#sorry I’ve stressed everyone out haha

[ssreeder]

Sreedy, listen

I don’t cry for movies or tv shows. I don’t cry for any media at all. But when Zuko said he can’t do it anymore I teared up. :( he’s been through so much. I feel so bad for him. You’re so evil and I love you for it. You’re a creative genius. I love this story so much. PLEASE give him a good recovery my heart can’t take much more of this. And I’m usually looking for more angst and hurt in fics, but you’re writing is just so raw and impactful. It makes me really understand and feel the emotions these characters go through. I just want him to rest and heal :(

Really really well done! I admire your writing so much. Media doesn’t often make me feel but your writing is on a different level. I just want you to understand that you and your work have such an impact and has touched me in ways nothing else has. ❤️

I love angsty and whumpy fics but jesus. He’s been through way too much. I love and hate it. I can’t wait for everything to get better- the reunions, the healing, the happiness and health. I just feel so bad for sokka and Zuko

Thanks for the kind words, it really means a lot to me because I am so insanely insecure about my writing & I don’t even know why I keep doing it haha! I get so worried about every little thing & ehhh it’s stressful sometimes honestly.

I know a lot of people are worried about Zuko, which they should be! he has had an insanely rough journey this fic but I promise he is going to get the opportunity to heal. This last part is his chance to be around people who care about him so he can feel safe enough to regain his strength and self purpose. Zuko isn’t going to be “better” by the end of the series, but he will hopefully be in a better place than when we first started.

Thanks for stopping by sorry I’ve cause so much emotional distress lol.

[ratskinsuit]

A Warm Embrace

Hazbin Hotel Lucifer x gn!Reader

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“Recently Lucifer has seeming more depressed than usual, constantly putting himself down, shutting himself off from everyone, and locking himself in his office for hours at a time, whenever he comes out he’s distant and moody, so you go and try to comfort him.”

Tags: Fluff, slight angst, Lucifer being sad, comfort

This was an anonymous request, if anything is wrong feel free to request again, but I hope I did well! I’m not the best at writing fluff but I tried.

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It was a normal afternoon at Lucifer’s castle, yet Lucifer was not out like he usually was. He has been really down and depressed lately, only leaving his office for meals, and during them he just picks at it and is silent. If you try to get him to come out he will just make excuses.

“Sorry I just have a lot to do.. like make..ducks and, paperwork…” He would say.

So you decided that enough was enough, and you would help him through this episode. You made him some warm lavender tea, some apple slices with honey, and an assortment of fruits.

You hum on your way to office, knocking and opening the door, stepping inside, you see your partner hunched over the desk, papers and rubber ducks scattered all around. His eyes are half-lidded, and bloodshot. His hair is a mess, knotted and messy, stands infront of his face. Hes wearing a random white t-shirt he found, stained with paint and dirt. He’s working on a duck, a pile on the floor next to him. He seems to not have heard you come in so you clear your throat.

He looks up from the duck he was working on. “O-oh hello darling, sorry I didn’t notice you came in, I was uh…” He glances at the duck. “…working.”

You walk up to his desk, setting his plate on it. “Yes, I can… see that..”You say, glancing at all of the ducks strewn across the room

“Oh- oh oh! Look what I made!” He says, picking up the duck he was working on proudly. “Presentinggg, the magictastical backflip ping rubber duck! That spits fire!” He says, in a showman type voice, smiling.

“That’s very nice honey…” You say, petting his hair.

He pauses for a second, and his face drops. “Who am I kidding this sucks!” He says, throwing it across the room with a sigh and looking down.

You look at him sadly, going behind him. “My love, I’ve noticed that you have been really on edge recently, you seem really depressed, and stressed..why don’t we take a break?” You say, rubbing his shoulders.

He looks at you with a fake confused expression, and lets out a fake laugh. “Haha! Me? Depressed? N-no way, I’m perfectly fine! I’m not stressed at all, I’m just uh… a little hyper that’s all! I’m okay!” He says, another fake laugh, obviously not okay.

“Darling we have been married for years now. I can tell your really worked up right now, why don’t we take a break and talk about it?” You say, going and sitting in his lap, resting your hands on his face, your thumb rubbing his face comfortingly.

He pushes his face against your hand, and looks down. “I�� guess I have been a.. tad bit stressed recently…” He murmurs, still not used to people caring.

You give him a smile, and run your fingers through his hair and rub his back soothingly. This seems to calm him, as he leans against your chest and closes his eyes. You hum softly, continuing to comfort him.

After a couple moments you hear him mutter something unintelligible into your shirt. “Hm? What was that hon?” You ask.

He turns his head still leaning on your chest, before hesitating. “T…thank you for staying with me and caring for me…”He murmurs.. cheeks a bit red, obviously a bit embarrassed by his vulnerability.

You smile and give him a kiss. “Of course love, now why don’t we go take a bath, no offense but you kind of stink.” He laughs, his cheeks going redder. “Yeah I think that’s a good idea.”

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My first ever request done! I hope it was up to standards, I’m not very good at writing comfort, hope you enjoyed!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

[specialagentartemis]

ykw i am having so much fan watching you be a hater, that i’ve decided to ask for more. PLEASE give us a rant about a book you hated.

Haha aw I'm honored. And uh I hope you don't have any particular attachment to Becky Chambers. Sorry in advance.

But A Psalm for the Wild-Built won a Hugo and I do not get the love. Book 1 was nice enough, yeah. Book 2 had me tearing my hair out.

Sibling Dex is a restless Tea Monk who serves the God of Small comforts on the science-fantasy planet of Panga. I genuinely love the idea of a tea monk - part therapist, part confessor, travels around to the different towns, mixes tea blends for people, lets them talk about their worries and fears and stresses, and gives them, if not advice, then sympathy and a listening ear and some calming tea. This is meaningful work but they're unhappy. After doing this for a while they're still unsatisfied with their life, so they go into the woods searching for self-actualization, and meet a robot named Mosscap, a wild robot that lives in the woods. See, hundreds of years ago, all the robots "woke up" and became sentient one day, then they staged a quiet rebellion against humanity's greed and industrialization by walking into the woods and never coming back. Now, the continent is split in half: humans stay on the Human Side, and robots stay on the Robot Side. The Robot Side is kept wild and humans are discouraged from going in there because humans can't be trusted not to ruin Nature. The rpbots are welcome to come to the Human Side, they just never have. Dex is the first person in a While to venture into the woods of the Robot Side, and the first human since the great walkout to see a robot. Mosscap gives Dex a lot of philosophical pep talks about not pushing themself so hard, about allowing themself to just rest and appreciate the world without feeling like they need to be Providing A Service to justify their existence. It's a nice theme. Underbaked, imo, but nice. Relateable.

Book 2 was a goddamn mess.

Book 1 mostly takes place in the wilderness of the woods, so it's okay if the nice utopian human community Dex comes from was sketchily-built. It Just Works, and everyone Is Just Nice, this is a science-fantasy parable. There were some issues I had with it - like the strict ideological and physical divide between Nature and Humans, and the fact that Dex's religion seems to be the Only Religion In The World, and it's vaguely secular-humanist with the gods being not "really" gods but names given to primordial forces and philosophical concepts, and the religion not really making any demands of its adherents in any way except to become their best selves and devote themselves to what they like... it's potentially interesting, but overall kinda lazy. It felt like Becky Chambers was aware of the idea that having an enlightened-atheist sci-fi utopia is Problematic, so she made there be a central religion, but she also didn't want it to have any of the ~icky~ things religions have, like belief in anything supernatural, or dietary restrictions, or creeds, or codes of behavior, or expectations to make any kind of sacrifice in any way. All the gods "ask" is that humans observe and appreciate the world. But whatever.

In book 2, Dex and Mosscap return to Dex's society, and the book seems to want to explain how the world works, and oh my GOD is Chambers not prepared to do this.

"Observe and appreciate" is all anyone is asked to do. Book 2, A Prayer for the Crown-Shy, is an ode to ultimate virtue of Doing Nothing. There's this attitude I see in a LOT of utopian fiction, where the author is bluntly just not a good enough author to imagine a utopian society where people act like people, so in the world of Panga, utopian society is achieved through 1) homogeneity 2) no one giving a crap about anything.

As far as I can tell, there is the one religion. Most people are Fine with this. Most people are Fine with anything. There are no characters with distinct personalities. There's no money, except there is, except it's not real money and no one will deny you anything if your balance is in the red, even though your balance is available to be seen by anyone - this does not cause any kind of shame or pride or competition in any way, and Dex doesn't understand why it might. There are no hierarchies or governing bodies, people just volunteer to step up when things need doing (this is portrayed as great and not deeply concerning). There are different communities, but in them, everyone is uniformly nice, friendly, and helpful at all times. There are some parts of nature, like the seashore, where people are not allowed to go because they'll ruin the environment, and this is accepted as correct and necessary. Most people live in hippie, pro-recycling, high-tech, end-of-history green communities; there's one group they visit, however, that doesn't trust technology, and lives in a vaguely sci-fi-Amish way. You might think, Dex travelling around with a robot, this might cause conflict! It does not. The people from this community calmly explain their anti-technology position, Dex calmly explains their pro-technology position, and they politely respect each other. "Not bothered either way" is a phrase that turns up in various permutations a lot and is held up as the good, mature, responsible way to be.

There's a scene where they catch a fish for dinner, and instead of killing it, the scifi-Amish guy says "We let the air do that for us, and they let the fish slowly suffocate to death in the air while they all look on solemnly and sadly. This is portrayed as a deep, beautiful moment of them witnessing and honoring the final moments of a living being's life. And not. y'know. them torturing a living being to death so they can keep their own hands clean.

This is what I mean about the valorization of passivity: observing is all you are ever obligated to do. Letting a fish die in the air is better than killing it quickly and humanely, because doing things gets your hands dirty, while letting things simply happen is the Correct way to do it.

At the end, Mosscap and Dex blow off all their promises and appointments and just hang out at the beach chilling out instead, because do what you want forever, you don't have to do shit. This is the happy affirming ending. Mosscap you fucking said you'd meet with the city leaders as the robot ambassador to the humans, did you tell them you were blowing off this commitment because you didn't feel like doing that anymore??? Did you even let them know??????

It is SUCH a baffling book. The theme wants to be "you are more than your job, you deserve to just Be" and ends up feeling like "you don't have to do anything ever, and no one can make you do anything you don't want to do if you don't feel like it, and you don't owe anyone anything and searching for a purpose in your life is just making you stressed out so chill at the beach instead."

The thing that drives me crazy is like. Mosscap cheerfully tells Dex about robots that spend twenty years in a cave watching stalactites form because they think it's beautiful, and those robots are just as much a valued part of society as anyone else. Appreciating beauty and wonder is good enough, you don't need to be productive. And I'm just. fuckin. like. Humans are not robots! Robots don't need to eat or sleep! Humans need food, and clothes, and shelter, and medical care, and if we don't have SOMEONE working to provide that, we Die! Nice as it would be, we CAN'T just all do nothing forever until we feel like it! We can't do that!

And at the same time, the book bizarrely treats wanting a purpose in life as like... almost disordered. If you are seeking a purpose in life it's because you just haven't let go of your guilt and relaxed enough. It's bizarre. Valorization of passivity. Humans aren't meant to be in nature so we just Shouldn't. Doing nothing and having no strong opinions is the most self-affirmed you can possibly be. Letting a fish suffocate is more moral than quickly breaking its neck or spiking its brain. Someone else will do it. Who, if we're all supposed to be resting and only doing what we feel like? Don't worry about it.

"The heart of this book is comfort [...] There is nothing in it that can hurt you." YOU LIAR BECKY CHAMBERS THE FISH SCENE STILL DISTURBS AND UPSETS ME TO THIS DAY

[apute11as]

Everything happens for a reason part 2 - Alexia putellas x pregnant!reader

Author note: Hey as requested this is part 2 to my alexia x reader pregnancy fic! Sorry if it’s not great but I’ve got ideas for further chapters that I’ll work on soon! Also please send ficlet requests if you’d like more consistent posts as they take significantly less time :)

Warnings⚠️: mentions of vomit, tiny bit of suggestive content, angst

Part 1- https://www.tumblr.com/apute11as/733631966220582912/everything-happens-for-a-reason-alexia-putellas

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As you strolled through security, your mind flickered back to the conversation you’d had with the mother in the plane. Unease overtook your body as you couldn’t help but wonder if she were right, but she couldn’t be, surely? Yes you and Alexia had been trying but you’d taken a test after the last round of IVF and that test read a strong negative.

Casting the thoughts out of your mind, you decided to shift your focus to the important upcoming tournament. Getting though baggage control was yet again, a thankfully unproblematic task and you’d found your driver with minimal effort. These were further signs that you’d simply been overthinking the spontaneous sickness from this morning which was mostly likely due to fatigue or anxiety.

Having had help from your driver with hauling your luggage into the back of the black car, you finally sat down in the back of vehicle and allowed yourself a breath of relief as the most difficult part of your journey had been achieved. This moment of peace finally allowed you to check your phone, where of course you were met with a text from Alexia that read:

“I hope you had a safe flight bebita, I left you a suprise in the top pocket of your bag, te quiero mucho amor ❤️xx”

Smiling down at your phone, you clicked her icon to reply with a simple

“just got in the cab, can’t wait to see it te quiero más bebé xx”

The journey from the airport to St George’s Park was relatively short and you’d surprisingly managed to occupy yourself well enough that not once did your mind shift to your impending potential pregnancy. Upon arrival, you thanked your driver, giving him a generous tip for his good service and further help in hauling your heavy bags from out of the car. Thinking, you had another moment of peace, you reached down to look at a message which was a short lived attempt as you felt yourself being almost plowed down by a body being thrown at you.

“HOLA CHICA” bellowed none other than Mary Earps, the English goalkeeper wrapping you into a tight hug.

“Hiya Mary” you sighed after getting over the initial shock of her entrance, recovering from the near dropping of your phone onto the concrete floor below.

“How’ve you been, we’ve missed you at home, how’s Spain treating you?” she exclaimed, bombarding you with questions.

“Let the girl breathe Mary” rung the voice of Millie bright, the defender taking a much more gentle approach to you welcome.

“hey Mill, I’ve missed you all so much it feels like ages since I’ve seen you all” you replied.

