreciate everything – the action, the humor, the music, the characters, everything. To quote Thor, I was able to appreciate the movie for what it was, not for what it was “supposed” to be.

One thing I especially appreciated this time was the sheer variety the movie presented, in the tone, the characters, and the settings. Both Infinity War and Endgame are long movies that feel much shorter, but they achieve that in different ways. Infinity War was near non-stop action and dramatic reversals, so you never had time to get bored. In contrast, Endgame has a lot more quiet moments and mundane interactions. It’s almost like a mini-series of half-hour episodes, each with its own tone and setting.

I really like how Endgame opens, with something as simple as Clint spending time with his family. It really cut me when he looked away for a moment and all his family disappeared. The opening emphasizes that, however long it may have been for the audience since seeing Infinity War, for the characters it’s a fresh tragedy. The “Porch” musical theme from the end of Infinity War shows up here too, linking the two movies together (it’d be amazing to watch them back-to-back sometime).

The somber mood continues with Tony out in space, desperately trying to get home. When he finally does, he’s relieved to find Pepper still alive, but that doesn’t make everything better (and of course, he hasn’t exactly forgiven Steve yet either). With the help of Nebula and Captain Marvel, a group goes to hunt down Thanos, hoping they can use the Stones themselves to bring back the Snapped. But of course, Thanos has already destroyed the Stones, and there’s no getting them back, ever.

When Thor chopped off Thanos’s head mid-sentence, it was very satisfying, but of course that didn’t actually fix anything – even Thor realizes this within five seconds. This whole section of the movie is like a delayed climax from Infinity War, and has an even greater sense of finality and failure than the dusting itself.

When I first saw the words “Five…Years…Later” appear on screen, I was really startled. That the writers would let this world and the Avengers spend five years wallowing in their failure. It probably shouldn’t be surprising that most of them stepped down from hero business in the interim. Out of everyone, I actually think Bruce handled the post-apocalypse the best, finally able to achieve self-acceptance and inner peace. On the flip side is Thor, who seems to feel the most personally responsible for the tragedy – if only he had gone for the head the first time! – and who spends every day drinking himself senseless so he doesn’t have to think about it. Tony seems content to hide out in his lake cabin with his wife and daughter, not getting involved in the problems of the larger world. Natasha buries herself in work, and Steve seems to just drift aimlessly. And Clint…His despair sends him into darkness and violence, and I wonder if his previous crimes when he was being mind-controlled made it the tiniest bit easier to fall into that darkness.

If you look at the “going after Thanos in the garden” part as a prologue, then the whole “living with failure” is the start of the first act. Everyone is just trying to make do, carry on the best way they know how. This part of the movie is very subdued, almost mundane, and mostly consists of characters exchanging dialogue, absent of action, of music, of life. But the whole of the MCU has done so much work in developing these characters that even just watching them interact is interesting. They no longer feel like actors, just people playing off each other in the most natural way. They feel like old friends, both to each other and the audience, friends who are going through a tough time.

The inciting incident, the moment things start to change, is when Ant-Man arrives. He’s the one who brings hope and humor back into the movie. He hasn’t had to live through years in this ruined world, so he still has optimism that they can fix things. You know, when he first suggested time travel, I was a bit nervous since a lot of movies don’t handle time travel very well. But the “time heist”, as it’s called, may be my favorite part of the movie.

So we move into the second act, where the Avengers split up and go after the Infinity Stones in different time periods. This section is a lot more “fun” than the previous scenes, as the characters re-visit moments from past movies, making the heist into a sort of “MCU in Review”. But these scenes aren’t just cut-and-pasted from their original movies – instead we get to look at them from different angles, see what was happening just offscreen, and see characters who wouldn’t even make their first appearance until later, like seeing the Ancient One and Brock Rumlow during the Battle in New York.

With multiple time-travel groups, the movie cuts quickly between them, so you’re never quite sure where or when you’ll get to see next. Again, the sheer number of characters in this movie is amazing – nearly everyone from Infinity War, plus time travel allows even more characters to show up. Sure, many appearances are just cameos, but the level of logistical planning that all these scenes must’ve involved just boggles the mind.

Not only does the time travel let viewers revisit parts of the MCU, it also allows the main three Avengers (Tony, Steve, and Thor) to reach some closure with their past. Tony and Thor get to have proper goodbyes with their parents; Steve’s closure has to wait until the end of the movie, but is worth the wait.