“Clearly you’ve found some superior company though” stated Leah Williamson who now entered the scene, greeting you with a hug.

“What are you talking about?” you questioned, confused.

“well if the marks on your neck are anything to go by then I’m sure you’ve been just fine with Putellas” Leah jeered teasingly.

“oh shit I totally forgot, it’s been such a hectic morning I didn’t even realise” you stuttered although thinking back, your wife would surely have noticed your failure to cover up the less than subtle marks that littered your neck. Although, knowing Alexia she would have watched you walk out with pride, knowing that everyone would know you were hers just by taking one look at you. Typical la Reina.

“don’t get all stressed now, some of us a just single and miserable” the Chelsea defender gestured to Leah.

“haha very funny bright” retorted the younger blonde, and with that the pair of defenders wandered off inside.

“you said this morning has been hectic but I thought travel was smooth?” questioned Mary with a furrowed brow.

“Yeah yeah travel was perfect, it’s just other things.” you said with your expression visibly faltered.

“If your ever need to talk babes I’m here, it’s nothing to do with Putellas is it? Because i swear if that woman hurt you…”

“No no” you insisted, cutting her off. “Alexia has been perfect, just got a lot on my mind right now.” You assured the older woman.

“Alright hun, just don’t hesitate to reach out” she said with a smile.

“Thanks Mary I appreciate that so much” you replied.

After a further wave of reintroductions and also a couple of greetings towards the new players, you found yourself in a room with Sarina, the team and the assistant coaches.

“Right as usual of course, your rooms are to be assigned” stated the coach

“Leah and Keira”

“Georgia and Ella”

the list went on in a typical fashion.

and “Y/N and Alessia”

You let a small smile slip at the revelation, knowing that the blonde forward was easy to talk to and respected your quiet time, something you felt as though you needed more than ever, given your current stresses.

You were presented with a key card each and then made your way upstairs, having to haul your several bags into the elevator, a task that left you unusually out of breath. A fact that didn’t go unnoticed by Alessia as you hunched over, clutching your stomach.

“Are you ok Y/N?” the younger girl questioned.

“yeah thanks, I’m ok. I think it’s just a little discomfort from travel.” you replied with a weak expression.

Finally, the two of you reached the comfort of your shared room and unlocked the door swiftly. You offered Alessia the window bed as you knew that she much preferred it and felt slightly claustrophobic otherwise.

You both began unpacking your vast array of bags and unloading stuff into the wardrobes, when your mind shifted back to the text your wife had sent you earlier. You reached for your carry on bag and unzipped the pocket, to be met with the sight of your favourite Spanish chocolates with a small note that read:

“Para mi princesa. Un regalo casi tan dulce como tú. Te amo mucho mi corazon.”

You smiled softly, your wife had always expressed her love so beautifully through words, the terms of endearment making you tear up slightly.

“What’s that?” Alessia asked with curiosity.

“Just something Alexia got me to remind me of her.” you replied, wiping your eyes simultaneously. “They’re spanish chocolates” you continue “she knows they’re my favourite from our local chocolatería.”

“that’s so sweet” the younger girl replied with a smile.

“Yes it really is” you said, beginning to open the sweet treats but before you got a chance to offer some to Alessia, the smell hit your nostrils. Normally that would elicit a mouth watering response but this time you felt your stomach lurch in discomfort, similarly to the way it did this morning. You the found yourself bounding to the bathroom to throw up the small sandwich you’d eaten on your flight.

“Oh my god Y/N” exclaimed Alessia, worry evident in her tone. “I knew you looked pale earlier, you are sick!” she said holding your hair back and grimacing as another round of nausea had you further emptying the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowel.

“Sorry Alessia you don’t have to stay for this.” you managed in between the dry heaving that had replaced your sickness.

“No god I don’t mind, should I go get a staff member though?” She questioned.

“No, no definitely not I think I know what it is it’s fine.” You assured her.

Though Alessia wasn’t convinced and made a mental note to ask you again after team bonding, which you insisted you were well enough to attend.

“I thought you said those were your favourite chocolates, why did they make you feel sick?” The blonde questioned curiously.

“I’m not sure maybe they’d gone off” you offered weakly.

The two of you finally made it downstairs to the team, albeit 10 minutes late as you changed and freshened up after your spell of sickness.

“Look what the cat dragged in” shouted Beth as she attempted to rugby tackle you to the floor but before she was successful, she was stopped forcefully by Alessia.

“Careful Beth she’s not feeling great” explained Alessia.

“It’s alright Less, I’m alright now” you assured the girl.

“Anyways now that you two have finally arrived, we can start the fifa play offs!” cheered Georgia

As the night progressed, your stomach settled but your anxiety levels only heightened as the reality of your situation truly began to settle in. You were shocked out of your thoughts by a soft hand on your shoulder, that belonged to your captain- Leah.

“Woah there jumpy” she said as you flinched at her touch. “I was just checking if you wanted a hot chocolate but is everything all right?” she questioned.

That did it, the tears that had been threatening to flow came free now. You ran off hurriedly to the bathroom, Leah watching in awe as to what had actually just happened.

“It’s alright I’ve got her.” Alessia assured a couple of the team members who had gathered at the commotion.

You were now balling your eyes out in the bathroom, as the thoughts of what the pregnancy would mean dawned upon you. Ordinarily when you’d planned the pregnancy, you wouldn’t be attending the World Cup, opting to sacrifice it for your wife who’d just come back from an injury and was 4 years older than you anyways. However, now here you were, ready to go to the tournament and were potentially pregnant. You heard the door swing open and were soon met with the concerned face of your roommate, knowing you now definitely had to share your concerns with her.

“What’s up Y/N, no “I’m fine” or any nonsense, you’re struggling with something let me help you.” said the blonde, sympathetically.

“I-I think I’m pregnant” you said for the first time out loud since you began questioning.

“That’s good surely? Wait you’d have to do ivf for that, unless it’s not Alexia’s baby oh my god, oh my god is it somebody else’s, that’d explain the tears…”

“No Alessia” you urged, cutting off her rambling. “It would be Alexia’s it’s just not quite gone to plan” you continued as Alessia stared at you with a confused face.

You the preceded to explain your conversation with the woman on the plane, the negative pregnancy test from earlier this month and yours and Alexia’s plans to start a family. Alessia listening intently and comforting you as you spoke.

“Maybe the best idea would be to get a test” Alessia stated “because for all you know you’re getting stressed over nothing.” She reasoned.

“Yeah yeah that’s true, I just didn’t have much time to get one between the airport.

“We can get one tomorrow at lunch, it’s late now anyways maybe you should call alexia and tell her what’s going on?”

“No no no I can’t call Alexia she can’t know” you urged.

“why not she might be able to help you see clearly” said Alessia

“No she’ll be on a flight over here to make sure I don’t play, I really want to play Alessia” you pleaded

“Ok then let’s tell the girls you don’t feel well so we’re going to bed early how’s that?” Asked the blonde

“Yeah that sounds good thank you Less it means so much that you care.” you thanked her

“Of course Y/N anytime” she smiled.

[noemilivv]

Heyy! I loved the request you wrote about reader finding Hazbin Hotel characters crying and then comforting them, I was thinking, could you write a pt. 2 adding some other characters? maybe Charlie, Husk, Sir Pentious and Adam, or anyone else you’d like 💓💕💞💖

OMG TYSM!! honestly, that is one of my works that i am EXTREMELY proud of and hearing people enjoying that one is just 😭😭

but yes i can certainly do that haha hope you enjoy!!

also side note, since i got two requests that are pretty similar, i’m doing a two-in-one sorta thing!! so i hope this makes it to the anon who requested it :)

Warnings: Swear Words, S1 Spoilers, Mentions of Battles/War, Mentions of Possible Death, Mentions of Deals, Mentions of Degradation, Not Proofread

Adam, Charlie, Husk, Sir Pentious x Reader

Reader finds them crying HCs

Adam

Adam was never one for tears, he was a man, the first one at that! His pride would never let himslef ever be perceived as weak.

But once he got sent to Hell, after his death during the extermination, while that damn snake was in his place — the only feeling he felt was weakness.

Adam had stayed in his room in the hotel ever since he came, begrudgingly that is, he didn’t want to be here. He shouldn’t be here.

But somehow, Charlie somehow let him come, much to his surprise, as well as dismay, but let’s be real here, he’d he pissed either way.

He curled up against the pillow, sighing, shakily, as hot tears slipped down his cheeks. “Damnit.”

Unbeknownst to him, a knock came from the other side of the door, Charlie made you drop off Adam’s ‘Welcome Package’ — When you didn’t get a response you creaked open the door.

“Adam?” You called from the other side of the room. He didn’t look at you, he couldn’t look at you.

“Leave.” He said, his voice cracking, despite the fact that he was attempted to hold back his sobs.

You set down his basket from Charlie on his nightstand. He felt his bed dip as you sat next to him. “It’s cause you’re here right?”

“The fuck are you talking about?” Adam sniffled. “Why you’re upset. It’s cause your here, right?” You elaborate.

He doesn’t say anything. You rub his knee, in attempts to comfort him. “I promise, it’s not as bad here as you think.”

You sigh. “I didn’t think it’d be great here when I first came here either, but this became my home - my family. You’ll get used to it, with time.”

Adam didn’t say anything. But deep down, his heart felt just a tad bit warmer from your words.

Charlie

Due to the upcoming extermination, Charlie was more stressed than ever, she was upset with herself. Upset that her and Heaven couldn’t band together. Upset that it had to end in this way.

Apart of herself grew to worry that maybe if she had been different, more normally, less singy-songy, Adam would’ve agreed.

Then no second meeting would’ve been necessary, no war would be needed.

The night before the battle was a tough one for Charlie, she loved and appreciated everyone she had met throughout her time, and within the blink of an eye, there was a 50/50 chance it’ll all be gone this time tomorrow.

“Charlie?” You called out to your girlfriend, who was crying infront of Angel’s door, “Sorry…” She mumbled, “I’m just so scared…” Her voice cracked, you’ve never seen her so… out of sorts, before.

“What if we lose?” She asked, rhetorically. “You’ve already done so much, Charlie.” You start, pulling her close, cupping her face.

“You’ve touched the hearts every soul here… Regardless of whether or not they admit it.” You run you fingers through her hair, you were scared to, scared shitless, but you put on a brave face. A brave face for her.

“So if it turns out that we don’t make it, there’s something that I’ve been dying to say.” You pull her into a hug, before mumbling in her ear, “You need to know I love you more than anything.”

Husk

You had caught Husk in his vulnerability at a private time. You knew about his deal with Alastor, but never knew the extent of it.

“Good talk, my good man, always nice to catch up!” Alastor said, leaving Husker defenseless, shaking on the floor, as you hid on the other side of the hall.

Husk got up, slowly, and then leaned against the wall, muttering a small ‘Damnit…’

You approached him, “Are you okay?” You ask, very hesitantly, you know Husk is more of a listener then someone to vent, but there was no harm in trying.

Husk sighs, low and gruff, but so hurt, it hurt you. “Made a shitty deal I regret, and I can’t take it back, y’know.” Husk answered, using his claw to wipe a few tears from under his eyes.

You’re unsure of what to do, you’ve never seen him like this, you smile at him softly, and open your arms for him, “Hug?”

Husk chuckles at your innocent antics, “Seriously?” He asks with a smirk, “Totally seriously!”

He sighs jokingly, clambering over to you, accepting your embrace. “This is so stupid.”

“You know you love it!” And you’re right, he did.

Sir Pentious

It was no secret that Pentious wanted to be an equal to the Vee’s, at least, before he officially started staying at the hotel.

And when Vox called him a ‘miserable failure’, it hit hard.

When Sir Pentious entered his room for the night, he shooed his eggs away, left with a sour taste in his mouth from Vox’s words.

A knock comes from Pentious’ door, he goes to answer it, trying to sniffle away his tears, he opened the door to see you.

“I just wanted to say you did a good thing, you’re willing to change even after you fucked up, and honestly I admire tha— Pentious, are you okay?” You rambled on, before getting a good look at his face.

He sniffled. “Y-Yes, I just.. don’t appreciate what Vox said about me.” He said, holding back his sobs, although not very well.

Your heart ached for the poor snake, you pulled him into a hug and patted him on the back, “If he can’t see the amazing Pentious I see, then he’s not worth it, we only met today, but I can already see what a wonderful person you are.”

[salty-croissants]

Heya! Just hear me out:

When their s/o buys matching hoodies (w/ Bullfrog & Rayman/Ramon)

Thank you for the request ! 

This is a really wholesome and original idea of a prompt , I really enjoyed writing it :D

I apologize for the long wait , but it’s been a very , very busy week , and I’ve been feeling a bit too tired to write anything the past days … sorry about that ;( 

Anyway , I hope this turned out okay ! 

Details : use of gender neutral reader ; 

established relationships ; 

no warnings needed 

Bullfrog 💚

When you come back home and show him the matching hoodies you got while you were outside , Bullfrog is definitely very surprised : 

I honestly don’t think he has ever received something like this as a gift , so expect him to be especially enthusiastic .

< Merci beaucoup my dear , it looks so nice ! > 

< Haha , you’re welcome sweetie ! 

I just couldn’t help myself : the idea of sharing some matching clothing with you sounded amazing to be honest ~ > 

This frog will have the brightest smile on his face when you’re both wearing the matching hoodies … 

He just can’t stop gushing about how much he likes his and just how cute you look in yours , it never fails to make you smile ://)

The other Ghosts have seen you two with the matching hoodies occasionally , and while Dolph thinks it’s … well , maybe a bit too cheesy , Jade definitely supports you both , even suggesting more matching clothing you could get … 

< Oh - you guys should definitely try wearing these ! 

I think you’d look super cute in them ! > 

< *sigh* … please don’t encourage this . > 

It’s especially nice when you’re in the safety of your home , cuddling under the comforting warmth of the hoodies and just enjoying each other’s company …

< y/n , thanks again for this hoodie … I just love it ! >

< Don’t mention it … I just really wanted to do something nice for you , y’know ?

If anyone deserves that , it’s you . >

< Aw , venez ici mon amour ~ > 

< Heyy - hahah , that tickles honey ! ~ > 

Rayman 🧡

To say that Rayman is happy about your gift would be an understatement : 

the fact that you decided to surprise him with a matching hoodie just to see him smile is enough to make his daily stress caused by his job disappear for a few precious minutes … 

< So uh , do you like it ? I wasn’t sure about the color at first , I thought it might be a bit too much , but these were the last matching hoodies they had left , and - > 

< Like it ? 

y/n , I love it ! You couldn’t have chosen better ! > 

Rayman is already a big fan of spoiling you , so as soon as he understands that you’re into matching clothing you better believe that he’s going to buy you a lot more of them in the future … maybe exaggerating a little sometimes , but he just wants to do all he can to make you feel loved and appreciated .

< Woah - Ray what happened ? You look like you just bought an entire store ! > 

< Uff - it’s okay ,  I just gotta carry these inside … gimme a second … > 

< Hold on , let me help you …

I really appreciate you getting me all these gifts honey , but maybe don’t get so many next time : I don’t want you to hurt yourself carrying them around ! > 

< Heh … you’re right , you’re right …

I just couldn’t help myself : you deserve all the best things I could possibly give you . > 

< Pfft … you’re always so sweet , thank you ~ > 

< Anything for you , y/n ~ > 

When you’re separated during the day , Rayman likes to carry his hoodie with him and keep it by his side when he’s at work : just looking at it makes him feel so happy to have a loving partner like you , you truly are the best thing that’s ever happened to him ❤️

He loves it whenever the two of you are outside wearing the matching hoodies , it’s like a nice little way of showing to everyone around that his heart belongs to you and you alone … 

Also if you ever feel worried about him getting embarrassed by it , Rayman is quick to make your anxiety go away . 

< That’s nonsense darling … this isn’t just any hoodie , it’s a gift from you , and that makes it all the more special : I could never get embarrassed by it ! > 

Ramon 🖤

Okay , so Ramon might get … pretty worried at the thought that you went to buy something , especially without him : 

he’s the one who is supposed to watch over you , plus Eden knows who you are … they could’ve taken the opportunity to capture you and do horrible things to you .

… however , he can’t bring himself to be actually angry . 

< I’m sorry Ram … I just wanted to do something nice for you , you’ve been looking down lately and I thought … > 

< No - no no , I like the hoodie y/n , I do … it was very sweet of you to do this for me .

Still , please remember that Eden is on the hunt for us , you can’t just go outside without a way to protect yourself . 

Just … be more careful next time , okay ? 

I love you , and I can’t bare the thought of you getting hurt … > 

< I love you too , sweetie … I’ll be more careful , I promise . > 

Sometimes , Ramon is going to hold the hoodie and just … stare at it , quietly reflecting to himself : 

you put your life on the line to get it for him … you risked getting hurt , all to give him a gift that could make him happy … 

While that thought worries him , he just can’t help but smile a little in front of your sheer dedication to make him smile .

It can get very cold in the hiding place you’re both staying in , so you and Ramon definitely cuddle while wearing the hoodies : 

they’re so warm and cozy … they really make those little moments of affection even better . 

< Are you comfortable like this , y/n ? >

< Mhm … couldn’t be better ~ >

It’s not rare for you to stumble upon a sleeping Ramon using the hoodie as a blanket , and he just looks … so cute ;//; 

He often has trouble sleeping , so having your gift so close to him definitely helps him relax … not as much as actually holding you , of course , but it’s still nice ! 

[multifandomslxt]

I’d love to know your take on the perks of dating a chubby!reader. Seventeen or NCT, it’s upto you!

I mean as a chubby girl I make a great heater, pillow, stress ball, gym weight, and taste tester 👅

I’m sure not everyone has a smutty outcome but I’m sure a few of the boys would love death by bosom. Jeonghans always cold and I’m pretty sure I could give jungwoo the softest squishiest cuddle he’s ever had haha

Nct 127 perks of dating a chubby! S/o

Taeil

Tits and tummy

He’s alllllll about the tits and tummy

Idgaf what anybody else says😭😭

Goes feral when you walk round the hose without a bra.

His hands always find a way to creep up under your shirt and play with your nipple

As for your tummy…

His personal pillow

Although if he were to choose between the two

It’s your tits😌

Doesn’t mean he shuns the tummy though

9 times outta 10 he gives you hickeys all over your tummy

Makes you wear crop tops every time he does it too.

“You’re so soft and comfortable”

Taeyong

Choke him with your thighs🧍🏿‍♀️

Loses it when you wear shorts

He gets to see your thighs double in size when you sit 😭

I’m sorry but he groans out loud at that some times😭😭

Pinches them when he thinks you’re being a tease

As we all know taeyong is a man (SHALALA)

As a result

In his eyes

Death by pussy is the best way to go

In other words…

SIT ON HIS FUCKING FACE!

He sucks the life outta you

Past

Present

And

Future

Also likes how rough and calloused his hands look next to your soft and plush thighs

Oooooo

He would loose it if you wore short tennis skirt but lemme stop😭😭✋🏿

Johnny

Okay okay hear me out

This is very specific

Yk when thick girlies wear body con dresses and they sit down

And you can see their tummy rolls?

Yup

That’s his calling

Your fucking tummy rolls AND your back rolls

I’ve said this before but when Mr.Suh is fucking you from the back

there are certain things that just make him want to fuck a baby into you😭

Another one of those being your back rolls

HE MAKES YOU ARCH MORE SO THAT THEY BECOME MORE PRONOUNCED 😭😭

I said what I said

And don’t let him catch sight of those stretch marks either 👀

Also we know this man has a size kink so if you just happen to be short and chubby….good luck with that😭😭

Yuta

Ma’am 😭

Chileeeeee

Yk exactly what this man will do to you😭

Anyways even though I believe Yuta would love EVERYTHING

I think is absolute favourite would be

Your love handles.

Why?

Not only because you skin is soft and supple there

But also because

When he’s fucking you and you’re trying to run away or escape

He knows that Holding on to your love handles tightly will keep you right here he needs you

Also likes how your tummy jiggles when the orgasm is too much😩

Doyoung

Unlike the previous ones his isn’t as horny💀

Baby like your cheeks

He just loves how plum they are🥹

He loves how he can squish them and how they puff up when you’re angry😭😭

So cute🫶🏿🫶🏿🫶🏿😭

Also Loves your chubby hands

Loves how they can barely wrap around his hard dick

Loves how you have to use both hands to pump him

And also loves how your cheeks puff up when your trying to swallow all his cum🧍🏿‍♀️

Ik I said his wasn’t gonna be horny but I lied😂

Jaehyun

Okay

Lemme see if I can explain this well

lie down on your back

lift both your legs up

don't spread them just lift them up and pull them to your chest

THAT!

THAT IS WHAT HE LOVES

more specifically

he loves the way your pussy is being squeezed between your thighs

he would call it a sweet treat

because this man eats pussy like he's been starved.

Jungwoo

Anon you couldn't have been more on point.

Although I believe Jungwoo is horny 24/7 lmaooooo

His favorite thing about you would be the cuddles.

Especially when he's sad or tired he just likes to be spooned

imagine this big baby curling up next to you

OMG

OMG

He would definitely leave light kisses on your tummy

AJFJHWEIKJDSBVINJEKLHDGVESK,S;DFJP

I'm devastated

Mark

STRETCH MARKS

And if you think I'm wrong

argue with yo mama, not me.

Don't get me wrong Johnny would break your back in if he saw your stretch marks

But mark?

Mark?

Mark is gonna have you trying to push him off you.

Like you are literally going to try and run tf awayyyyyyy

Stretch marks are necessary for his survival.

Can and will fuck you just because you showed him how some of your stretch marks are darker than others

OML this is so dirty and specific but hear me out

He uses his cum to trace some of your stretch marks😭😭😭

Haechan

Loves how you look in his clothes

Especially his basketball shorts

One time he spilled something on your bottoms and he offered you his basketball shorts to change into

It's loose on him but when you put it on it looked skin tight

THE MAN WENT FERAL

because why is your ass so pronounced in a pair of basketball shorts???

long story short that pair of shorts now has a hole in the crotch

don't ask why

yk exactly why

HE FUCKED YOU

[accidentalcookies]

Whumperless Whump Event Day 1

self-done stitches / alcohol as sanitizer / "It's just a scratch, I've had worse."

tw: blood, but i think that kind of goes without saying, haha

caretaker: celestinus

whumpee: shaoyuan

no oc intro post yet because i am a chronic procrastinator, but someday i'll link it 😅 for some context, both celestinus and shaoyuan are part of a mafia/criminal underworld-type thing run by aristides, with celestinus as aristides' personal bodyguard and just general medic, and sy as aristides' assassin. this is relatively early on in their relationship, after celestinus has warmed to sy, but before it has been made clear to sy that the others actually care about him as a person. there's also a brief mention of some sort of technological enhancement that sy has, which i hope to elaborate on in future fics, but for now, you can essentially think of it as just your bog standard sci-fi enhanced human-type thing (strength, speed, healing factor, etc.)

enjoy!

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The elevator doors slid open—and, catching sight of what was inside, Celestinus groaned.

“No,” he said. “No, you have got to be kidding me.”

Shaoyuan raised an eyebrow at him. “‘Hi, Shaoyuan,’” he deadpanned. “‘It’s nice to see you, Shaoyuan.’ I’ve been led to believe that that’s typical for greetings.”

Celestinus leveled him with an unamused stare. “You know that’s not what I’m talking about.”

And just in case Shaoyuan didn’t get the gist, he pointedly swept his gaze down to his side, to where he had one hand pressed to a suspiciously dark patch on his clothing.

“No idea, actually,” he replied blandly. “Can I get through?”

The absolute gall of this man.

He reached in to take Shaoyuan’s arm—not the one that could have been holding in his internal organs, for all Celestinus knew.

But instead, his hand closed around air as Shaoyuan neatly sidestepped around him.

“Thanks,” he said, and turned to leave. “See you later.”

“Nope. We’re not playing this game.”

He dropped his bag and followed. In just a few words, Shaoyuan had already eaten up half the hallway with his lanky stride, and didn’t slow his pace as Celestinus caught up either, forcing him to do a sort of awkward half-jog just to stay at his side.

Shaoyuan didn’t turn. “What game?”

“The one where you swear up and down that you’re fine, and then I have to peel your sorry ass off the floor when you eat it.”

That had been a harrowing experience, loathe as Celestinus was to remember it. Aristides had only noticed because Shaoyuan, ever the most diligent member of this organization, had missed reporting in to him after his mission. When he’d gone searching, he found him flat on his face, bleeding out from a set of gunshot wounds—ones that normally would not have been a major problem, had his internal hardware not been compromised.

But it had been, and there was literally no one else left alive on the planet who knew how to un-compromise it, and so Celestinus had spent a long, stressful night playing “pin the tail on the donkey”—if you substituted the donkey with Shaoyuan and the tail with life.

“That was extenuating circumstances,” said the donkey, surprising absolutely no one with his wildly understated description. “There was an EMP involved.”

“That wasn’t extenuating circumstances, practically everyone tries to hit you with one nowadays,” Celestinus countered. “And the consequences were very much real and very much inconvenient and I’ll be damned if I have to deal with it again. What happened?”

“...It’s just a scratch,” he replied. “I’ve had worse.”

“I’m sure that’s true, but that’s not what I asked.”

“Weren’t you about to do something for Aristides?” he asked. “Don’t stop on my account.”

Celestinus had been about to run an errand, true, but that was before something else took priority. Namely, corralling their resident idiot into letting him throw a first aid kit at him.

Preferably at his head. Patients were much more convenient to work with when they were unconscious.

“Really, beanpole?” he sighed.

Looked like he had no other choice. It was time for the big guns: appealing to Shaoyuan’s unwillingness to inconvenience others.

He looked back over his shoulder. “You dripped blood on the floor.”

“I know I didn’t,” Shaoyuan said.

Despite that, he still slowed to turn back, and in that moment of distraction, Celestinus’ hand shot out to yank Shaoyuan’s away from his side.

Things proceeded to devolve. Shaoyuan ducked to one side, then again as Celestinus lunged for him, then a third time as he lunged for him again, at which point Celestinus gave up, decided that discretion was the better part of valor, and jabbed him in the solar plexus.

As Shaoyuan wheezed and folded over, Celestinus pulled his hand away—and then  had to fight through the various layers of fancy clothing both he and Aristides preferred to find the bloodied skin below, yanking them into disarray.

Ever the joker, Shaoyuan croaked out, “Dinner first.”

“Ha hah, you’re so funny,” Celestinus deadpanned, staring down at a large gash that would most definitely need stitches. “This is not ‘just a scratch.'”

“It hasn’t breached the abdominal cavity,” he pointed out. “That’s a scratch.”

Celestinus sighed and let it go, knowing that trying to argue injury definitions with a man who thought breaching the abdominal cavity was a good indicator for when things were starting to become bad was a lost cause. “You’re coming with me.”

“Your errand–”

“Can wait. Keeping you from bleeding on the carpets is the priority.”

Shaoyuan looked pointedly at the ground. “I’m noticing a severe lack of carpets.”

“Oh, because bleeding on marble isn’t just as bad?” he asked sarcastically. “I’m helping whether or not you agree. All arguing’s gonna do is waste my time.”

He made direct eye contact with Shaoyuan and held it stubbornly, until finally the man relented and looked away.

“Fine,” he said.

Internally, Celestinus breathed a long sigh of relief. “Then come on,” he said.