The time heist is mostly just fun at first, but slowly things start to go wrong. First Natasha dies, then Nebula is captured and replaced by her own past self, who finds a way to bring the nightmare of Thanos back into everyone’s lives. To be honest I wasn’t sure if or how he would be relevant to the movie again after being killed right at the start, so this twist really caught me off-guard. The moment Thanos’s ship opens fire and destroys the Avengers Compound is one of the most startling in the movie, jolting events right into the third act.

The final battle is very complex and would take a long time to properly break down. Seeing Thanos’s army of Leviathans, Outriders, the Black Order, and more as a single unified force – it’s almost as exciting as seeing the heroes all assembled. The moment where all the dusted heroes show up on the battlefield, to the “Portals” theme, may be the most emotionally stirring moment in the series. The power level on each side is unfathomable; and when it all ends and the bad guys fade away into dust – first the legion, and then finally, finally Thanos himself – I felt a real vindictive satisfaction that he got what he deserved, that this time it was the Avengers who had the last laugh.

I know some people were angry about how Tony Stark died, but really, what better end for a character can you ask for? He saved the whole universe, and had a grand funeral with many attendees – many of whom didn’t even like him personally, but recognized the debt they owe him. The part at the end where Happy is trying to comfort Tony’s cute daughter, who is too young to completely understand what’s going on…Priceless. In the very first Iron Man movie, Yinsen told Tony “Don’t waste your life”, and I think he’d be proud.

The first time I saw Endgame, I wasn’t sure how I felt about Steve and Thor’s endings, but on a second viewing I felt much better about them. Steve, after all his sacrifice, living the superhero life non-stop, finally got to have the life he wanted with Peggy. Thor wasn’t able to get back any of the friends or family he lost, but he finally got over his guilt and depression, and left with the Guardians to have a new adventure. I think they will all get along well ;)

[another thing that made this second viewing fun – I sat next to a family who was seeing it for the first time, and the kids were very animated in their reactions to all the big moments, action, and jokes, so that made it more special for me too. I love seeing other people react to something I already know and enjoy.]

Addendum:

Like I said, all of the above was written several months ago, and I haven’t yet seen Spider-Man: Far From Home and have generally not looked into any Marvel news since then. Truth is, I’m extremely nervous about the future of the MCU. I know the studio can’t rest on their laurels, and so have to keep making movies, but personally I’d be happy if the MCU was truly done with Endgame. Not that I think everything after that will be junk, but because Endgame provided such a satisfying conclusion that I’m afraid future entries will just confuse things, or reduce that sense of closure. “Stop when things are at their best,” is what I believe. Otherwise you risk undoing the specialness of the story by repeating yourself, making accidental (or deliberate) retcons, or by losing the thread of a character’s arc and treating them more as a marketable commodity than a person.

But! I have a strategy prepared – if future entries after the Infinity Saga don’t capture that same wonder, don’t spark the same interest in me, I’m prepared to view them as expensive fanfiction, and be satisfied with the perfect, complete story that Marvel already gave us :)