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tagging: @whumperless-whump-event

[icyminghao]

2023 with icyminghao!

to start off, to say i’m massively grateful would be an understatement. i honestly didn’t expect to start writing again after quitting like 5 years ago 💀 and just decided to write for boynextdoor on a whim bc they haven’t debuted yet and would probably need some writers on the blr 😎

i was really excited to try out writing again having been a ghost reader for so long HELP (i’m not proud) and fate just led me back to my ult seventeen!

when i wrote, i just wanted to get my work out there and published on the cloud, and the reception and friends i made along the way were certainly not on my bingo card but a welcome surprise nonetheless. i’m really, really grateful that people like reading my work and i’m sorry that i can’t push out fics regularly! i write on random spurts of inspiration and i have so many wips rn PLS i’ll do my best to publish them all soon!!!

and now to the friends i made along the way! i may not have been talking to y’all much lately but i’m still so grateful to have met each and everyone of you in my writing journey, y’all have been some of the sweetest, funniest, and most genuine people i have met ever and i love all of you guys:

zanna @slytherinshua my first friend on the blr!! so so in awe at how you’re in so many fandoms like it’s genuinely mind blowing to me (in a good way!) and i also like some of hoppipolla’s music and you’re the first person i’ve seen to like them too!! but anyways you’ve been so so sweet and kind and i love how you always strive to interact with everyone (hence the movie night and trying to accommodate to everyone’s schedules was so sweet btw)!! i hope 2024 treats you so well and i love you so much

yena @fairyhaos my butterfly :( you are genuinely the sweetest and cutest person i’ve ever met like i always have a smile on my face when i talk to you!! there is really never a dull moment in our conversations bc you’re just so so genuine and kind!!! i love your works too even though i may not have been interacting much (i try my best!!!) and i hope 2024 treats you well!! all the best for your upcoming exams too :)

skye @etherealyoungk skye!!! omg i always love talking to you :) you always feel like the older sister i never had and everytime i talk to you i just feel so warm all around like you’re just so sweet and kind and i hate how you’re always swarmed with exams but i know you’ll always just ace it anyway like the star student you are 😎 anyway if its possible i really hope 2024 brings you less academic stress and more fun!!!!!! i’m always rooting for you skye i love you sm :(

axe @blue-jisungs axie my honey pumpkin cupcake with buttercream frosting and 2 marshmallows and a cherry on top i love you sm :( you’re so so sweet and funny and i always love interacting with you and reading all the silly nicknames we come up with for each other i love you sm!! i hope 2024 will be the best year for you yet and it’ll only go up from here :) college is going to be so great for you too you’re gonna have so much fun!!!! and ace all your exams bc you’re just that smart 😎😎 love you!!

jada @kyeomyun jada :( i always love talking with you bc we always use all caps and it’s just so funny to me HELP but anyways you haven’t been active much and i hope life has been good to you and will be better in 2024 bc you deserve it sm!! i miss you sm and you’re literally so sweet and kind and i hope we get to talk more in 2024!

hana @wqnwoos quite literally my favourite writer i can’t believe i’m actually friends with you!! so starstruck HAHA but aaaa hana i love you sm your works literally bring light to my day like how do you write like that. and you’re so nice too like fr a whole package!! i hope 2024 brings you nothing but joy bc you really deserve it hehe

mellow @haowrld my fellow 8star!! i love you sm and i’m so sad we haven’t been able to talk lately (100% my fault i am absolutely horrible at replying) but you’re such a fun person to talk to and i hope 2024 will be a great year for you!!

rania @wheeboo rania!! i love your writing sm and you’re so so sweet too and quite literally the queen of reaction stickers i still love them so much HAHAHA we haven’t been able to talk much lately but i still love you with my whole heart and hope that 2024 is the best year for you!!

jem @pepperonidk jem!! i loved our conversations on movies and camp with the kids and i hope you’re having the time of your life in korea :) you’re so so kind and sweet and i always love talking with you, it really never fails to bring a smile to my face hehe i hope 2024 brings you all the joy!!

sky @weird-bookworm sky! omg i really need to get better at replying bc i love talking with you and would really really love to get closer AAA but you’ve been so sweet to me and i’m really grateful to have met you :( you’re always encouraging me to continue writing and i’m really thankful and i hope 2024 is your best year yet!

and to my other moots @woozvc @mirxzii @jeonride @trblsvt @hannyoontify @frenshushutoast @haecien @rubywonu we haven’t been able to interact much but i love you all sm nonetheless!! i’ll be interacting with you all much more in 2024 so be ready hehe 🤭🤭

and to my followers!!! i love you all sm and i’m so grateful that y’all like my work like genuinely ☹️☹️ i don’t deserve y’all!! i always love looking at your reblogs and it motivates me to continue writing!! and to the ghost readers (i’ve been there 💀) i appreciate y’all too hehe i’ll try my best to publish more quality work this 2024 that i hope y’all would like!!!! thank you sm 🩷

to 2024 😋

ps also wna thank some of my favourite writers out there i love your work sm literally my comfort: @leejungchans @wooahaes @thepixelelf @viastro @toruro @lovelyhan @97-liners @wqnwoos (😚) @wonwoonlight @twogyuu

[voidsuites]

sorry i just spam liked you im stressing the fuck out i need a distraction

today is my impulsivity day i guess !! because i trimmed my bangs in like under a minute right before i went to school and then i asked a guy out immediately after class and i just LMFAO. told him he could take some time and think about it and then told him to have fun at lunch (?? our friends had already eaten so he was going in alone?? what the fuck?? is wrong?? with me??) and then walked away.

but that’s just me freaking out rn i’m alternating between totally calm and losing it it’s fine it’s whatever i got in n out i’m gonna chow and watch gmm or something what fucking ever dude

how is your day so far 💕

- 🧸

no you’re totally fine about the spam haha <3 no biggie whatsoever (btw i think i’ll only use ur anon hashtag if/when you send in an ask anonymously so you can still have it be priv to everyone else hehe. only the real ones™️ will know who u are 🤭)

impulsivity day goes hard honestly (the bangs part, not the shifting between being calm and losing it) (that’s exactly where i exist emotionally 99.9% of the time) (i have no chill) and omg gmm sounds like sm fun i am SO behind on them rn. i’ve just been watching a lot of d’angelo wallace + the sad boyz podcast + any other random crap youtube recommends me i have no brain cells to seek out my own content. i also should eat bc i’ve been sipping on the same caffeinated sparkling ice drink for the last 2 hrs and there’s no food in my belly but there’s food in my fridge. just need to get my legs to work

but other than that my day’s been good! today is my true rest day so i’m finally chipping away at these ethel cain bots. i have all of them “made” per say— i just need to do the greetings for all of them now + play test a bit and get em out. very very excited to do that omg.

i hope the rest of your day goes better— you honestly handled asking that guy out way better than i would’ve (i wouldn’t have even asked in the first place) so props to u!! gold stars for u 🌟🌟🌟

[fumifooms]

oh, sorry for so many asks, i also wanted to say too though i really agree so much with your chilchuck thoughts so far, even down to your personal headcanons about how things might go post-series. and you're absolutely right, i'll defend that little guy any day myself. you understand him so well and it's kind of relaxing to have someone else dish out this kind of analysis and already agree with all of it cus it's just so real, so thank you again for the Meal <- perhaps the perfect thing to say about dungeon meshi analysis when i think about it

i know you have playlists and stuff so i wanted to share a song i've been listening to that that reminds me of him: divine loser by clem turner

No worries, they’ve been a lot of fun! I do plan on getting back to each one btw, just gotta get through some other things first hopefully. Aaaah that’s really nice to hear 🥺 I do know the feeling haha, it’s always fun to have posts that Get It that you just nod along with 🤝 I’ve thought sooo much about Chilchuck I rotate him in my brain like rotisserie chicken more often than not, glad it all ended up being productive haha. Y’know recently my friends have been calling me a Chilchuck superfan/scholar jokingly and it actually made me have a realization moment of…

Bc I’ve always said Laios was my fave and like, he does mean everything to me idk if I’ve ever felt so seen as with Laios, I relate to him sooo much, but then. Okay alright that can be a different thing than a character being your favorite fine FINE I admit it Chilchuck’s my top blorbo. He’s so.🧍‍♂️I can’t even describe. He’s so….. He’s a clown but he’s also perfection in its best imperfect form I will not be taking further questions today. My friend called him my silly rabbit like that one meme and it makes me laugh sm

Thank you for the music rec!! I listened to it and yes agreed, sent straight to my Chil playlist. Songs are my bread and butter when I have character brainrot bc like with web weavings I feel like there are so many emotions and thoughts you can communicate about something so simply through one… (Which for anyone interested here’s my web weaving tag, got 2 about Chil). Gonna link all my dunmeshi playlists while I’m here: Dungeon Meshi, Chilchuck & his wife, marchil, Mithrun.

Ok everyone saw this coming but this ask ran away from me and I ramble about some song lyrics I associate with Chil & different facets of his life below the cut. Some people find my, ehem, heated rambles about Chil entertaining, this is your cue to get out the popcorn.

When thinking about songs for Chil I have 3 angles I take: About Chilchuck, about him and his wife, or about him & Marcille. Marchil is so engraved into me with their arcs together, that they’re like the concept of closure and letting go and letting yourself live again to me, sorry for all the non-enjoyers… But his dynamic with Marcille is a large part of his character arc so still fits, rock on.

I think currently my top song for him is Jackrabbit by San Fermin, because it combines all three it makes me go wild. It’s about trepidation… Throwing yourself into it even despite the fear (working with traps, survival in poverty where you have to rush & hustle), or just staying there paralyzed(not reaching out to his wife). Flight or freeze!! Saying goodbyes and saying hellos!! Not dying alone!! The life cycle of a wild rabbit living and dying, the baton pass race of life from generation to generation!! Chil and his daughters even!!! Going through life at a frenzied pace!! It is so Chilchuck and so marchil, and the music does give that hurried and scared energy to me too, and sigh the Marcille side to it with fear of death too…

Extra fun context but the other day on the discord server we were talking about what animal each character’s fursona would be as we do and I thought of a rabbit for Chilchuck: Quick footed, ‘cowardly’, small and frail and seen as weak 🙃, athletic and slender, pulls stunts, stressed out, has very fine hearing and has good instincts, etc. And ofc that fits really well with Marcille since she’s kinda associated with dungeon rabbits hehe~ But I think while Marcille’s 100% the cute round rabbit Chil’s more like a brown hare, more wild and like, more like a jackalope if we’re still doing monsters... I do lowkey find it more fun than his associated monster being mimics because he’s crabby, because they’re clever (with where they place themselves) and because of how he has a soft shell but soft insides, lol.

OKAY so that’s my song pick with the main 3 facets sure, now I’ll share some lyrics for each 3 sides separatedly 😈 Kinda summarizing my web weavings for him thus far. If we start with Chilchuck by himself we have… Enter One by Shelby Merry and Drunk by The Living Tombstone

With his wife, we have the bad end, and the good end for if they get back together with Lost Kitten by Metric and North by Sleeping At Last… Okay okay plus Love Like Ghosts and My Heart is Buried in Venice… Little Soldier by The Crane Wives for them also RUIN me

And Marchil… Marchil oh my beloved. Another buddy also made a full analysis on discord about Soap by The Oh Hellos for them lol, but these are Not I by I Fight Dragons and My Heart is Buried in Venice again~

Okay okay two more. Boats & Birds by Gregory and The Hawk, and Tummy by Tamino.

Finishing it up with quotes from, in order, A Softer World by Joey Comeau, Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky, Acknowledgements by Danez Smith, The Letter by Richard Paul Evans, and last but not least posts from dead tumblr account flintcoded. I keep looking around and finding MORE fitting quotes. Someone stop me- In loving me you hold a knife at my throat, in loving you I tell you exactly where to cut. Forgive me, memory is a rope around my neck. I need you to be happy, I need one of us to be happy.

Hand in unlovable hand…

In conclusion;

[noodyl-blasstal]

number 9 or 19 for the prompt list for taakitz if you're feeling inspired? :)

Thank you so much for this prompt which is from this list (I’m still open to requests.) Sorry the reply itself is un-prompt (I spiralled), but hopefully you'll forgive me!

Read below or on Ao3.

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Man, that’s going to stain…How’s it going?/ Well, haha, (doesn’t answer)

–

Kavitz screws all his courage to his sticking point and opens his eyes. He looks at the cake. He looks at his hands. He looks at the kitchen counter. They’re all still the same; bright red, unpleasantly sticky, and mocking him. The ‘icing’ could have at least had the decency to dry slightly in the air by now, but no, he’s made some kind of sugar based slime that is intent on eating everything - especially Taako’s worktops. 

Taako’s worktops… Taako definitely absolutely loves these worktops more than Kravitz. Kravitz knows this, everyone knows this, so why on earth had he decided to try his hand at baking at Taako’s house instead of his own? Maybe it was because he spent more of his non-death crime battling time here than anywhere else, he hadn’t spent a non-work night on the Astral Plane since well… hmm… and all his stuff was here, so it made sense, perfect sense. Or it would, if he hadn’t just committed a crime against baking, nature, and kitchens in general, there was no way Taako wasn’t going to notice.

He’s stuck, is the problem. He can’t operate his phone with his sugary murder hands even though it will absolutely be worth Sloane laughing at him if she can save him from this. Sadly it’s not like he can just go over there… although, no, actually, it’s exactly like he can just go over there! Kravitz reaches out his hand, and only winces slightly at the wet sound his scythe makes as it zoops into it. It’s fine. It’ll clean, and if not he can just tell people it’s blood and they’ll think he’s extra fearsome probably definitely maybe.

He cuts a very careful rift, if he can place it just right then… Kravitz leans his face gingerly into the rift and uses his nose to press the doorbell. He learned very quickly after Sloane and Hurley started dating that it was important to rift outside and wait for someone to answer the door. Sloane tugs said door open as he’s reaching his nose out to press the bell for a second time.

“Kravitz? What, and I cannot stress this enough, the fuck?” She folds her arms and gives him a look which means he’s definitely never going to hear the end of this.

“I need some help.”

Sloane raises her eyebrows.

“It’s a cake problem.”

“You didn’t!?”

“I…”

“Kravitz! After last time? And the time before… and…”

“I thought it might be different.”

“Because?”

“Taako’s good at baking.”

“And you figured cake osmosis was a thing?” Sloane’s lack of sympathy would be hurtful if she wasn’t entirely correct.

“On reflection, it wasn’t the best idea I’ve had in my life.” An understatement, but he doesn’t have time to properly catalogue this error right now. It can haunt him when he’s lying awake at 3am for the rest of his life instead.

“How bad is it?”

“It’s not sentient.” He’s remaining optimistic.

“Yet…” She mutters.

“I gave it a bit and it seems fine.”

“Uh huh.”

“I know that’s what I said last time, but I really think it’s okay.”

“If I had a gold piece for every time…” Sloane begins.

“Please just help.” Kravitz must sound pathetic enough because Sloane just rolls her eyes, and smiles fondly.

“Okay, are you coming to me or am I coming to you?”

Kravitz holds up his non-scythed hand.

“I’m coming to you,okay. Gimme a minute and a me-sized rift?”

“Thank you.” Kravitz nods and splices.

–

There’s a shuffling noise and Sloane opens the door again.

“Why do you even have a hazmat suit?” Kravitz tries not to feel offended, he doesn’t succeed.

“It’s not a hazmat, that would be overkill, it’s a tyvek.”

“And you have it because?”

“Do you wanna know?” The distinct edge to her question tells him he definitely doesn’t.

“Is it for work?”

“Yes.”

“The flower shop job?”

“Nope, and you said you don’t wanna know anything that you could be compelled to give up in a court of law so…”

“So I won’t ask any further questions and should instead be grateful that you’re coming to help save me and Taako’s worktops?”

“You got it on Taako’s worktops? Kravitz! I’m going to miss you.”

“I don’t know if he can kill me.”

“Here lies Kravitz…” Says Sloane as she steps through the rift. “... The bestest friend a gal could ask for. I’ll miss his ability to transport me without paying bus fare most of all.”

“Thanks Sloane, you always know how to make me feel better.” Kravitz says dryly.

“So you sure fucked this up, yeah?” Sloane looks around at the general devastation.

“The cake might be nice?” Kravitz points with a sticky hand.

“Mmhmm.” Says Sloane like she wants to believe him but can’t.

“But… it’s just… yeah…” He trails off.

“Have you tried anything yet?” 

“Er…”

“Water?”

“I can’t touch the tap.” Kravitz brandishes his free-hand. Tries for a second time to banish his scythe, fails. Maybe he doesn’t need to mention that specific issue to Sloane yet. “It’s really sticky.”

“Right. I’ll try water first. Do you have sponges you don’t care about?”

“As opposed to the sponges I do care about?”

“Hey, Kravitz, do you remember who you live with? The man who cares about nothing more than his kitchen and nearly broke up with you when you scrubbed the cast iron? You think he doesn’t have opinions about your sponges?”

She has a point. “There’s some in the garage.” He starts to move towards the door.

“No!” Sloane grabs the back of his suit and pulls. “You stay here, we need to keep the crime scene secured. By which I mean you specifically. Don’t move.

It’s a good point. Kravitz is going to stay so still. “I can’t quite remember where they…”

Sloane’s gone before he can finish and back too quickly for him to think about in depth. There’s definitely no reason for that which relates to her ability to case a joint.

“I’m going to try cold water first in case hot water makes it harden… or, you know, go on fire.” 

“That was one time!” 

“One time too many, Kravitz. One time too many.”

He opens his mouth and shuts it firmly again. The ‘gift to science’ defence doesn’t really work when he still doesn’t know how he did it.

Sloane dabs gingerly at the very edge of the worktop spatter. They both lean away in anticipation. Nothing happens. “No explosions is a good start.” She  says cheerfully, as she walks back to the sink. “I’ll test hot now.” She repeats the leaning, runs the hot tap directly onto the red spot on the sponge.

“Is it helping?”

“Nope.”

“Soap?”

She tries. “Nope.”

“How hard do you think it is to replace an entire kitchen and also me in… er…” Kravitz glances at the clock. “2 hours?”

“If anyone can do it’s Magnus. Well… maybe not you. You could ring your Mum?”

“She’s not my Mum.”

“Then why did I have to get my parents to call her before I was allowed to come play and why did I have to call her Mrs The Raven Queen when I came to visit?”

“That’s manners.”

“So anyway, call your Mum.”

“I’m not calling my Mum… I mean. Fuck. Sloane! Stop laughing! Can you help me ring Magnus?”

“Why can’t you…” Kravitz brandishes his hand again. “Ah. Fine. Where’s your phone?”

Kravitz swings a hip towards her.

“Nope.”

“Sloane!”

She rolls her eyes. Hard. “It’s a good job I love you, you know that?”

“Like I haven’t earned this.”

“Hey, I’ve never…”

“Don’t make me bring up The Plantcident.” Kravitz side eyes her as she reaches for his phone.

“Urgh, you’ll never let me forget that, will you? I maintain it could have happened to anyone.”

“But instead it happened to you and I had to talk the bank manager down so he didn’t press charges.”

“It’s a good thing you’re so clean cut and know all the fancy words. Now, sssh... “Sloane holds his phone up to his ear.” … it’s ringing.” 

“Wait, how did you know my code?”

Sloane doesn’t answer, she just smiles unnervingly instead. Kravitz worries sometimes about how much and how little he knows her all at once.

Magnus picks up before Kravitz can ask any more ill-advised questions (because he definitely doesn’t want to know the answers to them.)

“Hello Magnus, I just had a quick…. Yes? Oh… yes… No of course I think he’s a very clever boy… No, it’s okay, you don’t have to put me on to hi… Hello Johann. Magnus says you did a very good job today. Well done… Magnus? … Magnus?... Johann, can you get Magnus?... …. … MAGNUS?” Sloane winces. Kravitz mouths a quick sorry her way. “Great! Magnus, I… No, don’t hang up, I rang because I had a question, you know the kitchen worktops? … Mmmhm, yeah, they’re incredible, how long did they take you to make?... Oh? A week? Wow… And that was quick?” Kravitz widens his eyes at Sloane, her face doesn’t give anything away. “... and if it was a rush order? Oh… it was? Wow. Yeah. Lots of intricate bits…. Mmm… yes, you’re right, it is a funny shape in here. Good point… okay, so if someone had say, for example, stained them, how would one go about getting that stain out?... No it’s not a sex thing!... Magnus!... Do you really want to know the answer to that?... I didn’t think so… Look, it’s a hypothetical question which I  need the answer to please?... Yes, haha, you’re right it is a good thing it’s hypothetical, Taako would be really upset yes, but if you could just tell me… you know, for the thought exercise, yes, right… It would depend on the stain? So if something was sticky and had food dye?... Magnus please, you have to focus… Okay… Yep… Water… nail polish remover… baking powder and vinegar… toothpaste… yes we’ll try that… yes of course hypothetically… no, please don’t tell him… Because nothing has happened. Everything’s fine. Sloane can tell you.” 

Kravitz gives Sloane a pleading look and she retracts the phone to speak to Magnus herself. “Hey Magnus, yep, all fine here… Ha, yeah, just playing a fun hypothetical game, you know how we do that… give my love to Julia and Johann... Yeah, thanks from both of us… Bye!”

“So water didn’t work, but we can try the nail polish remover and the toothpaste, and I’m fairly sure Taako has the baking powder and vinegar.

“Be right back.” Sloane’s gone before Kravitz can tell her where anything is.

He tries to un-summon his scythe again while he waits. Nothing happens. He tries again, double hard, it tries to leave, there’s a second where it might, but no. Stuck fast. The door creaks open slowly before he can try a third time.

“I didn’t even know it was possible to get magic stuck to you.” He sighs.

Sloane doesn’t reply.

“Sloane?”

There’s a skittering noise. No. Oh fuck no.

“SLOANE!” Kravitz yells, hoping she’ll hear him before whichever one of them it is can get themselves stuck too.

“Pss pss pss pss pss.” He keeps his arms well out of reach, and moves slowly towards the door.

It’s Tiny Taco, of course it’s Tiny Taco. 

“Hello there, why don’t you go back out into the hall? You can play with your toys and your friends. It’ll be so nice out there in the rest of the house, in literally any room but this room.” 

Tiny Taco struts confidently forward and rubs his head fondly against Kravitz’s legs. This is the most affection he has ever shown him. Kravitz fights the impulse to lean into it, it’s all part of the ploy. Maybe if he slowly shuffles towards the door?

“You yelled?” Sloane asks from the doorway?

Kravitz turns to look at her. It’s all the distraction Tiny Taco needs and he makes a break for it.

“No no no no no no no!” Kravitz tries to block him with his body, Taco dodges. “Sloane can you…?”

She tries, she does. She moves fast. It’s not fast enough.

Kravitz reaches out and grabs him.

“Kravitz!” Sloane thwacks her palm against her head. “You had one job and it was standing still.”

Taco’s already squirming in his hand, this is going to get ugly fast.

“Shout at me later. Help, please?”

Sloane sighs unnecessarily loudly. “I’m taking a photo.”

“What? Sloane, no.”

“Do you want my help or not?”

Kravitz knows better than to try and bargain with her. “Fine.”

“Smile!” 

Kravitz is not going to smile.

“Smile or I’m not helping.”

Kravitz smiles.

“Okay, what goes best with cat? Toothpaste?”

Taco wriggles again and digs his claws sharply into Kravitz’s arm.

“Ouch! Anything, just try.”

Sloane shrugs and brandishes the Aquafresh. “Brace yourself.”

It works, eventually. Kravitz has fresh scratches, but Taco has been pasted (and slightly snipped) clean and returned to the ‘anywhere but the kitchen’ exclusionary zone with enough Dreamies to buy his silence.

“One down. Shall we try it on the worktop or your hands first?” 

“The worktop’s more important.”

“Oh wait, your phone’s going.”

“Who is it?”

Sloane checks. “Taako. There’s a few missed calls too.”

Kravitz smiles as endearingly as he can manage. Surely Sloane wouldn’t stand in the way of speaking to his boyfriend, not after how much he helped when she was worried about telling Hurley. “Would you mind?”

“Fine.” Sloane holds the phone to his ear.

“Hello Taako! It’s so nice to hear from you, love, how’s your day going? … mmhm… incredible… I hope you told him off… Maybe not the words I would have used, but as you say, it’s your school… Another award? Congratulations! Very much deserved as far as I’m concerned… How am I? Oh you know, fine… My day? Nothing much, just missing you… You can’t fireball me through a phone dearest… No, actually I don’t think you should try, if anyone can it’s you..” 

Sloane prods him hard and makes a ‘wind it up’ gesture.

“Ow… I mean… How is your afternoon looking?... Wonderful… Anyway, I should let you go. I know you’re busy… No no, honestly… I’ll see you later, I know you have so much on… Love you… Goodbye, Taako!”

“Gross.” Says Sloane loudly.

“Shut  up, you love your girlfriend.” She doesn’t have a leg to stand on as far as Kravitz is concerned.

“Yeah, you’re not wrong… I was actually thinking of… Wait, now’s super not the time. Let’s try and fix… you know, all of this?” Sloane gestures to the whole of everything.

Kravitz nods.

The layer of toothpaste doesn’t have the same effect on the counter as it did on Taco.

“Nail polish remover?” Sloane asks.

“Yes, whatever you think.” Kravitz eyes the clock warily.

It doesn’t work either, although it does remove the toothpaste effectively.

“Vinegar explosion?” Sloane sounds more excited than he’d like her to about this option.

“Did Magnus say how much to use?”

“Nope!” She says, happily, shaking powder across the worktop.

“Maybe you should start with a test patch?”

“Uh huh.” Sloane looks him dead in the eyes as she pours vinegar over it all.

The fizzing is far more dramatic than it would be on a small scale, he’ll give her that. Especially when it turns red.

It’s unfortunate that it’s still going when they hear the door open.

“Home, I’m honey!” Taako shouts from the entrance hall.

“Hi Honey, I’m Kravitz.” Yells Kravitz, automatically.

Sloane stops watching the fizzening long enough to pretend to puke. Kravitz glares at her. He can be gross in his own home. Taako’s own home. He doesn’t live here. Obviously.

“Where are you, Kraveroo? … Oh, hey there hi hello, Taco, most precious baby angel, how’re you doing this fine d… KRAVITZ!” 

“Fuck.” Say Kravitz and Sloane in tandem. 

“I can’t believe he told, we gave him so many treats!” Sloane shakes her head.

“He hates me.” Says Kravitz, mournfully. “We should never have trusted him.” 

“Kravitz? Where are you and why have you given the cat a shit haircut?” Taako’s voice is hovering somewhere between pissed off and amused and Kravitz would love to be able to tip it over into the latter category. He can’t deal with being in any more trouble right now.

He widens his eyes at Sloane, sadly she’s doing the same right back.

“I feel like we’ve gotta let it fizz? That’s what’s doing the cleaning, right?” Sloane hisses.

“Yes. That sounds logical, but how do I?” Kravitz holds his free hand up.

“You could poke your head out through the door?” 

“What?”

“He can’t see your hands if you’re just a head at the kitchen door.”

“Of course, thanks Sloane.” Kravitz makes it all the way to the door before realising his error. “Er…”

Sloane sighs heavily and dashes over to crack the door open before retreating to the counter.

“Hello my love.” Kravitz shouts, head poking into the hall and foot firmly wedged to stop the door opening any further.

Taako careens round the corner. “Why’re you in the kitchen?” His eyes narrow dangerously.

“I’m just doing something. A surprise.” 

Taako doesn’t look any less suspicious. “What’s that smell?”

“Surprise smell.” Kravitz smiles his most reassuring smile.

Apparently it’s less reassuring than he thinks because Taako disappears, and, if the “what the fuck?” From behind him is anything to go by, blinks into the kitchen.

“It’s not what it looks like!” Sloane’s hands are in the air and her head’s swivelling frantically, looking for escape.

“Cha’boy hasn’t a clue what it looks like… what the actual fuck is going on in here?”

“There may have been a slight incident.” Kravitz decides that there’s not many routes other than honesty left at this point.

“Slight?” Taako raises a single, reproachful eyebrow.

“It’s not all of the things. Just some of them.” Kravitz tries not to sound sulky, he does.

“Why’re you holding your scythe?”

“Uh…”

“Why’re you red?”

“Er…”

“Did you try to bake?”

“No.” Kravitz replies before he can remember his plan to the tell the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth. “I mean, yes. I did bake! The baking wasn’t the bit that went wrong. Look!” Kravitz points triumphantly at the cake.

Taako’s eyes soften for the barest moment. “It’s heart shaped.”

“It’s for you!” 

“And the red stuff?”

“I had to ice it.” 

“With?”

“Icing.”

“That you made from…?”

“I’m not actually entirely sure I remember.”

“Okay. Well first things first, Krav, Kraverino, beloved… you’re a skeleton. You, my guy, are made of bones. Meat you isn’t real.”

“Meat you isn’t real!” Sloane repeats. “I forgot.”