#movies #marvel #mcu #avengers #avengers: endgame #reviews

1 note · View note

dammitadolfnomorecake · 6 years ago

Text

DOTW 13 start

"Eren, you have a visitor" Poking her head into his room, Hanji smiled warmly at him, before opening his door properly. Curled up in his bed, he'd been avoiding her after her unwarranted online purchases... which had arrived right in time for him to be coming out of his post heat depression. Hanji had decided he needed to embrace his sexuality. The woman marching into his room and upending a box of sex toys and pornos on his bed, like it was a perfectly fine and normal thing to do. Then she'd laughed when he'd tried to run away from it all. Some of the things... there was no way they were fitting in there. Getting the sex talk from Zeke was bad enough. Getting a box of "sex" was positively mortifying and she'd acted like it was fine! "Honey, you can't ignore me forever" "I can too" "Nope. You just replied. Anyway, he wanted to see you last week, but with your depression being so bad, I thought it better we wait until today, when you have the whole house to yourself" "Hanji... do I want to know what you've got planned?" "Nope. No plans here" "You're always scheming" Hanji giggled "You know me too well, but this time, I promise there's no ulterior motives. He wanted to see you, to talk. Now, get up and come hug me because I have to go to work" "Can't you come here?" Lifting his blankets, Hanji locked eyes with him until Eren finally slid out from under them. Padding softly over to the female alpha and wrapping his arms around her "You're so mean" "I know. Call me if anything happens?" "I won't. Moblit's home tonight, isn't he?" "Yep. I feel replaced already" "I could never replace you" "Aww. I love you too sweetheart. Don't go getting into trouble" He'd thought talking to Hanji and telling her they were in danger would drive her away, but it hadn't. She didn't ask him any more about Zeke, and he was grateful for it. If anything it kind of felt like they were even closer, especially with what she'd just said. Even if it was a joke, that was first time she'd told him she loved him. Expecting Marco to be the one waiting downstairs, he didn't bother changing out his yoga clothes. He'd been stretching before deciding that taking a nap was a better idea. Walking into the living room, he was completely unprepared for Levi to be sitting there. A thick book sat on the table in front of him. Looking to him, Eren felt like his heart was about to fail. Levi looked better than he'd remembered. He didn't understand how that was possible. The alpha was hot. Even if he was shorter than him by a few inches, he had this kind of effortless sexiness that made him slick without meaning "Eren..." "You're ok..." Staggering over to him, Eren slumped down next to him. Levi was here. Right here. Zeke hadn't hurt him "You're ok..." "I'm fine, brat. But I thought we should talk" Talk. Oh. Yeah. He had no idea what to say though. He... he'd had sex with this man. He liked Levi. He liked Levi and he had sex with him "Oi. Brat. Calm down. I just wanted to make sure you're ok" "I'm so sorry. Climbing into your lap like that. Leaving you a message like that. I was being so selfish" Levi snorted "If you're apologising to me, you really are a basket case" "What?" What?... What?! He was trying to apologise here! "Brat. You don't need to apologise" "I do. I... I've liked you for a... a long time. I've never liked anyone before. I don't know what I'm supposed to say or do. You were... kind in your own way, but because of me, you could be in danger" "You don't even know me" "I think I want to. Even if it's not like that..." "I'm old and boring, and according to you, constipated" Eren blushed slightly "That's before I learned you actually give a crap" "What makes you think I do?" "You'd be in hospital if you didn't... and you wouldn't be here trying to talk this out with me, if you didn't" "I can't argue with that logic" What the fuck was he supposed to say now? He didn't even have anything to talk to Levi about. He didn't know what the man liked and what he didn't like. He didn't want to ask him about his job, because he knew it probably had days he just wanted to forget. Rubbing his sweaty palms against his yoga pants, he hated the silence. "Brat. I told you to calm down" "Then talk! I don't know what I'm supposed to say" Levi let out a laugh that didn't impress him. At least he was trying "I thought you would have realised now, I'm shit with words" "Then why did you come?" "Because of that message you left. It must have taken all your courage to call" "Hanji told me you felt bad... and I don't want you to. I... I wanted to do it, that thing, with you" God. If the ground could kindly swallow him "It's called sex" "Well it's not like I've ever willingly climbed into the lap of an alpha before. And thanks to that, Hanji brought me a box of sex toys!" Maybe he shouldn't have yelled the last bit... his cheeks flaming "Did you expect anything less from her?" "God. This is what I hate about you alphas. You all act like the only good thing about us omegas is the sex! I don't want or need to have sex to be happy. And I don't regret having sex with you. It made me realise just how much more work I need to do on myself" "At least something came out of it" He wanted to smack his head against the wall. Levi still wasn't giving him anything "So, you're really ok? You ended up in hospital" "From dehydration, and Hanji spent the last week with me" "That's good" And there was that silence again... he needed something other than this awkward conversation about sex. His eyes moved to the book on the table "What's that?" "It's a book" "No fucking shit" "I remembered that you have trouble reading, so I thought we could try have you read this" "There's no way..." It was stupidly thick, and looked brand new "Not all at once. I thought if you cane across words you didn't understand, you could text me. I won't always be able to apply right away. But I will reply" "You're going to teach me to read?" "There's no need to be so shocked" "It's just... you're so busy" "Not too busy to reply to a text from you" "What if I get the words wrong in the text?" "I'm pretty sure I can work out a text from a brat like you" Hanji had said Levi liked him in the same way he liked the alpha. Despite how fucking awkward he was, he was giving him chance "Before we start, can I ask you something?" Eren huffed, drawing his words out to tease Levi "I suuuuuppose I owe you that much" "How far did you get with your schooling?" Fidgeting, he didn't want to say. He didn't want Levi thinking even less of him "I know how society treats omegas. I won't judge you" "Really?" "Yeah" "I didn't even go to high school" The words where whispered, but Levi nodded anyway "And Zeke helped you right?" "He tried to..." "Then I think you're really going to enjoy the book. I was... I thought it might be too young for you" "How can a book that thick be too young?" "Because it's a collection of books in one volume" Picking the book up, he nearly dropped it from its weight "Um... I can't even read the title" "The Chronicles of Narnia" The Chronicles of Narnia. Repeating it to himself, he wasn't sure how "ch" was "k" but if Levi said so, it had to be true "Don't worry, there's pictures" "Oh. I wasn't worried about that. I was just thinking how big it is" "That's what he said" Eren sighed "Really?" "Really. I just came to see how you were, and to drop the book off. I should probably go" "You don't have to. I mean, Moblit and Hanji are at work. Wait no! Not like that. I mean. I don't know" "Thanks to Erwin, I have an event I have to attend tonight. I still need to get ready for the shitty thing" Eren mood dropped "Don't look like that. Just start on the book" "I will. Um, Levi. Thank you for coming 'round. I was so nervous, but not so much anymore" "That's good. And even if you don't regret it, I'm still sorry. An omega like you, deserves more than sex in a car" "A-an omega like me?" "A bright eyed brat with a good heart" "This means we're friends right?" "Yeah Eren. Don't forget to message me, and if you can't spell the word out or don't understand the sentence, you can send me a photo" "Thank you, Levi" Fuck... his stupid omega wanted to lean in and kiss Levi's soft lips. He knew how warm and right they felt against his own, while a warm and fuzzy feeling was filling his stomach. He and Levi were friends, which was so much better than nothing. And if Zeke asked, he could protect Levi. He could tell him honestly that Levi was friend. He'd never had this many friends before.