“Oh.” Kravitz unravels himself immediately and feels his scythe release into the ether, thank goodness. Not that he didn’t love it, but it’s a pain in the arse to lug around all the time, plus the drama of the reveal is always fun. “Thank you Taako.”

“Is this why you chopped Taco?” 

“There was an incident.” Says Sloane. “But I toothpasted him out.”

“And he only bit me twice!” Kravitz adds.

“See, cha’boy said you he was coming round to you!” Taako sounds genuinely delighted. To be fair, it is an improvement.

“So that’s one down.” Sloane says. “Just… this to go.”

“Have you tried, you know, magic?”

“Er…” There’s a long pause. A very long pause.

“I rifted to Sloane.”

Taako pinches his fingers at the bridge of his nose. “So just to clarify, neither of you, including you, handsome man, literally made of magic. tried any kind of mending, purifying,…” he lowers his hand to glance at the mess again. “... banishing?”

“Well…” Sloane starts, as if there’s any way to get them out of this.

“We rang Magnus!” Says Kravitz quickly. He can’t leave it all to Sloane.

“Ah, well if you rang Magnus, notoriously magical Magnus! Of course he would have thought to suggest all of the best wizardly crafts, he’s always casting spells, punch, chop, harder punch, Magical Magnus, we all call him.”

“Can you get rid of it?I think the fizzing has stopped now.” Sloane points at the still definitely-more-red-than-it-should-be counter.

“Can Taako get rid of it? This lowly idiot wizard? I suppose I can maybe see my way to trying, but what good could cha’boy possibly do against something so fearsome as icing?” Taako waves his hands dramatically. 

The red gets redder.

“Did… have you just made it stronger?” Sloane asks in disbelief.

“I meant to do that. It was just a warm up. Natch.” Taako’s voice doesn’t waver.

Kravitz tries very hard not to feel too smug. 

“Abraca-fuck-off!”

A small chunk disappears, but the rest remains just as vibrant.

“Fuck. That was high level too. Uh. Cha’boy’s out of ideas, have you called your Bird Mom, Krav?”

“She’s not my Mu…” 

Taako gives him a hard look. “Because, cha’boy’s just saying, these worktops, they’re good worktops, and it’d be a real shame if anything were to irreversibly stain them.”

“Taako, I can’t contact the god who oversees the natural order of life and death and ask her to take some time out to come fix… this.”

Taako raises an eyebrow.

Sloane gives him a look.

Kravitz snatches his phone back from her with his now blissfully un-gunked bone hands. “Fine, but I’m not communing, I’m texting.”

“She always rings you straight back anyway.” Taako says.

“Classic Mum behaviour.” Sloane adds.

Kravitz needs to spend less time with both of them, he refuses to be bullied like this.

His phone rings. “Hello M…y queen.” Kravitz glares at them both as they snicker. “We’re experiencing some issues with an, er, substance… No, not like that… No, we wouldn’t take anything that’s bad for us or the people around us… Thank you… Do you think there’s anything you can… yes. Yes, I know… I promise, this is the last time… I thought that maybe I’d be better… not just proximity… yes, okay, yes. Proximity… Thank you… I promise I won’t… I know I did, but this time I really mean it… Thank you very much… I love-you-too-bye.”

“What did your Mum say?” They chorus wearing their most pointed smiles.

“She’s going to have a look at it.” All of the fight has gone out of him. Kravitz has accepted his fate.

The counter shakes violently. Nothing happens.

It shakes again.

Nothing.

Kravitz’s phone rings.

He doesn’t want to answer. Less than anything does he want to answer, but he cannot ignore direct summons.

“Hello… yes… No… I can’t remember… I’m sorry… I don’t think… Okay. Yes. I’ll ask him…” Kravitz turns to Taako. “How attached are you to your kitchen?”

Taako narrows his eyes. “Very.”

“How would you feel if the counters had to be banished into a secure dimension?”

Taako’s mouth forms into a tight line.

“It may also not really be a question of whether you’re happy for it to happen or not because Raven checked with Istus and there’s a strand of fate which needs to be snipped right now…”

“So what you’re saying is that cha’boy’s losing a chunk of the kitchen he spent what feels like a century planning? That his best friend in the world hand crafted for him?” Taako presses his hand to his forehead and pretends to faint.

Kravitz opens his mouth and shuts it again. Guilt gnaws at him. He wants more than anything to fix this, but he doesn’t know how.

“Shall I tell Magnus you said he was your best friend?” Sloane asks.

“Take the counter.” Taako replies immediately.

“Taako, I’m so sorry.”

Taako smiles and waves his hand. “Honestly, Taako was bored of them.”

“But…”

“Magnus hasn’t really been challenged lately. I think he needs this. We’ll do it as a favour to him.”

“Are you…?” 

“Honestly, Taako made the kitchen with himself in mind, but it’s not just cha’boy living here anymore, is it?” Taako waves his hand flippantly.

Kravitz pauses. “I… Taako.”

“Tell her to do it now.”

His tone leaves absolutely no room for disagreement, Kravitz gives the answer.

There’s a brief moment of nothing, enough time for Kravitz to chance a tentative look at Taako. He meets Kravitz’s eyes confidently, doesn’t even flinch as reality twists around them and there’s a gentle pop. Kravitz doesn’t need to check to know the counter is gone. 

Taako smiles at him.

“I’m gonna head out. Kravitz could you…?” Sloane asks.

He cuts the rift without looking at her. “Thank you for helping.”

It seals behind her.

“I’m sorry.” Kravitz says again, because he is.

“You made me a cake.” Taako says again.

“Yes.” Kravitz replies, because he did. Regardless of everything else, he did.

“Because you wanted to fuck my kitchen up?”

“No! I, look, you made the me the pastries.”

“The date ones?”

“Yes. The ones from home. You spent weeks working at it and you didn’t even have a recipe, just me trying to explain a taste I can barely remember.”

“And cha’boy nailed it.” Taako grins smugly and Kravitz loves him in all his brash confidence.

“You did. You really did.”

“So you decided I needed cake too?”

“No one ever bakes for you.” Kravitz says quietly.

“Ango did that one time.” 

“Yes, that’s true. But it’s been ages and they got set on fire, and no one else does. You deserve it. You deserve to be taken care of right back.”

“Hey, Krav. Quick question, just a teensy smidgey one. Who got the shoe organiser after cha’boy kept falling over them?”

Kravitz tilts his head, uncertain what this has to do with anything.

“Go on, don’t get shy on me, who did that?”

“Me.” Says Kravitz. He’d been sick of worrying that Taako was going to fall over and get lost in a shoe pile and need help when he wasn’t there to give it.

“And who actually puts the shoes on the shoe organiser when cha’boy forgets?”

“Me?” It’s not like he does it all the time, just now and again.

“And who got the cats those extra perches to go round the walls because I was worried they were bored?” Taako doesn’t wait for an answer. “Oh, yeah, that was you too.”

“But…”

“Bones, you care for Taako in so many different ways, so leave the baking to the professionals because so help me fantasy Jesus if you wreck any more of our house.” 

“Our house?”

“Yeah. Now shut up and tell me what your perfect kitchen looks like so I can fix it.”

[darbyoakana]

An Overlord's Tail - Chapter 8

An Overlords Tail Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10

Summary: Alastor X reader, F/M. Vox has convinced himself he can win you over.

Warnings: Kidnapping, violence, Val is a fucking dick

Other Notes: none

Darby Link Tree

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Chapter 8: Bonding Experience

Things had gone back to normal for the most part. Interactions between you and Alastor were taken slowly. The usual day-to-day was the same. As for more intimate experiences, you waited for him to initiate. There was more affection in his actions, little things. His hand on the small of your back, subtle glances. You were willing to go at whatever pace he wanted, you were just happy to be with him and that he wasn’t avoiding you anymore. The rest of the staff was also grateful, Alastor was now in a good mood most of the time.

The party had been a topic of conversation for over a week. It seemed like everyone had a great evening. You were out on some errands and on the way back to the hotel you checked your phone. Charlie had asked if you’d stop by the stationary shop to pick up thank you cards to send to the party guests, an order was ready for her. You were in the middle of texting her to let her know you didn’t mind picking them up for her on your way home, your phone blowing up with heart and smiley emojis from Charlie when you were interrupted. 

A van pulled up next to you, the door thrashed open and two men jumped out. One grabbed you from the back, arms around the chest. You dropped your phone. You used the leverage to throw your legs up and kick the other man in the nuts. Once your feet were on the ground again you whacked the man holding you in the face with the back of your skull several times before he dropped you. You ran, thinking you were in the clear. But just as you were passing the back of the van, a hand reached out. Electricity overwhelmed your body and you slumped in Vox’s arms. 

“Sorry babe,” he picked you up and put you in the van. Glancing at his lackeys he scoffed. “Haha oh shit, she beat the crap out of you, how fuckin’ pathetic! What do I even pay you for?” 

You woke tied to a chair in Vox’s penthouse. You groaned as your eyes refocused. You were in a familiar living room between the two sofas, facing the coffee table and large windows. Valentino was on one couch smoking, scrolling on his phone. Plumes of pink smoke wafted around. Vox approached you, realizing you were awake.

“Hey babe…” he said softly. “Sorry about all that. It should have been a simple stress-free snatch-and-grab. But that's my girl, huh? Always complicating things.” 

“I am not your girl,” you growled. 

“Aw, come on now. Be open-minded. I went to all this trouble to get you,” he leaned over to be level with your face. “I had to be very patient and you know that’s not one of my virtues. Boy oh boy, you really don’t leave the hotel often do you?” 

“Fuck. Off.” 

“Oh doll, I’ve missed you,” he moved a piece of your hair out of your face. “And your sassy little mouth.” 

“Is that all you miss about her mouth?” Valentino asked. He waves his fingers at you. “Hola, chica.”

You struggled against the ropes holding you down. 

“I guess I’ll hear you out, not like I have a lot of options here.”

“See! There you go! That’s the right attitude!” 

“Well spit it out, what half-cocked plan did you come up with?” you spat. “Does this actually have anything to do with me? Or is this about Alastor?” 

“That’s a really good point,” Valentino said.  

“Val, not helping,” Vox said. “No. If this had to do with him don’t you think he’d be sitting here instead of you?” 

“No,” you laughed. “If you could, you would have already.” 

“Also another valid point,” Val stated. 

“Okay, enough from both of you!” Vox yelled. 

“You have a limited amount of time here, I suggest you get moving.” 

“He only cares about himself.” Vox laughed. “What, you think he’s going to come save you?” 

“Yeah. I do,” you stated. “But let's say he doesn’t, I imagine Charlie will wonder where I am. Who do you think she’s going to run to? Her ex-exorcist angel girlfriend? Or her King of Hell angel father? One way or another you are getting your ass handed to you.”

“Another noteworthy point she's making,” Val hissed through his teeth. “Why are we doing this here?” 

“Fine! I’ll get to it then.” Vox grumbled. “You know I want you back, what is that going to take?” 

“You have nothing I want.” 

“I’m sure that’s not true, we could come to an arrangement. You could have whatever job you wanted. Or, no job at all. I could treat you like a queen. I could make you famous, or start your own company, anything! Just tell me what you want.” 

“Pass.” 

“You could have anything and everything you’ve ever wanted. You really want to work at that stupid hotel all your afterlife?” 

“I don’t know what I need to say or do to make you understand, we are done here. I’d rather financially struggle for eternity than come back to you. Especially after this bullshit.”

I can do this, he thought. He could get you back. Avoid the lengthy heartbreak he endured before. He could make you happy, he just knew it. He just had to make you see that he was serious. That he wanted this, he wanted you. 

“What if…” he hesitated. “What if I gave you my soul?” 

“Excuse me?” you said, shocked. “What the fuck Vox.”

“What?!” Valentino exclaimed. “I did not just hear you correctly. What the fuck did you just say?!” Valentino was up from the couch, shouting. He grabbed Vox by the collar and dragged him out of the room. “Excuse us a moment.” 

You could hear shouting down the hall. Vox must have lost it. Offering his soul? Even half is a huge deal. That would shift the power of not only him as an overlord but his company too. It was a choice that affected both Valentino and Velvette and he was just tossing it around like it was nothing. Maybe this wasn’t about Alastor after all. Maybe he did actually love you? 

The doors opened and Valentino entered the room without Vox. 

“He’s going to take a little time out to gather his fucking sanity,” he huffed. “As for you, I’m tired of this. I didn’t care that you were his little sidepiece. But like hell if I am going to suffer this again! I endured years of him whining about Alastor. He finally stopped complaining when you came around and now it's the same goddamn fucking thing.” 

“Aw poor baby,” you said flatly. “Do you want me to call your madre to come change your diapers?” 

“Shut the fuck up!” He slapped you across the face. You felt your lip crack and the slight taste of blood hit your tongue. “You dumb whore!” 

“Wow. Did your mommy also raise you to hit like a bitch?”

“Cunt!” this time he socked you and your head hit the back of the chair with a thud. It took you a bit to shake it off. “I don’t mind roughing you up if you’re into that, baby. Cause I certainly am.” 

“Fuck,” you could see a blurry red cloud in the corner of your eye, the impact broke a blood vessel. “There you go champ, I knew you had it in you.”

“Ugh. You are going to start cooperating and give him what he wants,” Val demanded.

“Yeah, no thanks,” you could feel blood dripping from your nose, he got you good on that last swing. “I’m not doing shit.”

“I wasn’t asking,” Val pulled a syringe of purple liquid out of his pocket. “We're going to make you a little bit more complaint.” 

“What the fuck, Val… come on, that's a bit excessive,” you uselessly struggled in the chair. “Please don’t.”

“Oh, now we want to play nice? Too late.” 

He injected it into your arm with an aggressive jab. Your vision immediately blurred. The room moved like you were floating on the ocean. You tried to keep your eyes open as you tilted your head back to rest on the back of the chair. By the time Vox returned, you were slack-jawed.

“I had a little chat with our girlie here and I think she’ll be more behaved,” Val told Vox, returning to the couch.

“Oh, uh, okay… great,” he came over to you. “Oh, what the fuck Val, did you hit her?” 

“Just a little.” 

“Ughhhh. You are not helping me here!” he turned back to you, taking your face in his hands to look at the swelling and bruise that was already forming on your eye. He grabbed a rag and wiped the blood from your nose. “I’m sorry, doll, are you okay?”