5 notes · View notes

cherry-interlude · 6 years ago

Text

The Blackest Day - Lana Del Rey Lyric Breakdown

I did at one time interpret this song as being about an actual baby Lana lost but it was so disturbing I was mortified with myself (it wasn't Lana’s intention)

Carry me home, got my blue nail polish on

Lana needs to be carried home, showing she literally is too upset to walk or emotionally needs support; Lana may also be in denial, one of the stages of grief, and wants to be carried by this person; Lana’s “blue nail polish” is symbolic of her sadness

It's my favourite colour and my favourite tone of song

Lana talks about her favourite things to not think about her loss; she likes sad music (“my favourite tone of song”), much like Billie Holiday’s

I don't really wanna break up, we got it going on

Lana doesn’t want to break up with this person so she’s finding it difficult, especially as she thinks everything is fine (“we got it going on”)

It's what you gathered from my talk, but you were wrong

Lana probably said things in arguments that indicated she wanted to break up but she didn’t mean it, yet this person believes it

It's not easy for me to talk about

Lana finds it painful and she’s in a lot of pain

I have heavy heartstrings

This could link to the blue “tone of song”, as strings are used in music and this is a sad song itself; she’s comparing herself to sad music, thus a sad song

I'm not simple, it's trigonometry

Lana is a complicated person, either in general (which is why she sounded like she wanted to break up but didn’t) or in her emotions, as she’s dealing with a lot in this song

It's hard to express

I can't explain

Lana’s sentences get shorter, showing she’s finding it more difficult to articulate her feelings and how she feels

Ever since my baby went away

Lana still calls them “[her] baby”, showing she cares for them a lot and hasn’t let them go yet

It's been the blackest day, it's been the blackest day

Black is the colour of death and mourning and the entire day is mournful for her, so she sees things negatively; the night is usually black so it’s like the sun hasn’t come up for her

All I hear is Billie Holiday

Billie Holiday, one of Lana’s favourite singers, sang sad songs and Lana can’t register any happy music because it doesn’t relate to her

It's all that I play

Lana doesn’t put any other music on (see above)

It's all that I play

Because I'm going deeper and deeper

Lana is going deeper into her depression, or her feelings of love are still growing, which is why she doesn’t try to change listening to Billie Holiday or any of her other depressed hobbies

Harder and harder

Lana is feeling the pain (or love) even harder; it’s a metaphor for when people compare shock as being hit by a train - she can feel an impact and it keeps hitting her harder