You blinked hard several times trying to clear your vision. All you could see was the blurry glow of Vox’s face. 

“Pretty… blue…” you giggled. 

“Uh..” Vox looked at your dilated eyes. “WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK VAL!? Did you drug her??”

“Yes, now make a deal for her soul so we can be done with this fucking bullshit!” Val spat. 

“Fuck…Fuckkkkkkk,” he groaned. He took a deep breath. “What is wrong with you? She’s never going to trust me now!”

“Oh yeah, 'cause kidnapping is such a bonding experience. Shut the fuck up and take her soul. I gave her a nice little cocktail, if she isn’t willing now in about 20 minutes she’ll be so hungry for your cock, she’ll give you whatever you want.” 

“Fuck fuck fuck. This isn’t how this was supposed to go.” 

“What was the plan then? You sell her your fucking soul and ruin everything we have going for us? What the fuck is wrong with you!?” 

“Get out,” Vox sat on the opposite couch than Val, placing his head in his hands. “Get. The. Fuck. Out. N̷̬̝͚̒̚Õ̶̢̧̨͔̮̳̫̘͍̭̤͉̻̤̊̉̈́̋̈́͐͌̎̑̈́͘͠Ẅ̸̢̱̘́̔͛̇̓̓̈́̈̉̅̏̾͘͘͠!” 

“FINE,” Val hissed. “But if you give that cunt your soul, I will personally kill both of you fuckers. Do you understand me!?” He picked up the drink he was nursing and threw the glass against the wall. “FUCKING RIDICULOUS!” 

The doors slammed behind him. Vox sat there, head in his hands, panicking. What options did he have? There was no way he’d be able to convince you to come back now. He was fucked. You groaned as the room spun. Vox untied you from the chair, picked you up, and carried you to the couch. He laid you down, propping your head up on his lap. He ran his fingers through your hair. 

“Fuck.. I ..I’m so sorry.” 

“Vox..?” 

“Yeah, babe... I’m right here.” 

“I don’t feel good,” tears dripped from your eyes.

“Yeah… I know. I’m sorry, doll. I’m really sorry. I don’t know, I just thought… I’m so stupid.” He sighed. “I wanted things to go back the way they were… I thought I could...I don’t know.”

 He wiped a tear from your face, you shuttered at his touch. He knew he had a short amount of time before the love potion part of the cocktail would make the situation so much worse. Val intended for him to take advantage. Vox was a lot of things, but he wasn’t that. You were already starting to squirm, clenching your legs together. After several minutes of drowning in his thoughts, he swallowed his pride, picked up his phone from the table, and dialed the only person he knew at the hotel. 

“Hi, Angel? Yeah uh…it’s Vox. I need to talk to Alastor please.” 

“Oooooof, yah, about that…uh…” he paused. “He’s already comin’ for yah bud. Good luck!” Angel hung up. 

Fuck my life. Vox sat and awaited his fate. 

It didn’t take long before Vox could hear screams and crashing sounds coming from lower levels of the building. The doors of his penthouse burst open, black tentacles flailing. Alastor’s large corrupted form twisted its way through the doorway. Smears of blood and body parts littered the hall behind him, half of a body in his large claw. 

“Al.. I fucked up,” he let out a heavy exhale. “Please take her home. She needs you.” 

One of his tentacles whipped out and wrapped around Vox’s neck, bringing him to his knees. Scratchy radio growls bubbled up from Alastor’s chest. He dragged Vox across the room, raising him up off the ground. Alastor’s jaw clenched and teeth grinding as his neck made a piercing cracking sound. Blood dripped from the corners of his mouth. 

“If she left.. Wouldn’t.. Wouldn’t you do .. anything to get her back?” Vox gagged, gripping at the appendage crushing his throat. The tentacle continued to apply pressure, a small crack ran across Vox’s face. “..ple..ase..” 

“Ala..stor…” you mumbled, curled up in a painful ball on the couch. 

You reached your hand out to him. His expression softened and form shrank, lured out of his murderous rage by your voice. He tossed Vox, landing against the coffee table. Glass and wood broke beneath him. Vox sat up and dragged himself to the other couch, pulling a few pieces of glass out of his arm. He tried to catch his breath. Alastor sat down next to you, removing hair from your face. He growled when he saw the swollen red lump around your eye.

“She’s right, I’m no good for her,” Vox said, defeated. “I didn’t appreciate her until she was gone. I didn’t realize what a hole she’d leave. I miss her kindness, her humor,” tears formed in the corners of Vox’s eyes. “Don’t fuck this up Al. Don’t do what I did.”

Vox had a new sense of clarity and was finally letting go. He could see that no matter what he did, he pained you in one way or another. Situations both in and out of his control would always affect your quality of life. Tonight was a great example. He could finally see that you deserved better than he could give. He had failed you, just as he’d failed Alastor so many years before. Vox wrapped his arms around his knees and sobbed. He felt heartbroken and knew it was his own fault. 

“Please… deal with this later? Take me home,” you pleaded. 

“Very well. But this will be addressed,” he snarled at Vox. 

Alastor picked you up and all faded to black. 

[mayimkjs]

Mikoto's Notable T2 Timeline Convos (EN Ver)

Taken from the FOOL's MATE research doc

T1 EN

T1 JP

T2 EN

T2 JP

1) 2022/10/06, Mikoto's birthday

Sakurai Haruka Mikoto-san. Um, are you ok……? Kayano Mikoto Ah, Haru-kun. It’s been a while since we last talked, huh. Yeah, I’m fine. Are you doing ok……? Sakurai Haruka Ah, I’m fine. I’ve been enjoying myself, a lot. Um, I’m sorry, for avoiding you.  I was a bit scared. Of you, honestly…… Kayano Mikoto Ahhh, yeah. I’ve been lashing out whenever I go to sleep, right? ……it’s fine. Even I think you’re right to be scared. You know, I kinda just hate that I don’t even know what’s going on myself…… haha. Kayano Mikoto Ah, but despite all that you still came and talked to me because it’s my birthday, right? Thank you, you’ve grown into a good man.

Mikoto has cast himself away.

His relationship with Haruka is completely different as he's now scared of Mikoto.

Mikoto is understanding of his fear and thinks Haruka is in the right.

He has no idea what's been going on and thanks Haruka for the birthday wishes.

2) 2022/12/15, Kotoko's birthday

Kayano Mikoto Ah, Koto-chan. It's been a while. We were isolated for some time but, how are you doing? Lots of things happened, but for now let's get along. Here, it's your birthday right? I figured that no one would come celebrate it for you, so I came to wish you a happy birthday. Yuzuriha Kotoko ...What a carefree person you are.  Someone as atrocious as you won't be forgiven next time too, surely.  When that time comes, it'll be your last. Next time, I'll kill you. Kayano John Haah? Why don't you try it then, you lunatic.  I'll crush anyone who tries to harm me....  I'll make sure to thoroughly beat you at your own game...!! Yuzuriha Kotoko Hmph. The boundaries have gotten more blurred, it seems.  Your existence itself is a crime. I will give you your punishment.  This is MILGRAM's, Es', and also my own decision.

Mikoto and Kotoko were separated for some time. He still wants to get along with everyone and wishes her a happy birthday.

Kotoko then threatens Mikoto

John fronts and threatens her back.

3) 2023/10/06, Mikoto's birthday

Kayano Mikoto Is it true… There’s really another me? These tattered clothes, and scaring everyone, it’s all because of him.  They say I'm a murderer... Isn't it unreasonable to expect me to believe that? Kayano Mikoto Can you hear me talking like this?  If you can hear me, then answer me.  Why are you doing such horrible things? Hey. It's your fault things have become like this. ……Answer me!! Kayano John Ah, ahhh!! Because, I did it for your sake...!  Because you would break apart!! Kayano Mikoto - - What am I doing...?  There's no way you'll conveniently give me an answer. I should just stop thinking about everything already...I'm tired......

Mikoto has completely isolated himself at this point.

He’s trying to communicate with John but is unsuccessful. Even though John responds, Mikoto can’t hear him.

4) 2024/08/05, Kazui's Birthday

Kayano Mikoto Well, you know... I appreciate your feelings, but... I don't know what I might do, even I'm not sure myself. So I think it's best if we're not together for a while. Besides... haha, aren't you scared, Kazu-san? Mukuhara Kazui Hmm, due to my job, I'm used to dealing with troubles youth. You must have your reasons. I don't feel like prying. Well, come over if you feel like it. Staying alone all the time will make you feel down. I can keep you company if you need to relieve some stress. Kayano Mikoto Yeah... I'm not really used to relying on others, you know. How should I put it, I feel like I'm being a bother. I can't bear that feeling of being pathetic... I guess I'm being very Japanese about this, haha... Mukuhara Kazui Hmm... well, that's fine. If that's easier for you, I won't force you. But you know, people in their 20s are still kids. It's admirable that you're hard on yourself, but I think it's okay to cause a bit of trouble for others. After all, I'm nearly 40 and I'm still a kid at heart.

He’s starting to confide in others more.

He still thinks he’s a monster and that other’s shouldn’t be near him. 

Kazui is offering to help Mikoto out by listening to him when he needs it.

He’s admitting that he has a problem about bothering others.

[luminouslywriting]

Chapter 14 (Mastermind)—MOTA Fic

A/N: This one is a lot.....so buckle up and put up with Bucky one more time (for now at least haha). As always, let me know what you think! Sorry I'm a little behind on answering requests....work has been insane this week and I haven't really written anything either!

The next morning came early for everyone—but for Ruth Sharpe, who had not slept at all, it was not early.  It was just another day.  In fact, when Helen and Tatty were just barely stirring from their precious few hours of sleep, they found that Ruth was already up, completely dressed, and busy at work with letters and paperwork. 

Helen blinked a few times, stifling a yawn that would surely carry over to Tatty.  “Don’t you sleep?” She questioned, giving a slight hiccup.  

Ruth glanced over in her direction, noting the messy hair and bags under Helen’s eyes.  “Finals week in law school had me up for a full 52 hours.  This is perfectly doable.” 

“You are truly terrifying, you know that?” Tatty said, finally pulling herself out of bed and slipping on her shoes. 

“So I’ve been told,” Ruth said, rising to her feet.  “I got you some water since you were both a little tipsy last night and there should be some ginger in the bathroom.” 

“You love us,” Helen chirped with a smile. 

“That I do,” Ruth replied, a small smile slipping onto the edges of her lips.  “Now if you ladies will excuse me, I want to talk to my brother before he goes up today.” 

“Ooh tell him we say hi!” Helen insisted. 

“And good luck,” Tatty murmured, pinching the bridge of her nose as her headache spread across her forehead. 

With that, Ruth exited the Red Cross hut and set out towards the mess hall—where the men would surely already be eating their food, or at least attempting to anyway.  The mood in the mess hall was a strange amalgamation of stress, nerves, excitement, and courage.  She wasn’t sure how they dealt with the plethora of emotions every single time a mission came up. 

Ruth was not surprised to find Abe, already chattering away at his table with his new squadron.  “Your six o’ clock,” Rosie said to Abe in a warning tone. 

Abe had no more turned around when he found Ruth standing behind him.  “Ruth!” Abe exclaimed.  

“Mind if we take a quick walk?” Ruth questioned, doing her best to keep her tone steady.  Truth be told, she felt as though she were going to be sick.  As though her knees were just going to collapse and she was going to just sink in on herself and never come back up. 

Abe shoveled the last bite of banana in his mouth, giving a nod.  “Yeah!” He gave a muffled reply that nearly had him spitting out food.  

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Came the united response from both Ruth and Rosie—both of whom just gave the same annoyed glance towards each other. 

“Sorry,” Abe said, cheeks burning ever so slightly.  He was quick to follow after his sister into the crisp fall air outside of the mess hall.  

Ruth’s burning gaze seemed to seep into his very soul as she looked him over.  She gave only a slight sigh as she adjusted his collar, hands resting on his shoulders.  “Have you prayed today?” She asked in a soft voice. 

Abe had been steeling himself for some sort of lecture or some sort of ploy of infractions to get him out of today’s mission.  What he hadn’t been prepared for was the softness and worry that was in his older sister’s tone.  Ruth was normally fearless—but right now, she just seemed very human.  Very motherly, too. 

“Yeah.  First thing I did this morning,” Abe promised her. 

“Me too,” Ruth replied softly.  Staring into his eyes, it was as if they were looking into a mirror.  They had the same eyes, they always had.  When Ruth was younger, she liked to go out with him and pretend that he was her baby.  That had quickly faded when she realized how much work children actually were—but the lingering thought that Abe was her responsibility, was part of her as much as she was a part of him—that hadn’t gone anywhere. 

And given the fact that their mother was an ocean away and had no idea that Abe was here or safe, Ruth felt the weight of that pressing down upon her shoulders. She was Atlas, she was Reuben, she was the one who was supposed to prepare the way for Abe. 

“Be on guard up there.  Don’t get distracted.  You just focus on your job.  Rosie and God will do the rest.” 

“That’s a lot of faith in Rosie.” 

“It’s a lot of faith in God,” Ruth corrected in a gentle tone.  “But I mean it.  You come back or I’ll have to move heaven and the earth to bring you back myself.” 

A soft smile spread across his features.  “You could certainly try.” 

“I’ll wrestle with the angels if I must.  Now go, you sweet boy.  And I’ll see you after it’s over.” 

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The Bremen mission had Ruth more nervous than she had ever been in her life.  It felt like her stomach was tied up in knots and someone was tugging on the rope holding the knots and swinging it back and forth like some sort of damn jump rope. 

At the moment though, she was solidly locked into the single most distracting conversation of her life—compliments of Jack Kidd being way too aware of her anxiety, given the fact that Abe was in the air.  “You’re kidding, right?” Kidd demanded, eyes wide as he nearly fell off his chair in the tower. 

“No, I’m not kidding,” Ruth said, setting her book down. 

“But—but—she’s the worst!  She’s practically the villain!” 

“I never said she wasn’t the worst.  I still like her.” 

“But she treats Rhett terribly.  And she was trying to steal Ashley the entire time!” Kidd exclaimed, nearly throwing his hands up in the air. 

“Yes,” Ruth agreed.  “She’s terrible.  She’s flawed.  But she’s also an ambitious woman.  Scarlett O’ Hara is many things.  But they could never make me hate her.  She’s a strong character in trying to achieve her goals.” 

“Shit, Ruthie,” Kidd just shook his head at her.  “And here I thought you’d like Melanie.” 

“I do…..I also think she’s rather boring,” Ruth admitted with a slight shrug. 

“But Melanie is so—” 

“Pure and good and kind and everything a mother wants in a daughter?  I suppose I find myself aligning more with Scarlett O’ Hara in the sense that my family thinks that I’m altogether too ambitious and ruthless.  That doesn’t mean I condone any of her actions.  I just like that she keeps trying to achieve what she wants and doesn’t give up.” 

“Maybe they ought to just put you in charge of a squadron,” Kidd cracked a smile. 

“I have no appetite for destruction and war.  Only justice,” Ruth retorted.  “It’s why I like Mr. Smith Goes to Washington.” 

“I forgot about that movie.” 

“It’s a favorite of mine,” Ruth said proudly.  “Now there’s a character who understands passion about what they believe is right and has the moral conduct and code to go after it.” 

Kidd didn’t get a chance to respond to that.  When the planes came flying into sight, it was as if the two of them were stuck.  And Ruth silently counted the planes, wondering where the hell in the lineup her brother would be. 

“Rosie’s plane is there,” Kidd said, eyes locked onto the skies. 

Almost immediately, a breath of relief tore from her throat like a cat’s snarl.  Ruth nearly collapsed on the spot, the knowledge that at least the plane had returned giving her a modicum of comfort.  

“Buck’s plane isn’t there,” Kidd’s expression was grim and Ruth felt like her stomach had just dropped an octave. 

“What?” 

“Shit….Bucky—” Kidd ran a hand through his hair. 

Ruth just placed a hand on Kidd’s shoulder.  “Interrogation first.  And then I can be the one to tell Egan.” 

“He’s not going to take this well.” 

“No.  He’s not.” 

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Ruth felt as though she were walking through some sort of damn graveyard.  Everything was grim and the men wore the faces of shells and haunted eyes seemed to jump out at her as she walked amongst them.  She caught sight of Bubbles, locked into a conversation with Crank. 

Nearly tripping over her own heels, Ruth made her way over to them.  “Who’s gonna tell Bucky?” Crank questioned, eyes flicking to Bubbles. 

“Don’t worry about that now,” Ruth insisted—her voice an unnaturally gentle thing on the wind.  

Crank just gave a nod.  “Thanks, Sharpe.” 

“Yeah,” Ruth’s gaze turned onto Bubbles and the way that he was nearly shaking like a leaf.  “No Crosby then?” 

“No, ma’am.” 

Ruth gave him a sympathetic look.  “I’m sorry about your friend.  He seemed nice.” 

“He was the best.” Bubbles just shouldered his pain and followed the men into interrogation.  

And there, as Ruth was watching the doorway of the interrogation room and the floods of pilots streaming in, her gaze caught onto the boy that she desperately wanted to just take far from this place.  Abe’s steps were slow, gaze down on the ground as he walked.  

But Ruth wasn’t about to let him just go in by himself.  Not after knowing what terrors the skies held and the things that he had probably seen.  No, Ruth wasn’t going to let him suffer silently in this pain.  So Ruth caught onto his arm and Abe flinched violently at the contact, turning to look at her. 

It took him a moment to realize that Ruth was there.  That she was in front of him.  A waiting presence for him to need her.  And the thing was that he did need her.  Badly.  

Abe practically spilled into her arms and Ruth just held onto him.  He clung to her, hands fisting in her JAG-Corp jacket, face buried in her shoulder.  And it was all Ruth could do to just hold onto him.  No sobs came from his throat—he wasn’t sure he could even muster the energy to do so. 

When he finally broke apart from his older sister, he just felt like he was a little kid again.  And in a very small voice, he looked up at her with cracks in his armor.  “Nash is dead.” 

All at once, Ruth understood.  He lost his friend.  And Ruth still had to send him into Interrogation.  That was the protocol.  “I know, darling,” Ruth murmured in a quiet tone.  “Come find me after you’re done.  We’ll talk, alright?” 

Abe just gave a half-nod.  And she watched with a heavy heart and soul as her fearless little brother, no more than a child himself, walked into the Interrogation.  And she could do nothing to ease his pain.  

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The phone call to Bucky Egan had damn near put a crack in Ruth’s own heart.  For as long as she had been at Thorpe Abbotts, she and Bucky had maintained an antagonistic friendship of needling and light teasing.  It was just their way of expressing fondness for the other.  And for as long as she had been on the base, she had known that Bucky was the beating heart and soul of the Hundredth. 

But the thing about a heart is that it needs blood to pump.  Is that it requires other things to function.  The heart can’t propel the body on its own.  It needs others.  And Bucky needed Gale Cleven like he needed air to breathe.  When they were together, they were better.  When they were together, morale was high and the men believed that the war could be won. 

Buck Cleven going down in the Bremen mission had fundamentally changed things for everyone on the base in a way that Ruth had not foreseen.  She knew that by leaving Bucky Egan on his own, it was opening a door to recklessness, impulsivity, and danger for every single man that would go up in the skies. 

And truth be told, being the person to force him to sober up after his meeting with Harding was the last thing that Ruth wanted to do.  She had responsibilities, work to do, people to confer with, paperwork to be done.  She did not need to be Bucky Egan’s personal babysitter because he couldn’t keep himself sober. 

Grief was a funny thing.  It tended to do funny things to people. 

So as she stood there, watching him dunk his head in the water trough for a third time, Ruth just felt weary.  “You shouldn’t be flying today,” Ruth said in a steel tone. 

Bucky was still in a kneeling position as he wiped at the water beads on his face and head.  He nearly threw up as he tried to get to his feet.  He stumbled, ground feeling uneven beneath his feet.  Ruth just took a step back, a frown set on her features. 

“Do you—” Bucky bit down on his tongue and he tasted copper.  “Do you care about anyone?  Or are you just a cold and emotionless bitch?” 

To her credit, Ruth wasn’t offended by the word.  She knew what the men called her behind her back.  She largely preferred her reputation as a bitch.  At least she wasn’t easy.  At least she had a semblance of control in her life and in her relationships, unlike the man in front of her. 

“I care a great deal,” Ruth retorted.  “Why else would I be sitting out here and ensuring your sobriety during a mission that could endanger your men?” 

His eyes flashed dark with guilt and he had to rip his gaze away from the woman of steel.  “I’m trying my best,” Bucky finally bit the words out.  “It’s not enough.” 

Ruth let out a deep sigh, leaning against the combine behind her.  “I hate to be the one to inform you of this.  But life is rarely fair.  And nothing we do is ever enough.  But that doesn’t mean we stop trying.” 

“They all deserve to die,” Bucky’s voice was like gravel as he whispered out the truth that had been building in his throat. 

From within her bag, Ruth withdrew two cigarettes.  After lighting her own, she tossed him the other cigarette and her lighter.  Taking a large inhale of smoke, Ruth just sighed.  “I don’t think that they do.” 

“Is that your version of justice?” 

“No, it just is justice.” 

“Seems biased.” 

“Unfortunately, everyone is,” Ruth removed the cigarette from her mouth as she stared at the pitiful figure of Bucky Egan in front of her.  Hunched and drenched, still reeking of alcohol, grief spilling out at every single seam.  She was quiet for a long minute.  “I understand revenge, contrary to your beliefs.” 

“No you don’t—” 

“I’m Jewish.” The silence that fell was deafening.  Bucky blinked once, then twice, trying to process that.  “My cousins.  My grandparents.  My aunts and uncles.  They’re all just gone,” Ruth said quietly.  “Old people.  Innocent children. Good people.  And when I came over here to see if I could find them, there wasn’t anything I could find.  They’re somewhere in a camp or already dead and we have no way to know that.  So don’t presume that I don’t think about revenge.” 

“Ruthie,” Bucky started, chest aching with a cavity of guilt. 

“This war may have just taken Buck from you,” Ruth said slowly.  “But it’s been taking people for years.  And dropping bombs on civilians and children—women and kids—it is not going to make you feel better.  And it is not going to bring him back.  So get over your own grief and start focusing on the bigger picture.” 

“I—” 

“You should shower.  You reek of alcohol.” 

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Ruth didn’t leave the tower.  She didn’t move a single inch the entire time that the men were gone.  Three missions in three days was a lot for anyone—even the best of the best.  And three missions in three days was taking its toll on everyone.  She didn’t agree with Harding’s decision to bomb the railroads and the towns near the railroads.  So many innocent people were going to get caught in the aftermath. 

In the quest of revenge. 

Today there was no talk of books or movies or characters between her and Jack Kidd.  The quiet solemnity of the situation was weighing on them both.  Almost as much as that damn sheepskin jacket that Kidd had been left with.  A surefire sign that Bucky Egan had no intention of returning without Buck Cleven. 

And if Bucky Egan went down, then surely the Hundredth would be left without a leader.  Ruth had never felt so much hate for war, for Hitler, for every single Nazi, bubbling up in her stomach as much as she did at this moment.  Because if all of this ended with her brother’s death, Ruth knew that she would never recover from such a thing. 

It would be impossible to move forward or not blame herself for sending him home immediately. 

And when one plane came into the tarmac, not a plane that any of them recognized, Ruth felt as though Death itself had come to haunt her. 

“It’s one from the 390th,” Red mumbled out. 

Everything that was happening just felt as though Ruth had been shoved underwater.  She could hear Harding questioning the plane about the Hundredth.  About the others.  But Ruth couldn’t even form a word, she couldn’t even inhale properly. 

“Where are our boys, Chick?” Kidd questioned. 

“He said none of them made it.” 

“None of them?” Crosby’s voice floated across the air.  It was a poison to her throat and to her gut. 

“Here comes another,” Ruth could barely form the words. 

“That’s one of ours!” Red exclaimed. 

“Who is it?” Harding pressed. 

“It’s one of the new guys.  Rosenthal.”  And right then and there, Ruth couldn’t help the fact that silent tears were spilling from her eyes.  Thank God, thank God, thank God.

[ashwhowrites]

hi! can you do a dom nancy fic where reader has been bratting all day and nance is getting pissed

reader thinks that nance is going to leave her because she’s been to “annoying” but nancy drops her act and comforts her

— sorry if it’s confusing i’ve never submitted an ask before haha

thank you 🫶

Not confusing at all! You did amazing, sweetie <3

More of a blurb- it's kinda short

I hope this is what you wanted :)

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Nancy was a girl that anyone could tell she held herself upright. She walked with power, snarled with intimidation, and walked over anyone that wasn't worth her time.

She didn't take anything from anyone anymore. She found her voice and used it.

But her adorable girlfriend, Y/N? She just made Nancy melt.

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Everyone knows Nancy cannot deal with people who lack common sense, she grows irritated too fast. She also did not deal with attitude well, she cannot stand a brat. And no matter who it was, she could not handle it when her peace and quiet is interrupted.

Y/N understood that Nancy was always in control of their relationship, and she loved it. She loved how mean Nancy could be, but always kiss softly. How Nancy's words had venom, but her tongue was so sweet. The mean front Nancy pulled was all just for fun, fun for their dynamic. Y/N knew that Nancy would never intend to hurt her feelings.

But some days that little fact doesn't bring Y/N the comfort she needs.

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Y/N doesn't know why she continued to have an attitude toward Nancy. She knew her girlfriend hated brats and never liked to deal with them.

But Y/N couldn't help but continue to push Nancy's buttons all day long. Y/N would talk over Nancy as she ranted about a topic. Whenever Nancy demanded Y/N to do something, she would refuse to move. Crossing her arms and standing up to her. She watched as Nancy's jaw never unclenched.

Nancy was making dinner, a little stressed because she got behind. Which Y/N caused, but Nancy tried her best not to snap.

But Y/N followed her around the kitchen, her arms wrapping around Nancy's waist. Keeping her arms locked as Nancy tried to move around the kitchen. Y/N's body moving with her.

Nancy was getting irritated. Taking deep breaths as she continued to cook.

"Baby, please let go of me. It's too hard to move." Nancy said, trying to sound as nice as she could.

But again, Y/N didn't bother to listen, just squeezing Nancy in her arms.

"Now, Y/N" Nancy snapped, but Y/N didn't move.

Instead, she began to sing right in Nancy's ear. Trying to rock their bodies back and forth.

Nancy couldn't help but snap.

"STOP! You need to fucking listen to me. Go sit." Nancy snapped, using her finger to point to the kitchen table.

She felt Y/N remove her body immediately and walked to the chair. Nancy watched as her body slouched in the chair.

Nancy said a small thank you and began to work on the dinner.

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Y/N felt terrified. Nancy didn't ever really yell. Y/N wasn't sure if she's ever made Nancy that upset before.

The anxiety was settling in. Picking at her fingers as she watched Nancy move all around the kitchen, never once looking over.

Y/N knew she could be annoying. She was clingy, dependent on others, and leaned on Nancy for everything. Maybe she was becoming too much?

She spent the evening in her head, Nancy noticing how quiet she was as they ate.

Nancy could see the anxiety in her eyes and see how small her body language was.

"I'm sorry for yelling, baby." Nancy apologized, softly placing her hand on Y/N's.

"it's okay. I deserved it for being annoying." Y/N shrugged

But Nancy was quick to shut it down.

"Never deserved to be yelled at like that. And you are not annoying." Nancy said, trying to look into Y/N's eyes.

"No, I am. I didn't leave you alone. I'm annoying and too much to handle. I wouldn't blame you for wanting to leave and have someone easier." Y/N ranted out, her eyes getting glossy.

Nancy could feel her own heart snapping, her eyes gripping Y/N's in a grip.

"Stop that. You are not annoying, or too much to handle. I think you are perfect and I love you. I wouldn't ever leave you. I don't want someone easier, harder, or anything. I just want you." Nancy said, getting off of her chair to kneel before her girlfriend

Nancy wrapped her arms around Y/N, smashing her face into Y/N's stomach.

"promise?" Y/N whispered, her hands playing with Nancy's curls.

"Promise" Nancy said, leaning up, hinting for a kiss. Y/N smiled and leaned down, connecting their lips.