Getting darker and darker

Lana’s “blackest day” is getting darker, so she’s getting further away from the light or happiness; Lana won’t be able to be happy yet as she’s still stuck in grieving

Looking for love

In all the wrong places

Lana fails to find a sustainable relationship or a partner that will make her happy; she picks the wrong people (as the people she goes for in her music don’t always seem ideal)

Oh my God

Lana’s exclamation is almost like a shock, as if she’s in pain, either from feeling like the grief is “harder and harder” and she can physically feel it (which does happen to depressed people) or she is surprised by the realisation that she is “looking for love in all the wrong places” or that she is “on [her] own”

In all the wrong places

Oh my God

Carry me home, got my new car and my gun

Lana’s “new car” may be something she bought because she wants to fill the void by buying herself things, or she wants to remove the memories of this person associated with her old car (she references cars in her music which could link to this); this could also be her trying to almost bargain (as people in grief do), so by getting a “new car” she is trying to impress the person who left her and get him to come back; Lana’s gun may either be that she is suicidal or that she wants to bargain with the person who left her, with threats; it’s a link to her ‘bad girl’ persona which has come back to her now this person has left her

Wind in my hair, holding your hand, listen to a song

Lana is still in denial, wanting to hold this person’s hand and listen to the music in the car like she used to; she could also be imagining that that’s what’s happening in the “new car” because she’s isolated (part of grief)

Carry me home, don't wanna talk about the things to come

Lana’s denial is keeping her from accepting what’s going to happen with her and this person, and she doesn’t want to talk about it or the future because she doesn’t want it to be true

Just put your hands up in the air, the radio on

Lana is either telling herself or this person to dance and ignore what is going on

'Cause there's nothing for us to talk about

Since they are no longer together there’s nothing left to say, so Lana has nothing else to cling on to to expand the time they have together

Like the future and those things

Lana knows they can’t talk about the future together any more, and she uses “those things” because she doesn’t want to go into the specifics of what their future once held as it’s too painful

'Cause there's nothing for me to think about

Lana has nothing left to look forward to or want

Now that he's gone, I can't feel nothing

Lana’s emotions have gone now that the most important thing to her has gone, so she feels no happiness or love

CHORUS

You should've known better

Lana is beginning to get into the angry stage of grief; she seems to be speaking to herself or about herself, though she may be referencing herself to this person

Than to have, to let her

Get you under her spell of the weather

Lana is angry that her “spell of the weather” (her bad moods and indication that the relationship wasn’t working, as indicated in the first verse) “got” either herself or him and resulted in parting

I got you where I want you

Lana either has got herself where she wants, meaning she is confronting herself for causing all the problems; she could also mean the person who left her, as she is twisting her depression to making out it’s his fault and she wanted him to leave her anyway (in further denial)

You're deader than ever

Lana either considers herself dead or the person who left her dead to her

And falling for forever

Lana either is “falling for forever” and failing to land out of her depression and ground herself or the person is “falling”, as a continuation to the fact that he is “deader than ever” (falling into death)

I'm playing head games with you

Lana is most likely referring to “playing head games” with the person who left her, still pretending to herself that she wanted to end it on purpose and ignore the fact she didn’t mean or want to

Got you where I want you

I got you, I got you

Lana repeats that she’s “got [him]” but it may be that she’s trying to convince herself it was done on purpose and she was just “playing head games”; it could also be that she’s starting to get confused with this idea and believes she’s still “got [him]” as her other half, which is part of her denial; Lana could also be saying she has tricked herself again or she is finally confronting herself for what she has done and she almost deserves the pain she feels for it

I got you where I want you now

Ever since my baby went away

It's been the blackest day, it's been the blackest day

All I hear is Billie Holiday

It's all that I play

It's not one of those phases I'm going through

Lana knows this isn’t just one of her ‘sad phases’ (people may believe she’s singing this song because she likes the sad and depressing tone of music, and has done it before so is just enjoying the miserable song) as she truly is expressing her emotions

Or just a song, it's not one of them

Lana knows this song is her actual feelings and she wants to be taken seriously with how she feels

I'm on my own

Lana repeats this phrase most likely because she can’t believe it or she’s trying to accept it

On my own

On my own again

This isn’t the first time Lana has lost someone

I'm on my own again

I like requests

#lana del rey #lana del rey song #lana del rey lyrics #the blackest day #honeymoon #lyric breakdown

19 notes · View notes